#i liked this up until the very end and i realised its kinda shit T-T

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kokohanehane :]

[abbysdruidess]

˜”°•.˜”°• headcanons about you and abby's wedding - modern au •°”˜.•°”˜

wc: 1.1k

warnings: wedding w modern au(obvs), crying, tooth rotting fluff, allusions to sex, no use of y/n

a/n: lmk what you guys think of this one and whether you'd like more of reader and Abby in this universe! don't hesitate to send any requests<33

this is sort of on theme with a previous fic where abby proposes to you, this one can be read as a standalone though:))

❦ after the proposal, you guys hurrying too much to get the wedding off the road and on the rails- you're still extremely proud and giddy to call each other your fianceé, and you've sent about 100 pictures of your wedding ring to everyone.

❦ it isn't until one night where you're having dinner over at jerry's that he brings up the wedding preparations and you're like oh shit, you two kinda need to haul ass and start sending invites.

❦ you decided on a small affair, only your immediate families and close friends over. I imagine that in the insistence of your future brother in law Lev you sent out RSVP invitations that were ocean themed with cute little sharkies on the front that say in a vast ocean of people we found each other(💀). A lot of people found them pretty funny though, and Lev was pretty excited about them.

❦ on par with the beach theme of your engagement, you decided to have the wedding on a beautiful beach resort in the beginning of June-not too hot, not too cold;)-with the ceremony and the reception on the shore.

❦ of course, you couldn't leave out the bachelorette party! You and Abby travel to Vegas with your respective friend groups for a weekend of clubbing and partying in general. And lets be fr, someone from either of two groups ends up getting lost and you have to recover him Hangover style. Thank God you didn't arrange for it the day before the wedding.

❦ the days before the upcoming event are mostly a blur, both of you making last minute arrangements about the food, the flowers, the music. Your gown with the final adjustments is delivered and you have to hide it in a fridge box in the basement so Abby won't take a peek.

❦ "But baaabe, I just wanna see what it looks like! You know this stuff about bad luck isn't actually legit." "I know, but it will be more exciting to see the final look at the wedding. I promise you."

❦ finally the big day is here! And let me just say, as a very emotionally constipated person, you'd probably be a little teary eyed all day long. When you put on your gown and look at yourself in the mirror and realise that holy shit, I'm about to marry the love of my life, my Abigail, she wants to spend the rest of her life with me. And this just hits you all at once and a few tears run down your chin.

❦ if you have any wedding traditions from your culture that you'd like to honour, Abby would be 100% down for it. It makes her feel closer to you, and part of the new family she's going to be in. She also really likes listening to its origins and what it's supposed to represent. In my country, we do this thing where the wedding squad writes all their names down in the couples' shoes and by the end of the night whoever's name is the most smudged is the one who's going to get married first. Let's be real, if they did this, it'd probably Manny whose name had almost disappeared and he'd freak the fuck out.

❦ once you're ready to walk down the aisle, and you glance at Abby you let out a small ᵍᵃˢᵖ at the sight, with Abby dressed to the nines and a glowing expression on her beautiful face. Her mouth also formed a little O at the sight of you, ready to become her wife, looking so so happy and a slightly teary eyed.

❦ during the actual ceremony, you two keep stealing glances at each other, smiling kinda goofily like :]. You two are goobers fr.

❦ for the vows, I think the game establishes that Abby is a big bookworm, so she chooses something perhaps from Emily Bronte or Jane Austen. Of course this isn't the entirety of what she wrote, she just finds it more accurate to express her love for you through someone's else perfectly adept words.

❦ once the reception kicks in, you're carefully wiping tears from your eyes so you don't smudge your makeup, and take some photos with the wedding party on the beach. You're accepting everyone's congratulations for your newlywed status, and settling down to prepare for your first dance.

❦ you had decided on dancing to Por Una Gabeza, and had actually rehearsed the slow tango a couple times so your movements are synchronised. By the end of the dance, you're in each other's arms, cheek to cheek simply enjoying the moment.

❦ by the time you've finished you meal, the party is in full swing, and you join in for a few dances until you decide on a cake break and allow Yara to be Abby's dancing partner. By the way, your wedding cake? Exquisite, chocolate ice cream with strawberry.

❦ I also imagine you guys doing the whole tossing the bouquet thing and -surprise surprise!-it ends up on Manny's lap on accident. He almost leaves.

❦ by the night, you're both clinging to each other, ready to resume your lives as Mrs and Mrs, and also ready to break into the bridal bed. Seriously, you can feel Abby's fingers feeling up your thigh and she's been whispering the things she wants to do to you all night. By 2 in the morning you're home, very much exhausted by the preparations and the emotional high, but also very ready to let Abby peak what's under your bridal gown.

❦ for wedding gifts to each other? She hands you two tickets for some exotic island you guys always talked about going, and make it your honeymoon. You get her an antique vinyl record player, because she had always been going about getting something to listen music to while cooking. Needless to say you both love each other's gifts:D

❦ a week or so after the ceremony you receive the photographs, and Abby makes it her duty to hand them on every corner of the house. Seriously, at some point, you could see a photo of you two in your field of vision pretty much about everywhere.

❦ her favourite one remains in her desk, one where you two are about to leave, sweaty and drunk, the camera capturing your musky faces as you sit on her lap clinging for dear life. It's so sweet and endearing, and it reminds her why she married you in the first place.

[razorblade180]

This is my RWBY Hot Take:

BB ended up being canon because of fandom and VAs pushing for it. Which, is not necessarilly a bad thing, but it is when you can ACTUALLY tell. And I think that´s the problem.

Now, RWBY has always been on the sights of Yuri and Queer fandom, which are a both a force to be reckoned with whenever people want to admit it or not. This shouldn´t be surprising considering that they showcased not one, not two, not three, but FOUR main characters with very unique desing, appeal and personality. OF COURSE the show was gonna attract lesbian women like honey attracts flies XD

At the same time however, RWBY kinda wanted to fall into very classic old tropes of anime, hence why even 10 years later Ruby has still to show attraction to somebody, like a proper shounen jump character, with some twists every now and then. Which is why you can´t convince me that Sun wasn´t put there to be Blake´s love interest, but the fandom had already taken into the main characters hooking p between them and just wouldn´t move from there.

Proof of that is that even after 10 years of absolute 0 development, White Rose is still one of the biggest ships out there, receiving new art almost daily by, you guessed, lot of tumblr queer (which seems to be in abundance, maybe there´s a correlation? Beats me). Now, this isn´t me throwing shade over WR, they DID have some very good base and chemistry, but people rationalizing that Weiss MUST be bi or even yet, a Compulsory Het (despite absolute 0 evidence that´s even a thing in Remant) just doesn´t paint a very positive figure of the fandom.

What I´m trying to say with this? Well, if a fandom can be THAT obssesed with queer characters (Ask CanonSeeker about it if you don´t believe me) and attract an audience who clearly has an obsession with them either because they just want to see girls kissing (lot of pervs around, the NSFW reddit sub has MORE subs than the main one :/ ) or because they want to see their representation/projection/whatever and see absolute no issue with the crumbs and the bad things RT did some of its queer workers (like Kdin)... who is there not to say that this couple, (or any other even!) is not fanservice?

People want to see what they want to see, and will resort to all kind of emotional pitfalls to rationalize their preference or how "it was always meant to be".

No, having a base as friends is not enough. Yes Nora, people can be friends, and sometimes it´s better if they remain that way, as you have discovered. You can´t have a character show attraction that is slowly being reciporcated for seven years only to drop itone day and say "nah, it was never about it" and pretend the fandom who is not just looking for validation and seeing hot girls make out bdon´t end up scratching their heads in confusion. That´s just now how it works. SPECIALLY when lot of people were dropping after the disaster that was Vol.5

Which is another reason that it feels like the writers just caved:

They realised they were not going anywhere with BlackSun and with the WF, so they just removed it out of the equation and pretend it never existed. They needed to keep their fans interested, and while at it, some Rainbow Capitalism to get some more attention. People called it forced because morons are "ugh, lesbians!" (Not forgetting that some people on both sides of the equation just can´t get that Bi people exist) while the reason can be simply that RT can´t write romance for shit, and the relationship feels more like they just wanted to speedrun to make up for 6 seasons where they still had plausible deniability (forgetting that they just put that line on the sky dropping Sun...) while at the same time not outright confirming until the last minute.

So, the whole point of this rant is: BB is fanservice? Yes.

But it´s the BAD fanservice. The kind of you can TELL they are caving to the fandom for attention, and doing so in a kind of unnatural way, that they try too hard to give crumsb ("Yeah... Ruby.") and have to confess in a magical plot device that feels like taken out of a fanfic, so instead of "this is the natural progression our characters took" feels more like "Yaaaaaaas, we gave the fanatics what they wanted, aren´t we great!? Another "cultural" victory, yay, so now give us the money so we can greenlight Vol 10!"

So, TL:DR - If you are going to give fanservice, try at least to make it FEEL natural, or don´t give it at all. If you ar unsure, get a good producer, a guy whose sole job is to say NO.

This time I think I’m just going to primarily be the bridge that allows people see and respond to this with their own opinions cause if I’m being honest, it feels like you got into the weeds a little and I couldn’t follow. Please be civil in comments.

As for my personal opinions about BB in general i will reiterate what I’ve thought for the past few years now. The ship itself is fine but any cultural impact it would’ve had was lost when you wait so long that Disney beat you to showing a lgbt kiss scene. I think RT did course correction when seeing its popularity which isn’t in itself bad at all, but they just sucked at it.

The two roads people have to walk is thinking BB was planned from the start or added later due to popularity. If you think the first one, then face the fact RT handled it very poorly and unnecessarily made things messy by adding Sun. If you believe the second then don’t be delusional if someone has the opinion it made certain narrative choices messier or that once again, Sun was written as a potential love interest.

I like BB but RT made some questionable choices that wouldn’t say hurt Blake and Yang’s character, but hindered scenes because they dragged it out too long. Also hate to say it but 95% of their relationship healing, comfor, angst, etc. was built off of Adam. So when ya kill Adam… the thing that made the dynamic interesting is gone. That’s not a problem if he died at the end of the show, like most characters do with the trope.

But I will say I do respect the fact they didn’t immediately date after murdering him because that just doesn’t look good on any level. However, Atlas had a time skip. As much as I love Ren and Nora, maybe we should’ve gone to the dance club and do the kiss there before Atlas went to hell? Then we could have a nuanced discussion about if the two of them telling Robyn without consulting anyone was okay.

[wizkiddx]

supercluster

this is my entry for @hollandsrecs 'toms birthday fanfic fest' event - go check it out!!! I know its a early but im v bored so have it now. also im acc kinda really proud of this one, any feedback would be v appreciated 🤍

the prompt was: 'you and tom are best friends and you tell him that you love him on his birthday'

summary: its toms birthday but he has a few things to get off his chest and into the night sky, y/n joins in with a bit of a revelation too

best friends -> lovers

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bit angsty but promise ends all fluffy and a shit tonne of dialogue

wc: 3.5k ishhh

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Everything got a little too wild and stuffy in the living area, Haz and Harry screaming sweet caroline, whilst Greg (Tom’s stunt man) was pouring *another* round of shots. The sweatiness and clamminess of the room meant Y/n took a moment to escape, sliding out the double doors, and closing them softly behind her to ensure no one would notice her little escape. Something about the midnight air, the slightly dewy smell of the neighbouring fields, felt like it was refreshing Y/n from the inside out. When she turned around, back facing the fancy rented house, she was slightly shocked by Tom standing in the garden. It was his birthday party after all. In all honesty, Y/n felt a bit guilty she hadn’t noticed he wasn’t in the thick of it with his brothers and castmates.

His silhouette was set against the clear night sky, the stars extra prominent this evening and the moon casting a soft glow off the left side of his face, exaggerating the natural contours of his jawline and cheekbones. Clearly, he was enraptured by the sky, staring up at it with a thoughtful look on his face.

And Y/n recognised that look instantly; she knew what he was doing.

In fact, he had taught her to do precisely the same thing. As kids, the Hollands, Y/n’s family and another two families from the local area all went camping together. It was an annual event, ‘the Kingston collective camping adventure’ as Dom had named it. Y/n couldn’t remember a year when they hadn’t gone actually - it was that much of a tradition.

One year, though, when she and Tom were about 9, her mothers’ due date coincided with the camping dates. So, sensibly, the decision had been made that Y/n and her brother would just be looked after by the Hollands - whilst her mum and dad were safely tucked up in bed at home, awaiting the arrival of her littlest brother.

Y/n, her brother Alex, and Tom were all sharing a tent, and it must’ve been at least midnight that Tom was awoken by shuffling and zipping up of the tent. He’d realised she was gone through sleepy eyes and, without a second thought, went to go find her. Sure enough, she wasn’t far away, not even 50 metres from the tent, crouched on the grass. Immediately Tom’s presence had been noticed, making Y/m quickly snivel and wipe her face.

“Are you upset?”

“Go away Tom.” The comment didn’t do a lot, though; instead, 9-year-old Tom had planted himself down next to her - his pyjamas getting wet on the moist grass floor.

“Are you missing Auntie Sarah and Uncle Mike?” In the same way that Y/n called Nikki and Dom auntie and uncle, the Holland boys mirrored the nicknames for her parents. Y/n replied with a long sigh before hiccuping, failing to control the stream of tears. Yes, he was right - this was her first night away from her parents- but she wasn't about to spill her heart out to the 'stupid boy' who had stolen one of her marshmallows that evening. Tom’s little brown eyes swelled, looking slightly terrified and out of his depth, whilst with all his 9 years of wisdom, trying to come up with an answer.

“Do you want to play football to forget about it?”

Unsurprisingly Y/n shook her head violently. Tom cursed inwardly at himself for saying the wrong thing, apparently football wasn't the answer to everything. The two children went back to silence until Tom had the metaphorical light bulb moment. “My mum told me something for when I got to sleepovers? Look!” He grabbed Y/n’s little hand, extending it upwards towards the night sky.

“No matter where you are, you’re all looking at the same stars too, right?”

Tom jumped a little before looking over his shoulder and recognising Y/n with the softest smile that grew across his face. Y/n slowly walked to his side, arms crossed over her chest to try and keep the cold at bay, joining Tom in staring up at the starry expanse.

“How do you always know?” Tom spoke in a breathy chuckle, shaking his head slightly. It was true, she did always know - but his question was somewhat irrelevant. They'd spent most their childhood together, they were as easy to read as a children’s book to each other.

“Missing home?”

“Sort of, I got my own slice of home with the boys and-and you but… pads, mum dad yeh, feel like on your birthday your always supposed to see your family.”

Although Harry, Harrison, Sam and Y/n had managed to fly out to surprise Tom on his birthday- prior commitments meant his parents and youngest brother hadn’t been able to make it. They four arrived yesterday, greeted by a very shocked and pretty emotional Tom - who had clearly been missing the sense of home somewhat. He’d been away shooting a film, then straight away launching into press for the next spiderman movie. It had been a long while since he’d been in London - half a year in fact.

This time too, he’d been away without a single family member or friend - that was another truth he’d learnt about growing up. Your friends and family, they all get lives of their own. Tom used to be a trailblazer, the first to get a job, the one everyone was super proud of. They still were, of course, but didn’t dote on him in quite the same way - everyone had their own shit to deal with. It was yet another reason Tom wasn’t welcoming his birthday as much as he usually would.

“Your parents did always spoil you rotten.”

“They spoilt you worst and you’re not technically their kid.” Y/n rolled her eyes, even if it might slightly true - muttering a ‘touche’ at the brown-haired boy next to her. Their families had always been close; naturally the adults seemed to gravitate more to the kids that weren’t their own. The ones who you could ‘give back’ at the end of the day. It just so happened Nikki and Dom had always loved having Y/n around, maybe a bit more than anyone else.

“Have you had a good birthday then? You should be in there with Greg pouring that shitty vodka down your throat.” Y/n questioned, whilst shrugging back toward the house, the dull thump of Jacob's playlist just audible. Still, both stared upwards, standing close enough that their upper arms were both pressed up against each other. She expected a jovial answer, but even from his tone, it was evident there was something up. He sounded…weary?

“I’m bloody glad you all came...don’t get me wrong, I love Z and Jacob and everyone but….”

“Shitty week?”

“Shitty birthday week of promo and press.” Tom scathed, and Y/n nodded. Even if she couldn’t understand what was so bad about press, she knew that Tom hated it passionately. And in the same way, he loved all his castmates dearly, but they hadn’t known him his whole life. They didn’t understand why he did every little thing; their values lay just that bit apart. It just wasn’t the same as being surrounded with his family - you and Harrison adopted Hollands too.

“I just feel like I’ve spent all week trapped in a room answering the most stupid, irrelevant and inconsequential questions... Everything’s just so surface level and fake and, and I-“He cut himself off, for the first time meeting Y/n’s eyes. In all honesty, Tom got a bit caught up in the stars reflecting off her piercing y/e/c eyes before changing tack.

“Will you do me a favour?”

This wasn’t spoken with the normal Tom tone. It wasn’t joking or jovial; it wasn’t an ‘off the tongue’ thing. This was spoken with such seriousness and gravitas coming from his deep voice that Y/n replied equally truthfully.

“Always T, you know that.”

“Will you please ask me a personal and serious and deep question?”

She got where he was coming from too.

Clearly, even though the evening was supposed to be a light piss up in celebration, it had instead unearthed some darker thoughts that Tom had been harbouring away. Perhaps he never even realised he needed such seriousness, or perhaps with his castmates he hadn’t felt comfortable exposing himself like that. Either way, Y/n was going to respect him now. It was technically his birthday, too; the clocks had already struck 12 - it was now his day.

It wasn’t tricky to think of one; she’d often wondered the same question of him - never with the opportunity to ask. The question popped into her head again, almost as soon as Tom asked for one.

“Okay…. What’s your deepest regret that makes you feel guilty for feeling because in the grand scheme of things, it minor? Like such a 'first world problem'." What do you regret that’s just completely selfish?”

Tom immediately stiffened, his jaw tensing as he worked through his thoughts in his head. Scared she’d pushed it too far, Y/n averted her gaze back to the sky, chewing her bottom lip slightly. It took a moment, but then she saw Tom turn towards her, in the peripheries of her vision. With a tightly closed-lip smirk on his face he joked “If your gonna ask questions like that, we better sit down.”

And so they did, both sitting crossed legged on the ground, knees brushing against each other. Just on the grass lawn, almost mirroring themselves all those years ago as kids in that camping site. Y/n wondered if she should offer to play football instead - to cheer him up.

“Missing out. I miss out months at a time. Miss out on seeing mum and dad, miss out on the pub quizzes with the boys, miss out seeing you… I mean, I didn’t even know you had a new job until you mentioned it this morning. I miss out on time with nana Tess and all my grandparents, and that’s scary cos… well, every time I go, it could be the last time… I don’t know, I just… I get so much, get to travel, to see the world, but… sometimes it feels like I’m sacrificing the foundations. And without the foundations….”

“The walls come crumbling down.” Y/n finished off his sentence quietly, barely whispering the words - but from Tom’s nod of agreement, it seemed like she’d hit the nail on the head. There was silence for a beat till Y/n whispered to him.

“Well, happy birthday to you” Trying to bring the mood up a little, she bumped his shoulder, and Tom chuckled breathily.

“Seriously! This is helping me out. I-I just need to get everything out and start my 25th year fresh.”

“Hey, if that’s all you want, I’m getting a refund on my present- we can just get deep and interview each other.”

“I’m game, except I’m keeping the present too.”

“Just because it’s your birthday and I’m a bit tipsy, I’ll allow it.”

“Okay, well then, Y/n L/n”, He spoke formally, leaning in closer and making her giggle a little. “What’s your biggest regret?”

“Honestly?” Tom just repeated her in reply, but this time it was a statement.

"Honestly."

He really was going deep too. No holding back now. Y/n sucked on her cheek before replying. “Not travelling with you when we were 19… I was just so determined to get to uni and start grown-up life, but… well, grown-up life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I should’ve tried to stay a kid longer, messing about on your film sets and pretending it was work. I think I would’ve learnt more from seeing the world with you.”

“Well, I am very knowledgable.”

“Shut up, you drop out- who didn't know what a drag race was.” She wasn’t wrong, and whilst yes, he had dropped out to be a film star - he was still a dropout. (with exceptionally poor knowledge of RuPaul) He scowled, then leaning back on his hands, so he was half reclined on the grass as Y/n thought of her next question.

“Whats your biggest worry?”

“Easy.” He chuffed, making Y/n furrow her brows at him. Clearly, he’d already thought of this. “That I finally settle down with the love of my life, and then the fans or press or paps ruin it.”

It made sense; every time Tom had gone public with a relationship, it had ended in a minor car crash. Typically it was also the girl who got hurt; she was the ‘victim’ in everything. Though Y/n had seen first hand the effect it had had on Tom - he never made it out damage-free.

“You make it sound like you’ve already got this dream girl queued and waiting.”

“I wish”, Tom sighed, as Y/n took the opportunity to completely lie down on the grass, staring up at the dark abyss. She’d always loved the stars and had become a bit of a geek on them as they’d grown up too- and maybe it was all down to Tom on that camping trip. Following suit, Tom copied her, his head resting on his hands that were crossed behind his head, taking in the moment of pure peace as they lay on the grass.

“You see that bright one there?” Pointing up, Y/n shimmied closer to him so that he definitely saw the same thing as her. “It’s actually not one. Look closer.” Humming, Tom shifted a bit closer, so her shoulder slotted under the side of his body just the teeniest bit. It meant he could follow her direction and squinted up at the little patch of the sky.

“ 5…maybe 6? What is it?”

“The pliedes supercluster…. basically a big group of stars that all were born from the same place- the same stellar nursery.”

“But they’re moving now?” She hummed in confirmation to his question, briefly glancing at the way his eyes were fixed on the sky. For the first time he seemed genuinely interested in hearing her stories of the stars. It usually was an eye roll and ‘you’re so lame’.

“They’re called the sibling stars… like everything in life, as they get older they drift apart but…. but to us down here? They’ll always be associated together because they have a gravitational effect on each other. They’ll always have their thing tying them together. Like an invisible string.”

“Sounds like you’re being metaphorical.” Tom chuckled, expecting a taunt back but receiving nothing except a gentle agreement.

“Theres also actually 7. The last one people can only sometimes see… it’s a pulsing star, so comes and goes.”

“They do that?”

“Yeh, and no matter what… if you can see it or not, it’s always there. Always having an impact on its family.”

Biting his lower lip slightly, Tom repositioned his head slightly, Y/n’s words taking time to be fully absorbed. He was sure she was making parallels to him. Barely there, appearing and disappearing, but always a part of the family.

“You are being metaphorical.”

“Maybe.” She whispered shortly. “Metaphors depend on who’s listening and if they draw parallels to their own life. It’s subjective. You can’t tell anyone what is and isn’t metaphor…. it takes the beauty out of it.”

“Right, sure... But if you were…. me, harry, Sam, pads, you, Haz, Tuwaine? That the 7?” Y/n held back the little smile at his words. Tom wasn’t as ‘head in the clouds’ as she was- he was literal. Also, he was bloody stubborn when he wanted to be.

“I wasn’t being metaphorical T.” He knew she was lying. She knew that he knew. But it still helped him, made him feel a bit better. That he was always, in some way, having some effect... lives always intertwined with the people he cared about the most.

“Tell me another story about another star.”

Time for the rest of the night kind of got lost. The two young adults just lay on the grass, entirely in their own little world, using each others body heat to keep themselves warm through the early hours. Neither felt remotely tired, Y/n whispering her little stories of both the myths and science of the old stars, pointing out each planet. Meanwhile, Tom listened in awe, for once not taking the mick out of her incredibly geeky hobby. Instead, he found himself getting fascinated by all the little intricacies Y/n was so passionate about.

It was only when the stars began to fade, as orangey-red hue started to seep up from the horizon the either noticed the time. It was now the morning of the next day, the house long since had turned silent behind them - presumably, everyone finally passing out shit faced.

As the stars’ light was overtaken by the rising sun, Y/n ran out of stories; the two settled into silence - neither quite ready to go to bed yet.

“It’s still my turn,” Tom spoke into the sky before pivoting his head to look Y/n in the eye, seeing the confusion in her furrowed brows. “It’s my question to ask. My turn.”

“Aren’t you sick of my voice yet?” There was absolutely no reason that they were both whispering. It wasn’t like anyone was trying to listen or that they’d disturb anyone else my talking normally. But it was nicer that way. It felt calming... intimate even.

“One more. And then you get one more… and then we really should probably go to bed.” He didn’t want the night to end; he was immensely enjoying this weird grey time between being 25 and 26. But it was cold, Tom could tell Y/n had started to feel it a little more. To be fair, she was only in a floral day dress, not much in the way of warmth. With a hum of agreement, Y/n smiled lightly at him, urging his question.

“Whats the biggest secret you’ve kept from me?”

With a bit of a scoff, Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, trying to draw some strength she wasn’t sure she had. It wasn’t like she needed to wrack her brains to come up with it - she knew instantly. Almost painfully too.

“Uhm, honestly?” Now even more intrigued, Tom nodded, using his foot for nudge hers - encouraging her to speak. “Probably how much you mean to me.”

“Oh” He couldn’t help it; the sound just slipped out his mouth without checking with his brain first. That answer had just been so unexpected. He had honestly been thinking that it would be something about how ‘fame had changed him’. After hearing that, Y/n turned her head up the sky again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire with embarrassed heat. Tom knew he had fucked up.

“No, I… I didn’t mean- just just ask me too.” With a sigh, Y/n waved off his stumbled answer as he tried to cover himself.

“This is stup-“

“Ask me!” For the first time in 5 hours, Tom spoke at an normal volume - but it felt painfully loud, like a shout.

“What’s the biggest secret you kept from me?” Her tone was defeated, but nevertheless, he answered.

“How upset I was when you didn’t come when we were 19. I got why, but it was still annoying. Felt like you were picking uni friends over me-“ At this point on any other evening, Y/n would have interjected and argued. None of this situation was normal, though, so she chose to hear him out. “- I know it’s stupid, but…. I guess that’s how much you meant an-and still mean to me too.”

There was silence for a couple minutes, waiting whilst the sun started to peep over the horizon, the lone witness to an otherwise very private conversation. That was until Y/n barely spoke, more like mouthed 2 simple words.

“I lied.” The intensity of the way Tom stared at her made Y/n wish that the sun hadn’t been so bright, that they were back in the darkness that hid her face more. “Biggest lie I’ve told you … that I’m not in love with you.”

Y/n didn’t see because she couldn’t face looking at him, but Tom’s face erupted into the most prominent, toothiest smile. Whilst Tom was enjoying the moment of being absolutely ecstatic, Y/n was waiting for a response- feeling her world come crashing in. That she'd just destroyed one of the most important friendships in her life too.

But then he said the opposite of what she thought he would.

“I lied too.”

That had her attention, whipping her head toward him as Tom rolled onto his side on the lawn, balancing with his head resting on one hand. “I lied that I’ve not been completely under your spell since we were kids at that campsite, and you were homesick.”

Y/n’s heart was literally in her mouth, brain overwhelmed but one overriding thought oh so bloody clear.

She’d lost control of everything, arching up to mirror Tom. Using one hand, she reached out to cup Tom’s jaw, to which he instinctively leant toward - until their lips were mere centimetres apart, hot breath fanning over each other.

Y/n no control as she whispered those 3 words against his lips. No control at how immediately after he pressed his to hers; no control as Tom guided her to roll on top of him, knees either side of his torso as his strong arms wrapped around her back.

Once again, time was lost between the two, only pulling apart when their lungs burned for oxygen.

“For the record, I love you too.” Grinning from ear to ear, Tom used one hand to gently stroke his thumb across her cheek, switching his focus from her left to right eye - in wonder at how the early morning sun reflected from her y/e/c irises. He’d always thought she was beyond beautiful, but when she was this close to him, with the sun rising behind her in such a way - she looked damn ethereal.

“Happy birthday T.” Nodding in agreement, Tom chuckled before finding her lips once again, whispering against them.

“Yeh, happy damn birthday to me.”

~~~~let me know what you think ;) ~~~~~

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[starlight-writes-stuff]

Can I request how the feral boys would ask you/ what they would do for your first time sleeping over as their girlfriend? That sounds weird but I hope you know what I mean lol. I love your writing by the way!

hi friend , and thank u ! i appreciate it <3 this is a super cute idea and i had a lot of fun writing it ,,,,, im so soft for them i can't . xoxoxoxoxo , starlight

AYO LOOK AT THESE : the smallest bit of smut but overall fluff ! soft feral boys content , come get yall juice

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

dream

wouldn’t be planned tbh , you’d been at his place all day and you’re both too tired to drive

you’d start to call an uber and clay would turn your phone over

“you could… stay here, if you want?”

it was a no brainer

of course you’d stay with him

clay would be so excited , smiling through his sleepy haze

he’d finally get up from his computer just to shower you with kisses all over your face

he’d tackle you back onto his bed , his soft , silly kisses turning into lingering, hard kisses

all teeth and tongue and his hands all over you

he’d get one of his legs between yours, shuddering at the way you’d whine into his mouth

his hands would make their way down to your hips

he’d grind your hips down on him , your sleepiness only making you more sensitive

you bet your ass that he’d make you cum just from grinding on his thigh

he lives in a constant state of horny™ even when he’s tired

clay would be so cocky at how he’d made you finish , doing virtually nothing

but he would go so soft at the way you were exhausted after that , yawning and rubbing your eyes

‘baby’ , ‘love’ , ‘pretty girl’

so affectionate 

you could’ve fallen asleep just like that but clay makes you get up and change

“baby , you don't want to sleep in your clothes” 

“sleep in mine instead”

you would just grumble back at him until he would physically lift you out of bed

clay would help you out of your clothes 

he’d put you in his sweats and a giant dream hoodie

just incase sap walked in for some reason

doesn't want him seeing any of the goods™

he’d carry you to the bathroom and find an extra toothbrush

clay would absolutely try to talk to you while brushing his teeth and the two of you would laugh s o hard at each other trying to talk with mouths full of toothpaste

again , he would pick you up and carry you back to his bed , shutting the door behind the two of you

“don't you want to say goodnight to sap?” “no :)”

the two of you would fall onto his bed and be asleep within 10 minutes , completely tangled in each other

he talks in his sleep

but you snore

so its even

☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

george

soft george my beloved

he’d probably plan your guys first ‘sleepover’

he would want to make it special , and definitely do something memorable

george would bring it up to you like a week before

he’d practically invite you like it was a birthday party :,)

i can't

he’d make reservations for a nice dinner before and get all dressed up

george would pick you up and hold your hand on the console

he’d open all the doors for you 

he'd pull out your c h a i r

yall would definitely be cracking jokes all throughout dinner in the middle of this fancy restaurant

george would ABSOLUTELY knock his silverware off the table at some point

you would have to fight to not spit your drink out , laughing so hard

he’d skip on desert at the restaurant and take you to dairy queen or something

it would be the two of you in your fancy attire , sitting outside some tiny ice cream parlor

looking at eachother like you were the only two people on earth

yall are in L O V E 

once you two got home george would carry your overnight bag in 

he would change immediately 

bc he h8’s fancy clothes 

but wanted to dress up for you 

after you guys changed into pajamas , you’d stay up talking for hours

he’d tell you stories of him and all the feral boys

you’d tell him stupid things you did as a kid

the two of you would want to make the most of the extended time you had together and stay up until like 2 in the morning

george’s voice would get all low and raspy from talking for so long

you’d fall asleep on the couch together when you physically couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore

george would wake up when the sun started shining through the blinds

he would carry you up to his bed 

then promptly fall back asleep with you in his arms

☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

sapnap 

snapmap my love .

this man doesn’t plan shi t

it would be very spur of the moment , the two of you laughing at some joke that he made when he’d grab your hand suddenly v serious

“will you sleep with me tonight?”

he’d look so earnest while asking that and you would BURST into laughter

it would take nick a hot sec to realise what he’d said and once he did . he would simply . disintegrate .

he would be so dramatic about it too

“i was trying to be romantic ! stop laughing at me !”

and you would just sit there , laughing so hard that you couldn’t produce noise anymore , just silent wheezes

you would start to cry and nick would pOUT

you would just nod , literally unable to produce words

but sap would brighten up at that

“so you’ll stay the night?”

once you got control of yourself , the two of you continued on doing what you were doing

it was like a normal day other than the fact that it ,,,, wouldn’t end

you two watched movies and played minecraft all day , being lazy together

you’d doordash dinner or order pizza or something so you didn’t have to leave the house

he’d have to stream and you would just chill , eating pizza in bed

once it became apparent that the stream was gonna last longer than planned , you would quietly come up behind him and drop a kiss on his cheek

he’d grin at you but be confused ???

you’d text him so your voice wouldn’t pop up on stream

‘gonna take a shower / keep myself busy’

he’d text back a single ‘👍🏼’

sapnap texts like a dad and NO ONE can tell me otherwise

you’d shower and get dressed , then wander down to the kitchen trying to find something to do

scavenger hunt™ for cookie ingredients

you’d bake his favorite and surprise him with a warm cookie im s o f t

the SMILE that would cross his face my god

he would feel so loved

he’d mute stream to thank you, putting his hands around your waist and burying his face into your stomach

you k n o w he’d find some way to end stream early after that , wanting to be with you

the two of you would finish off all the cookies , watching scary movies together

he’d hold you when you jump at all the spooky shit

you’d do the same for him bc sap is baby

chat . i'm kinda scared . lowkey .

you were both half asleep by the time you made your way back up to his room

you’d be lights out the minute your head hit the pillows 

and he’d be big spoon

☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

karl

karl would probably ask you that day , texting you before you’d even come over to ask if you would stay the night

you two had technically slept over before , but never at karl’s place (usually pulling all nighters with the feral boys on stream or with the beast crew)

you can not tell me . that karl . would not build a fort . with you .

and he would 100% go all out with it

he’d get lights to string up on the inside (the twinkle ones for sure)

he would get a fuckton of pillows and the softest blankets he can find and pile them in

karl would essentially make a nest for the two of you

you’d spend the first hour alone sharing soft kisses and cuddling so close that you weren't sure where you ended and karl began

he’d hold you , letting you lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat

you’d talk about everything and nothing at all , just wanting to hear each other’s voices

until someone’s stomach growled

he’d laugh until he couldn't breathe 

you had tears rolling down your face , your stomach hurting from the giggles 

he’d either take you to get food before or doordash your favorite

because neither of you can cook blESS

you’d pick out cute , matching pajamas for your first official night together

but

he’d end up giving you his clothes to sleep in 

because he likes you wearing his stuff 

and it's more comfortable than your fancy pajamas

he’d cover his eyes and face a blanket/wall while you were changing

the only time either of you would leave the fort would be for more snacks or to go to the bathroom

karl would bring his laptop in and turn in a movie as you two were settling in for the night 

(some super dumb kids movie) 

(my brain immediately went to the lorax) 

(i’ll see myself out)

and he’d stay awake until you fell asleep, your face buried into his t-shirt

it made his heart so full that you felt safe enough to fall asleep with him

he’d play with your hair and trace over your features as soft as possible

because you're just so beautiful when you’re asleep ??

karl murmurs how much he loves you , everything that he loves about you while he knows you can't hear it

he’d drift off with you still in his arms, his lips pressed to the top of your head in a sweet, gentle kiss

and the two of you would stay like that the entire night , keeping each other warm

im so soft for him

can u tell

karl jacobs my love

☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁  ☁

quackity

listen

everyone writes big q as a stupid dumb dummy

and while he can be that at some times

this man would be so fucking thoughtful ??? when it came to his girl ?????

you literally can't tell me otherwise .

much like gogy he would plan something special

but like

he can COOK yall

he’d make you a nice ass dinner

and set up a picnic in the backyard 

he’d light candles and make it all fancy

literally it would be a scene out of a movie

once you finished eating dinner the two of you would watch the sunset

he’d play guitar and sING FOR YOU

you’d stay outside soaking in the heat even after the sun had gone down

stargazing for as long as you could

alex would put his arm around you and have you lay on his chest

you’d listen to his heartbeat while you pointed out the big dipper

he’d make up his own constellations aljidhkuvgfhadj

you two would only go inside because you were being eaten alive by mosquitos

one of you would play music off your phone and yall would slow dance in the kitchen

he would repeatedly tell you how much he loved you , pressing tender kisses to your neck , your jaw

until a fucking ad would play

and alex would just lose his shit

he would laugh so hard he’d ipad kid cough

then you would simply ascend

the two of you would be laying on the kitchen floor absolutely D Y I N G of laughter

you’d stay there for a while , trying to recover

by the time you did , your ribs were sore from all the giggles

alex would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder , walking you up to bed

he’d suplex you onto the mattress

the two of you are children around each other tbh

that would lead to a wrestling match

until you’d found your way onto his lap , pinning him by his wrists

w h e w

the way that man would kiss you after that ? bye im gone

lets just say by the time he was finished you would both be exhausted

he’d tell you how pretty you were , how good you did

the two of you would fall asleep with tangled limbs , half kissing

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 14

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

She’d find some excuse about missing evidence or statements to call him back in, or something along those lines. He was too good a catch to let him escape, and she wasn’t prepared to allow that to happen. And Dinah Madani, as anyone who knew or worked with her soon found out, was one very determined lady.

The weekend following the op, Dinah had literally just sat and wallowed in her apartment, several bottles of wine, takeout and the TV being her only companions. She stewed and stewed about the Russo Situation, as her mind categorised it. She really wasn’t going to let this lie, she was the one who should be with him.

By Wednesday morning, Dinah was sitting in her office scrolling through various witness statements again on her laptop, tapping her pen impatiently on the desk as she did. She’d spent the last two days scrutinising them.

Her mind was working overtime, trying to come up with a plausible excuse for calling Russo back in. It had to be cast-iron, otherwise her co-workers and possibly Russo would smell a rat. She started reading through an eyewitness report from just prior to the shooting; this one might do, as it mentioned seeing Russo (‘tall guy in a black army outfit’) raising his gun just before one of her team had actually shot the guy. She might be able to say she needed him to go over his exact movements at that point, as she didn’t think it had been described in micro-detail in his own statement.

Her internal phone rang, and she grabbed the receiver - it was her boss, the Special Agent in Charge or SAC. “Sir?” His gruff voice sounded annoyed, “Can you come to my office, please?” She frowned, “I’m just going over the -“ but he cut her off, “Now, Madani!” “Of course,” she replied, putting the phone down and getting up from her desk. What’s got his panties in a bunch, she thought as she left her office and headed along the corridor to his.

She knocked and heard a terse “Come in!” and entered his office. One look at his beetroot face made her wish she’d been out on a call somewhere. His blood pressure only ever got this high if some really big boulder of shit had come rolling down the hill and dropped on him.

“Siddown,” he grunted, and waited until she was sitting opposite him. He heaved a big sigh, interlacing his fingers as he placed his hands on the desk in front of him, then stared across at her.

“Dinah... I’ve received two official complaints about you.” She gaped at him. Definitely hadn’t been expecting that.

“What? Who from?!!!” she demanded. He exhaled a breath; even he’d noticed Dinah’s ‘heart-eyes’ for this guy. She wasn’t going to like this.

“Billy Russo, and a friend of his.”

“Oh, let me guess!” She said a name, “That’s his ‘friend’, isn’t it?!” He nodded, “Yes. They both allege that you acted in an unprofessional manner during the case which has just been closed.”

“Unprofessional, how exactly?” she questioned him. His beetroot face went an even more vibrant shade of red, and he cleared his throat, “Russo alleges that you made unwanted sexual advances to him, and that you... uhhh, you engaged in an act of voyeurism while he was having sexual relations with his girlfriend.”

Dinah felt a flush spreading over her face, and she huffed out a breath. “And her? What did she have to add to the mix?” He held her angry gaze, “She said you carried out a totally unnecessary interview with her, solely to obtain information about her relationship with Russo.” She couldn’t stop herself from spitting out, “Huh! Relationship!”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “Dinah, you do seem to be rather more.... interested in Russo than the casework would require? Did you engage in a personal relationship with him during the course of the case?” She crossed her arms over her chest, “No! Well, yes.... to an extent! He took me out for lunches a couple of times and drinks one night, but that’s as far as it went!” More’s the pity, supplied her brain.

“Well, Dinah, I can’t sweep this under the carpet I’m afraid, as they’ve made the complaints official. Their statements have been made and filed with Professional Standards.”

Her eyebrows rose, and for the first time, a sliver of trepidation made its way into her mind. “I see. I didn’t realise it had already been fast-tracked to them.” He shook his head, “Not fast-tracked, Dinah - just following standard procedure. They came in to speak to PS yesterday, and they’ve just contacted me as your line manager to make me - and in turn, you - aware that the complaint’s been filed.” She chewed the inside of her lip; she was having a hard time getting her head around the fact that only two days after he’d come to the final briefing, he’d returned to the office and filed this complaint.

“PS will be in touch with you to arrange a formal hearing to investigate the complaint. They’ll give you a copy of the statements made, and you’ll be able to have an advisor with you.” He looked down at his hands, before meeting her eyes again, “I’m sorry this has happened, Dinah, but it has and things have just got to take their course. I’m not going to suspend you but for the moment, until this is resolved you’ll be on desk duties only.”

Her mouth tightened, but she gave him a brief nod and managed to say almost civilly, “Yes, sir.” He leant back in his chair, “Okay, that’s all for now.” She got up abruptly and left the office, making sure she didn’t slam the door. Although she really, really, wanted to.

She walked back to her office, this unexpected development turning over and over in her mind. She carefully closed her office door, but then kicked her desk viciously, her anger boiling over. This was obviously her idea, thought Dinah, it’s got to be! She just didn’t see Billy as a complaint-filing kinda guy.

Well, his little lady friend would soon find out she picked the wrong woman to fuck with!

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Billy’s eyes opened slowly, and he stretched his arms and legs fully out, yawning. His right hand met empty space - he was by himself in the bed. He sat up and pushed the covers back, leaning over the side of the bed and grabbing his boxer briefs off the floor.

He got up and pulled them on before wandering through to his living area.... ah, there she was. Making coffee and toast for them. Moving silently up behind her like the sniper he was, he grabbed hold of her then burst out laughing as she gave a small shriek.

“Russo! You sneaky bastard, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” His mouth went to the spot behind her ear and he placed a small kiss there, before suddenly licking the entire side of her face. “Russo!” she yelled again, but he heard a small laugh at the end of it. “Mornin’, angel.” He started peppering kisses all over her face and neck, and she laughed again, “Do you want this coffee or not?!” and then just managed to grab a slice of the toast as it came flying out of the toaster. He grabbed it out of her hand and started looking around for the butter and a knife.

“Yeah okay, sweetheart, let’s have our coffee an’ toast. It’s just I didn’t get my Thursday mornin’ kiss when I woke up,” he pouted over at her. She grinned at him, “Oh my god, you know you really are the sappiest of big saps! I’m just not gonna stop calling you out on that. Big bad Marine, yeah right.”

He reached for her and crushed her up against the the worktop, kissing her ferociously and running his hands all over her. He could hear her making little mewling sounds so he upped the ante, sliding his briefs down with one hand, then grabbed her hips and boosted her up onto the counter. He pushed her long t-shirt (actually his t-shirt) up over her thighs and slid his hard-on inside her. He felt her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, pulling him closer to her and settling him in. Billy closed his eyes, head going back at the feeling of being sheathed inside her. He felt like he was losing control of himself, he wanted her so much. He began thrusting, wildly, pushing deep inside her - his brain told him he was going at it like a teenage boy on his first sexual adventure - but he couldn’t stop himself.

Suddenly, he felt himself releasing and gave a long disappointed groan, his forehead dropping onto her shoulder. “Uhhhh... no,” he groaned again, kissing her, “Sorry, angel - got too excited. Couldn’t hold it.”

She leant forward and kissed him, “No need to apologise, tiger... happens to the best of them.” He frowned, “But not to me, sweetheart,” stroking her hair back and kissing her eyebrow, “that’s a first! What are you doin’ to me, woman?!” He had seriously never come so quickly in his life. Thinking back to when he lost his virginity - 15 years old in the group home with one of the older girls - he remembered that even then he’d lasted longer. Not much longer, but still.

He smiled at her, “You know I think I am whipped,” he said, laughing.

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Laughing back at him, she jumped down off the counter and ripped a couple of paper towels off the roll next to the toaster. Dampening them under the tap, she handed one to Billy and they quickly cleaned themselves up. He eased his briefs back up over his slightly damp thighs, and noticed she was going through the lower cupboards. “What’ya lookin’ for, sweetheart?” She opened another cupboard door and peered inside it, “Clorox or whatever....” He opened the cupboard door under the sink and took out a spray bottle, handing it to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Gonna disinfect yourself, angel?” he smirked at her, “I mean I know what my rep was like in the past, but I always wore a condom.” She smacked the bottle against his butt, “Just the countertop, honey... we’ve just had sex on it if you recall!” “Owww! Ahh...okay, right,” he nodded, and she grinned back at him, “I can see I’ve still got some house-training to do for my puppy.” He mock-frowned and smacked her ass lightly, “Not a puppy, sweetheart!”

“I don’t know why you object to that, Billy - puppies are cute!” He popped the toast slices back in the toaster to reheat them a bit, “Puppies piss and shit all over the place and dry-hump people’s legs!” She burst out laughing, “Wow! I didn’t realise you were so puppy-phobic, Russo!” “I’m not! I just don’t want to be compared to one,” he protested. She finished spraying the counter and wiped it all down.

Leaning up, she kissed him softly, “Oh okay... Hurt Male Ego alert!! What d’you wanna be, poppet... a tiger?” She went back to attending to the coffee. “Well, you did call me tiger earlier, so yeah - I can live with that,” he grinned. “I might just call you poppet.” He nudged his shoulder against hers, “You’d better not.” She brandished to coffee pot at him, “Try and stop me!” Just then, Billy heard his phone chime in the bedroom with a new text message.

He strolled back through there and picked it up, his mouth pulling into a line as he saw the sender’s name.

Dinah: Russo, I don’t know what game you think you’re playing, but I want to speak to you about this complaint you’ve filed.

Russo: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Dinah: You owe me an explanation.

Russo: Do I? And an explanation about what? It’s quite straightforward.

Dinah: No it isn’t. You meet me tomorrow at the Chelsea Piers, 10 AM. Then you’ll be nice and close to your little girlfriend and you can go running back to her afterwards.

Ouch, thought Billy, someone’s still jealous.

Russo: OK I’ll meet you for a 5-minute talk and that’s it.

Dinah: And keep this to yourself, Russo.

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Billy walked back through to the kitchen, tapping his phone on his chin as he went, deep in thought. Did he tell her about this, or just keep quiet? He couldn’t work out why Madani was so insistent on an actual meeting. His gut told him nothing good could come from this, he just knew it. He wasn’t absolutely sure of the details, but he was under the impression that Madani should not be in contact with him when there was an active complaint against her. He’d better be damn careful when they met tomorrow.

She’d finished pouring the coffee and buttering the toast and turned to him with a wide smile as he reappeared, holding out a plate and cup to him, “Here you go, poppet.” He took them from her, smiling back and shaking his head, “Poppet! Do I really look like a ‘poppet’?!” he said, following behind her as they left the kitchen area. He leant forward and planted an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. “You look like a big sap,” she laughed back, “but a very sex-ceeee one in just your briefs,” and rubbed her body up against him, making him groan.

As they made their way over to his sofa, he thought to himself that maybe he’d just stay silent about it, his angel was in a good mood and he didn’t want to place a black cloud over the day. Both of them had decided to have a day off from work, he had plans for the two of them and he didn’t want to spoil it all. He made up his mind as he looked over at her, she was smiling at him and his stomach did a backflip as it had been doing a lot lately.

Yeah, he’d just not mention it.

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane @omgrachwrites @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Lividity

Mob boss! Donatello x fem! reader

Summary: After a long night drinking you get approached by a shifty stranger who asks you if you want any work doing things below the law. It’s only after you agree that you realise exactly what you signed up for. You are captured by the turtles and tortured by Donatello himself for information.

Warnings: torture (graphic), NSFW, Stockholm syndrome, alcohol mention, mentions of murder, blood, gore

((A/N I’ve never written anything like this before so it’s a first for me. Just another warning, if you don’t like blood and gore, don’t read this))

It was a Friday night in up town New York and you were sat drinking and bitching to the bar tender at your local place- The Crown and Thistle. It was a smoking bar so a heavy fog hung above the heads of those who were reveling and dancing, simply celebrating life in that dimly lit bar. You couldn’t, however. Your last 30 bucks had been spent on the 5 beers sitting before you and you had to admit that you were beginning to feel it, your head felt like it was doing somersaults without your body’s permission and you could tell you were swaying side to side.

“It’s not fucking easy to keep a job, you know what I mean, Jack?”

“It’s Josh” the bartender curtly replied  

“Whatever. I just mean, if I wanted some 9-to-5 bullshit that just further stuffs me into this capitalist system that only values me for my labour and doesn’t even want to give me a fair wage, I would go and work for my father but, that’s no life!”

Your conversation had picked up the attention of the man sitting next to you, he leaned in a little to catch what you were saying better.

“And I’m not a 9-to-5 kinda gal’, you feel me?” you slur to Josh who had long since stopped listening

The man at your side places a tequila shot in front of you, he had messy black hair and was wearing an expensive looking leather jacket with studs on the shoulders. He looked like he meant business.

“So, you’re looking for work I hear”

“What’s it to you?” you hiccup

He smiles at you making eye contact and gestured for you to take the shot sat before you.

“Let’s just say I know something that pays well and shouldn’t be too hard for a pretty girl like yourself. I get the feeling that a girl like you must be good at getting into places she’s not supposed to be”

With that, he explained his proposal; you were to seduce the Turtle boys who were a infamous mob family in upper New York, considered some of the most suave and dangerous men in the city, and retrieve whatever information you could back to him. He never gave you a name, only a time and location to meet as well as your first half of 3 grand. ‘Easy money’ you thought

Their house was disgustingly exquisite, they had a courtyard, rose thickets lining the driveway, as many cars as you could count, 3 swimming pools, hand crafted Venetian statues who’s eyes seemed to follow you around. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to go renegade and decide to break in instead of following the creepy guy at the bar’s advice, but you were no whore and you weren’t going to let him pimp you out to 4 turtles just for some information. You would find it your own way. Besides, you resented them. Crime only ever got you a night in a cell or flirting with a cop to get out of it, for them it was a lavish lifestyle. Of course, the turtles weren’t criminals in the eyes of the law, no, to the cops these boys just ran a luxurious hotel empire which supplied them with riches beyond anyone’s imagination. What was going on behind the scenes was another story, however. Guns, drugs, women... You name it and they sold it to every gang member in New York.

You got down on all fours and crawled along the side of the house when you saw a light on in one of the rooms and kept crawling until you found and open window.

“Idiots” you muttered to yourself

shimmying your hips and climbing through the window you land surprisingly delicately for someone as drunk as you are on the other side in what appears to be an office. There were filing cabinets and a desk with 3 computer screens and a monitor on it. You began your work, rifling through the drawers and files to find anything that looked like it could be useful. The room smelt of cigar smoke and Gucci men’s cologne which was a shockingly manly and desirable scent. With no luck finding a paper trail you decided to try your luck at the computer. You weren’t a stranger to hacking and so you figured this couldn’t be too difficult if they were dumb enough to leave a window open it’s hardly like they would encrypt their technology, right?

That’s when you heard it, footsteps coming down the hall quietly but fast. Someone obviously didn’t want you to catch on that they knew you were there. You hid behind the desk and covered your mouth with your hand to steady your breathing, maybe if you just stayed still they would walk in and go away. The door flung open and you could hear footsteps walk slowly over to the desk where you were hidden. ‘Shit’ you thought. A dry laugh echoed through the room before, in a flash, you were pulled off your feet by your hair and were hanging in mid air, face to face with Michelangelo. He was grinning at you, the sick bastard.

“Found ya’“ he mocked.

He dragged you out of the room by your hair, kicking and screaming the entire time he pulled you through the halls of their vast mansion until he reached the living room where his brothers sat around drinking and smoking.

“I found a new toy, Donnie!” he practically trilled.

The one in purple didn’t look too impressed, he just kind of stared through you with a blank expression that was hard to pinpoint what was going on behind those eyes.

“It’s a shame, she’s pretty” he finally said

“For now” Mikey corrected.

And that was how you ended up here, tied to a wooden x that was nailed up to the wall, half naked and bleeding at the mercy of the one and only Donatello mutant turtle.

You try and thrash your arms as he ties you down, there’s no way he’s getting you without a fight but it’s no use, the bonds are fixed around each of your limbs and you are well and truly stuck.

“There’s no use struggling” He states blankly “these are Tautline Hitch knots, the more you pull, the tighter they get.”

Great, so now you were getting a lesson from a boy scout as well, who the fuck knows about knots? You pull at them anyway but he’s right, they simply get tighter and the rope stings your delicate flesh turning it a burning red colour from its roughness. You make a sound of discomfort and Donatello simply looks right through you.

He turns his back, for a moment, to sort out some things on a table that’s in the corner of the room. You take this time to get a good look around. The floor and walls are all lined with plastic white tarps and certain chains dangle miscellaneously from the ceiling. ‘You’re fucked. This is a torture room and Dexter over there is going to fuck you up 5 ways from Sunday’ you think to yourself.  Some more clanging comes from the corner as he pulls a meat cleaver out of the bag and places it on the plastic wrapped table. You gulp. 

You watch the muscles on his back as he lifts heavy chains from another bag and places them on the floor next to him, he’s quite the specimen. Tall, around 6′7 and he’s lean but muscular as all hell. His shirt can barely contain his biceps and his thighs are just to die for. ‘You can’t can’t be thinking about this now’ you snap yourself out of it but still watch him because you can’t help it. 

Eventually he turns back around and is holding a pair of pliers in his left hand and a large hunting knife in his right.

“Now, I think I know what you’re going to pick, but I figured I would ask anyway. Do you want to tell me who you’re working for and what they sent you here to do? Or do you want to get hurt?” there’s a chilling coolness to his tone. Not a single sign of stress or anxiety that he was going to have to hurt you, if anything, he seemed almost bored.

You owed nothing to the foot clan but that wasn’t why you kept your mouth shut. This was obviously a trick, everyone knew what happened to traitors when the Turtle boys got their hands on them and you had a chance of making it out of here alive if you could work a little charm on him.

“Where would be the fun in that?” you reply

He tilts his head to one side as if in thought and then continues towards you, knife in hand. He drops the pliers at your feet and brandishes the knife, making a slit along the seems of your black skinny jeans and t shirt in order to remove them. Now, just in your bra and underwear, you felt deeply exposed but, in a very strange way that you were almost ashamed to admit to yourself, you liked the power play here.

“If you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask nicely. I would’ve done it for a handsome guy like you”

Donatello gives you  a wry smile before taking one step back and then lunging forwards fist first to punch you in the face. His fist connects with your jaw and you can hear your teeth scrape against each other in your mouth from the force of it. He has a solid right hook, you’ll give him that. It takes a moment for you to come back to reality but once you do, you look him dead in the eyes and spit blood into his face. This produces a genuine smile from him, one that screams “I love it when they put up a fight”.

He wipes the bloody spit from his cheek and takes a few more steps closer to you until you’re almost nose to nose and he places the blade of the knife of the knife at the base of your neck. He drags it down slowly and you can feel it scrape into your collar bone as he pulls it closer to your sternum, you mewl in pain. This wasn’t the worst thing you’d ever experienced but it certainly hurt. Thick droplets of blood begin to roll down your chest and soak into the material of your bra, turning it from a beige to a muddy red colour in patches. Donnie retreats to he table and picks up a container of something white. He picks it up with his hand and rubs it into the cut on your chest. ‘Salt’ you quickly realise and it stings like hell you make a “Gah” sound of pain and he doesn’t flinch, he simply returns the container to the table and picks up the pliers he left at your feet.

Donatello takes one moment to remove his blazer and roll up the sleeves of his shirt, he commands a lot of authority with this action and you watch intently.

“Why not just take it off completely, I wouldn’t any to get blood on that lovely shirt of yours” you tease.

He looks up at you with no expression but you think you can see a hint of amusement in his eyes. He sets upon you again and pins your nose shut forcing you to open your mouth to breathe, that’s when you feel him slide the pliers in and get them gripped around one of your lower back molars. You scream out in pain as he shakes the pliers side to side to leverage out your tooth, your mouth filling with a coppery taste you know all too well was blood. You try to bite down to stop him but the metal of the pliers won’t allow you to close your mouth at all and before you know it the tooth has some loose and he’s ripping it from between your lips.

He stands back and looks at the tooth with a sense of accomplishment.

“Tell me who sent you” he commands once again

“Look” you begin “As much as I’m enjoying our time together....” a thin bead of blood slips from your mouth and drips down past your chin “you know I can’t tell ya’ that. No matter how handsome you are or how much you hurt me”

“Hmmm” he replies simply.

Donatello walks forwards and places one hand under your chin to lift your head up to look at him

“You’ll tell me eventually, sweetheart” He places a chaste kiss on your lips and when he pulls away you can see you’ve left a small drop of blood on his mouth which he just licks away without another thought.

He continues his work for what feels like forever but the clock in the corner of the room tells you was only 3 hours. Pulling off your fingernails, cutting you, taking a few more teeth and all the while rubbing salt into the wounds. You were in agony and hung your head down with exhaustion. 

Lifting you by the hair, Donnie holds your head up to look at him once again and with his other hand caresses the tear stained skin of your cheek with so much tenderness you almost feel like he’s going soft on you but know that’s not possible. He looks into your eyes and the corner of his mouth lifts up into a half smile.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow” he says

“Bored of me already? Amateur” you stutter out through heavy lips. He had really fucked you up in your short time together.

He places a lingering kiss on your lips which you return before pulling away abruptly and leaving the room. ‘How the fuck am I gonna live through this?’

_____________

It’s early the next morning, at least, you assume it’s early as Donatello walks in yawning and stretching with that just showered smell to him. You had barely slept, being tied to a giant wooden x that was upright on a wall didn’t make for comfortable sleeping but you still smile brightly as he walks in the room.

“Morin’ handsome” you chirp. He may have broken your body but you were never going to let him defeat your spirit. That was your one form of rebellion against him, your positive attitude.

He approaches you and begins to stroke your hair, his head tilted to the side a little to get a better look at you. You know you look like shit, your face must be puffy and swollen from the teeth he took out, your eyes are bloodshot and you’re caked in blood and sweat; there’s no way you look cute right now. None the less, he smiles at you and gives you a gentle kiss on your temple before turning away. Still with his back to you he says

“You know, we can end all of this now if you just tell me who sent you”

You snort in response, “And miss out on this horror film experience? Never”

“As you wish, I do like it when my toys have a sense of humour. It’s usually the first thing to go when when I start cutting” 

You wince when he says this but he doesn’t see, luckily. You know you’re in for a world of pain but his company is... Strangely comforting. You don’t like that you enjoy having him around.

He turns back to you holding a knife and you huff. He approaches and places the knife in your mouth with the blade touching the skin of your cheek.

“Tell me who you work for and why they sent you” He demands again

You say nothing and he rips the blade from your mouth, splitting open your cheek in the process. It’s agony and you would clutch your face if your hands weren’t tied down. You didn’t understand how all this blood couldn’t make him queezy, You aren’t a pussy but the metallic smell alone was overwhelming. Blood pours down your face and chest and you begin to cry in pain. Donnie leaves the room for a moment and comes back with a bucket full of water and a plastic bag.

He places the bag over your head and you struggle to breathe a little, that is, until he begins to pour the water over the bag and you can’t breathe at all. It feels like your drowning and you begin to panic, shaking your head from side to side in order to get away from it but it’s not use. He takes off the bag and sticks your head down into the cold water where you splutter and gurgle. He lifts your head and out and looks at you.

“Tell me who sent you and what they wanted”

“You know, waterboarding has been illegal since 2009. You’re a very bad boy” you say breathlessly. 

He responds by shoving your head back into the water where it overflows and turns a red colour from the blood pouring from your face.His grip on you is too strong and you can’t get your head out for air. That’s when everything goes dark.

When you wake again, Donnie is stitching up your face with expert precision.

“Why” you manage to get out

“Can’t have you dying of blood loss before you tell us what we need to know” he states in a matter of fact way.

The stitches don’t hurt as much as the actual wound but it’s still not pleasant. He places a hand on your opposite cheek and looks deeply into your eyes. His eyes are beautiful, golden coloured with thin black rings around the pupil. You get lost in them for a moment before returning to reality. Using his thumb, he rubs it up and down your cheek like a lover comforting you would and you sigh at his affection.

He leans in and kisses your wet lips so gently that your heart almost melts. These mixed signals he’s sending you are messing with your head. You start to get that feeling that maybe he does like you, but this is something that he just has to do to protect him and his family. ‘That makes sense, right? I mean, what wouldn’t you do for family?’ He takes a step back

“We could end this all right now if you just talk”

“But then I wouldn’t get to see that gorgeous face anymore” you splutter

Reaching out, he runs his hand down your chest between your breasts and over the cuts on your stomach until he reaches the hem of your panties.

“This what you want?” he asks

“Yes” you reply

He turns around and walks out.

_____________

Donatello wakes you up by walking in and the door slams shut behind him, you can already tell he’s not in a good mood. He wastes no time picking up a pair of pliers and coming over to you with them.

Normally he would say something to you, maybe kiss you but today he simply goes straight to your hand and rips off one of your few remaining fingernails. You scream in pain as he drops the nail to the floor and goes back in to get another

“No no no please” you beg

But your cries fall on deaf ears, he takes the nail of your ring finger on your left hand and rips it off in one pull. You cry out again. 

He returns to the table in the corner, throwing the pliers down and placing his hands at either end on the surface of the desk. He bows his head.

“Rough morning?” you inquire still trying to calm yourself down from what just happened.

“Nothing that concerns you, just family shit”

He turns back around abruptly and walks towards you, his lips crashing into your and he kisses you passionately, his hand tangles in your hair as he does. When he pulls away you’re breathless.

“Let’s get started” He says.

He goes back into kiss you, taking a knife out of his pocket as he does and he slices along the bottom of your belly, you call out against his lips but he doesn’t retreat, he just keeps kissing you and cutting at will.

Finally, he pulls away again and looks you up and down, admiring his work.You can feel the blood dripping down your stomach and seeping into your panties and you stare at him with wide eyes full of fear.

Without missing a beat he throws a punch that hits you in the cheekbone, splitting the skin open and a trickle of blood runs down your face, you can already feel the swelling beginning to set in and he grabs your chin in his hands and looks at the cut

“That’s going to need stitches” He says as he places a kiss over it and begins to trail them down your face and onto your neck. 

“I think I love you” you mutter but he says nothing.

You continue like this for another hour, cutting and biting and stitching you up and kissing all the places that hurt. He was like a demon from hell but you wanted him to like you so badly. Occasionally he would say something interesting to you or tell you how pretty you looked bleeding and crying but never much else.

You were falling for him and you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself. Today was especially rough because of whatever was going on behind the scenes and he was desperate to take it out on you.

“I think we’ll call it a day” he finally says

You sign with relief, there wasn’t much more you could take but somehow he never ran out of ways to hurt you. He slaps you in the face and then places a chaste kiss on your lips before walking out.

_____________

It’s been 4 more days to your count  of endless torture and gentle kisses. You’re going loopy in the head. You would do just about anything for this man aside from talk. You had had a few conversations. He always asked questions about your family and hobbies, even seemed interested when you brought up taking classes for veterinary school but, you never gave him what he wanted so the pain never ceased.

Today he walks in with his brothers. They all stand around you in their suits admiring his handy work.

“Is she dead?” Raphael asks

Your head is too heavy to look up at them but you are most certainly alive....You think. You have to be.

“This is your last chance” the one in the blue suit begins “last chance to tell us what you were doing here”

“Make this easy, pet” Donnie chimes in

“Or we start taking fingers instead of just the nails” Michelangelo cracks his knuckles

You can’t do it anymore. Your entire body burns with pain and you think the cut on your chest is beginning to get infected. They want you to talk so have it their way, at least when they kill you for it you’ll be free of this torture.

“I don’t know his name” you whisper.

They all come a little closer to hear you better and Donatello lifts up your chin to help you see them.

“I don’t know his name” you repeat “But he wanted me to meet him at 9:30pm at the bar The Crown And Thistle to tell him what I had found out about you. He’ll be there tonight. Dyed black hair, leather jacket with spikes. You can’t miss him” you barely manage to speak those final words you’re so weak.

“Take her down, boys” Leo commands

Raphael unties your legs while Donnie sets to work on your arms. Once free you collapse down onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“That’s it, pet. It’s all over now” 

You sink your head into the crook of his neck and pass out. __________

When you awake, you’re all bandaged up in a beautiful bedroom. There are fitted wardrobes along the wall facing you and a desk in the corner with a laptop on it. You can’t sit up but you know you must be in Donnie’s room. As if on cue, Donatello walks in, the sleeves of his light purple shirt are rolled up and he’s carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and cup of water on it.

He doesn’t speak to you, only sits down next to you and takes a spoonful of the soup and brings it towards your mouth. You haven’t eaten in a week so you gratefully take every bite he gives you before polishing it off with the water. It was nice, to be taken care of, especially by him. He leans in and kisses you so gently but you place your hand on the back of his head and hold him there to deepen it. You had been wanting to do this since day 2.

His hands trail down your body, missing all the gauze and bandages as to not hurt you and settle on your hips before he puts his tongue in your mouth and you accept it with a small moan.

“Just treat me like I’m made of glass” you beg

He responds by lying you back down and getting on top of you, his hand between your thighs slips under the material of your panties and begins to rub circles over your clit. This sensation is more than welcome after the days of nothing but pain from his hands.

He pulls away and removes your underwear with ease, tossing them across the room and onto his desk in the corner. You reach out for him again and he comes back down to continue your kiss, undoing his flies and stroking his dick as he does. He places himself at your entrance and looks into your eyes as if you ask for permission and you nod in response. Then he’s inside you thrusting slowly but deep into you at a gentle pace.

He brushes the hair out of your face, lightly tugging at one strand and rolling it between his fingers as to admire it before his attention turns to your chest. He leans down and takes on of your nipples in his mouth and begins to suck at it and nip gently with his teeth. You moan out and he doesn’t stop but goes from breast to breast to further the sensation. He’s so tender with you it’s a contrast from the last week but you don’t mind it. You have him now and are getting exactly what you want.

His pace quickens a little and you bite down on his shoulder to stifle your moans which he seems to enjoy as he kisses the top of your head. Your head falls back to the pillow and he wraps one hand around your throat while looking into your eyes and begins to squeeze a little- cutting off the blood supply to your brain.

“you’re doing so well” he praises in a low, raspy voice.

He pulls out and turns you over so your belly is down on the bed, it stings a little but you ignore it. You’re entire body aches in a different way now, now you’re aching for his touch rather than to be rid of it.

He gets between your legs and places himself back inside you, kissing the back of your shoulder as he does and you cry out as he fucks you harder.

You begin to claw at the pillows and sheets at the pleasure he’s causing you. You’ve never had anyone like him before and you never will again. He fills you so well that you want to cry and almost do, there’s such a mix of emotions going on inside you right now. Pleasure, pain, despair, hope.... But he keeps pumping into you and you’re beginning to get close.

You turn your head to face him and he kisses you with passion, expertly pushing his tongue in and out of your mouth and he tastes like whisky and cigarettes. 

“Tell me what you need” He says as he ends the kiss

“I need you to make me cum, please please just do it”

He picks up the pace at that and you can feel the ball of tightness in your stomach release as your orgasm crashes over you and you nearly see stars. His thrusts get sloppy and faster as he nears his own release. A few moments later he cums inside of you and rolls over. You get close to him and rest your head on his chest and place your arm over his torso.

Donnie carefully pushed the hair out of your face and rests his hand on your cheek.

“I love you, Donnie” you say

“I know” he replies.

Fin.

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Hewo Catteeee~! This is onae anon again, and I just wanna say I am very close to that guaranteed Kazuha! Just 20 more wishes, I hope I get him! (Thanks for sharing btw)

Oh and people are discouraging me :|

I’ve been scrolling through suggestions channel in a server and people were telling me to not waste my efforts on kazuha…. The YouTube posts too!!! T*T

I hope you’re doing well~

- Onae anon

(P.S. I just realised that I didn’t follow you earlier…. Anyways, can I be ur one of your anonsss???? ^^)

Omg sorry I saw this a little late, but that's great!! OMg I hope you get him soon!!

Also, uh, regarding what you said abt people discouraging you abt rolling for Kazuha,,, So I kinda got carried away a bit, talking about how his kit works and how he is no way a waste;; so I just put it under the cut bc its kinda long kajsnd

But!! You totally shouldn't listen to them my love >:( roll for the characters you like and play them how you want to!! It's your game, so you should enjoy it!!

Also yes!! You can totally be one of my anons <33

Okayy, so for one, I think why people are underestimating Kazuha ––and this was brought up by people before–– is because he's more of a support/ sub DPS, kind of like Albedo (who people also underestimated and skipped, and are now regretting doing so.) Kazuha isn't meant to be a big damage dealer like Hu Tao, Xiao, or even Eula. His kit is optimized to play with a team that makes use of Elemental Mastery–– his C6 is the constellation that gives Kazuha more damage-dealing potential (and even then, it's not such a big jump) but to be honest, you can build him as a damage dealer even if he's C0, or just about any other role you'd like.

Unless you invest in him as your main damage dealer, his natural damage output alone isn't game-breaking, but if you put him in the right team with the right characters, he can literally fuck shit up. But if you invest into him in whatever role you'd like (as a sub DPS, support, burst unit, or a main DPS), Kazuha is honestly such a good character to use. Tbh I've been playing him ever since I got him yesterday, and I love him so much. Kazuha literally helped carry my team through Abyss 11, and if I build the rest of my characters a bit more, I'm sure that he'd be such a good asset on abyss 12 too. I've seen someone on twitter clear Abyss 12-1 (the one with the two big geovishaps) in 44 seconds because of Kazuha.

A lot of people compare him to Venti, and I can see why, but Kazuha and Venti's kit isn't as similar as people think it is tbh. Uh, I'm not gonna get into that bc this is long already, but Kazuha is genuinely a really good unit, whether as a damage dealer, support, or a burst unit, and the main reason why people don't like him is, frankly, a lot of youtubers and online suggestions aren't very fond of support units–– it always takes time for the masses to warm up to them. People didn't like Zhongli until he got his buffs, but now people are so desperate to get their hands on his shield. And Albedo? So far, he earned the lowest revenue during his banner at only 9(?) million from mobile players, in comparison to Zhongli's 16(?) mil, but now so many comments under anything the official accounts post has people begging for an Albedo re-run.

Listen, DPS units are good, okay, I'm not saying they're not, but most DPS characters are going to get powercrept one day. Mhy is always coming out with newer DPS charas with bigger multipliers and more optimized skills. Older DPS charas aren't as popular anymore (which, imo, is really unfair and not a wise choice since they still do a shitload of damage, but I digress) but if you look at it, support characters don't get replaced so easily. Like, think about it, Venti was the first ever limited 5 star that was released, right? And today, nearly a whole year, he's still regarded as one of the best characters in the game. Bennett and Sucrose are 4 star characters, but in those youtube vids, odds are they'll use their bursts to one-shot the bosses. And Mona, usually, is built more as a support than a DPS, but she's so integral to one-shot teams.

My point is, support characters are really, really valuable. Unfortunately, it takes people so long to see this–– usually, the characters' banners end by the time their potential is recognized. They're so overlooked just because they can't pop big numbers on their own, or because the character's builds are usually shit in their trials and give a bad impression, but one day people are going to regret not pulling for Kazuha dude.

Uh, TL;DR Kazuha is really really good, and I'm so passionate about the fact that people can't see that yet. Support units are very good, are are essential to make sure that your main damage dealer does big numbers, though you can run him as a damage dealer if you want to!! Point is, don't listen to other people and play him if you want to play him. Every character is a good character. Fuck the meta and tier lists, and those youtubers who discourage pulling for Kazuha just because they want clicks on their video. People who overlook pulling him now are going to be begging for his re-run one day.

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Frozen - Domestic Assassin (Crack AU) Masterpost

This is a Masterpost of all the fanfiction I’d written (all on Tumblr) based in @ultranos’ Domestic Assassin crack AU which was hilarious for a fairly good-sized group of us! And from what I”ve seen in my notifications, people are still enjoying and finding fics of mine in this AU even to this day, which is great! 

I’ve basically dug into my previous fanfiction pages and pulled them out year by year, so because it’ll be way too much work to try and arrange everything by title, I just went by year. At least Tumblr keeps the links when I copy and paste. 

Since there are so many, you’ll find them under the cut. Enjoy! 

Pre-2016

Air Mattress Prompt  

An exhausted Anna returns home from a hot night with Kristoff only to accidentally make her sister fly off the air mattress when she flops down on it for a sleep.

“Am I supposed to be alarmed by the moon tonight?” prompt 

Elsa is so exhausted she gets confused between the sun and moon apparently.

“Can we please stop fighting and talk about the koala in your room?” 

Elsa adopted a koala, much to Anna’s exasperation.

“Can you pull this fake cobweb across the door?” Halloween prompt 

Anna wants to play a prank on Elsa...

Cell Block Sniper (M - violence and strong language)

Yes. Yes. It’s a crossover. A crossover between “Cell Block Tango” song from Chicago and this AU.

“Do you realise what this means?” “That you’re a really bad shot?” 

Elsa is NOT having the best of time trying to instruct a new trainee.

Domestic Assassin AU prompt: Hans’ POV (pre-reveal) 

Hans has a visit from Elsa when he dumps Anna. 

“Don’t touch that!” (Healthcare writing prompt, Snow Sisters) 

Elsa was bound to fall out of a tree at some point and end up in hospital. Anna takes care of her. 

Elsa and Weselton prompt 

Elsa refuses to let Weselton in the door.

Eyes That Glisten 

Anna knows how to persuade Elsa to do whatever she wants. 

“God you’re such a grumpy bags in the morning aren’t you?” 

Elsa is not a happy camper after a long night where everything just goes wrong. “Holy shit. Most realistic Dementor costume ever.” Halloween prompt 

Turns out, Elsa just looks like that most of the time.

“I can’t help being a geek about my vital signs!” prompt (Elsarik) 

A crossover between another AU (Shardsverse) 

“I don’t think I should tell you what we’re dressed as.” (Halloween Prompt) 

Somebody think of the children! 

“I dropped my cookie :’(” 

Elsa cries when she drops her cookie. 

“I feel like a T-Rex” 

Anna is too lazy to just grab the goddamn stepladder and get the jam herself.

“I wish I could drive you out of my life with a sword!” (Hans and Anna, prompt) 

Anna is NOT a fan of Hans...

“Maybe you should go as an assassin. Oh wait, you already are one.” (Halloween prompt) 

Anna is a sarcastic little sister to Elsa.

“No one unfollows like Gaston!” 

Anna overhears Gaston boasting about how he unfollowed someone because of a disability. She is not happy.

Ruined Dinner Party

After an hour of waiting for her sister to come to the party, Anna finally spots her with “ketchup” all over her top. 

Part 2 of “Ruined Dinner Party”

Of course it wasn’t ketchup. Duh. Anna is NOT HAPPY.

Sleepyhead (drabble, Snow Sisters) 

Elsa, going to the kitchen for midnight munchies, spots Anna sprawled on a couch, textbooks all around her. 

“So. Many. Triangles. Help me here!” 

Anna, not being a maths-y person, gets frustrated with geometry, and Elsa offers to help. 

“So you’re going as yourself for Halloween.” Halloween prompt 

Elsa is not keen on dressing up as Halloween.

“Tell our parents my Tumblr URL and I swear I will make your death look like an accident” prompt. 

Elsa practically threatens Anna when the latter demands to explain her Tumblr URL (of course she quickly forgives her little sis.) 

“That mask is all kinds of creepy. I like it.” Halloween prompt 

Elsa practically shits herself when Anna scares her while wearing a terrifying mask. 

Things you said at 4am prompt 

Anna gets a call at 4am on her phone from Elsa, who accidentally sniped the wrong guy..

Those Poor Birds 

Elsa mistakes a pair of birds’ mating antics as fighting, much to Anna’s amusement.

“Wait, you’re yelling at a movie?” (Snow Sisters, writing prompt) 

Elsa is very confused to find that Anna’s yelling from the lounge is at a movie. Not at an invader.

“Was it really necessary to shoot my pumpkin carving?” (Halloween prompt) 

Anna is NOT happy when Elsa decides to use her pumpkin carving for shooting practice.

“What do you mean it’s a sunset…?” prompt 

Elsa wakes up only to find that it’s already after sunset, not sunrise.

“What the hell? You gave out alcoholic chocolate to trick-or-treating kids?!” (Halloween prompt) 

Anna discovers that her German chocolates had been opened by Elsa, who’d handed them out to kids. 

“Where did you leave the spare copy of that book?” (Elsarik DA!verse, prompt) 

Crossing over with another writer’s AU with her OC, Alarik. Elsa can’t find that one specific book she needs, and she’s sure Alarik has it. 

“You once asked me what I’d do if I had only one day left.” prompt 

Anna will most definitely NOT be spending that final day of her life with Hans.

“You did what?!” prompt (Elsa and Kristoff) 

Elsa does not appreciate Kristoff’s concern over her having WAY too many cats for one house.

“You mean a line segment.” prompt 

Elsa is a huge geometry nerd, even waiting in line for takeaways.

“You should go as an assassin. Oh wait. You already are one.” prompt 

Another one where Anna suggests Elsa goes as an assassin for Halloween, only to be all “oh wait, you are one.” 

2016

Accidental shooting

Elsa accidentally shoots someone she did not mean to shoot in a library’s basement. 

Amuse Me

Elsa’s having one of those blah days and Anna’s there with bad puns all ready to go.

“Bittersweet and Strange” (not based on a prompt)

Elsa explains exactly how she likes her coffee to Anna. Turns out Elsa is also a huge fan of marmite. 

“Can’t I at least take this baby koala home?”

Anna, no, you cannot take a koala home from Australia, no matter how cute it is.

Cat Gallery (not based on a prompt)

Kristoff discovers Elsa’s huge photo album of her cats. 

“Did you lose your main point…”

Anna hears something about money and bills and wait what now.

“Do nurses ever fall asleep on the night shift?”

Anna visits Elsa in hospital and inevitably someone has to wonder this. Elsa’s adorbs when she’s pouty and Anna can’t help but annoy her on this count.

Fight Me

One sister challenges another to a fun boxing game. 

“How did you get these bruises?”

A crossover with another writer’s canon OC, Alarik (”Elsarik”) where he asks how she got some bruises while on the job. 

“How many cats are in bed with you?”

Anna marvels that there are nine cats in bed with Elsa. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to have the whole packet at once.”

Do not eat a whole bag of coffee. Do not.

I Have Found My People (not based on a prompt)

Elsa has discovered that certain Scandinavian countries drink the most coffee in the world and wants to migrate there right now.

“I know you don’t want this but it’s for your own good…”

Kristoff is rightly concerned when he finds that Elsa had thirty cups of coffee in 48 hours. Do not do this at home.

“I, uh, kinda dropped it in the water.”

Elsa calls Anna to tell her there’s an emergency: she dropped her wallet in the sea and all the fish now have her personal information. 

“I want a Venusian day…”

Elsa tries to explain to Anna why she would not want to live on Venus. Anna doesn’t give a fuck. More hours in the day what’s not to love about that?

Of Cat’s Paws and Adopting Stellar Systems (not based on a prompt)

Elsa is enthralled by a photo of the Cat’s Paw Nebula she has found on the laptop. 

Of Monkeying Around and Going Ape (not based on a prompt)

Anna comes home to discover that Elsa has adopted a monkey that had been neglected by its owner. Even Anna is almost (I said, ALMOST) tempted to keep the monkey but her common sense reigns. 

“Oh so you were in my bed this whole time?” (nsfw)

Dontcha hate when you’re in the middle of coitus and your goddamn cat has to interrupt you? (Elsarik, with another Frozen writer’s (@patricia-von-arandel) OC for Elsa)

“Once we start tickling, we can’t stop!” (nsfw)

Another steamy one with an old abandoned OC of mine (Jannike), where they find themselves having a quickie while the boss is away. 

Rubbish Day (not based on a prompt)

Anna is horrified to find a rubbish bag gone and trails of what suspiciously looks like blood leading outside. Turns out some meat thrown in there leaked inside.

“The best way to get rid of your ex…”

Anna didn’t think that Hans Westerguard would ever end up on Elsa’s targets to “take care of”. Until he does.

The One Time Elsa Caught Anna “Studying” (not based on a prompt)

Anna uses the mirror in the bathroom to practice distinguishing teeth for a medical exam. Elsa suggests alternatives. 

“What is this owl doing in our bathroom?”

Of course Elsa would adopt an owl and want to keep it in the bathroom. Of course.

“Who dances in the rain anyway?”

Elsa comes home to discover Anna dancing in the rain. 

“Why is there an otter in our kitchen?”

Anna comes home to find that Elsa has “adopted” an otter from a “client”. As you do.

“Why would you wish to be at a backpackers?”

Elsa and Alarik (Shards AU, Elsarik) decide to stay at a backpackers together for some private time. 

“Yes, yes the cold doesn’t bother you…”

Anna is not impressed with Elsa standing in the snow when she has a major cold.

2017

The Blood of White Men (not based on a prompt)

As Elsa’s favourite song goes, he had it comin’ all along. 

Is the Earth Broken? (not based on a prompt)

Elsa is confused about why the day she thought it was today...actually isn’t. She convinces herself the Earth has somehow broked. 

“It won’t be high tide you said…”

Elsa needs to learn that reading yesterday’s newspaper’s high tide times is not helpful. 

Kittens on Saturn (not based on a prompt)

Elsa hopes there’s actual giant kittens on Saturn after seeing a graphic manipulation on an astronomy news site.

Of Singing Humpback Whales and Rock Trolls

Kristoff visits Elsa in hospital while Anna’s busy with other things. It...does not go as expected. Poor Kristoff. 

“Proboscis Monkeys look ridiculous…”

Anna’s exasperation at Elsa rescuing a Proboscis monkey is still not so great that she can’t help but wonder what would happen if you honked their nose. Anna NO. 

“She’s going to kill you.”

Kristoff knows his days are numbered when he spills carrot juice all over Elsa’s brand new rifle. Uh oh.

“There’s a perfectly good reason for all these kittens.”

Turns out Elsa decided to adopt some kittens left on the side of the road when they’re already over-run with cats.

“This is extreme, even for you.”

Elsa is so addicted to her coffee she’s begun pouring them into wine bottles, as you do.

2018

Elsa brings home a parrot 

Anna discovers that Elsa has “rescued” a very large, very loud parrot from one of her, ahem, “clients”.

Elsa’s Back Up Cat, Mushu 

Anna discovers one of the cats apparently reading a book, and much to her consternation, Elsa explains he’s for back up.

“Oh what a circus!” photo prompt 

Anna takes her still-bewildered-after-five-coffees sister to the circus. This may or may not turn out to be a great idea.

[illfoandillfie]

Hey how are you? 😊 so this might sound a little cheeky but I've noticed a real lack of roger fic material out there and since its my birthday today (22 oh my god 😯) .. I was wondering if youre not busy .. perhaps you might like to write a little roger x reader smutty blurb for me please? 👉👈 only if you would like to of course 😁

oh happy birthday!! I hope it was a good one! Your lucky we like things a little cheeky on this blog and also any excuse to write rog smut lmao.

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You were on the road when you realised what day it was. Your grasp of time was spotty at best when you were travelling and Roger’s was completely hopeless without the set dates of a tour to keep him on track. And this trip was no tour. Just you and Roger, crossing a few European countries off your bucket list. You knew it was sometime before early June because that’s when you were due to switch accommodation but it took stopping in at a petrol station to know for sure. Roger refilled the rental car and you took the chance to stretch your legs, ducking inside the store. You were mentally weighing up whether you should buy more snacks or hold off until you reached the tourist spot you were planning on visiting when you saw the paper. A language you couldn’t understand but a few words jumped out and the date at the top of the paper. Your birthday. You found Roger as he finished paying for the fuel. 

“I’m 22 today.”

“What?”

“It’s my birthday Rog,”

He stopped with the key in his hand, a look of concentration on his face as if he were trying to wrap his head around a maths problem, “Shit, is it? Happy birthday love. I should have got you something.”

“Don’t worry, I totally forgot it was today too.”

“D’you want a keychain with your name on it becasue I think I could get one of them inside.” He pointed back to the dingy store with his thumb but you just laughed and shook your head as you climbed into the passenger seat. Roger started the engine once more and you took off. 

It was a peaceful drive, the radio playing recognisable pop music between bursts on conversation you couldn’t follow, fields of flowers passing by your window. It was wound down so your hair caught the breeze and you could smell the sweet aroma of the blooming fields muddled up with that of Roger’s last cigarette. You barely saw any other traffic, and what you did see was all headed in the opposite direction. 

“Y’know, we don’t have to go see this ancient ruin thing,” Roger suddenly said, “we could do something else.”

“What else is around here?”

“Well,” his hand came to rest on your thigh.

You chuckled, “I should have known. What got you going this time? The hills kinda look like boobs, is that it?”

“No, Jesus,” he laughed, “nothing like that. Just thought it could be a fun way to celebrate your birthday.”

“Oh yeah?” You were interested but didn’t want to give in too quickly, “You really wanna drive all the way back to the house without anything to show of our day just to have the sex we’d probably end up having before bed anyway.”

“Two things. One, that makes us sound like the sort of couple that only has very predictable and boring sex because they’re desperately trying to keep the magic alive. And two, I never said we had to turn back.” His hand was still on your thigh, slowly moving higher.

“And where would you want it then?”

“Up your arse if your offering.” he turned to throw you a wink and pulled his hand back to the steering wheel, “Side of the road works for me, if you’re into it. No one else around. We could just pop into the backseat, christen the rental. And then we turn around, stop in at that bakery we passed closer to town and pick up some cupcakes or pastries or whatever they have. Take it back to the house where we can sit in the sun and eat it, maybe with a glass of champagne. Have an afternoon nap. And then when you’ve got your energy back I can wear you out again.”

“That your idea of a birthday present?”

“I’ll even tie a bow around my cock if you like,”

“Well it sounds fun but I don’t think I want to fuck in this car. Lord knows how many other perverts have driven it before us.”

“So should I turn around then?”

“Pull over.”

Roger grinned as he did what you asked, pulling up onto the grass beside the road, under the shade of a tree. You stretched your arms over your head as you got out of the car.

“You up to jumping a fence, Rog? Fuck me amongst the flowers?”

“I’m not getting a bee sting on my arse again,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. He let his hands fall to your arse and you expected him to kiss you. Instead you squealed in surprise as he picked you up and dropped you to sit on edge of the hood of the car. The quiet road was behind you as you leaned back on your hands, Roger’s fingers already unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs.

“What if someone else uses this road?”

“They wont see us until they’re already passing us and then they’ll wonder if they saw us right. At worst we give someone wood while they drive.” He flung your jeans through the open door before finally leaning in to kiss you, smiling and eager. You snuck your hands down to grab his bum, giggling as his hips jolted forward.

“Ms needy,” he mumbled against your lips moving his hands down to his own pants, hastily undoing the fly and pushing them down to his knees.

“birthday, ‘m allowed,”

“s’pose,”

You let your legs fall open a little wider to accommodate Roger as he pulled your undies to the side and eased into you.

“Good girl, you okay?”

“Mmhmm, just,” you dropped your head forward onto his shoulder as you tried to adjust, “just give me a few seconds okay?”

“Take as long as you need love, the longer I get to be in your cunt the better,”

You groaned at that, louder than you meant but the road was still deserted so you didn’t mind. “fuck I – just fuck me Rog,”

“Yes ma’am,” his fist tightened suddenly in the back of your hair, pulling your head up so he could look at you as he pulled out a bit and then thrust back in. You gasped at the sensation, clutched at his shoulder to keep yourself steady as he repeated the motion again and again, gradually picking up the pace. Roger let you fall back against the hood, your back arching as you moaned for him. It left him free to push your legs even wider, to put more weight into each thrust, to rub your clit as he encouraged you to cum.

“That’s it love, sound so fucking hot. Gonna cum soon?”

“Y-yeah, yes,”

“Wanna feel you cum Y/N. T-then I’m – fuck – gon-gonna fill your tight f-fucking cunt, make you hold it all the wa-y home.”

Roger swore as you came, pulsing around him until he had no choice but to follow and make good on his promise. He leaned over you, one arm braced by the side of your head, as you both tried to breathe normally.

“You still with me love?” he asked softly, stroking your cheek until you opened your eyes again, “Ready to head back to the house?”

“Yeah, so ready,”

He dropped a kiss to your forehead before he carefully extracted himself from you. He pulled his pants up and then helped you with your underwear and gave you a hand to hop off the hood. You didn’t bother putting your jeans back on. Knowing Roger he’d try and make you cum again before you reached the bakery.

“Not how I expected today to go,” you laughed as Roger restarted the car and made a wide turn into the opposite lane.

“Think this might be a better plan than our original one.”

“Think you might be right,”

Roger laughed too, reaching over to give your thigh a quick squeeze, “happy birthday love.”

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [19]

Masterlist

~^*^~

You stretched out your body as the sleep slowly began to ebb away and become replaced with full consciousness. As you did, a tingle of pleasure ran down your spine and you mewled. Not feeling fully satisfied, you stretched out once more and made yet another noise of pleasure at the sensation.

“Darling, I assure you that if you continue to make such suggestive sounds, there will be hell to pay.” Dracula warned stoically, his eyes shifting back to his kindle.

“I can’t help it,” you softly whined, rolling over to face him, “it feels so nice to stretch, don’t you agree?”

“I shall agree that it feels good to watch you stretch, but that’s as far as I’ll go.” He smirked at you.

“I’m never stretching again.” You grumbled and turned away from him.

“[First],” he chuckled and extended his hand to grasp your chin and turn your face towards him, “don’t ever change.” With the softest smile, he pecked your cheek.

It was crazy how the most domestic things made you feel so fluttery on the inside. You couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face and you completely rolled back over, wrapping your arm snugly around his waist. He hummed. He pressed a second kiss to the top of your head. The surreality of the moment dawned on you and you smiled, burying yourself deeper into him. Home had never felt so close.

You thought back three days, after your fight with Dracula and the very positive consequences of that. You had practically ran home, and fled up the stairs to begin to throw your clothes into a suitcase. Jack had rushed up after you and once he saw the smile on your face, he knew his most dreaded nightmare had become a reality. Dracula had returned and he was stealing you away.

“Where are you going?” He had asked, chocking back his emotions.

“We,” you began, “are going back to London.”

“I don’t want to go back to London.” He deadpanned. You froze and turned to look at him, “he’s here isnt he?”

“Don’t be like that, Jack.” You sighed, smile fading, “we don’t belong here.” Your avoidance of the question hit him in the chest. Dracula was here and he had managed to convince you to go.

“Yes we do. We always have done. We made a life here, [First], please don’t throw it away for him.”

“...I’m not doing it for anyone else but myself.” You lied.

“Well you can go. But I’m staying here.”

“Jack, please don’t do this. Don’t make me pick.”

“Why should I be fair to you if you’re going to run back to him the moment he comes back? Did he fake his own death? He hurt you like that and you’ll go back to him?”

“Yes.” You narrowed your eyes

“Why?”

“Because I love him.”

Dracula’s voice calling your name brought you back to where you were - in bed, snuggled up against him like he was the warmest thing in the world, even though you were beginning to seriously grow cold.

“What are you thinking about?” He inquired.

“You.” You whispered dreamily. He laughed.

“You truly are the sweetest thing.” Another kiss, “when the time is right, I will have the most fun ruining you.” His voice grew darker and you slapped his chest as a scolding.

“That’s no way to speak to a lady!”

“You’re right, I’m very sorry, Lady [Last].”

Your laughter was cut short by the knocking of the front door. It echoed through the apartment until it met your ears and you mumbled to him to leave it. He evidently couldn’t leave it, and began tugging himself away from your grasp.

When he was finally standing, he tugged the duvet up (which already had much nicer black cotton sheets)and cocooned you in.

“Keep yourself warm for me, my lady. I’ll only be a moment.”

Your heart faltered. Dracula, smiling to himself left the room and shut the door. He felt like he had finally been granted access to heaven after so very long. 524 years and he finally had a taste of euphoria. Who would’ve thought it was you?

He loved the way the sunlight streamed in. He loved the vibrancy it brought with it. He loved the way that it would cast a halo over you when you sat with him in the morning, back to the window as you let your back warm up by the heat. He truly felt like the richest man in the world.

Moving towards the door, he didn’t bother pushing his smile back. Why should he?

He was genuinely shocked when he pulled back the door and saw the person waiting for him. He hadn’t changed much except for his skin becoming a little leathery and losing its colour, and of course, his eyes taking on a red kind of hue as they always did what What Dracula called the ‘newborns’.

“Good morning, Renfield, can I help you?”

“Actually, Count Dracula, I came to thank you.”

“To thank me?”

“Yes, you have blessed me- may I?” He pushed past the taller male, entering the apartment.

“Not really...” Dracula’s hands rose up to shoulder leval, as if in question and then fell. He felt a little unnerved, “so, um, how long have you been... like that?” There was a sudden intensity to Renfield that he didn’t like. Newborns had a disgusting thirst to blood that drove most to a deathly insanity. He had somehow managed to make it past that point.

“Oh,” Renfield turned to face him, “quite a while now. Aren’t you proud of yourself? You finally perfected your technique.”

“Well,” he began with an amused scoff, “you caught me at a bad time.”

“My apologies-...” he trailed off, “were you about to eat?” Shit. Could he smell you?

“Oh, no-“

“Could I join you?”

“No, Renfield I’m not eating.”

Fuck.

“My god, where are they? I have never smelt anything so succulent. So sweet...”

“Renfield, I think you need to leave.” Dracula warned darkly.

In the bedroom, you had grown tired of lying about and had sat up and was flipping though the pages of Dracula’s novel on his kindle. He’d probably be upset for you losing his page, but he was a 524 year old man, he should have an immaculate memory by now.

But as you began to delve in 3/5s into the book, you heard a sound. It was barely above a whisper. You thought nothing of it and went back. The sound came again a little louder - but still uncipherable. You shook it off. A third time.

‘Bloofer...’

You looked around the room. Nothing. There was nothing. You were being silly.

‘Bloofer lady...’

Heart beginning to race, you pulled your legs up and out of the duvet, getting ready to rush out of the room. That was when the wardrobe doors blew open and there she stood, between his stream-ironed suits in her burnt glory. You screamed and without thinking, launched the kindle in her direction. Upon contact, she was gone.

Shaking, you clambered off of the bed and made your way towards the wardrobe. You plucked the kindle up and noticed a gash down the centre. Oops.

You didn’t know if Dracula had shooed away whatever company was at he door, but you decided to venture out anyway. You had to confess before he found the broken kindle himself. He was going to be so mad... You tugged open the door.

“Hey, Drac, there was kinda an accident...” you trailed off upon seeing Renfield standing a little away from you. Dracula was further down the room, now fully glaring at the lawyer, “oh, sorry.”

“Oh my goodness. She smells even better so close.” Renfield purred.

“Get out.” Dracula demanded.

“What? And let you enjoy a delicacy all to yourself? I have respect for you, Dracula, but I’m not stupid.”

“She’s not anyone’s meal. I am warning you to leave while you still have your head attached to your body.”

“Gosh, you do make a good pair. Both of you enjoy to threaten my head.”

Dracula sent you a questioning look, and you sent one back that seemed to read ‘I’ll tell you later’. During your distraction, Renfield took a step towards you and when you realised, you took a quick step backwards. Dracula took two long strides forwards.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” He warned, his voice dangerously low. His eyes had darkened to almost black and you knew that he was nothing short of livid.

“I only want a taste, Dracula.” Renfield started.

“She’s not yours.”

“Since when did you claim her?”

Renfield made a break for you. Dracula didn’t hesistate to sprint forward and you realised that you had never truly seen him as a predator. Renfield managed to get to you and his hands gripped onto your t-shirt. His teeth were bared and his eyes were almost glowing. He was on your for a second before Dracula had smashed into him and knocked him away. The force of his arms being removed from you sent you flying backwards in the bedroom. You scrambled up and rushed out to see Dracula and Renfield in a death lock, throwing punches onto one another as both tried to get back up whilst simultaneously keeping the other down.

Dracula managed to push Renfield down and kick his head to keep him down for just a moment.

“Run, [First]!” He barked at you.

You dashed out of the bedroom, ignoring the whining pain in your back. So close to the door, you were pulled back and pulled up into the air by a pair of unfamiliar arms. You screamed and began to thrash in his arms.

Time slowed for Dracula and he had a split second to make a decision. In order to get you out of Renfield’s grip, he was going to have to risk hurting you. He’d rather hurt you himself than let any fatal harm come to you. He sprinted towards you and grasped Renfield. He yanked at his neck, trying to get him to have no choice but to let you go. It was no use.

So, he swung out his leg and as it collided with Renfield’s knee, he heard the splintering crack of bone. Renfield dropped to the floor, screaming in agony but refused to let you out of his talons.

“LET HER GO!” Dracula began blow after blow of his elbow on Renfield’s face. His nose cracked and began to gush blood. His lips split in several places and he had no choice but to finally let you go.

You rolled from his grasp, pushing yourself away from the floor. Your eyes were glued on Dracula, who was completely gone with his rage. The anger on his face, the power of his hits, this was the force of his jealousy and this was how far he would go to protect you. You had to be honest - it kind of turned you on.

The fight did not end, however, as Renfield climbed up Dracula’s size and began to force him backwards. He drove Dracula’s back into the table and you saw the sudden mahogany coloured blood soaking the back of his shirt. Again and again, Renfield impales Dracula’s back on the corner of the table until Dracula could take no more. He, with all of his strength, pulled Renfield up and over his head, behind him, smashing his back down onto the table. It cracked and splintered and some pieces of marble flew out in all directions. He then grasped Renfield by the collar of his coat and dragged him towards one of the doors. It swung behind him and you could hear another scramble.

You somehow managed to get up and rush into the next room. The living room. On the right hand side of the room, Dracula was kicking Renfield back as he opened the doors to the balcony.

The commotion ended when Dracula plucked up Renfield and tossed his body over the balcony. He turned to you, aggressively panting.

“Are you alright?” He spoke between deep breaths.

“You should be worried about yourself, look at you.” You spoke gently.

He limped towards you and pulled you into him before he began to crumble to the floor. You sunk on your knees with him, cradling his head to your chest so that he could hear your heart.

“Darling, don’t be scared anymore.”

“I’m worried about you, Drac.” You whispered.

~^*^~

It took ten minutes to get him back into the bedroom and a further ten to convince him to take his shirt off and lie down on his stomach on the bed. He was being stubborn, and you had to keep trying your hardest to convince him to help himself.

When he was finally compliant with you, you straddled his thighs, looking at the deep gashes on his back. Six in total. You ran your fingers through his hair and he looked back at you.

“I’m fine, really-“

“No you aren’t. Now tell me again how I fix them.”

“Just... why don’t you let me do it?” He began to turn, but you grabbed hold of his shoulders and forced him back down into the pillows.

“No. I’m doing it. You won’t reach them all. Tell me.”

“Pinch the skin and twist.” His irked voice was muffled as he spoke to you.

“See? Easy. It won’t hurt will it?”

“Not much.”

“Stupid question, [First], the man’s been shot and not even flinched.” You mumbled to yourself.

“It’s endearing.” He craned his neck to look back at you once more, “you’re like a wonderful, loving wife.”

“Yeah, shut up and face down.”

“Oh, how did you ever find out I like to be bossed around whilst in bed like this.”

“I swear to the lord almighty I will leave you here and never come back.” You pouted.

“Liar. You’d never leave me.”

He was right. You could never leave him. Not after leaving your newfound life to be with him. He meant everything to you. But he didn’t need to know that. So, without warning, you began to close up his wounds. The first one made him hiss a little, and to soothe his pain, you leaned down and pressed your lips to the newly conjoined skin to let the sting sizzle away.

With every one that you closed, you left a kiss to help with the pain. Once you had done them all, you trailed your hands up and down his sides, pressing kisses higher up his back. He sighed, allowing your warmth that was spreading through him like wildfire. Your kisses ignited his skin and he had never felt this alive or this loved in... well forever. Now it was you hovering above him. He turned his head to look at you and you were inches above his face.

Another kiss you pressed to his shoulder and sent your hands down his sides once more. His skin tingled with your touch. He was in paradise. He loved the feeling of being consumed by you.

“Do you feel better now, love?”

“Love?” He repeated.

“Yes, my love,” your wicked eyes burned into his. Oh, heavens, you were driving him insane, “how do you feel?”

“... like I could fly.”

You softly chuckled and pressed another kiss on his shoulder, just next to the one that you had just planted. He was clinging on to every one of your movements. He anticipated every touch. When your hands ran back up, they ran along his arms and you threaded your fingers through his as you leaned to his nape and pressed a kiss.

He was in utter bliss.

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” You uttered against his skin.

“I’d do anything for you.”

He suddenly felt much better and had within a second, flipped himself around underneath you, sat up and wrapped his arms around you so that you were firmly on his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. You were so close. Your hands had instinctively pressed against his firm chest.

“Anything?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Anything and anything.”

“Would you bring me the moon if I asked?” You giggled at the stupidity and the entire cliche of your question.

“And the stars to go with it.” He promised.

“Would you take me anywhere I wanted to go?”

“I’d carry you there if it was the only way.”

“Would you make me live forever?” Your voice was soft.

“...no... I wouldn’t do that.” He confessed, feeling a little guilty for having to say no to you.

“Why not?” There was the tiniest hint of hurt in your voice. Almost undetectable but when you had 500 years to master reading people, Dracula had become too good at it.

“I wouldn’t curse you with it. You are too good, you are too perfect to be tarnished by undeath.” He placed his forehead on yours. His eyes fluttered shut and he breathed in your scent. He focused on your warmth around him.

“Would you rather see me die?”

“I want to give you the best life so that you don’t regret or feel afraid to die, my sweetest, my loveliest, my angelic darling.” It was his turn to begin to press kisses to your neck.

Your throat began to burn with the kisses he left behind.

“I will give you everything. I will fulfil every desire. I will satisfy all of your thirsts.” He vowed to you, “your wish shall be my command and I will submit myself to you. So simply give me your warmth and your love, my darling.”

“Okay.” You whispered.

His kisses were working down your skin and you were thankful that you had chosen a little lower cut than usual shirt to sleep in. His lips worked on the skin of your chest, but the material that covered to just a little above where your heart was stopped him from going any further.

He pulled you into him, resting his head on your breast, listening to the steady beat of your heart. It made him feel normal. It made him feel like he wasn’t a monster after all.

You made him feel alive and he only hoped that you wouldn’t ever leave him. He think he truly would die of heartbreak if you did. The thought made him tug you tighter to him and without realising, the movement caused some friction where he hadn’t anticipated. You sucked in a breath, not wanting to draw any attention but your heart gave you away like usual. Your hands made their way to his hair.

“We can’t.” He whispered, “it would kill you.”

“That’s how I want to go.” You joked in an airy breath.

“Absolutely not.”

“Not even a little? Can’t you relive me?” You tugged his head back so that he could see the bees flooding your eyes. Jesus, he had forgotten about how intense desire could become. This was something he’d need to keep in check.

“Not today, my darling. Behave yourself and maybe we can come to some arrangement.”

“Don’t leave me waiting too long or else I may have to go looking for trouble.” You pressed a kiss to his jawline and he purposely pulled your hips down.

“What did I just say?”

You laughed.

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[lu-undy]

Hello again mate 😄, how about sniper&spy being to drunk at the event

Here it is! Be warned it is quite long becuase I enjoyed myself way too much with it!!

"Remind me why I am following you to this exhibition of drunkenness."

"It's called a beer festival, you snob, and I'm takin' you there cause remember a few weeks ago?" 

"The wine tasting?"

"Yeah, that show of posh people who don't even drink the thing… Bloody idiots, they taste it and spit it away."

"It is to not get drunk! What do you expect? You wanted them to drink it all and not being able to taste anything anymore?!"

"I don't know, it's just dumb! You taste stuff and throw it away! Would it kill you to swallow it?"

"How would you know?"

Sniper looked at his friend, intrigued, as the tone of his voice was definitely more suave than was necessary, but he soon caught the innuendo.

"Spook!"

The Frenchman laughed seeing how red his friend's face turned.

"Oh, also, here it is." 

Sniper parked the van and both stepped out. There was some music and people were swarming the wide field. Sniper started walking and Spy naturally followed his friend. The stands were colourful and as the end of the afternoon came, the lanterns switched on everywhere. 

Spy looked up at his taller friend. He saw the reflection of the million lights on his glasses and on the hunter's blue irises. Sniper felt observed and as they walked through the busy crowd, he looked down and saw the Frenchman's eyes open wide. 

"Y'alroight?"

"O-oui. I just don't like the crowd…"

Sniper was about to tell him that it was a poor lie but the Frenchman cut him.

"And when are we finally going to taste some beer? Or maybe this whole show is just to get drunk and not actually enjoy yourself?"

"Alroight, alroight, mister impatience… I wanna see if they have anythin' from Australia."

"Missing home?" 

"Yeah, nah, I want you to try it."

They moved around searching for a stand with an Australian flag or anything of the sort. 

"You think I will appreciate it?" Spy asked. 

"Oi, don't say it like you won't!" 

Spy chuckled. 

"Non, you misunderstood me, my question was genuine." 

They took a turn and Sniper looked down at his friend. 

"You? Genuine?"

"Oui, why do you sound so surprised?" 

"Are you kiddin'? You're the bloody Sp-mh?!" 

Spy swiftly turned and put his gloved hand on Sniper's mouth. 

"Oui, I know, but no else apart from you and I here need to." 

Sniper relaxed and nodded, which prompted Spy to removed his hand off of his mouth. 

"Sorry for the inconvenience. You did not leave me any choice."

"It-it's okay."

Spy's eyes shot up at the taller man who instantly looked away. The Aussie didn't want his friend to see the blush on his cheek. But as he turned his head, something caught Sniper's eye.

"Oh, look here, Australian flag!" 

Spy saw his friend's face beam up with a smile as he quickened his pace towards the stand. When they arrived, Sniper removed his hat and looked at the selection of beers. Spy smiled as he thought that Sniper would have looked the same a couple of decades ago in front of a candy shop. 

"So, Bushman, what would you recommend?" 

"Depends on what you like." 

"I will take the same thing as you do." Spy answered. 

"Alroight…!" 

A minute later they were walking through the crowd again, a bottle of Australian beer each in their hands. 

"Very different from the European ones I have tried." Spy said. 

"Is it?"

"Have you never had a German beer?" Spy asked. 

"Nah, tried an American one once, and it was awful. It had no taste and no alcohol. I mean it's a beer, so yeah, it should be light, but that one was straight water." 

"You know, I cannot disagree with you on that one…" Spy answered. 

"And you almost sound disappointed about it!"

The Frenchman chuckled. 

"Almost so indeed! Although, do remind me to make you try one, and a Belgian one too, those are a gem."

"Look at you knowin' beer almost better than me, eh?" Sniper teased. 

"I think I just know how to appreciate what I put in my mouth, unlike you." 

Sniper stopped walking and the Frenchman turned to him to ask why. 

"How would you know?" The Aussie quoted the Frenchman and Spy rolled his eyes up with a smile. 

"I see you are quoting the greatest mind of this century…" 

The Frenchman turned and started walking.

"Show off…!" 

Sniper nudged him gently and they both laughed before going back to their journey across the world… through beers. They hopped from one stand to the next, like bees from one flower to the other although, in their case, they were not gathering pollen, but alcohol. If the first few ones were inoffensive, they both started to feel the effect of the intoxicating liquid soon enough. 

"Oh my God, Spook…!" Sniper said between two laughters. "I can't leave you two seconds, can I?"

"What?"

The Aussie had gone to find the toilets and in a few minutes, the Frenchman was on a bench and had found the way to surround himself with two women. 

"Oh, is that your friend?" One of them asked Spy. 

"Oui, indeed, a very good friend, but don't be fooled, Mesdemoiselles, he and I are very different." 

[Ladies.]

"Oi, don't say it like that! Ladies, look, I'm sure you find him posh and elegant and all that but he's as snob as all hell, believe me, he's not worth it!"

"First, I am not snob, I have manners." Spy started. "And second, how would you know that I am not worth it, hm? Have you tried me maybe?" 

"God no!" Sniper answered, with a disgusted face.

"Well maybe you should! That would teach you a thing or two about how to approach ladies!" 

"What did I do wrong?! I barely said anythin' to them!"

"Exactly." Spy coldly answered and the ladies chuckled. He took their hand, one by one and left an elegant kiss on them. "Mesdemoiselles, I am sorry for my friend's rudeness. He is a bit… wild."

"Whot?!" Sniper asked, raising his arms up before dropping them.

Both women chuckled and left a kiss on the Frenchman's cheek before they went away, exchanging winks with the man in the suit. When his eyes fell on him, Sniper saw Spy undo his tie and open the two first buttons of his shirt. 

"They got you warm, eh?" 

"Non, not them." Spy put his tie in his jacket's pocket. 

"The beer then?" 

They walked from the bench they were on to deeper in the crowd.

"It is indeed getting to my head. And all this music and noise…! I feel like I need to shout for you to hear me!"

"That's because you do!"

The booming volume of the music was deafening and they were both walking not too far from the blasting speakers.

"This is unbearable Sniper!"

"I… I kinda agree with you actually, and it's getting quite late, wanna head back?!" He answered shouting as well. 

"Yes, please!" 

They both nodded to each other and came back to the van. It was far enough for them to talk at a reasonable volume, but not enough to dampen the bass booms. They could hear them distantly. 

"Mate…"

"What?" 

"I don't think I should drive, eh…"

"Oh mon Dieu…" Spy put a hand on his face. "Are you telling me that we are blocked here until either you or I sober up enough to drive?" 

"Nah…" 

"What then?" Spy asked. 

"It's until I sober up, mate. Don't you even dream of driving her around."

"Her?! It's a van!" 

"Oi! She drove me everywhere I needed to go so far!" Sniper answered.

"Oui, until now, where she is just leaving you here, huh?"

"It's not her fault I'm shit-faced!"

"Indeed, it is yours." 

"And yours!" Sniper added.

"What?! What have I got to do with you being drunk? You took me to this festival of beers!"

"Yeah well, the German and Belgian ones weren't my idea!" 

"Non, but what about the half a dozen Irish and English ones?!"

"Ahhh…" 

Sniper sighed and unlocked his van's back door. Spy watched as he saw him exit a few seconds later with a pillow and a duvet. 

"Will you sleep outside?! What is wrong with you?!" Spy asked. 

"Well unless you wanna take the roof, ya wanker...!"

"Take the roof?"

Sniper climbed up the van's roof top and rolled himself in the duvet. 

"Sniper?!"

His head peeked out and down to the Frenchman. He had removed his hat and glasses. 

"You have the bed inside. I'll take a nap and when I'm sober, I'll drive us back to the base."

The Aussie rolled back and Spy felt the van shake under the movements of the tall man looking for a comfortable position to rest. Sniper closed his eyes but he distinctly heard his friend enter the van and move inside. 

Yeah well, good night to you too, ya Spook...

Sniper's breath calmed down but Spy was making an awful lot of noise for a man paid to sneak around, and why was it getting louder and louder?

"Bushman?"

"Huh?!"

Sniper's eyes snapped wide when he felt his colleague's very breath on his ear. 

"What the hell are you doin' here?! I told you you could have the bed!"

Spy was sitting on the rooftop, next to the Aussie. 

"I don't feel sleepy." 

"Oh so I shouldn't sleep either?" Sniper asked. 

"As if you could." Spy answered, unfazed. 

"Ugh, bloody Spook, I swear…" Sniper sat up next to his colleague. 

The night was warm as it was now the middle of summer and both of them could see quite clearly in the night, the moon being full. The festival was clearly visible with its dancing mutlicolor light and general noise.

"What now? We just wait to sober up awake?" Sniper asked.

"Here." 

Spy placed two glasses between their thighs and poured some water. 

"Ya thief." Sniper said chuckling, as he realised the Frenchman had helped himself in the van. 

"You're welcome." Spy answered with a smile. 

They tipped their glasses and drank. 

"Maybe you are right about your van." Spy admitted. 

"What d'you mean?" 

"Maybe she does take you where you need to go." 

"To this festival, with a burden of a bloke in a suit…" Sniper turned and realised that Spy had removed his jacket, tie and vest. "Well, what's left of the suit anyway."

Both chuckled under the moonlight. 

"Well it is quite warm even in the night and all this… racket, it tired me and you got me walking quite a bit." Spy answered.

"Yeah, and the sheilas… If I wasn't there, would you seriously have gone back home with both?!" 

Spy laughed. 

"If I wanted, oui."

"And I am the one without manners, eh?" 

Their glasses were empty and this time Sniper filled them. 

"What does it have to do with manners?" Spy answered. "Non, I am merely the victim of my own success." 

"Arrogant wanker."

"Wild idiot."

They tipped their glasses and felt the fresh water dilute the poison they had downed before.

"Although…" Sniper started. "Maybe you're right."

"About what?" 

"Maybe you are the victim of yer success, I mean, sheilas like a bloke in a suit and tie. Add that French accent of yours and they fall like flies around ya, don't they?"

Spy rolled his eyes. 

"Such a poet you are, Sniper." 

"Oh, you know what I mean." 

"I do. And you are right, I do have my successes with the… what do you call them again? Shy-lah?"

"It's sheila."

"Where is the difference?" 

"Everywhere?!"

They looked at each other and laughed. Spy nudged Sniper with his elbow. 

"I am pulling your leg, Bushman." 

"Bloody well hope you're jokin', yeah."

"Although…" Spy started. "I know for one that you wouldn't."

"I wouldn't what?" Sniper asked. 

"You wouldn't have gone home with the two women."

"Yeah, well, I think one's enough!" Sniper chuckled. 

"Non, you misunderstood me." 

The Aussie raised an eyebrow at the serious tone of his friend. 

"What d'you mean?" He asked.

"You barely looked at them. Despite their beauty and their, well, certain shapes and arguments, your eyes where not on them, hardly ever." Spy answered and put his empty glass a bit further away. 

Sniper blushed and hoped his friend hadn't seen it. 

"Well, you might like them like that, they're not really my type…" 

"Ah," Spy pretended to believe the lie, "What is your type, then, if I may ask?"

"Y-yeah, sure, uhm, I like them…Thin, a bit shorter than me, uhm, let me see…"

"Blond or brunette?" Spy asked. 

"Doesn't really matter, I can like either. And uh…"

"Sniper?" 

"What now?" He answered, annoyed as he was trying to lie but knew he was failing miserably. 

"You know I am very familiar with half-truths and lies, oui?" 

"Y-yeah…" 

Sniper understood that Spy knew he was lying. 

"But what's your type then, eh?"

The Aussie watched as the Frenchman stole his pillow and laid down comfortably. 

"Oi-!"

"Don't complain, I could have stolen much more than just your pillow!" 

"Ugh…" Sniper sighed, exaggerating his annoyance when in fact, he found it half amusing and half soothing. Spy seemed much more humanly when he laid down somehow, it made him more simple in a way. 

Sniper laid on his side, his head propped up on his hand.

"So, yer type?"

"Well, I prefer dark hair over fair, I have a weakness for natural charms, more than for beauty in itself and above all, I like my partner to have something I cannot describe. It's that kind of charm that they wouldn't show to anyone else but me; the reason why no one can understand that I have fallen for them, but me."

Sniper had fallen silent. 

"You almost talk like you have someone in mind and you can see them in yer head." 

Spy's eyes were riveted on the starry sky. They turned and met Sniper's. 

"Hm, I see you are less of an idiot than I thought, I indeed have my heart set on someone."

"Spook…" Sniper complained at the insult. 

"Do you?" 

The Aussie blushed. 

"Ah, well, uh, kinda, yeah, I-I think."

"You are not sure?" Spy asked. 

"I-I don't know."

"Tell me about it, I am intrigued." Spy rolled on his side and looked up at the Aussie better.

"What d'you want me to say?" 

"Maybe start by describing them." Spy suggested. 

"I doesn't matter what they look like and in fact uh… I don't know how to say this but uh…"

"Just say it, I won't mock you."

"Why wouldn't you?" 

"Because this is clearly something that you feel strongly for. I am sure you are blushing and sweating bullets as we speak and yet you still push this conversation against your fears to be honest with me. I respect that greatly." 

Sniper smiled.

"Thanks. So yeah, in that case uh… I-I don't really know what they look like…"

"You have fallen for a voice? Please don't tell me it's the Administrator…!" Spy jokingly said and both chuckled. He had just wanted for Sniper to ease up a bit. 

"Nah, nah, it's not her. But yeah, the uh… person that I like, I didn't only fall for his voice, although, yeah, it's amazin'. But uhm… It's just because they manage to make stuff that I thought was hard very easy."

"Give me an example please, I don't really understand."

"Ah, yeah, so like, talking for example. I mean you know me, I'm not big on discussions but they make me talk without me feeling that I should shut up because what I'm sayin' is stupid. I actually enjoy talkin' with them, a lot, it-it's crazy…" 

Spy smiled. 

"What about you, what's yer sheila like?" Sniper asked.

"Unlike any other one I have met before."

"Ah, they always make it feel like that, eh?" 

"Non Sniper, I mean it. He is unlike any woman I have met before because he is a man." 

"A man?! You?! You like blokes?!" 

"I do, oui." Spy answered, unfazed. 

"I'd have never thought…!" 

"Neither have I." The Frenchman said with a smile. "But he makes me feel so strongly for him that I cannot possibly believe that it is mere friendly love that I have in my heart for him." 

"Woah, Spook… I didn't know you, uh…"

"Does that change anything to you?" Spy asked. 

"N-no, I mean, you do you, eh…" 

"Try again." 

"What?" 

"I said try again." 

"What's that mean?!" Sniper asked and Spy chuckled. 

"It means that you lie almost painfully badly."

The Aussie rolled his eyes and sighed. 

"Does it change anything to you that I have a man in my heart?" Spy asked again. 

"K-kinda." 

"Sniper…?"

"Alroight, yeah, it does! It changes bloody everythin'!" 

"Why?" 

"Cause…" 

The Aussie sat up and wrapped his arms around his flexed knees. 

"Cause I like a bloke too…" He finally admitted, muttering to himself.

"I see." Spy answered. "Do I have the privilege of knowing him?" 

"Y-yeah. And me, do I know who you fancy?" 

"Oui." 

"Ah, ok." 

Silence fell. 

"Sniper?"

"Hm?"

"Never have I seen you that nervous before. You are trembling next to me and I can almost hear your heartbeat from here." 

And those words didn't help the Aussie who buried his head against his thighs. Spy sat up and poured some more water in his friend's glass. 

"Here, take this and relax." 

Sniper raised his head just enough to see a glass hovering next to his head. He took it and drank to clear his throat that he felt had gone dry. 

"You know, as much as I enjoy teasing you, I do respect you, Sniper. You should not feel as if I was judging your every word because in truth, I am not. I am merely providing an ear to a friend who needs it." 

Spy pushed the pillow back to his friend and when Sniper finished drinking, he took the glass away from him and pushed him to lie down.

"Thanks, Spy."

"I will not force you to tell me more about the man who keeps you up at night, but I can tell you about mine if you want."

"Yeah."

Spy looked down at the Aussie and smiled. He lied on his side and propped his head on his hand as he looked into Sniper's eyes. 

"The man I love, he has no idea that I could feel a shred of anything for him. He maybe even doubts that I can truly love. I wish I could tell him and he could believe me."

"What would you say?" Sniper asked. "It's crazy hard to say things like that, Spook."

"I know. But if I had the courage, I would be honest with him. I would tell him that he is the reason why I wake up a bit earlier in the morning, if it means that those few more minutes, I can enjoy the sight of him. I would tell him that he keeps me up at night, in the intimacy of my thoughts, before I close my eyes and lose my grip to reality."

Spy's eyes never left Sniper's as if he could see on his pupils the picture of the man his heart was beating for. 

"I would tell him that dreaming of him is the most exquisite torture, because it makes me spend more time with him when I normally wouldn't, saying words and doing things that I am in fact way too cowardly to do in the conscious world."

Spy chuckled. 

"How many times have I told him that I loved him in my dreams? Everytime I see him. How many times have I told him that I loved him in real life? Never. How many times have I dreamt of feeling his arms around me, sharing a surreal embrace? And how many times have I been brave enough to feel his touch on me, his hands, his lips…?"

The Frenchman sighed and looked down at the space between him and his friend. 

"I wish I could mean love as well as I can fake it."

"What do you mean?" Sniper asked, finally gathering the strength to speak after his friend's powerfully earnest speech. 

"With those two women earlier, I couldn't care less about them, and yet if I wanted, I could have got them both to follow me to the moon and back. And I am not saying this out of arrogance."

"I know. You sound… different, now." 

"How so?" Spy asked. 

"I can feel it. Y-you're bein' very serious. I wish the bloke I like could like me the way you describe it."

"Pff…" Spy chuckled and Sniper realised that he was in fact mocking himself for some reason. "Well…" 

The Aussie thought there was something else in that sentence, but it never came out. 

"It is the most cruel and yet the most beautiful thing too, non? Falling in love with someone and them not feeling the same for you."

"You sure he doesn't?" Sniper asked. "I mean I say that you're arrogant all the time but clearly some people out there don't mind it, or even like it. And you got your way with people."

"I can fake it very well, oui. I can play this wild comedy where I go around and seduce anyone, but not with him. I treasure what little friendship I have with him too much to risk it." 

"Ah, well, same." 

"Really?"

"Yeah but… I mean I'm not good with words and people. I'm not good with words for people either and I'm a disaster when it comes to talkin' about my feelings."

"You haven't done too bad so far." Spy said. 

"Yeah, well, it's a miracle I'm not trippin' over my words and stutterin' like an idiot."

Sniper sighed before resuming his speech. 

"I do understand though and I feel the same. He's a friend, the bloke I like, or at least I hope he sees me like that and uh… I don't want to risk telling him the truth and losing my only friend. In any case, I'm way too shy to confess so I'll just stay in my place and wait."

"For what?" Spy asked. 

"I don't know. But I can't tell him, I can't show him and maybe it's better that way, eh. Better have a friend for sure than maybe something more or nothing at all."

"Is it though?"

Sniper raised his eyes to look at his friend's. 

"I understand what you mean obviously as I am doing the same thing but, sometimes I have this rush of madness and this voice inside of me that screams that I should tell him. Oui! Tell him! How hard can it be? It's only a few words…!"

"But?" Sniper anticipated. 

"But if I were to lose him, I would lose so much. It is the fear of losing what little I share with him that holds me back and…"

Sniper watched as his overconfident friend was again censoring himself.

"And?" He asked, almost whispering.

"And makes me a coward." Spy said. "Again and again, day after day. A coward and a liar. Oui, I know I am a spy and I lie all the time, oui, that is part of my job and I am paid for that. But I am only paid to lie to the people on the opposite team, not to him. And I hate having to lie to him."

Sniper could almost solidly grasp the distress in his friend's voice. He sat up and pushed the pillow towards Spy. 

"Non." 

Spy pushed the pillow back. 

"I… I cannot continue like this, I will find a way to go back to the base." The Frenchman said and turned back to get down to the ground.

"What?!" Sniper asked. 

"Forgive me for my being impolite but I can't continue, not like this." 

Sniper frowned and leapt back to grasp his friend by his arm and hold him back.

"Hey…" 

Spy turned to look at him. 

"What?" 

"We can talk about somethin' else, we-we can do somethin' else but please, Spy, stay… And how the hell are you gonna make it back to the base anyway? Anyone you could ask for a ride now is more drunk than we've been, combined!"

Spy sighed. 

"Don't hold me back like this, please." 

Sniper opened wide eyes as his friend looked away. Spy's voice sounded so different, so emotional, that it seemed it didn't belong to the masked backstabber Sniper knew.

"It only hurts more." 

The Aussie would have let go of anyone else, but not Spy. 

"No." 

The Frenchman's eyes darted back to Sniper's in a flash. 

"It's not safe out there." The Aussie said. 

"Need I remind you that I am a mercenary and I am armed?"

"Doesn't matter." Sniper tightened his grip on Spy's arm. "I'm not lettin' you go away and risk it."

"Why do you have to make it so difficult? As if I needed it to be harder!" Spy tried to push Sniper's hand away but to no avail. He sighed. 

"Sniper I cannot sit next to you longer."

"Why?" 

"Because-! Ugh, nevermind… I will stay." 

Spy sat next to his friend again but the silence hurt them both. The Frenchman felt guilty for causing such a nice moment to break, and Sniper felt awkward for not knowing how to deal with it. 

"Spy-"

"Sniper-"

They had both talked at the same time. 

"Go ahead, Spook."

"Non, please, after you."

"I don't even know what I wanna say."

"So why did you-?"

"I don't know…"

Silence fell again. 

"So yeah, go ahead, Spook."

"I do apologise for making this awkward." 

"Bah, I'm not helpin' either, am I?" 

Spy looked at his friend and seeing his smile chased away the sadness in his heart. 

"Non, you are not."

"Pfff…" 

They both chuckled. 

"The truth is," Spy said. "That I felt the urge to tell him the truth."

"What?"

"It was a fleeting moment of utter madness but I thought for a second that I could tell the man I love the truth. So I decided to go." 

"Oh, sorry, go ahead and tell him, Spook, I-uh, well, I'd have driven you there myself but I still can't." 

"Non, you misunderstood me."

Sniper raised his eyes and when he heard Spy gulp down hard, his eyebrow twitched. Something was wrong. 

"I did not want to go to him to tell him. I wanted to go away from him to stop myself before I told him the truth and ruin it all but…"

Spy's eyes lowered down. He was looking for his words as if the wrong one would fall on his neck like a guillotine and end him. 

"But he… He held me back." 

Sniper frowned. 

"What d'you mean Spook? I-I've lost you there." 

"Sniper, the man I love, I wanted to run away from him but he just held me back." 

"When the hell did that happen?!" 

"Just a second ago. He… Sniper…" 

"Spook, you're way more drunk that I thought…"

"Non, you idiot, why don't you understand me!" 

"Cause you're bloody confusin'!" 

"Pay attention, Bushman!"

"I am, you wanker! Just tell me very simply!" 

"Ugh, you want simple?! Is that really what you want?! Really?!" 

"Yeah! Make it clear and simple, bloody hell, how hard can it be?!" 

"Well, just about as hard as saying I love you!" 

"Yeah, well at least you're not sayin' I love you!"

"I just did!" Spy's voice jumped an octave.

"Yeah but what did you wanna run away for?!"

"I've just told you, you imbécile!"

"No, ya haven't!" 

"Do you ever, in your life, pay attention to what people say to you?!" Spy furiously asked.

"I bloody am! What is it?!"

"I love you!"

Sniper stopped sharp and blinked repeatedly, his eyelashes fluttering as the words hit his head. 

"What…?! Quit messin' about!" 

"I am not! Ugh…" Spy sighed, annoyed. 

Both took a second to let the sound of their voice ripple away from them and diffuse in the air.

"What's the matter?" Sniper asked gently. 

"The man I love."

"Yeah?" 

"It's you, Sniper."

"It… It can't be true, surely you're lyin'."

"See? This is exactly what I told you I feared, that even if I told him, he wouldn't believe me. And why is it so hard for you to accept this? I am not asking that you love me back, I just want you to believe me when I say it."

"Because… I uh… Well…" 

Spy raised his eyes to his friend. 

"At this point, Sniper, just say it. It can't be harder than me confessing my feelings to you."

"Well…"

"Well what?" 

"I uh… I kinda… Ahem… me too." 

"You too what?" Spy asked. "My turn to ask you to be clear."

"The bloke I love…"

"Oui, what about him?" Spy asked impatiently, or jealously, maybe even both, Sniper couldn't tell. 

"I also… Dream about him. In my dreams, he loves me too and uh… the reason why I don't know what he looks like is because…"

"You can't see his face clearly in your dreams?" 

"Yeah but… Even in real life, he always hides his face b-but I've seen his eyes and…"

Sniper looked away. He couldn't withstand Spy's eyes on him. 

"He has gorgeous eyes, very light blue and… Spy, the lips that you have…! Huh-fuck?!"

Sniper smacked his own hand on his mouth and closed his eyes. 

"Sniper, did you just say…?"

"Bugger… Well I guess I can't make it clearer now, can I?" 

Silence fell and Sniper slowly turned his head to face the man his heart had been secretly beating for. 

"Non, but you can test it…" 

Sniper's eyes fell on Spy's lips and his own parted. He shyly bent a bit on his side and Spy did the same, his fair eyes seeing that what the Aussie wanted, he wanted it too.

Their lips met. 

Under the booms of the distant concert and the one of the proximity of their racing hearts. 

They laced theirs arms and their hands as they both fulfilled a dream that they were adamant would only remain a dream.

Non, nah. Their hearts were louder that the festival's speakers.

"I love you…" Sniper whispered as he pushed Spy to lie down, between two kisses. 

"I love you too…" He heard the French accent sing back. 

And no one slept on the bed in the van. They both remained on the rooftop, Sniper lying on the pillow and Spy using his shoulder like one, as he peppered kissed on his tall lover's neck. 

"Je t'aime." 

[I love you.]

He whispered and Sniper smiled.

"I never thought I'd hear you say it in real life." 

"Have you heard it in your dreams before?" Spy asked. 

"Yeah."

"In French?" 

"Oui, mon amour."

[Yes, my love.]

The accent was off but Sniper's words hit Spy seriously as he clenched his grasp on his lover's chest and he slid a leg between his. Sniper bit his lip. Hearing Spy moaning on him was something he hadn't dreamed about before it really happened.

[moonnightyoongi]

yours | mark

love me like im never gonna leave, love me like im yours

word count: 2k

genre: angst (mainly), fluff, swearing (tehe)

a/n: just can’t stop thinkin of mark

based off the song yours | alina baraz

It had happened more than once, in fact you were definitely somewhere in the double digits but you couldn’t stop. Everything about him was intoxicating, the way he looked at you and the way he smiled at you, the smirk he had on his face when he would open the door to you - it was cocky and even though you hated it nothing could make you turn around and go back home. His voice was smooth and no matter what you asked him he never stuttered, there was a simple answer to everything. 

Except one question.

“What is this?”

You had asked him one night and you swear every single bit of colour he had in his body drained and he was left with his mouth open, small stutters coming out. You looked at him and realised what it was and what it always would be… sex. There was no hope of anything progressing past it so you simply shut your feelings off and continued to fuck him.

“Are you leaving?” He asks as you rolled out of the bed.

“Of course,” you reply searching for your dress, “I gotta get back to the wedding.”

“You already left, why do you need to go back?”

“Because my sister is so drunk she won’t remember giving me the go ahead to leave. Besides I have four missed calls from my mum and I don’t think using the excuse that I’m looking at her and waving is going to work at 1am.”

“Just stay here.”

“Why would I do that? I got a room in a 5 star hotel and a massage booked in the morning,” you frown.

“I want you to stay,” he says.

“Well I want a 5 star hotel room and a massage,” you fire back. His smile falls for a second before he looks out the window.

“Can I come with you?” He asks.

“I specifically remember you saying you never want to meet a family member or be my date to my sisters wedding,” you reply.

“I don’t, I wanna have sex in a 5 star hotel room,” he smirks. You look at him and roll your eyes, he was always so good at getting what he wanted out of you, you would move heaven and earth for him if he asked.

“Get dressed,” you sigh.

“Shall I put on my best trench coat?” He jokes.

“It’s cold, you won’t have a penis left if you do.”

He falls silent and looks at you, blinking harshly, “You’re so crude sometimes.”

“Oh sorry, do you not like hearing about how your penis will shrivel up from the cold temperature?”

He laughs, “Sweatpants it is.””

“Jeans, it’s a 5 star hotel Mark. You can’t stroll in wearing sweatpants.”

“Oh, its the brush your hair before going down to breakfast kinda vibe?” He asks.

“Brush your teeth too,” you reply.

“Can’t have orange juice then.”

“It’s the price you pay to not be judged by Gary, 55, on a business trip.”

“Where do you get these names from?” He asks laughing and throwing on a clean t-shirt.

“They just come to me,” you reply, “Zip up my dress.”

“It’s a very pretty dress,” he says walking over to you, “Floor length gowns suit you.”

“I’m just glad she let me get a navy dress and not that God awful pink dress,” you tell him. You shudder at the thought of the dress, it was a bright pink that made your eyes sore, even the thought of it irritated your eyes again. Of course, it nearly was the dress you had to wear because the meter of the groom thought you looked absolutely delightful ‘like a strawberry cheesecake’. Last time you checked you weren’t a fucking dessert. 

Mark’s hand touched the bottom of your back as you moved your hair out the way to avoid it getting caught in the zipper (again). His touch was soft, like he was afraid he would break you (or the zipper). Zipping it up slowly, he paused halfway through - letting out a sigh.

“Ah yes, do take your time Mark, there’s only a 55 year old woman waiting to chop my balls off,” you say. He lets out a laugh and you feel his breath on your shoulders causing you to shiver, even his light touch was enough to drive you mad. All you wanted was him to be yours.

“Done,” he says obviously coming out of his trance and finishing your zipper quickly.

“Let’s go,” you tell him, “Uber’s nearly here.”

<—>

She was like a dog to a bone, as soon as the Uber pulled up in front of the hotel she was rushing down the stairs ready to pounce on you. Until she saw Mark get out of the car with you.

“Who is this?” Your mum asks surprised.

“My friend Mark,” you reply with an awkward smile. She stares at him before putting her hand out for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiles.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She snaps looking at you, clearly breaking out of her Mark trance.

“With Mark, he needed me,” you say. It was partly true, he had needed you - just a different kind of need.

“I had locked myself out,” he says, “My roommates are all out and not answering their phones.”

“We tried to get in through an open window but he nearly dropped me,” you lie.

“That’s so you, even when you’re not the one navigating you get lost.”

“What?” You ask confused.

“Who knows, I asked your father to get me vodka and he got me whiskey. It’s my nonsense drink,” she dismisses, “He’s useless, all men are. Your poor sister, her husband is the worst. He tripped over a table cloth today, how could he miss it? The floor is brown and the cloth was fucking white, not to mention there was also a table underneath it.”

“Go to bed mum,” you cut in.

“Is Mark staying with you?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“You know the rules.”

“I can’t leave the door of the room open, anyone could come in.”

“Leave the bathroom door open,” she says turning on her heel.

“Wh-,” Mark begins.

You shake your head and cut him off, “Don’t question it, she’ll start another conversation that’ll last another 10 minutes and I haven’t got it in me to de-code her.”

“Are you the same on whiskey?” Mark asks as you both walk up the steps of the hotel.

“Gin!” Your mother shouts, “Gin is her mumbling drink. On her birthday last year she started to recite the whole script from the film The Bee Movie. I don’t know know where she learnt it, we were always such Shrek people.”

“What is going on?” Mark asks, eyes raised.

“Don’t ask,” you reply, “Where’s your room mum? We’ll walk you.’

“Don’t be silly, there’s your father. FATHER!” She shouts, “Wait he’s not my father, MICK!”

“Who the fuck is Mick?” You ask her, “Dad! Take her, she’s driving me insane.”

You walk her over to him and he smiles weakly, “She’s been watching a lot of shows lately, Mick is one of the characters.”

“You hope,” you smile before walking back over to Mark, “Let’s get to the room quick, she might start reciting Shrek.”

“Donkey!” You hear her shout as you run up the staircase to the floor you were on.

“It’s begun,” you say looking at him. He laughs loudly as you walk down the hallway to the room you would be staying in. 

“Fancy,” he says kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his jeans. He looked around intently while all you could do was stare at him, he looked beautiful even with his messy hair and tired eyes. Part of you was so glad he asked if he could come, you didn’t want to leave him - well, ever.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks snapping you out of your daydream.

“My mum,” you lie.

“She’s really funny.”

“Lucky for you she’s so drunk she won’t remember she met you tomorrow,” you say throwing the room key on the desk.

“I don’t mind if she does,” he says walking into the room.

You smile awkwardly once more and lean against the desk, unsure of what move to make. You normally knew what you were going to do when you saw Mark - but this felt like alien territory. Would you lie next to him? Turn the TV on and watch shitty morning television shows? Or would you simply sleep 2 feet apart?

“Come here,” Mark says putting his hands out for you to take.

“What do you want?” You ask accepting them and letting him pull you towards him.

“What are you really thinking?”

“About what to do.”

“We could just relax and watch TV, order some room service?”

“That sounds really nice,” you smile.

<—>

Less than hour later you both sat on the bed eating ribs and watching some stupid quiz show. Everyone answer you shouted was wrong of course, how did people know these things? How didn’t you know these things? 

Times like this felt nice, it was just you two doing normal things together. It wasn’t some quick hook up then ended with you leaving after it was done and feeling shit as you walked out the door, him not even batting an eyelid at you.

“How do people know these things?” Mark asks.

“That’s what I was thinking,” you reply throwing the rib bone on the plate and sighing, “I ate too much.”

“You don’t need to get back into the dress, you’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be bloated for my massage tomorrow.”

“She’ll deflate you,” he jokes.

“He’ll,” you correct.

“A male massage therapist, lucky you.”

“Hm, he’ll apply more pressure,” you say lying down and rubbing your eyes.

“Can I admit something to you?” He asks.

“You always wanted to be a massage therapist?” You joke.

“No,” he laughs moving to lie down next to you, “I really enjoy your company.”

“I bet you do.”

“No, I mean your company. Like that night we played games and the winner got oral,” he says, “I like doing those things with you.”

“Cause’ you always win and get oral,” you tell him. 

He looks at you seriously before looking down, “Yeah, because I always win.”

You almost didn’t believe him till the smirk reappeared on his face seconds later, “Wanna play a game?”

“Goodnight Mark,” you groan turning over.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he whispers.

You never wanted it to be morning. You wanted to stay in this moment with him. You wanted to feel his body heat next to you forever, you wanted to stay up late doing stupid mundane things with him.

You wanted him to be yours.

masterlist

[kvngjoong]

wooyoung + nsfw a-z

did you know that wooyoung is officially my favourite sub? sorry jisung, you were replaced. wooyoung deserves it. sorry mingi also

A: Aftercare

you’ll be doing the aftercare on him. sure, he’ll make an attempt to check you’re okay but the poor baby just wants you to stroke his hair as he smiles at you with love pouring straight from him. pull a blanket over him and cuddle him. that’s all he wants

B: Body part

wooyoung doesn’t have a favourite of yours. he’s literally into all of you. whilst he’s not a praiser or anything, he looks to you with so much admiration (you’re his queen and his face is your throne, hmm?) that he couldn’t pick just one thing of yours that he liked over the other. as for him, he likes his thighs. not sure why. they don’t really have any relevance to nsfw activities but he does like them

C: Cum

he cums within moderation.. it’s not as much as some others, but he usually is a bit messy with it and covers the sheets anyway. prefers it when he can see it on you/around you. or when it’s on your hands. somehow he likes cumming into your hand but he may never actually admit to that

D: Dirty Secret

he is very careful on keeping this a secret, but wooyoung would really, desperately like to see you with one of his hyungs. he’s not sure where it came from, he doesn’t even know if it’s legitimately a want of his or he’s just got a really vivid dream in his head, but he’d love to see you with one of the other members. he’s not sure if he wants it to be another sub, mingi perhaps, or he wants it to be someone like san so you both get to be sub. he kinda wants to see another guy fuck you senseless so you see how it feels to be sub. does that make him a sadist like you? maybe. san it is then

E: Experience

some - maybe he’s done a few things but not much, if anything. most of it is from researching out of general curiosity and a tendency to be into all things that involve him being topped by someone he loves

F: Favourite Position

when you’re taking him from behind, or when you’re on top and switching between riding his dick and riding his face. would wooyoung honestly know what to do if he was on top? hell no. he would look at you with wide eyes and need you to tell him everything to do. he’s a bottom. let him be bottom so it aligns with the natural order of things

G: Goofy

wooyoung goes into a kind of sub space when you are doing anything nsfw. he has the bratty attitude that he turns on and off like a lightswitch and it means that the last thing on your mind, as well as his, is anything funny. he takes his sub role very seriously - and he expects you to take your position seriously too

H: Hair

he keeps it tidy because he thinks it makes you happy (plus he thinks it looks better too). even if you tell him you don’t care, he’ll still keep it tidy and do a little manscaping here and there in order to make things cleaner. probably shaves every so often, too

I: Intimacy

uhh.. hes intimate but not in the way you may expect? when you guys are playing, he will usually shy away from the whole i love you thing and will instead be more in the place of holy shit suck my dick a little more pls. but when he’s about the cum the first thing he thinks of is you, and when he cuddles up to you straight after the only thing on his mind is you

J: Jack Off

when you’re not around, he’ll do it. even if you ask him not to, tell him not to even, he’ll still do it because he’s a brat and brats just can’t be told no, can they? he’ll take the punishment later, he’d rather think of you doing something nsfw to him instead of biting his lip and clenching his thighs all day

K: Kink

wooyoung’s kinks aren’t complex. he knows what he’s into. he wants to be sub, though can play dom is he needs to (to make you angry and so he can tease you). if it’s not bdsm related then wooyyoung probably isn’t that into it. he likes being tied up (who said shibari?) and he likes it when you spank him for being naughty. he also, surprisingly, likes it when you where pretty underwear and play with yourself in front of him. wouldn’t mind watching you with another guy, too, as long as you go straight back to him after. also a masochist

L: Location

whilst the bedroom is ideal for him, wooyoung understands that isn’t always practical and has decided that he can pretty much do anything, anywhere. from a car to a shower, a bathroom to the changing room, wooyoung is down for it if you are. plus there’s more places for him to get caught, which he secretly enjoys more than he lets on

M: Motivation

Usually, it’s something you’re wearing. Wooyoung is a good boy and he’ll sit with his hands in his lap, teeth pulled between his lips, as he waits for you to show him what you bought. You tell him he can look but he can’t touch, though usually he does end up touching you and you’ll punish him for it. Otherwise he’s just been needy during the day and can’t keep away from you, and he’s particularly clingy in the hopes you’ll see he’s a good boy and give him some relief

N: NO

whilst wooyoung is into a lot of things, he doesn’t like cock rings. he adamantly refuses them each time you bring them up, to the point where you no longer use them and stick to other things instead. they hurt him a bit too much for him to handle, much more than he can handle with, say, a flogger or whip

O: Oral

he really likes it when you reward him with both giving and receiving. sometimes he will be clingy with his hands on your arm the whole day, following you around like a lost puppy, as he whispers to you that he really wants you to suck him off. other times he’ll like it when you sit on his face and he has the opportunity to show you how good he can be to you too - since sometimes he feels like he barely does any giving whatsoever

P: Pace

you control the pace for him, obviously, but he likes it when you fuck him hard and fast. masochist wooyoung enjoys the ache, especially if it’s enough to leave him sore when he dances (and he’ll gush to you about how everyone asked him why he was struggling to do a particular move)

Q: Quickie

doesn’t really happy, not unless he’s adamant about it which isn’t usually. only if something has been on his mind for a while or it’s little teaser for later. that’s often the reason for quickies - if you’re trying to tease him for later and leave him with a boner that causes his problems all during the day

R: Risk

he gets pretty shy when you do anything in public, though he will admit it kinda turns him on.. he’s not sure why, but he really does like the thought of someone catching and him doing something private. he’s into the thrill of what might happen next. depending on your views, he may encourage you to do things in public too

S: Stamina

he can go for a while, but the poor boy doesn’t take long to cum. which is probably the reason he can go so many rounds. his record? he’s cum 5 times in an hour and a half. that’s impressive for him. he’s so sensitive that it’s impossible for him to resist cumming when it comes to you - even if he does get punished for it later

T: Toy

he likes them, a lot. he has his own little collection of favourites that he’ll have for your disposal, if you don’t have your own of course. his favourites are a strap on and a butt plug that vibrates, especially the latter since its one of the first things he ever bought for himself. his eyes will practically light up when you either introduce him to a new toy, or offer to use one on him

U: Unfair

tease is wooyoung’s middle name. he knows how to push your buttons and uses it in his favour - even if it just gets him punished in the end. since he’s a bit of a masochist, he will be happy to accept whatever you throw at him, even if he’s dry cumming into your hand multiple times

V: Volume

he doesn’t give a shit about someone hearing him. he’ll scream until his pretty little throat is sore. he’ll make sure you know how much he loves what you’re doing, and your neighbours know it too. rip to anyone you wanted to have a good impression of you, they now know that your boyfriend subs and he gets so into what he’s doing that he cries and he whines louder than their headphones can cover up

W: Wild Card

one day you came home to find wooyoung sitting on your bed, patiently waiting for you to come home. he has a box in his hand, and he encourages you to open it with a wide smile on his face. it’s then that you realise there’s more to it. when you see the black leather flogger, you realise that wooyoung is probably a bigger saddist than you though - not that you didn’t enjoy using it on him later. though it’s likely he enjoyed it more than you anyway

X: X-Ray

on the smaller side, but it’s enough to work with. probably helps that he’s a sub because his size suits his character

Y: Yearning

he’s needy, but in so many different ways that it’s usually safe to assume that wooyoung probably does want you to touch his dick or something. whilst he is needy, it’s not overbearing and he can deal with things if he needs to. so don’t worry, he’s not going to always be calling you because he needs you. just know that he probably is touching himself thinking of you, if you’re not doing it instead

Z: ZZZ

wooyoung has a habit of laying his head on your chest or your stomach, curling up against you and shutting his eyes and accidentally falling asleep. he’s usually worn out from so much you’ve put him through that it’s best to let him sleep. if you don’t, then you’re not gonna be able to have your fun with him the next morning and he’ll be pouty all day because he’s tired (which is cute but… he’s also kinda annoying when he’s tired)

[pxrxmoore]

ohhhh anna’s lil tag game is very cute i love these questions! thank u @ashtcnirwin 🥰

feel free to answer all of them or just some of them or just ignore this all together, whatever you’re comfortable with, and then tag however many people you want!

1. what was your first encounter with fanfiction? asjdfk god it was atl fic on livejournal and mibba in like 2010 maybe?? idek but it was all slash fic like had literally not heard of reader insert until i joined the sos fam properly in 2018. also don’t remember what my reaction to it was?? reading slash fic has been so normal for me for like 10 yrs i dont know how the fcuk it started 😂 this was before i got tumblr but i used to keep up to date with some of the bigger atl blogs like it was the morning news or sumat and like 90% of them wrote amazing fic so 🤷‍♀️

2. your favourite creation of your own of all time if you create stuff (feel free to link it)?

3. what vibe are you going for with your home decor (or what vibe do you wanna go for one day, if you don’t have your own place atm)? oh man, unfortunately i dont have my own place right now, but my room is full of plants and i also just spent half an hour looking at witchy occult cat figurines on amazon sooooo ig those are my vibes rn 😌 but i feel like it changes all the time tbh

4. first fandom you ever joined? what was it like? on what platform did it happen? paramore was the first band i was a massive fan of but i didnt rly get into the fandom ig i just was my own lil bubble of pmore. i had a massive kpop phase when i was like 13 and my fave band was UKiss - i joined a forum (cannot remember what it’s called rn) and met a few people thru that! i met this rly sweet girl and we used to message every day and we like designed our own merch ackskrkr so ig that must’ve been my first fandom! i also taught myself basic korean and this is gonna sound Very Weird but instead of like knowing celebs zodiac signs it was rly common to know blood types like it was kind of the same deal apparently ur blood type says a lot about ur personality ajxjkskf so i knew like kpop idols blood types ajsjjfjjcjfjjf ahhhhhh so wild

5. what are your sun, moon and rising signs, and do you think they make sense in relation to how you know yourself? aries sun, leo moon, cancer rising - i am an absolute disgrace of an aries LMAO i do not fit my sun sign in the slightest its the complete opposite of me, leo is kinda similar tbh i feel like its kinda close to aries? so yeah i dont fit those at all. ig i kind of am more cancer bc im emotional as all hell LOL but yeah i never put a lot of thought into my signs for a rly long time bc i always felt they were a completely wrong description of me

6. if you write and/or read fiction (original or fanfiction), do the tropes/plots/character types you typically seek out to read and/or write about reflect something about you as a being or how you see the world? i don’t write but uhhh i usually go for like hurt/comfort which??? ig i could relate to me LMAO how emo 😌 i’m not sure tbh, i deff don’t feel the characters i read reflect anything about me?? tbh i have never rly thought about this thats super interesting.... i feel like i love a good angsty fic but it has to have a happy ending asdksnidfg and im a pretty emo person but like ig im tryna be hopeful in the end?? so maybe?? yeah ig its how i would see the world!

7. what is the hardest obstacle you’ve had to overcome so far in life? holy shit uhhhhhhh man thts a tough one but idk if i wanna think about it in too much detail tbh 😌 ig recently i spoke to a dr about my mental health after years of pretending i wasnt depressed so 🤷‍♀️

8. what is your all time favourite song(s)? brighter by paramore - first song i fell in love with by them and ive been hooked ever since. before i listened to them i only listened to chart music lmfao literally had never listened to anything else and then after listening to paramore i started listening to rock/pop punk music and discovered all the bands that i listen to now!

9. what do you look for in a person you wanna keep in your life, be it a friend or a romantic partner or anything in between? hm ig recently ive realised its gotta be someone who has the same kinds views and values as me (i mean not down to a t but like generally the same kinda views and like respect for others u know) uhh someone i feel comfortable around to act my true chaotic self 😌✌️and also comfortable to know we can both talk about anything with no judgement no matter what it is. but also someone that respects like having seperate lives from each other? like not needing to be in each others pockets and knowing even if it’s been a lil while u can still message and it’s like no time has passed

10. this is a bit of a difficult one, but have you ever had a moment of clarity, a conversation with someone that made you go “oh!”, or anything along those lines? ooh i mean in 2018 i was working an office job in engineering and had a moment of like wow ive always wanted to work in events and especially live music and ive wanted to since i was like 13 and here i am 10 years later still considering that as a potential career path so ig it means something pretty significant and i decided to leave my perm job last year and go temp but then. yeah. this year happened so 🥴🤷‍♀️

i tag: @superbloomirwin @kindahoping4forever @spookydaddycal @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles @reveriesofawriter @mastasof-ravenkroft @rebelwith0utacause @karajaynetoday 💛

[writingsbychlo]

Your Dylan’s girlfriend and the both of you are in quarantine together and he’s watching over his ex’s dogs (I need drama Drabble please)

these are getting long so I’m gonna start putting the ‘keep reading’ bit under them.

You had never had a problem with the dogs before, you loved dogs, you really did. All animals were absolutely adorable, and when you’d gone on dates to walk the dogs together before, you had a blast.

But, you were already irritated and kinda’ snarky and extremely stressed. The world was really overreacting, you were in a two-week self-isolation and now you wanted pasta but could you find any when doing your shopping two days ago? Could you fuck.

You loved all dogs, but these weren’t even yours, and yet your favourite blanket was still ruined by the fur all over it that you couldn't shake off, and the smell of dog was lingering all over the house, being that you couldn't exactly take the little guys for a walk, instead, they had to make do with running around the large garden outside.

You had done your best to hide how you felt, blame it on the quarantine and stress because all in all, you were now getting two weeks of uninterrupted time with your boyfriend where he wouldn't travel, he wouldn't get any calls, and nobody would come knocking at your front door.

The two of you had quite a few activities planned, and you had been very excited to reveal a certain new deep blue lingerie set you had bought a while back and had yet to show him, until someone had come knocking at your door to nights ago.

Someone, being a very pretty whirlwind of golden blonde hair and smiles with two beautiful dogs on a lead and an insistence that they would be happier here because she had a penthouse apartment and here they could have a garden to play in for two weeks.

You weren’t a monster, dogs needed fresh air and grass and you had that, she didn’t.

She’d pressed a kiss to your cheek and squeezed you in a hug and given you all the supplies you might need, as well as a gift bag with a very nice bottle of wine in for the two of you to share, and some things she’d managed to find left in stock that she wanted to gift the two of you.

You could hide it at first, but now it was like the smallest thing seemed to irk you. The smell of the dog food, the wince you got when little claws scraped on hardwood floors and you wondered if they left scratch marks, the way they whined outside the bedroom door to be let in to sleep on the bedroom floor at night, the way the house got cold every time Dylan left the patio doors open so the dogs could run in and out freely.

He had started to notice too, because now when they jumped up on the couch to sit with him, he put them back on the floor with a sad little voice that he tried to hide. He would choose instead to take his coffee and the paper and sit outside with the dogs so he could close the door, and he would seal himself in the kitchen with the door shut when he fed them, and you could hear him talking to them happily in muffled voices as they ate.

The dogs were adorable, and you loved them, and really, you felt awful about all this, but you also felt like Dylan was one more small sigh from you away from starting to sleep on the couch instead of in bed with you.

Now, the water was running for the shower as Dylan hummed to himself happily in the water and you were sitting on the floor before the couch, both of the dogs staring at you with wagging tails and happy faces. 

“Stop staring at me. I’m not rubbing your belly, because then I’ll have to rub both of your bellies, and my hands will smell like dog, because we haven’t washed you yet and you’re all muddy.”

You scowled at the creatures in front of you, but their sweet faces won in seconds and you let out a deep and overdramatic sigh, lifting one of your hands and immediately they both came sniffing at your hand the wagging of their tales only increasing exponentially as you scratched at their ears and petted their heads gently.

“I don’t hate you, you know.”

It was as if the dogs could understand you, one of them letting out a gruff little noise as the other whined a little, giving you a look as if to tell you they didn’t believe you.

“I don’t! I swear it. I think you’re really cute. I just hate what you represent.” 

One took a seat, cropping against you and under your arm with such force that you let out a soft ‘oomf’, but the little lick you got on your neck after a wet nose nuzzled at your skin broke you down a little and you cooed at them, the other climbing into your lap, and taking a seat, staring you in the eyes as you slumped slightly.

“Your momma and daddy were together for like... seven years. You’re their babies, and they have so much love for you. They had so much love for each other that they got you guys, and you kinda’ scare me.” 

You sniffled, the one in your lap leaning forward to sniff at your cheek a single tear fell and you let out a laugh under your breath as the tear was wiped away onto the dog's snout.

“That’s a lot of love to have for someone, and I love you guys, but you’re like a little family and it makes me feel like the unwanted step-mom, because you always get so excited to see Dylan. you must miss him so much.” You were holding the dog in your laps face in your hands as you let your baby-voice come out, making little kissy faces at the animals as you sighed wistfully. “I’m insane. I’m talking to my boyfriend and his exes dogs because they make me feel inadequate and insecure. I’m a fucking loser.”

The one in your lap barked slightly and you let out a laugh, rolling your eyes as the one beside you growled a little at being disturbed from its sleep.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I-” Suddenly, the one before you perked up, looking over your shoulder as Dylan let out a whistle, still pulling his shirt over his head as he wandered into the room and both dogs scampered over to him in a flurry of happy woofs and wagging tails. 

Clearing your throat and wiping your face, you stood up, moving around the room and keeping your head down as you headed toward the corridor. “Where are you going, baby?”

“T’ shower.” You muttered, not daring to let your voice get any higher in case it cracked and you could feel Dylan’s confused stare on you as you retreated.

“You said you didn’t want to shower when I invited you to join me?”

“I changed my mind. I won’t be long and then you can wash the mud from the pups and I’ll make dinner.” He didn’t get a chance to reply, because you had sealed yourself behind a closed door, the lock the two of you never used when you were alone was slid into place and the man sighed as he crouched down, looking at the happy animals before him.

“Oh, what am I gonna’ do, you guys”?

It was two days before Dylan had a chance to voice the conversation he had accidentally overheard between you and the pets he had running around his home. He’d been on a video call running a script for almost six hours when he finally got to leave it, and due to the timezone difference between everyone, it had ended up being very late. He’d expected that you would have gone to bed, so when he wandered down the hall to see you lying on your back and staring at the TV with a blank look on your face, one dog under your arm and another on your chest, he’d been rather surprised.

Snapping a few pics on his phone, he made his presence known, and you’d turned to face him, giving him a small smile as he made his way around the sofa, scooping up the dog that had been lying on top of you into his arms and making faces at the animal lovingly as he sat down, lifting your feet into his lap as the dog snuggled halfway between his legs and yours.

“It’s nice to see you with my dogs, you know.” 

You swallowed thickly under his gaze, eyes flicking to him for a second before trying to refocus on the program you hadn’t really been watching in the first place. “They’re not so bad.”

“They meant a lot to me when I got them, all those years ago.” You bit down on your lip, humming absentmindedly and mumbling an unenthusiastic ‘I bet’, and Dylan huffed, turning off the TV so that you were forced to really pay attention to him right now. “They meant I was growing up. In a ‘holy shit, I’m going to actually own a pet’ kind of way. Britt just happened to be who I was with at the time. I pictured the present with her, I pictured dogs, and Teen Wolf, and Mets games. I love my dogs.”

“I’m happy for you, Dylan.”

“I don’t picture that stuff with you.” Your jaw dropped at his words, but you pulled yourself together, nodding as you dragged your gaze to the sleeping animal before you, reaching out to scratch behind his ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, sniffing quietly. “Shit, baby, are you crying? Why are you cr- oh, God, I just realised how that sounded, I’m not breaking up with you!”

“Kinda’ sounds like a breakup, Dyl.”

He panicked, lifting the pup from his lap and placing him on the couch as he came to kneel on the floor beside your head, pushing hair back from your face and cooing at you to open your eyes. “When I was with Britt I picture the present, where a dog was the biggest of my commitments, and I lived on the go and my biggest thrill in life was having time to catch a baseball match.”

“Dylan..”

“With you, I picture the future. I picture the little feet scampering about on the floor being those of beautiful babies we made together. We own a house, and I have a real home to come back to and the biggest thrill in my life is knowing I get to come home and see you, no matter where I go or what I’m doing. Whether we’re going to watch the Mets play or whether we’re going to order pizza and take a bath. You’re my future, do you understand that? I want commitments and babies and marriage and everything that comes with a future with you.”

You gaped at him for a moment, fresh tears still spilling down your cheeks as he wiped them away with his thumbs, a soft smile on his face as you huffed out a sigh at him, sniffing happily and nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I want all of that with you, Dylan. I want commitments and babies and marriage and everything that comes with a future with you, too.” You pouted, and he grinned, leaning forward to place a long and delicate kiss to your lips. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You whispered the words against his lips, and he sighed happily against your mouth, capturing you in a deep kiss once again. “You can let the dogs sleep on the bed tonight.”

“God, you really have no idea how perfect you are to me.”