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babbushka · 3 years

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Good morning from rainy old England again! 💙 First of all, I’m so excited for all the up coming pieces of work that are going to come from your sweet Husbands birthday session! Thank you so much for doing this for us 💙🥰 You’ve given us work like this before; but what would happen if one day Flip came home after a bad day of work and just needed some love from his wife? Nothing crazy, maybe just her asking if he needs and hug and him swan diving into her arms or something? Doesn’t have to be heavy or angsty, just our sweet old Mr and Mrs Zimmerman showing each other some love 🥺

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for sending this is! I hope you enjoy the fluff :)

1k, cw: mention of baby zimmerman, mostly just flip being a grouch lol

You smell him, before you see him. The moment he opens the door, an unfamiliar waft of tobacco hits your nose, and for a split second, you panic that it might not be your husband at all, until you hear the familiar curse under his breath as he drops his keys, and you smile.

“Honey? I’m home.” Flip calls from the foyer in the way that he does every day when he arrives at a decent hour, but even still, right away you can sense something’s off.

And you’re right, because as you round the corner to greet your lumberjack, he looks more surly than usual. He’s got a scowl set deep into his forehead, his lips tugged down into a firm frown. With a soft smile, you extend a hand for him and he takes it happily, lets himself be tugged into the kitchen where something hot and fresh is waiting for him.

“Rough day?” You ask even though you know the answer is yes, “You look like you’re going to kill something.”

“I fuckin’ feel like I want to.” Flip groans a little, sees his son sitting happily in his high chair playing with cheerios on the little tray in front of him, and gets over himself. “Just a lot of bullshit, one stupid fuckin’ thing after another.”

Picking the baby up, the boy’s bright eyes crinkle at the corners when he bursts into happy giggles, the kind that Flip’s never sure whether or not the baby is making fun of him, or just glad to see him. You always tease that it’s both, but either way, he smooches the boy right on his dimples in greeting, and sets him back down on his chair.

“Want to tell me about it?” You watch the interaction fondly from the fridge where you hand him a beer, one that he takes gratefully.

Flip wasn’t much of a talker around other people, he was observant more than anything, preferred to sit and watch from the sidelines, absorbing information like a sponge. It’s what made him such a great detective – he was stoic, and composed, and more or less a fly on the wall.

Except for when he’s just around you, in which case you’d be hard pressed to get him to shut up.

“Well first of fuckin’ all, someone parked in my goddamn spot. I’ve had the same parking spot for seven years at this fuckin’ station and someone decided to park there. New kid, Jones? Rookie didn’t know any better so I let it go. But then, the guy used my mug – you know the one I keep in the rec room? So now the kid’s officially on my shit list.”

Flip rambles on and on, listing off the things that he can remember in the moment.

“I had a meeting with Trapp where he basically told me and Ron we’ve got to push harder with the case because the FBI is going to get involved which is always such a fucking pain in the ass and we need to finish our work before they take over and have jurisdiction. And on top of all of that, I’m out of fuckin’ cigarettes at the office.”

“Oh shit, why didn’t you call me I would’ve brought you some.” Eyes widening, you feel for him. You knew Flip has been a smoker since he was thirteen and had no plans to start quitting anytime soon, and you also knew how big of a bitch he could be when he has to go without them.

Flip scrubs a hand over his face and shrugs, “I didn’t want to bother you, I bummed a couple off of Jimmy but he smokes Marlboro and you know how much I fuckin’ hate Marlboro.”

“I did think you smelled off.” You tease then, wanting to try and get him in a lighter mood. “I got worried for a sec, thought you might be sneakin’ off to another woman.”

“As if you’re not too much to handle as it is!” Flip scoffs, before rounding the kitchen table and pulling you into a tight hug, attacking your throat with bites that have you squirming out of his grip with a grin.

“Bullshit, you like that I’m high maintenance.” You wink at him, dancing just out of his reach, making him hunt after you, long legs making that job easier.

“Yeah I do.” He catches you, eyes flicking down to your lips.

You get the hint, and loop your arms over his strong shoulders, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting and twirling it between your fingers as he calms down, asking, “Kiss me a little?”

Flip hopes that his son is still working on those cheerios as he tips your chin up and captures your mouth with his. Almost at once you can feel the tension slip out of his body, he sighs out a long held breath of relief, finally back in your arms. It really was the best place for him to be, for everyone’s sake.

As your tongues slide against one another, eyes closed, lashes brushing against your cheek as your noses bump together, somewhere in the back of your mind you feel bad for Flip’s coworkers – you can only imagine the state he had been in all day.

“Next time call me, I’ll bring you smokes.” You pat at his chest when the kiss ends, and Flip nods appreciatively.

“God what the fuck would I do without you?” Flip asks dreamily, pinching at your ass as you step away from him.

Flip follows you, because Flip doesn’t really do much else when he’s home other than follow you around and bug you all day long.

“Die probably.” You throw over your shoulder as you check to make sure the baby is okay.

“Yeah, probably.” He agrees with a knowing nod, which makes you laugh, which in turn makes the baby laughs, and Flip can’t help but think how fuckin’ glad he is to be home.

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I am once again taggin' some flip lovin' friends lol @mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @hswritingrecs @han68000 @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @glassbxttless @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman/reader #adam driver fanfic #adcu #flip zimmerman/you #flip zimmerman imagine #blackkklansman #flip zimmerman birthday bonanza

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chickenooodlehope · 3 years

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challenge: 30 questions tag game 💛💛 tagged by lovely sharika @rosebowl 💛💛

answers under the cut because i finally figured out how to do that akjdjakj

1. name/nickname: I don’t really have one! a few people call me alli, but that’s really only family and a few early childhood friends. it makes me fond when they use it but it’s funny to think of most people saying anything other than just allison lol 2. star sign: capricorn 🤠 3. height: 5’3” and a bit 4. birthday: december 26 — yes it’s the day after christmas and yes they get lumped together but also no i don’t hate christmas, i love that cheesy holiday shit!! 5. favorite band: LOL in a shocking twist of fate… it’s bts!!! but also i’m forever obsessed with the national 😬 6. time: 2:22pm!! 7. favorite solo artist: oof maybe sza?? or phoebe bridgers?? i love them both very much 8. song stuck in your head: “0x1=lovesong” by txt (i might finally be getting into them???) 9. last movie you watched: i haven’t watched a movie in a million years, sorry!!! i’m just a tv show person 10. free space: uhhhhhhh besties how are we feeling after all of the vlives they’ve been dropping?? i am personally…… overwhelmed 🙃 11. last show: “doom at your service” 😭😭😭 this is my starter k-drama, per helena/bibillyhillsbaby, and i’m having Lots of Feelings 12: when i created this blog: last november! 13. what i post: ……..thots. mostly about jung hoseok & his cute booty :) 14. last thing i googled: lol the english translation to “into: what am i to you?” because it’s also stuck in my head 15. other blogs: my main, @shelikesperfume 💛 16. do i get asks? only from my cute ass mutuals 17. why i chose my url? because i am a victim of hazel-contacts-taehyung 😫 18. following: 368 19. followers: some! 20. average hours of sleep: i prefer 8+ but sometimes that doesn’t happen and i get cranky :) 21. lucky number: lol uhh no they aren’t 22. instruments: my beautiful voice (for the record…. this is a joke- i cannot sing or play an instrument akzjsjskksk) 23. what am i wearing? bike shorts, a tshirt that says “the sun machine” (which is ironic because i have a terrible sunburn rn), and several blankets 24. dream job: uh i think i would just like to quote sharika: “i do not dream of labor.” i used to want to be a journalist but honestly idk at this point 25. favorite food: MANGOS 26. tea or coffee? coffeeeeee, the stronger the better 27. nationality: american (derogatory) 28. favorite song: this is so hard but i always end up saying “lemonworld” by the national. it gives me the same feeling as listening to “blue side (outro),” which is definitely tied as my other fav at this point 💙 29. last book i read: lmao i’m in the middle of “the bookshop of second chances” by jackie fraser (woman leaves her husband, inherits a large estate in scotland, finds romance there, etc etc) 30. top three fictional universes i would like to live in: lmao my first thought was VACATION, does that count?? but no hmm, i love the show “sex education” on netflix- if i could live in gillian anderson’s house in that show, that’d be rad. or if brandi carlile wanted to invite me to live on her commune, that’d be fine too 🤠

taggin my loves @bibillyhillsbaby @fakelovedotmp3 @blueandtaes @dinamitae @yoongisbengaliwife @taejinnies @jinbestboy @vantehobi @ccypher3 @ftyoongi @gimbapchefs @bel-baby @hellojeongkook @flowerkth @trustingofwinds (optional as always!!)

#hiya :) someone stop me before i tag all of my moots ahhh #again ofc no pressure to do this!! i just love seeing what everyone’s reading/watching/listening to at the mo #💕💕#ps if you tagged me in something last week HELLO ILY and i’m slowly catching back up after a lil social media/vacation break <3 #tag games #moots #long post

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mydearesthrry · 4 years

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upcoming wips ♡︎

hey kids!! welcome! so here is a list of wips :) no specific dates oops

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - peter parker

warnings: ANGST. many people can vouch for it! @ ari

LINE FROM THE FIC: peter parker was always there for you. he was everything to you. peter could always pinpoint what was wrong with you at all times. he was your rock for years, and for the longest time, you always thought there was something there. but peter parker on the other hand, did not.

𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 - tom holland

warnings: suggestive content, fluff!!

LINE FROM THE FIC: tom looked at you and smirked, the music from the jazz band playing softly. "this dance, my love?" he asked, offering his hand to you. you gladly took it, your red bottoms clicking as you walked toward the dance floor. he grasped your fabric covered waist, holding you close, swaying with you in his arms as he hummed to the soft music playing. "i adore you, darling."

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 - peter parker

warnings: fluff!

LINE FROM THE FIC: now on peters end, when he was 15, he had just gotten bitten by a radioactive spider giving him superhuman abilities. when he became a “superhero”, he always saw himself on the news and eventually became curious. over quarantine, he decided to go on google and search up his 'superhero' name, which led him to the social media site, tumblr.

𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 - tom holland

warnings: champagne without the cham lol

LINE FROM THE FIC: he always listened to his mother, his father, was always at his brothers’ beck and call, and never said anything. since he was so popular from an early age, people would often critique his every move, answering shit that he never even asked. but it always felt like a game of rapid fire. he could never get a break.

taggin moots to get y'all excited!!!!!! @ariistotles @kelieah @theamazingtomholland @musicalkeys @peterspideysstuff @petersholland

#shit yall im hella nervous #UPCOMING WIPS #oh wow what a commitment oops #peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker masterlist #tom holland masterlist #tom holland

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marqmywordsx · 3 years

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🔳“Commandment Number 1- Shut the hell up” 🔳

Welcome to the Rules page. Please make sure to read over them before interacting. 💛

CHATTIN’

asks, comments, and follow backs will come from my main @/mindninjax.

1. You MUST be 18+ To interact with me. I will be checking blogs that send in asks. Some signification of you being an adult must be present or I will not respond.

2. I’m aware of how people feel about dark content. You’re allowed to have your opinions but I kindly ask for you not to come into my ask box and harass me with unkind words. Any of that shit will be handled accordingly (i.e. not nicely)

3. I’m black if you’re racist, fuck off.

4. If you’re homophobic, sexist, ableist, any of that shit—FUCK OFF.

5. If you’re kind to me, I will be kind to you. If you respect me I will respect you.

TAGGIN’

I am super super new to writing dark content and I’m gonna do my absolute best to make sure everything is tagged properly with warnings. That being said if ANYTHING is tagged incorrectly please let me know and I will fix immediately. I tag triggers like so.

“Tw: dubcon”

Some tags to look out for:

🌻.[character name]- content about this character

🌻.[marq declares]- just me talking.

☀️.moots- interaction with mutuals

🌸.marq answers- answering asks

🌻.[fic title]- all talk about the fic.

🌻. fic recs- fics I’ve read and recommend

WRITIN’

1. Please don’t repost my work anywhere or share it on tiktok.

2. This blog doesn’t take requests but I love chatting and thirsting so please feel free to hop in my inbox.

3. Although I’m starting this writing process I’m still a bit uncomfortable with a few topics so please be aware of them listed below.

Topics I won’t write

Incest

*More to be added as I explore I hope y’all understand*

I hope you all enjoy going on this little journey with me and thanks for being here. 💛

#🌻.rules

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jjba-hell · 4 years

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Remember the Time...

Ah, a reader-insert? On my blog? It’s more likely than you think...

Definitely a difficult piece for me so it ended up a post-mission, hurt/comfort kinda thing.

A bit more mild with the trigger warnings: alcohol abuse, blood, kinda gory, at home medical procedure, some suggestive conversation, prostitution (mention but not expanded on- yeah I know I should probably get some better mafia entry but I think things might lighten up a bit more in the upcoming pieces) ANGST

We taggin’ @a-nonnie-mousse cuz I know they LOVE this mans (tho I don’t blame ya) Also to @lasquadraweek2020 and @giogio-gucci-gangstar cuz I need to interact more with my mutuals.

Reader is GN! 2,2K words, good luck

You pushed past the entrance to the squad base with a groan. You were actually just after the medical kit Risotto kept in his office so you figured it would be empty but instead Illuso sat like a lazy cat in front the TV with his feet up.

“Well now don’t you look shit.”

You kicked the door shut behind you. “Of all people why did it have to be your turn to keep watch at the base?”

You passed by behind the couch he was sitting as steady as you could but the bullet wound in your side was insisting on some medical attention.

You got into Risotto’s office and ducked into the metal cabinet in the corner for the medical kit. Sitting down on the couch brought another searing sting to your side but you pushed through and peeled your bloody shirt off of your body.

“Care to share how the mission went?” Illuso’s voice rang from where he was leaning against the door frame.

You didn’t bother answering as you pulled on some gloves and doused them in disinfectant.

“Wait, what are you-?”

You went in with your finger after the bullet in your side, trying your best to ignore the pain, clenching your jaw shut at an attempt to hide what you were feeling. Showing any inclination to your pain would just prove the bastard in front of you right- that you were the weak link between them. You had clawed your way up the food chain in Passione only to end up here, Risotto telling you that this was the equivalent of ending up in exile- where they did the dirtiest work for the least amount of money. It annoyed you to no end but you couldn’t think about that way. You needed to push forward, as of now your goal was to compete against Prosciutto for second-in-command of the squad.

“Fuck, could you give me some warning before you start fingering your wound?”

Those words fell from his mouth two seconds before you got a grip on the bullet and with a scowl you looked up at him and brought the bullet out of your side with a sly smirk. “I know my way around fingering holes, LuLu. I could teach you sometime.”

You curled your hand around the bullet before tossing it aside.

Illuso gave a disapproving grimace as he watched the blood splatter from the bullet in a line over the concrete floor between you. “Relax- if it were serious I’d be bleeding out on the floor right now. Why don’t you do me a favor and go get me some booze?”

You had said that as a way of taunting him but Illuso simply straightened from the door frame and moved to Risotto’s desk. He pulled out a bottle of vodka and tossed it between his hands. “I’m not particularly good at fishing foreign objects from flesh but I can staple you shut.” That same smug smirk came back to plague you and for once you could actually laugh at that.

The last mission you Illuso had been on was after a particular plastic surgeon that knew a bit too much about the organization and the drug OD’s on the streets. The two of you were assigned to shut him up real nice.

Illuso had taken it literally with the stitching stapler before you finished him off and disposed of the body. It was sadistic, maybe, but the guy was mouthing off at Illuso in the lobby for a bad jaw job he never had- how do you walk away from that kind of disrespect without some form of punishment?

You finished clearing off the dried blood off of your side before getting up to sit tall on the arm rest of the couch.

Illuso took the stapler and rather knowledgeably disinfected the equipment before gripping your shoulder and looking at you head on. He wasn’t easy to read- it almost looked like what he was asking was more of an afterthought. “Let me know when it feels wrong.”

You were about to make a sarcastic remark but instead decided to brace for impact.

It burnt like hell but it was allot easier than getting stitched up for the little cuts like when Melone did it. It was quick.

Literally three painful staples in your side and he was done- feeling perfectly fine. Or at least so you had thought before the support from Illuso’s hand on your shoulder pulled away and you suddenly felt lightheaded.

You suppose he had taken a hint to your immobilized form on the couch and got more disinfectant and gauze. You let him wrap you up, keeping yourself upright to properly patch you up before he tapped against your injured side as if to signal him being done.

“There.” Was all he said with a stoic expression as he cleaned up the medical supplies.

You took the opportunity to hop off your seat and reach for the bottle to just try and dull the pain.

“Not so hard to take the help offered is it?” Illuso started, that same sarcastic lilt to his voice.

“Oh?” You took a swig straight from the bottle. “That was you offering help?”

You handed the bottle to him to which he reciprocated with a swig himself.

“I’m not hearing a thank you.”

You shrugged, deciding to fuck with him a bit. You stepped up and leaned in- giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for stapling me up, baby.”

Illuso dramatically rolled his eyes at that. “You have been spending way too much time with Formaggio.”

You took the bottle from him and walked out of the room. “I’m too drunk and too tired to drive home so I call the base bed.”

By that you meant the double bed in one of the rooms where the lookout for the night would spend the night.

You moved into the said bedroom and started looking for something else to replace your top- landing on an old band T-shirt.

“Nice choice.” You nearly leapt out of your skin at Illuso’s voice over your shoulder.

“Do you even make a noise when you walk?” You shouted behind you at Illuso’s kneecaps.

“Most of the one-night stands we bring over end up in that shirt in the morning.” He continued as of you didn’t just yell at him. He calmly turned around and walked away. You dropped the dinky shirt and ended up going for the plain purple one- hoping that you wouldn’t hear more history about the shirt you were wearing than absolutely necessary.

You came into the kitchen and found Illuso had left a bowl of pasta on the counter for you and it wasn’t some unexplained mystery how or why.

Now La Squadra, contrary to their profession, was actually a tight-knit group- some of the closest teams you’ve met. So when you came in, it was hard to try and meld into a group you dared say had no room for you but you’d be lying if you said they didn’t do anything to try and integrate you.

Prosciutto would lend you cigarettes or ask you if he should buy you a pack at his next stop, Ghiacchio always offered to give you a ride if you needed to get somewhere, Melone would offer checkups after injuries- granted that came with his lecherous side comments. Formaggio would even ask you for play bets when his game was on but Illuso had seemed indifferent to his teammate’s kindness until now.

You placed the pasta in the microwave with a heavy heart at your mistreatment of the whole team up until this point. You weren’t exactly doing anything to return their kindness.

So you brought the pasta bowl with you to sit beside Illuso as he stretched his feet onto the coffee table.

“Thanks for the pasta.” Was all you said as you sat cross-legged beside him.

“Don’t get used to it- that was my dinner scraps.”

Deflecting the thank you, should have known directly wasn’t the way to go.

So you didn’t bother saying anything else in favor of eating. Finished with dinner, you stretched out the same as him. “The bed’s yours.” Was all you said.

Illuso chuckled. “You’re easy to read, you know that?”

You didn’t react. It was a known fact that you flubbed like a fish when you didn’t know what to say or think.

“Listen, I’m a nice guy. Most of us do expect reciprocation but that doesn’t mean anything serious right now. I’d rather ask how you’re not used to this kind of treatment.”

You turned to him. “What do you mean and why?”

“You’re telling me you’re not used to the whole ‘newbie’ treatment?”

You scoffed, “Newbie meant getting life three times harder than necessary, not easier- you guys really are making a weird like that... Besides, why do you care?”

Illuso turned to you this time, that smirk on his face. “I deal with information. Recon and shit.” His face slowly soured into a scowl. “But since I landed on this team the rest of Passione had been closed off from me.”

You reached over to the forgotten vodka bottle on the table, sitting back and flicking the cap off. “Let’s talk then.”

You took two swigs per question, starting with: “Well then how did you end up here?”

Illuso laughed with his bottom lip against the vodka bottle. “I fucked a capo’s daughter.”

You laughed with your head back. “Figure’d you’d get here by being sleazy. But how’d you get caught?”

“Uh uh uh uh!” He took his two swigs then handed the bottle back to you. “You gotta answer a question for me first.”

You took it reluctantly, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Now you tell me how you got here.”

You didn’t exactly have an answer for that, but recently you had developed a theory. “I think I rose the ranks too quick- I was aiming at getting into Unita Speciale but that squad needs to be personally approved by the boss.”

You took to swigs and gave the bottle back- the quick succession of drinking started to make your mouth a bit more loose.

“So how’d your dumbass get caught?” You asked Illuso as he took his two swigs.

“Bitch drugged me when she found out I was fucking her friend. Got my ass handed to me halfway through the mirror- literally.”

The image of Illuso’s butt naked ass hanging out of a mirror in an attempt to get away made you snicker. “That’s too bad.”

This time you took the bottle yourself and waited for the question.

He cleared his throat and looked at you head on. “Do you ever wish you never got into this shit?”

You frowned at him, already feeling shaken by the personal question- should have known he’d want to delve deep while you were too drunk to keep your mouth shut. Didn’t stop you you from bringing the bottle to your lips. “Yeah. Who doesn’t?” You were extra generous with the swigs you were taking before Illuso tipped the bottle back down and took it from you.

“Save some for me you selfish fuck.”

He took his own swig but not nearly as much as you.

You didn’t say anything for a moment as you wondered if you were going to act out on your drunkenness or would you just excuse yourself before things got too personal. Of course your curiosity got the best of you, so with slurred words you asked- “How’d you get into Passione, anyway?”

Illuso gave the bottle a last gulp and without missing a beat answered. “I killed the bastard that was sleeping with my partner. Didn’t know however, that their murdered side piece was part of a gang. So when you have a on your tail and you’re too much of a coward to face them yourself, you run to Passion for protection. And you end up like me.”

You gave a satisfied hum and got up. You fucked up and you knew it- now he was going to ask you how you ended up in Passione.

“Where are you going?”

“The vodka is done and so am I.” You lied.

"Like fuck you are.” Illuso stumbled after you but once he was up he was much more steady on his feet than you were, trailing behind you as you wobbled through the hallway to the bedroom. He grabbed hold of your shoulders and turned you around- making you grab onto the wall for support.

The two of you, properly saturated with booze, leaned against the wall with your shoulders as you gazed into each other’s eyes. “How did you end up in Passione?”

You were pretty drunk- but not drunk enough to forget the pain that came with that question. The booze only helped to make you more emotional and more likely to spill the beans but you tried to turn around back to your destination once again but he grabbed hold of your hand again to stop you in your tracks.

“Pretty please. I spilled my guts now you get to spill yours.”

You balled your fists and tried to say as stable as possible as you turned to look him in the eye. “MY boyfriend had debts to pay to this shithole gang and he sold me as collateral.”

Illuso seemed to process your words and then almost victoriously said. “So THAT’s why you’re so fucking stuck up! The bastard stabbed you in the back, didn’t he?”

The words hit you and in response you pushed him away- it was lucky he was too tall for you to push over in your already weakened state but he did stumble back a few steps. “Fucking prick! Is that all you wanted to know? Why I don’t trust anyone? Why I keep to myself? I didn’t want to have my brains fucked out for the rest of my life so I clawed my way up through the ranks! Only to end up here! Which wouldn’t be so bad ‘cause I thought-“

You clenched your first again and turned around. You’d babbled enough at him.

“Y/n.” Illuso took a few steps closer again, propping himself up against the wall. “You thought what?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat- might as well finish what you started. “I thought you guys weren’t so bad. You didn’t treat me like an idiot so I figured you must have had some kind of respect for me.”

There was a beat of silence as you two stared each other down- a scowl on each of your faces. Then, rather awkwardly, Illuso’s hand landed on your shoulder again and perhaps it was just because both of you were too far gone to have inhibitions but you moved into his chest, pressing your chin into the nook of his neck- his hand moving up your back to hold you in a strangely comforting hug, Illuso slightly bending down to allow you to let the pain subside into him.

He rubbed over your back softly then spoke against your temple. “I know.”

There was some understanding between the two of you. You quietly separated and he guided you to the bedroom where you ungracefully face planted down in typical drunk fashion onto the bed. Through the pillow on your face you shouted-

“Don’t go.”

You thanked whatever was ruling the universe that he didn’t ask you anything. He tiredly moved away from the door, moving you to make room for himself beside you. He kicked off his shoes and splat down stomach first onto the bed.

He didn’t lull you with lies about being able to trust them. He didn’t reassure you that it was going to get better. But you suppose knowing he understood was all the comfort you needed. As the night passed you over, you woke up with a headache only to see Illuso’s hand cupping yours in the space between you.

So you laid your head back down and slept it off- feeling at ease.

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #jojo part 5 #jojo golden wind #la squadra #lasquadraweek2020 #Illuso #illuso x reader

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jovishark · 3 years

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i got tagged by @tomatowrites and im trying to stave off some panic so im gonna answer some questions

-favorite childhood religious/mythic/historical/iconic figure(s)?

i was really into abraham lincoln in like gradeschool cause he was the tallest president and the only one i could remember

-favorite childhood animal(s) that you pretended to be?

ill admit it i was a wolf kid for a little while but we would be dragons from time to time

-favorite childhood mythological or fantasy or religious creatures or figures you pretended to be?

does danny phantom count

-favorite childhood sound/song/tape/CD/album/radio station(s), particularly if you couldn’t go to sleep?

green day for sure

-favorite childhood item(s) of clothing & where it/they came from?

OH i had this clifford the big red dog costume i wore every day for three months when i was four

-favorite book/comic/written material(s) you snuck at a time when you weren’t supposed to?

i would read and reread our geronimo stilton books with an alarm clock for light, but because the text is all colorful and enhanced the red light made the yellow text disappear? so i knew what was happening but the effect was lost

-favorite childhood game(s) (IRL or computer) that you were inevitably torn away from too soon?

SPORE (2008) lives on in my heart and my harddrive. i did a presentation about it in 4th grade

-favorite weird shit in the dirt you did behind a childhood school or home?

we built a hotel for ants at school. thats where i learned grand meant a thousand dollars

-did you have imaginary/non-corporeal people or figures in your life? what were/are they like?

ive been sworn to secrecy on this

im taggin @chandler666bing @mcnuggyy @cheylouwho @puppetamateur but its not mandatory

#tag meme #shh

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megafreeman · 3 years

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Questions for an Author

Tagged by @eulerami. Thank you so much for taggin’ me, had fun answering these!

Tagging: @punkishrogue, @classicsinga, @thetwobosses, @dorkdevil, and

Name: Mega / Wolf

Top 5 Fandoms Written:

Saints Row...

Fallout

Mass Effect

Dragon Age

Agents of Mayhem

IDK if its fair when most of these have unpublished/unfinished works lmao

Top 5 Fandoms You Want To Write For/More: Apex Legends, I’m really considering it. But honestly, more than other fandoms, I really want to finish at least one fic for a non-SR fandom. I’m struggling to keep inspiration on them.

Stories You Wish More People Knew About: Please read Rose of Stilwater, I’ve kept that idea to myself since like 2014 and wanted to realize it since then, I’m really proud of it despite only publishing the “intro chapters” so far 😔👉👈

Ship(s) Written The Most:

Boss/Shaundi

The Bean Boys, Hal/Jonathan

Character(s) Written The Most: Gotta love my little bean Jonathan. Also Shaundi is a character I enjoy writing a lot for, She’s just one of the few complex characters SR has to offer

How Many OCs Do You Have: Man I used to post counts all the time lmao. Saints Row - 48 (4 universes), Agents of Mayhem - 3 + 2 headcanon characters, Dragon Age - 21 (3 universes), Fallout - 20 (3-ish universes, currently reworking them all), Mass Effect - 18 (reworking them all currently, as in actually deleting some), Rockstar - 5 (4 Bully, 1 GTA), TES - 11, but tbh don’t care as much about them, Valve - 4 (used to have more but never finalized some lel)

How Many Series Do You Have: None honestly, I’m afraid of committing and then forgetting about them. Currently finishing my Rowvember 2020 series of small prompts and that’s about it.

What Do You Do With Fics You’re No Longer Interested In?: WIP folder Hell

Coming Soon: Joker x M!Shep longfic (ME), Jonathan/Shaundi brOTP, “Socialite Fall” (Bully), Kaidan x M!Shep one shot, my Courier shipfic (just cause its a rare pair lel) and two Alistair x Warden one shots

Line From A WIP: "Fine, but only to visit your mom." Lina waved her finger at the cowboy "If I hear you pull any shit while there, I'll... I dunno, I'll cut off your ear or something."

Do You Accept Prompts? Oh, I never really thought of “accepting” them TBH, if anyone has any suggesion by God’s gift, please do share them with me and I might do something with them! (but alas, as someone from

How Do You Feel About Kudos? Every time I get an email notification about a kudos, my heart melts, thank yall so much 🥺️🥺️🥺️

Do You Read Fic As Well?: Oh I love, but honestly, I struggle keeping attentin when reading and prefer reading shorter stories over long fics. I got like 3 books I started reading and haven’t finished them yet, so sometimes I even feel guilty reading really long 20 chapter fics

#about me

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emiisanxious · 3 years

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A Weird Kidnap - Chapter 1

Archive of Our Own Link

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Characters:

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders

Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders

Deceit | Janus Sanders

Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders

Morality | Patton Sanders

Logic | Logan Sanders

Thomas Sanders (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags:

Angst

Past Abuse

Alternate Universe - Medieval

Swearing

Sympathetic Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders

Sympathetic Deceit | Janus Sanders

Kidnapping

but for a good reason

Cursed Character

Panic Attacks

Comfort/Angst

Please read chapter 3 notes for this mentions:

Eating Disorders

Slavery

Implied/Referenced Torture

Blood

Degradation

Taggin as the chapters goes...

Summary: “Virgil is a Prince who has no idea what a Prince is, kidnapped by Remus who is a mess, he is everything but at the same time nothing with the help of Janus. Because they were asked from Prince Roman. The question is, why?

Also: I'm bad at summary.”

Note: Small note: Yes, it's a fantasy AU, but does have modern things in there because I can. I'm not sure where this idea came from, I just... wanted to do this I guess.

"Shit! He got skinnier since I met him!" Remus was running away, holding on to his shoulder an unconscious male, around 30 years old no more than 1,66m. As a mercenary, he did mind kidnapping people, but it was a valid reason. "Dee you had the stupidest but brightest idea ever in accept that!"

The person called Dee, was around 1,72m, and his 25 years old, half of his face has scales, but he didn't mind as he kept running shooting magic to distracting whatever who was following them. "Shut up! I can't focus if you keep yelling!" They soon found out what they were looking for, a forest. No one dared to enter there during the night as it was dangerous.

"We are almost there, stop shooting." The kidnapper was starting to jump on the threes and obviously disappearing, soon he was followed by the mage, it took almost half of the night, till they are free from the guards. Setting a camp, and rest from all the chase. Remus was 23 years old, but he was taller in his 1,94m, he was also the strongest physically.

"I can't believe he is still a prince?" Remus said in disbelieve, now looking at the guy in question, his clothes weren't fancy, he was using well-used jeans, and a hoodie that was larger than him. Sure his clothes weren't easy to create and were done just for the prince so it was expensive but other than that? "This guy is... more skinny is that even possible?!"

Janus turned his eyes for the Prince who they just kidnaped, honestly? If he didn't know better, he would be confused as the mercenary. "Yes, he is." Brushing the fringe from the sleepy man he could see dark circles that meant that he didn't sleep in ages or at least wasn't well-rested. "I think now I know why your brother wanted to kidnap him."

"Heh, who knows what percussion it will have? I don't care, just need to return the favor." Although he said that, he was concerned, it wasn't like he didn't have a heart or didn't care for others, but he could shut up those thoughts as he puts more wood on the fire. "Rest a bit, I will take the first turn."

The mage nodded, liking or not he sure does need to rest to restore his magic, as he lays on the ground. Falling asleep quickly, he already knows Remus for a long time, so he could trust enough for that.

The mercenary stayed there quietly, looking at the night sky sometime later, he heard moving at his side, looking for the confused man who was just waking up.

Virgil was confused, his legs were tied together and his hands behind his back, panic started to rise quickly as he started to remember what happened. He curled on himself, as he tried to make himself thinner than he already was. His breath was getting chaotic and he couldn't keep calm.

"Hey dude, calm down!" He heard a voice, although he didn't have the strength to open his eyes to figure out who. "P-Please... D-Don't hurt me..." He whispered, he knew better than anyone that pleas won't work, but he couldn't help but do it, even though he was cursing under himself for how weak and raspy his voice sounded.

"I won't hurt you." The voice has a slight confusion but for the most part, was trying to keep calm and nonchalant.

"Please don't hurt me... I will be good just... Don't please. I won't run away again! Just please don't..." Virgil's voice was more steady than previous, and obviously, by the glassy green eyes, he wasn't talking with Remus, as he started to sob and cry. Murmuring pleas for not be hurt.

The mercenary was at a loss what he should do he wasn't good at comforting, so he moved to shake the sleeping male. "Dee, wake up." He kept moving the other, as finally, his partner was awake. "Don't look at me like that, but I can't... I don't know what to do... So help me?" It was sincere as he opens space for Janus to look around and soon returning where he was sitting in silence.

The mage finally understood why he was awakened as he looks to the Prince who was still murmuring pleas for not be hurt, again. "Tsc..." He tried to touch the smaller but was met with a flinch, so he just sits there in front of the other. "Hey, Virgil?" He tried to sound calm, but the other flinched more when he heard his name. "Vee?" That time the Prince didn't flinch. "Can I touch you?" A shake, well at least he was meeting with responses than just pleas.

"Intru, be alert okay? I will untie his hands" He didn't give the mercenary time to think, he was already untieing the other's hand. "Vee, look to me." Janus could see the clear fear behind glassy eyes. "I'm going to pick up your hands okay?" He moved the other slightly so both of the Prince's hands were over his chest. "Now, follow my breath." The mage wasn't sure if it was going to work or not, but he stayed there, with both hands around each of Virgil's wrist, breathing calmly as he locks his eyes with the other.

It was more than 20 minutes or so when the Prince calmed down. When he finally did, he looked more tired than before, Janus thought for a bit before untieing the Prince's feet. "Are you more calm?" Deceit asked as he looked at the Prince.

"Yeah..." Virgil wasn't sure at all if he should feel relief or anxious for what would happen next, but, at least for now, he was calm enough. Biting his lower lip as he locks his eye on the campfire. "So... What will happen to me now...?" He wanted to say how his father wasn't going to pay anything for him, and how useless it was to kidnap him but, he felt scared that they would kill him.

"Now? We are going to bring you to my brother." Remus said in disgust, nothing against Roman, but he was more butterfly, good and selfish, something the mercenary couldn't handle.

"Your... Brother?" That wasn't at all what he was expecting, he thought in tortures, or blackmail, or slavery. "What your brother wants with me?" Curiosity was winning against him, as Virgil dared to look to Remus, but it wasn't him who answered, it was the other male, who funny enough now that Virgil was looking at him, he had a nagging feeling that he already knew this guy.

"Who knows?" He wasn't going to lie to the guy, not after the panic attack the other just had, but that was obviously the worse thing to say as he could see Virgil starting to panic. "Okay, okay, stop, his brother asked for us to kidnap you, make them believe you died, or something. And bring you back to him." Janus looked to the Prince waiting for him to say something but as he didn't he kept talking. "People call me Deceit, he is called Remus, sometimes Intrusive. Remus's brother is called Roman. Do you know? Prince Roman?"

"Roman?" He had to wreck his head to remember from where this name was so... Familiar. It took him a couple of minutes till he was able to remember. "Oh... Oh! I do. He was a Prince that came once... And he never said he had a brother..." Virgil finally was starting to loosen up, although not so much, and was still scared. But for now, he was calming down his anxiety. "Why he would want me...?"

"That is something you need to ask him not me. Now I recommend you sleep, we are going as soon the sun is out." Janus said as he lays down again.

"As if..." Was all the Prince could answer as he at least tried to feel comfortable on the ground, it was more soft than the floor honestly, but it was still a bit weird, as he stares at the sky. "I did miss been able to do this..." His voice was quieter as he just enjoys the stars.

"What?" Remus finally said, as Janus was sleeping he tried to keep his tone quiet to not wake him up.

"Look at the sky? I do love seeing the stars... It calms me down..." He was uncertain as he kept his eyes open looking at the sky. "And sorry... But for more, you guys want to walk fast tomorrow I will be a dead weight... Literally."

"Okay, you're confusing me on so many levels, that is weird for me to say it. Just spit out and all." Remus didn't have the same calm or patient as Janus, but definitely was trying there.

"I'm useless and worthless and dead weight, I can't do anything on my own, and for more that I do know all the royal things, my father just... I'm a Prince just because my father needed one. But we are far away from that... I was called a slave, was treated like one, or even worse than that... I can barely walk around the castle without feeling tired. My point is... I'm sorry but... it would be more... Wiser. To just tie me up in a tree and let me die." It was a lot of self-hate, but he couldn't help, those two were gentler than anyone he had contact in the past 20 years.

Remus fall silently, he can't help in a panic attack, but he does can help with self-hate, he just didn't know if he wanted to. A long sigh as he just turns his eyes to Virgil. "Stop, those are the things that your father wants you to believe, so he can keep abusing you and treating you like shit. So you're tamed and won't lash out. So stop."

"How can----"

"I can say that because... You helped me. The day when I run away from my home, I found you... 8 years ago... When I was 15, I left my home, tired of being my brother's shadow I got into this realm and got in as a slave. You were the one who helped me to flee. I should have tried to bring you with me at that time but... I couldn't. The small-time I was here I was the slave who brought you food and water... Helped to wash your body... One day..." Remus lost himself as he closes his eyes looking at the sky again. "Dee found me, Dee was the mage of the realm where I came from, he came to make company for me and keep me safe. That is when I run away for the second time, you helped me to flee successfully."

Virgil was at loss, was it just 8 years? Sure it felt more like 20 years, was he so lost in that situation, that he lost the ability to count? He had to wreck his mind again to try to remember a 15 years old kid helping. "Oh..."

"You weren't useless or worthless, if you didn't help, I couldn't flee with Dee. The reason why I didn't argue too much about kidnapping you was because... I knew. I knew who you were, what you passed. My brother rarely goes to find me but... He did... He found me, after those 8 years, to ask me to bring you. So... Look, I'm the worse in comfort someone just... Things will change, for good Virgil. I promise. And even if my stupid brother can't help you, at least you can join me and Dee if you want." Remus smiled slightly as he moves to look at Virgil's eyes. "Just, hang in there."

This time, the Prince did start crying, but it was from relief than anything else, he could feel Remus moving to hold him on his laps and so resting Virgil's head on his shoulders, turning soothing circles on his back. "I'm sorry... For leaving you there... But... I'm back." Remus's voice was soft as he tries to calm the smaller.

Where he didn't wait to hug the kidnapper. Although he wasn't sure about what would happen when he found Roman again, he at least could trust Remus for now, soon he was sleeping on the youngest lap.

The next day, as the Prince warned, he wasn't able to walk that much, he forced himself to at least go out of the forest, but as soon they were out, he would fall on the ground. Shivering as the pain passed by all his body, all the time he didn't try to flee, instead he was holding Remus's hand with his life.

"Remus carries him, it will easier." Deceit said in a sigh, like Remus, he does know the Prince, most by the time that Roman was visiting that kingdom.

"I---Idontwannabeabother..." Virgil said way too quickly to anyone understand, yet Remus didn't care as he just piggy-back him. "Calm down, relax." With that, it was easier to travel. As they do small talks between them.

"So... Remus went from Prince to Slave to Mercenary to Kidnapper?" Deceit was mocking the other.

"What I can say, I'm unpredictable like that." It was lunchtime, so they stopped in a mountain where Remus was resting from carrying Virgil all the way there. "Virgil?"

The prince looked for Remus, tilting his head. "Hm?"

"Aren't you going to eat?" Deceit was the one to ask.

"I was supposed to?" It wasn't an answer but clearly expressed what he was feeling right now.

Remus looked to Deceit, and they both sighed. Although Remus was trying very hard to not show rage. "I should have killed that king." Was all that the mercenary said, before getting up and going outside the hole they were.

Deceit sighed again as he picked the food and brought it near the Prince. "Yes, why shouldn't you?"

"Because... Normally I would only eat when I was good? And definitely, I wasn't. I did Remus carry me all day."

It was easy to see the shock on Deceit's face, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times till he could found the words. "Virgil. I will do a series of questions and I want you to answer, whatever you feel like and if you feel like."

"Okay...?"

"Do you know what is take care of yourself?"

"No."

"Do you know what is love?"

"No. Well... Father said that what he did was for love, but... I remember that the gardener said it wasn't. But then said gardener was dead in the next day..."

"Did someone said bad things about you? For example: You're worthless, useless, or something like that?"

"... Yes..."

"Did your father abused you?"

"Define abuse..."

"Treated you like he treats a slave?"

"Oh sure. He told me that was normal... Isn't it normal?"

"No. No! You're a Prince!"

"What the difference between one and another?"

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me, what your father told you?"

"Father said I would learn it when he passed away. He also told me that till there I would be his slave and do whatever he wanted. Sure he taught me how to portray in parties and what I should or not speak, to keep some sort of image, but he also told me that it was normal. For princes be slaves till the king passes away."

Virgil could see Deceit passing a hand over his head super annoyed. "For whatever is more sacred in this world. Your father is a dick, asshole, an opportunist, he is worse than the seven demons. REMUS!"

Soon he could see the mercenary back, where he was kinda surprised to see Deceit so... Angry. "Yes?"

"I'm going to hunt our dinner, can you stay here?"

"Yes...?" He looked confused as he looks at Virgil. "Dude, you still didn't eat?!" Although he could see the Prince flinch with the question and move back on the rock. "It's not... Calm down. I'm not..."

"Remus, he lived till now as a slave... Abused by his own father, he doesn't even know what abuse was! Or worse what a Prince is. I... Just make him eat okay? I will be back." Deceit said moving away and disappearing from there.

"Hey, how about... I start to call you Vee? Is that okay?"

"Yes..." His tone was lower as he hugs himself, scared.

"So Vee... Can I help you eat?"

"But I... Don't deserve... I did you carry... And I wasn't good..."

That broke his heart, yet Remus did move slowly closer, to sit next to Virgil, placing his hand where the other could see. "Here, look to me." With a bit of time, the other did so. "I want you to eat okay?"

"I... can't..."

"Why not?

"Because... I wasn't good, I don't deserve it. I did you carry me all the way here, and I can't stop thinking that I did something wrong, because you two seemed to be upset and angry..."

He took a deep breath as he looks at the Prince. "So... Didn't you answer Dee's questions truthfully?"

"Yes...?"

"Then that is enough for your reward. I just carried you because it would be a bother to stop all the time and... You did nothing wrong, we are upset and angry about something else. So can you eat at least something?"

Virgil took a moment to think about it, sure enough, he would receive food when he was good physically but he would also receive it when he gives good answers or just doesn't talk something wrong. "Yes..." As he moved to pick up the dry ration, although he would break it in half, giving Remus the other.

The mercenary didn't like it, half of the dry ration wasn't enough till dinner, but he supposed that at least it was something. Well, it was better than the dry bread and half of the water glass that Remus remember to bring to the Prince.

It wouldn't take too much for Virgil to finish it, although the sun was moving and it was already half of the afternoon by the sun. "Deceit right? Isn't he taking too long?"

"Yeah..." Remus needed to agree as he sighs. "But I believe in him, he will be back soon."

"Can I... Sleep? Till he is back?"

"Sure." The silence was soon back, turning his eyes at Virgil he felt bad, honestly, bad... He hated that king, he hated what he did with his own son! How he did that?! Why?! Honestly, he was glad that Roman asked for that. Hell, he was glad that his father wasn't that bad, sure he always did point how Roman was better, but at least he didn't abuse them!

When the sun was gone, Janus was back, with a horse. Holding the animal's leash and so bringing inside the cavern they were. "Let's pass the night here and tomorrow we can move."

"Did you..." Remus wasn't sure what he wanted to ask right now.

"I exploded some trees, I also picked up some apples, and then I went to pick up a horse because it's nicer than been carried around."

"Well... You will need to find an excuse for that." Remus said sighing as he shows up the half of the dry ration and explains what happened.

"They... Messed up so much... Shit." Deceit was furious and angry if he could he would kill that king himself. "Fine, luck for everyone I can think about excuses like that."

"You know... Well... How about we relax? Chess?"

"Chess."

#Virgil Sanders #Remus Sanders #Janus Sanders #Roman Sanders #Patton Sanders #Logan Sanders #C!Thomas Sanders #fanfic

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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the things we say at 3am [drake x camille] [one shot]

I stole this edit from Pinterest, I’m aware it’s Sam and Ruby, but as he is my Drake face claim, it kinda works.

Warnings: NSFW.

There’s a lot of differing moods in this one shot.. fluff to angst to NSFW.

Taggin’ @burnsoslow @moonlightgem7 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @ibldw-main @jovialyouthmusic @mskaneko @saivilo @gardeningourmet @loveellamae @sirbeepsalot @katedrakeohd @dcbbw @pug-bitch @walkerswhiskeygirl

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Drake and Camille stumbled into the palace foyer, their shoes squeaking across the marble floor.

'Shhhh!' Camille hissed, holding her fingers to her mouth in an exaggerated gesture. 'You'll wake everyone up!'

Drake rolled his eyes and lolled against a marble column, trying to keep himself up. 'As if I give a fuck,' he replied with an air of exaggerated grandeur and extreme bluntness.

Camille broke into a giggle and Drake smiled as he watched her.

They were both drunk. Hammered, in fact. A drink at a dive bar had turned into drinking a whole bottle of whiskey which had turned into shots. Now it was 3am and they were back in the palace in no fit state to be seen by anyone.

'Do you think we'll get beheaded if they see us like this?!' Camille suddenly asked, her eyes bulging.

Drake laughed dryly. 'Montespan, we haven't beheaded people for like... 500 years. Trust me, I think we're safe.' He then frowned. 'Or maybe that applies to hanging...'

He shrugged and traipsed up the stairs to their rooms, tripping over his feet as he went. He heard a scuffle and bump behind him and when he turned, he saw Camille lying in a tangled heap on the bottom of the stairs, legs akimbo, laughing her head off.

'I fell!'

Drake sighed and stumbled back down to help her stand up. 'Of course you are a complete liability when drinking,' he muttered.

Camille stuck out her tongue. Drake chuckled. 'You're cute when you do that, Montespan.'

Camille smiled mischievously and pointed her finger at him. 'Drake Walker thinks I'm cute.'

Drake turned pink. 'Nah..'

'You just said it,' Camille teased. 'You think I'm totally adorable.'

'Well... Kinda.'

Camille smiled. 'I think you're cute too.'

There was a loaded silence filled with a lot of swaying. Drake cleared his throat and took her by the arm. 'Come on, let's go to bed.'

'I'm not sleepy.'

'Same but you clearly need to lie down,' Drake replied, before tripping up the step and cursing under his breath. He exhaled and clung onto the bannister of the stair case, not wanting to fall.

Camille giggled again. 'Walker, we can do this!' she said. 'We can make it up these stairs!'

Drake shook his head. 'It's like fucking Everest!'

Camille grabbed his hand and began to drag him up the stairs, whispering encouragement and hiccuping.

'Who designed this palace?' she whispered, panting as she dragged him.

'Constantine,' Drake replied shortly.

'Why so many stairs?'

Drake groaned. 'Because Constantine is an asshole.'

Camille whipped around to face him, her brown eyes huge. 'TREASON!' she hissed. 'Oh my god, he's gonna behead you now!'

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They managed to make it up to Camille's bedroom. It took her four attempts to unlock the door - she kept dropping her key and stopping every few minutes to regale Drake with her favourite moments from the TV show Queer Eye.

Finally, they got inside.

Drake thought he wasn't too drunk, at least compared to Camille, but he soon realised that the room spun around and he felt a little light headed so maybe he was drunker than he thought.

'Wanna order pizza?' Camille suggested.

'Montespan, the pizza place is closed now,' Drake told her. 'No pizza for you.'

Camille sighed. 'Shame.. Oh well. Right, pyjama time. Are you staying with me?'

Drake started. He didn't understand. Why had age suggested he stay? What the fuck was going on? His room was down the hall. There was no need for him to stay.

Camille blushed. 'It's just fun hanging out with you, s' all.'

Drake shuffled on his feet, unsure of what to say. Nobody ever said it was fun to hang out with him. Camille must be absolutely blind drunk right now.

But he agreed to stay.

Because it was fun hanging out with her too.

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Drake knew Camille was hammered because once he agreed to stay, she promptly began to undress so she could change into sleepwear.

Drake harboured secret thoughts about Camille Montespan. Thoughts he didn't want her to find out.

Like how beautiful she was.

Or how he liked the smell of coconut in her hair.

Or that he often wondered what it would be like to kiss her, touch her, have her.

So when Camille pulled off her top and started to stumble around the room to locate a pyjama top, Drake averted his eyes. The image of Camille in her bra was an image he could do without. Yes, he imagined her. Often. But to see the real thing would probably push him to admit everything he felt.

She found a silk camisole and sleep shorts. Camille pulled them on, giving Drake relief. Clambering into bed, she pulled her knees up to her chest and eyed him.

'Drake, are you going to keep swaying in the corner of the room all night or are you coming over here?'

Drake blinked. WAS SHE INVITING HIM TO HAVE SEX WITH HER?

Stop it. She's just wondering if you will sit on the bed with her. Nothing more. Stop overthinking. Stop panicking. Jesus it's like you've never talked to girls before.

Drake cleared his throat and awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed. Camille raised an eyebrow. 'I don't have a disease, you can come closer.'

Drake blushed and shifted so he sat beside her with his legs stretched out. Camille smiled softly. 'Why are you so awkward all of a sudden?'

Drake shrugged. 'I don't know..'

'Drake.' She didn't believe him.

He sighed. 'It's dangerous for me to be close to you, Montespan.'

Camille frowned. 'What do you mean?'

I mean I really like you. More than anybody else. I think about you all the time. I dream about you. You make me happy which is a feeling I've not had in years.

Drake didn't say this though. Instead, he pulled the duvet cover over his face and burrowed down, keen to hide. It was really comfy. Was this Egyptian cotton?!

Camille burrowed under the duvet with him, kicking him gently. 'Drake, talk to me,' she whispered.

Drake closed his eyes. She was so fucking close to him right now. They were practically sharing body heat.

'Talk about what?'

Camille smiled. 'Anything. Like.. Your dad. Tell me about Jackson Walker.'

Drake bit his lip. He had mentioned his father a couple of times to Camille but he hadn't realised that she was interested.

'What do you want to know about him?' Drake asked, his voice thick.

Camille snuggled down into her pillow. 'What he was like. Was he like you, all brooding and sarcastic?'

Drake laughed. 'Nah, that's all me. Uh, dad was different. He was loud and always happy. He lit up the room.'

Camille grinned as she listened to Drake, nodding encouragement. She found that when Drake was drinking, he was more open to talking about his background. She was so curious about him.

'But in his job, he was very serious,' Drake continued. 'Like we could be playing together one day but as soon as he was asked to do a last minute task, he dropped everything. The job was his life. Cordonia first.' Drake's voice had taken on a bitter tone now. 'We always came second.'

Camille reached out to gently touch his hand. 'He was keeping you safe by doing his job,' she murmured.

Drake shook his head. 'Nah, I saw him suddenly turn from being loving dad to guard in an instant. I swear, Camille, if I ever have kids - and that's very unlikely - I'm always gonna put them first.'

Drake stopped talking. Why are you talking about children?

Camille's eyes were fixed on him. She looked serious now, though her eyes were slightly bloodshot from alcohol.

'I think you'll have kids one day,' she said softly. 'No reason why not. Also, just because he put his duty ahead of everything doesn't mean he didn't care about you. I bet you were his greatest joy.'

Drake reddened. 'Shucks, Montespan.. I will tell you something though. If he met you, he'd really like you. I can imagine him talking your ear off about New York, he always wanted to go but never got the chance.'

Camille giggled. 'I would have taken him to my favourite cafe where they serve cronuts.'

'I bet you would have,' Drake murmured. His eyes were now on hers. Camille blushed and rolled over.

'Sometimes I think I should leave this suitor competition,' she said. 'Just admit that I don't want to take part and I don't want to be royalty.'

Drake moved closer to her despite himself.

'How come?' he asked, waiting with bated breath for her answer.

Camille looked over at him and smiled sadly. 'I think you know.'

Drake blinked. No he didn't. What did he know?

Camille looked away, focusing on the tassel of the cushion that was in the corner of the bed.

'Camille.'

She turned to see Drake lying on his side, facing her, so close. She could smell the whiskey on him with a hint of leather and smoke. She wished she could bottle it.

'It's 3am,' Drake whispered. 'Anything we say is in this moment, in this time. It's just us. The world is asleep but we're not. Why do you want to leave the competition?'

The drunkeness was fading now. This was a serious conversation now.

Camille looked at him nervously. 'We kissed in the Beaumont study,' she said.

Drake tried not to blush. He had tried to push that memory to the back of his mind and had been successful, despite it being absolute torture, and now she was bringing it up.

'We did, yes,' he replied, keeping his voice level. Act cool, act cool.

Camille bit her lip. 'Did that.. change things for you?'

Yes. Certainly made me start thinking that I was a shit best friend and that it should have been Liam kissing you. But I enjoyed it. A lot.

Drake tried to think of how to answer. It was 3am. This was the time for honesty.

'Yeah it did,' he replied.

'Me too. Like you have always been around and you have helped me so much in this competition. But more than that, you've kept me sane by taking me out for drinks, going to restaurants-'

'Things I shouldn't be doing,' Drake interrupted. 'Liam should be taking you out, not me. He asked me to look out for you and I overstepped.'

Camille shook her head. 'No. I needed a friend. Sure, I have Hana and Maxwell but you're different. You make me feel like I'm at home. Maybe it's because we talk about America? And we watch shows on Netflix? I. I..'

Drake closed his eyes. 'Camille, stop talking.'

But she couldn't stop talking. This was word vomit. She was being excruciatingly honest, despite knowing she shouldn't be.

'I think about you all the time,' she whispered, her voice cracking. 'You make me laugh. I don't feel so... Lonely when I'm with you. All the other ladies ignore me and treat me like the shit on their shoe. Liam barely sees me, not that I really care. But you're the constant. You're always around, even when you're hiding in the corners of the ballroom.'

Drake couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had never said anything like this to him before. She must still be really drunk. She wouldn't remember this in the morning.

'And I'm not that drunk any more before you accuse me of not realising what I'm saying,' she told him. 'You said it yourself. It's 3am. Everyone else in the world is asleep. It's just us.'

Drake reached out to take her hand. She was right. He had told her to be honest and tell him why she wanted to leave the competition. So he may as well join her and be honest too.

'I think about you all the time too,' he murmured. 'Even before that kiss. As soon as I saw you, Camille, God.. I wanted you. I always have.'

Camille wiped her eyes that were starting to well up. Drake took her hand away and began to wipe the stray tears from her cheeks, so gently. His fingers felt calloused against her skin. But he was being so gentle and so kind.

'I honestly wish I could take you out of the contest myself,' he continued. 'But to do so would be to betray my best friend who's only ever had my back. I can't hurt him.'

'But you have feelings for me..' Camille whispered. 'You're re really going to ignore your feelings?'

Drake nodded. 'I've gotten pretty good at it the past five months,' he told her. 'Practically an expert.'

Camille rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. 'I'm not like that,' she said. 'This is torture. I have to dance with him and take part in those damn events when really, I just want to talk to you. That's all. Maybe he would understand?'

'He won't, Camille,' Drake told her sharply. 'He'll feel betrayed. Besides, if you waltzed out the competition and ended up in my arms, your name will be dragged through the mud. I can't let you do that to yourself.'

Camille rolled back on her side to face him now, her eyes flashing. 'Maybe I don't care,' she said. 'Maybe I want to end up on your arms at the end of this. It would certainly be a reward.'

Drake bit his lip. 'Montespan, don't talk shit-'

'Why?' she demanded.

'Because if you keep saying you want to end up on my arms, then damn it I'll have no choice but to do it!' Drake ground out, exasperated. 'Do you realise how much I wish I could just hold you and pretend you're mine? I would do it in a heartbeat if only it didn't cause Liam any pain -'

'Forget about Liam for once!' Camille burst out. 'Just do what you want to do FOR ONCE! Stop making excuses. Stop being his little fucking lapdog and fucking do something for yourself!'

They stared at each other for a long, long moment.

Fuck it.

Drake made the move first.

Their mouths collided. Drake pulled her close so their chests were flush against each other, his strong arms wrapped around her delicate frame as he kept her in place and kissed her like he was drowning in her.

She tasted of whiskey and smelled of coconut. He dragged his fingers through her dark hair, tangling it in his fists. She let out a groan against his mouth and Drake felt his instincts take over.

It was pure animal instinct. His body was now suspended over hers, his arms down on either side of her head as he kissed her mouth, cheeks, neck, collar bone. He could feel her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer, and he knew she was enjoying it. He was practically ravaging her.

His hands swept down to run under her silk camisole. Camille arched her back and moved to take the garment off, exposing herself to him.

Drake looked down, his eyes scanning her breasts and toned stomach. 'Jesus, Camille,' he croaked.

Camille blushed and reached out to unbutton his denim shirt. Drake pulled it off and saw Camille's eyes widen as she studied his broad shoulders and wide chest. His arms were corded with muscle. His body was functional, made for the outdoors. It did not to deserve to hide under that denim shirt.

She ran her fingers down his chest towards his belt buckle. Drake closed his eyes as he focused on her touch, every movement feeling electric. He heard the belt buckle unclasp and his eyes flew open. Camille smiled mischievously.

'Talk to me, Drake.'

She loosened his belt and unzipped him. Drake stared at her fingers as they moved expertly.

'I've wanted to do this with you for a long time,' he croaked, feeling his cock straining to be free from his boxers.

Camille slowly pulled down his boxers, releasing him. Her eyes widened. 'Wow..' she breathed. Drake smirked at her reaction and wrapped his hand around his length, slowly pumping up and down, in a bid to surprise her more. Camille watched, her eyes fixed on him, watching as his hand grasped his hard cock, pumping up and down the length, eliciting groans from Drake himself.

‘I’ve thought about being with you for a long time,’ Drake continued, his voice raspy as he worked his cock.

It was 3am. Honesty time.

'Fuck me Drake,' Camille whispered, beginning to pull down her sleep shorts.

Drake stopped pleasuring himself and helped Camille take them off. He leaned down to hook the string of her thong between his teeth and pulled it down her hips, then further down her thighs and then to her legs. He soon cast the thong away to the floor.

Camille chuckled. 'Drake Walker, you're kinky. Who knew?'

'There's a lot you don't know about me, Montespan,' Drake murmured.

Camille grinned. 'Like what?'

Drake smiled like he had a delicious and dirty secret. 'For one thing, I love oral,' he whispered.

Camille spread her legs to give him a full view. Drake laughed and hunkered down. When his tongue darted between her folds, Camille groaned his name, her fingers clenching the duvet cover.

'Oh my God..'

Drake continued to cast a spell, twisted dark magic, constant enchantments. His tongue circled, twisted and played with her, dancing to the sound of her cries.

'Please,' she panted. 'Fuck me. We both want to.'

Drake stopped to look down at her seriously. 'Really?' he asked. 'You genuinely want this?'

Camille nodded. 'Yeah. Why wouldn't I?'

Drake struggled to work out her reasons. Camille understood instantly from the expression on his face.

'Drake, you may think you're unworthy, that you don’t deserve happiness,' she said quietly, 'but you are worthy, I promise. Please. I want you. Can you just ignore your inner thoughts? I want to be with you, right now.'

Drake let out a breath and his eyes roamed down her body, taking her in. Finally he spoke.

'Since I met you,' he murmured, 'You're all I've ever wanted. I've denied myself, believed you didn't feel the same but now..'

Camille looked up at him earnestly. 'Now?'

Drake chuckled darkly. 'I was a fucking idiot.'

Camille reached up to catch his lips with hers. She ran her fingers down his spine, making him shiver in the most delicious way.

'I've dreamed of this for months,' Drake whispered, positioning himself at her entrance. 'No regrets from here on out. No feeling guilty. No thinking about how other people will think. Are you with me?'

Camille spread her legs further and reached out to hold his hard cock, gently pressing it against her, teasing her, making her want more.

'I'm with you,' she whispered.

Drake plunged in. Camille arched her back, crying out his name as he filled all of her, and Drake groaned her name as he felt every part, knowing he was staking a claim on Camille Montespan.

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Afterwards, they lay tangled together, their breathing coming out heavy.

'How do you feel?' Camille whispered in the dark, her naked body pressed up against his.

Drake smiled. 'I feel happy.'

Camille gently moved so she was soon straddling him. Drake took in her slender frame that was illuminated in the moonlight and took a mental picture.

For so long he had imagined this woman on top of him. For so long he imagined her body and how she would scream his name while he made love to her. For so long he imagined moments like this with her.

Now he knew.

Camille Montespan was the one.

If she didn't have the suitor competition, Drake would take her away right now. But reality was different.

So instead, he watched as she ground her hips against his, groaning his name as she felt him fill her completely, and he captured this moment to remember forever.

Because despite everything, Camille would end up staying in the competition. Liam would choose her to be his queen and Camille would have to say yes. There was no other option, not really.

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Camille ground her hips against Drake's, feeling his length fill her entirely and for a moment, she felt like she was free.

As she felt his hands grip her hips and his mouth groan her name, Camille made a promise to herself.

She was going to quit the competition and declare her love for Drake Walker.

Because she loved him.

She loved him.

Her brown eyes flecked with gold fixed on his. In the dark, at 3am, all she wanted was to tell him the truth. But right now, he looked content. Happy. Fulfilled.

Why make it more complicated?

Instead, Camille began to rock against him, round two of the night, and listened to his deep groans. She would tell him at another time. Another 3am.

But in her heart, she knew.

I love you.

#drake walker x mc #drake walker #trr fanfic

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not-falling-but-sauntering-down · 4 years

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Get to know the blogger!

gI’ve been tagged by the lovely @bloodybroadchurch 💖 thank so much for taggin me, I love these games :)

Rules: tag 9 some people who you want to know better/catch up with and then answer these questions, unless you don’t want to in which case cool.

Three ships: 1) A non canon one: Hannah/Hardy - I usually roll my eyes at the excessive use of Piper-Tennant ships but this one makes so much sense, and the stories are so beautiful I just cant, plus I never saw Hardy/Miller for me they are brotp and nothing more.

2) Joo Joong-won / Tae Gong-shil - because they belong together and I will never not cry when he visits her in the hospital.

3) Belldom - the one that brought me to fandom (I don’t really ship them, I never did, but it was a fandom joke for so long that I think I need to mention it) even they joke about it...

Last song: Ride it - Regard (can you tell I spend too much time on tiktok?)

Last movie: for all the things I’ve made hubby do, i owed him this one: We watched the shittiest movie right now on netflix (Project Power) because Casey Neistat appears 5 seconds on it and hubby wanted to watch it ....

Currently reading (book): Shogun by James Clavell - has it ever happen to anyone that you read a book you love and then you just stop. You only read a couple of pages, because you just dont want to finish it? I’ve read two books in between, I just don’t want to let this one go.

Currently reading(fanfic): I am not reading anything atm, but the last was a Pride & Prejudice fic, its my happy place, the one place where everything is well.

Currently watching: Betty in New York, yes its kinda shit, but quite funny

- i gotta insert the last podcast i listened to cause it was wow, everyone has to listen to it, is “The missing Crypto Queen” I love true crime podcasts, I’m fascinated by mlm scams and financial crimes in general, and this is all wrapped together, is dramatic AF and it blew my mind.

Currently consuming: internet? lol idk

Currently craving: home made pasta somewhere in Tuscany

And I’m tagging who evers wants to do this ! @daebakbaby I know ´Thessi tagged you but I retag you lol , @sarangkstars @kdramaomo @uglywettiewrites

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babbushka · 3 years

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I am SO sorry if requests are closed, I wasn’t sure! I just wanted to request hearing about the first time Mob Boss Kylo held hands with his honey. I’m so soft for him!

1.5k cw: Jewish!reader, kylo & reader as teenagers (childhood best friends to eventual lovers when they grow up but just friends as of right now lol) fluff, mild angst (the mortifying ordeal of being a teenager and going through puberty)

His palms are sweating, because of course they are. It’s your bat mitzvah, and he wants nothing more than to ask you to dance, but dammit, you’re too pretty and it’s making him sweat and why the fuck would you want to dance with a guy with sweaty hands? So he stalks around the outskirts of the ballroom, watching and lurking like a creep as your school friends take turns twirling you around, your laugh bursting out of your mouth, your braces glinting in the sunlight from the way that you’re grinning so wide.

Good, he thinks, Kylo wants you to be happy. He’s gone through a great deal of bullshit to make sure that you’re happy but…but dammit he wishes he were the one making you smile that like. Catching Uncle Luke’s eye for a moment, Kylo ducks his head and blushes, because Uncle Luke raises a brow and nods his head in your direction, and shit there go his palms again.

Why was this so mortifying? He’s your bodyguard, he’s spent more time with you than anyone. You were the closest thing to a best friend to him, if he allowed himself to think about it like that. So why was he shaking in his fucking dress shoes, rubbing his hands against his nice pressed trousers? He’s ready to bolt, ready to call the whole damn thing off – when he feels a hand on his arm.

“Everything okay?” You ask him, startling him so much that he nearly bumps over an entire display of pretty champagne glasses. The tips of his ears that poke out from under his yarmulke go bright red as he rights himself, but your eyes are only sparkling with laughter. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“Yes – I mean no – I mean.” He stumbles, not yet used to his long limbs, his growth spurt finally hit and hitting hard. Kylo clears his throat and speaks in his newly deepened voice, “Everything’s okay.”

You don’t buy it for one second, he can tell. You’re a walking talking lie detector, have been ever since your family started asking you to sit in on meetings a few years ago. Unlike the unlucky schmucks that you interrogate though, you don’t have an interest in pressing the issue with Kylo.

“Do you like my dress?” You ask instead, giving a showy spin, the tulle skirt flowing and making you look like the princess everyone in the tri-state area knew you were. There was even a tiara poised on your head, and Kylo can only think of how correct that image is, thinks how you should be wearing one every day. You spin again and smile, “I know you were there when we picked it out but, does it still look okay?”

“You look…” He tries not to be weird, tries not to be gross, he’s a couple years older than you, you’re like a sister to him – no wait, that wasn’t right, he can’t stand his fucking sister. He doesn’t know what you are. But he doesn’t want to weird you out so he winces as he lamely replies, “Great.”

“Thanks.” You laugh at his awkward compliment, and dammit the tips of his ears are burning. He wishes he could grow his hair out one day to hide them, especially when you go serious all of a sudden and demand to know, “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” Kylo lies, and you raise a brow, your arms crossing over your chest, catching him in it. He tries to cover, “I’m just, uh, keeping a lookout. You know. For danger.”

Kylo winces again, because the idea that you could possibly be in danger tonight is absolutely comical. The entire underground crime world has shown up for your bat mitzvah, some coming from Jersey, others from Philly, and some even all the way from Chicago. There were more guards and guys with guns in the ballroom than there were at the Pentagon tonight, and you both know it.

“Are you having fun?” Kylo asks, scratching the back of his neck, wishing he had some soda or something to drink. His own bar mitzvah wasn’t even this stressful for fuck’s sake.

“Not really.” You shrug one shoulder, and all of Kylo’s attention panics, zeroing in.

“What? Why not?” He stands up straighter, squares his shoulder, wondering what could be the problem, kicking himself for being so caught up in his complicated feelings to not notice that something had gone wrong.

“My favorite boy hasn’t asked me to dance all night. No matter how hard I keep hoping that he will.”

“Who? I swear to god I’ll find him (Y/N) – ” Kylo’s vision goes red, and he bares his crooked teeth just a little, hands balling into fists as his short fuse flares, but you’re laughing.

And then, miraculously, somehow, your hand is in his.

His anger melts away instantly, replaced by something he can’t name. He doesn’t know what this feeling is, but it’s terrifying, it’s sickening. Is he going to throw up? He can’t tell – why is his heart beating so fast?

“Kylo you’re such an idiot.” You throw a smile over your shoulder at him, leading him by the hand to the dance floor, where a soft and sweet slow song has begun to play.

He can’t get over it, the feeling of your hand in his. You didn’t even cringe when it almost slips out of your grip from how clammy it’s become, and Kylo thinks maybe there was danger, and he was killed in the crossfire, because with all the lights so bright and the air cloudy with cigarette smoke, he’s pretty sure this must be Heaven.

But it’s very real, because you’re looking at him expectantly, and he realizes he has to move his feet. Dancing. Shit. He didn’t…if he’s honest with himself he didn’t think he’d get this far. He didn’t really realize that he doesn’t know how to dance, and now everyone is watching – he can see Uncle Luke grinning behind his big grey beard off to the side – and he has to move his feet. Sensing his distress, you lead the dance, and that should be humiliating, but you haven’t pulled your hand away from his yet, and he’s still so floored that he’s even here to care.

“I’m your favorite?” He asks, trying to process that monumental statement.

“Duh.” You roll your eyes fondly at him, and Kylo has to clench his jaw tight or else he’ll say something stupid, something that’ll ruin everything.

When he calms down enough, and more people join the dance floor, Kylo’s buried dancing lessons come back to the forefront of his brain, and he takes the lead once again. With a pleased sigh, you tuck yourself close to him, resting your head on his chest. He’s too tall now for you to lean it against his shoulder, but that’s okay, you’re happy just the same.

“Thank you for being here with me.” You whisper to him, gently enough so that only Kylo can hear, “I know…I know Snoke is keeping you busy.”

“Hey,” Kylo frowns at the bitterness in your voice when you mention is name, and unthinkingly, Kylo pinches your chin between your fingers and tips your face up. Your gaze has clouded with something dark at the thought of his boss, and Kylo can’t have that, so he assures you, “You’re my number one priority. Always. Snoke couldn’t keep me busy enough to miss something like this.”

You’re not so sure you’re satisfied with that answer, he can tell in the way your eyes swim, but eventually you sigh, tucking yourself back underneath his chin, asking, “When do you go away again?”

“Not for two more weeks.” Kylo hopes that’ll be enough time for you to not feel sad. It’s your birthday, he doesn’t want you to feel sad, it goes against everything he works for.

“Do you think we could go up to the Catskills?” You whisper, like it’s a secret, like you don’t go up to the Catskills for a couple weeks every so often.

“Whatever you want.” Kylo nods, and you’re appeased then, and he takes advantage of that by spinning you and dipping you, reveling in the way you clutch to him with a laugh as your stomach swoops from being nearly upside down.

And then, it strikes him that one day, maybe, maybe if he’s lucky, one day when you’re older, maybe you’ll be in love, and maybe you’ll marry him, and maybe he’ll get to dance with you like this, have your hand in his like this. That’s lightyears away, he knows, anything could happen between now and then, he knows.

But it’s enough to have this moment, however brief it may be, with his best friend, and for the first time all evening, he’s not petrified. Not when you’re smiling at him, your favorite boy.

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Taggin some Kylo lovin' friends! No pressure to read, I know that this isn't everyone's jam! @mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @lovinghufflepuffgirl @hswritingrecs @han68000 @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @schopenhauerdeathsquad @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @glassbxttless @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @kylo-ren-is-alive @caitlin-was-here @icarusinthesea

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren/reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren/you #kylo ren fluff #mob au #each eye AU #my writing #travel queue

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writingpostmidnight · 4 years

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TV Show Tag

thanks for taggin me @waterberry-strawmelon 🥰

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Tag 5 people.

realizing rn that i don’t watch a lot of tv shows???? i’ve been real into various youtubers lately & not watching actual tv

Star Trek: The Next Generation

The Umbrella Academy

The Good Place

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Disjointed (🤷‍♂️)

Who is your favorite character in 2?

i’m a simple gay. it’s klaus for sure. i mean come on.

Who is your favorite character 1?

data! he’s the reason i got into the show when i was a kid, and i still have a huge attachment to him. i see a lot of parallels in his “android trying to be human” plot and my experience as a trans person and as a mentally ill & neurodivergent kid.

What is your favorite episode of 4?

ooo okay this is hard ?? i do really like the coral palms episodes where jake & holt are in witness protection and being bc they’re dynamic is def my favorite of the entire cast. i also love almost all the doug judy episodes (except the most recent one ugh cops still be coppin).

overall though, i’d have to say season 5 Ep 9: “99.” we got rosa being confirmed bi. we got road trip content. we the squad supporting holt. good shit.

(also controversial opinion alert? i don’t like the last few seasons’ halloween heist episodes that much. i’m a Sensitive Babey and i just want them to be nice to each other. plus the way they get during the recent heists just feels kind of ooc to me?? idk)

What is your favorite season of 5?

Disjointed only has 2 seasons (or “parts” as they’re called on netflix) with ten episodes each 😔. i guess the first season, but there’s no dramatic shift in quality or whatever. the second season puts a lot more focus on romantic relationships and a realer plot & it’s fun, but i’m really just in it for the found family stoners & dumb little gags sjkssj.

Who is your favorite couple in 3?

chidi and eleanor. it’s the obvious choice, but i’m not exaggerating when i say that their romance completely changed the way that i viewed love, soulmates, and fate. before this how i used to believe hardcore in soulmates (not to knock anyone who does, i’m not the authority on the universe jsksjdks).

but chidi realizing that soulmates don’t exist in the good place when he spent his entire life wishing for one perfect person, and choosing to be with eleanor because he grew to be deeply in love with her was just *chef kiss.*

it made me realize that there’s something insanely romantic about just choosing to be with someone. maybe i didn’t know them in past lives long forgotten. maybe they aren’t a part of some cosmic plan. maybe it’s even lovelier that i’ve gotten to meet someone, to get to know them, to get close to them, to fall in love, to try, to choose them, to make them my soulmate. i’m rambling on i just loved that the good place explored that idea.

Who is your favorite couple in 2?

dave & klaus, obvi. klaus deserves l o v e

What is your favorite episode of 1?

oh there’s wayyy too many good episodes for me to figure out my absolute fave. i love love every data-centric episode tho. i also love the episodes where they time travel jdksks.

What is your favorite episode of 5?

i’d say part 1 ep 3 “rutherford b haze” (yeah this show’s about as intelligent as the ep titles would suggest). the gags and jokes in this one one crack me up tbh.

it does have a weird ‘did u just assume my gender’ seeming joke at the beginning that annoys me, but it has some trans rights jokes in other episodes so i can ignore it.

the commercial gags alway SEND me, & they’re real good in this episode.

What is your favorite season of 2?

there’s only one season out 😔

How long have you watched 1?

my family are all big fans of star trek, so i watched episodes here and there growing up, and i think i binged it in its entirety the summer after i turned eleven. i’ve rewatched it a Lot since then tho shdjshd

How did you become interested in 3?

everyone was hyped for it on tumblr, it was by micheal schur of parks n rec and b99, so made myself sit through the pilot, and then i was hooked. (actually i got bored halfway through the pilot and came back three weeks later when i finished binging b99 again and then i was hooked.)

Who is your favorite actor in 4?

andy samberg hands down. i mean come on. i think half of my sense of humor comes from watching him on SNL and thelonelyisland’s youtube channel as a kid. he’s hilarious.

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

TNG. it’s a big comfort show. it’s interesting & immersive enough to distract, but fun enough that it’s not stressful.

Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?

i’ve seen all the episodes for both! i’ve definitely rewatched TNG more tho.

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Gina because she’s not a cop jeksjsnsksn.

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

imagine: jake peralta, rosa diaz, captain holt, amy santiago, etc., all arrive to the afterlife neighborhoods so they can confront their moral failing of being cops and ascend to the good place 😍 BDBSNSN

Pair two characters in 1. Who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

honestly let geordi and data date. cowards.

Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

JDKSKSK THE GOOD PLACE BY A LONG SHOT. the good place gave me a spiritual, moral, emotional, and existential crisis. disjointed made me laugh when i was high. i love them both.

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

ugh. b99’s theme annoys me. so much brass. not a brass fan. uhh i think the umbrella academy’s theme is mostly strings and i like strings. also, tua has the best soundtrack jshdjsbd bops.

mkay i’ll tag: @winter-soltis @thelittlestspider @history-be-written @jorzuela @minniemao (ignore if u wanna)

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