#a smol drabble for u

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Whumper as a punishment introduces whumpee to a animal/insect (spider,snake,?) they are really scared of, whumper let's it lose on whumpee . Despite being harmless whumpee is really scared of it.

Possibly the whumper and whumpee being Zayne and Jay 😁

"Shh, don't make any sudden movements now. You'll never know how it's going to react," Whumper taunted, taking full advantage of Whumpee's fears.

Even without that warning, Whumpee completely froze up. The snake slithered from Whumper's hands onto their schouder. They squeezed their eyes shut but couldn't block out the cold and heavy sensation sliding over their schoulders, the scaly touch to the back of their neck. They flinched and let out a squeaky hiccup when the snake's tongue flicked against their jaw.

"Now not to worry. This snake doesn't bite. Or, well, it could snap at you when you're not careful but it's not poisonous. It's a constrictor snake," Whumper said as the snake slowly but surely wrapped itself around Whumpee's neck.

Whumpee shakily brought their hands up, but they didn't dare touch it let alone try to pull it away.

"Don't bother, love," Whumper said, hum in his voice and watching on to see what happened. "Once it actually decides to start squeezing that soft neck of yours, neither of us can do anything about it. Its muscles are too strong."

"P-please," they whispered, "please, take it away."

"Not yet, darling, not yet. Let's see if it considers you a prey."

[cosmicstarlatte]

Belphie being mean and pinching readers nose while she's sucking him off and not letting off until he finishes🥺?

-From: Goodgirly🔒

18+ nsfw, minors do not interact // dubcon, mean belphie, degrading bj, tears

"Mm...you can do better than that."

Belphie disappointedly looked down at you as he slid his cock out of your mouth and slapped it against your cheek a few times while you coughed and gasped for air.

He sighed. "Let's try again before I get soft."

Before you could take another deep breath, his hand found itself on the back of your head, while the other guided his thick cock between your swollen wet lips once more. He let out a small content hum as you gagged, your warm throat squeezing around him.

He peered down and grinned when he saw the tears in your eyes and the way you struggled to breathe. He could feel his cock getting harder. Now they're getting somewhere.

Belphie kept his hold on your head and with his other hand he pinched your nose, cutting off the only air supply you had left. You dug your nails into his thighs and struggled as your loud wet choking and gagging filled the room. Belphie let out a low groan as he fucked your mouth.

"Fuck! You look and sound so much fucking better like this."

The fat tip of his cock abused the poor narrow walls of your throat with each thrust. Big fat tears rolled down your cheeks as he continued pummeling into your face, balls slapping against your chin. You tried to push against his arm, his thighs, anything to at least let you breathe a little but his strength was unmatched compared to yours.

"Hah...! You can breathe when I'm done! Oh fuck, fuck, almost there—!"

With a few more harsh thrusts, his hand finally let go of your nose as he reached his peak. He moaned as he spilled his cum down your throat; while you desperately breathed in as much air as you could.

Once he was finished he slid his cock out and admired the piece of work left on the floor.

Your hair was a mess, tears still running down your cheeks, and drool covering your chin all while you coughed and gulped in globs of air.

Belphie could feel his cock stirring once more. ⬦

[seiwas]

to that anon who just asked me smth abt the col couple!! i am thinking whether i should ans ur ask now or later on—but i may be cooking smth up related to what u asked!! 😳

[jungshookz]

smitten mean jimin is … 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ it would complete my life if u had made a smol mean jimin drabble 😫😫 love love loveeeeeEeew ur works and have been reading for a long time!

“watch where you’re going!” jimin snaps, adjusting the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder before scoffing, turning to look down at where you are on the ground 

there he was, just minding his own business and making his way to class when all of a sudden you decided to ram yourself right into his shoulder and knock yourself to the ground 

and not to mention, he did upper body yesterday at the gym so his shoulders are particularly sore today! 

god

some people are so inconsiderate 

“watch where i’m going? you’re the one who shoulder checked me-“ you grumble, picking your textbook up from the ground and dusting it off, “thanks for offering to help pick my things up off the floor, by the way, really courteous of you-“ 

“i didn’t shoulder check you, you were literally in my way-“ jimin pauses, bending down to pick up your student ID by his boot before bringing it up to look at it, “y/n y/l/n.” 

“oh, fantastic. now you know my name and you’re going to send your people after me, princess. give me that-“ you snatch your ID from his slender fingers before slipping it into your back pocket, “thanks for making my first day here so lovely, sir.” 

“sir- i’m- we’re practically the same age!” jimin rips his sunglasses off with a scoff

sir??

SIR????

his skin is plush and bouncy and glowing and he doesn’t get a snail mucus facial every week to be called SIR by someone whose skincare routine is probably just using the generic drug store brands and rubbing that in with hard tap water 

and if this is your first day here then it makes sense as to why you don’t seem to know who he is 

because everyone on this campus knows who he is 

“yeah… it’s okay to dress your age, you know. getting older is a graceful process, truly-“ you shrug with a shoulder and jimin feels his grip tighten around his bag strap

“we are the same age, i saw your graduation date on your ID-“ he snaps, faltering a bit when he feels your gaze pinning him in place a little, eyes peering at him through your lashes before you blink twice and offer him a sweet smile 

“i skipped two grades in high school. maybe we’re graduating the same year but we’re certainly not the same age. and you know what- now that i realise you are much, much older than me, i will go ahead and apologise to you for bumping into you. we really do have to be more caring towards our senior citizens-“

“you- i don’t know who you think you are-“

“well, you already know my name is y/n y/l/n, so do with that information what you will.” you chirp, spinning around on your heel, “see you around, sir!” 

for the first time ever, jimin is rendered speechless as he stands there with his mouth agape and his sunglasses in his hands

did you just- 

are you- 

who are you-

what the hell just happened?!? 

🎙️ ask jimin where his sunglasses are from (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this!) 

[lostsprit]

a new au (had a field day with this one)

this one I call mafioso stan au. See if u cant tell stan joins the mafia. Like stan is the mafia boss. You know I though this one would be taken but I guess not. Like in the way have a fic or two for it but I was unpleasantly surprised. And the devil in my head was going write write . So a smol drabble for u :

Ford see the building and takes in a sharp inhale "hes family,he wont bite .... probably " . He see two men guarding the building both towering over him. (He was 6'3). One exclaimed" another one of those posers.... heh, they dont learn, do they" the other man gave an affirmative nod, before shoving ford to the sidewalk.

"Hey" ford exlaimes." I'm just here to meet ma brother. He must be a goon here or somethin' ". But before the two men could reply a gruff voice interrupted their conversation"send the guy" he could identify the voice anywhere . It sounded a little gruff but puberty and all. And then he saw his baby brother who he still believed was a small goon or cashier or something just walks out in a suit.

He was going for badass you know but when your literal twin stands in front of you u dont do badass. He fixed his clothes and addressed the elephant in the room" hey ford" . Ford replied as any normal man would when finding out his brother joined the mafia" what the Fu*k stanley".....

I am spent , hey if you have any questions feel free to ask..

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ohhh my god steve wrecking his lil self because he can't help himself, can he? 🥵 🥵🥵 his cock being so big that you can see the shape of it on steve's belly? the way his hands can wrap around him so easily? i completely understand the urge to mess himself up like that 🥴🥴🥴 also damn, the fleshlight description?? knocked me tf out omgggg

i'm in loveeee, imagine if bucky walked in on this scene, smol!steve would be in so much trouble... 👿

(mwah chefs kiss mr s, thank u for the horny selfcest thots 💗)

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I'm so glad you enjoyed that little drabble!

The fleshlight part was my favorite to write 😏 I was just imagining nomad Steve towering over his younger self, all rough edges, bearded, and thick. The bigger man is growling and handsy--feral, really. He's on the very cusp of being too fucking demanding and pushy 'cause he knows exactly how far he can bend his younger self before he breaks him.

Christ, maybe he wants to break him.

He feels his lust so hot and thick in his veins; he's out of his mind for consuming his younger self, swallowing him whole. Well, swallowing maybe later, his younger self's dick is the perfect mouthful--not throatful, mouthful--and he might as well take advantage of it. It's so easy to take all of him, overwhelm him.

But, fuck yeah, bigger, broader, hairier, and more deranged nomad Steve using his younger self like a fleshlight. Digging his paws into his lithe hips and dragging him down onto his cock, forcing him to take it deep until he's choking on it. It's bulging his tummy, and he swears he can taste it in the back of his throat. Younger Steve doesn't want to admit weakness, but there's only so long until he can't help it. At first, he's quiet, only letting out little grunts and bitten off groans, but as nomad Steve grabs and hauls him back and forth, using his slim body so thoroughly, fucking him for his own pleasure... younger Steve cracks, he whines.

The next whine builds into something choking and embarrassing, his eyes watering with the fullness, the pressure. He feels like he's going to burst at the seams with cock. It's already too much, it's too good, it can't get better but it does. Devastatingly, it does.

Nomad Steve was plowing him standing at the edge of the bed, not thrusting into him but rather dragging his younger self back onto his cock, statue still while younger Steve gasped from the friction-burn heat all over his crooked back but suddenly he is moving. He's picking little Steve up and holding him on his dick like he weighs nothing. And he doesn't. He doesn't weigh anything. The only thing left is sensation--the heavy, thick sensation of nomad Steve's cock shoved impossibly deep inside him. Deep. Deeper when nomad Steve kneels on the bed, spreading his tree-trunk thighs and sprawling his younger self across them, his thin legs loosely thrown around his muscled waist and drags him up.

Impaling him.

Spearing him.

Fucking him deep, making his body squelch. He feels like a toy. He doesn't need to do anything, he needn't move, he just, just... he just lays there, neck limp, mouth open, choking, his arms spread wide, hands twitching in loose fists, gasping harshly, while nomad Steve squeezes at and takes hold of him. Younger Steve isn't even sure nomad Steve is trying to make him orgasm, he's pulling him back onto his cock like he's just selfishly trying to get himself to cum. It's like younger Steve doesn't matter. He doesn't. He's just the toy. Just there to be used, tight and wet and a means to an end.

Guh.

He's a fleshlight. A little doll. A toy.

Oh my fucking god, don't get me started on what would happen if Bucky walked in! Charming, golden, boyish Bucky from before the war confronted with brick shithouse Rogers? He wouldn't know what to do with himself. He's not used to feeling like a twink, but next to this version of Steve? God, I think he'd be squirming and panting, eying the treatment his Stevie's getting and begging for the next ride.

Use him, too! Fuck. Use him, fuck him, and put his Stevie on his dick while it happens--Bucky on his back, taking it from nomad Steve missionary style with younger Steve between them, the filling in the sloppy sandwich--they'll be a pile of mush underneath big man Rogers. Whining and whimpering while he grabs and takes, grunting, biting, and sweating as he works them both over 😮‍💨😮‍💨

(Thank you for enjoying! I've been in a sort of funk with some of the last few writings I've done here and what's happening with my next fic, I feel like they haven't been good at all, so it's nice to hear otherwise, lol)

[amywritesthings]

Mother did u say an EVENT FOR SU?

WELL I MEAN I CONSIDERED IT but I'm not sure if it would take? Maybe not like, a true event since I leave Monday at like 6AM to do my work travel/conference -- the timing is unfortunate -- but I thought about doing like a 'Happy 1-Year SU!' post on Sunday inviting anyone to send questions, songs that remind you of the story, or one-shot or drabble requests within the universe that I can fulfill.

But yes no not like an event-event but something smol.

[esposadejoyhuerta]

wands navigation pt 2

Enemies to lovers: say my name , bulletproof , accidentally on purpose , right answers wrong qs , 

College/HS AUs: this whole things feels like jim and pam pt 1 . pt 2 , better gfs , wanda's new interest , she's evil , reality, prom , backseat rider , go w me , i bet i love u , 

Moodboards: festival date , jealous emo wands , learning magic , first date , house party

The occasional fluff/overall giggly stuff: send you my love on a wire , mirror mirror series , charmer , terms and conditions , moody witch , love slideshow , drunken confessions drabble , cute lizzie pic , dr's in . pt 3 . pt 6 , red wine supernova , truth by liquor

Smut w some plot: the other woman (variant) , date nights , drabble , another drabble , mommy wanda drabble , kinktober hair pulling (variant) , emo wands drabble , another mommy wanda drabble , smol drabble , my best girl , christmas angel, recipe for disaster , truth or dare , trouble in paradise , nonsense , another emo wands drabble , in touch w you , best friends , interactive fic , giving into temptation , only fans , diner

Serious stuff (like suicide, abuse, etc): the children we used to cry for

[idyllwave]

I just read the Jing yuan fiercely one shot and he’s so sweet and cuteee. I feel like this man can both be sweet and vanilla and mean and spicy too. I luv him a lot.

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It’s also been a while since I played piofiore and only noticed a couple similarities with pure imagination after re reading. Honestly I would’ve married pure imagination! Jing yuan in a fcking heart beat. Say less sir and get me the marriage contractttttt.

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I was also reminded of a scene in piofiore, yang gets jealous after mc wore a tight cheongsam so he ripped it off her and got her a new one. I think I can totally see pure imagination blade doing that!!

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As for emperor au side story, I would luv to see yuan and past life y/n scenes and how Sunday chose y/n to be the sacrifice out of every one.

And as for a theory on why blade and dhil are also going for the keys…I think it’s either:

1. Sunday is forcing/threatening them

2. Sunday tricked them / manipulating them to work for him. (I think this is most likely)

3. If the theory that dhil and blade were the cause of robin’s death, then it’s either they want to make it up to Sunday by helping him revive robin.

This theory might be partly true but I don’t think that blade would willingly hand over his body to be used as a vessel for Sunday so I think it’s mix of theory 2 and theory 3. Where blade agrees to help Sunday collect the keys out of remorse but he doesn’t know that his body will be the vessel for Sunday’s revival

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Honestly Sunday, u fcked up biiiiiiigggg time. He’s gonna be going round 2 with Jing yuan again so I assume he’ll be using y/n as sacrifice again, great job Sunday.

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I also feel like Jing yuan kinda fcked up like you had absolutely zero drawing or portraits of past life y/n???? Really bro? I would like a scene where he feels really really bad at himself for treating y/n like that 😤😤. Cuz I’m pissed at him on his behalf

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Fei xiao seems to have y/n’s best intention at heart for now…buttttt, she still sides with yuan so I wouldn’t trust her so easily. So maybe a smol scene where y/n tries and fails to intimidate fei fei?

Honestly I would like to see fei fei vs Yuanie, the hyperactive dog and the eepy cat. Place your bets ppl!!! It’s gonna be a very heated fight.

I can also see fei teasing yuan for being too slow since lore wise she’s supposed to be super fast like the wind n all. Maybe she’d hold y/n’s waist while saving her from a fall or an assassin and Jing yuan would be silently seething in the background.

I’ve also been thinking about y/n going on a picnic with geppie and fei while ditching Jing yuan (he deserves it!)

Or a scene where y/n ends up injured or falling a sleep so fei fei carries her princess style 🤭🤭

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I can think of similar scenes when fei fei is jealous too.

Maybe y/n is getting a bit too close to geppie or some poor servant boy so fei and Jing yuan have a temporary truce to cook up some plans.

I can honestly see the 2 of them being the duo who throws hands for y/n.

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I loved the mafia Jing yuan Drabble so thank u for writing it mwah. I like the way he’s so convincing and basically the master of gaslighting, guilt tripping, manipulating and lying.

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So far we have…

Sunday, master of understatement

Blade, master of ‘I can’t act but I can’t say that to y/n’

Jing yuan, cat/ lion boy but also very bratty and mean

Fei fei, wolf/ puppy or dog? Very cutesy and I can see her being so happy to meet y/n

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I also wanted to ask if you have some mydei or Phainon fics cooking? I would love to see a Mydei fic where she saves Mydei when he was a child since his father tried to kill him.

I hate that hoyo really pushed mydei’s back story to the side and only left up the players to discover it from the puzzles, letters, and flash back crystals in castrumn Kremnos. Like bruh, the writers made such a great backstory for him only to let it collect dust. Very sadge

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And definitely don’t forget to eat!! Working on an empty stomach sucks and maybe a snack in your work bag in case you forget lunch. Stay healthy and fed!! I hope you have a good day ❤️❤️

XD I've been writing so much red flag!jy that I felt that sweet jy would be a nice change of pace even if it's only in a oneshot lol

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Honestly same!! I would of married jy too in pure imagination XD blade would scare me too much and dan heng would of ticked me off with the whole coat fiasco at the tailor shop lol

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😳 blade would definitely do that lmao

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I will say that Blade doesn't know that his body will be used as vessel (neither does dhil)

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Sunday just wants his sister to come back 🥹 granted he should just let the dead stay dead, but oh well-

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To be fair, past jy felt like he didn't need that type of stuff like kind of how he and y/n were always living in the moment and not taking pictures of everything type of deal

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Fei vs jy, I wonder who'll come out on top when it comes to y/n 🫣🤭

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Lol, fei getting jealous and teamping up with jy would be cute

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I'm glad you liked the mafia boss!jy drabble!!! ^-^ I'm glad I was able to write him in a good way lol

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Such a reliable cast we have here 🤧

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I have both a mydei fic and a phainon fic in the works!! I hope to get them out soon ^-^

Mydei deserved better fr!!

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I'll try not to forget to eat this time!! XD

[heartsdefine]

a smol message for personal blogs;

hello! thank u for showing an interest in my blog. i'm happy to have u along for the ride, but i do ask that you abide by a handful of rules.

pls feel free to like any of my posts if you want! it's fun for me to know there's ppl in the larger fandom who enjoy what i'm doing w/ these stories and/or characters. however,

pls don't reblog my writing. this includes headcanons, drabbles, roleplay replies, metas, etc. i would like to keep them on my blog and away from the Fandom At Large.

pls also don't reblog my ooc posts, as i'm hoping for them not to break containment (which can make it hard to keep track of what replies i owe to my partners)

that is all. ty in advance for respecting my requests. <3

[r3g-p14y3r]

Ooo! Thanks for tag Amary, it’s nice doing these lil games.

The last song I listened to was Peas and Love by Bear Ghost! I’ve…been playing it on loop for the past several days. When I do chores, when I write, when I’m gonna go to sleep… seems it’s gonna be my sole song for a while, snrrk.

Favourite colour’d be light pink!

Currently reading: Uh- hm. Well, it was just me looking over my drabble of Gun and 713 again. Don’t got a title.

Currently watching: Mm, I haven’t gotten back to it in a while, but Transformers: Prime.

Last movie: World War Z, I think it was? That was a few months ago and my memory sucks so.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: NOM. NOM NOM NOM. That is your answer. :>

Current obsession— DON’T DO THIS TO ME AAAAAAAAAAAaaokay fine. It’s Gunvor and 713705. I’m obsessed with my own OC and my mutual’s. I am invested. I have so many ideas in my brain. Like that angst writing. And the silly smol Gun. And an animatic but I have no skill in that so I’ll just be imagining it over and over again.

Tea or coffee? Well, I’d choose tea (chai chai chai chai CHAI CHAI CHAI CHA-). Coffee makes me tired!

Last thing you googled: I…don’t really remember. One of the recents was blacksmith tools though. :>

I choose you! @capring @morning-sweets @gyxtar0luvs @cosmic-quakes @anis-sketches @itsmuffiiee @u-lemo @nebula-remnants @fishydaycare

[tag nine people you want to get to know better!]

Tagged by: @nowiknowthislooksbad HEHE tyy!!

Last song: Something Has to Happen (Mr. Scoops)

Favorite color: Pink :) like pastel

Currently reading: Krakoa-era x-men comics! Specifically x-men, hellions, and Wolverine

Currently watching: Finished Wolverine and the X-men a lil bit ago, haven't dedicated myself to anything specific since :) been thinking abt picking Miami Vice back up!

Last movie: Transformers One (i need to see it again)

Sweet/ Spicy / Savory: Sweet !! I don't do well with spicy :(

Relationship status: Singleee

Current obsessions: X-men and the DCA!

Tea or Coffee: ough, Coffee but I drink a lot of sweet tea too

Last thing you googled: snake skeletons for art reference!

tagging (no pressure!!!)

@sinisternoodles101 @forgetmenautical @mitathemita @bionicboxes @biggiesnails @amarynthian-fortress @chickenchirps27 @crystalmagpie447 uhhhh and anyone else who feels like participating!! Sorry if any of you guys already got pinged in one of these <3

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One of my fave whump writers writing robot whump is so real yes u r everything i am very normal ab it and not at all overjoyed to an unnatural extent i promise

Making one of your fave followers so happy with a smol thing <3

I had a lot of good (evil) ideas before bed, and of course, I didn't write them down because "I'll remember them tomorrow". Yeah.

I don't have drabbles yet, but I'm gonna set up a prompt list :3

[m-ete0ra]

This was for @katsukikitten birthday <3

Here is the colored version I am personally however more of a sketch girlie

[taegularities]

Hi rid! Today is my birthday and I was wondering if u could write me a drabble about ruined oc and tae (or anything to be honest your works are amazing I'd love anything u write anyways!) ? 🥺 Ofc that's only if you want and have the time to! It would be the best present ever! ❤️

Ps: you're my fav writer i enjoy everyone of you're work you're amazing!

OH MY GOSH I KNOW I'M WEEKS LATE, BUT !!!

also omg, i wish i could write u a drabble, but in all honesty, i'm super out of writing juices these days and have barely written anything in the last few weeks 😭 i'm so so sorry, i feel so bad, my brain is just so foggy atm :(((

and ahhh thank u so much !! super happy u like my stuff, u're amazing too 😭

[abyssmalice]

(sometimes i wish i didn’t rp both my tonia muses bc i cant really make them interact with each other iudcuayguaysgasyu)

[smolbeandrabbles]

Be Kind - Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x Reader (Animal Kingdom)

GIF CREDIT: X

@mandy23b​ @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #mendotagsquad

Andrew Cody + 65 -  “I don’t want you to stop” Requested by @mandy23b​

Author’s Note: Was Andrew also the last S/V I finished? Not that he’s the last I posted of either this or those! It’s cuz I really need to focus. Thank you for letting me talk through ideas for your own request Amanda. I know you saw the scenarios as separate, but I think I found a good way to meld them! 😁🙏💙 I hope you enjoy!!

I also hope that the GIF choice is satisfactory! 😉😉 This is the “Gratitude” of this request challenge - there is 12 lines of dialogue. That’s it!

Disclaimer: Animal Kingdom characters not mine / lyrics not mine / gifs not mine

Premise: Andrew’s never really been the affectionate one, this you know. But it’s starting to get worse, and you’re starting to second guess yourself...

Words: 2494

Warnings: N/A no I really mean it!

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Wanna believe, wanna believe That you don't have a bad bone in your body But the bruises on your ego make you go wild, wild, wild, yeah Wanna believe, wanna believe That even when you're stone cold, you're sorry Tell me why you gotta be so out of your mind, yeah

I know you're chokin' on your fears Already told you I'm right here I will stay by your side every night

I know you need, I know you need The upper hand even when we aren't fighting 'Cause in the past, you had to prepare every time, yeah Don't wanna leave, don't wanna leave But if you're gonna fight then do it for me I know you're built to love, but broken now, so just try, yeah

I know it's hard for you, but it's not fair Going sick in the head tryna get you there And I know it's hard for you, but it's not fair It's not fair

I don't know why you hide from the one And close your eyes to the one Mess up and lie to the one that you love When you know you can cry to the one Always confide in the one You can be kind to the one that you love

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The ride was quiet. These days that wasn’t unusual – especially as you and Andrew were the only ones in the car. He could pretend that he was concentrating on driving, and you could pretend you were analysing the job in your mind. Andrew had never really been one to celebrate your success quite like his brothers did, maybe they’d raise a small smile out of him; there’d be an element of ‘joy’ there somewhere and you could revel with them. If they weren’t in the other car heading home then at least they would deflect from the silence a little, even if your own cheer would have been half hearted. He pulled his car into your drive and waited a few moments before shutting the engine off. “Well. We’re home.” “Mhm.” You opened the car door pulling your keys from your pocket, the other boys would meet up with you later and then you’d figure out the split – but they left you and Andrew alone for anything they might assume you’d be doing. Just thinking on that as you unlocked your house made you scoff, as if this man would show you any kind of affection. You didn’t even look back at him as you opened the door and threw your keys onto the counter before taking off up the corridor dejectedly. Andrew closed the door behind him and watched you wander up to the bedroom without looking back. He tipped his head quizzically as you slipped through the door and quickly closed it without a sound. Seconds ticked by and became minutes and Andrew stayed by the door, still staring at the spot you’d disappeared from – listening to nothing but the ticking of the clock, he found himself frowning, maybe you’d be getting changed? Maybe you’d come back and join him – maybe you needed space. But he couldn’t imagine why. You never wanted space after a job, usually you wanted nothing more than to be as close to Andrew as possible. He blinked a few times, frown really setting in as he furrowed his eyebrows; not quite understanding, but knowing he probably didn’t grasp the complexity of emotions enough to ever fully comprehend the way you felt. Andrew took a breath and turned the opposite direction to you – you’d be back, he was sure about that. *** The problem was never the way Andrew was, you knew how he was. Andrew was unresponsive to most forms of affection you showed him. It was easier to wait for him to come to you – truthfully, just a brush against you was enough to know he cared. After all, Andrew was so meticulous you didn’t think he even knew how to do anything ‘accidently’. Usually when a job was over and you were still running an adrenaline high – happy that you’d been successful, and of course that both of you were safe, you liked you celebrate with him. Of course his version of celebration wasn’t to throw a party, but he would accept your happiness. You gave your love to him unconditionally – you didn’t expect much in return from him. After jobs was always a good time to sit with Andrew and cuddle him to you; maybe it was about making sure he really was okay; that you could feel his heartbeat, that if you squeezed him tight and he wasn’t wincing then he wasn’t hurt. That when you brushed your lips over his skin and ran your hands over him you could check for cuts and bruises – perhaps scars that weren’t healing. And whilst you were checking on him, you could also love on him. Andrew usually sat there and let you do whatever you wished; he didn’t stop you, he would hold you, sometimes he’d nuzzle gently against your warm skin, and if you were extremely lucky you might draw something akin to a delicate moan from his lips. But these things were only occasional – and only happened at the best of times. The past few jobs you’d been back from, Andrew hadn’t even wanted to put his arms around you, and more than once he’d simply slipped you from his lap and moved on elsewhere. You were trying not to let it get to you, but it was hard. You knew that his relationship experience was scarce, you knew that Andrew wasn’t wired like everyone else and you accepted that as part and parcel. You loved him anyway. If you were honest you weren’t sure you’d ever loved anyone the way you loved him. But it still hurt when he walked away. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t feel like he was slipping away from you – it was the thing you were most anxious of. You couldn’t lose him – and you didn’t know who he would be without you. It was getting to you now. You felt stupid for even thinking it, yet at the same time, he knew what he could be around you. When you were alone, and it was quiet in the middle of the night Andrew Cody could love you. He could say I love you and yet never need utter a word. His body fit so perfectly with yours that there was no way this could be wrong. He wasn’t who they said he was – but you were afraid that he was acting like it. Maybe you were too much for him. You would understand that, you supposed, if Andrew just said something about it. But he didn’t. If he told you to stop, you would – and you knew Andrew enough to know he was capable of doing so. Maybe as his partner you were supposed to read the signs, maybe he was too polite to tell you because of who you were. It didn’t make sense that he would let you keep doing it after that. Maybe Andrew was undecided – he didn’t know what he wanted. That would make sense, for someone who had never been in this situation enough to really understand himself in a relationship. Still, that communication would allow you to discover together – maybe a little bit of cuddling was okay, but over and over again was too much for his liking? And instead of wanting to tell you to stop he simply left you on the couch. Confusing you wasn’t going to help any situation. Confused and hurt, and maybe even upset – you didn’t want to call yourself angry… or jealous? Your concern was perhaps Andrew felt you were smothering him. His mother certainly did enough of that – and it left you uneasy that you recognised some of your behaviours in her. Andrew never seemed at ease when she was all over him – and you were second guessing if he was really comfortable with you, or if you only thought he was because you wanted him to be. What if he wasn’t? What if this was all your fault?  Still he never moved her, never ever, he just let Smurf carry on like it wasn’t an issue, even when it was blatantly obvious to you that it was. And she ignored his body language completely – the unease in his face, the tension cutting across his shoulders and keep his back near dead straight – usually you would have pointed it out, you used to point it out. Yet he was leaving you now and still letting her sit on him, arms around him for hours at a time. What happened Andrew…? Why can’t we be like that? What went wrong? What did I do wrong? All going to their house did now was leave you disheartened; seeing Smurf with him did nothing but pain you more. None of the questions you were asking yourself were good anymore – and you just couldn’t shut them out. Why bother giving Andrew any affection if he didn’t want it? Or was the real question why wouldn’t he let you love him? *** Andrew didn’t knock when he finally decided to wander back up to you. He’d given up sitting and waiting – staring at a blank television screen with nothing but his thoughts was no fun. Something was off, he knew that, and his concern for you compelled him to check in. He paused as soon as the door opened, tilting his head. You were sitting curled up on the bed, knees up, head tucked in, arms around yourself. For half a second Andrew was worried that you were crying; but he’d never seen you cry before. He didn’t think you’d start now – maybe you would, maybe you had been crying; as he listened it was clear that you weren’t anymore. He nudged the door closed with his foot and walked slowly towards you, eyes searching you for every sign you could give him about what was wrong.  Andrew sat beside you, but you didn’t move – not even when you could feel his eyes on you; possibly not quite as an intense stare as you were used to. You weren’t ready to raise your eyes to him yet. You heard him take a deep breath, and the way he shuffled to get more comfortable on the bed; his arm brushed yours – which was just about as significant as he could get. You’d only just reminded yourself; Andrew didn’t do accidental.   He drew his eyes around the room, as if the answers he sought might be here. Andrew knew better than that; he would only get solutions from you – so he settled them back on your form. “Y/N.” You lifted your head to him; looking more perplexed that he would even be here, than willing to talk to him. Andrew was relieved that you didn’t look upset – even more so that you didn’t seem to have been crying. All you gave him was silence, and he swallowed. “Talk to me.” Your eyes left his and you hugged your knees closer, resting your chin on them – you weren’t sure what you could say. Right now a million emotions were chasing themselves around your head, you didn’t want to talk at the moment that the wrong one was surfacing and get angry at him. You also didn’t want to show him that he could get to you; although you supposed it was fairly obvious by now. Faced with yet more silence Andrew tipped his head; talking wasn’t exactly his forte – but it seemed like he’d have to take the lead here. “You didn’t come and sit with me… you haven’t for the last couple of jobs we’ve worked. Why?” You noticed that ‘sit’ was the word he used, as if you’d just be sitting together like this. The bluntness of his words was fairly usual, yet they hit you differently today. Part of you wished he’d never asked. Did he not realise? You slid your knees down but still didn’t look at him. You couldn’t hold that stare for long; “You want me to stop. You can’t want me to do this, or you’d be more responsive.” Andrew drew back slightly, slow blinking. Is that what you thought? You knew him better than that, you must have known him better than that. “I just…” you opted to continue, with a shrug, “I wanted to give you space.” Andrew shook his head firmly, and his hand reached for yours. It might not have been PDA, but it was a deliberate display of affection and your eyes shot back to meet his. The blue was still intense, but the confused panic behind that beautiful colour was foreign; “I don’t want you to stop.” His voice remained firm, more like a command. You bit your lip, and despite the fact that you were fighting how upset you were, you laced your fingers with his – craving the intimacy Andrew was giving you. You held his hand tight – never wanting to let him go; “But it hurts, and I know it’s hard for you, but it just hurts…” He was never going to be the kind of man who treated you the same way you’d seen your friend’s boyfriends treat them. You knew that; but there was a difference between his stoic affections and not responding at all. And currently even Andrew must see that he’s the latter. “Do you not understand?” He leant forward, touching his forehead to yours, “You think I mind this? From you? I know you’ll respect my space when I need it…” His free hand cupped your face and he gently moved you to look into his eyes again, “What I get from you is exactly what I need. When I need it.” Andrew’s head dipped again, and his voice softened; “You know me. You know you know me.” “I know.” You agreed, “I just can’t lose you, Andrew. And sometimes I worry that I will.” His eyes searched yours in the elongated silence. You won’t stopped before it managed to leave his lips, because Andrew was once more trying to figure out the way your brain was processing his actions. Instead he said nothing, but you weren’t sure he really needed to. Andrew’s nonverbal’s were his better form of communication; and his thumb continued to brush over your cheek. “I’m-” He shook his head before you could say another word, hand moving from your face to your shoulder, pulling your body into his. You gasped, feeling your eyes begin to smart. Squeezing them firmly shut to stop tears from falling, you wound your arms around him and held him close, and so tight. Burying your face in Andrew’s neck you inhaled his scent and your fingers dug into his shirt, attempting to pull him into you as if it was possible for him to be closer. Andrew placed a hand to the back of your head, resting his head against yours you could feel his breaths cross your skin. You brought your legs up, sitting halfway on the bed and half on him as you snuggled further into his body, placing a single kiss to his collarbone. You wouldn’t put yourself all over him today – not until he asked it of you. Andrew let out a soft sound; akin to a laugh but as far as you could get from the real thing. His arms held you a little stronger than they had before, proving to you that he was here, that Andrew was just as invested in this embrace as you were. His breathing was relaxed, and there was no tension running through his body as you held him �� Andrew had let his guard down with you, if only for a little. With you was the one place he could; the one place he allowed himself to. Here in your arms he could be comfortable and warm – and make sure that you were too. You shouldn’t have to worry. He’d never leave, Andrew couldn’t leave. Because he loved you… he loves you. More than anything. Even if he couldn’t say it; Andrew Cody was glad that sometimes, at least, he could show you. ---

9/16 - A’right! It’s countdown time!!

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This man has served me pretty well since March, I have to say... And according to my draft forecast, you haven’t seen the last of him 😉