#a-z affection prompt oneshot

[stayteezdreams]

Requests/Rules/Prompts

Please check my bio/pinned post about what is open and closed!

Who I Write For:

Stray Kids (all members)

Ateez (all members)

Seventeen (all members)

Tomorrow x Together (all members)

Rules:

You can request Texts/Headcanons/Scenarios for one member, or all of them~

I mainly write Gn!Reader inserts, but will also write some fem!reader or afab!reader content if photo content, or specific details are necessary (like in some camera rolls or mood boards)

I do not write full smut/NSFW. Suggestive content is okay though (meaning kissing, touching, leading up to nsfw stuff is fine).

I do not write for children/pregnancy or parent aus.

No high school aus unless it is referenced in a flashback style.

No self-harm fics (I will write comfort fics though; like skz/atz/svt comforting you after an anxiety attack, or similar prompts)

Maybe/Maybe Not:

I am not used to writing AU's (mafia aus, fantasy aus, etc). You can request them but I may or may not be able to write them depending on motivation or lack of interest (and it depends on what the au is exactly). I am interested in dabbling in stuff like demon!bias or similar.

Poly relationships (member x reader x member or whole group x reader). I may write scenarios and requests like this, but no heavy nsfw/smut and no straight up cheating or toxic relationship stuff.

What You Can Request:

Fake Texts

Mood Boards

Camera Rolls

Headcanons

Scenarios

Oneshots/Fics

Prompts:

**These are just some suggestions/ideas, you can also request your own ideas with or without prompts

Mood Boards:

Bias x Color

Bias x Aesthetic

Bias x Mythical creature/monster/etc

Soulmate AU (or other AUs?)

Boyfriend Moodboard

Etc.

Camera Rolls:

Camera roll when on a date with your bias (you can specific the date)

Camera Roll when they steal your phone.

Camera roll on wedding day

Camera roll when dating your bias

Camera roll when on vacation

Etc.

Headcanons:

A-Z Headcanons

Flirting (How does your bias flirt/are they good at it/how do they react to flirting)

Kissing (how do they kiss/when/do they like it/etc)

Your bias taking care of you when your sick/Taking care of your bias when they're sick

Intimacy: How they show intimacy; physical and not.

Confession: When and how they admit their feelings for you

The moment(s) they realize they have feelings for you (pre-relationship)

The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship)

Love Languages: What is their receiving and giving love language (and how do they show it)

Jealousy: How they act when they are jealous, what would make them jealous, etc. (before and/or during the relationship)

Romance: Are they romantic, how do they show it, etc.

First Meeting + First Impression

Protective: Are they protective? How they show it. Etc.

Friends > Lovers

Love: Ways they say or show they love you.

Gifts: What kind of gifts would they give, how often, when, why, etc. And, what kind of gifts do they like?

Pet-names/Nicknames (for you and for them)

Regret/Guilt: How would they act, what would they do if they hurt you, or you had a fight (wont right for abusive styles of fighting, just general arguments and misunderstandings)

Meet-Cute: If you were to have a meet-cute with them, what would happen during and after.

Etc.

Scenarios (can be in the form of texts if wanted):

How the members (or just your biases) would react to...

You surprising them with food/present/etc

Someone else flirting with you

You being cuddly/wanting physical affection

A fight/argument

Finding you asleep in their bed

Finding you crying

Making you cry (on accident/during a fight/while doing something sweet/etc)

You not responding to their texts

Someone talking bad about you

You staying over for the first time

Finding out you have a crush on them

Finding out someone else is your bias

Realizing they have feelings for you

Feel free to give your own scenario as well!

Oneshots/Fics/Fake Texts: (1-3 prompts per request): *will be cycling these out with new ones

Angst/Emotional:

“What is it about me that isn’t good enough?”

"I'm scared"

“You left without saying goodbye.”

"Don't look at me like that" "Like what?" "Like you still love me."

"I thought I'd never see you again."

“You said we’d be together forever, but I guess forever really isn’t that long.”

Separated forcefully or for reasons you can’t control, run into each other again years later on accident.

A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay.

“What can I do to make you stay?”

“I can’t stand the fact that I can never be with you.”

“How is it that we are perfect for one another, but were not allowed to be together? How is that right?”

“I didn’t know if you’d come back.” “Neither did I.”

“I don’t remember what it’s like not being alone.”

“Why wont you let me love you?”

“You shouldn’t be with them, you should be with me.”

Person A is hiding an injury/illness, no one finds out until they collapse.

Romance/Fluff/Cute:

“If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

“Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

“Go with me?” “Only if you hold my hand.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

“I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.”

“Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

“You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

“Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

Get locked in somewhere together.

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it’s on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Size difference hug; they engulf you.

Your bias surprises you with a picnic

Secret Admirer

A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?”

A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B’s shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

You keep catching your bias staring at you from across the room, later they tell you that they couldn’t stop staring out of awe/attraction.

Your bias asking you on a date until you say yes.

Accidental confession

Over-heard confession

Your bias gets jealous

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“Take my jacket, I don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

Huddled together to keep warm.

A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else.

Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

We keep bumping into each other in random places, so it must be fate.

Humor/Crack/Misc:

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” “Why didn’t you text?”

“Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!” “I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here.” “You gave me a heart-attack!”

“Run.”

“I can’t stand you!” “Then sit down.”

“Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” “I hope the surprise involves food.”

“You wont regret it!” “Already am.”

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

"Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

“Do you take constructive criticism?” “Not without crying.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

“Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.”

“I hate that I let you convince me to do this”

“What happened?” “Do you want the long version or the short version?” “Uh, short?” “I made a mistake.” “Okay, long version.” “I made a very very big mistake.”

“I’ve been thinking-” “Uh-oh”

“Please tell me that’s not your blood.”

“Good morning!” “No.”

“What could go wrong?” *something immedietely goes wrong*

“Why are you here?” “Why are you here?” “I live here!”

“Honey, I’m home!” “You don’t live here.”

“Don’t you have somewhere better to be?” “Nope, you’re stuck with me.”

*Prompts by me, from my other blog @make-me-imagine!

[emrysaf]

A-Z Affection Prompts- Victor Creed

“Marks and nuzzling with Victor Creed? If you're still doing the prompts.”

“A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.”

 - John Stuart Mill

Your mutation wasn’t the best, so to speak. Genetically, you had a lot in common with feral types of mutants; those with animalistic qualities and high healing factors. 

Only, you didn’t heal fast from actual wounds. You had the higher healing factor than a “normal” human like most mutants, but nothing in comparison to Victor, or Logan (whom you’d only met once). Scientists who had done studies of various types of mutants and the subgroupings had said your mutation’s power was all used up in keeping you appearing like you didn’t age. It wasn’t something you could turn on or off and it didn’t come with claws or bone skewers coming out of your body. However, you did have slightly pointed ears and what appeared to be two sets of sharper-than-average canines on the bottom and top rows of teeth along with more strength than would be normal for someone of your size.

Despite how you felt you were weak or a hindrance, Victor kept you around after he had found you in a cage years ago. He was a murder machine even at the best of times, but he was your protector and friend. 

In recent years something had changed. The familial love had shifted and grew into something else. But even being with him for years, you weren’t the best at reading his emotions unless it came to rage. That one you saw a lot, never pointed at you though.

After living so long one would suppose you’d had a lot of . . . experience. That wasn’t necessarily true. Yes, you had been with people, even felt love you supposed (though it was nothing compared to how you felt about the large feral mutant), but they were few and far between. Either they began to age and wanted to settle when you knew you couldn’t or you were being hunted as recognition, understanding and acceptance of mutants fluctuated over the years of your long life.

What you did know from experience is that you weren’t some frail, breakable thing. Unless you were to be honest about your love for Creed. Then, yes, you were weak.

But these average, human men in the alley that had clear, albeit disgusting, goals? You were definitely not weaker than them. And you proved it when you beat the absolute shit out of them for their attempted gang assault. After you finished demolishing them and some of the alley walls, you wiped your bloody knuckles on the sides of your jeans. Then you buttoned up your flannel all the way since the tank top underneath had been roughly grabbed and nearly torn from your body to expose what the men were after. 

One of the men lightly groaned as he moved his head a bit, and you took a final kick to his temple as you slightly limped from the dark alley. Checking your phone you doubled down on your pace to hurry home. Victor was due home today, and you had wanted to cook something. Now you were running late.

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Regardless of the fact that you had made it home before him and started on something for dinner, (burgers if his nose was to be believed), Victor was not happy. 

Try as he might to not be possessive, Victor Creed was a territorial man. You may not be his partner, but the rule was no sexual partners in the loft apartment. A rule you made, he might add, and he agreed to out of respect for you and the bond you shared.

Now before he even makes it to the door he can smell a man? Men? And the coppery tinge of blood- he knew you hadn’t gotten any in. . . Well, a while. So he factored that as the blood smell, but another male in his home? More than one? You made the FUCKING rule.

So he was already tense as he opened the door and slammed it shut. Ready to berate you into the next life, and inevitably slut shame a bit. He was known for being an asshole after all.

But all thoughts were cut off as you turned with a tight smile to greet him from the kitchen across the open floored apartment. There was a dark bruise that looked suspiciously like a handprint blooming from under your chin and up your cheek a bit. The blood he had smelled could be seen along your hairline and crusted in your hair a bit. Quickly he took in the flannel buttoned up to the absolute top button and a tear in one shoulder seam. Then down to the hand holding the spatula you were using to flip the burgers; split skin and more dark (almost purple-black) bruising.

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Immediately you saw his angered face contort to something else as his eyes flickered around your prone form. You almost forgot about what happened in your haste to get home and start food. You had wanted to do something nicer, but burgers were always a good go-to for Victor. Burgers and beer.

Now you wished you had taken the time to shower or something before starting on the food since it wasn’t ready when he got home anyway.

Again he wore a look, an emotion settling that you couldn’t read.

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“What happened?” he grunted.

A relieved look passed over your face as you turned back to the sizzling burgers. Had you already sensed he was angry at you?

“Oh, not much. Got home late so sorry about it being burgers again,” you laughed.

“I meant the blood and shit Y/N.” Gruff as ever.

Back turned to him, he saw your shoulders tense a bit. You weren’t worried about the men who attacked you or what they thought they were going to be able to do to you. You were worried about telling him, and seeing how weak he really thought you were. All marked up and bruised after a fight with some humans? Probably would think you were pathetic.

“Uhm, well…”

A irritated ‘hmph’ came from the stock-still man.

“Some men tried to. . . Attack me. Came at me all together thinking they’d get the upper hand and get- Y’know?..” You lifted the burgers from the skillet to a plate covered in paper towels to catch excess grease.

Behind you Victor had tensed even more. Angry at what happened. Those men. Himself. 

Himself for not being there and for intending to come in and rip you a new one earlier. His inner feral growled lowly. Over the years, probably before your feelings had even shifted, he had grown attached to you in a more romantic, loving nature. But he didn’t want to hurt you. He knew what he did to other frails and knew he held you in higher regard than even himself when he realized he never wanted to see you hurt. But his inner animal was raging; some average human men had not only tried to hurt you, but force you to… to..

You were still putting the burgers together, knowing exactly how he liked his, while you talked. “Got a couple good ones in yeah, but I got ‘em all Vic. Really tore into ‘em like you taught me!” You were getting a bit giddy to regale you triumphant tale as you spun around. And he was right there. ‘Holy shit.’

Victor grabbed the plate from your hands and set it on the counter to the side, picking both your hands up in his clawed one while the other smoothed hair away from the side of your face with the bruise.

“You won?” he questioned, but your indignant reply was cut off as he raised your torn knuckles to his mouth and laved at them. Wet tongue softly grazing over the split skin in a comforting and healing gesture reminiscent of his large cat namesake. Your gasp brought his blown gaze to your own wide eyes. “Of course you did.”

“V-Victor?”

He gave a light growl that further warmed your belly as his gaze shifted back to the handprint on your neck and face. “One of them grabbed you here? Marked you up.”

Breath shaky you replied, “Yeah. Tight grip while I was getting some other guys’ paws off my undershirt. They say we’re the animals. But I won! I’m stronger than you think y’know?” 

The last bit was supposed to be a tease to hide your own insecurity, but his incredulous gaze met yours like he was having an epiphany. (He was.)

‘She thought I thought she was weak? I mean, I did. But not. . . Not as a negative thing.’

“You really are something Y/N,” he chuckled. “Much stronger than I was giving you credit for. I’m sorry.”

‘An apology? What is going on with him?’ Victor dropped suddenly on his knees gazing up at you. ‘Ahhhh!!!?? What is going on? Why is he- Wait.’

The large man wasn’t looking in you eyes anymore but off to the side with his head craned to expose the thick expanse of his neck. Submitting. To you.

“I was wrong. I’ve seen the way your gaze changed over the years. Practically fucking me with your eyes Y/N.” Your face was bright red now. He gave a low chuckle while his head and eyes were still turned away. “You weren’t as subtle as you thought you were. I told myself it couldn’t happen. That you were too weak-” 

Now the salt smell of your tears hit him as he practically felt you stop breathing and he looked up at you in a panic. Tears were welling and slowly teetering the line of falling down your face.

“No. Shit.” he groaned as he wiped his empty clawed hand down his face. “I meant. You’re healing ability. I didn’t want to hurt you. To see you in pain.. I couldn’t live if I hurt you Y/N. But me wanting to protect you like I’ve done for years made me blind the you now. Strong and capable of protecting herself despite a little pain and some cuts and bruises.”

Once he saw the shimmer dissipate a bit he craned his head again. Exposing the column of his throat once more. “I can’t stay marked up. If you tried to it wouldn’t stick. But I am claimed by you. I have been for years now. If-if that’s still what you want?”

Understanding hit you like a freight truck. Slowly you crouched, if you also knelt you would be shorter than him again, to make a point.

“No submitting. You’re Victor Creed. The Sabertooth. These- These feelings are ones we both have right?” At his nod and the curious glint in his eyes you continued. “Then it’s equal. We are equal, bub.” 

Then you gave him what he wanted. Lightly you pressed kisses to his brow, his nose, his lips and his jaw. He reciprocated in his own forceful way. Carefully your gazes met again and you gave a slight nod. You ran your nose down from where you kissed his jaw to the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. He skipped the trailing and harshly pressed his nose to the same spot on your neck, nuzzling, and waited for you to press your open mouth to his skin. 

He felt your hot tongue and groaned loudly. Then there was a slight tearing sound as he dug his sharp canines into your neck, and you repressed your scream by biting him back as hard as possible with your duller teeth. When his teeth pulled from your skin he immediately began lapping at your wound in that healing way again as your body collapsed into his.

When you gave a high whine followed by a moan Victor’s arms wrapped tightly around you and he stood to his full height with you in his hold. Sensing a shift in mood from the loving, openness to a more erotic tone, you laughed.

“Got more plans?”

Another grunt but you felt the curve of his smile where his face was still pressed to you.

“What about the burgers?” You joked.

“Fuck that.” he gave a chuckle this time, hearing your joking lilt. “Let’s work up an appetite first, eh?”

Now you giggled as he practically ran to his dark room down the hall. You were certainly up for a long night making up for lost time, and he was ready to mark you up and see your strength first hand.

[1-800-hellraiser]

Alright Lad how about a yandere David Alphabet you know from Camp Camp

Alrighty! One Yan!David alphabet coming right up! :)

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Yandere Alphabet

Requested by: Sam Clumsy (on Tumblr)

Words: 1,314

Genre: Kinda misc.

Character: David (Camp Camp)

Credit: @mo0nfairy for the Yandere Alphabet prompt!

!Tws!: Y'all already know the drill for Yandere shit

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A - Adventure (What are some things they do with their darling everyday?):

One of the things David loves to do with you most is hiking! The only downside to this is that he has to handcuff you to him so you won't leave him. Ever :)

B - Binoculars (How much do they stalk their darling? How do they go about it?):

Once David first laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to be with you. Whatever. It. Takes. He see's you in public a lot, so he managed to get your schedule for tour usual errands. Such as shopping, going to the laundromat, or even going out to treat yourself. This happens monthly.

C - Color (What color does their love for their darling represent?):

Hot pink. I say this because David's desire for you is sweet, yet passionate. 

D - Dream (What is their dream life with their darling?):

Living in a cozy house, married with a dog. David wants something very domestic to hide his demented relationship with you. So he can eventually trick you into thinking this is normal.

E - Eclipse (Do they build a relationship with their darling or hide in the shadows?):

David definitely builds up a relationship. Usually he doesn't rush anything, but you just so happen to be a bit...different. He craves you. So he tries to go as slow as possible. 

F - Fracture (How can you severely hurt them?):

If you get scared of him. He doesn't want you to be afraid of him. It hurts his soul when he accidentally makes you cry.  He'll most likely give you about an hour to calm down then try to comfort you. He'll most likely cry into you and apologize profusely. 

G - Gensis (What will life for their darling be like with them?):

David will try to keep his relationship with you as wholesome and domestic as possible. Of course he'll manipulate you into this sort of normality, he wants you to bend at his whim. He also has rules for you, like no going out without him, always having to introduce a new friend to him as well, etc. If you don't follow these rules, then you'll be punished :)

H - Headcanon (What is a random headcanon about the yandere?):

My headcanon for Yan!David is that he is actually a super unsuspecting yandere. Like, he's nice and chill with everyone around him and you. He never shows his twisted love for you in public or even around  you until you two are together. If you asked his co-workers, family, or friends about him being a yandere, they'd say it's impossible with his temperament.

I - Infatuation (When did they first realize they were in love with their darling?): 

He realizes it when you meet about the third or fourth time you meet. David's love isn't instant like other yandere's. He has to have time to think it over, you have to be the one he can spend an eternity with.

J - Jack-In-The-Box (How will they capture their darling?):

He'll wait until you move in with him. This is why he insists on you moving in with him, so you can be in his control at all times. That is, unless something else goes down. Like in the Yan!David oneshot, he has a side room in his basement he uses just in case something...not according to plan happens. 

K - Knockout (How do they treat people in their darling's life?):

He treats them with the upmost respect. He also subtlety manipulates them, just to make sure not even your closest friends or family members will believe you when you try to leave him :)

L - Lemon (How do they behave with their darling? How do they behave with others? Are they mean or nice?):

Like I mentioned above, David is so nice and charming that people fall for his guise. They will never see him as being a yandere. He's also very nice to you, unless you misbehave.

M - Moonlight (What is their innermost self like?): 

Very twisted. He wants you for him and only him. He will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to get you to be his. 

N - Nurture (How do they care for their darling?): 

David is a very physically loving person. He'll usually cuddle you to comfort you, he's also a phenomenal cook. He'll cook you your comfort/safe foods. 

O - Oasis (Where would they keep their darling?):

If you met him the natural way, in the house. He'll force you into his room if you've been particularly bad that day. If you meet a different way, in the side room in his basement. You'll probably have to stay in there for a month ir two until he can trust you enough to roam the house. He'll force you to go down there if you're extremely bad however.

P - Police (How will they protect their darling after kidnapping them?):

He'll make you stay in the basement for a month or two before he fully trusts you to be let upstairs into the rest if the house. He will kill anyone that finds out about you in the basement, no one should know about the basement but you and him. It's your little secret :)

Q - Quarter (Would they buy things for their darling? What kind of stuff would they give them?): 

He most certainly would buy gifts for you! He probably buys you lots of food and cute stuffed animals. If he knows your interests (which he probably does) he'll buy you everything he can find that relates to that interest. If you mad an Amazon wishlist for things you like, he'd probably find out and buy everything off of it.

R - Ring (How would they propose to their darling?):

He'd probably take you on a vacation to your favorite vacation spot. At sunset on a hike he would propose to you on the top of the hill/mountain you were hiking on. The ring would be a beautiful gold/silver with your birthstone in the middle.

S - Shelter (What measures would they go to protect their darling?):

We already know this man would kill for you.

T - Teddy Bear (How affectionate are they with their darling?): 

The most affectionate they can be with you. If you refuse his affection, he will of course be upset, but if he wants you to stay, he has to somewhat respect your boundaries.

U - Utopia (How much effort do they put into making their darling happy?):

David put's in all of his effort. As I mentioned, he will do anything for you.

V - Valentine (How do they act when they were first crushing on their darling?): 

He'll act very shy and cute. He will blush if he's around you, he'll stutter when talking to you, etc.

W - Willow (How much freedom do they grant their darling?):

He will grant you very little freedom. You'll be allowed out, but you have to hold his hand at all times. Unless you have to use the bathroom. There is a rare chance that he will let you go out ion your own, but that's when he knows absolutely with out a shadow of a doubt you won't leave him. 

X - Xylophone (What song reminds them of their darling?):

Fairytale by Alexander Rybak 

Y -Youth (What was life like without their darling?):

He was dead set in finding the one. Lots if lonely nights, one night stands, and blood on his hands.

Z - Zero (What will they fo if they have nothing left?):

David will probably not see a use in life anymore. Without you, he has nothing. He'd probably end it all.

[charmingpplincardigans]

Writer Tag Game

Tagged by @sullymygoodname! 

Author Name: momebie

Fandoms you write for: Many. My most current fandoms are The Umbrella Academy and Good Omens, but I wrote a metric ton of The Raven Cycle fic and that will probably happen again come November. 

Where You Post: momebie @ AO3

Most Popular Oneshot: Hello, I haven’t checked the numbers on any of my The Raven Cycle fic in a couple years, but apparently This Isn’t A Heist (aka, the one where Ronan and Adam are fake dating to annoy Declan and then real dating obvs) has 1,900 more kudos than the next runner up. So I am astounded to say it’s that one. 

Most popular multi chapter story: Without Having to Say, a The Raven Cycle Ronan/Adam college AU where Adam is a sculptor and Ronan agrees to model for a sculpture of Satan. I’m actually really fond of this one because I love both Adam’s sculptural style (I modeled his work after Claire Morgan’s) and some of my descriptions. As is typical for my TRC fic Adam is trying very hard to be understood and going about it in a difficult way. I love him.

Favourite story you wrote: I think it’s the weird TRC/BoysGirls fusion I wrote called Not a Dreamer, The Dream. Ronan/Adam, Blue/Gansey. They’re all myths and archetypes living in a strange and (I hope) beautiful world where love comes with magic and from it. I was trying to work in Katie Farris’s style, because I think it’s startling and achy and lovely and I’d love to write that way on my own. I wrote it for a friend who still hasn’t read it. I live in hope that one day she actually might. 

Story you were nervous to post: I was really nervous to post Oddities Observed, Vietnam 1968 (The Umbrella Academy, Klaus/Dave) for several reasons. The first was that the Vietnam War was a very real tragedy that still affects lots of people, most importantly the people who live there. And I know it’s a common trope in American cinema and pop culture now that always signals back to things that have very little to do with the people whose homes and land were being ravaged. I didn’t want to make light of that or hurt anyone by writing this dumb fic, which is why I shied away from showing actual combat and let it live in the stolen moments. The second was that it was my first TUA fic and posting in a new fandom is always nerve wracking. The third was that we don’t know anything about Dave! I had to make it all up and what if people hated the way I wrote him!? Luckily, if anyone did they didn’t tell me. 

How do you pick your titles: Usually it’s a lyric from a song I glom on to while I’m writing it. (What’s Done in the Dark was almost called With the Stars Pressing Down From Above OR It Matters But Little Babe before I settled on the Johnny Cash lyric, so you know, it’s mercurial until I post it.) Sometimes it’s a call back to a line I particularly enjoyed writing or another piece of art. 

Do you outline: I have started outlining in the last year or so, especially with the longer ones, but that’s because I’ve started outlining my original work more as well so that’s just becoming the Way I Work. Anything less than 6k or so is probably still just a brain dump, though. 

How many of your stories are complete? Everything posted is complete. Well, I still meant to add a fourth story to the collection of The Raven Cycle mermaid AU stories, but the stories posted are complete in and of themselves. 

In progress: I want to finish writing this follow up to What’s Done in the Dark that’s about that week Crowley and Aziraphale spend in bed together that I glossed over in that one. (Er, no actual human sex though, it’s mainly about Aziraphale and control and what happens when he can see the effect he has on things immediately. He’s used to the long game, you know? Manipulating the love in the world is all well and good until your adversary/best friend/most beloved becomes a glow worm.) I also want to finish this pre-series Klaus & Ben Best Brothers fic I started ages ago. I should do that before season 2 drops, huh?

Coming soon: The only thing getting to anyone soon is this poem I’m late on for the anthology. (So not soon enough, clearly.) Then I have artwork, and chapbooks to compile, and editorial work that I owe others. Then maybe I can think about just dicking around with fic again.

Do you accept prompts: Yes! Feel free to leave me a prompt about whatever whenever. Just know that the odds of it being written are literally 50/50 depending on my mood and what’s happening in my life at the time and that there’s a long list of prompts just chilling in my inbox going back LITERAL YEARS that haven’t been answered. But hey, maybe like Lisa you just know how to make me do what you want? Won’t know until you try! 

Upcoming story you’re excited about: I JUST WANT THE WORLD TO BE QUIET SO I CAN BE LEFT ALONE TO WRITE THIS, MY SECOND STORY ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL CROWLEY IS WHEN AZIRAPHALE’S LOVE TOUCHES HIM. JUST LET ME PINE AND ACHE WITH THESE CELESTIAL DUMMIES WHOM I LOVE. THANKS. 

Oh, and also this prompt @z-bot gave me requesting Crowley and Aziraphale in my original cyberpunk universe (AMLD). I am thinking gleefully about that every moment I can. 

I tag: @fourteenacross, @melayneseahawk, @farahandthemachine, @interropunct, and @anachronistique, and also anyone else who wants to talk about your fic! Tag me! I want to know! 

[emrysaf]

A-Z Affection Prompts

Spike - V (Vows)

Here it is Anon! Hope you and whoever else reads it, likes it!!! Like I replied to your ask, this RAN away with me. So, it is LONG. Sorry?? - EmrysA

“Vows are powerful things," he said. "They set things in motion.”

― John C. Wright, Orphans of Chaos

You knew you weren’t the first mortal that had been wooed by a demon of the night. Whether that be by an actual demon, a vampire or any and all things in between. You knew most mortals that had been on the receiving end of said wooing were very, very dead now. You also knew the type of mortal this specific, bleach-blond vampire had claimed to love before.

And if anything, you were nothing like the infamous slayer; Buffy Summers.

William “The Bloody”, aka Spike, and yourself had been dancing around each other for years. Due to your innate ‘fight’ response when confronted with a flight or fight situation, Buffy had saved you some time ago and as luck would have it you became a part of the Scooby Gang. 

However, in high school, you had been a few grades below them all and still felt like more on an outsider in the group. This would lead you to sitting just outside the group or a step back from them on “missions” which Spike picked up on.

--“Us outsiders have to stick together,” he said one day after he yanked you by the collar of your sweater to avoid getting your face scratched off by a demon.--

There had always been a sense of comaraderie; a closeness. But you could see, despite the closeness and your budding feelings, that the undead, brain-chipped man only had eyes for the gorgeous slayer. And who wouldn’t? So, you tucked it away and told yourself it was a teenage crush.

Then there was Glory and Buffy sacrificed herself.

Eventually Willow brought her back, but she was. . . Different. This Buffy seemed to, maybe, feel the same for Spike that he had been feeling for her. 

When that song and dance demon came you were more than happy that everyone else seemed to be paired off. No chance for a song to force it’s truth out of you. But before he was officially gone, you had seen them. Together. 

You broke that little bit more. No, not break. Your heart was torn that bit more.

As an outsider, without a love or a love to recover from like Xander, you could see what was happening. Like looking inside while being locked out.

Willow was losing her grip. Things had been strained before the song and dance of truth and death. Then they reached a peak.

But eventually Tara would forgive her. You just knew that look of love, despite everything they do to hurt you; intentionally or not. Like when they sleep with someone to get over someone else, and then everyone is hurt.

Absolute shit hit the fan when Warren did the unthinkable. Attempted, and almost succeeded in killing Buffy. Murdering Tara.

The Willow you know is gone. Spike was gone. Something had happened, but no one was talking.

Then, in what felt like a snap, everyone was back. But different. And the apocalypse was nigh again. Yay.

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Now, with his soul back, Spike was picking up your dance like nothing had happened over the years. Like your heart was bright, and shiny and new. No one had bothered to look outside the house at you. You who had also changed and grown in ways similar and so very different from them. Always there. Dependable.

Enough.

“Spike, what are you doing?” you mumbled in an exasperated tone. “We have stuff to do. All those teeny-boppers in there need places to sleep with pillows and blankets. We aren’t in this store to fuck around.”

While you pushed a cart through the looted store to get things to return to the Summers’ house, he was messing with a small radio in the corner. Fiddling with the knobs even though you both knew there was no station anymore.

“Trying to find some bloody music, love.” Then he seemingly gave up and let his eyes rove around. “Aha!”

His small smile was disarming as he took quick strides in your direction to reach past your face to grab a small package off a shelf. He brought it up to face you while he scanned the back. A CD. 

You were going to fucking stake him. Here and now.

Quickly, he was back at the radio and starting the CD with a light hum. Rolling your eyes you turned on your heel to continue searching the store for anything everyone would need. Your mission was aborted as a larger hand grabbed your wrist firmly and tugged you back to Spike as the first bars of Bon Jovi’s ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ started filtering through the speakers.

“Seriously William,” you intoned incredulously.

“What?” he asked with both dark eyebrows raised up to his hairline.

“That’s really enough.” You were now more upset over your aching heart than his refusal to help you search the store, as you had been a few minutes ago. And, unfortunately, you were an angry crier so you were trying to move away so as not to be caught.

But nothing really goes your way in these situations does it?

Spike had gripped both of your shoulders as you were turned back to face him, but that didn’t mean you had to look at him. You tensed up to seem more angrily-distant than you were, and prayed to whatever deity that this would be over soon.

“Okay Poppet, that’s it,” he began. “What is going on? We always find a way to have a bit of fun in the bleak. Remember? ‘Us outsiders have to stick together.’? But you’ve been avoiding me for a bit now, and just now you were angry. Bitterly angry.” 

Silence.

Another sigh from him, “It’s been like this since I came back. I know I did some things, and I have to earn forgiveness. But that’s why I got my soul? I thought you- I thought having a soul would-”

“Would what? Impress Buffy? Yeah, we all know that.” you cried out as the dam you had built completely shattered. Tear-filled eyes locked onto his, “‘Outsiders stick together’?? You left me. I was fine how things were. You loved her. You PICKED her. But at least I had you on the outside with me. Then you just left us. Me. And now you want to do this thing? Playing around on an important mission? Grabbing at me? Trying to dance to cliche rock songs? Making me- Feel. So. Much. Like it’s a game. . .”

Sobs were wracking you, and despite all you had said your body craved his for comfort. And he didn’t fail to tug you into his arms; clinging to you like you had said you were the one leaving.

“You’re right,” he muttered and you could feel the vibrations in his chest, the breath on your hair and his slight shaking as he teetered between gripping too tight and knowing his strength. “I did pick her.” 

You went to break free, but he just twined his arms a little tighter while one hand came up to cup the back of your head. “I picked her because she was unattainable, at first. The one I wanted, they were too good for me. They could escape this all if they just decided to walk away. I wasn’t going to be their chain to the horrors of the night. Then. . . Then Buffy was broken. Not quite human or whole. Like me, and I dove into it because the one I loved was tempting and pulling. But love isn’t about what’s best for you. It’s about them.”

Your sobs had died down to shaking breaths as you let yourself relax a bit. But not daring to hope.

“I’ve done terrible things. I didn’t want to be the terrible thing that happened to them. Then I made mistake after mistake to claw my way out of my infatuation. Something she, Buffy, said made me think. I could be a better man. And if I was, then- Then I may be a step closer to deserving the one I love. Getting this soul broke my mind a bit, but I found my way back. I thought I could do this right. Right by them. Start with the friendship we always had.”

“Them. . .”

“You. Always you. Even when loving you broke my heart.”

Now you shoved off his chest a bit and he let you. Hoping this was the thing that would mark your turning point. Knowing, one way or another, things would never be the same.

“I don’t think hearts break Spike,” The breathy words left you of their own volition. All your love, heartache and pain over the years coming to the surface. “Shattered things can only be broken once. But torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.” A pause to catch your breath. “How can I know? I’m not like them. Any of them, let alone a remarkable, strong, beautiful slayer like Buffy. And now? Of all times, this is when this happens. Of course. The fucking apocalypse is practically here and-”

Truth be told, he had barely heard anything after you spoke of your torn heart. The love, and pain from that love, bleeding through to his own heart and soul. And now you were rambling. His thoughts were simultaneously racing and non-existent as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Your words and breath were caught in your throat, eyes wide. But as his mouth pressed more insistently against your own all thoughts fled your brain. Your hands lifted to feather through the hair at the nape of his neck, and he groaned as his hand cupped your head again to pull you closer. 

Your lungs cried for relief and you slowly pulled away as he rested his forehead against yours.

Both of your eyes were closed as he spoke up, “I promise- No. I vow to never let your heart be torn again. To never leave you outside looking in alone. To always be there, in arms reach when you need me, love.” He took a deep breath as both of your eyes opened and locked onto one another’s again. Faintly thinking back to your rambles he went on, “You will always know. Know I love you. Cherish you. See only you. Choose you. And if this is the end. Of the world or just of our lives; I will find you. Time and time again. I vow to love you in this life and all the others we may have. I vow that I am yours. If you will be mine?”

A tear slid down his face, but his eyes only held truth.

“I always have been,” you said as you looked into your future. Your forever and always.

[emrysaf]

Excited Affection Pt.2

Sorry this took so long anon!!! I had some hardcore school/work struggles and I’ve been running on autopilot for anything else. Hope you like it!

                            “The single biggest problem in 

                               communication is the illusion 

                                    that it has taken place.”

                                                                        ― George Bernard Shaw

“D-drag her down?”

All four young volleyball men’s eyes widened once again as Asahi and Suga made slight flinching motions. None of them knew quite what they were going to do with the information they got from Ennoshita, but this definitely wasn’t on the table of options. The boys were all surprised with Nishinoya’s next words though.

“What kind of teacher says shit like that?” See, Noya knew you; probably better than you knew yourself honestly. See, you hadn’t ever been that confident, and you always thought about others way before yourself. He had no doubt in his mind that you were avoiding him for his sake due to some internalized thing you took from the conversation with that stupid teacher. ‘She HAS been avoiding me.’ He gave a sigh, turned on his heel and squared his shoulders. ‘I am SO going to kill that brat.’

“Uh. . . Noya?” Asahi attempted to gauge what the small libero was going to do. They had all seen the glint in his eyes. More an exasperated frustration that came with dealing with the same thing over and over and not the disappointed anger or bitter sadness they’d expected from him overhearing the sad news. The only reply anyone got was a dismissive wave over Noya’s head as he passed through the door.

All the boys gave heavy blinks then shrugged. This would all get figured out one way or another.

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You had decided today would be the day you were truthful about studying in the library. It had been a couple weeks since you had made the conscious decision to stay away from Noya to let him become the best he could be, and Yuu had apparently given up on trying to get you to come back to practices and games. So, understandably, you thought it safe to really study now. No longer going to practices, and doing homework there, you needed a new place to work. What was better than the library?

Wrong again.

You were tucked away in a corner work desk, minding your own business, when a familiar low-toned grumble met your ears.

“Wasn’t out in the courtyard. . . I swear if you went home Y/N. . .”

‘Noya?’ you thought. Then, ‘Oh shit! Noya!’ You started scrambling around but before you could manage to pack up and sneak off the pissed libero popped around the corner of bookshelves.

“Found you,” he muttered as you tried to steady your breathing to appear normal.

“Fu-, Uhm hey Yuu.”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” the spunky male was never one to beat around the bush, but right now you really wished he was. As your eyes widened and you went to shake your head; Noya held a hand up, palm facing you. “Don’t lie. Ennoshita said he heard a discussion with a teacher of yours.”

“I-” you were panicked. ‘I don’t want him to think what the teacher said was true! It’s not that. It’s-It’s me. . .’

“I know you, ya know?” he asked with wide eyes shining with a bit of hurt. “I know you would never think of me that way; as a drag. A weight. But, honestly, I’d rather you think of me that way than to think I consider YOU a weight on me. Because that’s what this is. Isn’t it?”

Now both of you had tears shining in your eyes, but yours were much closer to falling as Yuu’s were fading to be replaced with a bitter determination. Your watery eyes and silence were the confirmation he needed.

“Y/N,” a deep inhale to steady himself. He could do this. For you; for you to see yourself the way he saw you. No going back now. “You could never hold me back. Having you around makes me want to be better, to prove I can do all the amazing things you think I can do. I thought I was that for you too? More than being my best friend since we were babies- Y/N I love you, like, romantically. So, you could never be a weight on me or my future successes because I want you there for them.”

The silence between you two was different now. You wanted to say something, anything. But the words were stuck. ‘Terrible time to be shocked dumb Y/N!’

But Nishinoya wasn’t put off at all. Again, he knew you. He knew you would need to process this, and whatever conclusion you came to would be fine with him. Because this was all for you, to see you were never dragging him down. You, being around you, would always lift him up.

“Spring High Tournament is this weekend. Come then. Cheer me- Cheer us on?”

Like the young man before you, you understood what was said between words spoken out loud. He was giving you time to think all this through, and your heart swelled all the more. A light smile broke out as you nodded, and he returned it with a face-splitting grin as he turned to rush back to the gym.

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Family drama had kept you from getting the tournament on time, but you made it for the tail of the first set against Aoba Johsai. The second set doesn’t go well for the boys. Then it was all down to the third set. This would decide the young men’s fate and whether or not they would move on to the finals.

Kageyama. That sly motherfucker.

Your lungs were burning from all your cheering throughout the final set, but you began screaming again in elation and relief. You didn’t know if Yuu even knew you had made it but you started to make your way down the stands to get to the gym floor.

Silly Y/N. Of course the lovestruck fool knew exactly when you finally made it. And he heard all your cheers. Regardless of how you felt about him after his confession, he was grateful to see you’d come back to cheer for them all. After group hugs, cheers and saying thanks to their supporters, the boys made their way to the bench to gather up their belongings. That’s when he heard it.

“Yuu!” You were pushing your way through throngs of people (mostly sobbing Oikawa fangirls) to get to him with a bright smile stretching your face.

“Y/N!” Noya was trying to meet you halfway, but kept getting lost in the sea of people. So you would see the brown hair with a blond tuft just pop up above the crowd intermittently.

Then it was like the sea had parted to make room for your reunion, and you bolted towards him.

“Yuu!!” 

Once he saw you running to him he steadied himself to catch you as you crashed into him. With arms tightly wound around your waist he spun you quickly, using the force of your momentum.

“You did it!”

“We did it!”

“You won!”

“We won!”

“I love you.”

“I lo-” Everything stopped as your words caught up to him. “You-You love me? Like, romantically?”

Giggling, you nodded with a bright red face. Hands going to the back of his head to nervously play with the hair at the nape of his neck while your forehead dropped to his collarbone area. “Duh, romantically.”

You felt him tense, breathing practically nonexistent, and looked up. The worry that had flashed through you was swiped away at his dopey grin as one tear fell from his big brown eyes. Then he was frantically, excitedly, peppering kisses on any part of your face he could get to.

“I love you,” he kept muttering as he placed kisses around your forehead and grabbed your cheeks in both hands. Eyes locking and speaking the same thing to one another, ‘You could never drag me down.’ 

Then, like everything else he does, Nishinoya Yuu was excitedly pressing his lips to your own.

[emrysaf]

“Only You” - Dwayne... Pt. 1

FINALLY to my “only you”, caress and zzzz anon request. I am so SORRY!! - Emrys

“Sticking to one person for a lifetime is not a waste of time or lack of better ones, it means you've found your place of eternity.”

― Michael Bassey Johnson

You had agreed to join David’s gang of undead teenagers after an attack at the boardwalk left you teetering on the edge of life and death. It has been a few years, and rarely do you find yourself regretting your decision. Now is one of those rare times.

It would be nice to think that insecurities and negative thoughts fade into the background of existence when you are made immortal, and maybe they do with time, but thoughts you had while human still plagued you. Thoughts of your weight. Your appearance. Your… everything. And it was made all the worse when the realization settled in that you would stay as you were forever now.

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The night you had died had been like many other ones before that; walking from vendor to gimmicky game to another vendor waiting for ‘your boys’. 

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This is what you deemed them after a month of hanging with them when you had failed to become the prey that night. Something had been exchanged between them when the long-haired, taller blond tried to pin you down and you made direct eye contact with the only dark-haired one. The second your eyes met he had let out a strange noise and all the boys stopped in their tracks. It was the longest minute and a half of your life while the four of them exchanged glances before three looked to the bleach-blond who gave a nod.

From there they took you to a cave nearby that had a collapsed hotel inside. The dark-haired one, Dwayne, took the lead to explain everything to you. And after the one who attacked you, Paul, apologized and welcomed you to the ‘family’ with open arms. Now that you knew, the decision was up to you, and despite the longing look in Dwayne’s eyes, you had asked for more time which David gladly gave.

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It had been Marko who found you that night. 

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Boardwalk ‘bros’ had been harassing you all night. First you were drunkenly hit on. When they received a negative response the attention turned more cruel. ‘Who would want a cow like you anyway.’ ‘Barely look like a girl with the way you dress.’ ‘You a dyke? That your problem?’ ‘Some good dick can fix that.’ ‘Can’t fix the butter-face though!’ Laughing like a pack of hyenas. ‘No, that gives a bad name to hyenas,’ you thought with a chuckle. 

Your light laugh in the face of their taunts had made them switch tactics. Talking about the boys. ‘Of course since none of them are here right now.’ But the horrible comments piled on top of what they already subjected you to had been the proverbial straw. Your retaliation came in harsh, biting, words of their ineptitude and obvious dick-envy. And like all small men, they responded badly at the mention of their ‘pride’.

One of them had slapped you hard and you knew you were going to need help. You tried to run, to no avail. Then you went to scream and one wrapped his hands around your mouth and shove you hard towards the old wooden fencing separating the boardwalk from the light greenery that led to the beach. Unfortunately, the shove had you break through the fencing and tumbling down the small incline towards the sand and water. At the bottom you were laying there with a large piece of the wooden fence protruding from your side where it pierced your ribs and punctured your lungs.

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It all went so fast after, but now here you were; pretty close to the place you took your last human breath, and thinking of all the things you were stuck with now that you were undead.

Since before you were turned there had been. . . Something between you and Dwayne, and now years later it was a protective flirtationship. When you had discussed it with David, as leader, he pretty much said not to put too much thought into it since you had forever.

But here, thinking of that night and the things said to you by those men, were you the problem? Things weren’t slow, they were essentially stagnant. As you were falling into your negative spiral you heard the slight crunch of sand behind you followed by a courtesy cough. ‘Ah, speak of the Devil.’

[emrysaf]

First Ever Masterlist!!!!!!!!

I am finally getting back into the swing with writing. I am glad people are loving my Bucky Story! Glad to consider requests for multiple fandoms. What I have listed here are what I tentatively have planned for the future, but more can and will be added! <3

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**= Smut                     <3 = Soulmate fic

MCU

-Never Enough (Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt.4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18 Pt. 19 Pt. 20 Pt. 21 Pt. 22 Pt. 23 Pt. 24 Pt. 25 Pt. 26)

- Oneshots

~ Bucky Barnes

~ Steve Rogers

~ Loki

~ Pietro Maximov

X-Men

~ Peter/ Quicksilver

~ Professor X/ Charles Xavier

~ Magneto

~ Warren Worthington III/ Angel/ Arkangel

~ Banshee

~ Alex Summers/ Havok

~ Victor Creed/ Sabertooth - Nuzzling&Marks

DC

~ Shazam

~ Clark Kent/ Superman

~ Arthur/ Aquaman

My Hero Academia

~ Bakogou Katsuki - Anything (To Make You Smile) A(TMYS) 2

~ Shoto Todoroki

~ Shota Aizawa

~ Hitoshi Shinso

~ Tomura Shigaraki/ Tenko Shimura - Atrophy & Rally <3 (Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9 Pt. 10 Pt. 11 Pt. 12 Pt. 13 Pt. 14 Pt. 15 Pt. 16 Pt. 17 Pt. 18)

~ Dabi

~ Amajiki Tamaki

Haikyuu!

~ Kageyama

~ Asahi

~ Sugawara

~ Daichi

~ Bokuto

~ Nishinoya - Excited Affection Pt. 2

~ Hinata

~ Yamaguchi

~ Tanaka

~ Akaashi

~ Kuroo

~ Kenma

Fire Force

~ Shinra Kusakabe

~ Shinmon Benimaru

~ Vulcan Joseph

~ Karim Flam

~ Takehisa Hinawa

Teen Wolf

~ Stiles Stilinski

~ Theo Raeken

~ Brett Talbot

~ Derek Hale

Kingsman

~ Eggsy Unwin

~ Charlie Hesketh

The Lost Boys

~ Michael 

~ Dwayne, Jaguar Dreams <3 (Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6)

~ Paul

~ Marko

~ David

The 100

~ Murphy

~ Bellamy Blake

~ Roan

A-Z Affection Prompts (One-shots, HC, Short stories)

A-Z Affection Prompts List

1. Spike (BTVS) - Vows

2. Nishinoya (Haikyuu!) - Excited Affection Pt. 2

3. Victor Creed/Sabertooth - Nuzzling&Marks