#( dane. )

[hungrydogs-if]

*Someone tries to heavily flirt with mc who is ace/demi.

Mc turns their face towards ro and whispers

"fuckin help me!"

dane panics and either barks at the person or punches them in the face. what? you were uncomfortable, it was the quickest way to make them leave you alone, right?

mona grabs them by the neck with a menacing little smile and a "fuck off", will even go as far as to escort them away and toss them into the nearest idling car.

sam would make up a very frantic excuse and pull mc away, only to reveal that they were acting. will commit arson for better believability if necessary.

angel would initiate parent mode. does your mom know you're harassing people? where are your manners, who raised you? bam, restraining order threat.

thirteen has already pulled out their gun and pointing it in their face. people are screaming and fleeing. the weirdo is gone, leaving only one. two thumbs up.

[vicedmuses]

@courtesons asked: 16 M/M Dane, Yago, Blake, Benjamin / Your Choice (kidnapper or robber vibe)

originally, dane was there to just rob the place. he didn't think that anyone was home and the team was casing it for a while. there were a lot of lavish goods there. he didn't expect for the young man to be there though and when he caught him sleeping, he couldn't risk him catching him. dane tried to overpower him and just tie him up, but instead got aroused during the whole thing. the robber was currently having his way with the man on his own bed. "that's it. i bet you loved being used like this." he rammed his shaft into leo's hole, moving his thrusts faster. then he moved his hand over to them man's chin and neck, pulling him even closer. "you feel so fucking good."

[zoeylcwrencearchive]

PICKING UP FROM HERE • @danebyers

And you shouldn't lose sleep over people you don't even like. I've always liked the whole idea that you shouldn't care about what anyone says, because a lot of the time the judgement comes from people you don't care about anyway. Exactly. And I agree. You can't really find charm in the new cars like you can in the older ones. I always love hearing the car's journey, too, when you've got an older car. I really do wonder how art thieves can do it. I always wonder if it's like those spy movies. Where you come down from a rope and just take it. I'll see what I can do!

[onethrills]

closed starter ft. @holylace.

“May I come in?” A soft question asked with just the right amount of respect, one of his hands against the door where he braces a lean body, and his opposite one wrapped around the neck of a wine bottle. He’s owed him one for a while now, and he doesn’t want him to think that he’s forgotten. About anything. Stalling where he’s standing between the hallway and Valentine’s room, Dane cuts dark eyes in his direction, not quite able to meet his gaze, but at the very least looking at his lips. Memories trickle in through the haze of his own crowded thoughts, memories of skin and of taste, of sound and touch. They haven’t spoken since that night, and it’s past time that they did. “Please.”

[lightpatch]

Cold seeps in through the cracked open window, and Dane sits on the sill, curled into the glass like he means to fall through it. He misses him, is the thing. He misses him in this empty apartment, in his chest, deep down in all of the dark places that have ached for him every single fucking moment since they met. Thinking back on them in the car, on them the first night, he regrets how they came together, but he doesn’t regret that it happened. He doesn’t regret that he came to know him, because even if everything is ending in desperate heartbreak, it’s okay. He had him. He has him, forever, trapped behind his ribs and between the beats of his heart.

Phone in hand, Dane’s long fingers hesitate over the ‘call’ button for what feels like the hundredth time. His throat is thick with it, and he knows that he isn’t supposed to. He knows that he isn’t supposed to do this, be like this, call him when he’s low, when he’s needy. Still, there’s a moment of desperation that temporarily takes him over, and he finds himself tapping that green circle and bringing the phone up to his ear despite it all. “Pick up. Please.”

[bedford-dane-blog]

the three musketeers, ready to take over belgium

[hungrydogs-if]

He always liked following your orders. SAY LESS dane i order you to marry me chop chop

ooo this makes me wanna write a marriage pact from their youth or something hm hm, something something, both single by thirty, something something, marry your best friend, ???, profit.