#I have a funny thought that he won't wear pants because he won't find his size.They're all too long

[bullyet]

What if...

[sturnlsstuff]

FAMILIAR STRANGER | chapter four

what's gonna happen when you find out about your enemy's biggest secret?

ghostface!chris x enemy!reader

chapter three | chapter five

— warnings; smut with plot, dom!chris, sub!reader, oral (m!receiving), pet names, bratty reader, cursing, - english isn't my first language.

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to say that you had your head in the clouds for the next two days would be a misunderstanding. you tried to focus on studying, but your thoughts always ended up around chris and what happened in your room. you couldn't believe you lost control like that. and that you didn't regret it.

keeping what happened a secret was harder than you thought. you couldn't deal with your own thoughts, needing advice, but not being able to tell anyone about what had happened. emma would freak out and you'd never hear the end of this, nick and matt... well, they're chris's brothers after all. so you were on your own in this matter.

besides, everyone thought you and chris hated each other. because that's how it was after all... right? hate with a little... physical attraction that had grown over the years.

that's it, nothing more.

you were putting books in your locker after finishing all your classes for today, the college hallways almost empty. so lost in thought, you didn't even notice someone sneaking up behind you and leaning against the locker next to you, until you closed yours, seeing chris with this stupid smirk of his.

you jumped in place, clutching at your chest, "oh my god, chris! do you want me to have a heart attack?!"

"wouldn't mind," he replies, quickly checking you out, so you did the same.

he wasn't wearing anything special, his favorite camo pants, a black long-sleeved shirt, a few curls sticking out from under his backwards cap. still, he looked disgustingly handsome.

both of you return to eye contact at the same time, chris clears his throat, "so... you have somethin' that belongs to me."

"really?"

"yes, really," he crosses his arms over his chest. then adds in a lower tone, "my mask."

"oh... right," you remember. "but, uh, it's at my place..."

"good. let's go get it," he pushes himself off the lockers, ready to go get his thing with you. to your apartment. alone. you couldn't get alone with him, and let, who knows what, happen again. you had to regain control.

you stop him by wrapping your fingers around his wrist, both of you feeling the same electricity course through your body at the sudden touch. "i can bring it to you before class tomorrow," you offer, he stares at your hand around his wrist, which makes you let go off him.

chris scoffs, moving his eyes back up to yours, "you wanna bring it here?"

"i'll be careful..."

"nah," he interrupts, shaking his head. "not riskin' it like that. let's go do it now."

"no."

"why not?"

"just no."

"but why, huh?" he repeats, taking a step closer. his eyes glistening, "you scared to be alone with me now?"

"what? that's... that's ridiculous."

"is it?" he runs his tongue across his teeth. "'cos i think s'true. you don' wanna get alone in a room with me again."

his words were like a punch in the gut, because it was true. the thought of being alone with chris in a room again was terrifying. not knowing, if you would be able to control yourself or if something would happen between you two again, was freaking you out.

"i'm not scared of anything," you say, adjusting the bag on your shoulder and crossing your arms. "it's just not the best idea."

"you weren't sayin' that while moanin' my name."

your eyes widen, "you promised not to bring this up—"

"i didn't promise you shit," he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "in fact, i think i won't ever shut up 'bout this... is kinda hard to forget, y'know—"

"chris," you mutter warningly, feeling your cheeks starting to heat up, but it didn't stop him.

"--the sounds you were makin', or how you'd taste... like, so sweet and..."

"chris!" you slap his arm, causing a chuckle to escape his lips. "this isn't funny."

"kinda is," he keeps grinning, clearly proud of himself. "relax a lil' bit, hm?"

"stop talking about that," you point your finger at him, but he just shakes his head with a smirk.

"nah, i think i'll keep talkin'..."

you raise your eyebrow, "yeah? wanna keep talking? let's talk about how you came in your pants."

the smirk fades slightly from his face, his eyes narrowing as he stares dangerously at you. "s'not fair, that was not my fault... stop lookin' all proud of y'self, kid."

"then who's fault was that? definitely not mine, i didn't even touch you."

"a'ight, but you were sittin' on my fuckin' face, yeah? it was enough," he rolls his eyes, looking around uncomfortably, but there was no one in the hallway except the two of you. "whatever. i don' have to go to your place... but m'not lettin' you bring it here either, so?"

you think for a moment, also trying to ignore his intense gaze. "i'm seeing matt and emma later, so i could give it to him behind her back somehow."

he scans your face, the wheels clearly turning in his head, until he finally nods, "fine. let's do it your way."

with that, without another word, chris walks away, adjusting the hat on his head. you let out a breath, not even knowing you were holding any.

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later that day, chris was rolling a joint at his desk when he heard a knock on the door, soon seeing nick and matt walking inside.

he spent almost an hour with them, talking about bullshit, when nick finally went to the bathroom, giving matt a chance to take the ghostface mask out of his backpack and give it to chris, who immediately stuffed it under his clothes in the closet.

matt, who chris had told a few days ago, that you know about his little secret, looked at his brother intensely, "and why was this at her place?"

chris's body tensed but played it off with a smirk, "just wanted to check if she's gonna keep her mouth shut."

"and what did you do?" matt questioned, causing chris to roll his eyes.

"you always assume the worst from me..." his grin widens. "didn't have to do anythin' 'cos she won't say shit. i made sure of that."

"how?"

"not your business," chris leans back in his chair.

"chris..." matt gives him a stare, "she's my friend, that should be enough f'you to trust her."

"i don' trust her," he admits bluntly. "but i do know she's gonna keep quiet. that's the most important f'me."

"i know she will, 'cause no matter what you think of her, she's not a two-faced bitch. and she cares 'bout us."

"she cares 'bout you and nick," chris corrects. "but s'fine with me as long as she keeps her mouth shut."

matt sighs in annoyance, knowing he won't be able to change his brother's mind anyway. chris runs his tongue across his teeth, leaning his head back, "did she, uh... she said anythin'?" his tone too casual. "when she gave you my mask back."

"oh, yeah," matt nods, a little smile playing on his lips. "she said that next time you leave somethin' at her place, she's throwing it to the trash."

"actually?" chris raises his eyebrows amused, then scoffs, trying to hide it. "she's, like, insane."

"who's insane?" nick asks, walking back to the room and flopping on the bed next to matt, who quickly communicated nonverbally with chris.

"y/n," matt admits, chris giving his brother a warning glare.

"oh, what did she do now?" nick asks with a small smile, looking at chris. "i heard you annoyed her bad, recently."

he raises his eyebrow, "me?"

"yeah, you, moron, who else?" nick rolls his eyes, getting more comfortable on the mattress. "you pissed her off so much, she accidentally called me by your name when she was mad."

chris nearly chokes on air, "what?!" nick nods, finding the situation funny, while chris felt like he was dreaming. you never, ever, confused the triplets, even at the beginning after just meeting them, you had always been able to tell them apart and never confused their names before. "how?!"

"i gave her my drink and she said 'thanks, chris'," nick shrugs his shoulders, unaware that this was a big deal. though matt was looking at his brothers, listening carefully, and slowly connecting the dots.

you finding out about chris being a ghostface killer, him 'taking care' of it, then leaving his mask at your place and now you calling nick 'chris'? something was definitely up. matt just didn't really know what it was yet.

"so?" nick waits impatiently, "what'd you do?"

chris asks instead, "when was that?"

"i don't know, like, two days ago?"

two days ago, when chris would climb through your window, to ask if you said anything to nick, because he's been acting weird. and you said no. chris now knew it was a lie, you literally got their names mixed up.

chris had a million different thoughts at that moment. how did it happen that you confused his brother' name, who was your bestfriend, with his name? was it because you were thinking about chris so much, or were you actually annoyed and it slipped out of emotion? to be fair, he's been pissing you off a lot, so he wouldn't be surprised if you accidentally called someone his name, when you were angry. though it never happened before, and it happened a week after the first kiss, so maybe you felt as strongly about it as he did? and did you also think a lot about what happened in your room two days ago or not really?

it's not like he cared, but his mind wouldn't shut up.

chris eventually comes back to reality, realizing his brother's are staring at him, waiting for some kind of explanation. clearing his throat, he simply says, "yeah, i pissed her off a little. nothing new, y'know. can't even blame her for mistakin' our names."

it was enough for them to change the topic, though chris's mind swirled only around you for the rest of the evening.

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days passing and chris was losing his shit, at night not being able to stop thinking about how it felt to have you sitting on his face, or the fact that it made him cum in his pants, something no girl had ever managed to do to him before. he was glad that you're unaware of that fact, your ego was definitely high already.

it was finally friday, meaning a themed birthday party at the frat. everyone was excited, the house was decorated and ready, but chris was pissed off, walking into his room and slamming the door behind him. he went downstairs for two minutes, just to find out that some of his stupid frat brothers decided to dress up as ghostfaces to show the killer that they aren't afraid of him, honoring jake's memory in that way. chris was annoyed that they were so stupid. but he couldn't do much, so he kept quiet.

it was like that for the rest of the evening, chris tried to ignore his friends' stupidity, focusing on getting drunk and laid quickly. he was just standing in front of the house with a few guys and some blonde girl glued to his side, smoking joints, totally engrossed in the conversation until he saw you and nick arriving. his breath catches in his throat when he sees your costume. a mini jeans skirt, black crop top revealing a lot of your stomach and cleavage, a short, white puffed jacket and sexy red tights. as you walked closer, making eye contact with him, he could notice your lipstick slightly smeared, some fake blood added to your makeup, neck and cleavage. you were dressed up as fucking jennifer check, and you looked hot as fuck.

you both felt yourselves tensing up in the brief moment you looked at each other, electricity running through your bodies. chris felt like he was in a trance until you walked inside the house, breaking eye contact. that's when he returned to earth. he'd still be aware where he was, surrounded by a group of his friends, the girl next to him clearly trying to get his attention, but his mind was on you and how bad he wanted to rip your clothes off you. which was insane when he realized his own thoughts.

meanwhile, you half heard what nick was saying, being on another planet due to that non-verbal interaction with chris. however, it feels like losing all of your senses, when you see a ghostface in the hallway right in front of you, with a red cup in his hand. and then another one next to the other. and a few more entering the main room of the house.

"what the fuck?" nick's voice blurry as you both look around in confusion, his concerned eyes finally meeting yours. he didn't want you to get triggered or anything. your ex boyfriend got killed by a ghostface after all.

though that wasn't the reason why you froze. all these 'ghostface' guys looked strangely familiar. they immediately reminded you of chris and what happened between the two of you, since you found out about his secret. and how were you supposed to have fun at this party now?

"bunch of idiots," you snap out of your thoughts, looking at matt dressed as batman, who appeared out of nowhere, giving you the familiar glance. he also didn't like that a few random guys dressed up as something that chris was keeping a secret. "let's go get a drink, emma is waitin' for you both in the kitchen."

so you quickly find yourself there, taking shots with your friends, who were being all careful with you, but nick and emma for different reasons than matt. he was just as irritated by these people's stupidity as you were. you wondered what chris thought about it and why he didn't do anything.

after a while, chris walks into the kitchen, wordlessly joining all four of you and taking a shot. nick and emma were busy talking about something, matt immediately whispered something in chris's ear and got a nod in response. both you and chris, couldn't break the eye contact once again, which started to irritate you.

you finally spoke, loud enough to be heard through the blasting music, "no costume is a little boring."

chris smirked, looking down at his all black outfit and back at you, "i prefer minimalist."

"could've go as a ghostface," you say bluntly, leaning against the kitchen island right next to him and crossing your arms. matt was observing both of you nervously.

something in chris's eyes flicker dangerously as he takes a sip of his beer that you didn't even notice he had in his hand. "bet you'd love to see me in that," he leans in, making sure only you hear the next word. "again."

him referring to how turned on you were after seeing him in a mask makes your blood boil. you hated that he knew it had some effect on you. chris didn't know exactly how bad it was yet, but he was ready to find out. soon.

"no, i'm good, thanks," your tone drips with sarcasm as you push him away. a low chuckle escaping his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief, "if you say so, princess."

"where's your chick at?" you ask casually. a frown appears between his eyebrows, "who?"

"this blonde girl i saw outside with you and other guys?"

the realization makes him smirk, "oh, her? i dunno...not like she's important anyway..." he tilts his head to the side, lowering his voice enough for only you to hear. "what, you jealous?"

the eye roll you give him, only makes his grin widen. "please, be serious for once in your life."

"y/n, another one?!" nick's loud voice reaches your ears, interrupting your interaction with chris, so you turn around, just as nick passes a shot to you from the other side of the kitchen island. you smile, taking the glass, "thanks, nick!"

in one second you feel chris behind you, his breath tickling your ear, "no mixin' up our names this time?" his words make your hand freeze halfway to your mouth, your heart speeding up, but before you could even somehow explain or defend yourself, chris leaves the kitchen. you could swear he had the biggest smirk on his face.

you blink slowly, fingers tightening around the glass, feeling embarrassed that chris found out about this. you were sure it was nick who told him, obviously. you wanted to hit your head against the wall, but know you couldn't make a big deal out of it, since it was... nothing. just an accident. mixing up their names has happened to many people, maybe never to you, but there always had to be this first time.

it didn't mean anything. right?

the conflicted feelings, the embarrassment and the inability to forget how good chris made you feel a few days ago, or the fact that you thought about it every day, every night, all the fucking time, craving more, it all was making you pour alcohol into your system like water. you knew this 'more' between you and chris could never happen. like ever. at least it wasn't supposed to.

it all came down to the fact that you were sitting on some guy's lap, who was dressed as a ghostface. the two of you just talking, flirting heavily, your hand running up and down his arm, his on your waist. you didn't really know what you were doing, you just had to convince yourself that it was only the mask that turned you on and not chris in particular.

however, it was not working. you knew the boy who was under the mask, he was from your math class, quite nice, helped with your assignment once a while ago. but he wasn't turning you on at all. his ghostface mask made you feel no emotion other than annoyance. even letting him touch you a little didn't cause any tension in you, and no shiver passed through your body like it did when chris was the one touching you.

you tell the guy that you're going to the bathroom and will be back soon, he just nods, so you quickly get off his lap. though instead of the bathroom, you go to the kitchen, immediately taking two shots. you needed to get absolutely drunk if you were going to stay with this guy for the rest of the night, and you had to do it until you finally feel what you felt with chris. there was no way he was the only one who made you feel so many things at once, and you had to prove it to yourself.

chris, who couldn't focus on anything or find anyone who would be a good one to take to his room, was watching you all night. every move you made, he saw, even if you didn't necessarily know about it. when he noticed you with this guy, he was so pissed off, not understanding what you were doing. did you want him? not like chris gave a shit, but how dared you resist him, but want this stupid guy? that's what it looked like and it felt like his ego got punched. so he did something stupid and put on his ghostface mask, blending in with the other few guys with the same costume.

you feel large hands on your hips from behind as you take another shot, looking over your shoulder, you're able to only see the mask, assuming it's the guy you were with just moments ago. he grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the kitchen, then upstairs. you raise your eyebrows, pushing through people, not thinking that this guy would follow you to the kitchen or that he'd immediately take you to his room. you didn't even know what to do, but that's what you wanted after all, to see if someone else could replace chris's name, which had been stuck in your head for over a week, with their own.

he locks the door behind once you two are in his bedroom. a bit of mess on the desk, empty cans and some joint butts. he stands behind you again, the heat of his body makes you shiver. it was so... strangely familiar.

"and why am i here?" you ask casually, looking around the unfamiliar room, as he comes from behind to stand in front of you and that's when you notice this big photo on the wall next to you. a photo of two people you recognize immediately.

chris and nate.

you knew nate, seeing him with the triplets a few times, he was their good friend. so it was chris's room which meant he was standing in front of you...? but he didn't have a mask before, which confused you, but you're quick to hide it, looking for more details. such as a bracelet on the wrist.

yeah, it was chris.

he obviously didn't answer, clearly not wanting you to recognize him, even if he wasn't trying hard enough. "so...?" you start, deciding to play this game and see if he's gonna finally tell you it's him. taking a step closer, you tilt your head to the side, running your long manicured nails down his chest, causing his heart race to quicken. "anything i can help you with?" your hand stops at his belt.

you were teasing on purpose, already knowing that chris was standing in front of you. playing along with this little game of his, you felt your blood boil at the thought that he was doing all this, probably thinking you're stupid or a slut, like everyone else were thinking, and that you'd fuck some random guy without seeing his face. and unless chris is a dick, he won't let you do what he thought you wanted to do, when you were sure he was someone else.

so you drop to your knees, grabbing his belt and looking at him through your long lashes with a smirk, while chris's head is spinning at the sight of you like that. even better than he'd imagine before.

not like he did... maybe a few times.

your hands were in the middle of undoing his belt when he grabs your wrist. his voice annoyed and aroused, "get the fuck up."

chris takes the mask off, throwing it aside and meeting with your stare. you're pissed off too, but you also don't feel like getting up so with a simple shake of your head, his pants are pulled down.

"what the fuck are you doin'?" his body tenses when he feels your delicate fingertips through his boxers. he was already half hard.

"how does it look like?"

"you high or what?" he questioned, shocked that you're not kicking his ass yet, when he clearly pretended to be someone else for a few minutes.

"no, just annoyed," you answer, stroking him through his underwear. a hiss escapes him, "you? annoyed?" his chest was rising and falling deeply, clearly trying to stay in control, but the sight of you on your knees in front of him in that costume of yours, had him mesmerized.

you nod, "mhm."

"you realize it's me here, right?"

"i'm not blind, idiot," you roll your eyes, his boxers joining his pants at his ankles. his hard cock splits out smacking his stomach, tip red and sensitive, already leaking with precum. he was big. noticing your wide eyes and how you just stare, chris can't help but smirk through his annoyance, "gonna do somethin' 'bout it or keep only lookin'?"

wrapping your fingers around his length, you start slowly stroking him, looking back up at his face. chris swallows, his breathing heavy as he brushes your hair out of your face and gather them into a messy ponytail in the back of your head.

"you're fuckin' annoyin'," his voice hoarse with arousal. "being all over some random guy' lap, when he's clearly tryin' to be me. like, all them idiots tonight..." chris's breath hitches in his throat, when you give him a small, kitty lick. he tries to keep his composure, "why'd ya want some fake ghostface, when you could've a real one? not lettin' me fuck you, but if he wanted to, you'd say yes, huh?"

you shake your head again, sucking on his tip, your hand working the rest of him. his grip on your hair tightens, as he tries not to start face fucking you, which was getting already hard.

"no?" he clicks his tongue against his teeth, "but droppin' to your knees, not even being sure who was under the mask, says somethin' different."

you pull away for a moment to speak, "i knew it's you, moron... the picture..." you look at the wall, making him realize. so you knew and decided to do it anyway? this makes his dick twitch in your grip, just as you take him to your mouth again, tongue swirling around his tip, before you go deeper.

"shitttt, keep goin'..." chris groans, not being able to hold it back, which causes you to take more of him, fighting your gag reflex. "pissin' me off all night, kid, in that skirt of yours..."

you pull away, gasping for air, saliva dripping down your chin. he forces your head to tilt back, eyes meeting his again, "look at you, chokin' on my dick, lookin' all pretty..."

"and why didn't you just say it's you, not him?" maintaining eye contact, you take all of him into your mouth again, breathing through your nose.

another groan escapes him at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, "wanted to see— fuckkk, if you, uh... would jus' go with him to the room..."

his hips jerks forward, causing you to gag again, but not pulling away, "take it, c'mon, princess... yeaaah, that's it... take all of me..."

few tears runs down your cheeks as he starts thrusting into your mouth, the grip on your hair almost painful, stealing a moan from you, which sends vibrations through chris. the sounds of you choking on him and his groans echoing through the room, his head throwed back as he uses your mouth how he pleases. and you let him.

"fuck, takin' me like a champ..." he praises, looking down at you again, not being able to resist the sight of you like this. mascara smeared due to tears coming down your face, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips. it was perfect for him. "such a good girl..." his hips stutter a bit as he gets closer to the edge, "and you gonna let me come on your fuckin' tongue, yeah?"

you moan in approval, as he gives a few more thrusts and pull his dick out of your mouth, wrapping his hand around it and starting jerking off fast, while you wait with your tongue sticking out. "shittttt..." that look on you, makes his cock twitch and with a loud moan of your name, he releases on your tongue. warm drops of cum spills onto it, dripping down your chin as well. "f-fuck, you look... so hot like that—"

his hand eventually comes to a stop, the grip on your hair completely loosens as chris watches you swallow everything, then also licking your lips. it made his mind go blank.

picking yourself up from the floor, he notices his seed on your chin and swipes it away with his thumb, tracing it over your lower lip and popping it into your mouth as you lick it clean. then he removes his finger, his cheeks flushed and breathing heavy.

"so, answering your questions," you speak up. "no, i would not let this guy fuck me and no, i would not suck anyone off unless i knew who they were."

chris smirks, "so you did know and decided to do it anyway, huh?"

"yeah, 'cause you pissed me off with this whole game," you roll your eyes. then add, "by the way, you taste fucking delicious."

"oh, could've tell by the way you sucked my dick like a lollipop," he retorts, tilting his head to the side.

and making you blush. again.

"you look incredibly sexy tonight," his voice gets lower, more suggestive as he eyes you up and down. "annoyin' the hell outta me, but wouldn't mind to rip your clothes off, like, right now."

"yeah?" you raise your eyebrow, trying to keep holding your ground even with awfully red cheeks, and desperately wet pussy.

the next sentence you say, almost makes chris fully hard again.

"what if i let you this time?"

a/n: not me laughing bc i know y'all gonna be HELLAAAA mad at me for ending the chapter here LMFAO i'm evil 😪

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[temis-de-leon]

Replaced MC AU/AU - V.3 - P.1

Characters: demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, male! MC and crushing! male! NES (MC x NES)

Main Masterlist

Replaced MC AU/AU Masterlist (check the other versions and learn more about the NESs!)

Intro (gn!reader) , Part 2

CW: Solomon is mentioned, jealous and mean brothers, black cat x golden retriever behavior i think, one single kiss, a bit ambiguous at the end, not very angsty really, NES x MC centered

A/N: my favourite version of NES and MC by far, I enjoyed writing this a lot. However, my pc came out as homophobic and decided not to connect to any WiFi for this chapter, so I won't be able to update the links nor the masterlist until next week. Also, some people aren't properly tagged once again because I can't find their blogs for some reason?? So so sorry for that, but I don't know what to do about it.

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NES was… someone they didn't expect. Unknowingly infuriating, always distracted and too unbothered to care about any of his surroundings. He was a disaster that enjoyed living in disaster and, if they weren't threatened by his presence, Satan and Belphegor would love his insolence.

Barbatos remembered an occasion, one moment from the second week of NES's attendance at RAD, where Lucifer gave him an earful for his ‘impropriety and insulting attitude towards the uniform’. Mammon had been there too, shirt out of his pants and jacket nowhere near closed, backing his brother up.

NES’s pristine appearance lasted only two periods before MC saw him chocking under his tie and laughed at him in sympathy. After that, he'd only wear the uniform ‘the Lucifer way’ if MC was there to eventually mess up the outfit.

And how could the eldest brother object to that?

“They need to loosen up, Lucifer”

MC always had the last word.

Solomon found the situation hilarious. Witnessing the brothers competing against each other in search of MC's attention was one thing, but adding NES to the equation? Yes, Barbatos had to somewhat agree. It was funny.

Who had been cooking for hours in the kitchen if not NES trying to make a quick snack for his fellow human? And who was the first one to leave the House of Lamentation each morning, already waiting next to MC’s seat by the time everyone else arrived?

Mammon called him a simp. Asmo liked to call them both the kettle and the pot.

And while, yes, Lucifer was the one and only Avatar of Pride, none of the brothers were able to admit just how big of a deal NES was becoming.

When would it be too late?

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The Demon Prince's birthday arrived and the mandatory celebration was as grandiose as one could expect. Everything was bright and full of laughter, the streets cramped with food stalls, demons and witches alike throwing mesmerizing magic tricks for the children, acrobats, costumes, music…

At one point MC considered handcuffing himself to NES. Even Luke was easier to manage!

Fortunately, Beel ended up finding him playing darts with a succubus and her partners. Unfortunately, MC seemed to be the only one who wanted to check if he was okay.

It was becoming… draining.

Not NES, of course. Sure, he was a handful, but none of his mistakes were intentional. Everything he did came from naiveness and ignorance, being new to the Devildom, and what he lacked in common sense he made up in enthusiasm.

At least he didn't steal his valuables and he’d never threatened to kill him or eat his heart, something MC still thought about frequently. The worst thing NES ever did to him was throw them both to the ground when he tried to slide on the floor at full speed. And he still apologized for that from time to time.

Did the brothers ever apologize for all the things they did or said? The way they used to look at him? He couldn't remember.

Now they were doing the exact same thing to NES. Treating him like an unwanted guest instead of the roommate they insisted on having, turning down every single one of his ideas, including the good ones, and very passively threatening him in a condescending tone, as if they could impress MC with that.

Maybe it was a demon thing? Or rather regular jealousy brought to a dangerous level?

Whatever the reason, MC didn't waste any time sitting them in the living room and chewing the hell out of them, something that enraged Lucifer and put a strain in their relationship, still making it difficult to make small talk, but of course none of them would back down. The rest of the brothers weren't so obvious showing their annoyance, but it was still there.

The good thing was that, as long as MC was there, NES wouldn't be the receiving end of any bullshit. The bad thing was that MC didn't know what was going on behind his back. And NES, bless his soul, was never willing to tell him if any of them made him uncomfortable.

It was draining and NES gave him a sense of peace, but the brothers missed him and they wanted to monopolize his time, but MC wanted to spend time with his new friend and that made the brothers angry and jealous, which made MC anxious, which made NES worry.

Every factor made the situation worse. The brothers were too much, NES was too good for the Devildom and MC was too done with everything.

However, the time passed surprisingly fast as they sang Happy Birthday to Diavolo, eating in the midst of it all, dancing with each other and talking like they used to do before the ridiculous ordeal, albeit with a subtle tension that limited their topics of conversation.

They even ignored NES! Which was better than any other option!

So, once the voices toned down and the guests divided themselves into small groups, MC forced himself to whisk Diavolo away for a moment and have a serious talk, Barbatos following close and listening with a curious glance.

That proved to be nothing but a waste of time.

“It's too soon to take conclusions, MC. I'm sure the brothers just need time. After all, remember your first year here!”

He did remember. That's why he was so worried.

And why did Diavolo talk to him like that? He was 100% sure Lucifer insulted NES to no end anytime he had more than one horn of Demonus. What did they call NES in the privacy of their office? What did they think while they talked to him and faked respect? What were they plotting when they looked MC in the eyes and promised him they wouldn't threaten NES anymore?

Too many lies.

“Alo?”

But then… NES smiled so easily… Like none of that bothered him. Luckily, MC didn't mind caring in his behalf. He wondered if being able to save someone from the fate he had last year was the root of all his actions.

“You look so worried, you're gonna get all wrinkly! Not like you'd look bad, but if you're going to have wrinkles, won't you rather have them in your eyes? Like, from smiling too much, you know?”

He did smile then, imitating NES’s caring expression.

“There you are, handsome! You're gonna be the envy of all in 90 years!”

“Do you really think I'm going to live that much?”

“God, I hope so”

They laughed softly, but it still sounded too loud. MC looked out for the brothers, checking their positions in the ballroom before grabbing NES’s hand and dragging him to one of the balconies. He preferred not having the moment tarnished.

“Good idea! Too hot in there…"

“Don't lie to me”

“Wha…?”

MC stared at him quite sternly, although trying not to look to much like Lucifer, but he needed an answer.

“Do they still bother you? Do they threaten you? Do they ignore you? What do they do?”

“Whoa, whoa, MC. Here comes the frown again…”

He raised his hands, caressing MC’s frown until it softened. His touch was warm and soft and it made MC lean towards him, not wanting it to end. When he opened his eyes again, unknowingly closing them before, NES stayed in that position.

There was silence for a few seconds, interrupted only by the violins, the harps, the pianos and other instruments serenading them under the moonlight. NES could only stare at MC’s lips for a fragment of a second before someone grabbed the scruff of their necks with poorly hidden aggressiveness and brought them back to the ballroom.

MC raised his gaze in fury, bending down to help NES get up again. He expected to see red eyes and black feathers, but, to his surprise, what stared back at him were purple eyes and a long bovine tail.

He wanted to scream at him, to ask what the actual fuck was wrong with him. Would he had acted the same if it was one of his brothers instead of NES? Would he had such hate in his eyes?

But people were staring, very obviously amused at the sight of two humans being put back in place.

MC would have to wait.

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“NES! What happened?!”

MC watched as the boy waved at him, hanging upside down where Mammon usually spent countless hours. His arms were tied behind his back and the rope covered his body in a way that surely left no room for the blood to circulate properly. His head already looked dangerously red and MC knew he couldn't leave him there for too long unless he wanted him to have permanent damage.

“I think I failed my last test, but I don't really remember”

“What do you mean you don't remember?”

“Well, I'm very dizzy right now, but I'm sure it's okay. Lucifer will get me out of here soon enough”

Or he won't.

MC sighed, cursing in silence before studying the thick ropes and the tight knots. He knew he wouldn't be able to untie him by hand and he wouldn't be surprised if the kitchen suddenly lacked knives, no doubt the result of Lucifer's pettiness and sadism.

“Wait for me here, okay? I have to get something to cut the ropes…”

“Wait, wait! MC!”

He turned around, patiently staring at his loopy smile and cloudy eyes. He couldn't wait for too long, but maybe he could indulge a couple of minutes.

“What?”

NES briefly looked away, his embarrassment gaining MC’s attention. Now that was a rare sight.

“Have you seen Spiderman?”

His heart stopped for a second and he felt his cheeks getting hot. His hand, previously grasping his hip, fell to his side and made him lose balance.

“You can say no, of course. We can forget about this and I won't get offended. A little sad maybe, but I can manage. I like you too much to stop liking you for a kiss. Does that sound weird? You get me, right?”

His rambling gave MC the opportunity to go down a couple of steps in the staircase and align his face in front of NES’s. The position was weird and staring at his chin was an experience he didn't know he would get the chance to live, but he didn't care.

It wasn't until he finally kissed him mid-sentence that he noticed a figure peeking around the corner, eyes staring without blinking and jealousy ready to made itself known.

Accepting the challenge, MC closed his eyes and grasped NES’s hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

Dinner that night would be fucking awkward.

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Viktor nation...how we feeling?

Summary: Viktor's starting to get a little insecure like he was when he was younger, and Jayce finds out. Unbeknowst to Viktor, Jayce may just have the perfect soultion to his handsome boyfriend's problem.

Jayce noticed unusal acts with Viktor. It all started when they went to the beach for vacation. Of course Jayce had to beg him to go, but he eneded up going anyways. He's starting to wish he hadn't. Mostly everyone at that beach all had perfect body's, if not the others all had a lil meat on them too, slim torso, muscular arms, and tan lines. What does Viktor have that compares to that? No muscles, no meat on his bones, he had braces on too. So that alone, Viktor was thinking about all his insecurites, while his boyfriend was next to him, without a shirt on. Putting sunscreen all over his ripped abs and strong arms, and that awesome jaw line he was blessed with. It was just a shitty day for him. He kept his shirt on, he just put sunscreen on the parts that was showing, if it wasn't for Jayce, he would have put nun on. He did wear pants even though Jayce told him he's gonna have a heat stroke and die in that weather, but when he was trying to explain that, Viktor felt uncomfortable of the thought of wearing shorts, so Jayce didn't push it anymore and just let him go like that.

So they got home, and Viktor went straight to put long sleeves on. "Hey Viktor, it's hot as balls outside. You sure you don't want a short sleeve and some shorts? You know you can wear my clothes right? They're up for grabs at any second babe." He leaned in and kissed his loving boyfriend on the forehead.

"Yeah I know. I just perfer this outfit choice of right now. So I'm asking you kindly to drop the subject. Please, Jayce."

The taller one looked the shorter one in the eyes for a hot minute. It looked like they were finna kiss, but Jayce leaned in to hug him and whisper in his ear, "Ok babe, I won't tell u to wear anything else if you're not comfortable with it, promise. But so you know, you can tell me anything that you don't want to tell anyone else. I'm always listening to your beautiful voice even when I'm asleep. And I'm not telling you as a parthner, I'm telling you as a boyfriend."

This made Viktor laugh, that cute adorable giggle he does only, and only with Jayce. "Ihihi know, baby."

"Promise?" A kiss to his neck.

"Promise, mi amor." A following kiss to his lips that Viktor intiated.

"Ok. I'm gonna make a beautiful lunch, for my beautiful boyfriend, and his beautiful lips, and his beautiful-"

"Okahahahy. Jayce, I geheheht it."

"I just want you to be aware of the important fact that you're so beautiful, I couldn't lay my eyes off of you the moment I met you." Jayce landed another kiss to his nose this time, causing him to scrunch it up.

"Oh trust and believe. You tell me everyday." Viktor laughed, and rolled his eyes in a mock offense.

"Was that a little sarcasm I'm sensing??" Jayce squeezed both of his sides, causing him to snort out a laugh.

"*snort* Jahahayce," He backed up and his boyfriend backed off.

"Tickling your sides will never not be funny, but i'm gonna make some sandwhichs, and then later tonight we can order food, watch a movie, ANY movie you want, while we cuddle and fall asleep." Jayce left their room to go make some food, while Viktor layed on their shared bed.

The day rolled by, and as they blinked it was all ready night time. Viktor wanted to order pizza because Jayce always let's him pick. Even if Viktor doesn't want to pick any resteraunts or fast food places when they have thier cheat day, Jayce always picks Viktor's favorite food.

They were cuddling with Viktor being the little spoon, and Jayce being the big one, watching some horror movies. Jayce lightly rubbed Viktor's stomach from the inside of his shirt, causing the other one to jump back into his bigger boyfriend, pulling his hand away with an abrupt, "Stop."

What did he meant when he said stop? He let's him do this all the time when they would watch movies and cuddle. Viktor would always willingly let Jayce lightly tickle his stomach, but not now? He looked down at his shorter boyfriend's face, but all he could see was his ears and neck, considering the position they were currently in. "Vik?"

"Mhm? What's up, Jay."

"What's up? You're gonna 'what's up' your loveable boyfriend?" Jayce snickered, but Viktor didn't think that was funny. He started to get a little worried for Viktor, a lot of things was running through his head. 'Did I do something wrong? Is Viktor falling out of love? Does he not want to date me no more?' His thoughts were running a mile per second, round and round in his brain causing him to get a headache. But Jayce can't just leave Viktor like this, Oh no no no. He may lose Viktor in the process of asking him what's wrong, but if he did do something, he'll figure out a way to fix it. "Viktor... What's wrong?"

What followed was silence, then he heard a faint hic and a sniffle. "Oh gosh, Viktor?! Are you crying?! Tell me what's wrong, please, I can help you!!"

"You can't help me Jayce... I'm just... *sniffle* I-... I'm not just something you can fix. I'm br-broken... and *hic* I~" Viktor whined that last word. He wants to tell Jayce what he's feeling, honest, but he just can't form cohearant words at the moment. His head was spinning, he was wiping his eye with his free hand, his other one was under his head, and his snot was building up everytime he was sniffling.

Jayce turned his boyfriend around to where he was on his back and the other one propped himself up at an angle using his elbow as a lift. To tell him he's not broken, to see that beautiful face he always looks forward to seeing when he hangs out with Viktor. To oh so desperatly find that adorable smile he wears on occasions, more so, when he sees Jayce. But this is another scenario, Viktor brought his hands up to his face, trying to hide his teary eyes and his snot running down a little bit, then he would sniffle it back. Right now, to the mathematician himself, he thought he looked ugly. He didn't want his perfect boyfriend seeing him like this. I mean yeah, Jayce and Viktor both cried in front of each other, but that was when they were watching a sad movie. On the other hand, Jayce is an emotional human, Viktor is not, so the taller boyfriend seeing his shorter boyfriend crying real tears that was caused by something else and not their romantic movie, really struck something in Jayce's heart. It hurt so much seeing him like this, unable to talk it out, unable to seek help, but he was gonna put an end to this, one way or another.

"It's ok, babe. I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me. I don't want to force it out of you, if you're not ready to talk. I just want you to know that I adore every part of you, to the hair on your head all the way down to your cute lil piggies." That last line made Viktor chuckle, but it was a quiet one, Jayce still managed to hear that beautiful giggle. "Awww, look at your pretty smile... What makes you think you're not perfect? No one's perfect, even me."

"Yeah, coming from the Head of the Council of Piltover, when I'm just some dumb scientist, with this dumb... *hic* dumb back brace, and this dumb leg brace as well, trying to save Hextech, but it's just all going to shit!"

Oh, so this is what it's about.

"Viktor...? Is there something you want to tell me, but can't find the perfect words to describe it? Because if you think you're just some dumb scientist, I'll assure you-"

"No Jayce! It's... *sniffle* not that..." Viktor turned his head to where he was looking into Jayce's brown eyes. Jayce, on the other hand, brought his arm up to wipe the tears with his thumb that was streaming down his boyfriend's face. They gave a moment of silence with the taller one now lightly caressing his lover's cheek. "*Sigh* You remember how we went to the beach earlier today, and I was the only one wearing coverable clothes, whilst you and everyone else was carlessly showing off your body, with no care to the world? I just feel like... *hic* *sniffle* What if you find someone else who matches your ideal body type? Because I know you probably will find someone better..." Viktor started full on crying now, not a couple of whimpers here and there, he was really having a hard time coping with everything. Jayce opened his eyes as wide as he can get them, pushed Viktor on to his back, and the taller one sat up to look at his boyfriend's perfect torso.

"Baby, I-I... You're cute tho, I love your slim waist because I can easily grab you from there... *hic* And-And your laugh is to die for, I could eat you up all day..." Jayce started crying too, they were a hot mess.

"Jayce? Why are you crying?!"

"Beca-...Because if you cry, then I'll cry, and after hearing you talk less about yourself just struck me to the core. I don't know why you would say something like that... *hic* *Sniffle*. But here..." Jayce wiped away his tears, straddling his boyfriend's waist, pulling his shirt up to where it was just showing his stomach. "I know a great way to cheer both of us up." He went to go place his hands on the latter's waist,

"No Jayce!" Viktor threw his hands to grab onto Jayce's wrists. He doesn't mind being tickled, he rather enjoys it if it's Jayce tickling him. But he's already feeling insecure, and his shirt being pulled up revealing said insecurity, was just too much for Viktor. He acted on impulse.

"I want you to trust me, Viktor. If this is really making you uncomfortable, I'll stop, just tell me." Viktor put a lot of thought behind those words. Should he trust his boyfriend? Jaybe, or... Jaybe not?

The one on the bottom looked down, still holding his lover's wrists, not letting go, he slowly looked up and was met with his boyfriend's soft, reassuring smile. How can anyone not trust that? Viktor let go of Jayce's wrists, putting his own hands on his sides, while he closed his eys shut, waiting for whatever Jayce has in store for him.

Jayce took that as a yes, and started lightly tracing his divots on his stomach. "See? How can anyone find this spot unattractive? Me personally, I loveeee you and only you, it's just so fasicinating how you squirm and writher, but yet you don't push me away."

"Behehhecause it tihihicklesss, gahhahaha, Jahahahyce!!" Viktor started rapidly kicking his legs when Jayce moved to trace his hips, but still has not made one move to pull his lover away.

"Yes, my love? I know it tickles, goofy, I'm tickling you on purpose because I know how sensitive you can get, and I find it absolutly ravishing." Jayce started kneading his hip bones now with a purpose, using his thumbs to dig into those terribly ticklish spots on his ever so, very, ticklish boyfriend, one might add. Viktor started throwing his legs around, every which way, left, right, up, down, he was on a mission, Jayce thought when he looked behind him to see what all that comition was. "Wow, Viktor. You trying to go somewhere? Why you kihicking your lehehgs so much."

"Yohohou're so mean, Ihihi hate it when yohohou say stuff lihihike that."

"One would call it teasing, mi amor. And I love it, watching you laugh freely, tears of laughter pricking your beautiful golden eyes, a dark red hue covering your face, and you know what I love the most about you?" Jayce halted his tickle torment on his boyfriend, looking at his attractive face, and his beaming smile he had, which yes, it is kinda forced, but it's still cute nonetheless.

Viktor breathed heavily after the tickling stopped, he briefly looked up meeting his lover's gaze. Then he quickly averted his eyes, looking down, due to that evil, teasy, grin Jayce had plastered on his face. "And...that is???"

"Your ticklish stomach, darling." Jayce bent down, blowing a huge raspberry on said man's ticklish torso.

Viktor threw his head back, trying but failing to push his lover away. "NOHOHO JAHAHAHYCE!! NOHOHO RASPBERRIESSS!! STOHOHOP IT!! I'M SHEHEHRIOSULY GOHOHONNA PUKE!!"

"You always say that when I blow on your tummy, but you never happen to do what you claim, why?"

Is this guy for real? "Ohoho my gosh, bahahabe. You are insuhuhuhufferable." Now there was that genuine laughter Jayce was hoping to get out of Viktor that night. After seeing him totally break down, they both needed it.

The head council started laughing with his scientist, both wasn't being forced out of each other. He fell to the side of his boyfriend, with them both sharing the same laughter. They finally stopped, breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes. It was still hard for Viktor to keep up eye contact, but if it was his boyfriend's eyes he was staring at, he would get lost in them all day.

"Hey, Viktor?" Jayce caressed Viktor's cheek, causing the latter to silently fall asleep.

"Mmm?" Viktor sleepishly mumbled, slowly opening his eyes to meet his boyfriend's.

"I just want you to know that I love every inch of you, no matter if you're big, small, in the middle, you're still gonna be mine, and only, my boyfriend. No one's gonna replace you if it was up to me, you're still gonna be my star that lights up the night sky. And if I look up, and my world's gone dim, I'll spend an eternity following the shooting star, leading me to where I wanna be. And that's right here." Jayce pointed at Viktor's heart, it was pounding profusely, "If you ever, and I mean ever, think you're someone less than, I'll always do that one thing you want me to do everytime."

"Oh, shut up." Viktor pushed Jayce's face away, both of them laughing. "When did you get so sappy."

"Is it sappy when I love my boyfriend? Can my handsome boyfriend just lay there and take my sweet admiration for him?!" Jayce started hugging, and twisting his and Vicktor's body, in a baby sort of tone.

"Ohohkay, ok, Baby, you're squishing me."

Jayce let go, with an apologetic "Sorry."

Viktor shrugged him off, finishing his sentence, "You know I will always love you, from the top of the sunrise, to the bottom of the sunset. You're always gonna be the first person I search for in a room full of people. No words can describe how I feel about you, nor any action would too. I'm always gonna be your boyfriend, and you'll always be mine. Till we die and get burried, we'll meet each other again in another universe, maybe an even better one." Viktor looked up, staring at his boyfriend. "Jayce... Whihiy are you cryhyhing?" He couldn't help himself but laugh at the fact his boyfriend just randomly broke into tears, it was cute and funny at the same time.

"I-I'm sorry... *hic* That was so beautiful... I couldn't handle ittt~ A grown man... shedding *hic* tears... I'm sorry, I've always *sniffle* been the emotional one between us." Jayce looked up, trying to stop his tears, with a big breathy sigh.

"You know, Jayce. I too know how to cheer you up." It was obvious what Viktor was about to do, with the tone of his voice, but Jayce decided to ignore that... On accident? Or on purpose???

The shorter one, pounced on his boyfriend, tickling him to tears. Viktor might be the most ticklish man alive, but even his boyfriend has a few giggle spots that he always wants Viktor to explore, without directly telling him. Jayce thinks he's slick at hiding the fact he loves being tickled by Viktor, but not making an effort as to stop this foolish act, is a dead give away, kid, I'm sorry.

That night ended up in laughter and snorts. They then eventually got back to watching their movie, Viktor sleeping on Jayce's chest, while Jayce is giving him light back tickles to make his night even better. "Hey, babe?"

"Hey, babe?" Viktor mocked his taller boyfriend in that one tone that makes Jayce melt when Viktor uses it. Though, the head council of Piltover retorted his scientist's question with a squeeze to his side, making Viktor fall closer into his boyfriend, turning his head away from Jayce, snuggling it into his shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They fell asleep, all that was audible was the crickets outside and Jayce's horrendous snoring. How Viktor sleeps with him, amazes me.

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Further thoughts on Kardeşlerim Ep 101

Ep 101 was so good, I re watched it more than 5 times and I have a couple of thoughts that I didn’t mention in the recap.

Let’s start from the beginning. When Berk got home and confronted Ayla. At first, Berk didn’t look like he wanted to hear Ayla’s explanation but when Aybike told him to sit down and listen to her, he agreed to do that. I love this detail ❤️

Also, while he didn’t let Ayla touch him, he was okay with Aybike touching him.

Aybike was crying with him 😭

I thought Aybike dropping off Berk at Tolga’s house is so adorable. She was so supportive and protective of him in this episode ❤️ Her telling him that he can call her anytime at 3 am or 5 am. She whispered the part “if you cried call me” so Mahir and Tolga wouldn’t hear that. Aybike didn't shy away from displaying affection to Berk in front of Mahir and Tolga. When she was about to leave and Berk told her to be careful then he was about to stand in the door to see her leave but she told him that she will leave after she sees him go inside and he complied and went inside ❤️

This is a funny detail that I noticed: when Berk came wearing Tolga’s uniform to the school and Oglucan commented on it. Aybike looked at his pants because they were short 😂

They really committed to the bit. They could’ve given him his usual uniform and nobody would’ve noticed or complained.

When Elif came to comfort Ayla and told her that she’s like a mother to her and then got up and Ayla reached her hand out in her direction.

Ayla got used to Elif and she really likes her 🥺 I don't know if Elif will ever forgive Ayla but these two would make a cute mother and daughter.

I saw some people saying that Berk's reaction to this whole thing was too much especially the way he treated Ayla. Berk is angry with Ayla for multiple reasons. She lied to him about everything including his sister but more importantly she took away his chance of closure. Even though Aybike told him that his parents basically sold him to Ayla and Resul, I imagine he wanted to hear the truth directly from them, especially from his mother. Maybe he thought there was much more to it. Berk didn’t understand how someone can give up their child to someone else. It just didn't make sense to him. Despite everything that happened, he wanted to ask the woman who gave birth to him if she ever loved him. A mother’s love nurtures her child’s self-esteem and self-confidence. We can see this in Ayla and Berk’s relationship. Yes he had a shitty dad but if Ayla was like Resul, Berk would’ve had worse self esteem issues. Finding out that his real parents gave him up for money has probably made this 10 times worse. Also, it didn’t help that Elif described her mom as an angel and talked about how much she loved her and cared for her but when it came to him, she gave him up for money and came back for MORE money after all those years and not to see him. Maybe Berk wanted to try and see if she could love him now if she met him and if he could have a relationship with her. However, his questions will remain unanswered because Sarpil is dead. Berk loves Ayla SO MUCH and the betrayal he felt after he found out the truth hurts so much.

We know that Ayla won't be arrested. Either Berk will stop her from confessing or the police will let her go like they did with Nebehat because they don't have any proof to arrest her. I am really curious if Berk will comeback home after this or if he is going to stay with Tolga for a couple more episodes.

I really need to see a glimpse of what happened after this in the 2nd teaser!!!

[theradicalscrivener]

I think one of the reasons I like you so much as an author, is that your stories involving cock shrinking aren't always about humiliating the guy who got their cock shrunk. And that the shrinking is not a punishment for cheating or jealousy, or a cuckolding fantasy (which is the most common kind of stories I find that involve cock shrinking written with straight couples in mind). Maybe it's because your stories focus on gay men and relationships, so it doesn't get stuck on ideas of patriarchal masculinity.

It's very difficult to find anyone writing about small dick/cock shrinking where the guy appreciates it or loves it. I think that's one of the reasons I always will cherish Acorn.

Even though you do include humiliation in those stories sometimes... I just really like how you you approach it. I think I especially love when you add a little of appreciation even in primarily humiliation stories. Like in Gifted Exchange, where a small part of Blake seems to enjoy his tiny dick even if he is full of despair about it. He doesn't like it, necessarily. But a small part of him enjoys it. And that makes me crazy. I'm obsessed with that feeling.

Well, that's all I wanted to write. Hopefully I wasn't too weird.

Good luck on your projects!

Funny story up top. When I wrote No Dick December, I didn't know that this was an established genre or that there was a market for it. It was literally a comment I heard made by a douchey co-worker at work. He was like "girls who participate in no shave november are going to participate in no dick december" and I was like. Wow. What a douchebag and oh. That's a fun idea. It was fun because it let me experiment with some of my darker thoughts, but once I realized that this was a genre that was already established, I was like. Oh, that's really cool actually. I love weird transformation stories, but I get really burnt out on going really dark. Wouldn't it be fun if I did a dink shrink story that was also kind of fun?

It kind of tied into an idea that I enjoyed with hyper stuff. Like, there's a point where the initial rush begins to wear off, and the dude is like. Oh shit. This won't fit in my pants. This is a bad idea. I need to not do this, but there's a dark urge in the back of his mind like. Dude, this fucking rocks! I really love toying with the idea of like, the logical mind being like. Wait. This is bad, right? and the... maybe not horny mind. More like, the part of this person's mind that is honest with themselves even though it flies in the face of what others would say.

Like, Acorn was really big about this. I referenced Travis's gym bros repeatedly in the story but they never actually show up until the epilogue. Every scene, even the ones that don't take place at the diner, Travis is either alone or with someone who is encouraging him. I think that had he gone to the gym after his first training shift and it was there that he started to realize that his dick was a little smaller, he may have panicked. Like, his gym bros would have been like

"It's not that cold in here, dude," *snicker*

"Shut up. It's still way bigger than yours..."

I don't think Travis would have quit right then and there, but he would have spiraled harder.

In fact, I had originally written a scene where Travis runs into one of his gym bros at the showers before class. (After he and Curtis had fooled around in the cafeteria). It was... I don't think it was a bad scene, but Travis was very passive during it. Curtis basically had to defend him, and I was like... I don't think Travis is ready for this. I want him to be able to defend himself. It's important for his personal growth that he's the one standing up to this guy. Also, it was a bit of a downer and I really liked how fun and flirty the whole story had been despite teasing these ideas that Travis had these anxiety issues.

Come to think of it "anxiety issues" defines a lot of my favorite characters. Troy was a bundle of nerves at the beginning before the twins really got him to relax. He still spirals every so often, but he's not as anxious as before. Devon and Noah were side characters that were really not intended to have a major impact on the story, but I got kinda fascinated by them.

Devon isn't as overtly anxious as other characters, but he does have some issues that are more a result of like, he's a quiet/shy person but also intensely independent and he was kind of infantalized by his family so this whole wanting to be independent vs slowly realizing that he did need to ask for help sometimes vs not wanting to be treated the way he was treated by his family kind of made the core of his internal issues.

Noah, however, is very much the archetype I mentioned earlier which is this dude is super anxious and finds out that not only is he super into something kinda freaky, but he has the ability to reach out and grab it. He's that type of character cranked to 11 which makes him a lot of fun. Also, every time I get a chance to have Noah and Rex feed off of each others' vibes is a ton of fun. I know some people are like "why did you make Noah so small" the answer is, I set his size based off of Rex's. I wanted him to have an almost literal imp on his shoulder.

But typing back to your original point, I feel like I often like to play off this idea that even the humiliation is enjoyable to a certain degree, and that both feeds the enjoyment which feeds the humiliation which feeds the enjoyment... Even in a non humiliation setting this feedback loop of "I shouldn't be enjoying this, but the fact that I am enjoying it makes it more fuck uo, which makes the fact that I shouldn't be enjoying it even *more* fucked up which makes the enjoyment even great!" it just a very fun spiral to go down.

[vivizn]

Re: the tags you put on my post; you don't have to figure out the gender stuff all at once. You mentioned dresses? Try wearing dresses! Try a different set of pronouns, try a new name. None of that stuff has permanent ramifications. Take advantage of your group of non-cis friends for support with the name and pronouns stuff, they'll be thrilled to help. If you're "wrong" and you're "just" a GNC cis guy? That's still a great thing to be, if you're doing it on purpose!

(Future me here, quick info. Context at the bottom, and OP this turned out kinda long so read this when you have 5min to spare.)

Oh, uh, hi

Sorry, didn't expect a feedback on that, i was kinda yelling into the void and i keep forgetting this site is made of people ^^'

First off, thanks for reaching out, always nice to see that happening. And i hope you had, have and will have a nice day. Triple kindness in your face.

Secondly, dresses. It's kind of an ironic love that i have for those? Like, i just like wearing dresses for the bit (or on rare occasions i'll wear my skirt cuz it's faster to take on/off than pants). I say i get giddied up but It's really more because of the reaction of those around me (they find it funny (not in a mean way) so i'm glad i made them laugh).

Thirdly(?), changing names / pronouns. My *checks bio* neo-gendered sibling in christ, i can't even name my OCs, what makes you think i can name ME ToT ? As for the pronouns, eh... idk, i'm fine with keeping he/him i think, keeps things consistant. Again, default settings. I definitly need to try it one day though.

Fouthly? Fourtly? Fourd? Fuck, permanence. You fool. You absolute baffoon (affectionate). How dare you think for a moment have what it takes to handle ephemerality? I literally have mlp themed stickers still in package because i don't want to deal with using them somewhere and later not having them anymore. Either I will give up after the first time someone uses another set of pronouns, or the short period of time where they did will haunt me forever because nothing came out of it. <- also work if i end up changing pronouns, my brain is good at thinking bad. (I also have a suspicious amount of ND friends. Yeah yeah, i know, the idea of seeing a therapist sounds sexier everyday.)

5 (because i'm tired, it's 3am), being wrong. That is actually something i somewhat enjoy surprisingly. Because at least that means i have something to go off of, a starting point. That's usually all i need to start working on anything that require thought (so literally everything). I'd rather have someone tell me to do a thing and then shit on the thing they told me to do than having someone tell me "just follow your heart 🥰🥰🥰". Like, cool bro, how do i do that? Bitch won't move, how am i supposed to follow it?

1/3 of 666, credits. I never know how to close off rants because i always forget the first 3 points i try to make. So uhhh thanks to your patience if you've read through that (i feel like you would), sorry for ranting/venting(?) on what was just supposed to be a positive message i think. Thanks again for trying to reach out, but i honestly think i've got to deal with my other problems before i can tackle my gender (like the o so joyful experience of finding a job. yay.) (<- monotonest voice ever).

original post + my tags for those interested in context, AKA: hi alexxel, hi malt (watch out for the rant in your name, i'm gonna steal it), probably hi gayotic

And a pic of me in a dress because i feel like it

Couldn't find a dress so all you get is a fashion disaster, feat a hat i borrowed from a friend to complete the fit.

[archangel-azi-fell]

https://open.spotify.com/track/33iv3wnGMrrDugd7GBso1z?si=cQBg_fJfTzCr_oAnnD4cXA

It was an apple, sweetie.

It's always an apple.

I'm sorry.

And you left it on the lawn? LOL, and you wonder why you can't find the key. I can't say anything. I do have a lot of very amazing crash landings.

BUT I never needed the keys..

It is in Father's book. It's always been in his book! I gave it to you for luck. I didn't mean for you to read it.

Or my diary. And you, lol, let him read it, too! And Tommy? No wonder he gets all weird and gross, other than he is weird and gross. Most of you boys are. And it's not like I even ever wrote that kind of stuff. I just wrote about all the adventures we had.

It was a book on strategy, Fathers book! I think he thought I would read it, but you know me. If it doesn't paint a pretty picture or have pictures, I will fall asleep.

I told you I'm pretty sure Dad was playing space invaders! I didn't say the game. I meant space invaders. You know from outer space, boy!

You always gave me the strangest looks. "You're just speaking nonsense."

I'll show you nonsense.

That was before the fall of Rome. That's when I got in trouble.

I'm sorry. I won't apologize for trying to save his people. You can't tell me that you don't like GJ and wouldn't have done the same.

It wasn't his fault.

It was mine. I led them here. I didn't know they were hunting me or you.

And I knew it wasn't you. I knew then. I know now. He forgot that I'm always connected. I heard him give the order. I just couldn't believe they were in on it, too. I didn't want to believe it.

Adar got blamed, too. Thank goodness, he found you.

What strange loops we made, trying to save each other.

What a strange thing to do, though? Find my mother and father and then use Medi to bring me back.

What did Tron really say to you?

Heimy wanted that bounty, too. But he really just wants to go home. He misses the dragons and magic, too. I think he misses Father, too. He's no longer mad at you. At least he's not as mad. When I told him I was trying to save you, still, he was like, "But the dragons." I told him it wasn't you. It was me. Mori and I were trying to save them. It's my fault the corruption got out.

Its my fault most of them died out.

That's why I took off. How could I save you if they died because I tried to save them? I would rather be alone than accidently hurt anyone, especially you.

I even thought Prometheus was going to kill me. I thought Heph was going to kill Nad, too. He said as much. He did kill me, too.

How many times did we kill each other? That's why I chained you to the boat. I left you the cloak to hide, not sorry you could use it and barrel in wearing it as a strange cape. Goodness, that must have been funny!

Oh, the face Suzy must have made at you!

"What are you wearing? Is that mom's cloak? You know it's not a cape, right? Put some pants on."

No mas pantalones! DEATH TO PANTS!

Sweetie, we're fighting tyranny, not pants. I'm not saying I disagree about pants. I'm just saying we have bigger worries than worrying about pants.

Where are your shoes? How many pairs? Qp says YOU lost them. Why would he need your shoes? Babe, you gave them to Percy. Remember? We were trying to get Percy to Duce. Her love was with Hel. lol, and they finally got together.

[pizzapasta23045]

Thing is... I'm kinda not very interested in Pierro... Like logically I should be, he's one of 4(?) Khaenri'ahns we have in game that we've seen a model of, I should care!!!! I just... Maybe because his only lore is kind of old... But the chess shit is so interesting about him, the fact that he confirmed the chess theory is something that exists in the game as well has sparked so many theories about Khaenri'ah and Kaeya's father, since in the Chinese Kaeya's lore he is said to have place in Mondstadt like a piece in game of chess and now Pierro just does... That....

Pantalone tbh I can't take seriously. I'm Italian, and while yes, commedia dell'arte is part of our history.... I can't fucking listen to people simp fir ducking pants I'll burst out laughing.... Like oooh pants is soooo hot.... Uhh I want pants to rail me or some shit.

Like at least dottore is a title, like a a respectable thing... But pants?!

Also signora makes me giggli because it's just miss and it feel like she's THE Miss when you talk about her.

I find Signora very cool, she could've been very nice indeed and I don't get why she was scored so low (she's clearly one of the most competent of all which is what makes me quesion if the harbingers are actually rated on strength or if it is just, you know, manipulation on Pierro's part since the two lowest both don't give a shit about rankings and are, arguably, the most loyal to the tsaritsa and her ideals. But Let's not get into that here because this is already too long.)

I did not meet her long enough to form an attachment to her since, you know, to me it was like a month between her appearing in venti and dying in Inazuma because I was frantically trying to catch up on story, and I kinda did not try to find additional lore so I didn't know about the tragedy of her character, just thought she was a bitch (and a cool one at that). Also, by the time I was done and entered the fandom the only discussion we had was about her ashes which... Yeah... Could we not comment that under every single FUCKING post!?! It's not as funny as you think it is, I promise.

The scene where she kicks my scrunklie Venti is so based though, we should get a callback to it it was hilarious.

Columbina... Well, I logically understand why you'd be interested in her, she's so mysterious and shit you know? It's kinda cool, but we know so little of her I can't say much more than that. Scar's voice lines about her are ominous as shir thought NGL.

(personally I'm more queer for Arlecchino but hey, taste is what it is lmao. Also the way she insults the others when they mock Signora is super cool and based)

Childe.... He got fuckboy design not even gonna lie. Gif he was a modern au char he'd wear those grey sweatpants and like a ducking lame ass t-shirt. I also just don't pull for bow DPS because I can't aim for shit (I pull bow if they're like, supports like yelan(yeah yelan is a support for Scaramouche in my house)) so I probably... Won't pull for him like ever.

I love his lore though... It is very dear to me. I found confort in his story during some dark times. Also he's... He's very similar to Scaramouche (though how much the second would loathe this statement).

Like, they were both basically pushed on all sides into doing violent thing, Childe just still had his sibling as a "stopper" to remind him of what he actually cares about while Scaramouche... Well, Dottore took care of that. Also funkie mam commits war crime is always funny so yeah.

(A tangerine left on the counter too long lmao that's the most creative insult about him I've ever read!!!(The counter is the abyss) )

Scaramouche though! My obsession, my foil! Lobe him to death. Fun fact, every single day something important happened to Scaramouche I would ask my father to put Bohemian rhapsody on in the car to and from school (It was like in an old rock folder of his and we found it during a long trip) and my whole family would sing it at the top of their lungs...

I am normal, as always, about my interests.

Also, first time there was ever a con in my town I went and I got a picture with a Scaramouche cosplayer there I was so happy. (He was with a fishl cosplayer who later started dancing to a k-pop set up she was insane...)

But yeah.. scrunklie, first 5 start I saved and prefarmed for, very relatable guy!!! Inhuman characters are also cool and based and everything!!!!! I didn't get an emotional attachment to the purple, since, you know, I saw him ONCE before it was rumored that design would changed at the beginning of sumeru. But yeah, to be both were fine visions for him to have, I personally preffered anemo because he was different from his mother but yeah... He's cool regardless so whatevs.

Pulcinella. Yeah... Like logically I know it's probably in some way a antisemetic caricature but he very much reminds me of the actual masks of the commedia, which I have seen in real life and everything since, you know, Italian, but yeah, I do understand that the masks themselves could be antisemitic because yeah, that is a problem in Italy and those masks are old as balls. But also, fun fact, in Italy he's part of an idiom that's like "secret of pulcinella" which implies that it's not a secret at all and I'm curious to see if they adapt that part in lore.

But it's fair for you to be irked, I get it!

Oh so you are a dottore fan! Cool! I'm, like I said very mentally divided when it comes to him. He's a funkie guys, a neurodivergent king, a goofy little man and a serial commiter of war crimes and crimes against humanity.

Fair that you find him relatable! I too will most likely be a stem girly or a girly interested in stem. (Genetics, my interest is genetic engineering, dream career. I wish forensics was more of an option but in Italy it's not a very "popular" career so it's kinda hard to find a uni. Also, dead people irk me and shit. Which yeah, Dottore also probs does a lot of genetic engineering or the genshin equivalent)

Wait dottore has made a children gladiator?! I did not know this... Wow... Was there like a reason or anything or was it just for goofs?

Aldo yeah... A lot of the fatui seem to be incredibly lost. Like just how happy they seem under homicidal maniac Tartaglia tells you how badly they are treated under the others.

But they do believe in shit! It's insane to me the dedication they have! Because while people do use the org for their gain they are, at the end of the day, a revolutionary organization! And you almost forget that when you get to harbinger level because so many of them just couldn't give a rat's ass about it.

Opinions on the harbingers. Like them, hate them? Who's your favorite? Any one of them you're mildly interested in a totally normal way?

(I am totally normal about both Childe and Scaramouche... Definitely. Def didn't have a slight mental health crisis (all resolved DW!) and watched TikTok about both of them think 'oh wow! That is so relatable! I really do understand the mindset!")

HEHEHE GIGGLES MANICALLY I DO VERY MUCH LOVE THE HARBINGERS!!!

Pierro has been a favorite lore character of mine since Pale Flame came out (especially because it dropped at the height of my 10hours a day genshin fixation during quarantine), and I hope he like. Kills a god. I think that would be fun. I think he should be playable also literally just because he's some cringe-fail old guy (and also extremely close-knit with lore and I want to know everything). Also he's a Jester. I love Jesters. He's silly. He plays chess. He predicted the Cataclysm. He's like. A silly guy.

Pantalone is a huge favorite of a dear irl of mine so I've come to like him via osmosis (silly money man)

OH GOD AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON LIKE. SIGNORA AND HER ENTIRE STORY I MISS HER SO BAD I MISS HER LIKE A PART OF ME SHE JUST WANTED TO DEFEND HER NATION AND THEY TREATED HER LIKE SHIT BECAUSE SHE DOVE SO DEEP INTO HER WORK THAT SHE BECAME ALMOST MONSTEROUS HERSELF AND AND SHE DID DESERVE THAT AND SHE MAKES ME SO SO SAD!!!!!! SHE DIDN'T WANT TO HURT ANYONE!!!!!!!! SHE WANTED TO HELP ITS NOT HER FAULT THAT ACCEPTING THE CRYO DELUSION SUPPRESSED HER MEMORIES OF HER INITIAL REASON FOR BECOMING THE CRIMSON WITCH IT WASNT HER FAULT IT WASNT HER FAULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really really miss her she's always been a favorite of mine, even before I knew she was the Crimson Witch (in fact before that was revealed, I loved the Crimson Witch and Signora both very dearly and then her identity reveal came out and I was so sosososooooo exited and then ei killed her. So. Common Ei loss I guess) (that cutscene had me in tears) (Signora was so scared) (She wanted to live she wanted to live)

Colmbina I think is one of the few remaining Seelie with human form left (judging by how she's extremely angel themed and a lot of her design motifs line up with Seelie Courts), and also I. Am very lesbian about her. I'm like shaking her around and giggling and bouncing she's soooo silly (I hope she kills a god <3). I love her to bits

Childe. Um. I am so very sorry I have tried very hard to get into him, and as much as his character intrigues me and I find parts of him relatable, I hate his design so much. IT'S. Entirely irrational of me. LIKE. HES A GOOD CHARACTER AND THERES SO MUCH OF HIM THAT INTRIGUES ME but also he looks like someone left a tangerine on a marble countertop for like a week, and I just can't get past it no matter how hard I try :') I rlly wish I could like him tho bc so many of my friends like him and he's really popular, and I DO like his character!! (Like I REALLY like that he's a kid who fell into the Abyss and had so very many things to deal with at a very young age that he scared people so they sent him away, and he's extremely young and has so many aspirations and his government and family have not been fair to him!!!) However, his sense of style,,, bothers me. And I have always been a huge sucker for character design (grew up on graphic novels and comics, lol) it's a major player in how I choose favorites, and I can't stand his goofy little outfit. His boots are cool tho. I do adore his boots. And I like his scarf, and his shirt collar? But I just. Wish he leaned more into the reds and they gave him a more sedimentary rock-type color palette. It would suit his hair much better, and sedimentary rocks are formed by settling in water, and are often carved through BY water, so they could have used blues as an accent color (which would easily bring out his eyes) and I just. RAGH. THERES SO MUCH MISSED POTENTIAL IN HIS DESIGN IT MAKES ME SO SAD

SCARAMOUCHE THO. I love him. My little guy. My bestie boy. I have two friends who've cosplayed him at cons before (If I remember correctly?? It might just be one, but hey). I love his story, I love his character, I was a little sad when they took away his purple and made him Anemo (I really really wanted there to be a narrative about reclaiming the element of Electro as his own, not something of Ei's, (Plus Elctro grant trigger being feelings of loneliness or isolation or stark Difference from society) but the Anemo vision suits him just as well and I feel really punctuated him standing up for the Traveler in that cutscene in his quest because him choosing to defend us was him essentially choosing his freedom from the past, which I find IMMENSELY cool). Also I'm a sucker for inhuman characters. I love how he's a doll. A puppet. I love how he seeks humanity. I love his passion. i love him to bits he's so silly I'm gonna shake him around :3

Pulcinella I don't like bc. His design irks me? It reminds me too much of antisemitic caricatures

Pulcinella. My silly. I hope she maims and kills.

Archellino. Also hope she maims and kills. I think she would be very cool about it (I'm also so lesbian about her)

HOWEVER. Um. Huge confession (that honestly isn't that shocking)

I enjoy the very worst of them.

Dottore is my favorite </3

Is he a horrible abusive scientist with awful morals, a vile opinion of almost everyone around him, and also tortures children/sends them into a gladiator ring against God remnant/lies to their parents/takes advantage of the nation's initial kindness/actively defies protocol and will not obey the law if it suits his own needs/leaves extremely dangerous technology around because he just doesn't need it anymore and doesn't care about who stumbled across it/etc?

Yes.

Am I extremely abnormal about him?

ALSO YES.

I hope he never succeeds in anything again and is forced to tag along with the traveler so I can dissect his character like a lab experiment. He knows things I know. If you put me and him in a room together I will not make him better or worse, in fact, we will have a rabid discussion about Khaenri'ah bc boy oh boy do I just KNOW he's got a history up in that morally corrupt head of his. (Also I live in the USA and Sumeru's academia reminds me a LOT of the US university system (overworking overwhelming ridiculous requirements questionable morals corrupt upper board etc) so. Guy who quit school bc they were like "Ur fucking insane"(he is) kinda resonates with me!!) (also I love mad scientists I love them sosososoososoooooooo much they're SO dear to me) (Mainly because I have an interest in mortuary and forensic sciences)

(Also btw you are incredibly real for hating the vile villain side fo Dottore I completely understand!! He's like genuinely a horrible person <3)

The Fatui as an organization just makes me sad. You ever talk to Fatui npcs? Some of their quests have brought me to tears. They get treated so horribly by the Harbingers and yet they believe with all their soul and heart in the Tasritsa and I just. :'( they deserve a lot better and they make me sosad and there are side quests you do for some of them in the Chasm that make me so so emotional bc it's so clear how little the Harbingers actually care about them :(

[cosmal]

aerial!! I need your thoughts on casually dominant remus and shy reader!!!

sit down

yes!!!! okay I love this idea thank u

summary remus helps you find an outfit when you're stressed.

note this is a little boring sorry.

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader

You’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to get your hair to sit right. Your arms ache from the effort. Your fingers tingle and your shoulders feel like they’re about to slip out of place.

To make things worse — or better you’re not sure yet — Remus knocks at your door and you haven’t even picked out what to wear.

You open the front door wrapped in a towel and a little flustered. “Remus,” you sigh. Half relieved because he’s here, half anxious because you’re running late. "I'm so sorry, I promise I won't be long."

He lets himself in and locks the door behind him. "It's okay, dove, take your time. The reservation isn't for another hour."

"Right," you pant, turning to rush back down your hall. Remus's lovely dress shoes click slowly behind you until he meets you in your room.

You're so stressed you don't notice the bunch of flowers in his hand. You drop your towel in only a pair of tights and a bra, and whizz around the room, back and forth between your dresser and your wardrobe. Holding your options up to the light, muttering things about how stupid you feel.

"No, god," you curse, letting the skirt in your hand fall to the carpet, "I can't find anything."

Remus catches you before you can speed past him again. He wraps a soft hand around your bicep and you snag, "Dove, take a breath."

You breathe in quickly and drop your head, "Shit, sorry," you mutter.

"What's the matter?" he asks, snaking his arm down to grab your hand. He squeezes gently, pressing his soft fingertips into your skin. It's grounding.

You step into his space and push your cheek into his soft button-up. "I can't find anything to wear."

He wraps his arms around your back and you hear the cellophane around the flowers crinkle. "Do you want me to help?"

"You got me flowers," you say instead, feeling stupider by the second.

"I did," he says off-handedly. "Go sit down, sweetheart, and I'll find you some clothes."

You pull your face back to look at the flowers. A bunch of pink tulips in paper and plastic, the smallest yellow ribbon keeping them together. "They need a vase."

Remus laughs. "You need to sit. I'll find you something to wear and then I'll put these in some water."

"Pass them over."

"Sit," he says, sterner than you're expecting.

You sigh and let him go. He's infuriating. Infuriatingly kind. "Can I have a kiss?"

He smiles widely and you feel better already. Kissing you quickly he nudges you kindly towards your bed. "You can have a proper kiss when you relax."

You frown but sit down anyways. You sit with your chin in your hand and watch Remus rifle through your clothes. He passes through hangers and you hate him for how pretty he looks and how stupid you feel. He's dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button-up that's rolled up his arms and folded at his elbows. You wish you had it as easy as him. He's so flawlessly pretty.

You hate him even more when he finds the dress you've been looking for all night. He trods over with the material between his fingers, holding it out and says, "I think this one."

You take the blue dress from him with the loveliest smile you can manage.

He encourages you to stand and you step through the hole to slip it on. Spinning you around he does the zip up without forgetting to let his knuckles trace your spine along the way.

He kisses your neck before saying, "Perfect."

You turn and look him in the eye, "It doesn't look funny?"

He holds you by your hips, fingers spread over your stomach, looking you up and down until you shiver, "You look amazing. Gorgeous."

"Thank you," you say softly. You hold him by his wrists and you hope he knows you want a hug.

He hugs you because he's your boyfriend, wrapping you up in long arms until his chest presses into yours. Breathing deep and you match it. "You worry a lot," he says with a kindness. You know what he means.

"Stressed," you tell him.

"You could've shown up in a paper bag and you still would've been the prettiest girl there," he says back, squeezing you hard for emphasis.

You laugh and smother your face in his shoulder, startled by it. "Sure."

"It's true!"

You hold him closer like it's possible, breathing in the still strong scent of his lovely cologne. The softness of his detergent. "Can I have that kiss now?"

He pulls back with a look that says, of course, you can, leaning in to kiss you. Longer than the last and much warmer. You stand on your tiptoes and lean your entire weight into him. He grunts and pulls you up until your dress bunches in his arms. You'll both be a wrinkled mess by the time you leave.

Pulling back he says, "Now go put your shoes on and I'll find a vase."

"My Doc Martens?" you ask.

He kisses your nose quickly, "Definitely."

[eddies-whoreee]

Ch. 1 - Killer on the Loose

Summary: There has been a recent string of your murders in your small town. Everyone, including you, is freaking out. You and your friends stay close together, as time goes on the murders get more and more closer to you and the people you know. Soon you find out that the killer is who you least suspect and everything is not what it seems. You find yourself in a situation that you never thought would be possible, how will it end? CW: death, bestfriend!steve, bestfriend!eddie, flirting, swearing. STORY BASED IN 1994!!

You are handed a paper rather roughly as the girl handing them out speaks something too fast to comprehend as she moves on to the rest of your friend group handing them the same paper. You hold the paper up reading it, the latest edition of The Hawkins Post. You sit down as your heart sinks, Billy? Yes, he was an asshole, never to you directly because he was always trying to get into your pants. It was too close for comfort. You were getting really worried. He killed Chance from the basketball team last Wednesday.

Eddie, your friend, notices you tensing up. He puts an arm around your shoulder. "You okay?" He asks worriedly. You turn to face him, "did you not read the paper?" You ask, looking back down at it. He shakes his head. "I tossed it as soon as she gave it to me. Why?" You hand it to him, looking down. "Oh, shit, Hargrove, that's a tough guy to take down, got my ass beat by him junior year," he says with a light laugh. You snap your head towards him. "Don't laugh! It's not funny, I'm really freaked out. This killer is slowly infiltrating the school. Anyone of us could be next!" You say fearfully. His eyes turn soft, "you won't be next, plus the killer only kills guys. I should be shaking in my boots," he responds playfully.

Steve comes up behind you, placing the paper down, making you jump slightly. "Woah, you okay?" He asks sitting down on the seat next to your friend Stacey. "No!" you speak, looking at him, then back down, fiddling with your fingernails. Eddie sighs and looks at Steve. "she's scared the..." he looks back at the paper. "Ghostface is gonna get her," he tells him with smug in his voice. "ooo creepy, it is a little unsettling. I'm mean, the victims were members of our school," Steve says putting his arm around Stacey.

Eddie sighs shaking his head, "you're not making it better" Eddie says rubbing your back soothingly. "I mean she has a right to be scared, I sure as hell am" Stacey peeps looking up from her book. "Billy was a strong guy, he was killed, we are little sheep we have no chance" Stacey finished looking back down to her book. "Hargrove was also an asshole" Eddie speaks, you gasp and slap his chest. Earning an 'oww' from him, "he's dead dummy! Don't say that" you exclaim shaking your head shooing his arm off from around you.

He puts his hands up in defense, "sorry guess you don't have to worry about it sense he's been trying to fuck you since the 7th grade meanwhile I've been tortured by him since the 5th" Eddie replies making Steve throw a pretzel at him. It smacks Eddie right in the forehead making you laugh a little, Steve high fives you. "You guys are both dweebs now I must be going, you gonna be alright?" Eddie asks you standing up. "Yeah I'll call you after school, 'kay?" You respond he nods kissing your cheek before walking off. Nancy walks in and sits down with a huff.

"You good?" Stacey asks her, setting her book down. "Yeah stupid work stuff and project stuff" Nancy replies not wanting to talk about it further. Stacey nods, "so about Billy is that all the details you have?" You question, "uh no, we know more but you guys cannot tell another soul it's confidential" Nancy exclaims. You nod eagerly, she sighs before speaking again looking around to see if anyone is listening in. "The reason they are calling him ghostface is because he wears a mask that resembles a ghost, and he's about 5'10 but that's really all" she shrugs as if it's nothing. You sit there stunned as if a killer wasn't scary enough a masked killed that is damn near twice your height!

"A mask? What the fuck" you exclaim rather loudly, Nancy cover your mouth. You lay your head down on the desk and groan. "What's up with her" Nancy asks, "she's scared the killer is after her next" Steve tells her nonchalantly. You snap your head up, "there is a killer on the loose who brutally stabs and slashes throats, he wears a fucking ghost mask, and is 1000 feet tall, who is targeting students of Hawkins High!! I'm fucking terrified" you squeal putting your head in your hands that rest on the table.

Nancy rubs your back, "I'm sorry if I made you more scared, if it makes you feel better he's only killed guys so far" Nancy speaks looking at Steve for him to agree. "Y-Yeah and assholes... apparently" he says agreeing. You sigh and pick your head up. "Sorry that I'm so on edge, i mean there is a literal serial killer in Hawkins it's really scary" you tell them with a smile. "It's okay, sweets" Steve assures you rubbing you arm.

Eddie walks by briefly, "hands off Harrington" before running off laughing. Steve takes his hands off shaking his head. "He is something else" Nancy says playfully. "Oh yeah Nancy I wanted to ask you why do you guys use black and white when you can use colored pictures?" Stacey asks pointing to the paper, "boss says it's gives a more eerie vibe, we use color for certain things" Nancy replies.

"Yeah Nance its 1994 not the stone age" Steve chimes in laughing. Nancy mocks his laugh, "take it up with my boss, asshat" you snort at her comment. Steve hold his hands up in defense, "woah there wheeler watch yourself" he says no real threat behind his words. Stacey pokes his sides. He looks at her and smiles giving her a kiss on the bridge of the nose making you fake gag.

As the day went on you started think way too much, like how Billy died, how it was in his house, how he fought and still lost, how the killer didn't even wait a whole two weeks to kill again. It wasn’t helping that everyone was talking about it. All you heard in every class, Billy this, Billy that. It was horrible.

When you finally get home, pulling in the driveway and sluggishly walking into the house. As you toed off your shoes your mom enters the living room. She tells you that she is enforcing a new curfew which is honestly useless since he strikes in the victims homes, but you didn't argue with her. The curfew was 9:30PM and if your not gonna be home she needs to know. You agree and walk to your room getting changing into some comfortable clothes. You hear your phone ringing from the distance, you jog to go get it from downstairs, once you answer it there is music blasting on the other end. “Hey! Baby!” Eddie exclaims through slurs. You sigh, “are you drunk” you ask knowingly. “Pfft me? Drunk? Nah, just chillin” he says trying to convince you, which is not working. “Where are you? Is Steve with you?” You question knowing how he gets when he’s drunk, and he needed a babysitter. And who better to babysit than Steve Harrington. “Stevie here… Stevie! Our girl is on the phone!” Eddie calls out to Steve. “Here say helloooo” he laughs. Steve takes the phone from Eddie, “hey sweetheart” he says playfully. “Hey Steve, is he being good?” You ask, “yeah Eddie’s fine he’s just drunk. But we’re at my place so he’s just gonna sleepover.” Steve tells you. “Okay be safe boys, love you” you speak. “Love you too bye” Steve says as you hang up. You order pizza since your mom is at work and is going to be all night since she works graveyard shifts. After pizza and watching a cartoon you decide it’s time to sleep since today was utterly exhausting. As soon as you hit your bed, it was lights out.

[tobinyama]

hate drawing absolutely vile, also tobirama wears bell bottom pants all the time

the guy I referenced for this pose I think had long arms or there was depth my 2d brain couldn't handle lmao

anyway!!! I love doing modern au stuff and I haven't seen anything about ballet or other forms of dance, more thoughts beneath the bar on this

I don't think Tobirama started with ballet, but maybe started with fencing and swimming perhaps. I think the Senju family would have been relatively rich, probably what US citizens would consider upper-middle class in coastal states. (Its hard to pick a proper term for the tax bracket I'm thinking of, but generally someone who could have afforded a large home in a gated community in Arizona so something around ~500k - ~900k (to be fair these are also post-quarantine prices)) Anyway, fairly rich, a family that could afford to pay for sports/hobbies type things without worrying too much. Butsuma seems to be the type to be proud in being old blood, but doesn't necessarily care about honoring their lineage either aside from personal glory. Fencing comes from Tobirama's own interest in it and the fact that (rival old family cause teehee) has two sons also in fencing. Butsuma had Tobirama in swimming as part of being part of school sports. Hashirama would be in soccer methinks. Kawarama would be in flag football, but would have attempted soccer first. Itama is decent at most sports, but not excelling, his talents lie more in the arts. Itama managed to convince Butsuma to let him join orchestra or perhaps band where he would eventually join jazz band? Through Itama getting good at multiple instruments, he finds a passion for playing along with guided ballet performances to practice for long performances and passionate solos. Tobirama watches and finds a love for ballet. He first begins with doing katas to Itama's playing, and transitioning to mimicking the moves he saw on the tv. Because he's my amoral little meow meow, he stole money from his father (not like he'd actually notice, im not endorsing this kids) and Tobirama finds himself a mentor to teach him. I think it'd be funny if Izuna discovered this little secret of Tobiramas. Itama tries to convince Tobirama it doesn't matter, and that Izuna won't do anything. Next week, Tobis been paranoid stewing, and in a routine spar with Izuna. Tobirama gets too aggressive.

Cue the much less fatal and more just going against sportsmanship Izuna death scene.

Many thoughts on this, but I wish more people would consider dance for sports aus. I just think Tobirama has that kind of dramatic flair for ballet, but serious and lithe for an art thats so brutal but so delicate looking.

Ahhh, bit of a fan of ballet lol.

[blubushie]

Stop it mate, you're embarrassing me!

But here's some more!

Once shot a razorback with a 185-grain round (I don't usually use rounds that heavy) and watched him flip head-over-heels and fall into a ditch. It was hilarious.

Have gotten high off cane toads. Do not recommend. It makes you vomit and the first time I did it I spewed so much I couldn't even properly enjoy the high. The second time was a fucking rollercoaster from start to finish. No spewing that time, though. The high doesn't last long but it's not for the faint of heart. Also: DO NOT FUCKING DO THIS IT'S VERY DANGEROUS.

Have been kicked by dead kangaroos during cadaveric spasms. Hurt like a fucking bitch. Lucky it didn't cut me. Have you seen kangaroo feet?

During pub fights: Been attacked with a knife. Had someone try to steal my wallet. Had a knife held to me neck. Have been headbutted. Once had a bloke headbutt me while I was wearing my hat and the croc teeth on my hat sliced open his forehead. Cheers, croc teeth.

Almost hanged meself when I was tied into a tree one night. Rope came loose, got wrapped around me neck, and I was dangling there 5m off the ground by my neck. I had to cut myself free and I no longer tie myself in.

Have dropped my rifle on my foot once. I'm lucky it's a bolt-action because there's a fair chance it would've blown me head off if it'd been anything else.

Was trekking through the bush, came down to a billabong for water, and came face-to-face with the biggest fucking buffalo I've ever seen. Scared me shitless.

Was groped by an ambassador monkey in San Diego. Not a bush experience, my dad just thought it was funny.

Had a koala try to climb me once. I was lucky I was wearing pants instead of shorts or I'd have scars. Have you seen koala claws?

Stepped on a sea urchin while diving at Red Rock. Have cut my foot on mussels. Have been cut by coral. Was stung by a carpet anemone in Bundaberg. Had my hand chomped by a baby blacktip shark once while fishing near Cairns. Didn't hurt.

Once lost a beautiful barramundi to a fucking crocodile up near Darwin. Cunt. That fish was over a metre.

While fishing the South Alligator River I was knocked out of my tinny by five-metre croc. Thought I was going to die. I'M STILL HERE, CUNT.

Have hit suicidal kangaroos no less than three times while driving. One was killed on impact, the other leapt off into the bush, the third was wounded with a bum leg so I put that one down and ate it.

Have eaten witchetty grubs. They're pretty good. Taste like almonds raw (wet, juicy almonds) but cooked they taste like scrambled eggs. The trick is that you hold the head in your fingers and bite the body off. Also, don't swallow the skin. Just chew until you get the good juices and guts out and then you spit the skin out.

Have had brushes with death more times than I can count. Almost died of dehydration twice (I take better care of myself now that I have Misty). Venomous snakes. Other dangerous wildlife. Cyclists. Nothing makes me more nervous than a cyclist that can't stay in the fucking bike lane.

Had a kid throw a rock at me fucking passenger window near Mt Isa and shattered it. Every now and then I still find pieces of glass. I ended up billing his tribe for it and there's a guarantee he won't do it again because his elder looked like he was going to beat that kid down to the white meat. Outback towns are dangerous, folks. (It wasn't targeted since I was walking back to Matilda when it happened, he was just being a cunt.)

Have had my tyres slashed. Had some kids take potshots at my tyres with a .22.

Once was stranded for three days in WA because I was stuck 100km from the nearest town in the fucking Nullarbor of all places and the RAC doesn't go that far. I lost the right front tyre, put on the spare, figured I'd get a new tyre when I got to Kalgoorlie. Got there, forgot about the fucking tyre, left in the morning, didn't remember until eight hours of driving later once I was in the middle of the fucking Nullarbor. Figured it could wait until I got to Cocklebiddy. Nope. Lost me LEFT front tyre on Highway 1. It took a day for some nice cockie to find me, another day to get a tyre, and then one more day to make it all the way back.

Dealing with suicidal emus deciding to run out in front of Matilda at the last fucking second.

Had my passenger mirror bashed by a bikie slamming into it helmet-first while trying to pass me up on the road once. I was driving slow because of the four cars ahead of me.

Stabbed a razorback with me knife when it charged me. I don't like pigs. The fucker RAN OFF WITH MY KNIFE STICKING OUT OF ITS NECK. I put a bullet in it and it stopped running.

Shot a cat and it was halfway down the gullet of a perentie when I got there.

FUCKING CANE TOADS.

Had to replace the antenna on Matilda when a fucking cockatoo landed on me bonnet and decided it took some offence to the presence of an antennae and snapped it off.

I've been shot in the arse. I'll speak no more on that topic.

Woke up surrounded by wallabies one morning. They're usually pretty skittish but I sit up in me swag, rub me eyes, and I'm staring down a mob of at least twenty wallabies, all eyes on me.

FUCKING CANE TOADS.

FUCKING SNAKES.

FUCKING GOANNAS.

FUCKING KANGAROOS.

FUCKING EMUS.

Love crocodiles though.

FUCKING WALLABIES.

Once shot a goat and sent it tumbling 275m down into a canyon.

Watched a rabbit try to root another rabbit after I'd shot it. I shot that one too.

I get a good vantage point sometimes depending on what I'm doing. Once watched a drunk bloke fall off a boat dock near Perth through me scope. He was fine, it was just really funny.

While working some station I saw the cockie's daughter having a root with one of the stationhands. We all had radios to keep in contact so I said over mine "I can see you" and the girl screamed. They went back to the barn after that. No business of mine, I just didn't want the bloke to catch a beating if her father found them. They're married now.

Got into some biff at a pub once because a bloke called me a poacher while I was talking to a mate about shooting dingos. Get fucked cunt, I am licenced.

That's about it but if I think of any in the future I'll add them here.

any bush stories you’d be interested in sharing?? Definitely not taking notes and using those said notes to help me better write sniper cough cough,, also genuinely interested!! Grew up in north-west wilderness and whatnot, would love to hear about what it’s like down in Australia!

I am genuinely honoured you're using me as inspiration! Here's some stories from Australia:

I've seen UFOs and other unexplainable lights multiple times.

Once when I was out in the bush I had a yahoo (basically Australian sasquatch) walk up to my camp. Scared me shitless, I screamed like a little girl, and then I threw the yam I was eating at him. He picked it up and walked off back into the bush. That happened almost three years ago and I'm not sure if my meat had gone bad and I was hallucinating but I told my Aboriginal mate about it and he just said I'm lucky the fucker didn't eat me because "They don't care for white fellas much."

Heard singing voices in an abandoned gold mine I was exploring like a dumb cunt. I ran out screaming when I heard a loud bang deeper in the mine.

Saw a bloke watching me from a window at Gwalia, which is an abandoned town with no residents (they all moved to nearby Leonora when the gold mine in Gwalia ran dry). I entered the home and no one was in there. Scared me shitless.

Once while camping near Uluru I had a young Aboriginal bloke (couldn't have been older than 16) walk up to me wearing nothing but a fucking loincloth in 4c weather. Keep in mind Uluru is fucking flat, there's no way this kid could have snuck up on me from 5 clicks away without me seeing him in the middle of the fucking night. He said he was from Anapala in South Aus (it hasn't been called Anapala since the 1970s when it was renamed Pukatja) and he had a Pitjantjatjara accent. He also had ritual scars on his arms which suggested he was a little older than he said he was. He said he hadn't eaten in a few days so I shared my rabbit with him. I let him sleep in my swag and when I woke up in the morning he was gone. No tracks, nothing. Disappeared into thin air. Absolutely convinced I met a fucking ghost.

Thought I was going to be eaten by a dropbear once. It was a flying fox. Still feel like an idiot for that one.

Found the tracks of a large cat (puma-sized, as wide as my palm) alongside a streambed in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney. They were fresh tracks since it rained a day earlier. I felt like I was being watched and got the fuck out of there.

I was chased 10km through Boulia by the Min Min Lights. I'm driving down the highway and there's these fucking lights behind me, I floor it because I think it's the cops, they keep following, Matilda's engine starts smoking so I pull over because I'm not going to blow my van's engine. Finally I pull over and the lights are just hovering about three metres off the ground, these fiery orbs. Scared me half to death and I got back in Matilda and kept driving. Eventually the lights just fizzled out and disappeared. I've only been back to Boulia once and I was on guard the entire time.

Once was surrounded by a pack of dingos (4-5 individuals) for an entire night. I had my rifle across my lap and my knife ready. Didn't get a wink of sleep. It's terrifying when you're the prey for once.

Had to bandage my arm with the rag I use for wiping down my rifle because a blackheaded python slithered into my engine in WA and snapped onto my arm when I tried lugging it out in the morning. I've since gotten a new rag for the rifle.

Woke up one morning to Misty going off like a frog in a sock. Turns out I had a bandy-bandy in me fucking swag. That was fun trying to get it out (bandy-bandys are elapids related to cobras, but their small fangs and low venom output means they're one of Australia's least deadly venomous snakes).

Stepped on an eastern brown while hunting in QLD. Leather boots saved me life. The fact I don't take Misty with me when I hunt saved hers.

Back in January I fell out of a tree while hunting, landing on my back, and pissed blood for a week. Figured I'd either be fine or lose a kidney. Honestly I've fallen out of trees more times than I can count. Eucalyptus doesn't hold weight very well.

Two years or so ago I was bitten by a metre-long saltwater crocodile while helping biologists do a survey in Kakadu. I've still got the scars on my left arm from where the cunt grabbed me. Little shit.

Got me foot stomped by a cow while helping a mate muster cattle.

Watched Polly up in Daly Waters kick a cunt once during a pub brawl that made it outside.

Had my hat chewed on by Blackface at that same pub. The hat escaped unscathed.

Once got into a tug-a-war over a pig I shot with a fucking perentie. Took me twenty minutes to trek up to where the pig was and when I got there the fucking perentie had its head buried up to its shoulders in the bloody carcass. The perentie didn't bite me but Lord knows it tried.

Burned my chest when a spent casing ejected and landed in my fucking shirt. I'm left-handed and shoot left-handed. My rifle is impossible to find with a left-handed bolt, so the casings eject across my body instead of away from me, and it landed in my shirt. I now wear undershirts when I work because that shit hurt. Thankfully it didn't leave a scar.

Nicked my wrist on the broadhead of an arrow once by accident.

Before I got my boots I had a piece of razor wire wedge itself into my shoe and slit my ankle open. It got infected, of course. Cleaned it with whisky and spent the next five minutes swearing a blue streak. It healed but I've got a scar.

Stung by a jellyfish on my hand when I was a kid. Did it again on my foot a few years ago. Luckily no scars, just felt like a massive bee sting.

Every time I hit a bump while driving I have some dust come down from the roof from a few years ago when I accidentally left a window cracked during a dust storm.

Was in WA when it snowed in 2021 during the night. Went to bed freezing and woke up to a white blanket.

Was tackled by a kangaroo while hunting once.

Got my name because I was a dumb cunt and went bushwalking and didn't bring enough water. I was dying of dehydration and living off nothing but bugs and my own piss for two days. Finally found a pond of the clearest water you'd ever see. Drank probably 3 litres, refilled my canteens. Had complete ego death and I walked out of the bush as a new person with a new name.

Once in the middle of the night up in Kakadu I was just sitting at my campfire as blokes do, it was foggy as shit, and out of the fog walks the most beautiful horse I've ever seen. This bastard was snow white with the prettiest brown eyes. He walks up to my fire, snorts, sniffs around at my tuckerbag, looks at me, and then just walks off back into the fog. Brumbies are fucking skittish so it was a magical moment.

Had a kookaburra steal a piece of jerky right out of my hand.

Dingos. So many dingos. Once shot a dingo in NSW—terrible shot on my part, I still feel terrible for it. The wind was higher than I would've liked and the bullet ended up too far back so it wasn't an immediate kill. His mates came over to check out the row and I watched through my scope as they started ripping him apart. I put another bullet in him because nothing deserves that. The second shot didn't miss.

Been in more pubfights than I can count. I don't start them.

Stepped on a kangaroo eyeball once by accident. Scrub your boots when you're done hunting because nothing will get the smell of summer-baked kangaroo brains out of your house.

Once killed two roos with one bullet.

CALIFORNIA: When I was eight years old my dad and I were hunting in NorCal and it'd rained the night before. We came across a streambed (keep in mind this was -2c weather) with footprints in it. These footprints were massive, about 40cm from heel to toe and wide as sin. They were accompanied by much smaller footprints about half that length. There's no way in hell someone with 40cm feet would be out there in -6c weather WITH A CHILD walking BAREFOOT through freezing water 8km from the nearest road between the time it rained (which would've washed away any prints) and sunrise. Dad and I found them at sunrise. Both of us are convinced we found fucking bigfoot footprints.

CALIFORNIA: Was stalked by a mountain lion for 1.5km.

[reeshyz]

Title: You're everything I want Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Paul Landers Presentee: @rammsteinloverfan Prompt: Bow Warnings/Tags:  friends to lovers | accidental love confession | presents Word Count: 2.266 Summary: Richard wants to tell Paul on Christmas that he’s in love with him, but he is kinda scared. And then he realizes that he didn’t even get Paul a present. Read on AO3: here

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Richard is really nervous. He hates to feel this way and he knows he shouldn’t be that scared, but his heart beats too fast anyway.

“Got everything ready?” Till asks and Richard hadn’t even seen him in the doorway. Richard wipes his hands on his trousers and nods.

“I think so. How do I look?” Richard asks and he turns around so Till can see the outfit from every angle. He is wearing his best dark trousers, a nice gray shirt and even a tie. What you do for love sometimes.

“Good. And try not to be so nervous. It’s just Paulchen,” Till says as if that doesn’t help at all. Richard is nervous, because it is Paul. He’s Richard’s everything and he really hopes he won't get hurt today.

“Funny,” Richard says and he looks back at the table. The food is ready and still hot and he had even folded a few napkins for them. Till is grinning.

“You even got candles huh?” Till asks and Richard smiles shyly. Of course everything has to be perfect for Paul. He had told him before that nobody had ever taken him out for a really nice date and Richard… wants to change that.

If Paul allows that.

“Sure thing, you know I’m romantic,” Richard says and it’s kinda a joke, but they both know it’s true anyway.

“Everything will be alright,” Till says and he strokes over Richard’s back. Richard is very thankful to have a wonderful friend like him. (He would only still need to persuade Till into being his singer for a new band he wants to found.)

“You make it sound so easy,” Richard mutters and Till chuckles.

“Because it is, I can see the way he’s always looking at you. I mean sure you are like cat and dog and you fought a lot, but since Feeling B broke up, he’s still finding excuses to spend time with you,” Till says and Richard nods. Till is telling the truth.

Paul even wants to join their new band.

Which is just another reason why he wants this to work out. 

“I hope you’re right,” Richard whispers and Till nods again. Paul should be here any moment and Till makes his way to the backdoor, just there he stops.

“Do you have a present for him?” Till asks and Richard’s heart stops for a tiny second. He had thought of everything, but… not a present. Fuck.

“Shit, I… I totally forgot,” Richard says and he turns around to look at Till again. Till smiles and shakes his head, looking way too fondly. By now all his friends know that’s how Richard is. He makes sure every single detail is perfect and then forgets about the most obvious things. 

“I mean he surely won’t mind. And if everything goes wrong, you can still say that you’re his gift,” Till says with a wink and then he’s out of the door. Richard can hear him laughing loudly and he frowns.

He’s not that complacent. Or is he?

Just then he hears the front door. Paul has a key to their apartment after he’d broken in with Flake once. Richard takes another deep breath and then stands awkwardly in the kitchen.

“Richard?”

Paul is wearing just black pants and a way too big sweater. He looks so damn adorable. Richard can’t help but smile, fuck he’s so in love.

“Hey Paulchen, I made dinner for us. Your favorite special burgers and even some pie with ice cream for dessert,” Richard says and he points at the table. Paul looks surprised, his eyes wide but then a smile takes over.

“Oh this looks so beautiful,” Paul says and Richard nods, because he had to buy white tablecloths and nice glasses earlier, so it looks more like a fancy dinner. He won’t have any money left this month, but this was so worth it. 

Richard knows that’s normally not really them. They’re normally just drinking beer (yikes) together and watching dumb TV. But they do deserve something really nice once in a while. Paul deserves something nice.

“I hoped you’d like it,” Richard says and then he walks over to the table and shifts the chair a bit, so Paul can sit down. Paul happily sits down and looks at the food, he’s even rolling up his sleeves. Richard licks his lips.

“Such a gentleman huh?” Paul says and Richard winks at him. Paul sits down and Richard hastily gets their burgers. They look delicious and Richard really had to spend a lot of time cooking them. Not that he minds. He would love to be always able to cook for Paul.

He almost lets his own burger fall from his plate, because his fingers are shaking so much. He hopes Paul doesn’t see that.

“Oh wow, Richard,” Paul says, his blue eyes so bright in the light of the candles and Richard falls in love all over again. They eat in silence but it’s not uncomfortable at all, Paul just loves to enjoy his burgers.

“I tried something new with my sauce,” Richard says, when Paul even licks his fingers.

“It was very nice. Thank you. I could even think this was a date,” Paul says then and Richard chokes on his next bite of food. He’s surely blushing as fuck, but Paul is still grinning so brightly. 

Richard doesn’t know what to say. 

So he chuckles just nervously.

“Yeah I mean can you imagine us on a date?” Richard asks and he hastily drinks some water. Paul winks at him.

“I can imagine that very well actually. But I think you should tell me more about the recipes for these burgers, because they are amazing,” Paul says and Richard is probably bright red, but he stutters out how he made them.

It’s a fun dinner and Richard enjoys it a lot. Paul even loves his dessert, which had been such a struggle to make. 

“That was just so good, thank you Richard. I wish I could always eat your food,” Paul says, when their plates are empty. Paul is even patting his belly. Richard smiles.

“Well then you have to come over more often. I like cooking for my friends,” Richard says and for a second Paul looks almost disappointed. It happens so quickly that Richard is sure he just imagined it.

“I will,” Paul says and Richard nods.

“Perfect. I’ll just bring the dishes into the kitchen and then we could watch a movie or something,” Richard says and Paul agrees. 

Richard tries to relax in the kitchen. It almost seems like Paul is really flirting with him, but Richard isn’t so sure. He has no idea how to even tell Paul that he’s in love with him. He kinda wants to hide.

Instead he takes another deep breath and promises himself he would do this. No matter how, he has to tell Paul.

When Richard comes back out of the kitchen, Paul is sitting on the ground by his Christmas tree. He’s holding something in his hands.

“What are you doing?” Richard asks, frowning a bit.

“I have a gift for you, silly,” Paul says and he holds the package up. It’s horribly wrapped - tape everywhere sticking out of it, but there is even a red bow on it. Richard loves it already, he can’t believe Paul really got him something. 

Richard sits down next to him. It’s so romantic, he wishes he could kiss Paul underneath his Christmas tree, but he doesn’t dare to. Paul presses the package into Richard’s hands. It’s rather small.

“Open it,” Paul says and Richard does. His hands are shaking, but he really wants to know what's inside. 

There’s a beautiful bracelet inside of the package. Richard smiles when he pulls it out, there’s even some chocolate and some cookies for him. He carefully puts the bracelet on. It’s just black, but there’s a word stitched into the leather.

‘Rammstein’

“You said you liked the name and I hope this will be the band that makes us stay together for a long time,” Paul says quietly and it sounds so cute, that Richard’d stupid heart gets so hopeful again.

“Thank you. This means so much,” Richard whispers.

“I’m just glad you liked it. Christoph made a lot of fun of me,” Paul says but he’s still grinning. Richard shakes his head.

“Schneider is an idiot. Of course I like it. I’m glad that you want to join my band. We only need to convince Flake and Till now,” Richard says, still stroking his bracelet. It’s such a beautiful gift.

“Leave Flake to me, but you have to win Till over,” Paul says and he’s clapping his hands in excitement. Richard knows exactly why he fell for him.

“I will. Glad that I don’t have to pressure you into agreeing to get into my band,” Richard says and Paul laughs.

“No, I'm sure I’d follow you anywhere. Someone still has to show you how to play guitar like a real rockstar,” Paul teases him and Richard snorts. The first sentence makes him blush though.

Paul always knew how to make a blushing mess out of him.

“Shit,” Richard says then and Paul frowns.

“What?”

“I… I don’t have anything for you. I totally forgot,” Richard says, blushing so badly. He feels so bad, because of course Paul has such a thoughtful gift for him and Richard forgets about it. 

Paul doesn’t really seem sad though. He takes Richard’s hand into his own and squeezes it. Richard is so ashamed that he could cry. 

“Hey, that’s alright,” Paul says, but Richard is shaking his head. 

“It’s not alright. I mean who forgets a present for the one they’re in love with?” Richard says and he clasps a hand over his mouth. Oh fuck.

How could a single person be this stupid.

Paul’s hand falls out of his own and his eyes are so wide, that Richard looks down to his own lap. Till had been wrong, Paul doesn’t feel the same. Richard had fucked it all up, just like he always does.

Why would he deserve love?

“Richard… is that… is that true?” Paul asks and Richard nods, without looking up. This time he can really feel the tears filling his eyes and he’s so embarrassed. Rejected on Christmas, that sounds like it fits his life.

It’s always the same. Richard could never be loved by anyone, not even his parents and surely not from his crush. 

Richard gasps, when Paul presses a kiss to his cheek.

“Can you look at me?” Paul asks and his voice is so soft. Richard slowly dares to look up. Paul is still smiling, he doesn’t look angry or disgusted. He almost looks like he’s happy, Richard frowns.

“I don’t understand,” Richard mumbles more to himself.

“It’s just that I like to look the person in the eyes while I tell them that I love them back,” Paul whispers and Richard’s brain stops working for a moment. He’s not sure if he really heard that right.

Richard’s eyes widen.

“You - what?” 

“I’m in love with you. Have been for a while, one of the reasons why I wanted so badly to be part of your new band. I would… like it even more if I could play a bigger part in your life though,” Paul says and Richard curses himself when a tear escapes and falls down his cheek.

He hastily wipes it away.

“You mean that? I… I’m in love with you as well,” Richard says quietly and he’s sure that his voice breaks twice, but Paul doesn’t seem to mind. Instead he carefully takes Richard’s hand back into his own.

“Does that mean I’m allowed to kiss you now?” Paul says and Richard nods slowly. They both lean towards each other and then Paul finally presses his lips to his. Richard hums happily.

This is all he ever wanted for Christmas.

Paul groans and then carefully licks over Richard’s lips, who beautifully opens his mouth all too happily. The noise Paul makes should be forbidden.

They kiss slowly, with no care in the world and Richard never enjoyed something more. Paul’s hands are on his cheeks, holding him so carefully and Richard smiles into the kiss, he can’t help it.

Paul always knew how to use his fingers.

They only break the kiss because they both need to breathe, but they still stay very close.

“You taste so sweet and you’re all mine now,” Paul says and Richard shudders at these words. He can’t believe that this is real. They’re both smiling widely and Paul’s lips are so red now.

“If you want to have me, then yes. I’m all yours,” Richard says and Paul takes the bow from the ground, before sticking it into Richard’s hair. 

Richard giggles at that. He had known that Paul was an idiot.

“See you didn’t forget a present for me. You are my gift,” Paul whispers so sweetly and Richard promptly blushes. He wouldn’t survive a day of these praises. So he leans forward again and kisses Paul (to make him shut up and) because he’s already addicted to his soft kisses. 

“You’re an idiot,” Richard whispers against his lips.

“Yeah I am. But you knew that. And now I wanna unwrap my present,” Paul says and he kisses him again. Richard laughs into their kiss. He has it so bad. 

But the bow stays in his hair for the rest of the day anyways.

(Even while Paul fucks him).

Red had always been his color.

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

spicy patches hcs pls? 👀 for the people who are down horrendous

Hello, hello, anon.

Without further ado:

You thought you were a tease? Patches amps it up by 100.

Every other word is a euphemism and don't even think about talking about weapons with him because it'll turn sexual real quick.

Loud sex will be had. No, he doesn't give a fuck. He wants the whole world to know he's doing this to you.

You're walking funny the next day and he's smirking. Look at him and he'll wink at ya.

Remember the headcanon about the tight pants? Oh yeah, Patches will wear shit that will purposely emphasize parts of his body you find attractive.

May or may not have a nice toy tucked away for special occasions. May or may not use it on you. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Can't keep his hands off you, even in public. You'll shoo him away but it won't last long.

He's down bad for you, really. Untethered my ass. Hell, he'll even make a dirty joke about that.

You'll catch him watching you as you wake from a round of some wild ass sex and he looks so... besotted with you. And then he'll kiss you. Gently, I might add.

No matter how loud and passionate the sex is or how dirty his jokes are, he'll never do anything you aren't comfortable with.

Patches loves giving YOU hickeys. Calls them his finest work.

[allsassnoclass]

hi hazel, congratulations on the milestone <3!! i am here to request some dog pics please and also if ur up for it, perhaps some mashton with "the intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat" ? <3

hi teresa! here is the prompt!

mashton: the imtimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat

It starts as something small. Michael isn't even that cold, but he gets chilly easily these days and always feels more comfortable when his sleeves are longer, like the fabric resting against his wrists is a miniature blanket that he can bury himself in. When Ashton takes the light blue cardigan off and Michael asks if he can slip it on, he's anticipating a quick joke about stealing Ashton's fashion sense when they turn the stream on, then getting too warm in a few minutes and taking it off again.

He doesn't expect the immediate rush of warmth and comfort that he gets the second the soft fabric touches his skin. He can smell traces of Ashton's new cologne on it, and underneath his fingertips the fabric is soft from Ashton's wear, despite him having bought this particular cardigan recently. It's the most comfortable sweater he's ever worn honestly, too big in just the way he likes, warm without being suffocating, and downy without the vague scratchiness that most of the other cardigans he's tried on has.

When he finally looks up from marveling at how nice the texture feels against his skin, he finds Ashton's eyes on him, bright and amused.

"You like it?" he asks, dimples popping.

"Yeah," he says. "I should borrow stuff from you guys more often."

"Not you, too," Calum groans while the others laugh.

It's funny, the band used to share clothes all the time, to the point where half of the shirts they wore on tour belonged to the band as an entity rather than one individual person. The all stopped swapping as much when they found their own styles, but the other three still sometimes borrow an article here or there, and they don't always give them back. Michael is the only one who rarely does so, too attached to his baggy shirts and too particular about the fit of each pair of pants to feel fully comfortable swapping outfits with someone else. His clothes make him feel more like him, and wearing something that belongs to the other boys makes him feel like he's playing dress-up or hiding behind one of them instead of being himself.

Except, maybe, for this sweater. He doesn't mind the way it envelopes him like a hug, especially when the faint spicy scent of Ashton and his lingering body heat makes it feel like a hug from him, specifically.

Michael loves how Ashton hugs. He always holds him securely, but never too tight, and he's not a brick wall like Luke or made completely of hard, lean muscle like Calum. Hugging Ashton is like hugging a live teddy bear, and most of the time Michael curls his hands into fists to keep from clinging. He could stay in a hug like that forever, but as cuddly as they all are, an hour-long hug isn't something he wants to ask for, especially when Ashton loves moments of contact but doesn't prefer prolonged ones when he's not in control.

"Start the stream, dude," Luke says to Calum, coaxing Michael out of his thoughts. He fiddles with one of the buttons on the cardigan and steps out of the line of sight of the iPad as Calum sets up, struggles to start the stream, then eventually succeeds after many unhelpful suggestions from the rest of them. The joyful noise of Luke and Calum interacting with fans forces him to focus, and he spends the stream discussing "Complete Mess", dropping hints about their upcoming projects, and laughing at everything going on. It's not a very comprehensible stream, but it's fun, and he only brings up how comfortable the sweater is once more. He takes it off soon after, because if he keeps it on for much longer he's worried he won't be able to give it back.

-/-

Michael doesn't mean for it to happen again, but spring in the UK is chilly. Michael handled the cold a lot better as a teenager than he does now, and he forgot to bring his jacket when they decided to grab breakfast today. The walk back to the hotel isn't overly long, but it's breezy and Michael never quite warmed up after walking over to the restaurant, even while drinking a hot cup of coffee. He's dreading the idea of stepping out of the building and back into the cold.

"You okay, Mike?" Ashton asks, nudging him while the rest of the group heads out, chatting easily amongst themselves. Michael grimaces and tugs the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt over his fists.

"Fine. It's chilly."

"You're too Australian," Ashton says, sighing and tutting like a disappointed parent. "Other places get cold, Michael."

"I know," he whines, even though he's smiling. He's used to the other three teasing him for how cold his hands get or how much he complains about the weather when it's anything less than sunny and warm. In response, he loves sticking his icy hands on the back of their necks and seeing them jump.

"Here," Ashton says, shedding the fuzzy brown coat he put on when everyone stood to go.

"Then you'll be cold," Michael says, holding his arms out in front of him in an attempt to fend Ashton off. The coat looks incredibly soft, though, and he already has goosebumps on his arms in anticipation of the sudden dip of temperature between the restaurant and the outdoors.

"You need it more than I do," Ashton snorts. "I'll be fine for the walk back, but you'll complain the whole way otherwise."

"Oh, I see," Michael says, mouth twisting up in a smile. "You're just trying to shut me up."

"Never," Ashton grins. Michael lets him slip the coat over his shoulders, immediately feeling the same warmth and comfort that he got from the blue cardigan. He doesn't like the texture of this coat as much, but it's still warm from Ashton's body heat despite him only wearing it for a minute before passing it to him. Michael wraps it around himself and sighs in contentment.

"Better?" Ashton asks, brushing a hand over his shoulders again to get the jacket to unbunch, fretting like a mother bundling her kid up for their first winter.

"Yeah, thanks."

Ashton rewards him with another smile that overtakes his entire face. One thing that Michael learned during lockdown is how much he loves seeing his friends smile in person, especially Ashton. He has a way of making every beaming smile feel like a glimpse of the sun. Michael looks forward to seeing that grin directed at him for the next few months.

"Come on," Ashton says, placing a hand at the center of Michael's back and coaxing him forward. "The others are waiting."

Michael tugs the sleeves of Ashton's coat over his fingers, then steps into the cold. The walk back to the hotel is the warmest he feels all day, even under the stage lights at their show later that night.

-/-

It becomes a thing after that. Every time Michael feels a little bit cold, Ashton is there with a jacket or sweater to wrap around him. Ashton himself doesn't need them most of the time since he runs warm, but without fail he provides one for Michael whenever he wants it. Michael likes it best when he gets one that Ashton was just wearing, rather than one he brought "just in case." Ashton's body heat warms him down to his bones the way no fabric or yarn alone can, but any of Ashton's fluffy sweaters or light jackets help.

Luke and Calum have definitely caught on that Ashton keeps giving him clothes under the excuse of Michael being cold, but neither of them have said anything or interfered. Michael's thankful for that. Luke or Calum both have a different fit for their clothes that wouldn't be as cozy on him, and he likes that this is something for him and Ashton. Although they're a group of four best friends, they each have their individual dynamics within the group, and he likes that they all understand that a ritual between two of them doesn't need to be something that all four of them partake in.

Calum is going to start teasing soon, though. Michael can see the amusement in his eyes every time clothing exchanges hands backstage or on the bus.

Calum isn't here right now, though. They've long left behind the days when they could only afford one hotel room for the four of them, sharing beds and kicking each other in their sleep, all four of them chatting long after they should've gone to bed, and playing pranks on whoever was the last to wake up in the morning. These days, they each get their own room. Michael appreciates it, because he likes having his space after being packed together on the bus, but they usually end up hanging out in the evening anyway unless someone makes other plans.

Michael's plan right now is to knock on Ashton's door and grab a sweater, because the air conditioning in his hotel room is colder than he'd like but he knows he won't be able to fall asleep later if he accidentally turns it too warm messing with the thermostat.

Right as he's about to open the door and head across the hall, however, someone knocks on the door. He glances through the peephole and smiles.

"Hey," he says, flipping locks and tugging the door open to reveal Ashton smiling on the other side. "I was just coming to find you."

"Yeah?" Ashton asks. "Looking for this?"

He tugs on the hoodie he's wearing, something gray and worn enough that Michael's not sure what the original logo on the front was supposed to be.

"I figured you'd want it," Ashton says, already stripping it off, tugging down his t-shirt underneath so he doesn't accidentally take that off in the middle of the hallway, too. "You can't handle normal air conditioning anymore."

"Hey," Michael says in a token protest. He doesn't mind, though, not when Ashton is already holding the hoodie out for him to take. He slips it on easily, sighing in contentment at the way it blankets him. Ashton reaches around and adjusts the hood for him so it lays nicely.

"Thanks," he says, burrowing into it like a turtle finding shelter in its shell and slipping his hands into the pockets.

"I was thinking of watching a movie," Ashton says, gesturing back to his room. "Want to join?"

"You're not going to go exploring? I thought you were trying to see something new in every city we stop in," Michael asks. He's been invited to many of these outings so far this tour, but going from staying in LA to a different city each day tends to burn him out more than the concerts themselves do. Ashton is the opposite. He loves absorbing every new place they stop at by seeing as much of it as possible, especially since he wasn't allowed to during lockdown.

"Nah," Ashton says, shaking his head. "I'll do a bit of sight-seeing tomorrow, but I'm tired tonight. I'll let you choose the movie, if you want. Everything's set up in my room."

Michael hums. He was going to stay in and watch tv until his brain melts, but watching something with Ashton sounds better, especially when he's already wrapped up in his hoodie.

"Sure," he nods. "Let's do it."

"Great," Ashton grins. Michael pats his pockets to be sure he has his room key and phone, then gestures for Ashton to lead the way, snuggling further into the hoodie again. The warmth that he feels will stay through the next few hours, pressed near Ashton on the bed so they can both see the tv at the best angle, and he'll still be able to feel it lingering when he falls asleep back in his own bed, still wrapped up in Ashton's hoodie and warmth.