#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...

[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)

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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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[cosmal]

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

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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."

[neetily]

Hi hi! I'm glad to see you again, I hope you're doing okay!!

I was wondering if you had backups for your follower event fics? If you did, I'd love to see the seb + sam fic where the reader was trapped in a fence. If you don't have access it's okay! I'm just glad you feel comfortable enough to come back. Take care <3

hello love! thank you so much for the warm welcome back <3 !! im doing so much better now, thank you :D !!

i have backups of ALL my fics surprisingly. i didn't know i would, i thought they were all lost lol... but ao3 emailed me every single one so YEAH, i have the fic ur looking for!! here it is below <3

— ✧ warnings: stuck trope, oral fixation, spitroast, blowjob, established relationship (fuckbuddies), fingering, drool, saliva, brief cunnilingus, kissing, ass slapping — ✧ word count: 3,928

The opportunity that you've so unfortunately provided them today is stressful for only one out of the three present, and she's currently only went and got her dumb ass stuck in that rickety old fence he's made a comment or two about fixing before. Even offered to fix it up for you himself, the few times he's leaned on it for stability have resulted in his complete mistrust for the splint wood, worried that it might end up hurting you one day. From his position though, and Sam's, it's rather funny to see you between the slats if nothing else. Told ya so rests heavily on the tip of his tongue, begging to be tutted down at you with as much ill-intent as he feels in his tight chest. But what escapes him instead is a loud whistle, a little walk around your embarrassing predicament so as to fully take in the regrettable situation you find yourself in, because someone has to do it, right? And it sure as fuck isn't gonna be you, your face squished against the dirt below, ass up in the air for them to gawk at— did ya have to wear a skirt today, too? Almost as if you were intending for them to walk in on the lewd sight, the kind of imagery that only exists in porn to his knowledge. Not that he's complaining, really. A smile tugging at his lips as he assesses the scene with butterflies in his tummy.

It's the perfect opportunity, really. A quick glance towards Sam offering him the filthy resolution he's been seeking. The cheeky smirk his friend wears in kind, an unspoken communication of: she won't mind, right?

Given that they've played with you on plenty occasions before; were you perhaps trying to entice them on purpose? Needy little thing like you, getting yourself stuck in such plain view like that, knowing that they were planning on visiting today to help around the farm; and not just an excuse to play with you some more, promise! His boot coming out quick to kick at the fence where you aren't posted, the shrill squeak you let out in return from feeling the vibrations run along your trapped body tells him all he needs to know.

You really are stuck, you fucking idiot.

He walks to your front, bending his knees to squat before you. One finger under your chin to help tilt your gaze up to his half-lidded stare, a knowing smirk on his lips when you let out a low huff of disapproval at his leering. "How'd this happen, then?" He cocks his head to the side, peripheral vision granting him clarity on what Sam intends to do as his friend gets situated behind you, gaze glued to your ass as you unknowingly wiggle around for freedom. All you're doing is teasing them, baby... Inherently provocative, pushing their buttons without even trying. So really, it's your own fucking fault that he's bulging in his pants right now, isn't it? Which is why he feels no guilt in openly palming away between his legs, cock already hot and heavy under his perverted touch while awaiting your surely useless reply— it doesn't matter what you have to say for yourself, he's already made his mind up. And he's sure Sam is much the same, cock quickly hardening from behind your ass at the wordless agreement to take advantage of you in such an erotic position. Wouldn't you do the same if the roles were reversed? Fuck, now that's an idea, huh?

After some time, what is in actuality probably just a few seconds of more than likely resigning to your trapped fate, you answer him with a sigh. "Was trying to fix it, like you suggested..." Course you were, he thinks to himself. Didn't think to ask him for help like how he had offered, Sam too. Knowing that a dumb little girl like you wouldn't know where to even start when it comes to fixing things, right? So it's no surprise to him that you've gotten yourself in such a sticky situation; in more ways that one, soon enough, if he and Sam have anything to do about it. And really, it's only their opinion that truly matters right now, if you want any kind of hope of escaping your self imposed confines today that is. "And— Look, I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm here now, and no matter what I do I can't get out..."

He finally lets go of that self serving tut upon your lacking explanation, smiling to himself at Sam's matching patronising laugh. It's more than a shared want to exploit you for your mishap, rather, a deep seated need to express their mutual affections for you, in perhaps the filthiest way possible. Because it's the most easily understood confession, right? The finger he's got lifting your chin up dropping, and your head swiftly follows, still eagerly palming away at the tent in his pants when Sam places a hand on your ass and you jump in response—as much as possible given your stuck position—in an honest display for their eyes to feast on. You're real cute when you're unsure, bunny.

"Need some help?" Sam asks rhetorically, but the tone he carries his words with resembles more like a sugary sweet coo rather than anything genuine. A flirt, to an extent, letting his hand lightly grab and squeeze at the fat of your barely covered ass; you always were so good at teasing them, weren't you? So you've got no one to blame but yourself when his thumb digs into your ass, pulling at the cheek to taunt your stupidity, giving you a brief wow at the assumed sliver of cunt you offer him from behind your panties. "It'd sure be a shame if someone were t'find you stuck like this, right?" He practically slurs from above, enamoured by the sight of your pretty panty clad ass greeting him. It's one he's grown used to, late at night in your bedroom, even once or twice in the saloon bathroom, taking turns with Sebastian on who keeps watch to make sure no one but themselves get to see the mess their cocks fuck you into. But nonetheless, it's a pretty sight. Especially when his fingers dig harder into your ass, so soft and plush under his perverted touch, aren't you? And so ripe for the taking too, a sweet fruit for him to indulge in while Sebastian talks all nicely to you. All platitudes and pleasantries, keeping the faux casual act up as a means to make the situation just a little hotter. And it gets to Sam, too. Cock pulsing in his tight pants as you wiggle under his exploring touch, driven to tease you some more with the low condescending hum Sebastian lets out, as if he were scolding you.

But he's not, is he? The drone of his voice conveying only appreciation, instead. A small thanks for offering them such a prime opportunity. "Oh, but someone has found you, haven't we?" He begins, the sound of his zipper surely causing you to shiver some more against Sam's hands, made worse only by the tinkle of his friends belt unbuckling, quickly dropping to the ground beside you with a muted thud! "You're lucky it was us, sweetheart," He continues, fighting with his jeans to be able to tug them down low enough to let his cock spring free, the cool air that greets his red hot tip prompting beads of precum to drip for you. Aren't you thirsty, baby? It's a rather warm day today, after all, and God knows how long you've been stuck there. Thankfully, he knows exactly how to help quench you.

"Lucky t'have your friends here t'help you out, right?" Sam picks up where Sebastian left off, taking a harsh suck of air through gritted teeth when he inevitably starts playing with your panties out of instinct. Pinging them against you like the sadist he seems to be, just to hear you whine and beg for mercy. And he laughs to himself, dark and deep, all toothy for Sebastian to mimic when Sam too hauls his cock out of his underwear. Sebastian can't help but noticed the throb of it, veins popped with all the blood collected there. God you're so pretty when you're being so easy for them like this, Sebastian's chest tight at the mere thought of abusing your sorry state of affairs, cock leaking for you before he's even enacted his twisted plans.

"Guys, please—" You plead so prettily, did y'know that? The honeyed tone you adopt can only mean one thing, simply hearing you implore them to be of any actual use is enticing enough, Sebastian's cock twitching and dripping before you. But he waits, listens patiently to hear your plea before denying you the right of salvation. You'll get there, soon enough, but don't you owe them something first? "I've been here for so long, it hurts a little... Can you quit teasing and actually help me?"

They both bark laughter down at you, Sebastian taking to idly fucking his fist while Sam lazily flips your skirt up, enough to allow him to hook a finger under the waistband of your panties to pull them down. Sebastian watches as they pool around your ankle, squeezing the base of his cock a few times in response to Sam's rolled back eyes. "She's so wet already, Seb." Sam rasps, immediately poking and prodding about your perfect angel cunt like routine, finger stroking out those dulcet toned moans for Sebastian to affectionately smile at. Dirty girl, do you like getting caught?

"This what you need help with, right?" Sebastian coos down at you, once again lifting your head up to meet his sultry gaze, swallowing thickly at the sight of your furrowed brows and wobbly lips. His own throat dries as you stare back at him, knowing that he could cum at just the mere thought of your open, wanting, ready to receive cock, mouth. And here you are offering him that sulky expression for free; God, makes his cock ache from how desperately he needs you. "Sure seems like it," He huffs, expression turned a little more serious in the face of your unashamed lust; you might need actual help in freeing yourself, but you can't resist the opportunity of their attack, can you? You're no fucking better than they are, panting over you as if you were the tastiest fucking meal in the world, teeth baring in barely contained excitement to take a bite of you.

And Sam only confirms your stance with how squishy your cunt sounds for him, squelching and sucking his fingers in every time he buries them knuckle deep in your cunt. Exploring your insides like he's done countless times before, and yet still he's impressed with how soft and warm you are. Just a little stretching to help you take his cock, right? You're so used to him by now, don't you love the stretch he provides you? "Bet y'did this on purpose, didn't ya?" He sneers, knowing you can't properly reply when he's flicking the pads of his fingers against your soft spot.

"No... Promise, ah— It— It was an honest mistake..." You mumble your innocence, but the sound of your whiny moans thanks to Sam's fingers deep in your cunt goes right through Sebastian, straight down to his raging hard on that needs attending to, now that you've went and riled him up so easily like that. Joining his friend in kind when he grabs hold of his cock, still keeping your face up for your glassy eyes to peer at him, only... He now angles his cock right in front of you. Dangles it there, waggling it just out of reach of your lips to enjoy your eager whining. He's acting cocky for a reason, confident in Sam's abilities to finger fuck you all better so that he can have some fun with that expert mouth of yours— fuck, so good with your tongue, aren't you? And if he's honest with himself, he'd rather be balls deep down your throat than in your cunt, even if only by a small margin. Taking the opportunity to tap his tip against your lips when they part in pleasure, all thanks to Sam. Toying with you to his hearts content as you remain prone to his mistreatment, smearing fat globs of precum all over your pretty lips to leave them all wet and glossy for him to admire. You wear him well, he thinks to himself. Rolling his eyes to the back of his head when you deftly poke your tongue out for him, he was right. You are thirsty, aren't you? Being stuck must be hard work, poor girl... He's more than happy enough to give you a little drink— ecstatic, even, at the prospect of having your cute pouty lips wrapped tight around his cock. Needs it, really. Now that you've gone and provoked his open book obsession by lolling your tongue out, drooling to the ground under you in a lewd display. You're just so attractive to him, his heart skipping a beat at the way your body begs for his unfair touch. He only means to help you, right?

He's only doing you a favour by dipping his tip to your tongue, exhaling sharply at the wetness that immediately greets him. This must be how Sam feels right now, yeah? Fingering slick from your cunt while Sebastian indulges in your spit. Letting you kitten lick at it for a bit, merely watching you with curiosity as your eyelashes flutter shut so prettily he has no choice but to fall to his knees in submission. Fuck, you're already making him feel so good. If he could keep your moth attached to his cock forever, he'd do so in a heartbeat. Warm, wet, and so skilled; fucked that tight throat enough times to train you into being his personal blowjob hole, huh? Seething to himself at the way you lap up all of the copious amounts of precum your tongue coaxes from his cock, eyes trained on the cute pout you soon adorn because Sam's found your sweet spot. Not surprising, given that he's usually deep in your cunt some way every weekend, but Sebastian reacts as he usually does. With a hushed curse under his breath, instinctively bringing a hand up to your lips to fish hook your mouth back open for him. Leaking pre at the feeling of your saliva coating his fingers, drool collecting down his wrist as your tongue once again pokes out for his own selfish enjoyment. Taught you well, didn't he?

It's just that you look so good with a mouth full of cock, don't you? Hovering above you, repositioning himself so that it's easier to glide his cock down your throat when Sam withdraws his fingers from your cunt, causing Sebastian to grown out of desperation when his friend starts to coat his own cock with your slick. He knows how slippery you can get, but the view he has of your face from above, adorned by an aware welling of tears from their unjust treatment of your wedged body right now, is something he'd rather be viewing. Something he'd rather be taking advantage of, pressing his fat tip to your wanting tongue just in time to feel you rush a gasp out against him when Sam ultimately pushes his cock into your tight heat from behind out of necessity. A natural conclusion to seeing you present your holes to them today, Sebastian too taking advantage of you by sinking himself deeper into your mouth, causing your moans from Sam's slow rutting into you to become muffled around his cock.

"Jus' cashing in a favour before setting you free, babe." Sam struggles to get out from behind you, and Sebastian lets you know he agrees by tauntingly tapping at your cheek a few times. More spit, baby.

And you take them both so well, like a well trained dog, or a practiced doll. Easily allowing them to use you to their hearts content, a seedy sordid type of affair as they both fill you up all at once, leaving you a mere object of their affections as you're forced to accept their spitroast. But you're such a champ, God, Sebastian shoving his cock as far as he can down your tight throat until you start to gag a little, sweet little sounds vibrating around his tip for him to shudder a breath at. And Sam, eager to get the party started as per usual, offers you a brief smack on the ass with a wide grin. His tone tense when he praises you with: "So good, tight fuckin' body just wants to be fucked, right?" before he starts a quick enough pace to leave even Sebastian a bit winded from the sudden stimulation provided by your soft tongue rocked back and forth his throbbing cock.

Not that Sam can be faulted, mind you. Sebastian, too, wants to start ruining you, two palms secure on your cheeks to keep your head situated in the right place for him to fuck your throat in. Bending his body towards the fence, leaning his head against the broken post for stability so that all you can see is his pelvis, nose pushed up against his pubes every time Sam greedily fucks you forward. Sebastian winces a little at your movements, knowing that the wood might be scraping against your tender frame with how selfish Sam's thrusts are, but he can't bring himself to say anything about it when your tongue snakes around his length so well, just the way he likes. A blessing and a curse, honestly. Drool collecting in your mouth for him to fuck into, completely coating his cock in all of your saliva, feeling some of it dribble down your chin to land on his balls when he starts to fuck your throat in tandem with Sam's humps. Which is so fucking hot by the way, fuck— how you're unable to contain yourself, dribbling all over him so nicely that his tummy flips with excitement. You deserve some more praise for indulging him, he thinks. For getting yourself stuck in the first place, as well as for servicing them so perfectly; but your tight throat leaves him gasping for air. Panting over the fence as he takes in the sight of Sam's determination too, greedy hands gripping harshly to your hips, brows knitting together in sheer focus of your tight angel cunt. And then, their eyes meet. Mid stroke together, matching each others speed and intensity flawlessly as you choke and sputter between them, bet your squishy thighs are trembling together too, huh? Your dainty hands attempting to find purchase in the ground below as Sebastian's balls repeatedly knock against your chin, tacky with spit as his fat cock cuts off your air supply.

And what's a little kiss shared amongst friends, right? It wouldn't be the first, and it sure as shit won't be the last from how enthusiastically Sam leans forward, tongue already wetting his lips before Sebastian meets him with heated arousal. Openly moaning down each others throats as soon as possible, listening intently to your wet little cunt suck Sam's cock off so well, and your muffled whines for more when Sebastian pulls your head closer to his crotch with every desperate fuck down your throat. You're so perfect for them, pretty pursed lips wrapped so nicely around his pulsing cock, one of his hands slipping to the back of your head in plain need to fuck deeper, to feel the way your throat closes around his dribbling tip as you're forced to drink up all his spilling precum; just like how he's made to swallow every drop of saliva Sam drips onto his tongue, less sharing a heated kiss and more so acting like dogs. Lips barely pressed together, tongues interlocked, delving into each others mouths without ever fully closing the kiss, resulting in drool pooling onto your exposed ass.

It's all a bit too much for Sebastian. To be doing something so lewd out in public— fuck, anyone could walk by, couldn't they? And maybe they already have, greeted to the sight of the towns cute little farmer getting fucking abused by her best friends fat cocks, watching the way Sam and himself encourage the other to continue degrading you on your own turf by way of the intense kiss they share, moaning, humping, hands slipping and cocks gliding; God that's so hot, isn't it?

Hot enough for his fingers to intertwine in your hair, tugging on it harshly as a warning for his approaching orgasm. Sam, too, slaps your ass again once pulling away from the kiss. A look of pure pleasure on his face, coated in a light sheen of spit for Sebastian to stare at with adoration. Both huffing and moaning above you, too lost in the satisfaction your pretty body provides them to give you the compliments you deserve, too busy making themselves feel good by fucking your tight little holes to verbalize their thanks, their appreciation.

But you understand, right? You know that as Sam gives you a final brutal fuck, resting his heavy balls against your sopping cunt, bullying his tip against your cervix as a fat load shoots out just for you, that he's saying thank you, right? And that when Sebastian shoves his cock right down your closing throat, ignoring the sweet sputters for air you choke around him, the way you flail around is so fucking hot, fuck, keep struggling to take him, baby, keeping your face flush against his pelvis so that he can properly reward you with his spilling seed to coat your throat all sticky, that he's saying thank you too, right? Both men heaving above and behind you, revelling in the feeling of your still needy body attempting to suckle them some more in hopes of reaching your own end, fuck, so good. Poor thing, they've neglected to appropriately tend to you in their rush to use you, haven't they?

But as Sam pulls out of your stretched hole, Sebastian follows. Hearts in his eyes at the way you immediately hack and cough towards the ground, drool still yet dripping from your pretty lips for him to smile lovingly at.

Not a word is shared, Sebastian content enough just to watch you struggle some more while Sam repositions himself to lay on the ground, face up towards your cunt as his arms wrap around your lower back, gently tugging you a bit closer to his nose for him to huff at your sweet cunt scent. Gross, isn't it? How the semen that sticks to your hole makes it smell all the better to him, dirty fucking pervert that he is.

A single lap at your slit is all it takes to have you moaning again, and for inspiration to strike Sebastian and his still rock hard cock.

Maybe he can have a shot of your cunt now, yeah? Or, maybe he'd like to shut you up again. Keep your cock holster mouth quiet so no one can find them forcefully misusing you. He does so love fucking that pretty mouth of yours, finding himself staring down at it again as you whimper oh so seductively for them.

They're only doing it to help you though, remember?

[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.

[alwayzraven]

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.

[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.

[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 :(

[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.

[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.

[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.

[planetsano]

a family-friendly sleepover.

SYNOPSIS ☆ "can I request reki and his s/o having their first sleepover together :) nothin nsfw!! just fluff and the both of them being dorks"

WARNINGS ☆ gn!reader but reki's baby sisters dress you up in a princess outfit.

PAIRING ☆ reki kyan x gn!reader

A/N ☆ I made this into a bullet fic/headcanon sort of thing. I hope that's okay, it's just easier for me to convey ideas! ;(

I don't think it would be planned! It would just sort of happen.

The relationship was still new-ish, with it only being official for a month and a few days, but the two of you were inseparable.

One night after a skate date, you two decided to spend a little more time together back at his house. It was supposed to be an hour and thirty minutes max.

But there you two were cuddling and all pouty because you had to leave.

"It's late. I should go." Your voice is muffled from your face being buried into Reki's neck. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, rubbing on your back while. Your hand was on the other side of his neck, snuggling into him closer.

It was silent for a bit, the both of you unmoving because you didn't want to separate—puppy love.

A few more minutes passed, and you sighed. Now you had to get up. You sat on your knees, and you looked at Reki with a pout.

"C'mon, walk me out." You hit his chest gently. He groans and sits up, looking at you in your eyes.

"Do you really have to leave?" Reki asks.

You thought about it. You didn't necessarily have to leave, but you were supposed to, right?

"I mean, no but-" You stated but he cut you off.

"You can stay the night," He pauses, realizing what he just said. He was ready, but that's a significant milestone in any relationship, and maybe you weren't there yet. "Only if you want!" He gave you a nervous chuckle.

"Baby, are you sure?” Your hands found the sides of his face. “Will your mom mind?” Your thumbs rubbed his cheeks.

"I’m sure! She won't mind. I'll tell her it'll be a family-friendly sleepover."

“A family-friendly sleepover, babe?” You giggle and peck his lips.

"Yeah, it sounds PG, Ya know?”

Reki's mom and his sisters were so excited to have you over. His mother showed you some of his baby photos, and his sisters pulled you into one of their rooms. The oldest wanting boy advice, and the younger sisters just wanted to play dress up.

While you were occupied with his family, he took the time to get you everything you needed for the night. A toothbrush, a face towel, and pajamas (which consisted of one of his oversized shirts and baggy pajama pants)

Honestly, he was nervous the whole time he was preparing everything :(

He just wants everything to go well even though it was a last-minute thing, and there wasn't much he could do to plan.

Reki makes his bed and straightens up his room a bit even though it was already clean. Are there enough pillows??? Would you need more blankets??? Shit, he had to grab some extra drinks just in case you get thirsty!! He's a little ✨ frantic ✨

He folds your PJs in a neat square on his bed and even goes the extra mile to light a couple of sweetly scented candles and get more pillows

When he's satisfied, he'll go to his sister's room and knock on the door. He pokes his head in to see you wearing a tiara and an exceptionally poorly fitted princess dress. It was obviously made for a child the way it wouldn't close around your frame. Reki thought you looked adorable, but it was Reki-(Name) time now.

"Can I have my (Name) back?" He asks with a pout. His sisters shout a playful "no!"

"No? Let's fight then!" Reki comes into the room entirely fists raised.

Cue a fun sibling fight for your attention and love—spoiler alert. Reki wins, but only because they went easy on him. It was getting late anyway.

He takes you back to his room after you politely return your costume to his little twin sisters, and pinky promise you'll play again soon.

You smile when you see all the little things he's done and put out for you. You notice it all, from the candles to the couple bottles of water and snack sitting on his desk.

You guys brush your teeth and wash your face together. It's very much that scene from Bring It On. Lots of flirting through the mirror and hip bumps trying to fight for more mirror space.

He only gets "slightly" shy when he realizes you have to change.

"Uh, I'll let you change in here.." He says before he takes pajamas of his own out of his drawer. "I'll be right back!" He says and exits his room.

A few minutes will pass, and he's all dressed for bed. He knocks gently on his door, waiting on your response.

"Come in!"

He slides his door open to find you sitting crisscross applesauce on his bed. You look so sweet in PJs and a small smile on your face while you make grabby hands at him.

"Cuddle time, baby!" You say cutely.

Excited puppy Reki activated.

Reki takes so many candid pictures and videos of you. He makes one of the photographs his phone's lock screen. It's not a candid, but you're posing with two peace signs held up and a cute smile.

You guys are definitely making tiktoks too. (he's a surprisingly good dancer??????)

Netflix, Hulu, Disney Plus? He has it all on his laptop.

You guys get in a comfy cuddle position and watch movies and cartoons for a while. The Scooby-Doo live-action movie? Watched. A few episodes of Regular Show and Adventure Time? Watched.

He notices when you're quieter than usual—your cute little giggles at funny scenes dying down to soft hums.

"Sleepy?" He asks with a soft smile, and you nod your head in response. Your eyes were getting heavier and heavier by the second.

Reki closes his laptop and starts to get up.

"Hnng- Where you are goin'?" You whine and ball his shirt in your fists.

"I gotta blow out the candles and put this up. I'll be back in no time, lovebug." He kisses your forehead, and you let him go.

You watch him get up and put his laptop on his desk, plugging it up to its charger. Before he blows out the candles, he turns to look at you.

"You don't need a nightlight, right? Because I have one if you need it, babe! I'm not judging!" Reki says

"Reki, I don't need a nightlight. Thank you, though, baby." You giggle softly, then pat the warm spot his body left next to you. "Hurry."

He blows out the candles quickly before sliding into bed with you. His body was resting on top of yours while your fingers massaged his hair.

"Goodnight, (Name). I..." He pauses. "I'm happy you stayed." Nice save.

"Night, baby. I'm happy too.."

Reki wants to save the L word for another time.

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

[spideyspeaches]

Gold Rush ↬ t.h

Gif by @parkeraul :)

A/N: I'm in love with that song 🙈 also here's my super late contribution of professor!tom 😋 cause I've been procrastinating on the wandavision au (in my defence though, it's taking a lot of brainstorming 😂) anyway here you go-

Wc: 2.6k+

Warnings: lemme know if you find one :)

Summary: He taught British History and you chastise yourself for not auditing for that subject earlier.

Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader

Masterlist || Taglist

Waking up with a start, you groan at the shrill sound of your alarm. With a sigh that was more of a grunt of annoyance, you tried to reach for your phone at the side table, hissing when you felt the corner of your elbow hit the table, pain shooting up to your shoulder. 

Great, you weren't even up yet and your day was already going shitty. You just hoped that your professor won't be grumpy about you being late for the millionth time this semester. 

You hated cultural architecture. You had nothing against the course, but You hated your professor with a passion and wished that you could burn your textbooks for all you cared, right in front of your teacher's eyes, watch him writhe in fear as you banished the very existence of your material. 

You were being dramatic, but in your defence, your professor was an old bastard who never left an opportunity to reprimand you, going as far as letting you know how uneven your margins were on your latest project. 

He wore birkenstocks with a three piece. You wouldn't trust him with your assignments. 

Getting out of your dorm room was work, hard work. But you got out, brushed your teeth and wore what you hoped were presentable clothing. 

"You look hungover." Your roommate, Stacy, commented, spitting in the sink as you scowled at her. 

She was straightforward, outspoken and somehow managed to look like one of those Victoria secrets models that you loathed, even at seven in the morning. You hated her. 

(You didn't.)

"Thanks, I hope I smell too. Want that son of a bitch- what's his name, Wilson, to suffer for giving me that C minus on my thesis." You grumbled, rubbing your hands through your hair to flat them out. 

"You really hate him, don't you." She snickered, popping off her shirt. You tried not to look, not wanting to come off as a pervert, but damn, she was fit. You contemplated her words, frowning at your own reflection. 

You looked disheveled, the dark eye bags under your eyes very apparent as you tried to mask them with foundation, setting your hair for the millionth time. Oh well, you were presentable enough. Sweatpants would have to do for your only class today, you could binge Netflix after this wretched class. 

"I do. I hope his third wife divorces him and he loses his thermos of coffee in the subway." You said, adding your look finally before wearing your shoes. 

"That's cruel, didn't know you had it in you." She snickered, patting your back and following you as you closed the door, "Well I have to go to my boring science lectures now so, see you later hun." 

"Yeah, enjoy your chemistry period with your boyfriend!" You cheered sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging her to tell her that you were only joking. Your relationship was this, of jokes and hugs and kisses. You considered her your best friend. 

Rushing towards the gates of your university, you hastily tightened your loosening hair tie, adjusting the straps of your bags. You were pretty sure you had broken your record of being late to your class. You may hate the professor, but you actually enjoyed the subject. 

Wheezing as you ran past the late comers, you nodded at the receptionist, hastily signing yourself in. You would blame your clumsiness for what happened next, because one second you were fixing your sande on the foot of the fountain, and next thing you knew you were crashing into a firm body, your nose hitting the random stranger’s chest.

"I’m so sorry! I’m kinda late to class and I wasn’t looking and- whoa, ow.” You rushed your words, groaning when you felt blood rush from your head to toe, nose throbbing with double vision, a reminder of your clumsiness. 

“Whoa, hey calm down, it’s okay, I wasn’t looking either.” The stranger said, his thick South Western accent snapping you out of your self pity. 

You felt blood rush to your cheeks instead, not anticipating your face in a flush this early in the morning, when you got a good look at the stranger. He was good looking, in his black high turtleneck and brown checkered pants. He had a small leather satchel clutched in his hands, face looking as flushed as you felt when you realised that you had been gawking at him.

He was probably no older than his mid twenties, making you wonder what he was doing in your university. He was too old to be a student, and too young to be a professor. But then again, you wouldn't judge him for joining college late.

Right? 

"S-sorry, you um, you must be really late, you should go." He stuttered, your heart fluttering at his dimpled chin and thick accent. His eyes were gleaming in the morning sun, captivating in a way that left you in awe. 

"Um yeah, I am." You nodded, composing yourself, hoping that you didn't look too sleep deprived or disheveled, "where are you going, if you don't mind me asking."  

"Um, the architecture wing?" He said, unconsciously stepping besides you.

"Oh, I'm going that way. Is it your first time coming here? Haven't seen you around." You asked, trying not to stare at his sharp jawline and the way the morning sun hit him just right, illuminating and accentuating his curly brown hair. 

"Yeah, it's my first lecture, so um, looks like I'm late too." He smiled. It was infectious, you noticed as you mirrored his expression. 

"Oh, you're a student?" 

"Actually, I'm a professor. Just transferred from UCL." 

So you were right, he was a professor. He looks so young though. You thought, nodding at him, your thoughts interrupted by his laugh. Looking at him with confusion, you raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, everyone says that. I started right after finishing graduation so, I guess I'm not much older than you." He smiled, kicking the small pebbles littered around the set grassy ground. It had just rained, the smell of wet ground still fresh. 

"I said that out loud didn't I?" You smirked, ducking your head to hide. 

"You did." 

Entering the building, you realised that you hadn't asked which subject he taught, crossing your fingers and hoping that he would replace the old bastard that taught you cultural architecture. 

"I forgot to ask, which lecture do you teach?" You asked, looking for your class in the end. The hallways were empty, it was way past your first lecture and all the students were already in the auditorium. 

"Oh, uh, British History." He answered. You didn't let disappointment show too much on your face, smiling shyly before gesturing towards the class, "that's you." 

"Oh, um thank you." He smiled, pursing his thin lips together as he walked towards the class. You could hear screaming of the students as you both neared the classroom, you still standing by the door, "I didn't get your name." 

His question snapped you out of your disappointed gaze, 

"Oh, it's Y/n. Y/n L/n." You said with a smile. 

"Pleasure to meet you Y/n, I'm Thomas Holland, but you can call me Tom." He said awkwardly, before turning back to his class, who had yet to notice him.

"The pleasure's all mine Professor." 

For the first time in your college life, you didn't feel like tearing your hair off during your lecture, your thoughts wandering around. You wanted to berate yourself for not paying attention, but your thoughts kept going there. 

It was funny, how you met him not long ago and he was already taking up residence in your brain. You could not control your feelings after all. Something akin to nausea or excitement eased into your stomach when you pictured his smile, his black turtleneck that accentuated his biceps and pectorals. The little rebellious eyebrow and the tiny scar above it. 

It made your heart flutter, everything seemingly seemed to stop around you. It scared you a bit, how You had managed to envision the little details of his face in your brain after such a short duration. 

You didn't realise that you were smiling until you felt a nudge on your side, making you nearly jump on your seat. 

"What?!" You hissed, scowling at your classmate. 

"Who're you thinking about?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she leaned towards you. You had known her long enough to know her name but never bothered learning, and you were too scared to ask now. 

"It's none of your business." You muttered, glancing up to see your professor scowling at a student as they stood up. 

"Well okay, but did you hear about the hot new professor? Apparently he's teaching British History, I regret not taking that as a subject now." She said, her cheeks flushed with excitement. You furrowed your brows, feeling a pang in your chest at the realisation that you were probably just another girl with a stupid crush on the hot professor, that there were already girls who would die to feel his touch. 

"How do you know about him?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as you try to act nonchalant. You weren't being subtle, apparently, because you could see her snapping her bubblegum with a smirk, leaning forward as if trading secrets. 

"You kidding right? Everyone knows about him, you got a crush on him or something?" She suggested, scooting close enough to make you squirm. 

"I literally just met him, and ew, he's a professor, why would I see him that way?" You whisper, willing your heart to stop palpitating at the thought of said professor, your gut twisting in anticipation. 

"I don't know girl, he's hot and young and so much better than this bastard." She sighed, leaning on her palm with a fake dreamy expression. 

You went back to ignoring her after that, noticing how her notebook said 'Eloise'. At least you didn't have to ask her her name now. 

Your class went surprisingly well, or maybe it was because you weren't paying attention and thinking about him again. You really needed to get a grip on yourself. 

Walking out of your class, you decided to go to the cafeteria, your stomach begging for your attention.

Setting your things on a table, you took out your phone to scroll through Instagram, before switching it off and looking around the cafeteria. You didn't know what you were expecting to see, but your stomach was gurgling with hunger and nothing made sense when you were hungry. 

Walking to grab something to eat, you pick up your bag, hanging it over one of your shoulders before getting in the line. 

Just as you were about to turn with your bun and cup of coffee, you crashed into someone for the second time that day. Cursing your clumsiness, you heard a familiar British accent curse not very colourful words, making you stumble over as you tried to wipe off the hot coffee off his shirt.

"Hey, it's okay." He said, stopping your frantic gestures by holding your wrist with his to cease any movements.

"Professor Holland! I'm so sorry, it's like, I'm just clumsy. I have no excuse." You sighed in resignation, mentally facepalming at spilling your coffee at the hot professor. 

"It's okay darling, I've had much worse spilled on me." He smirked, his hand still holding on to yours. You had started walking away from the location, and yet his hand didn't let go, "You know, I used to babysit during my college days." 

"Oh, babysitting, right of course." You chuckled awkwardly, chest heaving with the sudden close proximity with the professor, dissipating the not quite PG thought that just occurred in your mind at his words.. 

"Sorry for-" You said in unison with him, chuckling. 

"You go first." He said.

"I'm sorry for spilling coffee on You, it must have hurt and I ruined your shirt and now there's a big splotch of coffee right in the middle!" You said, circling your fingers around your palm as you walked with your back to the exit as you walked out of the cafeteria, food forgotten and him following your pace. 

Before you could continue your awkward blabber, you were standing in the garden outside, leaning against a pillar with the garden in your view looking golden in the setting sun. He was standing in your view, the shadows around his jaw making it look sharp enough to cut glass. 

Taking a breath, you looked up at his smiling form with confusion when he didn't answer, instead leant onto the pillar next to you.

"You were... gonna say something?" You reminded, smiling awkwardly as you fiddled with your fingers.

"Oh? Oh! Oh yes yes, You know, I was kind of disappointed that you weren't in my class, Mister Wilson talks very highly of you." He said, folding his arms on his chest, it made his biceps bulge. 

"He does?" You looked at him with surprise, guilt panging in your chest when you remembered yourself bad mouthing the professor not long ago. 

"Yes, says you're a bright student with a bright future." He answered, leaning his head back so that his neck was exposed, Adam's Apple bobbing as he gulped, his hair falling into place perfectly against his forehead. The arch of his neck was beautiful, tracing it with your eyeballs as you imagined which other curves of his were as beautiful, immediately dismissing those thoughts, chastising yourself for thinking such a way of a professor. 

"That's… sweet of him. I've never heard him compliment me once in the two and half years I've been in his class." You chuckle, leaning your elbow on the pillar to get a better look at his side profile. 

"Hmm, he says he's hard on you because he wants you to do your best..." 

You stopped listening past that, your breath growing more erratic the more he talked, his smooth voice washing over you like warm honey with a squeeze of lemon. Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, your heart leaping, leaving you nauseous and in a dream like trance. 

Tom noticed immediately, noticing your slouched posture as you stared at him with a small smile, the upturn of your lips so inviting that he almost dived in, wanting to know the feeling of them what they felt like against his. 

He wasn't the kind to date his students, in fact, he rarely dated after joining uni and becoming a professor. 

He strictly believed that student/teacher relationships should end in only a professional non romantic set up. That was all up until he crashed into you that morning. 

You had been in his mind all day, stirring him crazy as he imagined your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your subject of interest, the say your fingers fiddled with the ring you wore on your index finger. 

He wondered if this feeling would last forever or become a vague memory, an attraction of hearts that didn't last but felt good till it did. If he was rushing, or if you even felt the same way. 

He was smart, of course that's how he became a teacher, but he still couldn't place your feelings. 

So when he saw you staring at him, his heart leaping in his throat at your adorable smile, the only logical answer his brain gave was that you liked him too. Temporary attraction or not, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in it's mouth. 

Next thing he knew your lips were crashing onto his, your chest pressed against his firmly as your hands reached up to the base of his neck. 

Your fingers were soft, tongue swishing against his as he opened his mouth to let you enter. His hands automatically reach for your waist, holding onto firmly as he slammed you against the pillar. 

The sun was nearly down, the last of the rays hitting the garden, lighting you both up in a golden glow that left you breathless with a fire raging in your souls. 

"What do you say that I audit for British history? I'd like to learn more lessons from you, Professor Holland." You said, breathless against his chest, hiding your nose against his sternum, blood rushing to your ears as his warm hand burned against the bare skin underneath your shirt. 

"That would be great darling, anything to see your pretty smile every morning." 

A/N: let me know what you think! :)