#dont get me started on the tangle or the sprawl

[carbkaiju]

I wanna say it The music in DD2 is such a downgrade :\

And the game has the same composer as the first. so what happened? The music all has the same melody and sounds like it's being piped in from another room underground. The equalizing is very muted, I strongly guess the reason is to make the music more streamer friendly so it's easier for people to talk over the game.

The music from the Warrens AND the Cove still shake my damn heart, it's incredible stuff! Each zone in DD1 has a unique melody and instrumentation, it goes above and beyond to build atmosphere.

I was disappointed to find the last confession boss has the same music as fighting The Heart. Really. I wanted to feel the horror of fighting this monstrosity - instead I was given trodden ground.

[flowerpotmage]

Emmm if you’re stilling do kiss prompts can you do #33 with Bucky?

HI ANON I CERTAINLY FUCKIN CAN!!!! I love him so much you dont even know

This oneshot on ao3 here

Prompt list here

Summary: Bucky Barnes enjoys giving our foul-mouthed reader some light hearted teasing, and one day he comes back from a mission injured.

Warnings: Blood, nail biting habits, swearing

Features a gender neutral and undescribed reader, as usual

"Gallant"

"Don't be fucking stupid," you scoff. "Arwen would never pick you over Aragorn."

Bucky grins back at you cheekily. "No? Why not?"

You roll your eyes. "First of all," you begin, gesturing a hand wildly as you sit back in your own seat. "They have a history." You cross your arms, ignoring Bucky’s gaze from where comfortably sprawled in his seat on the opposite side of your desk. "They're basically soulmates. You can't separate that no matter how charming you are." Your eyes widen slightly, and you start to correct yourself. “How charming you think you-!”

"So you think I'm charming?" He leans forward in his seat. "I didn't know you thought so highly-"

"Oh fuck off," you shoot him a glare. "That's not what I said!"

"You said 'no matter how charming you are,' in a conversation about if I could... What was it? 'Pull' Arwen?" He wrinkles his nose at the slang. "It's hardly a stretch."

You roll your eyes. "You're distracting me, Barnes. Do you want me to fuck up this research for your mission?"

He leans back again, hands up in surrender. "I'll go, I'll go."

You keep your glare on him and his badly repressed smirk as he rises and leaves the room, shooting you a grin as he looks back at you from the exit.

You sip the coffee he leaves behind for you, a bribe to get you to add your own time to the research for his mission in two days.

“Damn it,” you hiss, setting it down. “That's fucking delicious.”

---

“You look rough,” Natasha says the next morning, standing in the doorway to your office.

You look up and blink your heavy eyes. “Late night,” you reply, turning to your computer to turn it on. “Got carried away with research.”

“Oh?” She pushes herself off of the doorframe and enters the room. “Researching what?”

“Just extra stuff for Barnes’s mission tomorrow.”

She doesn’t reply, and after a moment of silence you look up at her, to see her smirking.

“What?”

“Late night for Barnes…” She grins, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh shut your smug Russian mouth,” you grumble. “It's just my job.”

“Uh-huh,” she raises her eyebrows. “And who asked you to do the extra research?”

You sigh, and look at her again. Her eyes flick to the empty coffee cup in the corner trash can.

“He bribed me,” you reply flatly, holding her gaze. “You should report me to Pepper. I’m a weak link.”

She laughs at your deadpan expression. “Your secret is safe with me.”

The way her eyes sparkle makes you think she doesn’t just mean the coffee.

---

It’s four days later when you’re leaving a check up on your bad knee in the medical wing of the compound that Barnes returns. It’d be hard to miss when he enters the wing, given that he’s wheeled in on one of Stark’s pretentiously high-tech gurneys and his stomach, and the sheets underneath him, are soaked in blood.

“Hey,” he says, face pale and jaw tense as he’s whisked past you in the hallway.

Your jaw drops. “Barnes?” You chase the group of medical professionals down the hall once you snap out of your shock. “What happened, is he okay?”

“Please wait out here,” one of them says, holding their hands up to stop you from following through the swinging doors.

And you obey, despite your anxiety, knowing that it's best to leave it to the professionals.

“Barnes?” A voice comes from behind you. It’s Natasha, loose pieces of her hair tangled after having escaped from her otherwise surprisingly intact braid. Her hands are clean, but you see the blood that lingers, caught in her fingernails and under the cuff of her sleeve. You’re sure if her uniform wasn’t so deeply black you’d see stains of his blood on the fabric.

“They took him through there,” you gesture at the doors, an arm around your middle. “What happened?” The fingertips of your gesturing hand land on your lips, a remnant of your old nail biting habit.

“It was a kid,” Natasha says. “He was covering a kid from gunfire. Hit him in the side, no vital organs, just a few bullets and a lot of blood.” Even her brow is creased in worry despite her reassurances. “He’ll be okay.”

You just nod. “Yeah.” Your teeth toy with one of your nails, finding their way between the white of it and your skin.

Natasha tsks at you, reaching out to pull your hand from your mouth. “He will. He’s tougher than a few little bullets. I should know.”

You let out a small laugh. “Right.”

“Come on.” She nods her head towards the exit. “I need to clean up and it’ll probably be at least an hour before they’re done cleaning your man up.”

“He’s not-! There’s nothing going on, Natasha,” you insist.

She just quirks a brow at you. “Well. My mistake, then.”

You follow her out to grab a snack while you wait, and she leaves to go shower and change. You return to the medical wing with a pudding cup, eating it absentmindedly in the hallway that feels much too similar to a traditional hospital to relax in. You’ve finished it and are sitting with the empty plastic in your hand when a doctor finds you.

“He’ll be fine,” she says. “With his super soldier healing he’ll probably be up and about in just a few days.”

You sigh in relief.

“You can go in, if you like,” she nods over her shoulder. “He’s just resting now.”

“Thank you,” you say, already halfway through the doors.

Bucky is lying propped on a clean hospital bed when you find his room. He still looks a little pale, although nowhere near as much as when he had been wheeled in. He’s relaxed, as well, jaw unclenched, and head resting against crisp white pillows.

“I heard you got shot up shielding a kid,” you say, and his eyes open to land on you. “That’s pretty fucking gallant, Barnes.”

He smiles, eyes closing. “I’m a gallant man, what can I say?”

You approach his bedside. “How are you feeling?”

He opens his eyes again to look at you. “‘M fine,” he says. “A little sore, from them digging around in there to get the things out, but I’ll be up and about in no time.” A little grin spreads across his lips. “Why, you worried about me, gorgeous?”

Your scowl makes him laugh, which quickly turns to a groan when the sudden muscle movement hurts his injury. You just stare at him, a burning impulse bubbling up in your hands. He sighs, relaxing back into the pillows, when you give in.

You grab the front of his hospital gown and lean in abruptly, pressing a hard kiss onto his mouth before dropping him and pulling away, his head following yours as you retreat.

When you open your eyes, both of you are staring wide eyed at the other. His lips are slightly parted in surprise, and he slowly starts to grin.

“I thought there wasn’t anything going on?” Comes the amused voice of Natasha from behind you, and Bucky grins wider when you throw your hands up in the air in exasperation.

[flutteringfable]

big ol’ furina headcanon list like my venti one <3

yall know the drill. time for me to gush about my specialest girl whom i love very much. i’m not at full friendship with her quite yet, so hopefully these are mostly accurate jfndksnd—

fontaine spoilers ahead; tread with caution!!

starting at the top with her hair!

furina is incredibly neat, and likes to keep her hair perfect at all times

…. well, except for when she doesn’t have to go out anywhere.

she likes keeping it short since it’s less to deal with, and it puffs up easier after it’s washed.

probably has super soft hair that you can run your fingers through and not catch on any tangles

if she’s feeling too tired to actually do her hair, she’ll pull it into a bun

twirls her hair around her finger when she’s stressed or anxious

she likes having her bangs longer and her hair fluffier because she can cover her face with it. it makes her feel more secure, and while she was acting as the hydro archon she used it to more easily hide her true emotions.

overall, she just has really clean, soft hair and she likes to take good care of it.

moving down a bit to her face!

dark circles under her eyes. she covers them with makeup to keep up appearances when she’s acting as the archon, but when she steps down she gets a lot more sleep so they gradually go away.

doesn’t have many marks on her face, save for a few scattered freckles

her face sunburns so so easily, please make sure she puts sunscreen on it before she goes outside!! maybe kiss it better if she does get burnt

her expression changes almost as a reflex when she feels the need to act and hide her emotions. it’s a bad habit of hers that she’s still trying to get out of.

dislikes being seen crying, and will often refuse comfort if someone notices she’s upset.

able to hold back tears well, but the minute something or someone presses a little too much she’ll start crying without even realizing it.

chews on her lips when she’s bored or focused.

somewhat poor eyesight from staying up late reading novels

very squishy cheeks, if you’re close enough to her and ask very nicely she’ll let you squish them (partly because she likes having her face held)

has a very dramatic pout. like, sticks her bottom lip out puppy dog eyes pout.

likes to wear sparkly eyeshadow and lipgloss

next, her build!

furina is pretty short, standing at about 5’ 0” (she will tell you she’s 5’ 2”. do not believe her lies but go along with it for her sake)

sof tumy………

her chest is also soft!

i imagine she felt the need to keep up appearances while acting as the archon, so her posture was more rigid, but now she tends to gradually slide into a slouch when she’s on soft chairs or couches, and likes to sprawl when there’s room.

girlie is the embodiment of “gay people dont know how to sit in chairs”

she has what looks like a burn scar on her right hand from when she put her hand into the primordial seawater during the trial

a really neat furina rp account (@myjustice i believe? i think..? i follow too many genshin rp accs bajdbsjdnsjd) mentioned that the glowy bits on her skirt are her oceanid fins, and i can totally get behind that!!

i also like the idea of her with small webbing between her fingers pre-archon-trial?

i feel like after the trial she would lose a lot of her more oceanid-like features since fontainians have officially become human? or maybe they would stay…? idrk! the concept of her with more aquatic features is rly cool to think about nonetheless.

i think she would like beachcombing a lot, and frequently goes out to the beaches and lakes of fontaine to look for shells and trinkets!

gets paper cuts on her hands from reading all the time

finally, her outfit!

likes looser, more casual clothing when she’s at home.

whatever the big tshirt/hoodie equivalent in teyvat is, she has it

despite this, she still loves intricate formalwear and spends a lot of time at the boutique, usually just to browse

she uses the shells she collects to make jewelry!

she probably got a lot of jewelry gifts from citizens during her time as the archon, and adds them to her outfits whenever she feels like they need something extra

likes fluffy and flowy skirts. if it doesn’t flow outwards when she twirls, she doesn’t want it

picks at the buttons on her sleeves when she’s bored or nervous

loves fur lined items in the winter, because they keep her warm but also aren’t too bulky

i like the idea of her in a white sundress when she goes to the beach

conclusion: i just want to see her dressed up in lots of pretty outfits lmao

[one800127]

Gimme gimme more

Warnings⚠️: SMUT, mafia!boyfriend!jaehyun because that’s hot, threesome 0_0 and awkward sex positions, sprinkle of fluff <3

Going on “business trips” with your boyfriend and his group were so fun. During your free time when he isn’t off with the boys making sketchy deals or sinking a dead body, you two would go out to a club, and bring home a wasted girl or boy to fuck around with, literally.

The burnt out cigarettes and ash tray fall from the night stand as Jaehyun pistons his hips into the girl who is currently sprawled out on your shared bed. You’re right behind your boyfriend, making him sandwiched between you and the girl, grinding against him and kissing his neck. The girl sits up and starts to straddle your boyfriend and kiss him deeply. Jaehyun grabs her ass and slams her down onto his length, fucking her even deeper, making her moan out loudly.

Whenever stuff like this happens, it’s all fun and games until you start to get heated with the way your boyfriend seems to be paying more attention to her. You start to grind your aching clit against Jaehyun’s ass and start to whine. Jaehyun then turns his head to see you in his peripheral vision, smirking at how much you want him to fuck you.

To rile you up even more, Jaehyun grabs your left wrist and pulls you down to lay down right next to the girl. Smirking at the both you, he pulls out of her. “Please each other” Jaehyun says as he gets up from the bed to light himself another cigarette. The two of you whine, making you sound like desperate bitches. “You haven’t even fucked me, Jae!” you yell at your boyfriend, and the girl next to you scoffs quietly in victory.

Jaehyun then goes to your side of the bed, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. “I said, please each other. Why can’t you do that one thing.” He let’s go of you, then sits at the edge of the bed. Turning to her, you start to kiss her, and she kisses you back, your hands roaming around each other.

After some hours, she falls asleep on the left side of the bed, while on the right, you’re straddling Jaehyun, his back is against the head board and you two are kissing each other. Pulling away from him, you run your fingers through his hair, glaring at him a little. “I hate it when you get me mad” you tell him as you lean in against his lips. He grabs your hand and intertwines it with his, telling you “I only do it to make up for later” he smirks and his hand reaches between you two. Feeling his length enter your body, you gasp as you keep eye contact with him. For the rest of the night, your bodies are tangled up as he softly makes love to you, not even caring about the girl who is currently sleeping next to you guys.

i dont get how the title coordinates with the plot because i was listening to a britney spears song NAUFJSIFJ but thanks for requesting girlie i had fun writing this 👹♥️

[baronesscmd]

@anubis-005 has graciously allowed me to continue writing her sinfully delightful Nene’s Inferno Au, so I bring you the next installment. I hope you enjoy, and thank you. And go check out all her artwork; its absolutely amazing and deserves all the love!

AH! DISCLAIMER! CONTAINS SCENES OF SEXUAL INNUENDO/REFERENCES/SITUATIONS!

 He dropped himself to the ground, pulling her flush against him. One hand curled around her arm as the other caught her chin, bringing her gaze directly to the smoldering golden stare that was attempting to burn her alive. 

Nene's face flushed as he leaned in, tongue flicking over the sharp fangs in his mouth as he tipped his head so the heat of his words brushed against her lips. 

"You won't be needing those clothes."

**

“EXCUSE ME?!!”

Nene felt her pulse stutter and pick up double-time as the demon leaned closer, claws pricking at the soft curve of her cheeks as her whole body burned from his implications. She tried to push away, tried to get as much space between her and the demon before her; he wasn’t having it. The hand on her arm slid around her waist, pinning her tight against his chest as he smirked. 

“Oh yes, my sweet little Angel; that uniform just has to go.”

She felt those claws curl into her sash and tug, and before she could even make a sound, before she could try and push herself away; he moved. His hand slid from her waist to cup her bottom and squeeze, and she shrieked as he hauled her up and over his shoulder. 

He spun on his heel, whistling as he headed deeper into the maze as she tried to get loose. Nene beat her fists against his back and kicked her legs, trying to ignore the sharp curve of his shoulder as it pressed into her belly.

Harder to ignore was the hand hooked around her knees, and the thumb that was making tiny circles against her thigh. Worse than that though, was the hand still on her butt. She struggled harder, flushing as he patted the soft curve of her cheeks. 

 "PUT ME DOWN! AND DONT TOUCH ME!"

Nene let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a scream as the demon chucked, pinching her as he nipped at her hip through the fabric of her dress.

"My my, aren't you a feisty one! You'll be great fun. I can already tell. But you have to behave, my Angel, or your new Master will punish you.

"And while I can guarantee you will not enjoy it, I shall have a delightful time."

She continued to struggle against him until the band around her finger began to burn. She yelped and folded, her chin bouncing into his back as she curled her hands together. 

It hurt, more than anything she had ever experienced. Like something was trying to claw at her soul, to tear her open and lay her bare. She watched through her tears as the demon's tail looped around her wrists, and as suddenly as the pain had come on, it vanished.

"Ah, fun little bit about that Bond, my Angel." 

She stiffened in his grasp as he drew a claw down her thigh before his fingers crept back up to pinch her.

"You cannot disobey me."

Cold stole through Nene's limbs and she went still and silent. The demon laughed, the echo of it reverberating through her own chest in a hollow imitation of joy. The tail squeezed her wrists, and she swallowed back her tears. 

Beneath them, the grassy maze gave way to cobblestones, and she planted her hands against the small of his back as he spun around. 

"Welcome to your new home, Angel."

Nene lifted her head, biting back a gasp at the palace before her; she had not expected something so elegant of a design in Hell. It rose from a tangle of wild roses like a crouching beast, sweeping up into the skyline like nothing she had seen. 

In Heaven, the buildings had been white, and gold and silver-toned. It had felt like walking through a dream, with open shutters and friendly hellos as she passed. This was quite the opposite. 

This was a nightmare of brick, wood, bone, and glass. Shadows hung from the twisted black iron of the balconies like discarded clothes, the stained glass depicting demons in different throes of lust. 

Ivy twisted it's way up the cracks of the black stones, twisting around marble statues carved in obscene positions. She averted her eyes as they passed a set of skeletons, entwined together, forever frozen in the moment of completion. 

And the arch of the grand doorway, before the demon carrying her turned on his heel to march her under it, was carved in stark white bone with the twisted limbs and slack faces of those who had given in to the Sin of Lust.

The inside was as hauntingly beautiful as the exterior, with dark walls and black marble floors. Golden lamps spilled light in fleeting puddles, and Nene saw more than one alcove with the entwined forms of sated bodies. 

He hauled her through the dining hall, whispers rising as the few demons who happened to be awake caught sight of them. Painted mouths disappeared behind razor-tipped nails as she knew they began to gossip, and more than one pair of hungry, hooded eyes raked over her form, leaving her feeling filthy. 

Nene tried to remember the twists and turns he took so she could attempt an escape, but when they passed the same low table with a couple half-concealed beneath it again, she knew he had purposely misled her.

Each path was more confusing than the last, some with high, vaulted ceilings that the light could not illuminate, and others with low curving beams that pulled the shadows close enough to touch. 

And the paintings! Nene could look nowhere and find a patch of wall that was not hung with obscenities. Even what she assumed were flowers, painted in soft brush strokes, resembled a part of her own anatomy that the demon's hand was much too close to.

He took them down a long hallway, the doors at the beginning doing little to conceal the moans and cries of the pleasure-seekers within. She flushed and tried to raise her hands to cover her ears to block out the sounds, but the tail held her fast. 

They turned again, and this hallway was silent but for the echo of his footsteps. His hand stroked from the curve of her waist to the back of her knee before he kicked a door open. 

Nene watched with increasing panic as the heavy wooden doors fell shut behind them, lock sliding into place as her heart sank. She was trapped, completely and utterly. 

She had no time to admire the room, richly decorated in swathes of black and red satin as the demon fisted his hand in the back of her dress and dumped her onto a bed.

It took her a second, as she was consumed by tangled scarlet silk and plush pillows as dark as a raven's wing, that she was not in just any bedroom, tumbled onto a sinfully soft bed. 

Nene was sprawled across the sheets in the bed that belonged to the Lord of Lust, locked in this den of depravity and debauchery. 

She watched with horror as he set a knee to the bed and dragged her closer, pinning her beneath his lithe form as she tried to get away, even though she knew it was useless. His mouth nipped at her throat, tongue sliding up her skin before he sucked a bruise into the tender flesh as he groaned. 

"You taste like innocence and divinity. And I am going to enjoy corrupting you."

He shoved her knees apart and settled against her, and before he could side his hand from her waist to her breast or between her legs, Nene threw her arms against his chest with a cry. 

She wasn't sure who was more surprised as he was tossed back, his black eyes lightening to amber as they both watched the pale gold band form around his tail. She scrambled from beneath him, not getting far before he hooked his hand around her chubby ankle. 

He didn’t draw her back to him, which she found odd, but he seemed more preoccupied with the sharp flicks he made to try and fling the ring off. The swing of it was rather hypnotic, and Nene gasped as his claws bit into her skin as he yanked her down the bed. 

She drew her knees up as he loomed over her, and she watched as his eyes flickered rapidly over her face, as if there was something hidden in her own gaze that would explain what had happened. His mouth split into a wicked smile and he hauled her up, locking one arm around her as she thrashed in his hold as he snapped his fingers. 

Seconds later, three scantily clad demonesses hurried through the door, all wearing the same outfit of a black and white maids uniform, and dipped into deep curtsies. Nene paled as he shoved her forward; the tallest demoness, who had ripped the front of her blouse so that her very generous bust could be seen through the heart shape, caught her by the arm before she could hit the floor. 

“Dress our little Angel in her new uniform; she’ll be joining you in your duties starting today.”

Nene whipped her head around as another of the demoness’ hurried away, the ruffles of her dress barely touching the top of her thighs. He couldn’t really mean to put her in something so revealing, but the sly smile as their eyes met showed that he absolutely did. 

She shrieked as the demons pulled at her uniform, trying to bat their hands away to no avail. The taller one unsnapped the buttons on her collar as the other pulled her sash free, and she could do nothing as the third came back with her arms full of fabric. 

They stripped her quickly and efficiently, though their touch lingered on her skin like a burn. She clung to her thin shift as they tried to pull it off, even as they knocked her off balance to remove her sandals. They couldn’t take her shift, she’d be naked; no one had ever seen her naked. The demoness caught her hands in a bruising grip and bunched the fabric in her free hand.

“Let her keep it.”

They all froze, turning to the Demon Lord reclining on his bed. His grin was as filthy as it was seductive, and Nene tried to draw her hands down to cover herself as his eyes raked over her, his tail flicking lazily against his thigh. She may as well have been completely bare before him with the way his gaze smoldered. 

“Yes, M’Lord.”

She didn’t struggle as they pulled the fabric over her head and harshly tugged her braids free of the collar, didn’t comment as they shoved her into the neat black shoes, muffled a gasp as they tied the bow of her apron with enough force to nearly drive the air from her lungs.

The demons hurried out as he snapped his fingers, one poking back in briefly to drop a mop, broom, and bucket inside the door with a cruel grin before it closed behind her. Nene kept her eyes shut as he crossed the room and curled his hands around her hips. 

There was nothing she could do as he twisted her from side to side and then turned her, trailing his claws across her belly as he pressed his face into her hair. She could feel the curve of his smile against the shell of her ear before he pulled away.

“You might as well look, my little Angel. You’ll be seeing yourself in it for the foreseeable future. Unless you’d like to clean in the nude.”

Nene snapped her eyes open as heat flooded her cheeks, and was surprised to find herself in a uniform that, while still inappropriate, covered much more than she was expecting. The puffed black sleeves left her arms bare, and the dark ruffles of her skirt at least came to her knees. It was actually cute, with the frilled overskirt and pink and white heart over her chest. 

“By the grace of providence we had one in your size.”

She glared at him as he chuckled as he floated behind her, magicing the bucket, mop, and broom into her hands. Providence, as if; more like limitless lechery, she thought as he adjusted her headband. She truly was stuck here, this wasn’t just an elaborate nightmare. 

Nene jumped with a scream as his hand smacked her bottom, cleaning supplies flying as he caught her up in his arms. That damned tail wound around her leg as if it had a mind of its own as he pinned her hands to his chest so he could twirl the ring around her finger. 

“And, my little Angel; a few more things.”

He bent her nearly backward as he slid his knee between her own, the tension in her spine the only thing keeping her from sprawling back over the bed. The ring on her finger seemed to burn with the same intensity as the one tapping against her thigh.

“You will be my personal attendant; you will wake me, bring me meals if I do not dine in the hall. When I do dine in the hall, you shall serve me. Ah ah, I’m not finished,” his finger pressed against her lips to silence her protests, “You will help me bathe, and dress, and cater to any of my whims.”

His hand slid down her back to cup her bottom and bring her hips flush to his. The hard lines of his body settled against the soft curves of her own with a familiarity that made her flush. 

“And I shall allow you to keep your innocence; for now.”

The press of him to the intimate place between her thighs made her whimper and tremble, and he only smirked. 

“Also, you shall address me as “My Lord” or “Master” when you speak to me; is that clear, my Angel?”

Nene dipped her head and mumbled as he shifted against her, his tail tightening around her thigh like a demonic garter. 

“I didn’t hear you, Angel.”

She lifted her head, meeting those blazing eyes with her own as she curled her nails into his chest and watched him wince. 

“Yes, Master.”

He dipped his head, mouth a breath from hers as he pressed their bodies closer together. Heat flooded her at every point they met, and she let her eyes flicker down to his lips worriedly.

“Good girl.”

And then he was gone. 

Nene sank onto the edge of the bed as he swept his hand out and the cleaning supplies disappeared with the spilled water. He pulled open the door of his room and gestured into the hall.

“Come along, unless you wish for me to take you now.”

She shot up from the bed and hurried to the entrance, shuttering as he laid his hand on the small of her back to guide her. 

“You have much to see before you help me tonight, and I don’t tolerate tardiness.”

Nene felt despair sink into her soul as he led her back down those twisting halls. There were more demons now, peeking from doorways and corners as they headed to the servants quarters. Eyes followed her every step, and the whispers hung in the air like a death sentence. 

The Lord of Lust had an Angel for a plaything, and wouldn’t he have fun with her? 

Her master’s hand slid lower as his tail lashed against her with every step, and she bit back her tears. This was her own fault, she had gotten herself into this mess. And she would have to be the one to get herself out. There would be no Divine Intervention to save her; the Angels did not listen to the cries that rose from Hell. 

If Nene wanted to escape, she’d have to do it herself.

And @anubis-005 Thank you SOOO much for this again! It is, as always, an honor and pleasure to work with you!!! <3 :3

[bestworstcase]

Hey, me and my friend are developing our own Tangled History Lore the involves the Saporians, and in our instance, Demanitus helps Corona take over Saporia by stealing Zhan Tiri’s created memory wand and wiping their memories of the invasion except for the Saporians who helped Corona.

Now, Saporians have grown up with no history of the past other than small events, barely care about their heritage, and are still somewhat against Corona.

So what would happen to the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, who may have been previously allied with Saporia, if they found out Corona and Saporian treasonists took over and wiped their memories

so if i'm following, corona rapunzel's returned the entire nation of saporia and all of saporia's allies ~two thousand years ago when demanitus and zhan tiri were still kicking around and this massive magical conspiracy then went undiscovered for however long—i assume until around the time of the series itself?

which. hm

backtracking a little from your actual question i think it would be worth taking into consideration the limitations of the wand of oblivium—bc in rapunzel's return it's shown that the wand is powerful but can't really be used on a wide scale: the saporians managed to wipe the memories of the coronan king and queen, and being generous perhaps a handful of other aristocrats and important courtiers whom we just don't see on screen bc they're not necessary to the story, and then just relied on the coronan culture of absolute obedience to the king to control the rest of the populace while waiting for varian to figure out a potion that could... either directly reproduce the effect of the wand on a dramatically larger scale or else somehow serve as a conduit for disseminating the wand's magic to many people at once. (personally i think the latter solution was more likely what the goal was, i.e., clementine uses the wand to curse batches of varian's potion and then they suffuse the water supply with the potion or start gassing people with it or whatever the method of distribution ended up being and the curse is transmitted through the material of the potion—but that's a tangent)

so

the question is how did demanitus and his coronan conspirators get around the problem of the wand needing to—as rapunzel's return implies—individually curse every single person whose memories the caster wants to alter? conquest by brainwashing is arduous to the point of impossibility if you're trying to do it one person at a time, esp. when it's possible for cursed people to fight off the magical amnesia with support from loved ones whose memories are intact. and then add to that it being a wand he stole from zhan tiri and his own self-admitted unfamiliarity with magic—this is the man who shoved his soul into a monkey with a spell he knew he barely understood after all—and theres the additional problem of did the coronans even know what they were doing the way a real witch like clementine or zhan tiri would?

and then all magical considerations aside you have the further complication that massive conspiracies are difficult to pull off simply because they require a lot of people to be in the know to make things happen, and you start running into the two-can-keep-a-secret-if-one-is-dead principle. stuff gets out

ANYWAY

this is cynical but assuming there is indeed a two thousand year gap between the memory wiping and then modern day corona, in line with the canonical timeline of tts—which i recognize is not necessarily a reliable assumption with an au but you didn't specify—i honestly dont think a lot would necessarily change if the brainwashing was retroactively discovered somehow. bc by now the hegemony of the seven kingdoms in a world where saporia doesn't exist is well established and... people in power cleave to the status quo. what's going to happen to this sprawling trading alliance if we take corona to task for this enormous violation of human rights that happened literal thousands of years ago? when saporian culture was eradicated so thoroughly that it might as well not ever have existed? who benefits from tearing this system apart now, and who benefits from leaving things as they are and shrugging at past wrongs? (it's so much easier to just say well... that was a long time ago... oh well.)

except for, of course, the saporians themselves, because it was their identity and their home and their culture that was utterly stripped from them—they lost everything, and even the knowledge that they'd lost anything at all was stolen from them too, like, it's hard to fathom a scenario where this information comes out and doesn't lead directly to outrage and unrest from whatever saporian communities are still left—how else can one even respond to something like that?

and from there i mean. it depends on where you want to take the story and how you want to handle it, like, theres a lot of variables beyond "corona did this horrific thing x centuries ago and now we know about it" that could or would shape the direction of events subsequent to the conspiracy being broken up to—like assuming all other things being equal how do zhan tiri and cassandra and the moonstone fit into this, with zhan tiri being (i assume) a saporian sorceress whose work was stolen and then used to eradicate her home? how does varian's partnership with the saporian separatists go when theres this underlying element of them just doing to corona what was done to their ancestors in a desperate bid to maybe scrape back together some semblance of a cultural identity for themselves? how does rapunzel—who has herself run afoul of saporian memory magic, albeit accidentally—feel when she learns this about her nation's history and what does she do about it? etc etc etc and then all these individual character decisions have ripple effects that shape the broader societal and political responses there's not a one size fits all answer, here. it's dependent on the specific shape and structure of the story itself

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Morning Sex with Pentagon

“i really like the pentagon cock warming post ♥︎♥︎ so i was wondering if you could do a reaction with pentagon about morning sex btw i love your work 🥺♥︎ can i be anon 🥺”

A/N I think i might have got a little carried away with a few of these i- sorry if theyre a little long. Also it’s just past 4am here as i post this...I started writing this at 11pm...wow...goodnight yall skjgsljg

(under a keep reading just bc smutty and long lmao)

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Jinho: You hear him grumble slightly as he began to wake up slowly, his hands immediately searching for you next to him. His warm fingertips resting lightly on your thighs, squeezing them slightly to see if you were awake. “Good morning~” you groan, barely awake, trying to turn to face him. His grip on you stops you from turning over, keeping your back against his chest. “Morning, darling” his groggy voice echoing throughout the room as he shifts him body closer to you, your butt now pressed up close enough against him for you to realise exactly why he was so touchy this morning. He’d push into you slowly from behind, planting open mouthed kisses over your neck and shoulder blades. A free hand snaking over your hips, rubbing light circles on your clit. The pace would remain slow and deep, low sighs mixed with declarations of love falling from his lips with every thrust. He tries to hide his moans as he cums by biting down on your shoulder, leaving a hickey that’s sure to last a while. He stays inside you until you both come down from your highs, only then slowly pulling out of you, letting out a soft giggle “it is a good morning, isn’t it...”

Hui: Hoetaek is surprisingly chipper in the mornings, and times like this are no exception. His hands wandering all over your body, resting longer and lightly tickling any bare skin he can reach. “How are you still so pretty first thing in the morning” he says between kisses, the smile evident in his voice. He rests his forehead against your own as he pushes himself slowly into you, your legs raising to wrap around his waist. His morning voice, soft yet gravelly, speaking quiet words of love into your ear as he rolls his hips against you. He lifts one of his arms up, grabbing the headboard behind you to help him hit that area inside you at just the right angle. Your legs begin to tighten around his body as you feel that familiar heat start to build in your stomach. Even the slightest clench of your walls around him was enough to send him over the edge, the snapping of his hips getting sharper and sharper until you're both a shaky, breathless mess. Even with your limbs tangled together, sweat sticking your bodies to each other, he refuses to move from you until you assure him you’re totally satisfied. “I love you y/n, but we’re both so sweaty and gross right now, you want me to run you a bath?” he remarks as you playfully smack his chest

Hongseok: On particularly bright days, when even the closed curtains couldn't contain the rays of the sun, something about how the soft golden light hit his skin stirred something deep within you. You plant a light kiss on his cheek, thinking he was still asleep, only to have him wrap his arms tightly around you, making you essentially fall on top of him. “I could feel you staring at me” he says with a low chuckle, eyes still closed. “Well, stop being so beautiful then, and I won’t have to stare” You reply, pushing yourself up to lean above him. But before being able to fully extend your arms, he clamps you in his embrace and flips the two of you over, his large form now hovering over you. His eyes still heavy with sleep, locked with your own as he trails his hands down and past your stomach. He placed his lips lightly on yours, shaky breaths fanning over your face as he lets out quiet coarse moans. Moving slowly inside you, every thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He finished with one last sharp thrust before rolling to your side, keeping one hand locked with yours. You lay together, getting your breath back to normal, the small beads of sweat catching the morning sunlight which illuminated you both in the most beautiful way.

Shinwon: Say hello to lowkey submissive needy Shinwon lmao. Not opening his eyes even once, he’d pull you up to straddle him whilst keeping his lips locked with yours. He’d run his hands up and down your back, keeping you flush against his broad chest. With even the slightest bit of pressure from your hips down onto his, he’d let out the tiniest little whines, his eyes screwing shut. He was already hard just from making out so he’d try his best to get you to speed things up. “Please baby, I- fuck, please” he’d moan quietly starting to pull his boxers down his legs, hoping that you’d take the hint. As you sink yourself down onto him, he grips your hips so tightly the ends of his fingers turn a pale white colour, his formerly sleepy visage contorting with pleasure, as his breathing begins to catch in his throat. You can feel that he’s getting close to finishing as he starts to buck his hips up to meet yours, holding you in place above him. He cums with a series of sporadic thrusts, letting out a choked out moan of your name, before pulling you down to rest atop him. He rolls you over so you're laying opposite each other, tiredness coming back to his face once again. Good luck convincing him to get up lmao.

Changgu (Yeo One): He’s positioned himself above you, running his hands lightly down your side as his eyes bore into your own. “I love getting to wake up to sights like this...you’re so beautiful” he says as he brings a hand up to gently tuck some hair behind your ear. He’d throw the covers back over you both as he kissed his way slowly down your bare stomach, still feeling somewhat exposed even though you were the only two people present. Settling his face between your legs, he looks up at you with his large eyes as he works on you with his mouth, stopping just before you reach your climax. He’d make his way slowly back up your body, professing his love for you between each kiss to your exposed skin. His lips finally meeting with yours, tongues clashing as he pushed himself into you almost agonisingly slowly. His pace picking up slightly as he feels you begin to clench around him, his increasingly strained moans being swallowed by your mouth until he pulls away for breath. Your orgasm washing over you both as he stills inside you, remaining there together, catching your breath for what feels like an eternity. He flops over to lay beside you, pulling you into his embrace, his chin resting atop your head “I dont wanna get up...we can just stay in bed today, right?”

Yanan: His alarm was sounding in the background as he pulled his hands away from your body for a second to silence it “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind being a bit late” he muttered as he brought his hands back to their position on your ass. His eyes return to their fixed spot on your chest, watching intently as you bounced on top of him. His eyes would start to flutter back closed, snapping open every time you moved on him in a way that sent jolts of electricity surging through his body. His breaths getting faster and higher in pitch the longer you remain on top of him. He pulls himself to sit up so you're in his lap, wrapping his long arms around your torso as you grind your hips against his. Your fingers finding purchase on his broad shoulders, digging your nails in slightly as he starts to thrust up to meet your hips with his. A long whine of your name signals his impending orgasm as he spills inside you, pulling you both down so his back is on the bed with your chest flush against his, a few final thrusts from him tips you over the edge as he holds you still against him. With his breath still shaky he looks up to meet your eyes “I’m already late...why dont I just take the whole day off...?” 

Yuto: Having you ride him in the morning is honestly Yuto’s favourite way to start his day. The sunlight breaking through the gap in the curtains casting shadows on your body, the sounds of the world waking up around you whilst being none the wiser about what was happening in this room. It made him feel on top of the world. His low morning voice guiding you through every move you made, giving you encouragement with every swivel of your hips “Fuck, just like that, princess” he says through gritted teeth, eyebrows knitted together “What did I ever do to deserve you” The second he found himself moving closer to orgasm, he wraps his arms around you and flips you both over so he now above you and has full control over the pace. He grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he increases the speed to his usual fast pace. Now that you’d fully awoken him, sleepy soft Yuto’s words of praise were replaced with stern remarks designed to push you over the edge “You just couldn't wait for me could you” “You really needed me first thing in the morning didn’t you, you naughty girl” He sucks hickeys into your chest as he thrusts himself into you over and over, a low growl coming from deep within his chest as he cums, working his fingers over your clit at an unholy speed, helping you reach your high alongside him. He lets out a quiet low giggle as he comes back to his bashful self, uttering a quiet “good morning baby” into your neck.

Hyunggu (Kino): Hyunggu’s sleeping form would be sprawled out across your own; his legs tangled with your own and his face buried in your neck. Thinking he was still asleep, you attempt to slide out from under him before feeling his lips press against the soft skin of your neck "good morning baby” he says with a groan “don't get up just yet" the neediness in his voice audible as he shifts himself so his face is centimetres from yours. He’d be surprisingly intense, given that the both of you had not long woken up. His kisses would be strong and fervent, his hands moving quickly down your body, past the waistband of your underwear. But there was still a gentleness to his touches. A softness in his eyes that let you know how how much he treasured getting to wake up beside you, to see you like this first thing in the morning. His movements are fluid and soft, but still hit the same magical spot he managed to on any other day; even half asleep Hyunggu truly knew your body like nobody else. Feeling himself get closer and closer, he moves his hand down your body until he reaches your heat, his thumb beginning to rub slow circles on your clit, trying to help you to reach your peak together. He watches for the signs that your orgasm is fast approaching, which he recognises well; suddenly increasing the speed tenfold for only a few seconds until he feels your walls clench around him. Resting his sweat covered forehead against your own he pulls his face away from yours “...shower?”

Wooseok: Your hand rests on his chest as you open your eyes to him quietly calling your name. He takes your smaller hand inside his and guides it down his body until you feel how hard he is inside his sweats, to which he looks at you with his big doe eyes “gimme a hand?” You begin to slink your body down his large frame, kissing his stomach as you go, only for him to stop you half way “no...not like that. I need you fully” his low voice sending shivers down your spine. He crawls on top of you, trapping you within his long limbs. He winces and his breath catches in his throat as you raise you leg, your knee brushing against his sensitive length. He kicks off his sweats and discards of any clothes of yours getting between him and your core. He pushes himself into you slowly, letting you adjust fully before continuing “you good?” his low, sleep filled voice asks before pulling himself almost all the way out. Your hands grab onto him, holding his biceps firmly as he moves in and out of you, your nails leaving small crescent shapes in his skin. His thrusts get more and more sporadic as his high approaches quickly, he was already half way there before you’d even woken now he was finding it harder to hold on much longer. He pulls out quickly, replacing his cock with his fingers as he helps you chase your high. He works you through your orgasm, your grip on his arms getting tighter as you cum on his fingers. “Fuck...thank you baby...I really needed that” he says with a sigh as he falls back onto the bed, eyes falling back closed.

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In Her Blood; Two

Summary: Childhood stories are told over drinks, old memories send you reeling.

Warnings: Angst, bad driving (drive safe), bad family dynamic, psychologically abusive childhood, implied ptsd, bad father, age gap relationship, smoking, pet names (kitten//soldier), drinking

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The drink in your hand is cold, you're sandwiched between Sarah and the couch. Bucky is sprawled out to your right, beer in his hand. Sam and Steve are cuddled up on the old armchair.

They're all laughing, you included. Your eyes are a different shade of bright, you haven't been this happy in a while.

You playfully elbow Sarah every once and a while. They all tell joyful childhood stories, you listen in silence, not having any of your own.

You have a blanket lazily thrown over your legs. Every once and a while you shoot Bucky a soft smile, skin glowing in the warm light of the living room.

"wait, wait, I have one", Steve chokes out through chuckles. "remember when Sarah was seven or eight, and she asked Santa for daddy and Y/N to get along".

The drinks had gone to his head. Your blood ran cold, you froze in place, everyone did.

She was eight, you had been fourteen.

Tears welled in your eyes, but you faked a yawn and a smile.

"Well, I'm really tired, I'm gonna head up to bed", Sarah tried to grab your wrist as you walked past but you easily wriggled from her grasp, bolting up the stairs and locking your bedroom door.

Behind the safety of your four walls you burst into hot tears, silently screaming as memories and harsh words flooded your senses. You grabbed the sheets, anything to ground yourself.

When the tears finally slowed enough for you to see, you sped down the stairs and straight past the door to the lounge, and out into the street. Sam, Sarah and Bucky ran out after you, but you were starting your engine and driving off before they could stop you.

You could only just see through the hot mess of tears and mascara streaks, but you drove until you saw the beautifully familiar city skyline from the small parking lot on the hill.

The familiar burn of smoke in your lungs did little to calm the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through your body. You bum through three before you finally begin to calm. Lipstick stained filters litter the asphalt around your car.

Tears still stream slowly down your cheeks as you sob to old Ed Sheeran. Smoke surrounds your body, shielding you.

You're frightened by a knock on the passenger window, its Bucky. He points to the lock, you open the door and he slides in next to you.

"how'd you find me?", you mumble, taking a drag of your cigarette.

"Sarah said to check here", he grabs your wrist, taking it from you. He brings it to his own lips, never giving it back.

When it gets too much you climb into the backseat, pulling out the old blanket from under the seat, curling up on the leather. Bucky is quick to scramble over the centre console, he gently lifts you so he can slide in under you, letting your head rest in his lap.

"what happened when Sarah was eight?", he whispered, running a soothing hand through your hair.

"when I was twelve it started getting really bad with Steve. When I was fourteen, I locked myself in my room for a week because we got into a really bad argument. We took Sarah to see Santa that year, and she asked him for daddy and Y/N to finally get along", you mumbled, eyes closed, half asleep.

Bucky shoulders you upright, he wraps his arms around you and you bury your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your arms around his waist.

"kitten", he whispers, you don't respond, you don't really need to.

He presses soft kisses on your shoulder before moving up your neck and across your jaw, he presses his lips to yours. Its salty and desperate, but you relish in the strange normality of it all.

His mouth slots against yours perfectly, hidden in the moonlight. It's a beautiful secret, and you dont want to go home, not yet. You know he'll make you.

"kitten", he coos. "you gotta go home".

You shake your head, curling further into him, small and vulnerable. "please", you whisper, a sob racking through your body.

Bucky almost cant bear it.

"stay at mine, just for tonight, I'll set up the guest room"

You sniffle and smile, nodding. He leaves you curled up in the back while he climbs into the driver seat. The drive isn't long.

He carries you through his house up to his bedroom. He tugs gently at the hem of your shirt, you lift your arms. Its promptly replaced by a sweater that's far too big for you. It smells like cigarettes and leather and old whiskey.

He gets into bed, pulling you towards him by the waist.

Your movements are slow and small, soft touches as you wrap yourself around him, hands around his waist, head buried in the crook of his neck, your words are muffled; "what else did Sarah tell you?"

"nothing, kitten, just where to find you"

You choose to believe him now, pressing light kisses to his chest, moving up until your lips meet his. Its soft and strangely intimate, you bare everything to him in the pale blue of the night.

You're still tangled together at twelve o clock the next afternoon, you walk the short distance back to your own house still in Bucky's sweater. Bucky walks a little ways behind you.

You open the door and Sam is waiting for you, wrapping his arms around you and mumbling into your hair.

"hey, dad", you laugh.

"mornin, babe. I was worried about you"

"I know, i know, but you know me"

You separate then, smiling at each other. "I ain't ready to die yet, dad", you quote simultaneously, both in a joking tone.

Its pleasant until Bucky notices Steve lurking in the kitchen, and he begins to worry.

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Love Notes in Flesh (Steve x Reader)

Synopsis: There really isn’t one. Like, zero plot. Steve likes his hair pulled and likes to be bitten. That’s all you need to know <3

Word Count: 903

*Author’s Note* I haven't written smut in literal ages, so plz be gentle. Hope you enjoy :)

It was so hard for you to concentrate on your project when Steve was just sprawled out on his bed. Sweaty, and looking so sinfully gorgeous. It was in the dead of summer and his air conditioner was broken. He wouldn't be able to get it fixed until tomorrow. So you were just mindlessly scribbling on your paper as you watched beads of sweat trail down his neck.

"I'm going to get some more iced water. I'm roasting alive up here. You want something while I'm downstairs?"

"Yeah, get me an iced tea, would you?"

You flashed him a smile and hurried downstairs. It was beyond difficult to focus on your work. As you stood by the sink, you splashed your face with cold water. Hoping that it would somehow rinse away your sinful thoughts. Though it did very little to help.

Soon enough, you were back upstairs with both of your drinks in hand. And he sure was a sight to behold. He has stripped his shirt off. Presumably because he was too hot. You caught him just in time to see him stretch his hands over his head and curve his back, making the sweat run faster down his backside. You could watch him all damn day doing that.

"Here's your drink." You said as you handed him the perspiring glass.

The warm house made the glass perspire faster than usual, causing some droplets of water to fall over his arm and chest. He hastily chugged the glass of iced tea and then set it to the side, flopping on the bed, belly down.

"Ugh, I wish it wasn't so fucking hot. I'm sweating like a pig."

You swirled your water around as you listened to his words. An idea popped into your head.

"I can help cool you off, if you'd like."

He shrugged "Go for it."

You took an ice cube out of your glass and pressed it to his lower back, slowly running it up his body and to his neck. He moaned in satisfaction at the sensation. You sat your glass down on his nightstand as you straddled his lower back.

"God, don't stop. That feels so nice."

Your lips curled into a smile at his words. You continued running the ice cube up and down his back, eventually going up to his neck again and letting the ice cube linger there. Allowing the cold cube to draw circles on his neck as the ice was quickly melting and dripping down him. You grabbed his hair and pulled it out of the way as you rubbed the ice cube on him until it fully melted. His brunette locks were practically begging you to give them a tug. It was a call you couldn't resist. So, you tangled your fingers in his hair and gave it a light pull.

Steve let out a soft whimper at your action. God, how you loved hearing all of his sweet little sounds.

"Oops, looks like I got your neck all wet. Let me get that for you."

You leaned forward and pressed your tongue to his neck. The coolness from the water and the saltiness of his skin on your tongue was intoxicating. Your tongue followed the trail of water all the way up his neck and stopped just below his jawline. You gently nibbled at his skin as he let out sweet little whimpers of pleasure. The noises he was making drove you wild. Needing more of it, you bit down even harder on him.

Your fingers tightened their grip in his hair and you tugged back with more force, exposing his neck even more to you. The breathy moans that fell from his lips was music to your ears. His beautiful noises brought even an angelic chorus to shame.

Tears started to form in his eyes from the sheer pleasure of it all. His hips were grinding against the sheets. He wanted more. And who were you to deny him his bliss?

So, you tugged on his hair with such force, eliciting even more beautiful noises from him. His hips started grinding harder against the sheets at your actions.

"P-please. D-dont stop." He pleaded wantonly.

You wondered if he could get off like this. Because this was heavenly.

Your hips started to roll against his back in tandem with his as you peppered bites all along his neck. Your teeth took in a bit of skin, and pulled it back slightly. Like you were a hungry animal getting your first meal in years. 

His breathing became hard and heavy, and he started squirming beneath you as his back arched. God, he wanted more and more. His body was practically begging for it. Your combination of hard bites and soft kitten licks were sending him on a journey of pure bliss.

With one final roll of your hips and sharp tug to his hair, he let out a high pitched whimper as his body seized up. After a bit, his hips started to slow down a little. Then eventually stopping altogether. You released your fingers from his hair and removed your teeth from his neck, rolling off of him and to the side.

"You feeling okay, babe?" You asked, just checking that he was okay, given you were pretty rough with him that time.

He scooted closer to you and rested his head in your chest.

"I'm better than okay."

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Don’t Take This the Wrong Way

Wrote this the other night on ao3 and wanted to post it here

During their hunt for Bucky, Steve and Sam take to cuddling for comfort. Bucky sees and naturally, he's got some feelings about it.

Ship(s): Stucky, platonic Sam & Steve

Warnings: none i dont think?

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They’re in a motel room somewhere in Tucson when Steve finally relents. Admittedly, in the month that he and Sam had been searching for Bucky, his sleep schedule hasn’t been so good.  He’d been spending his nights tossing and turning, maybe dozing off for short thirty minute spurts here and there only to jolt awake with images of Bucky in the awful looking cryo chamber from the Winter Soldier files flashing in his mind. Usually he’d give up around 5 am and go for a run, then find him and Sam some breakfast. Given the nature of the serum, he was generally functional without substantial sleep.

But now, as he lies in bed, watching lights dance across the ceiling from cars passing outside, he’s just plain exhausted.

He rolls his head to the side, peering through the darkness to where Sam is sprawled out on his bed, arms tucked behind him under his pillow. The idea had been stewing in his mind for a couple weeks now; ever since Sam had reeled him in for a hug after he’d trudged his way through Bucky’s files and he’d honest to god collapsed at the contact, to which Sam had grimaced and murmured something about his “touch starved ass”. Which had gotten him thinking: human contact-- pleasant human contact-- sounds fucking amazing right now. And he hasn’t really had any since the war where it wasn’t uncommon for the Howlies to curl up with each other on cold nights or after long days of shelling. And then there was the matter of Bucky and what he and Steve were to each other. So yeah, in those days, kind contact with another person was never in short supply. 

Steve misses it. And maybe, just maybe, he might be able to sleep through the fucking night if he could get some. 

It’s not like Steve thinks Sam would be opposed to the idea of some down to earth cuddling. He’s a pretty empathetic guy with a solid regard to comfort and a vehement opposition towards what the 21st century calls toxic masculinity. It’s just that Steve doesn’t know how to ask and it would be weird to just climb in with him, right? No, Sam also preaches boundaries and instigating a cuddle session without asking would definitely be a clear violation of those. 

Frustrated, Steve blows a breath out through his nose. Fuck it, he’s just gonna ask. He’s damn tired and Sam will understand. 

He rolls over all the way and props himself up onto his elbow, leaning closer to Sam’s bed, “Sam,” Steve hisses. Sam snuffles and presses his face sideways into his pillow. “Sam, are you awake?”

Sam grunts and Steve sees his eyebrow furrow. “I am now,” He says, voice hoarse with sleep. He doesn’t open his eyes, “What’s going on?”

Steve bites his lip, suddenly unsure, “Uh…”

Sam opens his eyes and Steve can see the concern on his face despite the darkness of the room. 

“You alright?” Sam asks, lifting his head, “What’s wrong?”

Steve shrugs a shoulder, “I can’t sleep.” He says, casting his eyes somewhere over Sam’s shoulder. He sees him soften in his periphery.

“You wanna talk about it? Or, like, what can I do for you, man?”

Steve shrugs again, “Nothing really to talk about, but during the war...I dunno, it’s dumb, just...if things were tough we’d all-- I mean, like, we’d take our bedrolls and--” He can feel himself blushing and he swallows. This was a dumb idea.

The sound of blankets rustling makes Steve look back at Sam, who’s got the covers pulled back in front of him, a welcoming, non-judgemental look on his face. Steve hesitates and Sam rolls his eyes.

“Get over here, dude, I didn’t wake up for nothing.”

Blushing harder, Steve clambers out of bed and awkwardly slides into Sam’s, who pulls the covers back over the both of them. Steve holds himself stiffly until Sam makes a disapproving noise and pulls him down onto his chest.

“I would offer to spoon you, but I can’t sleep on my side,” Sam says, sounding sleepy again. 

“That’s okay,” Steve says, draping an arm across Sam’s stomach and nestling further into his chest, “This is good.”

When Steve wakes up the next morning, he feels more rested than he has in years.

XXX

Things change after that. Casual touches become more frequent and it becomes an unspoken ritual after hard days to climb into the same bed in whatever motel room they’re staying at for the moment and crash, limbs tangled together and Steve’s face mashed into some place on Sam’s torso. 

The stress surrounding Bucky and whatever condition he might be in still eats away at Steve relentlessly and his nightmares haven’t exactly eased up, but a certain, specific weight has lifted off his chest. It’s nice, he finds, to feel close to someone again off his own volition. It’s nice, Steve thinks, to feel seen.

XXX

Steve lies on his side, jaw clenched against his chattering teeth and hands fisted in the sheets in front of him. His stomach is in knots from being held so tense and he tries to reign in the shaking, but his body won’t cooperate and his lungs don’t seem to want to pull in enough air to battle out the adrenaline streaming through his veins. 

The dream hadn’t been anything new, but the Hydra stronghold they’d raided that day had left them a little worse for wear and Bucky’s screams for Steve to please come find him hit harder than usual. Falling asleep had been an accident and it’s not even 10 pm yet and Steve wants to cry his chest hurts so bad. Sam is in the shower and presumably, he hadn’t heard Steve gasp awake seeing as he’s still in there despite it being twenty minutes since he’d woken up. Steve’s partly grateful for that, but he can’t seem to calm himself down and he wants a fucking hug. 

The bathroom door opens and Steve squeezes his eyes shut as Sam’s whistling parts from the sound of the bathroom fan, then dies. He curls further on himself-- he’s been made.

“Hey, hey, whoa,” Sam says. The mattress dips behind Steve as Sam sits down. A moment later, a hand starts rubbing between his shoulder blades, “What happened?”

Steve shakes his head, leaning back into the touch. 

“Alright, that’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” Sam says, voice even and soothing, “Can you stretch out a little for me?”

Steve forces himself to unwind a little bit and internally lets out a sigh of relief as Sam attaches himself to his back, hands carefully prying Steve’s from their iron grip on the sheets. 

“I’m here, man,” Sam says, starting to take deliberate breaths for Steve to match, “I got you.”

It takes a while, but Steve eventually calms down enough to roll over. Sam immediately accommodates, maneuvering them to their usual position of him on his back and Steve draped across his stomach. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Sam asks gently.

“No,” Steve croaks, clearing his throat, “Thanks.”

“Okay, lemme know if you change your mind,” Sam says, “Wanna watch something? I think this motel has pay-per-view.”

“Yeah, sure.” Steve says, feeling drained, “You pick.”

A couple minutes later, the intro to the first Indiana Jones movie is playing on the TV in front of their beds, volume pitched lower than usual. Sam is running a hand through Steve’s hair and he’s finding it increasingly harder to stay awake. 

He’s not sure how much time has passed with him half-dozing on Sam’s chest, when Sam jolts, head turned towards the window. Steve looks over, too, suddenly alert.

“What?” Steve asks, heart pounding, “What did you see?”

Sam shakes his head, frowning, “I don’t know, I just thought...I don’t know I just felt like I was being watched.” 

“Should we check it out?”

Sam squints, searching the window. A tense minute passes before he shakes his head, “Nah, not worth it.”

Still wary, Steve nods, “If you say so.”

XXX

When they get to the next Hydra stronghold in Malvan, it’s already ransacked. 

Smoke is still drifting up from the ruins and Steve can see mounds of rubble smoldering in the low dusk lighting. There are bodies strewn fairly consistently throughout the debris and Steve tries to ignore them as he wades into the remnants of the base. 

A gunshot sounds somewhere behind him and he glances back to see Sam jogging to catch up with him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Straggler,” Sam says. Steve nods.

“It was him,” Steve says, “Bucky beat us here and recently.”

“I don’t know, man,” Sam says, dubiously, “there are a lot of people out for Hydra right now. Could be anyone angry enough.”

“No,” Steve says, bending down to pluck a sticky note off of one of the guard’s bodies. He can’t make out what it says, but he can tell it’s Bucky’s loopy handwriting. He waggles it and shows it to Sam, “It was him.”

“What’s it say?”

Steve pulls his phone out of one of the pockets on his tac pants and switches on the flashlight, aiming it at the sticky note.

I was going to reach out, but you and Wilson seemed cozy enough.  :( >:(

An incredulous laugh bursts out of Steve and Sam crowds in close, reading over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Sam exclaims, “Does he seriously think-- when did he--” He cuts off, realization dawning on his face, “Oh my god, that night I thought I saw something out the window in Alcaine. That was Barnes.” He bursts out laughing, doubled over, bracing himself on Steve’s shoulder, “He-- he musta seen us cuddling and-- and thought-- oh my god.”

Steve’s laughing, too-- elated that Bucky seems to be in his right mind and willing to reconnect. 

“Damn, he’s a jealous type, too?” Sam says, still wheezing, “Wow, Rogers, you landed quite a man there. He even-- he fucking wrote out a grumpy face!”

“Yeah, I wasn’t the only dramatic one,” Steve says, “Peggy always got on us both for that. Liked to say we were a theatrical pair.” He says the last part with an accent and Sam starts laughing again.

A rush of warm hope spreads through Steve’s stomach and he closes his hand around the sticky note, “He’s okay.” He says, “He’s gonna come home.”

Sam sobers up a little and claps him on the back, “Yeah he is, man. You’re gonna get your boy back.”

XXX

Still, it’s another month and a half before Bucky finally makes an appearance. 

Sam and Steve had finally decided to take a break, tired of changing time zones three times a week and coming up with mostly dead ends since Bucky’s note back in Malvan. Even the satisfaction of destroying Hydra strongholds has diminished to something like itching a mosquito bite. So they leave one last base in Turkmenabat in ruins and head back stateside, eager to be without responsibilities for a while. 

They’re about to enter Steve’s apartment in Brooklyn when Steve senses something not quite right. He frowns, holding up a hand to stop Sam behind him and looking around. Nothing’s out of place but...but...but the plant outside his door is wet? Someone’s fucking watered his plant. He points it out to Sam and they both draw their handguns, hunching into a familiar defensive formation as Steve unlocks his door and shoulders his way inside.

They both train their guns on the figure sitting on the couch.

“Hey, Steve.” 

Steve falters, lowering his gun, “Buck?”

Bucky is sitting reclined on the couch, his feet kicked up on the coffee table. His hair is short again, reminiscent of how it was during the war, but modern enough to blend in to crowds and when Steve looks closer, he can see that he’s wearing a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t-shirts.

“Are you-- did you take my clothes? How long have you been here? Did you--did you water my plant?” He asks. Sam still has his gun drawn and Steve makes a motion for him to yield. Sam does so reluctantly.

“‘Bout a week? Took you long enough to get back,” Bucky says easily, “And yeah, Geoffrey needed watering, he was looking awful neglected. Also, yeah I don’t really have much of a wardrobe of my own.”

Sam shakes his head, “Geoffrey!?”

But Steve ignores him, heart breaking a little at the thought of Bucky wearing the same clothes for all these months, “Oh. Well, you’re totally welcome to take my clothes any-”

“Yeah, I know. It’s why I did,” Bucky says. He trains his gaze on Sam, “Are you two together?” He asks bluntly.

“I-- no.” Steve says. He’d figured this conversation might happen after the Sticky Note Incident, but it flusters him all the same, “We just-- things were hard for a bit and you remember during the war, it just-- it helps.”

Bucky nods decisively, “Yeah. Makes sense. When I saw you two, I was still trying to remember if you and I were actually a thing before or if that was something Hydra had put in there.” Steve makes a wounded noise and Bucky looks at Sam again, “Sorry about your steering wheel, I can steal you a new car.”

“Oh, I-- no,” Sam says, alarmed, “That’s alright, man, you don’t have to...uh--” he looks to Steve for help, who just shrugs, “It’s fine.” He finishes, visibly forcing nonchalance, “We’re cool.”

Bucky smiles and stands, crossing to them, “In that case, I should properly introduce myself,” He extends a hand to Sam, “James Barnes but folks call me Bucky.”

Sam takes his hand, “Sam Wilson. Good to meet you, man.”

“Back atcha,” Bucky turns his attention on Steve, looking him up and down, “You been eatin’, Stevie? You look skinny, like a little angry alley cat.”

“Fuck you, too.” Steve says brightly, “Sorry Sam and I made you jealous.”

“Wasn’t jealous,” Bucky grumbles. 

Steve just laughs and pulls him in for a kiss, “Missed ya. You stayin’?”

Bucky presses their foreheads together and for the first time in 70 years, Steve feels complete, “I am now.”

-

ok yeah that’s it

thanks for reading, chiefs

[clumsyclifford]

you are the taste of something sweet (and i’m tangled in the sheets)

hi i couldnt sleep so i wrote sleepy morning jalex and now i still cant sleep so im posting it. at 6am yes yes move on

this takes place in the same ‘verse as all hung up like i was on you (tumblr link), the fic based on t-shirt by thomas rhett. it might be better to read that first but if u dont feel like it then all u need to know is alex is a middle school teacher, jack has an office job, they are boyfriends yeah that’s all

this is fluffy fluff and i don’t think there are even any tws on it so!! fun for the whole family. (i mean there’s swearing but. at this point it’s a given)

title from holly (would you turn me on?) absolutely chuffed as they say to be finally using that as a title. just totally stoked i cant lie

read it here on ao3

Later, when Alex is more eloquent, he'll say that Jack is golden.

Or, no. More like Jack takes golden light and weaves it into something new, some gleaming…well, something. The point is that later on Alex will have the words, but right now he doesn't.

Right now, he just has the picture, but what a beautiful picture it is.

Jack is still asleep. Alex doesn't fault him, since it's Saturday and he's only just woken up himself, even though the clock has informed him it's half past noon and the sun is already high in the sky. Alex could move. He could get up, pull on some sweats, and shuffle into the kitchen to make some mid-afternoon coffee and brunch (breakfast eaten at lunchtime). Sure. He could.

But God, Jack is so gorgeous.

It's been a little while since Alex has had the opportunity just to watch Jack sleep. He watches Jack whenever he can, watches him shouting at the Orioles on TV (because honestly they could not possibly have chosen a less competent team to back), watches him pore over documents Alex still doesn't quite understand the nature of, watches him when he drives Alex home, windows down, breeze ruffling through his clothes and hair, singing terribly along with whatever early 2000s pop punk song happens to come on shuffle. It's so easy to watch him because there's always something to see; Jack is motion manifested, always on, always shifting like ripples in water, never quite the same on a second glance. 

But now, though. Now is special. Moments like these are special, because for once Jack is still, and what a stunning still photograph he makes. Long eyelashes over sharp cheekbones, dark hair contrasted against the white pillowcase, the blanket falling just low enough that his left shoulder is exposed, ink from the tattoo sprawling over tan skin. Alex could drink it in for the rest of his life, and he doubts he'd ever grow tired.

It must be a few minutes, but Alex is happy not to keep track. Eventually Jack stirs, and his eyelids twitch before he opens his eyes, slowly. When his gaze meets Alex's, he smiles, lazily.

"G'morning," he says huskily. The sleep hasn't cleared from his voice. Alex hopes it never does. 

"Morning," he answers.

"Time?"

"Don't ask." 

Jack breathes a tired laugh at that. "How long you been up?"

Alex feels a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ten minutes, maybe."

"And you've been just sitting here watching me sleep?" Jack's eyes flutter shut as he smiles. "Creep."

Alex can't help it; he reaches out, fingertips landing on Jack's face, thumb tracing underneath his eye. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs. Jack exhales quietly, happily. "I love waking up with you." Wish I could do it every day, he means.

They haven't discussed it, but maybe it's time they do.

"You're not so bad yourself," Jack says warmly in return, but he doesn't open his eyes. 

Alex drags the pad of his thumb down Jack's jaw, then brushes over his cheek with the plane of his index finger, taking his time to trace the outline of the most beautiful face he's had the good fortune of falling in love with. Jack doesn't move, and his halfway smile doesn't waver as Alex smoothes his thumb over Jack's lips. "My Jack," he says softly. In the sanctuary of this morning, from the golden boy at the end of Alex's fingertips to the promise of sunshine and coffee when they finally get up, it's easy to add, "I love you."

At this Jack's smile does grow, and he finally opens his eyes. Alex can't even imagine what he sees. A man too far gone for his own good, probably. 

"Wait, say it again," he says. "I didn't get to look at you before."

It's so profoundly Jack that Alex has to swallow back a laugh. "I love you," he repeats, and the words taste like glitter and sunlight and Jack's smile is gold, pure gold.

"I love you too," he says, the most beautiful four-four measure Alex has ever heard, like Jack has somehow figured out a way to twist stardust into language; the shortest love song ever written, just for Alex's ears.

Alex smiles, and he knows he's not half as radiant as Jack when he does, but it's not like he could stop himself. To be in love with Jack is a privilege all by itself; for Jack to be in love with him, Alex thinks he must have been some kind of Odyssean hero in a past life.

"We should get up," Jack finally says, and Alex realizes he's lapsed into silence again, drinking in the sight of Jack once more. "At some point."

"Nah," Alex says. He threads his fingers through Jack's hair and shifts closer, until Jack rolls onto his back and Alex can lean over him, arms braced against the pillow. "I disagree."

"Oh, well, in that case," Jack says dryly, but he hasn't stopped smiling since his eyes opened to meet Alex's.

"We should stay here forever," Alex suggests. He ducks down and presses a kiss to Jack's cheek, and Jack giggles. "We should stay here," and he drops another kiss on Jack's other cheek, "and never go anywhere," his temple, "or see anyone," his nose, "or do anything else forever," and he starts trailing kisses down the line of Jack's jaw.

"We'll both be fired," Jack says pragmatically.

Alex shakes his head. "Don't care. We'll become hermits. I'm pretty sure hermits get a monthly check from, like, Hermits United."

"I think you watch too much Doctor Who."

Somehow this startles a laugh out of Alex, and he pulls away for a moment to look Jack in the face. "But you got the reference, so who's the real geek?"

When Jack laughs this time, Alex feels it vibrate against his lips where he's leaving soft kisses down the line of Jack's throat. "Oh, God. This is my worst nightmare. You've made me a Doctor Who fan." Then, "If anyone was going to corrupt me, of course it would be you."

Alex pulls back again, smiling in the gleaming light of Jack's fond look. "I hardly think Doctor Who is how I'm going to corrupt you. Didn't I just suggest we both get sacked and hole up in your apartment?"

"That's true." Jack skims a hand up Alex's chest and curls his fingers around Alex's neck. "I kinda liked that idea, though. Tell me more."

Alex hums. "Well, I can promise you it will involve a lot of this," and he dips down to kiss Jack on the lips, slowly, intently, savoring every second, committing the taste to memory in case anyone ever asks him what sunlight tastes like. 

Jack smiles against Alex's mouth, so Alex moves back just a breath. "I'm convinced," Jack mumbles. His fingernails scratch lightly at the back of Alex's neck, at the ends of his hair. "I'm in. Let's do it."

Alex chuckles and lowers himself down, kissing Jack again with absolutely no intention of stopping, and Jack lets him, and after a moment Alex thinks of something to say that requires breaking the kiss, so he does.

"Move in with me?" he asks.

Jack hums. "You should move in with me," he says. "All your shit is here anyway, and I live closer to your school."

"Sounds like you've thought about it."

"I have," says Jack. "A lot. I've been thinking about it for a long time."

Something about that makes Alex's heart skip a beat. "I'd love to move in with you," he says, a little breathless. "God, I fucking love you."

Jack gazes at Alex, deep, earnest brown eyes as sincere as they'd been the first day they'd met. "Alright, gig's up," he says. "I already said you can move in. You can stop the bribe now."

Alex laughs and hides his face in Jack's neck, barely moving his lips to brush a kiss over his collarbone. "No way, babe. I have weeks of not saying it to make up for."

"Weeks, huh?"

"Yeah, weeks."

"Oh, well. That's alright then." Jack's arms are tight around Alex's neck. "I love you. I'd love you more if you made coffee."

"This love can't be conditional," Alex protests. 

"It's not conditional! I'm just saying if you made coffee I'd love you even more."

"Choosing to believe you already love me the maximum amount," Alex says airily, "but I will make you coffee anyway, because I'm that nice."

Jack sighs contentedly. "You know, I always think I love you the maximum amount," he says reflectively, "but then every day I fall more in love with you. So I'm starting to think there might not be a limit."

Alex's heart skips another beat. That might become a problem if it continues. "Holy fuck, that's romantic," he says, because it is, and then, fervently, "Me too, by the way."

He feels Jack giggle. "Well, I woke up and the first thing you did was call me beautiful. I'm just trying to keep up at this point."

Alex wonders how he ever existed without Jack, and he sends up a silent prayer to whoever's listening that he never has to again. He shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling Jack with him, because his arms are getting kind of tired, and affords Jack a grin. "I meant it," he promises. "You are. So gorgeous. I wish I could just look at you forever."

"But then how would you watch Doctor Who?"

Alex laughs. "Good point. I take it back. I wish I could look at you forever except for forty-five minutes twice a week."

"That's more like it." Jack moves to cup Alex's face in his hand, and his smile is so soft, so quiet, something only for Alex to see. "I don't think I mentioned, but you're also beautiful, Alex. You're just." He sweeps his thumb over Alex's cheek. "I wish I knew more words, or more languages, or something, so I could figure out how to say what I'm trying to say."

And Alex thinks maybe he understands, because if it's anything like what Alex has been trying to say then he knows already there are no words for it in any language. It's not something that gets said; it's a feeling, or maybe a moment, and it's in the room right now, settling like a blanket over them both. "I know," he whispers, letting his eyes close, letting Jack lean in and kiss him gently, leisurely, like they have all the time in the world, and maybe they do.

(Sometime later, Alex will find his best approximations for what they're both grasping at right now. It'll start with I remember when I woke up the morning you first told me you loved me, my first thought was, "Wow, this man is golden," and it'll end with I do.)

[light-of-valentia]

Boys’ Snuggling Headcanons

ok so for whatever reasons my writing is blowing up now, so i’m gonna take advantage of that and write some probably shitty headcanons right now n post em!!! i’m gonna write these for ALL the student boys too, not just golden deer! i got admin lil right next to me so we talkin these over and writin em together- admin belle

adding this cut bc this is gonna be REALLY long and i dont wanna eat up yall’s dashes kdfhgjdfghlkh, no nsfw content or spoilers though

Black Eagles

Hubert von Vestra

Not super big on cuddling most of the time, as physical affection isn’t his best love language

He has really clammy hands and while he isn’t self-conscious per se, he knows he wouldn’t want to be subjected to such clamminess himself

Likes to slip an arm around his your waist

Doesn’t like to face his partner while cuddling

Holds himself close to his partner’s body while they fall asleep

He will absolutely play with your hair once you are asleep though

Ferdinand von Aegir

Affectionate both in public and private, but more so in private

“A true noble would always shower his dearest in affection”

If you’re ok with it, he would love subtle cuddles in public, like slipping his arm around you if you’re near him or “stretching” to sling his arm over your shoulders to pull you closer

Prefers to be a big spoon, but if you really wanted to be the big spoon, he would 100% let you

He is touch-starved please snuggle him

Likes to run his fingers through your hair and ramble about how amazing you are, how he loves you, etc.

Caspar von Bergliez

He HAS to be the big spoon

Even if you’re much taller or larger than him, he thrives off of feeling like he is protecting you

He loves it when s/o lays their head on his chest

Thrives off of nuzzling his face into the crook of his partner’s neck

Loves to hug his partner tight and close to him, like he’s never gonna let go

If you or he had a bad day, expect cuddles the minute you two get a chance

Cuddles happen on his bed because then when his you is gone, it still smells like you

Linhardt von Hevring

Sleepy boy loves snuggling, but you’ll never hear him say it

Reason?? He’s never awake long enough to realize

If you two are on a couch or bed and he’s drowsy, he’ll just use you as a pillow

He’s like a koala he’ll just latch on

Loves being the little spoon but, again, won’t admit it

Likes to face you and run his fingers through your hair

The pillow he lost on campus was because of him using “I lost my pillow” as an excuse to use you for one

Blue Lions

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

He is so cuddly oh my god

Physical contact from you is just so healing to him he is so touch starved PLEASE cuddle him

He will totally walk around with you in his coat like a bat with his wings folded around you, hugging you to his torso

He is super shy, but also very clingy, so this is how he gets his necessary dose of you during the day when you aren’t alone

If he had a rough day or he is being bothered by memories from his past, he will come into your room crying and that’s how you know it’s snuggle time

Absolutely loves being the little spoon but he will never admit this to you

Depending on his mood, sometimes he just likes to curl up around you and hold you tight, and other times he just likes to bury his face in your chest as refuge from the world

Also reeeally loves to face you when cuddling

He really likes to lay on your chest and feel your heartbeat

This boy just loves to snuggle so much, the physical contact and closeness just puts him at ease

If you let him, he will cling to you like a stuffed animal while you both fall asleep

Sorry his are so much longer than the other ones- baby boy has been through a lot and he really needs his snuggles

Dedue Molinaro

Not super cuddly by nature, but if you’re into it, he’ll absolutely do it with you

He is like a human furnace, so cuddles with him can be with or without blankets

Faerghus winters too cold for comfort? Call in Dedue and you two will warm up with couch snuggles, hot tea, and books

He always smells like nice spices from whatever he last cooked

It’s usually you who initiates cuddle sessions, though he sometimes will when he is particularly exhausted

He doesn’t get too reachy and ansty with snuggling- he likes to use it to calm down both physically and mentally

Likes to fall asleep with a hand or finger over yours

Ashe Ubert

Lowkey extremely cuddly, but not as dramatic about it as Dimitri

He loves to be the big spoon; he has always been fiercely protective of the ones he loves, having had to provide for his siblings from a very young age, and this definitely shows in his desire to protect you

However, if you want to be the big spoon, he usually won’t object. He tries to be manly and dominant, but sometimes, he can’t help but find himself as putty in your hands

He l o v e s to snuggle you up from behind and nuzzle his face into your hair- the smell of it is heavenly to him

He doesn’t really care if you’re dirty or freshly-bathed, the smell of you and especially your hair is so comforting to him

Loves to hold you tight and run his fingers through your hair or massage your body

After a long day, Ashe likes to lay down with you, your legs and bodies all tangled up together, and just gaze into your eyes

The look he always gives you when you’re snuggling is absolutely radiating with love

Having you asleep in his arms is like the goddesses’ gift to him, and he just likes to pet your hair and comb it, give you little butterfly kisses wherever he can, and administer all sorts of innocent little gifts of affection

Sylvain Jose Gautier

Snuggles with him tend to be either very playful or emotional depending on how he feels

Some days, he just likes to cling to you and massage wherever his hands wind up and gush to you about how lucky he is to have someone who loves him for himself and not his title or crest

Likes to tickle you sometimes, and use your giggling moments of vulnerability to get himself closer to you

If you have longer hair, snuggling Sylvain means he’s gonna end up playing with it

You will have conversations while snuggling and Sylvain will just be twirling little strands of your hair and sometimes even braiding it

Loves falling asleep on your chest, feeling your heartbeat and knowing that you’re real and you really do love him

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

He really likes to feel warm, and he gets his warms from snuggling you

This never happens in public though, always behind closed doors

The first few times you snuggle, he refuses to face you because his face in full blush and he can’t let you see it oh no

Lowkey loves the smell of your hair and how soft your skin is

Likes to ghost his fingers through your hair and nuzzle into your neck

On the rarer occasion, he will be whispering sweet nothings and just snuggling you and clinging to you and humming

He tries to make himself the big spoon, but if you play your cards right, he is putty in your hands

Golden Deer

Claude von Riegan

Likes to start off snuggle sessions with some teasing, but if they don’t escalate into makeout sessions, he likes to enjoy a relatively peaceful silence with you

He likes to do little things in private to get your attention for some snuggles, like pinch your side or tug your wrist lightly

He doesn’t mind maintaining physical closeness with you in public either, though

He absolutely will pull you towards him by the waist, give you a kiss, and snuggle up to you for a hot minute in public, and he really does not care who is watching unless you do

He loves facing you and peppering your face, neck, and collarbone with soft little kisses

Big spoon. Rarely lets you be the big spoon, and when he does, he is such a tease about it

He likes to rub little circles into your lower back and waist

Loves holding you up close to him, chests flushed together, his head resting on top of yours

He really likes it when you tousle his curls and brush through them with your fingers

If you have a developed chest, he has no shame in using your breasts as pillows

Likes it when you fall asleep on top of him

He isn’t clingy per se, but he is like a magnet to you and he enjoys having a physical closeness to you

Lorenz Hellman Gloucester

He tries to upkeep his chivalrous noble attitude while snuggling, but after a little while, he drops the act and just tries to enjoy the moment

Loves to converse with you while your bodies are tangled together

When he’s stressed, he loves it when you give him little back massages

If you’ve recently bathed, he lo o o ves the smell of you all fresh and clean while you snuggle

Sometimes, he fills idle air with praise of you, but other times, he just likes to savor silence

Snuggling with him usually only happens in private, since he gets very flustered with PDA that is not initiated by him

Raphael Kirsten

Big boy like to hug

He is generally super warm, but his hands and feet can be cold

His hair is v e r y soft and he likes when you ruffle through it

He likes to lay down with you and hug you to his chest

Alternatively, he doesn’t mind a bit when you just sprawl over him and use his muscular torso as a pillow

He likes the thought of long snuggle sessions with you, but he tends to fall asleep early on

Ignatz Victor

He likes to be very gentle whilst cuddling you

Prefers to face you so that he can take in and admire how amazing your features are, you’re like a muse to him

Massages? Massages.

Likes to spritz whatever couch or bed you’re using with rose or lavender oil for a nice added aesthetic to relax in

Snuggling is very sensually relaxing to him, and he loves to brush through your hair, take in your scent, and soak up everything you have to offer

Likes to be the big spoon, since it gives him an opportunity to show how much he appreciates you, but doesn’t object to being the little spoon

Glasses usually come off whilst snuggling so he doesn’t break them, but if you are both being still, he will put them back on so that he can appreciate how beautiful/handsome you are

[saltbabypidge]

This fic was created as a pinch hit for the BKDK Katsuki Birthday Exchange 2020 as a gift to @kacchansass #bkdkbirthday

Happy Birthday, Kacchan

Summary: Izuku's trying to do something romantic for Katsukis birthday but Katsukis confused.

Fluff, reminiscing, BKDK, sexual situations.

A/N: Please bear with me, I had a small mishap where the cord to my laptop broke and I was unable to get my progress off of it before the battery died. I had to rewrite it from memory on my phone. The original will be posted when my new cord comes in.

*BKDK*

EDIT; I TOTALLY FORGOT. Minor movie spoilers. If you dont want to be spoilered, skip from Bakugou saying " That wasnt our first kiss..." and come back after the italics.

The sun filtered through the curtains, throwing highlights over dark green hair spilling across a black pillowcase. Bakugou Katsuki always made it his goal to wake up before his partner, claiming to like the peace and quiet, but in reality he liked watching the way Izukus nose wrinkled in his sleep. Today, his eyes were caught by his boyfriends freckles, he refused to admit it to anyone else, but to him they were like stars scattered across the sky.

His crimson eyes were soft as they glanced at the clock, growing wicked as he saw the time. The nerd had decided that they would start celebrating his birthday on the nineteenth, so they could have a whole day to themselves. He'd insisted that they be up no later than eight and it was now eight thirty. Katsuki leaned in, brushing a kiss over his boyfriends freckled cheek,, lips following his fingers as he brushed the wild fall of green behind Izukus ear.

" OI, DEKU!"

With a yelp and thud, the peaceful scene was ruined as Izuku flailed and fell in a tangled heap of blankets to the floor of their apartment. Some things never changed, and even after five years of being Pro-Heroes, and living together for four, he never failed to startled the shit out of his lover. Sometimes he wondered if Izuku had a blind spot where he was concerned, he was rarely taken by surprise by anyone else anymore. Blindspot or not, the ash blond would never get tired of the sight of his taller lover flailing like a fish. It served him right for having the audacity to be half a foot taller than him.

" What? Were we called? Kacchan why are you laughing..." Izuku was slowly trying to extricate himself from the blanket, sun warmed muscle dotted with freckles making an appearance as he untangled his arms. He would look like an oversized child as he stood, wrapped in their large quilt as he rubbed sleep crusted eyes, if it hadn't been for the scars that littered his body.

The birthday boy didn't bother answering, he just jerked his thumb at the clock, laughter dying out into a smirk as he watched bleary emerald eyes blink in confusion at the time then widen as coherent thought filtered in. He knew exactly when the light went on because those eyes widened in panic and his boyfriend launched himself towards the dresser, one foot trying to shake off the remainder of the blanket, like a puppy with a wet foot. Clothes launched themselves around the room as he dug through the drawers.

"Why didn't you wake me earlier? Get dressed, I hope we have enough time to do everything now, I tried to plan extra time in case we got distracted or called but..."

"Don't tell me what to do, I'm the birthday boy here, you better not forget that." With a cocky smirk, Katsuki tuned out his nerd as his words devolved into a mutter about time and plans, and the possibility of rain. The soon to be twenty-two year old had no idea what his boyfriend had planned for today, and of course he was fucking curious, but after the sheer disappointment on Dekus face the last time he'd ruined his own surprise, he hadn't even tried to dig. That didn't mean he wouldn't be an asshole. He made sure to stretch, loosening his muscles nice and slow before he started towards the closet to get dressed. He knew those deep green eyes were on him from the first crack of his neck, through the shoulder roll and into the lunge because the mumbled words had trailed into silence.

. " Aren't you getting dressed, De~Ku? We don't have much time right?" Katsuki said with a smirk before dropping his sleep pants and tugging on a pair of black jeans. He wasn't sure what was planned today, but with enough incentive he knew Deku would agree that birthday sex was in order today, as well as tomorrow. Their relationship may have evolved over the years, but they were both very physical people. They tested each other, got stronger and tested each other again, whether in their hero career or in the bedroom.

The blondes mind started to wander as he pulled his shirt over his head, only to have his thoughts interrupted by strong arms sliding around him, pulling him against his boyfriends hard chest. He tilted his head back, one pierced eyebrow raising at the taller male, the smile on Dekus scarred face was stupidly endearing.

" I never gave you your good morning kiss, Kacchan."

He was ready to roll his eyes- he didn't NEED a good morning kiss- when a large warm hand cupped his chin, tilting his head back into position for the taller man to press their lips together. He didn't need a good morning kiss, but he always wanted one. Stupid Deku always knew how to read him, even when he didn't want him to. The kiss should have been awkward, but they'd had years of practice, and their lips slotted together easily, the awkward position non withstanding. Even here, Katsuki was competitive, reaching up to fist a strong hand in his lovers green curls, taking control of the kiss. It was HIS birthday kiss after all, and he'd be the one in charge.

When they finally parted he licked his lips and pulled himself out of Dekus arms. He could feel himself going soft, warmth for his lover welling in his chest, and a smile tugging at his lips.

Bakugou Katsuki did not get soft when the sun was high in the sky. That was reserved solely for late nights and early mornings damnit.

" You're the one in the fucking hurry, get a shirt on and lets go." He knew Izuku was used to his swift mood changes, and the nerd was on some imaginary time crunch, so they should get going before he got even more time obsessed..

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The sun was even brighter outside, warming the otherwise chilly spring morning. It flickered through Izukus curls as Katsuki watched him from the passengers seat of their rarely used car. He had no idea where they were headed, so he spent the time watching his boyfriend take turns like a madman. From their personalities, most people would think Bakugou was the reckless driver, anyone who had ever been in a car with the heir of One for All could attest to the opposite. Deku drove his car the way he drove through life, with sheer controlled chaos... Katsuki wouldn't want him any other way

Bakugou Katsuki was in love with Izuku Midoriya. He had finally admitted it to himself after they had been dating for three years. He was just bad at showing it in any normal fashion. Thankfully, the nerd knew him well enough to realize that he wouldn't get many " I love yous" from the explosive ash blond. His contemplation of his boyfriends faults were interrupted by a question.

" Kacchan, what do you want for your birthday?"

Broad shouders shrugged as Katsuki tilted his head to the side. " It's a little late to be asking me that, don't you think Deku~" He smirked. " My birthdays tomorrow. Anyway, I think I told you what I wanted last time you asked,or did you forget, loser" The green haired man flushed crimson as he stopped the car in a parking lot. Katsuki knew he was thinking back to last week when he'd asked that question for the hundredth time while they had been in bed. The crimson eyed pro-heroes smirk widened as he remembered the event himself.

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" What do you want for your birthday, Kacchan?" Izuku had been sprawled on top of his boyfriend, knowing the other loved using him as a human blanket. Katsuki had become sick of the question. He didn't need anything for his birthday, so he hadn't even bothered to open his eyes as he moved, smirking as he answered.

"I have everything I want here in my hands"

Izuku Midoriya, six foot seven of broad muscle, and bearer of One for All had let out a surprised, and very unmanly squeak when he felt strong hands grip his ass roughly.

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" Yeah, you remember. so stop asking." the blush had said it all. He watched as Izukus brow wrinkled thoughtfully, smoothing out as he turned the car off. " We're at our first stop. Katsuki looked around unimpressed, the lot overlooked the river, but he didn't see anything special about it. There had to be something, or Izuku wouldn't have the excited look in his eye. He wouldn't be grabbing Katsukis hand and dragging him towards the water, wouldn't be fucking LEAPING OVER THE SIDE and dragging the other with him. When they landed- they were pro's and taking a fall like that was nothing-the irritable blond smacked his boyfriend in the back of the head. " Warn me next time! Now what the fuck is to special about this pla...." He paused as he looked around, red eyes narrowing as the broken shoreline brought up whisps of memory.

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"...You are a fucking idiot."

A soaked form in green was slammed against the ground with a muffled thud, wet curls sticking to a pale, freckled face as lips pressed hungrily together, relief mixing with adrenaline- ,

The newly minted Ground Zero felt like he couldn't get enough air. He had felt his stomach drop when he had seen his rivals limp body tossed over the barrier toward the water below. They had been chasing this villain for hours, and Deku had been taken by surprise. Katsuki had incapacitated the man with an aggressive AP shot and dove after his partner. The rescue had led to...

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"....You're a fucking sap." Katsuki could feel his face heat a little at the memory. It hadn't exactly been their most shining moment.

" Come on Kacchan, it was where we had our first kiss..." Izuku was smiling as he slid an arm around his waist. Katsuki shoved at his chest. " Because you almost died, and I was a dumb teenager... and it wasn't our first kiss." He looked up at his boyfriend with a shit eating grin. Izuku crossed his arms, flustered again.

"I don't remember that one, Kacchan...."

Katsuki did. Visions of a different shoreline flickered through his mind.

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Bakugou had landed hard, both of his arms were broken, so his attempts to get up resulted in him flopping like a useless fish. The pain was making his vision fade in and out, hyperfocusing on a mop of green hair. He could feel the thrum of Izukus quirk under his skin as he dragged himself painfully towards his rival. Bakugo Katsuki had dreamed of being like All Might as a child... The man who always won to save everyone, but not like this. Not with a quirk that was not his own...Not when Izuku wouldn't stand beside him. Having his rival as a foil had become important at some point. He rolled to his side, trying to lift his arm, he knew he needed dna to give the quirk back, but he couldn't. He was too weak. " FUCK this shit. take your quirk back you shitty nerd." the explosive blonde could taste blood on his lips and before he could think through what his exhausted brain had suggested, he was suiting though to action and lifting himself with his abdominal s to awkwardly press his lips against Izukus, cracked bleeding lips meeting cracked and bleeding lips as he thought hard about how much he didn't want this god damn quirk. He would make it to the top with his own power, or it wouldn't mean a damn thing....He hoped it was enough, he couldn't keep conscious anymore and slid off of his rival, darkness taking him.

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"Yeah, you were out like a light. Fine. he'rs the first kiss we BOTH remember. Why are we here"

Izuku looked sheepish. " I was hoping maybe we could kiss here again, without the near death experience?" The shorter male leaned into his boyfriends reach. " Kiss me, and lets get out of here..." He hated seeing the shuttered look in Izuku's eyes, but he had had nightmares about the incident that had gotten them together for years. He cursed internally, nails digging into his palms as Izuku kissed him softly and they made their way back up to the car. Katsuki punched the car, causing startled green eyes to fly up to his face. " Look...It's cute, but I don't like thinking about you dying." His nerd nodded, shoulders still tense and unsure as he spoke. "The next place we can walk to...so lets get some fresh air."

Katsuki preferred walking if he could,so he nodded and fell in next to his lover, shoulders growing tenser, and teeth gritting in anger as the silence continued. He finally reached out to grab Izukus hand, squeezing it tightly, though he wasn't looking at him. Deku better understand. Katsuki hated PDA with a passion, a kiss or two was fine but he didn't hold hands...unless he thought Izuku needed it. Even after four years of dating, he did it so rarely the public sometimes forgot that the Wonder Duo were a couple at all, something he knew weighed on Izukus mind. Katsuki didn't think that they needed to shout it from the mountaintops, but he was almost ready to, to keep his nerd happy.

The landscape was becoming more familiar as they walked, and Katsuki sighed as they moved past their childhood homes, and Izuku headed towards the school. He moved so he was walking slightly in front of Izuku and crossed his arms

" What is this, a trip down memory lane?" The chaotic being that was his boyfriend and hero partner just gave him a sweet, disarming smile, pulling out two passes into the school as he answered. " Something like that." The explosion user was a little surprised at how well planned this was...whatever it was. At this point he was along for the ride, so he followed his boyfriend out past the school proper, past the dorms where a new class was training to be heroes. They walked, following a path he hadn't seen in years to the mock up of a city, it didn't look any different than he remembered, the place having been repaired time after time. So much had happened here for them...

"I got permission from the school to rent it..."

"Ground Beta..." Ruby eyes met emeralds as they were assaulted by memories.

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"Fight me Deku" His emotions were in turmoil. He wasn't strong enough, Izuku had been the one All Might had chosen, not him...and Katsuki had been the one to cause All Might to lose his quirk forever.

Izuku was the only one who could accept and receive those feelings, the only one who could come near him in a fight, and Izuku had still lost to him.

Why? Izuku was weak, but he had been chosen by All Might...Katsuki was weak because he had been taken, but Izuku was weaker than him. The fight had been charged with emotion on both sides, it had been a crux of them overcoming the past and becoming true rivals...and eventually friends and lovers.

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Katsuki could see the light of challenge blooming in his boyfriends eyes, and he could feel adrenaline pumping up his spine. They moved like two predators, Pro-heros in their own right as they squared up a few feet apart. It felt familiar, the surrounding, the energy between them, but this time it was without the weight of confusion and sorrow. And the dialogue was different.

"Fight me, Kacchan" Izuku stood, feet apart, hand out in a come-at-me gesture as he waited for Katsuki to make a move.The explosive hero could feel small crackling explosions lighting his palm, as the excitement got the better of him. If this was what Izuku had planned for his birthday present then he fucking accepted. It had been far too long since they'd had a decent spar.

" Come at me, Deku"

Those were the last words spoken until the end of the bout, knowing each other as well as they did, fighting as partners for so long, they knew what the other would be doing intuitively. It was more like a deadly dance than a spar...or, if you were them, foreplay.

Moving on some unknown signal, Katsuki shot himself forward with barehanded explosions, pivoting midair to launch a kick at Deku's head. He felt air whoosh by under him as the taller man ducked and rolled under him, bringing his arm back around to block the retaliating blow. Each blow was met with a counter. The ash blond smirked as an air shot scored a line of blood across his cheek, exes glowing with excitement as he launched himself back to avoid his incredibly fast lover. Narrowed, alert eyes flickered over the battlefield looking for any weakness in his opponent. He saw it before Izuku. Something small tumbled out of Izukus pocket and the idiot dived for it instead of blocking. Katsuki took advantage of his mistake and pinned him face down against the asphalt. He leaned over his boyfriends prone body to whisper in his ear huskily. " I win...again."

He wouldn't have seen the small shiver that ran through the larger mans frame if he hadn't been looking for it. Katsuki was definitely ready for some birthday sex, and from the soft noise that escaped his partner when he ran his tongue over the selfsame ear he had just whispered into, so was Izuku.

So he was floored when his lover pulled away and whipped around, hand out, as if to keep a beast at bay.

Katsuki wanted to growl at getting denied, but the situation was so...stupid he snorted.

"What's wrong, Deku? We've done it in more public spaces and never gotten caught...and I know you wish I'd fucked you here back then..." He moved towards Izuku, gravelly voice seductive. Izuku took another step back.

"Kacchan this isn't what I came here for...I mean it is...but...not..." He was fiddling with the small box that had caused his loss in the first place, then stopped, back straightning. " You...said what you wanted for your birthday...was me right?" His eyes were pleading and Katsuki realized he wasn't just talking about for sex. He growled and looked away, shoulders tense and emotions riding high.

"Yeah....I mean. I already have you, you stupid Deku. You're mine." He reached out and took Izukus free hand, fingers lacing with his. He wanted to know what had the other so nervous. " What is that stupid box."

Katsuki Bakugou had never felt more like an idiot in his life when his boyfriend slid to one knee in front of him and opened the box that he'd been fiddling with.

The box that had plainly been a ring box the whole time.

"So...Yeah. I'm already yours, Kacc....Katsuki." The green haired giant stumbled over the words and shook his head. " Kacchan...So I can't give you anything but more of me...for the rest of our lives." The world seemed to hold it's breath as terrified green eyes met his and it hit him like a tidal wave what this whole day had been about. Izuku was proposing.

Well...Fuck.

The ring sitting in the casing was actually two rings. Two halves of a whole. -Just like them- They were about as manly as engagement rings got, tungstun steel bands with a single gem set in each band, one emerald, one ruby.

The blond didn't know how to process this. Of course he was going to marry the nerd, he'd just assumed he'd be the one asking. He could see his hesitation feeding that stupid insecurity his lover still carried and reached out his hand to snatch the box. He pried the rings apart and handed the one with the green gem out to Izuku with a slightly shaking hand.

"Youre supposed to put this ring on my goddamn finger right? Now give me your left hand Deku." He slid the ring onto his boyfriends left ring finger with a gentleness that belied his rough actions, and felt the slim band slide over his knuckle as Izuku followed suit. He pressed his forehead against Izukus, eyes meeting as a smile flickered across Katsukis lips, before eyes closed and their lips met.

"Happy Birthday, Kacchan"

Katsuki pulled away from the kiss with a snort.

" Shitty nerd getting yourself the better present for MY birthday" Katsuki crossed his arms cockily, the ring on his finger glinting in the afternoon sunlight. " I know I'm just that awesome." He ran his tongue over his lips. " But you did get me one thing I wanted..." The explosive heros arms moved to pull Izuku to his chest. " So I guess it's not too bad..." His hands slid down to squeeze his boyfr...fiances plump ass. " What do you say we celebrate this by giving me the other thing I wanted..." His smirk grew as he felt a twitch against his thigh, even as his boyfriends voice raised an octave. " HERE?"

[incorrect-youth-with-you]

Ooh this is lovely!🥰 I have like two requests if its okay? I would like a Keyin x Xu Xinwen au, I dont have a prompt but I would like it to be around the time of YWY, maybe something like pining? Maybe Keyin pining hard on Xinwen with a bit of angst? Idk however you prefer to do it! And my other request may be a weird ship but I totally loved it lol Anqi x Lin Fan? I dont have a prompt for this too lol but you can get inspired watching some videos of them on yt! (1)

(Sorry for the belated reply, took forever to figure out how to end it.

I Promise You Keyin x Xinwen

“Don’t mind me, my tears are pearls.” Keyin sniffs as she does her best to shake away the dark spots that keep invading her vision to finish the MAMA dance.

As Keyin catches her breath and watches a sweaty Vicky pull a half-asleep Zihan out of the studio. Xinwen begins to dance again but is stopped, and is gently ushering her towards the door.

“Jiejie please get some sleep.”

“What about you?”

“Xinwen jiejie, I’ll be fine.”

Keyin shoot her a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. Xinwen huffs at Keyin’s stubbornness but gives her a tight hug before leaving. She doesn’t see Keyin’s ears flushing a bright red, and her heart rate pick up.

/

“Keyin you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, you go first you need your sleep, I think I’ll give the ground a hug for a bit longer.”

Keyin says as she flops down on the studio floor, as she tries to convince Keran to leave. Keran lightly chuckles and gathers her things, before running off to shower.

Finally, alone Keyin inhails and slowly rolls up her pant leg, grimacing when it reveals a large bruise on her knee.

/

“Keyin, wake up. The lights were off and it’s past your practice time. Are you waiting for someone?”  

“I’m fine Princess jiejie. Let me get up and you can have the studio to yourself… and Yuxin.”

Keyin grumbles as she sits up, while Xueer blushes at her crushes name. Xueer glancing at Keyin sprawled on the floor, gasps seeing the sudden purple and black bruise painting Keyin skin.

“Keyin! Why didn’t you get help!”

Keyin whines at the sudden volume coming from the hair flip queen, and tries miserably to hide her leg.

“I’m the leader and everyone is counting on me, I-”

“You can’t take care of everyone else if you can’t take care of yourself first.”

Xueer clicks her tongue and shakes her head in disapproval. Seeing Xueer in her jiejie mood  doteing over her, Keyin let’s her stubborn walls to crumble. Xueer easily carries her to the medical dorm down the hall.

Silently greateful for a jiejie like Xueer, Keyin can’t help but think ‘what if it was Xinwen.’

The sudden thought caused a heat wave to travel up the back of her neck and up to her ears.

‘But how could some one like her, love some one like me?’

/

Xinwen does a double-take, Keyin looks so small in the pile of blankets.

“Keyin, you in there? Xueer told me about your knee.”

With some groaning and shifting from the blankets, a very tired Keyin emerges. Xinwen takes a moment before settling against the headboard, scanning Keyin for any physical discomfort.

“Why are you here anyway, I told you to go get rest.”

Xinwen rolls her eyes and lightly swats at Keyin, as she pretends to be annoyed. But the tiny smile that creeps across her face says otherwise.

“I can’t rest well knowing you’re not taking care of yourself either.”

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

Xinwen’s voice is laced with concern, and Keyin want’s nothing more then to crowl into a dark hole.

“I-”

‘I can’t watch you be eliminated, and goodbye to you again.’

Keyin’s breath hitches as the reality hits her, her heart pounding agressively, as she struggles to keep breathe.

Keyin hyperventilating is gut-wrenching, pulling her into a side hug, Xinwen whispers words of encouragement.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

 Keyin manages to huff out a quiet

“Stay?”

‘I love you, I can’t lose you again.’

Xinwen looks down at that only to see an exhausted Keyin, clinging to her shirt like a lifeline.

“I promise, I’ll stay.”

Keyin nuzzles into Xinwen’s light brown locks and falls asleep.

Xinwen can’t help but feel her heart race, as she leans down places a kiss on Keyin’s forehead before falling asleep.

‘I wish I could tell you, I love you.’

/

“It was worth it!” Keran grins as she gathers everyone into a tight hug.

It’s done. Keyin can’t help but feel overwelming in of relief.

Zihan leans over to Keyin and whispers through tears “Thank you for looking after us.”

Keyin sends her a watery smile and squeezes Zihan a bit tighter.

Xinwen beemed with pride, knowing how much time and energy Keyin put in. Her dedication to the battle and the team just made Xinwen heart swell with love.

/

On the way back to the waiting room, Keyin felt her cool rapper composure melt away. The adrenaline high started to fade, as her limping became more apparent

“You did it!”

Keyin turns around to see Xinwen sprinting towards her, arms open as she tackles Keyin in an enthusiastic hug. Stumbling on her good leg Keyin barely catches Xinwen with the help of the wall.

“We did it!”

Keyin corrected, giggling as she tries to balance Xinwen in her arms. Basking in the warmth of the hug, Keyin slowly pulls away to see Xinwen’s dimples on full display.

Ignoring the lump in her throat, and pounding in her chest, Keyin locks eyes with Xinwen before tilting her head up closing the gap between them.

Xinwen lets out a small sound of surprise when Keyin’s leans in to close the gap. Before recovering and gently cradling Keyin’s face in her hands. Keyin in return tangles her hand in Xinwen’s hair, while her other wraps around Xinwen’s waist protectively.

Despite being a vocialist Xinwen’s lungs started to burn in need of air. Begrudgingly she pulled away panting as she leaned against Keyin’s forehead.

“I-”

Xinwen pauses when Keyin tightens her hold, bracing herself to hear the worst.

“I’ve wanted to do that for years.”

Keyin lets out a sigh of relief.

“Well why didn’t you Xinwen?”

Xinwen scuffes weaky, “I was scared.” A new hue of red colors her cheeks from the small confession.

Keyin corked an eyebrow at her “You were scared?” A new wave of tenderness tugged at Keyin’s heart strings, she can’t help but look at Xinwen with full love an adoration.

“Shut up and kiss me again.”

Xinwen bashfully replies before leaning in again.

“I promise, not even eliminations could make me leave you.”

Keyin answers smugly, pulling Xinwen towards her again.

“I love you”

Keyin gently whispers before cupping Xinwen’s face again and leaning in, smiling into the kiss Xinwen whispers “I love you too.”

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

take out and stressed cuddles are what make better evening- a sander sides au LAMP oneshot

This took awhile to refine and finish, and I know I havent posted about this particular au in awhile but after a long work week and I came back to this and finally sat down and got the inspiration to finish this. I’ll get to my other projects soon but this is a bit of a oldie and close to my heart. So I hope you guys like it too!

This is dedicated and inspired by @residentanchor and her story ALIP, Celery I hope you like this! 

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Things were remarkably peaceful, especially for a bigger bustling city as thesky dyed itself in reds pinks and golds. The city lights were slowly flickering on with cheerful glows as the sounds of the city rumbled through the streets of the heart and even a few streets and blocks out of it, at a larger apartment complex. Within a special third story apartment the sunset glowed into the dim living room, where the outside noises were overpowered by the dull volume of two men joking and discussing cryptids and the mysteries around them floating out of a neatly placed laptop upon a low table. The laptop’s owner was across from it on the couch, his purple dyed hair flopping into his face. The man was Virgil Collins, a 22 year old fresh out of collage adult, his lanky looking body sprawled out across the couch on his side with his hoodie still over his work uniform and one shoe ladded foot hanging over the edge. One look at his sleeping face showed some dark circles starting to form under his eyes from a lack of proper sleep, and his body occasionally twitched as he dreamed, face scrunching up from time to time in displeasure. He had gotten home to his shared apartment first for the first time in a long while,everyone else catching late shifts. This wouldve meant that Virgil was supposed to make dinner for the four of them, and he had meant to really. But he had been so stressed and exhausted from work that once his head hit the couch pillow and youtube was droning he had been out cold. 

And thats exactly how Patton Foster, his eldest roommate, had found him a few hours later when he got home from his own job, dressed up like a waiter with some flour dusting his black jeans. The 27 year old man pulled off his shoes as he walked in and paused, a soft but concerned smile tugging at his lips. With a soft sigh he walked over and carefully draped a blanket over his roommate, gently running his fingers through his hair soothingly when Patton saw Virgil’s face scrunch again. But soon he relaxed and Patton left him alone to go change, texting their other two roommates to try to be quiet when they got in, and that he’d be getting dinner tonight. 

20 minutes later Patton was leaning over the kitchen counter scrolling his phone quickly, eyes scanning the screen. Without him noticing their more reserved roommate, Logan Masters, slipped into the apartment and into the kitchen.

“ Evening Patton...I assume Virgil’s sleeping figure is the reason for your texts?” The other man smiled brightly and nodded, straightening up. “ Ah yes! oops--i mean yeah...Poor thing looks so exhausted right now even in his sleep I figured he should get as much of it as he can...and maybe order some food tonight so he doesnt fret over missing his night to cook.” Logan smiled and peered at his phone a little, observing the options. 

“ Well...Roman will be home soon, he missed his usual bus so he had to take the ‘worse’ one according to his text.” Patton giggled a little and went back to his phone.

“ Well, in that case it sounds like some Chinese take out might be just the thing we all need. Dontcha think Lo?” He got a small chuckle and a smile and it was enough of an answer for him to start throwing together a big order while showing the taller man to go change from work, leaning against the counter and poking his head out to check up on their youngest roomie, sighing in relief to see him still calmly asleep. It took another 20 minutes before their last roommate, one extravagant Roman Prince, sweep quietly into the apartment and lean against the door with a dramatic sigh, getting soft giggles out of Patton. The sound made Roman smile as he waved passing the kitchen and tiptoed to his room, smiling softly at the purple haired man on his way. 

When their dinner finally arrived it took both Patton and Logan to carry it all in, just to see Roman sat beside Virgils head, sitting on the floor watching his laptop and humming softly. But the smell soon filled the room and with a rumble virgil finally opened his purplish blue eyes and lifted his head with an groggy “huh?” 

“ Morning hun! You were napping when we got home so we decided to let you sleep and ordered take out for all of us. Wanna move your laptop and we’ll all watch some movies or something?” He nodded and moved it as he woke up ore, blinking the sleep from his eyes and making an upset sound as he remembered that “ But...Pat it was my night to cook and I completely forgot...I...” “ Oh hush Brothers’ Grim. Take out might do us all some good. Now if you dont pick a movie I will, and you wont like it~.” Roman grinned playfully as Virgil feigned a grimace.

“ Oh god...not Cinderella again please I couldnt take it.” The mahogany haired man gave a very offended gasp as the two bickered over movies and virgil sat up to let him on the couch. Within a blink he was comfy between Roman and Patton on the couch with Logan in arms reach on the floor in front of Patton, happily eating his share of food while they watched Big Hero Six, the sun fading into twinkling stars outside the windows. 

By the time the movie was over and another started he was full and relaxed, and all the stress of work and the day melted away with Patton massaging the base of his neck while they both essentially leaned on Roman who in turn gently carded his fingers through Logan’s hair as he read a book, the more stoic male leaning against Patton’s knee. And by the time the third movie had started they had all shifted onto the now blanket cushioned carpet with the table and food trash shoved off to the side in favor of more space for them all, ended up half tangled up together in one big cuddle pile. Virgil heard and could feel the sleepy hums from Roman with his head nestled on his chest, Patton’s arms around them both and Logan’s hand entwined with his on his other side. Roman let his eyes shut at the warm and comforting weight all around him, feeling Patton’s fingers tangle a little in his hair and Patton smiled contently when Logan reached his leg between the other two and tangled theirs together the best he could, the sound of the movies and the city outside slowly lulling them all to sleep on their little makeshift bed of blankets and pillows.

And they all were able to get a full night sleep that night.

End

So yeah! I hope you guys like this, because writing it made me really happy. and I’ll try to write more for everything else too!

Enjoy!

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Omg congrats ship!! I’m dying for a drabble of an old-married senior-citizen retired heroes kiribaku having lived a full life together. Uh, probably due to the age there’d be minimum to none sex talk? But you do you! Thanks and congrats again. You deserve it!

LET GRANDPAS HAVE SEX but no i dont want to write about that ur right, ur right. Also i dont wanna write abt death so HERE is a fluffy 'we're old together' drabble And THANK YOU here's me rambling about old married krbk until my poptart sandwich is done

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There's a gentle tap on his knee and Eijirou opens his eyes with a soft grunt. A child's standing at his feet, but he'll be damned if he knows which. They come and go too often and most of the time he's pretty sure they aren't even related to him. This one might be, though, with the same ruffled black hair that all four of his grand-kids share. Eijirou's own hair had been that color for years, though it's mostly just grey now. He thinks about dyeing it red again, like the bright days of his youth, but it'd be a lot of effort for nobody to see.

He sits up straighter and looks down at the child. "Yeah?"

"Uh, 'ello, Papa."

Oh, definitely related to him, then. He could probably guess a name if he put his glasses on, but he'd rather not move. He'd finally got the sharp pain in his right knee to settle and if he tries to get up, it'll come back with a vengeance. Besides, he's comfortable and the fireplace is strong here. "What do you need, baby?"

The child pulls a thumb from his mouth with a loud pop. He puts his tiny wet hand on Eijirou's knee again, and points at the man in the chair closest to the fire with his other.

"Oh, you wanna say hi to him too?"

The little one nods frantically, bright blue eyes wide.

"Do you remember how?"

Another eager nod. The baby waves his free hand, clutching it into a fist and then open again.

"Alright." Eijirou leans forward. His knee shifts and creaks and the old pain surges through it again as he moves, but that's okay. He's lived with it for a long time, and babies aren't forever. His left hand is tangled with Katsuki's and he pulls them both onto his own knee so that child can reach before gently drawing his fingers free. Katsuki's hand sprawls flat, palm open, and he turns his head towards them.

"Go ahead," Eijirou says. The child hesitates, and puts a thumb back in his mouth. "Go for it, brave one."

Tiny fingers rest over Katsuki's warm hand for a moment. The child screws up his face, thinking hard, and then he starts to fingerspell pressed against his grandfather's palm.

Katsuki's eyebrows raise and he cocks a familiar grin. "Hello," he answers, and the baby grins with a set of mismatched teeth. "Which one are you?"

"Can you do your name?" Eijirou asks.

He nods and with the kind of intensity only a very focused toddler can manage, he slowly writes his name on Katsuki's hand. Eijirou still can't see what it is; it's backwards from where he sits and disjointed, and he's still without his glasses. Katsuki gets it, though. He takes the child's hand in his own. His grip's still strong despite his age and his fingers don't shake like Eijirou's do.

"You're very good at that," Katsuki tells him.

"Mama and I practice every day!"

Eijirou taps Katsuki's arm and he lets go of the boy's hand. He snakes his arm up and rests his fingers close across the valley of Eijirou's throat.

"He says he's practicing," Eijirou tells him. It's always been his deep voice that Katsuki hears best with his fingers.

"Keep practicing," Katsuki answers.

"Yeah!"

"He will," Eijirou translates.

"Uhm, Papa, can you ask him to please, uhm." The child shifts back and forth on both feet before clapping his hands together.

"Katsuki," Eijirou says, "he wants to see your quirk."

Katsuki laughs quietly. He lowers his free hand and wiggles his fingers until the boy's clinging to him with both hands; it's a long familiar game. Gentle sparks pop against fresh baby skin and the child squeals happily. There's another crack, something louder and brighter that has Katsuki's hand jerking.

"Oh! Was that one you?"

It's not possible for the baby to grin wider. He claps his hands again and this time there's a spark.

"Oh good," Eijirou muses, and Katsuki's still listening to him. "This'll be fun revenge for the trouble his father caused us growing up."

"Come up here, kid," Katsuki offers. He helps the baby climb up into his lap and nestles him against an arm.

"They never wanna see my quirk, huh?"

Katsuki snorts and pulls his hand away to help hold onto the squirming toddler. "You look so wrinkled that you might as well be hard," he laughs.

Eijirou rolls his eyes- it's a habit more for him than for Katsuki, who can't see. He rests his hand over Katsuki's knee and lets it rest there. It's a comfort for both of them to touch and be touched, a bit of warmth that reminds them each in different ways that they are still there, they've made it through what others haven't, and they've found their peace.