#he has many great qualities of course but this tickled me

[pensherosjourney]

best quality: his waddle 🦆

[mind-intheclouds342]

The perfect one - Trans Curly x Reader

Warning: Smutty!

To you, he was the best man you could have ever met, tall, blonde, with blue eyes, his beard tickled you every time you kissed him, his hands were big and perfect for holding your face, kind, compassionate, and you could keep naming many other qualities of his.

After so many failed relationships, you felt that you had finally met the right person for you. 

Maybe the only bad thing you could say about him was his job, which meant he was away too much, but in the last few months you were dating, there wasn't a day when you didn't receive a call from him and he would tell you how everything was going.

While you were waiting at the mall for their arrival to meet, someone had approached you. 

He looked familiar when you gave him a glance, until you realized he was a friend of Curly's, whom you had only seen in photographs. 

Jimmy: "Aren't you (Y/n)? Curly's girlfriend?"

"Um- yeah, it's me..." 

You nodded somewhat nervously at the man's sudden closeness. 

Jimmy: "Are you gay?"

"Excuse me?"

That question had caught you completely off guard. 

Jimmy: "Sure you are, otherwise you wouldn't be with Curly, right?" 

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Jimmy: "You know, because he is a woman."

"Eh?"

Every word that came out of his mouth only made you feel more and more confused. 

Jimmy: "Didn't you know? He may look like a man and all, but he doesn't have what really makes a man."

"You know- I don't feel comfortable talking about this with you. I will kindly ask you to leave me alone and go away."

Jimmy: "Ugh, I'm just telling you the truth, you don't have to react that way."

He rolled his eyes. 

Jimmy: "You should be with a real man, I'm available if you're interested in that."

"No thanks, I would prefer to eat cockroaches."

You made an unpleasant grimace at that idea, but the thought of being much closer to that person for a longer time seemed even more disgusting to you. 

After rejecting him in a thousand different ways and having him insult you for rejecting him, he got tired enough to leave you alone. 

"What kind of friends does Curly have?"

You wondered, looking at the time on your phone, hoping he would arrive soon. 

And when you looked up from the screen, all you could see were yellow tulips in front of you. 

Curly: "Have you been waiting a long time for me?"

You melted at the sight of that beautiful smile he has, and the gesture of the flowers in a pot won your heart once again. 

"No, not at all, I arrived just a few minutes early."

You responded by greeting your boyfriend with a kiss on the lips, happy to see him again. 

Curly: "Great, shall we go to that new café you wanted to go to?"

"Of course~"

You clung to his arm and, attached to him, walked together until you reached that place.

You took a seat, leaving the flowers aside, and after glancing at the menu, you decided to place  your orders. 

Curly: "And? Have you thought about my proposal?"

"To go live with you?" You smiled, playing with the paper napkin on the table. "I don't know..." It's still a bit early~ we've only been dating for half a year"

Curly: "Mmm, but we've known each other for two years." 

"But it seems like you haven't told me everything~" 

Immediately, his calm demeanor changed to a more nervous one. 

Curly: "Hehehehe, what are you talking about?"

"I had the strangest conversation with your friend Jimmy, you told me he was a good guy, but damn, he's an idiot!" 

Curly: "Oh- um- and what did he say?"

"He started calling you less of a man and those things, he even called you a woman, I thought it was a bit exaggerated."

Curly: "Well... About that..."

"...Why would you hide something like this from me??"

Curly: "I didn't know how you were going to react... I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you..."

"Fool, it's not worth hiding those things, sooner or later they come to light, and it's better to say them beforehand." 

Both sighed and rested their heads in their hands. 

Curly: "You're going to leave me, aren't you? It's okay if you do it..."

"What?"

Curly: "At this point, this is where everyone leaves... For women, I was never a 'real man,' and for those who like women, I was never quite a woman, so... no one was satisfied with me after finding out that I am trans. " 

"I'm angry because you didn't tell me earlier. Not because you were born a woman"

Curly: "...Are you not going to leave me?"

"How could I leave the best man in the world?"

When he saw your smile and heard what you said, he couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and joy. 

At that moment, your drinks were brought to you, and you continued your conversation as if nothing had happened, talking about your jobs and friends, catching up after not having seen each other for a while.

You had decided to go to his house, you wanted to stay for dinner and sleep with him. 

"Was that you??" 

You said, surprised, looking at some photos from when he was a teenager, before testosterone. 

The two sitting on the couch in their living room. 

Curly: "Yeah... They always told me I looked very masculine, so I tried to look as feminine as possible so they wouldn't talk weird about me, but I think I just looked dumber." 

"You were so beautiful! You have always been handsome your whole life, it's unfair!"

You buried your face in his chest and hit him a couple of times softly, until you stopped and looked at him. 

Curly: "There's nothing left" he laughed lightly as if he could read what you were thinking. 

"Can I see?"

He blushed a little at your proposal, but he was quick to please you and take off his shirt. 

You attentively observed his scars, carefully touching them with the tips of your fingers. 

"I love them" 

Curly: "And i love yours," he smiled, seeing how focused you were on his chest. 

He became somewhat curious when you started looking at his face and chest repeatedly; he suspected you were up to something and confirmed it when you bit his chest out of nowhere. 

That was the greatest show of affection you could give him. 

"By the way! You need to work on your friendships. "

You told him when you stopped biting him, he was lying on the couch breathing heavily from how you had attacked him, his entire chest and neck marked with small bites and hickeys.

Curly: "Can we talk about that later?"

He said with a sigh and his cheeks red. 

"Of course" 

You smiled to climb on top of him and kiss his lips. 

You felt his hands resting on your thighs and then slowly sliding down to your butt to squeeze it. 

You let out a small sigh between your lips, causing him to pull away from you. 

Curly: "Are you sure about this?"

"More than sure" 

You confirmed it and let out a squeal when he grabbed you to carry you, getting up from the couch ready to take you to his room. 

When he laid you down on the bed, he immediately began kissing your neck and slipped his hands inside your shirt, trying to unfasten your bra. 

You felt his hands glide over your body to take off your shirt, momentarily parting from your neck to get rid of it and then placing a kiss back on your lips. 

He gave you a smile before turning to your breasts to start kissing them first, then licking them, and finally dedicating all his attention to your nipples, one in his mouth and the other being massaged by his left hand. 

He sucked, pressed with his lips, and moved his tongue in circles over one, while with the other he gently pulled and twisted, making them hard, causing you to arch your back while letting out small moans. 

Curly: "You sound so lovely..." 

"I didn't know you could be so eager..." 

You laughed a little until you saw him run his tongue between your breasts and then down to your stomach, leaving a kiss on it before he started to take off your pants.

"Hey! I'm not a rag doll!" 

You shook your legs to prevent him from completely removing the lower part of your clothes, it didn't bother you at all but you felt a bit lazy letting him do everything. 

You finished taking off your pants by yourself, left only in your underwear, sat on his bed, and smiled. 

"You have more clothes than I do."

Curly: "And if we leave that for another day? It doesn't bother me at all to please you today."

"Pants down"

You said it almost like an order, crossing your arms.

He sighed to start unbuttoning his pants, and as he lowered them, you saw that he was wearing boxers, but what caught your attention the most was the hair peeking out from the lower part of his stomach. 

"...Jungle?"

Curly: "Don't say it like that!"

"I see that the curtains match the rugs. "

Curly: "Don't keep on with that"

You let out a giggle and pushed him, making him fall back onto the bed. You rested your cheek on his thigh, playing with the edge of his boxers between your fingers, then slowly pulling them down to his knees. 

"Oh wow-" 

You just said that and Curly was already covering his face with his arms. 

You had never seen an erect clit in your life, but you didn't mind it at all, not to mention the amount of hair covering that area. 

You couldn't help but lean in and soon take it into your mouth to suck it, surprised when he suddenly lifted his hips and his legs trembled, perhaps you hadn't considered the sensitivity of that part. 

When you tried to pull away, his hands went to your head, pushing you against his pussy. 

Curly: "No, no, no, please don't stop"

And those words were enough for you to continue with the pleasure of that man, too immersed in his moans, not wanting to stop and even exploring a bit more by inserting two of your fingers inside him, giving him goosebumps. 

Curly: "Yesss, keep going like that- a little more- a little more and-!"

You could only drown your moan in his intimacy when his legs pushed you even more against him at the moment he reached his orgasm. 

Little by little, his trembling legs slid down your back, leaving you free, finally lifting your head with your cheeks red and your face all wet.. 

"Bleh"

You stuck out your tongue to get a hair off it, and both of you ended up looking at each other and then laughing for the same reason. 

Curly: "I think I got carried away-"

"Do you think so?" 

You murmured to lean over him and kiss his lips.

Curly: "Eew, you are soaked."

"Now you deal with it" 

They laughed as you planted kisses all over their face. 

Curly: "If you want to soak my face, do it like this"

He took your sides and pulled you up until your stomach was against his face, he started kissing you, tickling you, and making you sit on his chest.

"Hehehe what are you- oh my God-"

You let out a moan when he took your sides and ended up dragging you to his face, moving your panties aside with his teeth and inserting his tongue in an instant. 

You were definitely going to seriously consider moving in with him. 

[kurtismcilroy]

hihihi!! tis me, yo sneaky shark-obsessed partner teehee. i am here to request cg!tom headcanons pretty please ^^ 💛💚

Hehe! Of course!!

Tom Hiddleston as your cg:

Is a great cook and loves to make all of your meals. However, his favourite part is feeding you and seeing the joy in your face at how good it tastes

Often takes nap times with you. He's a busy man but he also enjoys the quality time it brings. Being able to fall asleep with you so peacefully then waking up to see you, thinking you look so adorable <3

Is honestly a MASTER at baby talk. If you make a babble, expect it to be followed by a babble of his own in response. Or, using a higher pitched voice that will either make you laugh or is used to match your voice

Also, has a really calming voice. His expertise at baby talking also gives him a soft voice that helps you during vulnerable moments

He loves cuddling with you! He finds it to be very heart-warming and a great way to show affection to his little baby ^^

He's very good at figuring out what's bothering you. Let's say you whine because you're hungry, he has it figured out instantly and happily works to make sure you're happy again

Wintery mornings can be rather gloomy and drab, but your sleepy face as he wakes you up never fails to make him smile. Plus, the quietness as he feeds you your morning bottle seems to calm him and fill him with pure love for you. It's not uncommon for him to just smile in these moments

Pram rides!! Loves taking you out to show you all sorts of interesting things. His favourites are park rides as he loves to see your excitement at all the different animals

He is a big fan of watching your favourite kiddy shows with you. He likes to see how happy and engaged you become and, being quite honest, he enjoys watching them himself

It's no secret that you're spoiled. While he doesn't see it that way, though, there have been many occasions in which he has spent money on a bunch of little gear. It's a good job that your nursery is an entirely separate room otherwise there's be nowhere to store the stuff he's bought you!

Really soft and takes a gentle parenting approach. There aren't really any rules in place but if you have done something you shouldn't have it's just a quick explanation of what not to do and a kiss to the forehead

Ticklesss! He manages to get you all the time by tickling you, but sometimes you manage to get him back! Eventually though, he always surrenders because he loves his baby too much to do otherwise

Aaahh I hope these are good for you!! It was really nice to do some writing again ^^ <33 Thanks for your request hun!

[blackidyll]

@qserasera i'm sorry for how insanely long it's taken me to properly comment on and express my love for this fanmix, but as promised, writing up some of my thoughts and feelings on your excellent choices. i hope you enjoy this because i love this mix so so so much

first though i have to say i love that this is both based on jingheng's canon relationship, and that it spans their backstory and their relationship progression after the ambrosial arbor crisis. i just love all aspects of their relationship so much and this mix feels so complete with how it explores their rather complicated and long history with each other; seeing that reflected in your song choices has been really fun and also insightful <3

also thanks for introducing me to a new fancy word i had to look up what analemma means

(read more because you know how wordy i am)

死生不怨 is such an amazing start for this mix (as an aside i love how many chinese songs you have in this mix because absolutely yes all the luofu vibes). the melody, the lyrics; this song actually gives me strong -dan feng in the shackling prison- vibes, which actually feels rather appropriate because dan heng's beginning is with dan feng's end. can't quite decide if this song's from df or jy's pov, tbh (that one lines about -who lights a lantern for whom- really catches me all the time when i listen to this song) but either way the wistfulness and regret is strong with this one

the vocalists for Never to Return is so good? that ethereal echo-y quality of the voices. that high note -repent- is soooo chilling. this song is definitely the preceptors attempting to brainwash dan heng when he was still trapped in the shackling prison for me, but also the -never to return-s call to mind his banishment.

the vibes for 阴 is.. wow. i mean other than the super appropriateness of a song called yin. this song really reminds me of the vocals of all the three battle HSR songs when fighting Phantylia. coupled with The Light. Pt. II... just makes me think of jy finally succeeding with commuting dh's sentence into banishment and setting dh free in the same move.

ngl Unstoppable caught me offguard hahahaha i was not expecting techno chinese rap but i kind of love it? because HSR is like space tech scifi fantasy and once we get off the luofu? heck yeah we're getting chinese techno rap. i really like the contrast with 萧綦进城, because of course jy is still back on the luofu.

oh man Lost Times. her voice is just haunting. -you did what everyone told you to do. now what? there's got to be more- and -how long can you go before you make a change-. this song and 云之泣 give me similar jy vibes, but i'm screaming more about 云之泣 because "weeping of the clouds"?????? "within the moonlight, too many worries, and too little dreams"??? yelling screaming throwing up idk how you keep finding songs that are just so spot on.

i've already yelled at you at the 我爱的这个世界 -> The Lion's Heart -> Rough Seas transition, but now i get to yell about it more. you said that you imagined 我爱的这个世界 as dh's transformation back into his imbibitor lunae form which i absolutely agree with, but also this is such a romantic song? definitely encapsulates all my feelings during jy and dh's interactions during 1.2. and then The Lion's Heart? 100% jy during the battle with phantylia. also the music at 1.22 onwards kept tickling my brain and i kept trying to think of what it reminded me of, and i finally got it: the build up is very similar to I Am The Doctor, Eleven's theme from Doctor Who. which yeah, i can absolutely see the parallels between the way jy operates as general and the way the doctor usually handles universe ending crises.

i love Rough Seas so much omg. i could listen this song on repeat for days, on it's own it's such a great song but in a jy/dh context i just really like that this is them finally coming together after all the heart break and nostalgia and wistfulness because on their own they can survive but together they're so much stronger and they'll thrive.

Eye of the Storm, Mahogany and 云之羽 are definitely them working through their history and it's tough and there's so much history to reconcile and there's still the aftermath of the crisis to work through.. but there's an element of hope there. i really like these -in between- songs a lot. but goodness, the amount of pining in 云之羽 though ahhhhhh

we're back with the space jams with 爱情把戏 and Heavy and hehe this makes me think of dh going back to trailblazing again, but then we have jy occasionally visiting him on the express and them just finding themselves on firmer feet around each other. and like they're definitely feeling a connection to each other but like, neither of them are actually going to put it to words so they're just circling each other and everyone else is just watching them and making bets on when one of them is actually gonna say something aloud and eventually someone's going to snap (march probably, where's a closet when you need to shove in a couple who won't admit they're a couple) but in the meantime the UST is strong lmao

i internally screamed with Hopeless Romantic because it's such such such a jy song omggggggg. the quiet pining forever. the first time i was listening through this song i was actually saying my replies outloud to the lyrics like it was jy actually singing it ("i know i fell in love again" me: awww "but maybe it's just a phase" me: NO IT'S NOT "you might be gone someday" me: NO HE WON'T "but here's hoping that you'll stay" me: THEN ASK HIM TO STAY)... ya.. a very jy song...

Altar yooo 👀 the religious imagery. "I'm running up to the altar, drink from the water 'Til you show me some love, I am waiting". there are so many directions this can go

永安 is so beautiful... the lyrics.. but why are you two still pining omg this is a very them song.. the whole -i'm willing to endure/sacrifice/do everything so you're safe/happy/smiling-... it's very jy with his whole "dh is like a fish returned to sea, it's enough for me to watch him from the shore" but i also believe dh 100% feels the same... could you two.. not ahhhhh

i do love that you ended this mix with Moonlight Sunrise because it's such an upbeat song i like to imagine that they FINALLY stop pining like maybe march succeeded in shoving them into a closet and they finally figured out that they do love each other and want to be together and now they can go dating at aurum alley and it's sweet and kind of awkward but they're both incandescently happy about it (also i see what you did with "i'm your moonlight you're my sunrise" because that's themmmmm)

all in all i love this mix so much, you captured so many flavours of their relationship and i am here for every moment of it. thank you so much for this ahhhhhhhh 💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡

analemma; a dan heng x jing yuan fanmix

the stars move, and your eyes follow; distance, separation, reunion, longing

a gift fanmix for @blackidyll

Songs 1-12 approximately follow Honkai Star Rail canon backstory and later events; songs 13-20 are for relationship progression

{{LISTEN ON SPOTIFY}}

Song List below

{01 死生不怨 - 慕寒 | 02 Never to Return (ft Ashley Barrett) - Pyre OST | 03 阴- The Long Ballad OST | 04 The Light, Pt. II - Roc Chen | 05 Unstoppable -十七草 | 06 萧綦进城 - Monarch Industry/Rebel Princess OST | 07 Lost Times (feat Lambert) - Anna Ternheim, Lambert | 08 青玉案 - 云の泣 | 09 我愛的這個世界 - Till the End of the Moon OST | 10 The Lion's Heart - Audiomachine | 11 Rough Seas - Some Velvet Morning, Paul Jones | 12 Eye of the Storm - Ivy and Gold | 13 Mahogany - aeseaes | 14 云之羽 -Jason Zhang | 15 爱情把戏(BE MY LOVER) - Lambert凌 , 阿达娃 | 16 Heavy - Powers | 17 Hopeless Romantic - Pluto Koi | 18 Altar (Radio Edit) - machineheart | 19 永安 - Yong'An Dream OST | 20 Moonlight Sunrise - TWICE }

[nathanrm]

Alice returns to Wonderland

This idea has always been in my head ever since I started getting into the twst fandom and I just wanna talk about it, what if Alice returns to (twst) wonderland after being gone for many years?

For a bit of context though this Alice will be my own version, a mix of all types of Alice in wonderland content that I’ve seen over the years, my version will be male because 1.my blog is for male and enby readers 2. NRC is an all boys school 3. There are already a lot of female twst reader content to the point when I look up “twst x male reader” there still a shit ton of female reader content

(and yes I will keep Alices name the same despite making him a boy, I just prefer it that way, let’s just say Alice’s mom desperately wanted a girl but Alice was born a boy, so Alice’s dad let his wife let her name the baby boy Alice)

The basics of my idea for this fanfic is that Alice grew up in wonderland being able to visit it when ever he wants with the help of the white rabbit , he’s been visiting since he was young (maybe 3-4 years old) he grew up with the weirdness of wonderland and see the beloved characters as family, King and Queen of hearts are parental figures, mad hatter, the March hare and the teapot mouse as uncles and aunt, and the jabberwock as a giant house pet , and with the rest of the great seven as his other parental figures as well (yes I’m very well aware of great 7 yuu and great 7 yuu is one of my inspirations for this fanfic idea) Alice often stays in wonderland longer than he should but it doesn’t matter since time works differently in wonderland than Alice’s words, Alice can stay in wonderland for week, months or even years but in Alice’s world he’s only been gone for a couple of hours or a day (since we see in the live action, in wonderland Alice has been there for days but when she returns it’s only been a few minutes).

And Alice was somewhat involved with the making of NRC , yes i know this sounds far fetched but I saw a theory about NRC being the evil queens old castle, they even compared pictures of both NRC and pictures from the Snow White movie as proof, since that place is really really old it obviously had a lot of changes to it, and in my fanfic ramshackle was a dorm specifically for students that are from Alice’s world, normal magic less students who are more interested in things that are considered abnormal in their world, like Alice’s natural curiosity for things that aren’t the norm in the Victorian era, here’s a bit of the fanfic for context

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“My dear do you like the idea of going to this school once it is finished?” The queen of hearts asked Alice as the boy was sitting next to her looking at a book with only pictures in it and little to no words.

-Alice looked up at his mother practically beaming with excitement ”of course mother! Night Raven College sounds like it would a wonderful school! I can’t wait for it to be finished! Meet all kinds of people from other lands, and learning new things from them just makes me excited!” The boy yelled with joy and excitement.

-The Queen couldn’t help but coo at how adorable her son was, his natural curiosity always getting the best of him “well there will be another dorm added for special students” the Queen said to grab her son’s attention

-The Queen had Alice’s full attention now, placing himself on her lap so he can listen to her with wide eyes filled with curiosity and smile on his face “this dorm will be for students like you my dear” she stated then bopping Alice’s nose making him giggle “this dorm will be for students from your worlds” she continued “students who don’t fit in with the norms of their society or government or whatever it is they have there. Magic-less students who have unique qualities of their own to make up for their lack of magic, like how your such a curious little boy, smart and a fast learner!”

-The Queen cheered and tickled Alice making the boy laugh and trying to keep his mother hands from tickling him more, the pair laughed and hugged each other in a loving embrace

-Once they’ve stopped the boy got off his mother’s lap and looked up at her to ask if he could go tell his father, the King of hearts about it, she gave a nod of approval then the boy ran off into the garden to find his father to tell him about the news

And this is the last time Alice sees his wonderland family after going back to his normal family which he regrets a lot because the white rabbit never came back to bring him back to wonderland and he’s been waiting ever since.

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I’m still very nervous to post the stuff I write and draw on here, and I’m still nervous about my writing since I’ve mainly only written stuff for myself for a long time but I wanna share the stuff I write and draw, I’m still new to writing for other people so for those who are way better writers then me feel free to point out any mistakes I make, I wanna learn so I can be a better writer

All of my writing will be male and enby readers so please don’t ever ask for a female reader I’m begging you please just don’t, I will never do female readers, I posted my rules about request before but deleted it because I haven’t posted any of my writing about twst, I will remake it once I’ve posted more of my stuff

I’ve rambled about my version of Alice for twst on @Twisted-wonderland-but-gayer blogs and a lot of their writing inspired me to make my own about twst

Here is some art work of my version of Alice for twst

[loooreleii]

So after episode 11 … do you think you could write anything not angsty please

I got you ✊ Mindless, tooth rotting fluff to make us all forget about the pain! This is Pat and Pran slow dancing in their new apartment. I hope you like it 💛💛💛

(Also, this is slightly AU. I decided Pat and Pran didn't break up, but decided to stay together after their beach trip.)

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"Dance with me, babe"

"Shit," Pran swears, and he angrily looks down at the half-assembled coffee table in front of him as if it personally offended him. Something doesn't fit, and Pran is pretty sure he followed the instructions in the manual perfectly, so it's absolutely the furniture's fault, and not his. There's definitely a screw missing, and the pre-drilled hole is off-center. So much for quickly putting the table up so they can host a small housewarming party for their friends later. 

Pran doesn't know why he has to be the one to assemble the furniture for their new flat when his engineering boyfriend, who knows much better how to use tools, is right there, but Pat is too busy unpacking boxes in the kitchen and happily putting away mugs to notice Pran's struggle. 

Pran sighs, puts the screwdriver down, and lets himself fall back into the cushions of their new couch, just watching Pat for a moment. 

He notices that Pat's hair is getting long, tickling the back of his neck and falling into his eyes, making Pat run his fingers through it again and again to push it back. He's wearing one of his annoyingly small tanktops, leaving his broad shoulders and toned arms exposed, and Pran can't help but admire the way his muscles bulge beneath his skin when he moves. He's dancing as he works, and singing along to a terrible American pop song that's playing on the radio. Pat has many great qualities, but singing is not one of them. In fact, it's awfully out of tune, off rhythm, and his English isn't good enough, so he mumbles along every few words when he doesn't know the lyrics. Still, Pran smiles at his exuberant goofiness. For the whole week before the move, Pat had been giddy and excited. And for once, he was the one planning everything meticulously, packing boxes and labeling them almost lovingly, and getting excited whenever they'd decide what to throw out and what to keep as theirs. 

"I can't wait to have our own life together," he said while cuddling close to Pran on the couch one night, hugging him too tightly and rubbing his face against Pran's chest as Pran combed his fingers through his hair.

Pran is excited, too. Of course he is. But to him, it's just a new place. To him, they had a life together long before today, and it doesn't matter to him that his plates are now their plates, and Pat's comforter is now their comforter, or that their names are next to each other on the doorbell. To him, their life together started when they chose each other, to hold onto each other, to never let go. He can't pinpoint the day, if it was their first kiss, the day Pat confessed his feelings to an auditorium full of people, or the one at the beach where they decided to not give up and weather the storm together. Or maybe it was long before that, because in some ways, their lives have always been so entwined, it's difficult to tell where to separate them neatly without taking away a vital part. 

Still, seeing Pat's happiness, the excitement radiating from him, was contagious, and Pran fell equally in love with the idea of having their own little place, just for the two of them. The flat isn't big, just two rooms and barely more space than their dorms. But it's their own, and it has a lovely little balcony and a bathtub, and when the light filters through the windows, it looks like a place where they can love each other in peace. It's all they really need after years of hiding, years of fighting for this, for them, against their friends and their families, and sometimes their own fears. Pran doesn't know how he deserves someone like Pat, who stood by his side so fiercely through it all, even when Pran doubted they could make it. But somehow they did. They graduated, they'll both start working in a few days, they're still with the same group of close-knit friends, and they're even talking to their parents again. 

It's still awkward, uncomfortable, every interaction tinted by a year of radio silence and countless arguments following it. But they're coming around now, slowly and begrudgingly, and Pat and Pran know they're at least trying. They're not at the stage where Pran can invite Pat over for dinner yet, but his dad greets Pat now when he sees him around town and burrowed him some tools a few weeks ago when Pat had to fix their fence. After more than three years together, it's not much, but definitely more than either of them expected. But they both stopped making their happiness dependent on their parents' approval a long time ago. Maybe they had to grow up a little too fast because of it; maybe it wasn't always easy, and there are moments where Pran still wishes he could hug his mum and have her pet his hair gently like she used to do. It's better than living without each other, though.

Pat crumbles up the last piece of wrapping paper and looks at his work, then over his shoulder at Pran. He grins, wiggles his brows, then walks over to the stereo and cranks up the volume, blasting another cheesy pop tune. He shimmies over to where Pran is sitting, lips pursed and his head bobbing up and down, still singing and his eyes shining, doing an elaborate but completely arrhythmical choreography with his arms. He's also a terrible dancer. Pran finds it endlessly endearing. 

When he finally stands before Pran, he bends down to peck his lips, mouthing the lyrics against Pran's smile until he can't keep the giggles in anymore. Pat is ridiculous, and Pran thinks he might burst from happiness. So he leans forward, pulls Pat in by his tank top, and kisses him again, softer this time, drawn out and languid. His hands find their way around Pat's neck, holding him close and not letting go before he gets his fill. He knows the satisfaction won't last long, and that he'll crave this closeness again soon. But unfortunately, Pran has obligations that unfairly prevent him from spending all his days in Pat's arms, kissing him, holding him, and making love. And right now, it's a coffee table with a missing screw demanding his attention. 

So he sighs against Pat's lips as they separate, ready to get back to work, but Pat chases him, peppering kisses over his cheeks and brow, the tip of his nose, and his eyelids, still humming along to the song. Pran pulls back, pretends to half-heartedly swat him away, but he knows Pat can see right through him, that he knows every miniscule twitch of Pran's expression from years of studying him. Pran gives in as soon as Pat cups his face in his hands, holding him with aching tenderness and nuzzling their noses together. 

The song changes again, this time to something slower and softer, the words of a lover serenading his love filling the room, a gentle voice and the quiet strum of a guitar.

Pat takes a step back then, holding his hand out as an offering, asking Pran to take it in his. "Dance with me, babe," he says, his voice soft and his eyes hopeful.

"No," Pran says, shaking his head and raising his brows, but his defense is thin at best, and he's already laughing at Pat's exaggerated pout and the way he wiggles his hips. 

"Please?" Pat whines, looking up at Pran from under his lashes, and Pran still doesn't understand how a guy of Pat's size can look so utterly adorable.

"I have a table to build, and…." but Pran doesn't have a good excuse, because the table doesn't matter, but Pat does. He's the only thing that matters. Still, Pran rolls his eyes. "You're ridiculous," he says, but his face is hopelessly fond at the same time.

"You’re the one who chose me," Pat points out smugly, and Pran can't deny that it's true. He chose Pat, and Pat chose him, and it’s still the best decision Pran ever made. And he can't really deny him anything. So he takes Pat's hand, allows himself to be dragged up and against Pat's chest, and lays his free arm over Pat's shoulders.

Pat wraps his own around Pran's waist, pulling him in, putting their clasped hands against his chest and pressing his face into Pran’s neck to smell him. Pran feels Pat's lips against his skin, feels the smile tugging at Pat’s mouth and how he nuzzles against him, and he shivers when Pat's breath tickles against his collarbone, before they start moving.

They're simply swaying with each other, cheek to cheek, moving in slow, mindless circles to the music that's floating through their tiny living room. Pran lets his nose run along Pat's cheek, kisses the hinge of his jaw, whispers "I love you," into his ear, and Pat’s hold around Pran's waist tightens in response. 

Pran still knows no place as safe and comforting as the circle of Pat's arms, and he melts into him now, grips his shoulders tighter, and buries his face deeper into his neck, feeling sheltered and protected in the way only Pat can provide. All his life, Pran felt like a little boat lost on the high seas, unequipped for its vastness, and too small to withstand the crashing waves and raging storms, the world seemingly too chaotic for his anxious mind. So he plans, sorts, and organizes; anything to combat the constant feeling of being pulled under by a force of nature far greater than himself. But Pat is his anchor, tethering him to the ground, breaking the waves for him, and keeping him afloat even in the worst of tempests. 

Sometimes, when his anxiety threatens to consume him, Pran wonders if he gives Pat enough in return, if he deserves all of it, if he deserves him. But then, he remembers that this, their love, is not a competition. They tease and challenge each other, still engage in little contests, simply because it’s what they’ve always done, and they wouldn’t be Pat and Pran if they didn’t. But Pran has learned over the years that Pat's love for him has no exchange rate, that he gives it freely and endlessly, and that with him, for once, Pran can just be. And Pran is endlessly grateful for it.

He draws back a little to look at Pat, at the man he loves, his handsome face and sparkling eyes, crinkled at the corners from his wide, happy grin and the laugh lines that are starting to burrow into his skin permanently. Somehow, they make him even more beautiful. Pran lifts their entwined hands up, presses his lips to Pat's knuckles, and watches as his smile softens and his eyes fill with that gentle expression that is reserved only for Pran: an open, unguarded adoration that still takes Pran's breath away. 

"What are you thinking of," Pat asks quietly, his thumb stroking over the small of Pran's back.

"You're getting old," Pran teases as he lets his fingertips run over the crunched up skin. Pat's nose scrunches up in offense, and then his brows rise high, the glimmer in his eye changing to something more mischievous.

"Can an old man do this?" He asks, and dips Pran over until all that's keeping him from falling to the ground are Pat's arms around his waist, holding him securely. Pran squeaks, grabs Pat's hand tighter, and Pat uses the leverage to pull him back up again, back into his embrace, before twirling him around by his outstretched arm.

Pat spins Pran around, again and again, until he's dizzy from it and tumbles right back into Pat's arms, happy and drunk on all the love that's bubbling up inside of him. Pran throws his head back and laughs, stretching his arm out to twirl Pat in return, delighting at the sight of him, the childlike glee on his face, this simple moment of happiness and freedom they took out of their day just to be with each other for a few minutes.

Eventually, as the song slowly peters out, they find each other again, Pran's arms wrapped securely around Pat's neck, and their foreheads resting against each other, both of them with their eyes closed, just feeling each other, basking in their shared warmth and comfort.

Until a loud crashing sound and a colourful string of swears break their moment of quiet intimacy.

Pran turns around in Pat's arms, but he's not ready to leave them yet. He presses his back against Pat's chest, wanting to feel this warmth for a little bit longer, and holds onto Pat's arms that are still securely wrapped around his waist, as they watch Korn and Wai struggle to get their dresser through the apartment door.

"Korn! Damnit, don't put it down yet. I'm still on the stairs!" Wai yells, his face red with anger.

"Fuck off, it slipped out of my hands," Korn grumbles, furrowing his brows and pulling a face over Wai's tone. "Can you lift it up again?"

Wai's face reddens impossibly more as he spits out: "Do it yourself, asshole." 

"I fucking hate you," Korn groans, but he lifts the drawer up again to relieve Wai of some of the weight. 

"Love you, too, babe," comes Wai's sarcastic reply, and not for the first time, Pran wonders how they can stand to be with each other. But he knows that their love simply has a different shape than his and Pat's. 

"I still can't believe they got engaged before us," Pat whispers into Pran's ear and chuckles. "They'll beat us in achieving all the milestones."

"All you have to do is ask," Pran says, and finally pushes himself out of Pat's embrace to help Korn and Wai with the dresser, leaving Pat stunned and speechless in the middle of their living room.

[skzxlevanter]

their favorite halloween activities with you

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stray kids drabble

gender neutral reader x stray kids

genre : fluff <;33

warnings : mentions of food, mentions of fake blood

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bang chan:

he would surprise you by coming home early with a big bag in his hand

when you look at him, totally confused, he just chuckles before unpacking masses of halloween decorations

your eyes grew big, finding all kinds of weird and spooky stuff in the pile of garlands, plastic bugs,spider webs and fake bones- wondering where he got all this stuff from

but before you could question anything, he already pulled you up from the couch, dragging you with him to hang up some ghost-garlands and spider webs in the room

there are lots of laughters while decorating, the both of you joking around with the fake bones and eyeballs

but also a lot of soft moments when he picks you up so that you can hang up the garland more high, tickling you once it’s steady and then ending up in a big hug

lee know:

be ready because this boy had a whole freaking feast planned:

many hours in the kitchen because you will make everything you can think of that includes pumpkins

from basic pumpkin soup to pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie and even a pumpkin quiche

but there’s nothing better than spending time with your boyfriend with super yummy food as an outcome- so no complaining

just imagine all the times he will come up behind you and wrap his arms around you to guide your hands, helping you

or just to give you a hug, laying his chin on your shoulder while telling you that you’re doing a great job

you’ll probably have enough food for the next few weeks at the end, so why not invite some friends over?

sharing food is always more fun and definitely needed by those amounts of food

seo changbin:

opening the door and giving out candy to kids just like that is WAY too boring…

so why not ✨spice✨ it up?

be prepared for lots of decoration, a really creepy outfit and lots and lots of giggles

cause no one is safe at your door

he’ll hide in the bush or somewhere where no one would expect him, just to jump out at the perfect time to scare the shit out of the people that are coming by

cause that’s the whole reason behind halloween right??

well at least he thinks so

he breaks out into laughter every time he successfully scared someone

but also gives out lots of candy afterwards to make up for it

and trust me this man will come up with the most sneaky and random ways of scaring people that it’ll never get boring

and of course it’s more than fun for you to participate, because scaring people together never gets boring

that’s what i call quality time fidhhdhfhf

hwang hyunjin:

craving pumpkins together!!

he especially got more pumpkins to try out a series of different designs, coming up with the most craziest ideas

and with his talent, he makes these almost impossible designs into reality

also challenges you to make a craving-contest with i’m but probably would end up helping you because you’re so cute when your struggling

would also make you laugh with some silly designs, that are still kind of scary

but the cherry in top definitely is the jyp-in-see-trough-pants-pumpkin that had you crying tears

like first of all ????

but i mean definitely scary to look at so i guess he understood the assignment?

will be the most iconic pumpkin ever, will never be forgotten, even over the next years, nothing will ever top the jyp pumpkin

amazing showstopping, incredible, never been done before

han jisung:

this boy will be so excited

like he would be talking about halloween endlessly even it’s still two months away

and when the time has come

he’ll be jumping up and down, lots of excited, smol little dances

and even tho he couldn’t wait for halloween to come, babbling continuously about it,he somehow kept the matching costumes in secret from you

so he’ll surprise you with them, being totally excited for you to put it on

and you would look so cute together like!!!

he would definitely coo at you and tell you that you look wonderful all night

and of course you have to go trick or treating with him

because what else are the costumes for??

and nobody is too old for trick or treating so there’s no arguing 🙄🙄

also be ready for many many screams, because we all know that he get’s scared so quickly

you’d then come home with bags full of candy, comparing and trading treats and making fun of each other for being scared earlier

lee felix:

doing each others make up

at first you discuss your ideas together, planning on something scary

then the BIG shopping tour comes

all for makeup,fake latex, fake blood, fangs…EVERYTHING

and although you briefly shared your ideas, felix doesn’t know what exactly you have planned for him

and neither do you

when you’re doing each other’s makeup there are lots of giggles

and also a lot of blushing

cause when felix puts on his super concentrated look only a few centimeters away from your face you can’t help but feel flattered

he will then also blush when he catches you staring at his lips and gets as flattered as you

this will also be resulting in giggles

and we will lose his mind when you straddle his lap to do his makeup properly

oh god i have this scenario in my head where he can’t hell but kiss you, ending up in a make out and then you being whiny that he ruined his makeup ughhh

the two of you joking around together while doing the makeup look will also result in having fake blood everywhere

but the makeup will look more then great so who cares??

kim seungmin:

gather your blankets and pillows

cause it will be a long night…due to the long ass movie marathon you’re going to make

he will prepare lots of snacks and drinks, not forgetting anything

and when all the pillows are gathered to build a huge pillow castle you’ll finally cuddle together on the couch

let the movie night begin!!

from scream to halloween or even edward scissorhands, you’re going to watch absolutely EVERYTHING

he will have you in his lap, holding your hands and chuckling lightly every time you jump at something scary

and at the end of every movie you’ll rate it, comparing it to the other movies or arguing about how realistic it was

and dramatically arguing over one film, you start a pillow fight because no?? this film was not that great??

but seungmin keeps saying it was better than your favorite halloween movie with a mischievous smile on his face

so he was basically was asking for a pillow fight🙄🙄

once again lots and lots of giggles, laughters and cuddles <33

yang jeongin:

at first you’ll go trick or treating together

making a competition about who can get the most candies

and once your home it’ll get counted to decide the ultimate halloween master

and the loser has to do the dishes for a week

but besides loser and winner, the candy will get ranked

you’ll try different sweets together, rating them and finding your favorites

but also the look will get rated

is the packaging scary? boring? average?

and then the ultimate halloween candy will be decided

there also will be lots of trading and fighting for your favorite candies

the both of you will probably end up in having stomach pain due to eating wayyy to much candy

prepare for a scolding from chan fjdhdh

but the both of you had a great time so the stomach pain comes unimportant 🙄🙄

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masterlist

happy halloween!!

i hope you enjoyed this little drabble:D

and if you celebrate halloween, have lots of fun and laughters!!

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[marvelousescapism]

I've been on a Stucky fic binge recently where I just go endlessly through the tag in hopes of finding something good and one uncomfortable trend I noticed specifically in like, post CATWS Bucky-centric recovery fics is how many of them make Steve be like, oblivious and stupid and pushy towards bucky? where he like, ignores boundaries and just projects the old bucky onto the new and that's just? Not only ooc but also kind of insulting if I'm being honest

(same anon from the Stucky fic binge ask) It's either that mischaracterization or people making Steve this all forgiving saint even in situations where Bucky is just very clearly a dick regardless of whether he's also hurting or not and like. Man i don't know I feel like people like to make Steve play second fiddle in his relationship a lot and don't like to focus on how he's also hurting a lot and allowed to express that hurt without being called dumb or dramatic

hi nonny, I'm sorry you're struggling to find decent stucky fics :( honestly I can empathize, Steve's emotions often get overlooked in a lot of Bucky-in-recovery Stucky fics and it can be pretty exhausting. we could all do with more fics that focus on Bucky taking care of Steve on his bad days. lemme try and find u some good Stucky fics that focus on Steve either more or just as much as Bucky...

three white horses by magdaliny comes to mind instantly because oh boy this fic is a masterpiece - it's a post-tws au that focuses heavily on Steve's trauma. if you're someone who struggles with suicidal feelings I'd tread very carefully with this fic but it does have a happy ending. also there's an excellent podfic by quietnight!

R&R by sablier_bloque is a two-parter, the first one set pre-infinity war and the second set post-endgame as a fix-it. it's so wonderful and domestic; the second part (In Repair) I especially recommend for quality Steve recovery content

Let These Memories Take Me Home by mmwhatchasayy is set pre-tws and deals with Steve's trauma. fair warning; it's pretty depressing (so avoid if that's not your thing and enjoy if that is your thing!)

Breathe Underwater by StilesBastille24 is a gorgeous post-tws fic that focuses a lot on Steve's trauma and struggling with Bucky avoiding him, highly recommend this one. happy ending!

Ipoiledi on tumblr (and on AO3) wrote a(n explicit) fic that's about Bucky being a jealous asshole and Steve absolutely not being an all-forgiving saint/pushover about it, which might tickle your fancy? (it's an Angry Sex fic so might not be everyone - happy ending though, of course)

Far Strayed by eyres is a post-cacw au and it's BEAUTIFUL and it does a great job at focusing on the two of them equally and I'm reccing it here because the author really just gets Steve If-I-See-A-Situation-Pointed-South-I-Can't-Ignore-It Rogers. as far as I'm concerned this is exactly what happened after civil war.

hopefully these will get you started, nonny! also maybe also try browsing through Steve's PTSD tag over on the Stucky Library and see what you find? if anyone else has any Stucky fics that focus mainly on Steve it'd be awesome if you rb'd or commented with recs!!

[semischarmed]

Mine

Many coaches have come and taught the many iterations of our university team. Over the years, these coaches, like players, come and go. Good ones are hard to come by. Great ones are once in a lifetime. That was our Coach James.

He had a fatherly quality to him. There was a warmth in his training, a brightness when he would teach us. When we succeeded, he helped bring us up further and when we failed he softened the blow with his wisdom. Coach was great like that. Strictly professional, of course, but with a layer of genuine friendliness and a desire to watch us all succeed. He really was the perfect coach and we were blessed to have him. Still, in my lust, in my pure selfishness, I knew I had to have him- all of him to me and me alone. One long summer day, I ask for some one-on-one training. Never one to turn down a teaching opportunity, he complies. Like I said, he was a great coach.

I decide this would be the day. I run, but not too well. I throw, but haphazardly. That’s all it took for him to lean in. That’s all it took to get him close. Of course, he came with pure intentions- I did not. 

When he is right above me, when I feel the vibration in the air from his chest, when I feel his raw power and vitality. That is when I strike. I fuck up my throwing position a little more, and he guides it proper. Fuck yeah. Jesus, I could stay like this forever. I feel the resonance of his deep voice within my very soul. Beckoning to me. “Become me. You want this. You deserve this,” it taunts. He was still coaching me, sure, but my mind is preoccupied with dark intent. 

These gentle breaths as he speaks- these steady hands guiding mine to a better position. These would be my truths now. A most intimate of trainings. Coach James would be training me-sure- he would be training me to use that bod. I stare at him with longing. He would never look at me that way. God, I wanted him so bad. We glisten with the sweat of the midday sun. I could melt just like this. And in fact, I do.

In that grasp, in that teaching moment, I decide to teach coach a couple tricks myself. I look up at his face. Earnest. Strong. Patient. I watch his lips- they’re still moving- he’s still guiding me. Good. He hasn’t noticed my body begin liquifying. He continues on, unfazed. Unconcerned. He always did have that humble strength about him. 

I am drawn to those plump lips, to his perfect smile and the void behind them, to the force of his breath over me, and to the very vibration that created them. I am drawn to that body which I would make mine. I wrap his thick arms around me. Those goddamn arms. They pulse and tense in surprise. He finally catches on. “- Hey. What are you doing? What.. What is this?” I pay no mind. A breeze picks up and his scent fills me. I wrap myself in it. Old spice deodorant layered over the pungent, musk of a man. My man. My scent, soon enough. The air was ripe in pheromones. Testosterone. James. I inhale deeply, trying to catch as much of him as I could. His skin is nice, too. It’s a bit damp, a bit hot from the heat, but nice. I feel them stretch taught, struggling to contain the mass of muscle beneath. I draw his shocked embrace even closer, uncomfortably close. I feel him between concern over my melting form and a need to push me away. Works for me. I continue to liquify further. Faster. You will be mine, Coach.

The world stops for a moment- at least for me. Maybe adrenaline, maybe my imagination. I commit this scene to memory, the scene where I become something greater. The scene where the real Coach James is born.

I shoot up his nose and flood his mouth. His body is forced to gorge itself with my mass. With every breath he attempts to draw, he pulls the liquid me instead. He retches, attempting to vomit me out, but I just draw myself further in. Flooding and flooding, I saturate coach with myself. When all but the last of me is a dribbling of slime upon his cheek, I disperse inside him. I drill into his every crevice, swim through his bloodstream, bond with his ever piece. I settle deeper and deeper inside my coach. Until his body no longer recognizes my presence as foreign. Until I am coach. I incubate into him, my pieces dormant. 

Coach James awakes in the grass to the odd sight of a star-filled sky and a cold night breeze. “What the fuck...” he ponders, rubbing his head in confusion. He aches all over, yet he isn’t hungry. He digs into his memory, attempting to piece together the past few hours. I just spent them digesting this afternoon so he would have no success. 

Unclear on the past events, yet unfazed, he walks back to his car and heads home.

———

That first night was magical-for me. As for coach, I’m not quite sure. I am ever present in his dreams. Pleasure, I think, is how I’d describe what being inside James was like. In his dreams, in his deepest thoughts, I lay there to witness them. These were thoughts, these were ideas, these were emotions that only I would be sole witness to, along coach. Ecstasy. This was a piece of him we would share alone. I was like a part of him, and only I would know him fully to this extent. 

In the next few days after the events of that afternoon, Coach appeared a little more vain, a little more irritable. To my teammates he just seemed off. They catch glimpses of him checking himself out. They hear the barely audible moans from his office as he delicately feels his every part. 

“What the fuck was up with coach” They say. Little did they know the real question to ask was ‘what was up’ IN their coach. Little did they know it was the influence of their missing teammate, ingraining himself deeper and deeper into his beloved James.

Despite the changes, my coach resists me. The further I try to bond, the more his body rejects me. It is a 3 day affair. A push and pull. With every push, I gain momentary connection to that bod, only to have that fulfillment ripped from my now non-existent hands. He was a coach, after all. I should have known it would be a battle of wills. Still, there was someone I had that coach didn’t have-yet. My mind. I had a cleverness match-made for that hot bod. A cleverness he deserved. A cleverness that I would utilize to the fullest to make that match a reality. Coach was a happy, content man. I was not. He needed my ambition, my cleverness, my lust. That body deserved better.

I let up the assault on his mind. He feels himself winning, backing my parts into a corner. It’s here where I apologize profusely inside him. He accepts because, James was the kind of guy to pick someone up when they’re down. He accepts my apology foolishly as we decide upon the best way I may leave him. A chance. We decide to do so in the privacy of his home- for my sake, of course. Little did he know, I felt his resistance weakest there. He readies himself for my exit, relaxing so I may flow out of him. I ready myself for one final push. It was in that moment that I surround coach with my psyche, encapsulate his very soul.

 Coach James wakes up making an odd face his body has never made. It was a lustful, sinful grin. It was my grin. I start chuckling. My voice is deep, booming. We moan together as my dormant parts stir. We moan as it starts convulsing. The shaking was harsh. I puppet this body still and eager to accept more of me. It takes some resistance but it finally yields. Nothing good comes easy, after all. I stick my parts take their rightful places. Those bulging, slick arms? Mine. Powerful, vascular legs? Also mine. That thick, veiny cock? Fucking. Mine. I feel them inside me- I alight as his energy becomes mine. We tickle. We feel great. At long last, this body was mine. 

No. Further. I want everything he ever is, ever was. James was gonna give me that. I wanted permanence. No one would ever tear us apart. I decide on his soul. I decide on becoming that as well. I string his soul up, prisoner in its own body, unable to do much of anything until transformed by the poison of my very being. In the meantime, I pleasure my new self to grant him a taste of what we could have, what we could be, once he yielded. I use those thick python arms as my own. I gingerly trace my a newly muscular inner thigh. I shiver in delight. Fuck. We were sensitive. Who knew?

I stare at myself in the mirror. Oh god, oh god this was real, he was truly mine. “Here’s how to use this bod correctly” I mock in that gentle, instructive tone he had. I rush up to the mirror and start making out with myself. It’s cold. It warms up as I continue to lap at it with my tongue, as I continue to smear with these new plump lips of mine. “Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff, coach” I moan as him. The room is humid, dripping with pheromone, hot from the heat I am emanating in wearing my beloved coach. I touch my new dick for the first time, feeling his soul rile up. I feel his teaching sensibilities corrupt with my desire. As any good coach knows, never let them have a chance to fight back. Before he has a chance to react to my newfound control or my actions, I pump quickly, determinedly. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck. Yeah. Coach’s body was fucking hot. This was a fucking dream- Oh My god. “Oh. Oh. oh” Our moans ring like music to my new ears. And in that final resonance, I release with only one thought: “I’m Coach James”. His hand shakes in resistance. This was it. I force the hand still. Command it. It was my hand after-all. I scoop our cum in my hand. I give my hot new reflection a playful wink. “Bottoms up” I say to us both. Sweet Nectar. My Nectar. With every taste and of his own milk, he perverts own senses, dilutes his very self. He has obviously never tasted himself to this capacity- because I finally feel his soul reflexively bond to mine. He tries to pull back. Like I’d let him. I greedily keep us tethered together. Then, he relents. There’s my James. 

When he finally yields I feel his memories, his feelings, hopes open up. I take them all. Distort them. I take all of him into me, meld them with myself until we were but one soul. They were me, now. My memories, sure. My senses. My feelings- fuck yeah, but inundated, saturated with my lust. Hopes- not a fucking chance. My hopes and dreams for this body are far greater. Coach James was greater that that. I was greater than that. I am the James the world deserves. 

I am left panting by the end of it. Ecstasy reverberates. It’s all me in here, baby. My coach- I was reborn. Tears stream down my cheeks. “Call me James” I say with newfound truth and intent. That name came naturally to me. I was fully him, after all.

———

‘New James’ is fucking kinky. Dirty. Narcissistic. As much as I love bossing around the kids, I love playing with myself even more. I got some great parts. Look at this fucking bicep. Teaching? Fuck that. Fuck the team. New James is ripe with ambition and power. “James Harrison got better fucking things to do that teach some stupid fucking kids,” I spit in the mirror as caress myself. Yeah. This bod’s a fucking power trip. So much more New James can do with his time. 

“New” might be a bit of a misnomer. I am James, in body mind and soul. I am James, in past-present and future. All he ever was? All he ever will be? Me. I am James, forever. And I aint no fucking coach.

-End-

Just a quick one.

[bloodredx]

Day 18: Obstacle

Stone, sturdy and reliable. Yes, Earth is known for these qualities. The hardheadedness of one so determined and massive. Immovable, continental in scale, but also the individual grains of sand. The small mills in depths of soil. All will always be returned to the soil, the Earth is the last one to take the physical remains. But he won’t waste it, no. Many believe Earth to be the kindest, the most supportive. How trite, to ascribe such simplicities to that which merely provides a place for feet to stand, to propagate itself. As if the rest of the Children were incapable of kindness. As if Earth was incapable of cruelty. Landslides, quakes. The world is nothing more than clay to a potter, a moldable mass in the hands of one who feels the pain of excavation within the breadth of their great shoulders.

Earth has never asked for pity, no, content to continue as it always has. Proud. Formidable. But quiet, though not Silent. Earth has enjoyed much serenity in the fact that near all is restricted to his surface. Water must pool, Fire needs a base, though Wind in direct opposition seems to skirt around her brother. Though the two are rarely separated. Even still, the inversion must come to even the most sessile of the Children, and how odd and quaint that Plant be her name. Yes, truly enigmatic that the so called gentle one reveal herself to be the most cynical and cruel of all. The words of forests, plains, grasslands, even the tundra all hold their own private wars. How violent, patient. Plant tells her legions to grow, propagate, encompass. There is little she does not see or know. Quite like her parent!

Without a single doubt, Earth is looking to challenge and be challenged. There is no might that does not on one level or another pique his interest. Any block or obstacle is a motivation to be taken in stride. And how Earth rewards those who take up the trial. The farmer yields much fruit for tending to the soil, the sculptor a masterpiece for struggling against stone. Unsung against the Song who relies on the percussion he beats. Never forget the soil beneath thine feet. For without the brace of solid ground, one is left to face the odds alone. How terrifying.

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Her lofty branches drifted slowly through the tickling stream of wind, scattering weaker leaves to flutter in the swirls of the unseen currents. Yes, of course, a time of loss to befall us all. The Hamadryad stretched her spirit down into her roots, reaching deep into the layers of ground water that fed into her. Moss did its best to murmur, even mumble to her. Mother, a title that held the same as Thief or Queen to her. All that mattered was the constant direction Nor’mans gave her millennia ago. And so far, the bargain had been upheld.

The ground at her roots trembled, some message to be delivered soon, but the exact wording wouldn’t be known until much later. Her master made quite certain the enigmatic nature of the gods was beyond her. Even then, some recent visitors gave her questions. A raven landed gently in a low limb of hers, toes not quite giving the same needle piercing grip the species typically gave her. Forcing power, both fluid and magic, along her xylem, the branch swiftly turned into an arm, a hand now holding the bird aloft. Her fingers twitched slightly, the magic, exhausting, pushed her head and torso out of the bark, to face the creature. A voice low, harsh, reedy in timbre began as she hummed her greeting. “Ah, word of the Reaper, so long since taken hold.” The bird only tilted its head in response. “Have you come for me at last? Or is this a mere intrusion? Holding one of my own? Just watching? Wretched thing.” The raven, for its worth, merely bowed, preening its feathers delicately in her hand.

“Mother?” A soft voice, concerned broke her thoughts. “Have you awoken?”

The Hamadryad washed herself with grace, pushing out any rage the intrusion burrowed deep into her heartwood. “You know I do not sleep, dear. Juniper, soft willed and young still. Why visit me? You know your place is to watch the west, stand blazing with the sun aloft. Should Nor’mans need us…”

The words were heavy so she stopped, opting to observe the young dryad through her fan shaped leaves. “Of course, of course. Please grant forgiveness, but…”

Juniper’s own leaves bristled, and not just from wind as her hand reached forward. A single, orange tatter of fabric was folded over her outstretched fingers. A torn pennant, a war pike. All these things were revealed at once. Her dear dryad’s mouth was shaking, the news too grave to deliver at all. “Too close. Can’t be coincidence. Should the forest be broken-“

“If it is a game they are wanting to play, fire stands only to fuel us in the long run. Weep not child. We have time and patience on our hands.” The ground shook below her body’s root, and out from the mud burrowed out a massive turtle, face and shell caked with the layers of sediment. The Hamadryad smiled, despite the toll on her. “Let them try to get close.”

With a start, Juniper sank her roots underground, vanishing quickly and worming her way through the Hamadryad’s own roots. It almost tickled the way she moved, tunneling through the very soils that sustained them. On her way to alert the others. Of course. Energy faded quickly, and she felt all traces of her body melt back into bark. The raven, up till now silent, cried out to the turtle sitting below, jumping from the branch. The world faded out of view right as the pressure built up, raw mana doling out an unnatural silence. The two deities were sure to speak, she knew this. Shame it wasn’t a conversation for her.

(OC-tober challenge by @oc-tober2022 can be found here.)

[smells-like-mettaton]

thick fog and papyrus? srsly tho what is up with his battle room lmao

Worth Fighting For

Rating: G Word Count: 1535 Read on AO3: here

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“Are you sure you want to do this, brother?” Papyrus asked, even though he knew what the answer would be. Sans was the most stubborn monster Papyrus knew.

Sans would probably say the same about him. Their collective stubbornness led to month-long face offs over a discarded sock. Or to Papyrus cooking spaghetti three times a day, waiting for Sans to crack and tell him what was wrong with it.

Or to them standing at the edge of town, shrouded in thick fog.

“I’m sure.” Sans’s voice felt almost muffled by the mist.

That was part of the point. Anyone could train when they could hear and see their opponent. It would take a skilled fighter to battle under these conditions.

And Sans wanted to be skilled. Papyrus could hardly deny him that, after all the time he’d begged to train under Undyne.

“Right.” Papyrus gave a sharp nod, though Sans probably couldn’t see it. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you, br—”

A bone collided with his exposed spine. He yelped, though it was more from surprise than pain.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Through a gap in the fog, Papyrus caught his brother winking.

“Sans! That move is unsportsmanlike!” Papyrus rubbed his vertebrae. Of course, Sans could hardly injure him. Each of his attacks only shaved off one point of damage.

“Good thing fighting’s not a sport, huh?”

“Fighting is more than a sport! It is a way to express the hopes and dreams of your soul!!”

Sans sighed, disturbing the fog enough for Papyrus to see him again.

“Look, bro. I just want to be able to keep myself from getting dusted. I’ll save the dreams for when I’m sleeping.”

Papyrus’s brow pinched. Listening to Sans talk, you would think he never wanted to fight. But he did. Papyrus could see it in the darkness of his eyesockets, in the way his jaw set whenever something upset him.

Something had made Sans angry. Maybe even… frightened. None of Papyrus’s attempts to draw the truth from him succeeded, however.

Papyrus wanted to help Sans channel that anger into something more productive. Fighting could be productive! It could bring monsters together in ways nothing else could! But… not the way Sans went about it.

Maybe Papyrus just needed to show him.

A row of bones—carefully calibrated not to do damage—sprouted from the ground towards Sans. Papyrus couldn’t see him dodge, but he didn’t hear the telltale crack of bone on bone.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t go easy on me.”

A beam of light shot through the fog, and Papyrus sidestepped, his boots crunching in the thick snow. Several more beams followed it, but the pattern was easy to predict. The few times when Papyrus failed to dodge, the lasers barely tickled.

A muttered curse came from his left. Papyrus turned towards it, but didn’t ready another attack.

“Starting with your strongest attack is—”

“Bad sportsmanship?” Sans snapped.

“No. It’s just bad strategy.” Papyrus approached the sound of his voice. He bumped into a few of Sans’s blasters on the way and gave each of them a quick pet. “It’s safer to let your opponent underestimate you. Once you have them lulled into a false sense of security, you can secure your victory!”

“I don’t have time for that kind of strategy!” Sans sounded even angrier than Papyrus had expected. Maybe Papyrus was the one doing the underestimating. “I’m not like you! I don’t have hundreds of HP to spare! I’ve got one shot, and if I can’t—if I can’t win, then I’m…”

Papyrus’s eyesockets widened at Sans’s muffled sob.

“Oh, Sans.” He knelt down by his brother, feeling him rather than seeing him. He wrapped him in the tightest hug he could. Sans slumped in his arms, like all the fight had gone out of him.

“No one is going to hurt you. I promise,” Papyrus murmured. “I’ll protect you, brother.”

Sans tensed, and the moment shattered.

“You shouldn’t have to.” Sans pushed him back. His eyesockets had gone pitch black, two empty holes in the sea of white. “I’m—I was always supposed to take care of you, and I can’t—if I can’t stop the…”

Papyrus didn’t know what he was talking about, but expecting answers from Sans was like expecting Undyne to go a month without burning down her house. It wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, ignoring the hurt that Sans’s shove had caused. Hurt that went deeper than any bone attack or laser.

Perhaps he deserved it. Even if he didn’t know everything, he knew he had messed up.

“You’re right,” Papyrus admitted, making Sans’s head tilt in confusion. “I want you to be strong and great, too! In fact, you're already very strong and great! But we’re safe here, brother. Undyne and the Royal Guard will protect us when a human comes.”

He didn’t bother saying that he would be joining the Royal Guard. It was a matter of when at this point, surely. But the thought wouldn’t comfort Sans at the moment.

“‘M not worried about humans,” he muttered.

“Then… what are you worried about?”

Silence. Like the fog had stolen away even the slight sound of Sans’s rattling bones.

“...Doesn’t matter.” Sans’s eyesockets closed. “Forget it.”

For once, Papyrus decided to face his brother head-on. The way Undyne would.

“I cannot just forget something that is bothering you, brother.”

“Heh. We already have, though. Over and over and over again…”

“Then this time, we should help each other remember!” Papyrus reached out and felt for Sans’s shoulder, then gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Nah. Too much effort.”

Papyrus felt Sans shrug. Annoyance bubbled up in him, but he forced himself to let it go. He should’ve known better than to expect Sans to face his problems head-on. He wasn’t Undyne.

Papyrus blinked. “You’re not Undyne.”

Sans’s sockets cracked open in a confused squint. “Uh, yeah? Did I hit you too hard earlier?”

“No!” He shook his head quickly. “I mean! You don’t have the stats that Undyne and I do!”

“You don’t gotta rub it in.”

“Ugh, brother!” Papyrus sprung to his feet, his hands on his hips. “I’m trying to say, we need to train you differently! I’ve been doing this all wrong!”

“Nah, I’ve just been making it hard on you.” Sans sounded guilty. “Sorry. I’m not a real good student.”

“False! I simply need to recalibrate your curriculum! Nyeh heh heh!!”

A short time later, they again faced off in the dense fog. But this time, Papyrus encouraged Sans to use every underhanded trick in his arsenal.

“Don’t forget your shortcuts!” Papyrus called into the white void as he hurled another wave of bones.

“No good,” Sans huffed, presumably while dodging. “Can’t use ‘em... while anyone’s looking. Magic’s weird... like that.”

“Well, I cannot look with all this fog in the way! And whoever has a bone to pick with you will surely blink at one point or another!”

“...Alright, I’ll give it a shot.”

And he did. Lasers blasted at Papyrus again. Blue attacks mixed with regular attacks mixed blue soul magic mixed with strange platforms that Papyrus discovered he could jump on without being harmed.

Until the platforms slid out from under him, dropping him into a spike-trap of bone attacks.

“Clever!” Papyrus called out, escaping with a blue magic-assisted leap. With that many attacks at once, his HP had actually taken a dent. “I bet you could create a maze with those! Any enemy would surely be confounded, then blasted to their senses!”

“Huh, that’s not a bad idea…”

Eventually Papyrus announced the end of the training session. He may have an abundance of HP, but Sans had kept him on his toes during the entire sparring match. There had been no time to sneak a bite of his cinnamon bun.

“So how’d I do? Think I’ll be joining you in the Guard any time soon?” Sans winked as they strode out of the fog.

“You want to join the Guard too?” Papyrus beamed until Sans looked away awkwardly.

“Nah, that was just a dumb joke. I’ve got enough to look out for with bein’ a sentry.”

Papyrus’s eyes narrowed. That was a pun, but at least it was of better quality than usual.

“Very well! It’s important to know your limits! If only so you can more effectively push them! Nyeh heh heh!” He clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “And you certainly did so today! I’m very proud of you, brother.”

Sans’s head snapped up, his eyelights glowing brighter than Papyrus had seen in ages. He quickly schooled his expression into something less expressive, though.

“Geez, bro, all this sweet talk’s gonna go to my head.” He rapped on the side of his skull.

“Good! You need something to fill up all that empty space!”

Sans laughed out loud at that. “Thanks.”

Papyrus knew he wasn’t being thanked for the joke. Still, he played along.

“Of course! That’s what brothers are for!”

As long as Papyrus was around, Sans would never have to fight. But if Sans could feel more confident in himself…

That was something worth fighting for.

[damianosismyking]

Roommate

READ IT ON AO3.

Damen and Laurent first met when Laurent was sixteen years old.

He arrived at Damen's apartment too late for it to be considered appropriate or polite on any day, but the fact it was Sunday made everything worse.

Damen had been announcing his vacant room for the best part of the past three months since Nikandros moved out to live with his girlfriend but the response he’s gotten so far was underwhelming, to say the least. It made sense to him: his apartment was too far away from the university for it to be comfortable or spark real interest among tired, overloaded, low-income students with huge debts and likely no car. He had thought, though, that it would spark some interest. It was a constant theme in the conversations he had with Nikandros these days – which always ended up with Nikandros telling him he should just learn how to live with himself anyway, and Damen telling him there was no way he’d do it.

Still, Damen was less than thrilled to be surprised after a long day of sitting in front of thousands of books and twice as many academic papers gathering the ‘solid foundation’ his thesis lacked – in Professor Haemon’s words – by an unsolicited visitor. Damen’s eyes burned, his head pounded, and he longed for nothing more than to open a beer and mindlessly watch the documentary about whales that was on. A call to his intercom had different plans.

It felt like his brain had melted down his ears for when the doorman informed him that his friend, Laurent, whom he never met, had come to talk to him about his rental room, Damen allowed said guy up without a thought to the risks it entailed until after the call was cut.

Damen was left to hope there wasn’t a gun involved and whoever the man was, Damen could take him on a hand-to-hand fight if it came to it.

A kid showed up. Pink across the face, the only uncovered part of him. A few strands of blond hair escaped his beany, moving along the puff of his breath. He strutted inside uninvited the second Damen saw to the door, with the highest nose Damen has ever seen and scorn that did not match his angelic features.

Lazily, the kid – Laurent, his name – said, “I saw you need a new roommate.”

“And you are?”

“Your new roommate.”

“I meant –” Laurent went ahead and took off his coat, as well as his beany, that he tossed over Damen’s diner table. His blond hair shoulder-length and seemingly soft directly under the light, framed his face in waves. It gave him an almost feminine quality, if not for the sharpness of his cheekbones and jaw. “I meant have we met before?”

“No. But we have now. I’m Laurent.” He held out his hand. Damen shook it. “And you are Damianos. I go to U.M., you go to U.M. You have a room to rent, I have interest in renting a room. See? We are practically best friends already.”

He sported a young prince demeanor with long, pale fingers laced in front of his body. It was fitting, like the thought of such person being raised in a castle surrounded by luxury and used to having his way his whole life simply made sense. As for his expression: there was none. Laurent’s eyes were a rich blue but carried no warmth in them, unyielding. His gaze never averted Damen’s. It felt like staring at a blank wall.

Damen crossed his arms over his chest, unsure what to do with his hands and everything that currently unfolded in front of him. The carelessness in Laurent’s composure, or maybe the sheer audacity of him, rubbed Damen the wrong way. Under the incisive glare, Damen resisted a shiver.

Damen said, “You notice it’s almost 11 P.M. on a Sunday, don’t you, best friend?”

Laurent leaned against the dining table as though it belonged to him. Would it be acceptable to bodily drag Laurent out of the apartment after being the one to give him the pass to come up in the first place? Laurent appeared painfully young too, so that might be aggravating.

“You put on your flyer you were open to visitation anytime,” Laurent retorted. It started to bother Damen how rarely he blinked. Blank wall.

“I also put on my flyer my contact info to prevent strangers from appearing unannounced at my doorstep,” Damen paused. “On a Sunday. At night.”

“And yet here I am. Your security is horrible by the way, you should probably complain about that to the apartment manager,” Laurent drawled. That alone disqualified him to the vacancy, let aside the fact he passed for a spoiled high schooler with no hint of courtesy.

“So? Aren’t you going to interview me? I make a terrific roommate. I know how to cook and keep a house clean; I stay out of everyone’s business and in change expect everyone out of mine. I’m the most pleasant company you can get around that campus, I guarantee.”

Laurent waited and as he did so, he grabbed one of the decorative glass balls from a bowl on the table and rolled it between his hands mindlessly. When Damen gave no response, he continued, “I’m a bit of a genius, so that might interest you in case you need help with schoolwork or anything else.”

Damen stared at him. It was impossible the kid wouldn’t take the hint. All he had to do was look around, at the scattered materials, Damen’s sleeping clothes, the beer sweating the couch’s fabric, the clock marking 11 p.m. Laurent made a show of standing spitefully where he wasn’t welcomed and it either didn’t bother him or he purposefully ignored it.

“I’m also a good fuck. In case that might interest you.”

It startled Damen out of his enraged disbelief. Not that he magically came up with something to say. “I’m – I – don’t… You’re missing the point.”

“And what is that?”

“I have no idea who the fuck you are, and honestly, you’re not causing a great impression so far.”

“That comes with time.” Laurent waved him off. He wandered around the living room, accessing the quality of his surroundings. Ran a hand over Damen’s TV stand, grabbed portraits to analyze from up close, shuffled through a stack of magazines, opened the window to take a look at the view, and finally settled on the couch where he bounced, testing. Grabbed the remote, shifted through channels. Damen let it unfold only partially out of astonishment – part of him also wondered how far Laurent would go.

“It’s your turn,” Laurent said eerily, like haunted wind coming through the window.

“My turn to what?”

“Introduce yourself, of course. How am I supposed to know you’re not a pervert?” he added, plainly. “Already have enough of those in my life.”

Damen was baffled. It took him a second to find his voice. “I am going to have to ask you to leave.”

Laurent turned to him, pale brows arched. “But you didn’t interview me yet.”

“I don’t intend to. Please leave. Now.” Damen marched to the door to hold it open.

“But –” Laurent stood. Damen could almost see the engines in his mind turning. “Look. I can offer you a blowjob to change your mind. Anything more than that only if you promise I can stay.”

“What are – I do not want to have sex with you,” Damen said, exasperated. Why was this happening to him? Was this what he got after working so hard?

“Why not?” Laurent spoke as if something was out of sorts. “Let me guess, you are straight. I promise you won’t note the difference, it’s like any girl’s mouth when it’s on your cock. I’m highly skilled.”

Damen opened the door wider and gestured. “Out.”

Laurent crossed his arms and made no motion to leave. Very deliberately he leaned against the armrest. “I don’t have a gag reflex, I can take you all the way in,” he spoke with an empty face, “and I swallow, don’t spit.” At the end, he smirked mildly.

Damen flinched. “I will call security.”

“No? Okay.” Laurent leaned on his hands, propping his shoulders up. “Money’s no issue. I can offer you two months of rent in advance.”

“I need you to get the hell out before I make you,” Damen spelled out.

“Fine. Three. But this is my final offer, you have to give me something to work with here.” For how playful Laurent’s words rang, he maintained his monotone. His face couldn’t be more uninterested, without the slightest semblant of shyness.

Damen didn’t respond. Again, he gestured the outside.

Laurent sighed, as if it was Damen tiring him, not the other way around. Perhaps the biggest absurd among all others. Damen might be virtually opposed to hitting kids, but Laurent just might be the exception.

Laurent did not pick up any of his belongings, as required. Rather, he walked to Damen confidently, if slightly bored. The sway of his hips seemed very deliberate as he tied his hair on a ponytail, eyes never dropping Damen’s. His eyes carried deeper richness to the blue of his irises from this close, but somehow were even colder. He stopped few inches away from Damen. If they were the same height, their noses would bump, but as Damen had at least one foot of advantage to him, Laurent’s breath tickled his collar bone.

And then suddenly, unexpectedly, Laurent dropped to his knees, reaching for the ties on Damen’s sweatpants.

“What the fuck.” Damen slapped Laurent’s hands away. Laurent swayed taken aback and retreated, confused. “Stand up,” Damen demanded, “Stand!” at the verge of yelling.

Damen’s stomach had sunk to his feet. Other than the cameras in the corridor, there were no witnesses to what happened. Laurent remained where he was, sitting back on his heels and giving Damen huge icy eyes, through obscenely long lashes as blond as his hair, blooming cheeks, and beautifully plump pink lips. “Please, get up and leave. I won’t ask again.”

Laurent felt the wall behind him to help himself up. “I want to stay.” His voice was no longer a drawl then. It had a hint of raw desperation that had not been there before.

Damen shook his head. “That’s too bad kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” he barked, words lacking the previous indifference. “Let me stay.”

“No.”

“Please.”

A beat passed. A long ‘hear-the-ticks-on-the-clock-slow-down’ kind of beat. Laurent’s stance remained mighty and unshakable, searching Damen’s face.

“How old are you?” Damen asked and again when Laurent refused to respond.

As Damen pressed further, he finally said, through gritted teeth, “Sixteen.” In spite of the aversion for the word, Laurent expression was challenging, daring Damen to say anything about it.

Damen did. “Sixteen. You can’t just get to a stranger’s house, impose on them, and expect to be welcomed,” he said, “that’s not how these things work. Kid.”

Laurent went paler a shade, previously rosy cheeks suddenly drawn out of color. His feet kicked the carpet, and his sole focus was on that. “Do you understand? You can’t walk into strangers’ houses, period. And if you wanted a real shot at getting the room you should have called me and scheduled a date to come and talk to me at a normal hour on a normal day like everyone else. And probably have your parents to call me too, considering. Now, please get out of my apartment.”

It took him a minute, but Laurent finally listened to reason and gathered his stuff. On his way out, though, as Damen already breathed relieved that this unnerving event was over (and began to formulate in mind the text he was going to send Nikandros), Laurent stopped again, white as a sheet, barely a foot away from the door Damen had been holding open for too long.

“Let me stay.”

Neither Laurent’s voice nor his posture were anything of what they had been. It was like watching him come undone. His shoulders tensed and his feet were dragging rather than pacing. “I have the money. You won’t even know I’m here. Please.” Damen shook his head sluggishly. Laurent looked out the door and then slowly cast his eyes back to Damen. “Tonight then. I can pay you for the stay and I’ll be gone in the morning before you know it.”

Damen’s resolve faltered, then cracked, then crumbled. It finally occurred to him, “Why did you come here?”

Laurent frowned. “Your flyer…”

“No.” Laurent knew what Damen really asked.

Laurent bit his bottom lip for a long time, then straightened up. “I have nowhere else to go.” His face, though he attempted to remain composed, betrayed him. His bottom lip trembled discreetly.

“You were kicked out?” No response. Damen ran a hand over his face. His grip on the door slacked. “Damn you. Don’t you have… friends? Any family you can run to? Come to a stranger’s apartment… do you have any idea what could happen to you? You’re sixteen.” Laurent stared at him, silent. For a moment, he seemed about to speak but words died on his lips. “How do I know you aren't here to rob me? Or jump me when I’m asleep? Are your cronies waiting for you sign downstairs?”

Laurent said nothing. He balled his fists and waited as if he knew that Damen already changed his mind. It was not like Damen could do anything else anyway. It’s not like he would be able to cast out a homeless kid. Even a kid like Laurent.

Damen scratched his head and slammed the door behind him, eyes closed with a long, heavy sigh. He cursed under his breath. “Just tonight,” Damen said, though he knew he was lying. “You will have to find someplace else tomorrow.”

“Right. Thank you,” Laurent said.

They stared at each other for a moment. Damen, awkward with arms crossed over his chest and Laurent twirling his beany in his hands. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Well then. The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, there are clean towels in the cabinet, and other stuff you might need.” Another awkward moment passed. “Let me show you to your room. The room. Not your room. Where you’ll stay tonight.”

Again, in a low voice, Laurent thanked him.

[devildomdoofus]

I saw you said your commissions are open, if it's ok can I request a fluffy morning with the demon brothers, please? I just found your blog but I already fell in love with your writing style 😍. I hope you have a great day 🤗

Thank you so very much!! 😭 I’m over the moon that I can make you happy with my writing and I’ll GLADLY take this request ✨ I hope you have a great day as well!!

I also hope I’ve done your request justice 🥺

- DevildomDoofus

Through Morning’s Rays

Fluffy mornings with the Obey Me! Brothers

💙Lucifer:

Both of your schedules differed a generous amount. He wakes up the earliest out of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall combined, to ensure everyone’s up and ready for school/work/etc.... and he is the last to go to bed.

That is, if he isn’t dog tired by the time he’s finished doing his last rounds of security checks and sending any remaining night owls to their rooms to keep their schedules in check, and collapses at his desk while finalizing reports.

You, on the other hand, have a steady schedule due to your obligations to your school (and job, if you worked).

To say that you two have a hard time spending any amount of quality time together is an understatement

Please forgive him, he is a lone father and he is trying his best

When he’s up early to get a head start in working to the bone, as usual and doesn’t have much time to share the fleeting, morning hours with you, he’ll gingerly place a kiss to the top of your head and shift the blankets from your late night tossing and turning, back to their place over your shoulders and covers the rest of your body. He’ll leave a little note by the bedside table that wishes you a wonderful day and promises that he’ll meet with you shortly to make up for lost time.

On the rare occasions that he manages to be able to share mornings with you, it is like a gift from the celestial realm to you both in which afterwards, the two of you are like completely different people, beaming with sunshine and happiness as your batteries have been recharged.

In those rare moments, he’ll slide to your side of the bed, oh so carefully snake his arm around you and tugs you gently into his embrace as he places kisses all atop your head. When you finally open your eyes and face him, he’ll run his hand up the length of your silhouette to your face, cupping it, rub his thumb over your cheek and smile lazily. “Good morning, lamb.” He whispers, trying to disguise the grogginess in his voice. Then, he leans down to press his lips against yours in a way that makes you feel like he’s been starving for you for months on end, only to now get what he’s craved and yet it’s not enough.

In this moment, nothing in all of the realms matters to him more than you. Just you and you alone.

💛Mammon:

You spent many, many, MANY mornings with him and they were some of your favorite memories since you first came to the Devildom. For him.... well, maybe not at first since you were kind of a chore. But the was before you two became so close.

The only problem was that neither of you were morning people, especially if either of you had responsibilities that day like school or work. To deal with such a thing, the two of you made a deal where each of you took turns being the one to help wake the other.

There were mornings where he woke you up with a heavy pillow to the torso and it ended up in you two being late for school due to an epic pillow fight that neither of you wanted to lose.

Other mornings, you woke him up by jumping and flopping around next to him on the bed, belting a song that was the favorite of the pair of you, and he tackles you back down to the bed to deliver you a piping hot plate of a tickle fight

and then there were THOSE mornings.

These mornings, when the two of you just happened to wake around the same time, he’d smile sleepily, yank you closer, and place a kiss on your forehead. “Mornin’, my lil’ human.”

UGH, that gravely, morning voice would be the bittersweet death of you.

While having a few hours to spare, you would lay there in the semidarkness, whispering sweet everythings to each other, exchanging kisses and joke ensued laughter, and simply enjoying each other’s company while entangled in a comfy, cozy embrace.

🧡Leviathan:

It’s the same sort of situation as with Mammon; neither of you were really morning people. But with you two, it was because it came with the terms and conditions of being like minded nerds (as a fellow ‘nerd,’ I mean that term in the best way possible and as a compliment) in which the endgame boss had to be defeated, or that one episode simply could not be missed, or your favorite celebrity/idol was going live and you were not about to be absent for it. Many evenings were spent indulging in both of your favorite hobbies, well into the latest hours of the night and early morning, when you should’ve been sleeping instead.

So of course, mornings were INCREDIBLY ROUGH for the two of you.

In the beginning and a majority of the time, you were the one to wake him up. I hope you can forgive him, though, because almost all of his energy is spent drowning out his negative thoughts and the outside judgement from his own brothers, haters, and toxic fans alike via his hobbies and he doesn’t quite have enough energy to take care of himself, including waking up on time for school or other responsibilities/obligations to avoid getting an ass-chewing from Lucifer... much less waking up on time and then having to wake YOU up.

You had to show him the way, in a sense. You’re his motivation and safety net. Where you go, and ensure his ‘safety’ he delightfully follows. Ergo, you had to be the alarm clock for him, for a while, to be shown that you truly care about him and it’s not all just some exasperating, ridiculously elaborate and heart shattering prank.

Your method of ‘raising the dead’ was to gently comb your hand through his hair while softly beckoning him from his dream world with your sweetest voice to ‘the land of the living.’ His eyes would flutter open and as soon as he saw you with that heartwarming smile, his face would turn a deep crimson and he’d smile back, reaching a hand up to place it over top of yours, somewhat nuzzling into it. “Good morning, my human Henry.” His shy, quiet, gravely voice could melt lava.

Through this method of yours, he no longer woke with animosity for the normie world but was rather hopeful and optimistic, feeling as if nothing could bring him down. Not even his brothers’ insults.

Eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was the one waking YOU up and he did so as sweetly as you had done. He’d place his hand on your cheek, rub his thumb over it, and gingerly place a multitude of kisses atop your head as he whispered your name until you woke.

Some mornings when he was feeling extra giddy, he would place a little speaker near where you had fallen asleep and quietly play your favorite song as he sang along and took hold of your hands to swing them gently to the beat. He saw it once in an anime episode and was hoping it would award him the same giggles the love interest gave the protagonist.

Fortunately for him, it always did.

💚Satan:

Being one of the more mature and responsible brothers, he rarely ever slept in. It’s just in his nature to be an early bird to catch the early worm.. mostly to get it over with so he could get back to doing what he loved most; reading in comfort. Even still, his schedule matched with yours almost perfectly, and that’s due to the fact that, similar to Leviathan, you two were likeminded.

You had the same interests and hobbies so of course, the pair of you grew very close, very quickly. You first linked up for study sessions because celestial realm knows that school in the Devildom was VASTLY different than human world schools, then book club meetings for when you got a little more comfortable with each other’s presence, then as you became even closer, you just decided to do the same things at the same time as it killed two birds with one stone; you got to do what you enjoyed with the person you enjoyed the most.

Mornings to you two were fairly simple and honestly, quite enjoyable with the other being there when you woke.

One morning, Satan took the first step and woke you to the pleasant sound of one of your favorite records echoing from an antique gramophone while placing a tray of your favorite breakfast foods next to the bed. He then leant down, took your hand into his, and kissed from your knuckles, all the way up to your shoulder, and then planting one final, light kiss to your cheek. “My darling MC, it is time to come back to me. Your dreams have had you long enough.”

From then on, you took turns in trying to wake the other in the most romantic ways possible. From your favorite flower’s petals scattering the bed, to his favorite audio books reading him awake. There was nothing that you two wouldn’t do in order to guarantee that the other woke to nothing less than the world on a silver and golden platter.

He was the envy of his brothers especially Mammon, getting to spend so much time with you and having you smile as brightly as you did with him.

💖Asmodeus:

Surprisingly, he’s another early riser. Though when you really think about it, it isn’t quite that surprising, considering he has a strict self-care routine that CANNOT be broken, lest he wishes to end up with a pimple or even worse... a wrinkle! Which neither are bad if you have them, it’s just for Asmo’s personal tastes for his own appearance, he prefers to have none of them.

Because he cares for you so much, he forces sternly asks that you have the same schedule as he does so he can give you the same love and care as he gives himself. He wants you to look and feel as wonderful as who you are on the inside... but he also loves it when you absolutely SHINE.

Please don’t be mistaken, he doesn’t think you’re ugly or unattractive or any other negative thoughts you might have about yourself, in the least. Not at ALL. He simply wishes to amplify what wonderful assets you already have (to your own tastes, of course) because of that oh so magnificent way you carry yourself when you feel your best.

Want to as pretty as a sunset? He’s got you covered. Want to be as handsome as... well, him? You’re covered there too. Want a little mix of any and everything? Oh please, give him a challenge! Whatever look you wish for, he’s there to help you make it happen.

You just have to take his hand and follow his lead. And his lead requires that you be ‘up and at ‘em’ early enough to go through the self-care routine (that he handpicked things for, according to you and your body’s needs), and eat the proper foods so your body and mind can handle the weight of being the most stunning thing to walk the face of any of the realms... besides him, of course. Also, all of this has to happen before school begins.

Unfortunately, that’s pretty early. There’s a LOT of self-care to-do’s that you two have to go through to ensure maximum amplification.

But because he knows that this can be rather overwhelming and a bit stressful to keep up with all of the time (and stress causes physical and mental harm), he’s always sure to make your mornings as pleasant and stress-free as possible.

He lights one of your favorite candles or incenses, and/or turns one of your favorite slower/softer songs on then climbs into bed and over top of you to begin his trails of kisses from the top of your head, down your face, neck and chest, further down your precious tummy, and stops right at your hips to go back up your body and start again. All of this on repeat as he coos and whispers your name, his soothing voice leading you from your dreams to the waking world. When your eyes meet his, he hums “ahh, my dear, you’ve returned to me.” He moves to kiss your lips as sweetly as he speaks.

He then slips his arms underneath you and lifts you up, as if you were one of Lucifer’s feathers, to carry you bridal style into the bathroom. He’ll then set you down and slowly undress you, taking as much time as you need him to, before helping you into the tub and giving you the gentlest of washes you’ve had since before you can even remember.

He’s the most soothing alarm that’s ever existed.

❤️Beelzebub:

Not really an early riser but he’s also not one to sleep in, either. To sleep in means to miss breakfast, and to miss breakfast is a death sentence for himself and anyone in the way of his next meal.

It also means that he doesn’t get to spend his mornings or share breakfast with you. Another death sentence but this one’s for his heart. Even though he might not say it, being that putting his thoughts and feelings into words is a bit harder than his more comfortable/natural way of simply showing you through his actions, he loves you very, very, VERY much.

This man cares so fucking much for you, he’d give up eating for the rest of his life if it meant you got to have a crumb. But he hopes it doesn’t have to come to that.

The way that Beel shows you that he cares is through food. Eating with you, cooking with you, watching you eat to be sure that you’re getting enough food in your own body, taking his time to eat his food because, now, he’s too busy having wonderful conversations with you, and every and anything in between.

One of his favorite ways is breakfast in bed. You had done it once for him before on one of your anniversaries and ever since then, he’s done it for you in return whenever he got the chance.

On mornings that he had waken up early enough, he’d quietly get up and tiptoe to the kitchen to make both of you a delicious breakfast. If Belphegor was up, on the rarest of rare occasions that he was, he’ll make a little something for him too. He’d put together your favorite foods and beverage while doing the same for himself, draw a cute little heart on a small post-it note and placing it on your side of the tray, tip-toe back up to the room and sets it on the nightstand beside the bed, then moves in close to you to start waking you up. He leans in close and peppers your face in little kisses before moving a little lower to your neck and giving his signature, gentle bite. “MC, honey, wake up. I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Nine times out of ten, you wake up in an instant. When you’ve slept heavily during the night and have a harder time waking up, he plops down onto you gently of course as to not squish you and groans in your ear, nibbling them to remind you of who you’re keeping waiting. “MCCC, pleeeease, I’m hungry. Don’t make me eat yours.”

The warning never fails.

As you two chow down, his dimpled smile never leaves his face nor his eyes on you as he watches you enjoy another morning filled with your favorite things: Beel and Beel’s signature breakfast.

💜Belphegor:

Morning? What the hell is a morning?

Yeah, yeah, he knows what a morning is. He’s had to get up for them too many fucking times to count in order to get to school on time.. or at least try. His attendance is, more or less, nonexistent. He’s just not a morning person.

at ALL.

WHAT. SO. EVER.

The one thing ‘Mr. Sandman’ doesn’t do is wake up or get woken up if the awakener values their life

However... if it is you, his favorite walking and talking pillow, he can’t be that pissed about it. It’s a little more of a smooth transition from being asleep to being awake when you’re the one bringing him there.

So, yes, you’re the one waking him up and it’s never the other way around, but you knew this would be your lot in life the closer you had gotten to him.

And yet, whenever you tried to wake him, he’d simply wrap his arm over you and drag you back down onto the bed as he rolls on top of you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “No.” he’d groan in his gravelly morning voice.

What? What did he mean ‘no’ ?! It’s time to get up!!

You’d try your best to to wiggle free but Belphegor is far more stronger than he looks and keeps you pinned down in place. Well... at least it’s comfy.

Wait no, this is his way of coercing you to go back to sleep with him!

Before you can try something else, he plants warm and slow kisses up and down your neck and nibbles at the skin just beneath your ear while whispering in a low tone, “why don’t we just stay here and do something better than go to school?”

Your face heats up and body tenses underneath him. It was not uncommon for him to try this tactic, especially in the morning, so you were fairly used to it but sometimes... sometimes it just does something to you and you’re frozen in place with nothing but his voice to lull you wherever it pleased. Maybe it came with being the Avatar of Sloth? He moves up onto his elbows to deliver his final attack that was his signature, teasing smile in order for him to fully keep you here, in bed, with him and simply enjoy each other’s company while you slept.

Unfortunately for him, this was his mistake and you gained yourself a foothold in pushing him off of you. Getting up from the bed, you look back at him as you straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, saying “Breakfast is in ten minutes,” with a stern voice. You take notice of this and try to sweeten it up to truly convince him. “Be there, won’t you?” you demand more than request, with a signature smile of your very own.

He brings his dropped jaw back up from when you were able to knock him off, and shakes his head as he lightly chuckles. “Whatever you want, MC.” Before you completely walk out of the door, he calls after you. “You owe me!”

You peak back in just enough for him to hear you as you’re closing the door. “No, you owe me.”

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I just read your recent post about Percy and Jason being compared and stuff, and was wondering if you have any headcanons about the big three kids when it comes to tickling? <3

I would love to!

Percy:

. Alright, so Percy is like... unreasonably ticklish. His mom used to tickle him all the time when he was a kid, but as he grew older he managed to convince her his sensitivity had worn off. Of course that brief respite only lasted so long before he came to Camp Half-Blood and everyone discovered his secret. 

. His worst spots are his armpits, ribs, and feet. I also believe that his lower back is unfairly ticklish ever since the River Styx, and even after the curse wore off the spot remained hyper sensitive. Annabeth likes to trace her nails softly over it while they’re cuddling until he collapses until a giggly puddle in her arms. 

. He loves being tickled, as it makes him feel loved and wanted, but he has a difficult time admitting it. Annabeth is the only person he’s told before, but the others have put in their guesses by this point. His go-to method is just provoking people into tickle fights until they wreck his shit (which, you know, same).

. As a ler he’s super playful and teasy. He’s one of those people that uses baby talk when he’s tickling others and it flusters the shit out of people. Overall, he’s the biggest switch out of all of them. 

Jason:

. So Jason’s not super ticklish actually.

. At first.

. He’s really good at hiding his sensitivity because Thalia used to tickle him all the time as a kid and so he’s used to defending against it. The only people who know are Piper, Leo, Percy, and Nico. Piper, because his neck is deathly ticklish and it makes making very giggly. Leo, because he’s a persistent little shit and wouldn’t stop trying until Jason finally broke. Percy only found out after play wrestling took a right wrong turn. Jason actually ended up confessing that he didn’t mind tickling to Nico, and whenever the former was stressed about something then Nico will softly tickle his sides until he forgets about it. 

. His worst spots are his sides and neck, as well as the backs of his knees. He will kick you if you get him there (luckily Piper knows how to defend herself and uses this information to her advantage often). His laugh starts off as these huffed, breathy chuckles, but once he really gets going he starts letting out these deep belly-laughs that rock his whole body. Nico says it only adds to his Superman aesthetic. Jason got him back mercilessly for that comment. 

. He’s a fairly gentle ler, not liking to push people’s boundaries too much and always worrying that he’s going to far. He loves seeing his friend’s smile however, and he finds Piper’s laugh adorable, so he has been known to ler on occasion. His most often victim is Nico, and possibly the only person he doesn’t hold back on. He knows Nico loves it though and needs to laugh, so he’s happy to engage him. 

. He and Percy can get into the occasional competitive tickle fight and everyone backs off when they’re in that mode, afraid of getting pulled in. 

Hazel:

. God help this girl... 

. She’s basically a walking tickle spot. A single poke to the side will get her to jump and squeak, and she’s one of those people who will start giggling before you even touch her. 

. She’s ticklish everywhere, but her worst spot is her stomach and knees. One time Percy tried to show her the spider-knee trick and she near lost her mind. 

. Has the cutest fucking giggles man, like, it is not even fair how adorable she is while being tickled. Will double over and turn into a squirmy puddle in your arms, but cannot fight back to save the life of her. Almost everyone on the Argo II tickles her just because her reactions are too great not to. Frank is the most often provoker of these moments, as he loves making her smile, though he’s a fairly shy ler himself.

. Contrary to popular belief, Hazel is a vicious ler. She knows everyone’s death spots, though no one is sure how she does, and she will exploit them if needed. Don’t get me wrong, she can’t defend herself for the life of her while being tickled, but after? You better start running. 

. Sometimes she’ll team up with Nico and have him use his skeletons to hold the victim down. Together they make an unstoppable combo. 

Thalia:

. Like Jason, everyone assumes she’s not ticklish. But whereas Jason was good at hiding it, no one ever tried with Thalia; they were all too scared of retaliation. Not even Jason knows, as he was almost always the victim of their fights. 

. One day when Reyna and Thalia are hanging out (which a lot of the time translates to making out with the two), Reyna’s fingers brush against her sides and she accidentally giggles into her mouth. Reyna’s eyes widen and Thalia freezes up in her arms. She narrows her eyes and does the whole “Don’t you dare-” spiel, but it’s too late and soon she’s squealing and pleading underneath Reyna’s skilled hands. 

. So now every time Thalia is trying to act tough and all high and mighty in front of the others, Reyna will squeeze her sides in passing and let the others sort out the accompanying squeak for themselves (to this day Reyna is the only one who’s gotten away with tickling Thalia successfully). 

. Her worst spots are sides, like her brother, and her hips. Has this adorable, girly squeal that she’s super embarrassed about though Reyna assures her it’s cute. 

. Doesn’t like to be tickled that much, and will tell everyone she knows that she hates it. She doesn’t mind really soft, gentle tickles though, if it’s from people she trusts (i.e. Jason and Reyna). 

. The cruelest fucking ler, she will wreck her victim until they are a shrieking, begging mess. A merciless demon who cannot be stopped, she’s struck fear in the hearts of many. Jason used to be her most common victim, though now it’s usually Reyna. Percy once pissed her off and he was giggling for several minutes after she stopped he may or may not have tried to provoke her into it again later whaaaat

Nico:

. BABY.

. Literally so ticklish, how is he still alive??? Maybe it just runs in Hades children.

. Will insist he’s not ticklish and that he’s grown above “such childish nonsense”. Percy, of course, knows this is bullshit as he used to tickle him all the time as a kid and remembers that he used to love it. Sometimes he’ll bring it up when he’s denying it to others and Nico will turn this bright, cherry red and snap at Percy to shut up. 

. He can’t even admit it while he’s being tickled. In the same way that he could be dying and insist he’s fine, he could be curled up on the ground and giggling like a child and still wheeze out that he’s “not ticklish”. 

. His worst spots are his hips, feet, and thighs, as well as his shoulder blades (Will is the only one who knows about that last one and loves to torment him with it). 

. He has these adorable high-pitched giggles that are interspersed with hiccups and squeaks when it gets to be too much for him. He flails a lot when tickled, and generally has to be restrained for fear of injuring someone. 

. Contrary to his adamant denials, he loves being tickled. My boy is super touch-starved and loves the physical closeness that tickling brings. I also think there’s something about that fluttery, desperate quality to it that he loves and is flustered by all at the same time. 

. Will, Jason, and Percy all tickle him constantly, and he loves/hates it.

. Loves to be a ler almost as much as he likes being a lee. He’ll smirk and taunt his victim while holding them down with skeletons and wiggling his fingers right above their death spots until they can’t help but break down laughing before he’s even touched them. He tickles Will and Jason the most (he’s gets too flustered to even try tickling Percy), though he will tickle Hazel on occasion because he likes seeing her happy. 

Thank you for the ask!

[trynatalktou]

Can we see jealous Vincenzo??? For the prompt?? Or have you done that already???

Heeeeey anon, thanks so much for the prompt!! It is truly what the desire of the people(TM) I

This is what you guys asked for the most lol

Also shout out to @stutteringpeach for inserting the idea of Cha-Young's ex in my head.

Regardless of it being fake, Vincenzo had been informed that he was not the first person to propose to Hong Cha-young, to all intents and purposes, he did not even possess the privilege to be the first person to hear her accept it.

It was one thing to know it, and another completely to acknowledge the fact that there was an actual, breathing man out there who got to call himself Hong Cha-young's fiance - even if only for a short while.

Nevertheless, one day it hit him - quite literally.

"Excuse me, I didn't see where I was going."

They were just outside the plaza - Cha-young by his side, skipping rather than walking while telling an absurd anecdote- when someone bumped quite harshly into him, he barely bulged but the man in question sent several papers toppling down to the floor. Vincenzo was ready to give a stink eye and move on, but his partner was already helping the stranger gather up his mess.

And then - just at that moment- he witness it, the most horrendous sequence of phrases he had ever heard in his life.

"Wait. Cha-youngie???"

"Oppa?"

Vincenzo's left eye twitched.

"It has been so long! But wow," he said while checking her out. Vincenzo clenched his jaw. "Look at you, as beautiful as ever."

She had the audacity to blush.

"Oh no, I truly didn't get a glow up since my blond days?" she joked.

"You know what I mean." the man smiled.

Vincenzo cleared his throat. Loudly.

"Oh sorry, Mr.Cassano - this is Kim Tae-Oh"

Vincenzo tried to not snicker at the name, and he enjoyed the way Cha-young reprimanded him for it with only her eyes, well, until he remembered that she was the one who had suggest it for their facade in the first place- this little detail made their inside joke get significantly less funny all of a sudden.

"And this is Vincenzo Cassano, my partner." Cha-young concluded with a small hand gesture.

He reached out for a handshake, an unnecessarily firm one at that.

"Partner?" The man asked, intention clear.

Cha-young gave him an indecipherable look.

"Business partner" she responded, but only after one beat too long.

Tae-oh seemed pleased anyway.

"I really gotta go right now, but I hope to see you soon enough? Wait." the man reached for his pocket. "Take my card, and don't worry, you can call outside of business hours." he winked.

Vincenzo wondered absentmindely how many witnesses there could possibly be looking at them at the moment. But lastly opted to just clench his jaw once more - Cha-young wouldn't be pleased after all.

They finally bid their farewells (not fast enough for his taste) and when Tae-oh was out of earshot, Vincenzo felt himself relax.

"So," he said as they entered Geumga plaza, his hand resting firmly on her back since the encounter. "old friend?"

She smirked.

"Ex-fiance, actually - we haven't talked in a while."

Vincenzo feels his chest burning.

Oh great, of course.

..............................................................................................

Later, much much later, when Vincenzo gets to call himself Hong Cha-young's boyfriend (and he does it as often as possible).

He finally asks about him.

The woman in his arms looks up.

"Oh, it was mostly physical."

She has got to be kidding him.

"Wow, don't you just have a way with words." Vincenzo says more bitter than he originally intended, and sits up.

Cha-young chases after him, moving to straddle his waist.

"That was in no way- " she says, cupping his face so he would look up at her. "-an expression of quality. What I mean is that we had no bond whatsoever - we didn't truly talk, we didn't share jokes - we didn't have this." She points between both of them. "I never had anything quite like this."

His heart gives a somersault, this woman right there will end up causing him a heart attack any day now.

And as a distraction from his hammering chest, he starts tickling her.

"Vincenzo! Stop!" Cha-young nearly screams.

He shushes her with a kiss. "You shouldn't scream like that amore mio, there is a baby on the building now,you know."

"On the other side of the building."

"Semantics" he shrugs "So, tell me, an expression of quality, huh" he quotes her slyly "Sweetie, what does that even mean?"

"You know exactly what it means"

"I want to hear you say it."

"You are insufferable."

He tickles her some more.

[henqtic]

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘚𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 ”

Summary: Draco making you feel better about your hair insecurities throughout your years at Hogwarts.

Word Count: 3.7k+

A/N-hey well this is the first fic I’ve ever written and I don’t think it’s too good but please leave some feedback I would really appreciate it :) just looking forward to improving, this story includes a black/POC reader I just feel that there’s not a lot of stories that actually include us yk ? Because I don’t think I’m able to just put my hair up in a messy bun and go out lol.//ALSO there's no Voldemort and some of the years/dates will be off but I don’t think that matters much in this story:)

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“It’s a toner” “for your hair”,she concluded in a way that was almost innocent but didn’t cover up the obvious amusement in her tone. Her box braids were flowing behind her, the two different colors blending together in a way to almost resemble Narcissa Malfoys. It was more of a Draco decision, he went on for months saying how if you got white hair you would look like an honorary Malfoy. Which he was already planning on making you sooner or later. 

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“Darling your fascination with these muggle products is getting out of hand. Are you ill? Oh merlin, maybe it’s that muggle flu,”he said as he put a hand on your forehead.

In his defense he was actually worried about you.You owled him with a note that read

Dear Draco,

I think I’ve just found the best bloody gift ever,I was just walking around one of those muggle stores and found i! I don’t want to ruin the surprise but the I just thought of you when I saw it.

love, y/n.

He honestly expected a bag of green apples that you two shared a liking of but never in a million years did he expect you to show up with purple bottle labeled as “Purple Shampoo”.And what hurt most is that he was the first person you thought of when you looked at it.Of course he was the only platinum blonde you had seen with such bright hair, other than Luna Lovegood. But he was still deciding on if he should take offense or not.

“No Draco, I’m perfectly fine” You stated as you stated his hand away like a fly.“I just think that your hair may need a bit of toning to it.” You said as you looked at your boyfriend, he really did look beautiful in the sun.

The way the sun would bounce off of his skin and hair giving him this sort of glow.The way he ever so slightly had his eyes squinted because he could barely see when it was this bright outside.He was really a sight to see.He wore a faint smile that made your stomach erupt with butterflies every time you saw him, even now.

You told him that if he continued to bully Harry on how his glasses made him look like Dumbledore without a beard would come back to him.And of course it did.

You were sitting beside Draco under a tree at his family's manor.The sky had a few clouds but nonetheless it was sunny there were butterflies flying around and  variations of colors of flowers all around you.You had helped Narcissa plant some of the flowers and it was nice to see how it all came out.

 “I think my hair looks perfectly fine, why would I want to “tone it” He looked at you as if you had personally insulted his mother.

“Draco, darling, your hair is almost brighter than the sun” you said and you were so close to bursting out in laughter.

He looked at you faking an offended expression.

“Most likely stiffer than the grass we’re sitting on at this moment” 

“oh that’s enough” at that moment he shifted his weight over to you and started to tickle you non stop.

“Please I’m sorry I take back all of my words” you said in out of breath tone.Your laugh was probably the best sound to him.

He continued with his antics, “say my hair is the most beautiful this world” it wasn't even a second thought to him to follow up with a,“other than yours of course” he always had a way of making you feel appreciated for the multiple ways you did your hair through out your school years and even now.

Fourth Year

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In the summer before your fourth year at hogwarts,you had decided that you wanted to try something new and get locs. It was something you always thought of but never really got the courage to do.

You always would just tell yourself “I think I’d miss my hair, even if doing it is a pain I’ll never stop loving it.”

That changed.Of course you’d missed your hair but getting locs, something you've been anticipating for a long time sounded a bit more exciting than doing your hair everyday.

It was finally the Gryffindor vs Slytherin quidditch game.Everyone had been looking forward to this.Every Slytherin, Gryffindor game always involved some sort of drama and it was the best.That day was nice up until it was completely and utterly ruined.

When the game was over Pansy Parkinson had shouted out to you and Angelina Johnson that your hair looked of worms.Angelina Johnson was probably the only Gryffindor you could put up with.Maybe it was because of the fact that she was an older black girl with her natural hair out and you desperately wanted tips on how to make yours look like hers.You and Angelina had quickly became friends in your first and her third year.She was more of a sister figure for you and when she went on about how nice Fred looked this year and the next you went on about how annoyingly hot Draco got third year She had teased you endlessly for it but you really couldn’t help it.

You didn’t know why it hurt so much coming from her but when that happened you were so close to crying.You were going to say something until Ginny Weasley said some very choice words to Pansy that left her as red as a tomato and she ran of the pitch.For someone with so much bark she absolutely no bight after that, you thanked Ginny and she responded with saying “There’s no reason to thank me Parkinson needed someone to finally give it to her” She then went up to Harry Potter and said he did good in the game.

“I don’t know if she knows her crush on him is obvious” You thought as you and Angelia walked back to the castle together planning on how to get Pansy back.

You heard the girl beside you try to stop a laugh from coming out so you just assumed you said that out loud.as always.

”Do you know what she has against you?”Angelina asked 

Even though Pansy was in your house she never much liked you for some reason.

“I think it’s from first year when I slapped her hand off of my hair.” You laughed “She was playing with the beads as if they were some kind of toy”

“She absolutely deserved it!” Angelia responded with a laugh.

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Much to you and Angelina’s dismay someone had gotten to Pansy before you.She ran into the great hall shrieking and when you looked the first thing that came to mind was low quality Medusa.Her long thin black hair now replaced with black worms.Everyone in the great hall was laughing at her condition.Even many of the Slytherins you were surrounded by, it was almost sad how her own house didn’t like her. almost.

Why would she even come into the great hall looking like that? You thought out loud on accident.You really needed to work on that.It wasn’t much of a problem though, because many of your pupils next to you nodded mindlessly at your statement in agreement.

You had guessed Angelina had told Fred about the incident, he told McGonagall, or as he said Minnie (you didn’t know how he even got to that level),and she must have informed the other teachers.

She ran out of the great hall when she noticed no one not even a teacher was going to help her.Not even her own head of house, it was nice to know that Snape was on your side on this you felt pretty bad now when in class all you thought about was how greasy his hair was and how you should probably anonymously drop off some shampoo for him.

“Hey maybe I should tell the twins about that one.Nope y/n you are a nice person who does nice things you thought as you tried to remove the voice that told you that’s Snape would mostly likely like some Muggle Brand “Head and Shoulders Shampoo” Although you’d never be caught dead using it, it could never hurt to try it on someone else.y/n stop.Nice thoughts.”Oh but imagine him trying to put his hair up and the hair tie is too greasy to ho-” You decided to turn your attention to something more valuable at that point.

The real question was who had done it.You turned over to the Gryffindor table.Your back had been facing Angelina’s.You two always did this seeing as many students at school didn’t know that touching someone’s hair randomly without even asking was weird.Angelina had found a solution saying “We should sit with our backs facing each other,Then no one from the other table can random tug at our hair.” You agreed to the idea saying that it was brilliant.

You asked with a giddy expression asking her “did you do it without me?” 

She shook her head and said “no maybe it was Fred or George”.

You would’ve thought that the girl was drugged up on love potion seeing how  easily she forgot what she was about to ask and looked at Fred with heart eyes going on about a completely different topic.

You rolled your eyes with a smile and looked around the great hall and your eyes landed on him.He was already looking at you.Your hair.You made the decision of adding gold accessories to it today. Angelina had had a long talk with you saying how “Parkinson was only jealous because the last remotely good hairstyle she had was the bob in your third year” You decided that you still wanted to add something to your hair to make yourself feel better.Not for the acceptance of the others and how they think your hair “should look”.

When he finally looked into your eyes you raised your eyebrows in expectance.You were almost waiting for him to say some sort of mean comment about you.

The truth was Draco was absolutely enthralled by you.He liked how when in first year you came into school with your hair in braids and beads of light brown, dark brown, and white beads.He liked when in second year you started to wear your hair out more often.The way it would always smell of Shea or Coconut.

But who was he to go up to a random person who barely knew him and say “oh your hair smells really nice”

He noticed how other kids would sometimes touch your hair and you obviously didn’t like that.You noticed that Draco wasn’t going to make some sort of mean comment you realized it was him who did it.You mouthed a “thank you” with a grateful smile and Draco nodded and smiled warmly.

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Weird thing is Draco probably gained his crush on you when he said saw that you two had both used an excessive amount of gel in your hair.

It was a dark time, second year, for you, and your hair, where slick backs were the only real things you knew how to do to style your hair.You wanted so badly to be like the other girls in your house who don’t even have to try with getting their hair up in the morning.Draco didn't mind though.

He liked when in third year you decided to wear your hair in an afro. He hated when he found you in a corner crying because some slytherin boys had said how your hair was “Worse than poor mudblood Grangers”.

Third Year

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He liked when he made up a story to his father and got the boys detention in the forbidden forest with Hagrid.He liked when he charmed a butterfly hair clip that he had charmed to flutter it's wings and left it on the outside of your dorm door.He had hoped none of your roommates would get to it before you did.

As he walked down the stairs and said in almost incoherent tone “They better not bloody get to it before her. What idiot would possibly think a flat golden butterfly clip y/n’s favorite animal was theirs? Merlin and who in their right mind would think that a baby blue box with the name y/n on it in golden letters was theirs?”

“Honestly” he scoffed as he continued down the steps he was met with Blaise Zambini’s wide grin.They walked side by side in silence until Blaise spoke up.

“Mate you’re absolutely whipped, sneaking to her dorm before she wakes up to drop off a clip?” He turned over to Draco and was met with a scowl that looked like it could kill.It didn’t phase him though and he continued with a wide grin.

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Blaise had known his friend had some infatuation with the girl ever since their second year when y/n passed by them and Draco leaned over and asked in an anxious tone,”Hey Blaise do ya think it'd be weird to tell someone their hair smells good”.

They had been working on finishing their potions essay and when he looked up he was met with a sight of his friends head in his hand as he admired you from across the common room.

Blaise obviously didn't want him to ruin his chance before he even got one, he smirked and answered with,”Mate.Yes.Don’t do that.” He looked over at Draco in a side eye way.Of course Draco didn’t notice he was too busy staring at you as you talked with Daphne Greengrass about with boy you think is the cutest at Hogwarts.He was trying to get closer to hear your response, in the process almost tipping over his ink. Blaise grabbed the ink swiftly and said in a stern tone ”I’m not kidding, that’d be bloody weird.”

“Right, it would be” he said in an almost dazed tone as he shook his head and went back to writing his potions essay.

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He liked you when you walked into the great hall ten minutes late with your group of friends.You had a slicked back ponytail with the clip right on the right side of it.

He liked you when he heard you say to your friends “Godric I’m telling you guys I love the person who gave me this clip” You said as you took the clip out your hair with a bright smile that in Draco’s opinion could make guy swoon “and get this the wings move, isn’t that brilliant?”

He was overjoyed that you seemed to enjoy the new presence of the butterfly clip.Blaise nudged him and widened his eyes.Draco finally got out of his daze and noticed you gave him a smile he quickly smiled back and looked down trying to hide the blush on his face as he looked down at his plate.

He could hear Blaise snickering on the side of him muttering something about “its sad you can’t just tell her already”

Fifth Year

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Draco was never the guy on the other end of the bullying but when Profferer Moody had transformed him into a ferret he was completely humiliated.He quickly responded with a harsh “My father will hear about this!”

That’s when he noticed you at the front of the crowd with almost tears in your eyes as you told McGonogall what happened.You really did always look perfect in his eyes.Your melanated skin was shining in the sun practically counting off the sun and that shimmering butterfly clip halfway flying around on your hair.Something about you just couldn’t stop Draco from looking admiring you.He decided to run and probably go hide somewhere from all of the humiliation.He was running so fast probably crying at this point over what happened that he couldn’t even hear some footsteps following him and few minutes later.

He was sitting down in some old nook in the castle crying of humiliation. Muttering words of “How dare he stick me down of all people bloody Crabbe’s pants” and “Godric in front of her too”.

He could barely hear the small and careful “Hi” you gave to him.

He quickly looked up with a harsh glare and when he noticed it was you his eyes softened and he responded with a small “Hey”.He then put his face back into his hands hoping that you would just go away. Even if he wanted you to stay.

“Merlin, she really is seeing me like this,” He thought.

He felt her sit by him and their legs practically touching.When she touched he flinched a bit at the contact.His father and mother did love him but his dad Lucius didn’t exactly show it through physical touch and he obviously couldn’t get his mum to come to the school and give him some kind of goodnight hug could he?

“Oh I’m sorry,I probably shouldn’t have done that,” She spoke in a rushed and apologetic tone as she started to move over to give him space.

“No you’re fine just not used to it is all” y/n felt herself saddened at those words and took it as an invitation to grab one of his hands and lace their fingers together.

At this point Draco felt like he was going to explode and even if his hands were wet from his tears he wasn’t about to pull his hand away.”Um, Draco, I just wanted to say that Moody had no right doing that” “Teachers aren’t even aloud to that here, even though you were coming after potter no one deserves that.

“Thanks for coming to comfort me, it really erm, means a lot from you” He said as he looked down at your hands the paleness of his and the brown tones of your contrasting against each other. The sight really did make his stomach erupt with butterflies but all Draco could come up with was he felt sick but a good sick.The girl he liked didn’t laugh at him when he got turned into a bloody ferret and she actually took the time to check up on him. That was enough for him.

“I’m happy it does” you said as you looked foward with a small content smile.They sat in a comfortable silence for a few seconds before y/n spoke “If it means anything,I think you make an adorable ferret” y/n said with a small laugh.Draco let out a breathy laugh and before he could even think he blurted out “Your hair smells really nice” 

Really Draco he thought you get her to sit next. to you, hold your hand, and you told her hair smells good?? Why can’t we just listen to Blaise Godric wha-” His racing thoughts were interrupted by y/n.

“Oh-Um well thank you” She responded with a small nod and a content smile and she knew this was the time.She turned to the boy beside her and said “you were the ones to get those boys detention for me right”

Draco looked up at her for the first time since she sat down eyes red and wide.He became a rambling mess and started to awkwardly state, “Well erm y-you know I just thought they deserved it b-becau-”

“And I’m also assuming you’re the one to give this clip?” She interrupted with the brightest smile her and Draco now looking at each other.

“Well erm-yes” he said meekly. He was still holding your hand resisting the urge to look down at them forever.

“How’d you know?” You said eagerly. Draco looked at you a bit confused until you said “How’d you know that a butterfly is my favorite animal?” 

Draco started to gain some confidence and said “Well I had been having a bloody crush on you since first year so I thought it was only appropriate to know your favorite animal at least ” He hadn’t noticed what he had just revealed as he continued to tell y/n things.“I’m really sorry about the hair comment too” He rambled “It's just that I've been waiting to get that compliment in since second year.” He mumbled in a way that was almost too low to hear then spoke up,“Blaise told me it was rather odd and that I shouldn’t tell you th-” 

That’s when he noticed her face.As if he hadn’t been admiring her for the past five years of his school life.She wore a look that was giving off all different kinds of emotions but the one that was mainly seen was happiness and appreciation.

“Godric no” y/n breathed out “I think that’s the best sort of compliment I could get” Draco looked at her brightly then she continued “and well” She started looking down at their entangled hands “I’ve liked you for a long time too” “If you wanted to know” She looked up at him and he was in a sort of shock? It was like he was waiting for her to say “only joking” and run away like one of the weasels.but she didn’t.

“Draco” She said in a singsong tone as she waved a hand in front of his now almost red face.

“Merlin” he breathed out with the brightest smile he could make “Well in that case IwaswonderingifyouwouldliketgotoHogsmeadewithme” He said in the fasted way he could ready to repeat it before she chirped back a quick, “Yes! Of Course!”

“I-” Draco started to repeat, “Wait you understood that?” He spoke back with an inquisitive look.

“I mean if you don’t want me to say yes-” She teased with a sly grin.

“No,I mean yes,I like that you like me and that you’re going to go to Hogsmeade with me,” he affirmed in a rushed manner. 

“Perfect!” She responded “How about we go clean you up then yea?”

“Right, that’ll be for the best,” he said with a small smile.

They shyly held hands the rest of the way walking to the prefects bathrooms and y/n helped clean up Draco. They finally talked with one another and Draco finally got the girl he was going after for five years.

Present Time

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“Fine fine alright” You sighed in defeat.

“Draco Malfoy your hair is THE most beautiful thing in this world.”

He had stop attacking you at this point and you two were in a criss cross position in front of each other, you were holding his face in both of your hands and the both of you were smiling like absolute idiots.

He looked at your with a grin that he was failing at trying to hide with a pointed expression.

You rolled your eyes and said “except for mine of course”

Draco Malfoy was by far the most dramatic person you’ve ever met in your life.

One day you were in a bookshop and told him that if he went to a muggle school he would be an spectacular theatre kid.Draco for some reason had taken that to great offense and went on saying how “his own bloody girlfriend doesn’t love him” and how “she thinks I’d be in some sort of theatrical arts like Pottah and his unruly ballet”

You honestly didn’t know if Draco was trying to be funny on purpose sometimes or if the things he said just flowed out like silk unlike his hair.

Now you sat under the big tree in the Malfoy Manor garden with Draco’s head on your lap, taking about how just because the conditioner is apple scented it doesn't make it any less bad for your hair.

A/N- hey lol, Anyways this is my first fic. I would really like any constructive criticism, anything you noticed off, or anything that you think needs improvements.I really haven't written anything non school related in a long time and I really want to get back into it :) 

Also it might just be me but if any one gave a comment on my hair and it included “your hair smells good” I would just dies on spot.maybe that's just me lol.Lastly, if you didn’t know I based using a bunch of gel in your in a second year off of myself lol so let’s just say my hair was not the best.Anyways have a good night or day <3