just saw your wish you would write post & responses lol ! love them all, you’re writing is amazing:)
i wish you would write about how obsessed dom is with brian’s hair lol, i loved seeing it in the MiT series and it doesn’t have to be from any specific universe just dom loving the blonde curls lmao
He truly is! I couldn't decide where to go here, like I was deeply tempted to write some never-happening scene of Brian shaving his head and Dom having to go through the five stages of grief, but I decided to be softer than that, lol
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One of their custom clients was taking fucking forever to make a goddamned decision so Dom was stuck hand-holding the bastard trying to get anything done. His grandmother's insurance was giving him a hassle about switching her to some other medication that her doctor hadn't asked for but was cheaper for them. Brian had a check with Dr. Chang coming up and that always got him worried in the lead up.
It had been a shit day for a lot of different reasons. So he worked out after dinner then took a shower. No slasher shit movie with the team tonight, he couldn't deal with another one of Letty's picks. He figured he would have the bedroom to himself after to unwind without having to worry that he was too pissy to be around Brian.
Every minute of every day, Dom was glad to see Brian in their bed.
Tonight was maybe not the best night for it.
Dom found Brian curled up on his side of their bed with one of the books Dom wasn't supposed to look at.
"Drive?" Brian asked.
So he had noticed Dom was in a bad mood.
That was usually good for getting out of his head but Dom really just wanted to lay here and do fucking nothing. He had one of his father's favorite songs playing in his head on repeat. It felt like Dad's way of saying 'you got this'
"Was going to lay down and listen to something," Dom admitted.
He watched Brian perk up a little, doing his memorizing thing. He studied them like they were science problems he was trying to work out sometimes. This wasn't something Dom usually did when a day had been shit so Brian had noticed right away.
"You want me to go?" Brian asked.
Dom shook his head. "Don't have to."
So Brian just sat there. Dom got his CD player going and the familiar music started playing. He laid down, no shirt with just a pair of sweats. He breathed.
Then Brian shifted around and laid his head on Dom's stomach. He still had his book, he had to be reading the thing sideways in this position. Once he was situated, he picked up Dom's hand and dropped it on his head.
See what he fuckin' meant? Brian memorized Dom's favorite things to do when he felt shitty and then offered them back in different combinations to try to wordlessly figure out what he needed.
Brian was offering up hair petting for stress relief.
Dom felt some of the tension bleed out of him. Fuck, he loved Brian so much. His fingers started carding through Brian's curls and the motion relaxed him. He had never given much of a shit about blondes before, he didn't have some fetish for guys with long hair, he never really gave much of a damn in any particular direction.
It was just Brian. Dom loved everything about him, these curls included.
He laid there and breathed. He listened to the music, let his eyes zone out on the way the gold of Brian's hair played with the light and he kept up the steady stroking that he was still so grateful to be allowed.
