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bloodyserratus · 7 months

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pairing: choso x fem!reader word count: 5.8k synopsis: yuji's getting married and you and choso are best man and woman. it's not your wedding though, so why do your hands keep ending up on each other? themes/warnings: SMUT! mdni, plot tho i was a smidge lazy about it, masturbation, piv intercourse, nipple play, nipple piercings!choso, sub-ish!choso, switchy reader, friends to lovers.

a/n: oof. i feel like this is a bit rushed, but he caught me on an ovulation week ig. would love to know what you think!

“YN!!”

Yuji’s familiar voice shouts your name before you can even reach the host stand. You smiled apologetically to the hostess before making your way towards him.

“Yu-ji, Yu-ji!” you hop excitedly towards the young man until you can wrap him up in a tight hug. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Thank you for inviting me to dinner.”

“Of course!” Yuji beamed back at you.

You glanced at the table and were surprised to see how many place settings there were. You seemed to have been the first to arrive and you wondered who all he had invited. The seats filled with Yuji’s friends one by one. Megumi and Nobara were familiar names and it was nice to finally match a face to them. You watched Yuji with curiosity, noticing that he seemed to be buzzing with a sort of unusual energy. Nerves, maybe, but you’d never known Yuji to be a particularly nervous person.

A shadow fell over you as you watched Yuji converse excitedly with his coworkers. You glanced up and did a double take when you realized it was Yuji’s older brother, Choso, standing over you.

“Oh shit,” you chuckled, squinting up at him. “Something big’s going on, huh?”

It had been many a year since Yuji had summoned both you and Choso together. Not because you didn’t get along or anything, but because your lives had simply taken you in different paths. Your work had moved you an hour from the city and so occasions where all three of you were together had grown increasingly rare.

Choso took the empty seat across from you and watched as your eyes flitted to his younger brother with suspicion. He was surprised at the sense of familiarity and comfort he felt seeing you, despite it having been probably two to three years.

Choso wondered how your parents were. You’d grown up as neighbors and your parents had welcomed Choso and Yuji as practically their own. While other adults whispered nasty things about their absentee parents, yours had shared nothing but care and kindness.

“Ay ay!” Yuji stood up suddenly, lifting a glass ceremoniously. “Thank you everyone for coming! I know it’s tough to get a big group like this together typically, so I appreciate you all making the time today.”

“As you can probably guess…I have an announcement to make,” Yuji continued, “So let's just get that out of the way.”

The woman next to him stood up and placed her hand in his.

“Yuko and I are engaged!” Yuji announced loudly.

You gasped, jaw dropping. Your eyes darted to Choso, filled with excitement. You'd met Yuko once when she and Yuji had first started dating. Granted it had been years, but time really flies! You looked on happily as the group tittered and got their questions answered.

When had this happened? Had they set a date? Would it be destination or local?

“Did you know?” you kicked Choso under the table.

“I knew he'd been planning,” he answered calmly.

“I can't believe it,” you pressed your palms to your cheeks. “I remember when they just started dating.”

“You don't get back here nearly enough,” Choso commented behind a sip of water.

“I know,” your face creased with guilt and your cheeks heated up.

Choso smiled. You still couldn't seem to tell when he was just teasing you.

“What do you think? This is a big deal,” you asked.

“Yuko’s a great girl. I think they make a lot of sense together.”

“That's great. If Yuji’s happy, I'm happy,” you grinned.

Choso nodded. He couldn't agree more. His eyes softened at the corners as he watched you. You were watching Yuji with such a fond expression.

You looked on as Yuko, Yuji, and his friends chatted excitedly. You were older and not quite a part of the friend group, so it was easy to sit back and observe. It was sweet to see the way that Yuji folded Yuko seamlessly in with his friends. They were clearly a tight knit group.

“What’s up with you these days?” Choso interrupted your quiet observations.

“Not too much, to be honest. Working at the same company. Switched roles, but mostly things are the same. You?”

“You know me. Sucking blood from kids,” he shrugged.

“Can you-?” you rolled your eyes so far back into your head that all he saw were the whites. “Must you say it like that?”

Choso was a phlebotomist at the children’s hospital. A perfect respectable career, but the way he chose to describe it was still the weirdest ever. Still it paid well and the schedule was reasonable. Choso was still giggling to himself when Yuko and Yuji appeared at your side.

“YN?” Yuji approached.

“Yeah?” you turned to the two with a smile.

“I-I…I have a favor to ask,” Yuko looked at you nervously.

“What is it?”

“Um…I don’t have much family left. I-, um. Would you be willing to help me with the wedding planning?”

“Oh!” your eyes widened as you processed the ask. “Yuko, of course! I’m so honored you asked! Thank you!”

“Thank you so much!” Yuko grabbed your hands excitedly and Yuji let out a sigh of relief.

Choso watched as you and Yuko exchanged phone numbers and made plans to meet up. He wondered if you still had the same phone number.

Your phone lit up with a message as you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. The contact was saved as a string of emojis, so you didn’t immediately recall who it was.

[⛓️👿♟️]: ‘is this still your #?”

[yn]: ‘who is this?’

[⛓️👿♟️]: ‘...rude’

[yn]: ‘????’

[⛓️👿♟️]: ‘it’s choso’

[yn]: ‘ohhhhhhhhhh! i must’ve saved you as these emojis ages ago. my bad!’

[⛓️👿♟️]: ‘what are my emojis?? 👀’

[yn]: ‘⛓️👿♟️’

[⛓️👿♟️]: ‘plz change those. 😑’

[yn]: ‘LOL don’t judge! those are from high school’

[yn:] ‘updated!’

[💉🩸]: ‘👀’

[yn]: ‘💉🩸’

[💉🩸]: ‘🥹 please’

[yn]: ‘not taking constructive criticism. good night’

[💉🩸]: ‘so mean’

You laughed, slipping your phone back into your pocket and gathering your things. You thought as you took the elevator upstairs. Once upon a time, you, Choso, and Yuji had been much closer. You’d been neighbors since you’d been born, but you hadn’t grown close until late middle school. Choso’s mother had fallen ill and then after her passing, their father, Ken, faded into absenteeism. Your parents had been unable to do anything other than welcome them in as their own. Afternoon’s and evenings were quickly filled with Choso and Yuji and the three of you became a reliable trio.

It was nice to see Choso. He had a few more years on him and it suited him.

…

You might have regretted saying yes to Yuko’s favor.

Not that you would've made a different decision, but more like you would've bought a wheelchair so that you could make Choso and Yuji push you around. Because of your limited availability, weekends had been packed with venue tours, dress fittings, and even a color analysis appointment for the four of you to help Yuko and Yuji decide on a color scheme. Nearly four hours just to learn that dark jewel tones suited you and Choso best.

You exhaled sharply, trying to keep up with Choso’s long strides. Today was maid of honor’s dress and best man’s tux trying day.

“Wait up. I got little legs!” you joked, tugging on Choso’s sweatshirt.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled goodnaturedly. “Was lost in thought.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” you teased, reaching up to tap him gently on the forehead.

Choso’s brow furrowed imperceptibly and he blinked down at you. He felt somehow flustered at your teasing.

“Come on!” you grabbed his hand absentmindedly and tugged him into the dress store.

“Hello!” the front desk attendant greeted you. “YN?”

“Yes! We made an appointment for nine thirty?”

“Welcome welcome! My name is May, let me show you to the fitting room,” she gestured to follow her. “We already received some notes from Yuko that we are going for jewel tones, so we’ve pulled out a handful of styles and colors to try and point us in viable directions.”

“Great!” you smiled, dropping your bag onto the couch before moving to the fitting room.

“And mister boyfriend or husband?” May turned to address Choso, “May I get you anything to drink?”

“Who?” Choso looked around. “Me?”

“Yes,” May smiled patiently.

“Water would be fine,” he answered. He must’ve misheard her.

“I’ll be right back!” she clapped her hands together sharply.

“Ooh, I love this color, but not the style,” you thought aloud as you emerged from the fitting room.

Choso agreed. As he had learned from the color analysis class, this color brought out a certain glow in your face.

You did a quick 360 for him before retreating back into the fitting room. May returned with water before you came back out with the second dress on. This one was much more suited to your shape, but the sleeves left something to be desired. A series of dresses were tried and shown to May and Choso before you tried one on that really dropped your jaw.

“You okay in there?” Choso’s deep voice checked in on you as you admired yourself.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out!” you called back, checking out the back one more time before opening the door.

“Wow…,” May’s hands came to cover her mouth with delight.

Shit. Choso sat up straight.

“I love this one,” you smiled at both May and Choso.

He nodded.

“That’s the one?” May asked kindly. “There’s absolutely no rush, so don’t feel shy about trying more on.”

“Ah, I suppose I should try a few more on, huh?” you nodded before spinning one more time in front of the trifold mirrors. This one would be hard to beat.

“Oh! I forgot! Are we taking pictures to send to the bride and groom? Or do we have full creative control today?”

“Ah shit!” you burst back out of the fitting room, holding the unzipped dress up to your chest. “We do need to take photos for Yuko. Choso, can you?” you looked toward him.

“Oh, yes, hold on,” Choso stood.

May helped to zip you back up while he searched through his pockets for his phone. He crouched back down a bit to center you in the frame and you gave him a bright smile, posing slightly. He gave you a curt nod when he was satisfied. This process repeated itself several times until you had about seven viable dress options and Choso had a veritable deck of photos in his phone for Yuko.

Then it was Choso’s turn.

“Phew! I’m glad to be back in my leggings,” you chuckled, flopping down on the couch.

“Wow, you are broad!” May remarked as she took Choso’s shoulder measurements.

Choso flushed at her comment as she moved expeditiously to his waist and then inseam.

“Are you even real?” she joked noting his shoulder to waist ratio. “Built like a Dorito chip.”

You snorted at this comment. May was kind of out of pocket and you loved it. You covered your mouth to try and hide your giggles. Choso had always been easy to fluster and apparently that hadn’t changed. Pink spread across the scrunch in his nose and crept up the tips of his ears. Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance, he was honestly adorable.

“Stop,” he whined while May pulled suits for him.

“Sorry, but that was funny,” you smiled apologetically at him, straightening your face.

“I’m not built like a Dorito!” he insisted.

“You kind of are though,” your eyes roved over him.

“You really are,” May echoed as she came back into the room with a handful of suits. “I’m gonna tell you now, we’ll need to tailor these. So I fitted to your shoulders and then we’ll pin the waist to get a sense of things now.”

Choso nodded, accepting the stack from May and retreating into the fitting room.

“So how long have you two been together?” May asked as you waited for him to emerge.

“Hm?” you looked up from your phone, “How long have we known each other? Since forever, I guess. We were neighbors growing up.”

“Ah, so you started dating more recently?”

You spat out your water.

“What?!” you looked at her with alarm. “We’re not-, what gave you that idea?”

“No?” May raised an eyebrow, giving it more serious thought. “You two look good together. It’s a vibe, I don’t know!”

Choso stepped out of the dressing room at this moment, eyebrows raised at the conversation he’d walked into.

“Oh!” your eyes widened, giving him a once over. He’d stepped out in a black suit with a deep purple dress shirt and black bow tie.

“What do you think?” he looked at you expectantly.

“You look good, man,” you nodded. “That color lady was right. Amethysty purple looks good on you too.”

“How’s the fit?” May asked, stepping towards him. “Do you have a comfortable range of motion in the arms? That’s usually the key point for suits.”

Choso moved his arms around, rotating fully above his head a few times and swinging his arms forward and backwards a few times. You couldn’t help but notice the way the shirt strained at his chest as he did so, buttons looking as if they might pop at any moment.

“It looks tight,” you couldn’t help but comment.

“It is a little,” Choso nodded, “Can we go up one size, May?”

“Sure thing!” May nodded, leaving again to grab more options.

“What do you think?” you asked behind him, watching his reflection in the mirror. “Do you want to go black suit and color dress shirt? Or do want to go color suit and black dress shirt?”

“I don’t know,” Choso shrugged, meeting your gaze in the mirror as he started to undo buttons. “I’ll try both, but I don’t really care either way. You tell me if you have a strong preference.”

“Okay,” you nodded, eyes glued to his fingers making quick work of the row of buttons.

“Whoo! Free show!” May remarked when she walked back in, quickly noting Choso’s now half exposed chest. “Here’s round two.”

“Thanks,” Choso chuckled bashfully. He was getting more accustomed to May’s bright personality.

May made a show of fanning herself as he stepped back into the fitting room. You laughed.

“I’m gonna try on the purple suit this time,” Choso called over the door.

“Sure!” you nodded.

“Okay, definitely not this,” he shook his head as he stepped out.

You had to agree. The large swath of purple was somehow…Wonkian. With a quick nod from May, Choso retreated once again, this time emerging with the black suit and purple shirt again.

“How’s that feel for sizing?”

“Good, but loose around the waist.”

“Ah yes, but that’s easily addressed,” May nodded, stepping behind him to pull darts into the shirt expertly. Like magic, the silhouette of the shirt tucked into a neat V.

“Come hold this please, YN?” she jerked her head at you. “I need to grab my safety pins.”

You nodded and grabbed the sections of fabric from May.

“This looks good,” you popped your head out from around him to remark.

Choso nodded. Your knuckles rested against the small of his back as you looked up at him. His skin prickled in a way that wasn't totally unpleasant.

“How was work this week?” you asked with a smile.

“Good,” he nodded. “Pretty busy but we were actually fully staffed, for once. You?”

“Not too bad! I'm between projects right now, so it was a fairly quiet week.”

“How is Yuji feeling about the wedding? Overwhelmed at all?”

“He seems fine,” Choso smiled.

You chuckled. That was typical, you supposed.

“Yuko seems a little overwhelmed sometimes.”

“I think so,” you nodded. “I get a panic text from her every so often. It's not too bad, just a lot of things to think about.”

Choso’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I'll talk to Yuji. If Yuko is feeling overwhelmed, he should step in and help.”

You looked at Choso with interest. Characteristically reliable.

“Found the pins!” May burst back in. “Sorry it took so long!”

“No problem,” you and Choso answered in unison.

You allowed May to pin the fabric of his shirt and Choso found himself missing your closeness when you stepped back.

“What do we think?”

“Good,” Choso nodded, tugging the suit jacket into place. “Is this color close enough to your dress?” he glanced at you.

“Oh yes, I think so,” May nodded, pulling the final dress selection out to compare.

“Then I think I'm all good,” he nodded surely.

You sent the pictures of Choso’s suit to Yuko as he changed back into his crew neck sweater and cargo pants. That was the Choso you were used to.

“Should we eat?” he smiled crookedly at you, reaching a hand out to pull you up.

“Sure!”

“I know a place,” he nodded, so you followed his lead.

…

You beamed at Choso excitedly. Cake tasting day!

“Excited?” he crossed his arms and cocked his head at you.

“Very! It's cake day!” you grinned goofily up at him.

“That it is,” he chuckled, glancing around for Yuji and Yuko. “I wonder where they are.”

“Will you call them? I'll go check in for the appointment at least.”

Choso nodded and you split up.

“Hello!” you greeted the front desk as you stepped in the door. “We have a ten-thirty appointment, but our bride and groom seem to be running a bit late.”

“Not to worry,” the receptionist smiled kindly at you.

“What's the word?” you asked Choso when he stepped inside.

“How do I, uh,” Choso flushed across the cheeks. “They're young and in love…and lost track of time. So they are going to be quite late. They think thirty minutes.”

“Oh dear,” your eyes widened and you looked towards the receptionist apologetically. “What should we do? I assume you're booked out quite a ways.”

“Yes,” she nodded regretfully. “If the two of you would like to proceed with the tasting and take notes for the bride and groom, I would recommend that as the best way to proceed.”

“Yes, that makes sense,” Choso nodded, “I am terribly sorry about this.”

“That's quite alright!” she smiled generously, “You’d be surprised that that's not the first time that's happened.”

You exchanged a surprised glance with Choso.

“Personally I’d love to be late because I was getting my back blown out instead of my usual reason, which is just poor planning.”

“Hah!” you let out a loud laugh at her remark, “Same, friend. While I am very happy for the bride and groom, all this wedding stuff is making me feel so single.”

Choso’s eyebrows raised with surprise.

“Hello my beautiful bride and groom!” a chef entered the room enthusiastically.

“Oh no, we're not,” you waved your hands at him.

“The bride and groom are running late so we will be taking notes for them,” Choso added.

“Ah, I see. Well when you are ready for your own wedding I hope you come back to see us!”

You and Choso both nodded goodnaturedly which seemed to satisfy the man, so he proceeded with cake samples. Yuko and Yuji had already decided on shape and tiers, so all you needed to do was provide input on flavors. You were grateful that the bakery had provided templates to take notes on because there seemed to be no end to the flavors you were shown.

“I think I hate cake now,” you mumbled to Choso at the end of it.

“Agreed. If I don't eat cake again until the wedding, I'd be just fine.”

You smiled at him.

“Oh you have some cake,” he gestured to his own mouth.

“Oh!” you licked your lips again and reached for a napkin.

“Here, let me,” Choso moved to brush the smudge off himself.

You didn't know what happened and neither did he, but at the end of the day Choso’s thumb slid into your mouth and your tongue had wrapped itself readily around it. Wide eyes met and you made a noise of confusion. Muffled by his large thumb, it sounded more akin to a moan.

Choso’s heart stopped for a moment. He was panicking but also frozen, staring at your lips pursed around his digit. Your mouth was wet and warm and he felt strongly that this was something that should have remained unknown to him. Then the friction of your tongue against the pad of his fingertip sent a jolt of adrenaline through him.

“Shit, I-,” he finally unfroze and pulled his hand back. “I didn't mean-.”

“Me neither,” you shook your head furiously. You were still hot with embarrassment when the receptionist came in to tie things up with you.

Awkward silence lingered over you when you and Choso left. Your goodbye was short and thoughts of his fingers plagued your mind as you drove back home.

…

Choso turned onto his stomach again. He couldn't sleep. Couldn't do much after what had happened today. Not because it was something he felt you couldn't recover from.

No, it was the want. It had settled in the pit of his stomach like a heavy weight and ignoring it wasn't helping at all.

“Fuck,” he huffed, hips grinding into the mattress. The friction was a welcome relief from the pulsating throb he’d been doing his best to ignore.

“Oh,” he exhaled sharply as he picked up the pace. He dragged his length across the soft, microfiber sheets and pictured your cheeks hollowing as you sucked around him.

He let out a ragged whine and flipped onto his back again. It wasn't enough. He propped himself up on his pillows and reached into his waistband. He cupped himself and reached for his phone. He flipped to the pictures of you saved there and zoomed in on your face. Whatever guilt he had was quickly pushed away to make room for his wild arousal. He wrapped his long fingers around himself and pumped his hips up into his fist

“YN,” your name fell from his lips repeatedly as he thrust up into his fist. His brow knotted and sweat beaded on his nose as he sought some form of relief.

…

You stared into the dark void of your room as you traced the shape of your lips. Memories of earlier replayed in your mind. The sensation of Choso’s thumb sliding across your lower lip. The friction of the pad pressing against your tongue. The wet ‘pop’ that sounded when he’d pulled back, panicked. You groaned, turning on your side and pressing your thighs together. Sadly it did not settle the throbbing, but it did offer some minor relief.

“Ah fuck it,” you sighed, reaching into the top draw of your nightstand. You fished around for your trusty, purple vibrator and settled into the pillows so you could get this out of your system.

You did your best not to think of Choso. Well…you made an attempt.

But as soon as you closed your eyes, your mind flooded with images of Choso. Over you, supporting himself with his muscular arms as his eyes bored into. Under you, whimpering and moaning prettily, his face flushed from sensation. Kissing your neck from behind as his hands squeezed your hips.

You squeaked as the vibrator buzzed to live and you trailed it along your inner thighs. You wondered briefly how Choso might react to it being used on him and you gushed at the thought. He was so expressive…it would be so fun to just ruin him.

“Shit!?” you gasped, eyes opening as an orgasm rolled through you unexpectedly. You blinked in surprise. It usually took you much longer than that.

You contemplated for a moment while you still had post-orgasmic clarity. As someone who didn’t tend towards topping, it was surprising to feel so attracted and aroused by the idea of doing so to Choso. The idea of pressing your fingers in his mouth quickly pushed the clarity away. Imagining his soft, wet pants through your wet, slick fingers instead sent you straight down the path of unbridled madness instead.

…

“Hey!” you smiled when you saw Choso’s tall figure round the corner.

“Hey,” he smiled lazily. “Ready?”

“Yep,” you nodded, pretending as if you hadn’t spent several nights out of the last week fantasizing about this man.

You stepped into the bridal store with him. It was time for the tailored fittings. May handed you your respective garments and you both stepped into separate fitting rooms. The tailored dress fit like a glove. You smiled with delight as you spun around, getting a sense of the back.

“I love it!” you grinned at May when you stepped out. Her face lit up with delight, giving you a once over.

“You look amazing, holy shit!” she remarked.

Choso’s ears pricked, listening to you and May titter excitedly about the dress. He couldn’t wait to see you. He hurried about tucking the dress shirt into his pants and then tugging on the jacket before he stepped out to join you.

“Oh,” you breathed softly when you saw him.

He looked incredible. The suit really emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The dark purple color contrasted nicely against his skin and emphasized his eyes.

“This looks great,” you murmured, stepping forward to run your hands over the lapels. The material looked so soft.

“Ssh!” Choso jerked as if he’d been hit and you pulled back quickly.

“What?” you asked, eyebrows creased with worry.

“No, sorry,” he smiled apologetically at you. “It just took me by surprise. You grazed my piercings.”

“Piercings?” you cocked your head, staring at his chest with confusion. Heat crept up your neck and cheeks as you realized…where the piercings were.

Choso looked away, blushing too, at your realization.

“Sorry, I didn’t know,” you blinked up at him. “Can I-, um,” your hands reached out of their own accord. What the fuck were you even asking?!

“Oh, uh…,” Choso blinked. His brain wasn’t fully functioning but he knew he wanted your hands on him again. “Yeah,” he swallowed loudly.

You stepped towards him, unable to meet his eyes. You slipped your hands under his lapels and slid them across his chest. Your fingers splayed and traced over his ribcage, his toned torso, and up to his pecs. You could feel the way his chest expanded and contracted with each breath.

Choso watched you as your hands roamed. You wouldn’t look at him, but your hands explored him greedily. His breaths were shallow as your fingertips searched out his piercings. An exhale hitched in his throat when they finally met. Your fingertips were gentle as they traced the beads. He bit back a moan as your fingertips brushed against his nipples, feeling the flesh around the bar, through the fabric of his shirt. It was difficult to ignore the way he was straining against his slacks.

“Choso,” you exhaled breathlessly and looked up at him. His face was red and his brow was scrunched up.

“I-, oh?” May walked in, pausing suddenly at your proximity.

“Ah, hi May!” you turned quickly to face her.

“Hello! How are we doing in here?” she asked, eyes flitting between you and Choso slowly.

“Good,” you nodded.

“Everything fits well?”

“Yes,” Choso nodded. He was eager to wrap this up so that he could discuss what had just occurred with you.

“Wonderful!” May smiled. “Well then you can get changed back into your street clothes. Yuko requested that we hold onto the entire party’s dresses and suits until the day of the event, so they will be here.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded.

You ducked back into the dressing room and tried to get a grip. What the hell had you been thinking? You needed to eat some grass. You shook your head as you changed back into your casual clothes. You waited for a moment or two, but then wondered if he had left already. Shrugging, you supposed that you didn’t need to wait for him and so stepped outside.

“Hey,” he scared the living daylights out of you as you walked by, checking messages on your phone.

“Shit, hey,” you hissed at him with surprise.

“Should we talk?” he looked down at you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“We should,” you nodded, “But I’m nervous.”

“What for?” he asked with a soft smile.

You supposed that was a good question. This was Choso after all.

“I just,” you huffed, “Not sure I have an explanation.”

Choso stepped forward, bringing himself toe to toe with you. He lowered his face to yours before he spoke again.

“You like me?”

You contemplated for a moment before relenting. Of course you did.

“Yes,” you met his gaze, lips nearly grazing his now.

“Would you like to act on it?”

You didn’t have to think too hard about this one.

“Yes,” you nodded.

Choso grinned and placed his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He lowered his lips against yours and kissed you enthusiastically.

“I’ll be honest. You got me fired up in there,” he chuckled against your lips. “But I don’t need to go fast if you’re not ready.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled against his lips. Choso was so respectful. “You got me bad.”

“Did you drive?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Want to come to mine?” he suggested.

You nodded and he led you to his car.

Your bodies were a jumble after he managed to unlock his door. You kissed along his jaw, down his neck, and nipped at his collarbone as he backed you towards his bedroom. You let your hands roam freely this time, tracing the flexing lines of his muscles eagerly. What the hell was he hiding under there?

As if he’d read your mind, Choso leaned back for a moment and pulled his shirt off over his head. Your mouth fell open with surprise. Your eyes traced from his face, over his shoulders, down the sides of his torso, and landed on the dusting of hair below his belly button.

“What the fuck?” you brought your hands to your mouth. “You look like that?!” you nearly shouted at him.

“What?” he shrugged, having the audacity to be shy.

“Lay down, please,” you insisted, grabbing him and pushing him onto the bed. A body like that really did deserve to be worshiped.

You held yourself up over him and pressed a soft kiss against his chest. Choso beamed at you before you blazed a trail down his torso. You placed kisses across his jaw, down his neck, and into his collarbone. You bit gently on his full pec and paused just before his nipple.

“Is it okay?” you looked pointedly at him.

“Yes!” he nodded furiously. He was aching for you.

“Hm!” you hummed with delight and lowered your mouth to him. Your tongue rolled over the piercing, savoring the new sensation.

Choso squeezed his eyes shut as you tongued his sensitive nipple. Sweat was beading up on his nose and brow as you, knowingly or not, tortured him, pulling loud and strangled moans out of him. His large hands found purchase on your hips where you straddled him and he bucked up desperately against you, needing some sort of friction or relief.

You shivered slightly when you unlatched your mouth. It was surprising how much the sounds of Choso’s moans spurred you on.

“You. Are. So. Gorgeous.” you spoke as you placed more kisses against his serratus, lats, and abs. You nuzzled your nose against his happy trail as you pulled his sweatpants down over his hips.

Choso groaned when you grasped him at the base. You kissed your way up the underside before swallowing him into your wet, warm mouth. He was big. Your lips stretched around his girth as you sucked up and down his veiny length.

“Enough,” you were surprised when he pulled you off of him. “I need to be inside of you,” he explained.

You nodded, making quick work of your clothes. You climbed back on top of him and he positioned himself against your wet lips, spreading you apart with his fat head. You rested your forearms on his shoulders as you worked your hips, coating the dark head of his cock with your juices.

“Shitttt,” Choso groaned, deep and throaty as you teased him. “Please, I need more,” he begged.

“Yes,” you answered him simply and lowered yourself onto him completely. You moaned contentedly as he stretched you out.

Choso gripped your hips, helping as you bounced up and down his shaft. His eyes glazed over watching his cock disappear repeatedly into your juicy cunt and his hands gripped you so hard that they might bruise. He tugged you down over and over again, ramming himself into you deep and hard.

“Choso, baby,” you gasped, hands in his hair now for support as he fucked you. “I’m close. I’m so close, baby.”

Choso grinned at 'baby' and nodded, keeping the pace as your orgasm crashed through you. He found himself marveling at how gorgeous you looked as you came apart, bouncing on his cock for him.

“You good?” he asked as you recovered, still lodged deep inside of you.

“Really good,” you smiled at him, skin glowing with sweat. An idea popped into your head suddenly. “What are the chances you have a vibrator?” you asked coyly.

“Why?” he regarded you with suspicion.

“No reason,” you giggled, tracing his nipples with your fingertips gently. You were rewarded by a twitch of his cock, which was all the confirmation you needed.

“I don’t have one, sadly,” he shook his head, shuddering as you continued in little semicircles over his nipples. Your hips followed shortly, grinding against him and Choso’s breathing developed into ragged whimpers and moans.

“That’s okay,” you lapped at his other nipple with your tongue as his face got redder and redder.

“Fuckkk,” he cursed, high pitched and desperate as he grew somehow harder inside of you.

You increased speed slightly, circles tighter and faster against his pert nipples as you bounced on top of him. Choso buried his face into your neck before letting out a loud groan. He held you down on him, releasing deep inside with a few heavy twitches.

“Next time, come to mine,” you smiled mischievously at him. “I do have a vibrator.”

Choso let out a genuine chuckle before pulling you into his chest in a warm hug.

“Deal.”

#choso smut #choso x reader #choso fanfic #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #choso imagine #jjk imagine #choso fluff #serrated writing

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total-drama-brainrot · 25 days

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When my cat is misbehaving, I threaten to give her hugs and kisses, until she runs and hides, so... TD Noah AU, where the ONLY thing that can truly scare Noah is getting hugged, kissed and shown affection in public... When Noah tries to skip the dodgeball challenge, Owen (his best friend) playfully threatens to cuddle Noah on the sidelines, unless Noah helps the team... Noah quickly agrees to help with a grumpy blush on his face... Alejandro thinks that this fact is hilarious! 😸

I can see this. Noah's got a reputation to uphold, after all. A reputation of being an insufferable know-it-all asshole, sure, but it's a reputation none the less. Letting people know that he likes being hugged? Mortifying. His worst fear- it goes against His Brand™.

Him being afraid of PDA, platonic romantic or otherwise, is a pretty funny idea when you consider the fact that his best friend Owen is more-or-less infamous for dragging people into his arms at the drop of a dime. He lives under the constant threat of an Owen-brand hug attack, anywhere, anytime, and that fact terrifies him.

Actually, in this scenario, I think Owen would be a little more conservative with his clinginess concerning Noah - he's not that inconsiderate, and he'd know that Noah's not a fan of public affection (but secretly just as much of a hugger as he is). Not that he's be any less tactile, he'd just be quicker to apologise for unthinkingly showing his best buddy his affections.

To bring it back to the Dodgebrawl episode:

By this point in the series, Noah and Owen have shared a cabin for (assumedly) six nights and had around a week to build their friendship. They're not as close as they are in World Tour, but that's more than enough time for Noah to know about Owen's cuddliness and, in turn, for Owen to know about Noah's physical evasiveness.

But, at this point I think Owen would be under the impression that Noah's entirely touch averse as opposed to just PDA averse. It's during this challenge that his initial assumption starts to shift towards the truth.

Owen notices that Noah's refusal to participate is getting him some negative attention from the rest of the team, and in a moment of quick thinking volunteers himself as the next person to sit out before Noah can make his "keeners" comment. Noah's a little ticked off by this, and tries to argue that Owen would be a more useful team member then him, but Owen comments something about Noah needing to get some team spirit via "motivational hugs" (or something along those lines) and suddenly Noah is very much okay with not going anywhere near Owen or the benches.

Curiously, Owen notices, Noah hesitates at his offer for a hug. For a moment he looked almost considerate, before his face flushes with embarrassment (which he staunchly denies afterwards, since Noah's adamant that he doesn't get embarrassed) and he vehemently denies needing one, quickly resigning himself to actually helping the team instead. It's just enough to get the cogs turning in Owen's mind; apparently, hugs work as negative reinforcement for Noah.

Owen's more than happy to abuse this fact to prompt Noah into actually trying during challenges. Talent show? Owen subtly threatens to hug Noah unless he, at the very least, tries to showcase a talent. Phobia Factor? Owen offers moral support via affection to motivate Noah into facing his phobia (whatever it may be) and the threat of being publicly coddled is enough to have Noah disregard his fear entirely and complete the challenge. Ect ect.

Owen has his suspicions, but things aren't cleared up for him until after Island is over and done with. Wherein Owen confronts Noah about the quirk he's pick up on, and Noah- now reassured that his every action isn't being recorded and potentially broadcast for the world to see- admits that he actually kind of likes being hugged, but doesn't like public displays of affection. It's a secret he'd only share with his best friend. So Owen promises to keep quiet about it (which as we all know isn't something Owen's very good at, but he tries his best) and resolves to save the majority of his tactile-ness for when they're in private.

Leading to World Tour, where Owen utilises this same trick he used in Island to have Noah pull his weight on the team. Like he's a border collie wrangling the world's grumpiest sheep.

Alejandro's quick to pick up on this repeated exchange, and quicker to connect the dots. Somehow, the threat of affection seems to motivate their laziest team mate into picking up his slack; of course he too takes advantage of this fact.

Noah, understandably, is pretty pissed off that two of his team members are now using his completely rational aversion towards PDA against him, and eventually snaps.

If it's Owen who tests his last line of patience, Noah would be a little more considerate in his confrontation. He'd ask why Owen's so intent on trying to smother him to death with hugs (especially when he knows that Noah doesn't like the public aspect of it), to which Owen would sheepishly answer that, whilst he's always been a pretty physically affectionate guy, he's also been using the threat of cuddles to motivate Noah into trying his best. Noah would be torn between being genuinely impressed by Owen's cunning and absolutely mortified that he's been playing into his best friend's scheme for so long. And Owen would reassure him that there's nothing for him to be embarrassed about and that he knows that Noah's "afraid of PDA" and Noah would outright deny that accusation because he's not afraid of PDA, that's absurd, he's just reasonably against it.

To which Owen would challenge him into proving he's not afraid, because he's a little shit who's intentionally tricking his best friend into giving him a goddamn hug. Which works, of course, since Noah's pretty prideful and wouldn't take an attack against his ego sitting down (which is something we see in his boy kissing denials in Haute Camp-ture), so Noah ends up being the one to initiate a hug with his chubby buddy. And Owen takes the opportunity to literally smother him in affection, and Noah quickly forgets his hesitance in his enjoyment of Owen-brand cuddles, at least until someone else walks in on the display and comments on the novelty of Noah actually letting someone else touch him.

The scene can play out however you want from there.

If it's Alejandro who breaks Noah's last straw the confrontation would be a little less cordial , Since Noah and Owen already have an understanding between them, whilst Alejandro just sort of jumped on the band wagon as he saw fit. Noah wouldn't appreciate the sudden change in behaviour and he's sharp enough to know exactly what Alejandro's playing at too- that is, using Noah's obvious aversion to PDA against him. It's a coin toss as to whether Noah figures out that both Owen and Alejandro are playing him, or if he just thinks that Alejandro is being a dick for the sake of, well, being a dick.

In this scenario, I imagine Noah either recoiling away from Alejandro trying to do something that just pushes the boundary between casual and overly friendly, like a one-armed hug or trying to hold his hand, and/or outright punching him away. Because he's not about that energy, and Alejandro's been testing both his boundaries and his patience for far too long.

So Noah would put his foot down, demanding to know why Alejandro keeps being so tactile with him. And Alejandro would in turn explain that he's just a touchy person, since he's shown a tendency for such in his many flirting attempts, and Noah would immediately call his bullshit because he knows that Alejandro only ever gets up close and personal with other people when he's trying to seduce them and- wait.

Is Alejandro trying to seduce him?

To which Alejandro immediately denies, because that really wasn't his intention at all, he was just utilizing Noah's avoidance towards physical touch to motivate him into being a better teammate- and he's just admitted his (and Owen's) whole scheme to the guy himself. As a result Noah is even more upset; not only is Alejandro making him uncomfortable, but he's knowingly doing so. As a strategy for the competition they're in.

Again, a small part of him is astounded by the play, but for the most part Noah's just incredibly pissed off. Alejandro tries to mitigate the situation by turning the absurdity on it back at Noah; why is he so against something as negligible as human contact? His prickliness is a detriment to himself and their team, Alejandro's simply doing him a favour by getting him accustomed to others' proximity. Is Noah really that scared of a hug?

And again, it plays out like the Owen situation where Noah denies being scared at all, because he's far too prideful for his own good, and Alejandro challenges him into letting himself be held and not punching him again because Alejandro is also too prideful for his own good and sees Noah's constant rejection of him as a direct insult to his charm.

Cue a scene where Noah irately subjects himself to actually hugging Alejandro as petulantly as possible, only for his secret love of physical affection to get the better of him.

Alejandro is surprised, to say the least, when the stiff and uncooperative form of Noah seems to melt in his arms after a few moments of their spite-fuelled hug. Thus Alejandro becomes the next victim of the Noahla Bear- a creature hellbent on trapping others in his vice-like embrace.

(And as a treat, maybe add in some touch-starved Alejandro here? Who's torn between the internal battle of "I should be doing something productive with this free time, not letting the resident twink cuddle me to death" and "yeah, but have you considered the fact that you've never felt this safe and secure in someone else's arms since you weren't held as a child?")

#lots of hugging happening in my inbox for some reason #odd but i guess it's cute so i'm not complaining #anon's so right about noah being a grumpy cat who runs away at the first sign of affection #kin assigning Miette to noah so i can make characters kick him like the football #total drama #td noah #td owen #td alejandro #nowen #alenoah #others' ideas #replies #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

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howdoesagrapewrites · 11 months

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Pavitr and Gaytari anon back, I’ve kept thinking about Tricycle all week tbh. Since your requests are open, could I ask for a sequel to tricycle h.aha poking fingers?

(I hope you’ve been having good days as well!)

𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨

Cw: fluff, poly!fem!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh, probably inaccurate description of how the spider people spend their days off, the squad meeting Gayatri and Y/N

Notes: I'm delighted people were so receptive to that fic, I had a lot of fun writing it<3 thank you for your support!!

>Pavitr had of course told everyone about you two

>And while some were just touched by the deep affections of the lover boy, like Gwen or Jessica, others (Miguel) would appreciate if he shut up about his partners while important reunions

>"This is not the subject, please stop interrumpting, if it's so important to everyone to meet Pavitr's partners, please plan it outside of this and cut it"

>So the core four followed Miguel's advice and went to Mumbattan to meet the people his friend was always gushing about

>However, Pavitr had to find a good excuse to avoid telling you he was spiderman and explain where did he meet such a... Colorful group

>You and Gayatri knew he was Spiderman but honestly you wouldn't tell him, he's probably so proud he'd been able to keep it a secret:(

>So he said these are his work colleagues :3 you know, from the part time job he obviously has and always lines up with spiderman's public apparitions and never ever comes up? :3

>he's such a terrible liar omg

>"What do you think he means by work colleagues? More spidermans?" You asked, getting dolled up with your girlfriend for the meeting

>"Maybe, or maybe they're other heroes we don't know about" she uncapped the lipstick, a rich wine colour she bought for you so you could match (and kiss without the colour of your lipsticks clashing) "pucker up"

>you did as she said, waiting for the lipstick, but she gave you a quick peck on the lips before holding your chin and applying the product with a content smile

>You met your boyfriend on the park, like you scheduled

>You waved at his friends, and he leaped to hug you both

>"This is my girlfriend, Y/N, and this is my girlfriend's girlfriend, Gayatri, she's also my girlfriend" Pavitr announced, very proud

>Gayatri got along easily with Gwen, her undeniable kindness and accesible personality being great to ease Gwen's anxious first impression, Miles was also very outgoing, and asked a lot of questions about how you three met, and how you started dating

>Hobie wasn't as quick to start conversation, but it had a natural flow since it began

>You were very well received by his friends, but a couple hours of hanging out in, your boyfriend started to look at you with puppy eyes

>You were sitting close to Hobie, he was talking about his band and other things, you actively listened and made some comments, you felt something grab your hand, and saw Pavitr putting your palm in his face, cradling his face

>"It's alright everyone, I know they're wonderful, don't steal my girls away"

>Everyone laughed loudly, they've never seen Pav so legitimately upset over anything, and now he looks like a kicked dog

>"It's a'hight, we wouldn't, you'd threw yourself off a bridge if we did" Hobie said, only partially joking

>"It's getting late already anyway" Miles warned

>They agreed to leave, but Gwen lingered a few seconds on her goodbyes to you and Gayatri, Pavitr frowned and started moving his hands to signal her to leave

>"Challo, challo, you have work to do, we'll see each other" he said to his friends before they left, turning to you, and put each arm into your shoulders to hug you both tenderly, his hair tickled your face as he held you close, you and Gayatri held hands on Pavitr's back

>Gayatri let out a low, airy giggle, and you whispered reassuring words into your boyfriend's ear

>"I think we made a good first impression" your girlfriend winked at you with a sultry smile

#atsv pavitr #pavitr x reader #pavitr x gayatri #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #gayatri singh #Gayatri x reader #Gayatri Singh x reader #atsv x reader #spiderverse pavitr

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Got inspired by this

Steve regretted laughing. Which is something he never thought he'd feel. But as he cackled at something Robin said, he saw the look on Dustin's face and wished he could take the laugh back. Robin went to go and show a customer something and Dustin slid over to him.

"Remind me again how she isn't 'the one'?"

"She's a one. One of a kind. The kind I don't wanna lose by asking her out."

"Whatever happened to the Harrington charm?", Dustin asked.

"Doesn't work on girls like Robin." Steve ignored him by trying to escape to the backroom. Of course Dustin followed, employees only be damned.

"I don't even think you've tried. Which confuses me. But what's got me even more confused is how you've seemed to stop trying altogether."

"Why are you so invested in my love life, huh?"

"Ew, gross", Dustin winced. "I'm not invested. I'm just tired of hearing you whine about never finding love-"

"I don't whine!"

"SO just ask her out already. Even if she says no, you can still be friends. Like Jonathan and Nancy."

Steve rolled his eyes. Then saw a lightbulb go off in Dustin's head.

"Well since Nancy's single again-"

"I'm gay!"

For the first time ever Dustin shut his trap. Steve thought he should get a trophy for this. Except he realized what he just said. Dustin, with all the grace of someone who had just been blindsided, hugged Steve tight.

"I'm...I'm here for you, man."

It was so sweet that it made Steve feel like shit. But only a little. Because now Dustin couldn't keep trying to matchmake him and Robin. Or Nancy.

Turns out the love boat only stopped for a couple days.

Steve was hanging out in his room when he heard footsteps approach. Dustin came in without a single knock.

"Um, hello? How did you get in?"

"Some lady let me in."

Steve raised a brow. "You mean my mom?"

Dustin shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Anyway, what about Gary?"

"....Who? For what?"

"Gary? He works at the art supply store. He's gay, why not him?"

Steve shot up and shut his door like a zombie was coming. "What the fuck are you talking about Henderson?!", he hissed quietly.

"Gay people deserve love too, Steve. So how about it?"

Steve rubbed his face. Forget about how Dustin knew about some random dude's sexuality, apparently he wasn't one to be deterred.

"You can't just set me up with any guy. Or any gay guy."

"You've slept around with just any girl? Why are guys different? Seems pretty discriminatory Steve."

He wanted to strangle this kid. More than that though, he wanted to go back and slap his past self. He could have said anything. Said he was into old ladies-no, then Dustin would be sending him on blind dates to the senior center.

It felt like the only thing to get Dustin off his case would be if he was in a serious relationship with someone.

Then a second person came into his room without knocking and Steve wondered if he should be walking around naked more.

It was Jonathan.

And Steve got another bright idea.

"I can't just go out with anyone. Because I'm already dating Jonathan."

"What?!", two voices shouted out and Dustin gave Jon a look.

"Why do you sound surprised?"

Jonathan looked to Steve for help and Steve tried to convey the best he could with his eyes.

"I...we never....put a label on it....?"

Steve could kiss him if he was at all interested in men. To sell it a little better, he put an arm around his shoulders. Dustin was left speechless for the second time in a week and Steve was definitely putting it in his journal for posterity.

This time he gave them both pats on the back and walked out silently.

"Don't tell anyone!", Steve shouted behind him, then closed his bedroom door.

"Hey, um, the hell?", Jonathan asked.

"Thank you for being so cool with that."

"I'm learning to be more chill. But still, explain?"

Steve told him the whole story as they sat on his bed and through it all, Jonathan looked nothing but understanding.

"So, how long do we need to pretend to be boyfriends?"

"Who says we need to pretend?", Steve raised a brow.

"You just told Dustin."

"It's a secret we're keeping", Steve said, getting up to pace about his room. "Which means we just act normal. Later we can tell Dustin we broke up."

"How much later?"

Steve pondered. "....Once I'm engaged?"

"Steve!"

"Jonathan, please?"

He looked conflicted. This just seemed like a lot of stupid work just to convince Dustin. "You get 2 months? Got it? Put it on your calendar."

"Thank you! I'll do it right now!" Steve grabbed a pen and went over to the calendar that hung on the wall. He went to February 3rd and put a broken heart on the date.

"Subtle."

"No one else looks at this thing. Alright. If our break up is bad enough maybe Dustin will stop butting his head in."

"What if the others find out?", Jonathan asked.

"No one else is gonna know."

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Lucas had been noticing that Dustin had that weird grin on his face for the past week. The 'I know something you don't know' grin. While sitting in Steve's living room, shoulder to shoulder with Max, who he nudged.

"You notice anything off with Dustin?"

"You mean more than the usual offness? Yes, actually."

"What do you think it is?", Lucas asked.

Will came to sit on Lucas' other side. "My guess is he has a secret. But what, I don't know."

"So it's pretty obvious, right?", Lucas said.

"No, I said as much to Mike and he said I was being crazy and that Dustin wouldn't keep anymore secrets after Dart."

Their eyes went over to Dustin, who was grinning at the group who was deciding on the movie they were gonna watch. Steve and Eddie were in a heated conversation while Jonathan was trying to be a mediator.

Steve was flapping around a vhs so hard it threatened to sail across the room and Jonathan grabbed his wrist to still it, scared for the innocent movie.

"Get a room, you lovebirds", Dustin called out.

All eyes turned towards him.

Part 2

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #this'll probably have like 3-5 parts #so buckle up for a nice sunday drive

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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I'M GIGGLING SO HARD LOOKIGN AT WHAT I CAUSED JUST BY SAYING YOU NEED TO WASH DOTTORE😭😭

But this also gave me a brainrot aboit bathing with harbingers

YES PANTALONE IS A RICH BASTARD and uses tons of skin and hair caring products. He enjoys being taken care of and will do the same in return, that's a fair exchange. Just wash his hair and listen to him complaining about his co-workers asking for budget raise for 10th time this month I think he's very stressed and tired by the end of the day, he might even doze off right in bath, since it's warm here and you gently stroke his hair (he looks cute-but wake him up please or he'll end up with sore neck)

Columbina gives me vibe of a person, who uses a lot of silly stuff, like bath bombs or salt. She's playful and will splash you, which will turn into a war with water being all over the floor (poor people who'll have to clean it up..). She's another one to possibly fall asleep in bathtub, so wake her up too. She also sings in shower

We should stop slandering only Dottore, bc Childe is also a type of person to give you a biiig hug, while covered in blood. But, well, he's easier to get to wash himself. Like Bina, he's also playful and will summon small water animals to entertain both of you (he will create a small narval and gently bup it on your nose... Before breaking it, so you'll have water over your face, bc you're so adorable when flushed!! You're allowed to splash him for this)

I think Sandrone forgets about bathing, drowned in her work and if you invite her, Sandrone will say she'll take a quick shower to return to her work. Please convince her to come with you, she needs rest. In bathtub, all of her thoughts are about unfinished projects :(

YEA STINKYTTORE IS SOMETHING ELSE 😭😭💀 AND OMG THANK YOU FOR THESE BRAINROTS💖💖💖

Hehe YES it's obvious Pantalone only uses the most exquisite, high-end products (have you seen his hair? absolutely LUSCIOUS) He probably made a deal with the company to have the stuff delivered to him regularly so he doesn't need to keep buying it lol, but YES he lovesss to pamper you but he also adores being pampered in return. But you gotta make sure you're a pro at it, don't tug or pull on his hair too roughly, be gentle when washing him, you know what I mean. Make sure to sympathize with him and be very soft as he complains to you about how that doctor is using up his funds with no progress. Make sure to give him lots of kisses when he decides the perfect napping place is laying on your chest in the middle of the big af bath tub 😭 (Also get him out of there because a sore Pantalone is a grumpy Pantalone) But he'd also be the kind of guy to be romantic as hell and put candles around the bath and have a book to read in there too :3

AND OMFGG 100% AGREE ON COLUMBINA SHE LOVES TO DO STUFF LIKE THAT. You two always try out new things to put in the bath, I feel like she's really one of those self-care people so your skin is gonna be ultra soft. Though she is extra silly and loves to set you up for literal ATTACKS by her (throw the rubber duckies at her pls) And yea she can fall asleep literally anywhere so try your best to get her out 😭 OMG the singing in the shower😭😭 I love her she definitely gets the best song ideas in there with you... it's brainstorm time

I HATE TO SAY IT BUT YOU'RE 100% RIGHT ON CHILDE...😭😭 Bro comes back after destroying multiple Hilichurl and Treasure Hoarder camps and is ready to hug you to death... baby i love u but CLEAN UP FIRST. But at least he actually loves the baths/the water in general so it's actually quite fun (you're just sad for the person who needs to wash his clothes 💀) He's actually so cute after a shower because his hair is all damp but then you get to see it fluff up back to life with that long ahoge 😭 He's also extra cuddly and won't let go of you <3

SANDRONE BABY NO... get her robots to turn against her. Don't let her leave until she's had a long, warm bath. Her mind will still probably drift to her robots and incomplete puppets... but give her a really good scrub and wash (she won't admit it but she feels way better after working nonstop) (she dives back right into working nonstop again though) Though i feel like she secretly likes to be pampered, lol she doesn't even walk by herself, her robot carries her. So though she doesn't express her gratitude much verbally she is thankful deep down.

#smooches talks #i love this sm ... ugh this sounds so fluffy im crying :(#STOP IVE BEEN IN A SANDRONE LOVIng MOOD LATELY I MISS HER #pantalone love notes <3 #columbina love notes <3 #childe love notes <3 #sandrone love notes <3

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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i wanna be yours — 6. do i wanna know?

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: some feelings realization?? but also feelings denial?? very yummy, i know. hope you all enjoy! heres some yummy angst for y'all. i'm honestly so excited for the next chapter.

You sit outside Rintarou's house, enjoying the cool air-conditioning of your car. You texted him to let him know you were there, and he responded saying he'd come out in a minute.

You had to admit, you were considerably more nervous to hang out with him alone since the party. Then you'd been drunk, or at least you had some liquid courage in your system, but now? It was you, your anxiety, and Rintarou. Besides, at the party there were people in the next room over. This time, it was only the two of you.

Usually you don't get this nervous, but when you're alone in the home of an attractive celebrity...there's a lot to be nervous about. Like making a fool of yourself and getting fired or something. But you don't think Rintarou's like that. If you were to get fired for anything, it definitely wouldn't be Rintarou to make the decision either.

Looking through the window, you see his approaching figure. You scramble to get your keys out of your car and exit. Your car beeps as you lock it and go up to greet him.

He's in casual wear, a pair of black sweatpants and a maroon knitted sweater. You smile at him, suddenly feeling a little bit over-dressed in your pink sundress.

"Hey Rin," you greet, knocking elbows with him. A hug felt too personal, but a hand-shake felt too formal. So instead, you brushed his side, sending him a smile.

He smiled back, small and quick, but a smile nonetheless. "Hello, Y/N. How have you been?"

The walk is small, and he punches in the code to the lock on his house. The gates swing open, and the two of you walk through.

"I've been alright, and you?"

He shrugs. "Okay, I guess. I haven't done much in these past two days. How bad was your hangover?"

You laugh against the back of your hand. "Pretty bad. I had a headache for the whole day."

He winces. The two of you walk into his home, a large condo similar to the Miya's. The air inside is cold, and you feel a shiver go up your spine. You slip off your shoes, and he does the same.

Slowly, he watches as you venture down the hall peering into different rooms. The aesthetic is pretty beige, clearly lacking a lot of his own personality. It's also very clean, no doubt thanks to some housekeeper.

"It's very nice, Rin," you say, turning around. He's made his way closer to you, and you try not to startle at the close proximity. He tilts his head as you try to blink away your surprise.

"C'mon," he says, grabbing your wrist, "the kitchen is this way."

You follow him, and on his kitchen, counter is all the ingredients needed to make boba tea. He'd clearly had the kitchen cleaned before you came, because every marble surface shined like new. It was a bit charming, you think, that he'd bothered to get everything cleaned for you.

You two keep relatively quiet as you prepare and make everything. You have quiet small talk as you roll the flour into the small boba balls.

"I don't mean this to offend you but...your house kind of lacks personality," you say, gesturing to the rest of the house. The living room had maybe one throw-blanket, but everything else looked pristine and lightly used.

He laughs, shoulders shaking. His hands work delicately as he rolls the boba. He's a lot better at it than you are. "I'm not down here much," Rintarou admits, "I use the upstairs a lot more. This area's really only for visitors and family."

You tilt your head. "Why is that?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. I guess I've never really needed all the space, but my parents wanted me to get a big house that would be useful in the future or something."

You nod. That was reasonable. When Rintarou ever started a family he'd have a nice big kitchen, a spacious living room, lots of bedrooms. You wonder to yourself if he would quit singing in the future, he certainly already has plenty of money from it.

"May I see the upstairs after?" you ask, dropping your flour balls into the boiling pot. He bites his lip, and you ignore the way your eyes catch on the action.

"Yeah, 'course."

He walks over to you, dropping his boba into the pot as well. He works silently as he turns on the stove and pours the syrup in it. Your fingers brush, and his skin is ice-cold. You take a small step back.

Rintarou sets a timer on his phone, before turning to you. "It'll be done in like...twenty-ish minutes but I've got to check on it periodically."

"Good idea."

He beckons for you to follow him, and he leads you to a staircase. You can already tell that this space is a lot more lived in. You can smell the burning melts of candles, and the soft lights of lamps as you make your way into the upstairs hallway.

On the walls are multiple framed photos, looking professionally taken. "Do you like photography?" you ask softly, finger sliding down one of the frames.

He pauses, taking a glance at the photo you're looking at. "Yeah," Rintarou says, "I love it. I took 'em all. After I got my first large amount of money from the band, I travelled around a lot and took a lot of photos."

"You took this?" you ask, the surprise apparent in your voice. He chuckles, and there's a small gleam of reminiscing in his eyes.

"Yeah. That was from the United States. I went to the Multnomah Falls, a very popular place. Thinking back, I would've liked to go to a more secluded and natural place, but I was young and spoke very little English."

"It's still beautiful," you say honestly, but you aren't looking at the photo anymore, you're looking at him. You're looking at the small flush on his cheeks, the gleam in his eyes, the shine on his lips. The photo is beautiful, but so is Rintarou.

You cut yourself out of that chain of thought quickly, shaking your head as you look away. You take note of the small plaque underneath the frame, stating the location and date. You and Rintarou were both 26, so while taking this photo he would've been around 21. You tried to imagine him, traveling the world taking photos, a load of money to his name and only knowing the Japanese language and a bit of English.

Rintarou continued down the hall into a large open space. It had a sunken in living room, a lot smaller than the one downstairs but big enough to fit a fuzzy grey rug, a nice leather black couch, a TV, and a coffee table. You could tell this was the one he used more, many pillows and throw blankets littering the couch cushions.

He points to three doors. "The one on the far left is the bathroom, and the other two are guest bedrooms." He spins around and points to a set of double doors. "There's my bedroom, though it's a bit messy so we won't go in there. Besides, my cat, Arabella's, in there and she's afraid of new people."

"Aww," you coo.

Rintarou sits on the couch, patting the space next to him. You take a seat, trying not to tense up as he flings an arm around the couch behind you. He pulls out his phone and checks the timer. Fifteen more minutes.

"I'm gonna go check on it, feel free to explore."

And with that he's back down the hall, heading down the stairs.

It's a bit awkward. You want to explore, but you also don't want to go into a room he wouldn't want you in. Still, you rise, and head down another corridor. At the end of the hall, there's a decent-sized balcony that hangs over a huge pool. One of the doors lead to an in-home recording studio, and another into a study. There's a lot of fancy equipment that you're scared to touch, so you make your way back to the couch and sit patiently till he comes back.

Rintarou comes back around two minutes later and resumes his spot. His fingers brush your shoulder from where his arm rests on the couch behind you. He turns on the TV, letting the reels play.

Softly, you ask, "What made you want to be a singer?"

He presses his lips together, his head lolling back. Your eyes drift up the expanse of his pale neck, to the slope of his jaw, to his eyes.

"My mom," Rintarou rasps, closing his eyes. You lean into his touch, your cheek brushing his arm. His lips twitch when you do. "She used to always sing to me before bed, it was the only way I'd be able to fall asleep when I was younger. And in the morning, she would play music on the radio for us to wake up to."

"That was sweet of her," your mom had done something similar. You can fondly recall the stories she used to read to you at night to help you doze off.

"Very. She helped me learn how much I loved singing, and music in general. I probably would've been a photographer if she hadn't, which I would've enjoyed doing as well. But I really like singing."

"How is your mom?"

Rintarou's eyes open, and he sits up a bit. "She's uh...she passed away two years ago." Your eyes widen, and your teeth bite down on your lip.

"Oh, I am so sorry--" you begin to babble, bowing your head. Rintarou sighs and flicks your shoulder.

"Don't be. It's alright, I've moved on."

You lift your head. "It was still insensitive of me to ask."

He shrugs. "You didn't know. It's fine. You're very apologetic, y'know."

You smile sheepishly. "What can I say?"

He laughs, and you laugh, and suddenly the heavy mood was lifted. Slowly, your own giggles die off and you watch him, listen to the way he chuckles, and the way his cheeks turn pink.

Your heart does a silly little flip in your chest, which you shove down and swallow.

No, you can't be unprofessional like that. You weren't that kind of girl, not that kind of worker. He was a job; his band was a job. All you had to do was apply makeup and get them outfits. This couldn't be happening.

But you look back to him, you look at the grin on his lips and you think. How could having a crush be so bad? Logically, you know you could get fired. Logically, you could get your reputation in the industry destroyed. Logically, he could ruin your life. You couldn't risk all that. Not when you were barely known, not when being his makeup artist could get you through that door to the industry.

Rintarou looks at you, eyes soft and slightly wet. His tongue laps over his lips, and you swallow.

You couldn't.

Slowly, his grin falls off his face, and his own eyes lock on your lips.

You couldn't. Yet you wanted to so bad.

The space between you gets smaller, and your head tilts to one side as his eyes slide shut.

You couldn't. You absolutely, positively, couldn't.

Rintarou's lips brush yours, and you sigh and pull back. You try to ignore the surprised, almost hurt look on his face.

"We should check on the boba," you whisper hoarsely.

"Y-Yeah," he stutters, "we should."

He gets up first, and slowly rounds the couch. You feel a horrible feeling sitting in your gut like lead. You look over your shoulder and watch as he leans against the couch, and rueful and contemplating look on his face.

Rintarou's shoulders are hunched in, his head low. His body language screams that he's upset, almost fearful. Something blooms in you, and you want to wipe away those fears. You meet him on the other side of the couch.

You take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "Let's go," you urge softly, giving a light tug to his hand. He follows, silently.

At least, in the end you can say, the boba was good.

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★ - atsumu is spamming suna's phone during all this, because suna had mentioned that you were coming over today

★ - after the boba was made, it was so awkward that you made up some excuse about having a client waiting for you. suna believed you.

★ - you went home and freaked out. you texted akaashi in all caps about the whole thing.

★ - suna's cat is very skittish.

★ - suna's biggest fear is scaring you away.

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chromatic-fate · 6 months

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Thinking about more Dadsley adopting Diona

Dude becomes a fucking surveillance camera to make sure Diona is safe, cause he KNOWS there are rapists and pedophile in the Fortress that would happily take advantage of her, so he would probably have her wear some kind of tracking system out of (reasonable) paranoia.

The other inmates (minor criminals) actually start to like Diona and start treating her well, and even Wolsey decides that she gets the better welfare meals. Like, she still has to pick a straw for her meal, but she doesn't get the bad ones anymore.

Wriothesley teaching Diona how to fight in hand to hand combate while Diona teaches him or gives random tips about hunting. I like to imagine Diona accidentally punching him in the nuts during one of their spars and he collapses to the ground groaning in pain while Diona panics. Sigewienne is just laughing the background.

Wriothesley seeing Diona getting harassed by an inmate, and before he can intervene, she just straight up decks him in the balls like she did to Wrio during their last spar before walking away, and he can't help but cry from being so proud of her.

Diona would definitely help out Sigewienne in the nurses office since she's a healer in the game, and Sigewienne would teach her better ways to heal people.

I think of the barret society was still there while Diona is there too, Dougier would definitely try to kidnap Diona and torture her into following him, and when Wriothesley inevitably finds out, he'd 100% torture Dougier in a much worse way. After comforting Diona, of course.

Wriothesley would send letters back to Mondstadt to let the authorities and/or her extended family know about what's happened, and once Diluc gets wind of it, he makes plans to fly over to Fontaine to check on her (because the knights can't even be trusted to do this), only for the residents of Springvale to come to him, asking if they can come with him or deliver letters for them.

When he arrives to Fontaine, he goes to Neuvillette and asks if he can see Diona, to witch he responds that "the Fortress of Meropide works independently from the Court of Fontaine, and I would usually suggest that the person asking to give up their endeavors. But given the unique circumstance of Miss Diona's case, and the Duke's relationship to her, I can at least send a letter to inform Wriothesley about your request "

Wriothesley accepts Diluc's request and he goes down to meet with Diona in his office, but when he gets there, it's just Wriothesley and no Diona in sight. Diluc starts getting defensive about the situation and start "subtly" demanding to know where she is. To which Wriothesley would respond with "she's here and will arrive shortly. I just wanted to prepare you in case she has a fit and runs out, considering how negatively she's talked about you."

Diona eventually comes in after Diluc and Wriothesley talk for a few minutes, and she's angry and defensive at first, but eventually apologizes about how she treated and talked to him, and Diluc says that he doesn't mind and understands why she said the things she did.

After the awkward greetings, Diona starts asking about Mondstadt and how her friends and extended family are doing, and Diluc gives honest replies, relieved that she seems to be at least safe within the Fortress.

Diluc hands over the small bag of letters from the residents of Springvale to Diona before leaving and waving goodbye, and Diona honestly starts to break down crying after he leaves from all the people that wrote to her. Wriothesley hugs and comforts her about it, happy that she has people who care about her (despite her shitty dad.)

Diluc and Wriothesley would definitely keep in contact, mostly to give Diluc updates about Diona, but also to try to get to know each other better. Wriothesley sends him tea from time to time, and Diluc send him grape juice.

Diona would definitely sneak past her curfew (cause Wriothesley would absolutely have one for her) just to see him fight in the Pankration Ring and kick serious ass. During one particularly challenging fight, he'd get hurt pretty bad, almost getting knocked out, and Diona screams to him "GET UP AND KICK HIS ASS, DAD!" without realizing it. After the fight, Wriothesley is stuck between scolding her for staying out late and crushing her in affection for calling him dad.

Diona denies ever calling him dad.

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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Okay heres how id vibe with cod characters

First off i think my call sign would be 'mouse'

Bc im small i can scurry around places pretty quick and i can escape out of a situation fast as well that or cause i sneeze like a mouse

Id be a sniper and demolition expert ngl

Price

Legit i would call him dad 24/7 not like in a daddy kind of way but like legit a father figure

he'd just roll his eyes and accept the fact that he has another kid he has to take care of

100% would smoke a cigar with him though id smoke those tiny cigarillos (my brother smokes cigars and ill smoke a little with him)

Gift giving is my love language so whenever id visit a new country id buy him a cigar from there

I have a hat like his and i WILL wear it around and mimick him

Id do the grunts and everything

I feel like id be on more missions with him than anyone else

Definitely would hang out in his office to keep him company and annoy the shit out if him

Soap

Dont let anyone near us

AT ALL

wed be doing diabolical shit especially since im an arsonist and free will plus military grade explosives plus mouse and soap. have the fire department on speed dial

We'd be the reason price is greying faster

100% stealing his shirts and hoodies they'd be so big on me

Im gonna be up front with this one

We'd be fucking. I'm down bad for this man

We'd annoy the absolute piss out of ghost. He can handle one soap but TWO hes gonna need the backpack leashes for us

Quoting vines and tiktoks ON THE DAILY

Jam seshes in the car would be 100% perfect

We'd have a snap streak and its only stupid photos we take

Im recording everything he does i know damn well hes always in a silly goofy mood

Definitely in the blunt rotation

He's definitely the type to find my snack rations and eat them in front of me

Lots of hugs and kisses for this man

Except when he eats my snacks

Wed play fight all the time. When i'm really close with someone ill start "beating them up" (just be faking to fight you)

Ghost

Oh this poor poor man

Have sympathy on him because he's going to try to avoid every ounce of my being

And i wont stop that

Im giving him hugs left and right this man needs some love

I feel like once i start cracking dark humor jokes he'd open up to me

100% would be making the most absurd worst dad jokes and laughing about it

We'd text on the daily mostly just me sending him memes and him sending a 👍🏻or a 👎🏻

Im stealing his hoodies and his masks

Id probably piss him the fuck off to be honest

Id give him so many gifts to make him happy i know he crinkle's his eyes when he smiles

In the blunt rotation too but i think he'd just join for the company and not smoke that much

Id be over in his room if im overstimulated and i don't want to deal with people

Id have him proof read my fanfiction and he'd be my personal dictionary cause i cant spell for shit

Gaz

Did i say big brother vibes cause HE WILL BE MY BIG BROTHER

Id steal his hat so many times but like not in the ride a cowboy kind of way

Id buy him the most ridiculous hats and he will 100% wear them

I feel like he was a spondgebob kid so i know damn well we'll be quoting some of the lines

Part of the blunt rotation as well

When I'm upset he's the one id rant to

Definitely would vibe in a room without talking to him in general

He's most definitely the one to keep me from being unhinged

Totally would listen to murder podcasts together

So at my previous job we had to wear full body harnesses and we played this game called the carabiniere game where you take a carabiniere and hook it on to someone without them knowing and you see who can put the most on them

Soap, gaz, and i would be playing it 100% all the time with each other.

Id also grab them by the harness and pull them around or clip myself to them

Let me get a video from my old job and just put em here and id just explain

Okay back to writing

Laswell

Once again id call her mom and she's just gonna have to deal with it

Id definitely spend time with her outside of work (especially since she lives in maryland my family lives up there) which gives me more of a reason to visit her lol

Shopping sprees i feel like she's a frequent shopper at tj maxx and target

I also feel like she gives the best life advice so id come calling if im in a predicament

Okay so i am partially fluent in spanish, my god mother and best friend are Mexican so I've been around Mexican culture the majority of my life

Alejandro

definitely calls me niña or cariño

I feel like he'd roast my spanish and doesn't correct me if i say something wrong

100% my drinking buddy

I feel like he'd be very protective over me

Id be his date (platonically) and hed be mine to all the family gatherings

Fucking Mexican families are so much fun too. party my tia throws one and im there two shots of tequila in my hand listening and damcing to music

We'd text on the daily i feel like he'd frequently visit me and my family in the south as well he'd be the life of the party at my tia's parties

Rudy

He's the one that corrects my spanish and WILL only speak spanish to me until I understand whst he's saying

Insert him pointing to a random object and says it in spanish

I feel like we wouldnt bond much but we would you know?

I also feel like he gives great life advice

Graves

Id kick him in the balls

He's the type of guy i avoid or ruin his reputation

Absolutely despise him

Completely roast that motherfucker

Drop kick him

He pisses me off so much

Gives off leo and cancer energy

OHOHOHOHHH AND AT THE BETRAYAL SCENE DONT GET ME STARTED

Id 100% try to fight him even before Alejandro would

Tbh id probably get killed by one of his shadows bc of it

König

Sweet babe i would help him through an axiety attack

PIGGY BACK RIDES FOR SURE

id hug him every-time i see him

Definitely would say uppies and have him put me on his shoulders

He definitely wont see me at all ( im 5'4) so he would definitely have to crouch down to see me

His nickname would be bear cause of how big he is

I feel like when he'’s comfortable around you he’s very out going

I have no clue how to speak german but i will act like i do

He's in the blunt rotation as well

Thats all i got for now 😊

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 year

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🫂 (comforting hugs) with Percy and Keyleth? always need more of these two’s friendship in my life.

Send me emoji(s) and I'll write a drabble gonna set this one in my vamp machina au.

Percy drops the groceries onto the kitchen counter with a sigh. A third-floor walk-up is a bitch when he's got a week's worth of food for two in his hands. He starts to unpack the first canvas tote, calling, "Keyleth, can you help me with these?"

There's some shuffling from behind Keyleth's closed bedroom door, and then it opens, and she's smiling a too-bright smile that doesn't reach her eyes, which are red and swollen. "Hey! Didn't hear you come up." She quickly comes around into the kitchen to begin putting the refrigerated stuff away.

Percy frowns. "Are...you okay?"

She keeps her head buried in the fridge. "Yeah! How was the grocery store? Did you get the kefir or were they out again?"

"Keyleth."

She's moved up to the freezer now, stowing away a few bags of frozen vegetables. "It's fine if they were out, I just like the probiotics, you know—"

"Keyleth, why were you crying?"

She scoffs. "I wasn't crying."

He puts a hand on her shoulder, and her whole body freezes. "I didn't think we had to hide this kind of stuff from each other."

Which was apparently the wrong thing to say, because she wheels on him, the façade dropped entirely. "Really? You think we don't hide things from each other?"

Percy's stomach sinks, and he can feel the heat starting to rise in his neck. He drops his hand. "So that's what this is about."

The tears come so fast, seemingly always waiting just below the surface. "That's what I thought." She turns back toward the fridge. "You don't want to talk about it, and so we won't." She sniffs and begins shuffling the food around to make room for the new groceries.

Not since his sisters were murdered has someone managed to make him feel like such shit in so few words. What is he supposed to say? Yes, Keyleth, please tell me all about the status of your relationship with the undead monster you refuse to let me kill. He is, of course, deeply curious as to what had her crying alone in her room, but he'd be lying if he said a big part of why wasn't that he was looking for an excuse to finally sink a stake into Vax's heart.

"Did he..." The words taste like ash on his tongue. "Did you get in a fight?"

Keyleth brushes past him, rolling her eyes, to pick up another bag off the counter. "No." She returns to the fridge. "We didn't fight."

This conversation is going to be like pulling teeth, apparently. "Then why..."

She slams the fridge door shut. "Because I miss him! Because it's bright fucking daylight and I want to go walk around the park with my boyfriend and I can't! And I can't say anything about it because he already feels like shit over something he can't control or change, and I could go without him but then I'd see all the other happy couples enjoying the sunshine and I'd feel terrible, and crying doesn't solve anything but I don't know what else to do because I love him and this whole situation just sucks and I can't talk to my best friend about it because he's a dick!"

The tears are flowing fast by the end, and she claps a hand over her mouth to keep a sob in. Percy doesn't even think about it, just steps forward to wrap her up in a hug, both arms squeezing her in tight as she falls apart into his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispers, running a hand up and down her shaking back. "I'm sorry that you miss him and I'm sorry that the situation sucks and I'm sorry that I'm a dick."

He holds her as she cries, lets the ice cream start to melt and the butter start to soften and the rift between them start to close. He's not ready to make nice with her vampire boyfriend, as important as he is to her, but even he can admit that he can make some strides to stop making an already difficult circumstance even harder for her. He does not approve, cannot approve, will not approve, but she is her own person, wiser and kinder than he will ever hope to be, and if this...vampire is what makes her happy, then he can at least hold his tongue and let her be happy.

After some time, he murmurs, "If...you would like, I can clear out of the apartment tonight. Give you two some space."

She sniffles, straightening up and wiping at her eyes. "I think we're going to go out, actually. Vax thinks I spend too much time cooped up inside." She rolls her eyes with a smile, and Percy's stomach sours at the thought of this undead thing knowing his best friend as well as he does. "But...I just don't want to have to hide from you, Percy. There's so much hiding already. So much fear. It sucks when it comes from one of my favorite people in the world."

He presses a kiss to her forehead. "You're right. I'm sorry. I...cannot promise overnight change. But I can try to be better."

She smiles hopefully. "Thank you, Percy. I really don't ever want to not have you in my life. You're my family."

"You're my family, too." He tips his head toward the groceries. "But we're gonna starve if we let all this food rot on our counters."

They resume stowing their groceries, and though the river between them remains frozen, the thawing ice gives Percy hope for a spring yet to come.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 8 months

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Stressed out over the dumbest shit but hopefully I'll get my shit together this week -Danny Words: 3,325 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Outsider' -by Blanco White

IX. I Handle It Like a Champ

Walter is so nervous when he asks me out that I don't have the heart to say no. It's a big deal for an Aphrodite to be someone's crush, like a milestone. Even if you don't like the person. Considering how out of place I've been feeling, this has me over the moon.

"Do you even know this guy?"

"We wouldn't be going on a date if I did," I shrug.

"That's not..." Percy looks at his mom. "That's not how it works, right?"

Sally chuckles. "Do you like him, Ara?"

"He's nice."

"Where is he taking you?"

"The mall that's five minutes away from the coffee shop where we got those raisin muffins," I'm not good with street names, so I always give directions like that.

Percy frowns. "You don't know the city."

"I never leave this place?"

"We always go out together!"

"We're always cutting things short because we run into monsters."

"Tell you what," Sally intervenes. "I'll drop her off on my way to work, and you pick her up, we can get burgers after."

Percy and I look at each other, I pout and he gives in. "I'll pick you up at five."

Someone's dragging her away from the factory, she inhales sharply and tries to regain her footing. "I'm up! I'm alive!" Ara coughs out. "Where's Jason?"

"Here," Piper grunts.

Ara moves out of Leo's grip, and since she's stronger than Piper, she grabs Jason and carries him as best as she can. "Can someone tell me why are we running?" She pants.

"The Cyclops are regenerating!"

Ara swears in ancient Greek. "I don't even get to kill a stupid Cyclops?"

They reach Festus and Ara pushes Jason up with Piper's help. She asks Leo for a plastic bag, grabs two fistfuls of snow, and puts them inside it. Ara climbs the dragon and faces Jason while Piper hugs the unconscious boy by the waist. Leo is wiring Festus as quickly as possible while Ara works on Jason's head injury.

"Hang tight!" Leo yells.

Ara's back is pressed against Leo's, but she hooks her feet under Piper's legs just in case. The girl grabs her dino bag and seizes the bottle of nectar and a clean cloth, pouring the liquid on it and cleaning Jason's forehead, once again chanting under her breath.

The boy stirs in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. Ara wraps his head in bandages, keeping the cloth pressed over the wound. Once that's done, she dries her hands on her own cloak and gives Piper the bag with ice.

"Keep it on the bump, don't press too hard..." Ara leans on Leo and lets her head fall on his shoulder. "Thank the gods the children of Zeus have thick heads..."

I wait a whole hour before I conclude that this boy won't come. I wanna give him the benefit of the doubt, but then I see him with Karen and her friends at the arcade. I go away and call Percy—two hours earlier than he'd expected me to call—and he gets there in less than twenty minutes.

"Where is he?" Is the first thing he asks. His face is kind of scary.

I shrug. "No idea. Can we leave now?"

Percy's eyes get darker. "That jerk didn't show up?"

I avoid his gaze, really hating the conversation. "He came with Karen—"

"Who's Karen?"

"I guess she's my bully..."

I have to force Percy to sit down because he's ready to go and beat Walter's infant butt, and tell Karen a thing or two about what he thinks of people like her.

"I realized something," I say after a while.

"That you shouldn't date boys?"

I laugh. "No. That Karen's sad girl. And Walter really dumb. Imagine her convincing Walter to play a prank on me, and then wasting their weekend to get me down, but it doesn't work."

"Darn right," he pauses. "But uh... why didn't it work?"

I shrug. "Karen never smiles unless she's making fun of someone."

"So... you have it better," he replies, understanding my point.

"Probably," I smile. "You get me."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?"

"Oh, I was doing him a favor," I roll my eyes. "He could've been the first boy in our grade to have a girlfriend... though maybe he will, he's been with Karen this whole time..."

"Karen is not as cool as you," Percy claims, although he's never met her. "He'll live to regret it."

I'm thinking I'm already living to regret this moment. Maybe what the other cabin ten campers said to me isn't true, I'm not supposed to date whoever crosses my path, I must wait for the real deal.

"Whatever. I'm hungry," I get up.

"Let's go for those burgers and surprise Mom," he replies, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and ruffling my hair.

Percy gave the stink eye to all of my classmates for the rest of the school year, Walter would constantly wet his clothes on accident when trying to drink from the school's water fountains, but Percy always denied having something to do with it.

"You know, Ara," Leo says. "I know I'm hella good-looking, but this is the first time I make a girl faint—"

She sits up straight. "It was the blessing, they knock me out as soon as I'm done using them."

"You mean it's happened before?"

Ara yawns. "Yeah, but Aphrodite's didn't drain me like this..."

Piper grins. "But you looked really cool while fighting that Cyclops lady, so it must've been worth it, right?"

"Don't flatter me, feed me!" She groans. "I'm still growing, you know?"

Leo chuckles and pulls something out of his belt. "Here you go, doll, the Hephaestus's special."

He hands her a sandwich and Ara eats it quickly, not even questioning where that thing was a minute ago. "You guys will get me killed." Piper looks uncomfortable with her joke, and Ara feels guilty right away. "I'm joking. I just—"

"Cyclops!" Jason wakes up with a start.

"Whoa, sleepyhead..." Piper tightens her grip around him.

"Good morning!" Ara fixes his bandages. "You've been in a coma for a week—"

"What!?" Jason chokes.

Leo cackles, but Piper scolds her. "Don't do that, he's disoriented!"

Ara grins sheepishly, looking like her ten-year-old self for a brief moment. "It's all good, man. You went away just a second."

"D-Detroit," Jason glances around. "Didn't we crash-land? I thought—"

"It's okay," Leo glances at him over Ara's shoulder. "We got away, but you got a nasty concussion. How you feeling?"

Jason tells them about his dreams.

"An exchange?" Piper inquires. "What does that mean?"

The boy has half an idea. "Hera's gamble is me. Just by sending me to Camp Half-Blood, I have a feeling she broke some kind of rule, something that could blow up in a big way—" Ara's eyesight gets blurry again, and her throat closes up. "Ara?" Jason holds her in place. "What's wrong?"

If he's a Roman demigod that was sent to a Greek camp, then Percy... Ara looks up and shouts to the sky in ancient Greek: "AM I A JOKE TO YOU?" She grabs her dino bag and buries her face in it to muffle her screams.

Jason stares at her in alarm. "Guys, I think I broke Ara..."

The girl pulls herself together at lightspeed. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. "It's fine. I'm great."

"You know something we don't," Piper presses. "Ara, just tell us..."

"Like you're telling us stuff?" She snaps.

Piper's face loses a bit of color. Ara immediately regrets it, she shouldn't be rude to them. She'll sob if she stays angry, so she closes her eyes and lifts a hand to prevent Piper from replying.

"We can't do anything to stop it."

"Stop what?" Jason asks.

Ara scowls at the clouds. "The exchange. We have other problems. Monsters don't stay dead, the solstice is approaching, and we don't know where Hera is—or Juno, whatever the Hades you wanna call her."

Ara switches to Italian because it's the one language she knows that the others don't. "Stia succedendo tutto di nuovo! Tutto in un unico viaggio: qual è il prossimo? La chimera e il leone di Nemea?"

"Yeah, she's definitely broken," Leo glances at her with a frown. "Ara, why don't you go back to sleep?"

That only sets her off more. "So the memories can harass me in my sleep? Where were we, Hypnos? Right! My brother's a hero and I'm a worm!"

"Ara," Piper speaks firmly. "Calm down."

Ara stops. She's throwing a tantrum and it's not helping. The girl pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I'm sorry... I just... I should sleep."

"My back is all yours," Leo offers playfully.

"Can I give it back?"

"You're so rude," he says, though he sounds delighted to be back on the receiving end of her taunting.

"I'm very rude." She thinks grumpily. "Leave while you still can."

The first time I meet Apollo, he knocks my self-preservation out of the park.

"Ara Jackson," he smiles brightly at me. "How's the new life going? You happy being New York's finest?"

"Do you have companions like your sister?" I blurt out, eyes wide in awe.

Apollo smirks. "Yeah, but mine are not, er... not maidens, exactly."

"What are they?"

He sighs dreamily. "Muses."

Apollo and Aphrodite share a few traits: Passion and a disposition to fall in love with just about anyone whom they may find impressive.

"Can I be your muse?"

"Alright!" Percy pushes me into the bus.

Nico Di Angelo—one of the two demigods we rescued—and I are bouncing off the walls of the chariot bus. We're talking everyone's ears off to the point Apollo has to kindly ask us to chill so Thalia can hear his directions. We crash-land on camp anyway.

"Goodbye, little muse," Apollo ruffles my hair, then pauses. He looks... eery.

"Lord Apollo?" I speak shyly.

He blinks like snapping out of a daydream. "I should get going..." He hesitates, then shakes his head. "Oh, whatever. See ya!"

Ara gets woken up the moment Festus lands. She stretches, feeling much better than a couple of hours ago. "Where are we?"

"Chicago," Jason jumps off the dragon and offers to help her. She moves his hand towards Piper and hops off landing next to him. "We're following some venti."

"I'll take a caramel latte," she mumbles sleepily.

Leo chuckles. "You know, I like you way better when your sense of humor's on. Is the quest helping you blow off some steam?"

Ara glances at him with a scowl. "Maybe. Fighting monsters helps—good thing they're not staying dead, I can kill them all I want."

She knows she shouldn't say that. Ara's the Fates's favorite fool, or maybe this is Apollo's twisted way of showing her support. Here are a bunch of traumatizing events for your soap opera! You're very welcome, muse!

Piper's ankle is hurting again, so Ara gets to work, but she's no healer. Piper shivers from the cold so Ara takes off her cloak and puts it around the girl's shoulders.

"No, that's your stamp of power, isn't it?" The girl frowns.

"This is my stamp of power," Ara shows Piper her compass. "The cloak helps when there are demigods who need to know who's in charge, mostly just for show, but it's warm. Use it." She gestures at Nico's aviator jacket, pretty dirty, but still intact. "I'll survive."

Piper arranges the cloak around her shoulders, and it's obvious that she feels weird about it. Festus malfunctions briefly but Leo tells them the dragon is okay, he glances at Ara and there is no emotion apparent on his face, but the message is clear. Shut up. I got this.

Ara's good at turning a blind eye, living with Percy gave her enough practice.

Percy and Thalia go to relate our quest to Chiron and Mr. D—and I am, as usual, left behind.

Nico's watching the orientation film, which I'm pretty sure no one has seen in decades, and I'm left to do whatever I want, so I look for Lily. She's with the Stolls, they're trying to get a hold of her knives, but she forgets all about them as soon as she sees me.

"Benedetti gli dei!" The girl holds onto my shoulders. "How did it go?"

I tell her about Annabeth's disappearance, and I feel so guilty that I burst into tears. Travis and Connor drop Lily's daggers to join the conversation. "I-I'm sorry!" Between sobs, I manage to explain we have a new camper but his older sister joined the hunters.

Travis is in shock. "Who abandons their sibling like that?"

"Are the new kids okay?" Lily asks worryingly. Her behavior is weird, I just told her Annabeth is missing and she's asking me about the new kids?

I clean my nose with the back of my hand. "Percy saved us." Lily punches my shoulder and I start crying again. "Can't you tell I'm in pain already!"

"That's for not following orders!" She scolds me. "You snuck away the second you were left unsupervised!"

"But I'm okay!"

"If you had stuck together, then Annabeth—"

"Let's not go there," Connor intervenes.

"What's going on?" Beckendorf's voice only makes me cry louder. "What did you guys do?" He scolds my friends.

"We didn't do that!" Travis points at Lily. "It was Saggio!"

She stomps her foot impatiently. "Ara put herself in danger and she's having a meltdown over it! ¡Incosciente!"

Beckendorf kneels to be face-to-face with me. "Wanna go to the forges, Birdy?"

I sniff. "I'll bring my teddy."

Ara's second time creeping into a sewer is not as fun as the first, she tells the others about her adventure with Percy and Annabeth recovering Hermes's staff.

Leo whistles lowly. "You are like a Barbie doll. Lots of jobs, looks..."

"My best friend calls me 'Queen Barbie'—Queen B, most of the time," Ara laughs dryly. "So you're not the first to bring up the resemblance..."

"May I interest you in a Ken?"

"Jason's not really my type," she replies.

The blond boy and Piper chortle, but Leo scoffs. "Was talking 'bout me..."

"You're not a Ken," Ara snorts. "You're like..." She hates bringing people down, but in this case, it's better if she does. "An elf on the shelf. You've seen those?"

"Jeez! Shoot me point blank in the head already..."

"Keep up the flirting and I might."

After Piper falls asleep, Ara studies her compass: The needle never points north, not that she would even know where the north is, the symbols on the object make no sense. Percy suggested once that maybe it points in the direction she needs to go, but it's always swinging from one side to another, not really settling on anything.

Jason's voice catches her attention. "This fire stuff you can do... is it true?"

"Yeah, well..." Leo makes a small ball of fire appear on his hand. Ara reaches out and keeps her hand hovering over the flames. When she does this, Leo's gaze softens.

"That is so cool," Jason says, reminding the boy he's not alone with Ara. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Leo closes his fist. "Didn't want to look like a freak."

"I have lightning and wind powers," Jason frowns. "Piper can turn beautiful and charm people into giving her BMWs," he looks at Ara and grins. "Ara's like a jack in the box. You never know what she'll do next. Pretty spooky. No offense."

"None taken," she sighs.

"You're no more a freak than we are, Leo. And, hey, maybe you can fly, too. Like jump off a building and yell, 'Flame on!'"

"If I did that, you would see a flaming kid falling to his death, and I would be yelling something a little stronger than 'Flame on!'" He shakes his head. "Trust me, Hephaestus Cabin doesn't see fire powers as cool. Nyssa told me they're super rare. When a demigod like me comes around, bad things happen. Really bad."

"Maybe it's the other way around," Jason shrugs. "Maybe people with special gifts show up when bad things are happening because that's when they're needed most. That's the reason why Ara's here, 'cause she has an advantage we don't."

She'd never thought of it that way, which is silly, because it makes sense. It doesn't have to be their fault, maybe they're the solution... like Percy was in his prophecy.

Leo moves the empty paper plates away. "Maybe. But I'm telling you... it's not always a gift."

"You're talking about your mom, aren't you? The night she died." Leo remains silent, so Jason continues. "Leo, her death wasn't your fault. Whatever happened that night—it wasn't because you could summon fire. This Dirt Woman, whoever she is, has been trying to ruin you for years, mess up your confidence, take away everything you care about. She's trying to make you feel like a failure. You're not. You're important."

"That's what she said," Leo's voice comes out with so much hurt, Ara's heart tightens. "She said I was meant to do something important—something that would make or break that big prophecy about the seven demigods. That's what scares me. I don't know if I'm up to it."

Ara lets out a dry laugh. The boys look at her. "Sorry, I just... I never thought I wasn't good enough until I got my wish granted. It's like, you reach the top, everyone's staring, and—How am I supposed to act now?"

"And you can't admit that you're scared," Jason nods, he doesn't know why, but he relates to what she's saying. "Because—"

"You did that to yourself," Ara completes.

"No," Jason's eyes twinkle with understanding. "They make it look that way, so you don't quit."

"They?" Leo asks, lost in the conversation.

Ara words it differently so Leo understands what they mean.

"You're given a bronze dragon, you know what's in it and how it works, you look after it, fix it to make it better... But sometimes it malfunctions, cause he was already kinda rusty when you got it—you didn't build it from scratch, but everyone acts like you did, they make you feel like it's your fault it's not perfect."

"Hmm," she can almost see the gears in Leo's head turning. "So we can't be good enough for ourselves... because we're carrying other people's mistakes? That what you're saying?"

"Guess so," Ara sighs. "Not only the mistakes, I mean, the children of Olympus have a legacy I gotta live up to, when I don't raise the bar, I'm doing a bad job. So like... thinking you're not up to it just because you haven't done anything different than other demigods before you, that's normal. It's good, motivates you."

"Is there a less awful way to be motivated?" Leo pouts.

Ara ponders this. "I guess you... keep tabs on your progress? You survived our encounter with the Cyclops, which gave you knowledge you didn't have two days ago. Just keep going, practice is what you do if what you want is experience. Your father told me I would be worthy of my power only after I got it, 'cause I would work hard to keep it..." Jason's looking at her funny. "What?"

"You're a good leader when you're not freaking out," he smiles. "Annabeth wasn't sure you'd be... I mean, I probably shouldn't tell you this—"

"It's fine, I've heard it before," Ara hugs her legs. "I get angry when I don't get what I want when I want it, but I'm working on it... No more freakouts starting today."

"I'm not sure you can promise—"

"I'm an Aphrodite, I can control myself," she brushes it off. "If I say I'll keep it together, I will. We're all confused here, that ought to keep me focused. Trust me."

"I trust you," Jason replies.

They stay silent for a moment, then Leo talks. "You ever wonder about the other three demigods? I mean... if we're four of the ones from the Great Prophecy, who are the others? Where are they?"

"I'm not one of you," Ara states confidently.

Jason frowns. "Why not?"

An expression of concern crosses her face before she replies."They wouldn't count me in knowing I'm forced to come."

"Okay, doesn't make sense to me, but let's say there are four demigods left," Leo rolls his eyes. "Where are they?"

"I don't know," Jason replies. "I guess the other four will show up when the time is right. Who knows? Maybe they're on some other quest right now."

"I bet their sewer is nicer than ours," Leo grumbles.

"Percy and Annabeth will be two of them," Ara admits quietly.

"What makes you say that?"

"You can't have one without the other," she feels like crying again. "And one of them has already been taken."

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x male reader who’s robins best friend and has his own band where he’s the lead guitarist then Eddie goes to battle of the bands with robin and Steve and sees him play while setting up for his band?

Hi! I asked a couple times who's robin's best friend, but i'm not sure if you saw those. I think you're asking that the reader is her best friend so I went with that--or like a friend she's had since childhood. Reader is 19--a year older than Robin and a year younger than Eddie.

If I misunderstood, please let me know and I'll correct it!

Eddie Munson x Male Reader. Reader is 18.

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson.

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Robin told Steve and because she would need a ride Steve told Eddie. Where Steve and Eddie had a long standing weekend hang out to shoot pool or just sit on Eddie's porch chatting shit, beers between them, it was nice to have the company of each other. They didn't have to be overly articulate about when the nights would haunt them. They didn't have to fill every second of silence with words though as Eddie hung out more with Steve he could clearly see her influence rubbing off. Steve would he was tipsy enough wouldn't have enough restraint to let a silence ride and would find himself needing to fill it.

Eddie sometimes wonder how much this is an influence of Robin and more a byproduct of the surefire silence that's filled Steve's life for so long. His mother is quiet, meekly following his father. And his father is the kind of cocky aloof bastard that Steve deals with because it keeps him fed, clothed, and feeling like he at least seems normal. Eddie ponders sometimes if Steve and Robin are as close as they are outside of the short lived crush--Eddie found out when Robin hung with them only a couple of beers deep but she hiccuped out the story giggles filling the night around them--is because Robin is the noise that Steve desperately needs in his life. She fills the space out of her own nervous tick but Steve clings to it because she's the one person who he doesn't have to beg and pretend around.

Eddie filters in around them--not necessarily a quiet third. Eddie too knows how to work a room and fill a silence. But Robin can sometimes out do him and even Eddie feels the need just to keep quiet. He keeps up most of the time. And so when Steve mentions, leaning against the Beamer that instead of going to shoot pool, Robin's mentioned a friend who's in Battle of the Bands and he's going to get her but he stopped by first to pick up Eddie, Eddie's a little shocked that he was clued in before the day of the event.

But Eddie's not going to say no. He'd be a fool. Who doesn't want to see bands shred? He hadn't quite gotten back into the full swing of performing. His voice is still recovering and the meds he was on gave his hand a slight shake. It's getting better. The physical therapy is helping but Eddie knows he has to be patient with himself. So even if it hurts just a little to wish he could've been performing he thinks there's no better way to spend a Saturday.

When they pull into the front of Robin's house, Eddie and Steve both slip of the front doors of the car and Robin's bounding down the porch stairs. "Finally! Got worried y'all forgot about me. Wouldn't that be hilarious?" She gives Steve a quick hug and then flounces over to the passenger side to give Eddie a quick squeeze.

"Harrington didn't tell me until today. So I can't say I would've kept him in line," Eddie teases, opening the passenger door for Robin. Even if Eddie did have his own eccentricities he'd always be a gentleman.

"Oh, I don't mind sitting in the back," Robin returns.

"Only the best for a queen," Eddie laughs and waves for her to settle in.

"Ew," Robin snorts.

"Oh, shut up, Buckley." Eddie closes the door once she's in and settled. The window is already down from his own doing and he leans in through it. "At least now you can't say I never did anything nice for you."

"Perhaps, I shouldn't have told Steve about this." She says it with a grin as she flips Eddie off.

He returns it, opening the back door for himself. "How'd you know about this anyway? Do paying attention to the local music scene now?"

"My friend's in a band. Like we talk every once and a while, but we close in those snotty nose skinned knee years. He's cool. I think you'll like them."

Eddie catches the emphasis Robin puts on cool. As if she's trying to convince him. He watches as best he can to see if she gives anything else away. Like why did she tell Steve and why didn't Steve tell him? Eddie and Robin in addition to be chatter boxes and hyper, shared a bond on how a sleepy and silently but loudly conservate town like Hawkins did not make it easy realize being gay wasn't awful and wasn't shameful.

Eddie turns his attention from her to Steve who's looking back just a hair as he backs out of the driveway. Steve's a lightbulb--his face tells everything he's every thought. And Eddie sees in that moment just how hard Steve's trying to play it cool. He'd do it well if it hadn't been the months that the two of them had gotten closer.

"What do you two have planned, hm? Harrington, here, looks like he's literally going to explode."

"Yeah, I am going to explode if you don't move your big ass head and hair out of the way so I can see," Steve retorts.

"Rich coming from you. How many bottles of Farah do you have under your sink right now?"

"Two, you asshole," Steve huffs, facing forward again to continue on the road. "One that I am using!"

Eddie's gives a noncommittal noise, though it dips into disbelief. "Buckley, what the fuck do you have up your sleeve?"

"Nothing," she defends. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you before! It's just--I thought it would be fun. We deserve a little fun, right?"

Eddie's not going to disagree with that, but he's still suspicious. There's not much he'd be able to get out of her. She's squirmy--nervous and always a hair from spilling all her guts. But when Robin needed to play it coy she was good at it. Eddie says nothing as they pull up to the high school. The sight of the building makes Eddie feel a little queasy but he keeps it together. It's clear they're early on. The Emcee is still warming up the crowd and the bands aren't quite done setting up, but the crowd that is here seems excited as the names are rattled off.

"That's my friend," Robin points over Eddie's shoulder to the four piece band on the backstage. "He's the lead singer. The one in the cropped top."

Eddie's still trying to get his ears adjusted to the noise as it rises, but he follows her point and the singer stands, guitar hanging low, but the cropped t-shirt leaves nothing to the imagination. Eddie wants to say something. But the inhale strangles him just a moment as he takes in the sight of the bandana tied around the man's head. His shoulder length black hair falls down in waves. He's hot. Undeniably and almost grovel worthy hot.

Eddie knows he's staring, feet pulling him just a little closer to their section of the gym. The black belt holds multiple silver grommets and it's not straight on his hips, but Eddie is smitten. He's a fucking goner.

Like the man can sense Eddie's presence, he looks up. His gaze is unsteady, flickering through the crowd and then settles on Eddie. He gives a tiny smile to Eddie and then from behind Eddie, Robin's voice echoes above the nose.

The smile grows and he gives a small wave, foot working over his pedal. "What do you think?" Robin adds lowly pressed into Eddie's back.

"Buckley, if I get his number I will do your laundry for a lifetime and kiss the ground you walk on," Eddie returns.

"Oh, we've go backstage passes," she laughs. "Just wait until they play. They shred."

"Woman, you are a devil, but thank you," Eddie laughs, looking over his shoulder to her. "You playing matchmaker now?"

"I'm cupid's messenger. Part time only though, so sometimes the hours suck."

As the battle starts, a blaring riff followed by a gruff but melodic voice Eddie knows he's utterly fucked. But he's so glad for it.

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narcoticwriter · 1 year

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Genshin Character Receiving Hugs

@eujean I really need to be doing this on my other blog, but I literally cannot resist responding as instantaneously as I can. Some are going to be longer than others I think. (link to the giving hugs post)

Diluc:

When he was younger, I feel like he was hugged a lot more, if I'm being honest.

I am convinced that this man has not had any semblance of real physical affection since his 18th birthday, maybe aside from Adelinde patting him on the shoulder or something of that nature.

I also feel as if he would keep people away from his physical self more often than not and if it cannot be helped, he will become uncomfortable with it.

So on the off-chance that someone gets close enough to give him a hug, his first instinct will be to flinch and pull away as he wouldn't be expecting it.

Given time and the lowering of his walls, however, they last for far longer than one would expect from him. The accompanying squeeze and one's toes grazing the ground is a pleasant surprise as well.

Kaeya:

I don't think Kaeya's a fan of getting hugs and stuff like that as he'd much rather be off to the side and watching everything happen than be right there.

Despite this, the guy is likely to get a lot of hugs from the elderly folks in Mondstadt proper and he receives them as you do: lightly and with the minimum politeness.

As for him personally, however, he can appreciate getting the casual side hug with the accompanying ruffle to the hair.

On occasion, he may also pull the giver closer and give them a pat on the side.

If it's one of those really big all-encompassing hugs, however, he'll laugh it off and return it as you do, but he's not used to getting those kinds a lot anymore as that requires a deep amount of affection that he hasn't felt for others in some time.

Albedo:

Albedo gets loads of hugs from Klee, first of all. How is that even a question at all? We can both agree on this.

When Klee launches himself into his arms and wraps her arms around his neck, he has learned to catch her and hold her.

On occasion, he'll rock Klee's body from side to side and squeeze her real tight when he's happier than usual to see her.

When it comes to literally anyone else, however, he goes completely boneless for a few moments.

He doesn't really expect this form of affection from anyone other than Klee and it takes some time to get used to, but eventually, he just kind of takes the hug as it comes.

Eula:

First of all, Eula's first hug ever was from Amber as the Lawrence Clan Does Not Do™ physical affection of any kind whatsoever.

She'll have absolutely no idea what to do or how to react and it will take years before she gets the basics down.

A causal arm around her shoulder is more than enough to make her worked up and as such she will shrug out of it as politely as she can as she can't take it.

However, like most people, Eula has her off days or her worse days where it's hard to handle her regular life, and when Amber opens up her arms, she falls into it almost immediately with something akin to desperation.

In moments like those, she'll cling to her like she's the only thing that's keeping her afloat and she may also cry a bit as she buries her head into the nook between the neck and shoulder.

Beidou:

Now you see here, Beidou is kind of tricky when it comes to stuff like this as she gives a lot, but isn't really in the business of receiving all that much.

Whether it's support, advice, gifts, essentials, an overwhelming amount of physical affection, or anything she can, she's giving constantly.

Sure, her crew occasionally indulges her in the midst of their celebrations, but let's be honest, that doesn't happen nearly enough.

So on the off-chance that she's the one receiving a hug, it will catch her by surprise for the briefest moment before it's returned ten-fold.

They're not getting out of her crushing embrace until she lets them go and even then it feels good for both parties involved, but at the end of it, there's a small gentle smile on her face that would make her absolutely glow.

Xinyan:

Physical affection is one of many ways Xinyan shows her appreciation and love for others, so her giving hugs isn't even up for debate.

Whether it's a side hug, a full-on bear hug, or just having arms around someone, it's always well-received as well as giving back in turn.

When she's showered with the same treatment from her friends and loved ones, she takes them and genuinely appreciates it as it energizes her.

She is also one who would absolutely appreciate a hug or two (or five) on one of her not-so-good days, especially coming from those she considers her best friends.

Xiangling and Yun Jin have both been privy to Xinyan squeezing them a bit too hard on some occasions, but they get it and don't hold it against her.

Kamisato Ayato:

I don't really think Ayato is a fan of hugs in general unless they're from Thoma or Ayaka.

In terms of getting them from Thoma, he usually has to ask for them unless Thoma feels confident enough in the fact that this is what his lord would want. He likes his hugs as they are warm and secure.

Getting them from Ayaka is rare, but after letting down the pretenses and getting away from the public eye, it is readily received as well as reversed into him hugging her after a time as this is his little sister we're talking about.

So all in all, a firm hand on the shoulder or a side squeeze will suffice if you aren't his retainer or his sister.

This poor man has been a victim of one of Itto's hugs for sure and literally no defense would help. He is crushed and things hurt after the fact.

Kujou Sara:

First of all, who has given her a hug ever? No one. And the sumo wrestling match she had as a child and cannot remember does not count.

Out of everyone on this list, Sara is the one that would not be able to understand why she's being hugged or how to react to it.

The instant it happens, she's tensed up and visibly uncomfortable. Think Diluc, but ramped up to 100.

It's extremely awkward and one would have to ask for her permission to give her a hug and even then, she might reject it if she doesn't feel comfortable with it.

I like to think that once she finally understands all of this and becomes used to it after a very long time, she would be the type to like them a lot. Good luck getting her to let go if she's not in public.

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cinnabun-faerie · 3 months

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Can we get a hug from one of your WOL's? Completely platonic, I just want to know how they hug people!

A/N: Yes! But why pick one when you could have multiple? I have a bunch of characters, so I'd love to make multiple parts!

What better way to start this than with my main OC/WoL Cinna & her family? I know they may not be WoLs or even morally good, but I want to include them.

Warning: OC lore, a whole swear word, minor ffxiv spoiler

Note: Cinna's mother will be in part II!

Grey's FFXIV OC Hug HCs Pt I: Rosewood Family

Characters included

Rosewood Siblings: Cinna, Rei, Siah, Charlie, Isaac, Thomas, Zachariah, Felix, Noah, Finny, Jamie, Sammy

Others: Victor Rosewood(father), Juri Phoenix (Siah's bf/hubby)

So we're starting off with Cinna, eh?

Cinna would have gentle and warm hugs. It makes sense since she comes from a large family (5th born of 13) and is a mother. She's going to give you the hugs you need when you are seeking comfort.

But if you give her a hug, she just might melt. She needs a hug from time to time too.

Cinna's Brothers + Juri:

Oldest Rosewood brother Rei is a bit more on the shy side. He's a bit stand-offish at first, so no one really asks him for hugs except for his siblings (Though he hasn't hugged/seen his siblings for years until EW, but not by choice). So when this man finally hugs someone, he makes sure that they know that he cares for them. His hugs are almost protective in a sense. He's shielding you from the bad in the world. He couldn't protect four of his brothers who unfortunately passed away, so he wants to protect anyone and everyone else, even if his protection is in the form of a hug.

Cinna's broody older brother Siah actually doesn't mind hugs. He's not normally the one to initiate them though. But he doesn't mind if you randomly hug him. He's used to it with his family and Juri, and he knows that sometimes, people just need a hug.

Would he let cousin Zenos hug him? Chances are low, but not zero.

Once you get a hug out of him, they're often comforting and he never lets go until you do. He has learnt that sometimes longer hugs are needed.

Juri's basically family (through marriage), so I'mma include him. Yeah, he's a flirty dude but that's not his whole personality. He's actually pretty chill. He doesn't like giving hugs just randomly (unless he knows you but even then he's reluctant). However, his boyfriend/now husband Siah, is the only one that gets the hugs that could mow a person down.

For anyone else, you'd have to ask him if you could give him a hug. And honestly, he'd love that. He likes when both persons feel cared for.

Hugs are nice. But he likes to be in his own bubble. But he can give you a hand-hug or a high five. The only hugs he has ever given in is when something happens that makes him worry for his siblings.

The only time he let his siblings hug him in a group hug was when he was dying at the Vault beside his good buddy Haurchefant. Having a fear of death, he wanted to die surrounded by his siblings so he wouldn't have to be alone.

Isaac is known to hug his books to his chest. So he would treat you like a book, with care and delicacy. If you let him, he would rub your back or pet your hair.

No. Thomas doesn't want a hug. He hates them. And any kind of affection (platonic and romantic). He doesn't like leeches (people who like hugs like Zachariah). Chances are asking Thomas for a hug is going to end up in him attacking you.

If you want hugs, this is your boy right here; Mr. Middle Child himself. Zachariah truly believes in his silly little head that if everyone just had a hug, it could make the world better. While he would love to throw himself at every person like some rabid hugging beast, he will always ask calmly first. If no, he'll settle for just a wave.

Note: Have white/ginger hair? Chances are he'll think you're another sibling (he can't keep track of the number of siblings he has) or another family member he hasn't met yet.

His hugs are...well...

Have you ever been hugged by a boa constrictor?

Felix isn't too big on hugs. But he will give you a side-hug if you ask. They're quick usually but he's known to have given longer hugs based on circumstance.

Seth doesn't mind gentle one-on-one hugs. He just doesn't like group hugs that much. At first when he meets you, his hugs may be awkward and quick. Eventually when you get to know him, they are welcoming and long-lasting.

Noah is another one of the family members who isn't big on hugs. He used to really like hugs when he was younger, but he quickly grew out of it. Would he give you a hug if you asked? Probably. But as long as no one is around. He doesn't want anyone to see that he is soft.

Finny isn't sure if he gives good hugs. He can't just go and ask his sister or his brothers! It would be a little awkward. He wants to hug people but he's too worried that he's doing something wrong. However, if you hug him, he has this silly little grin on his face and he wraps his arms around you, holding you like you are the only person in the world besides him in the moment.

Jamie is so focused on helping Sammy that he's never really considered what he really wants. So if you hug him, he won't complain. He'll just be a bit surprised. He has the cutest and biggest smile when someone just hugs him randomly.

He loves hugs! Feel free to hug him! As the youngest of 13, he grew very affectionate but has a hard time communicating it to others as he is deaf. But with his twin Jamie's help, they can let those around that he is very much a hugger! So if you want to, you can hug him! His hugs are just like hugging a teddy bear; soft, sweet and fluffy.

Cinna's father:

Papa Rosewood has strong hugs that could cure sadness. His hugs are like how you feel when you go to a place that you love so much. His hugs are truly what safety feels like. It might be a little hard to let go of him, but he is willing to not move until you have gotten your fill of the hug. It was something that he taught his children.

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also if you're still taking prompts, what about engaged elliott and farmer arguing over something stupid and farmer takes off their pendant in the heat of the moment? pereferably with a happy ending but whatever you like is fine lol :) have a nice day!!♡

This was hard! But I ended up loving itttt. <3

I'm gonna keep requests open! But I might be slow! Lol. I wanna make sure none are rushed.

also tumblr, let me do a page break on mobile. ty

Amelia came in the door, shutting it hard behind her despite her conscious attempt to not slam the door. She was all but ready to rip off the stupid white flower dance dress and toss it into the fire. She was humiliated. Every single person there, or so it felt like, was giving her looks of pity. Like Elliot had left or something drastic.

No. He just finds his book more important.

She exhaled through her nose, frustrated as she pulled off her heels, caked in dirt. She tries so desperately to support Elliott in his writing. She happens to think his writing is beautiful and captivating. After all, thats how they shared their first kiss. It wasn't worth the fight. She'd get over it and the town will be just fine. The wedding is in two days. She could keep her mind on that instead. She touched the iridescent shell gingerly before turning to walk toward their bedroom up on the second floor.

"Amelia, darling? Is that you?"

She closed her eyes and exhaled before turning back, stepping toward the study he'd seemed to be living in the past few days. She was still irritated as he walked up to her with a warm smile, enveloping her in a warm hug and kissing her forehead.

"You look beautiful," he stepped back to look at her, an expression of quiet contemplation in his features. He gave a small smirk, looking her over, "I sure hope all of the men who asked to dance with you took their rejection well."

It's a compliment. Don't start a fight. Don't-

"It would have been nice if you were there to dance with me instead."

"Amelia, my muse, I'm sorry," he started, his voice kind and calming, "you know I have to write the moment inspiration strikes! Otherwise I lose the thought," he reached up to touch her face, giving her a gentle smile before continuing, "would you believe that the inspiration turned out to be less than desirable on paper? I'll have to start again, I think."

Amelia tensed, her face growing warm not in a blush, but in anger. She pulled away from his touch, her brows knit together, "Elliott, are you serious?" She asked, her voice sharp.

"Yes, my love," he started, his voice confused and careful, "I started to write it out and the spark was gone. Have I done something wrong?"

"Elliott. You skipped out on the dance with me this year because you absolutely had to put pen to paper and run with the Inspiration," she started, her voice venomous as she moved her arms to emphasize the words.

"Now, Amelia, as soon as we met you knew how important this was to me. When I need to write, I simply must," he frowned, his tone more stern.

"And you said the inspiration disappeared!" She couldn't help but raise her voice a bit, her eyes stinging.

Dammit.. I hate when I angry cry.

"Why couldn't you have just.. come when you realized?" She left him no time to answer, "I was so embarrassed. Everyone looked at me like you were gone or something! They had so much pity that it was palpable, El!"

Elliot had tensed at this point, watching her turn her back to him and move to the kitchen for a glass of water, "this book is the entire reason I moved to the valley in the first place. Since when does it matter what others do? You know I am here!"

She turned sharply, putting her glass on to the counter a little too hard, "what about the wedding, El? What happens if inspiration strikes moments before I walk down the aisle? What then?"

Elliot was taken aback, his brow furrowing at the question. To him, it seemed obvious, though the pause that followed screamed hesitation to Amelia.

"Unbelievable.." her stance deflated, though her voice was stern. She pulled the pendant from around her neck and pushdd it into his hand. She couldn't stop the tears if she tried. Her voice still rang angry, but was now layered with hurt as she couldn't even look at him, "I'm not going to let myself marry someone who would leave me at the altar to write a book."

His heart sank to the pit of his stomach as he tried to hold her hand at the exchange, which she didn't allow even for a fleeting moment, "Amelia, don't be ridiculous, I would never leave you-"

"Save it, El. I can't be around you right now," she said, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. She leaned back against it, angrily pulling the zipper of the dress down and shoving the whole thing off. She thought maybe she broke the zipper, but who gives a shit?

With a quiet sob, she moved to sit against the door. She couldn't believe he hesitated. He hesitated about choosing between their marriage ceremony and a writing session. She let herself cry as she heard his steps coming up to the room slowly. She tried to silence her crying, but the attempt was futile. She couldn't tell if it had been an hour or a minute before she heard Elliott lean against the door, a light strain on his voice as he spoke, just loud enough to hear through the door, "Amelia, please. Can we talk?"

She sighed, her voice shaky, "Elliott, there's nothing to talk about," she started as he rest his forehead on the door, "you had to think about if the wedding or your writing is more important. I can't just be your second priority. I can't just give up those things or do them without you."

"Amel-"

"You were meant to be my husband, El. To devote eternity. To grow old and have children with me. But you had to-"

"Amelia," he said her name through the door, a tone in his voice she had never heard before. He sounded stern and frustrated. He was always cool and collected.. it surprised her enough to quiet her. When he realized he had the floor, he continued, "I would not choose the book over you. I just.." he sighed as she felt the light thump of his head against the door behind her, "I couldn't- can't believe that you even had to ask me that."

She was silent, unsure if she was being dramatic or if he was trying to backpedal. He continued, "yes, my writing is incredibly important to me. But nothing is as important to me as you," he paused, "I had no idea that you wanted me to go today as badly as you did. I thought you didn't even want to go.."

She stared at a spot on the wall, taking in his words as she still failed to stop the flow of tears. At least the sobs had stopped.

"Amelia, I would drop everything and come to you if you needed me. If writing meant losing you…" he paused, "well, it'd be incredibly hard but I would find another way to-"

"El, don't be silly. Everyone we know would shit bricks if they heard you put your pen down.." she joked, her voice a little hoarse as she stood, knowing as soon as she saw him, she'd start up again.

"That's quite the visual, my muse," he quipped before speaking again, genuine agony bleeding in to his tone, "if you truly believe that you cannot marry me, I would never hold that against you. But you need to know that the cause for my brief delay in answer was not hesitation, but a moment of clarity. I never knew how my skipping out on things made you feel. Darling, tell me next time.. if.." he trailed off as she pulled the door open to look up at him.

She was right, she started crying again, the tears flowing steadily as she trembled. She didn't know who embraced who, but all she knew was she was where she belonged: in Elliott's arms.

"El, I'm so sorry I doubted you.. I was just so angry and embarrassed.. and I took it all out on yo-" he cut her off by taking her face in his hands and pressing a short, loving kiss to her lips, salty with her tears.

"I did not communicate my actions or mindset in a fair way to you," he met her eyes, puffy and red with tears, "I love you, my heart. Nothing in this world will ever come before you. Okay?"

She nodded slowly, limited by his hands. She took a deep breath, offering a small smile, "I didn't exactly come forward with my feelings or whatever.." she sighed, reaching up to touch his chest, just where his shirt hang slightly open, her fingers tracing over his collarbone. She knew it was one of his favorite feelings. When she looked back up at him, his eyes were still sad.

He stepped back after a moment before kneeling down on one knee and holding up the pendant, "I.. am much less prepared than I was when I originally asked for your hand and it pains me that I even need to ask again. But if you'll accept me, I swear to never make you feel anything less than perfection. I swear I'll ensure you know that you're the most beautiful, smart, and incredibly compassionate woman I've ever known. I will show you every day that as your husband, I'll-"

She smiled, her tears spilling over once more, "Elliott, I may have been mad but I never actually changed my mind.. I just.." she frowned briefly before bending to steal a kiss as he had from her, "of course I'll still marry you. And I would have been fooled if you told me you had that prepared."

He stood, taking her hand as he smiled down at her, putting the necklace around her neck once more as she mumbled, "Yoba help me when you give your vows… I'll need to ask Hailey for waterproof make up…"

He laughed, bending to steal another, more loving kiss before he rest his forehead against hers, "my heart… we're okay?"

"We're covered in tears, but we are okay," she smiled before moving her arms up around his neck, capturing his lips in another kiss. She threaded her fingers through his hair, her fingertips toying with the hair at the base of his neck.

"Might I mention," he mumbled between kisses, his voice lower now, though it held no anger, "you make it extraordinarily difficult to focus when you're wearing next to nothing, my love," he ghosted his fingertips over her waist, sending a shiver up her spine.

She smiled against his lips before capturing his lower lip in a playful bite. She could feel the effect it was having as she started to kiss along his jawline, careful to whisper in his ear, "isn't there a whole stereotype about makeup se-" she was cut off with another, more heated kiss. She couldn't help but laugh aloud as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his middle.

He had thought of some witty response, some way to tease her as she did him, but he suddenly couldn't find out how to formulate a single cohesive thought.

He didn't mind.

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