#finally answered this yayyy

[nygleskas]

💝 for jr, 💤 for gideon, 🪁 for greg, n 💘 for 🧭!!

💝 - What kind of gifts does/do your f/o’s give you?

jean would gift me literally anything and everything no matter how expensive it is (bc yk he's Like That) but particularly he rly likes gifting me flowers/bouquets and silly plushies :3

💤 - Who sleeps in and who’s an early riser?

hmm we're both early risers !

🪁 - Do you and your F/O live together? If not do you want to or plan on it?

ohhhh. i think for a while, we live separately. but like there's a ton of sleepovers/spending the night. i think down the line post-s4 when we head off to manage a brightstar location we'd move in together :3

💘 - Who fell first and who fell harder?

hehehe ok. i'd probably fall first but 🧭 would fall harder. 100%. like. ok i'm just gonna say everyone's names i can't be bothered to do more Coding omg but yk like bubbles and james would joke abt him crushing on me and he's just like "uhh haha no i don't, we're just friends 😀". and then like a week later he's trying to sleep and he can't and he's thinking abt like 4853 things and he Realizes. like... OH... they're Right. and after that he's prob like so nervous around me. i've totally bewitched him hehe (also james/everett/bubbles immediately figure out he likes me and Absolutely tease him for it-)

f/o ask game

[eggpuffs]

AAA THAT'S SO EXCITING I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF HER CONTENT!!!!! missed her so much!! thanks for letting me know!! 🥹💜 hope you both have a great week!

[slabime]

You're the one who got me into Warlson so I'm putting these thoughts on you do you think Wilson "probably eats the same bacon and eggs every day bc it's good for the brain" Higgsbury and Warly "Cannot eat the same food twice in a row or he'll explode" Dontstarve have funny breakfast situations.

Wilson isn't allowed to make breakfast more than a few times a month at most bc he will make eggs and bacon Every Day and he'll be happy for it(autism) but warly(different autism) will be. strained. if u know dun meshi I think it gets to a point where its like that one panel of kabru when he's offered the harpy omlette:

[halffootguildofficial]

*the door of the tavern would open and a familiar half-foot woman would step inside waving to the other*

“Hey dad, just decided I’d stop by -yes I know I ‘stop by’ often, don’t remind me”

-@chilchucks-oldest-daughter 🍷✒️💥

Chilchuck brightens up immediately when he catches sight of his oldest. He stands up straight and pats the bar to usher her over to her usual seat.

"Well, look what the spirits dragged back! It's my Mei!" He struggles to hide both the warmth in his voice and the grin creeping it's way onto his face, "My kids have the decency to check in on their old man after all!" He acts this way every time she comes back to stop by, "Come get a glass of your favourite brew, my treat."

[feralferretxp]

💕💖Happy Valentine's Day! 💙🧡

Drew Widget and Bang taking a mirror selfie together during their years in college :]

Okay, so lore/headcanon drop:

Widget and Bang first met at Storybot University and quickly became college buddies, connecting by their similar views of life and even personal struggles of feeling misunderstood and out of place. Some stuff here and there, and after a lot of bonding, the two soon became sort of a thing; Like best buds but a little something more.

Near the end of their college experience (Either they graduated or dropped out), they moved in together in an apartment as roomies. After some time, both got into the workforce in order to make money and get by. This is when Widget meets Penny while working as a intern, and when Bang joins Answer Team 341B.

Thus that leads to the present day where Widget has their girlfriend Penny, and Bang and Boop are a thing too (I love/ship those two), all while Widget and Bang still being their own thing and best friends ofc. It's like an N or Z polycule.

Wanna make a drawing one day of Penny introducing them like: "This is my partner Widget, and this is their partner Bang, and this is his partner Boop." I think that would be really fun and silly c:

Anyways, live laugh love Citruses (Widget x Penny), Blueberry Pancakes (Widget x Bang), and Bang x Boop (Idk if they even have a ship name lol)

So yeah, I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day!💕

[mullet-stanley]

(A man sits on the edge of a rickety dock playing banjo, seemingly all by himself. He’s blond, bespectacled with a shaky grip on his instrument and a generally lanky frame. His fashion looks approximately 20 years outdated.) -@mr-fidds

*stan approaches the man*

uh…hey. You’re fiddleford, right? I kinda need your help with somethin back at my house…

Uh, by the way, I’m Stan-

[beanghostprincess]

Sorry but since is shuggy popular? Have you even been to Japan? Or talked to anyone from there?

I answered this before but!! Okay, first things first, I actually believe Shuggy to be very popular, but the hate towards it is sometimes so loud and people have so many different views of the dynamic that it seems like it's unpopular. But in comparison to other ships? Shuggy is popular. However, I believe it to be more popular on the Japanese side of the fandom because despite not having talked to anyone from there, I do have internet, and most of the content I see is from Japanese creators. I have talked about this with other people and they agree on Buggy and Shuggy being more popular there too, but I don't have like, any sources to explain this. It's just the vibes the fandom gives me, tbh.

[see-arcane]

me, hit by the heatwave: phone charms... of the drac gang.. if they had animated designs.... castlevania team draw them plz

Not Castlevania, but...

...my kingdom for some little guys. Some tiny friends (and fiend)

[anonymouspuzzler]

YOOOO GO TEAM STARDUST!!!!!! thats another person to add to my af hitlist ufhfkfldhdkg

i'm beign Attacked

[softpine]

It's fall what are your sims like during this changing of seasons? Who are my pumpkin spice girlies? Who's watching 31 nights of halloween on freeform? Who's had their costume planned all year? and if my Finny boy was here what matching costumes would he and Asa do??

ahh this is so cute, thanks for asking 🥺 caroline is the most into halloween, i can see her decorating the entire house, inside and out, and wearing extra heavy clothes and makeup throughout the month. elaine is for sure on pumpkin spice lock down; everything she consumes for the next month needs to be pumpkin flavored or pumpkin shaped lmao. horror movies go exclusively to beth and danny, they're probably watching the exorcist over skype as we speak. stevie loves to go all out with her costume and hand out candy (aka scare the shit out of the neighborhood kids by popping up from the bushes) and for finn and asa's costumes hmmmmmmmm asa isn't much of a halloween person but his deer costume was adorable so maybe finn can be a hunter fjskdjs

[not-the-organ]

i saw you in the park feeding the ducks. i could’ve pushed you in the lake. be glad i didn’t

Oh yay my first Tumblr death threat!! I’m getting the full Tumblr experience!!

[letstrip13]

🩰 - princess treatment

summary: chris gets his drunk girlfriend home and ready for bed

warnings: mentions of drinking, not proofread. besides that, it's nothing but fluff!

word count: 770

author's note: finally got one posted on time yayyy!!

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“come on, babe, it's time to go. i called us an uber,” your boyfriend says to you as he gently pulls you away from dancing with a group of friends. “no,” you whine. “yes,” he says softly but firmly, “we've been here for almost four hours now and you're wasted.”

it was true. he'd only wanted to stop by for an hour at the most and say hi to his friends. you both wanted to stay sober too. but you saw some old friends and forgot all about your agreement with chris. “no i'm not.” you try to lie despite slurring your words but it's clear to anyone that you are. “how much have you had to drink then?” it takes you a moment to answer but you simply shrug. “if you can't remember, it's been too much, princess.”

it was a nickname he liked to use for you often but that was all he'd been calling you tonight, probably because of your costumes.

that's actually how you had found the idea. you two were sitting on the couch and your mind was completely blank. you knew it was a costume party and you wanted to participate with something easy since you wouldn't be there for long, or so you thought. “i can't think of anything,” you had said, “and all the ideas i do come up with, i don't like.” “i'll be happy with whatever you choose, princess,” he replied. that's when it clicked. “that's perfect! let's be a princess and prince!”

now here you are in your costumes. yours is a light pink corset top with gold detailing paired with a skirt of the same shade. a plastic gold and pink tiara sits atop your perfect styled head of hair. white socks with ruffles at the top and a pair of gold heels borrowed from a friend complete the look. meanwhile, chris is in a simple white button down shirt with a pair of dark jeans, white shoes and the crown from his last tour on his head.

his phone pings with a notification that the uber is here and he gives your hand a gentle tug. “the uber is here, we have to leave.” he gives you a chance to say a quick goodbye to your friends before you walk out hand in hand. he opens the car door for you and helps you in before getting in and shutting the door. he buckles you in before doing the same for himself.

your head rests on chris’ shoulder and it seems like barely any time has passed before he's getting out of the car and helping you out. he notices how tired you now seem so he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder, carefully positioning his hand so as not to let you expose anything.

he carries you inside and into his bedroom which is thankfully on the bottom floor so he doesn't have to take you up any stairs. he sits you down on his bed. “what do you want to do first?” “clothes,” you tiredly mumble.

he kneels in front of you, removing your heels and socks. “can you stand up for me, my love?” you nod and stand so he can loosen the corset top. he helps you out of it, discarding it to his bedroom floor somewhere to deal with later. he pulls your skirt down, helping you step out of it.

he quickly grabs something for you to wear, noticing how you slightly shiver. he puts one of his t-shirts on you and helps you step into some pajama pants you had previously left there. “there we go. come on, sweetheart, into the bathroom,” he says as he guides you in there.

he picks you up and puts you on the counter before grabbing some makeup wipes and wiping your face as delicately as he can manage. next, he puts some toothpaste on a toothbrush for you and helps you brush, holding your hair back when you spit in the sink.

once you're all finished, he carries you down and helps you into bed, making sure you're comfortable before leaving the room. he goes up to the kitchen and comes back down with a bottle of water and two advils for the headache he knows you'll wake up with, leaving them on his nightstand next to you.

he gets himself unready before he climbs into bed beside you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight, my princess. sweet dreams,” he whispers as he turns the lights off and lays down, both of you drifting off to sleep as he holds you.

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[mystellenia]

giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ

summary: you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.

content: nothing much, just ellie being shy

notes: answer to this req!! i'm trying a new format of posts. sometimes i see people do not quite hcs but also not quite a normal, paragraph-formatted fic. its this in between of bullet points????? idk lemme know if yall like it

(wc 0.6 k)

after spending an hour on painting your lips and pressing them to the cloth of the hoodie you'd gotten for ellie, you sat back and examined your work

you had to admit: the hoodie looked beautiful. but! you did not!!!! your lips were stained red from the paint, your back hurt from hunching over to kiss the hoodie, and you'd probably ingested about an ounce of red40!!! (i know red 40 is in food but let me be silly)

after washing the paint that had gotten on your skin off in the sink, you ironed the sweatshirt to seal the paint in (don't ask me how that works bc idk i just saw it on tiktok like 10 mins ago)

and now we wait for ellie to come home!!

when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them. one day she's gonna take a step and they're gonna turn into a cloud of dust i swear

anyway you're sitting on the couch with your phone in your lap, the painted sweatshirt folded into a square with the kisses hidden inside. she walks towards you and gives you a lil kissy kiss on the forehead like hiiii

you get all smiley because you're excited for her to see the sweatshirt and she gets all suspish.... like what's so funny....

sooooooo.... you tell her you made her something and unfold the hoodie and hold it up to your body so she can see the full thing. and she would soooo get all beet red, like, "...you made this for me?"

and you're like "yes of course do you like it queen" then she gets over the like flusteredness (????(actually i revoke my ???? bc i just made that a word)) and gets so happi like yayyy!!!!

then she looks all confused at your lips and is like "is that why your lips look so severely chapped and red?"

and you get mad so you take away kiss privileges so she does the only reasonable thing which is putting you in a headlock to force kiss you

would definitely immediately put it on and go look in the mirror at her with it on. she'll start geeking and thank you and all that jazz

she would wear that shit 24/7. sleeping working showering shitting ANYWHERE best believe she has that hoodie on. and you tell her its been like 2 weeks of her wearing it nonstop so she needs to wash it but she refuses bc she doesn't want the kisses to start fading. u wash it anyway bc its dirty and she cold shoulders you for about 30 mins before she sees some dumb reel she just has to show you (me fr).

i feel like she's a hot sleeper--like she gets too hot at night to wear the hoodie but she still wants it so she'll just hold it as a baby blanket of sorts and Whatnot.

wait very unrelated but does anyone have a baby blanket that they've had for so long its like basically just threads thats so funny

but overall she loves it. she likes to kiss the kiss prints you made on the sweatshirt bc it's "like kissing you."

there was one time she couldn't find it for like 2 days (because you'd washed it since she never does) and she tried to act all nonchalant and unaffected like she wasn't about to start tweaking and like twitching

then you gave it to her all calm because it was literally just in the wash and she was like "what😨😨😨 where did you find it😨😨😨" and you just tell her it was in the wash and shes like "oh that makes sense"

pls im so sorry. before i say anything i would like to formally apologize to the anon who submitted the ask for this bc this is so shit. you ask me for a product and this is how i repay you!! shame on me. please dilly dally on over to my asks and ask me something else so i can actually, i don't know, do a good job!! this ask was cute tho u ate with that

@picklesarenice69

wow i very strongly dislike this format so much this is the first and last time i will be doing this!!! i’m only posting this bc its been like a week since i last posted and the citizens will soon revolt, which the city's defenses cannot afford!! we're about to run out of wheat like times are getting tough. maybe i should just try just headcanons 🤔

can you tell i was fighting demons to not make this my normal vocab and format. like just look at this sentence and how it progresses: "when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them." the way that sentence progresses is just the silly demons taking over and also my coping mechanism for grimacing at how much i didnt mesh with this format

like i just couldnt take myself seriously. "yes of course do you like it queen" HELLO??? WHY DID I TYPE THAT but i will not be fixing and/or deleting it bc its making me giggle

dont get me wrong some of you ladies chew it up but i am made for unreasonably long and time consuming fics!!! i’m getting heated too bc not only is this so short and quick to do but it also takes less focus and brain power and ofc i had to make things hard for myself and hate it!!! i’m soooooooooooo silly

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

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edit: wait i would like to clarify that i just hate this because perhaps i’m not used to it. if you guys like this maybe i'll do more bc i follow the clout always 💯

[cactus-cuddler]

Hi there!! I’d like to request a Natasha story :)

For this I’d like to imagine the reader can’t sleep so they decide to go get some tea or something to help them sleep. But when they come to the living room before the kitchen, they see Natasha’s already there - and she’s dancing.. but not ballet. Natasha’s tap dancing. In her pajamas. And since… since when did she get tap shoes?

Basically I’d just love a fluff piece where Natasha’s a tap dancer and the reader has a massive crush on her, and it ends with a kiss and Natasha just being a super sweet flirt :)

Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it @caitlinsnow-yayyy <3

𝑻𝒂𝒑 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Word count: 1,9 k

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Plot: You, Natasha and Wanda have been best friends since high school but you feel something more than friendship with Natasha. One night, unable to sleep, you head to the kitchen but you hear strange noises from the living room

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Warnings: just fluff

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Author's note: English is not my first language so sorry if there are any mistakes

It’s the middle of the night, and the apartment is quiet. Everyone should be asleep, but here you are, tossing and turning in your bed.

You, Natasha Romanoff, and Wanda Maximoff have been roommates since high school, always inseparable. Your bond is something special, but lately, your feelings for Natasha have grown beyond friendship. Every time you’re near her, there’s an undeniable spark, a pull that makes you want to close the gap between you. But the thought of risking your friendship—and the trio that means so much to you—holds you back. You can't bear the idea of creating tension that Wanda would undoubtedly sense, or worse, the possibility of Natasha pulling away from you.

Unable to sleep, you finally give in and slip out of bed, putting on your slippers to head to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Your room is the central one; Natasha’s is to your right, where you assume she’s sound asleep, and Wanda’s is to your left, though it’s empty tonight since she’s staying at Vision’s place.

As you pass through the living room, you hear a rhythmic sound that piques your curiosity. It’s mesmerizing, almost like a melody, growing louder as you approach. You quietly bypass the kitchen, following the sound to its source. Carefully, you open the door and are momentarily blinded by the light. When your eyes adjust, you see a head of red hair spinning and tapping gracefully across the floor.

Natasha is tap dancing.

You freeze, utterly captivated by her. The way her feet glide across the floor, the way her body moves in perfect harmony with the rhythm—it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. There’s something so enchanting, so breathtaking about watching her in this unguarded moment. Her movements are fluid, powerful, yet there’s a softness in the way she loses herself in the dance. You can’t tear your eyes away, feeling as if you’re seeing a side of Natasha she’s never shown anyone before.

But as you lean in to watch more closely, the door creaks, and you stumble into the room, startling Natasha and causing her to stop mid-step.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say quickly, scrambling to your feet, your heart pounding in your chest. “You’re amazing, Nat. Why didn’t you tell me you could dance like that?”

Her blue eyes meet yours, and you see her cheeks flush the same shade as her hair. Embarrassed, she looks you over to make sure you’re not hurt, and you smile at her concern, though your mind is still reeling from what you just witnessed.

“Why are you still up?” she asks, trying to change the subject in that way she does when she’s feeling shy.

Instead of answering, you find a burst of courage and gently take her hands. “Dance with me!” you say, your heart racing. You’ve dreamed of this moment for days—dancing with Natasha, close enough to feel her warmth, and it’s just an innocent request between friends… right?

She hesitates for a moment before smiling softly. “Promise you won’t tell anyone you caught me tap dancing?”

You lift your pinky, grinning. “Only if you tap dance for me.”

Natasha chuckles and takes your pinky with hers in a playful promise. She leads you to the couch and sets you down before stepping into the open space she’s cleared in the living room. As she begins to dance again, her movements are even more fluid, more confident now that you’re watching. You can’t take your eyes off her—she’s absolutely breathtaking.

The way she moves is hypnotic. Each step she takes is perfectly timed, a graceful blend of strength and elegance. Her red hair sways with each turn, catching the light as she twirls, and you’re struck by how beautiful she looks in this moment—so free, so alive. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you watch her, overwhelmed by the emotions you’ve kept bottled up for so long. This is the Natasha you’ve fallen in love with—the one who dances like no one is watching, who carries so much grace and fire within her.

As the rhythm flows, she reaches out and takes your hand, encouraging you to stand. “Come on, try to follow my feet.”

You attempt to mimic her steps, but your feet seem to have a mind of their own, making awkward, clumsy sounds against the floor. Natasha laughs, not unkindly, and squeezes your hand.

“Wait here,” she says, disappearing into her room. When she returns, she’s holding a pair of tap shoes that she hands to you. To your surprise, they fit perfectly.

“This move should be easy,” Natasha says, demonstrating a simple step. You try to copy her, but the sounds you make are far from harmonious.

“You’re too stiff,” she observes gently. “Relax, let your feet do their thing.”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on her advice, but all you can think about is how close she is, how her scent fills the air, how her hands feel in yours. Somehow, despite your racing thoughts, you manage to move your feet, and when you open your eyes, Natasha is beaming at you.

“Good job!” she exclaims, her voice full of pride.

You laugh, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the dancing. The two of you continue, Natasha patiently guiding you through the steps until you’re both breathless and laughing, collapsing onto the couch in a heap of exhausted contentment.

As you sit there, side by side, you realize that maybe—just maybe—moments like this are worth the risk to confess your feelings.

“How long have you been dancing?” you ask her between sighs.

“Since I was little, but no one knows except my parents,” she confesses.

You fall into a deep silence. You’re close, terribly close. Your shoulders touch as do your legs, and though you should move away, you can’t bring yourself to. Natasha rests her head on your shoulder, and your heart starts pounding, your cheeks growing warmer by the second. It’s not from the dancing; it’s her—she’s the one causing all this.

“Dancing with you was beautiful,” she whispers, her scent enveloping you as her soft, smooth hair brushes against your cheek.

“Because I had a good teacher,” you murmur, barely audible. You slide your hand behind her back and start playing with her hair, letting your fingers glide through the silken strands. Minutes pass, stretching into what feels like forever, and being this close to someone who’s supposed to be just a friend is almost too much to handle. You feel the urge to tell her everything, to confess your feelings, but the fear holds you back.

“Sorry, Natasha, I’m feeling sleepy now,” you say, searching for an excuse to escape to your room and lock away the overwhelming emotions that threaten to spill out.

She lifts her head from your shoulder and looks at you, confused. You seem agitated, your mind clearly elsewhere. You try to get up, but she grabs your hand and gently pulls you back down, this time into her arms.

“Rest your head here,” she says, patting her thighs. “Do you remember in high school? We’d sit on the grass, and you’d lay down with your head on my lap while you pointed out the clouds.”

You can’t help but smile at the memory. Back then, your feelings for Natasha weren’t as intense as they are now.

You do as she asks, lying down with your head on her lap. As she starts to gently caress your hair, your heart flutters, your stomach filling with butterflies. Her touch is so tender, so calming, that you can’t help but close your eyes and let the moment consume you. When you roll over to face her, you find her already looking at you, a soft smile on her lips. Her lips—the ones you’ve dreamed about for so long, the ones you’ve longed to feel against yours. You can’t keep this inside any longer.

“Nat,” you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

She shifts slightly, her expression curious but open. “What is it?”

You take a deep breath, the words trembling on the tip of your tongue. “I… I’ve been trying to keep this to myself because I didn’t want to ruin anything between us. But the truth is, I care about you—more than just as a friend.”

Natasha’s eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, you fear you’ve overstepped. But then, she squeezes your hand, her thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” she says softly, her voice steady but with an edge of vulnerability. “I’ve felt the same way for a while now… I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Relief washes over you, mingled with an overwhelming sense of joy. You smile, and Natasha mirrors it, the tension that once lingered between you dissolving into something warmer, deeper. Without thinking, you lean in, and she meets you halfway.

The kiss is soft, tentative at first, like the beginning of a new dance. But as you both realize that this is real, that you both want this, it deepens, becoming a silent promise between you.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads resting together, you both laugh quietly, the sound filled with a mix of happiness and disbelief.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of doing this,” Natasha confesses, her voice trembling slightly. Your smile won’t fade—it can’t, not with the realization that someone as incredible as her feels the same way.

“So I haven’t ruined our friendship?” you ask, the last shred of doubt clinging to your thoughts. You need to hear it again, to make sure this isn’t just a beautiful dream you’ll wake up from.

Natasha’s expression turns serious for a moment, her eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore,” she says, and the words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your smile falters, panic flooding your veins as the implication of her words sinks in. Your eyes begin to sting with the threat of tears.

But before you can spiral any further, she reaches up to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear that’s escaped. “No, baby, don’t cry,” she murmurs, her voice soft and reassuring. “I don’t want to be your friend because I want to be your girlfriend.”

The relief that washes over you is so intense, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. Her words are like a balm to your heart, healing the fear and doubt that have kept you silent for so long. When she leans in to kiss you again, it’s not hesitant or unsure—it’s filled with the sweetness of a love that has waited too long to be spoken aloud.

This kiss is different. It’s not just the tentative brush of lips but a deep, slow connection that feels like coming home. Her lips are warm and soft, moving with yours in a rhythm that’s as natural as breathing. You lose yourself in the moment, in the way her hands cradle your face, in the way your heart finally feels at peace.

The next morning Wanda comes into the apartment and sees you sleeping on the couch. Your head is resting on Natasha's chest and Natasha's hand is on your back, she fell asleep caressing it. On your lips a smile lights up your face.

Your friend looks at you with a maternal tenderness in her eyes, she had been waiting for you two to declare your love for a long time. She takes her phone out of her bag and takes a picture of you and then goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone to celebrate your love.

Thanks for reading♡

[coff33andb00ks]

anddd 52 + lando maybe???💝

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

driver + number = drabble <3

yayyy bestie!Lando is fun to write thanks darling!!

warnings: lando's a terrible cook, maybe some slight pining if you squint

When you unlock Lando's door, you stop dead in your tracks. Usually you're greeted by him hollering out that he's in his gaming room, or the smell of Chinese takeaway.

Today, you're being met with the sound of Lando panicking and the acrid smell of smoke.

"Lando?!" you call out and half a second later the smoke detector begins to scream.

"Fuck!" He's really panicking and you drop everything, rushing to the kitchen to find him holding a smoldering pan over the sink.

You want to ask what the hell he's done but you grab his arm and shove the pan into the sink, eyes widening when there's a sudden whoosh and the contents are a ball of flames. Slapping Lando's hand away when he reaches to turn the water on, you snatch the hoodie you're wearing off and throw it over the pan to smother the flames without thinking. "Can you turn off the smoke detector and open the window?"

Lando stares at you, lips parted in shock but he nods, moving to open the window while you poke your hoodie over the pan with a spatula. Once he's silenced the detector he bends over, gasping a little while the smoke slowly rolls out the window.

Deeming it safe, you turn on the water. "What the hell were you doing?" you ask between coughs.

"Cooking," he wheezes.

"Charcoal?" You leave the water running and move to the window for fresh air.

"It was eggs." He looks at you weirdly. "Was that my hoodie?"

"You can have it back now," you promise.

"I only left them cooking for a minute and when I came back they were smoking. Then I tried pulling the pan off the cooktop but I burned my finger and oil sloshed–"

"How much oil did you use?" you blurt.

His cheeks turn red and if you weren't annoyed with him for causing you to ruin your favorite hoodie that you borrowed - stole - from him you'd be thinking how cute it is when he bushes. "Um..." He rubs the side of his nose. "I didn't want it to stick so..."

"Fucking hell," you groan, turning off the water. Picking up the hoodie, you wince when you see that it's completely ruined. What's left of the eggs is floating in the pan. His words finally register and you drop the hoodie back into the sink. "You burned your finger?"

Lando holds up his left index finger and you can just see a faint red mark. "S'alright, I think I'll live," he teases, lips twitching.

You try not to laugh. It's not funny. He could have been seriously injured. He could have set fire to the apartment. But he's starting to giggle and before you know if you're laughing with him, and when he answers his phone to assure the building manager that there's no fire you know your laughter can be heard.

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes," Lando giggles as he ends the call.

"What do you mean?" You finally compose yourself and start cleaning up the mess.

"I'm such a fucking loser." He nudges you aside so he can get a bag from the cupboard beneath the sink to put the hoodie into. "I don't know why you stick around."

"Well god knows someone has to, otherwise you'd have destroyed half the country by now." You're teasing and when you see the flicker of a frown on his face you feel bad. "Hey–"

"I didn't mean to–" He sighs.

"I know you didn't Lan." You lean to give him a hug. "It's okay, yeah? We'll clean up and I'll fix you something."

"Sorry," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you close. He presses a kiss into your hair and you know everything's alright.

"You should be," you sigh. "That was your new Balenciaga hoodie."

[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt 9

pt 8 here

content: stalking (duh.) overdone sick trope 👍🏽, FINALLY something happens Jesus Christ, reader hates school, Choso can't THINK, reader HAS siblings but doesn't consider them family, not so much stalking in this one, more just progression and Choso being cute hehe (a.n) yayyy I finally finished this!!!!! sorry I was bed ridden for three days straight and finally felt the sun on my face yesterday.(depression) I know I indulged a little too much of my thoughts and feelings abt family in this one but I HAD to. Wrote this listening to 'This town- Niall Horan'

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Obsessive!Choso who remembered how angry you looked earlier talking to your roommate, almost like you were arguing with them but he didn't know why. You seemed perfectly fine when he asked you if you were ready to go. He looked over at you, basking in the light of the moon. “Can I ask you something?” he blurted, making you look over at him. Bright eyes and a slight sneer on your lips, humming a quiet ‘mhm’ before looking back up to the sky. “What was your roommate telling you?” he asked, making your eyes turn tight, “Before we left- I mean.” he clarified. You didn't bother looking over at him, you kept your eyes on the sky before answering him. “They were telling me how rude I was being. ‘First day back and you're already running off with god knows who’ I think they said.” you repeat what they told you in a sarcastic tone, “Telling me that was sooo unlike me.” you mumbled, being able to feel his stare on your skin.

“I dunno,” you spoke up, knowing he wasn't going to say anything till you expressed your opinion on the topic. “I certainly didnt miss their lengthy lectures or their opinions on my life.” you murmured, hands in your pockets as you hummed. “Lectures?” Choso spoke up, questioning why your roommate was lecturing you. ‘Of all people in the world I refuse to believe they lecture you on your choices.’

“Mhm. They love chastising me for such stupid things. It's like I live with my mother again.” You frowned, looking over at him to see if he had heard what he needed. “And that's a bad thing?” he pinched his eyebrows, “If you grew up the same way I did, you'd never want to see your mother again, let alone live with her.” you laughed, “16 years was more than enough time living with that woman.” You joked, scanning his face and seeing he did not comprehend what you were saying. 

Obsessive!Choso who blamed your words on your boozy state, making sure to remember the topic so he could ask you later. Seeing your flushed expression and thinking it was time to get you home, in hopes you’d sleep off whatever they gave you. “C’mon. Let's get you home.” he mumbled, seeing a tinge of disappointment on your face. You hummed, “I'd rather stay here forever.” swishing your torso as you looked up at the moon. It was clear from the tone you took that you were clearly inebriated. But he’d much rather have you here, tipsy and refusing to go home, than with another man who would've just hurt you. “You stay out here any longer and you'll get sick.” He took a step forward. In the state you were in, you had found confidence looming inside you, a small smirk forming at your lips before you looked at him. “I didn't know you cared.” you teased. Eyes half lidded when you saw his face turn bitter.  Furrowing his eyebrows and looking at you with a hand placed flat against his chest, almost clutching his pearls. “Of course I care-” serious tone as he saw you try to suppress a laugh.

You sighed with a smile, looking down to your shoes and humming in response. Looking up at him with a hazy smile, “Take me home.” you wirred. The words that fell from your lips made a chill run down his spine, the tone you took didn't help either. Choso only nodded his head quickly before taking a step away from you, suddenly feeling like you were too close. You only raised your eyebrows at him, almost waiting for him to start walking in the direction of your house. He inhaled sharply before turning to take a step, seeing you walk right next to him. Silence. Usually the silence that fell between you two was comfortable, knowing he wasn't a man of many words at times. But this kind of silence made you want to laugh at how awkward it was. Especially anytime your hand brushed against his, he'd flinch away as though you were made of glass. 

“You're so strange.” you mumbled with a smile, being able to see the side of his profile as you walked. “Strange?” he asked, looking over to you with his hands in his pockets to keep from touching you. You laughed at the way he said that word, almost like it was the last thing he was expecting to hear from you. You remembered a picture you had seen on instagram. Of a cat looking sad and apologizing for being strange and off putting- which you found hilarious because he looked exactly like that cat right now. “Yes- strange and off putting.” You smiled, mimicking what the photo said. Choso mentally was scolding himself for being that way, not knowing why you were calling him that- but thought there had to be a reason behind it. 

Obsessive!Choso who took a few seconds to process what you had said, seeing you look up at the stars as you walked on the sidewalk. “I'm sorry...?” he asked more than stated, making you look at him with a confused smile. “For being ‘strange and off putting’?” he mumbled seeing you not understanding why he was apologizing. You wrapped your hand at the ditch of his elbow with a small laugh, “That's okay. I like you even if you are.” you joked, making Choso feel a warmth flood his cheeks. 

Walking across the street and stepping up the small steps of your porch. Seeing the porch light turn on, scanning his face. Noticing his flushed cheeks and blaming it on the weather. “You wanna come in? My roommates won't be home till late.” You smiled, looking at him through your eyelashes with a cheeky smile. Choso widened his eyes at your words, thinking of how forward you were being. Too forward. He nodded his head ‘no’ before speaking. “I think you're a little too tipsy right now.” He grumbled, seeing you disagree with your head. “I'm not- you're just a little blurry right now.” You smiled. Seeing him give you a feigned ‘is that so?’ raising your eyebrows in response. Mouthing a small ‘Okay, okay.’ before turning to unlock your door. 

You opened the door to your house before feeling a certain itch in your brain form. “Before you go-” you turned around, the door cracked open with the door knob in your hand. “Do you...” you hesitated, suddenly feeling very embarrassed by what you were thinking. “Do you not like me or something?” You gave a forced smile. Knowing the words you had been thinking for the past few days were finally out in the open. The expression that formed on his face was something you never expected to see from him. He looked like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide and mouth struggling to find words to say to you. “I-” he started, you tilted your head with raised eyebrows waiting for him to say something. “Because I like you, Choso.” you hummed, batting your eyelashes. Hoping that your own words would motivate him to say what you wanted to hear. 

The seconds you stood there felt like an eternity- maybe it was. The porch light had turned off from how long he took to answer you. Choso’s head was reeling from the words you told him. ‘As a friend? As a stranger? As something else-’ his mind was racing with questions only you could answer. He mouthed a million words, trying to say something but hesitating before he actually voiced them. “I-” he managed, seeing you part your lips and the shine in your eyes start to dim. “I lo-” he started, catching himself before stuttering. “I like you too.” He shuddered, the feeling of words falling from his lips without permission. 

Obsessive!Choso who nodded his head ‘no’ almost in disbelief at what he just said. “Really?” you asked, cheeky smile on your lips, fishing for more words from him. His face showed you everything you needed to see, he looked nervous. It was almost funny, looking horrified yet elated. He only nodded his head yes, seeing you look away from his gaze. “Do you really like me too?” he asked, feeling a frog was in his throat. Heart thumping so hard in his chest he swore you could hear it. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, dim lighting making your eyes sparkle once more. Nodding with a small ‘mhm’. “Even if I'm strange and off putting?” he whispered, feeling hazy as though this was a dream. You gave him a lushy smile, cheeks starting to hurt from how much his words delighted you. “Especially if you're strange and off putting.” You giggled, making him look down at his shoes. Noticing just how close you were to him. 

‘This is wrong. I shouldn't be here.’ he thought, looking back up to inspect your features. Taking advantage of how close he was. Even if he knows he’ll feel guilty for it later. ‘I don't deserve to be here with you.’ His gaze was heavy on you, feeling like he was staring into your soul. You exhaled, looking off to the side before speaking, “I've never felt so seen before I met you.” you whispered, feeling like he could see every crack, every secret and every moment of doubt in your life. Even if the plentiful amounts of liquor you had earlier were clouding your judgment. It was the truth, a truth you hadn’t admitted out loud till now. He called your name, making you look back to him with swelling eyes and a wavering smile. “-I see you,” he hummed, the horrified look on his face now gone, looking at you with warm eyes and a softened expression. Calling your name once more, “-I always have.” you furrowed your eyebrows, lip quivering and looking to him with expectant eyes.

“You sure you don't wanna come in?” you grinned, wanting to talk to him surrounded by the warmth of your bedroom. Choso softly nodded his head no, “Another time.” he grinned. Even if he had turned down your offer, you found comfort in knowing that he at least liked you. Choso straightened his posture, looking at you with a toothy grin. “Lock your doors-” he started, half laugh caught in his chest. “Lock your windows, close your curtains.” he lectured, making you smile in response. “I will. I will.” you mumbled, stepping into the doorway and looking at him as you leaned against the door frame. 

Sappy smile on your lips as you watched him take a step back, “Goodnight.” he grinned. Looking at you as though this was some shitty rom com from the early 2000. If you paid any more attention, you'd see his pupils in the shape of tiny hearts, hands in his pockets as the porch creaked beneath his heavy boots. “Goodnight Choso.” You hummed, waiting till he turned around to walk away. Making note that he looked back once at you when he was at the bottom of the stairs, and once more when he was walking on the sidewalk before closing the door. You found it sweet he looked back twice at you, if only you knew he kept looking to see if you closed the door so he could stand in the spot he usually stood at to watch your house. To watch you.

Obsessive!Choso waited to make sure your roommate got home before he left you alone. To make sure they didn't bring back one of their ‘friends’ with them. Not trusting your roommate or their shitty friends. But his fears were eased when he saw they came back alone, stumbling out of a car and tripping on their own shoes, sure. But thankful they came back alone, especially since they seemed frustrated when they saw the doors were locked. Having to fumble with their unused keys just to get into the house. Thankful that you listened to him, looking up and seeing you did in fact close your curtains. Smiling to himself at how you acted on your promise. Even if you were going to do it already, Choso couldn't help but think you did it just because he told you to.

Making sure to gently lay on his bed when he got home, on the brink of falling asleep before hearing his phone ding. He wanted to ignore it, but thoughts of what if it was you flooded his mind. Picking up his phone a staring at it with squinty eyes, seeing you had sent him a photo. ‘ik its late but i wanted u to know this is what i was referring to btw’ he read, waiting for the photo to load. Seeing it was a very sad cat, ‘oh god did i look like that ?’ he typed, trying his best to sound coherent. ‘yes u did!!! thats why i told u that’ he read hearing your voice in his mind. ‘im sorry if u were sleepin’ you double texted. Making Choso roll over slowly on his bed and hug his pillow with a small blush on his cheeks. ‘i wont lie, i was about to’ he replied, seeing you start to type. ‘ok ok ill let u sleep, text me in the morning ok?’ you asked, your coherence made it clear to Choso that you probably ate something to soak up what was in your stomach. ‘ok’ he sent, typing with one eye open, ‘goodnight :)’ before shutting his phone off and snuggling into his pillow pretending it was you.

Obsessive!Choso who’s assumptions were true, you had finally eaten a sad grilled cheese and had a cup of coffee before your roommate got home. Suddenly regretting every single thing you had confessed to Choso. Worrying you made him uncomfortable or offended him by your slurred words that had no meaning behind them. Even if it was embarrassing recalling all the things you had said to him, you were glad they were said. Knowing that if you hadn't found the confidence to tell him, those words probably wouldn't have been spoken till you were frustrated with the lack of progress. But now the looming thought of ‘Did he mean he liked me in a friend way, or in another way?’ was heavy. Frustration creep back into your mind, feeling like you haven't made any progress at all.

Sunday was spent in bed for Choso, feeling a little under the weather. Watching the small red dot on his phone move anytime you needed to run an errand for your roommate. It worried you- him feeling ill. Knowing how long he spent outside just to get you home. You tried asking him if you could come over with medicine. But the mere thought of you standing in his apartment, inches away from the shrine he had in his closet. Various photos of you in small frames around his apartment. It made him shiver at the thought. Clearing his throat before assuring you. “I’m fine- I'll be fine.” holding back the itching cough that tickled his throat. He did find it endearing that you would have risked your own health for him. The anxiety just thinking about you coming to see him was 50-50 with the heart aching feeling of actually letting you see him. 

There was nothing more Choso wanted than to have you at his side, be it the rising fever or his feelings. But he struggled to deny your attempts to see him, feeling a certain ache in his heart to be doted on. It pained him to say ‘no’ to you, it really did. But he couldn't risk you coming here. Almost crying by picturing you being upset at the things he had stolen from you, telling him he was your stalker the whole time. Monday came like a grade four hurricane. Choso woke up feeling like death came for him in the night, blinking his eyes open and seeing the time. Knowing one of the three classes he had with you started in an hour. If he was being honest, Choso knew he’d get sick eventually. Cold weather and an unheated apartment have never made the greatest combination. What he didn’t expect was to wake up on the day of classes and feel like a victorian child being eaten away by the plague. 

Choso dreaded sending you that text. It sounded like a lame excuse, like a lie. ‘im too sick to go to class, im sorry’ he felt like he was failing you in some way that you'd never forgive. But your quick replies of ‘i knew it’ and demanding his address and apartment number made his heart warm. When he didn't reply; you called him. He picked up on the first ring, “I was just about to text you back.” he croaked, his voice raspier than usual. “I sent those texts like 10 minutes ago.” you scolded, hearing him give you a half laugh from his chest. “I fell asleep.” he played coy, smiling as he pressed the phone closer to his ear. “Don't lie!” you smiled, being able to hear him let out a small huff. “I would never lie to you.” he muttered, cozying into his blankets as he closed his eyes. His incoherent words made you smile, telling him to send his address now. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt his brain pound in his mind. “No. Go to class. And pay attention.” he mumbled quietly letting his inner thoughts slip, making you sigh dramatically. “I’ll think about it.” you muttered, being able to hear his breathing steadily over the phone. Whispering his name and hearing small heaving. Thinking he probably fell asleep. You sat in your living room contemplating actually going to class. Hearing your roommates leave the house one by one. With a loud sigh you sat up, knowing there wasn't anything you could do unless he gave you an address. Sitting in your intro to humanities class. Knowing this was one of the classes you were to have with Choso, you were fiddling with a pen in frustration. Staring at the screen of your computer as you heard the professor talk on and on.

Something the professor said made you remember Choso had sent you a photo of his courses for that semester. Opening it on your dimmed phone, scanning the photo and seeing the upper corner showed the street name of where he lived. Knowing that there was only one small apartment complex; if you could even call it that, near the campus. And coincidentally it was on the same street that the photo showed. If you were being honest, this made you feel like a stalker. But you were doing it for good, you just wanted to help a friend. 

Smiling to yourself before gathering your things mid class. Walking to the grocery store close to your house. Surprisingly, the weather wasn't as bad as it had been the past few days. Today it was surprisingly sunny and not as cold. Picking up any kind of medicine that looked like it would work, not caring what it cost or if it was a name brand. Coming home to an empty house and packing a few things into a duffle bag, ordering an uber to take you to a small restaurant. Picking up a small bowl of chicken soup and riding to his apartment complex. Furrowing your eyebrows when you stood in front of the two story building, knowing that Choso was bed ridden in one of the 8 studio apartments. Suddenly realizing you had just come without warning, you called him.

Hearing the phone ring, and ring, and ring before he picked up. Nasally and hoarse as he mumbled a quiet “Hello?” gaining a small smile from you before you spoke, “Which apartment is yours?” you asked with an obvious smile in your tone. You heard silence before he spoke, “What?” he asked, being able to hear the confusion in his voice. “I said-” you trailed, “Which apartment is yours? I'm outside.” you laughed, hearing silence on his end. 

Obsessive!Choso who felt like his whole world would come crashing down if you even stepped into his apartment. Finding a sudden burst of energy and sprinting across his apartment and collecting everything that could look suspicious. Muttering various ‘what do you mean’ and ‘why’ trying to distract you from what he was doing. Finding a black photo box big enough to fit all the things you gave him that he had hidden in his closet. Standing in the middle of his apartment, “H-how was class?” He tried changing the conversation. Hearing you exhale dramatically, “Boring.” you mumbled. His eyes went wide when he found an old vent big enough to fit it in. Hearing you tell him to hurry up while he undid painted over screws with his hands. “No- really it's a mess-” he tried deterring you, only hearing you sigh before shouting at him playfully. “Choso, I don't care! Let me in.” Slipping the box into the vent as quietly as he could, closing the vent and standing up. Quickly scanning his apartment trying to see if he missed anything. “You take any longer and I'll go knocking on every door till you answer.” you teased, hearing him let out a low cough. 

“It's on the second floor- number 4.” he exhaled, gulping down as much of the coarseness he had in his voice as he could. Standing against the door as he heard you hand up the phone, not even bothering to check what he looked like as he waited. His heart beating faster and faster as he heard footsteps outside of his door. A small knock before his hand hesitated to reach the door knob. Unlocking the lock and wrapping his hand around the brass knob, turning it slowly. Cracking the door and seeing you, hands full and already beaming. Hearing you gasp, “You look horrible.” You grinned, scanning his state. Disheveled hair, squinty eyes, and cheeks derived from any color, looking paler than normal. He let out a phlegm riddled chuckle, “And you look great.” he smiled, feeling his brain turn to mush by just looking at you.

“Let me innn.” you hummed, knowing he was speaking nonsense. Seeing him nod no while his hand was firm on the doorknob. “No-” he gave you a weak smile, “I'll get you sick.” He scoffed, looking at you through the small crack. “I don't care. Besides-” you gave him a toothy grin. “If you don't let me in your soup’ll get cold.” You hummed, seeing him close his eyes and look to the floor. Looking back up at you with soft eyes, letting go of the doorknob and pushing the door open. Taking a step inside, scanning the four walls of his so-called apartment. Placing the duffle bag on the counter of his small kitchen. “You were right-” you trailed, seeing he didn't have much decor, or really anything on his walls. “It's colder here than it is outside-” you joked, looking over to him and seeing he looked almost bashful.

Obsessive!Choso who heard you unzip the bag before he apologized, “I know- I’m sorry-” seeing you turn to him with a miniscule space heater in your hands. Letting out a small laugh at the way you displayed it between your hands. Seeing him slouched over himself, almost trying his best to stay standing upright. “Go lay down, you look like you'll keel over if you keep standing.” You smiled, unpacking the small tub of soup as he shuffled over to his bed. Sitting down gently as he watched you make yourself comfortable. Turning on the small battery operated heater and hearing him give a pained laugh. You muttered a quiet, ‘Shut up’ as you looked to his kitchen, “Bowls?” you asked, looking over to him watching you on his side.

“In the cupboard above the stove.” he grumbled, seeing you nod and reach up to open the cabinet and seeing a single bowl. “Choso, if I open up one of these drawers am I gonna see just one spoon?” your tone was already accusatory, “Definitely don't open the drawer closest to the microwave then.” he smiled, closing his eyes as he heard you open the drawer with a gasp. Smiling when he heard you stepping to him, placing the glass bowl on his nightstand. “Eat. Then I'll give you medicine.” You demanded. Seeing him open his eyes and look up at you. 

You turned around and pulled out the chair that was at his desk, rolling it to face the bed. Humming quietly as you walked back to the kitchen counter. Hearing him shuffle out of bed and sit up against the wall, “I thought you couldn't cook?” he smiled, taking a small sip of the warm soup. “I can’t- if I did cook for you, you'd end up even more sick.” you mumbled, walking back to the chair and sitting on it. Placing the medicine on his side table as he ate. He looked over at you with hazy eyes, “Why didn't you go to class?” he hummed, looking over to you. “I did-” you assured him, “-but I left like 20 minutes in.” you laughed. 

Obsessive!Choso who wanted to scold you, nodding his head ‘no’ in disapproval. “Why?” he mumbled, feeling his throat sting. “I kept picturin you all alone, dry heaving in your cold-” you laughed, “- apartment and I felt horrible.” You tilted your head, seeing him stare at you with the bowl in his hands. “Especially since you're always so nice to me-” you hummed, “I thought it was my turn to do something kind.” crossing your ankles and seeing his hazy eyes look at you as though this was the first nice thing anyone had done for him.

“How did you find out where I lived?” he asked, setting the bowl onto his nightstand. You widened your eyes slightly, leaning in closer to him. “I stalked you.” You whispered, seeing his smile fall and scan your face. He mouthed a small ‘What?’ before you leaned back into the chair. “No, in the uh- picture you sent me of your classes this semester-” you grinned, “it had the address in the corner.” you looked at him disapprovingly. “Ah.” he smiled, “Either way- when I feel better I'll find a way to repay you.” He promised, seeing your delicate hands pick up the bottle of cold medicine and shake them in his direction.

Seeing him pop the bottle open and take them dry. “You can pay me back by taking me out.” you whirred. Choso froze up, looking at your face to see if you were being serious or not. You raised your eyebrows when you waited for him to reply, “Well?” you asked, looking at him while blinking slowly. “I can't focus on what I want to say to you right now.” He mumbled, turning away from you and feeling goosebumps form on his arm. 

“Don't think about what to say. Just tell me what you think.” You assured, wanting to know what thoughts he hid from you. “I think-” he started, wanting to avoid this conversation in its entirety. Seeing his cheeks flushed as he avoided your gaze, you scooched the rolling chair closer to him. ‘Hmm?’ you hummed, placing your hand atop his that was on the edge of his bed. All but flinching when he felt you. “What do you mean by-” he gulped, looking back at you with pinched eyebrows and shy eyes. His ears burning, mentally blaming it on your tiny heater. “...Take you out?” his eyes showing you how unsure he was asking you that. You gave Choso a small giggle, “You’re a lot less intimidating when you look at me like that.” you teased, seeing him close his eyes at how embarrassed he felt. “I meannn-” you droned on, “Like on a ‘date’ or something.” You leaned back into the chair, making this conversation sound way too casual. “You want me to take you on a date?” he asked, unsure if he heard you correctly. You nodded your head ‘yes’, seeing him think about it. Finding it very difficult to process what you were saying.  “...As friends?” he asked quietly, voice hoarse and cheeks pink. You let out a laugh, seeing his expression fall. Settling down a little and looking at him with warm eyes. “You're impossible.” your tone endearing with a smile on your lips. 

Obsessive!Choso whose face looked horrified. “No Choso. Not as friends.” You grinned, tightening the grip you had on his hand. The blush roamed down his neck. “I suspected so- b-but I didn't want to assume.” he stammered, reddening cheeks feeling lightheaded by hearing your words. You furrowed your eyebrows, standing from the chair and pressing your hand on his forehead. Leaning over slightly, Choso lightly inhaled, feeling your hand on his face. Pressing the back of your hand to his cheek and humming. “You're warm-” you mumbled, seeing him close his eyes. “It's the heater-” he smiled, lifting his hand and wrapping it around your wrist. Hearing you scoff at his accusation, pulling your hand from his face. Looking into your eyes and blinking up at you.

“Don't blame my heater for your blushing.” You joked, rolling your eyes before sitting down. His hand falling from your wrist as you saw him stumble over his words. “M’not blushing.” he huffed, fiddling with his thumbs. “Sure. Blame it on you being sick.” you teased, seeing him look over at you. Not even bothered by the conversation at hand, treating this as though it was some casual topic. Finally being able to gather his thoughts, ‘You're going to kill me one of these days, you know that?’ he thought to himself, seeing you look rather pleased with how flustered he was.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing on his night stand. Seeing your eyes look down to see who it was, “Who's ‘Yuuji’ with a heart emoji?” you asked, looking up at him with a perked brow. Picking up his phone and seeing it ring, “My baby brother.” he whispered, clicking the small green button and raising the phone to the ear opposite to the one facing you. 

Obsessive!Choso who answered “Hello?”, hearing his brother ask him questions. “No- No i'm better now.” he smiled, looking down to his lap. Strands of his hair falling and blocking your view of his face. “Yes Yuuji, I took medicine already-” he was cut off. Feeling your fingers push the hair from his face behind his ear, pads your fingers grazing his earrings. Looking over at you with a shocked expression before stuttering. “Y-yes I ate-” feeling his blush return. “I-I’m alone-” He stammered, you furrowed your eyebrows. Leaning in closer to hear what his brother was saying, so close the air he inhaled was sweetened by your perfume.

‘You never stutter- who's with you?!’ the voice from his phone asked him, making you smile. Choso tried leaning away from you, only for you to lean on the edge of the bed trying to hear. “My friend is here-” he irked, seeing you give him an offended look. Squinting your eyes as you feigned offense, ‘Friend?’ you gasped quietly. Making Choso nod his head ‘no’ in defense as his brother scolded him for making someone else sick. Even hearing his brother ask, ‘You have friends?!’ with a laugh before he exhaled harshly. “I will call you later Yuuji.” his tone stern and authoritative as you settled back in your chair. Silence in the air as you hear- ‘Tell your lover i say hiii-’ his brother teased before Choso hung up. Your perfume still stuck in the air close to his face.

It was quiet, sure. But you heard him clearly, making note it was the second time; that you knew of, that his brother referred to you as that. He looked over at you hesitatingly, seeing a smug look on your face. “Your brothers must be my biggest fans.” You tease seeing him give a pained laugh, clutching his ribs as he leaned against the wall. “They really are-” he grumbled, seeing you from the corner of his eye. Seeing you hesitate before asking. “You really love your brothers huh.” You asked, Choso turned his head to look at you. 

“There aren’t words that could come close to describing how much I love them.” He declared, noticing a hint of sadness in your eyes at his words. “That's really sweet Choso.” You replied, giving him a warm smile. “And you? Do you have any siblings?” he asked, mentally scolding himself for not having asked you that sooner. “I do-” you replied without thinking. “Did- I did.” you nodded. Furrowing his eyebrows, “Did they…pass?” he pressed, not liking the look on your face. Almost like it pained you to speak about this. “Last time I checked? No, they're very much alive. Just not family anymore.” You shrugged, seeing the confusion in his eyes. 

“I don't understand.” He blurted, not seeing how that was possible. “They're only a blood relation.” You trailed on, looking down to your hands on your lap. “They were always just random people I lived with.” You slouched your shoulders, “But they're your family.” he mumbled, snapping your head to look up at him. “They've never been a family to me. Not now, and they never will be.” You declared, looking back at him with furrowed eyebrows. Tone more stern as you saw his face, full of pity and sorrow.

Obsessive!Choso who wanted to hear more, asking you- “Older or younger?” hoping to know why you hold such disdain towards them. “Both.” You mumbled, looking at his face. Feeling like he was staring right into the largest crack you had in your heart. Choso took your hand, making you look at him with pinched eyebrows and soft eyes. Running his thumb over your knuckles.

“That's why I think it's so sweet how much you care for your brothers. Mine never cared the way you do.” You grinned, seeing him look at you with a soft smile. Choso couldn't help but feel his chest swell with pride. At being a good older brother, and from receiving a compliment from you. “I'm sorry.” he apologized for nothing, you gave him a prize winning smile. Scoffing before speaking up, “It's fine. I'm fine, I'll live.” You assured. ‘I am still sorry. I'm sorry you weren't cherished the way you should’ve been.’ Choso thought, blinking down to his hand holding yours. Feeling his heart throb in his chest from how much progress he had made with you.

pt 10 here

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the past few days I was writing this it felt like it was never ending omg- THANK U FOR READING. I know I took a hot second in writing this- unfortunately life kicked me in the butt. ANYWAYS. im alr writing next part- (lets pretend im not the author of this) EVERYONE CALM DOWN THINGS ARE HAPPENING HEHE