#i felt Scara's tho- i produce no body heat. like barley we fr be deathly cold together bbg-

[sleepygamerotaku]

@crowisinthetrash

— 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 ϟ

synopsis. 6reeze boys and how they initiate + receive physical touch with their s/o!!

characters. 6reeze boys [aether, heizou, kazuha, scaramouche/wanderer, venti, xiao]

notes. when am i going to get out of the grasp of only listening to taylor swift i'm never going to be able to escape her

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

he likes physical affection a lot!! he does it almost unconsciously. kiss, touch—it's so natural for him when he's doing it to you. there will be something next to you that he needs, and he'll place his hand on your shoulder while he grabs what he was looking for. then, he'll smile at you and kiss you on the cheek before walking away. now, on the other hand—he treats your physical affection as if you're doing unspeakable things!! his face is sooo red—you swear that you should compare the color of his cheeks to the reddest pigment in the world. (the creators will need to make a new formula.) but, he loves it and will take everything you want to give him.

"...aether? hi, there." you giggle, aether having hugged you from behind with no warning. his face snuggled into your neck, feeling his breath on your skin.

"mm, hi." he kisses your shoulder, hugging you a bit tighter. "what's up?" he asks, looking up at you with a sweet smile plastered across his face.

"you tell me. i'm not the one latched onto their lover like a koala bear." you laugh, bringing him around yourself so that he's in front of you. intertwining his fingers with yours, you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his nose.

"mm—y/n..." he sighs, looking away while taking one of his hands from yours to cover his face. "you can't just do that." under his hand is also a hidden smirk.

"you're such a hypocrite. c'mere." you giggle, tugging him closer and wrapping your arms around him. you start placing multiple kisses across his face, before finally concluding on his lips, having it last a bit longer than the others.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

he's a cheeky one. will leave you wanting more after every single touch, and then simply leaves. he'll simply smirk at you and slip a few words, leaving you confused and unsatisfied. luckily, he's not so mean that he'd leave you completely hanging. will make up for it with lots of kisses. now, when you initiate physical affection, it's a different—just kidding, it's almost the same story. if it's completely out of nowhere, it only makes him even more confident. he'll tease you with a smug look on his features. will never deny your love, though. unless he's trying to make a point. or tease you. actually, there's a lot of times he'll deny your love. but, it'll all be playful, and always he's sure to pay you back.

"heizou, you're taking forever!! when are you gonna be done with your work?" you whine, draping yourself over one of the chairs in his office.

he hums, almost trying to make you more patient. it's really only a delay tactic. "hmm, i dunno." he laughs, that inerasable smirk of his on his face.

"ugh." at this point, you're completely upside-down in the chair. legs on the wall and head hanging down. when, you get the idea to coax him to leave early.

awkwardly gracefully falling out of the chair, you slip behind him, seeing his focused eyes almost squint. he hasn't seemed to notice you, somehow. so, you throw your arms around him from behind.

looking back in your direction, he chuckles and shakes his head. "aww, do you love me so much that you just can't bear to be away from me for two seconds?" he teases, kissing you softly, letting it linger—and then turning right back around towards his paperwork.

you had your eyes closed, and everything—and he just leaves you hanging?? literally. your jaw is hanging to the floor right now. not literally. well, sort of.

almost gliding around him, you melt into his lap, placing your arms on his shoulders while giving him the most pitiful look you can.

he simply smiles, but he knows what he's doing. so, you take matters into your own hands. cupping his cheeks gently, you kiss him—not letting his lips escape, this time.

you can feel him smile against you, the laugh that escapes him being muffled by your kiss. his hands fall to your waist, playing with your clothes.

"fine, you win. let's get out of here."

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

touching you is his favorite form of anything. love?? communication?? keeping warm?? sleeping?? he loves it all. he always finds some way to have his fingers on you—whether it's on your face or somewhere else, he finds so much peace in just holding you. he traces shapes all over you unconsciously—he could literally be asleep, and he'd be drawing stars and hearts on you. don't ask how. he almost collapses when you initiate touch—he loves you so much, and touching him reminds him that you love him just as much.

you're resting your head on kazuha's shoulder. the look on his face is almost comical—he's smiling widely with his eyes closed, leaning back as he strokes your shoulder.

"kazuha, you look high. are you okay?" you tease, giggling as he suddenly opens his eyes and looks over at you.

"of course i am, my love." he whispers, running his hand to your cheek and smiling softly. his legs are kicking softly as they hang over the edge of the crux.

you poke him on his nose a few times. he simply chuckles and wraps his arms around you closer, bringing you to lay your head on his lap.

he gently plays with your hair, almost giving you a head massage while doing so. you can feel your mind giving into the grasps of sleep. the soft rocking of the boat doesn't help keep you awake, either.

kazuha looks down at you, tucking your hair behind your ear before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"sweet dreams, y/n."

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄/𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑

he's definitely the least touchy out of all of them. that doesn't mean he doesn't do it at all, though. he doesn't like being super close to anyone in public, but he'll occasionally hold your hand. but when you're alone, he's super sweet. he'll just lay in bed with you, his arms wrapped around you tightly. he'll hear your breaths, trying to get his in the same rhythm. he also loves to play with your hair. he'll do it for hours, if you'd let him. he'll definitely braid whatever he can. but, his fingers tend to be pretty cold—so when he touches you, don't be surprised if your body shivers for a second.

the moonlight was seeping through the windows, engulfing the room in a dim glow. you were sitting in scaramouche's lap, leaning your head against his chest. his fingers started out only resting on your back, but they eventually found their way to your head. again.

he simply twirled your hair around his long fingers, wrapping it around in a repetitive motion. it was almost like he was hypnotizing you.

one of his hands went to rest on the base of your neck, resulting in a harsh inhale from you.

"what—y/n? are you okay?" he asks, a bit of sleepiness mixed with annoyance showing through in his voice.

"your hands are freezing, scara. i thought we established this." you giggle, trying to get used to the temperature of his fingers.

"stop being a baby." he grins, running his hand around more of your skin in order to get a reaction from you.

squealing, you swat at his hands as you notice the smirk on his features. "stop having hands the temperature of a dead body!!" you retort back, laughing.

he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to lean against his chest.

"i'll put you into a coffin myself." he teases. "then we can be the temperatures of dead bodies together."

"you have an odd way of showing affection." you huff.

"okay. be like that." he rolls his eyes, earning a punch (affectionately) to the shoulder.

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

he... definitely needs some help getting used to it. whether it's giving or receiving, he's going to be nervous about it at first. he's probably teleported away the first few times you tried hugging him. not that he didn't like it—it's just so unexpected for him and he's worried about you being close to him. once you've gotten to know each other a lot better—and you're both basically inseparable, his hands are inseparable from you. constantly resting them on your shoulders. he likes when you hold his hand, he just thinks it's so comforting when you lightly trace his scars!! i would like to think that he cried one of the first times you did that but i'd only be fooling myself...

"xiao?" you ask, turning around to face him as you feel his arms around you. "hi." you smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw before turning back around and going back to making the almond tofu he loves so much.

"hi, y/n." he says softly. he watches over your shoulder as you cook, noticing every movement. his hands rest at your waist, his touch gentle—yet holding you tight.

smiling, you finish up the tofu and plate it. turning around, you finally pass your attention to xiao. cupping his face, you bring him into a short kiss. he wasn't expecting it, and lets out a noise of surprise.

you laugh, watching as xiao's face begins to heat up. "y—you... you're..." he grumbles, but gives up and stops speaking.

"aww, do i leave you speechless?" you tease.

"you're not funny." he says, raising an eyebrow.

"you pain me, xiao." sighing, you lean back in to kiss him. he accepts you this time. eventually, the smell of the finished almond tofu coaxes you apart.

"..."

"tofu first?"

"tofu first."

he smiles, and you both eat your almond tofu in comfortable silence.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

constantly teases you with his touches. will come up behind you and place his hands on your waist and peek his head over your shoulder. he acts as if you're his personal cat tree—if he wasn't allergic to them. he'll completely drape himself over your lap, jump onto your back asking for a piggy-back ride, or spin you both around. it gets 100 times worse when he's drunk, which—as we know—is very often.

"oh, y/n!!" you hear a voice singing behind you. of course, you know exactly who it is. venti jumps from behind you, his arms squeezing you as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"hi, venti! what do you—" you take a second to inhale the smell of wine coming from his mouth. "have you been drinking again?"

"what—? my dearest, you know i would never—"

"venti." you warn, your voice firm.

"okay, maybe i did. just a little bit, though!!" he giggles, showing you how much he says he drank by nearing his thumb and index finger together. slowly putting them closer, and closer... but you still aren't convinced.

"you smell like you've been bathing in wine and grapes for years." you sigh, taking his hands from around you and intertwining your fingers with his. you turn around, looking him in the eyes as you raise your eyebrows.

"y/n, i'm naturally scented like that! i can't help if the wind feels that i just need to smell so nice." he laughs, leaning back as he spins on his heels, forcing you both to rotate like a carousel.

eventually, he jumps on you and you plummet to the ground together in a laughing heap. "whatever you say. and, by the way—i saw a few cats earlier!! they cuddled with me, and it was really fun."

"y/n, what—?!"

notes. haha update by the end of this i'm starting to listen to mitski again and tv girl is slowly joining my playlists ❤️ my music taste is finally expanding again (taylor is still number 1)