#making some of my fandoms interact oops

[drippyantagonistsltd]

This card

That was the post.

wait..

BWAHAHA

WHO WOULD WIN?

[fungus-gnats]

hi guys look ! i am helpful sometimes and not just a common household pest :p

[velvet-paradox]

Oops!

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female reader Summary: you accidently call Simon while taking care of yourself. (got inspo from lovi on twitter) Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, porn with very little plot female masturbation, male masturbation, descriptive actions, anal mentions, toy mentions, A LOT of dirty talking, detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

It's not that his phone is ringing in the middle of the night. It's not even the fact he'd just finally drifted off to sleep either. When he fumbled and grumbled, (of course he was grumbling) Simon Riley wrote the book on the Art of the Grumble you were certain, he was just relieved it wasn't Price. He was exhausted and was thisfuckingclose to telling the captain to pound sand if he had to pull another fifteen hour shift on base!

But no, it was not captain Price and it wasn't Johnny either. The screen of his phone stark white, taunting him in the dark of his room, as the time and your name and picture popped up. The one he'd taken of you and König in Vienna.

What was this about now? Simon huffed, dark blonde brows forming together. You better not be calling him from the bar again, needing a ride home, not trusting anyone else to swoop in to the drunken rescue. You saved money on Uber's and he got to look after you.

WIn - win.

" 'ello bird, what is it this time?"

Silence.

"Foxy, come on now, it's late. If you need a ride jus--"

"Oh yeah, oh that feels so good." You said through your teeth, hissing from a bit of a distance. What was that? Were you getting laid? Jesus H. You sounded breathless, out of it until some more rustling and now your voice wasn't so clouded in mystery.

You whined out something fierce which both confused and interested to the masked devil.

"Fox, can you hear me? Bird answer m--"

Another low whine followed by a low and quiet buzzing. "Oh fuck, I wish you were here. Oh fuck that feels so good, bet you would have a fucking ball using this one me. Oh Simon… please!"

He sat up quickly, his ear to the phone burning hot, a blush of discovery rising through his naked body, Ghost ran hot most nights, even in the winter months and said fuck it about four years ago and slept nude. Either you were having a decent fucking shag with another man named Simon, or you were thinking about him.

Well what have we here, you little sly little fox?

"So glad I got that princess plug, this feels amazing. Oh Simon, if you only knew, if you only fucking knew the things I want from you. What I'd let you do to me, what I want -oohhh fuck too much too much--" you cried and the buzzing stopped abruptly. You were panting and humming and without a second thought Simon's hand was stroking his waking cock through his sheets.

And just what did you want him to do? Simon bit his lip as he listened in, pulling his phone away only for a moment, making sure the volume was at it's highest before he put it on speaker.

"O-oh god, yeah. I don't wanna' cum again just yet! Want you to tease me, tie me up and make a mess. Mmmm maybe you'd make me clean it up too. I'd ride your fucking boots if you asked!"

Oh. Simon was not expecting that sentence or the filthy way you moaned, satisfied with saying it out loud.

"Can I? Can I L.T. can I ride your boots, I'll clean up m-my mess, I promise. Mmm, sitting under desk, your personal desk bunny you're," you really started breathing hard then, whimpering as he could now make out a wet, splotching sort of noise. Oh fuck- you were fingering yourself now. "Your fucktoy. Oh god! Yeah, I wanna' be your little fuck toy. Use me. Use my mouth, use my fucking pussy, I am so wet right now, oh shit!" You giggled wetly to yourself, gasping and Simon could only imagine you adding another finger into your spongy hole.

A fucktoy? boot riding? a plug in your asshole with fingers in your cunt? You were a nasty, freaky little thing. Oh this was better than any video he had watched recently! Interactive as he continued to stroke himself with you, the sheet had earned a wet pre-cum spot and had to be pulled away, Simon put his head down and spat on his cock, smearing his saliva around the girthy crown of it.

You were a dirty girl.

He loved it.

You were demure in the halls, paid close attention to detail, slick and sly when you need be, hence your call sign being Fox. You were quiet but funny, witty and no one had a bad word to drop about about you. Your lore on how you ended up with the 141 was something of legend, a myth that one day you just appeared like an apparition and no one questioned why. Just roll with it. You didn't cause trouble, kept your nose down but you knew things about each team member that soldiers could only dream of knowing. A book of secrets. Clearly.

Simon chuckled darkly to himself all the things you could come up with, possibly thing he hadn't even heard of. Simon wasn't into the BDSM scene, he knew a variety of knots of course but to use them on someone, never given the opportunity. As he spat on his cock again, the image of your face appeared. Maybe you liked to be spat on in too. The cute little whimpers and gasps you were doing on your end might suggest you like a lot more than just spit.

"Simon please! Bet you feel good, I know y-you're big, you'd stretch me out. Make me gape for you, oh fuck that's so hot!" You're erratic, your sheets are rubbing together faster and you're now on the verge of squealing like a stuck piglet. "Hold me down, pull my hair, those big fucking hands of yours on me, in me. Oh baby, finger me nice and deep, deeper than I can reach."

You wanted him so desperately and that made the lieutenant fuck his fist faster, slippery and noisy and wet. His hard cock just sloppily going up and down his shaft, he squeezed the mushroom cap like head of it, felt himself jerk and twitch before going hands free. Slapping it against his messy palm.

"Talk me through it baby, tell me what to do, how to do it. How fast, how slo-ow, oh yeah that's nice. Oh fuck I can feel it coming, I'm gonna' cum again. Shit." You grunted and made the most delicious sound Simon had ever heard in his whole damn life.

You were moaning, tapping the gem of the plug if he were correct.

Tap tap, tap tap.

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, finger my pussy, make me cum. Make me squirt, shoot your fat fucking load all over my face. I'll be your best girl, I swear it I swear it! I'm gonna' cum if I pull this out now." You cried, panting to your little hearts' desire. Simon was close too, he did his best to match your moans and sobs of pleasure, planting his feet and bucking his defined hips.

"I'd cum just about anywhere on ya', Foxy." Simon grunted quietly to himself. "Foxy fucktoy. Mmmm that does 'ave a bit of a ring to it, aye? Bad fuckin' girl."

You slapped something then. Your face, a tit perhaps, your pussy but you were whining and carrying on and Simon had to shut his eyes, imagining you working the princess plug in and out.

Oh for fucks' sake, he'd sell his left nut to see your pretty face, worn out, fucked out, in bliss and pleasure, sticking your pink tongue out. Eyes rolled back as you continued to fuck your fingers in tandem with his own fist.

"Gonna' cum oh shit, I'm gonna' cum again. For you. Only for you, sir!" He could hear your sloppy fingers plunging in and out of you pussy, faster and faster, louder and louder you became.

"Oh fuck yes, Simon! Yes, sir!"

You came with a shout, groaning and grunting behind your teeth. You sounded absolutely feral, pornographic. He couldn't hold it back any longer either, Simon bit into his cheek and came into his hand, it shot up and onto his stomach, muscles tight as he coaxed the last dribbling bits of cum onto his skin. He gave his palm a 'good game' type slap with his cock, laying back further into his pillows.

God damn.

"Fuck that was good. If only, if only you were here mmmm." You finally huffed out. You rolled over, to whatever side of your bed or maybe just readjusted yourself and your toys but he heard a clank of something and then your voice, clear as day. "What the fuck…oh my god. Oh no! Oh please don't be a voice note!"

Simon had to chuckle at your change in attitude.

"Oh for the love of… please be asleep. Pleasepleaseplease L.T. be asleep. I didn't mean to call --"

"On the contrary love," Simon held up his phone to his mouth, he heard you gasp on the other end. "I heard every last word and you sounded so damn fine. Bet you're glowing after coming so damn hard," you scrambled for words on your line, mumbling out a sorry excuse for an apology. He clicked his teeth at you like one would a horse. "Ah ah, Foxy. If there's a green Post-it on my door when I wake, your wish will be my command. And I am often fond of those aren't, Fox?"

"Very much so, sir."

"That's a girl. Now why don't you go get cleaned up and get some rest. Depending on your answer, soldier, you just might need it."

Simon chuckled to himself when he rose that morning, his entire door was covered with little green Post-its and none were the wiser when you passed each other in the mess hall.

[hiatus-xix]

hmmm what are some fanfic tropes the sdmn fandom should write more...

jumberjack!w2s x reader >based on sdmn camping vid >idk just hard fluff/smut of jacked af lumberjack harry surely

kitchen porter!ChrisMD x waitress!reader >based on sdmn open restaurant vid >chris that gets bossed about by the kitchen but reader thinks is cute >shy ahh Chris that also gets teased by the chefs (harry + Simon + ethan + others) for so obviously liking you >i reckon a fic of just straight flirty interactions + chris being teased by the boys for it would be fire >like, imagine one encounter being waitress being stressed over orders n venting that out to Chris while he's piling up the plates that she has to go deliver + once she's returned having delivered all the food, Chris also gives her a drink or little smth just as a pick-me-up / sweet gesture... reader overwhelmed with graciousness so you lean over the bar to give him a peck on the cheek before being called over by manager >chris returns to the kitchen bright red + JJ (having seen the encounter) teases Chris by describing it all to the other workers (Ethan + Harry + Josh etc.) n they all pat him on the back and laugh at how chivalrous (and bright red) he is

mechanic!willne x reader >oops white mustang ref >based on Will's peru vid

obsessive!ArthurTv x popular!reader >idk where i got this one from tbh - maybe kinda inspired by YOU (the show, not you) >but like, INSANELY obsessed with reader - loves everything about you to the point it gets stalkerish >probs a smut ending - reader confronts arthur about it... maybe says they can have a one time thing just to get it out of his system

athlete!G Clarkey x nerdy!reader >it just works doesnt it >based off of literally everything about him >deeffo a smut, unless we want j a really flirty fic which idm either >but like, deffo themes of size kink, G Clarkey muscle worship, shy reader

Arthur Hill x tattoo artist!reader >idk smth about riding him on the table you're meant to be tattooing him on or smth hey idk

Business!Calfreezy x employee!reader >yk how cal is sorta a business guy in terms of the whole fellas-running-podcasts things? >okay so now imagine he has a thing for you n you can sense that... >so whenever you want smth from him - be it a specialist producer, or a new set of microphones, or a set upgrade... >you gotta walk into freezy's office n he makes you earn it >can either be a single one like that, or a pace change-up where reader/freezy tells the other that they don't want each other just for transactional purposes n then the smut ensues 🎁

WillNE x Freezy!sister >OKAY based from the last idea asw >freezy's sister who's just outta uni + Cal's given her a part time to basically be a runner + assistant for him n everyone in the fellas building >will who notices a cute girl in the building's kitchen every so often + sparks up convo w her from time to time n really likes her vibe >just when he's gonna ask her whether she wants to come back to his office to continue one of their convos, after a few weeks of having seen her - cal steps in n tells her to piss off or smth >will reprimands him for not being very nice + cal validates it w "eh, she's my sister before being my worker - i get to be mean to her" >n then in full launch: hidden dating n relationship trope.

[pinkyjulien]

Learning that people are taking the piss at me for pointing out how crazy this community is earlir today, nothing surprising or new, but like... First of all, I don't even know you 😐 the majority of folks that trashtalk me, I only know vaguely by names - but I usually know who they hang out with and it says everything I need to know

At this point, I'm beging people to start thinking for themselves and realize the behavior they're all supporting

No matter if you hate me, for whatever reasons, don't let that hate make you support some awful shitty people just because they don't like me either 💀 People are way too quick to befriend others over shared hatred, and it makes you look really dumb!

Case in point 👆 Recent Example -

This person used to go by "Bambi" on twitter, and on other socials

We interacted once or twice when the holo/zwei drama was happening but nothing outside of that

(There was one time where I posted a picture of my ship in the Cyberpunk discord server and bambi posted a pic featuring wash's OC right after, which seemed sussy to a lot of people💀 especially since she wasn't posting anything/being active at all - but now it makes sense! anyway not the subject here)

BUT SEE The funny thing is, she was all against zwei's when the holopoint thing was happening on twitter - even replying to zwei directly with the following:

(sadly can't link the post cause her old account got suspended?? oop)

But now, this same person is taking the side of people who left passive-aggressive comments on a new modder because the mod "looks too much like someone's else" ??? isn't that why we all hate zwei, for attacking others over hair color, over "similar clothes"?

Do you see what I mean here??? This isn't even about this bambi person, this is this whole fandom's problem

People are idiots, they don't stand for anything, they just follow the trend and what fits their current "friendships"

It's fucking pathetic 😭

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  katdeerly! @katdeerly has 3 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by katdeerly:

Here For A Reason

you remind me of someone (it's probably you)

if you were a melody (i used only the good notes)

"Each of katdeerlys fics are like putting on a comfort movie, sitting back and enjoying. Each story is visual and dynamic and I've gone back to read them as comfort fics over and over. The ensemble casts, the characterizations, the ensemble cast. It's all so good and I return to them like a warm cup of soup and blanket around my shoulders." -- Anonymous

Below the cut, katdeerly answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I write Steddie because it was the first pairing in a really long time that affected me enough to get back into writing and fanfic and fandom in general! I was dealing with a lot of big personal life changes when S4 came out and I somehow fell into Steddie fic, so it wasn’t long after reading that the itch to write finally hit. I love the duality of Steve & Eddie’s dynamic - on the surface, they are the stereotypical “opposites attract” but when you examine who they really are as characters, there is so much they share: caring, self-sacrificing, passionate, thoughtful. Even from their few interactions in canon, there was so much to build on and so much unexplored potential.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love angst, so really any trope that inspires that, like a good miscommunication or misunderstanding. And I believe all the best relationships are rooted in friendship, so I love a friends to lovers or a second chances fic. And always need a happy ending!

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Doing this exercise really made me take a big picture look at my stories so far – so apparently, my favorite tropes to write are slow burn, found family, romcom AU, with a little forced proximity, slice of life, character study.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I literally have too many to count, I have an obscene number of private bookmarks on AO3. The ones I’ve reread the most are probably “Exactly What It Looks Like” by Bilbosmom, “You Taste Just Like New York” by IrisLanding, “Dog Days of Summer” by WabiSabiPapi, “Buy Local: Steve Harrington’s Guide to Modern Sexuality” by loudsnapdragon, “swing for the fences” by occassional_loverboy, “Tuesday’s Gone With the Wind” by thisapplepielife, among many others…

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I’d really love to do a future fic. I’ve written a lot about first falling in love (and for good reason!), but I like the idea of showing something more lived in, a well-worn but well-loved relationship or something about the passage of time and grappling with the “what could have been”s and roads not taken.

What is your writing process like?

SLOW. Not actually but currently? Yes, it’s slow. I find myself needing to really immerse myself into the story to write and edit from the mindless scribbles that my outlines start out as and sometimes that takes more time and energy than I find myself with, especially during the week. I write mostly in sprints where I set aside a few hours to get out a big chunk in one sitting. So I guess my writing process is: sporadic and finicky. Oops.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Not so much a quirk but a lot of my initial outlining happens in the middle of the night while I’m half-asleep. I set the brightness on my computer on low, close my eyes, and “stream of consciousness” write without looking. Which means my first outlines are usually riddled with misspellings and logical leaps that make no sense in the light of day.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I post as I go. I usually have everything vaguely outlined but (as noted above), sometimes revisiting my middle-of-the-night draft weeks or months later means I’ve backed myself into a corner or what I’ve outlined doesn’t fit into what eventually made it onto the page in earlier chapters. So, in the spirit of “it’s good enough”, I post as things actually get written!

Which fic are you most proud of?

“if you were a melody”, if for the only reason that it’s the first fic I finished! It’s the first time I really got the rush of getting engaged readers as I was posting and I’ve received the most lovely comments on it. It was also definitely the most fully formed in my mind before I even started writing, which made it feel almost effortless from the beginning.

How did you get the idea for Here For A Reason?

When I first started reading Steddie, after S4, the pieces of the storytelling I connected with the most were about what came after - after the trauma, after the healing, after you start putting yourself back together. I loved the idea of starting from scratch, but not starting from a clean slate. You bring everything with you, for better or worse, so for me, the story really started from this place of having both Eddie and Steve recognize where they are, what they have to build on, and decide where they want to go next, together.

When writing Here For A Reason, what was something you didn’t expect?

what was something you didn’t expect? This story was the first thing I wrote in a really, really long time. Until I got back into fanfic via Steddie, I had a mental block on creative writing for years. I look back on the early chapters and I cringe! So I guess what was most surprising to me about this story was the fact that it allowed me to find my voice as a writer again. Reading back, I can see myself experimenting and finding my style, so just the sheer rediscovery of this passion of mine is something I never expected.

What inspired you remind me of someone (it's probably you)?

I came up with “if you were a melody” after a drunken movie marathon of The Holiday and White Christmas, sprinkled in with a little Stick Season by Noah Kahan, and after I finally finished it, I still had romcoms on the brain - and my favorite movie of all time is While You Were Sleeping. Looking back across all my fics, they all seem to stem from a character’s inherent loneliness and then tripping their way into love and community (oh boy, let’s not delve into that particular inherent trauma too deeply). And apparently, I was not done telling that type of story! Lucy in the movie is truly that lonely but loveable character archetype, and I found it translated so well to my favorite Steddie dynamic to write.

What was your favorite part to write from you remind me of someone (it's probably you)?

Honestly, delving into the character motivations! While “Steddie but make it romcom!” seems simple on the surface, I spent a lot of time trying to make the character motivations realistic. What inspires Steve to keep the lie going? Why would Wayne keep encouraging this absolutely insane scenario? What would ultimately get Eddie to forgive Steve in the end?

How do/did you feel writing if you were a melody (i used only the good notes)?

It was so fun! Yes, there’s angst and obstacles, but ultimately the time pressure of the set-up and the “love at first sight” nature of the Steddie dynamic made it so easy to write their relationship journey and really intertwine the fluff and the angst, the mistakes and the inevitable happy ending. I also just really loved Eddie in this one, confident and competent but still a chaotic goofball at heart.

What was the most difficult part of writing if you were a melody (i used only the good notes)?

I didn’t want the happy ending to seem too easy or inevitable! They were so clearly in love but with Steve really trying to be strong and not fall into old patterns, having him realize that pride at the expense of happiness isn’t worth it and that trusting in love again after heartbreak is one of the bravest, strongest things to do - again, really making sure his emotional journey made sense. And also, exploring Eddie’s POV in the epilogue was challenging just for the sheer logistics of how he would have done all the things he needed to do; I had a spreadsheet with different time zones for each character’s story beats.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Honestly, I have a terrible memory for specific lines, I’m sure I wrote some good ones? I remember scenes and emotions more so than specific lines – so the blue wall at the end of “if you were a melody”, the downtown Chicago rooftop at sunrise in “you remind me of someone”, Eddie & Steve at the tattoo parlor in “Here for a Reason”… all of those evoke the same feeling in me, of the two boys experiencing something intimate and magical, of finally giving in to that undeniable pull between them.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Oh god, I don’t want to embarrass myself by promising or promoting anything in the future when I’m such a slow writer! It is my solemn vow that every fic of mine will be completed. Not to say I don’t have a few plot bunnies hopping around in my head, but in terms of anything specific, I guess I’ll know more after my next sleepless night…

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

It was truly such an honor to be asked to do this! Life has been rough and writing has been slow, so taking the time to look back and explore my own process and fics was such a lovely, much-needed reminder of why I love fanfic and this Steddie community. Thank you for thinking of me, and thank you to anyone who decides to read one of my stories because of this.

Thank you to our author, @Katdeerly, and our nominator! See more of katdeerly's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

[karuframe]

Hi hello how are you just found you o ao3 and then realise youre here on tumblrdotcom and THEN i see we both have quincy/arthur brainrot good good good

HAVE YOU SEEN THE LATEST KIM REVEALS ABOUT HOW QUINCY FOLLOWED ARTHUR FROM THE ARMY TO ICR AND THEN INTO FRAMES ALL CUZ ARTHUR SAVED HIS ASS AND NOW "i owe him forever" THE COMPLEXITIES OF THESE TWO, MAN, LIKE ARTHUR WHO WONT SPEAK OF HIS OWN ISH AND QUINCY WHOS LIKE WHAT ISH I AINT GOT ISH YOU THE ISH FAM

AHEM I MEAN IM NORMAL ABOUT THIS

(Also going anon cuz slightly shy about how unhinged this ask became ajdjkd anyways thank you for the quincy love <3)

haha definitely don't be shy about this ask, I love your energy! My brainworms regarding the Hex change all the time, it's insane how much joy and inspiration I can draw out of those little words appearing on my screen every 24 hours (on top of me actively seeking out other people's chats oops). They give us so much little side food that almost every shipper has something and I LOVE that. Eleanor/Aoi, Quincy/Amir, Lettie/Aoi, Amir/Aoi, Quincy/Arthur are the ones I so far saw some canonical interactions about and they are all so good!! I so so wish I got to draw an official comic about their beginnings rather than a random mission 😭or that I knew all this (with references too) before I got to work on the comic, I feel like I could have done so much better even with the limitations of what I was allowed to do. little background moments, different gazes, different poses...But that's okay, because I still have art and can always portray these little moments for the community ♥ As for Arthur/Quincy it at first started quite visual, them both being rugged hunks that have issues with each other (one mouthy about it, one not very aware there's issues about it cause his headspace is elsewhere lol) but there were few reveals later down the line that solidified this choice into more than just visuals and it makes me so happy I get to explore more of them! I'd love them to be right-hand men for each other at the end of their character growth (in canon) and teammates with benefits in fanon of course 🫡 Also while Quincy used to be my favorite little guy, Arthur grew on me so quick, I'm now using any little portion of time i have (while not drawing or playing games or touching grass with family) to write pwp arthur-centric smut with the hex, viktor and mostly quincy/arthur 😭i'm here to provide good art and writing cringe but boi am I free while doing it!! (also if you care, I want to stream the "true ending" for the Hex some day soon+play some more of it, and I like talking ships and other fandom stuff in every game I stream on twitch (/tbgkaru) as I don't often encounter people like that and wanted to share that space with my fandom brethren. so if you'd like to hang out and talk some more, here is always good, but we can also goof on stream :) )

[sketchingwithlyn]

A little New Year appreciation post!

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I wanna thank everyone who I've befriended (my moots and friends) on this crazy app!

This has actually been my first year actually interacting online with other people, and at first I was a bit scared because it was the UNKNOWN.. But after a while, I finally found my little safe space here! SHOUT OUT TO THE SBG COMMUNITY!!! Y'all have literally been the nicest group of people I've ever befriended, love u!!! ♡♡♡

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Personal thanks below:

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@anonymoosen

You're like the funnest person ever and make some really pretty art! (Your art style literally reminds me of drinking warm cappuccino or hot cocoa in the morning 💖) And I could never forget how we first met in the great booping wars! 😸💖 Thanks for being such an awesome friend and Boop buddy!!

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@youngjusticerulez and @fly-in-amber

Thank y'all for letting me spam you with likes and reblogs all the time! (And vice versa) It literally feels like we have the same fandom interest and tastes for humor. Y'all are awesome! 💖💖

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@thurio-edau

Thanks for always being so relatable when it comes to a lot of thing (weather it's One Piece or really funny reblogs) I will forever spam u with reblogs of your girlfriend Law! 💖💖

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@lee1504

Thanks for being so kind, friendly, and funny! You're like the 1 person that I've chatted with the most this year even though we just met! I love how we somehow have almost the exact same interests and can literally bond over any little silly thing! Your art and short fics are super cool too!! (Your art always has this really nice shine and clarity to it 💖) (shall we forever talk about the silly bbgs of the shows and games we watch and play 💖)

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And shout out to all my other moots too! Y'all are the coolest!

@niredsw @d011zk1ll @rot-decay-erosion @snazzi-strawberri @occasionalklance @junebug99 @jc-martin-og @karmaajr @kat-rawrxd-83 @sbgfanlover @axeleton @moonbiine @ohquail @aliciasinferno @whatsuplin @blue-eyed-moon-child @secretly-an-alien-oops +all my other moots ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) (I really need to make a list of all of y'all cuz I have bad memory) love y'all 💖💖💖💖

Happy New Year Everyone!!!

[enkas-illusion]

About My Man - Part 4/5

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader, Suguru x f!reader

Rating: SFW - Still... MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning: Fluff, language, hurt/comfort, drama (lots of it), kinda dub-con (can a hug be considered non-consensual)

Chapter Summary: As things between you and Choso start improving, so does your friendship with Suguru – but is it really possible to be just friends with someone you used to love?

Author’s Note: Did I mention I love cliffhangers? Hehehe. Literally took forever but here you go. Leave a comment and let me know how you’re liking it so far! Are you team Choso or team Suguru? ~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: L’AMOUR DE MA VIE by Billie Eilish

Part 3 | Part 5

Come Saturday morning, you feel no motivation to get out of bed since Choso had already left town last night, so ideally you plan to sleep in as late as humanly possible.

Your dream is short lived, however, when you’re woken up at 9AM due to an alarm you’d forgotten to switch off. You sigh as you sit up in your bed. 

It’s an unspoken rule, sleep will always evade you when you need it the most but will hijack your senses when you least need it.

You check your phone to find 4 new notifications from Choso.

Cho <3: This is NOT what I came home for!

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They’re photos of his mom making him cook, clean and water the plants. You laugh when he sends you another selfie of him fake crying.

You: well, i had offered you a better option Thursday night :p 

Cho <3: Get your head out of the gutter!

yes, that option was way better in hindsight

You: your loss Kamo.

Cho <3: Is it though?… I’ll make up for it when I return.

You: How so??

Seen

You: Hello???

Cho <3: bye😙

You: Hey, explain yourself!

Cho <3: Sorry, the boss lady needs me for some more labour.

You: :( byeee

You find yourself getting happy at every little interaction you’ve been having with Choso in the last two days – the happy feeling of your initial crushing days returning with a feigned sense of normalcy. 

And you’re not the only one who senses it because when you come out of your room, still zooming in to take a good look at ‘your’ man’s handsome face, you hear Luna’s voice from the living room.

“Wow, you look not depressed,” she laughs, a little too energetic this early in the morning.

“When did you get home?” you ask, startled. You hadn’t met her since Thursday morning as she’d called in ‘sick’ yesterday, coincidentally along with Satoru who HR said was ‘horribly down with a bad case of fever.’

“1-ish? Not sure,” she answers, “you were sleeping so I didn’t wanna disturb you.”

“I was sure you’d stay with Satoru last night too,” you giggle, “since you guys were so fucking sick.”

“About that…” she giggles and you crash on the seat next to her, itching for gossip, “We kinda went on a date last night.”

You almost squeal in excitement before your eyebrow furrow, “Wait, then why are you home?”

Before she has a chance to explain, the man himself speaks as he walks out of the kitchen, “Oh hi, you’re awake too!”

He places a hot cup in Luna’s hand oh-so-lovingly before looking at you again, “Mornin’, do you want a coffee too?”

“Thank you,” you smile politely as he hands his cup to you before leaving for the kitchen again.

“That’s blondie? Can you believe this guy? He’s getting action in my house after cockblocking Choso and I a million times!” you whisper and laugh in disbelief.

Luna mouths an ‘oops’ and you wave your hand in dismissal, “Anywayyyy how is he?”

“Oh my god,” she giggles, a hand covering her mouth in disbelief, “He fucks… like really fucks! After last night, I really do believe you are a heavy sleeper.” 

You laugh, still waiting for more details as she blushes while speaking, “I don't know… I think there might be something there!” 

Your eyes widen as you slap her shoulder, almost shaking and swaying her entire torso in excitement.

“My coffee!!!” She squeals as it holds the cup away from her body.

“Sorry!” You giggle as you try to contain your excitement, “You like him? No fucking way this the same Satoru I know???”

She laughs, nodding aggressively. “I’ll tell you everything later,” she whispers when her eyes find Satoru walking out with another cup for himself.

“Sup nerd, what did you do without Lulu?,” he settles down on the chair next to Luna.

“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary,” you answer.

“Sure your neighbour kept you busy, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows, teasing you.

Right. You and Luna share a silent glance and you know what you must say.

“Satoru, listen to me,” you begin seriously, “Suguru and I never dated…”

His ears perk up as his attention focuses on you.

You continue hesitantly, “Well, there is some history but that's just embarrassing… I was obsessed with him when we were teens and he rejected me, flat-out.”

“Wha– I don't get it,” the confusion on Satoru's face is clear.

“Umm… technically I’ve never actually dated anyone,” you confess, “It never got so serious where I'd call them a boyfriend per se, ya know?”

“And that's okay, right?” his tone softens, different from his usually chirpy one.

“Yes but when Choso asked so suddenly, I panicked… and you didn't really help,” you chuckle awkwardly.

“You got nervous?” He asks, still trying to sort his confusion. You shrug.

“I don’t understand why you get so nervous around Choso…” his sentence trails off as his brain works overtime to figure out the answer.

How can this guy still be so clueless?

You simply shrug again. 

It must be nice being as simple-minded as Satoru. He set his intention on someone he liked, asked her out without thinking about the ‘what if’s and will probably have an amazing girlfriend before the month ends. 

How long have you been crushing over Choso again? Right, a little too long.

“But don't tell Choso… I'll do it myself,” you warn him.

“Hmm…” his face still pensive.

“Aren’t you guys worried about the office policy about dating colleagues?” you ask as you change the topic for good measure.

“They can’t fire me, I’m way too good at my job,” he manspreads on the chair before smirking at Luna, “...among other things.”

“Oh my god, am I going to see this more often now?” you cringe.

“And this too,” he leans over Luna to give her a sloppy kiss. Luna shakes her head at this, yet giggling into the kiss nonetheless.

“Y'all please, this feels like accidentally walking in on your parents,” you bring your hands up to cover your eyes. Luna laughs, pushing Satoru away.

“Anyway, I have some shit to do today,” he checks the time on his phone before sliding it in his pocket, “see ya.”

Satoru rummages through his pockets to fetch his keys before leaning over Luna once again to kiss her goodbye like boyfriends do, making her giggle at the gesture like girlfriends do.

Once you hear him leave, you raise your eyebrows to look at Luna, “Wow. This whole thing is so unexpected and sweet… and maybe I’ve just been an absent friend. I’m so sorry–”

“No, it’s okay,” she smiles as she holds your hands in hers.

“Tell me everything… when did this begin,” you squeeze her hand.

“Yup, but before that, I really wanna take a bath and have breakfast,” she sighs. You nod.

After you both take turns showering, you intently listen to the story of how your best friend started falling for the most unexpected person as you made breakfast.

By the last bite in your plate, the conversation ends up at your interesting love life again.

“Soooo, you had the house to yourself for 2 whole days,” Luna begins, “Why isn't Choso here?”

“Oh he’s gone to his parents home for the weekend,” you inform.

“Well, what about the day before yesterday?” she asks.

How to tell your best friend that your crush had asked you to take it slow?

“Please tell me you at least made out,” she crosses her fingers.

You shake your head, “We… talked.”

“Bleh! Boring!”

“Hey!,” you scold her defensively, “it wasn’t really that kind of a moment, you know?”

“What is that kind of moment? You just grab the guy and kiss him!” she states as she sandwiches your face between her two palms, squishing your cheeks.

“I see now why you and Satoru suit each other,” you chuckle as you remove her hands from your cheeks. You clear your throat before speaking again, “But I’ve decided to tell Choso the truth–”

The doorbell rings interrupting your conversation and you walk out to attend to it. You swing the door open just as the man is about to press the bell for a second time.

Oh.

“Hi,” Suguru smiles at you.

“Hi?” you answer, not expecting him at such an odd hour. 

“What are you doing in the afternoon?” he gets straight to the point.

Well, you weren’t expecting him at all so you look at him with your eyebrows knitted. You don’t remember committing to any plans.

“Well, I was cooking and wanted to invite you over for lunch,” he speaks again to answer the unasked question.

“Uhh,” you think about the offer when you hear Luna’s footsteps as she yells out, “Who is it?”

Suguru is quick to grab your hand before you answer her and you stare at him in confusion.

“Umm– I was hoping it could just be us?” he whispers with hopeful eyes.

You hold his gaze as you inform Luna, “It’s Suguru! He’s inviting us over for lunch.”

“Oh fun!” she yells back.

You give him the most insincere smile that you can produce. He simply sighs, returning your smile without showing his disappointment.

“See you guys soon,” he smiles at Luna who’s now standing behind you, waving at him.

“Yup, see you!” 

As you close the door, you get a text notification from Choso and you find yourself smiling once again.

“Are you actually happy about the invite?” Luna asks curiously.

“What?” you look up, “No…it’s Cho… he’s been texting me since morning.”

“What exactly did you talk about?” she asks, curiously, “Cause from here, this looks kinda confusing...” 

“Umm– just give me 2 days. All you need to know for now is that I'm gonna confess about my feelings and everything else too. I’ll tell you the whole thing then… that is if I don’t die of embarrassment,” you explain.

“Best of luck babe,” she chuckles as she pats your back to show her sincere support.

~~~

When you hear the bell ring in the afternoon, you and Luna both assume it's Suguru as you laze around in the living room.

“Get it,” Luna slides down further into the couch.

“No, you,” you're the same way as you stop scrolling on your phone.

“He's your ex-crush,” Luna pauses the Love Island episode you were watching together.

You get up just as lazily, channelling your inner koala as you attend to the door.

“Hi,” Suguru says and he's visibly surprised at your sleepy state.

“Hi… no, we remember your invite. We were just enjoying the weekend,” you answer the question written on his face as you rub off the sleep from your eyes.

He chuckles at this, “Okay then, ready whenever you guys are. I've set the table.”

He waves at you before heading back to his apartment. You simply wash your hands and face out of habit before leaving your apartment. 

You feel instant relief when you see Luna come out in her pyjamas as well because ‘it's literally next door. We don't need to dress up.’

Any sense of formality fades away when you notice that Suguru also skipped dressing fancy and found him wearing an apron over his clothes instead. 

“Hi, welcome to Suguru’s eatery,” he jokes when you walk in.

“Smells delicious. Have your cooking skills improved?” You compliment him.

“You wouldn’t have to pretend to not be suffering,” he answers before turning to Luna, “I was kind of a bad cook when we were young.”

“Oh,” Luna chuckles as she catches up.

Suguru guides you both to the dining table where he had set up the plates. He makes a show of pulling off the foil off the tray and you’re pretty sure your stomach rumbles at the delicious lasagna and garlic bread platter in front of you.

“Ooo, impressive,” Luna sings.

“Thank you,” he bows down, gesturing at you both to sit down. As you settle down, he brings out a bottle of wine with three glasses, placing it on the table.

“Got a day-drinking habit?” You joke as he pours the wine in the glasses.

“Only when the company's right,” he winks at you. Your cheeks grow hot at his unbridled flirting — yet you remind yourself it's not about who, it’s simply about the audacious openness with which the man is complimenting you in someone else’s presence.

As your internal monologue goes on, Suguru serves the lasagna onto the plates. The aroma is so flavourful that it brings you back to reality. 

“Shall we?” Luna chirps. You nod, ready to dig in. As soon as the first bite of flavour melts on your tongue, you almost feel as if you’d be addicted to the taste by the time you’re through with it.

“Suguru, what the fuck!” you gasp and he looks at you, concerned.

You shake your head in a hurry to clear the confusion, “Sorry… I just– the food is really good!”

“Oh,” he chuckles, relief washing over him, “thank you.”

“I can’t believe you made this!” you express your surprise.

“Come on! He mustn’t have been that bad before!” Luna defends him as she takes another bite.

“No, trust me. When we used to have family dinner together, our moms used to ask me to sit in a corner just to be safe,” he reminisces and you laugh as you nod your head to verify his story.

“Do you remember how you were convinced I pretended to be shitty at cooking to avoid kitchen duties?” Suguru asks you.

“Yeah… well, in hindsight, I got the easier task because you always had to wash the dishes because it was the one thing you couldn’t fuck up,” you tease.

“Wow, you guys really go way back,” Luna wonders as she turns to Suguru, “tell me more about her, I need some dirt.”

He begins with a coy smile, “Well, do you wanna know about before the relationshi–”

“Cut the act, she knows,” you interrupt him, “she’s the one who created the damn lie.”

“Oh… good. Then I can talk freely,” he smiles at you again before turning to Luna.

And that’s how the entire conversation turns into fishing past memories out of your Pandora's box. 

Suguru mostly tells Luna about the you he knew from a different time and Luna is amused at every revelation that unfolds from his anecdotes. As your plates are almost licked clean and you slowly sip from your half-empty glass, you sigh at the bountiful dinner.

“Got room for dessert?” he asks as he looks at you proudly.

“Really?” you ask in surprise, “also made by you?”

“From scratch,” he’s smug about it and rightfully so.

“We’ll always have room for dessert,” Luna perks her lazy head up at the mention of something sweet.

“If there’s one thing I remember as clearly as ever, it’s your love for desserts,” Suguru smiles at you.

“Really? But you usually give me the bigger piece!” Luna looks at you and you blush.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Then know that you’re dearly loved by your roommate… I remember this one time, like a year before we left for college, we attended the town’s fair on the very last day. She was sooo obsessed with the Tiramisu they sold at one of the stalls that she almost cried when they were sold out that day.”

Luna looks at you inquisitively.

“I arrived too late,” you shrug.

“Well, there’s something that never changed,” she sticks her tongue out to tease you, “but did you really cry over Tiramisu?”

“Nope… I got it before I could let the tears flow,” you blush involuntarily. As if on queue, Luna looks at Suguru.

“I went early to get one for her cause I knew it would get crowded later on,” Suguru said calmly, without boasting.

“Oh my– That is soooo rom– cute!” she clears her throat, remembering your pre-dinner warning about not melting at his ‘honey traps’ so easily.

And once again, as a professionally trained best friend, she looks at you before joking, “Are you sure I’m not the one you love instead of Choso?”

You roll your eyes at her but fail to notice the way Suguru’s posture slightly stiffens up at the mention of Choso’s name. He doesn’t let it show but Luna catches it anyway.

“Enough about this one… tell me something about you!” She asks him to keep the conversation from going awkward.

Your phone buzzes and when you read the name, the voices in the room turn into background noise. You open the text, holding your phone under the table in order to be discreet.

Cho <3: You remember this?

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It's a photo from last halloween when you'd accidentally matched costumes with Choso – you're both wearing ‘Vote for Pedro’ t-shirt, side hugging with your cheeks squishing against each other’s. 

You smile at the memory, remembering how Satoru had picked Napoleon Dynamite for movie night the week before Halloween and you'd DIY'd the t-shirt last minute because you were too lazy to pick an elaborate costume. You hadn't known Choso for that long at the time so it was the craziest coincidence, all things considered, and that might as well have been the beginning of your infatuation.

You: yes!

Cho <3: Mom asked me who the girl was cause she’s “pretty”

You: well if your mum thinks so then i must be

Cho <3: Hey i tell you that often!

You: parental approval is on a different level…anyway what did you tell her 👀

Cho <3: What do you want me to tell her?

You: idkkkkk, it's up to you 

Cho <3: I told her that you're someone who makes me really happy

You: haha… now, what did you really tell her?

Cho <3: Only the truth

You: 👀

Cho <3: How about I tell you when I return?

You blush, biting your lip, trying to contain yourself from grinning like an idiot. 

Suguru notices nonetheless.

“Who is it?”

“There's only one person who makes her blush li–” Luna stops mid-sentence when you swat her arm.

“I’ll get dessert,” Suguru excuses himself to go to the kitchen.

Luna mouths an ‘OH MY GOD’ when he’s out of sight.

“Don’t fall for it… I know he’s too charming but it’s a trick, he’s a pro at this!” you whisper a warning.

She’s about to say something when Suguru reappears with a tray. When he sets it down in the centre of the table, your eye almost pop out when you see three tiny plates with big scoops of Tiramisu.

He grins at you, “I know I’m no chef but I still tried for you.” 

For the first time tonight, you genuinely feel that queasy sensation in your heart as you stare at Suguru. You were trying not to lead him on but was being just friends really enough for him? No one makes a full-course meal for just friends… or maybe they do when they have unresolved guilt of having wronged their best friend.

You brush the thought away and instead compliment him for the umpteenth time tonight, “Thank you Suguru. This looks really good.”

“Save it for when you actually taste it,” he serves the plates.

He smiles with his eyes and for a fleeting moment, you feel nauseated at the fact that deep down you appreciate him doing this even when you no longer have any romantic feelings towards him.

“Shall we?” you grin as you dip your spoon into the white creamy layer. The first bite is equivalent to about 5 bites as you stuff your mouth with it, your eyes almost rolling back into your skull in an ungodly manner – but you contain your emotions.

“Oh god! Suguru, this is–” you exclaim and Luna adds a ‘holy shit!’ 

“Thank you,” he blushes at your compliments.

It isn’t another hour later that you say goodbye as you decide to go back to your apartment. As Luna unlocks the door, you feel the need to say what you’d been holding back all afternoon.

“Umm… listen,” you turn to look him in the eyes, “I loved this a lot. It was perfect… but I hope you know that I’m not angry at you for the past… w-what I mean is that you don’t have to do so much for me or feel the need to overcompensate or whatever, ya know?”

He calls your name softly to stop your rambling, “If it’s any consolation, I really do enjoy cooking now and would do it for any other friend as well.”

“Hmm… okay then. Thank you for the meal, Suguru. See you around,” you take your leave.

~~~~

The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. You collapse on your bed once you’re done with dinner and chores. You’re about to scroll the night away when your phone rings.

It’s Choso.

“Hello, is this a butt dial?” You speak before he answers.

“My ass isn't that fat,” you hear him on the other end.

“It's pretty fat from what I've observed,” you roll over till you're lying face down on the bed, kicking your feet behind you. As lovesick as they come.

“Should I feel violated?” he laughs. 

“Please I've caught you staring at my boobs more times than I can count on my fingers,” you scoff.

“Just a sec– What now mum? Want me to help you out with dinner?” He fake shouts on the other end.

“It's past midnight,” you burst out in a fit of laughter. He waits till your voice dies down before calling out your name, lovingly yet hesitantly.

“Yes?” You ask.

“I'm sorry,” the hesitation fades, his voice as clear as ever.

“What for?” you ask, taken aback.

“For ghosting you. That was really stupid. I was being jealous and insecure and I definitely don't wanna lose you over a misunderstanding,” he sighs and you can feel the relief in his voice.

“Cho…” you speak softly – a certain sadness you weren’t aware was hiding inside starts dissipating when you hear his apology.

“I know you, of all people, love talking a lot. So much so that if I keep the call on and let you start a story, I could nap before you eve–”

“Is this an apology or a roast?” you interrupt to scold him.

He clears his throat, “Pardon me. I love your stories, I will never take a nap in between… moving forward.”

“Hey!”

“Kidding! Sorry! What I wanted to say was that I promise to never ghost you ever again. I know it upset you and it was a dick move. Whatever it is, I will talk to you about things from now on. Promise,” his voice is sincere. With every word he speaks you can sense the playful familiarity being restored to his voice. 

You feel the warm feeling in your chest once again, “Okay Kamo. You're forgiven.”

“Thank you. You're the best.”

“Save it. I need 10 more weekly ice cream dates instead.”

“Make it a hundred… my bike could use the regular runs,” he’s smug about it too – you can almost picture the satisfaction on his face each time he makes such declarations.

“Summer won't last that long,” you pout.

“Then we'll go for hot chocolate.”

You nod before realising he can’t see you, “Sounds like a plan.”

Silence hangs in the air before you disrupt it.

“Choso?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” you test the waters. 

“What is it?”

“When will you return? I wanna tell you in person,” you announce, hoping that putting it out there would keep you firm on your decision to confess.

“For you, I could come right away.”

You chuckle at the intentional double entendre, “I’m serious!”

“So am I,” you hear him cackle before speaking again, “hmm… Monday morning probably?”

“Alright, see you on Monday,” you smile, “Anyway, did you only call to apologise?”

“And to hear your sweet voice,” he has you blushing once again. 

You talk for another hour or two before the drowsiness takes over. The last thing you remember as you fell asleep while on call with Choso was him laughing and accusing you for dozing off, followed by you jokingly scolding him to tell interesting stories if he didn’t want you to sleep.

In the morning, you woke up to a text from Choso informing you that he was going fishing with his dad and uncle, meaning he won’t have internet connection till the evening.

Your Sunday now seems to be dedicated as missing Choso day – empty and boring.

That was until Luna told you during breakfast that Satoru and Maki were coming over. And then Maki texted that she was bringing her boyfriend over. Until she bailed to go someplace else with him – and then there were three. 

When they say love is in the air, they fail to mention its casualties are usually the lonely side characters withering away in the background. So that’s how the evening begins, with you being the third wheel during Sunday evening hangout at your place.

“Toru! You had one job” Luna shouts at him with her hands on her waist, taking the serious mom stance. After sharing half a bottle of wine, Satoru casually mentioned he forgot to get more bottles as he had promised he would.

“Sorry baby, I was so eager to see you that I forgot to bring it,” he pouts.

“Save it–”

“I can get it,” you volunteer, needing the excuse to catch a break from the lovebirds.

“You sure?” Luna asks.

“It’s not that late. I’ll be right back… just order the food on time, I’m starving” you get up from the sofa, grab your phone and keys, making your way out the door.

As you wait for the elevator, your cheeks feel a bit warm. It’s not enough to make you feel drunk per se but just a little tipsy – at least enough to make the split ends of your hair seem interesting enough to fiddle with. The elevator dings and you look up to find Suguru inside, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Are you drunk?” he questions as he gets out of the elevator, blocking the door for you.

“No,” you scoff as you get in, “maybe just a little?”

He laughs, “Where to?”

“To get more wine cause Satoru forgot to get it,” you roll your eyes.

“Alone?” he questions.

“I’m not a kid.” 

“Let me accompany you,” he walks back into the elevator without waiting for your answer.

You press the G button and watch the door close as you ask him, “Have you had dinner?” 

“Not yet.”

“Wanna join us?” you ask, praying he could be the fourth-wheel. Besides, you felt responsible for treating him to a meal in return.

“Sure.”

You turn your head to look at him and find him already smiling down at you. You nod as you dial Luna and she’s quick to pick up, “Lulu, order more of whatever you’re getting, Suguru is joining us.”

Throughout it all, from your trip to the nearby liquor shop to dinner and drinks, you’re in your own happy state as thoughts of Choso flood your brain from time to time and aimless conversations with Suguru, Luna and Satoru fill the gaps in between.

Around midnight, when there’s a persistent lull in the conversation, Luna and Satoru excuse themselves to retire to her bedroom, and just as you yawn, it’s Suguru’s clue to take his leave as well.

“Thank you for dinner,” he smiles as you walk him out.

“You’re welcome,” your cheeks feel hot due to how drunk you are and you lazily lean against the door for support.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he smiles at you, finding you a little-too-adorable than friends are supposed to. He brings his hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“What’s it to you?” you narrow your eyes at him playfully.

“If you’re free after work, will you go out for dinner with me?” he asks.

“Suguru–” you sigh.

“As friends!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you try to be firm without seeming rude.

“Why not?”

You clear your throat as you fidget with your hands, “Choso returns tomorrow, I’m gonna tell him the truth and probably confess my feelings to him while I’m at it. If there’s any hope for us, it's probably better if it’s not built on a bunch of lies.”

He doesn’t speak. You look up to see his conflicted face.

“What?” you nudge.

“Don’t.”

You stand up straight as your eyebrows furrow, waiting for an explanation.

“Don’t do it. I’m asking you now. Give me a chance,” he’s serious.

“What?,” you ask, laughing in disbelief, “That’s… what? I’m sorry, am I hearing things? You literally just asked me for dinner ‘as friends’.”

He holds your hands into his, “We have history, we know each other. Yesterday and today, spending time with you has made me realise that we still have a chance. What we have runs much deeper than anything you might have got going with Choso.”

You free your hands out of his hold. Seeing him dismiss your feelings gives you a deja vu, “Why can’t you just accept that my feelings for you have changed. It’s been years, for fucks sake!”

“You know what they say. Being drunk makes you truthful. So, just hear me–”

Pulling yourself out of your drunk daze, you interrupt him and calmly rationalize, “Umm… you should go, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I can hold my liquor just fine,” he defends himself, “You said my name when you had to fake a relationship… you know deep down that has to mean something.”

“No… I used your name because it was familiar. We’d known each other since we were kids! You were the first guy i really lov– liked… but that’s all there is to it!”

“Let me show you I’m worthy of being your first love.”

“I don’t understand you. We haven't spoken for 5 years– and now you’re here begging me for another chance?” The crease in your forehead deepens as your voice starts getting a bit louder.

He groans in frustration, “I thought I had this big adventure laid out for me in college and… I didn’t want to be tied down by a relationship that began even before I got to experience the real world–”

“Right, so that’s what I am to you… a last resort you can choose when others don’t match up to your expectations,” you interrupt him, your voice steadying slowly to avoid a noise complaint.

“No… everything I want to say is coming out wrong– fuck!,” he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I used to like you too. Why else would I still remember such silly little details about what you like and dislike?”

“Oh, I don’t know? Out of habit? We basically grew up together… hell, even I remember things about you just cause I’ve known them forever! But it doesn’t mean shit!” you refute.

He rests his hands on your shoulders, his composure collapsing as his face looks agitated, “I know I realised too late that it was you who I wanted all along – but I want to at least try and see if we really could make it work. I know you called me an idiot who only thought with his dick but now I want to cherish you the way you deserve. I’m a different person now, you’ve seen it yourself.”

“So am I… and I’d be a fool if I let you break my heart again,” you shrug with an indifference that stings him.

“Let me change your mind,” he towers over you, “Let me prove it–”

“Are you not listening? My feelings aren’t so volatil–” you don’t get to complete your sentence as it’s cut off by Suguru hugging you firmly.

“Don’t you remember? You used to call my hugs comforting,” he coos and you realise he’s more drunk than you are as he almost collapses over you. 

You sigh, taking a deep breath to relax as you try to pull his hands away to keep him from crushing you, “You’re drunk. Just go home. You’re not talking sense.”

“Me being drunk doesn't change the truth. I loved you and I think I still do,” he’s still hunching over, resting his chin on your shoulder. His arms wrap around you again and you hear a sniff.

“A-are you crying?” you ask him softly. This does not seem like the old Suguru at all.

“Just let me stay like this for a minute,” he sniffs again. You rub his back to console him as he hugs you tighter. He’s probably going to be embarrassed and sorry tomorrow morning when he sobers up. You decide you could talk sense into him then.

But what he does next surprises you. Suguru pulls back before bringing two fingers under your chin to tilt your face up. You stare into his eyes and remember the last time you’d hugged him like this.

Right, it was when he broke your heart.

In that uncomfortable silence, you wonder if you still held resentment in your heart for him. But that wasn’t the case – you conclude, even if you forgave him, you could never forget the heartbreak. And why would you? It was a good lesson for what it was worth.

What you hated was not him but his blatant audacity to think he could still win you over with a few charming tricks. As if simply being nice could compensate for the way he’d crushed your heart so carelessly – all the shit he tried to brush under the carpet as not being a big deal when it was convenient for him. 

Maybe being intoxicated has given you special powers but you feel like you can read his mind. As if on cue, not even a second after you sense his intention, he proves you right when he leans in closer in a desperate attempt to kiss you. 

~to be continued~

[the-real-rain-world-confessions]

“The ultimate hater” is back

Five Pebbles is genuinely the most annoying iterator there is. How he’s portrayed in the fandom, hell even the game, just upsets me. He’s either some uwu cat boy or some angry bitch. All the time. It’s fucking awful and I hope he dies. He is genuinely not worth more of my time.

Looks to the Moon is presented too naively, or too gentle. I never visit her in-game because there’s no reason to. Ignoring the mandatory visits for certain campaigns, that is. She feels like she only exists for in-game info that you don’t even need to know. She sucks at her job too.

No Significant Harassment is the worst. Ah yes, give your cat cancer and then send it to its death to revive a friend who will forever be isolated and damaged for the rest of her life. Like seriously?? He should’ve just left Moon alone. He put her through so much more suffering than she would’ve gone through if she had just stayed offline. And he didn’t even bother to send another messenger??? He brings her back to life in a broken state, then never even bothers to try and talk to her again. What a great friend 🙄

Seven Red Suns is… pathetic. He literally kills two iterators and his only response is just “sorry I didn’t realize you were too desperate”. Not only that but the genetic modification he put his cat through? No mouth, no mark of communication, such a frail body. I get that the lack of a mark was because he wanted them to not be detected, which just shows he knows he was doing something he shouldn’t have! He also makes no fucking attempts to help the situation! He dooms two Iterators, and send a “oops my bad” message to one of them before fucking off to never been seen from again. And yes, I know his “canon” pronouns are they/them. I don’t care.

Chasing / Grey Wind’s only relevance is to tattle on Pebbles for being in a sliverist group chat. And then no one questions how she is in the group herself??? What gives her the right to tell someone else’s business to her group? And it doesn’t even lead anywhere. She just decided to be a snitch, then goes and tells Suns that Pebbles is dying, and Moon is dead. The most forgettable Rainworld Iterator.

Unparalleled Innocence. She is… definitely existing. I hate how the fandom mostly just makes her a complete and total snob. She’s a bitch for no reason. Sure she leaked Pebbles cancer to everyone, but it was probably deserved. Or hell maybe she was trying to find someone to help because clearly NO ONE CARED ENOUGH TO DO SO. Another forgettable iterator.

Sliver of Straw is wasted potential. Having her be dead since the start of the game, and the only interactions with her being super fucking cryptid and non-canon is the worst. I honestly would’ve preferred is she never showed up anywhere in game, Enot’s campaign or not. Okay wasted potential isn’t the right term, but she would’ve been so much more interesting if she was just some story. She never existed in the first place; was just something the Ancient’s made up to make the other Iterator’s work harder towards an answer. She never should’ve been in the challenges or Enot’s campaign. Not forgettable but regretfully so.

I can and will rant about the Slugcats one day. Just you wait.

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[thatgreyjedi]

So I saw this template somewhere (I forgot who made it but kudos to them!!) and I thought it was a good thing to reflect on this year’s highlights of AO3!

Turns out, I wrote a lot more than I realized. So in addition, I’d like to draw some special attention to some of the accomplishments my fics achieved in my eyes this year!!

I Bet My Life-

After almost two years (including a 6 month hiatus in 2023, oops) I finally concluded my largest fic to date. I think my favorite moments that I wrote in this story was the interaction between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. When I first started writing the story, I knew I wanted a moment between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon that would leave an impact on the narrative of the story and I think the master and apprentice duo meeting in a sort of between-life-and-death world (Kind of like the World between Worlds). I really enjoyed writing this scene because it allowed Obi-Wan to finally overcome his past and move forward on his path of training the future Jedi that will defeat the Sith. I also enjoyed writing the scenes with Reva and Cody because it highlighted their special father-daughter bond that wouldn’t have happened if they never met in the aftermath of Order 66. This fic will always hold a special place in my heart for several reasons, and I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to bring this emotionally heart-wrenching story with a heartwarming ending to so many people!!!

Dennis and Mac Have a Secret-

So my introduction to this fandom was kind of funny, meaning that I started watching this in order to ease my nerves about my upcoming AP tests (and it paid off because I ended up doing pretty well on them). Well, I ended up loving the show so much that I wrote a fic about it. Although it’s not one of my more successful fics I’ve written, this one holds a special place in my heart. I love how the direction of this story went and it truly showed that even some of the most vulgar, self-centered characters can be changed by one person in their life. For me, it’s a beautiful story of love coming in several different forms all tied together to create a bittersweet ending that is how Mac and Dennis finally get together (I won’t spoil too much, but it gets kind of sad at some points).

Lights Will Guide Us Home-

Similarly to IASIP, I fell head first into the 9-1-1 fandom and immediately became infatuated with it. However, this show has quickly became one of my favorite shows of all time and Buddie has became one of my favorite ships of all time! So, when I was waiting for S8 to drop, I decided to write my own sort of post-S7 fix-it story (let’s just say there were certain things about the end of S7 that made me mad and confused). So I combined my favorite trope of trapping characters in a cave together (if I had a nickel for every time I wrote about two characters trapped in a cave in life-threatening circumstances and they confess their feelings to each other, I’d have two nickels, which is really weird that it happened twice…) Regardless, I loved writing this one because it was something new, and I really enjoyed writing for these characters and all their dynamics and small little details. For me, 9-1-1 not only really inspired me in more than just the writing aspect as it gave me a fresh canvas for art pieces (which I’d been struggling to make for a while until now), but it also created memories with some of the most important people in my life (my family would sit down every night to binge episodes and we’d all share our theories/predictions together. Also, my best friend started watching at the same time and we’d talk about everything, including the Buddie moments). This show will hold a permanent spot in my heart for years to come.

Love Like This-

Oh boy, where do I even begin with this one? So, one of the most common questions I had while watching this show is “Why doesn’t Buck have a kid of his own yet?” Sure, he basically co-parents Christopher with Eddie at this point, but like, I want to see Buck actually take care of a baby-baby. Hence, Ellowynn “Elly” Buckley(-Diaz) was born. But, I didn’t just stop at giving Buck his own kid, no no, obviously Eddie would baby trap himself the same way Buck did when he first met Chris about 7 years ago. Either way, I have so many ideas for this fic that I want to turn it into a series, but I needed to lay down the basic groundwork for it before I started adding one shots to it. Also, it has been SO MUCH FUN drawing this family dynamic!!! I’m excited to continue with this series and hopefully you guys will enjoy it too!

I think that my main takeaway from 2024 is to not be afraid to explore outside your comfort zone. If you would have asked me two years ago if I would have written outside the Star Wars fandom, I probably would have said never. However, I’ve learned that the most meaningful pieces that you create, whether it be a drawing or a written work, is something that holds value to what you love. It’s okay to expand out of what you’re known for because you can be defined more that just someone that writes for a specific fandom.

So, my advice to anyone who is new to Tumblr/AO3 going into 2024 and to those who maybe have been members for a while:

Create art that makes you happy.

And:

Don’t be afraid to be yourself.

Have a Happy and Safe Holiday Season (Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or an entirely different celebration!!!) and I hope you all have an awesome New Year!!!

With Love,

ThatGreyJedi

[pigeonxp]

I jjust saw a post of a former big buddie blog who turned pro BT, but now turned back to buddie 🙄 and they're all "oh it's so embarrassing to see notifs from people reblogging my pro bt posts haha oops"

And that just pisses me off. These people wrote pro BT posts about buck dating a known racist misogynist obviously plot device character, they didn't gaf about ditching eddie or buddie, they used their popularity to spread BT fanon to a wide audience and maybe even mocked and vilified buddie fandom, they probably also wrote popular pro BT fic

And now they can just be like "teehee i changed my mind that's all in the past now" and come back to buddie fandom like nothing happened???

Pisses me off. I hope some people have kept a list of buddies turned bts and don't refollow or interact with them. They can go make their own fandom, where eddie is just buck's LI who's apparently interchangeable with any dude who kisses buck 😑🙄

no fr i also be getting so upset when my fav buddie fic writers write a bunch of bt fics and switch it up back to buddie eventually like 😐 and like im not gonna lie and say i dont care that ppl r switching up and jumping ship after being die hard buddies (bc i do think its fucking weird!!!) but it wouldnt bother me as much if the majority of the ppl who switched to bt werent actively hostile to the buddie community yk? like thats so weird to me bc u literally used to be one of us and now ur calling us delusional?? idk its just weird weird behavior.

[thewritingginger]

;) Alphabet - Ares pt. 2

Some steamy Ares HCs to start off your week :3

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Letters: G, M, N, R, Z Warnings: 18+ Talks of sex

Enjoy ~

[Part 1]

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I think Ares can be a bit playful

Not every intimate moment has to be super serious, it just depends on the day 

His playfulness definitely comes out as teasing which may lead to edging and taunting and making you beg oops

But he can be very serious when he’s making love—deep kisses, gentle caresses, slow-deep pumps, whispering sweet nothings in your ear etc.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Be a brat &/or fight back at him 

Boy is the God of War and he gets revved up when you get feisty 

OR if he sees you go off on someone / stand up for yourself—he thinks that shit is hot

 If you’re training/working out with him, he doesn’t wait till you’ve cleaned up to get down with you, he likes it when you’re sweaty and your blood is already pumping

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing

You are is and his only 

He may say he’ll “pass you around” or “throw you away for someone else to use you” to degrade you in the moment but he doesn’t mean it literally—bb boi is v possessive of his partner

Same goes for ppl actually seeing you having sex, you’re for his eyes only

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes

Ares strikes me as a guy that enjoys a bit of danger 

Restraining/suspension, impact play (whips, paddles, crops, etc.)—this applies to his partner doing this to him as well 😏

He doesn’t mind getting down with his partner in public/semi-public places but not if you’re in a position that ppl can see you (as stated above) but the idea of getting caught/ being heard is kinda hot to him and another way he may tease/degrade you

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think Ares has pretty good stamina but once it’s completely spent he’ll pass out not too long after 

He’ll make sure you’re comfortable but he can be like a log after a good night of fucking oops

He likes it when you’re on him or he’ll spoon you in his big body

I hope you enjoyed that

Interaction & Feedback is always appreciated!

💛 ~

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[saveahorserideaneddie]

Hi! A bit of a weird ask here, hope you don't mind. (I swear it's not meant in bad faith)

So, I'm new to the fandom. I'd wanted to watch the show for a while and I finally found time. I did like it, and all the characters, esp Hen and Buck.

Even previous to watching it, I had seen many posts about Buddie. I didn't think much of it until I watched the show. And now I can say... I don't see it. Like, from Buck's side? Sure. But from Eddie's? Not so much.

They both clearly act like Christopher's co-parents a lot, and that's where I'm like "oh, maybe there IS something". But outside of that, I actually see their interactions as mostly platonic. And when I see people talk about it, I see mostly about how Eddie completely trusts Buck with his son (which I agree with and makes a good point), but not much else.

So, what am I missing? Sometimes some characters are harder for me to "read", so I know there could be stuff that I'm missing. What interactions do you see from them that are so clearly romantic (at least more so than they are platonic)? In which ways do you see Eddie showing feelings for Buck?

Sorry about such a long ask. This might be more of a rant (oops). I just really want to understand, bc everyone's so sure... and I'm not. (Also, thanks for reading if you got this far)

So i’m obviously not going to tell you thst your interpretation is wrong- art is subjective and your interpretation of things is completely valid.

that being said, to me i see myself in eddie in a lot of ways:

- only son in the family, so i had unrealistic expectations fixed on me about what my life as a “man” should look like (im not a man, im nonbinary but i was still amab so to my parents i’ve always been a ‘man’)

- raised in a very religious household where there were certain expectations on who i would one day marry and have a family with (because not getting married at all and never having kids was out of the question)

- i was repressed for years emotionally (and sexually) due to pressure from my parents/church and thought there was something “wrong” with me for the feelings i felt

- i often revert to anger as my default defense mechanism because i have repressed my emotions for so long (which is something i am working through in therapy)

so seeing those things i relate to reflected in eddie, it is easy for me to pick up on subtext (whether intentional or not) when it comes to his sexuality/feelings for Buck.

you mentioned eddie trusting buck with christopher— to me this is one of the clearest examples of eddie’s true feelings for buck because he completely trusts the most precious thing in his life with Buck, but he has never even come close to that same kind of trust with any of his romantic partners… even shannon he was apprehensive about letting her back into chris’s life. this means he trusts buck on a level he has never trusted anyone else before— and not to get into psychology, but often when people are repressed emotionally, they find ways to feed those feelings without overtly feeding them if that makes sense. so eddie giving chris (who is practically his whole heart) to buck is essentially eddie offering up his heart on a platter.

so that gets that one out of the way.

as for other examples… i am going to state again that eddie is more repressed than buck and doesn’t show emotion as easily as buck does so Buck’s attraction/feelings are going to be more clear-cut and obvious.

but i am constantly seeing examples of eddie’s feelings for buck interwoven subtly through things:

- crying over buck after the lightning strike when we had only ever seen him cry twice before

- the hurt in his face when buck said natalia was the only person who “saw” him

- the way that he gets overly jealous and acts petty around buck’s romantic partners (the most egregious being Taylor, but we have seen it happen in his other relationships as well)

- the fact that he has never been able to fully allow himself to have feelings for the women he’s dated

- he is looking for a mother figure (second parental unit for chris) but has already effectively filled that role with buck

- he is constantly looking at buck like he hung the stars and the sun and the moon

- he has only started going off the deep end of this fixation with shannon after buck came out to him, and he is onyl actively remembering their relationship as what he wished it had been rather than what it was— something i used to do back when i was still in denial about my sexuality was imagining this dream life where i was happily married to a woman because that is what i was supposed to want, not because it’s what i actually wanted

- eddie is the only one who has shown he understands buck’s recklessness is less him being reckless/thinking he’s unbreakable, but that it’s actually buck seeing himself as invaluable enough that getting hurt wouldn’t affect anyone around him

- one of my favorite scenes is post lightning-strike when eddie climbed the ladder and instead of trying to lower buck to the ground immediately, he initially tries to pull buck closer to him while screaming for him

the list could go on and on and if anyone else wants to leave their observations on eddie’s feelings for buck in the replies by all means please do! but these are just a few ways in which i have personally seen eddie’s devotion to buck portrayed in a light that is much deeper than a platonic level.

i hope this made sense and offers a new perspective for you, and i’m glad that even though you haven’t seen enough evidence in your own interpretation, your first instinct isn’t to jump down people’s throats to tell them they are wrong, but instead reaching out and asking for other opinions to better contextualize why us buddie shippers are so invested in these two!

(and never apologize for a long ask to me… if there’s one thing about me i love to yap lmao)

i hope you have a lovely day, anon!! 💕💕

[sevenwishesonshootingstars]

Try to Unwind You Two

Yes, more writing based on @arn9tails SdRGAU (please help, it’s taking over my brain with ideas) since I still have some days left before my break ends! After rambling about the unsettling implications of this au that I’ll likely explore in the future, I thought it would be nice to try something in a more lighthearted integration scenario. This is my first time writing something for a fandom that actually involves a canon character (and one of my first times writing something fandom based) so I expect this to be a little wonky (I don’t know how to write characters I didn’t make myself, oops). 

I decided to go with something about Freminet because he makes those little mechanical things, and I thought the smallness would make it easy to help with fine details. I don’t know that much about mechanics so sorry for any inaccuracies. There’s also a little bit of the twins because he needs help socializing (and honestly, so does the reader in this). I hope I did a decent job making this feel as awkward as I felt writing it (I am going to explode). This is also a good time to mention that this and probably most of what I write will be platonic.

It had been about six months since the series of discoveries that had changed everyone’s lives, including yours. At the time, there had been rumors of strange lights at night that seemed to have an outpour of unfamiliar energy. You, like many others, assumed it was some unknown natural phenomenon that would come to be known like the aurora borealis or some sort of widespread arg. Maybe even some AI generated fake news.

In your defense, it was a reasonable assumption. If somebody had told you that those strange lights were portals to another world, especially to one from a game you loved, you would have been worried for them. But then you had been an in-person witness to one of the vision holders of Teyvat suddenly appearing outside of a grocery store. That alone was a shocking enough revelation, but the world had decided that that was still a little too comfortable.

Maybe the universe thought that humanity’s collective ego needed to be knocked down a peg. Maybe universes were just supposed to exist on different scales. Neither idea would have prepared you, or anyone really, for the fact that the person who had wandered through that portal had been taller than the building itself. Though you’d never admit out loud to having such a reaction to one of your favorite characters from the game you’d put so much time and attention into, you had dropped your bags and ran back inside the store at the sight of the oversized but familiar being in the parking lot.

What was terrifying at first was now almost part of your daily routine. During those six months in which Earth and Teyvat had become more aware of each other, things had changed a lot. Other than a lot of eyes turning towards hoyo for an explanation that they didn’t have, both sides came to a strange sort of peace. That’s why you were here, interacting with the towering people of Teyvat on the regular.

As a way to get acquainted with each other, a program had been started. Sort of like an exchange student program, but with people of many ages and across worlds. So maybe not that much like an exchange student program, now that you thought about it. The basic idea was that a select few people from Teyvat would be allowed to stay on Earth for several months while a few people from Earth stayed in Teyvat. 

Having been one of the people present during one of the first moments of contact, you were given a special opportunity. You got to sign up before everyone else if you so pleased. The fan in you couldn’t resist. So here you were, standing on a table in front of a familiar diver who, judging by his mildly anxious expression, had most likely been signed up for this by someone else. If you had to guess, probably his brother.

As the two of you quietly stared at each other, each waiting for the other to speak so you didn’t interrupt, you realized this was going to be harder than you thought. It seemed like you both hoped that you’d be assigned to an outgoing person. Neither of you could start a conversation. An almost cruel case of expectation versus reality. You would think your mind would focus more on the absurdity of the situation instead of the social aspect of it, but anxiety was an irrational thorn in your brain.

Freminet gripped the table lightly, tapping on his knuckles with a finger of his free hand. You picked at your sleeve. The already unnecessarily tense interaction was made even more awkward by the obvious presence of Lyney and Lynette peeking around the doorframe because are you really siblings if you don’t mind each other's business alongside your own?

He glanced over at the twins as if to ask what to do. All he got was a thumbs up and a shrug. How helpful. He took a deep breath and introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Freminet,” he said quietly, which would have been a problem if you weren’t small enough to be on the table in front of him. “I’m a diver. Oh, you might already know that. Sorry,” he continued, remembering what little he knew about the whole Genshin Impact thing on Earth. “Not to assume that you know about me specifically,” he corrected almost hurriedly, leaning away from the table.

You did know, but you weren’t sure what to say here. Did you tell him that you did know? You weren’t sure how to say that in a way that would sound like you thought he was worth getting to know and not in a way that was creepy. You clutched your stomach, feeling it churn with the adrenaline buzzing through you. Talking to somebody shouldn’t be this hard, even if they were much bigger than you.

“I’m [Name],” you finally breathed, craning your neck to look up at him. Your eyes searched his face, looking for a sign of whether or not that was the wrong answer. You couldn’t tell if you messed up or if that was just his face. Trying to push down the thought that he already didn’t like you and reminding yourself that he was clearly having the same issue, you went on. “Hi. I probably should have said that first. Sorry.” Riveting…

“I like your hat,” you murmured, reaching up to point. “Do you… like penguins?” you asked before immediately feeling stupid for doing so. You doubted he’d be wearing a penguin hat and carrying around a mechanical penguin if he didn’t like them. Surprisingly (only to you in your anxious state), he didn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, I have Pers here too,” he said, pulling the mechanical penguin out of seemingly nowhere. You leaned over for a moment to see where he had stored the little guy, but there wasn’t anywhere that made sense. Teyvat logic, I guess, you thought with a shake of your head. 

Freminet placed Pers on the table in front of you, and you realized that you were only just barely taller than the mechanical penguin. Glancing up at him, you could see that his eyes had lit up, even if just a little. You had always liked Pers so you might as well take this opportunity.

You walked up to the robotic bird curiously, watching him waddle in place. “This is so cute,” you murmured, circling Pers with interest. Your stomach still hurts, but you have hope for this interaction so you try to ignore its turning. Freminet seems a little pleased with your interest in his mechanical companion. He leans over and rests his head in his arms, which were crossed on the table.

“I heard you make stuff like this,” you say, inspecting Pers. “Can I see some? Uh, if you don’t mind, that is.” You were worried that he would find this intrusive in some way, not that you were sure why you thought that, but he actually seemed eager to talk about his creations. He nodded silently and stood from his chair to retrieve some of them, but Lyney had overheard and beat him to it.

The magician carried in a few mechanical toys of varying degrees of completion. “Tada~,” he sing-songed, setting them on the table around you. “Behold the marvelous mechanical creations of my dear brother,” Lyney announced. You grinned awkwardly and glanced over at the diver, who appeared almost as red as his brother's bow tie. “Thank you, Lyney,” he murmured, looking like he wished he was at the bottom of the sea instead of at this table. The magician winked and left with a bow as dramatic as he was. 

Freminet sat back down and started to arrange the mechanical toys around you. Of course you couldn’t exactly forget that the people of Teyvat were so much bigger than you were. You literally had to stand on the table to almost be at eye level with the boy in front of you, and he was technically short. But you were suddenly a lot more aware of this fact while he was casually reaching over and around you to lift things that were your size. Your already upset stomach flip-flopped at the sight, which made you feel guilty because he was not only not doing anything wrong, but he even seemed a little excited to talk about the clockwork toys he was setting in front of you.

“Pers is always there for me so I thought maybe others would want a toy to keep them company,” he explained. He gestured at the three on the left, all of which were mechanical penguins like his own, just in varying colors. “I brought them to a workshop to sell them, but not that many got bought even though the feedback was good…” He seemed a little disappointed by this, sighing softly. “I don’t mind, but most of the customers who bought them were adults.” 

You looked up at him sympathetically. You walked over to one of the penguins and carefully lifted the wing up and down. “You know, I think these would have been super popular with kids where I’m from,” you said in an attempt to reassure him. “Kids love toys that move.”

He looked up from Pers, though his head was still lowered so he could see you. “Really?” he asked with a flicker of hope creeping into his voice. You nodded and gave an awkward but genuine smile. “I’m not sure why the kids here didn’t buy them all out immediately, but these would be on every kid’s wishlist on Earth.” 

“I’d probably have to make mini versions for that to work,” he said with his hand to his chin and a finger curled against his mouth in thought. 

“Oh, and I thought that since the penguins didn’t do so well I should try some other things.” Freminet lifted a clockwork piece on your right and placed it in front of you. It was a windup mechanical crab that was seemingly modeled after the armored crabs littered along the beaches of Fontaine. The “little” crab had a blue shell with silver details and black legs, looking like a cross between said creatures and a clockwork meka. 

“Aww, a crab!” you exclaimed eagerly. He wound it up with a key on its underside and set it on the table. The legs, which seemed to be a single connected piece on each side, moved back and forth so that the clockwork crustacean could do its sideways waddle over to you. Its pincers rattled awkwardly, and you tilted your head. 

Freminet frowned and picked up the toy crab. “The pincers are supposed to move from side to side too,” he said as he flipped it over in his hand. He twisted the key and watched the crab’s legs move while the pincers stayed in place except for their rattling. “Is something loose?” you asked while he repeated the action. The diver nodded and placed back on the table laying on its shell. 

He looked at you for a moment and got an idea. “The pieces inside of here are pretty small, and I have to use a miniature screwdriver.” He produced a comparatively small screwdriver from his pocket with the same swiftness of hand as the twins on stage. “It would probably be easier for someone like you to hold… Do you think you could tighten the screws inside for me? I mean, only if you want to though.”

You looked at the screwdriver that he held out to you with a slightly trembling hand. From your perspective, it was really just a normal screwdriver. “Okay, I guess I can try,” you answered uncertainly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, but you were worried you’d find a way to accidentally break the crab further. “Uh, what do I need to do?”

He smiled gratefully. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t use the screwdriver himself, but he was sure that his hands would be too shaky to be precise with someone watching. It also didn’t help that he was embarrassed by the fact that it didn’t work when he tried to show you. 

“There are screws holding some pieces in place around the moving part connected to the key,” he explained. “I’m guessing they got loose, which is making the turning of the key rattle everything instead of only pushing the pincers back and forth.” Your eyes lit up a little. “Ah, so I just need to tighten those screws,” you finished for him with a nod. That was simple enough.

He nodded and held the mechanical crab on either side to keep it in place while you removed the shell. You knelt down and removed the screws along the perimeter of the crab so the shell was no longer attached. Freminet set the shell to the side, keeping his other hand on the crab so you could work.

The interior of the crab had layers that were held together loosely by two screws while the rest was connected with interlocked pieces that allowed for movement. You leaned over to see if you could reach closer to the outer center where the screws were, but you were too small. That probably should have been expected given that the crab was about the size of you or bigger.

“Oh. Do you need help?” he asked sheepishly, embarrassed that he hadn’t thought about this ahead of time either. “Yeah, I’m, uh… Not tall enough,” you replied. Suddenly this different scale thing was less absurd and more embarrassing. You didn’t have to worry though. The diver was too embarrassed himself to consider laughing. Not that he would have anyway. 

“Um, how should I do this?” he asked, his hand reaching toward you hesitantly before retracting. You look down at yourself and back to the crab. “Or maybe I should just tighten the screws myself,” he added after a moment.

“No!” you said a bit too loudly. You winced at your own volume, though it didn’t affect him much other than startling him a bit. “Sorry. No. I want to help,” you insisted. His gaze fell back on you for a moment before he lowered it to the floor. “Okay,” he said with a hesitant nod. “Thank you. Does that mean I should, um, pick you up? And hold you over the crab?”

You nodded with a matching amount of hesitation. You’d been picked up once or twice before, but this wasn’t exactly something you could get used to over night. He carefully reached over and grabbed you, making a face. He held Pers all the time, but it was completely different from holding a live person. 

His reaction reminded you a bit of somebody holding a baby for the first time, but you quickly shut down the thought because you didn’t want to be compared to a baby. Even though most of the people of Teyvat treated Earthlings normally, there was still a level of infantilization that was hard to escape in these early times of getting to know each other. You’d grown tired of it to the point that you pushed away the comparisons, even in your own mind.

He carefully held you over the crab while you leaned down to tighten the screws. Once it was done, he quickly set you back on the table for the sake of both your comfort and his own. You screwed back on the shell as he held the crab in place and soon enough it was finished.

“It should work now,” he mumbled, turning the key and setting it on the table. The crab waddled away from you both in its sideways wiggle. The two of you watched the pincers carefully. A reward for the awkward moment before, the pincers went back and forth as they were meant to.

“Thanks for helping,” he said, carefully taking back the screwdriver. “No problem,” you said cheerfully as though your stomach wasn’t still uneasy. “Maybe the next time we meet up we can go see how the real thing reacts to the toy version,” you suggested with a gesture towards the crab. He smiled and gave a small nod. “Sure,” he agreed. “We can do that next time.”

Okay that’s it now I’m gonna go sleep for a week. I hope it was a nice read.

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, I'm a dumbass and just realized today is Valentine's Day. Oops and double-shit! Unfortunately, my ass has to work (8 hours today, 12 tomorrow, 8 Sunday, 7 Monday, 7 Tuesday) so as much as I'd like to get my Valentine's related content I've been working on out, it won't be until Wednesday and Thursday, so I'll be late to the celebration. I do have some fluffy, cute little ficlets coming out to celebrate Valentine's Day that you will all see before the end of February and a couple smut ficlets around Valentine's (all around or under 5k words) so I hope those will be enjoyed when they come!

But I want to wish all of you:

Happy Valentine's Day to all my readers, new and old! You all bring such joy into my life. Interacting with you puts smiles on my face. You make me laugh with some of your tags. Each like makes me light up. Getting to write and share what I love with you is a gift! You all are amazing people who bring beauty into the world and make it better. Here's to hoping you all have amazing Valentine's Days!!

If you're willing to wait a couple days or to be patient, please feel free to drop Valentine's related asks for any of my fandoms into the inbox 💝 It is the absolute least I can offer up to you! To also try to give you readers a little bit of a gift, I offer up that romantic, platonic, and smut match-ups are open for the following fandoms for a limited time:

07-Ghost

Black Clover

Bungou Stray Dogs

Class of the Titans

Eyeshield 21

Haikyuu!!

KHR

K Project

KNB

Nanbaka

Wind Breaker

The Vampire Dies in No Time!

And Saiyuki!