#my guy is holding back the insanity by a fingernail

[cringefailvox]

alastor's seamless ability to switch between happy and sinister in an instant is so funny to me

[mioons]

“how could my day be bad when i’m with you.”

pairing. enhypen ot7 x fem. reader (hcs)

genre. fluff, est. relationship wc. 928 warnings. skinship, mentions of wedding, petnames, swearing

— enhypen as cute things that couples do. extra. guys idk why this took me sooo long to write like the thinking put into this is insane.

LEE HEESEUNG — sharing wired earpieces

it could be on the way to school. or on the way to that cafe you wanted to go to since forever. lee heeseung thinks he wants to somehow be connected to you at all times, even when you two were on the train or the bus; not just physically but emotionally too.

this is why he feels headphones aren’t his thing; because he can’t share it with you.

he’d put on his favourite album on repeat. he loves sharing his favourite things with his favourite person. his favourite pretty girl.

holding out one side of the earpiece, he’d gesture you to take it, “put it on,” he’d request.

you two sat on the train in silence but your hearts were connected, beating in tandem.

SIM JAEYUN — wearing his hoodie

he’d want you to have a piece of him everytime you two were not together. needed you to wear something that said that you were his. you were his beloved girlfriend whom he cherished so much.

honestly even if you weren’t apart he’d still make you wear his hoodie, claiming that it looked better on you than him. he likes the fact that the sleeves cover your entire arm, leaving only the tips on your fingernails to be seen; the way it almost reaches your knees—fucking adorable he thinks.

“by the way here’s your hoodie, i think i forgot to return it the other day,” you’d say as you passed him his hoodie.

he purposely didn’t ask for it back because he wanted you to have it. forever.

“no no darling, you keep it m’kay? everytime we have movie nights on fridays make sure to wear it.”

PARK JONGSEONG — helping you with your shoes + carrying you

tying your shoelaces? no no don’t worry, he’ll help you. slipping on heels your for you? he’d be down on his knees to help you with it. putting on socks? “of course my love, which pair of socks?”

don’t even move an inch, he’ll take care of you.

“you too tired to walk pretty?” he’d ask as he caressed the small of your back with his thumb, rubbing circles on it.

you’d shake your head, “no it’s okay seongie, i got it.”

you actually didn’t ‘got it’. every few minutes while you two were walking along the bustling street, you’d take a short pause to adjust your shoe.

“baby, cmon don’t be stubborn, let me help you,” he’d sigh and wrap his arms around your hip, lifting you off the ground, gaining a small yelp sound from you. “seongie you don’t need to carry me!”

“i know princess; i just want to carry you.”

PARK SUNGHOON — breakfast, be in bed or in public

the moment sunghoon found out you don’t eat breakfast he got worried but he didn’t say anything.

“yn, can we go out for breakfast tomorrow?” he’d ask while you two were calling on the phone.

“mm, sure, why not? tomorrow 9am?” you asked.

“mhm.”

he’d make sure you were well fed, made sure you had enough energy to sustain throughout the day. he wouldn’t want to see his pretty girl collapsing in school or when she’s out.

on days where you two stayed over at each others house, he’d wake up early just to cook something for you; to surprise you with breakfast in bed.

“good morning darling, eat up m’kay?”

KIM SUNOO — matching items

it started when you saw a couple bracelet on instagram and you decided to buy it for sunoo and yourself.

“what’s this for?” he’d ask as you helped you put on the bracelet.

“it’s matching bracelets, you don’t want it?” you pouted and looked up at him through your lashes

he sighed and chuckled, “no no baby, i just didn’t know you liked matching things.”

from then on he’d buy you guys anything matching. matching shirts? don’t worry he’d customise two just for the both of you. matching phone charms? he’d go and find one online for the both of you.

one day he’d get matching wedding rings too.

YANG JUNGWON — playing with your hair

if he’s not clinging onto your hand, he’s playing with your hair.

he likes the way your hair is so so smooth and he can just thread his fingers through it, how it smells like vanilla and lavender.

on some days he’d ask you, “hey darling, could i braid your hair please?”

of course you’d say yes. you loved the feeling of his fingers gently massaging your scalp as he styled your hair. even if your hair was short or long, he’d still play with it.

he’d pick flowers for you just to insert them into your hair. yang jungwon thinks you look like a bride like that.

NISHIMURA RIKI — love letters

he loves writing love letters to you. he’d spend hours and hours drafting and writing them. just for you.

when he’s not around to pass it to you, sometimes he’d send it to you via text to make sure you still get your daily love letters; life is too short for him not to send paragraphs professing his love for you.

his friends would ask him why he wouldn’t just want to tell you straight up and chose to write letters. to be honest he’s shy and too scared to say everything to you upfront, he’d rather just write for you so you could keep it forever with the other stacks of love letters he wrote you.

don’t worry, he’s already wrote his wedding vows.

luvlyhee 2024 :: taglist open ,, send an ask to be added

tl: @en-gelic @dioll @luv-sims @minjubie

[luveline]

can I request aaron with younger!reader who isn't really an affectionate pet names type and she just ends up calling him bro out of habit and he's just,,, so perplexed and sometimes a bit annoyed like 'im not your bro I'm your boyfriend'

thank you for requesting ���

You thought that having a boyfriend would be fun (true) but that the pet names were a bit much (kind of). No matter how hard you try, you've never been the type to call a partner baby. Sweetheart, handsome, lover, none of it calls to you. It's not that there's anything wrong with sincerity nor showing someone you love them, but pet names are clunky in your mouth. 

Sometimes you have to say something, though. "Dude! What is this? Are you serious?" 

Aaron has presented you with a box of pyjamas. Some people might think pyjamas are a bad gift as an adult, but you're genuinely thrilled. They're a present for nothing, I was thinking of you. I thought you'd like them. 

Not everything expensive is good, but some stuff clearly is. "They feel amazing. What kind of material is this?" you ask, running your hand up and down the shirt. 

"I'm not sure. If you like them I can't get you more. I can get you a pair for every day of the week, if that suits you." 

Is he joking? "Aw, dude…" 

"Not sure I like that." 

You lift your head from the boxed pyjamas and smile at him with gratitude coming out the ears. He's really quite handsome, emphasised when he frowns as much as he might think otherwise, the longer strands of his hair curled gently over his crinkled forehead. 

"Thank you! Can I kiss you?" you ask.

His hand is warm on your cheek as you stand on tiptoes for a kiss. He's not that tall, and your weight has him bending backward, frowning into a short kiss. You dodge back to investigate. 

"Everything okay?" you ask. 

"Fine. They had different colours if you want something brighter, but you liked the lavender underwear–" 

"Bro," you say with a laugh. "Don't say it like that." 

"What is that?" he asks, his teeth not gritted but clearly visible, his frown bordering frantic. "I feel like I'm going insane." 

"What are you going insane over? I'm confused." 

"I'm confused. We are dating, aren't we?" Aaron asks. 

You grip the back of a dining room chair, fingernails rapping against the wood. "Um. I definitely thought so, but is that not what you think?" 

"And you're not angry with me?" 

"Angry? Aaron, I'm really sorry, can you just ask me what you want to ask?" You talk with absolute sincerity, perplexed, a smidge worried. 

"Why are you calling me 'bro'? And 'dude'? I'm not your bro, I'm your boyfriend." 

Agitation tinges his voice. It's clear that he's asking out of frustration rather than confusion; a man at the end of his rope. 

You hold your hands behind your back. "I'm sorry," you say sheepishly, "it's a bad habit. I do want to– I mean, I've thought about calling you nice stuff like you call me, but I've never done it before. It feels weird when I say it, like I'm playing dress up." 

A familiar hand in a familiar place, Aaron's palm tender against your cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm not mad," he says quietly. "I was hoping some new clothes might inspire some affection, but I shouldn't force it. You can call me 'bro'. It's weird," —he laughs, meeting your eyes with a tentative smile— "but you can call me anything. Maybe less 'bro'. 'Dude' is manageable." 

"It does inspire affection. You know. For the record." 

His laughter turns knowing. "I'll remember that." 

You lean in for another kiss. He's smiling this time, his lips parted ever so slightly. 

"What do you want me to call you?" you ask, your breath fanning against his mouth. 

"I'd say whatever feels right, but you might start calling me 'man', or 'my guy'." He chuckles at his own joke, hand needling behind your back to grab big handfuls of you almost greedily. 

It's going to feel awkward. Now or never, you think. "Thank you for the pyjamas, handsome," you murmur, spreading your hand against his chest. 

It's worth it to feel him take in a pleased breath. And it really, really suits him. 

[ivysangel]

congratulations on 400 lovely!

for your consideration: jason’s got you on your back, pinned between him and the mattress. your hands are pinned above your head, fingers intertwined with his (because he’s a sap). he’s hovering, eyes staring straight into yours, forcing you to arch your back up if you want any kisses. he’s being torturously slow, more filthy grinds of his hips than thrusts, drawing this out for as long as he can.

sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

thank you so much my sunnie my sunflower !! it kinda feels insane like i'm screaming and crying and throwing up!!

so so soooooo in love with the confidence jason gains in your relationship. the way he teases you, how far he'll make you go to feel his touch bc he knows at the end of the day you guys are locked in fr, so he gets to play these games with no repercussions. he takes advantage of it pretty often, too, like, okay fuck you? but also, like literally, let me fuck you. he's not mean, though; he'll hold your hand and give you kisses, and he's deep inside you, too, giving you that absolutely delicious dull pain that comes with the size of his cock. but he moves soooooooo fucking slow.

he knows you want him to move faster; he feels the way your fingernails start to dig into the back of his hand, sees how your eyes move around his face, looking over the features you fell in love with, the ones that turn you on. he hears your whimpers every time he pulls all the way out and pushes back in agonizingly slowly. no, he's not mean per se, but he does make you work for it sometimes. asking you how badly you want it, telling you to use your words. so different from how he was before your love for each other was solidified, when sex was just sex and nothing else.

he won't make you beg, and he's not gonna deprive you or himself of sex, but he does enjoy relishing in the fact that he can get you so worked up, get you to chase his lips as if he wasn't gonna kiss you again anyway. he sometimes wonders if he's doing too much, but when your hands find his back, when you say his name between screams of pleasure, and when you shyly ask for more, he knows you're not going anywhere.

[strwbrrychnnie]

a male reader blog gbless... what headcanons (fluffy and/or nsfw) do you have about bang chan dating a feminine guy? i rly love pink and skirts and chunky high heels so i want to project!!!

notes:: hihi! this is so cute, i think he would absolutely love having a partner who loves to dress up and be cute with him <//3 ty for the request :pray:

bang chan having feminine male partner headcanons !!

< sfw >

oh. . . he is so whipped for you, don’t even let him get started !

he loves it when you dress up for him, be that in a frilly skirt or a short sundress, he can’t keep his eyes off you

he helped you build a little display cabinet for all your platforms and high heels so you can choose from them every time you go out

he does your makeup for you sometimes, getting flustered when you watch him intently

“ don’t – don’t look at me like that.. ” he blushes, hiding his face from you.

when you close your eyes to let him do your eye makeup, he gets distracted 

he just falls in love all over again, cupping your face in his hands and gently kissing your cheeks, making you giggle

if you have long hair, he loves to braid it and help you wash it, loving the scent of your shampoo ;; he’ll lose himself playing with it, obsessed with how soft it is

and if you have short hair ! he still loves to run his hands through it, kissing your scalp and getting you cute clips to hold back your bangs

“ my pretty boy.. ” he buries his face in your hair. “ you smell so good, baby. ”

he loves buying you cute pink things for you, whether that be plushies or more clothes or his weekly flower run

if you’re shorter than him, he loves the height your heels and platforms give you, making it easier for him to kiss you

paints your nails for you with special little designs

calls you his prince and nuzzles his face into your cheek when he sees you after a while

“ baby boy, c’mere. ” he holds his arms out, pouting until you wrap your arms around him.

sits you on his lap while you watch a movie, resting his head on your shoulder

sneaks a hand on your ass when around your friends – he can’t help it !

if you’re younger than him, he loves to baby you and tease you about the age difference

if you’re older than him, he’s so so flustered by everything you do ;; he called you ‘noona’ once as a joke and it just stuck

“ noonaaa~ ” he whines, tugging at your skirt when you’re alone. “ come cuddle with channie.. please..? ”

< nsfw >

can’t keep his eyes off you no matter what ;; maintains eye contact the entire time

he’ll make you keep on your skirt, loving the way it bounces with every thrust

kisses every inch of your skin, leaving small marks all over

goes feral when you wear lingerie for him, his hands won’t let go of your body

“ fuck, baby, you’re so pretty for me. ” he groans as he trails his hands down your chest.

when you wear lipstick, he begs you to wrap your mouth around his cock

seeing the red stains littering his length drives him insane

he holds your hair back, biting his lip to hold back his ceaseless sounds

cums as soon as you look up at him through your eyelashes ;; he can’t handle seeing how pretty you are

“ oh my god – so good, can’t– baby boy, i’m coming– ” he throws his head back with a whimper.

when he tops, he quite literally loses his mind when you’re still all dressed up for him

put on a sundress ? he’ll fuck you until you can’t walk for a week

loves it when you ride him with a skirt on ;; he slips his hands under it and grips your hips, grinding you down on him

he makes you keep on your thigh-highs whenever you wear them, laying you down gently on your back and pushing your legs back against your chest as he rocks into you gently

“ just like that, beautiful, taking me so well. ” he whispers into the crook of your neck as he fucks you.

when you top, he’s a complete mess

he loses it when you rake your fingernails against him, leaving trails of pink on his pale skin

tries to hold back his noises but your rhythm shakes him up, crying out for you to keep going

reaches for your hand as you fuck him, squeezing and holding on tight

calls you hyung when you top – regardless of age – he wants to feel small compared to you

“ hyung, fuck – feel so full. ” he whimpers, holding your hand tightly. “ you’re so big, i’m losing it. ”

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi! This might be nasty, but um. What about vamp!reader eating Sevika out when she is on her period? Idk there is just something so intimate about it and the imagery or reader's face and Sevika's thighs covered in blood does something to me.

hehehehe nasty is my favorite ;) this is gonna be right after you first feed from sevika and you guys are still early in your relationship-- before you change her.

disclaimer! vamp reader is a black reader, and i'm white, so if there's any mistakes or missteps lmk and i'll fix it asap!

men and minors dni

you're going insane.

you've never been more turned on and hungry at once.

sevika came over about an hour ago-- unannounced and looking miserable, asking to just be held for a while while she waited for her headache to stop.

it wasn't until she was resting on top of you, your nails gently scratching up and down her back, her breathing evening out, that you realized why she had a headache in the first place.

you could smell it on her. the blood.

and now it's been an hour, and sevika's sleeping sweetly on top of you, and you're so horny and desperate to taste her you think you might pass out.

just when you're about to start shivering beneath your girlfriend from the desire coursing through your body, sevika groans and shifts from where she was drooling on your tits.

"mmm..." she hums. you gulp.

"sev?" you whisper, your voice cracking halfway through. she nuzzles against your throat.

"yeah?" she whispers. you sink your fingernails into her back and she stiffens in your hold.

"are you on your period?" you ask shakily. sevika groans and nods.

"it's kickin' my ass this month." she complains. "lost track of the days, i wasn't prepared."

you nod, staring at the ceiling with so much intensity you're surprised you don't burn a hole in the drywall.

"...why?" sevika asks right before she's about to fall asleep.

"i can smell it." you whimper. sevika freezes in your hold, and you speak again before you can stop yourself. "please lemme taste it." you whine.

a shiver rolls down her spine and sevika's head snaps up from your chest to stare at you.

"fuck." she growls. you gulp and lick your lips. "are you--"

"so fucking sure." you cut her off.

sevika scrambles up your body, and you groan when you realize she's planning on sitting your face. it takes her a second to get her legs free from her pants, but once she does you actually start tearing up a bit at how strong the scent of her combined arousal and blood is.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, i need you, sevika, hurry up." you cry, scratching at her thighs.

you nearly pass out when she shoves her boxers down and you catch a little string of blood stretch between the pad in her boxers and her cunt.

her inner thighs are smeared in blood in various stages of dryness, and her poor cunt is soaked and swollen, both from her menstruation and from her arousal.

you claw at her hips so hard you smell even more blood, and she laughs at your eagerness as she reaches up to clutch the headboard, staring down at you.

"maybe i should put a towel down?" she asks.

"don't need it." you promise. "i'm gonna lick up every drop, sev, just fuckin' sit on my face already."

sevika's abs twitch at your words, and instead of replying she just sinks down and shoves her cunt against your mouth.

you growl, your eyes rolling so far back in your head you see your brain as the delicious, tangy irony taste of sevika's blood and cum fills your mouth.

sevika squeaks, and you pull her puffy clit into your mouth, licking it over and over again while sevika jumps and moans and grinds into your mouth.

once her thighs start shaking, you sink your tongue into her cunt. both of you moan at the same time, and you start crying in relief as her blood starts dripping into your mouth, straight from the source.

your nose is pushing against her clit, and she's grinding the smell of her into your face and cheeks.

it's ecstasy. you're all warm and fuzzy from the feed-- so turned on you can hardly keep your eyes open-- covered in sevika's cum and her blood-- your two favorite things in the world.

you don't even mind that you can't breathe. you don't even realize that it's because sevika's cumming-- too high on her to notice. you just keep eating and eating, trying your very best to keep your fangs tucked away inside your lips.

you alternate between sucking her left labia up, then her right, then swirling your tongue around her clit until she moans before sinking your tonge back inside of her. it's not for her pleasure-- it's so you're sure you get every single fucking drop of her blood in your mouth.

"fuck fuck fuck--" sevika squeaks, and then she's squirting all over your face.

it drowns you a bit-- and you sputter before cumming in your pants from the sensation of her cum dripping down your cheeks and neck.

when you finally come to, sevika's panting heavily, staring down at you with stars in her eyes. you try to lean up and get your tongue on her again, but she pushes you down with a hand sunk into your hair.

"f-fuck." she says, grinning at you. you lick your lips, blinking up at her.

"more?" you beg. she laughs.

"you're a fucking mess." she says, grinning. you smile up at her.

"pretty?" you ask. she snorts.

"mmhmm. blood really pops on your pretty brown skin, babe." she says. you snort and bite her thigh, just letting your fangs graze her. she shivers.

"and your cum?"

"yeah, white looks good on you too." she says, giggling. you smile.

"come back here, i'm not done with you. actually-- how long do your periods usually last? call out until you're done-- i'm just gonna sleep between your legs with my tongue buried in your cunt." you say. sevika laughs again, shaking her head at you.

"we shoulda put a towel down." she says.

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[moonrisecoeur]

oh lord, ok, im back with more filth. apologies again in advance. youve literally encouraged my delusions. i am so delulu for him

**also just wanna disclaimer that im transmasc so if some of the things i say are worded a bit weird its just bc im not personally thinking in a fem perspective ! :)

i know i already talked about it but goddd i want to just pamper and pretty leon up so badly. leon just seems like an eyeliner and nail polish type of guy i cant explain it. hes just so Damn gorgeous in his re2 1998 concept art (leon is genuinely such a fuckin pretty man). i just wanna do his eye makeup, i wanna paint his nails, and god forgive me but id find some pretty lipstick to put on him too. i want to make him cry from pleasure so i can see his eyeliner and shadow leave streaks on his face. i want to fucking smear his lipstick and make him look like a fucking slut. i want to make him kiss and bite my thighs so he leaves them lipstick stained. i wanna tell him how hes such a good boy and to look at how pretty his lipstick marks are while he sucks on me. GRAhh. i wanna press his hands to the bed, look at his pretty fingernails as he holds onto my hand for dear fucking life while i fuck him.

id actually commit atrocities to see leon in thigh highs. LIKE GOD DAMN. FUCK, id be sweating hed look so fucking sexy in that. and yes, some lingerie. i dont care he'd look perfect with his fat tits being barely covered by some pretty lace. and i know hed be so god damn shy at first (god hes so cute), but hed change tune so fast when you cant keep yourself off of him, pawing his tits and biting his thighs. AND BY GOD. THE THIGH HIGHS STAY THE FUCK ON. that man also has THICK fucking thighs, perfect for grabbing and manhandling while you fuck him. like god damn have you seen the power behind those kicks? and all of that strength is gone when you start praising him and rubbing your cock against his ass.

ehehe i think about being with re2 leon domestically sooooso much im ngl. i legit constantly think about how hot itd be to fuck him in uniform ok. loosen enough of the buttons on his button up so you can oogle his chest, pull his pants down just enough so you can fuck him, trapping his legs with his belt. working him up through his pants, driving him crazy bc theyre too thick to get off from just you rubbing through them but getting enough feeling that it gets him hot and bothered. how rough his fingerless gloves would feel against your skin as he grabs at you for support.

i kinda. imagine, at least re2 leon, probably hasnt really done anything involving his ass aside from like, a little bit of curious exploring. (older leons is a hard maybe but this is about my pookie rookie) he'd always been insanely into you domming him, but i know hed be so fucking SHY when you bring up the suggestion of topping him. youd have to give him some time to think on it, poor baby. he's not sure how he feels about it, at least thats what he tells himself, but he cant help but get so flustered when he thinks about it. and you bet that he was redder than a tomato when he asks you to try it. the first time you just start with just your fingers, and that already has him fucking weak and quivering under you. cant control his fucking volume (not like he ever could). touch his dick and hes done. after that, god hed be addicted to it, it takes him a while to get over the initial shyness he feels about liking it so god damn much but FUCK i would not mind hes so sexy underneath me.

and. op. good LOOOORRRRDD. ["but also want to fuck him so so slow and deep i can feel it moving around if i put on hand on his abdomen"] FUCK. GOD DAMNNNN FUCK. when you start fucking him often he'd def loooove pushing his limits on how much he can take. he wants you to stretch his ass, fucking loves the feeling of you pushing in him and hushing him while peppering his face and neck in kisses. he loves to feel stretched and full of your cock and lets you know it, cant keep quiet about it. also this is probably just me but. want that man to have a fucking bush of a happy trail. i wanna run my fingers through and play with it while i fuck him slow and deep so i can feel my cock stretch him. god ID fucking be whimpering at that its so fucking hot jesus christ, i also kjhgkjhsdghsdkgf i love leon having a soft body. like yes he absolutely takes pride in working out and his strength but. softness around those muscles..mmmhnn. softness around muscles is just good in general i like him being at a healthy weight give my man some food rn pleaseee.

i wanna take him out on dates so i can grab and squeeze his waist in the same spot id grab it to fuck him just to get him worked up and thinking about it. what's gonna happen to him the moment no ones watching. or fuck, even better trying to not attract an audience. itd be hard because hes so god damn loud. also maybe even fuck with his head by making him wear a toy. i wanna drive him insane in public. i want him to flush bright red in public from humiliation because he cant think or talk straight.

this is gonna be sooooo controversial but. i know everyone thinks vendetta leon is a hard dom but. i disagree hard on that. hes a BRAT. hes a MASSIVE fucking brat. he'd try real damn hard to come off as a hard dom too, and he'd have such a snarky lip when you try to make him submissive. but if you know what to do it's the easiest shit ever. grab him by the back of his hair and pull his head back. bite and kiss on his neck. whisper to him how its ok baby, i know youre a good boy, i know how badly you wanna be a good boy for me, you dont have to be in control for me love, i wanna make you feel so good. tell him hes Your good boy (fuck hed love you claiming him, hed love you referring to him possessively). man handle him against the wall or onto the edge of the bed. and, god, you could bend him over so fucking easy. hed be a babbling mess, no thoughts in his pretty little head aside from your words and your dick. first time you fuck his ass hed cum untouched just from you praising him.

ok this is a bit on the weirder side but. god dogboy leon is so hot? also just. werewolves are sexy as fuck. so like consider werewolf leon. ok and then put him in a collar. he'd follow you like a lost puppy, doesnt even need a leash. he loves his leash and collar so much tho, showing who he belongs to, he loves getting tugged around by you. and you cant stop because he makes the prettiest whimpers when you do. i wanna stroke his ears while im on top of him, i wanna pull his tail when i bend him over. itd be so hot being marked up by his sharp teeth and claws cause poor little puppy cant control himself when youre fucking him so good.

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG JESUS CHRIST

THIS ISNT PEGGING BUT I JUST. WANNA THROW THIS OUT THERE TOO BC GGRHHH. its been getting cold and alllll i can think abouttt is just a warm and comfy at home date. get some warm drinks, maybe watch a movie or play a game, but poor baby cant focus 'cause im cockwarming him the entire time. he can hold on for dear life all he wants, but tries anything? tries getting himself off? what a bad boy. hed fucking choke a sob at that. im just trying to help him relax and stay warm. he doesnt need to be thinking anything during his well deserved time off. dont worry ill make sure he knows how good he is when he relaxes and enjoys our drinks, movie, game, date. ill praise him when he stays still while i milk his dick. such a good boy, being obedient while i make him cum inside of me after a very long night. <3

-🐕

AHHH THE THOUGHTS CONSUME ME

i am so sorry ill stop bugging you after this if you want but god i just wanted to add in, i want to mark and bruise leon up so much that hed have to dress like a fucking nun if he didnt want anyone seeing how aggressively ive claimed him. (he doesnt. he likes everyone knowing. :))

-🐕

i don't even know what to respond to this except i promise ill write something soon hehehe. thank you for your serivce pls send more as more horny thoughts come to u. i expect to hear from u every day like clockwork

[xcziel]

okay i was WAITING but my god, the viscerality of it!!!

Gao Bai hung transfixed in midair, writhing like a pinned beetle. His hands came up to scrabble helplessly – convulsively – at the red-smeared stone protruding from his chest. His lips worked, but it was not words that came out but blood, vomited with the last unspent air from shattered lungs, a brilliant crimson rush that bloomed and dripped down chin and cheek. He gave one convulsion, heaving against the stone as if to free himself, then relaxed, blankness drifted like clouds across the surface of his eyes. His hands fell away. His wide-splayed limbs twitched spasmodically – once, twice – then stilled.

Gao Bai was dead.

like this is an incredible description, but also: you didn't have to go THIS HARD!!

Intersection - Chapter 19

Fandom: DMBJ / The Lost Tomb Reboot

Relationships: Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling/Liu Sang, established Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling, Iron Triangle

Summary: An alternate universe where five-year-old Liu Sang never escaped the human traffickers but was instead trained to have his special talents used by the highest bidder. Fifteen years later, the Iron Triangle are forced into a troubling collaboration.

Read Chapter 19 on AO3

[cursed-domain]

Shiny Toys

Toji has a gun and you think it’s. Neat.

WC ~2.1k

Thanks @yuurrrrrrr for sparking the idea, I hope you like the result

Contains: NSFW!! GUN. Gun play and fear play. There’s a gun, and use of it is threatened within a consensual sexual context. Threat recipient know’s she’s ~probably~ safe but… fear is part of the excitement for her.

Also uhh dick sucking, dacryphilia and maybe a splash of degradation

I was gonna do something chill for my first fic on here but then. this happened instead. oops.

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“You gotta leave soon?” you ask.

Toji shakes his head. “I got time. Just for you, y’know.”

“Sure.” You laugh, because you know you’re not that special. You’re just - convenient, and maybe even a little bit interesting. And also, perhaps, insane for even being here right now. Most of the guys you’ve shared a hotel room with don’t have that kind of body count. But… fuck it. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here with him, and it won’t be the last.

Toji has his feet kicked up on a table. Seeing him so relaxed, you wouldn’t guess what he was going to do once he left. Just a job, he calls it. One that pays real well. It makes your heartbeat race, seeing him so nonchalant about the power he holds. You wish you could say it was from fear.

“Gonna be an easy one today,” he says, folding his hands behind his head. “So I got plenty of time. Just gonna take an hour and a couple toys to get it done.”

You raise your eyebrows, smirking, and he cuts you off before you can even open your mouth. “Not that kind of toy. Fuck. You can’t turn that side of your brain off for one second.”

“You make it hard.”

“Hmm.” He’s smiling. This is somewhat rare. And potentially dangerous. “You wanna see my favorite? I got it in my pocket right now.”

“Favorite toy?” You should probably just bite your tongue now. “Thought that was me.”

“You’re fuckin hilarious.” His hand moves, lightning fast, and in it materializes a handgun. Casually pointed in your general direction. Safety on, of course. You’re pretty sure. “That’s why you’re a close second.”

You get up and come to stand at his side. He spins the gun casually in his hand. It’s small, compact, shiny - “Kinda pretty,” you say.

“Yeah.” He laughs. “Pretty. Until -“ he’s quick again. It materializes right against the side of your head. “Boom.” With his free hand, he mimics a gunshot.

“…Mhmm.” Your voice is faint, suddenly, different enough from usual to make him suspicious.

“Why so quiet?” He grabs your wrist, yanking you down to lean over him. “Did I scare you?”

“Kinda.” Fuck. You can feel yourself getting red. Getting hot. “But. Um.” You glance at the weapon, still held tight in his hand.

“Oh?” His grip tightens on your wrist, and he pulls you closer. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Um. Maybe…”

His grip tightens on your wrist. Then he nudges your temple with the opening of the cold metal barrel, and your brain goes blank again. And with him staring you down like this, forcing you to stay right where he wants you - reflexively, your thighs clench tightly together.

Toji notices everything. He has to. And even if he didn’t, you aren’t exactly subtle. “Knew you had a long, long list of turn-ons,” he laughs, “but this is new.” Keeping the barrel pressed against your head, he yanks your arm forward, forcing you to bend down to his eye level. He kicks his feet up off the table. “You’re a little slut for danger, aren’t you?”

Your brain isn’t working. The only option is the truth. “Yes. Mhmm.“

He yanks you into position again, depositing you on his lap. “You’re very lucky you’re mine right now.” His breath is hot in your ear, his teeth bared. “Because I’m gonna have some fun with this.”

The gun doesn’t budge. You squirm in his lap as his fingernails dig into your skin.

“Stay still,” he admonishes. “You’re being so impatient already. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You could argue against this. His free hand is already riding very high on your thigh. And sitting like this, right between his legs, feeling him through his clothes - he knows it’s unreasonable to expect your patience. But cold metal is sliding across your cheek, now, so you manage to keep yourself quiet.

“You’re shaking. Scared? Or…” The barrel rubs up against your lips, and his hand slides between your legs.

“I like being scared,“ you whisper. “‘s really hot when you’re scary.”

He scoffs. “You haven’t seen me scary. Not yet. Do you really want to?”

You nod frantically. “Mhmm.”

“Hmm.” He nudges your mouth open with the edge of the barrel. “Think you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen as the cylinder slides past your lips and shoves into your mouth. You whimper in a faint protest as it comes close to scraping the back of your throat.

“You’ve got your lips curled back. Don’t you?” He presses his fingers and palm hard against your cunt, through your clothes, forcing a whimper out of your stuffed mouth. “Bet your tongue is dragging along the bottom, too. Don’t be embarrassed. I like that. Means you’re well trained.”

You seem to be frozen in place. But you feel your head nod, up and down.

“Now,” he says. “In a second, if you behave yourself, I’m going to take this out of your mouth. But I’m going to keep it very close to your head. You’re going to thank me for letting you go, and then you’re going to get on your knees right there on the floor. And you’re gonna suck my cock like your life depends on it, because as far as you know, it might.”

You stay frozen. You can’t say anything, and you’re suddenly very scared of answering wrong. He wouldn’t do it. It’s not a real threat. It can’t be. But the amount of power he holds over you is making you dizzy and so, so hot. You rub your damp thighs together and let yourself believe it.

“Just nod again, sweetheart. You don’t even need to make a sound.”

You force yourself to move, just enough to do as he says.

“Good. Now, it feels like your mouth is really clamped down on this thing. And I don’t wanna hurt your precious lips on the way out. So open up a little wider, alright? Very good.” As promised, his hand stays close, hovering right beside your head as the other tugs on the waist of your skirt. “Now, what do you say?”

“Th -” You’re so short of breath that you have to start over. “Thank you. Thank you - for sparing me. And - and for letting me serve you. I’ll do so good for you. I promise.”

“Gonna hold you to that, sweetheart.”

You scramble to the floor right before he rises from his seat, turning around as he pulls the waist of his pants below his hips. His toy never leaves his hand, though, and soon he’s aiming it down, right at your skull.

“Strip for me before you start,” he orders. “Give me something nice to look at, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Yes, sir.” It takes longer than it should. Your hands shake as you pull your shirt over your head and fumble over the clasp of your bra.

Once you’re naked before him, Toji grabs your jaw and tilts your head back. Then he leans over you, and trails the barrel of his gun up your stomach, stopping to hold it upright between your tits, grinning as your eyes widen. “What’re you thinking about?” He shakes his head. “Dirty little slut.” Before he stands up, he spits into your open mouth, and without hesitation, you swallow it. “‘Least you know how to behave yourself.”

He reaches out to grab your hair, twisting his fingers through it before yanking you forward. “You’re making me impatient, now,” he says.“You’re too scared to move? Let’s see if I can get you so scared that you have to.” He let’s go of your hair, and then your entire body tenses as a click echoes out above you. “Safety’s off, sweetheart. Only one way to get it back on.”

Nononono…. You don’t dare give yourself a chance to protest. You lurch forward, letting all the cock you can fit into your mouth, holding back a gag as it penetrates your throat. It’s not even close to all the way down, either. You doubt you could take him all the way - doubt anyone could. You’re too big, you whined, the first time you tried. I can’t - ‘s too much. You come up for a breath, determined to show him you’ve improved. Show him you’re worth keeping.

“Slow down, princess.” He pushes your hair back from your face and trails his index finger down your jawline. “You’re so eager. I’ve taught you better than that. Done this enough times to know you gotta build up, right?”

You pull back and nod frantically, not daring to look up. “I - I’m sorry -“ you stammer. I could die. I really could -

“Start again. Nice and slow. Control yourself.” He grins crookedly, and places his hand firmly on the back of your head. “You’ll know when it’s time to change that. Alright?”

You squeak out an “mhmm,” not even giving yourself time to nod your head before you lick a thick, slow stripe up the underside of Toji’s cock. You’re not sure if you can control yourself enough to do anything more precise. You’re shaking, blinking hard and fast as you coat his shaft with your tongue. You manage to move up to the tip, enveloping it in your mouth as your tongue flicks gently underneath.

You don’t let yourself think. If you think, you’ll panic. Just one little twitch of his finger… and you asked for all of this. You’re fucking enjoying it.

You feel your tears welling up, but you don’t dare stop to wipe your eyes dry. You force yourself to follow your practiced motions, working your lips and tongue up and down his cock, over and over until the tears running down your cheeks mix with the drool overrunning the boundaries of your mouth.

Your eyes glance up at him, and you can tell from his expression that you are perfect. A perfect, terrified, sobbing, cock-hungry mess. Your jaw is tired, but you don’t dare stop. It’s almost a relief when he takes over, grabbing the back of your head and fucking hard into your open mouth, grinning wider as the beginnings of a gag bubble up in your throat. And there’s still more -

He lowers the gun for moment. Right in front of your face. Turned to the side so you can see his finger hovering over the trigger. “You wanna keep me happy, don’t you, love? Wanna keep yourself happy?”

A strange, pathetic little moan vibrates out of your mouth. Yes, you think. Anything -

“Then don’t you dare fucking struggle.”

Cold metal digs into your skull, and Toji’s nails dig into the back of your head as he forces you to stay still against the rutting of his hips. You whimper around the base of his cock as you try to resist the urge to pull back against his hand. Again and again, he forces as much as you’ve ever taken into your poor, exhausted throat. And of course, you don’t shy away one bit. Don’t even tug against his hand when you gag. There’s nothing you can do but let him fuck your throat raw.

Don’t try to stop, you tell yourself. Don’t fucking stop, or - or -

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, you’re yanked back one last time. You look up, eyes still teary, as your tongue is coated with cum. You open your mouth wide so Toji can see it pooled before you swallow. There’s a click, and then something heavy clangs down on the table in front of you.

Toji’s hands, both empty, twist through your hair and then cup your face. He smiles down at you, holding you in place until your breaths slow and your heart rate steadies. “You wanna know something?

You nod, and he pulls you to your feet. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and leaning down to whisper his secret into your ear. “It was empty. Just hollow metal.”

“It…” you take a moment to understand. When you do, you bury your face in his shirt, suddenly blinking back tears all over again. “Toji… you fucking liar.”

“You wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun if I’d told you, princess. But I’m not quite that fucked up.” He grabs a fistful of your shirt and pulls you back, tipping your chin up with one finger. “Not around you, anyways.”

He’s grinning. Like a fucking psychopath. And it just makes you want to do it all again.

[michaelmilligan]

No pleasure without pain

Midamoul week day 3! This got a little, uh, okay, a lot not safe for work. :D @midamoulweek

Prompt: 'Cannibalism'

(Note: Read about Ghoul's pronouns here)

Adam moaned as Ghoul lapped at, then sucked down his dick, hands holding and fingernails pressing into the skin just above his hips. If he drew blood and gripped hard enough to bruise, well then that was mostly for Michael's sake. Adam was fronting right now, and he was the one who hooked a leg around Ghoul's back, but Michael was just beneath the surface, in the front row seat for the mostly unfiltered pleasures of the flesh.

Michael had argued that it was for Adam's protection: Ghoul liked to play rough sometimes and Michael wanted to make sure that he could heal Adam as soon as any injuries happened. But they both knew that there was more to it, that Michael liked the way Ghoul's fingernails bit into them, liked how his hands sometimes broke skin, and even flesh or bone.

“Hm,” Ghoul made after pulling back from Adam's dick, licking their lips. “I wonder what it tastes like. Ya know.” He grinned, showing off their teeth. “Really tastes like.”

“You're not munching on my dick,” Adam told him, far too hard to have this conversation right now, even though he could feel clear interest from Michael. They could talk about that some other time, Michael.

Grumbling, Michael relented. He was always more open with his wants when high on pleasure, which was usually great, but sometimes – like right fucking now – inconvenient.

When Ghoul mouthed along their stomach, just to bite into it, hard, the windows rattled with Michael's moans. Adam barely felt the pain of the bite against the backdrop of the writhing archangel inside of him, burning molasses in his blood, in each of his cells, right against his soul.

It really shouldn't feel this good for someone to take a bite out of him, but the feedback loop of Michael's pleasure mixing with his own, plus the adrenaline and euphoria of both the pain and Michael's grace healing them was insane.

Ghoul went to munch on their ribs, lapping up the blood as they went, and Adam was so fucking hard. “Come on,” he pressed out through gritted teeth.

“Impatient much?” Ghoul grinned, but backed off his ribs and grabbed the bottle of lube they had mindlessly thrown onto the bed earlier. Adam's toes curled as Ghoul stroked him tightly, and then finally he sank down onto Adam's cock, biting his lip while they sank deeper.

Adam was right there with him as his hips jerked upwards, into the tight heat.

He wondered, for a brief moment, if it felt the same when Ghoul fucked him, since their bodies were basically the same. They didn't do that often, Adam bottoming, since it wasn't his favourite. Michael liked it though, and since he hadn't gotten him to front yet while they were with Ghoul, Adam sometimes indulged them both.

Not that bottoming was bad, per se, and Adam wondered what it would feel like with Michael so close to the surface, keening and basically begging for more. They'd have to try that, sometime.

For now, though, Adam was content to fuck up into Ghoul, finally sliding in to the hilt. Ghoul settled in, moving almost like a cat, obviously pleased with themself. Almost on instinct, Adam grabbed Ghoul's thighs, squeezed them with a grin. Ghoul wiggled his eyebrows in return.

They fell into a rhythm, Adam fucking upwards as Ghoul sank back down onto him, and it didn't take long before they were both getting close.

“Come on, come on,” Ghoul started chanting, eyes hooded even as something sparked in them. He licked his lips. “Come on, big guy.”

Adam felt his eyes widen, but only for a second – then he let himself fall out of the driver's seat, making room for Michael, who was already surging forward. One, two thrusts Adam still did himself, and then he was just watching, soul pressing against grace as he felt Michael fucking up into Ghoul with a strength that was way beyond human.

Ghoul gasped, and at first they tried to match the pace, but soon gave up. Instead, Michael grabbed his hips and made him move in tandem with just as much force as his thrusts. Fuck, that was hot. Michael was absolutely destroying Ghoul, but in a good way for once.

“Please please please please,” Ghoul keened, his dick rock-hard and eyes unfocused. Adam had never heard them beg, and it made him harder, in any way that a soul not currently controlling a body can get hard. He was pretty sure he and Michael would have come at this point if not for Michael keeping a tight lid on it with his grace.

Ghoul's breathing was ragged, eyes now closed, and one of his hands went to Michael's arm. “I'm gonna-”

There was white hot pain-pleasure-ecstasy as Ghoul's hand crushed their wrist, and they came, Michael shouting with more than their vocal cords. Somewhere in the house, glass shattered while the bones in their wrist grew back together.

Ghoul was keening, rocking on top of them now that Michael had stopped moving. Looking desperate, they wrapped a hand around themself.

“Keep going, keep going,” he whispered, and Michael did, keeping their cock hard to continue hitting that sweet spot.

It didn't take long before Ghoul came with a shout all over his hand and Michael's stomach, and then Ghoul collapsed on top of them.

As soon as it was over, Michael shrank back from the driver's seat, so when Ghoul's head settled down on their shoulder, it was once again Adam in control.

He put a hand in Ghoul's hair. It was always really soft, even when it was soaked in sweat like right now.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

Ghoul raised their head to peer at him suspiciously. Then he sighed and buried their face in Adam's shoulder.

“Sorry,” Adam told him. “You know how he is.”

“Yeah. Big gay chicken,” Ghoul grumbled, but draped themself further over Adam. “Whatever. I like you better anyway.”

Adam smiled. “Did you know he would come out, though? When you called him big boy.”

He couldn't see Ghoul's face, but felt the grin against his skin. “Goading him usually works.”

Adam hummed in agreement. Inside him, Michael huffed in indignation, and grumbled something about doing only what he wanted, not what people goaded him into.

“Next time I'm gonna fuck him,” Ghoul said, determined, then raised their voice. “You hear that, chicken wings? I'm gonna fuck you so goddamn hard, you're gonna ascend to a different dimension.”

Adam, tell him I already exist in more dimensions than they could ever even imagine- Michael started ranting, even though Adam could clearly feel his interest in the idea.

Tell him yourself. I'm not a telephone.

Michael huffed again.

To Ghoul, Adam said: “You know he can hear you without you shouting, right?”

“Sure. But it's funnier this way.” Ghoul playfully bit into Adam's shoulder. Michael stilled, interest once again piqued.

“You know, Adam said, “maybe next time doesn't have to wait for another day...”

The grin that spread on Ghoul's face was lewd and full of teeth.

[chosonore]

part one | calmness

calmness [noun. the state or quality of being free from agitation or strong emotion]

pairing: kamo choso/f!reader

summary: falling in love with choso was a gradual and slow process, creeping up on you so inconspicuously that you don’t realize until the feelings hit full force. he’s become a constant in your life, your sun, your home. but does he return the feelings?

wordcount: 8k

content/warnings: roommates au, friends to lovers, fluff, slice of life, mentions of alcohol, language, some pining but not really, the amount of oblivious reader and choso will kill you, slow burn, characters are aged up if not already obvious, lowercase intended, [UNEDITED]

a/n:��[hello this is a re-post because my blog was banned for a few days! so if you’ve seen it before, i’ve had to delete it i am so sorry if you’ve saved it. but it’s here to stay now!] here it is, the long awaited roommate!choso series wehfuhuehw if you’ve lurked around on my blog before, you would’ve seen the little drabbles i’ve sent suki a while back. this idea has been floating around in my head for so long and there isn’t really a lot of plot to it, it’s really just a really long slice of life thing. wanted to explore falling in love with choso, i just... love him a lot ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how he would be in situations like this and i hope you enjoy!

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you were pretty sure that you’d scared all the costumers away with your constant sighing – even yuuji was looking at you concerned now although you’d told him that you were fine hours prior. the entire apartment hunting issue was now getting to you; a few months prior, your landlord had announced that he would be selling the apartment, leaving you with no other option than to find a new apartment. but rent was astronomically high and you were already struggling as is. even finding roommates was proven to be a difficult feat, you weren’t sure why but you kept attracting weird people and now two weeks before the moving out date, you still didn’t have a place to stay. worst case scenario, you’d have to rent a storage space and crash at your friend’s place.

“y/n, are you okay? you look… very stressed,” yuuji asked gingerly, after he’d closed the store and helped you clean up the cash register area. “uh if it helps, you can vent to me! we’re friends right? so what’s bothering you?”

you were hesitant. sure, despite not knowing him so well since he’s only been working at the store for a month or two now, you would consider the two of you friends. but you felt bad just dumping the entirety of your worries onto him. so you opted to tell him the… short truth.

“ah it’s just- i’ve been looking for a place to stay because, essentially, i’m getting kicked out of my place but it’s been pretty unsuccessful,” you sighed, scrubbing at the counter more vigorously now. “i need to move out in two weeks but i haven’t found a place yet and the people looking for roommates just seem to be people who would drive me insane.”

“oh really?” yuuji sounded hopeful- wait, why did he sound hopeful? “my older brother is looking for a new roommate! his former roommate recently moved in with his boyfriend so the room is vacant right now. if you want, i could arrange a date for you to look at the apartment and meet him? i promise my brother isn’t weird or anything, he’s pretty diligent with chores and is always up to hang out.”

your jaw dropped; yuuji was your lifesaver. he was incredibly friendly and polite, always helping others and looking out for everyone. you were overwhelmed with joy and relief, maybe you were naïve and too hast in trusting his words but his brother had to be similar to him, you couldn’t imagine them being polar opposites. it couldn’t be that bad and at this point, you were desperate. “i would love that! when are you guys free?”

“ah we could actually head over to his place after clocking out,” yuuji put the boxes and pens back into place before ushering you to the staff room and turning the lights off. “he’s been home quite early lately, so i can just let him now right now if you’re free?”

you nodded in agreement, almost too eagerly, as you threw your jacket on and grabbed your bag, waiting for yuuji outside of the store. it was already dark outside and you almost felt bad for taking up his time like this but he had offered after all. yuuji was furiously texting as he stepped out of the building, screen lighting up his face in a comical way. in the dim light of the street lamps, you clumsily fumbled with the keys before finally being able to lock the door.

“you’re in luck, he’s home right now!” yuuji announced, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his red sweater. “said it’s okay if we drop by real quick.”

you hummed in thought, matching yuuji’s pace as you walked across the street. “does he live far away from here?”

“nope, it’s basically around the corner.”

thankfully, the apartment was within walking distance so you had a slow stroll while talking about work, friends and uni. although you shared the same friend circle, it was almost impossible to have both of you in the same room – yuuji was often busy with club activities while you were constantly studying or working. it wasn’t until he started working at the store that you finally got to know each other, immediately getting along much to your friends’ relief. he had never talked about his older brother before so you were surprised that he had siblings at all. but he sounded genuine when he said that his brother was cool so you didn’t think much of it.

“okay so this is the place,” yuuji stopped in front of a building, pressing the doorbell. “please don’t be too intimidated when you meet choso, he looks unfriendly and unamused sometimes but that’s just his face.”

turning around, you took a closer look at your surroundings. it was an apartment building that looked rather cozy, surrounded by tall, expanding trees. to your relief, it wasn’t a sketchy neighbourhood - you’d always felt wary about walking home by yourself after a late shift. in the distance, you could see a playground and screaming, laughing children. it was harmonious and peaceful, easing your soul and initial doubts.

“oh okay,” you bit your lip in nervousness as the buzzer went off, following yuuji into the building. the closer you got to the apartment, the squirmier you got, anxious about meeting his older brother. the door was already left ajar so you could enter, the smell of food wafting out of the apartment to the hallway. you peeked inside before entering, immediately feeling more at ease upon seeing that the apartment was organized and clean. coats and jackets hung up on the coatrack, shoes lined up neatly along the wall. several photos were stuck to the wall - one of a younger chubby-cheeked yuuji, one of what looked like a garden party, another one of a happily smiling group of people. your heart was warming up; yuuji’s brother seemed like a rather attentive person who appreciated his surroundings and close friends and family.

“choso! did you make dinner for me?” yuuji called out as he kicked off his shoes and stormed inside before you could stop him, leaving you to your own devices as you awkwardly stood in the hallway of the apartment after closing the door. you took your shoes off slowly, stalling as much time as possible. should you just wait for yuuji to come back? or should you come in and greet them with the same energy that yuuji just exuded? but then his brother might think that you were weird and reject you straight away. you froze when a deeper voice rang out.

“didn’t you say you’d bring a friend? where are they?”

you hastily took off your shoes and tiptoed deeper into the apartment, hiding behind yuuji as you looked at the taller man in front of him. his brother looked at you curiously, placing the cooking utensils he was holding onto the counter. so yuuji and him did look like polar opposites. yuuji, for the lack of better terms, looked like a soft peach while the man in front of you had tied his dark, long hair in twin tails and was sporting a huge white shirt with sweatpants but perhaps the most striking thing about him was the face tattoo. you hadn’t expected that at all. he spiked your interest, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. you had to snap out of it, this was your potential future roommate and you did not need to have any further thoughts. not of that kind.

“hi,” you greeted quietly and held your hand out for him to shake. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

“choso.” he shook your hand, giving you an approving nod.

maybe you stared at his hand a little too obviously, admiring his long fingers, his nicely shaped fingernails and the veins on his hand. yuuji cleared his voice, slightly elbowing you in the side. you gasped in embarrassment, jerking your hand from his and hiding it behind your back. choso didn’t seem like he had caught onto your staring. and if he did, he had enough mercy to not bring it up.

“let me show you your room first,” choso explained unfazed, patiently waiting until you followed him. he walked across the living room, pointing to the side. while yes, he was attractive and seemed to be an enjoyable person to be around with, you couldn’t shake the wariness in your bones. choso switched on the lights, letting you step into the room first. it was empty for the most part, aside from a few boxes that were neatly stacked and placed in the corner. the room had a comfortable size, big enough to fit everything that you owned but not too big so that you’d feel uncomfortable with the empty spaces.

“sorry about the boxes,” choso apologized, turning to you. “i’ve been storing some of the stuff from our studio here, since i sometimes work from home and it was more convenient to have it here instead of my room.”

“i see…” you nodded, trying your best not to peek at the contents of the box. “if you don’t mind me asking, what do you work as?”

“some of my friends and me, we’ve opened a tattoo and piercing studio earlier this year. i only do tattoos though, some of the others do piercings additionally,” he explained to you, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. your mouth fell open, making you look like a fish. you couldn’t hide your excitement, eyes gleaming like you’d just discovered the biggest treasure you’ve ever seen.

“really? that’s so cool! yuuji never told me you were a tattooist, i would love to see your works someday,” you grinned from ear to ear while choso looked away from you, not being able to handle the praise. although he appreciated the sentiment, he didn’t know how to respond to compliments - the feeling was foreign to him.

"yeah, sure," choso replied with a strained voice. in the dim light, no one would be able to make out how the tips of his ears reddened and choso was thankful for that. he cleared his voice, slowly trudging outside of the room to show you the rest of his apartment.

when yuuji had mentioned that he’d found a potential roommate for choso, he didn’t tell anything else. choso didn’t expect it to be yuuji’s co-worker, much less someone whose energy was so bright and happy unlike his gloomy self. he briefly wondered whether you were okay with living here - even if you were desperate to find an apartment, surely you'd at least want someone who was… more open and less intimidating than him.

you trailed behind his broad frame, carefully taking in the entirety of the apartment. it seemed like there was nothing to worry about. even though you've only known him for a few minutes, you felt at ease with him and that gave you a better feeling about moving in with him. yuuji was innocently sitting on the couch, spooning the soup choso had prepared earlier while watching tv. his eyes followed the pair, relieved that there was less awkwardness than he anticipated but slightly suspicious because… there was something.

as choso showed you the rest of the apartment - kitchen, living room and bathroom - he comprehensively explained expenses and house rules to you. there weren't many rules to begin with; choso simply disliked clutter and expected everything to be put back to its original place after use, being noisy was a no-go as well. everything in between was negotiable. by the end of the apartment tour, you joined yuuji in the living room. he shot you a questioning look, raising his eyebrow in curiosity. you were certain that you'd take the offer. there was no way this opportunity would go to waste.

"thank you for showing me around, choso," you smiled at him gratefully. "if you're okay with me moving in, i'd love to become your roommate. i think we'll get along well."

the last box was haphazardly tossed in the corner of your room, earning you a disapproving glare from choso. exhausted, you flopped on the bed and spread across it like a starfish. choso placed the remaining boxes on the floor. moving day was, despite choso coming to your rescue, utterly chaotic and tiring. your muscles were aching from overexertion and there was no remaining energy or nerve for you to attend to unpacking. you felt like a jellylike mass.

"i'll cook something for us. do you have any preferences or dislikes?"

you lifted your head slightly to peek at choso who was standing in the doorway, on his way out. “you’ll cook for me? what are you, an angel?”

choso didn’t reply, simply stared at you. he was used to such antics - it reminded him of his childhood when he was still living with yuuji and taking care of him. lethargically, you shook your head and planted your face back in the pillow. "no, i'm okay with anything. will inhale anything as long as it's edible," though your voice was muffled, choso understood you nonetheless. he made a confused, albeit affirmative noise before disappearing. a long exhale left your lips. truthfully, you were lucky to have an amazing roommate like choso. even though you didn't know each other well and he wasn't very talkative, he was very much willing to help. with time, you were sure he would warm up to you and become great friends. your eyes were slowly drooping, the exhaustion settling in your bones. within minutes, you dozed off into a deep, comfortable slumber. you didn't wake until a knock roused you out of your sleep, startling you in the process.

"huh? yeah?" you scrambled hastily, trying to fix the bird's nest that was your hair. choso did not need to see you in this state - delirious from being woken up from your deep slumber, feeling as if you'd woken up in a new century and with imprints of your pillows and blanket on your skin. before you could make yourself presentable, choso had already opened the door and stared at you unabashedly.

you blinked dumbfounded, staring back at him.

“food’s ready. you coming?” choso gave you a questioning look, waiting for a reaction. so apparently, he did not care what you looked like after waking up. he didn’t even bat an eyelid at your messy state, unfazed by it.

“uh yeah, give me a minute,” you replied after a few moments passed, sitting up tiredly. choso nodded before closing the door behind him as he returned to the kitchen. grabbing yourself a fluffy blanket, you wrapped it around yourself and waddled outside. whatever he had prepared, it smelled divine. you hummed in content as you took a seat at the dining table. the table was already set, dishes still steaming and looking so inviting that you had to stop yourself from drooling. choso padded to the table, placing some drinks on the table before taking a seat as well. as he described the dishes he'd cooked for the two of you, you inconspicuously looked him up and down. this time, without yuuji catching wind of it.

you knew choso was tall and very broad but you only realized the full extent of it seeing how the chair seemed tiny in comparison to his frame. his hair was down for a change, falling just above his shoulders. as usual, he was wearing comfortable clothes; a big shirt, big enough that you could admire his arm muscles and hands every time the sleeves moved. not only was he attractive, he was incredibly attentive and helpful as well, not expecting anything in return.

"thank you for cooking, i really appreciate it. looks really good," you complimented choso, taking a bite from the dish. you hummed delighted, wiggling in your seat happily. "oh my god, this is so delicious! where did you learn cooking like this?"

"i used to cook for yuuji and myself a lot."

"i wanna return the favour too but now i kind of feel inadequate," you joked lightly, smiling at him sheepishly. while you weren't the worst cook, you weren't outstandingly great either. choso however, was probably the best cook you knew.

"i don't mind. as long as you do your best, it's the thought that counts."

you nodded in agreement, taking a sip from your drink. silence fell over you; a comfortable silence however, both of you just enjoying the food. you supposed it wasn't too bad if you took your time getting to know each other - after all, choso seemed like someone who would quickly recoil if cornered. it wasn't too much of a concern.

after finishing the meal, you helped him clean up and wash the dishes. nudging him gently, you asked: "do you want to watch some movies after? yuuji recommended me a few that i have yet to check out."

choso took the plates, drying them with the towel before placing them back to their designated spots. "sure, you're responsible for the movie selection then."

spending time with choso was easy, almost too easy. you were glad that the two of you were off to a good start, he didn't seem to mind your company and you enjoyed his. cheerfully, you put the movie on, snuggling the blanket that was wrapped around you. the way you were laying on the couch was reminding choso of a little burrito. unbeknownst to him, the corner of his lips lifted a little at the sight. he waited until you noticed him and shuffled a little so he could sit on the couch as well. the movie you had chosen was a lighthearted comedy, one that yuuji had highly praised and recommended you watch first.

midway through the movies, the exhaustion was creeping up on you, making you feel heavy and sleepy until you slumped against choso's side. he glanced to the side, observing you to see whether you would wake up. soft and steady breaths left your lips, already asleep within seconds. choso pondered whether to wake you now, worrying that you would miss out on the movie that you were so eager to watch. you looked so peaceful that he felt bad, deciding to wake you once the movie was over. but even choso couldn't shake the tiredness, gradually slumping against you until sleep overtook him as well.

as the sun was rising, light was flooding the apartment, filling it with warmth. you scrunched your eyebrows at the brightness, attempting to move so it wouldn't blind you. the first thing you noticed was your strained neck - probably because of the weird position you had slept in - and the second thing was that something heavy was laying on your lap. blinking in confusion, you peeked, groaning inwardly at the blinding light. black hair was splayed across your lap, connecting to… choso? oh no. oh no. you must've fallen asleep while watching the movie and judging how choso was comfortably using your lap as a pillow, he did as well. embarrassment spread throughout your body; this wasn't supposed to happen, much less with someone you didn't know so well.

now that you were unintentionally watching him, you felt creepy. the situation was too perplexing to you - should you wake him now? or just wait… until he woke up? but what if you had to pee. what if choso wasn’t going to wake up until a few hours later? what if he woke up and saw you staring at him like a creep? though you did think he looked vulnerable and peaceful in this state, unusual from his intimidating, unwavering self. it made your heart tingle with an unknown feeling, softly bubbling with curiosity.

beneath you, choso was moving slightly, shuffling around until he felt comfortable. you stayed still, tensely watching his next movements. he remained still for a while, making you exhale in relief. until he didn’t. choso blinked a few times, trying to make sense of his surroundings until his gaze fell onto yours. and you stared back, frozen in fear. even if he was the one laying on your lap, you felt anxious.

“uh i… we must’ve fallen asleep last night, ha ha…”

“you fell asleep early on and i was going to wake you after the movie ended but fell asleep myself, i’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,” choso apologized sincerely and sat up right away, rubbing his eyes sleepily. even though he looked rather deadpan, there was a trace of embarrassment on his face.

“oh no, it’s okay! we both fell asleep after all… ah, since we’re roommates, we’re sort of friends now, right? so don’t mind it too much, it happens!” you gave choso a reassuring smile, showing him that there was no bad blood between you.

choso nodded slowly. “i guess so. i’m glad you don’t mind. "

an awkward pause.

"do you have classes anytime soon? i can make breakfast for us.”

and just like that, the tension between you was alleviated. not completely gone, but barely noticeable. choso stretched like a cat, yawning quietly before he got up. you couldn't help but glance at his toned stomach, eyes almost bulging at the sight. turning to the side, you hid your face and cleared your voice. "i don't have classes today but i have to go to work later. so i won't say no to breakfast if you're making it."

"how's living with choso?" yuuji questioned you curiously, leaning against the counter. lowering the pen and writing board you were holding, you hummed in thought. in the past few weeks, the two of you had settled into a comfortable routine. there were minor hiccups here and there but the issues were easily resolved - somehow, you silently understood each other, an important foundation for a good friendship.

"pretty relaxing, to be honest. he's a good roommate and friend," you replied, clicking with the pen which earned you an annoying glance from yuuji. "you should've told me he was a great cook! i don't think i've ever tasted any dishes that were as good as his."

"he cooks for you?" the surprised tone in yuuji's voice startled you. was that out of the ordinary? you just thought he was being a good friend when he prepared dinner for you whenever you had a late shift.

"uh yeah? mostly when i come home late or when we have movie nights together. i always tell him that i can definitely help but he insists that he's fine doing it himself."

"i see. choso just doesn't like people messing with his cooking routine, that's all. i'm not even allowed near the kitchen, even though i'm not that bad of a cook either," yuuji laughed, scratching his head sheepishly. he wasn't going to tell you why he was perplexed by the fact that choso willingly cooked for you. it was too early to make any assumptions; he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something at play. no one knew his brother better than him - choso would never do any favours for persons he didn't care about, persons that weren't family or extremely close friends. while they had talked about choso's thoughts about you, he never mentioned anything more than getting along well and often spending time together. for choso's standards, you were a quite close friend.

"oh, and here i was, thinking that he must really hate my cooking skills. so it's just that," you concluded, grinning happily. he was weirdly persistent about it but knowing this detail about him, you'd stop pestering him in the future. "hey do you wanna come over tomorrow? it's movie night again, i'm sure you'd enjoy it too."

"hmm, sounds tempting. if you can convince choso to cook, i'm in."

"pff, who would say no to this face," you retorted mischievously, showing yuuji the best puppy face you could muster up. he groaned, pushing you gently.

"show off," he told you jokingly and rolled his eyes. "i don't know how choso tolerates you."

"you're just jealous, huh? didn't think you had that emotion in you. choso and me are the bestest of friends, of course we get along well," you stuck your tongue out at yuuji before leaving him to his own devices as you bolted to the cash register to help a customer. as you animatedly conversed with them, yuuji shook his head. it was obvious that there was some attraction but that was something he'd let you figure out. cupid wasn't a well-fitting job for him. friends, my ass.

"huh, did you say something, yuuji?"

"no, not at all."

soft, melodious music was playing in the background as you silently sat at the counter, watching choso prepare some meals before yuuji was visiting. this time, you heeded his advice, not pestering his brother about needing help and instead just opting to watch him and make light conversation. choso seemed to have noticed as well, mood ever so slightly lifted when he saw you simply taking a seat and asking about his day. he liked this routine, being able to go about his day without someone unwantedly poking their nose into his business until he felt comfortable enough to talk about it. as you absentmindedly doodled on a napkin, choso casually told you about his day at work. about squirmy customers who were getting their first tattoo done, about those that had interesting ideas that he was still trying to find ways to implement, about how noisy his co-workers were and that they wanted to have a night out soon.

“do you wanna join us? you said you wanted to meet my friends,” choso asked, briefly glancing up at you as he was dicing the vegetables. it was true, you did inquire about his friends at some point, more so jokingly and out of curiosity - although he complained about them every now and then, you could tell that he deeply cared about them. choso was the kind of person who acted like a mother hen around friends and sometimes nagged a lot more than you anticipated. but then somehow, miraculously, every minuscule task that would stress you was completed and topped with a freshly made, warm dish by the end of the day. he wasn't good with words but his actions made up for it.

you didn’t expect him to offer you to tag along. he was comfortable enough to introduce you to his friends, even seemed to trust you with them. it felt… strangely heartwarming. "i would love to join you but i have quite a lot of assignments piling up; i'll have to do some night shifts to finish them," you replied and sighed ruefully, putting the pen away. "i'll tag along once i've finished everything, okay?"

choso frowned slightly. "but don't overwork yourself. you'll end up frustrated and burnt out," he told you earnestly, reaching out to pat your head. you gaped at him, the fond gesture making you feel flustered. it was nice knowing that he was looking out for you. choso stared back at you, seemingly startled by his own gesture as well. his hand had moved faster than he could react - he didn't know what to make of it.

the ring of the doorbell interrupted every trail of thought and you jumped up quickly. "i'll get it!" you sprinted towards the entrance, letting yuuji in. perhaps you greeted him too overzealously, yuuji looked at you like he knew something was up. nonetheless, he didn't mention anything, instead presenting you the bottle of wine and some dvds that he brought. choso gave his younger brother an acknowledging grunt, too absorbed in his tasks. taking in his surroundings as he got comfortable on the couch, he noticed some subtle changes in the apartment - the numerous pillows and fleece blankets littered across the couch, the set of matching mugs as well as choso's sketchbooks and, presumably, your textbooks on the coffee table. it was obvious that the two of you spent a lot of time together.

even throughout dinner, yuuji realized that choso had taken a liking to you, more than he probably realized and let on. he almost felt like a third wheel watching how you animatedly talked about trivial things and even more so when it was movie time. like a little burrito, you were wrapped in a blanket, leaning against choso. though it surprised yuuji to see his older brother opening up to you so rapidly, he was happy about it. although chaotic and clumsy, you were a good person and a positive influence. having witnessing how choso had closed up and how hurt he had been after the break up of his previous relationship, yuuji was glad that he wasn't cautious around you and welcomed your presence. even though… both of you were painfully oblivious.

"should we wake her?" yuuji asked as he saw you snuggling into choso's side, peacefully sleeping while the movie was still on.

"no, it's okay. she often falls asleep midway through movies, i just let her sleep. probably exhausted from uni."

yuuji looked at him as if he grew three heads. "so you just let her sleep? and you… sleep on the couch too?"

"hm? yeah, kind of. i feel bad about waking her and we're friends so it's not that big of a deal," choso replied innocently, shifting slightly so he was comfortable while keeping his arm around you. ever so slightly, he leaned onto you.

yuuji buried his face in his hands, silently screaming. don't comment on it, don't say anything, it's none of your business. you might have pink hair but you're no cupid.

utterly exhausted, you made your way into the apartment. you flopped onto the couch, grunting in irritation when you heard choso calling your name. staying put, you just laid there and listened to his footsteps nearing. "you okay? did anything happen?" he questioned, leaning over the couch to look at you. you weren't even sure what to answer, whatever you were feeling at the moment was an accumulation of stress across multiple weeks. you were frustrated with your projects, feeling like you weren't making any progress and not having time for yourself whatsoever. all you needed was a break, a pick me up.

"do you wanna talk about it?" choso repeated again but you shook your head, lifting your head slightly to look at him. he almost felt bad for thinking that you looked adorable, the way you huffed in frustration with a little pout on your lips. you shook your head, hugging one of the pillows.

"not now, later maybe?"

"okay. i'll make you a cup of tea." he disappeared from your field of vision. you listened to the sound of the kettle, closing your eyes as you focused on it. slowly, your erratic thoughts came to a halt. your breath and heartbeat steadied and you gradually felt more calm. clack. choso placed the cup of tea on the coffee table, taking a seat next to you. he was hesitant to touch you just yet, waiting for another reaction from you. sniffling quietly, you sat up and thanked him quietly.

"choso?"

"hm?"

"can i have a hug?" you inquired meekly. he didn't reply, simply pulling you into his arms. without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. he smelled nice, like freshly washed laundry and the shampoo he was using. it reminded you of home, making you feel more at ease. gently, choso rubbed your back; wherever his fingers moved, it left a trail of goosebumps on your skin. not that he noticed anyways, fortunately. for a few minutes, only the sound of breathing resounded. it was calming and warm - choso was warm, so warm - you almost fell asleep. humming quietly, you moved closer to him.

"today was just really… bad. everything went wrong," you confided in him. "it made me feel like shit, like i couldn't do anything right. i guess i just feel really stressed so i can't concentrate on anything."

choso leaned forward, reaching out to grab the cup of tea. you squeaked in surprise, holding onto him so you wouldn't drop backwards. his left arm snaked around your waist, keeping you in place as he leaned back again. you moved back a little, as far as choso's arm allowed you to, and took the cup from him, taking small sips. "i think you're doing okay," he told you, drawing patterns on your back. "it's only natural to feel this way when everything's been piling up. what you need is a good rest and have a reset, you'll feel more refreshed and inspired to work on your projects. and don't hesitate to ask for help, no matter whether it's a professor or classmate."

"i also told you not to overwork yourself, didn't i? and don't think i can't tell that you've been pulling all nighters," he scolded you, pinching your cheek playfully. it made you giggle, tilting your head to get away from his hand.

"yeah i know, i know. just couldn't help it, it's a bad habit. i'll try to get better at it," you promised him, giving him a reassuring smile. "thank you for listening to me."

"it's the least i can do."

a comfortable silence fell over you. choso continued to rub your back in an attempt to soothe your nerves while you sipped your tea. you were grateful for him, he was an amazing friend - you didn’t even know how to show gratitude to him. awkwardly turning to put the mug back on the table, you then leaned against him. “choso?” you hummed against his chest, snaking your arms around his waist. “you know you can talk to me about problems too, right?”

“what do you think we’ve been doing these past few weeks?” he retorted and chuckled in amusement. “you should try to go to bed now. get some rest, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

you pouted, not wanting to move. fortunately, he couldn’t see the face you were making - you weren’t ready to let him go just yet, wanting to memorize the expanse of his chest, his warmth, the way his arms felt around you. it made you feel safe, like a temporary relief to your anxiety. “can we… can we watch a movie maybe? i’m not sleepy yet.”

of course, choso saw right through you. “you always say that and then you fall asleep midway. you just don’t want to move, huh?”

“okay, you caught me,” you giggled hysterically as he stood up slowly and pretended to let you fall, catching you before you fell. clinging onto his shoulders, you wrapped your legs around his waist. you refused to let go. unbothered, he held you by your thighs as he waddled across the living room towards the console to choose a dvd to watch. while clinging onto choso, you could hear his heart beating rapidly - you chalked it up to how strenuous it must be to carry you around. choso, on other hand, couldn’t put a finger on the warm, tingly feeling inside of him. did he like having you around like this? stupid, of course he did, you were good friends after all. spending time with you was relaxing for him as well. back on the couch, he let you use his lap as a pillow, absentmindedly combing his fingers through your hair. the two of you remained in this position until both inevitably fell asleep, movie still playing in the background.

“y/n. earth to y/n. dude, can you hear me?” nobara was frantically waving papers in front of your face, rolling her eyes as you snapped out of your trance and took them from her. to your delight, the two of you shared quite a few classes this semester which meant that you could usually share the workload as well. you copied some of her notes, hastily scribbling them in your notebook.

"sorry, i was lost in thought. what did you say?"

"i asked you whether you wanna go out later? the whole crew is coming, it's been a while anyways," your friend repeated, placing her little cosmetics bag on the table to check her makeup and apply another layer of lip gloss.

"ah sorry, i already have plans for today, maybe ano-"

"with whom?" she asked pointedly, narrowing her eyes at you. in recent times, you've been rejecting her offers to hang out a lot; whether it be because of studying or hanging out with… "wait, are you having a date with that roommate of yours again?"

"it's not a date!" you briefly paused, giving her a dirty look. nobara was weirdly persistent about this dating thing, claiming that you would never get anywhere if you didn't make a move. "his name is choso, yuuji's older brother. i told you a million times already. he's been a really good friend and taking care of me when i feel stressed, so i thought it would be time for me to do the same for him."

"a really good friend?" a doubtful look was shot your way.

"yeah, i mean yuuji cooks for us all the time, how is it any different? anyways, i'll join you guys another day, okay?"

nobara stayed still for a moment. you truly didn't realize how much you's been mentioning choso. choso this, choso that, choso here, choso there. even yuuji had confided in her that he thought you might have developed a crush on his older brother though he wasn't certain. nobara, however, was sure. but operation make y/n realize things proved to be more difficult, considering you hadn't had a crush before as you were never interested in relationships.

"fine. but in return, you have to tell me about choso. what do you think of him?" nobara stuffed her belongings into the impossibly full handbag. propping her chin on her hands, she leaned closer to you with a shit-eating grin. you sighed, putting the papers away. it was no use trying to focus on your assignments when she was in an investigative mood. she wouldn't let go of the issue until you gave her a satisfactory answer. and for some reason, it irked you that she was inquiring about choso. why was she so curious about him? couldn't she have asked yuuji instead? it was his brother after all. maybe nobara was… interested in choso? you narrowed your eyes at her.

"i think he's great. might be intimidating at first and not very talkative but when he opens up to you, he's actually a softie. very respectful and polite towards people, always thinks of others first. and not to mention, he's really talented too! he often acts like he's annoyed by people or minds his own business but he really does care a lot. you feel comforted by his presence when you're close with him," you rambled, trying to list all the positive points about him that you could think of. nobara nodded slightly as she was listening to you, making it difficult to gauge her stance on him. was she going to confess now? maybe you should confront her about it. yeah, she would never admit it otherwise. "nobara, are you interested in choso? if you wanted me to introduce you to him, you could've just asked."

nobara stared at you with an open mouth. checkmate.

"you know i wouldn't have judged you at all! after all, choso is handsome too. so really, you don't have to sneak around about this," you concluded triumphantly, patting her arm in reassurance. it filled you with pride to be able to catch nobara off guard for once - usually, she was very composed and ready to give you a sassy answer.

"y/n, sweetie. you're so very wrong." nobara sighed, dejectedly pushing your hand away. you were incredibly dense when it came to feelings and relationships. maybe it would be more amusing to just watch everything pan out. “i don’t really care about choso, that’s your man after all.”

“yeah, yeah, i- wait what?”

thankfully, you arrived home earlier than choso did - for once. and for once, this friday was going to be a relaxing one, seeing as you’d finally finished your projects and assignments and could finally engage in a much needed self care day. placing the groceries bags on the counter, you went through the ingredients again just to make sure you didn’t forget anything. yuuji had given you a recipe for his famous meatballs recipe, claiming that it was one of choso’s favourite dishes. in recent times, choso seemed to be exhausted and sometimes even easily irritable after work - considering how much he did for you, it was only fair for you to treat him as well. surprising him seemed to be the best course of action.

making quick work of the ingredients, you took your time to clean the apartment while the soup was still cooking. yuuji was kind enough to lend you a few dvds, not even asking you whether you were going to watch them with choso anymore. while you felt bad about turning your friends down yet again, you promised yourself to make it up to them in the future by inviting them over for a sleepover or movie night. though knowing them, they would not let you stay in the comfort of your home but drag you to a party or club again. especially nobara would always insist on dragging you along, while megumi and yuuji didn’t really care about where they would be going for the night. her excuse was to find you a partner, claiming that it was about time you realized how cute you were, which you vehemently denied. even maki had told her to pipe it down at some point. all the more, it made you suspicious that nobara had not brought the topic up anymore. you couldn’t imagine her giving up so quickly, considering how persistent she had been for almost a year now.

the jingle of the keys and the soft click of the door made you stop whatever you were doing, peeking around the corner to see choso coming in. giggling quietly, you watched as he stopped in his tracks and sniffed the air, seemingly confused about the scent of the soup. he turned around upon hearing you, a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his lips. “up to no good?” he questioned you teasingly, placing his bag and jacket in the wardrobe. huffing, you stuck your tongue out at him and shook your head. you padded over to him, softly tugging at the sleeve of his shirt to make him follow you to the kitchen.

“since you always cook for me, i thought it would be time for me to do the same for you. yuuji showed me your favourite dish but i’m not sure if it turned out as well as he always makes it,” you sheepishly explained, showing him the pot of soup and the bowls and cutlery that you’d already laid out. choso hugged your side, squeezing your waist gently before patting your head and muttering a quiet thank you. your chest filled with pride, finally being helpful to him for once. if you weren’t careful, it would burst - he fuelled your ego even more as he complimented you, telling you how well the soup turned out and that he really appreciated it. you knew he wasn’t lying, for one because he was a sincere person and always offered heartfelt compliments, and because of how eagerly he was eating, practically inhaling the soup in one go. he even looked like he was in a food coma by the time you finished dinner, making you ban him from the kitchen to take a rest on the couch.

after washing the dishes, you came back to the living room to see him lie across the couch, eyes closed and calmly breathing. he looked like he was taking a nap, until he opened his eyes to peek at you as you approached. giddily, you joined him on the couch, showing him the hair products that you’d already placed on the coffee table. “can i give you a massage and do… uh hair stuff? i really like it when people brush my hair and stuff and i thought you might enjoy it too,” you explain to him. choso contemplated for a few seconds before shrugging nonchalantly. yes! you signaled him to sit on the floor in front of you as you pressed play. with the sound of the movie in the background, you focused on choso’s hair and took off the hair ties first. he got comfortable, turning towards the tv and learning his head against the edge of the couch. gently running your fingers through his hair, you made sure to detangle rough knots before massaging his scalp gently. you could tell that choso was beginning to relax by the way his shoulders were slowly sagging. in silence, you worked through the entirety of his scalp before moving on to brush his hair.

if you didn’t already know that choso was a naturally withdrawn person, you would’ve been concerned by how quiet he was and how he didn’t show any reactions to the movie. you were glad that he seemed to like the entire hair spa ordeal; he didn’t even seem to mind that you were using your hair products on him, the soft floral scent now emanating from his hair as you massaged it through the tips and then brushed it in slow strokes. by the time you were done, he looked utterly relaxed, struggling to keep his eyes open as he climbed back on the couch and sat next to you. without having to ask, he wrapped his arms around you. yawning quietly, you moved closer to him, turning your attention to the tv. habitually, his hands moved against your back, drawing shapes and patterns. slowly, choso could feel the heat in his body rising and chalked it up to the close proximity. it did make him feel a little uneasy however; he shifted you around on his lap until he felt comfortable. abruptly halting his movements, he froze as you turned to him, ass grazing his groin. an electric shock ran through him. subconsciously, he jolted at the friction. the tips of his ears turned red in embarrassment but he reassured you he was fine when you looked at him concerned. what the hell was that? was his body now not listening to him after being so relaxed?

“choso, can i ask you something?” you leaned back slightly to look at him.

“you already did. but yeah, go ahead.” choso grinned at the little huff you let out, grasping your hand in time as you tried to hit his chest and intertwined your fingers so you couldn’t move.

“uh this might sound weird but i think a friend of mine is interested in you. nobara, do you know her?” you squeezed his hand, moving it around with yours. “she asked me about you the other day.”

“huh, really? isn’t that one of yuuji’s friends too?”

you nodded in agreement. “yeah, we’re all friends. i only told her good things about you, of course.”

choso hesitated. he wasn’t sure what to tell you, not wanting to say something about your friend that could upset you. but the truth was, he wasn’t really interested in anyone right now. the recent breakup had done a number on him and he felt like he hadn’t properly moved on just yet. not when the thoughts were still obsessively circling in his head. but when choso was with you, they miraculously seemed to disappear, making him feel more at ease. “i’m not really looking for anything right now, sorry. i don’t really want to disappoint her, i’m just not really up for a relationship right now,” he told you truthfully, giving you an apologetic smile.

you stopped in your movements, nodding slightly in understanding. and still, it made your heart seize up for an unknown reason.

ps.: the story of how it takes reader and choso ages until they realize their feelings or alternatively: nobara and yuuji unwillingly turn into cupids

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 36: Entwine

"But Harry, we just think you'd be so much happier if you-"

"Found someone to settle down with," Harry finished for Hermione. At this point he'd heard the lecture so many times he could recite it in his sleep.

She sighed, "We just worry-"

"That I'm lonely and miserable," Harry said. "I know."

"We love you, mate," Ron said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"I know," Harry said, and it was true he did know, otherwise he would have probably stopped being friends with them by this point. "I love you guys, too. But you have to stop setting me up on dates."

Hermione stared calculatingly at him, "Two weeks," she said. "I'll give you two weeks reprieve and if you've started dating someone by then we'll leave it."

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He was still stewing on this conundrum when he stopped in to pick up a cup of coffee and (hopefully) a pastry the following morning.

"Morning, Potter," Malfoy called over his shoulder without even looking up to see him.

"That's going to bite you in the arse someday," Harry said as he stepped up and rested his elbows on the counter.

"I've told you," Malfoy said, turning around and handing him a cup of coffee that Harry knew would be made perfectly and a pastry bag that had Harry's mouth already watering, "You have a very distinct magical aura. I know it's you."

Harry rolled his eyes, but he was secretly charmed. "When you say things like that I completely understand how you and Luna get on so well."

Malfoy rolled his eyes but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

It suddenly occurred to Harry that he got on pretty well with Malfoy, too. "Hey," Harry said, opening his mouth to speak in true Griffyndor fashion without hesitating to think. "You're single aren't you?"

(Read more below the cut)

Malfoy groaned, "Not you, too. My friends are always harping on me about dating. I'm perfectly fine-"

"Right, yeah. Of course you are," Harry hastened to add, "I am, too, obviously and that's the point."

"Potter drink your coffee, you're making even less sense than usual," Malfoy said.

"No, listen. Pretend to date me. Please, Malfoy, I'm literally begging. I will do anything to get my friends to stop setting me up on horrible dates."

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment, "That's an interesting idea, Potter."

"It's a fantastic idea," Harry assured him. "I promise to be the best fake boyfriend you've ever had."

"What would it involve?" Malfoy asked, slowly.

Harry thought for a minute, "We could go on 'dates' and just, you know, hang out; we can have dinner together, go to quidditch games, whatever you want. And then when we're out with friends we'll just sit together, maybe hold hands or something? I haven't thought it through yet but what do you say?"

Malfoy tilted his head to the side, "I'd say you're in luck, Potter, because I had a really bad date last night with a bloke that Pansy tried to set me up with. So, let's do it. Merlin knows I could use a break."

"Done," Harry said, grinning widely at the other man, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

The corner of Malfoy's, Draco's, lips tilted up, "Sure. Where did you have in mind?"

"Do you like Italian?"

Draco nodded.

"Perfect. I get off at 4:00 today, do you want to meet here?"

"Sure," Draco replied with a little grin.

Harry smiled back, "Thanks for the coffee and the pastry. And I'm looking forward to see you tonight, sweetheart."

Draco laughed, "Disgusting. Get out of here you prat."

Harry placed a hand over his heart as he backed toward the door, "You have the sweetest way with words."

The other man shook his head but he was smiling as widely as Harry.

This was clearly the best idea that Harry had ever had.

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This was the worst idea Harry had ever had. Not because he and Draco didn't get on, but because they did.

Within two weeks Harry was spending more of his free time in Draco's company than out of it. They'd gone out to eat together eleven times (in thirteen days!), they'd taken Teddy to the park together, and Harry stopped by the coffee shop twice a day now and arrived half an hour early so he could spend time talking to Draco before he had to leave for work.

Yes, he was getting up early just so he could have more time to spend with Draco.

He was in so much trouble.

And it was only going to get worse since they were attending pub night tonight with all of their friends and they'd agreed that holding hands, casual touching, pet names, and the like were all acceptable for the evening.

Harry was standing outside the pub, waiting for Draco and trying to get himself under control, when the other man appeared.

"Ready?" Draco asked, giving him a small but genuine smile that had Harry's stomach doing back flips.

"Yeah," Harry said, nodding once to himself.

Draco held out his hand, wiggling his fingers for Harry to take.

He reached over and slid his fingers through Draco's, their hands fit perfectly together, and Harry thought he might be having a heart attack. Holding someone's hand shouldn't feel this good.

He was absolutely, entirely fucked.

"Alright?" Draco asked.

"Yeah," he answered but his voice came out all funny and breathless, and honestly, if he could have punched himself in the face he would have. He cleared his throat, "Yeah, fine," he said. "Let's go."

And as if holding Draco's hand hadn't been enough, once they got inside the pub, Draco sat next to him and rested his hand at the top of Harry's spine, his fingers trailing lightly over Harry's neck and wrapping around the curls at the base of his skull.

It was like he was in a bubble; conversations were happening all around him, people were laughing and joking, people were probably telling all sorts of stories but he didn't process a word.

Slowly, he forced himself to relax, leaning into Draco's side and letting his hand slip over to rest on Draco's knee.

The other man gave his neck a gentle squeeze in response as he continued his discussion with Luna.

"Harry," Hermione said, waving a hand to get his attention.

"Yeah?" he asked, perking up and trying to ignore the tingles racing up and down his spine as Draco's fingernails scratched lightly at his scalp.

"You were a bit lost there, mate," Ron said.

He smiled, "Sorry, just a bit out of it."

"That's alright," Hermione said, "I was just saying that you and Draco seem to be really good together."

"Yeah," Harry said weakly, glancing over at the other man who was quite engrossed in a conversation with Pansy and Luna. "Yeah," he repeated. "He's really something."

Hermione nodded, "You seem to be good for each other."

"Yeah," he said, feeling a bit sick because they did seem good for each other, they did somehow make sense. "Sorry, could you excuse me for a minute?" he asked as he stood up and fled the table, making his way quickly to the restroom.

He all but ran into a stall and locked it behind him, barely managing to stop himself from banging his head against the wall. This wasn't supposed to have happened. He wasn't supposed to have fallen for Draco Malfoy.

"Harry?" a voice called.

He held his breath, maybe if he just didn't make any noise Draco would go away and he could finish having his crisis in peace.

"I can see your shoes," the other man said as he knocked softly on the door. "Let me in?"

Reluctantly, Harry opened the stall and made room for Draco to slip in with him.

"Do you want to tell me why you've been acting like an insane person escaped from the psychiatric ward tonight?"

He winced, tried to think about what he could say, how he could deflect, but what came out was, "I don't want to pretend."

Draco's brow furrowed, "This was your idea," he said. "And if you wanted to stop all you had to do was say so."

"No," Harry said, reaching out to stop the other man from leaving. "That's not-" he huffed and entwined his fingers with Draco's. "I mean that I don't want this to be pretend."

Draco stared at him uncomprehendingly so Harry continued, "Holding hands with someone has never felt like this. Going on dates with someone has never been this much fun. I want to be around you all the time, even when you're making me crazy."

"I don't understand."

He sighed, "I can't pretend with you because none of this is pretend for me any more."

Draco blinked once, then he leaned forward and caught Harry's lips with his own. The hand not holding Harry's came up to cup his cheek and tip he head down so he could kiss him more easily and Harry's body lit up like a firework.

He pushed Draco back a step until his back hit the wall and pressed his body against the other man's. Harry's body had been made for this. Every neuron was firing away happily, every atom of his being singing with joy at the other man's proximity.

Draco's fingers threaded through Harry's hair as his tongue flicked over Harry's bottom lip. With a soft moan, Harry opened his mouth, his tongue reaching out tentatively to touch and twist with the other man's.

They might have continued on like that all night, were it not for the outer door to the restroom slamming open as a drunk man staggered in.

Draco pulled back, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. He put a finger over Harry's lips and pressed a kiss to his nose, and Harry wasn't quite sure how he hadn't simply melted into a puddle of goo yet.

Once the man left, Draco removed his finger and pressed one more gentle kiss to Harry's lips. "This isn't pretend for me either," he murmured.

Harry smiled, "No more pretending."

"Honesty about where we're at from here on out," Draco added with a smile.

And it was a promise they kept until the day they died. They both had to wear masks for the outside world but they never hid from one another.

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Day 35: Tears | Day 37: Secrets

[thegamingcatmom]

Lady D is gonna be in the Rose DLC and here is why - WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD

Okay so, I can´t be the only one to have noticed this. Or maybe yall already been there and done that and are like “duh”.

Either way, as I was watching the gameplay trailer for the Shadows of Rose dlc (which looks absolutely DOPE btw, October can´t come fast enough) there was one detail I immediately picked up on and was like “is this...can it be...HAVE MY (and yours I´m sure) PRAYERS BEEN ANSWERED?!?”.

What do I mean? Why take a look at this:

Take a look at the lower right corner. Something´s about to come up from god knows where (somewhere in the megamycete´s consciousness I´m sure) to make a grab for Rose, it seems. While that is slighty concerning it didn´t seem like a huge deal to me at first (cause we all know it´s gonna end well...I hope). Just your usual mold monster, we´ve all been there, done that. No biggies.

But then things got clearer...

And clearer...

And clearer...

AND CLEARER:

DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE???

Excuse my poor art job but that is CLEARLY a woman´s hand and not only that: said hand has got looong fingernails (again, my art job doesn´t do this justice) and holy, doesn´t that hand seem pretty fucking big to ya? I mean, look at how huge it is compared to Rose´s shoe. Some of you might say it´s the angle that´s making proportions look like this and it might be true to some extend. But watch the video again because it´s gonna become so much clearer seeing it in motion (and without my ugly doodle).

My theory on this is that our Lady is wanting some revenge for what Ethan did to her and her daughters. Because this is happening in the megamycete´s consciousness for sure and we all know by now that our dear Lords (and probably Ethan) are spending the rest of their (undead?) days there. Not sure how it all works yet.

Another thing I can imagine (and hope for) is the Lords might actually be looking for help? They knew from the very beginning how insanely powerful Rose is, always has been. Heisenberg even stated she was strong enough to take on Miranda - AS A BABY. And Miranda stated once that where Eveline was able to communicate with the mold and control it, Rose would basically be the mold...ruler? Able to control everyone connected to the megamycete and control the mold itself or something. As I´ve said, still not completely sure how it works.

So what if the Duke is truly the bad guy in this (cause he do seem like it) because we saw the way he´s been seemingly in control of these 3 mold monsters, which, it can't be a coincidence. It seems the daughters are gonna be back, albeit a bit...differently. But I digress...my point is that the Duke seems in control of things now and maybe that´s been the plan from the very beginning? Someone else on tumblr pointed out already that Duke pretty much had all the info he needed to decimate the Lords and MM. He just needed an idiot to carry out the plan (sorry Ethan).

So, what if Rose was somehow able to bring back anyone who died and ended up joining the megamycete´s records? We saw her holding a flask with what looked suspiciously like “New Vessel” written on it. She and the flask started to glow and that´s where the scene ends pretty much. Is it possible we´re gonna get an awesome showdown between Rose and the Duke - the true evil? The Lords, revived by Rose, joining in to save the day and get their freedom at last? (I want it so badly, PLS FREE MY BABIES)

Also, who is writing to Rose in the castle? Is it her father? One of the Lords? Hell, even Miranda?? (My bet is on Ethan because that someone clearly cares about Rose and wants her outta there ASAP...unless it´s a trap.)

And what about Mother Miranda? Are rumors true of her potentially being Rose´s biological mother? Because the similarities are...there. Could that (evil?) doubleganger of Rose maybe be an alternate version who actually ended up being Miranda´s daughter? Because we know the megamycete´s consciousness is a world where reality is twisted and warped beyond recognition. A “what if” scenario so to speak. But also, what about Mia? What happened to her? Did Rose lose control and kill her by accident? Is that why she wants her powers gone so badly?

Speaking of powers, is ANYONE gonna encourage Rose to NOT follow through with it? Because she IS the mold basically, so what happens without the power to control it? Is she even a real person without it (cause it´s gotta be like 90% mold, 10% water with her)? SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Oh and another thing I found noteworthy and also pretty dope is the name of the dlc. Considering the whole “Village of Shadows” thing, (the book and all that). There´s gotta be a connection, I KNOW there is, but my brain´s too tired to dwell on it any further after this analysis....for now.

And wow I´ve digressed hardcore considering all I wanted was to show a (the) lady´s hand. Whoopsie. Oh well, when inspiration hits you gotta roll with it.

What do you think we´re gonna see? What do you want to see?

(I know what I wanna see...)

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Don't Have to Choose

Summary: Reader has been avoiding Laxus and Gajeel because of how she feels about them but soon they let Reader know that they don’t have to choose.

TW/CW: Poly Laxus Dreyar x genderfluid!afab!Reader x Gajeel Redfox,

Requested?: Yes, by a lovely Anon who said, “Hi Gin!! I was wondering if you still write for Fairy Tail? If so, could I request a poly Laxus x genderfluid reader afab x Gajeel imagine? Maybe the way they get together? And if the reader was a water or ice god or demon slayer that would be cool. If you do choose to write this it would be so exciting to read your great writing!”

Word Count: 1,543

A/N: It feels so good to write again. Again, I'm so sorry about it taking so long to get back to it. Also, when I say I wish I could be (Y/n), I mean it. Literally can never decide which is my favorite between Laxus and Gajeel lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the read! As always, love to all!

Your POV

As I made my way through the Guild Hall for another job request, I ducked behind a pillar as I spotted Laxus on the other side of the room. I silently prayed that no one would bring attention to me. Out the corner of my eye, I also spot Gajeel so I decide to beeline towards the Request Board and pick up the first one I could grab and take off. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m avoiding my two best friends but I’m not even sure myself. Actually, that’s not true. I know why but I’d rather marry a Vulcan than admit the reason.

I make it to the board and grab a job request and then turn on my heel to speed out of there but slam right something big and sturdy. I’m knocked onto my butt and as I look up I find the Iron Dragon Slayer grinning down at me. I glare at him as he chuckles but my eyes are torn away from him as a hand is offered to help me up, said hand happens to be attached to a second Dragon Slayer, this one being of the lightning variety. I get up off the floor without taking Laxus’s hand and then turn to head towards Mirajane to accept the job.

I toss the paper down onto the counter and turn to leave but Mira stops me, “(Y/n), you should probably take back-up for this one. From what I hear there’s a lot more Vulcans than just one person can handle for this job.” Of course, having heard her, Laxus and Gajeel make their way over.

“We’ll go with you, Tiny,” Gajeel offers.

I internally scream as Laxus nods his head in agreement. “Great! Be safe you three, we’ll see you when you get back,” Mira exclaims happily. Something in the back of my mind says Mira did that on purpose but I don’t have the mental ability to argue with her right now. Without saying another word, I head straight to the door and out into the sunshine and bustling street of Magnolia. I don’t even need to look back to know that Gajeel and Laxus have joined me as well as Panther Lily. I head North on foot towards the mountain town overrun by Vulcans.

We walk in silence for quite some time before I hear something metal rattling. I turn to look over my shoulder to find Gajeel dropping a few nuts and bolts into his mouth. He offers some to me but I roll my eyes and turn my attention back ahead of us. Lily finally is the first to speak, “I’ll be blunt and quick about it, what has gotten into you three?”

The silence coming from Gajeel and Laxus tells me that they’re waiting for me to speak. I pretend not to notice. Unfortunately, Laxus doesn’t seem to want the subject to drop, “I don’t know about Metal Muncher, but you’ve been ignoring me for weeks.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, it hasn’t been that long,” I respond nonchalantly.

“So, you admit you’ve been ignoring him?” Gajeel inquires, “Glad it’s not just me.”

“It has been that long. It’s been three weeks since there’s been any semblance of an interaction between us,” Laxus adds.

I sigh and ignore them as were coming up on the outskirts of the town. It’s surprisingly quiet as I lean against a brick wall to take a break and survey the area from our position up on this hill. In a flash, Laxus is in front of me and has his hands pressed against the wall to cage me. I avoid eye contact with him as he speaks, “Don’t think we’re finished discussing this. When we get this job done, you’re gonna tell me why you’ve been ignoring me.” I finally look up at him to read his expression. He looks genuinely hurt which causes my own heart to ache. Then I could swear I hear Gajeel growl lowly as Laxus steps away from me to look over the town.

Seeing no sign of the Vulcans, we descend into the valley where the small town resides in search of them. It’s not long before we find them. Together the four of us make quick work of the job with only a short capture of myself by a Vulcan which led to even more tension between Gajeel, Laxus, and myself. Soon, we leave the town as the citizens cheer and thank us. The walk home is almost suffocatingly tense and quiet.

Upon our return to Magnolia, we make our way to the counter where Mira wanders back and forth serving drinks to our guildmates. Laxus heads upstairs where it’s undoubtedly quieter and Gajeel makes himself at home at one of the tables on the opposite side of the room. I take a seat at the bar as Lily hops up onto its surface, “Are we going to discuss what happened?”

Mira stops in front of us, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” I mumble in annoyance.

Lily looks as if he’s trying to decide if he should tell her but quickly makes up his mind, “(Y/n) here was kidnapped by one of the Vulcans. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gajeel and Laxus work together so swiftly or become so angry.”

Mira giggles, “Let me guess, you too think they love our dear friend here, don’t you.”

“Yes,” and nods thoughtfully, “I also think that (Y/n) loves them too but is too scared of what that might mean.”

I sigh, “Fine, you’ve caught me. I just... there’s no way that I could choose.”

Mira looks at me with a mischievous grin on her face, “Who says you have to choose?”

I fidget with my fingernails as I drop my head to stare at the counter. A storm of thoughts rumbles its way through my mind. However, it’s quickly halted as someone gently places their hand on my shoulder. I look behind me to find Laxus and Gajeel both standing there. Gajeel nods his head towards the door to signal for me to come with them.

Mira mouths, “good luck,” at me as I hop down off the stool to leave the Guild Hall. Quietly, we make our way to my house as my stomach twists itself into knots and the storm in my mind begins raging again. I unlock the front door and step inside, leaving the door open for them to follow me in. I hear the door shut softly behind me as I drop my backpack off on the kitchen counter and then plop down onto the couch.

The quiet persists for a few moments until Laxus finally speaks up from his stance against the wall across from me, “I never knew there could be someone outside of the Thunder Legion that I could work so well with let alone with such little communication.”

I know without asking that he’s referring to the fact that he and Gajeel worked like a well-oiled machine to get me to safety. From the other couch, Gajeel agrees, “I didn’t either but we were pretty good out there huh?”

“We were... but it’s not just us,” comes Laxus’s response as he drops onto the couch beside me.

Gajeel stands and joins us, “Without Tiny, we’d be a pretty shitty team.”

“We’re not going to make you choose, (Y/n). Why would we when we’d know you’d be safer with both of us than just one?” Laxus adds.

All my fear of having to choose dissipates as I realize what they’re saying, “So, we’re really going to make this a thing?”

“Yup,” Gajeel answers, popping the p before getting up to go to the kitchen.

Several months later, the Fairy Tail Guild has been requested to help out taking down a dark guild. Here I stand, facing off against a trio of dark mages. One of them looks at me and chuckles, “You’ll make a cute little maid, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

One of his friends looks at him like he’s insane, “Dude, how do you not know who this is? I highly suggest you just fight and not try anything. Her boyfriends will level you in seconds if you even think about taking her.” Just then the guy is struck with a bolt of lightning and knocked out.

“You’re right about that one,” Laxus grumbles as he steps up beside me on my right, shortly joined by Gajeel on my left. The other two look at the three of us in absolute terror and try to flee but they too are knocked out, this time by Gajeel’s iron arm.

“Just when I thought I was going to have to take these idiots out myself,” I laugh.

“You know we’ve always got your back, Tiny,” Gajeel responds as he moves closer. The three of us form a sort of triangle with our backs turned to each other to face the oncoming hoard of dark mages who heard the lightning and decided they could take the challenge. In the midst of chaos with a battle raging on, I feel perfectly safe knowing that the two men who hold equal shares of my heart have my back and each other’s while I also have theirs.

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[valdomarx]

La Campanella

McShep + Rodney plays the piano Rodney never could resist a challenge, especially when it’s set by Sheppard.

Atlantis is a place of many wonders, but Rodney's favorite is this:

In a distant part of the northern pier is a short, squat tower which he and Sheppard investigate on a routine patrol.

And in that tower is a large, unassuming room like a lecture hall.

And in the center of the room is an object seven foot long and three feet high, elegant, delicate, and familiar.

“Is that…” Rodney practically runs over to touch it, as reckless as that urge can be in Atlantis, but he knows this isn’t a weapon or a piece of broken technology or some dangerous machine. It’s a thing of beauty.

It’s an instrument remarkably like a piano: white and black reversed, keys slightly different lengths, but the same 12-step configuration making up an octave. Keys which strike strings stretched over a wide frame with soft hammers, and this can’t be a coincidence.

“How... ” he starts, and then he answers his own question. “The Ancients must have invented this instrument and brought the concept with them to Earth. But that would overturn so much musical history they’ll have to rewrite the textbooks, can you even imagine the implications -”

John does not look as fascinated by the profound repercussions of this discovery on the history of western classical music as Rodney is.

He waves questions of history aside and sits on the low stool in front of the keyboard, blowing away the years of accumulated dust. His hands instinctively settle into arches, his wrists loose, and he plays a few simple scales. The notes sound out clear and true, but -

He frowns.

“Something wrong?” Sheppard is leaning over the instrument, studying him and it with interest.

“This is tuned half a tone lower than an Earth piano. Feels a bit weird, that’s all.”

“How do you know that?”

Rodney affects his smuggest smile. “Perfect pitch, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Sheppard says, rolling his eyes.

Rodney looks around the room furtively, keen for reasons he can’t articulate that no one else should observe them, and he starts to play.

-

It becomes a habit, a place to unwind, somewhere they visit on off hours and in quiet moments.

Today Sheppard is flicking through a golf magazine while Rodney warms up with some Bach. The music is pleasing and orderly, and the sparse, bright notes explode in fractal-like patterns, unfurling and changing and becoming more complex the closer you look.

John tilts his head to one side and says, “You know there’s a whole bunch of classical music on the Atlantis server?”

Rodney grins. He did know that, in fact. Never get between a team of scientists and their file sharing. “I may have heard.”

“I listened to some of the Chopin you like. Then some other piano stuff as well.”

“Yeah?” Rodney picks at a fingernail. Something about the idea of John listening to music just because Rodney likes it makes his heart beat a little faster. “Find anything you liked?”

“A bunch actually. Have you heard of a piece called La Campanella? By a guy named Liszt?"

"Have I…" Has he heard of the single hardest piece in the entire solo piano repertoire? The fact he could never get those double stops right haunts him to this day. "Yeah, it rings a bell."

"I like that one," John says decisively. "It's nice."

Nice??? Sheppard thinks the most epic and demanding piece of all time is nice? Of course he does.

"You should learn to play it," John says casually, like he's suggesting they watch an action movie instead of a scifi.

"I should -" he splutters. "Do you have any idea how difficult that is? It's practically impossible."

John smirks and says, "I thought practically impossible was your specialty?"

Rodney is still spluttering when John throws him a wink and walks out.

-

And then, because despite being the finest mind in two galaxies, on some level he truly is an idiot, he stretches out his fingers and starts to practice.

-

It's not like he had copious free time to start with. But he makes space whenever he can to come to the piano room, chipping away at this ludicrous piece, bit by bit, phrase by phrase, over and over and over.

People think that learning to play is artistry, and maybe it is that too, but mostly it's a grind. You keep doing it again and again until you get it right. It's as much about stubbornness as about skill.

And stubbornness is something Rodney McKay has in abundance.

-

Liszt really was a sadistic old bastard, Rodney thinks sourly as he works on the right hand jumps until his fingers turn to lead.

-

Sometimes Sheppard comes and sits with him while he practices, and on those days he plays easier pieces, things which are familiar and casual. Not that John seems to pay much attention, but Rodney has the urge to impress him all the same.

He’s always having that urge around John.

-

He spends an entire week working on his goddamn trill.

It shouldn’t matter and it’s not like anyone will really listen to it. But it seems to represent something important — a sequence of paired adjacent notes, next to each other but never quite touching, bouncing off each other time and time again, a dance of two — though he doesn’t want to examine that too closely.

-

He doesn’t tell anyone else about the piano. He tells himself that’s because it’s convenient that he doesn’t have to share and can use it whenever he wants.

But really, he likes that it’s his and Sheppard’s; their own tiny secret in this vast and sprawling city.

-

He hears the piece in his sleep, and on missions, and when he’s working in his lab. It becomes a background hum of his brain, always there, a sort of yearning for the possible, the platonic ideal, the way that things could be.

He tries not to examine that too closely either, though the weight of the realization is becoming harder to ignore.

-

Eventually the piece is as ready as it's going to be. He scribbles a quick note during a meeting, folds it into a paper airplane, and throws it at Sheppard's head. He hits him right in the temple, and he manages to avoid cheering when Elizabeth glares at him.

I have something to play for you, the note reads. Meet you at 7? You know where. - R

He jots it down without really thinking, and only once he's thrown does it occur to him how soppy it sounds.

John doesn't seem too perturbed though. He smiles down at the note and meets Rodney's eye with a little eyebrow wiggle which Rodney takes to mean, Gonna impress me?

-

By the time John arrives, Rodney is all warmed up and more nervous than he's ever been about a performance. His heart is racing, and when John gives him a fond look and says, "Hey," it trips even faster.

Once he settles in to play though, there's a certain kind of mental clarity that settles over him. His hands know how to do this, he just has to sit back and let them.

His wrists are still tense as he sounds out the first few bars and then, all at once, he relaxes into it and lets the music carry him. Hours of repetition have made every chord, every melody, every insane and unreasonable jump into something almost effortless. He even forgets John is there: there’s only him, and the piano, and the music.

The music builds and builds, each section becoming more and more ornamented, more complex, more physically demanding, all at a relentless pace that sends most players reeling. But he's got this, he can do this, it turns out all he needed was a bit of motivation.

The penultimate section is his favorite: The technical parts are done and here he can throw himself into the wild, over the top glory of the final melody. And perhaps he shows off a little bit, catching John's eye and grinning at him, but that's all part of the fun.

The piece ends with a crashing, massive finale that makes him feel like a virtuoso, and then in a last few epic chords it's done, as tight and perfect a five minutes as you could wish for.

The final chord reverberates on and on through the stillness of the room, glowing out beyond the city and into the night.

"Wow." John's eyes are wide. "That was great."

Rodney preens, because that ineloquent little comment somehow means more to him than an auditorium full of ecstatic applause. Having John look at him like that makes the months of practice worth it.

"You liked it?" He's fishing for compliments, but he figures he's earned it.

"I did," John says, staring at Rodney's hands like they hold the secrets to the universe.

He looks up and blushes at having been caught staring. Then he deflects and shrugs one shoulder. “Honestly, though, it’s not my favorite piano piece.”

Rodney narrows his eyes. He has the distinct impression he’s been played. “What was your favorite then?”

"I prefer Songs Without Words."

"Mendelssohn?" he explodes. "You wanted Mendelssohn? Jesus Christ, I learned to play that when I was eight!"

John grins. "I appreciate simplicity in music."

"Then why on earth did you make me learn Liszt?!"

John has this joyous, manic light in his eyes, like he's having the time of his life here, messing around with Rodney, of all the things he could be doing. "I like watching you do impossible things."

He sucks in a breath. "I hate you."

"No you don't." John leans in, smug and delighted, and oh, Rodney is so in love with this ridiculous, infuriating man that he could burst. "You learned La Campanella for me."

"It wasn't that hard," he says quickly, because he has a reputation to maintain here. But John laughs and gives him this soft, teasing look, one eyebrow quirked at a ridiculous angle beneath the chaotic mess of his hair, and Rodney is defenseless.

"Whatever you say, McKay," John says, and Rodney has the feeling he sees straight through him. "Now play it again."

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here, have a snippet of the fic i’m working on, which is a direct sequel to this. 

The bacon wasn't salvageable, according to Daniel. Johnny thought it looked alright. He would have eaten it anyway, scorched ends and all, but he didn't protest when Daniel shook his head and dumped the whole pan. It was Daniel's bacon, Johnny figured. His house. If he wanted to waste perfectly good food, that was his business. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” said Daniel, scraping the pan over the sink with a spatula, “we’ve got more, I’ll just, uh - Hey, could you -” He jerked his head in the direction of the fridge. 

Johnny, who’d been trying to figure out where to stand and what to do with his hands and how many times it was appropriate to adjust his semi while Daniel’s back was turned, jumped to obey. He dug out the open package of bacon and dropped it on the counter at Daniel’s elbow. 

“Thanks,” Daniel said without turning around. His voice sounded… normal. Calm. Casual. Not at all like he’d just been sucking Johnny’s face off less than a minute ago. 

Johnny took a step back, clenching and unclenching his fists. His heart was still hammering from how turned on he was, and now it was starting to get even faster with confused panic. What was he supposed to do here? Should he leave after all, before things got awkward on top of insane? He watched Daniel’s bare shoulders move as he pulled bacon from the package. They were so smooth and brown, flanked by the twin suggestions of his sharp shoulderblades under the sweater. Johnny's eyes helplessly followed the shape of them down Daniel’s arms to his elbows, his taut forearms, his lean wrists. 

Daniel stuck the pan back on the stove and clicked on the flame. “Better luck this time,” he said quietly, like he was talking to himself. He was probably having the same crisis as Johnny, the little asshole - buyer’s remorse, or something - and didn’t have the guts to turn around and say it. Sure enough, instead of facing Johnny, he sidled back to the sink and started washing his hands. Thoroughly. Johnny glanced toward the door. What was that saying about valor, or whatever? Running away lets you kick the other guy’s ass later? He shot another look at Daniel’s back, shifting on his feet. He didn’t even have to be rude, he could say see you later, man as he left. 

And then he noticed something. The back of Daniel’s neck. He’d already been looking at it - its long curve, the rounded bump of his spine, how the hair grew to a curly point at the base of his skull - but he realized something had changed. It was hard to tell at first, but once he saw it, it was unmistakable. 

Pink. And getting pinker. 

Johnny stared. 

Daniel shook his hands over the sink, grabbed a towel to sloppily dry them, and turned around. “Hey,” he said, as if Johnny hadn’t been standing there like a moron this whole time. He tossed the towel behind himself onto the counter. 

“Hey,” said Johnny. It caught in his throat. 

Daniel’s face was as pink as the back of his neck. His eyes were huge, intense in a way Johnny’d never seen them before, even when they were fighting. He said, “C’mere.”

Johnny’s feet moved before he could give them permission. It was only three steps to Daniel and he took them in less than a second. Daniel’s arms were already coming up, wrapping around his neck as Johnny pressed into him, ducking to get their mouths together. There was no easing into it this time, no politeness. Daniel’s mouth was open and Johnny’s tongue was in it, just like that. Johnny’s brain whited out, returning only due to sheer logistical necessity when Daniel started scrambling up him like a playground, using his shoulders as leverage to get his ass up on the edge of the counter.

“Oh, my God,” Johnny groaned into his mouth, shoving in between his thighs, one hand low on the small of his back to hold him close. His face felt scalded with heat, his body on fire. He was so fucking hard he nearly made an idiot of himself when one of Daniel’s legs slid around his hip and squeezed, grinding them together. He jerked back, gasping, but Daniel didn’t let him get far. His wrists were crossed behind Johnny’s neck, one hand in his hair. He laughed, kissing the side of Johnny’s lips, his cheek, his jaw, as Johnny panted himself back to earth. 

“What’s wrong?” he murmured against Johnny’s ear. The movement of his lips made static burst in Johnny’s brain. “You wanna stop?”

“Fuck off,” Johnny said, but he turned to let Daniel rub their cheeks together. Daniel’s face felt as hot as his own - smooth, his wet bottom lip dragging over Johnny’s skin. It didn’t seem possible, somehow, that they were two separate people at this moment. Wasn’t that Johnny’s own bicep against his chin, his own leg curled behind his own thigh, his own chest rising and falling against himself? It didn’t make sense that the soft dip of spine under his hand didn’t belong to him. He dug his fingernails in, just to check, and Daniel’s back obligingly arched, just as Johnny had known it would. It had to be some kind of superpower, this sensation. 

He tipped his head to fit their mouths together again.