#interactions: gia

[thehollowwriter]

My favourite thing about poly octoquartet is that Finn can never ever judge any of my moots' ocs for their tastes in men without being a massive hypocrite. @ramshacklerumble 's Gia is dating Ace? @theleechyskrunkly 's Paige is into Idia? @distant-velleity 's Yu with Ace (again)?

Finn's gotta shut his trap because he's literally dating the capitalist fish mafia, all three of whom are utterly bizarre and unhinged in their own ways. At least Ace is just a bit of an asshole teenager, the tweels are probably from q legit mafia family and Azul is, well, Azul.

[touchedbydestiny]

@faeryworlds liked the starter call (and chose gia) || accepting

           "so why’s it so important anyway?", gia asked because she didn't quite understand it. surely marcel would have told them if it was deemed important and worth mentioning. and while gia knew that davina was important to marcel, she didn't know if she could trust a witch. 

[fearlessmuses]

⚖️ ───── wasn't it something about how quickly live switched. it could turn on a dime as the saying went. as his fingers fiddled with a coin of his own that saying seemed even more than ever one to live by. one he lived by. yet here they were, one the white knight of gotham it seemed that the infamous harvey dent had fallen from grace. although it depended on which side of him answered, one might say it was hell the other thriving would consider it a final awakening. the only issue? this woman had always been stubborn even before their lives took this turn and she seemed unwilling to give up on him despite his efforts. "what is it in it for you to keep trying? you're not getting anything out of this, there's no magic rewind here, you're being blind."

@lovest0rie ♥ for a starter from harvey dent for gia tedesco

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Elijah & Aslihan's home, Claret Park.

WHO — Elijah & Giada ( @giadamoreno ).

It seemed that more often than not these days, pulling up to his own home (after a rather long and exhausting day of work at the studio, might he add) had turned into something akin to a game for Elijah. A series of questions, racing through his head the moment he rounded the corner onto the connecting street: Would Aslihan be home? Would Rhiannon be with her, if she were, or would she be with either set of parents instead? How about Alex? Did any of his siblings decide to drop by out of the blue? Theo or Dylan, wanting the twins to spend time with their cousin perhaps? Hell, sometimes he even wondered if Phoebe would have hung around, having grown rather accustomed to the frequency in which he saw her too.

And then of course, there was Gia. A rather recent addition to the little game of his, on account of her rather recent return to Providence Peak, but somehow she’d become the most regular offender since then. He couldn’t even keep track of how many times he saw her car in his driveway over the course of the past few days alone, but he couldn’t necessarily blame her either. After all, he’d seen bits and pieces of her text messages with Aslihan — enough to get the gist, and then disappear to leave them alone for the night — and by what he could gather, she needed time with her friend more than anything at the minute.

He wouldn’t be one to get in between that. Not if he could help it, anyway. However . . . he would like to sleep in his own bed again, eventually.

He felt like he could blame her for that bit, in particular, and in his mind, it was a more than fair ask. The guest room was just as comfortable. He would know.

“You know, I’m going to start charging you rent,” Elijah said, in lieu of a proper hello, as he stepped into the bedroom to find Gia sprawled contently in his space; it would’ve been a weirder sight to behold without the presence of Aslihan as well if he'd been without the knowledge of the women's shared keys, but oddly enough, it felt normal at this point. “I’m going to petition to, at least. ‘Cause at this point, you should just move in.” He paused, throwing his bag onto the chair in the corner before turning to face her once more, clarifying, “No, nope — don’t even, that was a joke. I see you too much already, and I’m not willing to give up my girlfriend forever. She won't even be home for like another half hour, by the way. Did she text you?”

[mahikamihan]

good morning, i just woke up and still experiencing squidcraft lore demons someone take my laptop away from me

[idaclarke]

@gianninnaa where: tri-del v-day party when: beginning of the night

“gia!” ida called out from across the room, pushing through the crowd to approach the other girl. “how’s it goin’ babe? are ya havin’ a good time?” she smiled, arm looping around her shoulder and leading the two toward a little less crowded area where the booze was. without asking she pulled up a cup for gia and poured her some of the punch. “it all came together so well didn’t it?” she sighed, glancing around before handing the cup to her. “sorry i don’t wanna talk your ear off! i just make it a point to check in with every member any point i can.” 

[gianninnaa]

— @court-mills house party.

gia knew how to carry herself at the kind of exclusive parties that were made to get people talking. the ones for the beautiful elite, meant to be admired by afar. a secret college party at some random house that probably had horrible vibes to anyone there still sober? the line was a little less clear about how gia should proceed. nobody told gia not to post anything. after a few drinks, that was pretty much as good as permission. at least she was smart enough to know things like 'don't post the outside of the house' or 'not outside the windows' since the address was the only thing keeping the party exclusive.

❝            court, ❞ the sing song voice to catch their attention. phone in one hand while the other reached out for them to take. ❝ give me twirl! ❞ the excitement ( and thought of how cute it would look on camera ) overshadowing the practical thought of how awkward it would be for him to twirl under her arm with the considerable height difference.

[filledwithair]

for your infamous mc!: manager, besties, and development!

First of all thank you so much for asking, i loved thinking about this

Manager: Do they get along with Orion? What do they think of him as their band manager?

I like to think they get along quite well, Gia is a professional, she likes things well done and after deciding to continue with her music career she got pretty serious about keeping deadlines, turning her work in time, polishing the songs, being in good shape for the gigs, continue learning…

But Orion hates her smoking even if she doesn’t do it too much.

Gia loves Orion as their manager. The man has the experience and the balls to shut down the band’s antics if needed. He knows what he is doing, and it feels nice having someone to watch your back. She is thankful he believe so much in the band to be willing to drop everything and manage them.

Besties: What’s their friendship with Rowan like? What are some things only he knows about them?

Gia is the common sense of that friendship she is chill and nice and complements quite well Rowan’s personality. On the other hand, Rowan takes Gia out of her comfort zone, he challenges her to explore new sounds, new experiences without being overbearing

I like to headcanon that Rowan was the only one to come close to know how Gia was taking the fight with Seven and the break up. It hit her hard, so hard she barely left her room. Rowan gave her space but was there for here, called out her nonsense and even dragged her out of bed.

I imagine Rowan dusting off Gia’s piano, picking up her journal and putting it next to the instrument, careful to not damaged the torn notebook. He would say something like “will be here if you need to end it”, kissed her head and leave the room to crash on Gia’s sofa. I think he would more about his friend wellbeing than her quitting the band or taking some time off.

Development: How did you come up with your character? Is their design still evolving? How do you think they might develop through the story?

I usually play with characters that charming, sarcastic and stubborn, quite outgoing and confident. When I came across the game and saw that we could play the MC stage persona and the real one I decided to try it, I want to explore the conflict of being different people.

I thought it fitted Gia to be nice and a bit not confrontational, I also thought it worked well with the band dynamic. And if Gia was going to e the nice, professional girl, Maze had to be the confident, flirty and hyperactive one.

At the end of the day they are the same person, the are behaviours that are appear I both Gia and Maze. I want to see how Gia’s character is going to evolve. Maybe she’ll take Maze confident mask or Gia’s openness will appear when singing an emotional song. I can’t wait to see how it goes.

And yes, Gia’s design is changing. I’ve got pinterest board and I’m putting the vibes that I think could fit but I’m still working on her sound, how metaphorical she is with the lyrics, what things happened to her to make her who she is now.

I’m having way too much fun

Ask game

[callofthxvoid]

WHERE: Town WHO: Gianna Rodriguez ( @ambercast )

Jackie was not a person of many vices, but she'd latched onto cigarettes at a fairly young age and hadn't gotten rid of the habit since. Prior to Huntsville she was mostly a social smoker, although it had definitely become a more regular occurrence since her impromptu road trip across the country; so perhaps the fact that her lighter was currently on the fritz was a sign that she should just drop it entirely.

Or she could just ask someone for a light.

"Hey, got a light?" she asked the nearest passerby, who happened to be someone she'd seen around, looked to be vaguely her age, and seemed like they might have one. "Sadly, I don't have anything interesting to offer you in exchange, but you can have a cigarette if you want one."

[awalkoflife-arc]

Tadhg Brennan had already endured several lifetimes of suffering. He’d been kept waiting for what felt like an eternity; for answers, for justice, for peace. The last person he ever suspected to prolong that pain, to act as a catalyst toward his suffering, was the very person who promised that she never would. Yet, there she was, strolling through his front door as though he should have been expecting her. The catch? She looked beautiful, so beautiful that it was almost unfathomable. His attempt at speech faltered when their eyes met and he cursed himself for clinging on so desperately to his humanity. “You’re late.” It was the understatement of the century and he’d already lived through a good few of them to fully understand the significance of that expression. She was supposed to spend the night with Angel, but instead, she’d spent the entire weekend and made no attempt to contact him. Communication played a crucial role in making their current situation run smoothly and she knew that, he even suspected that a part of her got off on it. The lack thereof was an instant betrayal of his trust. + closed starter for @crookedsin​

[day-mark]

also the fact that gia is at the dteam house but we havent gotten even one crumb of her interacting with dream or george is so sick and twisted. dream pls leave your editing cave and george go to snapchat or smth we can soft launch your return i promise 😞💔💔

[navree]

if they were gonna keep gia around all of season 2 and put her in relationships and stuff it should have been with marcel, they had amazing chemistry and they actually had a story that worked

[touchedbydestiny]

@insanislupus commented on my starter call

            sometimes, even if she wasn’t proud of it, gia wasn’t so well controlled and the traces of her doings were visible. she was, unfortunately, still a messy eater. she was told that she could do better if she tried hard enough but somehow this never worked out.

            so yes, there she was with blood on her chin which she tried to wipe away with the back of her hand. some people were already watching because she had noticed it too late that there was still blood on her face left.

            "just a heavy nosebleed. nothing to worry about."

[fearlessmuses]

@lovest0rie: #4 mf - Gia ( @lovest0rie ) for Harvey

⚖️ ───── they had barely been in the house a sixty seconds when he had her stripping away that dress she'd worn to dinner. there was no hesitation in the fact that she had tormented him for the ride home, causing his trousers to be painful, and tight. could she fault him for the rush to strip him of her clothing? he had pulled her towards himself as he drank her in. "i do love what you had beneath that dress. this is my favourite outfit." he spoke before teeth grazed against her jaw. but as he remained fully clothed he liked the sense of authority it put over him as he dropped into a chair and had her bending over his lap.

he had dragged his fingers over her folds and felt the wetness already built from the anticipation of him, at least he assumed. he brushed his finger through and then quickly he was moving one finger inside of her teasing her in quick little thrusts that barely lasted before he drew it away as his fingers took hold of her panties pulling them further probably stretching them. he'd have to buy her another pair, as he moved his hand over her exposed ass cheek and gave a firm slap followed by a second. "all this wetness just for me?"

[wongyuuu]

calendar | csc

pairing: seungcheol x f!reader genre: smut word count: 3.1k summary: the red mark on the calendar is one of seungcheol's favorites warnings: minors do not interact, kissing, stimulation, swearing, petnames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral (f. receiving), breeding kink, cock sleeve (kinda), dirty talking playlist: ➝ here a/n: still a little (a lot) insecure about smut, but wanted to try writing this one. not proof read

please remember that comments and reblogs are extremely important

seungcheol stopped in front of the calendar in the closet, a smile tugging at his lips. the red circle around the date, signaling an important event he always waited a little more anxiously for. 

not that having sex with his wife was something he couldn't do as often as he liked, far from that. if anything both of you were always eager to be with each other, even after so many years together. it had never gotten boring or dull at any moment. both of you always wanted to try new things and keep it interesting, mostly you. for seungcheol being buried deep inside you while you moaned his name was to closest thing he'd ever to heaven, if such a place even existed. 

he gave up on the shirt, knowing fully well what the sight of him in nothing but sweats did to you. pair it with his wet hair and it was enough to drive you crazy. the good thing about being with someone for so long is knowing exactly what ticks the other person off, and what buttons to press. well, it could be both a blessing and a curse. in that moment seungcheol chose to believe that it was solely a blessing. 

a small groan left his lips at the sight of you lying on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, in his shirt and black pair of panties — the one he bought you after there was a small accident with a few pieces of underwear. 

the thing about ticks and buttons is that it works both ways and, obviously, seungcheol wasn't the only one who could play that game. 

he crawled on top of you slowly and pushed your hair to the side so he could kiss the nape of your head. you sighed in contentment when you felt his weight on top of yours. 

"look," you said, raising your phone slightly "hannie sent me pictures of his daughter today"

seungcheol looked at the smiling face of his friend with a little girl in his arms. it had been many years since he had seen jeonghan look quite that happy. of course that suddenly finding out about a child and suddenly needing to be a full-time dad wasn't the easiest thing in the world but he was playing it like a breeze. you swiped your finger and a picture of the little girl in a bright yellow dress greeted him. seungcheol smiled. yeah, she was cute and looked every bit like jeonghan, acted too. a little menace, she was.

"what does he want? if he's sending pictures he wants something" he chuckled knowing his friend well. everything jeonghan did had a purpose.

seungcheol sat back on his heels and slowly started to massage your shoulders over the fabric of the shirt. 

"he asked if we can have gia tomorrow night, he has a work thing to go" you moaned lowly when seungcheol pressed on the not in your shoulder blade, "i said yes"

he laughed again. of course you had been quick to agree, it didn't surprise him. you had always loved kids and were always happily willing to have them for any amount of time needed. after you had gotten married it had gotten a little more frequent since most of your friends had decided to have kids at the same, and since jeonghan found out about his daughter it had gotten weekly. seungcheol never complained, he too loved kids and liked having them around, he especially loved the glint in your eyes whenever you looked at them running around the living room, breaking a thing or two.

"cheol" you said one day at the darkest hour of the night after rolling around in bed for hours, voice barely a whisper as you played with his hair "i... should we start trying?"

it was too late, his mind was barely working, almost drowning in sleep for him to understand what you were saying but in hindsight, he should have seen it coming.

"trying what?" he asked turning around and wrapping you in his arms, his leg nesting between yours.

"for a baby"

that was how the calendar ended up hanging on the closet wall. your ovulation period was marked in a bright red marker. 

"do you think it's really work or, maybe, a date?" you asked.

slowly seungcheol moved his hand lower, to the small of your back, pressing a little more tenderly where he knew you struggled with pain. he moved your, his, shirt up,  adding a little more pressure as your body fully relaxed under him.

"jeonghan wouldn't date now," he said "gia is still getting used to him and us, he wouldn't add someone else to the mix"

you turned around under him, eyes narrowed. when you raised your arm to rest it under your head your shirt lifted a little, exposing the skin right over the elastic of your underwear. it was pretty, yes, with lace details on the sides but that mattered very little. seungcheol was far more interested in what was hidden under it. 

"you're telling me that jeonghan hasn't fucked anyone since we got gia? a whole seven months ago"

seungcheol placed his hands on your waist, your skin warm under his touch. the corner of your lips tugged up at the expression in your husband's eyes. he was struggling to keep focus on the conversation both of you were heaving. jeonghan and gia were the least of his worries. 

"i care very little about who jeonghan fucks" he said, voice hoarse as he leaned forward at the same time he pushed your shirt further up "all i care about is putting a baby in my beautiful wife"

he pressed a kiss to your naked skin. he had imagined it many times, you pregnant with his kid, your belly around. it had been one of the many reasons why he had woken you up in the middle of the night and fucked you dumb. he had never said anything, choosing to let you decide when it was time. when you were ready to have a baby. seungcheol knew that it was going to change things for you a lot more than it would for him, it was also your body. 

if it were up to him, you'd have a least two kids running around the house. 

"you have some work to do then," you said, laughing. 

almost like a reflex, you tangled your fingers in his hair. you sighed as seungcheol started his exploratory kisses. some were light, like the touch of a feather, loving, in a worship manner. others were the exact opposite, harsher as he pulled your skin in between his teeth just for a second, to later soothe the spot with the tip of his tongue. he loved to leave tiny marks in your body, where no one else would be able to see them but him. but you knew they were there, it was a constant reminder of the night before and a reminder of what was still to come.

you spread your legs to better accommodate seungcheol as he pushed your shirt to your neck.  you felt a little electric tension run over your skin when you noticed his eyes on you, taking in your every expression. you smiled when he pressed his thumb over your hard nipple, pinching it.

seungcheol took your boob into his mouth, biting your nipple at the same time he pinched the other one. involuntarily your back arched, your grip on his hair tightening.

he loved the sounds you made, how it usually started so low and small but he always managed to work you up enough to get you begging under him, on top of him. either way, you'd end the night pleading for him, for his cock.

"do you think today is the day?" he asked, trailing his kisses again down your stomach to your panties "do you think i can pump you full enough to get you pregnant?"

you expected seungcheol to tug at the sides of your panties and pull them down but instead, he kissed you over them. he grinned when he saw the small wet spot in your underwear. 

"i barely started and you're already wet, baby?" he teased.

he ran his finger over your cunt still covered by the thin panties. your hips twitched under his touch, needing more than just light touches. but you weren't ready to give in to him yet. he was going to have to work harder if he wanted to hear you begging for more.

"not a word? playing hard to get tonight, i see" he pushed your underwear to the side, lightly blowing your clit. he had to contain the laugh that erupted in his chest "let's see how long it lasts"

you raised your hips as seungcheol used his index fingers to pull your panties down. you laughed when you saw the small piece of cloth being thrown over his shoulder. your laughter died as soon as you felt his warm, wet, tongue on your clit. he sucked the small bundle of never into his mouth at the same time he pushed two fingers into you. he was relentless, his pace devastating, not giving you a second to breathe.

the sounds, of his mouth on you as well as the wetness of your pussy, were obscene but they turned you on even further. you wanted, needed, more.

and the thing is, seungcheol was the giving kind of partner. whatever you wanted was yours, but you had to say it, loud and clear. for him.

"come one baby, just ask" he blew your clit again, this time using the tip of his thumb to lightly brush it "use your pretty little mouth and beg for me"

a curse left your lips when his fingers stopped moving and he pulled away from you. your orgasm that was right there, around the corner, suddenly gone, leaving only your throbbing cunt and ragged breathing as a witness. 

you tried to grab his hand and push his fingers back but the was being a little shit, holding it behind his back.

"fuck, seungcheol," you said, partially annoyed, and desperately turned on "just eat me out, fuck me with your fingers. whatever you do just make me cum"

"your wish, wife, is always my command"

seungcheol wasted no second. his lips were around your clit and a third finger was added into to slit. it only took a few pumps for you to come undone under him. a mess of moans and curses. unsure of when exactly you had let go,  your hand gripped his hair again, forcing his head closer to you, grinding his face against you, desperate for everything he had.

seungcheol used the edge of the mattress to apply some pressure on his throbbing cock. he was so hard it was painful so whatever friction he could get was welcomed. 

every single one of your moans were met a stroke of his tongue and a pump of his fingers. it was torture, the most delicious and vicious kind of torture.

seungcheol only leaned back when he felt the shake in your legs subside, crawling back you. he pressed his thumb in your mouth, smiling when you opened and sucked him in. you were the most beautiful thing in the world, with your cheeks painted in a bright shade of pink, and two tear stains on the sides of your eyes. god, he loved you. 

you could taste your own release in his finger when you circled his finger with your tongue. you grazed his skin with your teeth looking into his eyes. seungcheol hissed, wishing that it was his cock in your mouth.

"i know you would love it if i sucked you," you said "but i really need you to fuck me, right now, please"

you were going to be the death of him.

you pulled your shirt over your head and turned around, sticking your ass up while your chest was pressed against the pillow.

for a second seungcheol felt like a teenager who just found out he was about to fuck the hottest girl he had ever laid eyes on. he was quick to push his sweats off. he hadn't bothered with boxers, knowing exactly where the night would lead the two of you.

"i'm going to fill you up so good baby" he squeezed your ass and second later slapped it "so so deep there's no way you won't get pregnant tonight"

he ran his tip over your pussy a few times, coating himself in you. he knew that he could slide in without doing it but he also liked torturing you. your moans got a little more desperate every time rubbed against your clit.

whenever he took you bare the sensation was entirely new and different. yes, there were a few instances when both of you were in too much of a hurry, or sometimes it just didn't matter enough, to care or remember to take a condom, but ultimately both of you had always been careful. you took your pills, he carried a condom and life moved on. but even after months of no condom, no barrier at all between the two of you, seungcheol still felt his head get a little dizzy. 

your walls adjusted perfectly to him, clinging around him, pulling him, demanding every single inch of him. he slowly pushed in until all he was deep into you, to the hilt.

you moaned against the soft fabric of the sheets, loving the burning sensation of the stretch. you pushed your ass high in the hair, wiggling it from side to side begging him to just move. the stretch of his dick deliciously painful still.

"cheol, move" you begged.

"this what you want?" he asked 

seungcheol pushed your head further into the mattress, his hand on the back of your head, thighing your hair around his fist. finally he started to move, he pulled his cock all the way out and pressed it back in, hitting that one spot that made your head spin and little stars shine behind your closed eyes, over and over again. you squirmed when seungcheol pressed his weight over your body, moaning as he somehow got even deeper.

you moved your hand down your body, slowly circling your with the tip of your nail.

"cheol, fuck" you bit the pillow "faster, please, just fuck me"

he loved the neediness in your voice, how you completely forfeit with your no-begging police. the smell of your sweet vanilla soap disappeared now that your skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat. 

seungcheol didn't change his rhythm, knowing that it was enough to drive you crazy and over the edge.

"are you touching yourself, baby?" he pulled on your hair, giving you a taste of your medicine. his dick throbbed when he saw the smile on your face "fuck"

he reached forward, slapping your hand away from your cunt. you cursed at him but the nasty words were quickly replaced with a moan when he pinched your clit, tugging and pressing, driving you fucking crazy on his dick. even so, his pace was slow.

"cum for me, baby" he whispered. 

"let me ride you" you begged "i want to look at you when you breed me"

your words had always been the ruin of him. he almost came right there. he turned you around and sat on the bed, grinning when you cried when his dick left your pussy.

"i know, baby, but you were the one that wanted to ride me"

a small fuck you left your lips as you crawled on top of him. seungcheol moaned when you gripped him, your hand sliding up and down his length while you grazed his tip with your nail lightly. you aligned him to you and sank down in one swift movement, making both of you moan.

seungcheol was wrong, being balls deep into you wasn't paradise. no. paradise was being balls deep in your cunt while you rode him, tits bouncing in in his face, while you moaned his name again and again like a prayer, taking what you wanted from him. he cupped your breasts in his hands. your hands covered his, forcing your nipples between his fingers and squeezing. 

"fuck. cheol" you said, eyes on his as you circled your hips before thrusting down on him again "i'm gonna cum. i need to"

your walls squeezed around him. seungcheol moaned as he held you by the hips holding you in place, while the pounded into you, finally, finally fucking you as fast and as hard as you wanted. he fucked you roughly, watching as his cock disappeared in your cunt, each thrust deeper than the previous one. seungcheol felt the muscles of his thighs and stomach squeeze at the same time you clenched around him, milking him.

he pressed his thumb to your clit and the scream you let out was enough to drive both of you to the edge. you let your body fall forward, and you bit that spot between his shoulder and neck. seungcheol continued to pound into you, fucking his cum as deep as he could, pushing it further into you making sure not even a drop was wasted. 

it took both of you a couple of minutes to settle down, evening out your breathing, and making sure your legs were no longer shaking.

"seungcheol" you cried, finally looking at his face, kissing him, letting him invade your mouth with his tongue "i'm so full. it's so deep"

he could never, ever, get enough of you.

“don’t move baby, let’s make sure this one sticks”

you kissed the side of his neck, feeling his hot cum inside you while his dick slowly got flaccid. you loved to have him in you, just there, with you, as close as humanly possible, with nothing between the two of you. his personal cock sleeve, he had called you a few times.

“you say it like fucking me is a terrible task someone assigned you”

you felt the vibrations of his laughter before you heard it. you just closed your eyes and pressed your head to his chest, the sound of his heartbeats calming like a lullaby.

“fucking you is the one task i’ll never ask someone else to do in my place”

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[giamee]

✦ ⠂⠂୨୧ ENJOY THE SILENCE

ಇ roommate!dan heng x reader ︴wordcount :: 0.5k ︴contains :: nothing of note, uhhh dan heng plays guitar ︴part two ︴requested by @/anon

ఌ︎. | DAN HENG

another sweetheart of a roommate

carries stuff for you without question or much room for debate from you

you're trying to move around furniture? dan heng magically appears, rolling up his sleeves slightly with an "allow me"

you're coming back from a shopping ship and preparing to carry the bags up your three flights of stairs? dan heng's already got you, easily taking hold of all the bags that you were struggling to carry mere seconds ago

it's a bit of a bummer, to be honest, that these were seemingly the only interactions that you had with the man

he was a bit of a homebody, and it was only a few weeks that you had been roommates with him

you're still adjusting to how his routine differed to yours, and found yourself encountering your first major clash

there was nothing that you liked to do more in the evening than use it as an opportunity to relax

after showering and making yourself a mug of tea, you were all cosy in bed and ready to catch up on your show

and just before you get it ready, you hear something from down the hall

granted, it's a little faint, but you can make out the sounds of someone playing an instrument

the melody was catchy, and on a whim you decided to get out of your warm cosy bed and see what exactly it was, padding out into the hallway

and you didn't mean to be nosy, honest, but dan heng's door was wide open to begin with and there he sat on the edge of his bed, guitar in his hands as he played a song

his eyes met yours quickly and he stopped playing, his eyes darting over your figure before he could help himself, and you blushed as you remembered your rather... revealing choice of pyjamas for the night

"sorry, did i disturb you?"

you shook your head quickly, offering a sheepish smile

"no, no, you're good. i just heard you playing and wanted to check it out. you're really good, by the way"

your compliment catches dan heng off guard, judging by the way his cheeks colour

"oh, thanks. i'm in a band, so... i try"

you nod, and there's a bit of a pause as the two of you just look at each other

the same hands that are so eager to help you carry your bags tap nervously against the guitar, and you observe the way the tendons flex with his movements. the instrument would explain how veiny his hands are, you supposed

dan heng clears his throat and you flick your eyes back up to meet his

he's looking at you, cautiously now, like he's deliberating saying something

"maybe... you could come to one of my shows some time?"

he's blushing pink now, a little sheepish with his proposition, but you don't miss the glint of hopefulness in his eyes

"i'd like that very much"

his eyes light up a little, darting to the side as a small smile begins to grow

"i would too"

gia's notes :: there was supposed to be a luocha one as well in this but i hated it sm so i js scrapped it 🥏

-‘๑’- honkai star rail masterlist