#he's the guy who just subtly breathes the life back into you in the most backward way. which is super ironic no

[ktsumu]

thinking about how matsukawa issei offers you a smoke at your cousin's funeral, a 'break from the grief', and subsequently changes the entire trajectory of your life you once thought was so feeble

[toxicanonymity]

I am humbly crawling to your page to confess my latest obsession: serial breeder!Joel.

no outbreak!universe Joel without Sarah, an old creep who lives in a lone house where every woman goes to get bred.

basement breeder

joel miller x f!reader, 1k words

Ty for this delicious thot. Almost sounds like you know who 🍃 in another life where he has them coming and going at all hours as gossip says. Standalone. WARNINGS: 18+ PWP imagine, break-in, manhandling, breeding piv, degradation, praise, mating press, carries you, pet names.

Imagine going there to get bred while you're consciously on birth control, and he gets obsessed with impregnating you specifically. You show him a positive fertility test, and he gets more aggressive. God damn, he's gonna make this work. Meanwhile, you don't seek him out the next time you (would) ovulate, and he notices, wonders if you're giving up or letting some other guy take a shot. That ain't gonna fly. . .

He quietly breaks into your dim basement while you're folding laundry on your dryer, wearing earbuds. From behind, a hand clamps over the lower half of your face. You scream into his massive palm while his other arm wraps around you, biceps bulging, stretching his white tee. He pins you against the dryer, and the warm, hard shape you feel through his pj pants sends a rush of need to your core.

With you pinned there by his clothed arousal, the arm around you falls away. His free hand brushes the shell of your ear then nudges your earbud out. He reaches to repeat this on the other side, then wraps his arm around you again and gives your breast a squeeze. He brings his mouth close to your ear, and his voice is deep and low. "Stayin' home like it ain't the most important day'a the month."

Oooh, is he mad? God, he's hot like this.

When you struggle, he adds, "Or *did ya* stay home? ... You some kinda cumslut now?"

You subtly shake your head 'no', with your nostrils brushing against the edge of his hand.

"Nah," his hips push forward, "you want this cum," he grinds.

You go quiet and relax your body. He thrusts against you at a slow rhythm, and you're getting wet. A little "Mm?" slips from your lips into his palm.

"Yeahh, that's right," he continues, "Want it bad, don't ya, pumpkin?"

"Mm," you just barely nod.

"Good girl," he says and takes his hand away from your mouth.

You clear your throat. "I was just tired."

"Tired," he laughs. "That's a good one."

He's normally good about foreplay--with you, at least - your body and your scent turns him on so bad. His hands are incredible, and he touches you just how you like it. He's even been known to bury his face between your legs. But this time, he's fully on a mission.

He hikes up your skirt and pulls your panties aside, then spits on his hand and pats the saliva between your legs.

"Ooh," he reacts to your warm, wet cunt against his lingering hand. "Didn't needa do all that, did i? Shit, you're always ready for me." He tugs down his pj pants, then his warm, smooth cockhead prods at your cunt, smearing precum into his saliva and your desire. You bend forward and rest your forearms on the clean laundry abandoned in front of you, then scoot your feet back to give him a better angle.

"Good girl," he whispers.

He buries his length in you with a groan, and your insides spread around his girth. "I'll knock ya'up, baby." He holds your waist, and with a punch of his cock he bottoms out, "Ahh." When he withdraws a few inches, you spread your feet, tilt your hips, and push back on him. "Hell yeah." He bottoms out again, then grabs your hips with both hands and pounds you.

He's on a mission - he's not trying to make it last. And he's been aching hard ever since he got it in his mind to do this. He was palming himself over his pants for relief as he walked up to your basement door.

He's giving it to you hard and stiff, weeping precum into your poor stretched hole with every powerful thrust. "Yeah, take it, baby," he breathes, and promises, "put a baby in ya," making you twitch and throb, close to bliss. When he picks up the pace, pummeling you near jackhammer speed, his words are broken by his rhythm, "ahhh, yeahhh--- cum on this cock." When you whine he says, "yeahhh, you want this cum," and you see stars.

You unravel and moan his name, feeling your face heat up after it slips out.

"Fuck yeah," he breathes, pounding you through it.

He abruptly pulls out, and you whimper at the loss. You start to protest, but he takes your panties all the way down, leaving your twitching pussy bare. He forces you around to face him, then bends his knees and you put your arms around him as he lifts you. You wrap your legs around him, and he sinks you onto his stiff cock, letting out a grunt as he bottoms out. After adjusting your weight, he walks you to your nearby bed. With each step, your clit rubs against him.

He lays you down and folds you into a mating press. His thrusts are hard and deep. "ungh," he grunts, "yeah," another thrust, "ohh fuck, " he bottoms out and throbs, warmth gushing into your depths. "God damn, baby." With another hot burst, he deepens the mating press, determined for his seed to take. Your thighs feel a deep stretch. He hovers over your face, and a drop of sweat hits your cheek.

Breathing heavily, he inches back then thrusts forward again, repeating this action a few times as his balls empty. The last thrust ends with a sigh. With his work done–for now–he stays inside and keeps you in the mating press. He wets his lips, admiring your face. “God damn, you look hot like this.”

"yeah?" You reply.

Nodding slowly, he dips his head and scans your body with hungry eyes. He can't help but pull his hips back an inch to admire the sight of your cunt spread around his fat cock. And God damn, what a sight. Not planning on pulling out any time soon, he fully sheathes himself with a low, soft grunt.

"shit, I oughta clear my schedule," he muses, glancing up from where your bodies are joined. He subtly nods and shifts his eyes around as though thinking it over, rocking his hips absent-mindedly. "Yeah," he concludes, "if this don't take ... take ya to my place 'til it does."

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Basement Breeder Adjacent

Night walks Joel has breeder energy but only with reader.

For breaking into your basement, Sleeping Beauty - CNC home invasion / somnophilia with another night walks doppelganger.

For serial breeding, a post-outbreak one shot, the old fashioned way, a different Joel and he's a real professional, not a creep.

TYSM for reading, friends. And truly, thank you for your engagement and support. You're a light in my life when it's in shambles lol. Love y'all 🫶🏼

[solxamber]

Deuce, Romantic, "Again/I wanna be your lover, I don't wanna be your friend" by Noah Cyrus.

"I wanna be your lover" || Deuce Spade

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Again by Noah Cyrus

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 730

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Mutual Pining, Friends to lovers

Deuce is your best friend. He always has been. Through thick and thin, through the chaos of life, through every scuffle, every test, every late-night cram session—he’s been there. Steadfast, reliable, a comforting constant in your life.

And maybe that’s what terrifies you the most.

Because if he’s always been there, what happens if you break this? If you take a step too far, cross that fragile boundary, and realize you were better off as friends? What if you ruin the best thing you have?

But Deuce—Deuce loves you. He doesn’t just like you, doesn’t just think you’re fun to be around. No, he loves you in that stupidly obvious way that makes Ace roll his eyes, in that devoted, borderline puppy-eyed way that makes Riddle sigh in exasperation.

He doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t have to.

It’s in the way he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, subtly shielding you from passing vehicles.

It’s in the way he keeps extra snacks in his bag, always offering them to you first, even if it means going hungry himself. It’s in the way he watches you—like you’re something too precious for this world, something he’s terrified of losing.

But you’re scared. So you pretend you don’t see it.

One evening, you’re sitting outside, eating snacks on the dorm steps. The sun is dipping beneath the horizon, the sky painted in streaks of orange and lilac. It’s peaceful, the kind of quiet that settles between two people who have known each other forever.

Deuce is sitting close, his knee bumping against yours. He’s laughing at something you said, eyes crinkled, dimples showing, and it’s so easy. This has always been easy.

You think about how much you love him—about how warm he makes you feel, about how you never feel lonely when he’s around. And that terrifies you more than anything.

So you look away.

And then, as if he’s been holding it back for years, Deuce speaks. His voice is quiet, hesitant, but firm.

"I wanna be your lover. I don’t wanna be just your friend."

Your breath catches.

You turn to him, wide-eyed, unsure if you heard correctly. But the way he looks at you—raw, vulnerable, so painfully honest—leaves no room for misinterpretation.

"Deuce—"

"I mean it." His hands curl into fists, his heart beating out of his chest. "I—I don’t want to just be the guy you call when you need help, or the guy who’s always there, waiting in the background. I love being your friend, but I want more than that. I need more than that."

You’re frozen.

Because you do love him. You love him so much it scares you. But what if you mess this up? What if you say yes, and it ruins everything? What if—

"Please," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "Just tell me if there’s a chance. I don’t need anything else—just tell me if there’s a chance."

You stare at him.

And suddenly, all the fear, all the uncertainty, all the worries screaming in your head—none of them matter.

Because this is Deuce.

Your Deuce.

The boy who has been by your side since day one. The boy who holds his heart in his hands, offering it to you without hesitation, without expectation—just hoping you’ll take it.

You don’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, you reach forward, cupping his face with trembling hands, and pull him in.

His breath hitches, but he doesn’t hesitate. The moment your lips meet, he melts—like he’s been waiting for this, dreaming of this, for so long.

And maybe you have been, too.

His hands find yours , pulling you closer, holding you like you might disappear. You feel his heart pounding against yours, fast and desperate, and you realize—he’s just as scared as you are.

But he still took the leap.

So maybe you can, too.

When you finally pull away, he looks at you like you just handed him the world.

"You—" He swallows, breathless. "You mean it?"

You smile, cheeks burning. "I wanna hear you say it again."

His eyes widen—then he grins, so purely happy that it makes your chest ache.

"I love you."

And you know—this is it.

This is home.

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be hearing him say it again, and again, and again, for the rest of your life.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[yezznn]

random thoughts about hitman!yeonjun

pairings: hitman!yeonjun x gn!reader

genre: fluff (kinda), smut, slighty angsty, non idol au, double life.

warnings: mdni, meandom!yj, brief mention of gunplay, high stamina yj, mention of guns and murder, reader dgaf about her bf killing ppl, reader is kinda naive¿ yj calls reader ‘slut’ once.

a/n: I have 2 more works ready to post 🥴, already working on my masterlist. If you love Yeonjun feel free to check out the rest of my work in here.

MDNI / not proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes

You first met hitman!yeonjun in a seemingly ordinary setting, like a coffee shop or a bookstore. He was charming and mysterious, and you were instantly drawn to him.

He’s careful to keep his profession a secret from you at first. He’s intrigued by the kindness and light you bring to his otherwise dangerous life. But soon you notice small things about him—like the way he’s always on high alert, or the occasional bruises he tries to hide. You chalk it up to him being a bit of an enigma.

Hitman!Yeonjun is a mysterious but passionate lover. You don’t know about his family, or his location most of the time— you even question why you’re dating this guy in the first place. Until he comes knocking on your door one night, a bouquet in his hand and an apologetic expression on his face. Making love to you for hours and getting you dumb on his dick until you forget he disappeared out of nowhere for a few days.

Hitman!Yeonjun is fiercely protective of you. He makes sure you’re safe without you even realizing it, subtly steering you away from potential dangers. You often find yourselves talking late into the night. Yeonjun opens up about his past, though he leaves out the deeper details.

Hitman!Yeonjun has the stamina of an Olympic athlete. This applies to both his job and sex. Fucking you like an animal all night when his day didn’t go as planned and he has to work double now. Filling you up nicely for hours when he knows he’ll be out of town for a while (and ruining you just as good when he’s back).

Hitman!yeonjun who sends you nudes when he’s on a ‘work trip’. Going back to where he’s staying for the night after a long day of stalking and getting rid of his objective, missing the feeling of your skin and the sound of your sweet moans. You’re too focused admiring his hard cock to notice that in his exhaustion, he forgot to hide his gun in the background of the picture.

But you eventually stumble upon evidence of hitman!Yeonjun’s true profession by accident. Maybe you find a hidden weapon between his folded clothes or overhear a suspicious conversation. When you confront him, Yeonjun is torn between protecting you and being honest. He eventually confesses, fearing he might lose you. You’re shocked and scared, but also understand that his actions were driven by a desire to protect you and others.

You both work on rebuilding trust. Hitman!Yeonjun promises to keep you safe and be honest with you, while you set boundaries to ensure your own safety. Despite the risks, you become his anchor. Your support helps him navigate the moral complexities of his job.

When he’s not on a job, hitman!Yeonjun loves spending quiet moments with you. Cooking together, watching movies, and just enjoying each other’s company.

Hitman!Yeonjun whose job turned him into a discipline freak most of the time. Sucking in a sharp breath when you’ve been getting on his nerves all day, being a brat when he’s already in a sour mood. Throwing you into the bed as soon as you get home, crashing your lips in a bruising kiss and almost ripping the clothes off your body. Swatting your hand away when you try to tug on his dressing shirt, muttering a “stay still, slut” under his breath as his hand reaches to squeeze your neck just enough to make you dizzy— quickly reminding you of just how dangerous he is. Effectively shutting you up and ending the night balls deep in you, making sure you come for more times than you can count. And maybe fucking you with his gun if he’s feeling kinky.

Hitman!Yeonjun surprises you with his hidden talents, like playing the guitar or being an amazing cook. These moments remind you of the normal life you both crave. It’s not always easy, but your love for each other keeps you going.

Hitman!Yeonjun struggles with the moral implications of his actions, drowning in guilt and regret. Your perspective helps him see things differently, and he starts questioning the path he chose, the many lives he’s taken. You both dream of a future where Yeonjun can leave this behind. It’s a distant hope, but it gives you both something to strive for.

Through all the challenges, your bond with hitman!Yeonjun grows stronger. You become each other’s safe haven, navigating the complexities of love and danger together.

a/n: remember this is fictional!

[nieceeee]

"VIDEO PHONE"

P/S: Gojo was more reserved about his personal life than most people. From the outside he was a standup guy. Mostly quiet to those who didn't know him. He kept his head low, his grades high, and his mouth closed. But Gojo had a very nasty secret. Because deep in his mansion, with his doors bolted shut Gojo has an obsession. One that just happens to be the melanated girl that sits in front of him in class. He never spoke to you in public but the thoughts he had about you in private would make a porn star blush. But Gojo failed to realize one little thing. You knew exactly who your favorite streamer was, it was only a matter of time until you addressed him about it...

WC: 2.7K

A/N: SMUT MINORS DNI, nerd gojo x camgirl reader, use of pet names, p in v, black coded, semi-stalker gojo (he lurks her camgirl page basically) video sex, masturbation, they're in grad school. all dat yadayada

Satoru Gojo was a paradox. 

Two sides of the same coin. A mirror some may say. 

To the outside world he was Satoru Gojo. Head of the Gojo clan. A man of restraint and a decorum. The picture perfect reputation in every category - grades, looks, social status. Nothing seemed to phase him and nothing could break him. His quiet yet nerdy exterior of silence seemingly impenetrable. Professors adored him, women coveted him, men loathed him. But nothing. Nothing could break him. 

If they only knew.

The deep dark secret that Gojo kept well hidden. One that was exposed only to the privacy of the four walls of his bedroom in his mansion. A secret so dark and twisted, it kept him awake at night. Heart racing with anticipation, mind drowning in lust, body littered in sin. And it was all centered around you. 

You.

The girl that drove his obsessions. His cute classmate who sat a row in front of him. Always dressed in the cutest outfits with your bold hair and pink outfits. Shirts always a little too short, exposing the skin of your lower back when you sat up in your seat. Gojo never spoke to you but that didn't mean he didn't think of you.

Oh how he thought of you.

Gojo hid it well. The way you tortured him. Masked underneath an ever-so-calm facade. Gojo couldn’t help himself. The more he watched you, the more obsessed his thoughts became. He had this thing. Not a kink, but just a…thing when it came to a specific type of woman. A woman who appeared so innocent but her power and confidence radiated through her skin. A woman who was assertive, oozing dominance yet still subtly submissive. A woman like you. 

You would be his undoing, the very thing to unravel his perfectly sculpted figure. 

It started off so innocent. He walked into class and noticed you sitting there. Hair freshly braided and tossed to one side, a headphone in one ear and a school girl skirt that cut a centimeter too high. He watched you focus, always sharp, always confident. A boisterous laugh and infectious smile. The first time you spoke to him was when you were passing back a paper. Your freshly manicured nails slipped him his test. “Great job” you whispered as you held it out for him to take. You voice flowing through his eardrums smooth as molasses, sending a warm coating down him body. You were a breath of fresh air. A sweet song serenading him and he wanted to get lost in you. He was so wrapped up in your eyes that he completely missed what you had said. You tilt your head a bit in confusion. “Gojo?” you say. How he wished he could hear you say his name again. “Y-yeah.” he stammers. “Your paper?” you say motioning down to your hand. “Oh! I-I…sorry.” he quickly pulls the paper from you, catching it on your finger and slicing into your skin. “Shit.” you say softly pulling your hand back. “I..I’m sorry.” he repeats lifting his bag and digging through it for his first aid kit. He pops open the plastic container and hands you a bandaid. “S-sorry.” he drops his head. You open your mouth to speak but the bell rings and he darts from his seat before you get the chance. 

The next day was nerve wrecking, how could he face you. His steps were heavy as made his way into class that day. You were already seated. You looked up to acknowledge him but he averted your gaze, still embarrassed from the day before. “Hey you.” a voice says to him during a class breakout session. His eyes widen. “I’m really sorry about yesterday.” he blurts out. You giggle at him. “Gojo. It's fine. It was just a little paper cut. See.” you hold up your hand and press your lips against your finger. “All better. Kissed it better.” You smile as you turn back around. 

Heat flushed across Gojo’s face as his mind dove into that deep dark tunnel that he tries so hard to keep hidden. Your lips. A simple gesture but the way his mind warped reality into seeing them wrapped around the head of his dick make his face burn red. 

This was all his fault. 

She has no clue he groans to himself. 

That image burned into his mind as he went throughout the day, quickly racing home to his room. Bolting himself inside. He tossed his bookbag into the abyss and rushed to his laptop. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” he groans. He types as fast as his fingers would allow, loading up his private browser. 

Those lips.

He pulled up your page. hi$f@vebunniii_ Images loaded and it took everything in him not to release right there. Your image flooded his screen. Photos. Videos. All of you. His obsession. His muse. He clicked your most recent upload. Lips pursed and pressed against the bandaid from yesterday, Rihanna: Kiss It Better playing in the background, caption reading “Got a little scratch today, who wants to kiss it better for me?” Another groan left his lips.

That was his bandaid. 

Sick, twisted and lustful, his hand slips into his pants, gently stroking himself to your photo. His eyes flutter shut and he hears your voice again. “A-aah…” he whimpers as he strokes himself faster. Bright white lights blind his vision at the images of you before his release oozes from his tip. “Oh fuck y/n” he cries out. His head falls back, chest heaving. You had no clue what you had started. 

And that was just the beginning.

Before long. Gojo was scouring the web for your content. Photos. Videos. Live chats. Anything he could find to see you. He nights obsessing over you, fucking his hand into overstimulation at the thought of you. 

It was wrong. You were his peer. His classmate. You sat right in front of him. 

But he couldn’t stop. 

Behind his hidden page, he subbed to you. Your highest donor and most frequent viewer.

The woman who lit his fantasies was his sweet classmate who knew nothing of his perverse thoughts about her. 

So he thought…

But you. The smart girl that you are. You figured it out a long time ago. It started with the frequency of his appearance in your streams. The cryptic 6ix_blue!3y3s user who would watch your stream from beginning to end. Always quiet in chats but never one to shy away from donations. 

He was obvious. 

The cute white haired boy in your class who threw subtle glances at you throughout the lectures. Whose eyes lingered longer than they should at your low cut tops and too high skirt. Who could never fully face your right after a stream, head always held down. And when you did get his attention. Oh, the way he turned red at your interactions. It didn't take long for you to put two and two together. Anyone else may not have caught on so easily.

But you? You knew.

You knew how to read people. You’d watched him intensely. You weren't blind. You weren't naive. The way he looked at you was familiar. A hunger he tried to bury deep within himself but one gentle touch and his chest began to rise and fall at a rapid pace. He wasn’t alone in his feelings. The way he looked at you sent something electric through your veins, a type of heat that you couldn’t ignore. The same heat you’d been chasing every time he joined your stream late at night. The one where Gojo Satoru, would send donations but never message in the chat—always lurking, always watching.

You knew who exactly who he was. You knew it was him. He never gave it away on stream, but the way he would try to hide his identity with those random, cryptic responses when you did get him to speak made it clear. That was the reason for the bandaid photo. A little experiment of yours to see if he would crumble. And that he did. Eyes darting away from you every chance he could, unable to speak, nervous glances in your direction. Yeah, you knew. The notorious Gojo Satoru, with his perfect grades, his “innocent” charm, and the eyes that followed you like a shadow.

And yet, here he was, still pretending to be just another sweet face in the classroom. Still pretending that you didn’t know what his secret was. That you didn’t know what kind of fantasies he had when he was alone, tucked away in the darkness of his mansion.

But it was about time you brought the dark to the light

That night you set up the stream, an energy bubbled beneath your skin. You checked yourself over again. Braids pulled into pigtails, light blue cotton crop top just barely covering your chest, skimpy white silk bottoms and knee high socks. You pulled your knee to your chest and the screen went live. He was one of the first to appear. You held in the smile playing at your lips. 

It was time to confront him, to rid yourself of the tension that had been building for weeks between your two. You wanted to see how far you could push him. 

You converse in the chat here and there. Speaking to everyone. He popped in every now and again. Then you put your plan in motion. 

“Oh guys I didn't get to tell you about my cute classmate today.” you say setting the bait. On the other side of the world on another screen, Gojo was walking back into his room, snacks in hand, your stream pulled up. He almost dropped everything when the words cute classmate came out your mouth. He rushed back over to his screen nearly tripping in the process. 

“...He’s so fucking cute. I just want to eat him up. Ah, gojo.. The things you make me feel.” you voice says through the laptop and his heart feels like it will burst from his chest. “Me?” he says aloud to no one. You go on raving about him. 

“Oh and I can only imagine how big it is. You know they say the quiet nerdy boys are usually the freakiest” you say directly into the camera. He couldn't believe it. There was no way you were talking about him. It wasn't possible. But here you were going on and on. You knew he was there on the other side, he had stopped messaging in the chat. Maybe too stunned to speak. You smirk to yourself. “Tonight, I’m dedicating this stream to my sexy ass classmate Gojo Satoru.” you say. “Oh fuck…” he whimpers. You slide back from your seat and reposition your camera. “Let’s see how pretty and wet Gojo makes her tonight, hmm?” you say as you undress. Gojo’s mouth drops open.

You take your time undressing yourself before walking over and sitting on your bed, breast poked out and legs spread, clad in only your thin lace panties. You hand slips down your body and onto your clit, circling slowly. Gojo’s eyes were glued to his laptop as the circular motion mesmerized him. You pull a small vibrator out from behind you and switch it on. The buzzing sound rings in his ears.  The vibrations provided automatic stimulation as it rustled against your panties. A small cry of pleasure slipped from your lips as your head tilted back. “Shit.” he gasped, his hands quickly making work of removing his pants. He lubes himself up and starts to stroke his dick, his eyes still glued to where the vibrator met your panties. 

You used the tip of the vibrator to slide the fabric to the side, exposing yourself to the cool air. “Fuck Gojo.” you groan aloud into the camera. He whimpers, goosebumps trailing his skin. His eyes stayed laser focused on you. “Doesn’t she look pretty?” you whine. He nods into nothingness in his room between strokes. “So pretty” he responds knowing you can’t hear him. 

You quickly sit up and remove the panties. “Now let’s have some real fun.” You increase the speed on the vibrator before spitting on it to get it wet. Gojo moans aloud as he watches you take the vibrating silicone and slip it inside your tight walls, already clenching around it. The squelching from your juices filling the air and ringing in his ears as you pump it in and out of your walls. Gojo matches your speed, tugging at himself as his breath gets choppier. Both rooms echoing with your arousals as you purr his name and he moans yours. Each of you living out your own fantasy. 

You feel your climax nearing so you increase the speed, adding pressure to your clit with your other hand. “Fuck Toru, I’m gong to cum.” you whine, back arching from the bed. “Please. Please.” he whines aloud, hoping none of his servants were walking his quarters. Your orgasm crashed into you like a wave as you ride it out. 

“Shit…m’fuck.” Gojo whines as he shoots his release out, splashing all over his lap, cum hitting his screen.

You take a few moments to collect yourself before gently cleaning up. “Well, I hope you all had as much fun as I did.” you say with a smile. Your chat floods with thank yous and responses until one by one they leave, leaving just you and Gojo. He, on the other side, trying to clean up the mess he made. “And Gojo, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow in class.” you say before signing off. His eyes widen at your message but the stream has ended before he can chat back.

“Oh shit.” he lets out. 

You knew. 

The next day, you sat in your chair patiently waiting for him to enter the classroom. As soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes were on you. That familiar red hue brushes across his face as he approaches you. “Good morning Toru.” you say sweetly. He tries to suppress it but a little groan slips from his chest. You press your lips together to keep from smiling. Throughout class he tries his best to focus on anything but you. But each time he looked at you, flashes from the night before play in his mind and he feels his dick hardening underneath his desk. 

When the bell rings you pack up and head out of class. He opens his mouth to speak but you’re up before he gets a chance. After a quick beat, he stuffs everything in his bag and runs after you. “W-wait..” he calls down the hall. Passerby eyes raise at his actions. The notorious Satoru Gojo, coming undone. 

He catches up with you quickly, chest rising and falling. “Yes, Gojo?” you say innocently. “I-...uh, I, fuck..”  He expresses. You step closer pressing your chest into his, looking up into his eyes, “Yes. Toru.” you say softly. “You…uh.. I’m..” he tries to find the words to say it. How can he? The kogs in his mind spin as he tries to find a respectful way to say what you already knew. You motion for him to come closer. He leans down as you cup a hand around his ear and whisper, “Did you enjoy your stream Toru?” He gasps, hands instinctively coming up and gripping your waist. 

His jaw clenches as he tries to collect himself. You meet his gaze again. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” he says breathlessly. Your heart raced as you respond, knowing full well what you were doing to him. "You think I don’t know?" You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your eyes pierce into his blue ones. "I’ve been watching you just as closely as you’ve been watching me." you say softly. 

His eyes widen at your confession. “The question is… are you going to keep watching or are you ready to play?” you challenge. His adam’s apple throbs as he swallows, processing your words slowly. 

“I..” he takes his time. You wait patiently. Arms wrapped around him still. He takes a deep breath before pulling your body flush to him.

“Let’s play.”

[itsvenera]

Thanks for the headcanons of Itachi and the s/o who has illness🥰. Oh my god your writings are just awesome keep it up❤️💪

Can I request some headcanons of itachi,kakashi,naruto when their s/o is pregnant?🤭

author's note: oh my god, this has been sitting in my drafts forever! I have only one assessment left, so I finally have the chance to catch up with my requests! Thank you so, so much for your patience and for requesting! Hope you enjoy!

➤ Itachi

I think I am going to disappoint a lot of you, but Itachi was definitely not happy when he first learned that his s/o was pregnant.

HEAR ME OUT PLS!

It is not that he is not loving his partner, but given everything that has happened to him and all the decisions he had to make throughout his life, he has promised himself that he would never have children. He didn't want to put them at risk, or worse, make them suffer because of his own mistakes.

The initial reaction was shock.

He was always so careful and they always used protection, so how did that happen??

I imagine he would leave for a few days just so he can clear his head and gather his thoughts.

Itachi is naturally a carer and also loves kids, so it doesn't take him long to come around. After a few days, he is already back to his s/o and they better believe he would not leave them for ANYTHING.

Very overprotective, sometimes quite unreasonable - even in the early stage of the pregnancy, he would insist on taking care of his s/o, cook for them, clean the house etc.

Does not like the idea of his lover leaving the house by themselves, mainly because he is paranoid that either Sasuke or any of his enemies would target them. He always accompanies them when they want to go out, and when he does, he keeps his arm wrapped around their back or shoulders.

As the pregnancy progresses, so do his worries, and if his s/o doesn't want to be overwhelmed by him, they have to set clear boundaries and let him know they need some space to breathe.

Totally a man who would deliver his baby at home!

The moment he heard his baby's cry, he started trembling. No one loves like the Uchiha after all, especially when it comes to their love for their children!

➤ Kakashi

Just like Itachi, for most of his life he was of the firm opinion he DOES NOT want kids.

His s/o, however, was the one that brought up the question at some point in their relationship, and since then he couldn't stop thinking about it.

When his lover told him they were pregnant he was surprised, but not shocked. With the amount of "practice" they were doing, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

I think internally he would be worried and stressing about his s/o, but he would try and act cool about it.

He would purchase dozens of books about pregnancy and would read them all the time. (including during missions and night outs with friends!) Guy and Kurenai would find it cute and would often discuss their own tips with him, while Genma and Anko would roll their eyes at their antics.

Knowing how important is for him to give space to his s/o, he would subtly help around the house, but would still let them go out on their own, do chores or if they are a ninja, even go to low-rank missions.

The more their belly grows, the more fascinated he becomes!

Very touchy - his hands are constantly on his s/o's belly, caressing it or sometimes just holding it.

Kakashi would do that only when his lover is asleep, but he is totally talking to his s/o's stomach and telling his baby random stories.

During the last months, he would also become quite overprotective.

He won't bother his s/o that much, but he won't allow anyone to get close to them, touch their stomach, or bother them for longer than few minutes.

Overall, very supportive and sweet partner, who is going to make his s/o's pregnancy as easy as possible, despite his own fear of failure.

➤ Naruto

0 clue about what's going on! 0!

At first he thinks it is exciting - having a baby is fun, right? You get to dress it, feed it, take it out... it is like playing with a doll!

Buys tons of clothes and toys literally a week after he found out his s/o is pregnant, despite not even knowing the gender yet. (yes, they had to return most of them!)

Comes with a ton of weird names for their little one, because he wants them to be 'unique'. Oinks, Huggy, and Nemar (which is just 'ramen' spelled backward!) were on the top of his list.

The first months are pretty nice and fun! When the hormones start to kick in, however...

I love Naruto, he is one of my fav boys, but I bet my soul that he is so annoying during his s/o's pregnancy!

He would not understand when he needs to give his s/o space and instead will be in their face 24/7. I imagine that he would also (try to) do some housework, but because he put only like 10% effort, his lover would have to constantly go after him and re-do it!

Lots of small petty fights!

Which would always end in Naruto bringing his s/o their favourite snack or takeaway, so it works out!

Very proud to be a future dad - he would go around the whole village, telling everyone how excited he is and how he can't wait to see the baby!

Not scared or nervous at all - he knows that in the end, everything is going to work out! Plus, he and his s/o are going to have each other, so why fear?

His s/o better be prepared to take care of TWO babies, because it would take a long time for this man to become serious and laid back!

cc artwork: Clement Tingry

[sixosix]

EPISODE TWO.

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The time it happened was when Izumi and Koji had been busy with their sports club—and the students who didn’t have anything to attend to stayed behind and finished up work in the classroom. This leaves you, Hinata, and one of the girls in your class who pounces on you the moment you’re alone.

“Hey…” Yuriko starts. She grins slyly, pushing her chair closer to yours until you’re cornered against your desk and the wall. "You and Yukitaka-kun seem pretty close, huh? What’s that all about?”

Warmth builds in your cheeks. “You think so?”

“Don’t act so coy!” Yuriko cackles. “You know everyone in the class thinks so.”

You hide your face with your hands. “It’s embarrassing…!”

As if a dam broke, Yuriko shakes you back and forth by the shoulders like lifelong friends. “Yukitaka is the guy even girls in other classes have a crush on! You’re so lucky!”

You feel pride bloom in your chest. Yeah… Yeah! This is how it goes. Just like the movies, the shows—it’s normal to have rivals. It’s part of the plot, even; for your character development and to further progress your relationship with Izumi. Everyone likes a good jealousy trope.

“So? What are you two?”

You might have bluescreened. “Huh?”

“Are you together?”

You’re not sure what face you’re making by this point, but it must’ve been pretty confusing if Yuriko looks mildly worried. “I— What! No!”

“So you aren’t?”

“So what?”

“Don’t get so upset!” She claps you on the back. Air blows out of your lungs for a good two seconds. Hinata looks over his shoulder, and you flush in embarrassment, realizing that he’s hearing every word of this conversation. “Everyone thinks you’re together except the both of you, apparently. Have you at least confessed to each other?”

“Well… I like him,” you mutter shyly.

“Does he like you back?”

…Does he?

Your eyes widen.

You cannot believe you managed to skip over the most important part—reciprocated feelings! Usually, it’d take a lot longer for that, for the build up of the story. But this is real life! There’s no need for all that nonsense! You have to find out if he does.

“I don’t know yet, but I will soon,” you promise.

Yuriko pales. “That’s pretty threatening. Don’t coerce the guy.”

“I wouldn’t have to. We’re soulmates.”

“...I mean—I guess?”

As fate designed it, you and the three boys grow closer and closer with each Lunch break and free period spent together. It’s all in your plan to make Izumi like you back, but Koji and Shoyo aren’t half-bad, either.

Well, mostly Koji. Shoyo is still a real piece of work. You bicker back and forth endlessly—you with your grudge against his bike, and Shoyo because he’s simply confrontational. But whatever relationship you have with Shoyo doesn’t matter, not when you seem to have progressed with Izumi.

You feel like Izumi feels the same way—he has to be.

“You notice it, too, right, Shoyo?”

“I mean—I dunno…” Hinata trails off awkwardly. He glances around the room nervously. But why would he? It’s just the two of you alone; Yuriko had left. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“But if we’re soulmates, then you don’t worry about stuff like that.” You inch closer to Hinata, nose-to-nose. “Don’t you think so, Shoyo? You think so, too, right?”

Hinata sucks in a sharp breath, turning several shades darker. “I… I—” He shoves your face away, then buries his own in his palms. “I don’t know! Leave me alone!”

You pout. “Aren’t you his best friend? You’re a useless wingman.”

“I didn’t sign up to be one!”

What a real piece of work.

Yuriko wasn’t joking when she said that at least half the class was nudging you in Izumi’s direction. You almost feel bad for Izumi, who looks just as lost as you are when your classmates not-so-subtly push you to each other when the class is forming a crowd. They giggle and smirk, and when Izumi asks you, “What’s going on?”, you have to play dumb. You can’t tell if they’re ruining or accelerating your plan—either way, it’s throwing you just as much as Izumi off.

“I guess they think we make a great pair,” you say. “Or something.”

Izumi mulls it over for a few seconds, before smiling down at you. “Well, they aren’t wrong.”

And because you’re hopeless and harboring a big crush on the guy, you stutter and nearly trip over your own feet. The class explodes and bullies you relentlessly with teasing remarks. Your face is hot, and Izumi doesn’t really get it, but that’s okay. This is peak middle school romance—one of them’s gotta be clueless.

Fortunately, you don’t have to put with any more of that when the teacher walks in and tells everyone off, effectively freeing you from nosy teenagers.

You weren’t prepared for how awkward it would be. If you confess and get rejected, does that mean that the class will know about it as well? What a terrifying pressure to put on your shoulders.

“Are you guys coming over to watch our match?” Izumi asks one day. “We’re going up against some of the top guys. It’ll be fun.”

Hinata emits a wordless sound of excitement. “You can win this, Izumin!”

Izumi giggles. “We don’t have to win—I just want to play.”

Hinata thwacks a hand against Izumi’s back. “Believe in yourself!”

“Okay, okay,” Izumi says placatingly, but he’s still tittering.

“I’ll watch, Izumi,” you say with a beam. You haven’t seen him play before, but you bet that he would look really cool, and you would feel your heart thump-thump the entire time. You’d cheer for him.

Izumi’s smile is less teasing and more genuine and directed at you. “Okay. I’ll see you there.”

Koji gags, shattering the fragile moment that’s carefully bubbled between you two. “Stop it. Gross.”

You fluster, unsure of what to say or if you should even give yourself an excuse. Luckily, Izumi saves you.

“What about you, Shoyo? How’s your volleyball club?”

Hinata pouts. Even his hair and shoulders seem to have deflated. “I’m still the only member. The girls’ club is helping me out, but it’s not the same.”

Koji and Izumi share guilty glances, but it’s not like they can do much for him, either—at least, not in the way Hinata needs.

You wonder, gaze lingering on Hinata.

When Hinata suddenly becomes interested in volleyball, he just has to drag everyone along with him. During lunch, he begs for everyone to steal a ball from the sports club, but you’re all good students, so Hinata ends up asking permission by himself. Serves him right. Izumi is busy enough with basketball, while Koji is too used to using his legs and is not making up for good practice. You just don’t want to play.

“I just want to play,” Hinata whines at you, aiming his puppy eyes that don’t affect you in the slightest.

“Get off me, you midget,” you hiss, knocking him off your shoulders.

He slides away in a pathetic slither. “Break is almost over! Please! Just toss to me!”

“Jeez! Fine!”

Hinata makes a wordless sound of unadulterated glee, classic Hinata.

“But not now. We have a volleyball at home.” You ignore Hinata’s wide smile, feeling rudely affected by it. “Let’s go to the park or something.”

“Really!? You’d do that?”

“Yeah. Sure, I guess.” Hinata keeps smiling wider, and your irritation spikes. “It’s only to get you off my back—I’m not doing you any favors.”

Your annoyed rebuttal is interrupted by Koji’s cough. You and Hinata turn to them with blinking eyes. Izumi and Koji stare at you with something like wonder—like they’re seeing something they missed before.

“Since when did you two get so close?” Koji asks suspiciously.

“Ha?” you and Hinata chorus.

“You call this close?” Then you bury your knuckle on his head, grinning at Hinata’s answering whine. “I hate his guts.”

Izumi laughs. “You two act like you’ve known each other forever.”

You shudder, horrified. “Oh, dear.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hinata says, tugging on your wrist. You’re a bit miffed that he’s only mildly offended. “Come with me; let’s return this to the gym.”

“What? Why do you need someone to come with you—”

Hinata ignores your attempts at nudging his grip off, marching to the gymnasium like he isn’t holding you hostage.

“Why do you have a volleyball at home? Do you play?” he asks.

You thought Hinata would be uninterested in sports compared to Izumi and Koji. You’re not quite sure where this sudden obsession has come from. He just showed up one day in class and declared that he would be the Little Giant… whatever that means.

“My cousin does.”

“Is your cousin a pro?”

“I just know Tenma plays a lot. I dunno.”

“Oh, cool.” Hinata doesn’t loosen his grip even as you reach the gymnasium. He has a powerful grip for someone who looks short and is built like a twig. How surprising. He directs that dumb fucking grin toward you once again, forcing you to look off to the side.

You want to say something to piss him off and wipe that smile off his face, but Hinata goes incredibly still and silent. You follow his gaze and see Yuriko by the corner, staring at you and Hinata weirdly.

“Hi,” you call out, waving.

“H-Hey,” she says, “um, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” then scurries off.

Weird...

Hinata shoulder-checks your side. “Hey.”

You glance over at him briefly; he’s still looking at the spot Yuriko was. “Hey, you.”

“When are you gonna confess to Izumi?”

You gape, mouth hanging uselessly as Hinata keeps his gaze forward.

“I—I mean… I don’t know, really.” Is he trying to change the subject? You bury your face in your hands, steaming from the ears. “Maybe when we graduate? I’m trying to warm up to him first.”

“Do it soon,” Hinata says as if that isn’t the most cryptic thing ever. You have to.”

“What? Why do I have to?”

Hinata huffs a frustrated breath. “Just—trust me, okay? You wanted me to be your wingman, don’t you?”

“You’re not making any sense, weirdo.”

“S-Shut up. I’m trying to help!”

It’s hard to discern if Izumi likes you back. He treats you the same way he treated you when you first met: sweet and nice and soft-spoken, like the Shoujo male lead should act. But he’s not doing anything.

It all changes when you walk home with him in tow. I’ll walk you there, Izumi insists, even though he goes the other direction. Your silly romantic heart flutters at this gentlemanly act, but the somber air prevents you from kicking your feet over it. It’s a haunting silence—something bad is going to happen. You can almost hear the sad music in the air.

“Um,” you start to interrupt the doomed silence. “I heard that you and Koji temporarily joined Hinata’s volleyball club to help him get into the tournament. That’s really sweet.”

Izumi’s face scrunches up. “Yeah.”

You laugh softly. “Don’t be nervous. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Izumi tuts. “I know Shoyo will be alright. He has a good jump.”

“Really?”

“You’ve never seen it?” Izumi tilts his head. “I thought you invited Shoyo over so you could play?”

You shake your head. “No, we haven’t really had the chance to do that. You and Koji should come over, too, when we play. Maybe when school ends.”

Izumi smiles, but seems to remember something that has him frowning. “Hey. Did I tell you about it?” At your confusion, Izumi clarifies, “That I’m moving out for high school. My mom found a good school for me, but that means…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s—” Izumi isn’t staying. Is that why Hinata told you to confess soon? 

Izumi kicks at the grass. “Where are you going to study for college?”

“Karasuno. It’s where my cousin went.”

Izumi appears dejected, casting his gaze to the ground. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You won’t be seeing each other a lot anymore, not like this, at least.

“That’s the same high school Shoyo is going to,” Izumi says. “At least you’ll have company.”

“Izumi,” you say, with a surge of determination, just as Izumi mutters your name. “Ah—you go first.”

“Y/N,” Izumi begins, blushing and rubbing at the nape of his neck. He looks charming like this: shy and boyish; you can see why it’s easy for anyone to have a crush on him. “I really like you, you know? I think you feel the same. I mean—at least that’s what I heard, so…”

“O-Oh.” You hide your face behind your hands. You peek in between two fingers just to see what his reaction is. “I have a really big crush on you.”

You don’t know what face you’re making, but Izumi takes a glance at it and blushes in a deep red. “Yeah,” he stutters. “You’re pretty and smart and nice. But—”

“But you’re moving,” you finish for him.

Izumi sighs. “Yeah.”

You breathe in the somber air, wondering if it was always meant to go like this the moment you met Izumi.

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[tokiwarcube]

can we get general relationship hcs for toki please 🫶

Would you believe me if I told you all that Toki is actually one of my favorite boys? Thank you for your patience!

Nathan HERE ; Pickles HERE ; Skwisgaar HERE ; Murderface HERE ; Charles HERE

Toki wants little more to love and be loved in turn. Despite his notably cold upbringing, he still yearns for that “perfect” relationship. Although surprisingly, Toki doesn’t actually fall all that fast! He really values your friendship, and while he does recognize how pretty and funny you are, he’s not quick to fall. But when he does? Oh, he falls hard. He has to be held back from proposing a week after he realizes how much he really likes you.

When he does decide he wants to pursue a relationship with you, he is refreshingly plain in his intentions. He’s probably the only member of Dethklok who won’t act like a complete dumbass to try and get your attention… assuming he doesn’t take the advice from his bandmates, that is.

The media loves to focus on the cutesy parts of his personality, but nobody ever really hones in on just how much he likes to be in control. It’s a very subtle thing, but it absolutely bleeds through in the romantic sense. It starts with smaller things, like planning dates… and then guiding you through crowds… and then subtly encouraging you to wear his clothes out of the house, and wow, how long have you been staring at him?

He’s overshadowed by Skwisgaar in a lot of sects, but it certainly doesn’t feel like that with you. He has a very special way of commanding your attention, and he uses that to fluster. Often. He lives for it, really.

That’s not to say that there isn’t an equal relationship — you’re just as much of a cornerstone in his life. You've had many a call from Charles, asking you to please get Toki into the studio. And you’re the first person Toki goes to for… most everything! Whether it’s to share a story about a cat he saw on the street, or to nestle himself in your arms after a hard day, you’re always on his mind. He’s nothing if not putty in your hands.

He has so many nicknames for you, many of which are tooth-rottingly sweet. He thinks they’re adorable, and even though the guys rib the hell out of him for it, he refuses to stop using them.

His camera roll all but belongs to you, with how many stolen photos he’s taken. His lockscreen seems to change every other day — he can never seem to choose a favorite!

He’s very clingy in his sleep — part of it has to do with the nightmares that plague him, and he can’t help but subconsciously grip you tighter. It’s usually the only way you’ll know he’s having a nightmare… until he wakes up, stark still, breath caught in his chest. Call to him softly, let him know you’re there, that he’s safe. He won’t say anything, he never does… but eventually he’ll press his face into your chest, and he breathes.

It’s a 50/50 on whether or not he remembers the details in the morning, but he never wants to talk about it, regardless. His past is a scary thing that, in his mind, is left untouched and forgotten. Working through it is hard.

But again, in the morning, all is well. He’s a strong man, and despite the fact that he’s the one curled up in your arms, he imparts this very deep feeling of safety. Just, you know, don’t try to get up before him. He will whine, and he will use his strength to his advantage.

On that note, you’re such a critical part of his morning routine. Mornings (or I suppose afternoons is a better descriptor) are a sacred time for the two of you — hazy and sweet. Although without you, he tends to miss little parts of his upkeep — having you there keeps him on track. Brushing his hair in the morning is just one small part of that routine, and sure, it’s a little thing… but it’s the tenderness that really gets to him. And of course, you start the day without a good morning kiss.

He’s just as clingy while cuddling, too. He loves resting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while you card your fingers through his hair. He’s chatty, too — he’ll talk about anything and everything, occasionally peering up at you to watch you respond. Sometimes he’ll press quick little kisses to your collarbone while you speak too, just because he can.

Needless to say, he’d be a wreck without you on tour, if for whatever reason you couldn’t come along. He’d beg to call whenever you’re free — even if that means the makeup crew has to work around his phone 5 minutes before the show starts.

Please take him to an animal shelter — if you only ever surprise him with one date, let it be a shelter date. With the life he lives (and the curse that seems to have woven its way into his bones), he can’t necessarily have a cat of his own… but that doesn’t mean he can’t make friends with them!

This man gets so, so excited if you engage in his interests with him. He’s so used to being talked down to, being told that his interests are childish or “cute,” so having someone just as excited? Just as passionate? He’s over the moon.

He’s the type to scrapbook all the little moments in your relationship. Saved receipts from your first dinner together; pulled pop-tabs from the drink you shared on a night in; spare tokens from the arcade… it all stays in a little wooden box he keeps on his nightstand. He also regularly gets all of his photos developed, so he can properly glue and press them into his memory book.

[chaoslovesmisery]

Chapter 8. Agreement

******A/N: This chapter designed to be played and read side by side.  Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06: Agreement  and then the first few minutes of Midnight Stealth*****

Sylus hands the Heroine a tablet and a USB.

"By the way, those guys who tried to capture me back at Elysium... were they actually traitors who used to work in Onychinus? They also mentioned a "Mr. Sherman." Who's that?" The Heroine asks.

"Why are you interested in a dead person?" Sylus shares a glance with me before responding. He casually discards fragments of my damaged wing, causing me to wince, while the Heroine appears to ponder something.

"...They must also be after the Aether Core in my body. In a way, your conflict involves me." She asserts firmly. I can't help but think she's half right, yet not entirely accurate.

"No, you left me behind on purpose as bait, didn't you? So you could clean up?" She says hesitantly before turning at him. Sylus and I exchange glances.

"You're the one who offered yourself as bait first!" I argue back but all that's heard is a caw.

"It doesn't matter how deep your hatred is. You've cursed me enough. Get over it. Besides, it was an accident. I didn't mean to injure you. Also, you were stalking me earlier. Even if I did it on purpose, you deserve it." she shoots back crossing her arms glaring at me, her words stinging deeper than I anticipated. Feeling a surge of betrayal, I realize these misunderstandings stem from her ignorance of my true dedication to her, my true identity. However, it's not like she would remember me even if I was in my human form and she doesn't comprehend most of what I say in crow form anyway.

But was she always like this... such a... bitch? The fact that I'm hearing her say that I deserve being injured just because I made the split decision to follow her which also ended up saving her life but it's not like I was even ordered to follow her, this time, at least.

"You can scold me directly, if you want." Sylus says interjecting between me and the Heroine. Under the hazy light Sylus gives me a gentle look knowing how what she said hurt me. There's an awkward silence in the air before the Heroine clears her throat shifting the topic elsewhere.

"When we first met, you said we were 'the same.' You... probably have an Aether Core inside you, too." She says and I look back at him. How much did he reveal to her?

"Mine is in my heart. Yours... Is it in your eye?" she inquires, not quite right, and Sylus pauses before looking down at me. I shake my head subtly, signaling now isn't the right time to tell her.

"Sure. Think of it like that." he concedes.

"My Aether Core doesn't seem to be any different from a normal Protocore, though. It's not very useful. But that's not the case with yours." The Heroine says and Sylus stops moving his hands for a moment, looking at her with a blank expression. How could she say her Aether Core isn't useful? If she only knew...

"It helps me see what people want the most. It exposes the desires that they refuse to admit." Sylus reveals to her. The intensity of their gaze inspires a familiar discomfort. I turn away, realizing how misguided my earlier thoughts were about Sylus and me. Such mundane thoughts I let pass through my mind.

"Have you gone mad?" Sylus asks, startling me. Sylus inches closer, nearly brushing his eyelashes against her cheek.

"I... I'm sorry. I just wanted to get a closer look at your Aether core." she stammers, looking away thinking for a moment.

"You like it when people do that...?" She says meeting his gaze and takes a deep breath.

"Didn't you want to resonate with me? Do you want to try again?" she says breaking the awkward silence before seizing his hand fervently. My heart sinks.

"Come on. I'll use both hands this time." She insists. I glare at Sylus frustrated that he remains unfazed by her advances. It seems as if she's reeled him in again, and I struggle to suppress my mounting anger.

"He looks good. He looks good. He looks good..." The Heroine chants to herself as if trying to encourage her to somehow like him.

"I can hear you talking." He responds dryly to her muttered praises.

"Enjoy it. This is one of the two good things I can think about you." She sheepishly says. Of course, she finds him attractive—who wouldn't? My gaze fixates on their hands intertwined, unable to divert my thoughts. I try to move away from them but Sylus' free hand is still holding me from leaving.

"You already know I entered the N09 Zone to get the Aether Core that's at the auction. And since you want to resonate with me. I have an idea. I don't know if I should say it, though." She says.

"Then don't." He coolly says while looking down at me. There's something in his eyes that I can't read but I don't understand it. Why won't he just let me go?

"But I can't resonate with you because I reject you on a subconscious level. That means my Evol is controlled by my emotions." She says and I think back to what I warned of Sylus before he had gone to the Shopkeeper. Ha, I told you so.

"Changing a person's feelings might be difficult, but it won't be that hard... I think. " She says letting go of his hand and crossing her arms. She's right about that, I'm sure she'll change her mind over whatever love interest she is currently invested in to go back to Sylus. I should be happy for him, but I just feel a sort of emptiness instead.

"There's an easy solution right in front of us. Help me get the Aether Core and ensure my safety by escorting me out of the N109 Zone. You'll be able to use me as bait to clean up, right?" she asserts, her confidence gleaming in her eyes.

"It's almost as if your face is saying you're doing me a huge favor." Sylus says, raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I don't know why you insist on resonating with me, but as long as you're willing to help me, I'll help you." She says earnestly but Sylus just looks at her indifferently.

"That's not enough," he responds.

"Then what do you want? Should I beg? I can do it." Her brow furrows at the challenge. I can vaguely remember where this is headed because of the game.

"Or we could do this. "Sylus suddenly opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a jewel-encrusted crow brooch.

"If you can take this from me within 24 hours, I'll agree to your terms." His voice is calm yet charged with a challenge, leaving the air thick with anticipation and the promise of stakes that are suddenly much higher.

"Do you test people before you work with them? Are you testing my skills? My intelligence? Or my values?" She demands, annoyance etched across her features. Sylus glances down at me, and I can't help but roll my eyes. I've been through that gauntlet before, and it was very much all of the above. Seizing the moment, she lunges for the brooch while he's distracted by my presence, but before she can lay a finger on it, he reacts with startling speed, the brooch vanishing as if it had never existed.

"Only when you have a bargaining child can you make a deal." He states matter-of-factly, rising to his full height while still cradling me in his hands.

"And since you're the one who proposed this, use your own methods. You should be thankful the goal is clear enough this time." He adds with a hint of mockery before heading toward the elevator, pressing the button for our penthouse on the top floor of the building. As the doors slides shut, I shift back into my human form, curiosity piqued.

"What was all that about?" I inquire, stretching my arms as I survey my metal limb, noticing how Sylus has expertly repaired the damaged parts and the prosthetic skin begins to cover it, hiding the metal parts from the world to see. Before I can fully appreciate his handiwork, Sylus suddenly presses his body against mine, pinning me against the wall of the elevator. My breath hitches as the warmth radiating from him sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins.

"Now we are going to discuss your punishment." He murmurs lowly, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

"Um, on second thought, never mind." I stammer, instinctively starting to shift back into my crow form, but he grips my arm, preventing my escape. Just as the elevator dings, I spot my chance. I duck low and bolt from his hold, sprinting as fast as my legs will carry me.

"Mephisto!" I can hear Sylus' thunderous voice echoing through the corridor as I sprint down the hall. I'm mere seconds from reaching my room when I see Sylus materialize in front of me, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my heart flutter. I slam into his body, and he wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground as he effortlessly transports me into his unit.

"No!" I scream in surprise, struggling to free myself from his grip. But it's too late; he slams the door shut behind us, trapping me inside. He strides past the kitchen, his footsteps echoing through the silent space before disappearing into his bedroom.

"Sylus, can we please talk about this?" I plead and he tosses me on the bed and stares at me. He walks away and I manage to catch a glimpse of him as he tosses his shirt aside, revealing a chiseled torso glistening with a fine layer of sweat. My face grows hot as my gaze drifts down his chest, my eyes involuntarily drawn to the rippling muscles that seem to shift beneath his skin. I feel my pulse racing as I try to look away, but my eyes linger on the sight of him unbuckling his pants.

"I'm going to take a shower, care to join?" He says nonchalantly as I can hear his clothes drop on the floor along with my jaw.

"N-Nope! I- I'll shower after." I stammer, falling off the bed, mortified by the sudden intimacy of the situation. Sylus just chuckles, his voice dropping with amusement.

"Midnight, come to my room after she leaves attempting to get the brooch." His pants drop to the floor, and I turn away, unable to bear the sight of him standing there. He's almost completely exposed but confidently unapologetic, with only a thin black fabric of his boxers covering himself. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts. Water, moonlight, Holy water.

I feel his fingers tracing a path down my neck, sending shivers coursing through my veins and heat to my face as he pushes my long hair aside, exposing my bare shoulders. I chose today of all days to wear a halter top. His breath whispers against my skin, making me shiver in response. His arms wrap around me once more.

"Don't mistake my kindness for her as anything else, other than the common past we share." He whispers in my ear, holding me close. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I struggle to process the intensity of his words. I feel his teeth grazing my shoulder, and I suppress a moan, covering my mouth with a trembling hand.

"Shhh, she'll be here soon. You don't want her to catch you?" He says teasingly.

"After all I did to cover up your gender so even if you end up in your human form in front of her, she wouldn't be able to put together that you can shift to a crow." His breath tickles my ear.

"I'll take a shower first, you stay here. But just so you know she'll be here soon. Here." He says placing the brooch in hand. My thumb runs over the red jewel.

"Hold this for me, until I get out." He says, his eyes never leaving mine. I nod, still trying to process the intensity of the situation. I hear the sound of his boxers falling to the floor, echoing throughout the room. I take a deep breath and try to focus on my surroundings. I shift back into my crow form and sit perched next to the shower, trying not to think about the intimate moment we just shared. But before I can fully compose myself, I hear the sound of running water from the shower.

I close my eyes, trying to maintain my composure but it's hard not to imagine what could have been if I had agreed to join him in the shower. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts, clean thoughts.

As I open my eyes again, I'm met with an unexpected sight. The Heroine is crawling on the floor next to the nightstand. Her eyes scan the surface before she opens the drawer and rummages through its contents, unable to find what she's looking for. She sighs loudly before her eyes scan the room, her gaze falling upon the bed, where Sylus' robe lies neatly folded.

"Huh? Don't tell me..." She approaches it, reaching for the pocket and feeling around the fabric before letting out a defeated sigh.

"Not in this pocket... Or this one either..." The Heroine groans in frustration.

"It's not here or there! It's gone!" She searches around the room more.

"I searched every nook and cranny... Where else could it be?! Did he take it into the bathroom...?" She says talking to herself out loud. My eyes lock onto hers as she closes the drawer and looks up, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Tell me. Did you eat it?" she demands, her voice dripping with accusation while pointing at me. I remain silent, knowing that responding would only lead to further misinterpretation.

"Yes or no?" She says picking me up and begins shaking me. What the actual fuck, this bitch! I glare at her as she puts me back on the stand I was sitting on. I'm going to kill her. Sylus must have sensed my intrusive thoughts taking over because he suddenly turned off the shower.

"Dammit! I need to hide..." She mutters, but I can't help but chuckle to myself—good luck with that. She darts behind one of Sylus' desks just as he emerges from the shower, a towel draped over his shoulder and another clinging tightly against his waist. The phone rings, and an amused glint flickers in my eyes as I watch the Heroine desperately attempt to escape, relishing the unfolding drama.

"Mr. Sylus, we found a list of all the attendees from that night at The Nest." The voice says after Sylus puts the phone on speaker.

"Hmm," he replies absently, his gaze wandering as the heroine inches closer to eavesdrop.

"About that night..." The voice on the other line starts when I see that the heroine crawls closer to listen but Sylus with trademark sharpness, glances down at her, chuckling, catching her red-handed.

"Mr. Sylus?" The voice on the phone asks, oblivious to the current tension in the room.

"It's nothing. Just a stray cat who happened to barge in." He says and with a casual flick of his wrist, his Evol binds her wrists in a cruel yet playful restraint.

"You didn't need to do that. I'll-" she begins, only to be hoisted into the air by his Evol.

"I-I'll leave you alone now...!" The voice on the phone stammers, clearly misreading the chaotic scene playing out, and with an abrupt click, the call disconnects. He lowers the Heroine gently to the floor, and before I know it, she bolts from the room.

A grin creeps across my face as I shift back into my human form, just in time for Sylus to turn and lock his piercing gaze on me.

"Looks like you'll be quite preoccupied with her for a bit, so I think I'll take my exit," I say warily, making my way toward the fire escape nestled in the shadows at the back of his room. With a wave of his wrist he's transported me onto his bed while he puts on his robe. He tosses me the towel that was once around his neck.

"Dry my hair for me." he demands.

"You're not a child." I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Should I ask her to come back instead?" He raises an eyebrow, a devilish glint in his gaze. I look at him, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"Sit." I instruct, and he smoothly complies sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as I prepare to position myself behind him, he unexpectedly grabs my arm, pulling me onto his lap with a gentle yet firm grip. I instinctively try to rise, but his arms encircle me, holding me firmly in place despite my glare. A smug smirk dances on his lips as I relent, placing the towel atop his head and drying his hair. A cozy silence envelops us, punctuated only by the shifting of fabric.

"I want you to place the brooch on me, kitten." He says and I freeze remembering how he referred to the Heroine as a cat earlier.

"Don't refer to me as a cat anymore, you can refer to her as that but I'll always be a crow." I assert, my voice steady. He grabs my long hair, placing it against his lips.

"Anything you want, little bird." He says with a grin that ignites an unwelcome warmth in my chest.

"You're done, am I free to leave?" I ask, a light laugh escaping my lips, yet his response is as playful as it is final.

"No, you're staying with me. You also need to hide the brooch for me." He says and in a swift motion, he lifts me and carries me to his study. We settled on the couch, me straddling on his lap and my fingers tracing his chest lightly. I feel his breath hitch beneath my touch, my hand moves to graze the invisible scar etched into his skin where the Heroine's sword once pierced. I can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath my palm, a nourishing pulse that binds us both in a fragile, charged tension.

"Is this my own heartbeat? It's noisy" He remarks, an amused glimmer in his eye as he takes my hand away from his chest. He pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The closeness sends a heat flush to my cheeks, and I quickly avert my gaze, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. I grab his reading glasses from the coffee table and put them on him and he smiles.

Suddenly, the door to the study creaks open, and panic surges through me. I jump off his lap and duck behind the couch, my heart racing. I hear the Heroine enter, her movements stealthy, but Sylus is quicker—he lifts her effortlessly with his Evol and cuffs her in one fluid motion before putting her back on the ground.

My own strength falters, a consequence of my Evol being overused earlier alongside my shifting that makes me feel too drained to change forms.

"Get out," Sylus says coldly, and I freeze, momentarily mistaking the command for me until I hear her indignant "Hmph" as she steps away. The sound of the door closing snaps me back, and Sylus then stands, reaching a hand towards me. I grasp it, feeling the warmth of his skin envelop mine as he pulls me up.

"Where are you going to hide the brooch for me?" He inquires. I retrieve the brooch from my back pocket. My eyes lock onto his, a magnetic pull that draws my attention down his neck, before lingering on the contours of his bare chest. Slowly, I step closer, tracing the elegant collar of his robe with my fingers, lifting the right side to pin the brooch beneath it.

"Keep it under your collar. I'm sure she'll find it in no time, I'm sure of it" I say my smile faltering thinking of her getting close. I concerned with the thought Sylus may still be having anxiety attacks of that night from the last time he was with the Heroine during my last life. Not only that but I can vaguely remember vaguely from another previous life that she would come back a few more times and he would eventually let her find it, turning a shared conflict into a moment of intimacy that seemed destined to draw them closer.

I take a step back, feeling his careful gaze on me as I make my way toward the door. I open it, hesitating just for a heartbeat, half-expecting him to call me back, but he remains silent.

"Midnight on the dot, Mephisto," he warns, his voice steady yet layered with unsaid emotions, causing me to pause. My eyes dart to the clock in the corner of the room—only three hours remain. With a newfound determination, I walk out, resolved to create a mental barrier between Sylus and myself and one for my heart.

I have to remind myself to view him as merely a game character or as an old friend I'd known for ages. But as I step away, I can't help but feel the lingering tension, a thread connecting our fates that refuses to sever easily.

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A/N:

This chapter designed to be played and read side by side. PLEASE NOTE NOT ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE PLAY AND READ SIDE BY SIDE. The chapters will note it and the others may be "based" or referenced of the chapters to make sense with my storyline. Thank you for reading my fanfic!

Chapter based off of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06 and the first few minutes of Midnight Stealth

Read/Played in order:

1. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06- Agreement

2. Midnight Stealth: Bond Story (first few minutes)

[icurwithme]

Pairs

All their friends were pairing up. Even Haruka had a boyfriend, as unbelievable as that was.

Sousuke wasn't jealous or anything. Really, he wasn't. It's just that being single in a group of rowdy (i.e. meddlesome) friends was tough.

They never shut up about his love life, or lack thereof. All while flaunting their happy relationships in front of him.

Okay. So, maybe he was a little jealous.

At least Tachibana was in the same boat. He'd never heard him talk about a love interest. What was wrong with them? They were two reasonably good-looking guys. There had to be someone out there for them.

They were at another gathering of extended friends and Rin had just gotten through another diatribe on how Sousuke shouldn't be alone. Sousuke'd had enough so he wandered off for some peace.

He came across Tachibana sitting on the couch sipping a drink. "Ah, a sane person," he said as he flopped down next to him.

Makoto chuckled. "Rin getting on your nerves again?" It was the truth that as good of friends as they were, they were also each others' biggest irritations.

Sousuke sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah. He just won't shut up about this dating thing." He glanced at the other man. "You know how it is, I'm sure." He gave him a backhanded slap on the arm. "I bet they don't leave you alone, either."

A strange look passed over his face that Sousuke couldn't place. "My case is a bit different."

Sousuke's eyebrows rose. "Oh? How so?"

A blush tinted Makoto's cheeks. "There's someone I like, but, um, we're not together."

Sousuke was trying to process that in his brain, and by the time he came back to the world Makoto had been called out of the room to help with something.

In the weeks that followed it stayed on Sousuke's mind. Why wasn't Makoto with the person he liked? Did they reject him? Who would do that? He was perfect. Handsome, honest, loyal, smart. What wasn't there to love?

He tried to subtly ask around about it to their friends. Most gave him disapproving, if not cold looks (honestly, he didn't understand that), and refused to answer.

Was liking this person shameful? Like a coach or somebody's mother? He wasn't sure why this was bugging him but it did. He had no clue who was Makoto's type.

It all came to a head when Nanase cornered him. "Stop poking around in Makoto's love life," he threatened in no uncertain terms.

Sousuke bristled. "Like you and Rin poke around in it?" He relished (though he shouldn't) the look on the swimmer's face.

"I wish he had better taste, and I can't dissuade how he feels, but you shouldn't be sticking your nose where it doesn't belong." With that Nanase left.

Sousuke was mad, and more curious than ever, as to who this mystery person was. Honestly, he was coming to despise whoever it was. They were blind if they couldn't see what a catch Makoto was.

He almost wished he knew who it was so he could punch them. They didn't deserve Makoto. He was too good for them.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. Sousuke was surprised to find the very person who'd been occupying his thoughts. "Makoto. Come in."

Green eyes crinkled in an unconvincing smile. "Thanks. I hope I wasn't disturbing?"

Sousuke shook his head. "No, I was just thinking." 'Mostly about you.'

"Oh," he took a breath. "I heard Haru came to see you today."

Warning bells went off in Sousuke's head. "Um, yeah."

Makoto faced him with his hands on his hips. "Was it because you've been asking around about who it is I like?"

Sousuke blanched, he knew! He rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess?"

"Why does this matter so much to you?"

Now that was the question, wasn't it? He swallowed around the knot in his throat. "Because whoever it is is an idiot, and you shouldn't be with an idiot!" He couldn't stop the words spewing out of his mouth.

Makoto's eyebrows rose, making his impossibly green eyes seem larger. "An idiot?"

"Yes! If this person can't see that you're the best, then they're an idiot. Heck, I'd date you in a heartbeat."

Makoto was silent as he stared at Sousuke. "You would date me?" his voice had gone quiet.

Sousuke froze where he stood. Did he just say that? He did, didn't he? It was the truth too, he could feel it. "I would." He would, if given the chance. Why, oh why, did he want that chance so bad?

Makoto seemed to shake himself out of whatever was going on in his head. "What if the reason I'm not with the person I like is because I haven't told them how I feel?"

That knocked all the wind out of his sails. "You haven't told them? Why?"

Makoto shrugged one shoulder. "Fear of rejection, not wanting to ruin our friendship, take your pick."

A friend? Was it someone he knew? He approached the other man and took his hand. "You need to say something. You may be surprised, and they could feel the same way."

Conflicting emotions passed over Makoto's face but he didn't try to retrieve his hand. After an agonizing minute he took a deep breath. "Sousuke, would you consider going out with me?"

Dark brows furrowed. "I said I would. What..."

He was so dense. He really was A. Fucking. Idiot. He shut his eyes to collect himself.

He felt Makoto squeeze his hand. That wonderful sweet man. Oh, God he didn't deserve him.

Finally, he opened his eyes and slid his arms around the other man's waist. "I would be honored to take you on a date."

Makoto's smile rivaled the sun.

At least now, Sousuke was part of a pair, and he can get his well-meaning (nosy) friends off his back.

But more than that, he had the sweetest boyfriend in the world.

[abubblingcandle]

Hey, do you have the word/name spider in any of your wips?

I'm assuming I know where you are going anon with the "name" request subtly slipped in there so I'll bite. I only have one scene involving Spider at the moment as most of my fics are like end of S3/S4 set.

But I do have a scene from what is going to be a fic called Not Getting Off So Easy that I've talked about here. However I'm not sure I want it in there any more (it's a tangent that isn't really nessecary) and really like it but don't really know what to do with it so thought I might as well post the whole thing here now!

“Thank you dear,” James smirked as he walked into Taverner’s office, nodding to the agent who had walked him up. “Diana good to see you again. Thanks for the reference by the way. Chieftan is a much better fit for me that The Park ever was,” he chuckled, looking out of the window and down into the bullpen that he thought would be where he lived his life. It didn’t surprise anyone that River had burnt out and plummeted to the depths of the service. It was only nepotism that meant he still had a job, if you could call Slough House a job that was. But James had always thought that he would serve out his time here, rise through the ranks, thrive. “Glad to hear it,” Diana sighed, coming to stand next to him. “Your plan for the Tiger Team reminded me why I did it,” she turned to face him. James did the same, squaring up to her in a way that he never dared to when he was one of 5’s. Her stare burrowed into him. James flinched away far quicker than he would ever admit to having done. “I want to know what you are doing to try and remedy this situation. I know Guy came to see you,” she asked. James barked a laugh, “yes. I didn’t give her anything of course. One of the joys of the job, being about manipulate the slow horses, Cartwright.” Diana’s face was tense. James stopped, his smile dying on his face. “The plan worked, Cartwright was the perfect pansy. He played his part like a fiddle.” It happened in a flash, one moment he was thinking of how to explain that the Tiger Team going rogue wasn’t his fault and the next he was stumbling backwards with his hand held to his smarting cheek. “You see there, Spider,” Diana spat his hated nickname. “I had such a good plan. Place you with Chieftan to show them our vulnerabilities, embarrass Dame Ingrid, it is so complicated and I was keeping it all on track until you,” she tutted, leaning back against her desk. James held his jaw, she had just slapped him. “You can’t, I didn’t. I didn’t fuck this up. I didn’t pick that team for this. My plan worked,” he argued. “Your plan was flawed from the outset. My plan was perfect until you. There is one thing that you never involve in a good, stable plan. You know what that is?” Diana asked, the fury coming off her in waves. Even if James did have an answer to her question, his mouth was hanging slightly open and rapid breaths tearing through him. He couldn’t answer even if he did want to. “River fucking Cartwright. Any plan, no matter how good you think it is, survives contact with River Cartwright,” Diana stated simply. “As soon as you picked him for your little game, all of this was doomed.”

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are you?

Like I promised! Another fic!

Dear 🙊, I hope you like it!

Enjoy!

Ok so, i was thinking of skz in a free day, and they go out for dinner to a restaurant that is a bit far away, so they have to go by car. the long ride messes with lee know a little, but he forgets it when they arrive.

they order dinner and all good at first, but on the ride back lee know sits at the back and he starts to feel worse, but doesn’t say anything yet.

at the dorm, he goes straight to the bathroom to be sick but tells the others he’s gonna shower (he’s not, obv)

since he doesn’t feel any better and his stomach starts to cramp bad as well as still feeling the nausea, he goes to the living room to wait for it to settle before going to bed.

it’s late and the rest are in their bedrooms but 3racha are still there (finishing a song or doing whatever), so he just tells them he’s gonna stay there with them for a bit since he doesn’t feel well, and they try to subtly make him feel better, but in the end he gets sick again (can write whatever you want from there on)

JUST A CASE OF BAD LUCK

Free day, a rare thing in the busy life of idols, specially SKZ, who seemed to be making comebacks left and right with no break in between.

To celebrate their efforts in preparing the next album, although there was still a lot to do, but they deserved it, they decided to go out for dinner in a restaurant they really liked but was a little far from their area, which was good because it meant less chance of paparazzi.

They all gathered inside the car and the manager started the hour-long drive to the restaurant. They were excited about it and also kept talking about the new songs, choreographies, and photoshoots.

Lee Know took part in some of the conversation, but the drive was starting to take its toll on his tired body. The movement of the car starts to make him feel a little queasy, with an uneasy feeling lingering around. He didn't feel like throwing up but the thought of food wasn't amusing him anymore, if anything he wanted to get it over with and go home.

The nausea was mixing with hunger and that combo was definitely not pleasant, because he wanted to eat but was afraid of getting sick.

After a tiring 1 hour drive, they arrived at the restaurant and the manager had to deal with 8 hungry, hyped kids. Lee Know felt better once he was out of the car and the combo he was feeling, was replaced with only hunger and he couldn't wait to eat.

To say the food was good was an understatement, it was delicious, Lee Know enjoyed every single bite, after all, there's nothing better than to be rewarded after a long day's work.

They all talked and had fun along with the manager, some of them drank just a little bit, and the others were completely focused on eating.

Since it was getting late, they needed to go home, especially now that their bellies were full, the thing they wanted the most was sleep, anywhere, anytime.

For the ride back, Lee Know sat at the very back of the car, meaning his only field of view was the other members. As the drive went on, Lee Know was starting to feel the consequences of sitting at the far back of the car after a huge meal. Not being able to see the road, along with the constant rocking of the car due to the pavement and being full was doing a number on his already unsettled stomach. It was in absolute turmoil but he didn't tell the others, he'd rather deal with it on his own but oh boy was it difficult.

After another 30 minutes, due to traffic, they arrived at the dorms. Once the car came to a stop, Lee Know didn't know whether he felt relieved or not because he was afraid of moving and triggering his stomach. He took deep breaths as the others exited the van and then came out himself but being on solid ground didn't provide him the comfort he thought it would. Instead, being upright made him aware of how bad his stomach was feeling and the nausea that kept building up on the ride was now fully settled in, he needed to get to the bathroom now.

He got on the elevator with the others, staying unusually quiet but the boys didn't ask him about it since he was probably tired. But the more he thought about getting home, the more unsettled his stomach felt and now that they were close to their floor, his stomach jumped wanting to send its contents up his throat but he clenched his fists and managed to calm it down.

But once they were at their door, it jumped again warning him he had no other choice, he needed to get to the bathroom immediately or he'd vomit on the entrance.

- I'm gonna go shower.

He lied and barely managed to say that, sensing that if he tried to say anything else it wouldn't end well, and hurriedly made his way to the bathroom.

The boys were a little dumbfounded but didn't make much of it and went on to do their things.

Lee Know closed the door behind him and hurriedly turned on the shower to convince the others he was indeed showering and muffle the sound of him throwing up the dinner he just had.

He quickly opened the toilet as he lost the battle against his stomach, vomit escaping his lips and hitting the edges of the toilet.

- Shit.

He cursed quietly and another cramp made him gag up another thick stream of undigested chunky food, the fact that he had just eaten making him feel even worse due to the texture of the food on his throat and mouth coming back up.

He rocked back and forth as his stomach cramped and made him gag unproductively a few times before a rather productive one gushed out of him, coming out through his nose as well.

He could only hope no one was hearing him being miserable inside the bathroom and that the sound of the water was doing a good job muffling the noises.

Another gag brought up what seemed to be the last of it along with some bile. He flushed the toilet and straightened his back, taking deep breaths and making sure his stomach was better. It wasn't, but the nausea was bearable so he did indeed step into the shower, he needed to calm down and wash that gross feeling.

He finished his shower and stood by the sink, looking at the mirror and seeing his complexion wasn't looking the greatest but he could brush it off as just being tired. He thought that after throwing up that much his stomach would be somewhat settled now but it wasn't, it was still cramping and throughout the shower, the nausea had increased a little.

He took a few deep breaths as he contemplated his choices: go to the bedroom, lay down, and risk throwing up on the bed or the floor, or go to the living room, sit on the couch, and hopefully wait for it to settle before going to bed.

The latter it is. He washed his face one more time and made his way to the living room where the others were.

- Hyung, you okay?

- Yeah. I was just tired and the hot water felt good.

- That's something an old man would say~

Hyunjin teased earning a death stare from Lee Know who was ready to get tissues and turn on the air fryer.

- Sorry.

He said bowing his head and making the others laugh.

Lee Know sat on the couch and grabbed a pillow to hug since his stomach was not giving him a break.

The boys were watching TV, some were on the computer, on their phones and Lee Know tried to focus on the TV, and from time to time his stomach would cramp making him grip the pillow tightly until it went away. And it stayed like that for a long time, which meant that no matter how tired he was going to bed was still not an option.

As the night went on, the boys went to their bedrooms, and by 3 AM everyone was in their bedrooms, except for Lee Know and 3racha who decided to stay up to work on some songs.

Lee Know knew they would find it strange that he was still up so when they turned to him and before they could ask anything, he just opened up.

- I'll stick around for a bit...I don't feel well...

The confused faces now turned into worried ones.

- What's wrong hyung?

- It's just my stomach...it doesn't feel good.

- Stay with us then, if you feel anything say it, okay?

- Alright.

The three boys tried to focus on the music and also tried to help Lee Know, by making him listen to some of the song samples, maybe that would distract him.

At first, it worked and he did give some opinions on the songs, but eventually, his stomach started cramping even worse than before and he grew quiet.

He just sunk into the couch hugging the pillow and wishing he'd just melt into the couch. And the boys noticed the change in behavior.

- Hey, Lee Know-yah, are you okay?

Chan said, tapping the younger boy's knee.

Lee Know just nodded a no, sensing his stomach could send everything up at any minute.

Lee Know then felt the nausea increase rapidly, his stomach contracted and the color drained from his face, he could feel the vomit coming up.

- Changbin-ah, grab a bucket, he's gonna throw up. Han-ah, get some water.

The two boys quickly obeyed the leader's order and we're out of the living room in a flash.

Changbin arrived with the bucket just in time, placing it by Lee Know's feet.

- Here.

Lee Know bent forward and a wet burp brought up even more undigested food hitting the bucket with a disgusting sound.

Chan and Han kept rubbing Lee Know's back up and down, trying to comfort him as he puked up another wave. After the second wave, his stomach gave him a little break, enough for the others to try to understand what was going on. Changbin took the opportunity to take the bucket away before the smell or sight could make Lee Know sick again.

- Hey, you okay?

- No...it's cramping and the nausea won't go away...

- Was it the food?

Changbin asked giving Lee Know the bottle so he could drink a little bit.

- No...

- It would be weird if it was the food, some of us ate the same thing.

- Yeah. Then what was it?

- The ride... started bothering me before we got to the restaurant...but once we were there it stopped...but then the ride back just made everything worse...

- So when you said you were gonna take a shower, you were actually being sick, right?

Chan said with an assertive tone of voice, one that showed that he was both worried and upset he didn't say anything.

- why didn't you say anything?

Han asked with that cute quokka face, one that made Lee Know smile.

- I didn't want to worry you guys...and I really thought it would go away, that it was just a bit of carsickness...

- Don't hide anything from us, okay?

- O-okay...

He said choking and Changbin quickly appeared in front of him with a plastic bag where the boy gagged a few times before another wave came up, a little more liquid since he had just drank water.

- Get everything out. You're doing good.

Chan reassured rubbing his back along with Han and Changbin kept holding the bag for his hyung.

- Aigoo, hyung~

He said with a cute voice, trying to lighten up the mood and also tease him a little since they matched each other's energy so much.

Lee Know coughed up a thin stream of bile and saliva with only a bit of undigested food and then was left dry heaving over the filled bag.

- Hyung? Do you think you're done?

- Yeah...

He said weakly, voice raspy from the strain.

Chan made him sit back on the couch and do a few breathing exercises to calm down a bit.

- Do you wanna go lie down?

- No, not really...

The boy shared a bedroom with other members and the last thing he wanted was to get the others' attention as well.

- We'll sleep here then.

Chan suggested, his father-like instincts telling him Lee Know wasn't 100% yet and being around in case he needed was the wisest choice.

- Changbin-ah, get that bucket and leave it here, with a plastic bag so we don't need to keep washing it all the time. Han, can you grab some pillows, blankets, and mattresses?

- Yes, hyung.

They both said already leaving the living room to get the stuff.

- It's okay, hyung. I can sleep here by myself.

- No. You don't have a say in this. I know you don't want to sleep with the others and worry them and I'm not letting you sleep alone here.

- Okay.

Changbin and Han got back with everything they'd need for a night in the living room, spreading the mattresses close to the couch where Lee Know would be sleeping because it was a bit more comfortable than sleeping on the floor.

Chan gave an antiemetic to Lee Know to see if it would help him sleep through the night without vomiting again and tucked him into bed.

- Thanks, kids. Thanks, Chan-hyung.

- No need to thank us.

They all said smiling at an almost sleeping Lee Know.

Chan, Han, and Changbin all lay down and kept working on their stuff and took turns throughout the night to help Lee Know who got sick a few times.

It would usually mortify him to be like this in front of the others but he couldn't be more thankful to his dongsaengs and his only hyung.

[loveoaths]

it fucking kills me that i have seen NO ONE talking about the reaction jess jordan, kendall roy’s assistant, has. because it is jess, and rava and sophie roy, who have the reactions that twitter and reddit and all the succession lovers are looking for in shiv, for some goddamn reason. it’s jess who not so subtly pleads with greg to delay calling the election, who is blown off dismissively and ignorantly by greg who cannot understand or even SEE how strong of a panic reaction she is havjng. to him, and every other roy and tom and everyone else at their level, this is just another crazy day with literally zero consequences. a fascist dictator president will literally not change the quality of their lives as rich white people. but it will change jess’ life, as a biracial woman. it will change rava and sophie roy’s lives, in spite of kendall’s money and protection. and the show purposefully cuts off their reactions — jess blinking fast and breathing hard and about to have a panic attack meltdown in the hallway, rava and sophie scared in the back of an SUV — because the show isn’t about them. the show is about the roys, who do not care about the consequences of their actions, partially because they never have to SEE the consequences of their actions. greg does not see jess freaking out; even when she is clearly panicked in front of her he cannot see her pain and if he could, he wouldn’t care. it’s only when he turns his back on her that she starts to break down, which is a great if painful blocking choice. not only is it realistic — she can’t lose face in her workplace, she can’t react negatively when she works for the guy who owns the Devil Right Wing Fascist TV Network, and she most certainly can’t react any way people don’t like because she is one of the few, if not the only, black women in the building and working for the roys. while greg sighs and laughs about this day being crazy, she is having a meltdown as she fears what this election result means to her. if rava, a wealthy woman of color with a powerful ex husband, is scared, how much more scared is jess? is everyone else under jess?

but the show cuts off her reaction and takes us back to shiv because this show is from the roy’s pov, and this episode is largely from shiv’s pov. shiv “cares about democracy” and the country to an extent, because democracy only effects her to an extent. she knows on paper this election is bad news. she also knows it’s not going to change her life directly because she’s rich. like her brothers, who do not care at all who is President, who only care about which candidate will give them what they want, shiv is more upset because this election means she isn’t getting what she wants. she’s going to lose her power in the potential matsson deal. because that is how the roys chose who would be president: they chose the candidate they could buy and who could sell them control over their interests for the lowest number, and meincken outbid jimenez by a landslide. tldr the reaction people are looking for in shiv and in the roys were there, but in jess and rava. and even rava and jess aren’t progressives, aren’t “feminist icons”, they’re also complicit and victimized all at once, like shiv is, but with far less say and power. it’s almost like… the show about face eating leopards… is making a point that if you get in a cage with a hungry leopard, at some point you will run out of steaks to throw at it and it, too, will eat your face off. huh.

[brown-little-robin]

okay so @quirkle2 sent me an ask about the aftermath of the Teru vs. Mob fight, and I went and wrote out the whole fight in the ask. I'm moving it to this post so that I can answer the Actual Question in the Actual Ask like a normal person. anyway here you go

Teru's Series of Really Bad Decisions

or, How Mob Came Out Of the Teru vs. Mob Fight Completely Unscathed

So here's the thing. Mob's zombie disease colony is pretty invested in keeping its host alive, so even while the fight is happening, he's healing really fast. And despite his top-dog persona, Teru doesn't actually enjoy injuring people. (The sensation of touching another person bothers him—that's why most of his attacks are things like slaps or punches, where he's only in contact with people for a moment before the force of the blow shoves them away. He'll kill or torture people, but he subtly avoids extended contact with them while doing so. It makes him nervous to resort to hands-on violence, because that's how a zombie fights and for his own survival, Teru HAS to act like he's above zombie behavior.)

So it takes Teru a while to work himself up to the point of actually committing to injuring Mob. At first, Teru is just punching him in the chest and stomach, shoving him (he pushes him into the school swimming pool at one point and then has to pull him back out because Mob never learned to swim and is drowning. major L for Teru's pride), taunting him, using blunt force and watching in disbelief while the other boy just takes it and breathes through the pain. He expected Mob to hit back right away, and then Teru would use a bit more strength and intimidate his opponent so much that he'd admit Teru's strength is way beyond him and then they'd be on amicable terms. But that doesn't happen.

Also, Dimple isn't back yet in this AU, so the fight takes place mostly in silence, which weirds Teru out. He's used to fighting with people yelling and screaming around him, and hearing nothing but pained noises and a few confused questions out of his opponent really bothers Teru. He grabs Mob and shakes him, asking why won't you fight back??. He's definitely like Teru! he's got the misty eyes and he's breathing out miasma and he has the healing ability to jerk his arms free of the ropes he was tied with and have the raw rope-scrapes on his arms heal over a minute later, but he won't! fight! back!!

Meanwhile, as Teru is shaking him by the shirt-collars, Mob is having flashbacks to his life wandering as a zombie before the cure. He's remembering Dimple clearer than he ever has before, and he's embracing those memories for once, clinging to his guilt over (he suspects) killing his friend. And, remembering how nice Dimple was to him and Ritsu, how Dimple shared strawberries with them, how he would coax Mob out of the rain, how Dimple reached for Mob's face while Mob's teeth were closing in his arm—he stares at Teru with all the loathing he feels toward himself, for killing Dimple.

Teru says, "What's with that look?"

Mob says, "I was just wondering, why do you feel the need to hurt people who are just trying to live? Do you think you have to, because you're a zombie?"

And Teru, who tries not to think of himself as a zombie, goes, "What?"

"Oh, I was just thinking—there was someone I knew who was a pretty good guy—compared to you. And I hurt him."

That makes Teru drop Mob like a hot potato. He doesn't want to fight like a zombie but he has to get this hypocrite who hurt his own friend and refuses to fight him to DO something—and they happen to be in the home ec room, right by the gas-powered generator for the home ec equipment, so Teru causes a gas explosion on purpose and blocks the door with his body, trying to force Mob to fight his way out to avoid burning alive. That's how Teru ends up losing his perfect hair—he may be special but he's still got zombie disease, his pain receptors don't work right and Mob is coughing too hard in the smoke to warn Teru that the fire ran along the ceiling and got to Teru's hair. The fire is how Mob's clothes get singed. He's not seriously burned, at least not by the time Teru sees him next (Teru rushed to the swimming pool when he realized his hair was on fire), but he's shaken and coughing and smells like smoke.

They both stumble out of the burning school building. Mob has his Moment Of Realization and correctly guesses that Teru's life is completely empty; Teru's acting like this because he's trying to ignore that he's a zombie and has no real friends because everyone is scared of him, and Teru isn't making any effort to live like a person instead of a monster.

That's when Teru just straight-up strangles Mob, throwing away his determination not to fight like a zombie. Mob has already ruined Teru's untouchable appearance and likely condemned Teru to being shot by his own people for causing all this property damage. Teru's life as a human is over already, he thinks. Mob refuses to fight back, passes out, ???% appears, you know how it goes.

And get this: Mob's zombie disease colony has expended a lot of its energy already (consuming its own drones for sheer power) to heal Mob from the blows and the burns, so when ???% puts his body into high gear, the colony registers EMERGENCY CONDITIONS and starts replenishing its energy using anything available—the colony deploys its own disease drones into the entire surrounding area and consumes all of the miasma in the air and water and, STILL not having enough energy for this, dives into Teru's body and eats 90% of Teru's colony. This is the equivalent of ???% absorbing all of the energy in the atmosphere AND Teru's psychic powers, which always makes me hold my breath in canon.

Teru can see this happening, by the way. Like Mob, he can sense the presence of zombie disease in all forms. He senses Kageyama's disease colony suddenly exploding from his body and eating all of the colonies in the area. what a sight to behold.

Anyway, so, yeah, Mob then wakes up with his body fully healed, in front of a burning school building, sensing absolute emptiness all around him.

He can't fix the school building. Not in this au. All he can do is kneel down and cry. He failed to change. He thought he was better now, he thought that he was in control of himself now, but he did it again—he hurt someone on accident again.

And then Teru stumbles over to him with his hip still spasming from where ???% threw him by his leg and goes, "Kageyama, you were right... without our power, we have nothing..."

and Mob looks up to see people stirring around them, and Teru is alive, he didn't kill Teru, he didn't kill anyone, and he goes back to Salt with the Body Improvement Club in a kind of shell-shocked daze.

[tr4gictea]

HEYYYY HERES YOUR FAV NON-ANNON ~

headcanons for genius child/teen reader (around 8 to 16) who would be master at stuff that only people with a phd would start doing (more specifically maths if you don't mind)

Like people at the academia would tremble in fear of this child

You'd have higher-up at the academia begging the child/teen to consider joining the academia when they are the legal age to do so and the child/teen's like "nah" with the most deadpan face ever

They would gang up with al haitham to subtly make fun of paimon, bonding time <3

THEM CORRECTING A CALCULATION ERROR THAT AL HAITHAM HAD MADE LFBGKSKD

Casualy finds solution to problem that the leader of certain nations struggle with ( taxes, mediacl stuff, trade,...)

I just think thats so cute `(>///▂///<)´ <3

❥Masterlist

Tags: teen!reader, platonic, tw: Dottore

A/n: HELLO! I’M BACK! There are definitely spelling mistakes in here, please let me know how i can improve pls. Love u all <3

“(y/n), please at least consider what we’re offering you right now,” One of the scribes of the academia said as you sat across from him sipping a cup of tea in your hand. “You will be getting a full ride scholarship, along with a dorm, and a secured job in the acidemia. Most people would trade their life for this offer.”

Uninterested in his offer you set down your tea, “Yes, but I’m not ‘other people’,”You stood up and the scribe swiftly followed you as you ushered him to the door ”and my answer will be the same as always, no thank you.” You said as you closed the door behind him you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Archons, they're annoying,” You said under your breath, closing your eyes you let your neck fall. You didn’t know why you never accepted the invitation of a lifetime but the acidemia never felt like a place you belonged. All the students there are from the city while you were from the desert which made you feel lesser than the kids at the city. 

When you reopened your eyes you found a letter at your feet with the acidemia mark stamped on it. The guy must have slid the letter under the door. You thought while ripping it open. Sometimes in the letter the left small gifts like chocolate 

Dear (Y/n), 

We formally invite you to the celebration of the Academia’s senior students graduating, blah blah blah, we are so proud of them, blah blah blah, dinner will be provided, blah blah-! WAIT, FREE FOOD?! 

“MOM!”

“Yes?” 

“Can I go to an Academia banquet,” 

She peaked her head out of the kitchen with a questioning look on her face. “Have you finally said yes to the scholarship?”

“Uh, no, they're offering free food.” You said handing her the invitation.

She took it from your hand and scanned over the letter. She let out a hum “Well, alright then,” 

“Thanks Mom!” 

Time Skip :D 

When you arrived at the Academia you were greeted by a sage who showed you around the banquet and introduced you to graduating students. The sage told you about the benefits of coming to the school when he was interrupted by a woman with green eyes. Her outfit was similar to the other academia uniforms but looked altered. 

“Hello (blank), who’s this sweety?” She said as she put her hands on her thighs and bent her knees so she was eye to eye with you. 

“I’m (Y/n),” You said as you raised your hand.

“They are-,” The sage said but got cut off by the woman

She leaned back up and shook your hand “I know who you are, you're the kid that the Academia begging for you to join,” you nodded your head. “Well it’s wonderful to meet you, I’m Lisa. (blank) do you mind if me and (y/n) walk around for a bit?” 

“Actually, no-” He was cut off again by Lisa

ee

“We’ll be back in an hour or two,” Lisa said as she placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you away from the Sage. 

You didn't really mind being taken away Lisa, the sage was boring you so much you felt like falling asleep. Although Lisa seem different from the rest of the folks in the academia.  

You guys walked in silence for a bit until you decided to strike up a conversation. “So you’ve heard of me before?” 

She let out a soft giggle, “Hehe, yes I have kept in contact with some of my old colleagues of mine and they told me about the amount of trouble they are having getting some genius teen from Aaru Village to join the Academia.” 

“Really, I’m that famous?”

“I wouldn’t say famous, more that your name is tossed around in passing conversation.” You hummed in response. “But I do wonder what reason you would turn down the Academia?”

“There is nothing that the Academia will teach me that I already know, the most I could get out of it is a certificate, handshake, and four wasted years.” You started counting off the reasons on your fingers. “And I find a desk job boring, I want to live an exciting life.”

“Hm, well that’s as good a reason as any,” You two continued to talk while walking around, you found her conversations more interesting than those in the academia. Lisa later told you she was the greatest graduate from the Academia but worked as a librarian in Monstat. 

“Sigh, sadly the night has come to an end.” Lisa said. “Though I have enjoyed this talk, I hope to see you in the future little adventurer,” and then she winked at you and waved goodbye. 

Huh, strange lady. 

A week or two later…

You were walking around the academia looking for books on old Khaenri’ah tech, which you later found out all Khanrian text was banned from the main library, key word: main library. The books may be on the shelves of the restricted section rotting away. 

The reason you were looking for these types of books was because those books may had information on what they used to power the giant ruin guard. You may have thought that the giant ruin guard would use the same power device just bigger but you had looked inside the main frame where energy was being pushed to and instead of a chaos device you found a crystal gem that was not native to any gems in other nations. Which is interesting considering the- WAIT OFF TOPIC (Y/N). 

Archons, even in your head you can still go on and on about a topic. Anyways, back to the task on hand. 

After sneaking into the restricted section you searched and searched for at least 1 book on Khaenri’ah but you soon left the library empty handed. While you were wallowing in defeat you didn’t notice a tall sage with his nose in a book walking toward you. 

BUMP

“What the hell man, watch where you’re going!” You said pushing yourself from the ground. Surprisingly the man didn’t fall down and was just looking down on you while you were grabbing papers he dropped on the ground and took a quick glance at the paper. It labeled different plants and their properties for medicine, and you could find a bunch of mistakes from similar looking plants having the opposite names, the math was wrong on the dosage amount, and you guessed that the other papers were similar to this one paper.

“This is all wrong,”

“What?”

“It’s all wrong the dosage amount on the headache medicine would cause spasms to the person if taken all at once. You need to water it down. And the names of cedar and birch tree leaves are mixed up.”

He snatches the page from you and to his surprise you were right, he should have check the paper with Tighnari. He couldn’t believe he was getting corrected by some 14 or 15 year old kid. He may not have shown it but this hurt his ego.

Bonus!

While you were searching in the restricted library you heard the sound of shuffling books which were not coming from you. 

“Mm, ‘we have books about everything’. “ The person said in a mocking voice. “We have everything my ass.” 

Peaking your head around the corner you see a scruffy looking man with fluffy blue hair and red eyes. He had a mask covering his entire face but his eyes and left side of his lips. Suddenly his head snapped toward you. 

“You.” He pointed his finger towards you. You turned around to see if he was talking to someone else. But when you saw none you gave him a confused look and pointed towards yourself.

“Me?”

“Y-YES YOU, come here,” 

You didn’t trust this guy one bit. He looked like he smoked several naka weed cigs before he came here. But you still approached him slowly and when you were close enough he grabbed you harshly by the shoulder and pulled you two together.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, (Y/n),”

“Good, good,” he said while slightly giggling “Now, tell me, do you see any old traditional rituals?”

“Uh,” You scanned across the bookshelf but didn’t find anything on rituals. ”No, I don’t.”

The red eyed man began to let out a loud cackle “heheh… Heheehe… HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH, THE BOOKS ARE GONE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

‘You know what I think that's enough research for today…’ You slowly backed out of the aisle and made your way to the door. All the while the man's laughter never stopped.

[nyoomfruits]

11. "is that so? *subtly smirking*" - loscar?

ebyyyyyy thank you for indulging me oh my god i dont deserve you i love yooouuuu <3<3<3

Miam is so fucking hot, it makes Oscar feel like his brain is melting out of his ears. It’s the only explanation he has really, for when Logan enters the room in the most hideous pair of cargo shorts and the Williams Miami t-shirt and asks, “How do I look?” Oscar responds with, “hot.”

Logan falters in his step, looking slightly startled. “Uh,” Oscar says. “I mean. Yeah,” he doesn’t even know how to explain, because all the explanations in his head somehow lead back to ‘I’m so incredibly in love with you and I have been for forever, actually.

The surprise slowly disappears from Logan’s face and gets replaced with what Oscar can only describe as an absolutely shit eating grin. “Is that so?” He asks, raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m hot?”

For once in his life, Oscar is thankful for the permanent red flush he seems to have on his face. It hides the real one currently burning underneath. “No. What? Fuck off. You’re acceptable looking at best.”

“Oh, Oscar,” Logan says, walking over to where Oscar is sitting on the bed and draping himself all over Oscar’s side. “You think I’m hot. You think I’m attractive.”

“I think you are a nuisance,” Oscar counters, trying to push Logan off.

Logan just laughs loudly and presses closer. “Nah, no fooling me now, bud. You think I’m like, the hottest guy in the paddock.” He leans on Oscar a little more heavily and suddenly Oscar is losing his balance and falling backwards on the bed, Logan following behind.

“Fuck,” he wheezes at the impact. “Will you-“ He grumbles as Logan tries to- He’s not sure what Logan is trying to do, actually. Climb into Oscar’s t-shirt, maybe. Oscar tries to push him off again. “Now you’re just putting words in my mouth, you asshole, will you-“

Logan laughs, loud and wild, and his face is suddenly inches away from Oscar’s, his breath fanning out over Oscar’s cheek, and if Oscar would turn his head, if he would lean up just so, he would-

“Fine, you big baby,” Logan suddenly says, rolling off him, and the spell is broken. “Come on, let’s go get dinner,” he adds, switching topics so fast it’s giving Oscar, who’s still trying to recover from the press of Logan’s body against his, the thought of their lips almost brushing together, goddamn whiplash.

“You suck,” Oscar says, leaning up on his elbows, because it sounds better than, ‘fuck, no, come back, press your body against mine, kiss me until I can’t breathe’.

“Oh, you love me,” Logan says, sauntering out of the bedroom.

Oscar falls back on the bed with a groan. ‘Yeah,’ he can’t help but think bitterly. ‘That’s kind of the problem’.