#i play w/ all boys too with heADSETS AND EVERYTHING

[niki-phoria]

broooo u gotta continue the stories of the fan signs especially nikis !!!

i adore this gif he's so pretty

pairing: niki x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.0k

warnings: (very brief) mentions of homophobia

includes: idol niki x fanboy reader, blushy niki, supportive jay, this can be read by itself, the breaks are supposed to be timeskips lol, i kept it as male reader bc that's what the original request was, i hope that's okay !!

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

ENHA REACTION TO MEETING A FANBOY

requests open !! read my rules first

“hello?”

“hey, it’s y/n,” niki lights up immediately when he recognizes your voice. he pulls his hood further over his head as he rushes out of the building in search of privacy. he waves off jungwon’s confused glance when he’s finally outside. “we met at the fansign earlier.”

“yeah, i remember you,” he smiles though you can’t see it. “it’s good to hear from you.”

“it’s good to hear from you, too.”

“hey, niki- oh, sorry,” jay pauses when he sees the boy on his phone, silently setting his bag down on the ground. niki simply nods, turning his attention back to you. your phone has been propped up against a pile of books to keep you in frame as you continue typing up your assignment. 

“when do you have practice?” 

niki glances up at the clock before turning back to you. “right now, actually,” he chuckles. 

you finally turn back to the camera, lifting up your phone so he can see you more clearly. it’s a small gesture, but he appreciates it all the same. “i’ll call you later, then?” 

he nods with a smile mirroring your own. “i look forward to it.”

“you always say that.”

“i always mean it.” 

you playfully roll your eyes as he chuckles. “bye, niki,” he brings his hand up to form a half heart. it’s become a habit since you first started talking regularly and slowly grew more comfortable around each other. 

“bye y/n.” 

“is that the boy from the fansign?” niki jumps slightly at the question; having forgotten about jay entering the room. 

his face flushes a light pink as he turns his phone off and shoves it back into a pocket of his bag. “his name is y/n.”

“so it is the boy from the fansign,” jay chuckles. he walks closer as niki stands up, joining him in the middle of the room in front of the mirrors. “you guys facetime?”

niki nods. “we’re friends.”

“just friends?” he looks away, ignoring the way his face lights up with a deep blush. jay laughs at his embarrassment as he walks over to pat his shoulder. “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone. besides, i think it’s cute.”

he purses his lips as he wills his face to stop burning, silently grateful for the support. “thanks, hyung.”

niki spends weeks thinking about you and debating whether or not he should take a chance on asking you out before he finally makes up his mind. it’s late - nearing midnight - when his feelings feel too strong to ignore. you’re telling him about your day in between rounds of the newest first person shooter game you found. 

your voice plays clearly through niki’s headset as he plays with his fingers, still silently trying to build up the courage to make the first move. “niki?” 

“what?” he jumps slightly at his name. “sorry, what were you saying?”

“is everything okay? you’ve been quiet for a little while.”

“everything’s fine, i’m just… a little distracted.” 

“are you sure? we can stop for the night if you’re too tired.”

niki sighs a little. his mind swirls with thoughts and possibilities. telling you could mean risking his career if it ever got out. it could mean losing his friends. losing you. 

“i’m okay. i promise.”

“okay.” the few seconds of silence that pass feel agonizing. it’s become common for both of you to go silent while on calls together. it’s a byproduct of spending hours together on phone calls - eventually you run out of things to say. but it’s never felt so suffocating before. “hey, i… have something to tell you, but i don’t want to make things weird.”

“y/n, you could never make things weird between us.” 

niki can hear you take a shaky breath before you continue. “i like boys. like… romantically.” his heart skips a beat for a second before he forces himself to relax again. you liking boys doesn’t mean you like him. he’s so caught up in his own thoughts he almost doesn’t notice when you unnecessarily start trying to explain what you meant. “i know it’s not really accepted here and you probably think it’s weird and-”

“i’m in love with you.” the words escape him before he realizes exactly what they are. his eyes widen and his face flushes a deep red. “i mean…” he sighs, setting his controller down and running a hand over his face. “i have feelings for you. strong feelings. i’ve never felt this way before - about anyone. i just… i’m in love with you.”

“i love you too.” niki’s eyes widen. you let out a nervous laugh as you continue. “i’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

“can i take you out sometime? on a date?”

you smile when you speak again. “i’d like that. tomorrow?”

“i’ll come pick you up.” 

niki’s hand slips into yours as he leads you further down the river. you follow behind him as you hike through the foliage closer to the water. a gentle breeze blows past you every now and then, rustling your hair slightly. 

he squeezes your hand as he leads you over to a small patch of grass near the river bank. a small blanket has been set out, complete with a picnic basket. you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes you. “a picnic?” 

niki shrugs as you smile, leaning over to press a kiss against his cheek. “do you like it?” 

“i love it. thank you.” niki smiles as he feels the weight of your head lean against his shoulder. you let out a small, content sigh as he reaches over to wrap his arm further around your waist. you let yourself relax further against him as he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “you know, i’m really glad i gave you my number,” he whispers. 

you shift to look up at him with a small smile. “i’m really glad i called.” 

niki hums, moving his left hand up to cup your cheek. he smiles as he tilts your face upwards to pull you into a sweet kiss - only the first of many.

[lino-jagiyaa]

play | lee felix

day 8 of the february birthday event | masterlist

genre: smut, roommate fwb

pairing: sub!felix x gn reader

warnings: handjob, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, swearing, pet names (baby boy, baby, etc) [pls lmk if i missed any!]

you promised to give felix what he wants if he wins this round

word count: 1.1k+ (1717)

a/n: lmao sorry if this is bad 😭 i get nervous writing smut sometimes - i feel like it will come out bad or something.

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being roommates with felix left little to the imagination. you two had game nights, movie ‘dates’, went shopping together, and went to parties. but there was something else... you two had fun.

a little agreement of sorts. this entailed, whenever either of you was having a bad day or just needed some extra help, the other would provide it. no matter what it was.

the two of you were very close, having been living together for three years. at this point you knew everything about each other. knew each other inside and out. you knew his weak points and he knew yours.

he was one of the best hookups you’d ever had, and he felt the same about you. you’re not really sure when it started or if it would end, but the two of you were very comfortable with this fact. just comfortable in each other’s company.

today was no different. you came home from work a couple of hours after him so he was already upstairs in his room when you walked through the front door. you had texted felix to let him know you were on your way and would bring some snacks home. he had replied, a simple “k. thanks” so you knew he must’ve been caught up playing a game with his friends.

making your way upstairs, you decided to take a shower and change into some comfortable clothes and relax in your room for a bit, not wanting to interrupt felix. knowing once he’s deep in his game, he’ll be pissed if he loses just because you wanted to say hi.

but what you didn’t know was, felix had been hoping you would come to his room after your shower. you were right about him being caught up in his game earlier but since then he’d lost a few rounds he excused himself from it after receiving your text. he had a bunch of pent up frustration and wanted you to help him release it.

he had waited until he heard you shifting around your room and finished changing your clothes before softly knocking on your door.

“come in!”

“hey... uh are you busy right now?” he asked, nibbling his bottom lip.

“no, i was just gonna turn on a show or something. what’s up?”

“can you- do you want to come play this game with me? o- only if you want, of course. you don’t have to...”

“sure, i’ll play. is that all?”

“um... can i sit in your lap while we play? i lost a few matches with seungmin and jisung and it’ll make me feel better.” he gave a half-smile.

“mhm. whatever you want, lix.”

—

when the two of you arrive to the room, felix briefly explains what game he’s playing and tells you he’s gonna get back on voice chat with his friends with his headset.

“hey guys, i’m back!” he yells into the monitor

“damn, lix. you didn’t have to burst my fucking eardrums.” jisung says

“sorry.”

“are you gonna lose this round too?” seungmin snorts

you tap him on the thigh before speaking, so he can mute his mic.

“hm?”

“how about we play a little game. a game where you try not to make any noise while i play with you a bit. how does that sound, huh?”

felix stammers for a bit before answering, “y/n… w-we can’t. they-“

“i mean, if you really don’t want too-“

“no! yes, let’s do it. i can be quiet. are there any other rules?” he peeks over his shoulder at you now, curious.

“yeah. you could say… there’s a catch.” you smirk

“you’ll have to be quiet and have to win the match. meaning you have to try really hard to focus on the game as well.”

“okay.”

“alright you can unmute now.”

luckily for the both of you, felix was already only wearing a simple tank top and a pair of boxer briefs. giving you easy access.

“felix! what they hell man. where’d you go now?” seungmin questioned.

“sorry, sorry. i had to go help my roommate with something. but i’m back now, chill out.”

he squirmed in your lap now, nervous while you drew circles into his bare thigh with your fingers. slowly sliding your hand higher and higher.

“whatever dude, let’s just play.” jisung huffed

—

the boys were well into the game when you decided to take it up a notch. since felix was doing pretty well, getting used to the feeling of your hand on his thigh, you wanted to distract him a bit. throw him off.

you snuck a hand in between his thighs, simply resting them there, but it was enough to make him let out a sharp breath.

nonetheless, he stood his ground and focused his eyes back to his screen. since that wasn’t enough, you decided to creep your hand towards his clothed length. feeling him twitch beneath you before he grabbed ahold of your wrist in protest.

“nope, you’re playing by rules. remember?” you whisper into his neck, leaving a soft kiss there as well.

he nods and let’s go of your wrist, giving you the chance to adjust your hand to begin slowly stroking him.

felix let’s out a small whimper before quickly coughing to distract from it. considering he is still on voice chat and is at risk of losing your little game.

“you good, bro? we can pause if you need water or something.” seungmin asks, concerned.

“nah, i’m okay. it’s fine.”

and the games continue.

—

it was starting to get to him now. the painfully slow pace at which you were stroking him. making him ache, wanting, needing more.

“h-hey guys. i need a piss break. i’ll be right back.” he stammers into the mic.

“fine, don’t take forever though.” jisung says

he then mutes his mic again.

“please.” he urged

“whatever you want, baby.”

you dipped a hand into his boxers, freeing his half-hard length. your other holding onto his stomach. he hissed at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin now.

the tip of his cock bright pink, leaking pre-cum, begging to be touched just as he had moments before.

you ran your thumb along it, spreading the pre-cum. making him let out a breathy quiet moan.

you continued teasing him like this for another two minutes, before he unmuted his mic again.

“i’m back.”

“huh, i’m surprised you didn’t take like 20 minutes.”

“what the fuck, seung. i didn’t have to shit.”

“he’s just trying to throw you off so you lose again. ignore him.” jisung said

you began slowly moving your closed fist up and down now, slightly squeezing every once in a while to feel him squirm in your lap.

it was fun watching him be so helpless like this. it made you want to tease him even more.

—

“felix, what the hell you almost just died! what’s up with you today?” seungmin yells

you then take this chance to tighten your grip and slide your hand down as slow as you could. you could see the way his eyes watered. the light of the monitor making it seem more prominent.

“my bad, guys. i don’t know. let's just finish this round.”

his eyes starting to glissen in the lighting of the pc with fresh tears. he was losing it. you decided to pick up the pace, making him think that you were going to finally let him cum.

but what he didn’t know was, you were going to continue edging him until you couldn’t take it anymore. or at least until his begging got too much and you simply gave in.

“shit” felix mumbled under his breath 

he was getting close and you could tell. by the way he writhed under you and the way his cock twitched in your hold. he held onto his mic instead of muting this time, “y/n. i’m gonna c-” his breath hitched 

you stopped pumping him, “not yet, just a little longer. you can take it, i know you can.” your voice smooth like honey in his ears

 he whimpers at your response, “mm, please-”

“not until you win. if you lose you don’t get to cum, love. remember the rules?”

he groans now, getting restless, but you’re persistent.

the two of you must have been talking for quite some time, because the next thing you hear is jisung screaming over the monitor. 

“damn it, felix! we lost again.”

“this has not been your week, has it?” seungmin adds

“i- wait! one more round, i promise we’ll get it-”

you mute his mic for him this time, “uh, uh. you lost again, baby boy. looks like you won’t be cumming anytime soon.” you smile at the revelation as he whines in protest.

“please.”

“hmm, maybe later. i think i’m gonna go to bed.” you smirk

“nope, not a chance felix. we’ll get innie to take your place until you can get your shit together.” jisung continues

“wha- no!” he unmutes 

“yes. goodnight, dude. you probably just need some rest. i think you’ve had too many all-nighters or something.” seungmin says, unamused 

“yeah, get some fucking rest. you definitely need it.” says jisung

—

with that, you could hear the two click out of the server before felix does the same. tears swelling in his eyes now. he’s tired and pent up now that you didn’t let him cum and he’s lost his third match in a row.

if only the other two boys had known what was really going on. they’d probably be struggling not to cream their own pants if they had heard any of felix’s sweet moans.

“alright, baby. let me up now. i have work in the morning plus your friends were right. you need to stop pulling all-nighters and actually take your ass to bed at a decent time.”

he stands up, pulling his boxers up with him as you scoot the rolling chair you were in back so you could stand up. leaving a small kiss on his temple before leaving the room to go to your own.

you know felix is going to be complaining to you about this for the rest of the week. but you couldn’t care less right now. you got what you wanted, and that was good for now.

taglist: @dadonbabysworld @lix-ables @strayingawayy @lynanist @xhazmania

[intothemines]

idk when i turned into a gaming bro but i can’t stop playing overwatch god help and forgive me

[ventihonklightice]

Clingy || Wilbur Soot

word count: 3.5k

~~~

Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.

[shawtuzi]

Raw

just a lil short story about jeans gf letting him hit it w no condom for the first time. enjoy. 

minors dni obvi 18+ content warnings include: black fem! reader although you can picture her anyway you’d like, unprotected sex, creampie n some squirting, oral?? idk he came in her mouth at some point, orgasm denial, soft and mean!dom jean (pretty sure that’s all the warnings sorry if i missed any!) word count: 1.8k+

“Jeannn I have a surprise for you” Jean heard you chirp as you entered your shared apartment. He was on the couch playing the game cursing at his fellow teammates over the headset he was wearing. “Oh hey baby what’s up” he said distractedly, not taking his eyes off the game. You walked over leaning down to give him a kiss on the check, “I said I have a surprise for you” you smiled giving his cheek another peck. “Uhh what is it?” he mumbled, turning off his headset just in case the guys heard. “I got on the pill a few days ago!” you beamned expecting Jean to be thrilled but you were met with no reaction, his face glued to the screen, “oh you paid the bills, that's great baby” he said making you narrow your eyes.

“Boy if you don’t…” you grumbled walking over to the tv and shutting it off. “Hey! What gives?!” he yelled but you didn’t listen to his complaints taking the controller from his hands tossing it aside. “I said,” you whispered sitting on his lap wrapping your arms around his neck “I got on the pill a few days ago.” “Oh…OHHH” Jean gasped a smile coming onto his face, “well why didn’t you just say so babe?” he chuckled, placing his large hands over your ass massaging it gently. You rolled your eyes not even bothering to continue that argument. “So…that means I can hit it raw? No condom?” he asked, pulling you closer to him, your chest pressing up against his. “Mhmm” you nodded, running your fingers through his soft hair massaging his scalp. “It also means you can cum in me” you whispered tugging on his hair making him groan.

Fast forward to Jean carrying you to your bedroom placing you gently on the bed. He had this look in his eyes you’d never seen before, it scared you yet excited you. You and Jean had been together for nine months and although you two fucked like rabbits constantly he never had the opportunity to take you without protection. He’d suggest pulling out but your response to that was always, “boy ain’t nobody got time for a pregnancy scare.” You were hesitant about taking birth control, not too sure about the side effects, but you eventually caved ecstatic to surprise Jean with the news.

Jean quickly took off your leggings groaning when he saw the wet patch on your panties, “so wet already and we haven’t even started” he chucked, grazing his fingers over your clothed pussy. “Jean” you whined, grabbing onto the hand that was toying with your pussy, “no foreplay please ‘wanna feel you.” “Fuck okay” he grunted wasting no time removing all his clothes you following suit. “You know you really got the prettiest pussy ever baby” he smiled adoringly at you making you giggle. You spread your legs wider giving him a full view of your soaked pussy making him groan. He pulled you to the end of the bed wrapping your legs around his waist, “you sure you don’t need me to prep you princess? Once I start I might not be able to stop”  he whispered rubbing his cock through your folds tapping your clit lightly with the tip making you jump.

“I don’t need to be prepped I promise j-just fuck me Jean. I wanna feel you cum in me please!” you cried the sexual frustration making you want to scream. “I warned you” was all he said before sinking into you making both of you gasp. “Oh my god” Jean growled bottoming out, you were so fucking wet and warm it was almost too much for him. You could feel everything. Every ridge and vein on his cock dragging against your walls making your eyes roll back. “Jean I can feel you in my stomach Jesus Christ” you moaned  wrapping your arms around his neck making him chuckle.

“You know I love you so much right?” he asked brushing his thumb over your cheek and you nodded smiling, “good because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” Jean pulled out slowly before snapping his hips forward making you scream. His pace was face and brutally rough, pounding into your body with all his might. “J-jean baby slow down” you cried already feeling overwhelmed. His cock was hitting your g-spot every time he thrusted making you see stars. You pleaded with him to slow his pace but your pleas fell on deaf ears, Jean being too pussydrunk to care about anything.

“Sorry baby can’t slow down I gotta-fuck I gotta cum in you. Gonna breed this fucking pussy, gonna cum in you all night long” he babbled getting more and more lost in the feeling of your tight, wet cunt. “Choke me” you whimpered and Jean complied wrapping his hand around your throat squeezing lightly. “Yes yes yes!” you moaned, bringing your hands up to caress Jean's face. He looked so fucked out and you’d never seen him look more beautiful than he does in this moment. Jean kissed your palm making your heart flutter, “shit Y/N I’m sorry but I’m not gonna last much longer” he whimpered, removing his hand from your neck in exchange for nestling his head in there pressing kisses to your sweaty skin.

“Fuck me too please cum in me Jean ‘wanna make you a daddy” you moaned out wrapping your legs tightly around his waist restricting him from pulling out more than a couple inches. That was the final straw for Jean he groaned loudly cumming deep inside of you. You gasped as you felt him fill you up, it felt so warm you could definitely get used to this feeling. “Goddamn” Jean rasped as he pulled out watching his cum drip from your aching pussy. “Look at that, so fucking beautiful” he chuckled pushing it back into you with his fingers.

Just as you were about to doze off you felt your body being flipped over onto all fours. “W-what? Jean what are you- oh shit!” you screamed feeling Jean push in with no warning. “Jeannn oh baby just like that” you moaned, bunching the bedsheets between your fingers. You craned your neck to look at him and god did he look good. His face was flushed and sweaty, brown hair sticking to his forehead. “Oh you about to go to work huh?” you giggled watching him put one knee on the bed. “Mhm only the best for my woman” he grunted picking up his pace giving your ass a harsh slap.

“Yes yes yes! Oh fuck!” you screamed holding onto the pillow you were laying on for dear life. Suddenly you felt Jean grab you by your throat pulling you up against his chest, the new angle making your eyes cross. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna” you tried to speak but it was no use Jean had completely fucked you stupid. “C’mon baby talk to me you’re gonna what?” he taunted squeezing your neck tighter. “I’m gonna c-cum” you cried the sounds from your sopping pussy getting louder. “Go ahead baby do it, cum all over my shit” he growled in your ear biting your lobe. He brought his free hand down to your clit rubbing sloppy circles, “shit baby you’re so wet hope I don’t accidentally slip out and ruin your orgasm” he chuckled.

You were on the brink of cumming when suddenly you felt empty, “w-what? No no Jean put it back in” you cried letting the tears you were holding fall. “I was so close I-” you couldn’t even think the only thing on your mind was Jeans cock that was rubbing between your slick folds nudging your clit. You tried to bend down but Jean kept you against his chest, tightening his hold on you. “Aww baby don’t cry I told you that was probably gonna happen” he said pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll put it back in” he smiled bringing his free hand up to your breast massaging it gently, “go on.”

You turned your head to look at him your noses brushing against each other, “please fuck me Jean, make me cum all over dick daddy” you whispered looking straight into his eyes. It must’ve been a good enough plea because next thing you knew Jean slipped back in making you cry out. “God I love you so fucking much, tell me you love me” he grunted loosening his grip on your neck. “I l-love you.” “Louder.” “I love you” you tried a little bit louder but Jean still wasn’t satisfied.

“Say that shit fucking louder or I’m pulling out” he threatened pounding into you harder. “I love you! I love you Jean I-I love you so much please let me cum” you sobbed feeling your orgasm about to hit.

“Cum.”

You gasped feeling your orgasm hit you like a truck, your eyes completely rolled back as Jean continued to fuck you milking your orgasm. “That’s right baby squirt all over my dick. I love you so much Y/N” he groaned feeling his own orgasm approach. “Fuck I’m gonna cum where do you want it?” he asked, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. “M-my mouth please” you spoke weakly, your mouth watering at the thought of Jeans cum in your mouth. “Look at my baby using her manners so cute” he chuckled, picking up your trembling body with ease, setting you on the plush carpet.

“Open.”

You opened your mouth allowing him to push his cock between your soft lips. You moaned, tasting yourself on him, the vibrations making Jean shiver. “Shit I’m cumming” he moaned throwing his head back, his adams apple bobbing. Finally Jean came ropes and ropes of his cum filling your mouth. Jean pulled his limp cock out of your mouth breathing heavily, “lemme see” he rasped out running a hand through his messy hair. You stuck your tongue out and he smiled lovingly at you patting your head, “go ahead and swallow.” You swallowed it happily moaning at the taste looking directly in his eyes as he did so.

Jean picked you up and laid you on the bed carefully and followed suit wrapping his arms around your limp body. “We should probably shower” you mumbled nuzzling your face into his warm chest. “Nah we can do that later you just rest up baby. I love you.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Mmm I love you more Jean” you smiled and kissed his chest. You finally closed your eyes letting the tiredness take over as Jean rubbed your back gently cooing in your ear about how good you did and how much he loved you even though he knew you were probably sleeping.

“Dream of me” was the last thing you heard before completely falling asleep.

<3

A/N: thank yall sm for all the compliments and love on peaches and coconuts ily 

[hee4won]

hate(d) | nishimura riki x reader

requested by @onionhaseyeo i’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted but for some reason i got super excited

a/n: this is my first time writing a fic(?) i guess it could be considered.. i just had an idea i liked for the request and it felt more like a fic than a headcanon :] i hope it’s not too bad !

word count: 2.1k

warnings: probably some grammatical errors, other than that none. (lowercase intended)

tags: e2l, slight angst, slight fluff

you hate nishimura riki. when you tell others how you feel about him they always have the same unoriginal response, “hate is such a strong word.” and that, is exactly why you chose it. 

now, in order to really understand why your hatred runs so deep, let’s get into the Three W’s! WHY do you hate him so much? he stole your best friend, she ended up developing feelings for him and ghosting you, she moved away, he never apologized for it. WHEN did you realize nishimura riki was the worst thing to ever happen to you? 7th grade, it’s always 7th grade. WHERE did the beginning of the end commence? the cafeteria, your friend decided to spill her guts out in front of the whole lunch table, only to be humiliated not long after. 

there you sat, glaring at the back of riki’s head. anyone from a mile away could sense your distaste when it came to him. truth be told, no one could understand why, and you never cared to explain. you figured the situation between the two of you or - just you and an unknowing boy -  was personal and should be kept private. you were really good at keeping it a secret too, so good that riki himself couldn’t pinpoint the issue you had with him. 

for the most part you did your best to avoid him, whether it be physically or when he was brought up in conversation between classmates. ni-ki, as people on good terms with him would address him, was a really friendly student. he didn’t pick fights, kept his teasing to a minimum, and somehow got good grades despite sleeping in and skipping classes. 

going to school knowing his sweet, smiling face would be one of the first things you would see in the morning was what kept you in bed during first period. just the idea of him was revolting, and you simply weren’t strong enough to hold your ground right after waking up.

that was until your first period teacher emailed you letting you know a group project was coming up and it counted as 60% of your overall grade. all you could do was send a friendly reply, close the laptop, and scream into your pillow. you were going to be seeing nishimura riki for the first time in almost a month. which you considered to be the best month of your life.

you were alert all morning, barely getting any sleep the night before from how nervous you were. it actually wasn’t as bad as you thought. you were late, which meant everyone already picked who they were going to group with. and, to your luck, riki was nowhere to be foun-

*bump*

“oh my gosh, i am so sorry. . . y/n?” sigh, of course it had to be him. you flashed a limp smile and hurried over to an empty seat. you noticed his hand go forward then drop down to his side, almost like he was trying to bring you back. “oh! ni-ki,” even the teacher knows his nickname? how wonderful. “what perfect timing, you and y/n will be partners for the project, i’ll send the rubric out this afternoon. class dismissed!”

your legs were like jelly, since when did you become this way? sure, you hate him but. . . not being able to move? it was different, it was new. riki noticed the look of confusion on your face and cautiously made his way over to you once all the other students cleared the classroom. “hey, y/n. i haven’t seen you in a while, have you been doing alright?” why on earth was he concerned about you? so shameless.

“yeah, i’m fine, thanks,” you glared at him while standing up and purposefully bumping into his shoulder. bad move. your knees gave out right then, luckily, riki held onto you before you could hit the cold floor. you sighed in defeat, today just wasn’t your day, and mister nishimura just wasn’t the person you wanted to be this close to.

“do you need something? or is there another reason you won’t let go of my arm,” every word had a hint of poison mixed in it. riki muttered a small apology and quickly released you. “i just wanted to let you know that we can work on the project at my place, only if you want,” he gave a boxy closed-mouth smile, almost as if he was trying to act cute. disgusting.

“whatever, give me your address and i’ll come by at 4.” and with that, you two went your separate ways.

after school

as you made your way to riki’s house, you were running over every possible scenario that could occur. you wanted to avoid arguing, only because you took your grades very seriously. but does he? you couldn’t help but feel nervous and slightly jittery as you got closer to his front steps. oh! the door is open. but. . . no riki?

you called out for him a couple times until hearing laughter and the crunching of chips coming down from the second floor. of course, he’s playing the game. trudging up the stairs you wiped off your sweaty palms, mentally preparing yourself before inviting yourself into his room.

“sunghoon, shut up! it’s not even like that, you’re so weird,” he was so loud. “jake, you too! as if you haven’t been trying to swoon that girl in your third period for the past two months now. haha!” well, boys will be boys.

you open the door and riki notices immediately. he throws his headset and controller down to the floor. “y/n, you scared me,” he was almost out of breath. “oh my bad, i called out for you but you didn’t hear me so. . .” you fiddled with your fingers awkwardly. riki muttered a quick, “it’s okay” and gestured for you to take a seat on his bed.

picking up his headset, he told the cheeky upper-class boys that he would talk to them later. grabbing his supplies and computer, he took a seat next to you. you shifted away from him a little, not comfortable with the closeness between the two of you. he didn’t seem to notice, that or he just didn’t care.

“okay, so, have you already looked over the rubric?” crickets. “helloo, earth to y/n! have you checked the rubric yet?” “OH! yes, i have, ha,” you gave a quick reply, trying to pretend the awkward moment of you staring at him never happened.

ha? are you insane? you were nervous yes, and you thought it was because of the bad terms you two were on but. . . this nervousness felt a bit different.

“i also wrote up a quick outline during lunch,” you took the paper out of your bag and moved to hand it to him. “ooh nice, you’re such a scholar,” you gave him a lighthearted “shut up” before looking back at your laptop.

did he feel that? your fingers touched. they did touch, right? you can’t be imagining all of this. Y/N. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU HATE HIM, REMEMBER?

“uh, y/n? why do you look like you’ve been holding in a wet fart for the past three minutes?” he was being playful while also holding genuine concern because of your recent actions. your jaw drops, you were always bad at keeping a poker face. but you knew you had to go back to your cold state, there was no way you were going to finish the project by gawking at him. he has such pretty lips by the way, how did you not notice sooner?

it had been a few hours since you guys started working on the project. you checked the time, 8:00 pm. “hey, riki,” you began with a small yawn. “y/n, you know you can call me ni-ki, right? that’s what all my friends call me,” his eyes suddenly widened noticing your discomfort. “wait, i mean. . . only if you want to!”

you cleared your throat and just asked for the bathroom. once inside and closing the door behind you, you felt the need to cry. sob, even. what is going on? why do you feel so bad for being around him? are you a traitor? is it wrong to be laughing and giggling like the two of you are besties?

you turned the water on, hoping it would drown out the sound of your muffled cries. unfortunately, you have some awfully loud sniffles. riki came running to where you were and knocked on the door. he spoke softly, “y/n? are you okay? can i come in?” what was the point in saying no? it is his house, and maybe if you told him. . . you’d feel better.

as you opened the door and looked up at him, the look of worry on his face made your heart ache. gosh, why do you care about him so much? he looked at your tear stained face and slowly reached out his hand, giving you a look that pleaded for your approval. you pass a small nod, and almost sank into the warmth of his hand on your cheek. he pulled you in for a hug as you cried for a little while longer. “do you wanna talk about it?”

here it was, here was the chance to let him know what you’ve been wanting to since 7th grade. you took a moment to steady your breathing and gather courage to look him in the eyes. you told him everything, from the beginning of 7th grade, to the day it all happened, all the way to where the two of you stood now.

he just sat there, probably trying to process everything you had randomly dumped on him. you were about to apologize and pack your things, but for some odd reason, he smiled? “ni-ki? what’s so funny? i was being serious,” his smile only grew bigger, “no i know, i just find it so funny how you had so much agaisnt me meanwhile i just wanted you to like me.”

he?? wanted you to like him??? hmmm. “what do you mean. . . wanted me to like you?” you were really curious, “i’ve had a crush on you since 7th grade, that’s why i rejected your friend later on. i never knew it would hurt you in the process, and for that i am sorry. very sorry.” you let out a small chuckle, “it’s not your fault, really. now that i’m older i think i was only mad that you two didn’t end up together because i liked you too. i just couldn’t live with myself for liking the same boy my best friend liked. it’s stupid, i know.”

riki reached out for your hand, which you obviously let him have. “you’re a good friend.” he flashed you a sweet and caring smile. you let out a sigh of relief, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. all this time you had been pushing for yourself to hate him, while it was all just a plot to get rid of your feelings for him. crazy.

it was 11:00 pm.

you and riki had already finished the project and were laying on his floor. the both of you just staring at the ceiling and stealing glances at each other. what lovesick little kids.

after noticing the time, you hopped up and told him you really needed to go. he gave you a small pout with puppy eyes trying to get you to stay, and of course, it was hard but you’d rather leave now and see him later than get grounded and not see him for another month. “i can just text you, don’t make that face.”

he escorted you down the stairs, both of you moving discreetly, careful not to wake the boy’s parents. he opened the door for you and you turned around, gazing at him. “what are you thinking?” he asked with a tired smile on his face and small pieces of fluffy hair sticking up in every direction. you gave a shy smile and pecked his lips. he was very surprised, but also very happy.

“nothing.” you said, holding a cheeky grin in an attempt to hide your shyness. “wow, just to think that you hate my guts,” riki poked fun at you.

“hm, hate is such a strong word.”

“what would you call it then?”

“i would say. . . i hate(d) you. past tense.”

the two of you just laughed, both of you yawning shortly after.

“goodnight, mr. ni-ki.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

and with that, the two of you went your separate ways. but this time, with mutual feelings.

oh and btw, the project got you guys an A+ ;).

[commander-orca]

You were the child a shooting star blushed upon and so... It left you a gift

Tags: Suoh x Rochalizo, Modern college students AU, fluff, Christmas, established relationship, nudity, sex scenes, reassurance, perhaps a tiny bit of angst, physical & emotional parental abuse, school deadlines, daily domestic life, cuddles, insecurities, masturbation, existential crisis, panic attacks, mutual understanding, light forms of self harm, sibling issues, ok I lied there's quite a lot of angst, but there's a lot of good too, working through a relationship, domestic delight, hanging out daily, sleepovers every night w/ your best friend who's also your boyfriend, living a good life despite everything

Note: I wanted to post it all in one but I realised I might not have the time to do so... There you have it!

CHAPTER 1/? probably out of 3 or 5

The vehicle wagged, its sporadic tremors resounding through the interior of the coaches as it winded through the wet dented road. Inside of them, a blue sullen light spread. The only two passengers sat quietly, jiggling like colourful fish in a dull aquarium. Today, they hadn't had the usual misfortune of hexing the noise, for it was not often that the carriage was lulled in such silence. Its empty seats, flaunted for who let their eyes wander gave a strong feeling that tramways, in the early morning, had become another one of those troubling liminal spaces. The long unoccupied corridor rocked back and forth, haunted by memories of the many crossings it had seen.

An old woman sat close to the wall, shivering in her coat, holding a used tissue through wrinkly fingers. Two rows in the front, a boy was slumped on his spot, almost falling back asleep as he drifted away in the tune pouring through the public speakerphones. Blue fingernails beat to the rythmn in terrible pace. In this state of half awakeness, some distasteful pop song's glum notes mingled with the smells of humidity and sights of the blackened cloth benches. Dirty finger marks, pigeon droppings stained the no longer clear panes despite the long drippings of water which challenged each other to a race against the glass. It was one of these days. And it wouldn't stop raining.

His phone screen he had kept close to his face suddenly brightened and he growled, reluctant to ever lay his eyes on something so luminous. He found out it had been a just received message. And from a beloved person that is, which made all notion of potential nuisance go away. The text was short and gentle. A single 'Good morning Sugarloaf'. Rochalizo had started smiling. He read it on the locked display several times over, trying to hear the right tone and voice behind those words. Rubbing his thigh with his grey-mittened-hands he waited for another one, knowing they rarely came alone. As a second one appeared, he had been proven right: a voice message.

"God damnit, can't you just send written ones, like everyone else?", he complained in a whispery voice and put his backpack down.

He blocked it between his shins so it wouldn't slide down the alley while he rummaged through to find his headset. As he pressed it play and heard Suoh's voice come to him through the steaming teapot, he felt like he was back there for a little while, safe between the four tangerine walls of the snug and merry house. He couldn't catch the first seconds, muffled by a little domestic turmoil but the rest seemed to be a story of something which had made him laugh.

"In any case, it must've been a good sleep since you put the cereal bowl in the bin", concluded Suoh, amused.

"What...", Rochalizo muttered aloud in his thick woolen scarf. A few seats away, the old lady's head turned slightly.

Then, a last text came. 'I love you :)'.

The boy's brow furrowed, his mind still hinged on the anecdote. Tiredness made him forgetful of tons of things and messed with his memory so that at times, it had him unable to tell if he had completed a task (the most repetitive ones customarily). He visualised the kitchen and remembered having stumbled around for a bit, flickered through paintings and jammed them into his bag, but not having done such a stupid thing. He trust it he had, however. No offense to Suoh, but if this had been one of his jests, then he would have known immediately — this idiot couldn't lie for his life. And for himself, he knew mixing up tasks when his mind was elsewhere was a stupid habit of his; their kettle which had been set on fire by his doing would be remembered.

He entered his password and wrote in a rush a 'Sorryyy! You're right can't even remember what I ate this morning. Nice catch'. Then, one he typed a little more slowly, a little more carefully, feeling the scope of the words and moved by some timid hesitation. 'Love you'. He held the phone in his hands for a moment, gazing blankly at the bright screen. This had no other purposes than embracing his presence and carving those mundane but heart-pumping words into his brain. But the latter wasn't online anymore. He had left a few seconds after he had started typing. Rochalizo remembered him saying he would have some studying to do and when he decided firmly on something, he put his mind to it wholly and seldom postponed it. 'Blessed are those who don't put off doing things' or whichever way the saying went...

The pre-recorded voice shrilled throughout the car, bringing the old woman up on her feet and Rochalizo stood up too, fidgetting with his headset wire. They had changed the voice making the announcements, he vaguely thought and for any reason, figured he liked the old one better. The central place unfurled rapidly, as though a red carpet on a famous aisle, followed by tall cream-coloured buildings, parks and memorials, eventually a bagel shop he failed to recognise. It stood in the place of the previous family-clothes shop in town, certainly replaced for good. He sucked in a little air, mocking himself. He was getting strangely nostalgic these days... Even for a town which deserved less than half of his sympathy. As soon as the automated doors opened, he got out.

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Although it was morning already, buildings and walls still sunk into the deep blue of the night. Rochalizo's long and roughly drawn shadow under the sleepless street lights was of a mournful orange. Their brightness lit up the concrete streets faintly, in colourful patches of land and as it did so most erratically, the light bulbs' metallic sizzling filled the air. The empty parking lot as he walked through it, realising for some of the first times how vast it had always been with no vehicles in sight, smelled of yesterday's gas and and crunched leaves.

He slipped into the art class hidden in his scarf, hoping to go unnoticed for a while. The pale lights flickered as he came in. The main room was messy, filled with crumpled clothes on hangers, scissors, sewing threads and needles abandonned on the floor. In the closest corner of the room, an already decrepited and overburdened Christmas tree stood in a log, crooked and looking close to turning to dust. If the initiative of celebrating and bringing joy to this place was somewhat honourable, it sadly remained a classroom, which only difference to before was that it was presently crowded with Christmas wooden men and angel hair.

Old plastic cups of cold coffee slopped on the tiling looked much like a student's improvisation of a contemporary art initiative due the same day. Near the curtains was a button box, as well as elastic bands and diverse pieces of tissue whose use was unknown, even to him who actually worked in this place. Stepping in there was an experience; there was no knowing where one might be swept off to. Or alternatively, what he would lay his hands onto. But, however a changing landscape this place was, he could say he knew how to navigate through this crafty jungle. He had tamed wild beasts and learnt to master the natural elements in here, especially the orange juice machine.

He filled his drink, then his stomach and threw his coat helter-skelter as he walked up to the windows, opening them despite the freezing wind. Rightly so, he expected that someone would complain about the temperature drop and he would let them. But he felt too warm too quickly, shedding layer after layer even in the winter before perplexed eyes. But if that meant he wasn't ever in a bit of a predicament against the cold, he was also keen to pick up snowballs with bare hands for others, offer his coat outdoors and do the late sprints to the grocery shop at night and he had come to like being helpful in that manner. It hadn't always been the case.

Since it seems the place was still deserted, he would do as he pleased and with some luck, no one would come intrude on the next minutes. Actually, he was quite sure. Something in the way the blinds had been left half open at this hour in the morning and in the hurriedly cleaned paintbrushes in the sink he had passed by, he felt someone must have come home late yesterday. On tables worn down by felt pens marks were sewing machines, more hangers, coils of unwrapped wire, desk lamps and glue guns drowning in their own glue, having met their doom at their own expenses.

Finding shelter in the overstocked backroom, he took notice of the few packages on the window ledge and gave it a nod of acknowledgement. Good, someone in their group had refilled their stocks again. Rochalizo began looking for his stuff. In a cardboard box with his name on it, he found the patterns he had used to cut the right shape in the clothes as well as a quick pencil sketch of a bunch of pants and skirts on their model. He trailed his fingers on the edge of the wooden shelters distractedly. He liked being there. This little corner, safe from prying eyes was his favourite spot. Sitting on the floor, his back pressed to the wall, he unfolded the sheet which described the school's instructions on their project. He had lost count of how many times he had read these devilish paragraphs. Coming across a certain topic being addressed, he bit his lip.

"Hellooo?"

Rochalizo straightened up, his sleepy state heightening his surprise. He hadn't heard the footsteps and the door opening, absorbed in his tedious reading. He was surprised his group was already up, the leftover stuff having him convinced they had worked overtime and would compensate by showing up in the afternoon only. If possible, he would've wished for some additional peace. He didn't think particularly ill of them. However, as much as his tiredness still loomed above him like a dark cloud, as much as he hated mornings and as much as they were more friendly acquaintances than real friends, he didn't think any interactions would go well in the present moment.

The voice called again. Then, the sounds of footsteps grew closer until the face of a girl appeared in the restricted passageway. Her straight blond hair covered half her face as she leaned in towards him.

"Hello Mr. Grumpy, no need to hide if you don't want to talk!"

Rochalizo let out a small snort and ruffled his own hair. He had resigned himself to talk anyway and make an effort to be more good-humoured. It was Friday and the more he would forget about how he didn't want to be there, the more work they would get done and perhaps even finish early.

"What are you trafficking here again? Come to the front!"

The boy dusted off his pants and followed her to the main place again. He gazed across the room, feeling the cold air blowing in and the breeze stirring up the badly glued posters and drawings on the walls.

"Am I not getting insulted for cooling off the room in December?", he taunted her.

His teammate laughed, shrugging his remark away as she settled on top of a table, spreading her long legs and black boots on two chairs. She looked like she was in a good mood; although this having been a fun ride, they were all relieved it was coming to an end. And seeing that their efforts and sleepless nights were paying off was the most gratifying part.

"I'm used to you now, see, I'm keeping a double coat on whenever I gotta join you somewhere".

Rochalizo smirked and still went to close the window. He then sat on the table which faced her. The ceiling lights were almost too dazzling in this spot, which made him feel like he was sitting in a surgery room; especially on days like today, where the intrusive lights transgressed the darkness, inflicting on the mind a curious form of time lag. He rubbed his eyes scrupulously.

"So what were you doing?

— Making sure we've gone through all the steps again...", he replied sighing, "I'm pretty sure we've forgotten something but I can't put my finger on it, y'know?"

He bit his lip again and his teammate nodded understandingly. She seemed to be thinking the same as she explained she also felt that anxious feeling grip onto her sometimes, under the impression they had missed some detail or not met a specific expectation.

"At least I'm somewhat glad that I'm not the only one who's feeling this way, but I really can't tell what it is... We're pretty much done aren't we?

— Yes, that's the very goal of us meeting now by the way. We're finishing off things. Yes, yes, already", she added, trying to hold back her laughter before a abashed Rochalizo who was whispering to himself an 'already'?

The boy massaged his head, feeling stupid. Suddenly, he wasn't so sure he wanted it to end there. He had had the knowledge in mind that within months of hard labour, it would end here. And yet it felt too abrupt now. And he felt like it missed something; could he have put more heart into it? Could he have formed stronger bonds with his teammates? He hadn't had the time to create opportunities for all that and he somewhat had regrets now...

He kept silent for a while, listening to her and how she had woken up and found her email box infested of email recommendations from many of their teachers. The thought made him instantly anxious and he shared with her a few words of sympathy; he esteemed himself glad he rarely ever read his own emails. Getting out her phone, she read to him a few of them: some being traditional praises and wishes of good luck, some included respectable advice and a last portion of them almost sounded like threats, concealed in the form of the expression of the high expectations they had for them.

"Urgh... This one is the worst... It's from you-know-who...

— Oh I think I know who...

"'Hello, to the three of you. Please don't forget to add the last litte details today and to ignore the bigger ones. It'd be too late to go back to war. Remember that a lot is expected of you this year, but I trust that with my teachings, you will do what's wise and honour this school', that's what Ms. Dawson wrote me in her email.

— Oh... This is the worst so far... But I assume, If Ms. Dawson said it, then her holy word is law", commented Rochalizo, amused.

"She speaks to the faithful on behalf of her supreme divinity. We were chosen.

— Yet you didn't bow before her and uttered an Amen? You're so full of sin!

— Aaaah, how can I ever be repented?"

— What kind of bullshit are you two talking about?", another voice exclaimed from the threshold, laughing.

They turned around to meet their other teammate's eyes. The newcomer leaned against the wall, arms folded over herself confidently. Her short brown hair tucked behind sunglasses on the top of her head and behind her ears revealed a clear face and freckles which twisted, leaving space for a mischievous smile.

Rochalizo lied, saying he couldn't remember the train of thought and brought them back on the topic of their project. He admitted struggling to find a common sense of humour with this one, although finding her quite nice. She was one of those people whose seriousness deflected the jokes people threw at her, so it had made him reluctant to share some with her since. But despite this, they got along well and he appreciated her for her motivation and good monitoring skills. It had saved them from the general chaos of not knowing where to start many times.

"First of all, is it you who stayed late at the atelier yesterday?", asked Rochalizo getting up again to open the crate which contained all their precious creations.

The newcomer joined them and sat at the empty table, nodding, seemingly proud of herself. Little dark bags circled the rim of her eyes.

"Sure it was me! I've sewn the missing chains and ribbons on the pants and skirts. Also, the jacket needed a better zipper.

— That's amazing! I wouldn't have thought about that!"

Rochalizo and the other looked at each other in awe, admirative of her work. The boy even felt guilt to some extent. He had had his part in the project but whatever task he was given or however hard he worked, he was never congratulated as much. Call it jealousy on his behalf, but he would've wished to have a special gift of accuracy or creativity too, to be this efficient or talented. He would've liked to get praised the way she was. The feeling of being needed by people was addictive.

They chatted for another short while before resuming the last supervising. The first one hung all clothes on hangers and examined each cloth, searching for potential holes or faulty parts, pieces too easily torn which could use some reinforcements. He stood no far away, checking measurements with this measuring tape which, it had been mentionned many times already — a joke at his expense — amounted to a total of three times his height. The other went straight to the backroom to fetch some of the last accessories they ought to add to their creations.

Rochalizo put down his tape and examined a lacy dress. They had forgotten to add a hem to the other sleeve here, the collar should normally be thicker and the front part less see-through. Reluctantly, he went back to the desk and carried the sewing machine with him, the weight of it had him stumble for each step he took. Switching it on, he waited for its mechanism to start whining, but nothing happened. He gave a little knock on its side, then began shooking it more violently. He was trying punches when his blond teammate came over and stated that it was broken.

"I don't know how it happened but it didn't work yesterday. You should try another one. We don't have three for nothing".

However, Rochalizo tried them all on and none worked. At this point, he thought he would push all the devices off the table, a vengeance for getting on his nerves. The brown-haired girl came to check on him, alarmed by his racket and tried them all too. When they came to the conclusion they were all broken, Rochalizo crushed his hand in his face. Her comrade readjusted the sunglasses on her head and sighed, then departed with a desperate 'I need coffee' and went straight for the coffee machine.

The first girl sat with a cross Rochalizo and mouthed under her breath.

"If we were in a play right now we'd be calling it a sabotage..."

Rochalizo nodded mushily, thinking all he could do to revoke this seemingly incoming bad day was to go home and go back to sleep. He hadn't had time to cuddle a lot with Suoh anyway last night.

"Why isn't it working?!"

This time, it was almost a scream, foaming with rage. Their teammate had grabbed the device and shook it fiercly, quite the sight and interaction; it made her look like a cop in the middle of interrogating a pretty tough criminal who had sworn off on some oath they wouldn't speak a word. While letting their friend come to blows with the fickle engine, Rochalizo and the girl exchanged a somber look.

"See... This is why I keep saying the art department needs more money...", he muttered.

The other nodded.

"Pff... Keep on dreaming star-gazer. They won't give us one penny. Cause after all... We have hands! We can sew all this by ourselves!", retorted the brown-haired girl who came back with her hair messy from the fight she had put up and an empty cup.

Besides him, his other friend's panic was all but concealed. Rochalizo scratched the back of his head. He wanted to complain with her and trash-talk the academy for founding some faculties too much and discriminating others, but he didn't wish to put the group's spirits down in doing that. There had been enough stress to go through these past months and they needed some reassurance that it all would come to fruition. That was counter-intuitive talk to him but he chose to look at the brighter side for once.

"I know you were spoofing them, but... I could still sew them myself...

— What?! No! You're not! We're reporting this immediately and they'll lend us another one. I bet not everyone in their group is using them right now!

— Or I could still text the class and see if someone can bring theirs", suggested the other girl.

— The raw project is due today at 3 PM though. No time to get used to another machine either", Rochalizo insisted, curling one of his strands between two fingers, "I could do it. I don't mind".

The others kept silent. He settled the matter by going and getting the sewing box. He sat down comfortably on top of the desk and took out the needle. The two girls maintained that he should not have to go through the pain of doing that manually, but to that he replied that they could go charge a complaint and they would see who did it faster.

The first one found the terms acceptable and rushed to exit the room. The girl with the blond hair however, emphasised that it would take at least five hours, something which, with a professional device, would be solved in a matter of one quarter of the time, surely less. But Rochalizo shrugged.

"I'm not so sure, but I think I can sew quite fast. I had to knit a beanie overnight for someone once, because they kept catching colds".

She smiled, her face tilting to the right, charmed by the attention.

"That's actually kind of you...

— Hey, "actually"?! The hell does that mean?!"

His teammate gestured a vague sign that she was kidding and left laughing. She got back to work too, scissors in her hands and a safety pin in her mouth, she set to cutting the protruding threads of a purple pullover. Rochalizo cleared his mind and focused on his finger movements; he could move them fast if he repeated the movement properly and didn't get his links tangled with other ones. He spent what must have been a long time in this state of extreme concentration, so much so that when he took a look outside his little bubble, the small blades of glass of the garden outside the window basked in the first lights of the day. And besides him were a tiny industrial sandwich and a hard candy bar, which bore on top of a them a 'thank you!!' note.

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"Really I didn't think much of you. I thought 'this boy looks like a moron but he has a cool fashion style so it might be good to be paired up' and I was right!

— That's the kind of person you thought I was? That's terrifying!"

The little group leant against the wall, prattling joyfully. With the end of the fourth step (one left!) of the project and its forthcoming validation, that was some weight off their consciences. All thoughts flew back to a few nights where he they had lain in bed, unable to step out of the infernal loop. But they could finally relax and take a real mental break, unbothered by questions of what still needed to be done.

The afternoon had ended. They were free.

Rochalizo had angled his head backwards; he engaged in the conversation happily, but his mind wandered. If he listened to himself, he wished for a terribly long nap.

"No but seriously Rochalizo, thank you so much. That was thoughtful of you. If you hadn't, we might have had to leave it as it was. It's crazy that everyone was using them at the moment.

— Yeah, I guess we weren't the only ones a little short on the timing..."

Her brown-haired teammate raised a big cup upwards. It was already half-empty.

"But they had coffee!"

She laughed. Rochalizo's lips corners stretched in a sneer and he stretched his left leg towards the remaining patch of light in the room, the last of the day. In the nearby garden, a rusty fence closed, blown by the wind, chasing away the crow which kept watch on it and croaked every so often. Another gust of wind howled against the window.

"I really can't believe we're done", said someone after a while, "It feels like we've started yesterday. But I also wouldn't go through all of this pain again".

Their other one earnestly agreed, bopping her head so had it must have been clobbering.

"Yep. I want both of you to know that I've often thought of tearing apart all our outfits because I wasn't satisfied enough.

— You can't!", Rochalizo blurted out, somewhat panicked at the thought she was still in position to commit such an atrocity, "We would've done it all for nothing!

— Oh I know you two would've killed me... But I still feel that way. I'm not sure what we did will be fine... And... Innovative enough..."

The students' gazes directed towards their clothing pieces. Under the white artificial lights, frozen in the stillness of the atelier at that time of the day, they looked like articles in vitrines or pieces of the latest trend exposed on a promontory at a fashion show. From a more sensitive standpoint, they could also have been the remnants of an artistic performance, abandonned by their interpreter.

"I think we should be fine...", Rochalizo said, "I like them".

The group silently concured.

"Oh! And by the way", said the one of the girls as she downed the last of her coffee, "I just remembered what we forgot to do".

Rochalizo and the other tensed. It would be too late by now.

"The model, guys!

— Oh! Of course!

— We're so dumb!

— We are...

— But aren't we quite late on that?", Rochalizo asked, uneasily, "I've seen groups who already had their models chosen months ago"

— Well... If we can't find anyone, you can still pose for us, Rochalizo", her friend teased, a snarky smile on her face.

"I... I couldn't. That'd be so awkward..."

He pictured himself on the catwalk, all floodlights directed at him to showcase every aspect of his body. People who would scrutinise at every of his flaws and point them out to the entire team. He could feel himself sweat nervously as he would be asked to redo a pose or reenact a movement he would've done in shameful clunkiness. The distress they could all be able to see on his face, more akin to lost child than a model. The sensation of not knowing where to hide and the attention so outrightly tight he would forget how to breathe naturally and wonder if each step he made seemed natural to an outward observer. Imagine their thoughts and rethink each movement towards satisfying their third person view on him and comfort their expectations. Feeling his heart pulsating from all parts of his body and his mouth twisting.

He shook his head. Why was he thinking through this scenario now? He would never volunteer.

He brought his attention back to what her friend was saying. The starting point and topic were unclear but he rapidly picked up what was being discussed. She proceeded to explain how they still had time to do so since the photoshoot would take place in two weeks. However, they couldn't afford to drag on because some of the formalities still took time. Formalities like paperwork on the model's informed consent, the model's confidentiality agreement and their wilingness to have photos of them broadcasted on the Internet. Ideally, they should find someone within the next few days or they'd begin to truly, this time, be short on time.

"Any of you knows someone who would want pose?

— Hmm...", said the first friend, lost in thoughts.

"Preferably someone super good-looking in order to really highlight the clothes", their other friend added.

Rochalizo bit the inside of his cheek. Obviously he knew someone. Whenever discussing beauty, attractiveness and good looks, he did think of him. He had been unsure before if he was biased regarding how he viewed his esthetic appearance and how he reckoned that there couldn't be found a single person more enticing than him; this dumb and crazy bias shared by all lovers. But as their lives had jumbled and clasped around each other, becoming increasingly more revealing to the other, he had fully noticed some things. Be it the way Suoh caught people's eyes, the way they were kinder to him for looks and granted him additional courtesies... But also the way he got into trouble with some of them who leered at him and thought they had a right to touch him. It seemed his beauty was to be globally noticed and lauded — although the very one concerned would often deny it.

They had argued a few times on the topic and while Suoh was technically right about there being no concept of objective beauty, Rochalizo had countered with the idea that the sociological tendency still had people agree to classify a certain type as 'more attractive' than others. He vaguely remembered what he had said past this point because Suoh had brought up something else. But he fit the general standards and contemporary canons of beauty, he imagined without too much difficulty that he could be a great choice as a candidate.

Another reason he was taking this into account was because he could be quite outgoing with the people he had just met and felt at ease on a stage or in any setting which prompted that he would be the center of the attention. He didn’t escape the long-term attention, but Suoh tended to ward off from one which would be constant, concerned with putting everyone forth even for a short while and feeling tired himself after a while. But he didn't mind being in the spotlight nor being stared at while he talked. Given the circumstances he would understand the need to be the only one looked upon and might not mind. And as he was relatively comfortable in his own body, it would be optimal in case he would be asked to exhibit a certain attitude while posing, act out somewhat in poses or perhaps show a little sensuality — good lord he would die.

"I might know someone...", he started off again, slightly embarrassed.

The group leaned in his direction, eyes filled with hope.

"You do? Who is it? Tell us, now!

— Um... A friend...

— That would be fantastic! Do you think they'll be down?

— Wait! Boy or girl?"

Rochalizo snorted and carefully replied:

— I think they could be interested but I'll ask them first. I can't give any final answers right now".

The two girls whispered things among themselves, sharing indiscrete words with no regards for Rochalizo still sitting one foot away from them. To conclude the somewhat confidential talk, one of them nodded in approuvement.

— I want to check out that handsome...

— Me too! I want to see what potential you see... Do they have Instagram?"

That last remark made him uneasy. His fingertips brushed against his phone case, in the front pocket of his hoodie. He could search for his name for them in the app... But...

"No", he heard himself saying, his tone unflinching, striving to be convincing, "It's not the social-media addict type like the lot of you“.

Which was, as a rule, true for the most part, therefore it wasn't like he was lying. Suoh had an email box like everyone did, an app for convenient fast texting and a small Youtube channel, almost uncharted from the public eye, where he filmed little walks in nature, plants and trees with interesting commentaries. He could talk for hours on end about plants' history and their use in modern pharmacology — he was actually well versed in such an incredible number of topics that you couldn't help wondering where he had learnt all of this — and well-being. Rochalizo hadn't looked into it in a while but when he did, he made sure to leave a nice comment.

His teammates' disappointment was palpable. He felt a hint of guilt slip into his mind and for a moment, weighted whether he should try looking for it anyway or simply shrug it off. Guilt for what, in fact? He was doing nothing wrong.

"D-Don't look at me like that... You'll see him in flesh if he agrees to come. That's much better than those overly filtered pics.

— You're in art school! You should know they have artistic value. Looks like someone's just salty because they don't look good in those filters.

— You want me to slap you?"

They laughed again. Rochalizo collected his stuff and threw the remains of his lunch in the bin. As he pondered what to do with the candy bar, the two girls approached him again and he hid it hastily in his pocket. They thanked him, showed their excitement profusely.

"You've saved the day twice, you realise it?", said the girl with the sunglasses, smirking mischievously at him, "You go and get some rest, genius".

Those simple words made him blush. He did his best to hide a half smile behind his scarf as he put it on.

"Yeah yeah".

Because they were to be staying a while longer to do some tidying and bring the clothes back home for the following days, he left them behind. They waved at him cheerfully, even got out in the hallway to keep waving, which was something their usual laziness guarded them against.

"Have a nice week-end Rochi!"

Rochalizo waltzed backwards, moving his mittened-hand back, feeling great about himself. A ready-made sentence popped out in his mind; 'He had showed them'. Showed who? He didn't think that had been aimed peculiarly at his two teammates, but rather, covered something much larger. He wasn't sure who that encompassed. But he sure had.

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Through the mucky, wet window, the world was a dance. The grey streets and their passersby swirled along with the dead leaves, carried away through the windy drizzle and faded away slowly in a cloud of lacklustre hues. Alleys were no different, stretched into long shapeless strokes until the lampposts lit the day still clear and their joyous balls of lights joined and got onto the train, journeying on the panes. Rochalizo yawned meekly, his cheek squashed against his wrist, weary eyes looking but not seeing the fluorescent street signs and its traffic. His life seemed to be summed up by sleepy states in diverse public transportation these days. He sniffled in his scarf, hoping he hadn’t caught a cold and buried himself deeper into the cloth. Only by some strange miracle, did he managed to hear the voice announcing his stop.

He went further up the street, passed by an old bakery, the local swimming pool, as his home keys dangled from his fingers, then the travel agency which spread on both sides of the silent road. The ancient bricks of facades and brown leaved bushes blended into the greyish weather which would soon be swallowed by night. Some early Christmas decorations which flashed into the littered-with-garbage alleys had been hung by their ends to roofings' beams. Meanwhile, the guzzles of wind snored persistently around him and through the plastic storefronts supporting their signs as leaves got carried away into open sewers and a hooded silhouette leaned onto a cafe's wooden fore wall and crushed their third cigarette butt. Exiting the end of the road at full speed, a busy motorcyclist took the left path and vanished in loud motor noises. Rochaizo kept his eyes to his feet as he walked by blindly, automatically. The mundanity of the streets sometimes made him want to throw up.

However, walking up the stairs of his old building, he felt lighter for every step he took; crossing the dark long corridor and fixing his eyes on that warm light which spilled out from the threshold drew a little smile from him. It wasn't much but this place was rife with personality. The home lightings shed some light on the brown daft doormat Suoh had bought last month. 'Yay, it's you', it said and it made him roll his eyes each time he spent enough time there to notice it anew, but he hated it less than he pretended he did. Especially on exhausting nights like these where he found himself longing for a warm, soothing presence and a few valuing words which he could be given by no one else. Without further ado, he put his keys into the lock, knocked briefly and came in, ditching his boots away. His coat he hurriedly hung by the wrong end, devil-may-care way, impatient as he was to shed his heavy artillery (see also: winter outfit) and gain some more mobility. As soon as he was in, a wave of warm air wrapped around him and he felt relaxed hearing the very homely sounds of their home; the washing machine's little singing sounds, the ruffles of a sofa being flattened and another one he didn't hear often. In this moment, the TV blast some cartoonish jumps and death sounds. Eyebrow and interest piqued, he washed his hands and went straight for the living room.

"Hello!", a voice called, sweet and enthusiastic, yet the following words were marked by a bit of anxiety, "With you in a second!"

Rochalizo peered curiously from the corner of the wall and lay his eyes on what revealed to be quite the cute sight; on the unmade couch in the living-room, Suoh sat cross-legged, barefoot, a bohemian headscarf tied across his brow and his hair in a messy high bun. He wore a blanket around his shoulders above a patchwork shirt and long layered brown cloth trousers. His body and arms leaned towards the TV, extending the gamepad towards it, hoping — keyword — to make it more responsive. He bit on his lip, unblinking and slightly swung his legs up and down to manage the adrenaline. Entirely focused on his character's moves, his pupils traced short round trips in their eye sockets.

He was playing Mario Bros on the other's old Wii, battling against one of the bosses. Rochalizo folded arms over himself. His smile was widening as he shook his head slowly, not quite believing he was witnessing him finishing a game and conspicuously winning what’s more...

"I'll leave you to it if you're busy!", he proclaimed, amused and left, heading for the bathroom, dragging feet.

"No, no, I promise. I'm done!", Suoh shouted back, the gaming-panic raising in his voice once more.

The flat smelled of hot soup, scented oils — perhaps mud too — and painting, he thought to himself. A strange combination and that in itself wasn't so usual here if one looked at their numerous opposite interests. Those little disgusting things which brought them joy made this house seem like a wreaking-havoc-tornado mess. Other times, it was what made this house a home. But those particular smells, creamy mashed smells of sunchoke and leek as well as this odd smell of beetroot oil also alerted him of the change in season, in case the outside scenery and its host of putrid smells and brown and grey shades hadn’t been worked hard enough to have him notice.

Rochalizo opened the valve and flushed some water on his face in the bleak bathroom. The bulb had been dysfunctional since last week but none of them had had the time to take care of it until now. He soaked a cotton pad in cleanser and removed his eyeliner and eyeshadow in small strokes. He was just finished when he heard the famous winning sound effect from the living room, a cry of victory and then, the sound of something falling to the floor in a thud and fast, fast, running footsteps. He tensed in wait, nervously holding back that happy thrill and didn't turn around, pretending he was still busy. He had expected them but somehow, could never manage to predict how overjoyed they made him feel; a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and held him tight, their will to contain all of him at once made obvious. Lips pressed hearty kisses against the nape of his neck while he felt the bony hands clamp all over him. Rochalizo's legs grew as mellow as marshmallow and soon enough, his entire body had become limp; his flushed face fell on the other's shoulder. It made Suoh giggle and tighten his hold so they both wouldn't trip. He had learnt his lesson from that time they had both slipped on the bathroom’s wet floor. Chased away from their spot, Suoh's lips conquered the cheek that was closest, kissing one of the red bangs in the way.

"Days are too long without you...", he complained in a whisper, close to his ear.

"Mmmh...", Rochalizo confirmed in a small whine.

He freed his cheek delicately, turning around in his arms. Then, bumped his forehead against the other's and made the bridge of their noses rub. Suoh's shoulders in his hands brought a relief he knew he underestimated each time he left. Asking teasingly, but genuinely, Suoh's kind voice breathed:

"Are you okay? Tired?

— Just really really exhausted", the boy mumbled.

His lids closed half way on his eyes and a lazy smile carved his lips. The warmth of Suoh's body, his affection, his attention, he wanted it all. Brushing his mouth against his, he stole a long feisty kiss from Suoh which didn't take long for him to rob back. For long minutes they kissed, fingers knitted together in their respective hair. His nose whizzed quietly. It was hard to get enough; of those tingles induced when the beloved mouth opened and left a lingering feeling of watery heat, of that tenacy, meaning if he slipped a little too fast, he immediately came back for a stronger kiss and a narrower hold. When their clinch died out in intensity, Suoh's hands rubbed the other's small back vigourously. His eyes brimmed in protective fondness.

"Fancy a tea? And we have eggplant lasagna too tonight".

Rochalizo nodded sleepily and tagged along, following closely in his tracks. He still held Suoh's hand.

"You're telling me you're good at video games and cooking, now?", he chortled, "Is there some secret life class you're attending?

— I've ordered it, you crafty sneerer", replied Suoh, kissing the top of his head as he led them to their small kitchen, "I'm still as bad of a cook as you are.

— Do you remember when we almost poisoned the plumber?

— Oh my word... I do, but not happily..."

The boy's giggle lasted even as he sat around their small bar table. Watching Suoh boiling some hot water for the tea, he wagged his legs from the height as he patiently waited. He took his time to admire his slenderness from the back, feeling oddly blessed after few unpleasant sights he had caught in town. The view of certain things which did not fulfill his sense of aesthetic could get his spirits low or instill in him feelings of disgust varying in intensity. But at present, he granted with a soft look those little details, from the vapour which absconded from the teapot, Suoh's bare feet on the tiles and the chain of his pendant turned upside down, the porcelain cups which gently capsized before going still, to the yellow light on the pans drying in the plate rack and the pulled-back ginger curtains which opened up on the dark street and the neighbour's balcony's disordered chairs. In the gurgle of the kettle, the creaks of cupboards being pryed opened and the rustle of plant sacks, he felt soothed.

"There's only the Indian Masala blend left... Oh! Or mint tea!"

— Mmh? Oh, Indian please".

Suoh stopped gratting at his lips with his index and emitted a little approval sound. He sank the tea bags into their fuming cups and brought them. Meanwhile, Rochalizo had got up and set the table up, scooping large tablespoons of the dish into their plates.

"So how was your day?", inquired Rochalizo as he shoved a large portion of cheese into his mouth, as soon as he saw Suoh climbing up the chair facing him, "Looks like you stayed home".

The latter leaned his face against his folded arms. He watched Rochalizo with such a cute smile, he could not prevent his from hatching. He gave him a little kick in the knee with his own.

"Answer".

Suoh's eyelashes fluttered as he laughed. Sitting high up like this, at such a narrow table, there wasn't much space for stretching one's legs; he didn't move his knees but on the contrary, pushed them against Rochalizo's to win some room.

"I plead guilty. I had my day off. Almost!

— But studying week hasn't started already, correct?

— Yes, it'll start much later. Today was dedicated to a conference I wasn't particularly interested in, so I did some repassing of environmental law", he said, sticking his fork's tines into a steaming slice and drawing infinity signs on top of it.

Rochalizo nodded from time to time, his mouth too full to comment for now. He kept his eyes on him even as he emptied his drink in one go. The still hot pan in the sink uttered a complaining hiss as a droplet of water fell on top of it from the faucet.

"I went walking in the park too. The weather was so nice. And oh!" — he suddenly stirred on his spot and shifted on the edge of his seat, dislodging the pink cushion he sat on— I found some mimosas! And some red rosemary! It's insane that everyone passes by them without looking. I'd never seen any around here!"

As he thrillingly explained how amazing the scent they exhaled was and how he could transfer some roots in a pot, he made a move a little too broad for their small space and knocked his glass over. Rochalizo opened his mouth to mutter a warning. Before Suoh's extended palm could ever fill the distance, he jumped out to reach for it and caught it before it tumbled off the table.

"Be careful!", he said, looking quite awake by now.

Suoh hid his mouth behind his two palms, still processing what had just happened in such a short time. The other chuckled at his worried face.

"You got a little overexcited, didn't you?"

It earned a smile from Suoh who nodded and thanked him. He watched him sit back in place and carefully verify where his legs and arms came resting, wary as not to cause another accident. His self-consciousness made Rochalizo soft; it mustn't always be easy to be so clumsy with those legs and arms and so, he shifted to his side all objects likely to be knocked over. Suoh gladly spread on the table like spilled sauce and Rochalizo then encouraged him to resume talking about his day for he wished to forget about his and be entertained. His days were always so full, he got fascinated at how many activities he could fit in a regular 9 to 5.

"After the park, I ran into someone from uni with whom I never got the chance to talk more, so we had a snack together. They've opened a very nice snackbar near the mall, they serve delish Pakistanese food. Then, um... A classmate called me from the conference and tried to get me to come but I was already off home studying again. Also the Christmas shop at the hotel was open so I figured I'd drop by. I bought a few things for this year's festivities!"

Rochalizo's nodding paused and his fork fell out of his fingers, upset.

"You waited for me to go ice skating, yeah?"

Suoh smiled and pressed a hand on his arm.

"Let's go tomorrow after a field trip to the bank. Don't worry, I know you wanted to go together. I haven't forgotten.

— You had better not".

For an answer, he didn't get the protesting he'd have expected but only gentleness. Suoh's fingers on his forearm had begun playing with the tiny hair on it, stroking them slowly, messying lengthwise with their natural inclination. Rochalizo's eyes lowered on the hand. His cold palm on him felt like it weighed a ton although it was barely lain. Once again, he moved his legs in merry excitement, keeping his expression low on the table so the other wouldn't pick up on the foolish smile he was drawing out of him. Both chairs creaked and a while they were both comfortable not saying anything, smiling at or about each other.

But for cold aubergine gets rapidly inedible, he stuffed his cheeks with the last of of his dish, scrapping on the sides of his plates with his knife. After he had drunk at least half his tea, he moved out of his seat, shifting Suoh's hand as late as possibly doable and gathered his plate and cutlery althogether. Reflexively, he put his hand out to seize Suoh's too but his hand stopped mid-air upon realising it was still almost full. He didn't bother hiding the mild disquiet in his voice.

"You've eaten next to nothing..."

Suoh shoved his remark off with a glib tone of voice.

— Ah... That's because I've talked more than you".

As a matter of fact, he wasn't in the wrong, but he had used a certain tone he seldom talked with and in most cases, it was for hiding things away or making up excuses. He couldn't lie.

— But will you finish it?

— Don't bother. I'm not that hungry tonight..."

Rochalizo shook his head, wearing a hollow rictus now, a very indicting one.

"You fed me the same lie yesterday..."

He put his plate back on the table and climbed on the footrest of Suoh's chair, brought a hand closer to stroke his shoulder gently. When Suoh turned around towards him, surprised, he tentatively cupped his face.

"Come on, what's the matter?", he added, in a softer voice.

Suoh's eyes met his hesitantly. He cracked up a sheepish smile as a little air was exhaled from his mouth.

"Some existential nonsense, like you'd say.

— I don't care, I want to hear it.

— ... Alright but not now. In a bit".

Rochalizo agreed to that silently. Forcing out people's troubles generally made them feel worse and there was nothing more wrong than feeling great about yourself for squeezing the facts out of someone for the sake of being a 'good friend' giving advice. He wished he had learnt that one sooner, but at least now, he knew. Having nothing left to say, he lay a kiss on Suoh's cheek and cleared the table. Suoh kept still a moment from the high chair, hands between his legs, watching him with sweet eyes and exited the kitchen.

The dishes didn't take long but perhaps it was also his fault for not cleaning them as meticulously as he should have and drying them the bare minimum. Either way it wasn't something the other begrudged him, for he was also terrible at that task but in another way; he claimed having sensitive skin against hot water and therefore, washed the dishes with freezing cold water, stowing them still greasy. He suspected it was also laziness occasionally. Mentally reacting to those thoughts, he shrugged. As long as they no longer tasted the same... None of them was a cleaning maniac and that was for the better. With water still dripping out of his fingers, he went to open the fridge and studied its contents. A disgruntled pout made his way to his face and expressed all the death thoughts he was experiencing just now. His voice rose, sufficiently loud.

"Did you eat the last of the cake?

— Yes, sorry!", shouted Suoh's apologetic voice from the living-room, yet not sorry enough for his taste, "But we still have stewed spinach or rhubarb-quinoa shortbread.

— Are you serious right now?!

— What? They're good!"

Rochalizo sighed and stored his dessert plate back into the cupboard. Suoh's head was tilted to the left as he watched him join him and settle grumpily on the couch next to him.

"Grocery shopping. Tomorrow. Together. I'm starving", he said to his intention.

His stone-cold face made Suoh giggle.

"You just ate.

— Starving for sweet things, that's different. But I guess you wouldn't know... Or perhaps you would! Why don't you eat your cauliflower cheesecakes or whatever shit those are if they are /so/ good?!"

The other looked indignant and made a point of protesting his heart out, listing all kinds of weird, obscure vegetables one only heard once in a lifetime.

"You just haven't looked properly. I bought tons of sweet tofu and humus with blinis and jelly cardoon and manioc—

— Full offense Suoh, but I hate all of your stuff. Those are disgusting. Rabbits wouldn't eat them".

At this poor comeback, Suoh's laugh grew in intensity and suddenly, he couldn't stop laughing. He held onto the other's shoulder so he wouldn't collapse out of the couch. Rochalizo's eyebrow arched in renewed irritation and surprise.

"Ha! You... You say that... But it doesn't prevent you from blending all of my stock for your beauty skincare creams! And afterwards you smell like those 'disgusting' veggies!

— Hey! I don't!", objected Rochalizo whose face had turned a little red.

He bluntly turned away from him, pretending he was sulking. Showing he didn't buy that, Suoh's arms circled his waist gently as a last whispery giggle ushered his throat.

"You know it's true, I saw the cosmetics in the bathroom. And it's not my fault if some have a strong smell... Although not a bad one for me..."

Rochalizo sniffled vexingly, not so ready to admit he had, in fact, digged through Suoh's collection of strange unedible veggies. But the worse was that he wondered what people must have thought now... That he lived in a gutter in a country bumpkin's farm? And he had thought those things with complicated names were pretty much odourless or would be hidden by the honey and the fruit he put in it... To learn that Suoh had let him go to places while drenched in weird plant smells and had not said a thing made him quite unhappy. Hell, the moron had probably liked it as he had said.

"Come on, come back here", sweetly simpered Suoh.

But with such a lovely voice, he was winning him over and he probably knew it. Rochalizo turned around. Suoh's face still bore that sheepish smile and him that pout. Holding on to that, he leaned into his arms slowly, acting out an awkward fall of his head on his shoulder, as though still resenting. Then, as he heard Suoh's smile widening, he quit pretending spitefulness and gladly took the embrace that was being offered. Those lips against his skull peppered a few kisses and he unwinded, liking the quiet sounds they were to his ears. Vanishing under the green hair and into the warmth of his neck for the rest of the night sounded like a perfect end to this evening.

His thoughts drifted away, losing coherence as he focused on the beating of Suoh's pulse and his calm, regular breathing. The living-room felt so far in this instant and shapeless colourful footages began moving before his eyes. He was running around happily with Suoh in a mix of familiar areas all merged together in a way which didn't make much sense but that didn't occur to him immediately, not before snapping out of it. They were having fun together doing anything that seemed like a fun idea to his mind, in an order hard to define: holding hands at a cafe which brutally switched to a beach where they chatted, ran through a just-appeared-forest laughing... That seemed like a good dream to fall asleep to, yet...

"And d'you have much to do this week-end?", he nonetheless heard himself saying, plans and ideas for the following days having crossed his tired mind.

"Not really... — the long-nailed hand resumed its gentle scratching in his hair — We could plan for something fun. Something not so disorderly like my day today.

— Totally. You're really the worst at relaxing.

— That's because I don't get enough free time!", protested Suoh, smiling through a half-amused, half-offended air and proceeded to nudge the other brutishly, "Watch your mouth!

— You said you were to blame!", countered Rochalizo, lifting palms up to prove so-called innocence, "It wouldn't happen so much if you didn't fill your timetables to the limit. But... I agree you need more. They make you too busy...", he concluded with another pout in a softer voice.

— I know... I'm going to try getting rid of some things, promise. I could use some me-time..."

That last answer earned a big sneer from Rochalizo. Entertained, he moved his face up to catch Suoh's eyes and his attention. A curious look was returned.

"Did you mean /literal/ me-time?"

Past the short-lived surprise and a half-opened mouth, Suoh began laughing and his hands found Rochalizo's middle to tickle him.

"Idiot!", he articulated between bits of mirth.

Soon the other's bits of laughter and snorting joined his, imploring for him to stop. He tortured him a little while, giggling at how the other's writhed like a worm under his teasings and squalled some 'mercy' in high-pitched cries. By the end, they had both fallen on their backs, breaths heavy and inconsistent. Rochalizo's head lay on his chest and his fiery hair had gotten messier in the one-sided tickle fight.

"In fact, it's not completely dumb", added Suoh to the chaotic silent, his words still cut up by low stamina, "I could use more of /that/ sort of me-time. It's relaxing.

— See?", replied the other, chuckling a bit then looking all smug as though he was stating facts, "Also takes your mind off things. My jokes aren't bullshit.

— Oh! That's very true... The other day I did and my mood drastically improved. Also anytime after, I feel super energised.

— You get energy after?! I just get more laundry and feel like dozing off".

Suoh's giggle echoed through the room, amused by that indignant reaction, as though he had just announced he possessed a very rare and convenient superpower.

— It also gets me laundry, you know. But that's good for you too. It must help you sleep.

— Oh, it really does".

They let the conversation die out a little, eyes fluttering close and enjoying each other. From time to time, the sofa twitched as they shifted a leg or pressed closer and its springs would grind in a small rusty sound. It became evident to Rochalizo's mind that he would still have to get up and get in the shower and the perspective of his skin being in contact to water while Suoh's hot neck was so close was enough discouragement to postpone it for another while.

"And how was your day?, I didn't ask", said the other after what seemed like minutes, picking up the topic again, "You seemed like you needed at least a dinner break before talking about it..."

Rochalizo's head nodded slightly before stirring out of his arms and attempting to clear his thoughts. Important! He had almost forgotten what he really needed to ask!

Repressing a yawn, he sat cross-legged before him and began by saying it had been pretty rough from the get-go with the silent agreement — or perhaps secret strike — of all of their devices. He mentionned the multiple sewing machines breaking down simultaneously and the terrible luck in everyone needing them at the same moment. Also, that piece of clothing a device tore down because of bad maintenance. Rochalizo's funny storytelling made Suoh laugh and he asked how well they were progressing in their project.

"You could say it's alright. It wouldn't have been as fun if two or three slip-ups hadn't occured".

He tried to speak as honestly as he could while not being too serious about it nor pitying their group too much. But Suoh's tendency was kinda in the pitying of people and whether he did it as a way of empathising or being kind, he did not know but he simply smiled and said that his group had made it, that it was now okay when Suoh showed a sad-looking face and rubbed his shoulder.

Months ago, he would oftentimes get angry at that behaviour; he couldn't wrap his mind around the idea that someone would pity him. It had always sounded like mocking in his eyes and he couldn't take any befits from it. Feeling like a victim was something he would gladly not want to feel. But if in the past he'd get angry when Suoh pitied him, he'd also noticed Suoh would look upset when he empathised in his own way: joking around the issue, calling out and hating on whoever had caused the other's problems generally didn't achieve in making Suoh feel better. He would shut off in the worst cases.

It was a lovely thing to be the bystander of their hard-earned common understanding. It had been difficult in the first times, learning how the other worked and at times, walking on eggshells when trying to be genuine, feeling lost and triggering conflicts on purpose then feeling bad, or not triggering them and feeling just as bad. It seemed to him that they had matured enough and learned to show the other the type of support they needed. However, when that behaviour did not come instinctively, they could still understand that behind the other's undesired ways of empathising was an intent of care, always.

And so, when he explained how he had suggested to sew it all by himself, he still got pitied but took no offense, especially when it was followed with a good kiss on the lips.

"So did you really sew it on your own manually?! That must've required a lot of work! I get why you're exhausted now, baby..."

He shrugged the concern away, lowering and raising his eyes in a flash of hair as his wrist flew to the side.

— Yeah well... I was just ready to do it. I couldn't bear the thought of us sending over a shoddy job...

— I get your intention but I'm a bit mad at your teammates for not helping... Fools taking advantage of your kindness..."

Rochalizo's face tore into a smile, then a small laugh.

"Right! The fuckers, we should get them behind the bars"

The other's expression changed, looking as though he pondered if those vitriolic words hid a unpleasant event. Under Suoh's suddenly very worried eyes, Rochalizo quickly rectified with a smile.

"I'm joking!"

Averting his eyes then, he scratched at the back of his neck.

"It's nothing like that. I was really convincing! I told the story of how I fast-knitted your beanie when we were in the mountains this winter.

— Ah yes, that was fast. And so sweet of you. I still treasure that beanie, by the way...

Of course, this dork knew exactly how to make him blush and that wasn't something he planned on stopping. It made him look down for a second, enjoying the compliment and the honour that it was to have made something he could cherish.

— But I hope you didn't tell the whole story", tried Suoh, wincing awkwardly. "It was so stupid that I managed to catch five colds in a row during the whole trip. And mostly because... I ate ice creams in the snow with you to prove a ridiculous point..."

The other shook his head adamantly, holding back a wheeze which he needed to stop right now or he would think back to those moments and it'd take ten minutes for him to stop laughing. It was funny enough to hear Suoh get defensive as he rarely considered his pride but this was on another plane of hilarity. He could still see himself in his pyjamas, feeding his ill treasure ugly soup while Suoh gulped them weakly, wrapped in endless layers of jackets, hidden under thick blankets.

Having resumed, the story of how he sew the piece of clothing back to normal was warmly complimented by Suoh and it made him quite proud; he loved that feeling when it lasted. He also commented on his teammates' appreciations and shared how it made him feel: if he wasn't sure how well he had contributed to the group until now, he did feel that eventually, he had been able to truly help. How they seemed to have developed a more layered point of view of him since today had been nice. Not that he needed people to see all facets for him (that would be a frightening thing), but an insight in seeing him in another light was welcome. Otherwise, he said, he wasn't sure the label they would've assigned him would have been a great one.

At that, Suoh held his hands and swinged them from one side to the other, seizing his attention. He told him he needn't fear others' judgement so much, for he was wonderful. Rochalizo held Suoh's gaze for a bunch of seconds, feelig somewhat emotionally naked and he didn't enjoy that feeling when he couldn't prepare for it and especially in the midst of a fun conversation. One supposed to be without too much hassle.

"You don't have to... Get into that—

— I know! I just... Ok I won't! But let me just say one thing. Should others act terrified all the time, wonder all the time what you're thinking of them? You'd feel bad knowing they can't relax around you, wouldn't you, love? It's the same for them.

— I'm not terrified! Suoh... Just drop it fucking hell", the boy muttered, rolling his eyes and freeing his hands, "I want it off my brain, not even more inside".

This must figure among the things which irritated him the most. He knew Suoh meant well and wanted to help and he appreciated the thought. However, it sometimes was hard to stay appreciative when he didn't take the hint on him not wishing to elaborate on certain topics. For someone who was decently skilled in social situations, Suoh could be completely missing the point and come out of control when it came to identifying what was for others a sensitive topic and having the delicacy not to bring it up again. He could read a room quite well and yet... Feel the need to rectify and underline the implication of that uneasiness wished to be swept away.

At least now, looking into his eyes, he seemed to have understood why he had reacted this way. He tentatively grabbed Rochalizo's hands again and the boy let him, to show he wasn't really angry at him.

"Sorry... You're right. This isn't a good topic for idle prattle..."

The name he etiquetted it made Rochalizo giggle for it was the silliest thing. He could do nothing but forget about Suoh's faux pas in this case; he was the cutest.

"Yeah yeah. I know you'd want to go deep all the time but it's no fun. I just want to have a good time with you and laugh right now".

This was something Suoh could agree on. He nodded and as he did, squeezed his palms in his and clingily leaned his face onto Rochalizo's arms who stretched them so they could hold hands. Rochalizo felt beyond soft of heart at this point. As he shifted to slip one of his legs under his thighs, shifting closer and aiming to cuddle up, he felt something rigid scratch his skin in his pants' pocket.

"Oh! I totally forgot but they also gifted me this to thank me", he said, poking his forehead as he recalled, taking the wrapped candy bar out of his pocket and handing it to Suoh, "Do you want it?"

A large strand of green hair fell over Suoh's brow as he leaned in to examine it in his hand. The blue pupils quivered to the upper corner, likely recollecting memories, unhappy ones, given the coldness that got a hold of his face for a second. Rochalizo knew what this was about; they had been his after all, before they had become Suoh's. But unlike Suoh, he was already over it. The other's face then came back from those gloomy thoughts and distorted into a reluctant, embarrassed look.

"I'd rather you have it since you've worked hard and I didn't do anything to earn it... Plus I know you like them but... Yes, thank you".

He slowly took the candy, as though the other would proclaim he he wanted it back any moment and placed it on his side, on the low table a mere twenty centimeters away. As thanks, he leaned in again to kiss Rochalizo's cheek but when he started withdrewing, the latter held the sides of his face to prevent him from fleeing away and brought Suoh's mouth to his. He kissed his lips bit by bit, his smile broadening as his face got to brush against the other's more and more. Gladly detained, Suoh opened his mouth slightly against his lips, breathing shakily. The feeling of their mouths toying was so enjoyable, he almost wouldn't let him go and Rochalizo almost forget again what he wanted to say.

"Wait... Wait a minute", he giggled against Suoh's lips who tried pulling at his sides when he started going backwards, "I'm not done.

— You started it!"

But even though reluctant, those words had Suoh decide he would behave for a while and he moved away a little, although just a little so they still stood very close and he had an easy acess for any more kisses. His hands snaked around his waist and held him tight. This unwillingness to let him go made Rochalizo snort and he gave him a small kick in the chest before resuming.

"Err... Okay, so... To be fair, it's a huge relief to be done with all of those tedious steps and I feel like the last one is gonna be the most laid-back. 'Cause the last step now is the organisation of the fashion show. But my nerves are gonna blow up! Can you believe there'll be a whole team of professionals involved?! To promote the clothes that /we've/ designed... But... To do that... We still need someone to really highlight the clothes..."

Suoh uttered a series of little sounds as he talked, signifying he was attentive and his entire face had lit up by the time he stopped talking. Rochalizo let silence fill the room so he would understand by himself. Because... Asking so straightforwardly would certainly be a bit awkward.

"That's amazing! I didn't know you'd go so big as to have a catwalk and a production".

Obviously he'd be missing the point he was trying to bring out. Typical Suoh. He took a long breath and gritted his teeth a little.

"Innit? ... We've recruited everyone but... All we're missing is a model..."

Suoh hummed again, listening closely. Rochalizo winced.

"Come to think of it... The clothes would fit you, in my opinion".

Another bit of silence and Suoh still hadn't taken the hint, displaying this dumb smile. How could he have missed that?! He had been so smooth right now!! Was it the result of complimenting him too hard and him getting too used to it?! Rochalizo anchored his eyes into Suoh's, not averting eyes a second to try and get his point across and if he didn't this time, what the fuck. He began again, slowly, cutting out each group of words in an exasperated tone.

"We're looking for someone, and it could be anyone, who'd accept to pose in our clothes. I said I'd ask".

His insistent look seemed to confuse Suoh at first and then, a few seconds later, the blue eyes rounded up. He brought a goofy hand to his thorax in a way of questioning Rochalizo's decision and asking confirmation. Rochalizo'd head tilted to the left and timidly nodded.

"You're asking me?? To do the modelling?

— No, I'm asking the armchair behind you.

— Oh shush!", he giggled and it was his turn to kick him lightly in the chest.

Rochalizo blinked a few times, laughing internally and slowly switched to studying Suoh's face and weighing the chances of him saying yes. From his perspective, none could be as perfect as him for this role, but that opinion would definitely differ from Suoh's own perspective of himself and what he thought he was capable of. Or had time for, in fact, a parameter he hadn't thought of.

Suoh's hands brushed several red strands of hair behind his ear.

"You know... You don't need to sugarcoat things or imply them as if it's embarrassing. It's really not".

— ... Well it can be, I don't know...", muttered Rochalizo, trying to take his own defense.

— With respect to what can it be?", asked Suoh, making fun a tiny bit, "In case I say no?"

The boy's mouth lay gape, taken by surprise and looking so naturally aggrieved, as though shock hadn't given him enough time to cover it with a more nuanced expression. But it did came and very soon, he looked a little less sad and more composed. However, he spoke in a small voice which wasn't apt in hiding his disappointment.

"Is that... Your answer?"

— Oh... Baby!"

Watching him act this way, Suoh let out a laugh and found himself mirroring this very saddened face.

"You should see your face! Don't look so sad...", he breathed to him before crushing him into a tight hug.

"I'm not!! I'm really not! You're just stupid", attempted the other, hardly breathing as he was being held in such a position where his lungs were being congested.

When he let him go, Suoh put some distance between them and leaned against the large armrest, observing Rochalizo's reactions from below. He did seem to like what he was seeing since his lips twitched into a soft smile. Then, he saw Suoh lose his smile and sigh.

"What?!

— I just think it's really kind of you to suggest I do the modelling. Really flattering too. Because you wouldn't ask just anyone, innit?

— That's for sure", replied Rochalizo, looking puzzled regarding where this conversation was now going.

To see how it would unfold, he waited for the other to add something that would give hints as to what his final decision would be, but there was only silence for a moment and a Suoh seemingly lost in thought. Slowly losing his temper as he was forced into waiting, he folded his arms over himself.

"Just say no, okay? Don't pretend you might and then decline.

— I'm not trying to say no", quickly added Suoh and this had Rochalizo's mood improvely instantly again.

— Um alright.. But you know, I'm only asking if you're a fan of the idea by the way. There won't be any audience and this will be a small group, so no hundreds of indiscreete eyes... Y'know it was just an idea. I can... Um, we can totally find someone else.

— But what if I turn out useless?", said Suoh quietly, voice trailing off, a pensive finger on his lips, "I've never done it before and I'm so clumsy..."

For the first time since he had been asked, he was expressing a little insecurity. Understanding at last, the reason for his hesitation, Rochalizo felt better disposed. He shook his head and lay down besides him, between the warm body and the back of the sofa, his eyes watching Suoh with a pride and a kind of love he couldn't possibly contain.

"The way I see it, you could do anything", he said, his hands tracing long circles on his back, communicating as much reassurance as he could, "But no pressure. If you're not really, really into it, then don't".

The eyes facing him closed and he heard him sigh again, although seemingly more at peace this time. Rochalizo reflected briefly on Suoh's words. It was interesting how differently their fears were rooted, he noted. He, was afraid of judgement and in the end, how bad the external gaze would make him feel. Suoh, tended to be afraid of his own pointlessness and in sum, how bad misplaced competence or incompetence could make others feel, a perspective he often failed to understand. He admitted he didn't see the point in being useful all the time and restlesssly being what others needed could easily lead to a burnout. But Suoh often saw farther than him; he had bigger ideas, bigger plans. His efforts must be anything but wasted on a lost cause. For a moment, he kept stroking his back and Suoh relaxed under his touch, content to be spoiled with attention and reaffirmation. When his eyes reopened, they were sparkling of joy and excitement.

"If there's no one else whom I'm stealing the spot, then... I think it'd be an amazing thing to do.

— Are you sure?", said Rochalizo, feeling his chest fill up with butterflies.

Suoh's last little nods made him so happy and excited he thought he'd never be able to stop smiling. He found himself close to suggesting they raised a toast to that but remembered his hair had gotta so greasy it needed to fixed. A toast could be raised later, as they'd say good night. It was still early.

OoOoO

Wild water springed down the shower curtain and flocked into the ceramic basin. The quiet gurgling ricocheted throughout the small room, its many angles and granite recesses in the wall moving the sound away. As the white water vapour thickened, it was as though the warm lights had dimmed out and he stood in the aftermath of a flood. His ears rang softly and he tasted parched water on his tongue, sat against the cold wall of the bathroom, his open bathrobe dragging on the carpeted floor. Trying the temperature again, he dipped a finger into the thin surface of water which swirled sleepily. Under such radiance, the water had taken on the colours of honey and further inside the cubicle, those of the setting sun. Believing it was enough, Rochalizo discarded his robe which he sent flying on the clothing screen and stepped onto the wet ceramic, splashing his own ankles as he progressed up to the tap. He directed it towards him and its stream of water flushed, more spilling than he had expected and colder which drew out a slight groan from him. When the water finally turned hot enough, he slipped under the stream with much delight. He had enjoyed a few minutes to himself under hot water, heating his shivering body when he heard a knock on the door.

"What?!", he shouted through the water running and the rumbling of an overwhelmed siphon.

Suoh's voice through the wooden door was pleading.

"Can I brush my hair?"

Rochalizo reduced the flow rate a little, fixing hands around his temples so the water wouldn't pour over his ears as he did. He couldn't hear a thing.

"What?!?!

— Can I brush my hair?", repeated Suoh, a little stronger, his mouth against the wall.

— Can't it wait?

— Please, I have a big knot and it hurtssss..."

Suoh knew how to be persuasive, his little wails never missed their aim, to Rochalizo's despair. Reaching out with dripping fingers through the shower curtain, he groped for some time blindly, finding the switch first, then the lock which he unlocked rapidly. As he warmed himself up again under the stream, he heard the door open and Suoh step in. In small coughs, he fought against the vapour before Rochalizo heard the familiar repetitive sounds of the brush grooming the hair and taming it until he no longer heard its painful resistance and the staunch brush strokes which left Suoh out of breath. Rochalizo clinged to the water running, eyes shutting and his belly facing the wall. Suoh's presence didn't particularly make him uneasy, but he would still dread an unlucky occurence like the shower curtain falling by itself or blowing open. He could've relaxed a bit more, reaching the blissful state where he'd almost fall asleep in the hot water, but since Suoh was there, it inexplicably motivated him to get his shower over with. He had begun pooring shampoo into his hands when Suoh's voice reached his ears again.

"Hey... Can I come?"

Rochalizo spread the handful of shampoo on his thorax, distracted by the words. Tilting his face to the right, he nibbled on his lip, not sure if he should have felt a bit peeved or sorry.

"Not really..."

There was a thump coming from the floor and the metallic sound of something banging on it. Suoh must have sat against the heater.

"Why...?

— Heuh. You know I don't have to give you a 'why'", huffed the other whose tone was on the line between mockery and amusement for the outward discomfit Suoh was showing.

Suoh must have shifted a leg or a foot and leaned against something because he now heard him as though he was farther.

"I know...", Suoh answered as his soft laugh chimed around the room, "I'll just take mine afterwards then".

A rustle of fabric reached the other's ears and he understood Suoh had gotten up and was heading for the door. He scratched his chin, thinking for a second.

"Wait!", Rochalizo called out of the blue.

Suoh's footsteps stopped and he himself had frozed, hand on the doorknob.

"You want me to bring soap back? Or some...?", he inquired, but Rochalizo cut him off.

"No, just... Just come in if you want to.

— Really?

— Y-Yeah..."

Suoh's nails gratted against the doorknob and stopped briefly before resuming again. His voice was clear, given an inkling of curiosity.

"Why the sudden change?

— You said you needed a wash. It'd be more convenient this way", the boy muttered, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

He had been reluctant to share his peace before but it didn't matter anymore. Now that Suoh was here and that they were chatting carefreely. Suoh laughed.

"Is that the only reason?"

Rochalizo ostensibly shrugged, although Suoh couldn't see him through the curtain.

"I just... Reconsidered and thought it could be nice... If we can make it quick".

"Quick?", repeated Suoh, almost choking from the words he had seemed to find witty, "You're always accusing me of turning your showers as long as... What did you say again the other day? ... Endless monk meditations!"

The slight fluttering of cloths and arms struggling pierced through and clothes began falling to the floor. From inside the shower cubicle, he was watching the bathroom lamps keel softly as the other undressed in uncoordinated moves. Rochalizo's mouth curved as he eyed the curtain with a disgracious stare.

"You deserve it! 'Cause every time we shower together you manage to turn it into a water fight... Or shower sex. Or a four-hour-long hugging session!"

The light ringing of Suoh's belt which was being being taken off and harped on about round the room stopped. A small mouth sound of lips being parted.

"So you're not gonna hug me? I'm not coming in...", he complained.

Rochalizo huffed and shook his head, amused at this attempt of earning pity. As Suoh had moved closer to the cloth, he was beginning to see his faint shadow and watched it ondulate in indistinct strokes, sketchy like an ink-painted abstract figure a canvas would proudly wield.

"I never said that, idiot. Come".

He heard the last of his clothes hit the floor; pants first, then his underwear and next thing, his fingertips brushed against the shower curtain, then slid in. Rochalizo stepped forward, courteously putting his hand out and Suoh reached out for him to seize his fingers and guide him inside to avoid any risk of stumbling. When he lay his foot on the ceramic and slithered through the screen, Suoh's eyes caught sight of Rochalizo. The latter's face was slightly pink, framed by a mass of wet hair turned into adorable straighter spikes. Droplets poured from his cheeks and nose and his chest rose in small bouncings under the water which dripped from his slumped shoulders to his narrow waist and down his plumped thighs which skin closed around his crotch. He shied away a bit from his eyes, his flushed body from the heat slightly turned to the side. But he held Suoh's hands in his tightly, treasuring. Suoh's heart missed a beat and his lips lift up so high he thought they'd touch the roof.

'Don’t hide from me...', he wished to say in this instant, 'I love everything about you baby'. His hands freed themselves and he almost ran filling the distance between them, cupping Rochalizo's face. They brushed away a strand of hair covering his left eye and went back in place while his gaze had not left Rochalizo.

"You're cold..."

Suoh's loving eyes filled with playfulness hearing his boy state such a factual thing as gravely as though it'd be a matter of life or death that it should come to be resolved. And he giggled. His arms fell on the other's shoulders, straight and kindly enclaving, broken at the wrists.

"Oh, surely you can fix that..."

Rochalizo smiled. He emitted a small throaty sound of amusement and his hands fixed around the paler hips, loving how they came to fit so nicely into his hands and how the soft skin seemed to have been made for him to grasp. Pulling gently at them, his eyes wandered on Suoh's groin and followed the lines his hip sockets traced up to his lower-stomach and the bony curvature of his kidneys, some skin being pleated, the beauty marks below his navel, the smallest fuzz from his belly... Unconsciously as he observed, his fingers skimmed in awe the three intercrossing stretchmarks under Suoh's right hip bone which intercrossed like sea dragons or shining fish scales. He had the simplest beauty, one you couldn't get over because it was so humble and charming.

Suoh's head poked smoothly against his and as he too lowered his gaze, he smiled as he noticed Rochalizo’s gaze was swathing him, contemplating his nakedness with the blithe casualness, yet reserved admiration of someone who knew his body by heart but still felt quiet delight in observing him. Silently delighted too, Suoh’s arms unstiffened and correctly snaked around the upper back of his beloved, filling his hands with the other’s shoulder blades and traced some loving words on each side of his spine. He too, got stuck on the other’s skin, his appreciative gaze hooking on his outer thighs which water tracks irrigated, flowing by his outer thighs, swirled on the inner flesh and escaped in long gushes around knee height.

Swiftly going up again, Rochalizo’s eyes floated into his for some moments and he lost himself in an eruption of colours, those pupils round and brimming with unrushed and tranquil yearning. Rochalizo dragged him under the running water, walking backwards carefully and shifting to the side so they could both stand under it. As he once more pulled at Suoh’s hips, bringing his body warmth to him, as he had requested, Suoh wiped the water from his moled face, however quickly the water would come splash it again inevitably and kissed him.

Suoh kissed him longly, slowly, his hands brushing idly against his neck and chest, not attempting in the least to challenge time to a race. He wished to waste it all with Rochi, if you could call it waste, and see with him the unexpected early rise of the sun as they’d have wasted it so much, perhaps even miss it as they’d only have eyes for each other. They huddled against each other as closely as it was still possible for their mouths to align and for one to take in the other’s breath. The sounds of water, mightier and deeper as it rang peacefully against their ears induced a sensation of indescribable safety and the smaller drops ricocheting in the cubicle told a story in a high-pitched hummed melody.

Under the hot spring, Suoh’s newly wetted body was ran by small shivers, adapting to temperature changes and Rochalizo took good care to massage it gently, brushing the goose bumped skin away with the water which fell into his hands. The waters kept raining onto them as their smiling mouths parted and they breathed calmly through the hot vapour, finding air between the walls of liquid which dropped from their face. Lips carved into a chuckling smile, Suoh washed away again, the water from Rochalizo’s brow and his eyelids blinked, sharing a blurry, loving gaze with the other through eyelashes dotted with droplets. Rochalizo batted eyelashes, eyes growing sassy, behind their own weave of water pearls.

“So, is it fixed?”

Suoh felt his own smile grow into a mischievous smirk and nodded vigorously before uttering one single giggling sound, kissing Rochalizo’s neck and resting his head on his shoulder.

Rochalizo exhaled a little air, amused and locked arms around the thin hips after getting on his tiptoes so Suoh wouldn’t have to bend his back too much in this position. Their bodies intertwined, slipping easily since they were soaked. Suoh’s skin was now warm and so smooth Rochalizo felt like pulling fistfuls of it. Instead, he dug his nose into the green hair, in the half which had already dried a little, being less exposed. They were still for a little while, except shifting once or twice for Rochalizo to take his turn at having his back outside of the water. Soon, Suoh’s lips brushed against like silk against his neck. Those weren’t exactly kisses, he stroked Rochalizo’s skin using only lips, parting them just enough so he felt his hot breath and closing them, unpursed.

“Hey don’t!”, he protested, laughing softy, pushing him back a little.

Suoh’s face wouldn’t have looked more comical if an interrogation mark had popped above his head. Rochalizo snorted.

“But we’re just cuddling...?

— I said I didn’t want this to be long. We’ve been here for long enough already.

— Oh”.

Rochalizo could feel the thoughts squirming their way in to Suoh’s mind, as he began looking more and more disappointed despite what he probably tried not to show.

“You’ve got better things to—?

— No treasure, don’t take this personally. I’m super tired, that’s why. All I want is to go to bed”, he declared, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, punctuating his point with an authentic yawn.

Suoh’s fond smile would have been enough an answer but he walked to the shelf and grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap. He handed Rochalizo the bar of soap and positioned behind him. His good-natued words were music to his ears.

“Okay... Let me help”.

Rochalizo agreed to that and thanked him with a kiss. While he rubbed soap on his torso and spread the surplus on his arms and forearms, he felt the cold substance being poured into his hair. Then, delicate hands roaming his skull, scrubbing more insistently at his temples, his back hair and front baby hair. Suoh resumed his gentle scrubbing and placed several kisses on his brow after having paused to rince the bubbly hair and created a screen with his hand so it would not fall into his eyes. Rochalizo found himself enjoying this head massage more than he should have, being distracted more than once by the comfort he was feeling and forgetting to pursue his washing. The absolute care and fingers fluttering around, providing strokes in places which had him relax more and more, his head slowly falling backwards sometimes drew wee sighs of relief from him.

“I like this new shampoo”, Suoh whispered, close to his flushed ear, his nose in Rochalizo’s just washed hair.

A tingle of pleasure shot through his body and Rochalizo’s eyes closed by themselve as he smiled, but tried not to smile so broadly as his lips ordered him to.

“I know right. I’m good at choosing them”.

A small snickering from behind him and two hands pulled at his shoulders, the angelic voice even more into his ear.

“Can I use it?”

Rochalizo’s brain and body battled for their rights to respectfully wince and smile which had him do all two. He could have easily urged him to use the full bottle and promised to buy him all existing versions of this shampoo when we was being talked like this so seductively...

“You can’t. It’s mine”, he still managed to say.

Suoh hummed in a low voice, as if saying that it couldn’t be helped. Noticing Rochalizo had stopped washing, he took the soap from his hands and began rubbing at his back. Rochalizo could hear his smirk in his back as he teased:

"My bad, I forgot you like smelling like nasty veggie products. There /is/ rhubarb in the mix after all.

— You!”, Rochalizo exclaimed in a loud huff, almost scandalised at, in his eyes, such a low blow.

He turned to the side and splashed a large quantity of water in Suoh’s face. Crying out in surprise, Suoh tried to block it with his arms unsuccessfully. He spat out some water to the side but as he rose his head high again, uttered this devilish giggle only he could produce, proving the attack had had little effect. Rochalizo mocked the way his hair fell miserably on his face, arrogantly looking down. He splashed another wave at Suoh who this time, raised his arms at the right height to protect himself.

“Hey! That’s not fair, you’re the closest to the spring!”

Not earning a satisfying result, Rochalizo kept sending water in his direction, his insolence growing each second, his lips twitching with conceit.

“What’s that? I feel like that’s not my problem...”

He finally aimed a little too well and, as a reaction, Suoh stopped fighting and let out a little wail. He rose his left fist to rub his right eye in a way that seemed to be quite painful.

“C’mon, stop pretending”, Rochalizo said, raising an eyebrow, but nonetheless not daring to send any other big waves

He splashed a little water at Suoh’s legs, careful as to hit an insensitive spot. Yet Suoh’s silence remained and he began doubting himself.

“Hey... I know you’re playing. T’was just stupid water, it can’t hurt”, he carried on, although his voice was riddled with doubt and he couldn’t refrain from stepping closer to check on him and put his hand out towards him.

He knew he shouldn’t have let down his guard when he heard Suoh’s evil laugh again and then felt his arm being grabbed so hard he was pulled in the opposite direction while Suoh rushed to the shower jet, stealing his place.

Rochalizo was fast to turn around and rush after him but that wasn’t fast enough for he got struck by the water jet head-on. Suoh laughed at his screams of panic and they swirled around for a while, bumping into each other as Suoh tried keeping the jet out of reach and Rochalizo extended his arm as far as he could to try and catch it.

“Give it back!

“Come and get it then!”

Rochalizo had decided to do just that and he leaned in once more, attempting to pull and perhaps pinch Suoh’s to make him let go but Suoh was suddenly propelled forward, shouting in panic. In this mess of hair and arms flying, he collided with Rochalizo who, having lost his balance, stumbled backwards, screeching wildly. Rochalizo hit the floor first, in a loud choked breathing out, then the other crashed on his chest and both exhaled pained whines.

Almost immediately, Suoh asked if he was hurt, his voice rising and getting higher as he worried the impact might have been too brutal for Rochalizo. Once the shock over, the latter looked him dead in the eye, his face grave and stone cold. Then, he burst out laughing. Suoh’s face crumpled and he laughed along. It was absurd, to be lying here in stagnant water and to have slipped in a surface that was supposed to be wet.

“Gosh, you’re so clumsy... Is that a challenge for you to fall in every place you possibly go to?

— I didn’t do it on purpose!”, protested Suoh, cackling as he pretended to be offended for not more than a second.

Rochalizo’s nose wrinkled in both irritation and amusement. Then irritation took over momentarily when a droplet of water fell from the faucet on top of his nose. Suoh simply smiled and wiped the droplet from his nose. With his index and middle finger, he softy grated at Rochalizo’s chest, looking down shyly, then, meeting his gaze, triumphantly as the water jet continued pouring on Rochalizo.

— So... Looks like I’ve won this little fight...”

The other’s eyebrows rose, looking annoyed already. His mouth opened slightly and then closed, some trails of the liquid dripping on his chin. Suoh began considering a little too late how puffy Rochalizo’s cheeks had gotten and couldn’t brace himself for what followed. Unexpectedly, Rochalizo spat all the water from his mouth into his face. A bothered moan escaped Suoh’s throat and he then looked down at Rochalizo, his face trickling with water and saliva which sent the boy on his back again, laughing.

Ugh...”, Suoh sighed, but he was more amused than exasperated.

“I win this one”, Rochalizo corrected, stroking Suoh’s cheek, his eyes still tearing up with mirth.

“Alright. You win. Have your immature victory.

— You’re one to talk...”, Rochalizo replied, through non-stop giggling.

“Yeah... I’m one to talk”, murmured Suoh, feeling soft and he leaned in to kiss his philtrum.

Rochalizo’s giggled slowly got muffled in his throat and his hand brushed and got lost into Suoh’s hair as he was being kissed, waiting for his time to return the gentle pecks and soft brushing of lips. Suoh leaned on his elbows to gain more stability and stared at the boy, his eyes merry and tender.

“So... Didn’t you want to go? I know you love lying in used water but...

— Who taught you to be so sarcastic!”, commented Rochalizo, biting his lip hard as he tried not to start laughing again, cheeks hurting from the wheeze he contained.

Suoh’s face leaned into him, mischievous yet still too kind. Because it was him after all, and however harsh the irony, he could never make it seem like those words were truly mocking. Suoh looked him dead in the eyes and shrugged his shoulders innocently.

“Beats me........”

Rochalizo teeth still dug his lip and he got carried into further bits of laughter.

Suoh joined in him in the laughing and then, shifting, he let himself fall to the side and helped them get back on their feet. At this point, Rochalizo had gotten sluggish and on the verge of dozing off. Making sure he hadn’t gotten too cold, Suoh rinsed Rochalizo's body with hot water, as a way to warm him up and get him clean again. Then, almost pushed him out of the shower and wrapped him in his bathrobe while Rochalizo complained in faint protests, although he didn't notice it for the first five minutes that Suoh had put it on inside out. During that time, Suoh proceeded to dry his hair to a minimum with the hairdryer. He left him on the doorstep, slightly confused, while he, went back inside to finish his own shower.

[desire-tenderness]

One-night epigraph releases with Timothée.

I have felt feelings of fear, certain insecurities that accompany the vast majority of my present days in adulthood, I notice that many try desperately to understand and overcome when they grow up. But me? I practically lived my adolescence, repressing actions. Sometimes I get tired of being responsible and straight all the time.

Here tonight, my room depresses me by partnering with my treacherous feelings. I feel a bizarrely strong desire to immerse myself in the nostalgic of adolescence that I have lived in half, insecurities, fears, mistakes, passions and adventures of any night. I want to remember that feeling of instant happiness that pervades all of mind and body as we discover new sensations and discover who we are becoming, and with whom we want to share the moments.

[I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me, some kind of existential crisis maybe?]

I’m listening to the melancholy melody of Elliott Smith’s Between the Bars. I love it, but right now it sinks me into bed, I don’t want it today.

[I would be able to change my course and propose to myself an escape from reality, a way to forget a little the disappointments of real life?]

[Okay, fuck it.]

I put on the clothes that were on the dresser, I took the keys, a cigarette, lighter and my headphone and pressed the play while I went outside the house and came across the moon glow under my head. Where am I going? It’s nice to have nothing planned, the fear of the unknown is exciting.

In my headset I hear: "No time to Speak On the team to Speak Of all the Things that are Begging you in your Sleep"

The song is called No Time To Speak - Bear Driver, is she talking to me? I was walking down 453 W 17th St when I saw a concert hall or whatever it was. I think whether I should go in or give up everything and go home. No, I won’t fail with my wishes again. I went in. The structure of the place is pretty, it’s a kind of bar with several game tables, karaoke, dance floor, neon lights and a screen where was being projected a video clip of Smalltown Boy - Bronski Beat music, it seems a great place to meet people, I was surprised I confessed.

I sat at one of the tables and ordered a super attractive blue drink waiting for the warmth to become present in my body, so I could loosen myself and feel the feeling I’ve picked up. I think it’s been four songs, the 5th was The Unknown - Peach Tinted she said:

"Sometimes I Feel like losing control Can’t recognize myself anymore... I’m in love with the Unknown Been Stayin' here for way Too long Let’s go Somewhere I Belong"

Wow I feel the heat now, I feel the vertigo that catches me in the lap. I head for the dance floor, the lights turn under my head and I feel my balance going away.

[I think I need water.]

On the bar counter I order a bottle of water, I smell a delicious perfume right next to me and to be honest I don’t feel shy to say anything, so I turn to the guy in the hat who is next to me, with his back to me, he’s ordering a drink and I say. " Your smell is good". He turns to me without having heard very well what I said and says "hi, sorry, can you repeat?". It was Timothée Chalamet right there in front of me.

[Why am I not almost dying of anxiety? Am I too drunk to despair? Good, good.]

- I said you smell good, Timothée. - Oh thank you, nice, you know my name. [he said a little bland] - How could I not know? - Oh, nobody cares. - I care, let’s say I’m a huge fan and if I was on top, I’d be lying on the floor in need of medical help. - [he laughed] Don’t overdo it, you’re funny. What are you doing here today? - What are you doing here today? - Well, I asked first.

We were interrupted by nothing less than Kid Cudi. He said:

- Come on, man, I got a spot on the roof.

He noticed that Timothée was talking to me and immediately apologized.

- Hi! I’m sorry, nice to meet you. - The pleasure is absolutely mine. Am I seeing myself or is that the level of alcohol in my blood?

They laughed. I said my name to both of them and briefly declared my fan passion, even if in a lezada way. Immediately Cudi called me to go with them to the terrace. How would I deny something like that? The terrace was beautiful, it had a breeze touching my face with kindness and it cooled the heat that burned inside me.

started playing Let It Happen - Tame Impala the lyrics of the song were clear to me, she said "Just Let it happen, Let it happen" and that’s what I wanted. I don’t think about behaving myself to make the best impression, I just want to be that and live it here, now. What are the odds of that happening in someone’s life? Cudi asked if I smoked and I said sometimes, but never cigarette. Then he told me it wasn’t about cigarettes.

Timothée lit the lighter and I approached for the first drink. The flame burned my lung, the smoke clouded my view and the general change in my perception came with euphoria and a delicious mood, I laughed when feeling pleasure.

[What day is it? Friday, Saturday or Sunday? What time is it?]

Time passed and we talked about the film industry, Brazilian drinks, artist and fan relationship, about Smorgasburg, things of life, about my admiration for Cudi since I was 13 years old. I felt strangely comfortable and it was remarkable that for them too.

I mentioned to them that I dreamed of one day singing Pursuit Of Happiness with Cudi and he told me "we have a karaoke down there girl, you dig it?". For some reason I looked at Timothée like he was expecting an incentive and he said, "This is gonna be fucking awesome". I didn’t carry a drop of shyness in my body, it rarely happened and I had to take advantage that I was experiencing some kind of ecstasy. I thought, what if I hadn’t left home? It gave me the creeps.

We went down, people danced energized to the sound of I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li, I followed the same rhythm, pulled Timothée by the hand and he fearlessly showed me his uninhibited swing and laughed putting his cap on my head and wishing good luck on the "stage". The song was then interrupted by Cudi saying on the microphone "let’s shake it up even more here! Come with me!". Pursuit Of Happiness started playing and I ran up on stage and we sang, it was like a flash that would never be erased by any of it, it was insane!

Timothée smiled at us and played dancing and singing on the floor. I felt something incomparable. We went back to the table, but this time on the inside. The terrace was already getting too cold. We drank a little more, me and Timothée. Cudi was taken over by some fans who were aware of his presence, while Timothée still kept his identity secret.

There with him I felt something unusual, as if fate had reserved for me this and nothing could change what was happening or what would happen afterwards. I decided to answer him on the question he asked me earlier, "What are you doing here today?".

- I came for the inherent feeling of feeling infinite.

[I explained to him about my current feelings, about what I carried in my chest. I would like to be more sober so as not to detail so much and look like a crazy rebel. But I think he understood me. It was a welcoming moment]

Cudi went back to the table and I don’t know, I carried my common sense and I preferred to leave them alone talking, after all the intrusion was me. I asked permission and went dancing for a while, then went to the bathroom to wet my face and touch my soft lipstick, went out to smoke a Kumbaya and when I came back Cudi was on stage again, this time singing an unexpected song, I confess.

It was She’s Got You High - Mumm-Ra and he sang "She’s got you high and you don’t Even know yet It’s the search for the time before it Leaves without you.." looking and laughing at the Timothée, he laughed and shook his head in a sign of no, but nodding sharply. Until he started moving his lips in the rhythm of the music. I went to his desk and said " What got into him?" I laughed. Timothée turned to me and said "err.. Look, you can say no and I’ll understand. But, do you want to get out of here? take a ride.. I got my car." I really thought, stupidly, to say no. However, my body received an unusual rush when I heard it say that. Even if it’s just a brief walk at dawn, I’d never have that opportunity again, by the way, am I really awake? I couldn’t answer that yes, I was stunned. But I took my purse and got up. We waved to Cudi who laughed at the microphone and wished "good night". Timothée scratched his forehead a little embarrassed and took the keys out of his pocket. We got into the car, what a smelly and incredibly simple and charming car! He pressed the play of the song and started Trying To Be Cool - Phoenix, I gave a shout in the intro completing that Phoenix was my favorite band. We sing it together: "City and desert coexist Depending on the things you're wearing Wildlife binoculars Tell me that you want me Tell me that you want me" And I noticed that we were falling down the road where there was nothing but the headlights and poles and stars of an incredibly clear sky. I asked him where we were going and he replied that he did not know either, but that he felt that it did not matter, because the here and now was what we were living at the time.

I didn’t realize, but it was minutes and minutes later, I had no idea where I was and it didn’t matter. We were in a type of mountain range and each time we climbed, the landscape of the night became more beautiful, I could feel the sensation that I picked up when leaving the house. I was playing Cyanide - Daniel Caesar, I really like this song. Suddenly the rhythm of a busy night mixed with the calm of a pleasant breeze. And speaking of nice breeze, he asked me if I’d like to stop on a side road, smoke one that Cudi gave him while we talked and look at the sky that looked like an ocean. So we did, it was an incredibly beautiful panoramic point, it seemed to have been formed so that we could appreciate it at that very moment. He pulled out of his pocket a pouch where he kept the perfect joint symmetrically. We took our first drink and kept quiet, sitting on the hood of the car. He: You go there a lot where I found you? I: No. Today, luckily I was there. He was like, Was there a reason? Was he meeting someone? Me: No reason, just because I was.. I wasn’t leaving the house. He: I’m glad you were there. That changes everything. I: How could I? By the way, what does it change. (I laugh at myself) He: Well, I confess that I saw you coming after me. I expected you to notice me at some point. I didn’t want you to know who I was or anything like that, a lot of people don’t know who I am. But I wish you had noticed me. I came to you at the "pretend" bar getting a drink. When you appeared, the moment you danced alone, at your own pace, it was like watching you make love to yourself. I felt a sensation. My heart could stop, and... anyway, I’m sorry to say these things. After what we talked about back there, this moment before I talked to you comes back in my head making everything more beautiful. You were literally free to be and do as you please. I felt my knees weak, I felt the weakness and an impulse growing inside me. I hardly believed what I was hearing, after all, just would he notice me? Hear me and understand? I: Do all these behaviors that you witnessed belong to a woman who is free? Without commitment and who sees life as a place of infinite possibilities? She can go everywhere, study whatever she wants, fall in love with whoever she wants. She can have a spontaneous moment of romance. How many times do we stop doing something out of fear or insecurity? If we knew the consequence of things it would be but easy. He: A completely free and beautiful woman, it exudes from you, you are exactly that and should be. Please don’t hide it from anyone. Knowing the consequences of everything would make anyone unhappy, don’t you think? I: I just didn’t want to be responsible, and we’re always responsible for what we do. But we’re free to act. But do you understand? I raise my hand, I am responsible. I turn my head to the right, I am responsible. I am unhappy, I am responsible. I smoke my cigarettes, I’m responsible. I close my eyes, I’m responsible. I forget that I’m responsible today, but the truth is, I’m responsible for that, too. He: You are responsible for being happy tonight, congratulations. Look, I understand you and I’ve almost freaked out about it. And in a way, he leaves home today with a purpose similar to yours. The incessant fear of making mistakes and failing with the expectation others have of you. But like I said to myself a while ago. Wanting to run is stupid. After all, everything is beautiful. All you have to do is take an interest in things and find them beautiful. I: Deep down, things are as they are, nothing else... You’re right. But I also think we’re high. We laughed and I put my head on his shoulder. He: You know, I feel a kind of intimate connection between us from the moment we introduced ourselves. We’re stuck with each other right now, so you can disagree if you want. I: Right now, my body is just reacting to my feelings. I kissed him without thinking much about it and was reciprocated. We kissed while the stars watched us. If they could blush, they would blush right now. His hands walked through my trunk while I intertwined my fingers in the curls there. His hands descended more and pressed me fondly. He asked me if I wanted to get in the car and again I didn’t answer, I just opened the door and went in. Now, inside the car played Reckoner - Radiohead, I fitted my hip to his and now we kiss so hard that the world could crash and we wouldn’t notice. Slowly I went down to his neck, kissed each spot with much affection, I went down more while my fingers took the liberty to open his pants. Quickly he helps me find what I was looking for. I feel the wonderfully soft texture in my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to stop there. His eyes rolled at that moment, he bit his lips and said how awesome he was, but asked me to wait a little longer. He took his hand under my dress and with the other wrapped my neck, pulling my neck to his mouth, I felt his gentle tongue touch my skin. He: My body, your body... uh... you’re excited and I can feel it’s wet inside. You’re getting ready for me to come in, right? Shall we find some place to spend a few hours? I: You are so sweet, but an extremely engaging malicious tendency. I could stay down here and you could play glorious chords like you just did, but yeah. We can, I’m ready.

He drove about 6 kilometers to the Easy Easy’s den - King Krule, we found a cozy motel and asked for a room. We entered the suite, without wasting much time I removed my clothes while You’re All I Want - Cigarettes After Sex started playing. We head for the shower, hot water descends on our bodies, his body is so soft, soft, he holds me with such determination and affection. I didn’t want to stop for anything. He kissed my eyes, and said "just give me the honor of feeling the sweet taste of your poetic juice, I want you". Gentle caresses, maliciously conducted with their tongue. He knows exactly what to do and how to get me under the effect of elevated blood pressure. The pleasure I felt caused me extreme euphoria and I was finally able to warn him that he would have the taste of honey on his lips in another 2 seconds. We got out of the shower without drying out, and I floated on the bed with him. First I kissed his lips, then I bit them gently while Thinkin' 'Bout You - Frank Ocean played. The way he’s hugging me, bringing me closer is like dreaming, his smell is so good and natural. He: Every time you move this way my heart races uncontrollably. You seem to be dancing. [He said panting] I: The way you touch me creeps me out in a unique way, Timothée. Kiss me, we’re burning tonight. He: I love it when you say my name very slowly, oooh! Then he caught me with his arms and laid me on the bed, stood on top of it this time and sang exciting moans that made me almost get "there" faster. He: Move me to the right pace, show me what it takes, I can’t take much more. I: Great, I’m about to lose my composure. Just whisper in my ear if the same speed as your heartbeat and we’ll be reaching ecstasy together. Strong, fast, gentle, ardent. Arg! Now we’re floating while we feel the delicious power of orgasm. I’m like, Are you okay? He: I’m still breathing, are you okay? I: Absolutely, very well! I climbed on his breastplate and kissed his forehead. He held my face and told me he needed me near him. He hugged me and said, We fucked so hard, I’m stuck in you indefinitely. We continued lying down, covered ourselves and the sleep effect hit us. We spoke briefly about the tracks from the album Channel Orange.

We woke up two hours later, it had already dawn and apparently the weather was without sun. We had coffee at the buffet of the motel, we did not stop looking at each other and smiling maliciously, with a lot of passion. He: What do you want to do now? I: Well, I have to go home, I have to be at work in 3 hours. But I really wanted to run down the street and scream so much when we screamed in that room yesterday. He: Last night will not be surpassed in any other way, but I loved your idea. Come on! He took the keys and we got in the car, we drove until we saw a very simple amusement park on the road.. It was fairly empty because of the weather, it looked like it was going to rain. We ran up to the toy Chairoplane, it’s my favorite but it wasn’t working. I was not sad, I could not. I asked us to lie down on the ground and look at the blue sky that gradually turned gray. We saw some fireworks explode in the sky. It was like a celebration for what I was living. He lay down next to me now, went into silence and said: "I’m looking for a certain feeling and I wouldn’t know how to describe it, but I know I was always after it, until yesterday. I’m proud of the person I met yesterday, and I know you’re exactly that, free. At one point, I was able to accept the idea of just "being". And you already carry it within you as essence, that’s why I’m so impressed at how you’re doing an amazing job just "being". Thank you for giving me the opportunity to live something like this, I am deeply grateful."

The rain began to fall, fell so charmed, we were already completely wet and we did not dare to get up. I shouted, he shouted. I could hear The Suburbs - Arcade Fire in my mind, and I felt the delicious sensation of flying through the air in fragile air strikes, I felt myself spinning on an axis at high speed. I: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! He: UHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! {This is a fanfic. All I write about is my feelings and desires. I am a person free of prejudices, moralism, judgments; in short, all these things that add nothing to us. We need free thinking. I believe that everyone should be happy, live a great love. Be free, unleash what’s wild inside you. Don’t let fears and insecurities about what you are and what you like prevent you from living with intensity. Always be happy.. TEXT BY: L.M}

[slade-neko]

Saw this video game tag thing pop up on my dash a few days ago. Wanted to do it.

1. First game you played obsessively? Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, I believe I was 5yo. Still waiting on that FF7 Remake treatment.

2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc. Well if I play a game and like it, then I'll create sims of it. Does that count?

3. Who did you play with as a kid? My brother from the day I was born.

4. Who do you play with now? My brother FROM THE DAY I WAS BORN.

5. Ever use cheat codes? I wasn't lying when I made this post. {link}

6. Ever buy strategy guides? Yes! Mainly to look at the artwork though. (Don't need no guide!)

7. Any games you have multiple copies of? Lots of games, most being Left 4 Dead with 6 copies (3 Xbox 360, 1 PC case, 2 PC digitally.) What can I say, its a GOOD GAME!

8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection? Gold cartridge Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time (maybe that's rare?)

9. Most regrettable purchase? I don't regret my purchases, but I have received games I have never played like Cubix (PS2) no clue where that game came from, but I have it somehow. Madagascar (Xbox 360) came with my Xbox 360, never opened it from its case. And Monsters Inc. Scream Arena (Gamecube) or something... it was a gift.

10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours? No, because then I'd have to interact with people.

11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games? I'm only friends with people BECAUSE of video games, so yes.

12. Ever get picked on for liking games? No, that'd be ridiculous.

13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has? Probably a lot, I'd say Call of Duty, but I technically played CoD 1, 2, and 4. The campaign mode was alright, but I don't really care for CoD games at ALL.

14. Favorite game music? Koji Kondo and Grant Kirkhope are two BIG ones.

15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick? Triforce is the most basic option, but I'd rather not get a tattoo.

16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL? Super Smash Bros. Brawl with hacks, but that was over a decade ago.

17. Ever lose a friend over a game? No, that'd be ridiculous.

18. Would you date someone that hates gaming? No, that'd be RIDICULOUS.

19. Favorite handheld console? PSP. 3DS is great, but PSP Monster Hunter has ALL of my portable gaming memories. Like playing in school after End of Grade tests with my friend.

20. Game that you know like the back of your hand? Sims 4 I like to think I know everything about Left 4 Dead. Quite a bit about Monster Hunter, more so of a series though than a specific game.

21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now? I'd say Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic. I loved it as a kid, but had a lot of complex pen & paper RPG mechanics that I never understood. I understand a lot more of it now, but its still complex as all heck. I just know you hit things, they die.

22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories? That's the only thing I wear.

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into? Not sure so I'll list a few. Sims 4, Smash Bros. Brawl, Monster Hunter (its a series though), or Left 4 Dead

24. First Pokemon game? Leaf Green

25. Were you ever an arcade game player? No, don't like paying to play.

26. Ever form any gaming rivalries? No.

27. Game that makes you rage? I don't get mad at games, but I had a custom modded Hard Eight mutation in Left 4 Dead that is absolute bullsh*t!

28. Ever play in a tournament? No, because then I'd have to interact with people.

29. What is your gaming set up? A giant wall of video game consoles spanning from NES to Switch, 4 TVs, but I sit at a desk with a PC.

30. How many consoles do you own? "I own every console that's ever existed." - I Don't Play Games When I Play Games (My STRENTH) original song by Smooth McGroove BUT no seriously I own 32 consoles including handhelds.

31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches? Yes. 3DS gave me headaches though I only really played with the 3D feature in Ocarina of Time 3D. I think my eyes broke because I couldn't get my 3D to work very well after.

32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic? Sure I play games based on a lot of things. Literally any anime game. If I had to pick Dragon Ball Xenoverse is kinda like a dream Dragon Ball game. Oh, Attack on Titan 2 is pretty neat too!

33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games? Some SEGA plug-n-play thing once. Played it like once and now its lost to time (or my closet.)

34. Do either of your parents play video games? Yes. Mom and Dad played NES Super Mario Bros. My Dad went HARD at that game until he saved the Princess. Then he quit forever.

35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop? "Hi. Welcome to Gamestop!"I never want to hear that again, but it was my main store until I went full digital/ online orders.

36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game? No, I don't tend to get upset or emotional, but Bill dying in Left 4 Dead made me pretty pissed.

37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination? Never played it. I don't really play "bad" games, but maybe Sims 4.

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like? The Sims 4

39. A sequel that you would die for them to make? Dragon's Dogma 2 WHICH I think is actually in development, so I'd have to say Fallout New Vegas 2. C'mon Bethesda you cowards, hand the keys back over to Obsidian so they can make another good Fallout game!

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls? Two part question, two answers. VR Headset to immerse in world, yes. Motion Controls, no.

41. A genre that you just can’t get into? MOBAs and MMOs. I don't like paying to keep playing.

42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness? Nintendo 64 opened me up to what video games could be as a kid. Sad to say my parents' NES didn't really do that for me. And years later Fallout 3 was a big game changer for me too.

43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else? Every day of my LIFE.

44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters? None. I'd rather emulate.

45. How are you at Mario Kart? Pretty dang good. 3-STARS MARIO KART WII, BABY!

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon? Yes, both of those. I preferred when Animal Crossing had more character to it. New Horizons looks so pretty, but feels so bland compared to classic AC.

47. Do you like competitive games? No. Not really. Usually amongst friends or if I can get competitive against AI Bots. I love my machine bot friends cause they don't cry like 10 year olds when they lose.

48. How long does it take your to customize your player character? Too long. I've seriously restarted games because I wasn't happy with my character's appearance.

49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character? Yes, I am always the magic man, my brother is always brute warrior, and my friend is the ranger.

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create? I don't really know. Honestly, I'd rather mod already good games to make them better than create something completely new.

51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep? No, that'd be ridiculous. But I've had a friend fall asleep playing games at my house 3 different times and currently dozes off during our Minecraft sessions. So, maybe that's not a completely ridiculous thing after all.

52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid? Kirby 64 apparently. My brother tells me we had to count out pennies to buy it. I must've been too young with no recollection, but I believe it.

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days? It's good if its not in the game's files from the beginning and is actually developed AFTER launch... and pre-order bonuses should be standard DLC a month or two later. Some games have content lost to time because of that pre-order bullsh*t.

54. Do you give in to Steam sales? Of course. If you want a game and its on sale then why not? I typically wait just for Steam sales to get games.

55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them? No? I typically make people and characters I like in Sims. I've made villains like Dio, but he's an anime villain and I don't really HATE him despite the horrible things he's done.

56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests? No. Never played that game.

57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements? I try to for all the games I really like.

58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick? The Sims 4, Skyrim, & Fallout: New Vegas. Mods make them live forever. Left 4 Dead and Monster Hunter are good choices too.

59. Do you play any cell phone games? Those aren't games.

60. Do you know the Konami Code? No? But I'll take a guess. Is it make an IP and forget it exists?

61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever? Keep forever... even the bad ones.

62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game? PS4 Pro for Monster Hunter World. It was basically for early access since the PC version was being developed and releasing after PS4, but I don't like waiting.

63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? Sort of. Been to anime cons and walked into the gaming tournament rooms only to walk out less than 10 minutes later.

64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming? No, but I'm going to be doing that soon, hopefully.

65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file? GameShark for N64, PS2, Gameboy, and Action Replay for Gamecube, DS, 3DS. And no not really, I would cheat responsibly... but there was this one time at school my friend and I borrowed another friend's Gameboy game, loaded it up with my Gameshark, tried playing, it crashed, loaded it back up, save file corrupted... we just stared at each other jaws dropped, "Here's your game back, dude. Make sure you don't play it til you get back home!"

66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it? No, but I remember seeing them on billboards in the game DRIV3R on PS2.

67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share? Every game I play is filled with happy memories (mostly.)

68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool? These tiger plushes. My brother got white and I got orange. They were the coolest. Got a butt load of tickets from some jackpot spinning light game thing as I was good at the timing with repeated jackpot hits.

69. In your opinion, best game ever made? I've played quite a few masterpiece games, but to pick one, I'd say Fallout: New Vegas

70. Very first game you ever beat? Super Mario 64. I was a mere child on a Sunday morning and ate celebratory pancakes made by my Dad.

Wow, that was long... I get the feeling this was supposed to be a "send me ask with numbers" thing, but answering all at once is more fun.

[azucanela]

GOING TO A CAT CAFÉ WITH THEM [GENDER NEUTRAL HEADCANNONS & SCENARIOS]

FT. AKAASHI KEIJI, KENMA KOZUME,  USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

SUMMARY: Going to a cat café with the boys is eventful!

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

WARNINGS: domestic, fluff, established? relationship, aged up for no reason

A/N: proudest of ushijima’s that is all akjsdjkasd also disregard random keyboard smashes, i think i caught them all but my cat kinda just did a dance on my keyboard ya know and uhhh yeah if you followed me for haikyuu!! now is the time to get your juice bc i have a [another] tsukki fic in the works

AKAASHI KEIJI

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100% his idea, or at least hes the one who initiated the date after hearing you offhandedly mention a new cat café coming to town, i feel like akaashi likes cats and dogs so he’ll be happy no matter what. but like cats just hold a special place in his heart because i dunno, akaashi lowkey reminds me of a cat, i have no explanation

akaashi honestly just thinks it would be cute to watch you interact with cats, like obviously he likes cats himself, but like w o w 

his s/o AND cats, how could this get better

“Y/N?” Akaashi spoke softly, arms wrapped around Y/N as he rested his head on their shoulder. Y/N hummed absentmindedly as they continued to cut the fruit before them, tilting their head towards him to indicate that they are listening. “I was thinking that for our date next week we could go to the cat café you mentioned.” 

Y/N pauses, their hands freezing as they spoke, “are you for real?”

Akaashi smiled, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s neck, “yes for real. You said you wanted to go and it sounds fun.”

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

He offers them a small smile before pressing another kiss to their cheek, “Not often enough.” Comes his response, earning and eye roll from Y/N, though they lean further into his hold.

“Well, I’m excited to go with you.”

akaashi is the type to pay more attention to you than the cats, he finds your interactions with them entertaining and just all around thinks everything about that is adorable.

he loves watching you in general because he’s an observant kind of person. watching your mannerisms and interactions with others is how he kinda get to know you in his own sort of way, if that makes sense? he just compiles all this information about you in his head

obviously he’ll be petting cats as well but i feel like akaashi is actually really cold, like naturally cold, so cats might find that off putting but also he is probably really good with cats

they’ll be pestering him but he’s just watching you with a SOFT look on his face, like even the other people in the cat café are jealous watching because wow he likes likes you

likes to just hold cats, and cuddle, akaashi seems like the type to enjoy napping and could easily be compared to one himself because i dunno,,, he has cat vibes

Akaashi’s eyes don’t leave Y/N’s figure as he watches them pet the cat before them affectionately, a smile coming onto his face as he silently thanks himself for suggesting this. He absentmindedly strokes the cat seated in his own lap as his eyes meet theirs.

“Keiji we need to come back here.” They exclaim, smile on their face as they stare back down at the cat in glee.

He couldn’t help but wonder if they should consider adopting their own cat, nodding along to her words in agreement, “we should.” 

Y/N beams at Akaashi, moving closer to him to press a kiss to his cheek before returning their attention to the cat. In the corner of their eye, they can feel Akaashi’s eyes remain on them momentarily, before his gaze falls onto the cat once more. And Y/N can’t help but smile as they think of what the rest of the day holds.

And the cat they may or may not have been looking into buying.

KENMA KOZUME

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cat person HANDS down, i feel like this is a universally accepted fact, but cats are just calm. dogs definitely overwhelm kenma, they’re too high maintenance, and he probably finds them gross ngl.

i feel like he’s definitely wanted to go to a cat café with you, he’s just never asked because he thinks you’ll say no or smth

if you don’t ask he will ask eventually though, but i feel like you’d hear about a cat café nearby and be like wait kenma likes cats we should go

“Hey babe?” Y/N spoke from their seat on the couch, feet resting on Kenma’s lap and eyes still on their phone as they stared at the ad for the cat café.

Kenma on the other hand, sat with his eyes trained on the TV screen as he played on his many video games. He’s speaking lowly into the small mic connected to his headphones, but that doesn’t stop him from humming in reply to Y/N’s question as he brings a hand to move one of the headphones off his ear to listen. 

“Would you be interested in going to a cat café with me?”

Almost immediately, Kenma turns to Y/N, nodding far more eagerly than they expected. Kenma mumbles something into his mic before the TV screen goes black and he’s taking his headset off before spreading Y/N’s leg to move between them and rest his head on their stomach and look up towards them. “When?”

he would be so excited, like it would be the day of and he’d be trying to rush you out of the house because he wants to go see the cats n o w

don’t even try to talk to him when you finally get there because kenma is SUBMERGED in cats, he is no longer with you, his mind is with the cats. okay??? okay. glad we are on the same page.

kenma knows how to treat cats to get them to like him, he knows how to pet them and approach them, he has done research because he is SO READY to ask you about adopting a cat together— this is basically a proposal, say yes. 

in general the cats would enjoy his presence, he’s calm and wouldn’t manhandle them, he understands boundaries and isn’t going to bother cats that don’t want to be bothered

he probably wouldn’t like attract cats, but he definitely wouldn’t scare them off, and if you visit the cat café frequently enough they’ll all definitely start to gravitate towards you because wow!! the guy who gives good pets!!

yeah but dont go to a cate café for a date, you’ll get neglected, his attention is on the cats. he will, on occasion, look towards you and see how you are doing with the cats. this is a test to see if you are worthy of owning a cat with him

if you pass then he now wants to marry you congrats. 

slightly off topic but kenma strikes me as the type of person who is just cold all the time

A soft smile found its way onto Kenma’s face as he gently petted the cats, scratching behind its ear before looking up at Y/N, who stared at him with a smile of their own. “Having fun?” They asked, hand on the cat seated in their lap. 

The boy in question nodded, leaning downwards towards the cat, “we should come here again.” Y/N is about to reply when the cat in Kenma’s lap reaches up and swats aggressively at his hair, a look of shock followed by another smile making its way onto his face as he allowed more hair to come into his face.

“Yes, we definitely should.” 

Kenma looks up to Y/N, cheeks dusted in red as he tilts his head at her, “maybe we could adopt a cat.” He looks back down at the cat before him, “do you think they’d let us—”

“We both know the answer,” Y/N replies before he can finish, “but I’m sure we can look into it.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

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honestly

both a cat and dog person but cats hit different 

ushijima was probably talking about you with tendou, offhandedly, and he mentioned how he wanted to do something with you for like your anniversary or some sort of occasion or just purely because he is grateful for your existence

and then he was like, “yes I was considering taking them on a date to this—” he’s gonna say a fancy restaraunt and tendou is gonna be like lmao no

"So, what are you doing this weekend Ushiwaka?” Ushijima doesn’t same to take notice of Tendou’s suggestive brow raising, or the suggestive look on his face, much to Tendou’s dismay.

He replies nonetheless, “I intend to take Y/N on a date, they’ve done a lot for me and I figured they would enjoy the new—”

“Let me stop you right there my tall friend.” Ushijima frowned at the interruption but paused, gazing at Tendou with a look of confusion as he grinned widely at the renowned ace. “Cat cafés are the perfect way to express your gratitude to your lover.”

Ushijma tilts his head at Tendou, “cat café?” The questioning tone brings an incredulous look onto Tendou’s face as he stares at Ushijima.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what cat cafés are– you seem like a cat person, there’s no way I was wrong—”

tendou suggested going to a cafe date, and i feel like its because he just has a feeling that ushijima wakatoshi likes cat, and is completely incapable of planning a date well enough

tendou lowkey wants to go— maybe even bringing goshiki along, suggesting that he could observe was elite aces do in their free time, something the young and easily influenced boy would definitely [eagerly] agree to do alongside tendou — but he thinks stalking you and ushijima is like...

ya know, stalkerish. not that this has ever stopped him before, but he has a feeling that ushijima would want to return to the cat café and he’d have another chance to witness his interactions with cats

speaking of

when y’all get there its gonna be... kinda chaotic

this can go two ways for ushijima, like he’s a big guy and i feel like he is on the warmer side because of this and his athleticism and stuff like that, a mini human heater if you will.

he is also very tall and resembles a tree

many cats will love him, coming over to him and winding between his legs, purring against him and enjoying his warmth. but also meowing at him until he p i c k s t h e m u p. ushijima is confused by this, but at some point he does pick up the cat to ask— literally ask — what is wrong, and it stops meowing so he’s like oh okay then you’re fine. he puts the cat down and its BACK TO MEOWING AT HIM AND HE’S???

there’s definitely going to be a cat that literally climbs him, like sinks its claws into his pant legs, and maybe even to the skin, and climbs up his body to try and steady its self on his shoulders

i feel like he has good pain tolerance so he should be fine

but there is definitely going to be a cat that does not like him and its like scared of him because wow!! tall human!! scary face!! no!!

ushijima is probably gonna watch you while all these cats are harassing him for attention, but no— his attention is on you, his beautiful s/o.

Y/N grinned as they watched their boyfriend stare down at the cat that rubbed itself against his pant legs, purring and meowing repetitively as it look up at him. “Babe, why don’t you pick up the cat?” Y/N suggested, gesturing with their free hand to the cat below. 

Ushijima offered them a small — and most definitely nervous — smile as he leaned down, eyes fixating on the cat as his hands came to its side and he lifted it upwards to cradle the cat in his arms. “What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes narrowing at the cat in confusion.

Y/N nearly laughed at the question as the cat ceased meowing, prompting Ushijima to frown as he nodded solemnly, “you want to be put down then?” He asks, freeing the cat from his grasp and gently placing it on the ground, only to be met with another, rather aggressive meow. 

He probably would’ve picked the cat up again had the small cat that had effectively evaded him their entire time in the cat café not appeared in the corner of his eye. Y/N watched as he turned slowly, gaze falling on the cat that stared at him with piercing eyes.

And then ran away.

A laugh escaped Y/N as they watched the interaction, only for Ushijima to look up at them and frown, huffing as he carefully maneuvered through the cat café in fear of hurting a cat. “Come here— no, stop that. Stop running—” His arms were extended outwards as he slowly walked towards the cat, brows pursed together in concentration.

Y/N simply stared, a small smile on their face as they decided they wanted to do this again. 

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MUSIC

fave genre: r&b and pop, for sure

fave artist: ariana grande, halsey, savannah ré, normani, alina baraz, kiana ledé, chloe moriondo, troye sivan, the neighbourhood, bastille, 5SOS (& luke hemmings solo !!!!!! my baby) — basically i love music, we been knew, i have so many faves i can’t pick one

fave song: rn it’s for sure ur best friend by kiana ledé ft kehlani or girl on tv by chloe moriondo

most listened to song lately: according to last.fm, it’s wild side by normani agskdhsk i do wish she released it without cardi tho i’ll die on this hill idc its fine i just skip her part

song currently stuck in your head: you right by doja cat actually and ur best friend i couldn’t stop singing those two at work

five fave lyrics (in no particular order, there’s too many i love omg)

“i know i’ll never meet your expectations / but the picture that you paint of me looks better in your mind” — high, 5SOS

“you don’t believe in one divine / but can you tell me you believe in mine? / ‘cause you’ve been my god, my god / and when you’re gone i’m godless, i’m godless” — godless, banks

“you’re the only one, you’re the only one / i’m so wrapped up in a daze / hoping this is just a phase / but when all is said and done / i know you are still the one” — the only one, the black keys

“i get lost inside all the stars in your eyes, it’s a galaxy / you control the tide like the moon in the sky, you’re the gravity” — more than enough, alina baraz

“standing there, you look at me / understanding everything / yeah, it’s so fascinating / you patch up the blood and the cuts / but our blood got mixed up / so i guess we belong to each other” — love song, yungblud

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume | slow or fast songs | music video or lyric video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fave book genre: idk i prefer like YA novels and romance i guess but idc really, i just don’t like fantasy stuff like harry potter or . historical fiction?? i guess you could call it?? (tried to read pride and prejudice for leisure ……….. boring as fuck like holy shit) or science fiction like boring boring boring idc no offense to anyone that loves it of course

fave writer: don’t have one really

fave book: aaaaaa i don’t have one of these either !! the one that always comes to mind though is giovanni’s room, but i just love that book, it was brilliant

fave series: mmmm i don’t really like series but caro’s got me into reading trc so i guess that’ll be my fave series once i’m done!

comfort book: rwrb <3

fave book to read on a rainy day: giovanni’s room sgsjdhsj i literally reread it bc it has some of my fave lines ever

fave characters: adam parrish, blue sargent, ronan lynch, gansey but he on thin ice, ari and dante, aiden navarro, alex claremont-diaz, charlie and nick (actually . everyone in heartstopper except the characters that are a plague <3), and more that i cannot think of most likely

five fave book quotes: (again no particular order i love so many)

“My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.” || “The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.” — the picture of dorian gray, oscar wilde

“topography on the map of you, a world i’m still charting.” — red, white, and royal blue, casey mcquiston

“It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.” || “I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again.” || “And here my baby came indeed, through all that sunlight, his face flushed and his hair flying, his eyes, unbelievably, like morning stars.” || “And there’s something awful about being at the mercy of a stranger.” — giovanni’s room, james baldwin (ik i cheated so bad w this SHUSH)

“And then I think we all realized what fools we’d been. We might get out sometime, but she was locked up forever in that body.” — girl, interrupted, susanna kaysen

“You and I, we don’t walk the lines. We just follow the echoes.” || “My mother used to say, ‘Don’t throw compliments away, so long as they’re free.’” His face was very earnest. “That one wasn’t meant to cost you anything, Blue.” — the raven boys, maggie stiefvater

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | read at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by summaries | rereading or reading just once

TV & MOVIES

fave tv/movie genres: coming of age, romance (ehhh to some degree), i like indie movies, idk same as books i dont like science fiction, historical stuff, or fantasy im boring okay

fave movie: dont have one tbh

comfort movie: speech and debate or easy a

movie you watch every year: dont have one

fave tv show: dear white people or skam + remakes, i like other ones tho like stranger things

comfort show: skamverse <3 not exactly an answer but mhm

most rewatched tv show: skamverse or dear white people OR THE FOSTERS …. dude …….. i used to watch that all day every day then they took it off netflix …. now it’s dance moms i play for background noise and watch on occasion

five favorite characters: lionel higgins, joelle brooks, olive penderghast, lucas lallemant, eleonora sava, fallon carrington, howie (speech and debate), connor walsh, annalise keating, wes gibbins, archie coleman, ellie chu, beth harmon, lara jean covey (yes here i am overlisting again i’m so sorry)

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging (well …. i don’t binge actually i have a horrible attention span) | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

[volleyball-dontknowher]

hi! can i request a nsfw alphabet for kenma?

Thank you for the request!!!! I am not going to lie to you I think Kenma is secretly super kinky

Words: 2k 

Warnings: NSFW

Requests are open

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn’t ever say much but always does little things to let you know that he cares, he likes to wrap his arms around you and play with your hair until you fall asleep, or give you a couple of little kisses. He cares about you a lot and will show it through actions not words. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands, they play video games, hold your hand and most importantly can make you cum within minutes, so versatile so great. 

On you he loves your thighs, he loves laying his head in your lap while he plays games, getting pulled on your lap, and holding on to them while he is pounding into you or pulling them to his face while he eats you out. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

At first is super embarrassed when he would cum but after the two of you built trust in your relationship he gets more confident in where he is going to cum. He loves to cum deep inside you because he doesn;t like the mess, he also likes when you swallow because it���s not worth his time to clean it up. With you however he is going to want to lick it all up slowly and take his time to clean everything up. He likes it the lazy way most of te time but sometimes he likes to be messy and cum all over you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has absolutely tried a vibrating cock ring and loves it, he loves that it can please him without him having to do any work, he would turn it to the highest setting and get off while he was playing games. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He watched a lot of porn before he got a girlfriend and he picked some things up but he really just watched girls boobs bounce and their reactions, so he started out knowing the basics but was super nervous but was amazing his first time nonetheless. He only gets better every time you two finish you are blown away and wondering where he learned that. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

HOnestly if he can be inside you he likes it. He does really like having you ride him because he doesn’t have to do a lot of work and he gets to watch your boobs bounce and your face scrunch up. He also loves hitting it from behind and pulling your hair and being able to smack your ass and grab your boobs while he pounds into you, just depends on the day 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious. He isn’t goofy ever and sex is not going ot be any difffernt, he is very calm and serious, Getting him to actually smile at you with his eyes is going to be as goofy as he gets. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet has brown straight hair and he doesn't see the point of doing any maintenance unless you ask him too then he totally will because he wants you to be happy and he wants to give you every reason to do it with him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Usually a total dom and is going to be talking dirty and just focused on the pleasure for the two of you once he is done he becomes a sweetheart who cuddles right up to you but don’t expect that 90% of the time while you are actually doing it. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t see the need for it anymore, he has you, if he is horny he is going to have you right there to help him out, if for some reason he is away at a con or something and you aren’t there then he is going to be in his hotel room, calling you so you can help him get off, he is going to be whiny and moaning and it’s not going to completely satisfy him so right wihen he gets back he is going to be on you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like he is either a kinky boy or the most vanilla boy on the planet , but for the sake of this let’s all say that he is super kinky. Like I feel like  he likes any and everything kinky. Call him daddy, praise him, he’ll edge you and deny you orgasms until he’s ready for that. He is going to be a total dom 90% of the time and is going to make you scream his name. Most of all I feel like he has a total voyeurism kink, like he loves watching you touch yourself thinking of him, or watching you suck off someone else and knowing that he is the one who gets to take you after that and that you just keep looking at him because no one else compares to him. He really trusts you when you do that but is still going to get jealous and intervene halfway through because he can’t handle it and will push into you. He is also a dirty talk God like something switches on inside of him and he becomes a sex God like he is going to leave you satisfied. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers his bed room where the two of you can make as much noise as you want and have privacy. He also likes doing it in the kitchen, living room or anywhere in you two have privacy. 

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

If he walks in the door and you have his gaming headset on with matching colored lingerie he is going to first whine that you take it off then fuck you so good that you can’t walk the next day. He also loves when you get on his streams and message things about how cute he is under your anonymous account that he knows is you, or when you actually do play with him. He also cannot handle when you run your hand up his thighs. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't let anyone see hickeys on either of you, he is protective of you and doesn’t want his fans saying anything about you. He also wouldn’t like to actually hurt you, get pegged or have him be blindfolded. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is going to love you giving him head and he is going to start off calm and collected when you start and is going to be looking down at you while biting his lip but once you start picking up the pace he is going to let out needy moans and pull at your hair. If he's really horny he is going to take control and fuck your face and make a mess out of you. 

He really only eats you out when he is taking his time with you, he is going to be a total tease and have you screaming his name the entire time. He knows exactly what he's doing between licking and sucking on your clit. It only takes a couple of minutes for you to be screaming his name. He always gets a little ego boost from it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he is dom mode he is going to be fast and rough enough that you aren't able to keep up with it all you feel is pleasure. If he's in a soft mood it's going to be almost painfully slow because he likes to watch every single expression on your face as he enters you and is going to kisses along your jaw as he teases you, eventually though he needs more and ends up speeding it up.

He is going to like to do them after a long stream or even between filming episodes, he gets really tense while playing and a quickie is a great way to release stress. He also loves them early in the morning when it’s quiet, these are usually some of the most loving because it is just the time for the two of you even if it is quick it is a lot of quiet love. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is willing to try a lot of things on you and try new positions, kinks and ideas, there isn’t a ton that he is not willing to try like he loves trying things with you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He likes a one and done type of thing, he takes his time and ends up lasting forever but he doesn’t like for it to take several rounds because he uses all of your energy in the first round. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes toys on you when you are masturbaitng or he is teasing you but he is going to only like to use his hands to prove that he is the only person that can make you orgasm and just feel that good. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is going to tease just so he can hear you beg for him, he is going to make you whiny and needy before e is going to give you what you want. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s super quiet and is going to let out a couple low moans and grunts when he gets into it but for the most part the only thing you are going to hear from him is dirty talk. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One time he was losing during his game and was super grouchy and a viewer commented something negative about you and he told them no, ended the stream and then went and pulled you into the bedroom and fucked you, he now has no one ever make comments about you 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is shy about everything but that, he gets his confidence for a reason he is probably like 7 inches with a thick base and he knows how to use it. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Honestly not that high, he really is ready to go at it about once a week maybe once every other week, but when he does it is not cut short by anything, he takes his time with you and gives you everything you want. If you do it more often it is going to be shorter but definitely as good. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He either pulls out, pulls you close and then is straight asleep, or cuddles you until you fall asleep then gets up and goes to play games until he is tired (which is going to be never so you end up waking up and having to force him to bed) 

[prettyboongi]

Our Very First Night Together

Reader x Jeon Jungkook

1.9k words

A lots of fluff with a hint of smut

[Note: A requested story. I really liked this since it reminded me of the first time I spent the night with my boyfriend. The hardest part when writing this was coming up with realistic dialogue, which is something I really struggle with. I’m really trying to improve so please have mercy on me. Deuces!]

Jungkook was in the middle of playing a game on his computer when he had gotten your text. Your text read:

“Im outside your door. plz open :p” 

Excited, he quickly logged off his game, took off his headset and hurried himself to the door. 

Tonight was a big night for you two: it would be the very time you spending the night. Although you two have been dating for almost a year, things have always been too busy to do normal couple things, like, in this case, spending the night at each other’s places. And with that, you and Jungkook have been taking your relationship extremely slow. Besides some intimate cuddling and brief makeout sessions, you two haven’t gone further than that. And since spending the night could mean taking that particular huge step in your relationship, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. He cleaned his entire apartment; he vacuumed and dusted the living room, cleaned the bathroom, and straightened up his kitchen. Once he was finished with that, he went grocery shopping to pick up your favorite snacks like the caring boyfriend he was (he also picked up a box of condoms, you know just in case). Jungkook just wanted to make sure that you felt right at home at his place, maybe even come to think of it as a second home. 

Jungkook opens the door to find a smiling you, carrying a large floral print traveling bag in one hand and a filled green grocery tote in the other. 

“Hey!”, you exclaim as Jungkook gestures for you to come inside. “Thanks again for letting me spend the night.” After placing your belongings on the floor, you wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck as you two lean in for a sweet kiss. 

“Of course, babe”, he says while still holding on to you. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” He looks to your side, “What’s in that green bag.” 

You released yourself from Jungkook’s embrace to grab your tote. “I got us snacks!”, you said enthusiastically, holding the bag towards him. 

He chuckles at your keen attitude. “Y/N, I told you I would cover the snacks,” he says taking the tote from you. 

You shrugged and smiled, “Well now we have more snacks.” 

I mean she wasn’t wrong but Jungkook still shook his head. “What am I gonna do with you?” He hears you giggle as he places the bag on the kitchen counter. 

“So,” you began, “What are the plans for the night?” 

“Anything you wanna do, to be honest,” he answers. 

You couldn’t help but smile, he’s always treating you like a queen and, Jungkook’s eyes, you were a queen. His queen. “Let’s just stay then. We could order a pizza, watch some Netflix, gorge on a bunch of these snacks and pass out from food comas.” 

“Sounds great to me.” 

<a little bit later in the evening>

“So I just placed the order for the pizza,” Jungkook says to you, “It should be here in about 40 minutes.” 

“You made sure to get my fave?,” you asked him coyly. 

He leaned over to where you were sitting on the couch, inches away from your face, “Of course, Y/N. A large pepperoni, extra pepperoni and extra cheese.” 

“With a side of breadsticks and dipping sauces?” 

“Yes, Y/N, anything for the spoiled princess”, he sighs exaggeratingly, clearly messing around. You playfully hit his shoulder as he lets out a breathy laugh. 

You start to get up from the couch and grab your traveling bag. “You mind if I go take shower real quick?” 

“Of course not,” he says, “You remember where the bathroom is at?” 

“Yes, Jungkook,” you mockingly say, getting back at him for teasing you. You run out of the living as he light-heartedly chases you. 

40 minutes passed and the pizza arrived. Jungkook places the pizza down on the coffee table, accompanied by paper plates, bottles of soda and some of the snacks you both bought. Once he turned on the Netflix app on his TV, everything was set. Now the only thing he had to wait for was you. 

“Hmm? I wonder when she’s gonna be done,” he thought to himself. He picked up his phones and checked his messages to preoccupy himself as he waited. Soon enough, he hears your footsteps approaching. “About time, Y/N”, he says, still looking at his phone. 

“Oh, be quiet,” you rebutted, “Is the pizza here?” 

“Yeah, you're lucky you came just in time, I would've been more happy to eat all by myself.” Once Jungkook notices you in his peripheral vision, he looks up and stares at you for a moment. You’ve changed into an interesting piece of nightwear: a light pink, knee-length nightgown with short sleeves, lined with pink lace at the bottom hem. The nightgown wasn’t too baggy, fitting you like a casual everyday dress. The satin material made it seem like you were glowing under the living room lights. For some reason, Jungkook expected your pajamas would be a t-shirt and sweats, so seeing you in your cute nightgown surprised him. 

You noticed him staring at you. “What?,” you asked. 

"Nothing", he says. Jungkook quickly looks away from you, hiding his faint blush. You were confused by his sudden bashfulness but decided to shrug it off. 

You spent the next few hours watching two anime films; the first one being a film adaptation of a classic anime series and the other currently on was a romantic drama that brought Jungkook close to tears (even though he would deny it.) Frankly, you thought the movie was a bit boring but the movie was halfway over anyway. You both were sitting on opposite sides of the couch; Jungkook was sitting up, totally invested in the movie while your entire body was propped up on the couch, leaning you rest on the armrest. You tried your best not to doze off but ended up passing off before the movie’s ending. 

As the movie credits rolled, Jungkook discreetly wiped his tears, hoping you wouldn’t catch him. “That was a pretty good movie. What do you think?’ He looks over to your side of the couch and finds you in a deep slumber. “Hmm, maybe I made the apartment a little too comfortable,” he thinks to himself. Looking at you peacefully sleeping made him terribly happy. To him, you looked so adorable, as if he wanted to protect you from anything that troubled you, like a good boyfriend would. 

With you fast asleep, he thought it would be a great time to take a quick shower himself. After he leaves you asleep on the couch, he heads to the bathroom to wash up and then change into a baggy hoodie and sweatpants. As he was drying his hair with a towel, he headed back to the living room where he had left you. Seeing that the Netflix menu was still on display, he assumed you were still asleep. Once he got close to the couch, he abruptly stopped in his tracks. Looking down at you, he sees you curled in a fetal position with your original knee length nightgown riden up to your hip area. Jungkook stood there, frozen and blushing furiously. He knew he shouldn't be looking at you that way, but he really couldn’t help but gaze at you; the exposure of your shapely thighs and the soft curve of your hip were both hard to look away from. To make matters harder for him, he also had a glimpse of your black, lacy bikini briefs. Eventually, Jungkook got himself to snap out of it and go find a blanket to hide your exposed boy. After retrieving a blanket in the linen closet, he carefully places the blanket on you without waking you up. Sure, you stirred a bit but quickly went back to sleep. 

Jungkook sat back down to the opposite side of the couch and turned on a random documentary to take his mind off what he’d seen. However, it proved to be difficult as seeing you in that kind of way really worked him up inside. It wasn’t until then he realized the pent up emotions he held for so long. More than ever, he wanted you. He felt that he was more than ready to have sex tonight but he was worried if you weren’t. And the last thing he wanted to happen was to pressure into doing something you weren’t ready for. "But she had to be ready right?", he thought. I mean, why would he wear a paper thin nightgown and sexy panties if you weren’t. Jungkook pondered these thoughts, trying to figure out what was best to do. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of you sitting up from the couch. He looks at you stretching your arms and yawning loudly. 

With sleepy eyes, you look at him, “Sorry for passing out. That movie was pretty boring. But I bet you loved it a lot.” When you met Jungkook's eyes, he quickly looked away. “Hey what’s wrong?”

Avoiding eye contact, Jungkook simply responds, “It's nothing.” 

A bit annoyed, you took the TV remote and turned it off. Surprised, Jungkook looked at you, “I was watch-”

“Jungkook,” you said in a rather stern tone, “What’s been going on with you? You’ve been acting strange right before we started the movie. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.” 

The expression on your face was with genuine concern and, with that, he felt like he owed you a proper explanation. Jungkook took a moment to find the right words to use but ultimately decided to be as honest as he could be. 

“Y/N, do you ever think about, you know, having sex?” 

Your eyes widened at the bluntness of his question. “W-what in the world brought this up,” you stummered. You felt flushed, your face was getting warmer by the second. 

“Well, we’ve been together for a long time. Like I understand I’ve been busy with the group and you have your own obligations to handle, so I get there never has been much time to be intimate. But now that you're here with me, maybe it’s time to take the next step. What do you think?” 

While you were pretty much at loss of words, you did understand where Jungkook was coming from. The seriousness of this conversation made you nervously fidget your fingers. “I do think about it, Jungkook. And I do want to sleep with you, it’s just that I still have my fears,” you confessed to him. 

Jungkook moves closer to you on the couch and gently takes your hand. “Yeah I do too,” he says, “Being busy is one thing but we really should’ve been honest about this a long time ago.” 

You shook your head. Feeling Jungkook caress the back of your hand melts away any nervousness you felt before. He was right about being more honest with each other. You trusted him after all, and you loved him with all of your heart. 

After gazing at each other’s eyes for a moment, Jungkook leans towards you, placing a soft and lingering kiss on your lips. In response, your hands cupped his face causing you to deepen the kiss. Similar to how Jungkook felt when he saw your exposed thighs, the sincerity of your conversation as well as the passionate kissing between you two was waking something within you: pent up emotions that you’ve constantly buried down for the longest time. 

After a minute or so, the two of you broke away from your kiss and gazed at each other lovingly. 

“I love you so much, Kookie.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

You wrapped your arms around his and sensuously whispered into his, “I want you so bad.” 

Jungkook took that as an obvious sign that you were 100% ready and, for that night, he gladly obliges.  

[lady-divine-writes]

Trickety Boo Exchange Fic - “The Devil Among Us” (Rated PG13)

Summary:

Crowley ropes Aziraphale and the Them into going on a dangerous mission. Lord knows what he thought would happen ... but he probably didn't expect the way things turn out. (979 words)

Notes: Written for The @tricketyboo2020 gift exchange. For @cumaeansibyl

Read on AO3.

“I regret to inform you, my dear, but Master Warlock is dead.”

Crowley looks up, his eyes wide and vacant. “W-wot?" He shakes his head slowly, disbelieving. "I don’t … I don’t understand. Wot did you say?”

“Master Warlock is dead,” Aziraphale repeats, flippantly and without lifting his eyes from his task, the papers he’d been sorting shifting beneath his arm as he continues his work.

“Wh-when did that happen?” Crowley asks, caught between a mumble and a roar.

“Just now, apparently. Look, it does you no good to go on about it. You have tasks to do, too.”

“Tasks!? Tasks!? How do you expect me to do tasks when you've just told me that Warlock is …?”

“Look! You’re the one who wanted to do this, alright?” Aziraphale retorts, his voice tight, but more from frustration than sadness, which skewers Crowley to his very ... well, not soul. He doesn't have one of those anymore. Heart? Ehhh, kind of hazy on the existence of that one. Skewers him to his black, gooey innards. There. Sounds 'bout right. "You put me, all of us, in this situation! Warlock knew what he was in for. There’s no use going catatonic! Finish the mission!”

“Mr. Crowley! Mr. Fell!” Adam’s voice cuts through over their headsets. “What’s going on?”

“No worries, Master Adam,” Aziraphale says, trying to locate the boy on his monitor in the midst of everything else that needs to be done. “Mr. Crowley just heard about Master Warlock, I’m afraid.”

“Yeah, about that …” Adam breathes in a deep, shuddering breath before he answers. “Seems we’ve lost Brian.”

“What?” Crowley checks his screen, on the search for the boy he knows only by name, lost in the schematics for the Them’s location. He was never all that good at reading maps, which is why he never uses them.

Probably explains how he ended up lost in the middle of what is now Northern Canada during the Conquests of Timur. Good of the humans to sort that one out. 35 years. Just a drop in the bucket, really. 

And Crowley got a commendation for that, too. 

But today, his inability to manage a compass rose might be his downfall.

“Yeah,” Adam confirms. “Wensleydale, too.”

“He’s probably off getting a snack,” Aziraphale offers. "You know how he gets."

“No,” Adam says seriously. “No, he’s gone! Warlock, Brian, Wensleydale …” The conversation drops into tension. “Mr. Fell?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“The last I saw, all three of them were with you. And now … now they’re gone.”

Aziraphale’s arm stops moving, the papers caught beneath ceasing their persistent shh-shh’ing across his desk. “What are you implying?”

“Well, it seems a little sus to me.”

“And me,” Pepper pipes in. “Especially since I was just in the corridor, and I swear Mr. Fell tried to kill me!”

Crowley, still confused, looks over at his husband. The love of his life. 

The angel he thought he knew.

“Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale locks eyes with him, his face drawn and paler than Crowley has ever seen. But Aziraphale recovers quickly and rolls his eyes. 

“Do you really think I’m capable of murdering children?”

“Your side always has, hasn’t it?” Crowley gets up from the sofa and stalks over to his husband, leaving his laptop behind.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale squeaks, startled when Crowley's eyes start to go from slightly human to full-on serpent. “You can’t possibly believe that I …”

“Now Pepper's dead!” Adam yelps, his breath quickening. “What the Hell, Mr. Fell?”

“Language, my dear," Aziraphale snaps. "Language.”

“We have to get him off the …!”

“Crowley …” Aziraphale stares at his husband, swallowing hard at the hurt, the betrayal in his eyes “… you have to listen to me. How long have we known one another? Hmm? 6000 years. You love me. You trust me. That’s the reason why the two of us work together so well, even though we’ve spent centuries on opposite sides.”

“Mr. Crowley!" Adam cries. "Don’t listen to him! Don’t believe him!”

"How did he do it then?" Crowley interrupts, crowding against Aziraphale who, for some reason, refuses to take his arm off his desk. "How did he kill them, Adam? How did they die?"

"Warlock was shot." Adam's voice shakes. "Brian and Wensleydale both had their necks broken. And Pepper was stabbed."

"Kids ..." Crowley shakes his head. "They were just kids, Aziraphale."

“Yes. And kids lie. That's what they do. You and I, my love ...” Aziraphale stands, appealing to his husband's better nature - to the angel behind the demonic eyes “... we belong together. You know me, inside and out. You know I would never do a thing to hurt you. I would never betray you or take away something you love. Y-you put me in this situation. Remember that, dear. And now, you have to believe that I …”

“Uh … Mr. Crowley?”

Crowley, caught under the spell of his husband’s voice, of his emotional words, jerks back to reality. “Yes, Adam?”

“He just stabbed you in the back.”

"Wot!?" Crowley’s eyelids narrow, and he glares into Aziraphale’s smug face. “Aziraphale!”

Aziraphale laughs. “Gotcha, my dear!” 

"Great. Mr. Fell killed everyone," Warlock drones. 

"I still can't believe he managed to get me first," Adam remarks. "And in front of Dog, too. That was cold."

"Can we play something else now?" Wensleydale moans. "This game's lame."

“That’s because you keep dying,” Pepper laughs.

“That, and because Mr. Crowley doesn’t know how to play, so he and Mr. Fell keep kinky flirting. I’d like to keep my lunch down, thank you.”

“Great!” Brian chirps. “Zombie Exploder it is!”

“Been a zombie once,” Crowley says, giving his husband a kiss on the lips before going back to his laptop.

“As have I,” Aziraphale mentions.

“Right. So if you lot think that’s going to keep us from being kinky, think again, rugrats.”

[chemiste]

Sweet Secrets

This is for my first writing night, using the flower prompt list I made.

“Ice plant/sun cup for writing night w Harry“

-to the anon that requested this, I hope this is what you were looking for! 

“Hello Ladies and Gents! Tonight we have with us a very special guest, Mister Harry Styles!”

Emerging from the curtains, the superstar himself strutted out. He looked very fresh in a blue velvet 3 piece suit, his rings accenting the look perfectly.

After a quick handshake, the two men sat in their respective areas. James smiled eagerly, ready to get the show on the road. 

“How are you doing old man? Kids alright?” Harry said, a slight chuckle in his voice. 

James rolled his eyes, “They’re doing fine, you sod. Everything coming along for the third album? I’ve heard whispers that it’s gonna be the best one yet.”

The rockstar grinned, pulling on his lip to give him a moment while he collected his thoughts. 

“Ah, well, here’s to hoping everyone thinks that.”

“You cheeky boy! So ‘humble’ am I right?” James asked the audience, doing quotes around the word ‘humble’.

“Alright, enough with the pleasantries, I’ve spoken to your team and they’ve agreed to a last minute game I like to call, Sweet Secrets!”

As the audience cheered, the curtain on the floor of the stage rose, showing a table filled with tiny deserts, ranging from brownies that bore the Late Late symbol, to pink and blue petit fours  that had Harry’s Album covers painted on the tops. 

The look on Harry’s face was pure terror and a bit of excitement. The singer made a quick glance to Jeff, his manager on the side of the stage who looked absolutely thrilled. 

Okay, this may or may not be revenge for when H changed all of Jeff’s underwear to lingerie on the trip they took to Italy 2 weeks ago, but who was keeping score?

After a quick commercial, the lads were each sitting at the table, a small plate in front of them with a fork and knife set to the side.

“And we’re back! Harold and I are about to play a brand new game called Sweet Secrets!” 

H made a big deal of laying his napkin in his lap, earning a few snickers from the crowd. 

James continued, “The game is simple, you choose one of these delicious things in front of us and cut into it! Theres a small plastic ball inside that hold a slip of paper with a question! You can either answer the question, or eat the whole desert infant of you. Got it?” 

The audience clapped and Harry nodded, slightly worried but also amused, this should be too bad. Right?

“Okay, Harry you can start.” 

“Okay, hmm,” he glanced down at the options in front of him, deciding which treat would be the easiest to consume if he abstained the question inside. “How about this one?” 

He plucked a strawberry cake pop from it’s holder, the HS embroidered into the fondant simmered under the studio lights and he moved it to his plate.

He cut into the pop and pull the little bobble out, taking the piece of paper out to read.

“Okay the question is, how many times have you skinny dipped?” 

He laughed as a few girls screamed upon hearing the concept of him being naked, James as well in a fit of giggles. 

“I guess, let see,” Harry counted the few moments on his fingers, going onto his second hand before stopping at a finger. 

“Eight-ish? I used to go with a couple mates when we were ‘round 15 so I don’t know if I’ve done it in a while for the fear of my dick being plastered on the daily mail is terrifying enough.”

James went, going for a brownie, his question being, “Does your partner snore and if so, has it ever been so bad you’ve woken up?” 

Needless to say, Corden ate the damn brownie.

The next question Harry had was a bit more, scandalous, it being, “Has someone ever bed so bad in bed you couldn’t get it up?” Thankfully the treat he had chosen was a small thing of jello, not too terrible.

“Okay, I’ve chosen the carrot cake, and my question is “which celebrity have you met that you wish to never see again?” 

The audience roared at the question, egging James on to reveal his answer.

“I’m gonna go with Kevin Spacey, not that nice when I first met him and then all that stuff came out so…” 

Harry and him going into their own childish tactics, pointing at each other while exclaiming “eh?” Before they broke into song, “let’s call the whole thing off!”

The two went through the game a few more times, Harry eating a rice cake, a slice of cake and 2 more cake pops. James ate the same amount, so easy to say the boys had had their fill of sugar.

James glanced over to the producer before turning back to the camera, “it seems we’re running out of time so Harry please chose your last desert. Fingers crossed it’s good enough to get my show on the 5 o’clock news!” 

H smiled before taking a breath and picking up a petit four, the one with his first album cover on the top.

Harry scanned through the question, instantly dropping his hands and and tilting his head to look at the ceiling. 

James snatched the paper out of his hands as the rockstar stood up out of his chair, groaning. The burly brit he used to call his friend laughed as he read the slip that cause Harry’s reaction.

“Ha ha ha! Oh boy H, you’ve really brought this on yourself! He pulled the only golden slip in the whole bunch, you know what this means!”

From off stage, a few techies rolled on another plate. This time the petit four seated before them was a real cake, an a big one at that.

Corden got up as well and stepped over to the bigger cake, “The question, for those of you wondering, is, what’s your biggest secret?!”

The audience’s reaction was instantaneous, claps and screams echoed through the studio. 

Harry sat back down, in his chair slightly defeated. He made a move to grab his fork and knife, heading over to the big cake. Boos rang through the room, especially chants of “answer!  answer! answer!” Soon enough the whole studio was saying it.

James raised his hands to slice the crowd, turning to his mate standing beside him. 

“What’s it gonna be H? Easily let us in on your biggest secret, or…” the host gestured to the giant cake before them.

Harry held his face in his hands before holding up the fork and knife 

…and placing it down on the table. 

The audience cheered as he stood, front and center, ready to spill his biggest secret. 

James started bouncing in side spot, equally as excited as the audience before them.

“My biggest secret is…”

“I’m engaged.”

Harry could’ve sworn a few light bulbs popped from the sound in the studio. The sound could probably be heard outside the building, maybe even a few blocks further.

James grabbed onto Harrys jacket and pulled the boy into a hug, the surprise on his face overwhelmed by the joy of hearing the news one of his closest friends was getting married.

The audience calmed slightly as James quickly lead Harry to the couch, hopefully to get the bride to be’s name.

“Harry! I can’t believe this! Congratulations!” 

“Thank you, I’m very happy as well.” 

The host shook his hands before planting them down on his lap as he had said on the couch with H.

“Who’s the girl? I didn’t even know you dating someone!”

The boy’s cheeks warmed a sweet pink, he rubbed the back of his neck, accidentally bringing forth a small chain that had a ring hanging on it.

Harry’s engagement ring.

“Well, we didn’t want the media breathing down our necks so we might’ve devised a plan to keep everyone on a different trail.”

“Do I know her? Have I met her?”

The singer chuckled, “Oh yeah, probably talked to her a bunch as well.”

James brow furrowed as he tried to go through anyone he’d talked to that could be associated with Harry in the past year or so. 

Then it seemed like a lightbulb went off.

He looked up at Harry with a shocked expression, “No, wait, is it,” the host took a pause, waiting for Harry confirmation that it was okay to say the name. 

With a glint in his eye he turned  to a crewman off stage. “Can we please have Harry’s PA come to the couch?”

The audience chatted loudly amongst themselves, looking towards every person with a head set, wondering if they’d be the one to step up onto the stage.

Not detected yet, a girl with h/c hair cautiously approached James from his back. She wore black jeans, a slightly to large rolling stones t-shirt, a headset, and converse that had been colored in the rainbow along the edge.

She poked James in the shoulder, giving him a small wave when he turned around. 

“Y/N! Congrats! I can’t believe you kept it under wraps so well.” 

Y/N crossed over to Harry, sitting down next to him, a little finicky under the gaze of so many eyes.

Harry spoke up, “We thought this would be the best way to be able to stay close but not have to be nervous for anyone with a camera seeing us together, we kept the PDA to a zero in public but it was great to have that sense of safety the cover provided.

“No longer though, eh?” James grinned. Harry turned his head and smile softly at his fiancé, “Nope, no more hiding.”

That earn a round of applause from the audience, seemly in awe of the sweet couple before them.

James laughed, “You realize though that now every celebrity and PA are gonna be looked at as secret lovers from now right?”

“Oh, oops!”

[thepurpleguy]

Five Nights at Freddy’s: Fazbear Frights: Dawko

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Fazbear Frights

Dawko

“Dawko’s new song is so goo- huh? What’s this?” Vincent said, looking at the screen as it made a glitching noise through his headphones. The screen then showed some type of plush that looked like Dawko. The plush had brown hair and white skin. It had a purple vest and bowtie with yellow gloves with stiches on them. “That is so cool! It looks just like Dawko! I hope I have enough money to get it.” Vincent said admiring the purple vest the plush wore. Vincent had loved plushies ever since he was a little kid. He had a ton of them and yet here was one of his favorite youtuber! Vincent looked at the clock. It read 8:55. “Guess I got to go to bed.” Vincent sighed, turning off his tablet. He put on some pj’s, brushed his teeth, and quickly combed his dyed purple hair. Then he got in bed.

Vincent woke up in dark room, at least he thought it was a room, he couldn’t tell. The “room” looked like one of those safe rooms he’d heard about while eavesdropping on some nightguards who worked at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Vincent saw a greenish door with a keyhole in it. He reached out his arm and touched it. The door opened easily. Vincent peered his head out of the door but was suddenly startled by two sets of lights. One pair of lights were both purple and the other pair had one light blue and one purple light. Vincent peered closer and realize that they weren’t lights but eyes. He fell backwards and inched away from the eyes, frightened. The “thing” with purple eyes moved towards him and pointed at him, then at the other set of eyes. It said in almost a whisper, “You are to become him...”

Vincent woke up sweating. What was that? Vincent thought to himself. He checked his clock. It read 11:55. “Gotta get up and play the “game” Vincent said, getting out of his bed. The “game” wasn’t just any game, it was a VR game. Vincent was a game tester for Fazbear Entertainment. Right now, he was testing a game called FNAF Help Wanted VR. Basically, the “game” was surviving the night just like the nightguards at Freddy’s did, only this was VR, so it wasn’t real. At least that’s what Vincent kept telling himself. He always got the feeling that someone was watching him while he played except the problem was, nobody was ever there. Not in the “game” and not in his house either. Vincent put on his uniform. It was a purple, of course, button-down shirt with a black tie. He wore black pants with a gray belt and some black shoes. He also wore a purple and gray hat like the nightguards wore except theirs's weren’t purple. Most of the nightguards wore blue but since Vincent was a game tester, and he liked the color, his uniform was purple, just like his skin and hair. Vincent put his hair in a ponytail then put on his hat and walked into his office to turn on the “game”. Once the “game” loaded, he put on the VR headset and went into the “game”. In front of him was a table. The table had a tv-looking thing that let you pick the different places the nightguards worked at. Beside it was a lever. Vincent pulled the lever and the familiar music started playing. On the other side of the tv was a tape cassette. He touched it and was brought into the tape room. He had collected 15 tapes so far. There were 16 in total. “One more to go” Vincent said to himself, not really liking the silence around him. He went out of the tape room and back to the table. He decided to play one of the “dark room” games. He touched the one with Plush trap in it. In this game, you had to use your flashlight and get Plush trap to the X before the timer ran out. If you didn’t get him to the X in time, Plush trap would jump scare you. Vincent looked and saw that Plush trap was on his chair like he normally as at the start of the game. He quickly clicked his flashlight off and waited until he heard running noises, then turned his flashlight back on. Plush trap was right in front of him, inches away from the X. Vincent turned off the flashlight, waited for the running noises, and then turned the flashlight back on. Plush trap was on the X, a couple seconds before the timer. Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, happy that he didn’t get jump scared. A present appeared in front of him and he turned the handle that was on it. A music box started playing and the present opened revealing a Dawko plush. “Huh? This is weird. I didn’t know Dawko plushies were in the “game” Vincent said confused. He picked it up and looked at it, the plushie’s blue and purple eyes staring at him. Vincent shrugged, deciding that it was supposed to happen. Then he went back to where the table was with the plush in his hand. He took off the VR headset and checked the time. It read 6:00. “Welp guess I’m done for the night” Vincent said. He felt something in his hand. He looked down and tried to see what it was. Vincent couldn’t make it out, it was too dark. He went to his room and turned on the light. In his hand was the Dawko plushie. “This can’t be real” Vincent said, staring at the plush with wide eyes. He closed his eyes and pinched himself. He opened his eyes again. The plush was still there. Maybe while I was playing the “game” someone got it for me? Vincent thought to himself. He sighed. “I shouldn’t worry about it after all its just a plush” Vincent said. He decided to make some mocha latte. He went into the kitchen, put the plushie on the counter beside him, and turned on the coffee pot. While he waited for his coffee, he noticed that there was a knife on the counter by where he put the plush. He picked it up and accidentally cut himself on his finger. It's just a small cut, nothing to worry about Vincent thought to himself. He gripped the knife, suddenly having an urge to stab something. He quickly put it down and the urge went away. That was weird, if I had it any longer, I probably would’ve killed someone Vincent thought nervously. He took his coffee off the coffee pot, hesitated, then grabbed the Dawko plush.  

Later, he decided to go to Freddy Fazbear’s where the other nightguards worked. Maybe I can talk to them about this weird plush Vincent thought, looking at the plush as he opened the doors to the pizzeria. There were children running around, parents talking to one another, and of course the animatronics preforming. A boy with blonde hair bumped into him. “Sorry mister!” the boy said, running to catch up with his friends. Vincent smiled to himself as the young boy ran off. He sighed, then went to the office where the other nightguards were at. “Sup folks” Vincent said, as he approached them. “H-hey V-Vince...” Jeremy said. Jeremy was very shy and often stuttered a lot, but Vincent didn’t mind. He liked him just fine. Besides, he liked having someone to talk to during the day. The other nightguards looked at him, some quickly waved, then returned to their conversation. They didn’t like him very much and were always busy and rushing to get things done before 12:00 came. “W-what’s that?” Jeremy asked, pointing to the plush in Vincent’s hand. “Oh! Somehow this was in my house. I thought maybe you got it for me while I was playing the “game” Vincent said. “W-well that’s not f-from me V-Vince" Jeremy said. “Thats really weird... Wonder how it got in my house then because I don’t know anybody else except you” Vincent said confused. He started talking about the crazy dream he had and about the Dawko plush that was in the game and how it somehow ended up in his hand in real life. He didn’t tell Jeremy about the knife though. That might scare him Vincent thought to himself. “W-woah that’s w-wacky Vince. K-kind of creepy a bit t-too.” Jeremy said. “Yeah, it is” Vincent said. “W-well I’m g-going to go to o-one of the s-safe rooms to check t-things" Jeremy said. “I’ll come with you” Vincent said, grinning creepy. “A-alright V-Vince” Jeremy said. They walked through the safe room’s door, Vincent closing the door behind them. “H-hey Vince? D-Do you see the lights-? W-what are y-you doing?” Jeremy said, nervously. “Something...” Vincent said. “V-Vince? Y-your scaring m-me" Jeremy said, accidently backing into the safe room’s wall. Vincent pulled out a knife and covered Jeremy’s mouth with his hand before he could scream. “Shh... It will all be over soon.... friend” Vincent said, his eyes glowing blue and purple, then he stabbed him. Those aren’t his eyes... he’s not meaning to do this... Jeremy thought just before everything went black. Vincent’s eyes returned to normal. “Wha-?” Vincent said, then saw Jeremy on the floor covered in blood. He looked at his hands, trembling. His hands were covered in blood and he was holding a knife. He dropped the knife on to the floor and took a step back. I did this... Vincent thought to himself. Then he ran. He ran out of the safe room, out of the pizzeria. He didn’t stop running until he opened the door to his house and fell to the floor. The images of Jeremy lying on the floor, bloody, wouldn’t leave his mind. He realized that he still had the Dawko plush. He threw it across the floor, in anger. “Why?! Ever since you got here my life has been miserable! My best friend is dead! What do you want from me?!” Vincent yelled. The plush didn’t say anything. It’s blue and purple eyes still staring at him. Vincent decided to play more of the “game” to take his mind off of what just happened. He picked up the Dawko plush even though he didn’t really want to. He didn’t change out of his blood-stained clothes because if he did, the images would come back. Then Vincent put on the VR headset. The first thing he saw was the thing with purple eyes. You're not supposed to be here. You’re not real. You’re just a figment of my imagination... Vincent thought to himself, nevously, not really believing a word of it. The thing motioned with its hand for him to follow. Vincent hesitated then looked down at his bloodstained hand. The Dawko plush was still there. He looked up at the thing again. “What did you mean in the dream? You said I would become him” Vincent asked, pointing at the Dawko plush. The thing with purple eyes motioned for him to follow again. Vincent suddenly had a strong urge that wanted him to follow. This time he didn’t hesitate and followed the thing with the purple eyes, the Dawko plush clutched in his bloody hand.  

The thing went into another safe room. It held out its hand to him. “You want the Dawko plush?” Vincent asked, not really wanting to give it up. The thing with purple eyes understood that the kid in front of him wanted to keep the plushie. The thing put his hand down. It would have to do this a different way. While it was thinking about this, the kid started humming Darkest Desire by Dawko. That’s how I’ll do it... the thing with purple eyes thought to himself, grinning creepily. “You like that song?” It asked in almost a whisper. Vincent turned to face the thing. “Yeah, it’s my favorite song by Dawko” Vincent said, turning back to the plushie, playing with it while he hummed. He didn’t know what it was, but he trusted the thing with the purple eyes. It was like it was a best friend even though they met not very long ago. The thing felt familiar to him, like a father would feel familiar to his son and so the son would trust his father and want to be close to him. “Do you trust me?” the thing with purple eyes asked, holding out its hand. That’s what made it happen. Those four little words. Vincent’s eyes turned light blue and purple. “Yes” Vincent

said, turning towards the thing with purple eyes. He reached out and took the thing’s hand. The thing with purple eyes grinned then said, “Are you ready to fulfil your darkest desires... Dawko?”