#it will bring look luck for my exams tomorrow

[minsung]

finally got lino's levanter lenticular pc today!! its so pretty😭

[always-just-red]

hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:’) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.

but then it’s starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.

maybe one day she’s doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :’)

feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.

Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! 🥰

Technical Difficulties

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.

Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!

Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first… That you should first… What?

Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, wait— are you supposed to try to contact support, first?

You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. It’s too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy halo— stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. They’re supposed to be helpful, but they’re not; they’re drowning you.

Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:

Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx

Shit. You’d completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. You’ve got time to look over it; the exam isn’t for another two days. Breathe, ok? You have time.

Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests you’d applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadn’t sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:

Thanks for saying you’d look over this for me! You’re the best at this stuff!

Ok, so: Tara’s practice question. Nero’s report. Your own practice questions. Then… dinner? Maybe that should come first. You’d skipped lunch— had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you don’t wanna cook; cooking takes time, and you’ve got none. None.

Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?

“Hi,” you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, you’re opening up Tara’s attachment.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Always straight to the point. “Uh… yeah?” you frown as you read through your friend’s work. “Why? What d’you need?”

Sylus sighs through the phone. “That was a test, sweetie. You failed.”

“Yeah, well…” you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. “Add it to the list.”

The man doesn’t find that funny. The phone is quiet— too quiet. “Are you alright?” he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.

“Mmhmm.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Sylus.”

You stare down at your phone. He’s waiting for more, but you won’t give it to him. You’re one word away from slipping, and you can’t let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. He’s smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would ‘ruin’ his image when you took it last week.  

“I need to go, ok?” Your eyes are shining.

“Ok,” he says softly.

There’s a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??

You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.

…

You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your window’s turned dark— your laptop, too— and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. There’s more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.

You hadn’t left any lights on in your flat. You hadn’t switched on your lamp, either.

Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. There’s something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. No— two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.

Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.

Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.

At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. “You flatter me, kitten,” he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.

You lower your gun, your heart still racing. “I could have killed you, Sylus!”

“That’s the spirit.” His hands drop, too.

“How did you even get in here?”

He’s turned back to the stove, and he’s using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. “Hmm…” he muses, then blink— he’s gone. He’s at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. “I wonder,” he finishes as he reaches around for something.

Show off. “You know how I feel about you telepor…” No. “Phas…” No. “Magic…king…?” By now he’s watching you over his shoulder. “You know— that thing you do.” You’re twinkling your fingers. “What do you even call that?”

“Magicking, yeah.”

You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where he’s cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. You’re still coming to terms with the fact he’s even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because he’s wearing your apron. It’s too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.

“You know how I feel about you magicking into my home,” you mutter distractedly, because actually? He’s kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. “Use the door like a regular person, you psychopath.”  

“Where’s the fun in that?” He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think he’s toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesn’t, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. “Mephisto saw you were sleeping. I didn’t wish to disturb you. You sounded… tired. On the phone.”

Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. “Is that why you’re here? Playing housewife?” You pick at a frill on the apron.

“Poke fun all you want,” he sneers. “This shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.”

“Snob.”

“Ha.” You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. “Watch yourself, sweetie. I’ll remember that the next time you ask to ‘borrow’ my card.”

You laugh gently. Now that’s a threat. You’re about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and you’re back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. He’s been texting you, too.

Nero’s yelling at me

Wants to talk to U

Can U pick up? Pls?

It’s one report, for gods’ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but it’s probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; you’ll just send it as it is. “I’ll just be a minute, Sy,” you call out. “Need to finish one thing.”

He mumbles something in response, and you imagine it’s for the best you can’t hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be… here. You attach it. Hit send.

Nothing happens.

Huh. You hit send again. Then again— still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. “Oh, come on,” you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.

With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.

“No, no, no, no,” you plead quietly, but it doesn’t cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. “What?” you hiss.

“Whoa. Hi…?” Xavier’s voice is cautious. “I don’t know if you saw my texts, but Nero—”

“The report, Xavier! I know! I know!” You try holding down your laptop’s power button. “I’m trying to send it, but my shitty computer won’t—”

“No way!” Tara’s voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? “Hey you! Did you get a chance to—”

“No, ok?!” you practically cry out. “No! Can you two just back off? Please!”

“Oh, sorry, I…” Tara sounds upset, then distracted. “Wait, Xavier wants to speak to you.”

“Are you ok?” he asks after a second.

Ok? You just want everything to stop. “I’m fine. Shit, tell Tara I’m sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just… I just need my laptop to…”

Work. Work! Nothing’s working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you can’t stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.

You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look there’s something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You can’t. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.

Xavier is speaking— saying something over the phone— but you can’t hear him.

The light changes, and there’s a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. “They’ll call you back,” the shadow says. Sylus.

“Wait, who is this?” Xavier.

“That’s Skye!” Tara.

Your friends’ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than you’ve ever seen them. “Come on, sweetie,” he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.

You understand what he’s asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where he’s been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.

With your face buried in his shoulder, you can’t tell where he’s taking you, and you don’t care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you can’t with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.

Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. He’s away from you for a moment— moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stove— but then he’s back, standing between your legs, standing close. You’re looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.

He shushes you without a hint of impatience. “Look at me,” he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleeves— drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You do— you tell him everything. The hunter’s exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols you’ve been signing up for. The work you’ve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.

Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when you’re done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. “Oh, sweetie.” A tendril is tucked behind your ear. “You should have said something.”

“I know.” Your gaze is still shy of his. “But how can I? I need to do this— be this— for everyone.”

His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. “You’re just one person,” he says. “You— just you— and that’s all you need to be. You’re stubborn, and strong, but you’re not invincible. Even Linkon’s shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.”

“Even you?” you snivel, setting him up for a quip.  

Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. “Even me.”

It’s hard to believe when he’s staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except… his hair is slightly dishevelled from where he’s been working away in the heat. There’s a damp patch on his shirt. He’s wearing your pink apron, and there’s mascara on his sleeves.

Then there’s the way he’s looking at you.

It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. “You do a lot for your friends,” he continues with confidence, but he’s rubbing his neck, “and they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. It’s only fair.”

“You’re right.”

“…Good.”

Perhaps it’s the fact you’ve vaguely composed yourself— or the way you’re watching him like you’re seeing something new— but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.

“You’re too soft, kitten,” he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until you’re glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. “How many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.”

There’s quiet for all of a second. He can’t help correcting: “Well, except me, of course.” The apron’s crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. “Any time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.”

Your mouth curls, but you haven’t quite got it in you to laugh— not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal he’s cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody he’s attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.

You chuckle to yourself.

And you can’t see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.

[pure-smut]

helping out a friend.

featuring: Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

contains: childhood friends to lovers, mutual m*sturbation, missionary, softdom!kuroo, watching p*rn

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

word count: 2.4k

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You’ve known Tetsuro Kuroo since you were practically babies. You found each other at nursery and you’ve been inseparable ever since. Even though you’re older now and went to different Universities, you video call nearly every day. You’ve managed to break out of your shell a bit and make some new friends at Uni but nothing beats seeing Tetsu’s face pop up on your phone. He just cheers you up.

“Hey, nerd,” Tesu greets you one day. You balance your phone against the stack of books on your desk so you can see each other while you study.

“Hey, loser,” you greet him back. He must be just out of the shower because he’s not wearing a shirt and his chest is slick and shiny. “You couldn’t make yourself decent?”

“What, you don’t like?” he says, grinning. You roll your eyes and ignore him.

If you’re being honest with yourself, there was maybe a time years and years and years ago where you had a bit of a thing for Tetsu. You’re super close, after all, and he’s good-looking so you figured it was normal. After it became apparent that he didn’t view you that way – he flirts with literally everyone – you buried it way down deep until it disappeared. So, yes, at one point a comment like that would have made you blush. Now it doesn’t even phase you.

“You still studying?” Tetsu continues, oblivious.

“Duh. My last exam is tomorrow.”

“And then you’ll be back home, right?”

“Yep! Flights are booked for Friday.” You smile, excited to see him in person again.

“We need to hang out asap. I’ve missed you, dude.”

“I’ve missed you too. But are you not seeing Clarissa on Friday?”

He winces.

“Uhhh… no. That’s… not really a thing anymore.”

“Oh.” You look up from your notebook. “I’m sorry, Tetsu. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, dude, don’t even worry about it. I’ve gotta go but good luck with your exam tomorrow.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you Friday!”

You hang up and shake your head. For some reason, Tetsu can never stick with a girlfriend. Clarissa had lasted the longest and you had actually really liked her. You start to wonder what went wrong before stopping yourself. No, you need to focus on the exam and then you can catch up with Tetsu this weekend. The corner of your mouth upticks in a smile at seeing him again.

*

The exam goes as well as it could and you have a couple of hours to yourself before you need to catch your flight. You text your FWB but he replies with a busy today, sorry x. You sigh and pick up your laptop.

You have a few bookmarked porn videos and, exhausted from the exam, you decide to click an old, familiar one rather than searching through a bunch of new ones. As it starts up, you lick your finger to get it slick and snake a hand down under your panties. By the time the guy in the video is getting started, you’re softly rubbing your clit, your gaze on the screen intense.

Just as you’re nearing your orgasm, your phone rings. You groan with frustration but, seeing Tetsu’s name, you pick up.

“What?” you snap.

“Whoa, hello to you, too,” Tetsu chuckles.

“I’m a bit busy.”

“Doing what?”

There’s an awkward pause and, to your horror, you realise you haven’t stopped the video. The sound of slapping flesh and moaning fills the air.

“Oh,” Tetsu says.

“I-I’ll call you later,” you stammer out and hang up immediately.

Mortified, all your earlier horniess evaporates and you lay back in your bed, your face in your hands. Your phone buzzes with a message from Tetsu but you can’t even bring yourself to look at it. Instead, you push it down before your humiliation overwhelms you and start getting ready for your flight.

*

You arrive in your hometown that evening, exhausted and irritable.

“Did your exam not go well, sweetie?” Mom asks, frowning and pushing back your hair from your face.

“No, it was okay,” you sigh. “I’ve just had a long day.”

And you’ve embarrassed yourself so much in front of Tetsu that you want the ground to swallow you whole, you think but keep that part to yourself.

“I’ve got some dinner in the fridge for you, d’you want me to warm it up?”

“Thanks, Mom, but it’s alright. I’m just going to hang out in my room tonight. Get an early night.”

She seems displeased but doesn’t argue, letting you wheel your suitcase up the stairs and into your room.

It always feels weird coming home to your old bedroom – most stuff you took with you to the University dorms so all that’s left are your childhood things that you don’t want to part with. Even the walls are bare now. They used to be covered with photos of Tetsu and you but you took those to Uni with you too.

You groan at the thought of him and how awkward he must have felt. He’d sent you a few more messages but you haven’t checked them in case they confirm your worst fears – that you’re gross and he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. The thought makes you well up so you pull out your laptop and put on some low-stakes sitcom and bury yourself under the duvet.

You’re deep into your wallowing when there’s a knock at the door.

“I don’t want dinner, Mom!” you call. “I already said!”

“Unfortunately, I’m not dinner but I am a snack,” Tetsu responds from the other side of the door. You snap up to sitting, nearly launching your laptop off the bed. “Can I come in?”

“Uh…” You desperately look around although you don’t know what you're even looking for. “Um, yes. Yeah, come in.”

Tetsu steps in with his hand covering his eyes and closes the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” You squint at him.

“Oh, just in case I’m interrupting you jerking off again.”

A burst of laughter explodes from your chest, despite your burning cheeks, and you throw your pillow at him.

“You’re a dick!” you say but you’re laughing. He takes his hand away from his eyes and grins.

“Didn’t you get any of my messages?”

You avert your eyes and don’t say anything. Tetsu crosses the space between you and sits down next to you on the bed. You hate how embarrassed you feel – Tetsu always puts you at ease and you automatically want to rest your head on his shoulder but it feels too awkward to do so now.

“Listen, don’t worry about it,” he says. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. So you were getting yourself off, so what? Everyone does it.”

“I know but…” You bury your face in your hands. Tetsu reaches across to ease your hands away and looks you in the eye.

“Seriously, don’t be embarrassed. Honestly? It was kind of hot.”

A million butterflies explode in your stomach and your heart sets off at a gallop.

“W-what?”

“Not to be weird or anything,” Tetsu grins and rubs the back of his neck. “And you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. But we talk about everything else, right?”

“Right,” you say, breathless. “What… I mean, what would we even talk about?”

He shrugs.

“I don’t know, like, what kind of stuff were you watching?”

Your face flushes but you fight the urge to dive under the covers.

“I… don’t really know how to describe it.”

Tetsu’s eyes glint.

“Why don’t you show me then?”

You give a nervous bout of laughter, your heart still thunderous in your ears.

“Only if you want to,” he adds and you nod your head.

“I do, I just… won’t you find it weird?”

“Why would I? You’re my best friend.”

Tetsu smiles at you and it’s so familiar and reassuring that you smile back. You know that as soon as you reach for the laptop, your friendship will shift and you won’t be able to move it back. But it feels okay. Natural.

You pick up the laptop as Tetsu moves up the bed to sit next to you, his back against the headboard.

Your finger hovers over the link in the bookmark bar, hesitating before you take the plunge and click it. The familiar video starts playing as a man in a suit makes out with a woman in a secretary outfit. Tetsu gives a low chuckle.

“Nice,” he says and you get a weird thrill at his approval. “D’you watch this a lot?”

“Um, I guess. Every couple of days.”

His breathing hitches and he gives you a sidelong look.

“What?” you ask, defensiveness creeping into your voice.

“Nothing. I just like the idea of you touching yourself.”

“Shut up,” you say, your face warm and he gives a wide grin.

You keep watching for a few minutes as the man in the video starts fingering his secretary. His fingers plunge deep inside her and she throws her head back in pleasure. You feel yourself getting wetter and squirm uncomfortably. Tetsu must notice because he gives you another look.

“Touch yourself if you want,” he says. “I don’t mind.”

“I… no. It’s too awkward,” you reply, keeping your eyes forward on the screen.

“I could do it for you.”

You chance a glance at him and his eyes are on you. He’s looking at you in a way he never had before, like he’s hungry.

“Do you… would you want me to do it for you, too?” you say clumsily. You both look down to see the bulge in his jeans.

“Yeah,” he says, his playful smile gone. “If you want to.”

Your eyes are glued to his bulge. Your entire crush, which you thought you’d long buried, suddenly resurrects itself and you find yourself desperate to touch him.

“I do. Want to, I mean.” You lick your lips and he glances down to look at your mouth.

Unsure who should go first, you hesitate. Luckily, Tetsu doesn’t, and you watch him lick two of his long fingers.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs and you do so immediately. He pushes his hand down under the band of your pyjama shorts and panties. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time. When his fingers reach your pussy lips, he finds them already slick with your arousal.

“The video do this to you?” he asks.

“The video,” you say. “And you.”

Emboldened, you reach across and undo his jeans. You slip your hand in and close it around his cock, gently pulling it free. As soon as you touch him, he inhales sharply.

“Is this okay?” you ask.

“Yeah. Definitely.”

His cock is velvety soft despite being rock solid and it feels hot against your fingers. You begin to stroke him slowly.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hand still down your shorts. “I want to make you cum but I can’t fucking think straight with your hand around my cock.”

You keep stroking him regardless, enjoying him melt beneath your fingertips. He repositions himself so he’s closer to you and his fingers begin circling your clit. You give a small gasp at the jolt it sends through your body and Tetsu groans, his eyes glazed over.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Do what?” you whisper as his finger continues playing with your swollen clit.

“Touch you,” he breathes. “Fuck you.”

The muscles in his arm are taut and hard, his stomach solid as you start jerking him faster.

“I want you, too,” you tell him, your voice laden with need.

“Really?”

“Yes, Tetsu. Fuck me, now, please.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans and, with effort, pulls himself free of your grasp.

Your pussy feels bare without his hand but it doesn’t last long as Tetsu positions himself over you. There’s something unspoken between you – that you can take this slow another time, that you can explore each other’s bodies afterwards. Right now, you need each other too much to wait.

Tetsu quickly strips you of your pyjama shorts and panties, the only thing in between his cock and your pussy. You wrap your legs around him, using your feet to push down his jeans just enough so that his cock is free. He lines up the head with your entrance before looking up at you, a question in his eyes. You nod without hesitation.

Tetsu pushes his hips forward. He starts slow, only sinking in a few inches but he’s hard and thick and it’s enough for your eyes to roll back in your head. You can feel him stretching you, rubbing against all your nerves.

“Fuck,” you gasp. When you open your eyes, his are watching you.

He draws back ever so slightly before pushing in even deeper, waiting for you to adjust to the size of him before going any further. Every stroke sends your nerves alight. He continues until he’s buried completely inside you, filling you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans.

The walls of your pussy clamp down on him and you can see the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds up his weight over you. He pulls back until he’s nearly fully out. In the light of the laptop, you can see his cock glistening with your juices before he slams back inside you. He picks up speed, finding a rhythm, and each time he pounds you, you hurtle closer to an orgasm. Your pussy starts to contract around his cock.

“T-Tetsu, I… I’m going to…” you gasp but you can’t finish the sentence.

Your orgasm rocks through your body, your pussy squeezing Tetsu’s cock. Your legs wrap tightly around him, encouraging him to go harder, deeper. Tetsu gives a long, low moan and you feel his cock throb. His hand grips your hip, pinning you beneath him as he unleashes thick ropes of his cum inside you. You both collapse onto the bed.

After a few moments, while you both catch your breath, he pushes himself up on one arm. While still inside you, he presses a gentle kiss on your lips – your first kiss. When he pulls back, there’s a grin on his face.

“That was way better than jerking off.”

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The college exams were really getting to Johnny, but another complicated situation was troubling his mind: his parents' pressure for him to seriously date someone. It was no secret that Johnny was focused on his studies, but he also didn't miss a chance to have fun with friends and even get involved with some people, yet he never started a serious relationship.

One of Johnny's cousins' wedding was approaching and his mother asked him to be there, once again bringing up the fact that he wasn’t dating anyone. In response, Johnny ended up saying he was in a relationship, which was a big lie.

“Why did you tell your parents that?” Jaehyun, Johnny's friend and classmate, asked him while they were in the cafeteria.

“To see if they would stop pressuring me so much, but now I have a week to find a girl to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

“But that’s easy, look at how many women you’ve hooked up with here.”

The fact was that Johnny was well-known and very desired at college. His charm, good humor, and his sculptural body attracted a lot of attention.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to and can’t just take anyone. It’s a wedding!”

So, Jaehyun started suggesting various possible candidates, but Johnny had very convincing excuses. Then Jaehyun looked around the cafeteria and spotted you.

“Why not talk to her?”

Johnny looked in your direction, seeing you laugh at something your friend was saying. You both were in the same major, but you started college after Johnny, making him your senior. You and Johnny had talked a few times, but you were far from being friends. You were known for being a dedicated and very reserved student, not fond of attending the college parties, which made contact with him rare.

“But how am I supposed to ask her? I can’t just go up to her and say ‘do you want to pretend to be my girlfriend for a few days?’”

“That’s not my problem. Think about it, maybe fate will bring her your way in the next few days.”

And it seemed fate was indeed on Johnny’s side. He had gone to talk to the professor of the subject he had been a teaching assistant for the previous semester to resolve some issues. Upon arriving at the office door, he found you talking to the professor, saying you had some questions and needed help to finalize the final project for the subject.

“Unfortunately, I can’t help you because I need to make a short trip to take care of some personal matters.” That’s when the professor noticed someone at the door, directed his gaze to Johnny and asked him to come in. “But it seems you’re in luck. I think you know Johnny. He was my TA last term, and I think he can help you.”

“Really?!” You said, quite excited and hopeful.

“I can help, we just need to figure out some days and times that work, so I can also study for the final exams.”

“Perfect. Are you free after classes tomorrow?”

And so, you arranged to meet in the library the next day for Johnny to help you with the project. He was already waiting for you and it didn’t take long for you to arrive, a bit flustered trying to balance your notebook and notes in your hands, which made Johnny chuckle.

“Sorry for the delay, but the professor wouldn’t stop talking.”

“It’s fine, I just got here.”

After organizing your things on the table and turning on the notebook, you started asking questions and sharing some ideas you were considering for the project. Johnny proved to be very helpful, definitely more than you expected. After some time in the library, you left together heading to the exit, when Johnny offered you a ride since he had a car and saw you were heading to the bus stop. Initially, you tried to refuse but ended up accepting with the condition that you would stop at a coffee shop near your house.

Once there, you placed your orders, which you insisted on paying for, and began talking about various topics, like the similarities of being only children, your tattoos and their meanings, the reasons for choosing that major, and so on. You were discovering more about each other's lives when suddenly Johnny heard someone call his name and recognized his mother’s voice.

“My dear! It’s so good to see you here.”

“You too, mom. What are you doing here?”

“I came to buy some things for your cousin’s wedding and decided to stop for a coffee.” She then looked at you with a very friendly smile. You stood up to greet Johnny’s mother.

“Mom, this is…”

“Don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend?!”

You were about to say you were just a university colleague when Johnny interrupted.

“Yes. My girlfriend.”

Confusion was written all over your face. While being pulled into a hug by Johnny’s mother, you looked at him, seeking an explanation, he just whispered, “I’ll explain later, but please help me.”

“I can’t believe Johnny is finally dating and with such a beautiful woman like you.”

“Ah, thank you…”

“I’m leaving now. It was a pleasure meeting you, dear. And I look forward to seeing you at the wedding.”

“Of course, mom.” Johnny hugged you by the shoulders, startling you a bit. “We’ll definitely be there.”

After saying goodbye to Johnny’s mom with fake smiles, you pulled away from him and demanded an explanation.

“Long story short: I lied to my mom saying I had a girlfriend and she wants me to bring her to my cousin’s wedding. I hadn’t said who it was yet and I was going to talk to you about it before, but then my mom showed up and all this happened. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

“And you think this will work?”

Johnny held your hand and kept his gaze on your eyes. That gave you butterflies, something you didn’t understand why it was happening.

“They say desperate times call for desperate measures. Will you help me?”

You took a deep breath and said, bringing a smile to the man in front of you, “You helped me, so… we have a wedding to go to.”

-

Since you had only a few days before the wedding, your meetings became more frequent, both inside and outside the university. Johnny helped you finish the project, which you presented impeccably and you also studied together for exams, each for your respective subjects, keeping each other company, thus forming a friendship between you.

Already on vacation and on the eve of the wedding, some final details were decided: the wedding and the reception would be in a neighboring town, so Johnny asked you to bring comfortable clothes for the trip and you created a story about your relationship in case anyone asked (you studied at the same university, Johnny always saw you in the corridors and fell in love with you, asked you out, and you had been dating for 2 months).

On Saturday morning, the day of the wedding, Johnny was already at your doorstep, waiting by the car and laughed when he saw you walking towards him with curlers in your hair, holding the dress and a small suitcase.

“Why are you like that?” Johnny laughed as he helped you put your things in the car.

“To speed things up, of course. We would be late if I did this at the hotel and I hate being late. And this isn’t the way to greet your ‘girlfriend’ on a saturday morning.”

“You're right. Good morning, my dear.” Johnny said, putting his hands on your waist and then laughing at the face you made. So, you decided to be as affectionate as he was. Standing on tiptoe, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving him very surprised.

“Good morning, honey. Now let’s go, the road is long.”

That little kiss, innocent as it was, significantly affected Johnny, who took a while to process everything and got into the car.

A little over two hours later, you were at the hotel, and since you were returning the same day, Johnny only booked one room for you to get ready for the wedding. You checked in, ate something, and started preparing. You had already showered and were now doing your makeup. Johnny was in the shower but soon came out, complaining that he couldn’t put on the tie.

“I have no idea how to do this, I think I’ll go without it.”

“Calm down, Johnny, I’ll–” You stopped talking when you saw him with wet, messy hair, the first four buttons of his shirt open, giving a glimpse of his chest, and pants perfectly fitted to his body. Even like that, you thought Johnny was the most attractive man in the world and didn’t want to imagine how he would look when fully ready. You approached him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your blushing face, started buttoning his shirt and tied his tie perfectly. Unlike you, who was very “focused,” Johnny looked at every detail of your face, how your eyelashes were long, how your eyes were mesmerizing, how your lips seemed so soft that he wanted to kiss you right there, but he was snapped out of his trance when you patted his shoulder.

“How do you know how to tie ties?”

“I had to wear one for an event and watched some tutorials online.” You said, smiling. “I’ll add the final touches to my makeup and put on the dress.”

It didn’t take long for Johnny to get ready, so he waited for you until he heard, “Johnny, can you help me?” from the bathroom. He entered the room, seeing you struggling to zip up the dress, and quickly positioned himself behind you. This was your moment to hold your breath at his proximity as he slowly zipped up the dress. You felt your arm hair stand up when his breath touched your neck and when his hands touched your waist. You looked at each other in the mirror, and a smile appeared on your lips.

“So, how do I look?”

Johnny, even nervous, tried to talk to you more casually. “You’re so beautiful we might end up going from a fake relationship to a fake marriage.” He laughed at what he said, knowing he was trying to give you confidence. Johnny turned you to face him and said in a more serious tone, giving you goosebumps for the second time that day, “But seriously, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

Arriving at the wedding venue, Johnny extended his hand to help you out of the car. You held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, after all, you had to appear as a couple from the moment you stepped into the wedding. You started to get nervous about it, but when you looked into Johnny’s eyes, you felt calmer. As the wedding was about to start, you only waved to Johnny’s parents, who were radiant with the fact that their son was “dating.” The wedding proceeded wonderfully. Mark, Johnny’s cousin, and his bride were happy, and from a distance, it was clear they truly loved each other. His speech made most people cry, including you, which Johnny noticed. In an unthinkable act, he wiped your tears and held your hand, caressing it afterward. You were startled for a second but then gave a subtle smile.

After the ceremony, there was the reception, where you had to really act like a couple. Johnny’s parents greeted you right away. His mother kept talking about how beautiful you were as a couple, made for each other, while his father said he was delighted to see that you made Johnny very happy. A few minutes later, your “mother-in-law” took you to meet Johnny’s aunts, leaving him alone with his father.

“I’m so happy for you, son. It’s clear how happy this girl makes you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Just by looking at you, it’s obvious you’re head over heels for her.”

Johnny didn’t respond to his father, unsure of what to say. He just looked at where you were, cheerfully chatting with his aunts, fitting in like family. Your eyes crinkled as you smiled, your contagious laugh making him smile unconsciously. You noticed his gaze, smiled genuinely, as if to say everything was fine, and it was then Johnny realized he was actually falling for his fake girlfriend.

The party continued. You had already had a lot of fun with Johnny's aunts, talked to the newlyweds and even danced a bit. Now you were sitting next to Johnny, just waiting for the right time to head back to the hotel, after all, the weather was turning and you would need to hit the road before it started raining. That’s when the bride announced that it was time for the much-anticipated bouquet toss. You weren’t planning to join the others, but your “mother-in-law” pulled you in, you gave Johnny a look pleading for help, but he just gave you a "can't do anything" expression.

There you were, in the middle of some women, trying to give polite smiles but clearly not wanting to be in that situation. Then, you heard the bride’s voice saying that the next one to catch the bouquet would have to get married and soon started the countdown.

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And by the irony of fate, the bouquet came your way and you caught it before it hit your face. Your wide-eyed expression made Johnny laugh as he rushed towards you. He was about to speak when his very excited mother arrived, saying:

“I knew that bouquet was yours! Now I want a photo of you two.”

You approached Johnny and whispered for only him to hear: “You two are the same, love taking photos of everything!” In the days you spent more time together, you discovered that photography was one of Johnny’s passions and that he was incredible at it.

When you saw Johnny’s mother positioning the phone for a picture of the two of you, you felt Johnny’s hand on your waist, pulling you closer and you felt a kind of warmth there. You posed for the photo, but you didn’t look like a couple. That’s when Johnny’s mother, quite cleverly, said, “Son, kiss your girlfriend!”

Johnny’s eyes widened. Now what? He couldn’t make you do anything like that. He couldn’t keep up this act. He was about to tell his mother the whole truth when he felt your hand on the back of his neck. There was a brief exchange of looks and you said, “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t have time to respond as your lips on his prevented him from doing so. It would be cliché to say that “it seemed like everything around had disappeared and only you two were there,” but that’s what was really happening. The gentle touch you gave to the back of Johnny’s neck with the hand not holding the bouquet was reciprocated by the way he held your waist. Johnny knew he was in trouble but didn’t want to think about it at that moment. For him, it was like a dream, but he was “awakened” when you pulled away, only to see the man in front of you with his eyes closed. You couldn’t help but smile when he opened his eyes and you ended up wiping the gloss that had stayed on his lips.

After a while, you decided to return to the hotel and, just as you arrived, a heavy rain started.

“It’s like we predicted this would happen,” said Johnny. He asked you to go to the room to start organizing your things while he settled a few things at the reception. The time you spent alone in the room was enough for you to think about everything that had happened, how much you loved being near Johnny, how welcomed you felt by his family, how nervous you got when you had to pretend to be his girlfriend and how much you loved that kiss. But, did he feel anything for you? Did he feel something with that kiss?

Some time later, Johnny returned to the room, and he didn’t look very happy. “The rain is getting worse and some trees have fallen on the road, so we’ll have to spend the night here.”

“Oh, that’s fine then.”

“You don’t mind us sharing the room?”

“Of course not, John, it’s okay. I’ll sleep on that little sofa and you can take the bed,” you said, pointing to the small sofa in the corner of the room.

“Are you crazy? I’ll sleep on the sofa and YOU can have the bed.”

“I think you’re the crazy one. Look at your size and the size of the sofa.” You were right. The sofa was too small for him, so you thought of a simple solution that made you nervous. “If you don’t mind, we can share the bed.” Johnny looked at you as if to say, “Are you sure about this?” You understood his expression completely and said, “It’s fine. We’ll put some pillows in the middle and it’ll be perfect. The bed is huge.”

After showering, Johnny was arranging the bed while you were combing your hair.

“Did you enjoy the wedding?”

“What? So much! Seriously, Johnny, your family is so lively and funny. I talked for ages with your mom and aunts.”

“I noticed. You even danced with them. You spent more time with them than with your boyfriend.”

“What’s up with that? You should have pulled me to dance.”

“Oh really?”

Then, Johnny picked up his phone and selected a song, specifically “More Than Words” by Extreme and, in a very exaggerated manner, extended his hand to invite you to dance with him in the middle of the hotel room. You couldn’t help but smile, which he noticed, and took his hand, accepting the invitation. The dance continued, Johnny made some exaggerated moves, leading you along with him. With each twirl he made you do, your laughter increased. It was amazing how, even in such a short time, you felt light and happy around Johnny, as he didn’t have to make any effort to make you smile, he just was… himself. The “exaggerated dance” went on for a few more minutes until Johnny lifted you and spun around, but ended up tripping and falling onto the bed, taking you with him. Despite the scare, you both laughed at the situation. But the smiles faded as you realized how close your faces were. You had been this close before, after all, you had kissed earlier, but it was all part of a “show”, now you were alone. Your mouths were almost meeting when Johnny’s phone rang, bringing you back to reality for the second time that day. You got off Johnny and went straight to the bathroom to catch your breath. Meanwhile, Johnny answered the call, discovering it was his mother, just asking if everything was alright.

When you left the bathroom, Johnny was already lying on his side of the bed, ready to sleep, and you did the same, wishing him a good night.

-

Although Johnny’s mind was racing because of everything that had happened the day before and because of the new feelings in his heart, he had a great night’s sleep, except he felt some weight on him. Because of the sun rays entering through the curtain gaps, he slowly opened his eyes and realized that the “weight” was your leg over his, your head using his arm as a pillow and your arms hugging him like he was a giant teddy bear. Johnny noticed that the pillow barrier you had made to divide the bed had fallen and now you were in that situation. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw your squished face, sleeping so peacefully and comfortably in his arms. As much as he wanted to stay there, he had to get out of bed. He tried to do it in a way that wouldn’t wake you, but it didn’t work, and your eyes started to open.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Is this pillow comfortable?”

“Good morning, sort of, it’s just a bit hard…” The next second, you realized you were clinging to him and jumped out of bed. “OH MY GOD, JOHNNY, I’M SORRY! You must have slept all crooked because of me. How embarrassing!” You said while running your hands over your face, while Johnny, still in bed, just laughed at your “panic.”

-

As the days went by, you exchanged messages with trivial updates about what was happening in your lives. With each message you received, you could feel your heart beat faster just thinking it was from Johnny. All your friends knew when you were talking to him because you always had a silly smile on your face, like a lovesick teenager. Missing him so much, you decided to ask him out and he accepted right away.

You arrived in front of the chosen place: a homemade food restaurant where you had once worked and were still friends with Joe, the elderly owner. A few minutes later, Johnny arrived and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, especially because of the sunflower-patterned dress you were wearing. He didn’t miss the chance to joke, “Is that dress in my honor?” knowing that he had a sunflower tattooed on his forearm.

Upon entering the restaurant, you took Johnny’s hand to introduce him to the owner.

“Mr. Joe, it’s been so long!”

“Hi, my dear, I’ve missed you.” With a friendly smile, he turned his attention to Johnny. “Did you come to introduce me to your boyfriend?”

Lately, you two were so often mistaken for a couple that Johnny didn’t mind what was said but couldn’t help but feel sad when you stated that you were just friends.

“I see, well, enjoy the evening and maybe things will change tonight.” The elderly man shook Johnny’s hand, winking at him. Was it that obvious that he was in love with you?

You took the lead, followed by Johnny, who found it strange that you were heading somewhere other than where the customers were eating. He was about to ask where you were going when he was surprised as you reached the restaurant’s terrace. It was a rarely used place but very well-decorated and had an incredible view at night.

“Wow, this place is amazing!”

“I think so too. It was one of my favorite spots. I used to stay here during my breaks and sometimes came here to study or just think about life. The owner doesn’t use it much, but I asked a friend who still works here to set it up, just in case I brought someone here.

“And do you often bring people here?”

“To be honest, you’re the first person I’ve brought here.” Johnny gave a restrained smile, feeling special for some reason.

After placing your orders, you talked about various things. It was incredible how you always had so much to talk about. Then, a cold breeze passed, making you shiver and complain about wearing a dress and forgetting your jacket. Within seconds, Johnny promptly got up, took off his jacket and put it on your shoulders, making you momentarily forget how to breathe due to his sudden closeness.

When he returned to his seat, Johnny found it odd that you started laughing for apparently no reason.

“Please don’t get me wrong, I just think it’s amazing how you can sometimes be so sweet despite being so...” You gestured to indicate his height.

“Tall? Handsome? Hot? No need to be at a loss for words to describe me. They say that’s my charm: being sweet to balance out the fact that I’m extremely attractive” Johnny said in a charming tone and you decided to play along.

“For sure, and very modest too.”

After dinner and more conversation, you suggested to Johnny that you go to an ice cream shop near your place.

“What? But weren’t you cold?”

“No cold can make me refuse a good ice cream.”

And that’s how you ended up on your street, heading to your building with your ice creams, you looking like a happy child finally eating your favorite dessert and Johnny laughing at everything you said.

“Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye,” you said, but deep down you didn’t want the night to end.

“The night was amazing. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“Oh! Before I forget.” You said while taking off the jacket and handing it back to Johnny. “I swear I’ll bring mine next time.”

“So, there will be a next time?” Johnny said provocatively while putting on his jacket. You pretended to be thoughtful for a second and replied, “Maybe… Wait a second.”

You stepped closer to Johnny to adjust his jacket collar, bringing you just inches apart. Your eyes locked, but this time in a more intense way. You could admire Johnny’s beautiful honey-colored eyes while he examined every detail of your face, which looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. You made a move to pull away, but Johnny placed his hands on your waist, preventing you from leaving. Your gaze dropped to his mouth as he said, “You’ve already kissed me once, what are you waiting for to do it again?”

“Now it’s your turn to take the initiative. Kiss me, John.”

Closing the minimal gap between you, Johnny kissed you. Unlike the first time, you felt the intensity of this kiss, and when Johnny’s tongue touched yours, you could swear you would explode with happiness, so much so that it made you smile in the middle of the kiss, causing Johnny to pull away, laughing. “Are you that happy to kiss me?”

“Of course. Because now we’re really kissing.” You kissed Johnny again, unable to believe he felt something for you too. “Hm, does this mean we’re really dating now?”

“Hmm, let’s see.” Johnny made a mock thoughtful face and listed what had already happened between you two. “I’ve introduced you to my family, we went to a wedding as a couple, we slept together… so I guess we are dating.”

“Good.” You threw yourself into Johnny’s arms, standing on tiptoe. “I won’t have to pretend anymore for your family because next week I’m going to play golf with your mom and your aunts.” You said, giving him a peck.

“YOU WHAT?”

“That’s right, I’m going to spend some quality time with my mother-in-law and show her that I’m the best girlfriend her son could have.”

Johnny’s laughter made you smile even more, he couldn’t believe how quickly you had won over his mother. He hugged you tighter, lifting you off the ground.

“Get inside before I end up kissing you all night, girlfriend.”

“There’s nothing stopping you from doing that, boyfriend.”

You both smiled and kissed once more, savoring the moment that was more real than ever.

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What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty 😍 leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

[zinya]

How brothers would react to an MC with bad grades ?

Because we've all had bad grades one day and we all deserve to be comforted.

Lucifer:

Being one of the students in the exchange program he will look at your grades very closely , he may even be aware of your grade before you do.

If it's just one bad grade he will lecture you and probably ban you from certain activities so that you work more (You can say goodbye to video game nights with Levi)

If it's several bad grades he will start asking you questions about what you don't understand and will give you lessons.

Of course, if it's grades that start to weigh on your morale, once your homework is finished, you're welcome to his room to relax.

"I believe in you, don't be discouraged, my love"

Mammon

welcome to the club

If it's a bad grade in math don't worry, The Great Mammon can help you.

Don't be discouraged human, he also has bad grades and lives very well

If he sees that you are depressed because of your grades he will suggest that you go out somewhere with him to take your mind off things. Do you prefer to go shopping or maybe go party somewhere?

If you don't want to go out then he will take you into his room and watch a movie in his arms while he comforts you and cuddle with you

Leviathan

I am convinced that he will show you anime with heroes at school to remotivate you "Hey I have a new anime called "I have bad grades and then everything changed the day I made friends"

If you don't want to, you can always watch TSL with him

But don't get me wrong he will encourage you to work too but he will come get you to take a break if it's been a long time

I don't know if devildom has computer science, but in any case if it's this subject that you're struggling with, he can help you.

Satan

Literally become your personal teacher after all, all his knowledge is yours.

Will lend you textbooks and workbooks

He will always encourage you to do your best

Like mammon he will also offer to go out and clear your mind: Do you want to buy new books? Go drink something at the cat cafe? Maybe the park?

Will read books to you or recite lessons at night in his room when you sleep together

Asmodeus

Positive affirmations

Are you discouraged? Has your self-confidence taken a hit? Spend 10 minutes with him and none of this will happen

"Honey don't cry your pretty skin and your beautiful eyes will suffer "

Will ask you to go shopping with him and you will receive 2 or 3 gifts so he can see you smile

He will help you with the charms lessons (TP too perhaps XD)

You will have the right to take a bath in his bathroom with his products to relax

Beelzebub

Will give you food to comfort you

Would like to help you with potions classes but we all know how it will end

Will give you hugs to comfort you and take you to exercise (if you want of course) to clear your mind

If you decide to study more he will come see you like Levi to take breaks and he will often bring you water or snacks

He will cheer you to death like you do during his matches

Maybe give you a kind of lucky charm to bring you luck for the next exams

Belphegor

Cuddle time

Since it concerns you, he will listen to you talk, like Asmo, about what is wrong

Then he will take you to the top of the Attic to sleep and relax with him

When you revise he comes and sleeps in your bed to keep you company

If you can't sleep because of stress you know where his room is , just kidding, he's already next to you in your bed, can't you see him?

(I don't know who drew this but it's so beautiful.) Anyway, I wrote that instead of studying my exam for tomorrow haha 😅🥲

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language and sometimes I don't understand your abbreviations or expressions🤣

Tell me if you want the others

And don't forget that the most important thing is to do all you can and to be proud of yourself.

Have a Good day 💋

[immediatebreakfast]

Gotta love how the locals ALL react to Jonathan. They see him head to the wolf's jaws, one who is known for his taste for youth and go "oh that's a baby... I must give up my OWN good luck charm for this kid!"

Jonathan's whole beginning is such innocence facing its first big experience. Very first step out of the hearth.

It also juxtaposes with Jack, Quincey and Arthur, who are experienced men who have had many adventures overseas already!

Jonathan being a child in the eyes of the locals is something that has been discussed a lot, but I still feel for them. Because in a way, Jonathan is still a child, he is away from home, fresh from exams and with a fiancee, to have his first job in the field.

So the locals see this young man who doesn't even speak their language, but is polite, and has the kind of freshness that only inexperienced young people have in his eyes. They don't think much of it until he tells them (in broken german) where exactly he is going. Then, after Jonathan's revelation what the locals only see is a walking corpse, or worse another young soul trapped for eternity.

What the inkeepeer's wife sees is a lonely mother in a candle lit home, waiting and waiting for any kind of news of her son, looking at the window for hours so she doesn't miss the arrival of that young man she raised, and sent to a foreing land.

What the locals see is another victim. It seems that horrible being lost the fascination for the taste of their young (or has already devoured so many), and now he is bringing more innocent young people to his cursed tomb of a castle.

So they try, and try to keep that young man away, but he is a stubborn english man (it's his first job he can't mess it up).

They see the determination of his eyes (or desesperation and confusion), and let him go.

Maybe if they give him some protections he can put the clues together, and survive (it's impossible). Maybe if the coachman goes faster than that devil he can make the young man wait for tomorrow.

Compare Jonathan to these charming men, older than him, who had already seen so much more. The three of them have the kind of "mindset" that Jonathan lacks when it comes to danger. However, I think that even with all of their experience, none of them would have survived what Jonathan has been through in the course of these days.

I know it sounds unbelievable, or even cruel. Still, based on their characters, and the kind of masculine archetype that each of them represent, would Arthur, Quincey and Jack see through Dracula? Absolutely they aren't fools. Would they survive the kind of game that Dracula has been playing with Jonathan? I don't think so.

[bringsexybackk]

I spent the day inside sort of just hanging out. Didn't feel like doing too much today and sometimes that scares me. I wanna stay busy and be active and do physical activities but I get scared?? Scared to find my area and my place here because I feel like I am just not a part of this puzzle. I walk into the store and feel people staring at me and can even hear their thoughts. It scares me, I miss being looked at as "normal" but I also like being a wake up call for people to realize that not everyone is cookie cutter in this fucking town. BRING BACK PERSONALIZATION!! FUCK THE STANDARDS OF THE MALE GAZE!

That is partly why I chose this song and the other reason is because..BOYS! I know I don't talk about them often but Bella's new bae/crush has been refreshing. I haven't been able to really find any men here that are gentler and just calm--like friends in New York. He and I talked about sexuality for a bit and he told me he's bisexual and he just made me feel heard. He's so sweet and BEAUTIFUL SPECIMEN (he's the one posted on my story right now) but I just appreciated our time together and I hope we can be good friends. I love talking about sexuality and all the facets of it--it is so interesting to me because there's guidelines but also not at the same time.

I never want to miss another one of these again it made me feel genuinely upset so I won't do that. I will give us grace cuz we were busy BUT we musn’t make that a norm.

See you tomorrow! Also wish me luck on the math exam I am procrastinating studying for :3

[shion-yu]

Hold Him While You Can

Cliff gets the flu and Elliot insists on being there for him. Inspired in part by this song by Stephen Sanchez. My piece for my final (yay!) @hurtcomfort-bingo space "Asphyxiation" and my @badthingshappenbingo space "Asthma Attack." Original work, 3,523 words. TWs: trauma r/t parental abuse 

Cliff's managed to go eighteen years of his life without ever getting the flu, but his freshman year at NYU is when his luck runs out. He wakes up on the first of December with a headache and more tired than usual but doesn't think too much of it. Finals week is approaching quickly and Cliff's been studying with the intention of getting no less than perfect grades on all of his exams. He doesn't pay attention to nearly anything besides studying, other than his boyfriend Elliot.

Cliff doesn't call Elliot his boyfriend out loud, although Elliot calls Cliff that and Cliff knows that's what they are. They go on dates every weekend, usually multiple times per weekend, using Cliff's parents' annual memberships to various theaters to attend every play, opera and performance that interests Elliot. Elliot knows so much about this world - of course he does, he's a theater major - but he's never had the money to actually attend these shows in person; Cliff had the money but none of the interest. He finds he loves them now, though. The performers aren't just a bunch of mentally ill college drop-outs playing make believe on stage, like Cliff's father once said. They're artists and they tell stories that really touch Cliff in ways he never expected. More than anything, though, he loves exploring every corner of the city with Elliot and going out to eat at tiny hole in the wall places where they order random things off the menu because they can't read whatever language they're in. He loves how Elliot speaks passionately about every show and comes up with his own analyses of each work. Most of all, he loves the look on Elliot's face as he watches them and afterwards when he thanks Cliff for bringing him. 

They're "friends," but friends don't look at each other like they do... Do they? Friends don't sleep in the same bed whenever Cliff's roommate spends the night elsewhere. And friends don't usually kiss the shit out of each other, desperate and all-consuming. 

It troubles Cliff. He never really wanted to kiss anybody until Elliot, but now he can't stop. Elliot's lips are so full and soft. Cliff loves his taste, even though he'd always thought the idea of kissing was gross before. Elliot's so beautiful - men had never looked beautiful before, either. Cliff thinks if he could choose to spend the rest of his life with just one person, he'd choose Elliot in a heartbeat. The problem is he lives in a world with everybody else, including his parents, and it'll never just be them. 

Elliot's so patient though. He doesn't push Cliff to be out like he is, or to label their relationship as something more than Cliff's ready to voice. Cliff knows he can't wait forever - he sees Elliot's face fall a bit more each time Cliff introduces him as just a friend - but he's waiting for now and Cliff will take it for as long as he's allowed to. 

Thinking about Elliot is what gets Cliff through the day when he's having trouble. For example, the thought of the play they're supposed to go see tomorrow night pushes Cliff through classes this Friday even though he's feeling increasingly off as each hour passes. He's shivery and his body aches like he went on a long run yesterday, but he didn't. By noon his head is aching and by the end of his afternoon class he feels absolutely awful. He drags himself back to his dorm and flops onto bed face first with a groan. At least his roommate's gone for the weekend with his girlfriend, that's a silver lining. He just needs to rest, he thinks to himself. He'll feel better in the morning.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cliff doesn't feel better in the morning. In fact he feels ten times worse, like he's been hit by a truck. He wakes up around three in the morning with wicked chills and shakes in his bed for hours before he can fall asleep again. He knows he's sick, but he's not used to anything like this. Usually he'd just push through and let Elliot pick him up for lunch as they'd planned anyways. That's what he'd always done in high school: drag himself to class and work through the illness. At worst he'd ended up taking naps in the nurse's office, but he never wanted to end up sick at home. It was too lonely there.

He has every intention of pushing through the pain again today, but he finds he's so dizzy that he can barely make it to the bathroom. Not only that, but he can't go a few seconds without coughing. It feels like something is gripping his lungs inside his chest and squeezing and it hurts. He doesn't want Elliot to see him like this, so he sends a text that takes several tries to compose before it makes sense. The tiny letters on his Blackberry are hard to use when his fingers are so shaky. 

'Have to cancel today. Sorry.'

Cliff receives several text messages back from Elliot right away.

'Aww you sure?'

'Wait why?'

'You OK?'

Cliff doesn't answer. He can't think of a good excuse and he's too tired to keep his eyes open any longer. He vaguely realizes he's thirsty, but he has no energy to get water. So instead, he falls asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Bang bang bang!

Cliff groans and tries to ignore the loud noise. He just wants to sleep, doesn't anybody respect that around here? He thinks maybe if he just stays still it'll stop, or at least he'll fall back asleep.

But it doesn't stop, and then he hears a voice that he recognizes. "Cliff? Are you there?"

It's Elliot. Cliff's heart sinks. Elliot can't see him like this, absolutely not. Not when he's such a mess. "Go away," he croaks out, but speaking makes him cough. He sounds like shit. 

"Cliff! Open up before I go get the RA!"

Why is he so damn persistent? Cliff doesn't want the RA to get involved though so forces himself to get up. He wobbles the few steps to the door, shivering as his bare feet hit the cold linoleum floor, and opens it. 

"Why would you do that?" He rasps, leaning on the door frame as he glares at Elliot in defeat.

A very indignant looking Elliot stands in front of him with one hand on his hip, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. "Because you're clearly dying, duh."

"Not dying." The string of harsh, deep coughs that comes straight from Cliff's lungs does him no favors. 

"Uh huh. Let's get you back in bed," Elliot says. He ushers Cliff back onto his twin mattress and covers him with the duvet. Cliff shivers miserably. Great, now he's sick and humiliated. "Do you have a first aid kit or a thermometer?" Elliot asks him hopefully. 

"No," Cliff says. Of course not, what does Elliot think he is, a nurse? "I'm fine E. You should go back to your room." He doesn't want Elliot to catch this.

Elliot frowns. "You don't want me here?"

It's not that, Cliff thinks. As much as he doesn't like the idea of Elliot seeing him like this, he��does want him here. He wants Elliot to hold him like he did after that time they got chilled to the bone walking home in the rain and hugged in bed until they felt warm again. But that's selfish, and he's positive Elliot's only here because he feels bad or something, not because he wants to be. He probably just came to see what was up with Cliff ditching him and is now looking for any excuse to get out of the biohazard zone. 

"I'm fine," Cliff says. "Just a cold or something."

He's startled when Elliot slaps his hand to Cliff's cheek. Cliff can't help but moan at Elliot's cool palm against his burning skin. "Yikes. A cold doesn't usually feel that that," Elliot says briskly. "Just let me take care of you, alright?"

Cliff blinks in shock. "Take care of me? Why would you do that?"

Elliot looks at him strangely. "You know, coz we're... Together. It's what boyfriends do."

Cliff feels the strange pain in his stomach that he always feels when Elliot says that word. He swallows, which causes his to realize how raw and swollen his throat feels. "What if you get sick?" Cliff asks weakly. But Elliot knows he's got him. All he needs to say is the word 'boyfriends' and Cliff's lost his resolve. 

"I've got a good immune system," Elliot says confidently. "Besides, I don't think you should be alone right now."

Cliff feels his eyes suddenly get teary and he jams them shut so that Elliot can't see. No one's ever wanted to be around him when he was sick before. His parents thought every illness was just a pain in the ass and the most caretaking he can remember his mom doing is shoving a bottle of cough syrup and a packet of antibiotics through the door at him. His dad's a doctor, but he's never even home (though Cliff supposes he's the one who probably writes the scripts for said antibiotics). The general concensus among all of them was stay in your room and don't bother anyone or spread whatever it is to anybody else. End of. 

"I'm going to grab my first aid kit from my room, I'll be right back," Elliot says. His dorm is only in the next building over so it takes all of five minutes to go back and forth between their rooms, four if they run. Cliff nods and hears his door shut before he opens his eyes to wipe them dry. Elliot's shoved a sock in the door so that he can get back in without Cliff having to get up. Just another little considerate thing that comes to Elliot naturally, yet he's stuck with Cliff of all people, who has the emotional maturity of a middle schooler. Cliff doesn't know why Elliot sticks around really, but he's going to soak up every second of it until it ends.

Elliot's back in the blink of an eye with a large plastic box with a big red cross on the front. "I'm back." He catches Cliff oggling the first aid kit and laughs awkwardly. "Mom's a nurse. She wanted me to be well stocked," he explains. He opens it up on Cliff's desk and pulls out a thermometer. He takes the cap off and hands it to Cliff expectantly. Cliff stares at it awkwardly. It feels embarrassingly self indulgent. "Go on," Elliot says, so Cliff puts it under his tongue and waits, cheeks now burning with embarrassment as well as fever.

Elliot digs through the first aid kit and finds a bottle of Tylenol, then nabs a bottle of water from under Cliff's bed where he knows Cliff stashes them. The thermometer beeps; Cliff hands it to Elliot awkwardly, unsure what the flashing 102.5 on the tiny screen means. 

Apparently nothing good, because Elliot frowns and looks concerned. "Have you taken anything for this?" He asks worriedly. He seems unsurprised when Cliff shakes his head no. He taps out two Tylenol and holds them out to Cliff with the bottle of water.

Cliff takes the water bottle and tries to open it, but his fingers are shaky and clumsy and he drops the cap. The full bottle leaks water all over his arm and onto his bed. He cringes, but Elliot doesn't berate him for making a mess. Cliff swallows the Tylenol and feels them pass painfully through his sore throat. 

"You should feel better in a bit," Elliot says, but he looks like he's not so sure anymore. He appears to have an idea and dashes to the bathroom momentarily, returning with a dampened washcloth. He presses it to Cliff's forehead. Cliff shivers at first, but soon it feels good. 

Cliff's breathing is labored. He's not sure how he got so sick so fast but he hopes Elliot's right, that he feels better quickly. He looks up at Elliot hovering at his bedside and tentatively grips Elliot's sleeve. Elliot looks down in surprise. "Want me to hold you?" Cliff nods. Elliot smiles and climbs into bed without another word. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cliff wakes up with violent chills and a sharp pain in his head. His jaw is taut as his teeth chatter loudly against each other. Elliot's holding him, shushing him. "Shh, it's gonna be okay," he hears Elliot say. "Take a deep breath Cliff, come on."

Cliff tries to, but it produces a hallow sucking in noise deep in his chest. He feels like he can't breathe. He tries to cough, but it's too weak to produce anything. Panic grips him when it feels like no air is coming in.

"C-can't," he gasps. He can't control his shaking and he grabs onto Elliot's shirt, scared. 

Elliot leans over and turns on Cliff's bedside lamp. He tries to help Cliff sit up so that maybe his can take a deeper breath and rubs his upper arms. Cliff keeps gulping down mouthfuls of air that doesn't seem to reach his lungs. There's no way to hide the involuntary tears that roll down his cheeks this time. "Try and take a deep breath Cliff," Elliot instructs him. Cliff shakes his head. He can't. "You can do it - yes you can, Cliff. Try again. In through your nose… that’s it. Good job. Slow down. It's okay..."

It takes several cycles of Elliot's guidance between spasms of coughing where Cliff can't follow Elliot's instructions to breathe even if he tries, but eventually he starts feeling slightly less like he might pass out from lack of oxygen. He's dizzy and Elliot eases him back onto his pillows, wiping the sweat from his brow and drool from the corner of his mouth. Cliff shivers and greedily appreciates every breath he doesn't have to fight for anymore. This has never happened to him before and he closes his eyes as he tries to recover from the attack.

Elliot takes Cliff's temperature again and can't hold back the little gasp that comes out when he sees the number. "Shit, this is really high. Maybe I should call an ambulance." 

Cliff desperately grups onto Elliot's arm and he shakes his head desperately. "Don't," he begs. It's difficult to speak after what just happened, but he forces the words out anyways. "I can't go to the hospital. My dad - my dad works there."

Elliot looks totally confused, but he doesn't ask questions right at this moment. "You have a 104 fever, I don't think I can handle this with a little Tylenol." 

Cliff lets out a tiny sob, which shocks Elliot because he's never seen Cliff actually cry before. "He'll hit me if I embarrass him," Cliff whimpers deliriously. The fever and exhaustion of what just happened is making him reveal what he never would normally. "I can't, don't be mad at me, please, don't hit me." Elliot's heart breaks. He wipes Cliff's hot tears away and kisses his forehead.

"Okay, no hospital," Elliot says against his better judgment. "Let's go to student health in the morning. But we need to get your fever down now. Do you think you can take a cold shower?" Cliff shakes his head no. There's no way he can get all the way down the hall to the shared bathrooms and stand upright for that long without passing out. Elliot grimaces, but he's not surprised. "Okay. Stay here. I'm gonna go get ice and some cold cloths and hope for the best. If it doesn't work we really do need to get you help tonight though." 

Elliot forces three Tylenol into Cliff and then dashes to the shared kitchen to grab ice and wet every washcloth Cliff owns. His own hands are trembling with anxiety; he's never seen someone else sick like this before and he really wants to bring Cliff to the hospital, but he'll do his best to respect Cliff's wishes... For now. He swipes at a few tears of his own that escape down his cheeks and hurries back to Cliff's dorm. "Excuse me," he says, and pulls Cliff's shirt off. He's never seen Cliff shirtless before so covers him up quickly with the sheets. Then he places ice on Cliff's neck, armpits and groin, and the wet towels everywhere else. Cliff groans in pain, his shivering so bad that his feet drum in an inconsistent rythym against the wall. He tries to tear away from all of if but Elliot holds him down. "I know," he soothes Cliff. "Just for a few minutes, you're just too hot right now."

The whistling sound that still accompanies Cliff's desperate breaths are noisy and impossible to ignore. Elliot thinks he recognizes it as wheezing. "Cliff, do you have asthma?" He asks.

"Used to," Cliff says after several seconds. The way he’s slurring his words scares the shit out of Elliot. 

"Do you have an inhaler?" Elliot asks. Cliff shakes his head no. Elliot grimaces and Googles 'asthma treatments without inhaler.' He ends up making Cliff sit up as high in the bed as possible and making some hot tea. It's the best he can do right now. Cliff doesn't want to sit up, too cold and achy to get comfortable in an upright position. So Elliot slides behind him and holds him so that he can sleep but doesn’t have to work to keep himself sitting.

When Elliot checks Cliff's temperature again, it's down to 103.3 so Elliot decides they can wait for the clinic to open at 8 am. He helps Cliff drink his tea and sets an alarm to wake up at 7:30 so they can get to the clinic the second it opens. By the early morning hours neither of them have slept much and Cliff's wheezing has only gotten worse. Morning couldn't have come fast enough and Elliot was second guessing his decision to let Cliff wait until now, but it's too late for that now. Elliot bundles Cliff up in several layers and leads him downstairs to the lobby. Cliff is woozy and out of it. Elliot sits him on the bench at the door to wait while he catches a taxi.

Cliff seems barely conscious on the drive there. Elliot holds him close, repeating “You’re okay,” as much as for himself as for Cliff. Cliff’s quiet other than the tight coughing that leaves him breathless. Elliot feels bad for the taxi driver and tips him extra for whatever plague Cliff gifted him with on the short trip to the student health center. For the first time since he found Cliff like this he considers his own health again, but it’s too late and there’s no way in hell he’d leave Cliff all alone like this.

At the health center, Cliff’s temperature is 103.5 and the nurse practitioner immediately sets him up with a nebulizer treatment. She asks if Cliff’s been drinking enough water; Elliot answers he’s been trying, but it doesn’t seem like enough. She inserts an IV and runs a liter of fluids for Cliff, saying it should help with his fever. 

Cliff clearly does not like being assessed or touched. He clings to Elliot even though there's someone else around and flinches every time anyone else makes physical contact with him. He answers questions robotically and barely above a whisper, mostly just repeating "Yes ma'am" over and over. When they insert the IV, he gets so pale and clammy that Elliot thinks he's going to pass out. He distracts Cliff by talking about the show they were supposed to go to see yesterday. Cliff doesn't respond, but Elliot knows he's listening - at least to Elliot's voice if not the words - because he's clutching onto Elliot's hand so hard that Elliot's fingers go numb.

In the end, Cliff's diagnosed with the flu and an asthma exacerbation. "Did you get the flu shot?" The nurse asks Cliff. When Cliff shakes his head no she tells him it's especially important for people with asthma to stay up to date on these sorts of things, simply prompting another quiet "Yes ma'am." Cliff gets steroids, an antiviral and an inhaler to take home, and then they're free to go. Elliot thinks Cliff looks just as miserable as when they came in, but at least his fever's down and it no longer sounds like he's breathing through a straw. He's greatful he got his own flu shot ahead of time. 

Elliot drags Cliff back to his dorm room and tucks him back into bed. Cliff whimpers in pain and Elliot gives him his meds. "There you go Cliffy, you're gonna feel better soon," he croons, brushing Cliff's sweaty red hair off his forehead. "You did so good."

"I didn't do anything," Cliff says dully, hiding under the covers and avoiding eye contact. "And now you probably think I'm crazy." 

"What? Why would I think you're crazy?" Elliot asks, genuinely confused.

"...Coz of that stuff I said about my dad," Cliff says, so quietly that Elliot almost doesn't catch it. His heart clenches in pity and he pulls the covers down to reveal Cliff's ashamed face. Cliff closes his eyes and looks like he's waiting for Elliot to say something terrible to him.

"Cliff," Elliot says gently, but firmly. "Of course I don't think you're crazy. I think it's messed up, but because it sounds like your dad sucks, not because of you." 

Cliff's face relaxes a little, but he still looks upset. "It's stupid," he says. "I'm eighteen. I shouldn't be scared of... Of that anymore."

Elliot touches Cliff's shoulder. Cliff flinches but doesn't pull away. Elliot rubs his arm gently. "It's okay to be scared of whatever you're scared of," Elliot says softly. "But I promise I'll never hit you. Do you know that?"

Cliff opens his eyes and looks at Elliot. He looks so young and so damaged sometimes, it makes Elliot's heart hurt. "Promise?" He asks in a very small voice.

Elliot swallows. "I promise, no matter what. Even if we fight, or you're sick, or we're driving each other crazy because we have very different tastes in movies." The corner of Cliff's lips twitch in an almost-smile. "I will never put my hands on you to hurt you, I promise. Okay?"

"Okay," Cliff says. Elliot can tell he's trying not to cry, so he kisses Cliff's forehead and lays down next to him. He hugs Cliff and cuddles his boyfriend's overly warm body. He means every word he said. He'd never hurt Cliff on purpose, and anyone who has done so was wrong. 

"Rest now," Elliot says softly. "You'll feel loads better when you wake up." He listens to Cliff's shallow, uneven breathing. Slowly it becomes more natural and eventually turns into congested snores. Elliot smiles and continues to hold Cliff even though Elliot can tell he's asleep now. He'll hold Cliff for as long as he can.

[theladyofdeath]

Sooo currently it's exam period in my country at my uni. Which means I need a lot of motivation, something I lack atm. I use my time wisely catching up on fics instead of studying. So I kindly ask you for some motivation, preferably in the form of Elorcan. Preferably them also needing motivation or stress release. I mean I don't really have a preference as long you like writing a little Elorcan. With maybe Elide still studying for her last exam and Lorcan coming home from work and helping her out or something? Idk? I'm bad at prompts? I know it's not summerish but it's sunny outside and hot and I have to study? So that also summerish? Anyways enjoy your free time and have a wonderful day!!

I am always here for fluffy Elorcan! Good luck on exams! x

Everything on Elide's screen had gone blurry. She'd been staring at it for so long that nothing made sense and letters officially were beginning to look like ancient symbols that had yet to be discovered. She knew that she needed a break, but her last exam of the semester was in fifteen hours and if she wanted to get any sleep tonight, there was no room for breaks.

Even if she desperately wanted one.

Just as she threw her head back with a groan, the front door opened and Lorcan trudged inside. With one look at his fiance, he lifted a brow. "How long has it been since you last moved?"

Elide didn't even know. "An hour...maybe five."

He snorted as he kicked off his shoes and walked across the living room to where she sat on the couch, her laptop on her blanket-covered lap. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly. At the touch of his lips, the tension faded from Elide's body.

"Hi."

"Hi," she whispered, and kissed him again. "How was your day?"

"Better than yours, it seems," he mumbled, plopping down on the couch beside her. "You look stressed."

"I am." She had been stressed all week, it was nothing new. Tomorrow was her last final, the final final she would ever take as a student. After tomorrow, she would be finished, and in the matter of a couple of weeks, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth with a degree in psychology.

"Why don't you take a break?"

"There's no time for a break."

He blinked, surely thinking that answer was ridiculous but Elide didn't care. This was important to her. "Okay, well, can I do anything for you? Help you study? Bring you wine? Strip tease?"

"You were a horrible student, so I can't say that your help in studying is very tempting," Elide chuckled. "The wine and your nudity, however, are pretty tempting, but both are too distracting for my current state of mind."

Lorcan clicked his tongue and sighed. "How about I go pick up dinner and feed you while you cram, then?"

Elide swore she had never been more in love with him than in that moment. There was a little bistro across the street that had soup made by the gods, and in half an hour, Lorcan was back with a giant container of chicken barley soup that had Elide's mouth watering, and a couple of paninis.

She couldn't help but be distracted by Lorcan as he made his way into the kitchen and took out a couple of bowls and plates to fill them with food. He didn't even notice her watching him - he never seemed to - and Elide had always found that charming.

Five minutes later, the coffee table that Elide had been lovingly using as a footstool was covered in food and drinks - wine included, and even though Lorcan claimed both glasses of wine were for him, she knew better.

"You're trying to get me too tipsy to study," Elide muttered, keeping her laptop up and running while she ate.

"No, I'm not," Lorcan said, mouth full. "I'm just trying to give you enough to take the edge off. You're obviously stressed as hell, and if you won't take my cock for twenty minutes, I'm pouring you wine."

Elide lifted a brow. "Twenty minutes?"

Lorcan just narrowed his eyes and took another massive bite of his sandwich. After he swallowed, he said, "Fine. Fifteen."

Elide continued to stare at him.

Lorcan pursed his lips and took a sip of wine. "No need to be rude, damn."

Despite herself, Elide laughed, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Lorcan's lips twitched. He was always trying to make her smile, even when it didn't seem like it.

It was one of the many reasons that she so desperately wanted to marry him. He always made her smile, always made her laugh. It was a side of him that only she saw - well, she and his closest friends. Lorcan wasn't the warmest of men. In fact, he was rather broody, but for her...he made her whole world a hell of a light brighter.

While they ate, Lorcan kept quiet, but when he was done, he pulled Elide's feet onto his lap and rubbed them through her fluffy socks while she scrolled and read and reviewed her notes...and tried her best not to doze off.

She had no idea how much time had passed before his fingers grew weaker, then slowed, then stopped altogether. She glanced over at him and chuckled.

Her future husband had his head thrown back against the couch cushion and his mouth hanging open. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly.

"Lor."

Nothing, not even a twitch.

"Lor." She nudged his lap with her toes.

He shot up, his fingers resuming their rubbing. Elide laughed, quietly. "Go to bed. I'll be there soon."

"No, you won't," he said, running his hands up her shins. "You'll be here all night. Which isn't healthy, by the way. In fact, you should take breaks while studying or else the information won't fully stick in your brain. Trust me. Your brain needs time to process."

Elide rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I got my degree. I passed my exams. I know what I'm talking about," he defended. "At least take a few minutes. Take a shower. Or a bubble bath. Pee, for the gods' sake."

Elide groaned, closing her eyes, just now realizing how much they ached. "Alright. Fine. Ten minutes and not a second more."

She wanted to finish out her senior year strong and allowing herself to become distracted wouldn't help her do it. Even if she had been studying all day.

All fucking day.

The second Elide shut her laptop, she felt guilty. But, Lorcan was there, taking her hands into his and pulling her onto his lap.

She nuzzled into his shoulder and took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You know that I'm so proud of you, right?"

His voice was quiet, hardly more than a whisper. Elide leaned back. There was nothing but pure adoration and support in his eyes.

"I know," she said, and kissed him, softly. "Thank you."

He nodded and twisted a strand of her long, dark hair around his finger. "I know it hasn't been easy for you to get here, but you..." he shook his head and huffed a laugh. The genuine affection in his gaze had her tearing up. "You made it, El. No matter how tomorrow goes - and it's going to go great, because you've been studying your ass off - but, no matter how it goes, I hope you're proud of yourself. You're going to be a college graduate. Have a degree from one of the best universities in the country. That's amazing."

Elide nodded because she didn't trust herself to speak. She would be the first in her family to get a college education as far as she knew. Her parents died young, but her uncle, who she had lived with after their deaths, hadn't gone to college. No, he had just been a lazy, drunk asshole that Elide tried to ignore as much as possible until she turned eighteen and got the hell out of there.

"I love you," he said, once it was clear that she was getting nothing out. He kissed her forehead. "Pee. Take a quick shower." When she raised a brow, he held his hands up in surrender. "I promise to stay out and not try to steal your innocence."

There was no point in saying that he had "stolen" her innocence at least a million times.

Elide snorted.

"When you come back out, I'll have all this shit cleaned up and I'll let you study the night away."

There was no point in denying his wishes. She did have to pee horribly and knew that her hair needed a good washing. She did it quickly, though, and fifteen minutes later, she was walking back towards her spot on the couch.

Lorcan was in the kitchen, washing dishes, and although the coffee table had been cleared of their dinner, there was a newly filled glass of wine and a full glass of ice water sitting on the glass. She suppressed a smile, checked out Lorcan's ass while he dried a plate and put it in the cabinet, then snuggled back up on the couch to boot up her laptop, yet again.

Once Lorcan was done, he plopped back down on the couch. Elide's eyes left her screen and found his. "Not going to bed?"

Lorcan shook his head as he fought a yawn. "I'm here to keep you company and support you until your beautiful brain can't hold anymore information." He pulled her feet back onto his lap. "Study away. Let me know when you're ready for me to quiz you."

The fact that he was obviously exhausted and was too stubborn to leave her to study alone made her love him all the more. She was truly lucky to have found someone so...so....right. He was different from anyone she had ever known.

He was everything.

Soon, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth.

Then, she would be Lorcan Salvaterre's wife.

[ckmstudies]

July 18th:

The final day! I'll take my first ever CPA exam tomorrow morning at 9 am. I'll get my score back on this exam around August 8th but will begin studying for the next exam next Monday. I've spent today reviewing the simulated exam I took yesterday and then specific topics that needed just a bit more focus. I tried to center today on a bit of review and then also relaxing and enjoying my day. I'm not going to magically learn some giant topic the night before so just hitting the high points and keeping calm is the best thing I can do for me. And also going to bed early which is why this post is so much earlier than my normal posts haha. But after this exam I'm headed to the beach for the weekend with my best friend so there won't be daily(ish) posts while I'm gone. I will be bringing my textbook for my next exam and some reading books so I hope to have some studious beach pics to post when I get back. But first, taking the four hour long Audit portion of the CPA exam! Wish me luck!

Today's accounting topic: Stratified sampling is a technique of breaking the population down into subpopulations and applying different sample selection methods to the subpopulations. Stratified sampling is used to minimize the effects of variance within the overall populations. As variances increases, so does the required size of the sample (because of the extreme values). Stratification reduces this effect and generally results in a smaller sample size.

Other activity: I wen to the gym this morning, took my dog on two walks, took a nap with my cat (she was actually being sweet for once!), straightened my hair (look good feel good mentality; hoping for some extra confidence haha), did some deep cleaning, and watched some tv with my parents!

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

I'm kinda debating putting a RDR2 crossover out there, but I don't know if this is something that only works in the recesses of my brain or actually workable... it would defiantly be crack like no tomorrow and would not include the bots. Maybe? still figuring out details.

ehm, an actual fic would be a long ways off and I've been working on this sparingly on the side (OUAT and the next OT&T is actively being worked on, exam madness is over so I want to release one of them before Monday!) but I'm just kinda interested so see if there would be any interest in some gunslinger hijinks.

Soooooo

Ashlyn, Jack, Miko, and Raf are all transported to RDR2 via mission gone wrong/weird cave drawings/MC luck

Ashlyn figures out what happened pretty quickly (she should be getting a universe hoping punch card at this rate)

She does not realize that she isn't alone.

Cue one Ms Moore galavanting around the RDR map while the Kids stick around the Vander Linde gang and are Very Confused.

The Kids experience includes;

Jack being renamed "Big Jack" since Jack Marston complains that it's HIS name. Jack is just having a moment. He's pretty sure he was found and rescued by a cult.

Jack joins Charles on a hunting mission, only to find the previously missing Miko impersonating a bush and doing a surprisingly decent job seeking up on the deer. Miko goes on to join the gang with Jack. She keeps trying to sneak into robberies. Hosea always catches her, and she emerges from very comical locations.

Raf initially panics. Then finds himself at a poker table at a train station. Luck is is only a game of statistics and Raf knows numbers. Becomes the Poker King, the nervous face IS his poker face. Overtime he learns everbodies business. Nice side effect of being the only sober gambler in the state. And the youngest. Via this, he turns up at the camp one day. Swanson's like *surprised pikachu face* He hears rumors about a strange cryptid running around and is like "Yeah that checks out. It's Ashlyn."

Meanwhile Ashlyn Moore is;

Roaming the wilderness treasure hunting and gives Downes's house a gold bar. Just pops up in every other town doing side quests. Stories start spreading about the wild thing looking for the Hooch man.

Eventially captured by O'Driscolls. Probably for insulting their vests, refusing to pay a bridge toll, or making some very interesting insults about not being able to rob a potato. That camp doesn’t exist anymore.

At some point, Micah and Ashlyn meet- or fight as a first meeting. She bites. He was not expecting this. Says she must have rabies, this incurred further wrath. Ashlyn is brought to the camp by Micah, saying she’s an O'Driscoll (kids are absent for the time). The girl proceeds to call out every manipulative sentence and asks for a step-by-step torture breakdown.  Poor Kieran is getting flashbacks whenever she brings up gelding. Begins to creep everyone out when she keeps moving in the night. Still tied to a tree, but it’s a different tree.  Mentions scary camping statistics (how many bugs crawl into the ear). The hotel gains a lot of business suddenly.

Ashlyn finally meets Dutch and the look in her eyes makes the kids panic. Spiderman meme is done when Ashlyn realizes others also came with her.

Ashlyn plays poker. She does not know how to play poker, but she keeps winning. Everyone is convinced she’s either cheating or a poker master while Raf is calculating how some of these moves are possible. Arthur finds this hilarious when she asks what the discs mean. Micah’s brain stops working.

Pulls The Batman references via el rata, Javier loses his mind about the incorrect Spanish. So does Raf. Bonding ensures via trying to keep Ashlyn’s mouth shut.

At a certain point, Ashlyn would make eye contact with Dutch while dropping a gold bar in the donation box. Bonus points if he's in the middle of a moneh rant.

"Who'd ya rob for that, missy?"

"A police station."

She's not telling him its the burned out one down the road.

[cordidy]

Just a little OS i wrote based on the "Lucky Charms" theme for a discord server i'm on :) I don't like to use "MC" or "YN" so the character is named Deirdre and she is not the HL Mc, just a normal Hogwarts student.

TW : none, it's just cuteness

"What are you doing?" Deirdre jumped, surprised. She had been so focused on her search she had not heard Sebastian join her. The sun was setting, she did not have a lot of time left. "Searching for something," she answered, still focused on her task. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack but she had to find it. Sebastian came closer and started looking. He had no idea what he was looking for, but still. "And what are we searching for exactly?" He curiously asked. "A clover," Deirdre simply answered, getting on her knees to take a better look at the grass. Sebastian raised a suspicious eyebrow. "You are looking for a clover?" "Yep." "And you're having trouble finding one?" "Uh-huh" "In a...clover field?" Sebastian was known for being quite bright and quick but he had to admit, he was kind of lost right now. Deirdre got up, dusting her skirt before going to another patch of grass. "It's not just any clover, I need a 4-leaf one," she explained, and she had spent her last afternoon in Hogwarts looking for one, to no avail. "What do you need a 4-leaf clover for?" The young man asked, now intrigued. "Because it brings luck !" She answered him, almost annoyed he would ask such an obvious question.

The Slytherin looked at her, surprised. "Wait, are you trying to tell me that...grass can bring you luck?" In all the books he had read over the years, he had never heard something like that, even in the dustiest volumes of the Restricted Section. "Oh wait, is this one of your "Mugglery" again?" He added. It would make sense that Muggles and Wizards would have some differences in folklore, after all. Deirdre looked at him, confused. "Wait, you wizards don't believe in lucky charms?" She was back on her knees, searching. "Of course we do," the Slytherin answered, trying to not look at his friend's skirt moving with the wind, showing her calves. Over the 7 years they had known each other, he had seen how pretty she had become, coming from a small girl to a pretty young woman with long red hairs and freckles almost matching his. Of course he did not imagine himself courting his best friend, ever, especially now that they had graduated yet, he… remained a man...with eyes…and she was really pretty after all… "Unicorn hair for safe travel, golden foot mushrooms to bring wealth, these kinds of things” he recited to try and focus his mind on something else that wasn’t Deirdre crawling on all four. “But I did not know Muggles were into weed," he said with a little chuckle to tease her. "What do you even need luck for? The exams are over and you graduated with flying colors!" "I....I have a very important appointment tomorrow and I...I'll feel better with it that's all" she tried to brush it off in a casual tone. An important appointment? She had not told him anything about that and they shared...everything... "Wait, does it have something to do with you asking to stay at my place tonight ?" After the passing of his uncle and his sister a year later, Sebastian had inherited both Solomon's small home and his late parent's house in Hogsmeade.While he had started renting his uncle's house for some extra cash, he had planned to live in the family home although the thought of going back there on his own was painful. So, of course, when Deirdre asked if she could spend a couple of days with him, he had accepted right away, not even wondering about the reasons. In his mind, she just...did not have anywhere to go now that her parents had made it clear she was not welcome anymore since she was an adult and a witch. On the other hand, while the house was just a 2 bedroom place, Sebastian had plenty of room to share. "What big appointment?" He asked, looking at her a bit worriedly. It must have been quite something for her to keep it secret. "No....nothing important," she lied. He stopped searching for a clover and looked at her seriously. "Come on Deirdre, it's either an important appointment or nothing, can't be both" The young woman sighed before facing him, clearly uncomfortable. "I....I have a job...well, rather an apprenticeship interview" she said, looking away. "Really? Where?" The young man asked, now curious and rather excited. It was in Hogsmeade for sure, or at least in the region, which would explain the need for accommodation but there were several possibilities. "...der..." she muttered. "What?" "Ollivander!" She said louder, turning red as a tomato. Sebastian looked at her for a moment, clearly flabbergasted. "You're...Merlin, you're serious?!" "Yes..." Deirdre answered shyly before being smashed into a bear hug.

For the past 2 years Sebastian had played as a Beater in the Slytherin Quidditch team and had some issues realizing how strong he had become thanks to the hours of training. "Deirdre this....this is fucking awesome! Mr Ollivander never takes an apprentice and he chose you?! When?! How?!" "Not...not yet!" The young woman said, trying to wiggle her way out of her friend's embrace in vain. He was strong, but also quite heavy. “Re…remember when we had to bring your wand there to fix it?” “After Ominis sliced it in half…yeah…” it was still a hot topic, even two years after. “Well Mr Ollivander said…the wands in the shop…liked me?” Sebastian looked at her, puzzled. It was well known most wands had a mind of their own but…preferences? Feelings? That was new. “Like they wanted to see me around more often so…he offered a potential position to start as a baby wand maker” "So this is why you want your lucky grass? To pass the interview? You don't need that, you're a brilliant witch! The old Ollivander would be crazy not to train you!" Deirdre sighed. She knew she was a good student but this...this was a once in a lifetime chance. "I....I can't fail that interview, Seb. It's...it's my best opportunity so far...'' She looked desperate and ready to burst into tears from the pressure she was putting on her own shoulders. Sebastian took her hand, patting it gently."Sweetheart, you don't need a magic dandelion..." "Clover." "Clover to get that position." He got up, still holding her hand to help her up. "Look, how about we go to my home and you settle down and get your things ready for the interview while I prepare us a good dinner?" He suggested "Seb, no. You have quite the big day tomorrow, you need rest!" “Come on, it's just orientation day at St Mungos. They'll have us visit the place, give us some generic books to read before the classes start in September, nothing fancy” he said, pushing her gently back towards Hogsmeade by her shoulder "You, on the other hand, need calm, rest, and a good evening with an even better company to relax for your ‘not so big appointment’," he added with a smile. "Spending your night out looking for grass won't help, let me just take care of you tonight" Reluctantly, she followed him. As promised, the evening was exquisite, just like the food. She felt really relaxed after spending the evening talking about how she was planning on researching muggle's folklore to see if she might come up with new applications for wand crafting. “No wonder…how did you say it again? The wands like you? They’re probably into weed too,” he teased her as they were doing the dishes, earning a pinch in the stomach before Deirdre kissed Sebastian's cheek on her way to Anne's old room for a good night of sleep. When she woke up the next morning, Sebastian was already gone to Saint Mungo's but he had left her breakfast and a note on the kitchen table. You got this! Don't forget your lucky weed. See you tonight - S Deirdre let out a small chuckle when she saw, right next to his signature, a small 4-leaf clover

[kyxworld]

Hii bb

So ik whatever we "imagine" is just as real as what we seemingly call reality but it's how do you collapse the duality 😭 ok I'll give an example

So tomorrow is my exam that I haven't studied for but I just seemingly imagine me giving that exam and getting good grades rn but I still have to wake up tomorrow and give that exam?? 😭😭 Idk if I'm just being dumb or I don't get it I'll give another example so I'm aware of looking like Sydney Sweeney (I've no idea why I mentioned her specifically) and ik I'm literally her like period but when I try to take a picture and show it to my gang then I look like a pig 😔 should I just imagine taking pics and sending it to them but again their is no continuity of that specific thing

Also another thing I don't understand is what's the difference between being aware of the senses seeing something and just "imagining"

hi hi, how do you collapse the duality? you just do. like how do you pick up a book? you just do. when you know “imagination” = “reality” = illusory = “ ”

as i said, you’ll always end up with “ ”

you might not like what i say, go study 🧍🏻. bc see if you know, you’ll go good, then no worries. it’s your wish honestly, but you’re panicking i assume? which brings me to the point, would you be afraid if there’s no concept of failure? you’re aware of it all. you see, limitations, are placed by you only.

and the next part, baby you’re still misidentifying 🥹. you’re completely reliant on a pic you took? 🧍🏻‍♀️. what happened to you being god? and all that jazz? the moment you said you’re aware of looking like sydney sweeney? you are period

and the last part, ?? is my comprehension in english bad again or am i sleepy idk, but i’ll try to answer w the best of abilities.

seeing smth w the senses? illusory

imagination? illusory

everything is just “ ”

you create duality by making one real than the other, and put one on the pedestal.

lastly, it’s a method :/ like if you knew yourself really? you’d know, this really isn’t a method to have/ get what u want.

good luck to you!

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 11

"Time's up. The last one of each row, pick the tests and bring them."

"Finally," a deep sigh let my lungs as I finished writing the last answer to the last test, soon after, Yaoyorozu picked up my test and gave them all to Aizawa.

"Well, as you all know, past tomorrow (Friday) would be the practical test, don't fail it." My head rested on my desk when Aizawa got inside his sleeping bag.

"I'm so tired~" I whined to myself and I heard a 'tsk' behind me. "What?" I turned to look at Bakugou.

"Did you forget I was the one who got beat up six times yesterday?" He whispered harshly at me, and the memories of the pictures Mitsuki took made me blush and turn around quickly.

"You're right, sorry."

//////

At lunchtime, I heard the ginger-haired girl from 1B say something about fighting robots in the practical exam... that wasn't good for me, shit.

"Tsk... just my luck," I said to myself, and I noticed Bakugou looking at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Heh, good luck passing the exam, (L/n)." I scoffed at him and pushed him playfully.

"Shut up, asshole," I giggled and kept eating my lunch. My mind was racing, how could I pass the exam? I won't be going to the training camp!

Lunch was over, and it was time to go back to class.

//////

Once again, Bakugou dragged me to his house to fight. I was getting tired of this, but at the same time, I looked forward to it, and also my body started to get used to Bakugou's habits when he attacks, even if he changes them when I master how to defend myself or avoid it.

But this time was different, he changed his clothes, and gave me some too but sat down on his bed.

"Sit," at his words, my body moved on its own and sat down beside him. "I'm going to train you."

Blink... blink... blink blink.

"What?" That was the only thing I said. He groaned and turned on his tv.

"Turn it off." My (e/c) eyes were looking back and forth at him and the tv, I was about to stand up to just grab the control but he pushed me down to sit on his bed again. We made eye contact. "With your quirk, dumb fuck."

"But I can't stop machines... they don't have muscles, Bakugou!" I exclaimed at him while pointing at the tv. Spongebob was on it.

I wanna watch it.

"I don't care, you're gonna do it, you won't fail that fucking exam, you hear me? We all are going to go to that camp shit, now, turn it off." I sighed at his stubbornness, but I looked at the screen.

My mind tried to imagine the machine's metal components as a human body and thought of what would its "heart" be, but even if I attempted to, it just wouldn't turn off.

I sighed. "I can't." Bakugou stood up and extended his hand at me, "What?"

"Give me your phone," I was about to do so, but my mind flashed with a memory.

My wallpaper!

"Ah uh wait!" I stood up and ran to his bathroom, pressing my body against the door and frantically looked for a normal picture to set as wallpaper.

It ended up being a scenery of my favorite season, (summer/spring/autumn/winter). I released a relieved sigh... I've been sighing so much lately.

Slowly I opened the door and sneak a peek, "Shit!" Bakugou was right outside the door and scared the crap out of me. "Don't do that, Katsuki~" in my scared state I didn't realize I had called him by his name while I whined like a child. I walked out and handed him my phone.

"I-idiot..." Bakugou stuttered slightly... and didn't yell at me. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at him, his entire face was red.

"Do you have a fever? Are you okay? You need to lay down?" Frantically, my hands touched his face and neck feeling his temperature, and the red color on his face only darkened. "Bakugou, you need to rest, I'm gonna call Mitsuki I'm sure she'll-"

"I'm fine, dumbass!" He pushed me and I, thankfully, fell on his bed. Stunned I stared at him and how he was typing something on my phone.

After some minutes, the text ringtone went off and he smirked.

"You're staying here tonight." He threw my phone at me, and I barely grabbed it before it would fall and break.

But wait... I'm gonna stay here...?

I went to the messages and read the conversation Bakugou had with my mother.

;Hi ma'am, I'm Bakugou, (M/n)'s friend, I wanted to ask if he could stay here for tonight?

Mom;

Oh yes dear, (M/n) had told us about you. He can stay over, I don't mind.

Oh mom, why did you have to tell him that~? Now he won't stop bugging me.

"So..." Bakugou sat beside me and poked my side. "You talk about me to your family~?" I sighed and placed my phone on his nightstand.

"I told them about how annoying and angry you are," he growled and pushed me off his bed, which made me laugh.

So cute...

//////

"Guys, dinner is ready." Mitsuki knocked on the door and I felt relief, I'll have a break!

I stood up from Bakugou's bed and walked to the door, open it, and stepped out and towards the stairs to go down and to the dining room.

"We aren't finished, idiot," Bakugou said following me and my body slouched, a depressing aura surrounding me.

"Why?" I asked nobody in particular, not waiting for an answer, and entered the dining. Immediately, my eyes shined. "Food~" I sat down and Bakugou sat on my left, Mitsuki and Masaru brought the drinks and sat across from us.

"Thanks for the food."

//////

"No~ leave me alone~" I whined as Bakugou was pulling my arm to make me sit on his bed.

"You won't sleep until you make it, turn it off, now." He held me up to slightly and repeatedly slap my cheek to prevent me from falling asleep.

"Katsuki, stop it, I want to sleep~" he growls and makes me face him.

"You'll sleep on the floor then," with that, he pushed me off his bed and I grunted while turning for a bit, then huffed and closed my eyes.

"Fine, I'll stay down here." I could hear Bakugou yelling some cursing words and some disrespectful nicknames, but my mind was so goddamn tired, that I processed his anger as a lullaby, and I fell asleep in mere seconds.

[ethersierra]

hey can you describe the plot of the last two arcs of ethersea s1 to the best of your ability? I haven’t finished it and I want to listen to it in my head during the ap calc exam tomorrow

Well peter you are in a heap of luck because my answer comes to you like two or three months late! Hurray!!!!

Oh um and if you're my friend Siena, don't read this post!! Spoilers ahead!!!!

Okay. So. The menagerie. Following the shit that happened in cambrias call the crew have saved the city and yada yada they're heroes . They go back to the bluespan brokerage like hey we want a new mission and Ravi is like oh yeah I have this one or the biomass swarm which has been available since day one with Ballaster Kodira but keep running away from it I guess. And Justin is like I'll take the first option. Anyways they go to the conservatory where the curator is and he's like hey uh some of my animals got stolen

And they talk to the horse, well Zoox does I guess, and Devo follows one of the security sprites cause he doesn't fuckin trust it. And he does such a good performance check that he turns into a white cube or something. And they manage to not track it exactly but realized it's the same type as was in the abyssal auction. And they want to get in touch with this guy

So they are like ok the best way to do this is to talk to someone who we Know would know him. And they take a wine bottle to Aloysius supremes house and try to bribe him into telling them? Honestly no idea how that worked out for them. But it did.

And then they take their ship to where he told them to and dock and pretend to be fucking window inspectors or some bullshit of equal holding. And they infiltrate and they are like damn this is fancy and amber and Devo chill in the study but Zoox is like I need to soak :( and then amber like pulls some stunt maybe it's another bathroom break scenario and Devo dresses like a waitstaff to blend in. He goes to the docks and talks to tolliver maybe who he learns runs the place? Which is called crescendo. And amber finds the place the auroch is stored and goes into it and she has to fight some dude cause they're trying to hunt the animals. And she saved the auroch but then it started talking and oh what it has griffins face ok that's weird . And they get it on the ship or some bullshit and then Zoox bombs the place and kills everyone inside and damages the Coriolis a little bit but it's mostly fine. Idfk what their deal is.gonna be real I remember menagerie the least. There was an undersea encounter somewhere there and I think it may have been blinksharks telling Zoox about the four arm woman person who hang in the sky and boil sea? And he's like yeah ok. Also it may have been the ghost ship? Or a mermaid?

Then they get back to founders wake and another ship is like uh permission to board and KODIRA!!! shows up and she's like... Devo I'm im so sorry. The hand of guidance is dead

‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥

So they go to the Parrish and investigate and Kodira's like look this is kind of illegal but I'm gonna let you all do whatever you have to to investigate. And they're like she didn't kill herself someone made her do this and then they go to the schoolhouse and talk to seldom and idk what came of that cause I forgot.

They decide it's probably orlene and he's been weird so they are gonna go after him and they're like hey let's bring Kodira also urchin has a friend now but it's not important. Along the way they come across some minefield or something and aaa blinkshark maybe? The important part is the statue that is at the bottom of the ocean. Amber swims down to it and when she touches it she has a vision where she is like on land and Koda is about to step on her but he is smiling. And then her astral arms are way more powerful and the statue glows green.

Kodira blinks them back and is like wtf happened and amber is like check it pretty swag huh? And Kodira's like. I gotta process

And then after a day they reach this big dome made of bleached coral. And they have to fight the last of the blinksharks which they end up killing. And they go into the dome and fight a coral dragon. But amber hears fighting downstairs from Kodira so she's like!!!! I gotta help! An she sees that there's just been.. a.. slaughter. Kodira is standing in the middle of just a field of slain bleached coral bodies. And a red eye on her forehead is glowing. Koda starts talking to amber about how magic destroyed world's yada yada join him to stop it from destroying the next or shit idfk he sees ambers green arms and is like you have such a power you don't know you possess. And then fights her for it

Kodira has six red astral arms out and amber manages to grapple her into a bear hug from behind and hold them down. And Koda is like wow she... Really.. . Doesn't want me to fight you. And they fight more and she eventually is like fine I'll join you if everyone gets to leave safe. And Kodira's mouth is bleeding and she gets some blood on one of the empty portal attempts and uh it activates.

Upstairs, Zoox and Devo defeat the coral dragon and face orlene. They learn that he wants to go back in time and be with his family. He has a bunch of portals formed from the coral which is what he was using drynarr to do . They talk, fight, etc. Zoox is separated from his body and becomes the coral tower, after a chat w finneas in his mind palace . Orlene dies. Devo looks into the portal of the past, and says the words he knows so well,

"when kingdoms fall the sea provides a home for all beneath the tides... and bring your families"

And then he returns downstairs where koda-kodira and amber have been fighting. And amber is like hey Devo come look at this and she's like, I just wanted you to see it once (I'm not cryi--). And then goes back to fighting Koda and she's like actually if you want magic gone you're gonna have to come get it and dashes for the portal and leaps into it shouting kela sai guppies momma's home! And Kodira jumps in after her and holds herself up with these red arms and grabs onto amber but then amber turns on the vapour suit, snapping at Kodira's arm, and they both fall into the new world and the portal shuts behind them.

Devo and Zoox go home. He wants to see seldom but goes to the schoolhouse to find only beck, saying seldom took his ship and went away. Devo becomes the new head of the Parrish and he turns it into a school. Zoox is made th defender of the city and has a giant mech body. He builds a coral statue of amber. They go out in their freetime to try and find Amber.

But uh funny thing is, Devo has a headache. It started back on their way home. And then he sees a visage of a man in front of him, the one he knows as tolliver. And tolliver is like yeah man u made two different timelines when u did that shit. And Devo is like oh yeah well I'm your brother Damien cern and tollivers like oh yeah well I'm kind of a personification of magic at the moment so.. and then we see timeline b in the world that got devos version of the call. He is at the Parrish still and guidance is alive. He is happy, maybe, and teaches kids about benevolence. But without his help on their first mission, amber and Zoox died.

Back in uh timeline a as we are now calling it. The main ethersea timeline. Devo is going through his stuff and finds a book from orlene with a handwritten note that says "great oraters seldom whisper." And everyone is like OHHH SHIT SELDOMS A SPY

And we go up. Up up up to a city in the sky. And we are inside a cell. Where we see Seldom. And a man approaches him. It's benevolence.

And Devo vows that he is going to kill god.

Meanwhile in the other world amber and Kodira are giant and theres blinksharks in the water and they're like fuck what's up and then Koda is dead as hell and they're basically gods and they goof and fall in love and then sun sets the end

Anyways hope your calc exam went well the results are probably in by now xoxo (for dramatic effect) DBSKFJKSKFJDKD