#most of the best stuff comes from the 'other side'

[yanmuffins]

asks 2.

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here are some more asks i'm replying to in a bulk about phineas and ferb reader!!

my favorite part in dc. vs vampires is when reader comes together with damian and damian to build a silly machine that un-vampifies people in like half a day so they can defeat the vampire king. it is canon.

@amethystjellyfish

perry really is reader's number #1 stan. they're his family, reader's had him since he was a small platypus baby!

he does his best to keep reader safe, which is why he doesn't like the batfam much. he keeps it professional on the rare occasions they go on missions together, but that's it. he hates how dismissive of reader they are in the beginning, and he hates them later on when they star showering them with attention because they found out about their inventions.

not tired, anon! i love seeing people enjoy my concepts and interact with them!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

and i'm sure this has happened. more than once, actually. the power of coincidence is strong with reader. the life-saving laser beam comes from a situation involving reader's latest machine they built and tested with the help of jon.

unfortunately, one of his lasers richochets on the machine during testing, not only causing it to save batfamily's life, caught in a dangerous situation in a completely different location, but also destroys the machine so there's nothing to link it to reader.

ah, well. they'll just have to keep looking.

reader, seeing them run past her: oh! there's perry :)

i love how we have established tim is terrified of this platypus. nevermind the other pets in the manor, it's the platypus with its googly eyes that drives him insane. they don't get it, he got up to drink water at 3 a.m. and the thing was just there, looking at him. menacingly.

jason would though. meanwhile, perry is wishing he could just go back to metropolis. he didn't have to deal with reader's siblings in metropolis. he doesn't get enough hazard pay for this.

hm... good question!

i like to think that, much like with phineas and ferb, luck is on reader's side most of the time, so i don't see reader getting injured by their own inventions.

but, let's suppose they do: it's a nice sunday afternoon, the batfam has decided to gather around the living room and hang out, watch a movie, lots of popcorn and soda. they don't have to think about criminals or fighting, tim and damian are bickering, jason is around, peace reigns the manor.

until they hear an explosion. they run to the garage only to find reader on the floor, unconscious, bleeding, and an assortment of destroyed metal components to a machine they can't decipher. damian doesn't even feel good about reader finally being busted.

later, when reader is back home, awake and out of risk but with a bandage around their head and their leg in a cast, they're in for the biggest (and probably first) scolding of their entire lives. reader tries to play it off. it wasn't that big of a deal, they're fine, aren't they? and they're genuinely optimistic about it. but the entire family is talking over each other at first, until bruce signals for everyone to shut up and leave the room. he has a very serious talk with reader, and makes it very clear they're not to come near a toolbox ever again.

but he understands. it's partly his fault for not being attentive. he won't make that mistake again.

ofc reader is really upset. dick comes next, then stephanie, then cass, then duke, then barbara and they all try to convince reader in a much more amiable tone that hey, it's fine. who needs to do all that whacky stuff to have fun? just hang out with us. they can get another hobby, and this time they can make it a family thing! how's that sound? not fun? don't be like that... they're sure reader will come around.

tim is pretty much the only one who congratulates them for being awesome pulling all those stunts, one per day, it's impressive. but now it's time to step back a bit. who knows? try being careful and bruce will let you work with a welding tool again. one day. maybe.

damian and jason's reactions are more similar to bruce's. in other circumstances, damian is on reader's side and helps them sneak around to continue their shenanigans, but in the case of reader getting hurt he just wants them to not do that. any of that. ever again. and jason has to hold himself back not to snap and ask them what the hell were they thinking?! they could have died! he ends up just telling them to quit it. they're just a kid who shouldn't be messing around with that sort of stuff.

anon, i wouldn't go as far as say he'd use venom against them, but he's bit batfam before. as stated, he does not dig their vibe at all!

anon, that's a great idea! though i think p&f! reader is much too motivated by the creative process and experience that their inventions bring more than just willing them to come to life.

they have the power to create whatever they want, but what's the fun of it? what about hte process? the building? the friends they make along the way? the memories? i think reader would find the ring awesome at first, but the novelty would wear of in less than a week.

anon...

because i dig the idea of reader being friends with dipper and mabel. reader talks about their crazy inventions, and loves hearing about all the cryptids they came across during vacation.

reader invites the twins to the manor, they share their most recent summer memories. reader talks about that one time they built and drove a massive monster truck with their brother damian, but jason only comes into the room in time to hear about dipper and mable talk about the weirdmaggedon. he has several question marks around his head. aren't those kids a a little too old to be making shit up? or maybe... no, there's no way. or is there? no... he would have heard about this... but weirder things have happened. but what if...

@randomlyappearingartist

you are so right. to be honest, i don't even think the batfam would even know of his existence, since he's pretty much a very minor villain acting in metropolis. after perry joins the league, or in the rare occasion of dr. doof teaming up with another minor gotham villian like condiment man, is when they get to know he exists.

and since perry seems to have him under control, they don't even acknowledge the guy.

i love love love this sm!

they assume it's just flash mobs. it's got to be. flash mobs with really weird themes, like an entire musical number dedicated to the squirrels in damian's pants. that was strange. bruce patrolling in the middle of the night and this new crime lord just burst into a song with a band and hired back dancers, because it's apparently a new trend a minor villain in metropolis started.

and what about that one time dick took damian (and reader) to the library and some guy just started singing about how he doesn't have rhythm? and damian just started playing a trumpet? and reader started singing? i mean, it was a bop and he started dancing, but it was weird anyway.

but now i'm thinking of damian and reader singing the "summer" song together (he sings the "it's noticeably warmer" and that's it) though! wholesome.

@lazyandannoyng

not annoying at all! you're good ⸜(˙꒳​˙ )

i have this little idea in my head that reader doesn't take the wayne name when find out bruce is their dad and move to gotham, and bruce is pretty secretive about this new kid of his for purely privacy and safety reasons. so when reader does their networking, it's often not obvious they're a wayne. not sure if this will make it into the fic, but it really resonates with this concept!

it's also funny to think that a lot of people don't even know reader and the waynes are related. even if they do know reader is related to the batfam, nobody really talks about them by name (just "your sibling"), and all of those little details like never asking about where the gloves came from (because why would he) or the misunderstandings where one party means one thing and the other assumes it's another (dick has many siblings! too many!) just end up helping reader not get caught. and i just think that's neat.

[lovscb97]

synopsis: nerd!chan headcannons. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

tags: nerd!chan x cheerleader!fem!reader, fluff, meet cute, nerd!chan being in love, mentions of alcohol and drinking, kissing, nerd!chan being an inexperienced cutie, etc

wc: 1.48k

add. notes: while you guys wait for nerd!chan pt. 2 as i need to complete writing it and cannot really Do that w/ my current busy schedule (im nearing the end of first sem so i have lots of assignments #sad), i thought i’d treat u guys to some headcannons about him in the nerd!chan universe :3 enjoy!

pt. 1 / pt. 2 (coming soon!)

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#one. meeting you for the first time

chan has always been a shy kid. he doesn’t stray from his introverted bubble of close friends that he’s either grown up with or gotten to know through extra-curriculars, nor does he ever participate in social activities like parties the way most people in his university do. it’s his firm belief that he has no means to engage in stuff that will, in his words, lower his intelligence and distract him from his studies. he’s perfectly content remaining the way he is; a social outcast (according to changbin at least), because at the least in that sense he’s gaining something from not wallowing in alcohol every other night.

you, on the other hand, are actively always taking part in gatherings as such, having fun with your cheer girls and drinking to drown out the bitter reality of life (although you’d never admit that out loud). it’s your firm belief that college is for letting loose and having fun before entering the corporate world, and what better way to do that than to grind against strangers and throw away all your responsibilities for a night (or ten)? you don’t have too much regard for your studies, but you do have a strong policy on your social life.

it’s because of these reasons that in terms of both hierarchy and hobbies, you and chan couldn’t be any more different. you’re two sides of two separate coins, and if you were to swap lifestyles, you’re sure neither of your friends would recognise you both. what he likes, you loathe, and what you like, he loathes. so why did you do mesh so well? why did you two even begin this charade? 

and how in the everloving fuck did chan even get to know you in the first place? 

it all started before the first day of the first semester. orientation was about to finish right around the corner, and everyone was obviously buzzing with excitement on commencing their first term in university. one guy made the mistake of mentioning throwing a party at some nearby club, and it quickly spread to the entire group of first year students. naturally, it spread to you and your friend group, and it also just happened to spread to the small circle of chan’s best friends, who dragged his ass to the party the day of despite his incessant complaining that he wanted nothing to do with what was happening.

that was, until he saw you.

you’d had one too many shots to drink, stumbling into the balcony after having been separated from your friends and coincidentally landing up where chan just so happened to be admiring the scenery. he’d caught you in his arms as you lost your footing, heart racing and ears reddening at the sound of your drunk giggles. “i bet you’re a ladies man.” you’d teased him, raising a finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, which only made him stutter even more. 

your friends eventually did come to find you and take you back with them, barely even batting an eye at chan who tried to make sure you were being cared for properly as his pleas and tips on handling a hangover the next day fell upon deaf ears. and when jisung and changbin came up to find him, he was completely out of it, stuck in a daze as he repeated all the random information about yourself that you’d rambled to him in his head. he’d pressed a single hand to his chest whilst ignoring his friend’s questions about what the hell he was doing, instead focusing on the feeling the rapid rhythmic beating of his heart under his palm.

it was that night, that chan's love for the moon transcended to his love for you.

#two. kissing you for the first time

chan is just as much of a nerd as they come in every cliche. 

when he met you, when he got to know you, and when he first began whatever twisted relationship he currently has with you, he was completely inexperienced. he knew next to nothing about pleasing a girl that wasn’t acquired from his knowledge of scouring the internet, and he also knew next to nothing about the world of pleasure he was in for. when you’d first leaned in to initiate a kiss, he’d merely pushed you away gently, gasping over his words as he tried to explain to you how new this was all to him.

but you didn’t mind. you didn’t mind that he’d never even gotten close to holding a girl’s hand unless he counted his elementary school crush, and you didn’t mind that he barely knew what to do with you. you didn’t mind that you had to teach him the ropes of everything (mostly because it fed into your corruption kink), and you didn’t mind it even when you had to reassure him you weren’t going to judge him as you got him to relax before leaning in once more.

and when your lips had touched his for the first time, chan swore he felt sparks fly. you were soft, and sweet, and real. instead of being a mere figment of his imagination or the skin of the back of his hand, your presence was electrifying. the way your mouth had moved against his, the way you’d let out a soft sigh at the feeling of it pressing back into him, and the way you’d pulled away and flashed him the prettiest smile he’d ever damn seen in his life before, it was all so dizzying. 

“you’re a pretty good kisser.” you’d winked at him afterwards, and he felt himself flush under your gaze which only made you double over in laughter. you’d even leaned in once more to plant another soft kiss on his lips before motioning for him to continue with whatever demand and supply topic he was teaching you about. chan didn’t give a fuck about that anymore though, the only thought on his mind the entirety of the rest of your study session how to get better at kissing you, and when he could look forward to doing it the next time.

#three. what he likes about you

if anyone asked chan what he likes about you, he’d be at a complete loss for words. not because there’s nothing he can come up with beyond superficial reasons, but because there’s too much that he has to say and isn’t sure of where to actually start.

chan isn’t even sure when he fell for you in the first place. yes, when he first met you that fated night on the balcony at that premature freshmen party he caught feelings for you, but those feelings snowballed and grew into something much larger as the days went on. each night was filled with replaying your conversation (although he barely spoke out of his shock upon seeing you) and wondering what it would be like to be in your presence once more. it got to the point that his friends began asking him why he was spacing out so much during classes and staring at one specific section of the lecture hall, but he didn’t have the courage to admit it was because of you sitting there. 

to simply put it, chan likes everything and nothing about you. he likes the fact that you’re nobody like he’s ever met before, you have a fire to yourself that nobody comes close to claiming, but you laugh sweet enough to extinguish that flame at the same time. something about you draws him in, tantalising and captivating in nature but all too consuming to the point he can’t get you out of his brain no matter how hard he tries. the time you came up to him to ask if he’d help you with tutoring, his mind almost short circuited because holy shit, were you actually talking to him in real life instead of the made up interactions he plays out with you before going to sleep? and you knew his name and who he was on top of that? it was too good of a dream to be true.

that’s precisely why chan can’t let go of you now. even if it hurts him, even if it’s painstakingly hard to be hidden from the public eye whilst being together with you, he doesn’t want to let go of you. because letting go of you entails that he’s giving up on his aspirations of being with you, and chan is nothing next to a quitter. he’ll have you in any way he can, even if that means not abiding by his friends’ requests to just let you go and being kept in the dark by your lack of confrontation for your feelings.

at the end of the day, chan is head over heels for you, and that’s something that’ll never change. 

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

[01zfan]

part two: throwback | l. sh

music major!sohee x reader | 8.8k words

the party that takes place on the 14th of august at giselle's house in oud-zoid.

contains: making out, a little bit of hand stuff, other people are in the room sleeping. other idols mentioned for world building purposes

taglist: @http-yeonjun, @soheefleurs, @melobin, @naa-ri7, @antoncore, @jvngw0nlvr, @hcluvie, @seokiebin, @snowyseungs, @catawin, @soheecore, @byeonwooseokabs, @nakam00t, @area127, @bubbletaeq, @allyloops, @osakhee, @ikisswonbin, @sftsohee, @seungheartyou, @kingsoowolves, @gacktsa, @niinaspeaks, @katarinaablu, @kkumistars, @dearmyouth, @leeloostayhere, @huan9jun, @bingbonghyuck

Sohee was laying in his bed when Anton came in. The door slamming shut caused Sohee to pull the notification tab down on his phone. 9:56PM was incredibly too early for Anton to be home. Usually this time of day Anton would be pregaming at his friends house, or already be at some party. He heard Anton go into his room first, the sound of his door closing and the sound of him looking for something crossed through their shared walls. Things hit the ground with a dull thud and for a second Sohee was worried they were getting robbed. Sohee left the door unlocked after Anton forgot his keys one too many times, and knowing his luck their could be someone ransacking their home thinking no one was here. 

Sohee paused the show on his phone and sat up in his bed slightly. Right before panic was about to settle in and Sohee was about to launch fully into fight or flight mode, Anton spoke.

“Sohee!” Anton called through the wall. 

Anton drug out the last syllable of his name and said it too sweetly. Sohee knew that a favor was about to be the next thing to fall from his roommates lips. Maybe getting robbed would’ve been better than this. He was silent in his bed, not moving another inch. Maybe Anton would think he was at class, or not here. But as if Anton could see through their shared wall he spoke again.

“I know you hear meeeee.” He taunted.

“What Chanyoung?” Sohee spoke just loud enough for it to go through the wall. 

“Come with me to this party.” Sohee could practically see Anton pressed against his wall, ear to the plaster listening for Sohee’s response like a child. “It’s in a really fancy flat in Oud-Zoid.” He said.

Sohee knew about that place. That’s where the wealthy families and transfer students that came from money stayed. Anton had a chance to stay in housing in that area if Sohee remembered correctly. But no fancy housing or a party could take Sohee away from his bed. He shook his head first and went back to his phone.

“Not going.” Sohee said simply.

Sohee then heard more crashing, Anton’s door opening, and his roommates loud steps to his closed door. Sohee looked from his spot on the bed to the shut door. Once again he imagined Anton on the other side, waiting for the invitation to come in.

“It’s unlocked.”

Instantly, his door was open. Anton took one look at Sohee on his phone and groaned loudly. Sohee groaned back, and then Anton groaned again. Sohee didn’t know what to do about Anton sometimes. Sohee was used to being the defiant younger brother his whole life, and Anton was the responsible younger brother. He didn’t know what to do now that the roles were reversed, that Anton was the one teasing him and doing everything in his power to piss him off. Sohee found it even harder to use his hyung privilege on Anton. Authority felt weird on him, so most of the times there would be a standoff of who can be more childish.

Anton always won.

“You just spend everyday locked in this room in one of the best cities in the world.” Anton came in and sat on the edge of Sohee’s bed. He let out an annoyed sound as his body leaned towards Anton’s. “I thought you said that you wanted to go out more.” Anton said matter-of-factly.

After about ten more minutes of convincing, Sohee and Anton were heading towards a function in Oud-Zoid. Sohee followed behind Anton as he navigated the streets of Amsterdam, the twisting turns that the half-circle of a city made. Sohee kept his hands in his pockets, trying to let his roommate know he did not want to be doing this. They passed by too many groups of people already having fun that Sohee felt like he was sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Giselle is a creative.” Anton said.

Sohee hummed in acknowledgment as Anton let his steps slow down. When the two were side by side he looked to Sohee. 

“She’s really into themed parties or whatever. She went to Korea recently, and came back obsessed with Korean drinking games.” Anton emphasizes his point by spreading his hands out. 

His black heeled boots click against the stone walkway, Sohee’s worn tennis shoes make almost no noise at all. Their drastic difference in fashion almost makes Sohee laugh. The long black leather trenchcoat Anton wears is completely different than the light cotton jacket Sohee has on. Anton wears an all black ensemble, the shirt tucked into the pants with a belt while Sohee just put on jeans instead of the pants he wore to bed. 

Sohee lengthens his stride to keep up with Anton’s large steps. They make it in front of a large residential building. Anton looks around for the numbers on the door, Sohee assumes he’s looking for Giselle’s place.

“You’re only bringing me around to play drinking games?” Sohee asks annoyed.

“Of course.” Anton sounds distracted as he looks at his phone again before pivoting and walking in another direction. “Giselle likes the games, but she doesn’t really remember how to play them. Sungchan can’t explain things for shit. Wonbin will try to rig the games to win” He answers with a laugh.

Sohee’s head is spinning at all these names he doesn’t know. He settles deeper into his pockets, looking back the way they came. A thirty minute wander around the city would definitely lead him back home. Eventually.

“So I’m here to show a bunch of people how to play drinking games?” Sohee asks.

“Yes.” Anton walks partially around the building before heading walking up to the door. Sohee doesn’t see the number as he knocks and rings the doorbell. “And you’re gonna have fun.” Anton says.

The buzzer sounds off and Anton opens the door. He leaves it open enough for Sohee to come through. they take off their shoes at the bottom of the stairs, the same place where Sohee counts ten or eleven other pairs that line the walls. They all look like a different size, and the sound coming from upstairs sounds like it’s a party indeed. 

He’s already exhausted.

“How long are we staying here?” Sohee asks.

He looks up from kicking his shoes off to add to the pile to find Anton already looking up the stairs. He follows Anton’s line of sight to see you standing at the top, beer bottle in your hand as you stare down at them.

“As long as you want.” You have to speak over the sound of people cheering and groaning. Sohee sees you look past Anton to settle on him. “Who’s your friend, Anton?” You ask.

Sohee ducks his head and already feels embarrassed. He didn’t know he could be heard, he didn’t know someone was already here. Less than a minute inside and he’s already made the situation awkward. He prays you aren’t the host and he prays that you aren’t the host. 

“This is Sohee.” 

Anton looks behind him, and Sohee looks at his smile turned tight lipped as he silently tells Sohee to introduce himself.

“Anton talks about you so much.” Anton starts walking up the stairs and Sohee follows. “I’m surprised you’re here.” You say.

Sohee is embarrassed again at the thought of Anton mentioning him like a proud Mom. He knew that he made regular appearances on Anton’s social media, he didn’t know that he was also talking about him in real life too. But you look at Sohee like you know him personally, and he still isn’t sure if you’re the host or Giselle or both. He can only nod and reach out his hand for you to shake when the two of them make it to the top of the stairs. Anton goes into the room first and more cheers erupt. 

Before Sohee can follow behind his friend you pull at the sleeve of his hoodie. Instantly you take up all of Sohee’s sights, you’re so close he can smell you and the alcohol wafting from your breath. 

“Be on my team, okay?” You say with a smile.

Sohee is still shocked at you coming into his space so quickly that he can only nod. Like a switch had been flipped you go back into party mode, following after Anton and leaving Sohee’s line of sight.

Maybe he could stay awhile. He hadn’t been surrounded by his peers outside the context of class and he had someone who wanted to be on his team. Who cares if it’s a Thursday and he has an early morning class tomorrow.

When Sohee made it to the living room, he realized there was even more people than he expected. Some pairs of shoes sat at the top of the stairs, and he almost completely lost you in the crowd of people. Mostly everyone mingled, drinks in their hands as they stood in various places talking to eachother. Sohee would’ve loved to take in the beautiful layout of the apartment and the sheer size of it, but he was overwhelmed by the people sitting in the living room staring at him. Anton had already found a seat, and Sohee felt like a sore thumb. A girl sat and people made a circle around her. When she made eye contact with Sohee her head cocked to the side, a look of confusion on her face.

“Giselle, this is my roommate, Sohee.” Anton said.

Instantly the girls face lit up.

“IPad kid!” She said playfully.

Anton threw his head back in laughter. Sohee remembered the tweet clearly, Sohee was working on a sound engineering assignment when Anton took a picture of him. He captioned the tweet somewhere along the lines of his roommate being an IPad kid and it blew up.

“My reputation precedes me.” Sohee put his hands up like he was guilty of a crime. 

Giselle laughed again as she went back to her phone. One of the boys in the circle looked over her shoulder at her phone too. Their faces were focused as Giselle screen illuminated their faces. They mouthed the words they were reading, pulling the phone away before going right back to reading again.

“Okay so the rules for this game are a little complicated.” Giselle starts.

The man next to her nods his head. He gives up eventually, focusing on the old music videos that play on the large flatscreen television. Sohee still stands awkwardly in front of them. He takes a step forward, trying to recall the nostalgic memories of back home and the late nights he spent with his friends playing games.

“Which game is it?” Sohee asks.

Giselle looks up to Sohee, then back to her phone.

“I am Ground?” She says.

Sohee knows that one. He smiles to himself, and before he knows it Anton is telling everyone that he knows how to play all of the games.

Sohee only has to explain for a minute before everyone gets the gist. The people playing starts off as a small group, but then when the game actually starts, the crowd doubles. Sohee notices instantly when you come and sit next to him in the circle, drink for him in your hand. He takes it with a smile, but before he can say thank you Giselle is loudly starting the game. She starts the rhythm and points to Anton, and then Anton speeds up and points to Sohee. The game continues like that, and Sohee never has to take a single drink. He has too much of an advantage, he simply nurses his beer so he can feel somewhat of a buzz as the people surrounding him get plastered.

After that game, they play Baskin Robbins 31. Giselle takes it upon herself to explain that game, but when Sohee looks to the side and sees you with a look of confusion on your face as you lean in close trying to hear her, he faces you.

“You basically have to call out three numbers getting closer and closer to 31.” Sohee says it directly into your ear to not interrupt Giselle. He watched you grip the neck of your bottle a little tighter before nodding your head. “When it lands on thirty-one, that person has to drink.” He explains.

When you turn back to him, Sohee realizes he can’t handle his alcohol. He also realizes you lost the previous game twice, and the shots and beer you continued to drink made your eyes low. You were still alert as you nodded your head, you even asked him a question about if the numbers had to ascend or if they could go down as well. 

When Sungchan started the game, he only said one. He looked from side to side anxiously, a smile on his lips like he was already expecting himself to mess up the game. He point to Wonbin next to him.

“2, 3.” Wonbin said quickly.

Minjeong was next to him, she scanned the large circle of people quickly before Giselle could chide her for cheating.

“4.” She said.

Then it was Sion who went up to seven. Then Ryujin went up to ten, and Chaeryeong went to thirteen. Haechan only went to twelve, and then it was Sohee’s turn. 

“13.” 

“14.” You said instantly.

Anton next to you counted again, and Giselle chided someone for the second time for cheating.

“Do it fast.” She yelled.

Anton continued to go up to seventeen, and then Mark next to him went to twenty. Karina did twenty-two, Yunjin went to twenty-five. Keeho went to twenty-eight, and it ended at Giselle. She looked to Sungchan next to her expectantly, the shot already in her hand.

“30.” She smiled, handing the shot to Sungchan.

He downed it and everyone cheered. After the first game, it somehow always ended up ending on Wonbin. He was three shots deep by the time the game switched.

“Have you guys heard of The Apartment Game?”

Looking back, choosing The Apartment Game could’ve just been a ploy to get closer to you. Sohee knew it wasn’t that big of a deal that your hands rested on top of his. But he could feel how soft your palm was on top of his hand, and how you let yours rest heavy on top of his despite everyone keeping the tiniest space between their hands. It had to be a sign, and the way you said a number that was far from his had to be a sign too. He tried not to let the way you got closer to him with each round not to get to him, but you were practically leaning on him by the time the next round started. Sohee leaned into you too, and he found too much joy in the sounds you were making throughout the game. Your tiny gasps, the sounds of happiness when it wasn’t you who had to take the shot. 

The apartment game was the longest one everyone played. Each time it was a different number of people playing, sometimes there was so many not everyone could move their hands before the floor was called. The more people that joined the circle the more you were pushed into Sohee. He didn’t know what to do when you let your head rest on his shoulder in between another round starting. Even when everyone’s hands were stacked differently his always ended up under or on top of yours. When both of you noticed you two couldn’t stop yourselves from giggling. The alcohol and you two sticking together like magnets made Sohee blush, and the more time you spent playing it the worst the blush became. When he made eye contact with his roommate who had bleary eyes, he could see the last bit of his sobriety stop him from pointing out the obvious. The gap between you and Sohee was gone, the signs of growing affection were becoming more and more obvious. Sohee had to silently beg Anton to look away before he focused back on the game. Karma had Sohee’s back, because within three minutes Anton was taking his nth shot of the night.

“We make a good team.” You whispered to Sohee.

Sohee was able to look at the smile on your face. He shifted on his spot to settle into you more. As if on cue, Sion started the new round. You and Sohee stuck your hands into the pile at the same time, sandwiched together again.

“We really do.” Sohee agreed.

You laughed and pushed your body against his.

After everyone got too tipsy to continue the apartment game, they split back off into the party. Anton stayed in his spot on. the recliner. Giselle went off somewhere, and you stayed close to him. 

You two took turns following eachother for the rest of the night. When you exercised your bestfriend privileges with Giselle to look in the fridge for a snack you grabbed him something too. When you didn’t have anyone to talk to, Sohee was there with good conversation and stories about back home. You shared your own stories, and he found out that you two shared more in common than he ever thought. You two talked about nothing but everything, switching to different parts of Giselle’s house. You talked about your shared tendency to never leave the house in the hallway, your favorite parts about the city on the terrace. You talked about your friendships in the kitchen and then the people you failed to meet on the couch. Giselle came by with her digital camera and snapped a pic of the two of you. You were leaned on the armrest of the couch, with one of your legs draped over Sohee’s. He didn’t even realize that was the position you two fell into. He just noticed that you were incredibly warm against him, and you seemed just as confused when Giselle was finished taking her pictures.

“I really do throw the best parties.” She said to herself, like she knew something you two didn’t.

By the time Giselle was done taking pictures of her party and started calling it a night, Sohee’s throat was almost sore from talking so much. He felt cold when you got up from the couch to help herd people outside and clean up a bulk of the mess.

Sohee watched the crowd of the party dwindle down in real time. The big spills were cleaned off the coffee table and the wooden floorboards, the cards from a random games were stacked and put back into their boxes. He watched people make their way out of Giselles’ flat, saying their goodbyes and kissing her cheeks on both sides before heading down the stairs. Each time Giselle told them about the digital photos she took, how they’d be up on her Instagram soon. She continued to clean up the mess in between people leaving, and you were helping her. Watching you sort the glass beer bottles from the metal ones made Sohee want to clean up to. He grabbed paper towels and spot cleaned what he could. He knew he probably should’ve left before the alcohol got the best of his friend. 

By the time the party was cleared and the only thing that remained were bags of trash for the morning, Anton was already down for the count. Stretched out uncomfortably on Giselle’s recliner, legs fully spread and his head leaning to the side. The snoring was manageable at first, but when Sohee was getting ready to bid his farewells and wake up his friend, Anton’s snores were interrupting conversations and became a subject of concern.

“Is he alright?” Giselle asked. 

She was in the middle of talking to you in a conversation Sohee was not a part of. She leaned in close to you next to the refrigerator. Sohee knew he wasn’t involved in the conversation, but you two kept looking in his general direction. Sometimes Giselle would laugh and hit your shoulder, sometimes you would laugh and hit hers. It had gotten to the point in the night when it was just Wonbin staggering to the guest room holding onto Sungchan for dear life. Sohee was left to be picked apart by the two of you, mostly sober and for some reason still not ready to say goodnight. 

But he needed to leave. When Giselle asked about the state of Anton he nodded his head, making his way over to Anton’s mostly lifeless body to give his shoulder a shake.

“He’s alright.” Anton didn’t react to the shoulder shakes. His head just lulled to the other side, a pause in his snores just for them to continue just as loud. “Once he’s up and moving he’ll be fine.” Sohee said.

Giselle wordlessly pointed past Sohee and Anton to her guest bedroom. Sohee followed her finger to Sungchan reemerging from the room, closing the door gently with a click.

“Wonbin is already in the guest bedroom.” Giselle tied off the plastic bag filled with aluminum cans and set it on her marble countertop. “There’s enough room on the bed for Anton.” She said.

Sohee looked to you first. You were leaned against the door of the fridge, messing with the handle like you were trying to contemplate what to do next. Sohee was just as lost, politely shaking his head before continuing to push and pull at Anton’s shoulder.

“Ah no, it’s okay.” Sohee said quickly.

He needed Anton to wake up and be on his feet immediately. But Anton only furrowed his eyebrows and settled deeper into the recliner.

“Sohee right?” Giselle looked back to you for confirmation on his name. When you nodded your head Giselle looked back to him, smile on her face as she leaned against her kitchen island. “I insist. I wouldn’t feel safe with you two stumbling through Zuid.”

Sohee shook his head again. He could spare the money for an Uber. He just wouldn’t eat for the week. That was completely alright. But Giselle was persistent, and Anton weighed a ton when he was drunk and not able to move. So Sohee and Sungchan both guided their mutual friend into the guest bedroom for him to fall on the mattress right next to Wonbin. Giselle followed with blankets, pillows, and garbage cans. 

“You can take the couch. It’s more comfortable than it looks. I nap there all the time.” Giselle said.

Sohee took the blankets from her hand and thanked her sincerely.  She was out of the room quickly, closing the door gently behind her after making sure Wonbin and Anton were rolled on their sides.

Sohee tried his best to get comfortable on the couch. He had more room to work with than his loveseat, he could fully stretch his body across the cushions instead of having them on top of the armrests. The cushions were softer too, and the blanket that rested over his body was softer and warmer than any comforter he’s ever had. Wonbin and Anton were as okay as two drunk people could be, breathing normally and turned to their sides for extra safety. Even if everything was as right as it could’ve been in this situation, Sohee still felt uncomfortable. He wanted Anton to be sober, he didn’t want to keep seeing the moon outside of Giselle guest bedroom window. He wanted it to be the next day already, he wanted to be at home in his bed. 

He was getting ready to get up and shake Anton awake again when he heard the door slowly open.

Sohee fully stiffened on the couch. He brought the covers up to his chin and acted like he was asleep. He could hear whoever it was hesitate in the door. It creaked on its hinges as it shut slightly as you pulled it back, but then you pushed it forward again.

“Sohee.” Your voice was so light, a whisper that almost fell underneath the light snores of Wonbin and Anton. “Are you awake?” You asked.

Knowing it was you, Sohee opened his eyes and sat up a little too fast. He turned to see your head that was peaked out only slightly past the door, and your nervous hand that gripped the doorknob. Sohee could see in the light casted by the pale moon that your were apologetic, your hand reached forward like you were trying to stop him from getting up any further.

“Did I wake you?” You asked quickly.

Sohee shook his head from his position on the bed.

“I can’t sleep.” You said truthfully.

“Me neither.” He said back.

Sohee sat up fully on the couch, pushing the blankets off his body and moving the pillow out of the way. You sat down, leaving the biggest space between your bodies for the first time of the night. Sohee couldn’t help but see how nervous you were. Hands that would playfully touch him throughout the night were tucked underneath your thighs, and your eyes that looked at him unashamed were casted forward, looking at the bed.

“Your drinking games really put them to sleep.” You said.

As if on cue, Wonbin grumbled and rolled over, closer to the center of the bed. Anton did the same, and within seconds Anton had his arm slung over Wonbin’s body. Instead of waking up or moving away, Wonbin only scooted closer. Both of you laughed quietly at the sight. Sohee would’ve taken a picture to tease Anton with if you weren’t sitting so closely next to him. He didn’t want to move from the spot. He was grateful for his sleeping friend to break the tension in the air, but now it was even harder to focus. Sohee didn’t know how to transition from his friend and a friend of a friend laying on the bed together to how warm you were sitting next to him. He didn’t know how to look at you directly without a random drinking game to fake focus on. Catching your subtle looks throughout the night was easier when there was an audience, it was easier to let something unspoken brew between the two of you. But when it was just you two—and two sleeping guys cuddling on the queen guest bed—something had to be said. 

Sohee didn’t know how to say it and neither did you. Both of you were looking around the room, too nervous to even have your head facing the same direction. When you’d look at Anton and Wonbin, Sohee would look out the window. When you would look out the window, Sohee would turn his head to look more in depth at the decorations of the room. Sohee spent too much time looking at the boxes of Giselle’s old projects and her desk that housed a chunky monitor. 

“Your drinking games were alot of fun.” You said.

Sohee dragged his hands down his thighs. The sound of his hands against the denim was louder than your voice. He smiled gratefully, still avoiding your eyes.

“Thanks.” Sohee looked forward at the coffee table in front of you two, the glass showed him your reflection. He tried not to let his face heat up when he noticed that you were looking at him. He could feel your eyes drag across his cheek and he felt the urge to hide behind his hand. “Learned them back home.” He said.

Sohee knew he already told you that he was taught all the drinking games through various social situations in South Korea. He thought he told you about the nights of him and his friends huddled in a living room playing games with water because they didn’t have a taste for drinking. You still pushed the conversation forward, putting a hand behind his body as you leaned slightly into him.

“Where’s home again?” You asked quietly.

Your whisper fanned the side of his face. Sohee wasn’t sure if your were trying to make him too nervous to answer his question, but his mind couldn’t come up with anything. He foolishly thought of The Hidden Leaf Village, then the fact that he had never been on a couch so close to someone who he wanted to get even closer to. His mind was caught in an endless loop, and then he felt your other hand cross your thigh to rest on top of his.

“Home is.” Sohee looked at your face. He made the mistake of seeing your washed skin in the moonlight and the worried look in your blown out eyes. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how pretty you were up close, how looking at you somehow made you invade his senses even more. Your body wash replaced any coherent thought in his mind as he went back to looking at the glass coffee table. “Home is home.” He repeated.

You nodded and smiled at his comment. Sohee felt the air in the room change as you got closer. Sohee could hear you turn your head one more time to make sure Anton and Wonbin were really asleep before you leaned in again.

“Do you have any other games?” You asked.

Sohee didn’t have any other games, he laid them all out on Giselle’s living room earlier. Even if he had one, trying to explain anything would’ve been helpless. He was too busy constantly rubbing off new layers of sweat on his jeans and avoiding eye contact with you to calm his heart. He almost twitched away when he felt your fingers run down his arm before resting on his thigh.

“Well. I have one we can play.” You put more weight behind your hand and let it rest heavy on Sohee’s thigh. His habit of twitching and reacting to every one of your moves gives you confidence. Still, the brashness causes words to jumble in your head. You lick your lips as you try to remember what you want to say, the infliction that you want to say it in. “With just the two of us.” You say.

Watching Sohee try to figure out where to put his hands makes you want to guide him. But your fear of this not being what he actually wants makes you sit still. You hope that this can bridge the gap, that this can help you tell Sohee how badly you need him in the most quiet and welcoming way possible. 

“What’s the game?” He asks.

“You—” 

Sohee’s gaze is still locked onto the glass surface of the coffee table. You can barely make out his reflection, you can’t tell if he’s disgusted or interested. The thought of it being the former makes your heart thud. You’re sure it’s about to beat out of your chest when you bring your hand to lightly touch his jaw. 

“You have to look at me first.”

That was probably the last thing Sohee wanted to hear. The game he wanted to play was contingent on him looking at you? Surely he’d lose, or die from the overwhelming feeling he got in his chest just by looking at you. Your shorts were riding higher and higher up on your bare thigh that was touching his, wasn’t that enough? He wasn’t sure he could take any more of it. But then your hand applied the lightest bit of force, and Sohee could feel your soft fingers dimple the skin on his chin. He couldn’t resist turning his head by your guiding hand, until he was looking directly into your eyes.

You took up eachother’s entire view. The moonlight illuminated the side of your face, it partially lit up the front of Sohees’. You could see his eyes were blown out, his pupils shaking like he was trying to find out where exactly to focus. The guy that was so confident, saying sly remarks during the third round of the apartment game looked like he was going to explode into clouds and smoke just looking at you. You would’ve said something snarky back to him if you didn’t feel like you were about to do the same. Why a night of getting closer and closer lead you both to avoiding eye contact in private was beyond you. What you did know was that time was running out. It would only be a matter of time that Sungchan and Giselle were done doing whatever the fuck they were doing and Sungchan would be dragging you back home. You had a game to propose, and hopefully one to play.

“If it’s too much.” You brought your other hand to the side of Sohee’s face to keep him in place. You thought you were going to burst into flames when you felt his slender fingers ghost over your waist. “Say red light.”

You watched him quickly lick his lips then swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat while he left his lips slightly parted. They looked so soft and inviting, even when they mouthed out the beginning of words Sohee was trying to find out how to say.

He only nodded. 

You selfishly needed him to give you something more. Second guesses made your hands break away from his face, slinking down to his shoulders. Something about gripping the ball of Sohee’s shoulders neutral, as if you weren’t halfway into his lap already. You also needed a position that would help you play off what you were about to do, as if anything could be mistaken with how intently you were staring at his lips.

“If you don’t like it.” Your hands went down his arms, squeezing periodically all the way down. The moon felt like it was shining brighter now, and now it was you finding a reason to look away from him. “Just say red light or something, okay?” You specified.

Sohee’s eyes were big when he blinked and nodded his head quickly again. His hand rested a little heavier on your waist now, and you felt a grip come from him that you forced yourself to read as anticipation. When you scooted impossibly closer to him on the couch Sohee came forward too. Your shared weight caused the cushion to sink into the framing of the couch. You sat up and brought a hand back up to his shoulder, squeezing gently and smiling. 

He smiled back, and hurriedly pushed his bangs away from his head before his hand went back to resting on your thigh. He looked down at your lips, you looked down at his. The moon was about to blow up in the night sky as you looked back to Sohee’s eyes. When you felt the lightest pull—one that even he seemed shocked by—you slowly started leaning in. Your hand left his shoulder to go back behind his body and your hand went to his thigh for stability as you turned your head to the side. 

Something in you told Sohee not to close his eyes. He knew he should’ve to match yours, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to miss watching you part your lips, the exhale that fanned his wet lips as you got closer. He would’ve missed the sight of your hand clasping over his thigh, and the way your lips slightly puckered as they got closer. Sohee had to remind himself to close his eyes right before your lips made contact. As consolation he held your waist even tighter, until his fingers slipped underneath your shirt and wrinkled the fabric.

Your lips were too soft. They were plush against his, even if it was a simple chaste kiss Sohee was already engulfed in you. The two of you kept your lips pressed together without moving. Sohee wondered for a second if he should move, but the thought of breaking away from you made his heart ache in his chest. He would gladly just be face to face with you like this, not separating, not moving, just touching. exhales from your noses fanning eachothers sweaty faces, your hands experimentally grabbing at the other. 

You only told him what to do if he didn’t like it. What was he supposed to do if he didn’t want to stop, if he wanted to go further? 

“Green.” He mumbled it against your lips, the sound caught in your mouth and muddied amongst the million other stimulants in eachother’s mind.

You pulled away first, the smallest sound of your lips detaching before Sohee noticed you were already fulled leaned into him.

“What?” You asked.

Sohee looked down at your chest to see the deep breaths you were pulling in. He noticed then that he was having trouble breathing himself.

“Green.” He repeated.

When Sohee saw the word register in your mind and you nodded your head quickly he knew he was winning the game. This time your hand went to his neck to guide him in at the right angle, and you slowly moved your legs to drape over his. Sohee tried his best to fall into the place you were opening up for him. His hand wrapped around your lower back and he splayed his fingers over the side of your stomach, pulling you in closer to him. His other was on top of your mid thigh, the area that was hidden seconds ago due to your shorts. Sohee closed the distance faster now, and he turned his head the other way to compliment your head turns. He felt pride swell in his chest when he realized he was doing the right thing, and that him saying green meant you were going to move your lips against his now. 

He felt your chapstick spread across his lips and cross over the perimeter. Sohee moved his lips against yours in tandem, parting them when you’d close yours and vice versa. He knew something about how he was kissing you was off, but he didn’t know how to correct it. He wanted to feel you breath hot air into his mouth, he wanted to feel your tongue and taste the remnants of alcohol and toothpaste on your tongue. Just like when you were playing games earlier in the night, Sohee got the hang of it eventually. When your hands carded through his hair and pulled slightly, parting him from your lips for you to utter quick instructions, Sohee understood. When you slowly parted your lips Sohee did the same thing this time, and turned his head to get deeper than he did before. His hands pulled at your thighs and waist to bring you closer, and you scooted into his lap without hesitation. 

Your ass was sat carefully on his thigh and the couch. Sohee didn’t have time to comprehend the change in the situation. You were sat on his lap, your hands moved from guiding his movements to locking behind his head. You were entrusting him with way too much. Less than five hours ago Sohee was getting ready to waste another night away watching a show on his phone. Now here he was, making out with you on a couch in your friends guest bedroom with two people less than ten feet away. You were entrusting him too much, you were entirely too much. He had to say red light for your sake. He didn’t know if he could handle the idea of having your tongue swap spit with his, if he deserved it. He gripped you tighter despite everything in him telling him not to. When you sunk into him further Sohee knew he didn’t have the choice. 

You two played entirely too well together, he knew it when you two won every game of the night. The same way you hesitated saying the final number in Baskin Robbins 31 you hesitated with your lips pressing against Sohee’s. The same way he leaped to help you then he did the same now. He closed the gap between your separate vigors, leaning his mouth forward to press against yours. He gripped you tighter and your hands when back to touching his neck and face. He felt something building up between your synced breaths. Anticipation, anxiety, something was coming.

Then you moaned. It was the lightest sound, one that was caught between your lips detaching and reattaching and Wonbin moving around on the soft bed. As soon as the sound broke, you and Sohee stilled your movements. Sohee’s eyes shot open to see yours already open, wide and in panic. 

“Sorry.” You croaked.

He had to push your legs slightly forward so they were resting directly over his crotch. He knew the ache entirely too well, something that set his skin crimson red because it’s never felt quite like this before. 

The way you faced him entirely didn’t let the moon hit your face, but your proximity to him made Sohee see everything. He could see your already swollen lips, the thin layer of drool that coated them. Sohee saw the flush and the sheen sweat that covered the apples of your cheeks and your forehead, and the heat radiating off of you that was sticking to his sweaty skin. You moaned for him. You moaned for him and you looked like a mess because of him.

“Don’t say sorry.” His voice was halfway gone, the end of his words made no sound at all. “No reason to apologize.” He said.

You nodded and your fingers started messing with the ends of Sohee’s hair. He felt himself holding onto the desperate sounds threatening to slip out when he felt your nails scratch at his scalp. He prayed that the shadows in this room hid the embarrassment aching in his lap and the red creeping up his neck and the tips of his ears. 

When you tried resting your leg back over his lap Sohee had to subtly redirect you again. When you tried doing it a third time you cocked your head to the side slightly. Sohee tried to remain nonchalant, his hand wedged between your thighs to feel your warmth there. Your enclosed his hand perfectly, your soft skin only made that feeling even worse. Sohee watched you tip your head back at his greedy hand, and he got the insane urge to reach forward and suck at the skin at the base of your neck. He was pulled away from the sight when your neck was hidden again, your low eyes almost looked sleepy as they bored into his.

“Can we kiss some more?” You whispered.

Sohee was starstruck. You boldness fully lapped his despite you seeming more pent up than he was. Sohee barely had the chance to press his lips to yours before you poked your tongue out, running it sloppily over the chapstick you smeared there before.

Any exclamation he had, any quick green light was swallowed by you. Your mouth opened just a little wider than before, and you were letting quiet whines slip into his mouth. Everything was green at that point—the moon, the couch, him—and he was doing everything in his power to let you know that.

He should’ve been worried about the other people in the room. But the way you were kissing him, and the overall darkness and how the moonlight only seemed to shine on you two made it easy to forget anyone else was in there. When Sohee could taste the toothpaste on your tongue and the plum soju on his it was only about you two swapping whatever you could. When Sohee experimentally stuck his tongue in your mouth and you gripped him so tight your nails dug into his skin, it was all about you. And when his guard was down, and you took your chance to let your leg graze over the bulge in his pants he groaned into your mouth.

Sohee lost the game. He made the loudest sound between the two of your put together, something between a relieved sigh and a croak of a moan from everything that was pent up over the course of the night. He knew he was too far gone when he couldn’t be bothered. He was becoming greedy, when you broke away to press your hand against his dick he rutted against your palm, causing both of your bodies to move.

“Green?” You asked.

Sohee’s hand reached higher than ever, grabbing the side of your face and cradling your jaw in his palm.

“Green.” He said quickly.

You nodded as Sohee brought your face forward again to quickly bring your lips to his again. This time, it was Sohee to push his tongue into your mouth first. His hand gripped your thigh and he moved closer and closer to the heat that had you squirming on his leg. You started feeling for his dick in his pants, your hand clasped over the imprint his shaft was making. Just like true teammates, when Sohee became to distracted by your hand you picked up where he left off. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, turning your head and whimpering to let him know you were saying green a million times over in your mind. He didn’t have to say anything when he felt your hands mess with the button at the top of his jeans. You two worked together to try and push the metal button through the slit in his jeans, not wanting to break apart to get what you wanted.

Sohee blames himself for being so caught up in your teamwork to remember that you two weren’t alone. One moment it was only you in the room, then the next it was Anton shooting up in bed and letting out a sound so loud that you chomped down on Sohee’s bottom lip in surprise.

He knew that his roommate had the tendency to wake up abruptly in the night. Anton’s dad said it had something to do with the snoring, Sohee believed it had something to do with his tendency to set terrible alarms and never wake up to them. However, he would’ve never thought it’d be that bad. Anton made you spring off of Sohee’s lap and detach from him entirely, practically leaping to the other side of the couch as Anton stumbled out of bed. He was so loud that Wonbin woke up just to smush the pillow over his eyes, and it made Sungchan bound across the living room quickly with Giselle following closely behind. Everything was so quiet, with just the two of you and then suddenly everyone in the house was in the room. Sungchan poked his head through, then once he saw Anton’s shadowy figure fully standing he came in entirely. 

Giselle came in behind him, closing her night gown and tying it off before reaching and turning on the light. Behind the door, the last amount of privacy, you two spent the final seconds preparing yourself to be seen by people. Sohee tried to fix his hair he could tell was sticking up in all directions, you pulled down your shirt and your shorts that had rode up. The back of your hand went across your mouth the same time Giselle peaked past the door, eyes narrowed from sleep and confusion.

“What was that sound?” She asked.

For a second, Sohee thought Giselle was talking about the moan he let slip out. Sohee looked to you in a panic and you looked to him before turning towards Sungchan and Giselle.

“He just like, made that sound.” You shrugged your shoulders, and cleared your throat when your voice was weak. “He woke us up.” You said quickly.

When you looked to Sohee for confirmation he knew it was his turn. He nodded his head and yawned, gesturing towards Anton so Sungchan and Giselle would face him instead.

“He did it out of nowhere.” Sohee continued.

Sungchan walked over to Anton, while Giselle kept her narrowed eyes on Sohee a second longer. She was too tired to do anything more about the situation. Instead she leaned against the doorframe of the wall, letting out a loud yawn and rubbed the sides of her head.

“I think this is expediting my hangover.” She grumbled.

“Anton.” Sungchan put his hands on Anton’s shoulders. He swayed from side to side slightly, but focused on Sungchan’s eyes clearly. “You alright?” Sungchan asked.

Anton nodded. Sohee watched you grab the throw pillow to put it back in the center of the couch. Without saying anything Sohee knew. He grabbed it and placed it on his lap, adjusting his pants underneath the privacy of the pillow.

“I have that assignment due in a couple hours. I have to go home.” Anton whined.

“It’s super late. Can’t you do it in the morning?” Sungchan asked.

“No.” Anton’s whiny voice caused Wonbin to sit up in the bed. He looked objectively the most out of it than everyone else in the room. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his eyes weren’t focused and barely open. He ran a hand haphazardly through his hair before looking directly forward. Sohee avoided Wonbin’s eyes as he leaned forward, looking at Anton fight another wave of intoxication.

“I already had it extended twice.” Anton reached for his wallet and keys to his flat that rested on the bedside table. “Have to get back.” He said.

Then, Anton locked eyes with Sohee. Then his eyes traveled to you on the other end of the couch. He watched the cogs turn in his roommates mind, him connecting the voices and sounds he was probably hearing in his subconscious to the two people sitting awkwardly. Before Anton could point an accusatory hand and let the tipsy words slip out, Sohee got up from the couch. He took a quick glance down before collecting all of his bearings.

“I guess it’s time to go back then.” Sohee said.

“It’s late.” Giselle emphasized.

Sohee shrugged. Anton whined again.

“I have a class in a couple hours anyways. Attendance is mandatory. It’ll be nice to get home and shower and everything. I think we can manage.” He says.

Sohee motions towards Anton and he nods, already stuffing his things into his pockets. Sungchan lets Anton go and he’s stable on his feet, if anything it’s the tiredness that causes a drag and stumble in his gait. Regardless, Anton helps Sohee find the rest of his things after only having to ask once what he is supposed to be doing, and he’s the only pulling up the walking directions back to their flat on his phone.

“Only a twenty-six minute walk.” Anton says cheerfully.

Sohee lets out a pensive sigh. His friend unknowingly cockblocked him to Hell and back, now he has to walk for twenty-six minutes, making sure they don’t get lost or robbed on the way home.

Sohee bids a farewell with everyone at the door. He realizes quickly he doesn’t really know Sungchan or Giselle. He can only tell them thank you for letting him stay and have fun at their place, and that he will make sure Anton gets home safe. He sees you last, and he realizes quickly he doesn’t know how to interact with you when there’s people around. He doesn’t know how to ask for your number, or to thank you for kissing him and showing him the best game he has ever played. He can only reach out his hand awkwardly so you can grab it even worse, something between a handshake and a fist bump. The sight causes Giselle and Sungchan to look between you two, confused before they start talking to eachother.

Sohee watches you open the door for them, and Anton already makes his way towards the parking lot. Sohee looks between his roommate and you, his priorities skewed because the only thing he wants is to take you back into the room and kiss you again. Just to prove it was real. Just to prove that you two were playing the same game. 

Before Sohee can run off to follow after Anton you put your hand in the pocket of his light jacket, patting the space empty once you pull your hand out.

“Just incase you forgot something.” You say casually.

Sohee nods, and pats his pocket for safe keeping.

“Thanks.” He says.

Before you two can forget there’s other people in the world again, Sohee is called by Anton. His voice is entirely too loud for this area at this time of night, he can see it in the way Giselles’ teeth clench and Sungchans’ body freezing. Sohee has barely anytime to apologize for Anton before heading down the stairs, sparing you one last look as you smile and wave before closing the door gently.

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Again with the "hi im also a Jew in Aotearoa" reblog, ive also noticed a huge rise in antisemitism. Since oct 7 i have felt increasingly unsafe existing as a Jewish person. I also happen to live in an area that is very largely leftist (or at least my circles in the area are) and i honestly feel most unsafe because of the leftists. Ive seen posters that are very clearly antisemitic everywhere, and the ones i saw calling for the freeing of hostages were crossed out and torn down. Ive shared this before but a pride event put in their kaupapa that theyre anti-zionist and my mum wore a hebrew shirt to the event (she went despite the anti-zionist stuff because its pride and she wanted to go) that said pride in rainbow letters. She was going to wear it regardless of the events kaupapa, and it was clearly a pride shirt, but she got disgusted looks from a lot of people.

Ive been using my dads last name out of concern for my safety due to having a very Jewish last name from my mum. I hate my dads name and it makes me feel sick to use it, but its for my safety. I always use my chosen name because its English, and when people ask about my birth name, which is Hebrew, and I tell them its Hebrew they again give disgusted looks. Prior to Oct 7 people would be interested in the story of my mum growing up in Jerusalem and how important being Jewish is to us, but now I just say the name was chosen because of the singer. I dont want to say the truth because im scared ill get hurt.

My mother overshares a lot and cant resist telling people about how she grew up in Israel and how important to her it is to go back some day, and every time she says it I prepare for the worst. The worst that's happened is again, the look, but im always scared.

All the leftists i know love hamas, some are celebrating the Amsterdam pogrom, they all dropped me for saying Jewish people have a right to exist in Israel. Not even saying Im a zionist, just saying Jews are indigenous and have rights. They dropped me. They put out "bewares" on socials.

I go to a yearly drama camp and so many people from there that i considered friends did things like that and i almost didnt apply to go back next year despite how much i love it. When i go back i will be shutting my mouth and keeping my head down because i do not want to ruin the experience.

It is unsafe to be Jewish here. Good friends have been cruel. Strangers are terrifying. I wont ever tell people Im Jewish if they dont already know because im so worried they will hate me.

I wanted to go to university, but the university i want to go to doesnt seem all that safe for me as a Jew anymore.

Ive lost countless friends since Oct 7.

To answer the askers question of "is anyone standing up for your community", no. Theyre doing the opposite. Heck even our own community turns on us (see: the book jewish not zionist, written by a member of my local Jewish community, who says Jews arent oppressed in Aotearoa). I think I know one or two people who arent Jewish who are standing up for us and standing with us at this time.

Also, in my town theres a big event in the city for Hannukah each year. I dont know if it happened last year, because i wasnt in town, but im worried about it this year. Its an event that i love so much. One of the few chances to meet other Jewish people in the area that dont go to the same synagogue. There is always a large police presence around, and i fear this year it will be worse. Hell im willing to bet there will be protests about it! Im worried it wont even happen. I hope it does and i pray we will all be safe, because its such a great event that i look forward to all year.

I would invite my best friend to come along as its a tradition for my family that we bring friends to share our culture with them, but my best friend is so loudly anti-zionist that if she agreed to come (i doubt she would) she would definitely cause issues. I imagine if theres protests shell be on that side.

It fucking sucks to be Jewish right now. Honestly it always has, ive never felt safe as a Jewish person in Aotearoa, but its so much worse now. We are lucky compared to other places, but its still not good.

Sorry for the long rant of a reblog btw, OP. Kinda just wanted to vent my experience since I dont think theres many other Jewish people from Aotearoa on this hellsite.

how bad is it to be jewish in NZ right now? is anyone standing up for your community? where i am antisemitism has gotten pretty bad and it feels like almost no one other than jews or ppl who are part jewish or married to jews is calling it out.

Per data from the community security group, post oct 7th to March, antisemitism increased 600%.

And this is only reported incidents.

There are not really anyone besides jews standing up for us.

The holocaust centre is getting involved with antisemitism at a university just for the sheer fucking amount of it. Leftist circles are practically rife with it.

I'd consider my ex friends to be your average leftist, like not far left but almost there. And they're super antisemitic. Celebrating the Amsterdam pogrom, calling hamas a resistance group, supporting the houthi etc.

The only support I've seen outside of jewish circles is a coworker tearing down antisemitic pro Palestine posters near our office. Like these weren't regular posters, they were antisemitic instead of being just pro Palestine

[nigrit]

Coda to The War of the Districts, or the Flight of Marat, Heroi-comical poem in three cantos (Paris: n.p., July? 1790)

Part 5 (of 5)

A few words on the aftermath of Lafayette’s failed military expedition, as ‘celebrated’ in this poem. The attempt to arrest Marat completely backfire by helping to transform Marat into a renegade ‘celebrity’, and by boosting sales of his Denunciation. Marat’s escape – recounted with numerous variations – disguised as a soldier, as a woman, even taking off in a balloon! – marked a turning point in his revolutionary career. It also helped to crystallize the reputation of the lawyer Georges Danton, de facto leader of the Cordeliers district, who would be prosecuted (unsuccessfully) in March for threatening to resist Lafayette’s men if they tried to encroach on his territory without the correct legal authorization.[1] After a couple of weeks in hiding, he finally left for exile in London, where he stayed for four months from February to May. His final gesture before leaving was to refund all his paper’s subscriptions.[2]

Marat’s celebrity was further fuelled by the slew of Necker-sponsored anti-Marat (and pro-Necker) pamphlets that appeared over the next few months and the production of at least a dozen separate, counterfeit versions of his Ami du peuple. It was not just Necker loyalists who reacted strongly to this affair. Royalist writers also picked up on the disproportionate reaction, and its humiliating failure, with a mixture of admiration and mocking disdain. Perhaps the most sarcastic response came in the form of this mock-epic poem, which greeted Marat about a month after his return from a four-month exile in England.[3]

Regarding the identity of the “young lady” who helped him escape, there appear to be several candidates. Since these events predate Marat’s known liaison with Simonne Evrard (after June 1790), who would first shelter then ‘marry’ him, this may be a salacious reference to his young assistant, Victoire Nayait. At the time, Nayait was managing his journal’s business affairs, acting as liaison with his publisher, printer and subscribers, when he was in hiding. After Marat’s return from London in May 1790, she disappears without trace.

Another possibility is that he escaped with the help of Comédie-française actress Mademoiselle Fleury [Marie-Anne-Florence Bernady-Nones], whose assistance is also cited in Marat’s earliest biographies by Alfred Bougeart and François Chèvremont. There must be a grain of truth in this, for on 14 February 1794, the former comte de Ferrières, agent for the Committee of General Security, was accused of having released, without authorisation, certain prisoners, including the actresses, Mlle Fleury and Mlle Méscray [Joséphine Mezeray]. In his defence, he cited the fact that Fleury “had once saved Marat”. [4] Further investigation reveals that Mlle Fleury, who had been the mistress of Charles-Armand Tuffin, marquis de La Rouerie, in 1788, married a Doctor Valentin Chevetel, member of the future Cordeliers Club, who lived in the same building as Marat. Chevetel was also a friend of Tuffin, having cared for his sick wife. He would later betray Tuffin’s counter-revolutionary plot, known as ‘La Conjuration Brétonne’, to Danton in October 1792.[5] This reference to Marat’s ‘mistress’enjoyed a suitably salacious, and venal, afterlife, when it was ‘reported’ in a royalist journal, Fouet National (23 Feb) that his silence had been bought by Necker, Bailly and Lafayette for 10,000 livres, and he was now ensconced in the town of M***, in Picardy, with “his little maid” (“petite bonne”).[6] In April 1793, Marat would indeed claim that Necker had tried to buy his silence for a million livres in gold.[7]

After Marat’s great escape, the Révolutions de Paris highlighted Marat’s new status as a revolutionary scapegoat, characterizing these events as a calculated attempt to intimidate all patriot writers, “Souvenez-vous que, parmi les écrivains patriotes, celui sur la tête duquel il fallait frapper pour les effrayer tous, était le sieur Marat, parce que son courage allait jusqu’à la rage, et que sa conviction se changeait quelquefois en délire” (30 Jan). The following issue carried a letter from a National Guardsman, accusing it of being in the pay of mysterious forces, and warning it that they would all repent if they carried on.[8] “Je crois que vous voulez faire le petit Marat. Croyez-moi, ne continuez pas; Marat n’écrit plus; vous pourriez faire de même” (6 Feb). During the Revolution, few figures earned their own eponym, even fewer so early on.[9] Marat’s absence was also noted by readers outside the metropole, with a curé from the Ardèche asking the Révolutions de France, “Vous ne dites plus rien de l’ami du peuple: n’est-il pas encore remonté dans sa guérite [guardhouse/sentry box]? Tout le monde demande ici de ses nouvelles; je vous en demande à vous, au nom de 300 mille Vivarais” (March).

Six months later, Marat would produce his own version of events. He had witnessed the whole affair from the window of a neighbouring house. He put on a round hat and went out with a friend to see what was happening, while awaiting delivery of the next day’s proofs (for his paper). In the middle of the night, he heard a cavalry squadron stop beneath his window but they did not enter. Spotting some spies (“mouchards”) outside the house the next morning, he donned a disguise and left arm-in-arm (“marchant à pas comptés”) with a young lady. He then met some friends in the Jardin de Luxembourg who had arranged another hiding place, but after finding no one there, he returned to an old one, chez Boucher de Saint-Sauveur, stopping his carriage at the Hotel de Ville to see what was happening there (AdP, 23 July).[10] His narrative was intended to demonstrate that he could blow a raspberry at the authorities while risking his personal safety for the patrie.[11]

[1] Danton told the expedition commander that his warrant was invalid without the countersignatures of five Cordeliers commissioners, which they would only provide once it was correctly made out. He threatened to summon a further 20,000 men from the neighbouring faubourg St-Marcel if the National Guard attempted to enforce it without the new warrant.

[2] Jean Massin, Marat (1960), pp.116-117. From London, Marat would publish two further pamphlets: a letter on the legal aspects of his case including a proposal for an independent tribunal (April) and a sequel to his Denunciation (April).

[3] Marat was back in Paris by mid-May. Many of these pamphlets were sponsored by Necker who also had at least one journal (Journal de Paris), and a team of writers working for him, including Jean-Baptiste-Antoine Suard, Dominique-Joseph Garat and Pierre-Louis de Lacretelle.

[4] They were imprisoned in September 1793, along with eleven other members of the Comédie-française, and the novel’s adapter, Francois de Neufchateau, for a ‘suspect’ production of Samuel Richardson’s Pamela. See Alphonse Aulard, Receuil de documents pour l’histoire du club des Jacobins de Paris: Jan 1793 à Mars 1794 (1895), v:652.

[5] See Ghislaine Juramie, La Rouërie, la Bretagne en Révolution (1991), p.8; and Elizabeth Kite, ‘Charles-Armand Tuffin, marquis de la Rouerie etc.’, in Records of the American Catholic Historical Society of Philadelphia, vol.59, no.1 (1948).

[6] Cited in Jacques de Cock, Marat avant 1789 (online), p.1649 & Jean Massin, Marat (1966), p.117. The Fouet started as a patriot paper before completely changing editorial direction in February 1790.

[7] Le Publiciste de la République française #177 (24 April 1793).

[8] A reference to its criticisms of Lafayette.

[9] Napoleon, Lafayette, Robespierre, Danton, Brissot, Roland, Hébert and Babeuf were the others.

[10] It appeared just after Malouet’s denunciation in the National Assembly of Marat and Desmoulins for the crime of lèse-nation in their journalism. In the same account, Marat boasted of provoking the authorities with awkward questions and contrasting this against Desmoulins’ cowardly proposal to renounce his offending “écrits”.

[11] As well as providing Marat with a safe house, Boucher de Saint-Sauveur also lent him 1000 livres.

[darkeneddawningmain]

I live! And I'm writing a fic

Hello, everyone! :) I've re-started the process of moving this blog over to a side blog (@darkeneddawning) when I have time. End goal is to have all my art and stuff from here over there, so my main blog (this one) can be used for everything. The side blog will be where I post new phandom art and stuff.

Hopefully the transfer isn't too confusing for everyone. If you want to follow me to see my phandom art and stuff, you might want to wait until my side blog is all caught up, or you'll be spammed with me reblogging all of my old art over there for the next while. I'll announce on this blog when it's done and wait at least a week so people have time to unfollow this blog if they don't want my reblogs of everything I like to clutter up their dashes.

But I'm too impatient to wait until I'm done with that before I start posting again, so here's a blurb from the DP x DC Circus Gothica crossover fic I'm writing! It's going to be a while before I can post it since I've got a lot going on and I'm a very slow writer so far, but I'm hoping posting about it will keep me motivated to continue working on it :)

It's not a very long blurb, but I'll put it under a read more anyway (along with a synopsis of the fic):

Fic synopsis:

Wait, but if I’m mind controlled, and you’re mind controlled, then who’s catching the evil ringmaster??

Jason wasn’t expecting to join the suspicious circus he was investigating on Dick’s behalf, but a day in found him planning a heist with his new posse of co-slaves. At least getting in on the action gave him the answers he was looking for, as well as some others to questions he’d forgotten he was still asking.

Or: A new circus rolls into Bludhaven, trailing a history of too many pilfered towns to be a coincidence. Dick asks Jason to look into it on account of Dick’s circus related trauma. Jason was expecting to find evidence, not a one-way ticket to minion town, or a mysterious boy who somehow calmed the insatiable waters of the pit. Who is this boy, and what can he teach Jason about himself?

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Though he felt compelled to come, he didn’t know what was wanted of him now that he was here.

“This area is off limits to guests. Can I help you?”

That reaper kid from the performance, head attached, was looking at Jason with a raised brow. The same Red color that was swirling around Jason’s brain occupied the kid’s irises. Now he was up close, Jason could see how the kid’s stage eyeliner was only a slight enhancement to the genuine dark circles under his eyes. With those in addition to the gaunt hollowness of his cheeks, the kid looked like he hadn’t slept in years.

Jason smiled. It wasn’t a natural smile, but the Red liked it. “I’m here to, uh… cross over to the dark side?” That was all the Red was giving him to work with.

Reaper kid squinted at him, then drew back in surprise. “Woah, I totally thought you were human. Is that a disguise?” he asked, walking up to Jason.

“Disguise?” Jason glanced down at his body like it would clue him in to what reaper kid was talking about. He looked plenty human to himself. “What else would I be?” Was this important to the Red’s mission? Red was starting to feel a little more impatient.

“Uh, you know,” the kid gave a dismissive hand wave, but clarified: “Dead?”

[claitea]

at the point where sometimes i forget alto isn't a canon character. they slot so naturally in with other characters and i'm so pleased with how they turned out i'm surprised that i made that guy. i did well if i do say so myself

[thebleedingeffect]

In my heart of hearts I truly do just want to write a self insert that interacts with the main story that's it really

[evansbby]

more vent, continuing from the last 2 posts

[acepalindrome]

Alternatives to Squishmallow

So as many of you have probably already heard, Jazwares, the company that produces Squishmallows, is donating to charities that support Israeli soldiers and the IDF. They’re also supporting Canary Mission, which has been doxxing people who speak out against Israel. BDS hasn’t called for a boycott against them, but I can’t in good faith spend my money on their products, and I would strongly encourage everyone who enjoys plushies to really think long and hard about if you want to give your money to a company that’s helping support genocide!

But the holidays are coming up, and lots of us enjoy plushies and were fans of Squishmallow, and were planning to give Squishmallows to friends and family this year.

Fortunately, there are a number of great plushie companies out there, and I want to promote some of my favorites in the hopes that folks will get their plushie fix from a source that doesn’t side with Israel. So without further ado:

Fluffnest

Fluffnest got their start on Kickstarter a few years ago, and I adore the round shapes of their PuffPal plushies! My favorite is Pete the Possum, which is probably the best possum plush I’ve ever seen. I’ve also got a beautiful moth from their Kickstarter and I’ve been wanting their bats for ages. They also recently had a Kickstarter for an Animal Crossing-esque video game featuring their plushie characters and it looks fantastic.

Squishables

I can’t get over the plague doctor plushies. They’re so perfect and cute, and they’ve released other variations of them called Alter Egos, like a ghostly version, an alien, or a really sweet cottagecore one! They’ve got a ton of variety, but what I like the most are the fantasy plushies. There’s a lich! There are dragons and demons! Cryptids! Biblically accurate angels! A lot of really fun stuff!

Also they do a lot of great charity work! Right now they’re doing an auction for the Food Bank of New York City.

AfternoonFika

AfternoonFika is a very small business of only three people, but their plushies are extremely cute. They tend to sell out fast, so I recommend following them on social media to stay on top of any restocks! They recently released a line of dinosaurs that are precious, and of course I love their iconic cactus cat and cinnamon bun bunny.

Jellycat

Jellycat has been around since 1999, so they’re the oldest of these companies. They’ve got great designs, a ton of variety, and a lot of their plushies are made to be cuddled on and not just displayed. All three of my tiny nephews sleep with a different stuffed dog from Jellycat. My mom has a sun and several succulents that she uses as decorations. There’s a little something for everyone who enjoys plushies!

If you have any other favorite companies I haven’t mentioned, feel free to add on! I’ve enjoyed Squishmallows for a while now and I’m sad to see their leadership coming out on the side that’s committing war crimes on a daily basis, but this is a good time to discover new favorite plushie companies! And remember, money speaks loudly. Even if BDS hasn’t called for a boycott of Jazwares, it sends a message when sales start dropping for companies that support genocide. It’s a small thing, but the little things we do can add up!

[moongirl0305]

Don't hide this in the tags, omg!!

[enigmaris]

DPxDC idea that has been floating around my head for a few months now:

Gotham, given its whole... thing with Lazurus Pools and general bad vibes, has a ghostly representative. Lady Gotham, when she bothers to be coporeal, looks like an influential lady from the 1920s, straight art deco elegance. A real classy girl.

Jazz is touring college campuses around the US. She has full ride offers from Gotham University, Metroplis College, and Star City State, to name a few. Danny, upon hearing that his sister is going to GOTHAM of all cities, decides he is going on this trip with her. He might be only 15, but his big sister isn't getting mugged while he has half an afterlife left to live!

Lady Gotham is all a flutter! Why the last ghost king was so frumpy! King Phantom is so handsome and powerful, and he is coming to her city. She absolutely has to show off her best side! She feels like a teenaged girl getting her home ready before a new beau comes to visit. She's flustered, she's nervous.

Meanwhile, John Constatine wakes up with cosmic alarm bells going off because something really, really bad is happening. He investigates to dicsover that for the past three days Gotham has not had a single crime.

No murders, muggings, hell not even a single jay walker!

Gotham the most cursed place on the North Or South American continent is suddenly more squeaky clean than whatever small farm town Superman grew up in.

No crimes, no smog in the air. Crime Lords seemingly gone in a puff of smoke, Assassins asleep in their beds.

Its so freaky. Even Batman is spooked and he is never spooked by anything.

Constantine is certain some demon or other nefarious being is harnessing Gothams cursed energy for some evil plot. Gathering the power to use it like a nuclear blast. Batman is concerned about mass mind control.

Lady Gotham is doing the metaphysical equivalent of hiding all of your stuff in a closet before a guest comes over because you dont have time to actually clean. She had to shoulder the thing closed! She just knows that when the lock fails there will be a huge mess.

Jazz and her family are just surprised about how nice Gotham U's campus is. She'd heard it was so dark and dangerous, but everyone is smiling and pleasant to her! Danny is just happy Jazz is safe from various villains.

So we have Batman investigating his rogues gallery for mind control plots, Constatine hunting for demons, Jazz and her family taking a walking tour of Gotham U, and Lady Gotham using every bit of her ghostly powers to make sure her damned, cursed city doesnt embarrass her in front of her crush!

[monstersflashlight]

need more ghost stuff, its so good

imagine waking up tied to the bed and being fucked by something you cant even see

Hi there everyone, as per popular request, here we have Spectro-cum (part 2). You can find part one here, and the ghost’s masterlist here. Sorry if this is not fitting all the ghost requests, if you want something more specific send a request back, but I though this would be a good way to go thru a bunch of requests at the same time :)

Spectro-cum (part 2)

Ghosts x fem!reader || sex toys, breeding, groping, free use, double penetration

You woke up without cum dripping down your pussy, once again. You sighed in disappointment. Lately, the ghosts in your haunted house had been a bit more respectable of you, usually just fucking you once a day if anything, and never one after the other. And not with the urgency they used to have when they started this whole thing. You should be glad about it, but in reality you were… disappointed.

It was true that you were a bit mad at them when they kept using you as a cum-dump but not making you come after it, it was uncomfortable to be walking around the house all day with cum leaking out of your needy pussy but unable to get release until the night. To have you leaking their blue spectro-cum and feeling it inside all the time, refilling you once it was all out. It was the best and worst kind of edging, had you almost coming all day just to leave you unsatisfied.

Truth be told, you could have fucked yourself if you wanted. You could have rubbed one off at any point of the day… But you enjoyed having their cum leaking down your thighs and your pussy needy and wet all day long. So desperate and needy you couldn’t hold it anymore and you reached for your wet pussy with shaky fingers. Until you were so desperate, it only took you a couple of movements to get you falling apart. You couldn’t see them, but you were more than sure that they were looking at you when you did that. Always watching, always hungry for you. It was exhilarating.

But then they stopped.

They stopped proving your holes every time you bent down. Stopped groping your ass and spanking you as you passed by. Stopped using you as their cum-dump. Stopped groping you mid day until you were begging them to do something more, just to hear their creepy laughter in the air as they left you alone and unsatisfied. They stopped making you come until you were begging them to slow down and let you sleep.

And you… missed them.

You missed having a cock shoved inside your pussy every few hours. You missed being always so full of cum that it was almost a part of you. You missed the edging. You missed having your daily routine interrupted by a ghost groping your tits until your nipples were sore. And you missed, above all that, the orgasms that drove you to the edge of insanity with pleasure.

So you decided it was time to do something about it. If they didn’t like you anymore, or if they didn’t find you interesting, you could do something about it. You could tempt them so far that you’d be ravished completely when they saw.

You started ordering some new toys online, some plugs to keep you stretched and ready all day long. They never did anything more than tease your asshole, but you have been experimenting in your frustration… And you kind of liked it. You wanted them to use you completely, including your back door. So you bought a butt plug, too. You were sure they were looking over your shoulder when you made the purchase, a cold breeze you associated with them moving your hair to the side. You shivered as you felt ghostly fingers running down your spine. You whined and the touch disappeared, making you whine louder, almost begging.

You tried working yourself open in the middle of the living room that day, finger fucking you as you felt their eyes on you. You couldn’t see them, but you knew they were there, looking, expecting something from you. You came around your fingers in the most sad orgasm you had ever felt. It was good, but not good enough, it left you more unsatisfied if it was even possible.

When the package with your plugs arrived, you almost fist pumped the air, so ready to tempt them into being their usual horny selves once again. You knelt on your bed and prepared yourself to get them inside. You felt their hands parting your cheeks to see better as you started to fuck your fingers in your ass, stretching yourself for the plug. A finger joined your endeavors, fucking your hole as you squirmed and your pussy got wetter and wetter. You rubbed your clit with your free hand until you were coming and the ghostly finger disappeared. You pushed the plugs inside your holes and stood up on shaky legs.

You walked around the house as usual, the plugs pressing against your special spots and making you breathe hard as you did the simplest things. You were desperate and needy, and you hoped they didn’t wait too much to act. But you were so, so wrong.

It took you two days of constantly wearing the plug for them to make a move. You were going to take a nap, too tired to do anything else, to horny and desperate, already losing hope. You laid down and were about to fall asleep when you felt hands tugging at your clothes, ripping them apart and making you shiver with the urge to moan. They threw the pieces of your pj’s anywhere and you were manhandled onto your face, your ass pushed up as you felt cold hands moving the plugs around, making you moan uncontrollably.

Some other hands started rubbing your body, groping your tits and your ass, making you eager to be filled. You moaned and pleaded, begging to be fucked. Some of them listened, because the plugs were pulled out of you and cocks were shoved into both of your holes. You screamed, the intrusion too fast, but so, so good. They fucked you without caress, without control or reason, completely feral over you. Your body was being played and your holes were being filled, you could only thank the universe for them coming back to you. For them coming inside of you.

You were once again their toy to play with, they human cum-dump as one after the other took turns fucking you into the mattress. Your face was pressed down onto the sheets as they stretched you over and over. There were dicks in and out your holes, in and out, never stopping. As soon as you felt one coming deep inside of you, another was being pushed in their place. It was exhilarating and confusing and so, so good you were losing your mind. Your mouth opened in a silent scream as they used your body and you cried and drooled over the bed. You were in heaven, your pussy and your asshole messy and ravished in the best way possible. They didn’t care about your orgasms, but being used so thoroughly was enough to take you to the edge and over it. You came, and came… Until you passed out.

You woke up with sore holes and cum leaking out, ghostly mouths sucking on your nipples as someone pushed their dick inside your asshole. You cried out, and someone laughed, going faster. You don’t know how much it lasted, how many hours they had you pined to the bed as they filled your holes with load after load. Your stomach was bloated, and the sheets were messy… But it was heaven.

You would never know why they stopped fucking you, but the only thing that mattered is that your pussy was being filled over and over once again. You were just a ghost’s toy, and you loved it.

[little-diable]

Lightning - Tyler Owens (smut)

I mean, we all knew this would happen. I haven’t seen the movie yet, but I am DESPERATE for him. And as somebody who actually has something to do with studying tornadoes, I had to write this. I am obsessed with this fic, but I doubt this will get much attention, so please actually reblog it if you enjoyed reading it! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Tyler and the reader are chasing tornadoes together, but when they have to step back and find shelter, things quickly change between them.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, handjob, kinda enemies to lovers, teasing and all that fun stuff

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3k words)

Wind was blowing in her face, letting her strands dance in the air while her eyes flickered between her laptop screen and the dark sky. She was surrounded by her team, trying to ignore their shouts as they decided which direction to head in. (Y/n) was torn between too many options, not liking the way this afternoon was playing out. 

It was do or die, miss or hit one of the biggest tornadoes they had come across in a while. And yet the second cell that was currently forming gave off a somewhat more promising chance of catching enough data this time around. 

“Which way will it be, lightning?” Her breath hitched in her chest as he mumbled the words, front pressed against her back. The hairs on her arms began to rise, fully focused on his closeness, allowing her to pick up on the scent of his familiar cologne, on the way his breath fanned over the back of her neck as if he was about to kiss that very spot.

“Am I dreaming? Is Tyler Owens asking for my opinion?” She slowly turned towards the handsome man. Her eyes instantly found his piercing ones, getting lost in their intense gaze while he shot her one of his signature smirks. Fuck, if he weren’t such an asshole most of the time, she would easily give in to the pull she felt, allowing him to tug her towards his bed without having to fear about the aftermath. But if there was one thing (y/n) was sure of, it was that Tyler Owens was all about playing games, toying with a woman until he eventually grew bored. He was a personification of a thunderstorm, fast moving and never ready to settle.

“Don’t let it get to your head, pretty.” She clicked her tongue with a displeased expression tugging on her features. There was no time left to study him, to curse whoever had created him for making him look this handsome. They had to stay focused, at least until she got the data she needed for her project. 

“Alright, we’re heading east.” (Y/n) closed her laptop before reaching for her bag–the bag that was snatched from her grasp before she could protest. Tyler had slung it over his shoulder while tilting his head towards his truck, silently asking her to ride with him. 

On any other occasion she would have cursed him, would have told him to fuck off. But today, while being heavily understaffed, she needed any help she could get. And knowing that Tyler drove like the devil himself, she knew she had the best chance of arriving just in time with him by her side. 

His smirk grew wider the second she gave in, begrudgingly following Tyler while her eyes found the confused ones of her teammates. She only rolled her eyes at them, raising her shoulders and dropping them again as if she was wordlessly telling them that she was just as confused as they were, not seeing through Tyler’s game just yet. 

Silence filled the truck, only a few commands left (y/n) whenever they needed to make a turn, chasing down the roads to catch up with the growing cell. All while the others followed behind them, too slow to catch up with Tyler’s truck. Her heart was pounding in her chest, riled up by the anticipation of chasing another storm – no matter how many times she had done this before, (y/n) would never get used to the thrill, the moments leading up to seeing yet another beautiful though terrifying tornado. 

“You alright, pretty?” She’d never get used to the way Tyler called her, dripping with that drawl she loved more than she’d ever admit. (Y/n) didn’t look at him, fully focused on her laptop to monitor the path their tornado took. No word left her pressed together lips, trying to drown out the feeling of his concerned eyes flickering towards her every few seconds. 

“(Y/n)?” The use of her name ripped (y/n) out of her trance, letting her wide pupils find his. She only nodded at Tyler, knowing she couldn’t waste any time on the crush she could never speak of, preferring to take her secret to the grave rather than feeding his ego–only to end up with a broken heart in the process. 

“Guys, can you hear me?” She held the radio close, speaking to the others while refocusing on the map. All they could hear was rustling, unable to pick up on the reply that was spoken on the other end. Curses clawed through (y/n), she tried to reach their teams again, while swallowing the sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. No longer could she see them in the rearview mirror, telling her that they hadn’t made it down the narrow path Tyler had taken.

The road ahead was muddy, forcing the truck to slither along while Tyler tried to avoid holes and ditches. With one hand clutching the door, (y/n) tried to hold still, not daring to bump into Tyler whose angry cusses filled the truck. Both had their eyes focused ahead, knowing that this had been the wrong choice, the wrong tornado to chase. They were heading straight towards their death if they kept going that way, knowing that without their team by their side, they wouldn’t be able to collect enough data anyway. 

“I hate being the one to say it, but we gotta find shelter, lightning.” Tyler’s annoyed groans left her nodding, giving him the green light to take a sharp left to turn towards the town close by. With the slimmest chance to find proper shelter, Tyler kept speeding along, seemingly having a spot in mind. (Y/n) was angry, at herself, at the road conditions, knowing that this situation should have played out much differently. And all she could do was trust the man she had always tried to hate.

“Come, follow me.” The truck was forced to a sudden halt. (Y/n) followed Tyler outside, holding onto her things while he reached for her free hand to pull her along. He guided her towards what appeared to be a barn, a building she paid no attention to as she studied the tornado, getting lost in its beauty for a second. “They built an underground shelter here a few years back, if we’re lucky nobody else had the time to find it.”

Tyler pushed her into the unlocked barn, letting the doors slide close again before he led her down some stairs. She didn’t dare speak, torn between too many emotions. All (y/n) could do was let go of a sigh while being ushered into the empty, dark shelter. It took her a while to adjust to the darkness, letting her hands move along the metallic wall until she found what appeared to be a light switch. She gave it a try, though without any luck, letting herself drop to the ground while Tyler stayed glued to his spot. 

If both hadn’t been too deep in thought, they would have realised that this was the first time they were sheltering together, completely alone without any nosy eyes watching them or listening to their talks. 

“We should have gone west, I’m sorry.” Her whispers filled the small shelter, luring Tyler closer who plopped down next to her. He fumbled with his phone to turn on the fleshlight, letting it rest on the ground to alight their surroundings. A few boxes were placed against the wall, filled with water and some snacks they hopefully wouldn’t have to use, praying that they’d get out of here fast enough to chase their luck once again. 

“There’s always time for another try, pretty.” Tyler reached for her hand to squeeze it before he could stop himself, forcing her eyes to focus on the spot where she now felt a buzzing sensation. She let her head roll towards Tyler, studying the white hat he took off with his free hand, placing it down on the ground, only to comb through his hair. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you without that thing on.” (Y/n)’s whispers left him chuckling, a sound that momentarily managed to drown out the roar of the tornado. The howling was an almost comforting sound to them, after years of chasing them, well aware of every little detail. 

“Well, you’re one of the few who gets the honour, appreciate it.” She rolled her eyes at him before ripping her gaze off of him. Heat flushed through her at his teasing, a heat that only grew more biting as she realised that they were still holding hands. Her tongue moved along her dry lips, trying to find the right words to break their silence, silently hoping that she could cherish every single second of their time together. As much as she had once sworn to hate him while burying her crush deep inside of herself, she had lost all strength to fight against it, at least for now.

“Why have we never done this before?” Tyler seemed to feel the same longing, drawing her focus back towards him with his question. His eyes had an even more piercing touch to them now, having an invisible tight grasp on her soul she didn’t want to escape from. 

“Because you’re an asshole most of the time and I can’t stand being around you for long.” (Y/n)’s sharp reply left him laughing, a loud sound that had an addicting effect on her, leaving her chuckling while shaking her head at the man. 

“You wound me, lightning. Here I was hoping you’d finally let me take you out on a date, once this day’s over.” No longer did she laugh, the sound was stuck in her throat all too suddenly.

Did he truly mean it? Was he planning on asking her out? Or was Tyler playing yet another game with her? 

“Don’t fuck with me, Owens.” His hand darted out to grasp her chin, forcing her to keep her focus on him before she could even try to turn away from him. For just a second, she watched his gaze flicker between her eyes and her slightly parted lips. Once again her heart was back to racing, no longer focused on the howling wind, the sounds of things crashing outside, but fully and solemnly focused on Tyler. 

“Are you scared of this thing between us?” Once again, his question managed to rob her of the air filling her lungs, not expecting him to be this direct with her. A part of (y/n) begged her to cuss him out, to make fun of the question, to escape the avalanche that was about to roll upon them, but the bigger - more desperate - part of her, managed to gain the upper hand, leading her straight towards danger.

“Well, even though you enjoy riding your fears, I prefer to face ‘em. I’m not scared, not of this, whatever this is. But I’m fucking terrified of you toying with me and dropping me the second I’m no longer interesting enough.” He let go of her, only to pull her into his lap, making her straddle his stretched out legs. They held eye contact, wordlessly daring one another to move first, to give in to the pull that was as strong as an F5 they’d happily chase on any other day. 

“I’d be fucking stupid to mess it up with you.” She felt his breath on her lips, ghosting over her soft skin like he was giving her one last chance to pull away. A chance she wouldn’t take, letting it pass while finding his lips for a soft kiss that escalated within seconds. With his hand pressed to the back of her head and his other placed on her waist, Tyler held her to him while deepening the kiss.

Their tongues fought for victory, knowing that neither of them would back down from a fight against the other, urged on by their need to gain the upper hand. Soft groans and moans left them while their bodies searched one another’s closeness, knowing that this was something they wouldn’t tell others about, preferring to keep this as their secret. 

Her hands roamed his clothed chest, feeling his muscles beneath her wandering fingers while finding her way to his belt. She toyed with the buckle for a moment while her lips were still glued to his, knowing they’d have to part any moment now to inhale some much needed breaths of air. 

“You sure you want to do this in here, lightning?” His chuckles left her grinning, while holding onto the question she had wanted to ask for a while now. 

“Why lightning?” A kiss was shared between them, much softer than the one before. Her hand was still toying with his belt, slowly undoing the buckle to wordlessly tell him she wanted this much as he did, even though they knew that it was stupid and selfish of them to hide out here while their teams were undoubtedly worrying about them. 

“Well, the first time I saw you, you struck me like lightning, brightening my darkest day.” The explanation was cheesy, and yet it still drew heat up her neck. She could only swallow, smile at him and refocus on her hands. Tyler let her move, freeing his hardening cock while his impatient hands tugged on the buttons of her blouse, letting it pop open to expose her bra-clad chest. 

“Fuck, you’re a dream.” Her eyes flickered up to his while she spat into her palm, using her saliva to lube him up. Tyler couldn’t stop his moans from clawing through him, fully focused on the way he perfectly fit into her hand, pressed against the soft skin he wanted to feel against every inch of his body. His head rolled back against the wall, eyes closed and lips parted – offering a sight that made her walls clench around nothing, proud for being the one to make him feel like that. 

Her hand added more speed to its movements, squeezing him with just enough pressure to draw another raspy moan from Tyler. He allowed himself to relish in her touch for another moment before he gently though urgently grasped her wrist to stop her from moving. 

“Will you ride me, lightning?” His accent grew thicker with every syllable, leaving her shuddering while only a soft chuckle managed to leave her. She rose to her feet to shuffle out of her jeans, keeping her eyes focused on Tyler who marvelled at her as if she was the strongest tornado he had ever been fortunate enough to see, fully mesmerised by everything about her. She kept her panties on while finding her way back to his lap, knowing that they needed to hit the road soon, not giving them a chance to do this properly. 

“Wait, here.” He reached for his back pocket to pull a condom out of his wallet, letting her rip it open to roll it down his aching cock. Both their hearts were beating in sync, knowing that they were finally about to do something they had been desperate for ever since running into one another for the first time. No matter how much anger and hatred had once grown between them, it was now turning them from opponents to lovers–or whatever it was both were trying to adjust to. 

Tyler held onto her as she sank down on him, letting her forehead fall against his shoulder for a second. No words were spoken while they had to adjust, overwhelmed by the new sensation and the whirlwind of emotions buzzing through them like a storm hitting them both. With her hands holding onto him, clinging to the fabric of the shirt he wore, she began to move, fucking herself on his twitching cock with such a passion, Tyler feared he may never want to get out of this shelter again. 

“Tyler,” his name left her, a breathy whisper he almost missed, too far gone to focus on anything but their closeness. He palmed her ass, letting his fingertips dig into her skin to leave marks that would remind her of this very moment for days to come. His hips met hers, jerking upwards to make his cock disappear inside of her even deeper, drawing desperate moans from them which dripped with a need for more. 

“Attagirl, look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like you were born for this.” She moaned at his words, knowing that her thighs would start aching soon enough, begging for a new position to give herself the needed push to fall over the edge. “What? You’re already getting tired? I should have fucked you in my truck, make you scream my name while the world’s ending around us.” 

He pushed her off of him without a warning, leaving her dazed and confused for a second while watching him rise to his feet. With a hand stretched out for (y/n) to take, he pulled her up towards him–only to pick her up and press her against the wall. His cock was pushed back into her, stretching her walls while he fucked her with a fast pace that made both of them see stars. 

(Y/n) clawed at his neck, needing to hold onto him while he fucked her closer and closer to the edge. A cocky grin widened on his lips as he felt her walls tightening their grip on his cock. She was close, would let go soon with his name burning on the tip of her tongue, a perfect reminder that she was his from today on, glued to the man who she had once sworn to hate. 

“Scream my name, lightning, show them what a real thunderstorm sounds like.” If he weren’t buried deep inside of her, she would have rolled her eyes at him. But (y/n) was too far gone to care about his cheesy teasing, solemnly focused on her arising high and the name rolling off her tongue like a prayer.

And then she came, pushed into an orgasm so strong, (y/n) feared she’d never experience something like this again. It buzzed through every part of her body, stealing her breath as if she was drowning, forcing her heart to skip beats as if she was chased by someone or rather something. Tyler kept fucking her against the wall, urged on by her moans, the sounds he’d never forget again. 

Pants kept leaving him while chasing his own high, letting his skin meet hers with every ferocious thrust. And with one last “Fuck” Tyler came, relieving himself into the condom as his smirk returned to his lips. Both were heavily breathing, clinging to the other while coming down from their highs.

“I don’t know if I can walk back to the truck.” Carefully, he placed (y/n) back down on her feet, shaking his head at her with a soft smile thrown her way. Tyler pressed another kiss to her slightly swollen lips before both redressed, knowing that they had to get out of here and back to their team as fast as possible. 

“You know I’ll gladly carry you, lightning. I always will, if you let me.”

[sugurizz]

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬 ✧ Feat. JJK MEN

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ── Jjk Men in their -real- Daddy era. (Am I secretly having a baby fever LMAOO)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ── fluffy stuff, pure wholesomeness and affectionate dads.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

It's safe to say that sometimes you're raising two babies - only one of them is a big buff pouty one.

Daddy Toji sneaks to the kitchen in the middle of the night, leaving you both sleeping in your shared bedroom and then slowly closes the door. He promised himself he'd only take one *unnoticeable* spoon of your newborn's baby formula but ends up stuffing his face with the forbidden powder in the heat of the moment. He tries his best to hide his tracks by shoving the tin somewhere far in the cupboard.

He *oddly* always makes sure to be the one preparing his baby's bottle the next day - 'Oh darling, don'tcha move a muscle...I'll be right back with our baby's breakfast!'

You smile and raise a brow, already suspecting something. Daddy Toji is not much of a morning person. much less when it comes to baby chores...

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

Gojo is always there whenever you change your baby's diaper. He keeps laughing and giggling like a 6 year old, curiously learning from his baby momma how to take care of his little child. His sky blue eyes are staring at your skilled hands, handling your precious little one with infinte care. He keeps smiling in awe, chuckling every time your baby farts and making the funniest faces just to make them giggle.

He takes a million pictures of his baby every day; we're talking his whole camera roll is just his baby's face, cutesy hands, tiny feet, smiling, eating, sleeping on daddy's chest, drooling on his shoulder...the list never ends.

His baby looks so smol when he holds it in his huge hands. He has to bend all the way down just so he could pick them up cause obviously my dude is the tallest man ever.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

He'd take full care of your newborn just to see you rest and relax. He told you to teach him everything he needs to know so that he'd be perfectly fit for his new -and best ever- occupation; your baby father. He's got however only one pet peeve; getting his little one to burp after feeding them.

The reason? He was doing it once, holding the baby while gently patting its back...until he suddenly felt a warm liquid slithering down his shirt - the expensive one you dearly gifted him on your wedding anniversary- and to his surprise it was none other than his little one's vomit dripping down his shoulder...

Now he makes sure you hold a napkin behind him whenever he does it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

He's by far the chillest Daddy EVER. Carries his little one whenever he goes. Gets super jealous when your baby starts calling for you, or wants you to hold them instead of him. He's determined to make them say 'daddy' first, but deep down knows it'd melt his heart when he sees the little version of him utter mommy's name for the first time.

Staying awake at night putting his baby to sleep just so you can get your full nightly rest is something he'd never miss out on. He hates seeing you tired or sleepy and puts both of your needs before anything else.

Daddy Geto is always calm and smiley, no matter how much mess his baby makes or how long it'd take for him to clean it up - sometimes makes you seriously wonder how he manages to be so damn chill all the time.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

For a husband twice your size with four arms and eyes he sure should take most care of your little offspring - He does tbf - His baby is always laying somewhere on his body or at least near him; sleeping against his chest, nibbling on his thumb, drooling on the side of his shoulder or sitting on his huge lap.

He's got a 6th sense whenever it comes to his baby being hungry, thirsty, sleepy or needing anything at all. Instantly knows the reason why his little one is crying and most of the time is very quick to make them happy again.

Absolutely hates poopie smell and calls them a brat whenever he senses their diaper getting heavier. 'Aggh you little runt!' You can't help laughing at him getting overwhelmed with such a tiny thing and start teasing him over it.

𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚

There's nothing that Yuuta loves more than children. He has always wanted to have kids and couldn't wait to create his very first and own one with you. He's in LOVE with seeing you taking care of them; almost admiring every move and every word you say. He smiles like an idiot whenever he sees you holding your baby, breastfeeding them, playing with them or even laying next to them.

His favorite game is to hide somewhere in the house and let his little one look for him. He does it so suddenly and quickly, leaving them puzzled with big round eyes - comes out of his hideaway when they start sobbing and laughs at their little red nose and pouty cheeks.

'Aww why is my little cupcake cryiiing?...Daddy's right here!'

[satoruxx]

thinking about since canonically Geto is more popular with girls than Gojo he’s gotten used to them looking past him to get to Geto but what if Gojo and Geto are out for drinks with the other teachers one night and he gets approached by the reader but he thinks she’s just coming over to ask him for Geto’s number and so he prepares his ‘responsible best friend’ act and then SHE ASKS ABOUT HIM INSTEAD, ALL BLUSHY AND STUFF BECAUSE HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA BRUSH HER OFF

AHH I LOVE HIM SM 😔😔😔

pairing: gojo satoru x reader | 1k words summary: fluff, pining, reader is a simp but same, satoru is a good wingman but he needs attention too, au ig bc suguru's alive LMAO, idiots in love? rheya's note: oh my god shut up this is so cute and YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT??? i can just imagine that he's gotten so used to judging whether or not the person is even worth suguru's attention before deciding to pass on his info...and after a while his brain just defaults to thinking that everyone wants suguru but he FORGETS that there are gojo girlies out there (me asf) !! thanks for the ask nonnie babes i love this idea so so much <33

OK SO

it's obvious that there are quite a few women at the bar eyeing the group. young, attractive teachers spending an evening trying to relax and take their minds off of the stress of jujutsu work. nanami is in deep conversation with shoko about something while ijichi quietly listens. further down the table utahime is quietly sipping her drink while mei mei orders another. shoko makes a comment and suguru bursts into unabashed laughter.

the flush of alcohol dusts over each of their cheeks, but satoru remans the only one who has barely touched his glass, the sting of the bitterness a little too harsh for him to enjoy. he opts for instead letting his eyes roam over the faces in the crowd, taking little notice of all the eyes and smiles sent in their direction.

well until he notices you anyway.

you're already looking in his direction curiously, face illuminated by the dim lighting of the bar as your friends giggle around you. when his eyes lock with yours, you immediately tear your gaze away, trying to play it off by immediately delving into conversation, though satoru can tell that there's a flush crawling up your neck now.

he doesn't look away though, too caught up in the crinkle of your eyes and the smile lines that grace your face as you laugh at something. a minute later you're looking back in their direction, and when you catch him staring, you turn away yet again.

satoru glances to his side, knowing that you're probably watching suguru take a sip of his drink and most likely falling for his charming smile.

typical and so predictable.

some time passes like this. you'll look, and turn away, and satoru will watch you do it over and over again. it isn't until a while later that satoru catches your friends pushing your shoulders and giggling, and he knows that they're urging you to come up and ask about suguru. you're shaking your head, the nervousness clear as day as your brows pinch. but eventually you succumb to peer pressure and stand up from your table, taking anxious strides towards him.

and usually, satoru will make a face or turn his back or do something to look as unapproachable as possible. because almost every person who comes up asking for suguru's contact info has been obnoxious as hell.

but you're quite pretty and you look sweet enough, and he doesn't think it'd be right to deter you.

suguru would probably like you too.

so satoru decides to let you try at least, and if you seem to be as nice as you look maybe he'd bridge the gap between you and his best friend.

you make your way up to him, and as soon as he finally gets a good look at you he's thinking you're a lot prettier up close.

dammit.

"hi," you say, face hot as you try your best to maintain steady eye contact with him. you look so nervous, fidgeting with the fabric of your clothes as you attempt to strike up conversation, and he doesn't have it in him to watch you struggle.

"yeah i can give you his number," he says, voice clipped as he tries to hide the disappointment in it. you watch him grab a napkin and begin scribbling something down, confusion clear as he hands you the digits.

"um…?" you look at the napkin and then at him. "sorry, whose number is this?"

satoru balks, lips parting as he mirrors your confusion. "uh…suguru's? the guy behind me?"

realization dawns on your face and you shift your weight from foot to foot.

"oh actually," you suck your teeth nervously, trying to hide behind an awkward little smile. "i came to talk to you."

satoru can only blink, cerulean eyes widening behind his glasses as he stares at you in surprise.

you take his silence as a bad sign, shoulders dropping and embarrassment settling in your frown as you look anywhere but his face. "s-sorry if that's weird. i don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything so-"

he's grinning before he can stop himself, heart dangerously swelling with affection as he motions toward the empty stool next to him. "not weird at all."

the pleasant surprise on your face makes him bite back a chuckle, and you take the seat. "huh...i wasn't expecting you to be okay with it."

satoru raises a brow curiously, tilting his head. "why not?"

you shrug with a careless grin. "i had a feeling you were gonna brush me off from the moment i first looked over."

satoru winces, and he can practically feel suguru's knowing smirk on his back. he chooses to ignore that for now, eyes trailing over the mirth in your expression, and he can only smile helplessly. "no way in hell."

your laugh comes instantly, sweet and bright, and you take it as a sign to continue talking. satoru listens on, sipping his drink to hide his giddy smile and ignoring the sting of bitterness once again.

honestly, with the amount of sweetness he's just found, satoru would tolerate as much bitterness as he needed to.