#oh sion imagines

[slytherinshua]

APPLES AND PEARS

genre. fluff. secret relationship. farmer au lmao?? warnings. rivalry between families. having to hide a relationship because of bad blood. not proofread. pairing. sion x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. yes this is based on that one couple in my little pony.... fight me they were cute AND IT WAS A CUTE IDEA. also got the idea from @sleepy-wonus's nct wish x mlp moodboard series and sion's mb. divider by @/pommecita.

The rivalry between your family’s pear orchard and the Oh family’s apple orchard went back too far to even count. Generations of tradition went into the planting, pruning, harvesting, and selling of your pears, and you took great pride in it, much like the rest of your family. You would never get tired of the smell of sweet pears, or the process of baking the fresh fruit into pastries. 

Despite how much you liked it, you often found it overwhelming. Your parents had a few strict rules which you had to follow since you were little. There were only two of them, but you had always found them extremely hard to stick to. 

The first rule was to never eat pears from the trees. You were only allowed to have them once they had been sorted through and separated by quality. When you were younger, you despised this one the most. You absolutely loved pears no matter how many you ate. Not being able to pick them fresh off the tree to enjoy was torture.

The second rule was to never talk to the Oh family, and to never cross the property line on the west side of the farm. Around 50 acres of trees grew on your family’s property. When you were younger, you were simply never allowed to travel to the far west side. This only piqued your curiosity about the rivalled apple orchard. 

Your parents always told you that the Oh family were terrible people who had wrongly scammed your family and stolen your precious land (and loyal customers). You wholeheartedly believed them when you were younger and held the same contempt as they did for the ‘apple family’. But were they really as bad as your family insisted?

“Sion! You’re not allowed to climb the tree!” You whisper-shouted in panic, a basket of pears in your hand which you quickly dropped to the ground, “You’re out in the open again! I’m gonna get in trouble.” You whined, running up to the base of the tree and staring up at the boy. He gave you a mischievous smile. 

“If they come around, I’ll hop down and pretend like I was picking apples this entire time.” He grinned, glancing back at the property line where you saw an empty basket he had abandoned. 

Oh Sion. The oldest son of the Oh family, who you first met when you were 14, and soon found out was exactly your age. Who could blame you for being curious about him? You barely saw anyone outside of your family, much less a boy, that too from the one family you were never supposed to talk to. All the rivalry, competition, and loathing that you were supposed to hold for him disappeared as soon as you saw his face.

Now, a few years later, you and him were still keeping up the delicate act of hiding yourselves whenever you met up. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew you had been talking to him, much less kissing him. (He was an excellent kisser, though). 

“Your bosc pears are sweeter this year.” He commented, pointing at the fruit hanging from the branch he was sitting on. You could tell he was fishing for compliments— trying to impress you with his knowledge on the fruit.

“Don’t start acting like a pear expert just because you can finally tell the difference. You didn’t even know there were different types before I told you.” You rolled your eyes, “Get down from the tree. You’re putting stress on the branch.” 

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Sion said gleefully, hopping down to the ground in one smooth motion. 

You stepped forward, caging him in against the tree with one hand, “You want a kiss in return for trespassing on my property?” You raised an eyebrow, amused at his antics.

His eyes twinkled, “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all day.” His hand slipped to your waist, waiting for you to make the move. You leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. Just as your lips touched his and you were met with the sweet taste of apple and cinnamon, you heard a voice drawing nearer. 

You both pulled apart on instinct, and Sion slipped behind the tree and back across the property line without another word. You lamented over the unfortunate timing for a moment before picking up your basket and facing your aunt who had come to ask for your help with the pear butter.

After finishing up the batch of pear butter and peeling and cutting a few baskets of pears, you were finally sent on harvesting duty again. You snuck back to the same tree, hoping that Sion would still be picking apples nearby. It was easy to spot the head of dirty blond against the trees bearing sweet gala apples. 

“No worms got in this year, I hope?” You teased, stepping over the line into the apple orchard. Sion tossed you an apple from the branch.

“See for yourself.”

You smiled, taking a seat on the grass as you watched him work. He was tall, and able to reach the fruit easily. Although he was also lazy, opting to bend the branches down to reach instead of getting a ladder. You bit into the apple, a pleased smile on your face whenever you had the opportunity to break a rule. Sion watched you with a smirk as well, the sentiment shared.

He had been brought up similarly, although not quite as harsh as your parents. Rather than seeing your family as having wronged his, you were painted as lesser and therefore not worth his time. Apples always sold more than pears— the proof was in the fruit, as Sion’s mother said. Sion had always liked pears himself. 

“You owe me for earlier.” He said as he plucked the last apple from the branch. 

“I’m ready to pay up.” You smiled, beckoning him over next to you.

“Good. Because I was feeling a bit cheated.” He plopped down on the ground beside you, shuffling next to you until your knees were touching. You cupped his cheek and drew his face to yours, sighing happily when there were no interruptions to your kiss. 

There were always unanswered questions that came with your relationship with Sion. The simple fact that neither of your parents would ever accept the other often made thinking of the future impossible. So, you lived in the present. You enjoyed every day you saw Sion, and took every opportunity you could to talk to him, hold him, kiss him. You loved him wholeheartedly. 

He pressed his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. The taste of the apple you had just eaten on your tongue made him pull apart to giggle. You tasted like him, and it made his chest feel warm.

“I have the fall fair for a week, you know. I won’t be able to see you.” He mumbled, catching his breath.

“Don’t remind me.” You shushed him of the thought with your lips finding his again, desperately getting your fill of the feeling before you would inevitably be deprived of it again. 

As much as he would’ve liked to stay kissing you for the rest of the day, preparations for the fair separated you two once again. You only had time to give him a couple pears to stash away for the trip before he left. He was busy for the rest of the day, preparing recipes and packaging hundreds of apples into boxes. By the time evening came, he had already left on the long drive to town.

You hated when Sion was away. There were many tasks you could do to keep yourself busy, but your small breaks to talk to him at the edge of the farm kept you motivated unlike anything else. Seeing the empty apple orchard only made you miss him more; so you tried to stay inside the house as much as possible.

Your grandma was working on new quilts for the winter. Most of the fabric had patterns of pears or leaves on them, but you found a random stash of apple related ones as well. Deciding to take up your own sewing project, you started to make a small quilt for Sion (although you told your mother it was just a personal project). 

The days had never gone slower. Although it was peak pear season and the orchard was doing better than ever, you were starting to get sick of pears. When Sion wasn’t there, you quickly grew tired of having to be surrounded by them all the time. They weren’t a source of your pride anymore if everyone else around you already shared it with you.

Two days before he was supposed to return, you found yourself walking over to the property line again. It was evening and the chance of any of your family seeing you by the westside trees that had already been picked was low. You didn’t even try to hide your intention as you crossed over the line, looking for a fresh apple to pick. You just missed him that bad.

“Missed me that much, huh?” 

You startled from the sound of his voice, dropping the apple you had just plucked from the tree out of shock. You turned around and there he was. His face was obscured from the night darkness, but you didn’t even need to see his face to know he was wearing his signature grin. 

You ran into his arms, the feeling of him squeezing you tightly suggesting that he missed you even more than you did. He smelled slightly like pears, and it brought a small smile to your face. 

��Why are you back so early? Did I not give you enough pears to keep you away?” You pulled back from the hug, pushing back some of his hair to better see his face. He was so pretty.

“I ran out by the third day. You should’ve given me a better stock.” He complained. “My parents sent me to catch the honeycrisp harvest on the best day. The timing didn’t work out too well this year, so I volunteered to go back by myself.” He told you, “And maybe I also wanted some more pears.” The whispered afterthought made you giggle. 

For the first time ever, you slipped onto the Oh’s orchard without any fear. You found Sion sitting on the porch, peeling apples by hand with a small knife. He didn’t notice you at first, partly because he was so focused on his task, and partly because you had never dared to come this far onto his family’s farm before. 

“What are you making with those?” You asked as you took a seat beside him.

“Apple sauce. We like to slow cook them for a couple hours, but not too long otherwise it’ll turn out too watery. Never overnight.” He grinned, reaching over to a basket and handing you a knife. “Since you’re here, you might as well help.” 

“I feel like I’m cheating on at least 10 generations of my family.” You commented as you grabbed a fresh apple from the pail at his feet and started peeling away the skin. 

You were a bit clumsy with the knife on the apple. They were much bigger than your pears, not to mention a completely different shape. You definitely didn’t have as much skill in the area as Sion. He finished peeling three apples in the time it took you to just do one. His peels dropped into the compost bucket in one clean long spiral, while yours were scrappy and broken. 

“Hold it like this.” Sion said softly, adjusting your hands so that you steadied the apple with your thumb and cut towards it. You watched him demonstrate how to peel it the best, starting from the top of the apple and finishing at the bottom without breaking the peel once. It was perfectly thin without catching any of the fruit on it. You had to admit that watching him do it so perfectly was hot.

With his guidance, you saw better results immediately, although you would never accomplish his level of over 15 years with just 1 afternoon of practice. Once the apples were peeled, you started to core and cut them into medium sized chunks. You had much more success with it, as you were more used to coring pears. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves went into the pot as seasoning for the fruit. The smell of fall enveloped your senses with sweet and spicy scents. Maybe it was because the same notes were always what Sion lips tasted like, or maybe it was your growing love for any recipe that included apples in it, but you were obsessed with the smell. 

“I should hire you on the farm. Who knew the pear girl would be so good with apples?” Sion teased you once you were done, taking a walk around the orchard together to check on the state of the trees.

“If only our family’s didn’t hate each other.” You mused, letting a sigh leave your lips. You finally had a taste of what it would be like to not have to hide. You knew you would always enjoy any time you spent with Sion, but you didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as you did. 

“It’s a shame. Apples and pears aren’t even that different. They’re better together, in fact.” Sion commented, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed at his hidden meaning, linking your fingers together with his as you neared the pear side of the farm.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping over the line, Sion still standing on his side. You toyed with his fingers, delaying when you would actually have to say goodbye.

“You know where to find me.” He smiled, letting you decide when to finally let go of his hands. 

Like always, saying goodbye was the worst part of the day, for both you and Sion. Being so close to you, yet so separated left a sour taste in Sion’s mouth. He so badly wished he could spend every moment with you, or even help around your family’s farm as well. He was more likely to get a pear to his face than even the slightest chance of your family accepting him. So, he cut his losses when he had to. He still felt grateful for what he had.

He had you. Sion was hopelessly in love with you, a feeling that you shared without hesitance. And that itself was enough for both of you. 

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[wispyxjae]

messy

genre: smut, 18+ mdni

summary: soft dom!sion headcanons, i just love his lips.

cw: soft dom!sion, oral (f receiving), sion is a handsy guy, cheek squishing, fingering in the car, dirty talk.

a/n: i've been overdosing on the wishies for the past 3 weeks and i'm just obsessed w this dude... just know the pic i used of him got the car sex thoughts going... eek. not proofread so lmk if i miss anything!

soft dom!sion who knows you're obsessed with his fat juicy lips. loves kissing you everywhere and watching you get flustered over it.

soft dom!sion whose lips get so so swollen and plump after making out with you... also after eating you out.

soft dom!sion who's a messy eater. the bottom half of his face is just soaked when he's done with you. every time. comes up to kiss you after eating you out too btw.

soft dom!sion who looks up at you with the cutest eye smile all the time because you're so reactive for him and he loooves it.

soft dom!sion who won't give you what you want unless you outright ask. squishes your cheeks together when you don't respond to him. "if you want to cum, don't you have something to say to me, hmm?"

soft dom!sion who's just smiling at you softly while his actions are contrasting. he can be rough or gentle, it really just depends on his mood.

soft dom!sion who's just sometimes a little more Firm with you. it takes a lot for him to turn into a hard dom. very patient with you, very teasing bc of this.

soft dom!sion who has big hands that love touching you everywhere. his hands are always touching you and grabbing at you wherever he can reach.

soft dom!sion who's an ass and thigh type of guy. doggy style is a favorite position of his for this reason.

soft dom!sion who forces your thighs apart while he's giving you head. hums into your pussy, like trying to say "nuh uh" at you closing your legs, but it's just hums that send chills down your spine.

soft dom!sion who loves car sex... imagine him in a leather jacket, one hand steering and the other is gripping your thigh. somehow his hands find their way inside your pants and tease you over your panties.

soft dom!sion who would make you fuck yourself on his fingers while he does nothing and just watches... yeah.

soft dom!sion who feels around the wet patch and tsks at you. “look at you getting so wet for me and i've barely even touched you...”

soft dom!sion who slides a finger over your clothed clit once and when you gasp and buck your hips he's reveling in it, chuckling darkly. “oh baby, you’re gonna ruin your panties” but he doesn't really care, it’s what he wanted.

a/n: i have so much more to say about this but i'll make another post for a Specific Kink i have in mind with sion... hehe

tags: @rikupid and @sminiac thank you for letting me bounce the craziest most insane onriyu ideas off of you guys mwah ♡

[markiemelon]

sion with a babyfever gf!reader text A NEED

BABY FEVER TEXTS WITH SION

🍈: Hi anon! ty for your request! I triedddd lmao

genre. fluff, crack

pairings. sion x gf!reader

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*lmk if you wanna be added to this smau taglist or my permanent taglist to know when I post!

[viasdreams]

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sion crushing on you after your debut !!

a/n: hello nct wish nation!! 🌟

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[4doras]

달빛도 잠든 사이 시작된 나의 story ೃ࿔

[00127am]

signed with love and forever yours, sion

postage. oh sion & gn! reader, no warnings! cost to ship. 588 words

it's the one year anniversary of the forty-second time i saw you. the time at the wharf. when the wind was blowing your hair back out of your face and you clutched your friends jacket tighter around your shoulders. a jacket i wish was mine. a jacket that i later found to wish was my embrace. it was cold that day, raining and with a wind that was quick to kick up the smell of salt from the ocean. you said it was your favorite weather. your favorite smell. sea salt and rain. my favorite everything is you.

if i told sakuya or ryo about the forty-second time i saw you, i'm sure they would do nothing but tease. laugh at the fact that i know each and every moment spent with you, those before our relationship (like the forty-second), those in the interim (the sixtieth), and those after (like the ninety-third). they would say it's cheesy and that there is no way that i can remember every encounter. but i do, when it comes to you. because if i didn't, if i couldn't, then i'm not sure that there would be much else worth remembering.

i've always been forgetful. you know this. constantly grabbing my keys and turning off the lights from each room i enter (each room that i forget why i'm in in the first place). and i hate it. you know this as well. because i find it cruel that we can forget things so easily. i hate forgetting beautiful things. i hate forgetting you. and that's why every second spent with you, thinking about you, is committed to perfect recollection. so i'll never have to forget the most beautiful part of my life and you won't hold the responsibility of reminding me (though you do remind me with every thing you do).

i'm looking forward to seeing you. our two hundred and ninetieth time meeting. and i pity everyone else who fails to cement every moment spent with you. because i revisit them all.

about sion's love letters.

sion's letters are carefully planned with clear, elegant cursive and tidy breaks in paragraphs. he writes them slowly, thoughtfully, in one sitting from start to finish. there's the rare spelling mistake or misuse of a word which he scribbles out, the only flaw on the page. every prose reads sweet, lovingly, and you can hear it in his voice. from his lovesick lilt to the low roll of his vowels from the back of his throat.

he writes in a diary, circling around and underneath fawning, preserved flowers and sparse junk that he presses in between the pages. items and scraps from his daily life that only he would be able to make so beautiful, sticking to the creases of the pages and hanging off ever word. when he sends them to you, he sends you the entire book so that you can read his latest entry (and the five or seven which came before it, additionally new, because he can't seem to stop writing for you).

sion's always looking forward to when you send it back to him. he loves your scribbled drawings and notes within the margins. the way you highlight certain phrases of his and fill at least three pages with all of your endearing love in return. he looks forward to flipping through the things you added, whether that be a bookmark, an order tab, or a candy wrapper. his diary is filled with pieces of love from both you and him, his most prized possession.

your mailbox

🧾 © 00127am 2024

[fyodior]

pure fluff, a little bit of crack. the baby fever is so bad guys. send help. fem!reader // divider by @adornedwithlight

only one kid. that’s what you and toji decided long before there were ever rings on your fingers. only one. enough to scratch the itch of procreating, but not so much that you were drowning in nothing but childcare for the rest of your lives. and you were okay with that! both of you loved your sweet, adorable daughter more than anything in the world, and couldn’t imagine loving anything or anyone more than her. she was quite the handful too, especially in the beginning - she really took after her father - so it reinforced the notion of one and done for both of you. having a family of 3 felt more than enough, and you had never desired to change that.

but. but. she was almost 3 now. and that itch, that undeniable itch, began to rear its ugly head again. every time you tried to deny it, tried to convince yourself that you were fine with just one, your mind played rosy red scenarios of two beautiful kids growing up together by your and toji’s side. the yearning for another newborn in your arms was becoming unbearable.

a plan was necessary though - if you just popped the proposal of another baby to toji out of nowhere, the “no” would come at you at supersonic speed. the love and adoration he had for your daughter was immense, but she was enough for him. so, you had to come at it methodically. and for that, you needed to employ the one person in the world toji could never say no to.

you had been coaching her for at least 30 minutes at this point. the plan wasn’t convoluted, but needed preparation. she’d present him with an adorable gift, butter him up, and ask the daunting question. if only she truly understood the task you were putting her up to.

under the ruse of playing outside during a sunny summer day, you helped your daughter pick out a few flowers from the garden before sending her back inside, phase one of the mission in action. you stayed in the kitchen, hidden but still able to listen in.

toddling into the living room where toji was flipping through TV channels on the couch, your wonderfully innocent daughter giggles as she holds out the makeshift bouquet in her hand.

“look what i made for you, da-da,” she grins brightly, presenting the flowers to him with pride.

toji gasps before smiling softly, accepting the bouquet from her little fists and takes a big whiff, making a scene of it to make her giggle.

setting the flowers down, he pulls her into his lap. “these are beautiful, sweetheart, where did you find them?”

“the garden ou’side,” she giggles. “daddy likes them?”

“daddy loves them,” he assures with a fat kiss to her forehead. “where’s mama?”

“still playing,” she responds, mostly as she was instructed to. it’s a bit curt, but still got the point across. “daddy, i have ques-sion.”

“and i might have an answer.”

“when can i have brother or sissy? like my friends at school?” she asks oh-so innocently, referring to the other kids at her daycare.

toji frowns, sighing as he rubs her back. “sweetheart…” he starts, unsure of how to answer. “mommy and daddy only wanted one baby - you are more than enough for us, okay?” he places another soft kiss to her chubby cheek.

she frowns and tugs at his t-shirt. “i wan’ a sister,” she pouts. “so does mommy.”

toji raises a brow. he knows you well enough to quickly put two and two together. “oh? mommy does too? did she put you up to this?” your little minion immediately breaks, breaking out in adorable giggles.

“nuh-uh,” she responds, still trying to remain in character. the smile on your face hurts at this point.

“why doesn’t mommy come out from where she’s hiding, hm?” toji calls, bouncing your daughter on his lap.

meekly, you peek your head around the corner before emerging with palms held up.

“you caught me, you caught me,” you sigh, walking dejectedly towards your little family. plucking your daughter out of his lap, you settle her on your hip.

“we got caught, mama,” your daughter pouts, burying her head in your chest. you just laugh, patting the back of her head.

“you did absolutely wonderfully, my love,” you assure her.

toji rolls his eyes and breathes out before standing up and wrapping an arm around his little family.

“what am i gonna do with you two, hm?” he chuckles. “scheming and plotting like this against me, i’ll never survive.”

you bite your lip. “what if… we made that three?” you offer. “what are you gonna do with us three?” you attempted, grasping at straws at this point.

toji groans softly before laughing, ruffling the soft hair of your daughter. “you really want another, huh?”

for the first time, you offer him a very genuine look. “i do. i really do,” you nod. toji’s heart pangs.

“maybe.” he finds himself saying.

you gasp, making him laugh. “really?”

he coaxes your daughter out from where she still had her to pinch her cheek gently, making her giggle.

“if both my favorite girls want it, i guess i have to, hm?”

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 39

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex (but there's plot this time I swear)

Fu-sion Ha!

"As far as Kid's punishments go, this isn't the worst," Heat offered.

You were stripping off your pants in a supply closet. "Oh yeah since cumming on the deck in front of everyone because it feels like you're getting fucked in the ass is fantastic!" You bitched at him sarcastically. 

"Maybe no one noticed." His usual frown twitched up in a smile. 

You paused to stare at him. "Heat. I think they noticed." He managed to pin you, only because Kid was fucking interfering, and by the time he put his forearm across your throat Kid had worked you up so much that you failed to conceal your eyes rolling back and your hands gripping the front of Heat's corset. And the way you cried out was just a little too enthusiastic to be from pain. 

"I had half a boner the whole time if that's any consolation."

You tugged your shirt off. "You must not pay attention because everyone has at least half a boner when they spar with me. Usually after I get their head locked between my thighs." You smirked. 

Heat pushed you up against the wall. "I'm only not paying attention because I'm imagining it's me there instead." 

You rolled your eyes. "Wow, what a charmer." 

He picked your legs up on either side of him, pressing your back into the wall for support. He had his pants down far enough to free his cock, which was now pressed up against your stomach. You looked down, checking to see that his half boner was now a full one, as it should be. Was it a requirement to have a big dick to be an officer? You lifted your self slightly so he could direct his cock to your entrance. He let you move first, so you could sink down on it at your own pace. You sucked a hiss through your teeth. Your cunt was already twitching around him, made sensitive from your untimely orgasm earlier. If he was worked up as much as you, this wouldn't be long. Heat leaned in a way where he could get a better view of where your bodies were joined, watching for a minute before pressing a thumb to your clit. You were impressed that he was holding you up with one arm, even if some of your weight was supported by the wall. You watched his length pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. 

Without warning, the door to the supply closet opened, revealing one of the rookies. "I- sorry I- j-just needed a m-mop." His face was so red it was nearly purple.

"If you don't shut that fucking door, I'm going to cut off your head, shove a handle in it, and mop the deck with your hair," you snarled at him. The door slammed shut before you finished saying the last word.

Heat pressed you harder against the wall, increasing his pace, and biting your neck. "You're sexy when you threaten people," he mumbled against your skin.

"You're ngh-next if you don't m-make me cum."

Heat grunted in acknowledgement. He grabbed your hips and brought your pelvis down hard on his own, until there was a steady stream of curses tumbling from your lips. Heat licked his lips and pressed them against your own. He brought his hand up to your throat and squeezed, remembering how much you liked when Killer did it and how you came when he put his forearm across your neck during your sparring. You groaned into his mouth. Heat didn't think you knew you were doing it, but your nails were leaving angry red stripes down his back. 

"H-Heat." You didn't have to say anything else. Your glassy eyes and head lolling back told him you were almost there. That look alone had him cumming. You felt his cock throb as he unloaded in you. Fuck it was hot to watch him unravel like that. Feeling the wetness leak onto your thighs, your own orgasm washed over you. Heat grunted as your pussy milked him for all his was worth. He stayed buried in you with his head nestled in your neck until his dick started to soften. You were definitely going to have to get new panties with the amount of cum that was dripping down your legs. 

Both of you got dressed, leaving the supply closest in a much more relaxed state than you had been in when you entered. "By the way," you told Heat, "I would have won in normal circumstances." 

He laughed. "Guess we'll need a rematch." He reached to smooth some of your hair that had gotten wild. 

"Heat, have you been in there this whole fucking time?" Wire walked up, looked pissed. "What the fuck were you doing?" He looked between the two of you and answered for himself. 

"Inventory," Heat said quickly.

"Fucking," you said at the same time. You looked at Heat and then at Wire. You cleared your throat, "Multitasking." 

"'Multitask' on your own time." Wire put it in air-quotes. 

Heat punched him in the arm. "You're just jealous."

"If you need me to help you with inventory some time, let me know," you ventured, unsure if you and Wire were on joking terms yet. 

Wire's face turned red and he quickly spun on his foot to retreat to the helm. "Get to work, assholes!" 

Kid found you and Heat later to release you both from his torment. Then, the rest of the day, you spent cleaning every barrel on the ship, gun and cannon alike. When you finally finished with everything, you went to the galley to help Killer. You hadn't really seen him all day and you wanted to. Was it weird that you sought his attention? Not even for anything nefarious, you simply liked being around his calm presence. When you got to the galley, he wasn't there yet. You busied yourself with the usual prep work. This time, you cheated. You don't know why you didn't think of it sooner. All the veggies were cut into perfect cubes thanks to your devil fruit. Killer was never going to buy that you did it by hand. 

In your boredom waiting for him, you decided to play with your powers some more. You grabbed an apple and a banana. First, you turned the apple into a banana and took an experimental bite. Banana. Then you turned the banana into an apple and tried that too. Next, you decided to combine them. You ended up with a banana-shaped fruit with shiny red skin like an apple. It had a texture that was somewhere in between the two and it tasted like a mixture as well. You were contemplating the implications of this new use when Killer finally showed up. 

"Oh! Hi Y/N." Killer sounded like he was surprised by your presence in a good way. His attention was immediately on the veggies you prepped. "Either your knife skills have improved exponentially or you used your fruit." 

"I might have." You showed him the fruit you created. "Behold. A banapple." 

He inspected it, taking a piece and eating it through the holes on his mask. "You made this?" 

For the next hour, Killer was handing you different foods to combine, to see what would happen. He was a little giddy. This new trick had recipes forming in his brain left and right. You indulged him in whatever he asked. He looked so cute when he was excited about food. The same way Kid looked cute when he talked about his inventions. The only indication of the passage of time was the sound of stomping speedily approaching.

"WHY THE FUCK DO I NOT SMELL FOOD COOKING?" Kid wasn't sure what he walked in on. Every flat surface in the galley had some form of edible monstrosity on it. "What the fuck?" His face instantly turned from irritation to bewilderment. 

As Kid stood in the doorway, a reddish-brown muzzle appeared between his knees, snorting angrily, mirroring Kid's own feelings. The nose at the end of the muzzle twitched as it picked up intriguing new smells. The pig behind the muzzle was so allured by these smells that she threatened to topple Kid over her back when she pushed through his legs to get closer. He moved forward with her, afraid of getting a tusk right up the as. Or worse: an impaled ball.

Killer threw one of the hybrids to him. "Eat that." 

Kid looked at it dubiously. "What the fuck is it?" It looked like a strawberry, but it was bluish-purple. He popped it into his mouth. "Some kind of weird berry?"

"Strawblerry." 

"Blawberry."

You and Killer looked at each other. "We're workshopping the name."

Kid was possibly more confused than he was when he first walked in. "Workshop my fuckin dinner and then ya can do whatever science shit yer doin." He was too damn hungry to care about whatever dumb shit you two were doing. He left to go sit in his spot at the table and grumble until food appeared in front of him. 

Killer cooked faster than you had ever seen him do it before. He even had you sit out because you would "slow him down". For a big guy, he was light on his feet and zipped around the galley easily, throwing things together. You enjoyed watching him. His long blond hair bounced with every step he took and you were not immune to the way his ass sat in his jeans. You couldn't see his face, but you could imagine what it looked like as he was deep in focus. He was trying to get done as soon as he could so he could get back to experimenting with your power. You could have guessed that's why he was moving so quickly, though it was made obvious when he couldn't stop thinking out loud about what to try next. 

While he did that, you were thinking about the implications of being able to fuse living things, organic matter. This is what you wanted to test next. You didn't have the heart to try anything on the sweet little mice that ran around the ship, but with the impending clashes, you could take more prisoners. The thought made you smile. You sat on the counter, after clearing it of your creations, swinging your legs. Patiently, you listened to Killer while he cooked. At several points, he came at you with a spoon of something, pulled down your chin, shoved whatever it was into your mouth, and then closed it for you, barely waiting for your opinion of it before returning to the stove. You weren't against him feeding you. Everything he touched was delicious. And it was kind of hot. 

He handed you a plate, "Can you go give this to Kid?" 

You took it from him. "Do I look like a waitress?" Still, you did what Killer asked and unceremoniously dropped Kid's plate on the table in front of him. Before you could walk away, his armed snaked around your waist and pulled you into his lap. "Hey!"

"Shut up! If I want ya on my knee while I eat, yer gonna sit on my knee while I eat." Kid shoved a forkful of food in his mouth. With less of an edge to his voice, he added, "I haven't gotten to talk to ya in a while." 

You would have put up a fight if there were other crew around, but no one had rung the dinner bell yet, so it was only you and Kid. And Mini under the table. "What are you talking about?" Your eyebrows knit together. "We literally fucked the other day." 

"That's not what I meant." Kid looked down at his plate and pretended to pick out a good piece for his next bite. His pale complexion left his light blush nowhere to hide. "Talk. Have a conversation. Since ya fixed the hole I haven't seen much of ya around." 

"I would classify what we do as bantering or arguing before I call it a conversation." 

"Did I do somethin?" 

"I don't understand what you're asking." What was with Kid? This was not a side you had seen before. 

"To make ya fix the wall. Did I really irritate ya enough to push ya to fix it?" 

"You're constantly irritating. If that was the driver, it would have been fixed same day." You added, "I had to fix it because people won't feel comfortable telling me about personal issues, if there's a gaping hole with their captain on the other side." You poked him in the chest. 

He grunted. 

You studied his face, which seemed, not sad, some other thing. Let down? Disappointed? Sulky? "Eustass Kid," a smirk crawled across your face, "are you trying to say that you miss seeing me?"

The expression fled his face and was replaced with a haughty one. "Of course not! As yer captain it's my duty to check up on everyone." He angrily shoveled more food in his maw. 

"Oh? So then should I get Killer to come sit on your lap next? Do you need to check up on him, too?" You were bounced off his lap when he kicked his knee up.

"Go finish helping Killer!" 

You rolled your eyes. People started to trickle in, their growling stomachs telling them it was almost time. You returned to Killer and helped him set out food. The two of you ate in the galley, alternating bites of food with practicing your devil fruit. Killer was so animated as he went on and on about how many different things you could probably do, all kitchen related. This is one of the moments where you would have liked to see his face. You bet his smile was wide and his sapphire eyes were shining with eagerness. After the food was long gone, and the mess hall long cleared, you realized how much time had passed. 

You yawned. "Hey, Kil, I'm kinda tired." You had a long day, the sparring, Heat, cleaning, helping Killer. 

He scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. I didn't realize how late it was." You imagined that there was a blush on his face, but couldn't tell for sure past his mask.

"It's ok. You were so enthusiastic, I didn't want to stop you." Your eyelids were heavy. "But I think I'm spent."

"Thanks for indulging me." 

"Anything for you, Massacre Soldier Killer." You grinned at him, half-sarcastic. You really did enjoy seeing him like this though. 

He stood there silently, like he was debating something. This time you knew he was blushing because it spread down his neck and he was fidgeting with his hands. "Why don't you come to my room?" He promptly added, "You might wake up the girls if you go back to the women's quarters.... You don't want to see Dive on lack of sleep." 

You were going to say something crass but decided against it. "Good idea, Killer." You knew full well that he knew you were more than capable of sneaking in somewhere quietly. Both he and Kid had been acting so strangely, asking you things in roundabout ways instead of being direct, as they had been before. So Killer could interrogate you but couldn't ask if you wanted to spend the night with him? So Kid could be a gaping asshole and try to kill you multiple times but was too shy to ask if you wanted to hang out? What the fuck was going on? At least Heat was being normal.

As was the routine, Killer gave you one of his old shirts to sleep in. You planned on keeping your hands to yourself anyway, though you wouldn't have the chance to fool around with him because you fell asleep almost instantly. When you awoke, Killer's hand was splayed out on your stomach again, thumb slowly rubbing the soft skin underneath, indicating he was already awake. You rolled halfway to see his bright blue eyes staring back at you. You wondered how long he had been awake. Usually he went right to the kitchen when he woke up.

"Mornin," you sounded groggy. You stared at his face, remembering what it looked like when he was half-dead on the beach compared to now. "I know you have your reasons, but I wish you wouldn't cover this up." You rolled completely to face him, putting a hand on his cheek, then brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "If anyone should cover their face, it should be me," you laughed sleepily.

He reached out to touch the scar on your face, retracting his hand when you flinched away.

"I'm sorry." You didn't see hurt in his face, nor pity. "It's a reflex. It reminds me of too many bad memories. Makes me sick to my stomach if it's touched." 

He nodded with understanding. "Do you think...maybe one day you would tell me what happened?" If he was to know more, maybe he would come to understand you even better.

You looked down. "I don't know," you said softly. 

"Hey. Forget I said anything." His voice was reassuring. "Don't think about that right now." 

"I want to." You said after a while. "to tell you I mean." You had never openly talked about it, not even to yourself when you were alone for those years on the island. It might relieve you of some of the anguish to tell someone. You felt safe with Killer, emotionally safe. You don't think you could ever tell Kid. He was too unpredictable when it came to stuff like that. He had his kind moments, but in his anger, you didn't trust him not to use it against you. Killer would never do that. "When I'm ready." You smiled weakly at him. 

"Of course." Killer appeared pensive. "I don't like my smile," he blurted out. His face immediately turned tomato red and cleared his voice. "I wear the mask because I don't like my smile. I don't like my laugh and I don't like my smile." He let out a deep breath. 

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect him to actually tell you what his reasons were. He had told you about the laugh already, but not the smile. "You don't have to like it." You smiled warmly at him. "Because I like it enough for both of us." The fact that he let himself be vulnerable meant a lot to you. He continued to stare at you and you could feel your face burning.

Abruptly, Killer closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you. His lips were gentle and warm and softer than you remembered. His hand rested on your hip and pulled you closer. It slid up your back to your neck, pulling you in to deepen the kiss. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slide past yours. He flipped you so that he was above you now, pressing his weight into you. You moaned, feeling his erection through his underwear rubbing against your bare slit. Killer sucked at your neck, rutting against you slowly. You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him harder against you. He removed your shirt, then his underwear. His cock brushed against your leg.

"Killer!" There was a frantic knock at his door. "We have a problem." 

He looked at you with a pained expression. If it weren't for the panic to their voice, he would have told them to fuck right off. "Later?"

You sighed and nodded. You had waited this long, what's a few more hours. Your heart was racing in your chest. Why did you have butterflies like you were about to lose your virginity? Maybe because no one had denied you for this long. It felt new and different? You moved slower than he did, but got dressed to see what the issue was. It better be good to twat swat you like this. You groaned.

Next Chapter

[oh-three]

Ahsoka Ep8:

Idk, I think I might've been wrong about Enoch being a droid.

"Even I fell victim to the heroics of a single Jedi. Never again." You better hope.

WHY ARE THEY STEPPING TOWARD HER, THAT'S SO CREEPY.

Damn, okay, that was cool. Morgan is a true Nightsister now (as if she wasn't before).

Oooh, blade of Talzin.

The Jedi, the Witch, and the Warlord over here sounding like The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe 🤔

Why did they have to stay with the Noti again?

AYYY, EZRA'S MAKING HIMSELF A LIGHTSABER.

Ezra and Huyang 😂

SABINE MENTIONED KANAN.

HUYANG CALLED HIM CALEB.

THAT IS THE SAME PIECE KANAN HAD.

I like how Huyang just happened to have a little lightsaber workshop in the ship.

Ohhhh, so, Ahsoka was worried about Sabine ending up like Anakin. Now that makes sense.

Ahsoka & Sabine bonding ❤

"Being a Jedi isn't about wielding a lightsaber." HEY, KANAN SAID THAT.

NOW THAT WAS A COOL MOVE. Rip ship

NO, THEY'RE LEAVING HUYANG. How's Huyang going to connect with purrgil??!?

Oooh, so the Eye of Sion is gonna connect to the Chimaera like a hyperspace ring.

"He woke up the witches". They were WAITING for him???

"Rain hellfire upon them." REBELS FINALE REFERENCE. "There'll be no negotiating with the apprentice of Anakin Skywalker." Coward.

You know things're getting real when Sabine's put the helmet on.

Holy shit, Ezra and Sabine almost got crushed into oblivion.

Thrawn being ominous. I wanna see this.

OH NO. THEY'RE CHANTING.

OMG YES. THE NIGHT TROOPERS ARE UNDEAD NOW.

RUN.

So, these stormtroopers were told they were gonna die, be brought back as zombies, and were OKAY with it? Damn, they've got guts. Fucking awesome btw.

"What's you excuse?" Lmao. Exile, maybe? Just a guess.

Thrawn telling Morgan to stay behind to buy time. I'm kinda surprised she's okay with it ngl.

Ezra hearing the zombies and saying "fuck this have some more door".

MORGAN-AHSOKA REMATCH.

Oh my god. I just realized. Ahsoka is gonna get left behind because she stayed back to keep Morgan away.

AYYY, THERE YOU GO, SABINE. CONGRATS ON YOUR GREATEST FORCE ACHIEVEMENT. AND ON NOT GETTING EATEN.

WAIT NO.

DID EZRA JUST GET RESCUED TO BE FORCED TO LEAVE BEHIND HIS RESCUERS.

THERE GOES A LIGHTSABER.

Oh, Morgan's voice echoes now too.

SABINE, NO.

OH AND THERE GOES MORGAN. RIP.

Ezra over here impersonating stormtroopers like the old days.

Yeah, please don't forget the helmet, Sabine.

HUYANG, THANK GOD.

I thought for sure they were getting left behind 😭

Watch Ahsoka catch up to Thrawn because he's making a speech.

"Today victory is mine."

AND THEY WERE STILL LEFT BEHIND. THEY WERE SO CLOSE. 😭

Wait until Thrawn finds out Ezra managed to tag along again Lmfao.

MORAI. MORAI SPOTTED.

Omg, I totally forgot about Shin and Baylan.

Oooh, Shin and her marauder tribe. I can imagine her having a clan-war (in a sense) with Ahsoka, Sabine, and the Noti.

UH, HELLO, THOSE ARE THE MORTIS GOD STATUES.

Hey, maybe the caskets are just stasis chambers.

HERA AND EZRA REUNION.

"Hi, Hera. I'm home." 😭

Dude, he's gonna have to tell her that Ahsoka and Sabine didn't make it. 😭

"It's time to move on." DON'T SAY THAT. MY HEART'S ALREADY BROKEN BY YOU TWO GETTING STUCK HERE NOW.

OG Ahsoka theme ❤

OH MY GOD, HELLO AGAIN, ANAKIN.

[slytherinshua]

LIFELONG (COFFEE) ADDICT

genre. fluff. warnings. jokes about addiction. and brief marriage mention. sion is so whipped. not proofread. pairing. sion x reader. wc. 572. request. requested by anon for #21: "when I’m with you everything else goes away.” a/n. i swear in every wish behind this man is drinking another cup 😟 he's just like me 😭 the coffee addiction goes hard.

“I’m going to marry you one day.” Sion sighed dreamily as he wrapped his arms around your waist, whispering the affectionate remark close to your ear. You giggled at his sentiment, finding his morning clinginess to be one of his infinite attractive traits. Your boyfriend always looked forward to the days off work when he could stay with you, partly because he could never get enough of your company, and partly because the coffee you made was almost as addictive as your lips. 

He felt that way now as well, the first morning he was back in your cosy apartment, holding you closer than ever as the smell of freshly ground coffee beans reached his nose. Although he still had much more to do that morning before he was ready for the day— he still had to change out of his pyjamas and tackle the birds nest that was the current state of his hair— he allowed himself to rest completely against you, warm cheek rested on your shoulder as his arms squeezed your waist.

“You say that often these days. Do you really miss me that much?” You asked him back as you poured the kettle of boiling water over the grounds in slow circular motions. You had been dating Sion since before he debuted, and the busy schedules he had now certainly put more distance between you two than he was used to.

“All the time. But, when I’m with you, everything else goes away.” He told you softly. Sion was more than excellent at his job, and you could tell how much he loved what he did. He got to perform on big stages and work with his best friends. There were definitely more pros than cons to his job, and he would never even think about doing something else. But one of the biggest cons was the stress and distance. 

You were his way to destress and relax his mind so that when he got back to work, he could lead his members in the best way possible. You could always feel how much weight he was carrying, and all the burdens that he had to face head on. But, thankfully, Sion was easy to please, and didn’t expect you to carry any of his responsibilities. Simply being with you was enough to give his body a reset. That, and tasting your coffee, of course.

“You’ve seriously never thought of opening a coffee shop?” Sion asked, a hint of shock in his voice.

“Never. I don’t think I’d like serving customers that much. You’re the only one who’s tolerable.” You joked, mirroring Sion’s grin. He finished his cup of coffee in the time it took you to only start sipping yours. Naturally, you stood up to serve him a second cup.

“You’re such an addict, Sion.” You giggled at how excited he still got as you placed down the refilled mug. He looked simply adorable, still in his pyjamas with messy hair and puffy face. 

“I know already. Coffee, sleep, and you. The 3 biggest addictions of my life.” He said it proudly, smirking slightly at your shy smile at his addition.

“Someone needs to put you in rehab.” You brushed back some of his hair, revealing his forehead as a clear target for your kiss. 

“Not for you.” He stated clearly, drawing the line for which addictions he could go without. “I hope I’m a lifelong addict.” 

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[markiemelon]

could you maybe write sion situationship texts?

HI ANON! thanks so much for your request, this one was so fun, I hope you enjoy LOL

SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS WITH SION

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[dream-meister-translations]

WELCOME TO THE TOY MARKET SION AFFECTION #1

━

Fairberg, the Land of Toys, The Toy Market

One afternoon, we ran out of balloons during the Toy Market so Sion and I went out to buy more.

EMMA : They weren't exaggerating when they said this was the Land of Toys. There are so many cute balloons in all different shapes and colors!

SION : Right, that's how they get you. But don't you think you're buying too many? Star shaped balloons, heart shaped balloons, you're really getting carried away...

EMMA : But if I don't snatch them all up now, they'll sell out before I get a chance! Besides, even you bought balloons shaped like cats!

SION : They're for practising light magic... More complex shapes require more concentrated magic to illuminate properly....

EMMA : (So why do I feel like that's got nothing to do with it?)

Before I could ask, a playhouse on display in the storefront caught my eye. 

SION : Huh? What’s wrong?

EMMA : Nothing's wrong, Sion, just feeling a little nostalgic, that's all. I was wondering if kid's still play with toys like these. 

SION : With playhouses? They are very well made these days…

EMMA : You have an older sister, don't you, Sion? Did you ever play make believe with her?

SION : ...As a child, I don't know, but then I don't exactly remember much of anything back then.

EMMA : Aww!! I wish I could’ve seen you guys back then. You must have been so cute!

SION : What about any of that’s cute? This isn’t one of those interpersonal things, is it?

EMMA : Um, what?

SION : Sorry, I'm a little cynical these days… Some single celled organisms around here say I have a fractured personality…

EMMA : Oh, God, no, that's not what I meant at all...!!

SION : I don't know. I've not really thought about it, but I guess...

SION : I... Think I wanna see what you were like as a kid, too. I imagine you weren't that much different from now...

EMMA : ...Does that mean you think I'm immature?

SION : You can interpret that however you want.

SION : Come on, we should go. It'll get crowded before you know it.

EMMA : Hey, w-wait a minute--!!

EMMA : ("You can interpret that however you want", huh?)

EMMA : (I guess that means we both wanna get to know each other better. But... Does he really feel the same way?)

Interrupting my own train of thought, I became faintly aware that I was just staring at a blushing Sion, the red of his cheeks reaching his ears...

[yazzydream]

Too Flawless (Gojo Satoru Playlist)

I made a Gojo playlist not to long ago... and then more playlists for other characters too. Lol. Anyway, thought I’d share it now. → [Spotify Link]

1. Mada Minu Ashita ni (Into the Unseen Tomorrow) - Asian Kung-Fu Generation Chosen by Gege Akutami.

[...] We who are presently here Yes, to an unseen tomorrow No matter how sad the ending awaiting us is Let's call it Hope

2. Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic Because I'm a cliche.

Oh my, it feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die All I know is everybody loves me Head down Swingin' to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me

3. YES MOM - Tessa Violet Lyrics are pretty self-explanatory. But specifically, some imagery of Gojo's "honored one" scene comes to mind.

Bet you've been a fan of me See me in your fantasies Everything I got, I got working for me so Eat that, peep that I'm the one to beat, yeah [...]

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20/20 vision with ambition's how I'm made I can't keep from winning when it's in my DNA Push me down and I bounce right back Trampoline and it's in my past Rising like a phoenix making fire from the ash, yeah

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God, it's such a treat Just getting to be me Spending all my time on what I want Looking in the mirror I'm so glad I'm here [...]

4. Without Me - Eminem Gojo is a headache everyone wouldn't miss. Especially those higher ups in jujutsu society.

So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me

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Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me

5. Can I Get a Witness - SonReal Some meme songs are really too good.

No, I ain't too flawless and no, I ain't the best And no, I don't say sorry and no, I ain't perfect But I am the man, I am the man Shots fired

6. Trust Issues - Emei I mean, Gojo has this whole grand ambition to change all of jujutsu society because he doesn't trust the ones who do control it. (For good reason.)

Calling them incompetent 'cause I might need control Recovering perfectionist, I'm learning to let go

7. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer POV: The singer talking about Gojo. Reminded of that one comment Akutami made about how he can't imagine Gojo being sincere to a woman specially.

Fight so dirty but your love's so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go

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Call me in the morning to apologize Every little lie gives me butterflies Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

8. comedy - Sion Inspired by that one color spread of Gojo and Getou standing as a manzai duo.

No way, tell me this is just a part Of a comedy TV show or a prank You told me, yeah, that we'll only have to laugh My eyes are sweating in regret, so please explain Oops, I did it again If they don't let me play, they all go away Hey, we're friends 'til the end Be mine or it ends You just can't keep a good guy down

9. hot girl bummer - blackbear Honestly, Gojo vibes~✨ And that one line about how he can't be boxed in is too perfect.

Fuck you and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too Fuck you and you, and you This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum This that hot girl bummer 2-step They can't box me in, I'm too left This that drip that's more like oceans They can't fit me in a Trojan [...]

10. Drugs (feat. blackbear) - UPSAHL

So, you say you're moving out of state Soon as you graduate... interesting (yeah) Anyway, you're leaving Need a hug? Okay then Call me up, no, thanks man

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[...] So just stop the faking Not for here for nameless faces Pointless talkin', conversations [...]

11. High Enough - K.Flay Gojo reaching enlightenment.

I used to like liquor to get me inspired But you look so beautiful, my new supplier I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking But I found a different buzz The world is a curse it'll kill if you let it I know they got pills that can help you forget it They bottle it, call it medicine But I don't need drugs

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Cause I'm already high enough […]

12. STRUT - EMELINE Gojo Satoru, shameless human dumpster fire.

They say I'm tragically obsessed Hot mess, God forbid, I'm getting what I like Every night, make 'em livid All these saints are watching me My sex life like TMZ You're welcome, bitch, the show is free I don't do the walk of shame, I strut (strut) [...]

13. you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish Gojo's just biding his time.

Bite my tongue, bide my time Wearing a warning sign Wait 'til the world is mine Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size Fell for these ocean eyes You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by, one by one, one by, one by [...]

14. Kid in a Candy Store - JoJo Siwa Obligatory ode to Gojo's love of sweets. 🍭

I don't need no money, just a little bit of honey Got a jellybean heartbeat keeping me hungry Chocolate and vanilla with a strawberry swirl I'll never sugarcoat it, I'm my own kinda girl

15. Candyman - Christina Aguilera

[...] There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop He's a sweet talkin', sugar-coated candyman A sweet-talkin' sugar-coated candyman

16. IV. Sweatpants - Childish Gambino Gojo is that rich kid asshole.

[...] I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (Why) Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain (Whyyy) Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you [...]

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I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade And I don't give a fuck about my family name

17. Villain - Bella Poarch

I don't know why I'm like this, I'd love to piss you off Something in my psychosis finds it a little hard I always got good intentions, you tell me I saved your life But I'm craving your attention (and you know that I've got two sides)

18. Gojo Flow - DizzyEight, Mix Williams A song written specifically for Gojo. There’s a bunch of these on Spotify, but only a few I like.

I got that Blindfold Swag, that limitless energy, I'm a menace to society, woah

19. My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone So many of the lyrics are so on point I'm left baffled.

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red" They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me? Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me

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They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade Six-feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feeling odd No matter what I make, they never see mistakes Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

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Can you heal me? Have I gained too much? When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch Is there a real me? Pop the champagne It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain

19. Shame On Me - Avicii Closing out with the second song chosen by Akutami. Pretty sure he's trying to tell something to those who love Gojo. lmao

I'm baptized and born again Imma raise hell to the bitter end I'm a crazy little bitch in the first degree Shame on you for loving me

[sidhebeingbrand]

Sheev Palpatine is a pathetic little pissboy

Look I know in late november 2022 this cannot help but sound like a take on current events, but I assure you it is not.

I am Aware of the Parallels but this is 100% original contempt for the in-universe job performance of fictional character Sheev 'Darth Sidius' Palpatine and it predates any social media crises.

I just think Sheevo gets way too much credit for being an iron-fisted tyrant when in fact he is absolute garbage at ruling the galaxy. He is absolute garbage at most things, actually, but because he was very successful at one thing he was under the impression that he was a savant at everything, at least until the last five minutes of his wasted life when he at last saw that he had control over absolutely nothing and could do nothing about it but go 'wha happun?' and fall down a reactor shaft.

Seriously. Sheev 'send in the clergy, they can move diagonally' Palpatine was a stumbling failure with good PR and rabid fanboys and that's all. He should be held up as a laughingstock and if his more creatively villainous predecessors have any presence left at all in the force I hope they give his ghost daily wedgies.

I will go into this AT LENGTH but for those cowards who don't care about my particular favorite star wars minutiae, here's the TL:DR; 'Emperor' Palpatine spent 20+ years tricking more competent people into building a power structure that he ran into the ground within 25 years, building nothing but a monument to the failure of management, and then after burning his 1up he did the same thing again but somehow worse [30 year planning period, >1 year of payoff, I hope those cultists on exegol weren't hoping for a great ROI]

~Oh but the Sith contain the seeds of their own destruction always~ no 80% of this cannot be blamed on the Sith it can be blamed specifically on Sheev being a snotty fuckboy from a rich world who dropped out of dark wizard school way too early because he thought he was smarter than his teacher, and he could not imagine consequences happening to him.

ETA: Please do not get me wrong, I am not ragging on the writing of Star Wars here. I think it's incredibly realistic and satisfying. Also it gave me the urge to bully a fictional character AND I SHALL

Over and over in SW properties we see the space fashies lamenting 'the good old days' of the empire when 'the world was run in an orderly fashion'. This was never the case, as we are also explicitly shown. They think it was because they are morons, which is very much by design, because Palps ran his empire with the same strategy he used to destroy the republic, only much less patience. It started failing from day 1. Before day one, even, but we'll get to that.

Sheev is very good at co-opting the strengths and weaknesses of other people and using it to destroy them. That is not the same as being able to build or run a system of government! He cannot synthesize new thoughts, he cannot make things, he cannot even keep an existing system running correctly. At Best he occasionally (but not often) picks the correct person to delegate to, or at least he did on his first go round. Palps mark 2 just kind of shat the bed there.

'Oooh but he's a Sith he's supposed to destroy things' well champs actually. ACTUALLY. He's real bad at that too. Oh, he caused an immense amount of destruction in a very short time-- or two very short times-- but to what end? A couple decades of decaying rule? He didn't get to eat the life-force of the planets he genocided like Darth Sion. He didn't have a death machine to power; there was the eternal-life-via clone thing, but we know how well that worked out. His bid immortality was a laughable failure and that is a direct result of his own incompetence. His legacy is twenty years of suck, quickly overshadowed in history by his rabid attack goth. He stacked the deck in his favor and then accidentally ran his winning hand through a shredder.

Here are the things that worked super well when trying to destroy the Jedi and destabilize the republic: -remove anyone competent from the room who might see through your ruse, except for a few trusted pawns you control completely -never let anyone else see the whole picture; hoard knowledge and never share it -tell big lies, they're easier to believe than the small kind -crush anyone who notices what you're doing instantly

He chisels cracks into the foundation of the status quo over two... three? Decades? He steers the twisted moral conviction of Dooku, the real desperation of the future separatist worlds, the expertise of the Kaminoans, the good intentions of the non-corrupt fraction of the Senate, the patience of the Jedi, and he constructs a war he controls on both fronts. Great! He wins!

Then what does he do, immediately? He gets back on his bullshit because why would he change his playbook even though his situation has changed completely.

-Even before he takes power he's making Good Choices, turning Anakin on Dooku because blah blah Sith only two blah blah. But of course, Dooku was powerful and righteous in his bent way and might have been a threat to him. BEGONE, Competence!

-Then he shatters the expertise of Kamino and collects a few broken pieces and calls it 'all good'. Surely a handful of scientists and a couple freighter-loads of equipment is all they'll need for your infinite-clone-bodies project! Their performance won't suffer at all if you bomb their carefully honed technology into the sea! Everyone does great work under duress. But if left at full power, they could have raised another army to threaten him. BEGONE, Competence!

-He immediately sets about purging cultural memory of all things Jedi. He quickly and successfully reduces them to fables and myths, which definitely have less cultural staying power than 'the weird religio/political sect we see at the Coruscant Starbucks all the time' But if anyone ELSE has their teachings his hoarding of the archives is less valuable, and also someone might teach new Jedi! BEGONE, Shared Knowledge!

-Then he squanders the clone army which is so disastrously stupid I cannot fathom what he was thinking except maybe 'I'm bored with the army, I'll let space-racist Tarkin set policy'. Seriously. Don't let the boys in white age out gracefully; no. Within a year, begin decommissioning them to replace with natborns. The timeline of Operation War Mantle seems to be that the remaining commandos are expected to fully train a new army within a couple months. Yes, the literally engineered super-soldiers who fought the largest galactic war in centuries can definitely download their expertise within a few financial quarters it's fine. But if the clones remained a fighting force, they might someday be used against him! Especially if their bio-chips start going and they get a little upset about having their agency stripped at a soul-deep level and that thing with murdering friends and loved ones! BEGONE, Competence!

Within about ten years, he also strips any competent leadership out of the remnants of the GAR unless they are the truest of true believers (Tarkin, Yularen for some fucking reason) and/or he has something to hold over their head (Mitth' "Raw Dog" 'Nuruodo ) . This is true top to bottom: anyone with a decent sense of proportionate response is booted to make room for true believers eager to suck that cog-shaped dick.

The result of this is that Palpatine's actual competent leadership is concentrated in half a dozen high-ranking officers, which will be a Problem When the Rebellion Starts.

And the rebellion is going to start because his immediate overreaction whenever his power is challenged starts the destabilization of the empire pretty much immediately. Inquisitors are scary? Yeah, but fear turns to anger turns to resolve real fast. A Sith should know that. Yes you CAN order your soldiers to murder force sensitive kids outright, but the ones with a strong moral compass are going to have second thoughts basically immediately and... I don't know, immediately start feeding information to dissidents. If not defecting outright.

It's like he forgot how to be subtle? Once he didn't have to hide his intentions anymore? And he didn't realize... people would react badly? Or, more likely, he thought he could just... tyrant harder. No efforts to maintain loyalty in anyone but a few happy fascists and one reluctant Chiss. Oh, he probably had dirt on the Senate but he seemed to oppose any policy that would pressure-vent the growing resentment. Bread and circuises won't work if you only give them to the top centurions, my man.

Shit really hits the fan in about 5BBY (what's the battle of Yavin, Sheevo? Why would people count backwards from it? Don't worry, it's probably fine) . Sheev has been running the empire for fifteen years, the unrest is already strong, and then someone steals a big hunk of imperial cash out in the open where people can hear about it, and suddenly whole swathes of the population are realizing that the Empire really isn't untouchable after all.

So time for some sentient rights violations! That's nothing new, and it's always worked before! Tell big lies, commit big atrocities, nobody's ever called him on it before except for some nags like Mon Mothma, and what's she going to do, buy a rebellion? Denounce him and defect? (Well, not for another three years, anyway)

The empire got away with subjugating Ryloth because everyone knows Twi'leks are a passionate, proud warrior people who just won't stop fighting even when they should.

The empire got away with the genocide of Lasan because hey, they're not even near-human and they're kind out of out on the Rim, who'll notice.

The empire got away with declaring the Wookies non-sentient despite them.. having fought in the separatist wars? For the Republic? But most people don't know that the slaves mining spice in Kessel are fucking war heroes. It's fine, it's all fine.

And surely his empire can ride out the mild scandal of indefinite prisoner retention without retrial. None of these events have ever radicalized anyone who will be important parts of the fight against him. Having an army that does things like 'murder dissident broadcasters' has definitely not left any plucky young orphans afloat to become heroes.

And perhaps Palps isn't to blame for every one of these little precipitating events; he does surround himself with people who like being cruel to others. But this is the culture he established. Unlimited power to do anything to anybody, that was his deal. It's not smart it's not tactically sound but it was his make-a-sith wish we know at least some of the brutality came straight from the top.

He grips his empire tighter, and more and more grains of sand start to slide through his fist.

Shit comes to a head in 0BBY even before Luke Skywalker leaves Tatooine, because remember how Palps only tolerated about five competent people in positions of power?

Yeah, a plucky young Jedi and some spacewhales just vanished to a location unknown, and with them they took 30% of the Empire's tactical savvy and troop morale in the form of one (1) blue art snob. Yeah. Maybe you should have a had a few backup admirals who were also good at their jobs.

And now an entire planet has overthrown its occupying imperial apparatus through a ragtag band of ... people radicalized by imperial atrocities, INCLUDING A WHOLE STABLE OF LOST FAITH DEFECTORS. An imperial cadet who saw her science fair project go too far; an ISB agent who is less okay than he realized with the genocides he was party to (seriously, you made an ISB agent queasy. Good jorb.) One of your FORMER Space navy commanders, a competent one who saw which way the wind was blowing and bailed. Three of those super-soldier clones who Tarkin decided weren't worth keeping around back in 19BBY.

And the non-defectors? A general who grew up in the Rylothian resistance. A surviving Jedi. A kid whose parents who died in imperial prison because their radio program was Mean About The Empire :(. And the only people loyal to the empire at the grassroots level are loyal because they're stupid or scared-- and the empire doesn't reward informants unless they're rich and useful. Seriously, they mostly get killed. Not a way to build a base of fans.

Krennic's Death Star was already in the works, but with Thrawn gone and no longer arguing against it becomes the imperial strategy #1. Palps tosses all his eggs in that basket without a second thought. But it's built with the usual imperial 'beatings will continue until moral improves' method, and as it turns out when you put engineers under duress they do things like... I don't know, put a trash chute in just the right place to slip an explosive into the main reactor core. And then tell their kid about it.

Was manipulating people just not fun if they didn't know they were under duress? You used to be good at this, sort of, almost? You at least picked the right people to bank on, back pre-empire.

So then Rogue 1, and another ragtag bunch, at least one specifically, SPECIFICALLY driven to be a rebellion hardliner by the PORD act of 5BBY which was specifically Palpatine's response to having his lunch money stolen.

(Yes yes Doylist analysis 'all of this is put into place post-original trilogy, justification after the fact'. Well, you know what? It works. The guy who decided Big Stupid Planet Blaster 5000 was a good use of military resources is probably also the guy who had a hissyfit and imposed systems-wide collective punishment over a bank heist that involved 10 whole people. That tracks. It all feels very realistic NOT TO DRAW ANY PARALLELS IN MID NOVEMBER TYOL 2022)

And the Stormtroopers. 'Only imperial blasters are so precise', Ben was that epic shade or have you just not dealt with the rank-and-file and you think everyone's as competent as the purge troopers you were up against nine years ago? Because they suck. They are a pitiful shadow of the GAR in every way, including their armor and equipment and training.

Anyway they let actualfax war hero Obi-wan Kenobi get the deathstar plans off-planet because the average trooper has the motivation of a limp dishrag, I wonder why that is, proactivity and competence being so generally rewarded.

And here Palps sits with his eggs in one big stupid basket and boom, another Jedi whose parents your morons in white gunned down because they ... weren't actually in possession of stolen droids when you showed up? And you were frustrated? Anyway, another orphaned kid with a heart of gold sees the plans made by the engineer under duress and takes his shot at your reactor and blows another... good 50% of your competent military leadership out of the sky into a twinkling debris field, taking upwards of a million troops and contractors you very much needed along with it. Yularen, professional ISB cat herder, gone. Tarkin, moderately competent racist, gone.

(And then you said hold my beer I can kill more imperial troops than that little dune hick ever could but WE'LL GET TO THAT)

And what is Palpatine's response but a Bigger Death Star.

Get new ideas. Change your plans once ever. I beg you.

Thrawn probably could have held Endor against the rebellion and the local angry teddy-bears, but you know, orphan with a heart of gold, space whales, wildspace. Yularen might have been able to get a mole in and sabotage the rebel effort a little more successfully, but you know, Death Star I. And having backup for them would have meant a critical mass of competence in one place and Palps just couldn't have that.

Then. Then.

In a moment Palps could have salvaged he instead has a hissyfit when Anakin's Stupid Son is less easy to corrupt than Stupid Anakin and decides to kill the kid in ... front of Anakin... you know, the guy who fell because Palps personally weaponized his fear of losing those he loves...

And down he goes into the reactor shaft, where he explodes. "Waaah I have a kill switch to nuke my home planet and a lot of my own men if I die so there" Git FUcking Good scrub, you know what your first apprentice did after his own reactor fall? He built himself a robot body and conquered Mandalore with his bare hands. (Also his loyal himbo brother's bare hands. Also Pre Vizsla's incompetence. And a lightsaber. STill, more impressive than your shit, Palps).

No, Palps doesn't have half the pure spiteful darkside fire, the chutzpah of an emotionally damaged Nightbrother. (Literally, there was only half an emotionally damaged Nightbrother and he still bootstrapped himself up better).

Oh, but bonus round. The whole infinite clones gig, he had backup bodies to shunt himself into! Yeah, how DOES that go with your off-brand ripoff of Kaminoan tech? Not so well? Oh, that's fine, find a kid with a lot of midichlorians and you'll be wielding the force in a new body in no time.

It might have helped if Palps could access all the troops and resources he had pre-war, but ... oops, Operation Cinder, aka Operation 'I can kill more of my own men than some sandfarmer from Tatooine' sure put paid to that! At least Naboo is still standing since it turns out three hot chicks in N1 fighters would in fact win a battle against a sky full of spicy satellites.

Also, re: the kid: too bad most of the knowledge about Mandalorians was destroyed in that recent purge, because of that policy of 'destroy knowledge wherever you find it, create artificial scarcity for your personal library'. I'm sure it wouldn't have changed anything if the straggling survivors of the empire knew that 'raise baby' was literally the first tenet of Mando culture, or that aggressive transracial adoption is the reason there still IS a Mando culture after the last Taung died literal millenia ago.

No it's fine some idiot's just going to send a devoted Mando out to find an orphaned child this will definitely not put a kink in any of those cloning plans or set back the timetable.

BUT PALPS PREVAILS, EVENTUALLY, and he decides 'I will do the same thing I did the last two times but BIGGER AND STUPIDER because I think new ideas are for losers' and thirty fucking years later now with a 'Starkiller' which is a Deathstar But Cooler Guys, he gets finally gets his second shot at --

Oops there's a ragtag band of deserters, veterans from the resistance and force sensitive orphans against the Space Reich 3.1. He loses control of his pet Skywalker Solo almost instantly relative to Vader's run, and this time the new empire crashes on takeoff.

And not a single lesson was learned, because he's dead. Again. For good, hopefully because what kind of a clusterfuck could round 3 be, given the drop in quality between Empire and First Order. One sith should only be subject to so much humiliation.

I tell a lie, there's no such thing as too much humiliation, and Palpatine's '''reign''' will be a punchline among military circles for centuries to come.

[lilly-chou-chou]

What do you think of Kento Yamakazi

I remember getting this ask 2 months ago as well. So I'll sau it again.

My views of Kento will always be the same. He deserves better. "Fans" need to love him for his brilliant acting not his fucking face. Sure his face is a plus point but imagine being an actor since you were a kid and spent years perfecting your art only for people to fawn over you just for your looks? Bitch it I were to be Kento I will go in sane.

Mans deserves respect.

And ooh I always thought he would do an amazing job in bizarre films directed by Sion Sono or something with nostalgic get melancholic feel like Wong Kar Wai's cinematography or something brutal yet sophisticated and colourful like Miike Takashi or idk maybe totally bizarre and outlandish like works of Nobuhiko Obayashi.

I think I just listed all of my favorite film directors but oh well. It is what it is. Honestly speaking Kento would def pull off being in films similar to Tetsuya Nakashima's 2009 revenge film Confessions.

Kento is an absolute artist and k wish nothing but best for this man's career.

[starmessngr410]

NCT WISH Scenarios - Types Of Crushes At School

Requested? Yes / No

My Own Idea? Yes / No

Disclaimer: These imagines are in no way depictions of the idols actual personalities, these are strictly for entertainment purposes. In these scenarios, the reader is gender neutral (as much as I can try) and is around the same age as Ryo and Sakuya. This I simply because I'm around that age, and it feels a little difficult to write it any differently. Also, I'll be writing with the mindset of a mix of an American and Japanese school, from what I've experienced and what I've heard from people. Let's also pretend that all of them would be able to go to school together for plot purposes. Also, sorry if some of them are a bit lackluster, I really just wanted to finish this in the time frame I set for myself. But, I hope everyone enjoys!

SION; Your kind upperclassmen - Sion is in your math class and sits near you. Near enough for you to develop a crush on him. But you would never tell him, of course, you would never tell anyone, except for your friend. You walk into math class early in the morning again, and you see Sion there as usual, but he seems a little tired this morning. You sit down at your desk and whisper over if he's alright. He says that he stayed up studying for a test in a different class and ended up forgetting to finish the homework. You tell him that he can look at your homework to get an idea before class starts in 10 minutes, and he asks if you're sure, but you assure him it's okay. You go through the rest of class and have a field day thinking about it all day. The next day, you walk into class and see something in your desk. It's a note and [your favorite fruit] juice, thanking you for the work saying that he would help you with anything you need when you need it. Man, if only he wasn't nicer, you wouldn't keep falling for him...

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RIKU; Your cute art partner - First meeting Riku, you never thought that you would get along like you did now. This is because, at first, he seemed to be very much into his own abilities, constantly hyping himself up. This, once you got know him however, was false. He mainly did it as a joke with his friends, and was genuinely just talented at most things. You found yourself being drawn to him more and more, he was also talking to you more, you noticed. You ignored this though, as you've never been so lucky for someone to like you when you like them. The next day in art class, Riku surprises you and asks to be partners for the next project. Though you both aren't extremely close, you aren't strangers to each other. And though Riku always usually pairs up with his friends for projects, he decides to pair with you the one time there's a romantic theme, oh how the universe hates you. You two meet at the library Friday after school so you both can work with extra time. You're already at the library, when you see him walk in with a bunch of art supplies. When he sits down, you tell him you're surprised he chose you for the project and that he brought so much stuff. He tells you first, that he wanted to get to know you more because he's noticed you don't talk a lot in class, and that he just wanted to be prepared with the supplies. This catches you off guard, 'you didn't know he noticed you in class before, had he looked your way without you knowing?'. You nod in acknowledgement, and get to work. Later in the day, you start to get a bit tired because you've been at school all day and it was getting colder, and Riku actually lends you his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You're actually able to fall asleep a bit easier now that he was closer. He ended up stopping as well, and taking a nap right next to you...

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YUSHI; Your funny but nice P.E. partner - You were never good or confident in physical exercise, so Yushi always offers to be partners or do the exercises with you. Even though you guys only talk to each other during P.E. because of the shared class, you still find your heart fluttering a bit. Whenever he helps you, he's always so nice and patient. Today is no different, as this time your class is learning a new sport for the month. As usual, Yushi steps up next to you and offers to help you again this time. You, of course, agree, and he helps you stretch before the group game starts. You both start doing the activity and and you almost get hit by the ball, but as usual, Yushi hits the ball away from you. You thank him for protecting you and blocking the ball from hitting you, but he stops you and says that it's fine because he wanted to protect you. This made your heart fluttering a bit, but you convinced yourself that he was just being nice as a classmate and that that comment meant nothing. But you kept thinking about it, until the next day. When you get to P.E. the next day, Yushi's not there, but his friend is there before class. He gives you a note from Yushi. It says to meet him behind the bleachers after class!...

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JAEHEE; Your caring baking partner - You're new to the school, and you got into baking class. You're excited, but you don't know much about the school. That is until you get put in a group with Jaehee. You used to know Jaehee before when you were both little, but ended up losing track of each other. When you finally meet him again, you guys catch up and start being able to keep in touch again. The next day in class you both talk before you have to start baking. The whole group did a great job working with each other, the baking teacher even said that your pastry was really good! However, the dishes... No one wanted to do them, and sensing this, both you and Jaehee volunteered to do them. You were a bit annoyed at first, but eventually you both start to have fun cleaning. When you both get to the dishes, you decide to wash while he dries. You start talking about how you two were so close when you were little, and how you missed spending time with him. This makes Jaehee pause, 'what did you mean by that?'. He was about to ask you, when one of your other group members walks back into the cooking room, and tells you both to hurry before the bell rings for the next class. You look back at Jaehee one last time and say goodbye before leaving and taking off your coat. You tried messaging him when you got home from school that day to tell him that you were sorry for running out, but he didn't respond or open the messages to show it was read. This made you worried, 'after just getting back in touch again, did you make him upset by leaving early?'. The next day in baking class, you see Jaehee is already waiting for you before class like always, but he looks deep in thought this time. You notice he's holding something in his hand, 'is it for the teacher?', you think to yourself as you make it over to where he's standing. He stops you before you can even answer, and gives you the letter he was holding while looking slightly away from you. You accept the letter but look up at him in confusion, 'is this a confession?'...

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RYO; Your friend from childhood - Ever since you and Ryo were young, you've been inseparable. This continued into high school, you both luckily having most of your classes together. You both sit down in science class together and start talking about what you'll do after school. He suggests you both go to the arcade to play games together like you always do. You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes. After school ends, you both basically run to the arcade from the front gate of your school. Ryo beats you through the door of the establishment and brags the whole way to the counter, with a smug look on his face. When you both find a game (a racing one), you both sit down and put your tokens into the machine and choose your cars. When the game starts you both focus so intensely, you almost don't notice the mini crowd gathering around you both as a few minutes pass. As the last couple of laps end, they start to cheer, as you both get up from the seats the mini crowds start to clap and congratulate you both as you move on to the next game. One of them says something about someone beating their boyfriend in the game, and though you did beat Ryo that time in the game, you both aren't dating. And you guys are just best friends, right? But, when you both finally finish playing and walk over to the ticket counter, the person at the counter says that you and your boyfriend did well, to you. This caught you off guard, and you looked towards Ryo who was already looking towards you with a tint to his face. This caught you even more off guard, did...Ryo like you too?...

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SAKUYA; Your generous desk mate - Sakuya sits next to you in history class, and he always eats bread in class, which the teacher never says anything, so you think it's okay. He brings other snacks as well, like chocco cookies, and shares them with you. And since the teacher lets you pick your partners for projects, Sakuya always chooses you because you're not as greedy as your other classmates are with his snacks. When you two arrive at the café near your school early in the morning on Saturday, you already have all the supplies you'll need for the project. You both sit down and order while you work on the project. Sakuya orders a plate of crossiants and a cappuccino, and you order a slice of strawberry shortcake and a strawberry flavored drink. As you wait, Sakuya asks if you want to share his crossiants when they come, but you refuse and say you couldn't take any of his precious bread. When you both get your orders, he gives you a crossiant anyway, and you trade with a piece of your slice of shortcake. He eats the piece, and you eat the crossiant. You both don't say anything about it. The next time you both see each other in class, Sakuya shares his bread with you, and you think nothing of it. You get to the end of class and find out that Sakuya never shares his bread with anyone except you. Sometimes, you hear your classmates talking about how Sakuya might have a crush on you...

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