#DnE Show

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D&E Show engsub by 2kyu master list

210626 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 33 with KIM HEECHUL

211029 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 78 with EXO Xiumin & Kang Hongseok

211230 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 89 with Siwon

220413 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 120 with EXO Suho

220415 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 122 No Guest

220511 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 132 No Guest

220525 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 138 with CNBLUE Kang Minhyuk

220721 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 163 with WINNER

220901 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 178 No Guest

220922 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep 187 No Guest

220928 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 189 Shindong Cut

221201 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 214 with SHINee Minho

221215 [Engsub] D&E Show Ep. 220 with Super Junior Kyuhyun

trans by @/_2kyu (on twitter and youtube)

[insectanatomy]

I love you.

[fyeah-chanyeol]

DNE’s ✨Wanna come here2✨ Episode 2 🎉EXO CHANYEOL🎉 came to the waiting room Scheduled to be released on 2024.09.16.Mon PM6:15(KST) EXO CHANYEOL😎, the younger brother of Super Junior, who expressed his strong intention to appear and received SM Entertainment's confirmation to appear. To see CHANYEOL Come here at 6:15 on Monday🙏

[donghaesforgottenhobbies]

i feel unwell watching this i miss dneshow so bad

[daryltwdixon]

Starting something fun by sharing my favorite reads of the month! Since I didn't do a January post, February's will be a roundup of last month & this month. I love supporting fellow writers and showing them some love—so here’s to the incredible stories that have stuck with me recently! 🖤

I'm so sorry I'm a perv this month and can't think of any fluff or angst :'(

Joel Miller

Red Light DEAD DOVE DNE @kiwisbell

Stiff & Ruined! @gutsby

Into Temptation @littlcdarlin

Ex-boyfriend Miller @punkshort

I'll Crawl Home to Her @pearlessance

Lunch break @toomanystoriessolittletime

Daryl Dixon

Need @sundrop-writes

literally everything written by @heathermason6060

Javier Peña

Unscripted Desire @gothcsz

these are literally just off the top of my head so might add to this as I remember more!!!

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Tainted

Steddie || wc: 3k || rating: E || cws: DEAD DOVE DNE, steve harrington whump, Vampire!Eddie, post break up second chance, blood (like a lot of blood), blood drinking, chronic pain and illness, heavy angst, THE HAPPY ENDING IS HERE! || ao3

Part 1

Steve wakes up to someone pounding on his front door.

It’s well into the night, which means he’s been out for at least an hour. Dried lube flakes from his skin as he shifts his legs to stand. He reaches up over his head and points the tips of his toes, stretching a full-body ache that finally feels satisfying instead of vaguely awful.

The pounding continues and Steve starts to wonder why Robin even bothers before it stops. Steve rolls over onto his side, landing in a puddle of something cold soaked into his carpet. He’ll have a hell of a lot of scrubbing to do in the morning, but at least this time Steve won’t have to replace the carpet of an entire room again.

He sits up to flick on the small lamp sitting on the end table next to him. A small red patch of blood is puddled under where Steve woke up, with a stream of red dots sprayed out into the middle of the floor. He wonders why the wounds from nail punctures haven’t healed yet as he reaches up to his neck. Sure enough, the top two fangs hang haphazardly from his throat. When he pulls the contraption free, a fresh stream trickles hot down his chest, wetting his chest hair next to the matted patches of dried snot and tears.

Fucking pathetic.

Steve balls the blanket up in his hands and holds it firm against the bite. Cold and sticky, he heads towards the bathroom when he hears the sound of a key slotting into his door.

In unbridled panic– the slow trickle rising to a steady flow– Steve’s never been more aware of his own body. Completely naked, covered in an array of various fluids, bright red blood soaking into the oversized white blanket. He turns and rakes his eyes over the absolute shit show crime scene in the living room, including the paraphernalia.

This is the last thing he wants Robin to see, let alone Vickie. They don’t deserve to see him like this.

“Wait!” Steve shouts, untangling a stretch of blanket from his neck to hang in front of him like a disgusting shower curtain. At least it blocks most of the horror show. “Don’t come in!”

The door swings open.

Steve can’t quite see through the dark hallway, but the lack of greeting tells him it’s not Robin. He’s frozen to the floor, legs filled with cement as he watches the person close the door behind them. Their silhouette’s shrouded in darkness. Inside, Steve’s screaming to run, even as the dark shadow rushes towards him faster than he’s ever seen.

Faster than any human.

Red eyes and a mess of curly hair cloud his vision. It’s been so long since he’s seen or touched Eddie that Steve’s skin breaks out in violent goosebumps when he feels sharp claws wrap gently around his biceps and squeeze.

“You smell…” Eddie’s ragged voice tapers off. He’s on edge, and Steve can’t help but wonder how many feedings he’s missed. Steve catches the bobbing of Eddie’s throat as he swallows the saliva Steve knows is pooling at the back of his throat. He’s hungry. But there’s also a slight tilt to his brow and a pool of tears on his lower lash line, illuminated by the moonlight filtered through the curtain.

Steve instinctively swipes his thumb across Eddie’s cheek in comfort. His own unwarranted sympathy churns his stomach. “You look awful.”

Eddie’s laugh is self-deprecating at best and pained at worse. He nuzzles into the warmth of Steve’s hand and shudders, lingering at Steve’s wrist. A slow, high-pitched whine escapes between Eddie’s parted lips as he starts to mouth up Steve’s arm.

It’s Steve’s deepest fantasies come to life. He’s desperate for Eddie’s touch, pining for mouths and hands and slick, sweaty skin rubbing together. Eddie’s whine is even more beautiful than Steve remembers and the sound goes straight to his dick, which twitches with renewed vigour.

This is all wrong. He tries to remind himself this is a reality where Eddie left him, high and dry, to move across the country and never speak to him again. The man in front of him isn’t his anymore, and maybe never was to begin with. Maybe everyone was right about Steve falling under some kind of blood spell. He can’t help wondering now if no one stopped to consider if Eddie’d fallen under his own spell, craving Steve every time hunger cramped his stomach.

Steve slowly takes a step back, lowering his hands away from Eddie’s now tear-stained face. He reaches out for Steve, reluctant to let go. So Steve decides to indulge just a little and takes Eddie’s hand as he guides them into the kitchen. He flicks the microwave light on and turns to look at Eddie, who’s perched himself on the countertop next to the sink.

“You need to eat,” Steve says, maneuvering the blanket down around his hips to give Eddie easy access to his neck. He’s at least still a little optimistic he can get out the small puddle of blood already soaked in, Steve doesn’t want to make it any worse.

Eddie violently shakes his head, reaching out a shaky hand to Steve's shoulder, holding the blanket in place. “No,” he swallows again, heavily breathing in and out through his mouth. A man in the desert, dying of thirst yet refusing to acknowledge the oasis within arms reach. “That’s not– I’m not here for that. Please, Steve, I just came to talk.”

It catches him off guard. Surely Eddie’s only looking for the same release Steve made for himself only a few hours ago, apparently deciding a four hour plane ride would be worth drinking straight from the source. Except now he’s pushing Steve away. Eddie hops off the counter and opens the fridge, rummaging for what Steve knows he won’t find. So Steve gestures back to the counter before heading out to the garage himself, grabbing three blood bags instead of the usual two.

When he comes back, frozen bags in hand, Eddie’s got a bowl waiting. Steve grabs a glass to pour them in once thawed, but again Eddie surprises him. He snatches the bags from Steve’s hands, slitting the top of the bag off with his claws and dumps the frozen mush into the bowl. Eddie shoves a crazy straw right into the middle and slurps the mess down. It’s a horrific slushie, but the man seems to be enjoying himself until Eddie squints his eyes tight and winces.

“Oh shit, brain freeze,” Eddie groans, waiting for it to pass.

What starts as a small giggle to Eddie’s very human problem morphs into a manic cackle. Steve’s bent over the counter next to him, clutching his stomach as it begins to cramp from his uncontrolled, and frankly unhinged, laughing. This has been one of the most bizarre nights Steve’s had in a long time. Nothing about it seems real, everything from the guilt at using his makeshift toys to the love of his life sitting on the kitchen counter like he never left.

“This is insane,” Steve cackles, wiping tears from his eyes.

Eddie sighs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

Steve leans back against the counter across from Eddie and sees a man that’s more familiar yet so distinctly different from the boy he used to know. Eddie’s crimson-haloed eyes have faded back to their normal umber brown, his fangs have fully receded, even though his lips are still stained with a ruby red glisten. There’s a concerned wrinkle on his forehead that Steve refuses to reach out and smoothen.

But even through Steve’s feeble attempts to add a false shine to his memories of Eddie, he’s more beautiful than Steve’s ever seen him. There are small crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the beginnings of laugh lines around his dimples. The few strands of silver in his hair sparkle against the shitty microwave lighting every time he moves. He’s dressed down in well-worn black sweatpants and an oversized black Led Zeppelin sweatshirt littered with small holes in the collar.

He's so fucking gorgeous, and it's eating Steve alive, much like whatever Eddie’s dying to say. So Steve leans against the counter across from him and waits, admiring the man he loves but lost, as he watches Eddie stare into the middle distance to collect his thoughts.

“I just– I needed to see you, but then it just all went to shit.” Eddie starts and stops, briefly looking at Steve before his gaze flits away. “My flight was delayed. Then, when I finally found an open seat, there was a layover and they lost my luggage. They said they’d send it to the motel I was staying at, but it never came and I got so thirsty that I couldn’t wait anymore. And then I found you–” Eddie’s sentence trails off, left hanging as he rakes his gaze over the now closed wound on Steve's neck and the dried rivulet of blood trailing down his collar bone into his chest hair.

“Jesus Eddie, how long have you been in town?”

Eddie sheepishly replies, “about four days.”

Steve shakes his head. Fucking unbelievable, this guy. “So you haven’t eaten in four days.” Eddie averts his gaze, chewing on his lip as he twists the skull ring on his finger. “Eddie, when was the last time you ate?”

He mumbles something incoherent, and only after a decent shove shouts “seven days!”

“What the fuck Eddie,” Steve scoffs. He pushes himself away from the counter, pacing the kitchen just to do something, to keep his body moving and stop himself from smacking Eddie on the back of the head. Steve focuses on the cold tiles beneath his feet as he tries to pull himself together. “Why would you do that to yourself? What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about you,” Eddie shouts at him again. Steve spins on his heel, turning so fast to face him he almost loses his balance. He catches himself on the counter as Eddie starts to rant. “I’m always thinking about you, Steve. Constantly. Every concert, every new song, every goddamn date, it’s always you.”

Eddie hops down from the counter, a fresh wave of energy and a healthy, red hue to his cheeks. Where his eyes roamed the room before, they’re now locked on Steve. Unwavering devotion rolls off him in waves and Steve feels bulldozed by the intensity of the moment. Eddie takes Steve’s hands in his, gripping tight as he continues to carve out his heart, bleeding his confession all over the floor as he places it still beating at Steve’s feet.

“I love you, Steve Harrington. I never stopped, no matter how hard I tried. And I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize that I don’t want to stop. Even if you don’t feel the same way anymore, or if you blame me for what I did to you, I couldn’t go another day without telling you everything. I know it’s not fair, and I want to be sorry. Sorry because you deserve so much better than a monster who destroyed your entire life, all because I was selfish and hungry and in love. Now I’m here, doing it all again.

“But this time, I want to do it right. I’m not going to poison this relationship. Again.”

He raises their conjoined hands to wipe the steady stream of tears from Steve’s cheeks. Steve can feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, his pulse rabbiting in his neck. Even though he knows Eddie can smell it coursing through him, his eyes stay locked on Steve’s.

Steve hears Eddie’s words, but he can’t get them to settle in his heart. He hasn’t really eaten anything all day, he drained a full bag, then shot himself full of venom as he fucked himself to exhaustion and passed out on the living room floor in a puddle of his own fluids.

This could all be some fucked up fever dream he concocted to torment himself with on the worst day of the year. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had a nightmare this vivid.

A small prick to the back of his hand jolts him from his ruminations. Eddie’s still gazing at him, concern woven between his scrunched eyebrows. He knows Eddie’s waiting on him to say something. The silence draws on, the small light of hope shining in Eddie’s eyes fading every second it takes Steve to wrap his head around the concept that Eddie is here, right now, in the kitchen and we’re holding hands.

“Look, Steve, I– I’m sorry. This is so fucked up,” Eddie’s voice cracks. He drops his hands from Steve’s and takes a measured step back. “I shouldn’t be here. I’m– I’m just gonna go.”

It’s not until he’s turned away, rounding the kitchen island that Steve calls out and rushes after him, managing to grab Eddie’s wrist just as he turns back. They’re left standing close, almost nose to nose.

“How will–” Steve clears his throat around a strangled whisper– “would it be different. You know, if we tried again.”

Steve sees the moment relief hits Eddie like a lightning strike. He gasps, ragged against the hopeful tears brimming to fall down onto his wide smile. Long, sharp fingers gingerly slip between Steve’s like they’ve always been there and Steve squeezes back.

Eddie relaxes, leaning into Steve’s space until their foreheads are pressed together, curls curtained around them. “Oh don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got some ideas.”

~~~

It turns out Eddie did, in fact, have quite a few ideas. Some good, like taking it slow by not moving back in together right away. Start out slow with a few dates, catch up on each others’ lives, and find their way back to friendship before anything else.

Eddie also had some bad ideas, like throwing himself prostrate on Robin’s front stoop only for Vickie to open the door and scream as she tripped over him in her hurry to work. It was just one more log Robin got to add to Eddie’s funeral pyre. Steve’s not quite sure what happened there, neither of them willing to go into detail. All Robin had said to him, a wicked smirk stretched across her face, was that she handled it. On the other hand, Eddie with wide, terrified eyes just assured him everything’s fine now.

Their ultimate saving grace was for Eddie to keep drinking from the bags. Steve fought him on it, defensive and heartbroken that they’d be giving up one of the most intimate parts of their relationship. It was their hardest conversation, but in the end Steve realized Eddie was right.

“Stevie, this all happened because we were both so wrapped up in feeding that we never cooled off long enough to figure anything out. I want to show you that I love you for who you are, not for what you can give me.”

Eddie swipes a stray lock of hair across Steve’s forehead, away from his eyes. Steve cranes his neck behind him, pushing the back of his skull into Eddie’s chest just to get a good look at him. The low evening sun shines through the living room window and lights a golden fire in Eddie’s eyes. They’re warm as they gaze down at Steve, full of love.

Eddie’s been in Hawkins for almost two weeks, and he’s spent every evening at Steve’s for dinner. Some nights they just catch up, others they eat side by side on the couch watching old nerd show reruns.

This is the fourth night they’ve talked about their future, and only the second time it hasn’t turned into an argument. There was too much left unsaid for it to not blow up at some point, and Steve assumes it’ll happen again. But every night ends the same, perfect way.

Eddie wears Steve’s old sweats, leaning back against the arm of the couch with one foot on the ground and the other leg wrapped over Steve laying between his legs. Steve can feel the steady rise and fall of Eddie’s chest against his back as he blindly grabs for Eddie’s hand. He spins the ring around and around, tumbling in time to his churning thoughts.

“I know you’re right,” Steve concedes. “Plus, it’ll be nice for everyone to see that it’s not your love venom tricking my brain into doing stuff I don’t want to do.”

“Steve, we don’t have anything to prove– wait,” Eddie shifts back, the shock in his voice causing Steve to sit up to face and turn to him head on, “what do you mean love venom? What the hell is that?” Steve snorts at his high-pitched screech. It’s been years since he’s seen Eddie, but thankfully, some things never change.

Steve throws his hands out in front of him, a picture of innocence as he defends himself. “That’s just what Robin called it?”

“Jesus Christ, it sounds like you’re talking about drinking my–” Eddie lets his sentence fall dead on arrival as he dramatically gestures to his crotch. Steve rolls his eyes, but now that he’s thinking about it.

“You know, she might actually think it’s come.” She doesn’t.

Eddie gapes at him, eyes bursting to pop from his head, mouth flailing like a fish out of water, until Steve finally cracks. He’s never been great at poker. A dangerous grin spreads across Eddie’s face as he chides, “oh you’re so dead, sweetheart,” before tackles Steve onto the living room floor.

Happiness sings in his veins. Hope fizzes in his chest and yeah, he knows they’ve got a long road ahead of them. They’ve got some shit to work through, trauma to hash out and years to catch up on. Steve’s willing to give it a shot if it means Eddie’s back in his life– either as a partner or even as a friend. And as Eddie pins him to the carpet– sans bloodstain– he can’t help but see the same hope in Eddie’s crinkled, brown eyes shining back at him.

Header graphic kudos!

[rottenpumpkin13]

due to a materia accident the firsts all get duplicates how does everyone react

Sephiroth, staring at his duplicate self: While this is jarring, I've always wanted a sibling, so this is not an unwelcome development.

Duplicate Sephiroth: I couldn't agree more.

Sephiroth: We must go show Director Lazard and tell him that he now has two Sephiroths at his disposal.

Duplicate Sephiroth: He will be pleased.

*They leave*

*Angeal and his duplicate self are drinking beer*

Angeal: Genesis, calm down. Look at me and Duplicate Angeal. We're comfortable with each other and we're having a blast.

siseneG: .gnitsalreve tfig reh ,ssilb ot su sediug ehS rafa daerps krad dna thgil fo sgniW yks eht morf sdnecsed sseddog ehT dne s'dlrow eht tuoba sgnirb stsaeb eht fo raw eht nehW

Genesis, freaking out: IT'S QUOTING LOVELESS BACKWARDS. MAKE IT STOP.

*Sephiroth and Duplicate Sephiroth come back*

Sephiroth: Director Lazard had a heart attack.

[boredzillenial]

Data

Your boss Nathan needs your body “for science”

Themes: DEAD DOVE DNE - dark!Nathan, kidnapping, sensory deprivation, fingering, oral breast play (f!receiving), jerking off

A.N: contains railroad sentences and my rusty attempt at improving prose 🤣 thank you @lunar-ghoulie for putting up with me

Word count: idk at the moment it’s short

“Show yourself you son of a bitch!” Your voice reverberated against the stark walls, “I know you’re there Nathan!” You twisted and writhed against your restraints to no avail.

Nathan, your boss, had invited you to come out to his estate. In an excess of caution you’d chosen to politely decline. What you hadn’t realized was his invitation was not a request, but a heads up.

You took a moment to breath and take notice of the different points of pressure on your body. Whatever he’d used to bind you you was soft but firm against your wrists, chest, waist and ankles. Your back pressed against hard cool material, the scent in the room clean and chilled air blew across your exposed skin.

You rolled your head from side to side in an attempt to wiggle the fabric from around your eyes but it didn’t budge.

“That’s not gonna work.” Nathan’s bored voice sounded from somewhere in the room.

You froze, “Nathan-“ you grated “let me go.”

“Nathan let me go.” He mocked, “Do you really think I’d go through the trouble of getting you here only to let you loose?”

Your lip curled in agitation as you snapped against the restraints. “What do you want.”

A fingertip pressed against your ankle “What I want,” he said slowly as that sensation snaked its way up your leg, “is data.” His touch paused at the line between your hip and thigh.

“What?” You growled in confusion. “I swear to fucking god Nathan when I’m out of here-“ the removal of sensation on your skin stalled your brazen words.

“Threatening your captor, interesting choice.” His voice still sounded bored amongst the rustling beside you.

“Interesting choice to kidnap me*eeee*.” Your retort was cut short when something firmly pressed against your core and vibrated furiously. It was too much all at once and you feebly bucked only to be met with the tight restrain across your hips. The curse in your throat twisted to a groan, “F-fuck yo-u.”

“Another curse -“ you could practically hear the eye roll in his tone, his next words breathed hot across your ear “so predictable.”

You tilted your face toward him with a smirk, if he wanted to play games let’s see what happened if you played along. “U-up a bit, and to the left.”

“Attagirl.” He chuckled and followed your direction. Your back arched and strained as your breath caught in your throat.

You’d quickly climbed to your peak with the precision and pressure, your breath coming in ragged pants. Just as you came so close to release the sensation vanished, leaving you crashing back to earth.

A choked whine wrung from your throat. “Why.” You whimpered.

“Measuring heart rate, perspiration…” a finger slid along your slick folds “arousal.”

You breath caught in your chest at the sudden sensation of two thick fingers plunged deep into your core. Nathan took his time moving around, scissoring his fingers inside as he tsked “still tight.”

“Nathan please.” You murmured, the stretching sensation growing to be uncomfortable.

“Why are you getting tighter?” From his tone he might as well have been asking a casual scientific question in a clinic.

“Doesn’t feel good.” You grumbled “not like that.”

Nathan’s hand adjusted, two fingers remained deep inside, but this time he added his thumb to press against your clit. “What about like this.” He drew slow firm circles and pumped slowly.

Your breathing picked up while a coil of pleasure twisted low in your belly. Despite your head swimming with pleasure you heard Nathan’s soft voice off to the side, “Slickness increase and vaginal relaxation with stimulation to the clitoris.”

“Are you - taking notes?” You huffed between breathes.

“I told you, I need data.” He said in annoyance. “Fuck sake.” He growled.

You heard a rustling near your head and the sound of spit hitting skin made you jerk. “What the fuck.”

“Shut up.” He snipped, his breath hitched as soft squelching sounded beside your head. The moment his fingering matched the pace of the noise beside your head you realized what was happening.

“You’re - jerking off?” You huffed.

“Want me to stuff it in your mouth?” He retorted. You snapped your head away, eliciting a sardonic huff from Nathan.

The squelching noise and his breathing picked up pace as his fingers worked. You groaned and arched against the pleasure building, gasping at a sudden wet tingling feeling on your nipple.

The stroke of his tongue as it lapped at the stiffened peak encouraged you to arch further, pushed you even closer to the edge.

A soft pop sounded and you whined in protest at the loss “Vaginal tightening with oral stimulation to breast.” He muttered, returning his warm mouth back to your breast with a hum. The rough tickle of his beard across your skin mixed deliciously with the swirling around your stiffened peak.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves as his hands and mouth worked in tandem. “S-shit!” The ministrations sent you bucking against the restraints and your breath in ragged pants.

Another groan vibrated your nipple sent fire through your nerves before it vanished. The fingers buried deep in your core and against your sensitive nub picked up to an uneven pace. A wrecked groan sounded from above you as warm wet ropes splattered across your chest.

Despite the ringing in your ears you heard Nathan growl in annoyance, “Data inconclusive, requires further testing.” Something fluffy wiped between your legs picking up the mess of slickness there before wiping up the white painted on your skin.

“Further testing?” You voice was weak and broken as you came back to reality.

“If I’m gonna make robots I’d actually wanna fuck I gotta get it right.” His voice moved about the room accompanied by rustling. “Movement, viscosity, tightness. I need so much if it’s gonna feel real and, well, it’s gonna take awhile if I keep getting… distracted…”

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[vivicas-dollhouse]

7 minutes in heaven series

Pt 3: brian thomas/hoodie

Genre: smut, maybe dd-dne?

Characters: hoodie/brian thomas, female reader

Desc: maybe 7 minutes in heaven was a bad idea.. what were you thinking??

CWs: dubcon but theres no actual sex, jacking off, cumming on face, cohersion, rape threats, forced nudity, degradation, mean/scumbag hoodie, crying, groping, choking, spitting in mouth, he kicks the reader once

Enjoy!

The door clicked shut, and brians lips were against yours. Your eyes slowly shut as his hands roamed your chest, caressing over every sensitive point with a scary accuracy. It was like you were still drinking, the taste of booze coating your mouth as his tounge ran over yours. He almost seemed desperate, drinking in your soft gasps as he clung to your waistline, quickly sliding the garment up your torso.

“H-hey..” you pulled away from his lips, the strands of saliva still connecting them.

“Cmon sweetheart, what are you so scared of?” Brian purred, attempting to lift your shirt again. This time you grabbed his wrists, shakily holding him in place.

“I.. im not ready..” you said, leaning into him, only to be met with a hand around your throat.

You croaked out, grabbing at his wrists as he clucked his tongue.

“Why? We only have 7 minutes, lets just speed it up a little! Now, you're gonna take off your shirt and your gonna be a good little slut for me, and maybe ill let you leave without a baby in you. Understand?” He said, watching as you frantically nodded. He released the pressure, watching you pant with a sickening smile. You looked up at him, quivering as you quickly took off your shirt.

“God damn… you have some big tits,” he groaned, palming himself through his jeans. “Take off your bra,”

You hesitated, something in your mind telling you to be scared of him. He was a lot taller and stronger than you, you were a deer in headlights and he was a monster truck barreling towards you.

He grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze up. “Cmon sweetheart, we dont have forever,”

You quickly fumbled with the clasp of your bra, taking it off as your face burned with shame. He simply stared down at you, his gapped teeth showing through his smirk.

“Play with them,”

You looked up at him, bewildered. His expression was hard to read, the closet was faintly lit and cramped enough without him towering over you.

“Cmon, you dont want me to have to hurt you, do you? Get on your knees and play with your tits.” He said, unzipping his pants with a sigh.

Your stomach flipped as you got onto the floor, slowly groping yourself while staring up at him. Your heart hurt, you shouldve never agreed to this but it seemed fine through the lense of beer. He looked down at you, releasing his cock from the front of his boxers.

“Fuckin’ whore,” he groaned. “Moan and shake them,” he spat on his hand and taking it to his length.

You looked away shamefully a soft moan exiting your mouth as you shook your breasts.

“Look at me or im going down your throat,” he growled, your attention quickly snapping to him. “Slut. Keep moaning.”

You cried out, a mix of fear and shame fueling the pathetic noises coming out of your mouth. Watching him jack off and stare down at you groping yourself and moaning felt like it should be a crime.

Was he raping you? Was this rape? It had to be something illegal, if it felt this wrong.

“Moan my name, fucking whore. Moan my name and tell me how much you love this. And make it loud.” He grinned, quickly picking up speed on his fist.

“Please no,” you whimpered, just loud enough for him to hear it. Without warning, there was a swift kick to your gut, just hard enough to send a tremor through your chest.

“Would you rather meet me in my car after this? We can cover my backseat in your cum if youd rather sweetheart.” He said, keeping his fist at a steady pace.

“No no im sorry, ill do it,” you whimpered, swallowing down the shame in your throat with a sniffle. “Fuck yes, brian, please,”

Brians head rolled back, a loud groan escaping his mouth. “God, your such a fucking slut, keep going,” he laughed, meeting your eyes again. Tears pricked at the corners of your vision, the world being to go blurry as they spilled out.

“Brian- nghh–” you forced out, continuing to jiggle your breasts and whimper. His fist was becoming less controlled, brian quickly devolving into a panting mess at the sight of you. “Fuck me brian,”

“Stupid bitch, stupid– shit- stupid fucking whore,” He gasped, the muscles in his gut beginning to tremble through his tight shirt. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, and keep it open until i tell you to close it.” He trembled, a horrible grin on his face as his eyebrows scrunched.

You did as you were told, the reality that he was actually going to cum on your face was somehow worse than whatever type of assault this was. He gasped, fist almost hitting your face as he tensed and closed his eyes. He released a final grunt, thick ropes of cum splattering on your face and tounge as tears slid down your cheeks. He panted shakily, riding his high out while staring down at your still open mouth.

“You… you look pretty like that honey.. shit..” he said, picking up your discarded shirt and wiping himself off on it. “Keep your mouth open,” he muttered, leaning over your body. Saliva quickly dropped onto your cum covered tongue with a cry from you. He forced your jaw closed, holding it in place while you squirmed. “Swallow,”

You reluctantly obeyed, swallowing the salty mixture with a gag. He used your shirt to wipe the rest of the cum off your face. “Good girl, your finished honey. Go back out there and tell them how much you loved that, mkay?”

You nodded, clasping your bra and reluctantly pulling your shirt over your head. The cum slicked over your shoulders, the white substance staining your old band tee. You collected yourself, fixing your hair and wiping your eyes.

You were taking this to the grave. No one would ever know what happened in that closet but you and brian. No one.

[jjkeremika]

AoT Fic / Oneshot Master List

~~welcome to jjkeremika~~

hi! i’m mako. welcome to my obsession. i write fics/headcanons/oneshots/imagines/drabbles/whatevertheyarecalled/ihonestlydontknow; mostly smutty/nsfw heheh.

currently i write about: eren x mikasa; AoT x reader; eren x reader; reiner x reader; levi x reader; armin x reader; but im open to others (mostly fem!reader, some gender neutral)

please click the underlined for the link to the work (tumblr; ao3); master list updated periodically; all fics created on this master list are written by jjkeremika (me); all of my works are connected under the tag jjkeremika; interactions with and/or thoughts on works are appreciated <3

assume smut/nsfw/mdni themes unless noted otherwise with *

hope you enjoy!

p.s… (per requests….worth asking, also worth noting i prefer and try to stick to character personalities and reasonable headcanons; if i can’t picture them saying/doing it i might not explore it…. fluffy/smutty accepted… not a “dead dove dne” friendly space…)

Eremika:

fucking in a sauna (It is hot (with you; love you))

mikasa gets sick (Stay pt1, pt2)*

Moments (Express Divine Devotion)*

mikasa sneaks out (Moonlight)

eren has a vision (Just like i dreamt it)

eren eats mikasa out (Tasty)

eren and mikasa secretly meet (secret)

eren calls jean while fucking mikasa (Big Time)

eren overhears mikasa (loud in my life and in my dreams)

mikasa tutors eren (my tutor pt1; pt2)

eren’s mikasa’s professor (drop my class so i can pick you up pt1; pt2)

another eren professor pt1 (thanks for coming professor pt1)*; pt2 (to be posted soon)

eren’s scout commander, mikasa’s a new recruit pt1 (think i need someone older)*; pt2 (posted soon)

mikasa shows eren how she had sex with jean (just show me)

eren’s a spy/assassin and mikasa’s his target’s daughter (to my poison: my god you’re intoxicating)*

like an actual eremika fanfic (when lightning strikes the heart (pts 00-02)) (* thus far)

roadtrip (pt1; pt2)

mikasa’s mother is sick (lavender)*

eren’s a baker

Formula One au (Ferrari driver! Eren; Ferrari Mechanic! Mikasa)

reverend’s daughter mikasa (in sin, we delight; measure of all things)

AoT x reader:

Rough intimacy (Eren, Mikasa, Hange, Levi, Reiner, Jean)

Soft intimacy (Connie, Erwin, Bertoldt, Armin, Zeke)

Favorite places (Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Levi, Bertoldt, Connie, Zeke)

Date nights (Here to Forever; Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Porco, Historia)

Hit on you in class (Eren, Jean, Reiner, Armin, Porco, Levi, Connie, Erwin) *

Another rough intimacy (Reiner, Jean, Eren, Erwin, Levi)

Favorite positions (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Porco, Erwin)

crushes on you (Reiner, Eren, Levi, Porco, Jean)*

walk in on you touching yourself (Eren, Jean, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Colt)

fluffy moments (Eren, Reiner, Levi, Erwin)*

confess love for you (Eren, Reiner, Porco, Zeke, Armin, Bertoldt, Levi, Erwin)(mostly * except eren)

vices (eren, levi, reiner, armin, zeke, jean)

pervy pussy eaters (eren, levi, reiner, armin)

asking you on a valentines date*

what they don’t know (eren, erwin, levi, connie)

excited and exhausted (erwin, sasha, armin, hange, levi)

boyfriend lets best friend eat you out (reiner/porco; eren/armin; jean/connie; levi/erwin)

Eren x reader:

Games

dangerous missions*

ha(u)nted soldier*

Betting Games (pt2)

Reiner x reader:

Shower together

Levi x reader:

peanut butter kisses

goofy (pt1; pt2; pt3; pt4)

Armin x reader:

campgrounds and fairs (tbp)

love gambler (tbp)

It came to me one day:

eren and armin talking in a bar (701)

crime syndicate/investigator

[saritasoyyo]

10 Movies in 10 gifs

Thank yo for the tag @lizofalltrades

The Martian (2015)

The Princess Bride (1987)

Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid (1969)

Come Live with Me (1941)

Speed (1994)

Queen Margot (1994)

Persuasion (1995)

Queen & Slim (2019)

Furiosa (2024) & Mad Max-Fury Road (2015)

This list is much more shockingly filled with 90s films that I would have predicted. I just re-watched Speed though a little bit ago, so it's super fresh. It's a lot of fun and Sandra Bullock is GENUINELY charming and the ensemble cast is fantastic.

Come Live With Me (1941) gets two gifs to show Hedy Lamar & Jimmy Stewart. It is hands down the most charming 'fake-married' trope movie I have ever seen. It is charming and sweet and mature and fun. Jimmy Stewart utters the line "I'm not a Capitalist" with so much conviction, he won't exploit his own labor! Highly recommend.

Queen Margot is based on an Alexandre Dumas novel and is about the St. Barthlomew's Day Massacre, corrupt French Nobility, and supporting women's sexuality (i'm only slightly sarcastic about that last one.) If you like 'dark romance' and don't mind subtitles, this one imprinted on my brain at a young age and I still recommend it. Also, Alexandre Dumas! (This movie gets pretty bloody. I was incredibly restrained in my gif choice. DD-DNE: MASSACRE)

Queen & Slim is a true, greek-style, tragedy. When I saw it in movie theaters I bawled my eyes out for a whole night.

Everything else is self-explanatory I feel.

I'm just going to tag a few people and Everyone should feel free to jump in! Please do films from other countries/your country if there are gifs to include!

GENTLE INVITATIONS: @marycontraire @carolinawrenn @gudetama-tamad @staud @saucerfulofsins @heavensfargardens @scythe-skull-stars @capinejghafa

[insectanatomy]

Delicate flower, you are my soul

Attack for @mumpsetc for artfight!

[pbaz7]

In the middle of my final exams rn but I’m so excited to read!!!

you’re going to workout AFTER you’re done training?

- damn girl rest your body

i’m sure i’ll enjoy myself

- I’m sure she will

Paige raised an eyebrow, “I was talking about my form Azzi.”

- um good job hitting things me next? idk?

Not crazy,” Azzi responded, walking with Paige to her next station. “Just optimistic.”

- my fav optimist

Sorry I got really really into it and forgot I was reacting.

Paige gave a small nod. “Alright.” She hesitated for half a second, then gently pushed the car door closed for her.

- it’s crazy how much she’s opened up in such a short time

wanna come fight the janitor for me?

- girl don’t challenge her you know what she’s like

Didn’t think you’d answer,” Azzi shot back, but the smile in her voice gave her away.

- she’s in deep

Goes quiet. Especially when she’s locked in. Fight’s in a little over a week.”

- oof

But still she looked at Cam and said quietly, “Yeah. I do.”

- I mean she clearly likes you back Azzi

The weight of being perfect. The expectations of staying undefeated. The pressure to show up like I’m bulletproof.

- I could never do it

Azzi’s voice grew, steady as ever. “Good. Because she doesn’t know who the fuck she’s talking to.”

- real

For listening. Letting me talk,” Paige whispered. “I’ve never really talked about this before.”

- aw bless her

There was the faintest smile in Paige’s voice when she answered and God Azzi wished she could see it in person. “I did.”

- oo she’s down bad

Like something small had changed between them after the call.

- they got that mental connection now

Ok I love this! Not too much to talk about since it’s a moving on chapter but I really liked how you wrote Azzi breaking through Paige’s wall, really softly. Update soon! Hope you are well

- 🫂🫂🫂

damn girl rest your body

dne

um good job hitting things me next? idk?

me next ?!?!? some of my anons need therapy maybe

Sorry I got really really into it and forgot I was reacting.

i actually love this. i’m glad you were enjoying it bestie

oo she's down bad

we talking paige or azzi ??

ilysm bestie i hope your finals go well 🫶🏼

[levunalangs]

T’owal T’uesday #17

hm, this website looks different than I remember … when did they add the option to put apostrophes in urls!?

I really underestimated how many little bits there would be to translate going into this project! It turns out websites have a lot of text on them—who knew?

The original first post is here. The key says “has ants” for green, “doesn’t have ants” for red, and “unkown” for yellow. The caption is “The world by the presence or absence of ants in the wild,” the first reblog is “we are everywhere,” and the second is “I mean they.” The T’owal translation is a little wonky (we’ll just call that an approximation of informal speech)—the caption is literally “The world showing this: the presence and absence of ants.” I used “the world” (sdón) instead of something like “a world map” because I didn’t have a word for map … I later realized I would need one to translate the url so I made one (t’epo) and didn’t think to add it here.

The original second post is here. It’s a tweet saying “this is the new laughing wmoji” and “Lmfaooooo” (with a bunch of beetle emojis). Since “emoji” is a loanword in English, I decided it can be in T’owal too, though the /dʒ/ sound is transliterated as “dy” instead of “j.” The equivalent of “lmfao” is “htsdb,” short for hah tses dne bit, literally “laugh resulting in the ass leaving.” That could probably be translated a little better …

The note counters should have “fen fon” (literally “interactions”) before the numbers, rather than after. I couldn’t easily switch the order without making the words bold or the number not bold, and it was the very last thing I had to change so I decided to have them in the wrong order. If you know how to fix that, or how to change fonts, please let me know!

There are a lot of other little translation details that I could mention but I think I’ll leave it at that. I hope you liked this glimpse at T’owal T’umblr!

[besedar]

ena taka malo poletna ideja če se ti da, z veseljem bi slišal kaj imaš za povedat o besedi plaža in/ali obala

p. s. obožujem tvoj blog!!! z veseljem berem tvoje objave in potem to znanje s še večjim veseljem prelagam na ljudi ki me imajo že absolutno poln kufer hahaha

besedi dne: plaža in obala 🏖⛵🌊🌊

etimologiji: najprej plaža v pomenu kraja na obali (ker očitno obstaja tudi "plaža2", ki si tudi absolutno zasluži svojo besedo dne — zame je namreč nova in fascinantna!!).

Plaža je hecna, ker se na prvi pogled zdi relativno preprosta, ampak čim bolj jo gledam, tem manj mi je jasno. Snoj pravi, da je prevzeta iz francoščine, ki je besedo vzela iz italijanščine. Zaradi fonetike in pomena? V italijanščini je starejša beseda piaggia (piàggia?), ampak takrat še ni imela pomena "plaža", če prav razumem, potem pa spiaggia (s- baje za intenzivni pomen?). Če hočemo torej plažo z l-jem, brez s-ja in s plažastim pomenom, jo moramo dobiti od drugod ... Najbrž 😅?

Fascinantno je, da se zdi, da je francoščina besedo nekako prevzela dvakrat v dveh rahlo različnih pomenih, ki so ju še sami začeli v 16. st. mešati: najprej iz latinščine (plaga) v pomenu "območje", potem (potencialno celo nekako hkrati, če prav razumem??) pa še iz italijanščine kot "plažo" in nekaj drugih pomenov.

In od kod v italijanščino? No, iz latinščine, ampak mera ne bi bila polna, če ne bi tudi latinščina imela dveh besed podobnega pomena: plaga (ploskev, ravnina, območje) v klasični latinščini in plagia (breg, obala) v srednjem veku. Plagia sama bi bila lahko mešanica prejšnje plaga in grške πλάγια — oboje je iz istega praindoevropskega korena *pleH₂- (ploščat).

Obala je lažja zame osebno, ker imam precej manj virov, iz katerih lahko črpam. Snoj pravi, da je prevzeta iz hrvaščine (ȍbala — "obala, breg, nasip"). Praslovansko *ob(v)ali̋ti — *ob + *vali̋ti, torej "zvaliti, grmaditi kamenje, zemljo".

Drugače pa res hvala!!! Aadsasdfasd, to je res ogromen kompliment, da govoriš potem o besedah še naprej 💛💛💛!! (Mimogrede: ta blog se ima za svoj obstoj delno zahvaliti dejstvu, da so tudi ljudje v moji bližnji in daljni okolici imeli dosti poslušanja o etimologijah in kul besedah. Pa se mi je zdelo, da bo torej najbolje, če namesto znancem in družini polnim ušesa ljudem na internetu 😆. Tako da poznam občutek!!)

Viri:

Centre national de ressources textuelles et lexicales, s. v. "plage1" in "plage2", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://www.cnrtl.fr/etymologie/plage

Hrvatski jezični portal, s. v. "ȍbala", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://hjp.znanje.hr/index.php?show=search_by_id&id=eFxjUBY%3D&keyword=obala

Slovenski etimološki slovar, s. v. "obȃla", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://www.fran.si/193/marko-snoj-slovenski-etimoloski-slovar/4289442/obla

Slovenski etimološki slovar, s. v. "pláža1", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://www.fran.si/193/marko-snoj-slovenski-etimoloski-slovar/4290251/plaza

Wiktionary, s. v. "piaggia1", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/piaggia

Wiktionary, s. v. "plaga(2)", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/plaga#Latin

Wiktionary, s. v. "plage", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/plage#French

Wiktionary, s. v. "plagia(1)", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/plagia#Latin

Wiktionary, s. v. "πλάγος", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%CF%80%CE%BB%CE%AC%CE%B3%CE%BF%CF%82

Wiktionary, s. v. "spiaggia", obiskano 7. 6. 2025, https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/spiaggia

[waterfallofspace]

A Touch Too Human.

So this is just a lil thing I started/finished within an hour. Didn't edit it, or put in a TON of work, but Imma share it anyways because honestly? I just kinda had fun~

Characters: C/hoso, Y/uji -- No Ships, simply Platonic Affection. (Note: even though nothing snz happens with him, when writing, I pictured Y/uji as 18+, specifically 19 - 21) Word Count: 1.4k

(Spoilers for J/ujutsu K/aisen manga, as well as references to high fevers, very slight mess, and some swearing.)

~~~~~

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before.”

Choso manages to pry open his eyes, gaze landing on his younger brother. The pink hair seems too bright under the harsh fluorescent glow, and Choso lets the fatigue drag them closed again. 

“I’mb fidne.” It’s barely a whisper, his voice far too raw to produce a substantial volume. The act of speaking highlights the lines around his eyes as he flinches. Even without opening his eyes, he’s certain Yuji winced too. 

“You don’t sound fine…” A hand suddenly finds itself on his face, Choso letting a light moan slip through his teeth as the cool touch rushes straight to his bones. 

Yuji tuts, brushing some soaked hair from Choso’s forehead. “And you’re burning up. How did you even get out of bed like this?” 

“Idt’s dnothi-g. ehHh- hN’XGt-!” 

“Bless you!”

Choso simply shakes his head, hands raising to cup his mouth and nose behind a protective wall as he attempts to lean away from Yuji. All he succeeds at doing is making himself dizzy, the next bursts rushing out in a rapid frenzy. 

“hk’nntizshh-! eh’gnnxgttt-! hh’knnxgt! dnnzshh! oh shidt- yezshhuu-! ih’yizzsshhuuw-!” 

A light mist escapes through Choso’s fingers, leaving the table shining in the flickering lights. Yuji shoots him a concerned smile, digging frantically through his pockets as Choso feels his cheeks reach an unbearable level of heat. 

“That was some show! Bless you a bunch. Doesn’t holding it in like that hu- oh found them!” Yuji passes over the pack of tissues, leaving them on the table when Choso makes no attempt to remove the barrier he’s raised in front of his nose. 

Making sure to turn away slowly this time, Choso removes one hand, frown deepening at the sight that awaits him. Pulling out a few of the offerings, he cleans himself up, not yet daring to touch his nose with the soft fabric. 

Once he’s satisfied, he turns back to Yuji with a congested, “Tha- gk you, brother.” 

“No problem… Uh… I don’t mean to doubt you but… you still sound rough.” Yuji raises an eyebrow, gesturing to Choso’s face. “And your nose is all pink. You sure you’re not sick..?” 

At the acknowledgement, said appendage twitches eagerly. Choso groans faintly, fighting the urge to scrub at it. “I said I w-as fi-dne. I’mb dnot sic-k.” 

“You know it’s okay to be unwell. Even Gojo Sensei gets sick,” A mild terror seems to flash through Yuji, Choso raising an eyebrow at the shudder. “He’s uh… interesting as a sick person.”

“I wou-ldn’t kdn-ow, I’ve dnever… hh!” Choso suddenly pauses, eyes glossing over as his lips part far enough to show his teeth. 

“Bless you!”

“hH- guhhh… snuff.” With a rough sniff, he manages to pull himself back under control. 

“Oh whoops- Did I scare it away? Here-” Before Choso can react, a soft finger runs along his mark, the tingling in his nose suddenly sprung into an all consuming itch. A snarl breaks across his face, nose suddenly pressed against his wrist. 

“hnnchh-! knncchht-! inchht-! eh’dnxttt-!”  As the fit continues, his breathing gets wetter, each inhale starting to take considerable effort. 

Yuji stands silently, wincing at the strangled noises escaping from Choso’s battered sinuses. 

Finally, with another desperate gasp, Choso switches to his collar, letting the mist rain down over his clenching muscles. “hieh’YEHHshhuu-! hk’ehHHZshuuw-! eh’dehzshuuu-!” 

“Bless you,” comes the response, Yuji quietly pulling out a few tissues, and pressing them into Choso’s unoccupied hand. “Blow, it’ll feel better.” 

Doing as his brother wishes, Choso brings the tissue to his nose, breath catching dangerously as the soft folds brush against his markings. “hnchh-! knnchh-! aH’YEHHzshhuuw-!” As the final one breaks free, Choso lets it slide into a blow.

After the third round, Choso finally leans back, coughing into the back of his hand. As his blurry vision tries to hone in on Yuji, he feels a strong arm wrapping around his waist. Every instinct tells him to fight, to push it away, but in the end his fever wins. 

“That’s it, just lean against me, I’ve got you.”

“Th- agk you agaidn, br-other… hH’NCHhiuww-!” That one’s aimed towards his shoulder, a few droplets hitting Yuji’s arm. Choso opens his mouth to apologize, but Yuji doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“I’d say bless you, but judging by the state of your nose, I’m guessing you’re not done?”

“Ndot… quite… I te-nd to sdneeze a… alot- hH’KNCHhiuew-! ek’yehhzshhuu-! knnchh- enchhh- hh’dehhzshhuu-!” 

“Bless you!” Yuji smiles, easily taking the brunt of Choso’s weight as each shudder leaves him trembling.

“Sguse me,” Choso clears his throat, a flash of pain darting across his face for his efforts.

“Sdnee-ze a lot, wh-edn I’bm… I… hH’EHChhhuu-! echhhuuww-! Oh. Sorr-y, wasdn’t do-ne.” 

Before he can lose any more dignity, they’re standing in front of his room. Yuji leans him against the wall, unlocks his door, and helps him stumble inside. Choso sinks into his bed, fighting off the fatigue threatening to pull him under. 

“So, where do you keep your sweaters?” Yuji scans the room, pulling open the closet before Choso has a chance to answer. “Ah, got it! Alright, arms up, slide this over- yep, just like that!” 

As the cloth passes his face, Choso violently twitches, wrinkling his nose back and forth as his hands remain trapped in the air. Oblivious to the struggle just below the sweater's embrace, Yuji continues trying to maneuver it over his torso. 

“Yehh… yuhhh…. geh- hihH-!” Any attempt at speech is drowned out in the hitches, Choso feeling his nostrils begin to flare of their own accord. He stalls his breathing, hands beginning to tremble from their perch above his head. 

After what feels like ages, the sweater finishes its journey, resting comfortably against his chest. Yuji beams, admiring his handiwork from his position directly in front of the bed. 

“I… I’mb…. hhgt- gehht…. hh’yezzshhhuuiew-!” 

Yuji doesn’t even flinch as the fabric on his arm grows damp. “Oh, bless you!” 

“hngt’chh-! I’mb so- ingnt’chh-! so so-rry I- ek’tnngchh-! sorry tha-dt I- hh’gnn’chhuew-!” 

Choso holds his sleeve against his face, letting out another itchy moan as the sensation increases the tickle tenfold. “God I hahhh… ha-ve to- eH’YEHHZShhhuu-!” 

Throughout the attack, Choso pulls himself into the tightest ball he can manage, the very idea of consuming space bringing chills to his spine. “knZSHHuuew-!” Or maybe that was the fever. 

A warmth on his arm brings him back to the room, clouded eyes rising to meet the worried ones watching him.

“Are you okay, Choso?” The tone is soft, with something Choso can’t quite place. Is that… kindness..? 

“ah’kehhzshhuu-! I’bm-” The word ‘fine’ lingers on his tongue, but under Yuji’s gaze, it starts to taste bitter. Instead, something more sweet takes its place. “Ndot feeli-ng so well…” 

 The statement sucks the remaining breath from his lungs, seemingly using every last drop of energy. Choso feels his head start to swim, and before he can fight it, his head’s being guided to the pillow. 

A single tear begins to cut down his cheek, soft hands halting its journey, and sliding up to wipe away the rest that threaten to follow. A sob breaks from Choso’s raw throat, coming out as strangled and miserable as he feels. 

“I’mb so-rry Yuji. I dodn’t kno-w what’s… eh’knchhuu-! whadt’s happedning…” 

Yuji hums, running his fingers through Choso’s hair, brushing over his sweltering forehead. 

“You have nothing to apologize for. This is part of being human. Trust me brother,” Yuji offers with a gentle grin, “I’d know.” 

And with that single word, Choso finds the tears he’d been fighting begin to win the battle. His vision begins to fade again, but before he’s fully gone, he feels something warm begin to encase him.

“Wh- whadt ar-e you do-ing? hn’chhhuu-!” 

“It’s a hug!” Yuji pauses, his expression taking on a sadder tint.

“Have… you never been hugged before..?” 

In lieu of a response, Choso sinks into the embrace, leaning his head into Yuji’s shoulder, a sigh melting from his lips. A touch that feels distinctly human. Yuji’s laughter sounds far away, something warm in it guiding Choso deeper into the sleep that’s begun to nip at his brain. 

“Feel better.” 

It seems to echo from a place just out of sight, and Choso finds words too heavy for a response. Somehow, he knows one isn’t needed. Instead, he simply allows the warmth to swallow him. 

Goodnight, brother.