#i could probably just start on the next set but i was going to take the summer off for the mildly-inevitable burn out and travelling hijinks

[togamest]

If you’re accepting headcanon requests, could I ask for the Bofurin boys+Togame reacting to their s/o flinching while they’re in the middle of an argument? Perhaps it’s not they think the boys would ever truly hurt them, but more from past experiences, so it’s been a habit they haven’t kicked yet. Thanks !!!

-> what they do when you flinch during an argument. | gn!reader, mentions of trauma, the boys are a bunch of sweethearts as per usual. (feat. haruka, umemiya, suou, hiragi, togame)

author’s notes: hey there! sorry for taking so long with this one…i appreciate your patience and hope you enjoy!

HARUKA SAKURA

Instantly feels bad, but doesn’t really know how to apologize. Instead, he goes bright red out of shame and runs off in the complete opposite direction, ignoring you calling him back, so you start feeling bad for reacting that way.

You find him at the park a few miles down the road, head in his hands, and when you sit next to him, he tries to move away. You don’t let him, of course, wrapping your arms around him as you can feel him shaking. “It’s okay, Haruka,” you whisper, and he shakes his head, looking up at you. “No, it’s not,” he says firmly, his voice tight, “I should never raise my hand at you even if I’m jokin’. Mom would kill me.”

That gets a laugh out of you, and you hold each other for a while on that park bench until the sun sets. He presses kisses to your face, cautiously, telling you how sorry he is. You’ve already forgiven him, but it feels good to feel him kiss you. He even cooks dinner for you when you get home; even though it’s just frozen food heated up in his air fryer, the thought is what counts as you curl up with him on the sofa later.

HAJIME UMEMIYA

He’s very perceptive, probably to his detriment; so when he notices, even though you’re praying he doesn’t, his mouth snaps shut as he looks at you deeply. His eyes are boring into the side of your skull as you pointedly ignore his gaze, continuing to chop the vegetables in front of you on the cutting board.

Your chopping gets more erratic, and eventually you see Hajime’s hand cover your own, and tears begin to blur your vision as you curl your fingers into fists. “What?” you croak out, and you hear him coo, curling behind you with his broad chest pressed against your back. “What was that, honey?” you hear him ask, and you tremble.

“Don’t want to talk about it,” you respond stiffly, and he doesn’t follow up or push. He just holds you, instead, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck and gently swaying with you, letting you cry a little and let it out. When your cries die down to sniffles, he gives you another squeeze. “Better?” “Yeah.”

HAYATO SUOU

There’s not many arguments that Suou will engage in, especially with you; you’re the boss to him, but when he does raise his voice over something silly, and he sees your body shy away from his, warning flags go off in his brain. You can see the alarm written all over his face as he regards you with a sprinkling of fear.

You feel bad, too, for reacting that way; it’s a bad habit that you can’t seem to break, and the guilt of making Suou feel responsible makes you want to curl into yourself. However, his iron grip around you forces you to look at him, your cheeks red, attempting to not make eye contact as best you can.

It fails when you feel his hand firmly move your chin so you have to look at him, and your lip wobbles as you see his face shift into something close to empathy. “It’s okay,” he whispers, “you’re okay.” He can feel the wave of guilt coming off of you, stifling, and he presses a kiss to your lips as he does so. “It’s okay, darling. You’re okay.”

HIRAGI TOMA

Toma is not easily annoyed, but he’s certainly easy to irritate. You’ve left the dishes in the sink one too many times, and his voice raises far above where it normally is. You can see the rage in his eyes, not entirely directed at you but at the annoyance of the dishes, but you can’t help but flinch when he stalks towards you.

Your face is hidden behind your hands, but you peek through your fingers to see him frozen in place, eyes wide. The rage that was boiling off of him is gone in an instant, and he sighs heavily, placing the dishes on the countertop as he drags you into a hug. “’M sorry, sweetheart,” you feel him rumble against you, his chest warm against your cheek. You take a deep breath, nodding as you look up at him. “’s okay, Toma. I’m sorry, too, I’ll be better at it.”

He chuckles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Do I gotta give you gold stars whenever you do it right?” he jokes, and you roll your eyes, pushing him away. His laugh follows you out of the kitchen as you go back to folding the laundry you were dealing with before.

TOGAME JO

Jo is also not one to get easily pissed off, but when he’s angry, he’s really angry. He actually doesn’t notice you flinch during the argument at first, but he does stalk out of the apartment, claiming he has to clear his head as he slams the door behind you. You flinch at that loud sound, too, and as you curl up in your shower later, your chin on your knees, you cry.

There’s a faint knock at the door, and you manage to get out a small come in. Jo’s head pokes around the cracked door, smiling apologetically, but it quickly drops as he sees how red your eyes are. He’s stripping and stepping into the tub with you in no time, barring your wet pleas for him not to, that you’re fine, that everything is fine. It’s not, though, and he knows that.

He drags you into his lap, holding you so close to him that you can barely breathe. It feels good, though; being held so tightly as he whispers how sorry he is into your ear. “I saw you flinch,” he eventually says, and you stiffen at first, but relax as he continues, “and ‘m sorry I made ya feel unsafe. Promise I won’t do it again. ‘M not losin’ you to somethin’ so stupid, ‘kay?”

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[accio-victuuri]

hiroyuki mori the actor who played watanabe in hidden blade talks about wang yibo:

──Mr. Mori, you had many scenes together with Wang Yibo.

In the early stages of filming, I didn't have any scenes with Wang Yibo, so we didn't have much interaction, but he was always on set.

──Does it have to be a scene where you're not appearing?

Yes. He was there all the time even though he didn't have a role. He was in the director's room, watching the monitor. He's a really quiet guy. But one day, he was practicing his lines in Japanese next to me, and he said, "Please teach me this part." There were a lot of scenes where we were practicing Japanese together that were filmed on camera.

──I saw it in the making-of footage.

The director suddenly told him to do it in Japanese. Probably about three days before the scene where he spoke lines in Japanese was shot. In fact, when we started shooting, I thought it would be tough in three days. But it seems he practiced a lot after that, and after a week, he had improved to the point where he could do it. I know how difficult it is to suddenly learn a language that is not your native language and then act, so I was really surprised that he could speak so well. So I told him, "I'm surprised!", and that was the scene that was used in the making of the video.

He was always practicing Japanese during breaks in filming, and I could tell he was making a lot of effort. So I thought, "I wonder if I can help you in some way?" and I leaned forward. Wang Yibo is a shy, silent, earnest person who just works hard. So it's the same as the relationship between Watanabe and Ye in the movie. I trust him more and more, I like him, and I feel like a parent. There's a scene where Watanabe says to Ye, "I'm going to take you (to Manchuria) too," and that's like asking a lover to come with you.

--What do you think is Wang Yibo's appeal?

He attracts people without question. After watching the movie, everyone around me just talks about him. No, what about me? (laughs). If he was a nasty guy on set, I wouldn't say that either. He's a really nice guy. In the last scene with Watanabe and Ye, he smokes a cigarette, but he smokes too much and then pukes it out. It's a cigarette from that era, so there's no filter and it's really strong. The nicotine gets to you, you lose your voice, and you feel sick. But he smoked it earnestly and heavily.

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[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 51)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

With the wedding coming up, Cillian and you made even more of an effort to remain on good terms than you ever did before. While he was away, filming the Peaky Blinders Movie, you video called him so that Mara could see her daddy every day.

Every day, before she went to bed, you allowed Cillian to read her a story over the webcam, whenever he was able to.

It was a small gesture that meant a lot to Mara, and it helped her and Cillian to maintain a connection despite the distance.

Your therapist welcomed the positive communication and reminded you that you were doing an implacable job by keeping him involved even despite his busy schedule. 

During that time, you also noticed a slight change in Cillian's behavior. He seemed more relaxed, more at ease with himself, and with you. 

"So, what's the plan for Mara's birthday next week?" he asked one evening when he skyped in from London.

"I was thinking a party actually. She has been at daycare twice a week and made some friends. I was going to invite them and their parents. My mum, Siobhan and Emma are coming too, and I think even your mum is driving down from Cork. I also invited two friends from my mother's group," you said, filled with enthusiasm for Mara's big day.

Cillian chuckled, his eyes filled with warmth. "Sounds like you got everything planned out," he said, sounding genuinely pleased. 

"You know it would be nice for Mara if you could come,"  you added, hoping that he might be able to make the trip.

"I would love to," he said, "but you know I can't leave the set, Y/N. I have a busy schedule filming and I'm just hoping that things will ease up a bit in the next couple of weeks," Cillian said with sadness in his voice. 

You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, but you knew that filming was important for Cillian's career.

"I know, but what I am saying is that you are more than welcome to come if you wanted to," you repeated, looking him straight in the eyes through the camera.

"And I appreciate that, really," he nodded, taking a deep breath. "But I still need to wrap up this movie." 

"I understand," you said softly, biting your bottom lip. "And, you know, you can always celebrate with her when you come back by taking her to the zoo or something. She probably won't remember the party anyway, but she will also remember the zoo," you chuckled, seeing how it was Mara's favorite place to go these days. 

"You are probably right you know," Cillian conceded, his expression softening even further. "Now, did you call the carpenter to fix up the shelving in the living room? I told him that you would call and to invoice for it. You might need that done before the party," he continued, seeing how one of the built in shelves had collapsed after you tried to carry out some DYI work on it. 

"No, he can't do it until the week after next, but Sean offered to fix it for me before the party which is nice,"  you informed him, noticing how Cillian's expression changed for a second.

"Sean, huh?" Cillian chuckled; his expression unreadable but you could hear a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Don't start, Cillian! Don't fucking start!" you shot back with irk, already feeling the familiar burn in the pit of your stomach.

"I didn't even say anything," Cillian smirked, his eyes glimmering as he studied your reaction.

"Then why are you acting the way you are when I bring up his name?" you asked, rolling your shoulders back, trying to release some tension in your body.

"I'm not. It's none of my business who you spend your time with so long as you keep Mara out of it," Cillian growled, scratching the back of his neck impatiently.

"You know what, I was actually thinking about inviting him to the party, as a friend of course and only if you would allow it. Because he has been a big help those last few days, running errands for me for her party while I was sitting my exams and he asked me whether he could come," you told Cillian nonchalantly, secretly enjoying his reaction.

"Oh, did he now?" Cillian said with a sigh as he adjusted the display setting. "So, you two are getting more serious then?" he enquired  without looking at you.

You could tell he was slightly irritated, he clearly didn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing it on his face.

"Well, we are still taking things slow and we not being too serious about it. We agreed on no labels, but I still only consider him as a friend, with benefits,"  you replied, being brutally honest while watching Cillian's reactions closely.

"So poor Sean is still in the friend zone then, eh?"  Cillian quipped, the corner of his mouth curling into a slight smirk before he quickly hid it.

You noticed it, and it stung a little, but you tried not to let it get to you.

"Yes," you confirmed, doing your best to maintain a neutral expression. "He has been very supportive and helpful lately and I like having him around, but there is no pressure between us. We are both free to see other people. That's the way it is for now."

Cillian nodded, turning his gaze back to the camera. "Fair enough and thank you for clarifying your relationship status for me. I just hope he knows that too, because I am not the one who needs convincing Y/N," Cillian said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Whatever Cillian. Can you just give me an answer?"  you asked, your patience wearing thin.

Cillian's smirk faded, to be replaced by a look of annoyance. "What do you want me to say, Y/N? I don't want Sean around my daughter," he said firmly.

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Why not? He is a decent person and Mara won't even know who he is. There are other people there who are no more than friends either and there most certainly won't be any public display of affection," you argued , trying to reason with him.

Cillian sighed deeply, knowing that he couldn't win this argument. "Fine. He can come, but only if you make sure that nothing happens between the two of you that Mara might see, at least not until you are serious about him which, it clearly seems, will never happen," he relented , eliminating any obvious doubts in your mind.

***

Your mind began working overtime to decide a strategic approach to the situation. On one hand, you were glad that Cillian was allowing Sean to attend the party, but on the other hand, the caveat gave you a sense of unease. 

You explained the situation to Sean on your next date when your mother was looking after Mara and, much to your surprise, he was very understanding about it.

"My parents separated when I was twelve Y/N. I get it, so don't worry, okay? I don't even have to come. I can help you set up and then leave before Mara and your mum arrive," Sean suggested, trying to make things as easy as possible for both of you.

"I really appreciate that Sean, but I don't want you to feel like you have to leave on my account, especially since you have been helping me so much those last few days," you  told him sincerely.

"And I like helping you Y/N, because I know that being a single mum can be hard. Your ex hasn't really been making an effort to be here for Mara lately, so if I can do anything to help, I will," Sean replied with conviction.

"Cillian is away filming. That's his job Sean," you explained wearily, wondering if he had brought this up to upset you or validate his actions. 

"I know, but he should really make an effort to be there for his daughter's first birthday, don't you think?"  Sean queried, a hint of frustration coloring his voice.

"Maybe, but it's not my place to say or judge what he does, because he is still looking after us both," you responded, attempting to defuse the tension that had suddenly risen between you. "So, lets change the topic shall we?" you suggested, trying to keep the mood light and pleasant. 

"I am sorry Y/N. You are right," Sean sighed, taking a deep breath before giving you a gentle kiss.

***

Later that day, after you picked up Mara and Sean went his separate way to catch up with some of his friends, he couldn't help but feel slightly let down by the conversation he had with you about the upcoming birthday party and confided in a friend about it.

"Dude, you're acting like you are in some kind of relationship with this chick," his friend Mark joked, taking a swig of his beer. "You told me that you two agreed to be friends with benefits. You don't owe her anything other than your time while you are hooking up and she doesn't owe you anything either! So why do you even want to go to that kid's birthday party?"

Sean sighed, shaking his head as he stared out the bar window at the busy cobblestone street outside.

"Because I want to make an effort for her daughter and make her see that I could actually be right for her, you know?" Sean replied, finally giving voice to his true feelings. "It's just that she is so damn stubborn most of the time, and I know that she still has feelings for her ex, which I can't really compete with."

Mark chuckled, slapping Sean on the back. "Well, he is Thomas Fucking Shelby, man," he laughed, burying the rest of his beer in one swift gulp. 

"You are not helping Mark!" Sean rolled his eyes at his friend's remark. "I am trying here, you know?"  Sean said, sighing again, exasperated.

"I know, and Y/N is a lucky woman to have you," Mark smiled, clinking his empty bottle against Sean's before signaling for another round. "But dude, you need to just relax and stop worrying about her ex. If she wants to be with you, she will. It's that simple."

"She said she just wants to be friends and I don't even want her to meet you guys because I am worried that I will look like a fool when she decides to go back to  her ex," Sean sighed, sitting down on the couch in his apartment, feeling frustrated. "I mean, how am I seriously going to compete with someone like him, a famous fucking Hollywood actor?" Sean mumbled to himself as he paced around his apartment. 

"You may not be able to, but she may also just play hard to get, which is what a lot of women seem to do these days," Mark reminded him thoughtfully as he watched Sean struggle with his thoughts. "Maybe you should focus on being the best version of yourself for your sake and not for hers, and then she will soon see if you are right for her or not," Mark added with a raised eyebrow. "Or you could find something that makes her ex look really bad. He is famous enough, so surely, with the right help, you can dig up some dirt," Mark suggested with a sly grin and Sean's brow furrowed as he contemplated Mark's words, his mind racing with ideas of how he could ruin Cillian for you, once and for all. 

"Maybe I should try, yeah, but I don't want to fight dirty. Despite, I don't even know him or anyone who hangs out with him other than Y/N herself," he said, his morals preventing him from considering such a devious course of action.

"Well, let me help you then," Mark offered, pulling out his phone and conducting a quick online search. "I work for the Irish Times after all," his friend smirked,  focusing on the task at hand. 

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[oct0bra1ns]

What if y/n is scared of the thunderstorms because it reminds them of their parents fighting so they sneak into their brothers bedroom for cuddles

im melting man, crying also omg i think the brothers have become my favorite rn, i love them <3 I've kinda been trying to give them more character so ig i have the little basics of what they look like lol also i've grown oddly fond of calling them one, two three and four lol, also assume all this is happening at night or something :p also pink theme!!! also also everything in this is PLATONIC

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One never sleeps or rather he sleeps very little, being the head of the company, he has many things to look after, constantly on calls, looking through papers etc, as such he gets very little sleep. However, he probably has a set 'bedtime' for his sibling, especially on weekdays.

So when he sees his sibling crack open the door, he's a bit surprised. He sets down his papers, getting up from his chair , wondering why you stumbled into his room.

Being the eldest he was never there to see you cowering under the blankets when your parents fought, he was probably right there with your parents trying to either break up the fight or making sure they never went near where he knew his siblings were hiding. As such, he probably assumes you just happened to be scared of just the storm, not aware it brings back unpleasant memories.

Probably won't come to cuddle immediately, he tells you to go curl up on his bed and that he has a few things to look after but it doesn't take long for him to realise how much you toss and turn in the bed, pulling the blankets over your head.

For once, One decides to head to bed early or atleast try to, being accustomed to sleep schedule, he probably spends a while, still looking at his papers, absentmindedly brushing his fingers through your hair/holding your hand until he finally feels tired enough to lay down.

Very awkward while cuddling, he's so unnaturally stiff, it's horrible , half the time he sleeps like he's dead but also a very light sleeper as a result of his childhood, if he hears you having any nightmares, he's quick to wake you up, even if it ruins his sleep.

Two is probably the only person who takes time to wind down after every day, at night you'll probably see him using face masks while reading whatever catches his interest.

Two knows very well why you came into his room, he was the one to look after you and the others, making sure to usher all of you away from the mess, making sure all of you kept quiet, taking the blame for most things just so three of you could escape from their wrath.

Two pats the space next to his bed, letting you just lay there talking to him/ in silence, probably giving you a mask as well and don't worry, he'll remove it too.

Will probably read whatever he was reading to you or ramble about the things his students did or gossip he managed to overhear from his college.

Two doesn't sleep until he knows you're asleep as well. He is probably the best brother to cuddle with, the fluffiest blankets, the softest sheets and not to mention, he isn't as stiff as One is lol

Two does everything he can to make sure you sleep through the night without any problem. He wasn't able to protect his siblings from the aftermath of a ruined house but he'll be damned if he lets any of them suffer through it alone.

Three is probably the only person who sleeps early in the house, hell, he'll sleep through anything, nothing wakes him up.

You could just slip into the bed and he wouldn't notice until he woke up or you should wake him up first, although it takes a lot of effort.

He moves to the side so you can get in, draping the blanket over you before going right back to sleep. Three was never around to see that many fights, anything he saw a fight start up he'd walk out of the house, not coming back until much later.

But he's not stupid, he'll pick up if the storm makes you uncomfortable with the way you won't stay still. He'll be quick to pull you into a hug, mumbling at you to shut up and go to sleep (what an arse)

He probably has earplugs laying around somewhere and it the storm bothers you that much, he'll begrudgingly get up and find them for you.

Checks up on you in the morning instead, apologizing for really getting up and being there for you. If you didn't sleep well, he'll offer to find some excuse to give One so that you can stay home and sleep and he'll take you out somewhere on the weekends to make up for it.

Four being around the same age has also probably picked up unpleasant memories returning with loud noises, always being on his guard as a young child around his parents, making sure the both of you were never near them when an argument started.

If you walk into his room, you'll probably find him with his headphones on watching/playing something to keep him distracted from the storm.

Sleep doesn't come easy for him and even if it does, it's always plagued with nightmares, so tries to avoid going to sleep most of the time.

The moment you walk into the room he understands what's going on and moves over so you can join him on the bed to watch whatever he's watching, even if it means sacrificing his headphones for you.

If he's playing something, he'll ask you to join him and once again, hand the headphones to you so you can't hear the storm brewing outside. He lets you play whatever you want or if you don't want to play, he'll do it for you.

Once he notices you're asleep, he'll probably find some playlist for you to listen too before tucking you into bed. He'll gladly sacrifice his headphones and his sleep as long as your okay.

[endless-ineffabilities]

chemical override

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n: i caved and did an actual Ewan fic! Given that the lad is more of a public persona nowadays, I reckon it's fine (?) This is pure self-indulgence for all my Ewan loves. May have a continuation but idk for now, enjoy!!

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The reader and Ewan are paired for press interviews. Despite barely having any scenes together and only knowing each other in passing on set, the chemistry they share cannot be denied...

Your first round of press takes place in a primped up hotel suite in Paris, thanks to the team at HBO.

You are an up and coming actress, much like some of your costars in the show, but the pressure is heavier on you because you were entering in season two, whereas everyone was already well-acquainted with one another.

Your few scenes were mostly with Jace and Baela, so you grew close to Harry and Bethany.

However, the media team decided to pair you up with Ewan for the day. A little fun initiative was set by the team that a character from the Blacks would be do press with a counterpart from the Greens - hence, yourself and Ewan.

You're nervous as you walk down the hallway, unable to fully pay attention to the instructions your lovely assistant gives you.

She tells you about the different interviewers for the day, bloggers and magazine writers from all over the world. She reminds you that each one will only be for a maximum of 5 minutes, so it shouldn't be too complicated. She smiles and eagerly says, "Take a deep breath, you got this!", as you reach the suite doors.

But in your mind, all you can recall is your first interaction with Ewan, almost a year ago right after the table read. You had nervously blurted out to him that Aemond is your favourite character, after he just asked, "How are you?". He laughed, said thank you, before he was pulled away in conversation by Tom.

You pray to the fictional Westerosi gods that things will fare better today. That you won't get all tongue-tied when those steel blue eyes land on you.

Upon entering the room, the team is quick to fuss over you. Sometimes you forget that you're actually an actress now. A celebrity, some might say. It all feels surreal and you have a inkling it won't ever stop being this way.

Ewan is already seated in front of the camera, and he stands to give you a hug as you finally walk over.

"Hey there, how are you?" he smiles widely, smelling like cigarettes and something muskier as he wraps his arms around you.

Unroll your tongue. Rework your brain. Calm down.

"Hey, Ewan!" you respond. "I'm doing great, happy to see you again."

"Well, I only wish we could have had more time together on set." Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to take your seat before he does the same. "But next season perhaps? Who knows?"

"Oh, sure." You settle in, pleased by the fact that your chairs are only about a foot apart. "We can both look forward to my character giving Aemond the arse kicking he deserves."

He laughs, eyes glinting with mischief. "Come on now, I was thinking our characters are actually quite compatible, no?"

"Well, I sure wouldn't want to step on Alys' shoes. She'd probably curse my character all the way to Yi Ti."

"Hmm," he hums, biting his lip. You can't help but hear Aemond when he does that. "I say you can always count on Aemond and Vhagar to come to the rescue of a beautiful maiden such as yourself."

Well, you'll be damned. Ewan, while still an introvert of his own sort, is as charming as can be. If he's turning it on to get himself hyped for the press, it's working.

It's definitely working on you, to say the least.

The media manager gives the signal for the first interview to begin, and a reporter walks in, all ready with prepared script in hand.

"Here we go," you mutter, facing forward.

"Good luck," Ewan replies.

You both shake the reporter's hand, and he introduces himself as Jared.

"So guys," Jared begins. "Why don't we start with you telling me a little bit about what we can expect from your characters this season?"

The question is easy, and it doesn't take long for you and Ewan to think it through. Jared asks a few more basic questions, before drawing the attention more to you.

"When you watched season one, did you have a favourite character?" he asks you.

You smile, "Oh, I mean, I have to say - and Ewan already knows this, by the way - that Aemond was my favourite character."

"Was?" Ewan says, feigning shock. "Unacceptable."

"Was... Is... " you shrug, rolling your eyes playfully, earning a laugh from Jared. "I think I might be more a Daemon girl now."

"Oh!" Jared exclaims happily. "Does Matt know about this?"

"I'll be sure to tell him - "

Ewan interjects, shaking his head at you, "There's no need to tell him, because I'll convert her back to Team Aemond in no time, trust me."

"Daemon is awesome, though," you say to him, smiling.

"Sure." Ewan makes a face like that fact doesn't matter. Wasn't he the one who said that Daemon would be the character he would most like to play if not Aemond?

"And Caraxes is my favourite dragon." You share a look with Jared, hoping he would agree.

"Yes!" Jared says. "Caraxes is the best dragon in the show, in my opinion."

"Ah, you're both wrong," Ewan says. "My Vhagar is the oldest and baddest dragon in all of the land."

"My Vhagar, he says," you joke. "Seems like someone still hasn't shed Aemond for this press tour."

"And I never will, darling." His gaze is intense when he turns to you, and you clear your throat to fight the warmth rushing to your cheeks.

"Alright, they're giving me the wrap-up," Jared thankfully breaks the tension. "It was a pleasure talking to you guys, congratulations on the new season!"

One interview down, and your nerves have already considerably subsided. Ewan tapping your arm to start up a conversation once more surely helps in distracting you.

In the best damn way possible.

"How do you think we did? That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"I think we did quite well," you casually offer a high five, but your heart skips a beat when Ewan interlaces your suspended hands for just a moment.

"I'm glad they paired me with you," Ewan says, after releasing your hand. You hold on to the armrests to keep your fingers from twitching.

"I am, too," you admit. "I am a fan of you, after all, but I think you already know that."

He blushes, "Well, that's not a bad thing. I think you're a fantastic actress. I must have seen your first film a good ten times."

"You mean my first and only film," you add humbly. "But thank you."

"Only film for now," he affirms. "No doubt this is only the beginning for you, darling. With your talent and your charisma, I'm sure you have potential scripts piled up already."

"I could say the same for you! Have you seen what your fans say about you online? You're the internet's new boyfriend, Ewan Mitchell."

The media manager announces the next interview, but Ewan follows up with a response for you under his breath, "I have seen some things. But when I have a girlfriend, I'll make sure she won't have to share me at all."

Oh, so apparently he is single. But wait - why is he telling you this?

You don't get to mull over that thought. For the time being, the next interview starts and you make sure you do a good job at what you're paid to do - promoting the series.

Not daydreaming about getting with a costar, for heaven's sake. Stay professional.

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You feel lightheaded after finishing the seventh - or had it been the eighth? - interview.

Your assistant delivers a coffee to you during the twenty-minute break. Ewan had stepped out to the balcony to have a smoke, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

He certainly is everything you expected him to be, and so much more. Insightful, cheeky, dedicated. An artist, through and through. He was in the business for all the right reasons, passion and respect for the craft.

If he had any flaws, you weren't privy to them yet. If there are any reasons for you not to be attracted to him, you didn't know what those were yet.

But with every flirtatious remark and pointed smile, you can't deny the hope blooming in you.

"Hey," he reappears, pulling you out of your musings. "I hope you don't mind that I smell of smoke."

No, you didn't, not when it's him.

"Don't worry about it," you reassure him. You tilt your head forward to take a sip of your coffee, but a lock of your hair falls in front of your face. Annoyed, you think to reach for it, but Ewan beats you to it, tucking it back in place.

"There you go, darling," he croons, gesturing for you to proceed in drinking.

"Th-thanks." His eyes don't leave yours as you take a slow sip.

"So," you say, desperate to break the silence, "which interview did you enjoy the most so far?"

"How can I possibly choose? I mean, I really liked the one with ComicSociety, the guy that said our characters have a lot of chemistry and should get together next season. He's right, I already told you!"

"Ohhh, sure, that will go down really well with the Blacks and Greens."

He smirks, "I don't see why not?"

"For one, Aemond is ensnared by Alys, and my character will never give up fighting for Rhaenyra. I just don't see it happening, Ewan."

"Right," he mutters thoughtfully, "there is still Alys in the picture."

"Still in the picture? With the amount of steamy scenes you two have lined up for season three, I'd say she will be Aemond's entire picture in and of herself."

"Hmm," he glances at you once, then looks down. Dare you think it, does he look disappointed?

"But hey," you add lightly, "maybe we can talk to Ryan and he can flip the entire script just for our characters."

"Yeah," his cheeky smile resurfaces, "maybe you can take Alys' place."

Take the place of Alys? Of Alys. Is he insinuating...

"Next round of interviews, guys!" The media manager announces to the room.

"Here we go again, darling," Ewan squeezes your hand once, before putting on his professional face once more.

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By the end of it all, not even caffeine can perk you up. You were exhausted, you and Ewan having finished four full hours of press.

Your assistant comes to your aid, ready to direct you back to your own hotel room.

"This has been such a pleasure, Ewan, really." You stand, this time initiating the hug.

He squeezes you gently, humming in your ear. When you pull apart, he says, "I honestly wouldn't mind trudging through hours and hours of press with you."

That's sweet of him. You're too tired to mask the warmth that rises to your cheeks. "And I feel the same. Today couldn't have gone any better."

"Truly, and listen, maybe we could - "

"Ewan!" The manager approaches. "I'm so sorry to rush with this, but we need to film just a quick soundbite with you for Aemond. Just two to three questions for the Max Tiktok account?"

"Oh, okay - " Ewan is reluctant to turn away from you.

"Perfect! If you could just stand there by the windows please..." The manager already has him by the arm, directing where he has to go.

"We have to go," your assistant says. "Still have to prep for tomorrow."

"I'll see you soon, Ewan!" you call out to him. "Thanks again."

He gives a half-hearted wave, dejected as he watches you walk out of the room.

"That wasn't too bad," you share with your assistant as you enter the elevators. "Not bad at all, actually."

"Oh, you did so well," she compliments. "It definitely helps with the press that you and Mr. Mitchell have such insane natural chemistry."

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In the calm of your hotel room, you get ready for bed.

Just when you're about to finish with your nightly routine, your phone rings from your bedside table. You're quick to rush over, thinking it could be your assistant or your manager, with an urgent update about work.

But no - it's an unknown number. A UK number, as it appears.

Confused, you click answer anyway, putting it to your ear with a tentative, "Hello, who is this?"

"Hi, darling."

"Ewan?"

"Yeah, uhm, I hope I didn't disturb you - "

"Not at all," your answer comes out in a rushed breath.

"I also hope you don't mind that I got my assistant to ask your assistant to give me your number? It's what I wanted to ask you before you left today."

"Oh." You feel fully awake now, by some miracle, butterflies finding home in your stomach. "I don't mind. I... I should have given you my number, anyway. I have most of the cast's, in case I need to get a hold of you guys."

"Hmm, right," he says from the other end. You hear him calmly breathing, the sound strangely comforting, and wonder if he can hear the same from you.

He says, "I just wanted to keep hearing your voice. Didn't get enough of it today," and your heart just about stops.

"Oh. Okay," is all you are able to respond with.

"What are you doing?"

"Just... just getting ready for bed." Phone pressed to your ear, you shuffle around the room, putting some things back in place.

He says nothing for a few seconds, but you still hear his breathing, and some shuffling in the background. It occurs to you that he might just be as nervous as you are now.

Maybe.

"Listen," he finally says, "do you want to hear my pitch to Ryan about why our characters should get together next season?"

A genuine laugh escapes you. He sure is persistent. Playful, sure, but you're definitely willing to play along.

"Let's hear it."

"First," he says, "you have to renounce Daemon as your favourite character - "

"Not a chance."

" - and swear your love for Aemond."

"Keep dreaming."

He laughs, and you can only picture the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Aww darling," he teases, "don't you love me?"

The OGs will know that the final line is a nod to my first ever Aemond fic! 🖤

Did this slightly delay my series works? Yes, yes it did. Do I regret it? For Ewan frickin Mitchell, I would never ~

[cottonlemonade]

Mayhem At The Festival

word count: 630 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: Matsukawa x chubby!Reader (feat. Seijoh 4)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: I take a menu A with a soda and a matcha roll and sit next to Mattsun || fluffy school festival with crush Mattsun

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The Seijoh four’s laughter could be heard all the way down the corridor of Aoba Johsai High School. Well, not all of them. Between Makki gasping for air and clutching his stomach, Iwaizumi starting to wheeze, hanging off of Oikawa’s shoulder who was holding up his phone requesting a few cute poses, Mattsun did not have a good time.

To be fair, it was foolish of him to think his friends would not tease him for this - or that a picture of him wouldn’t be in the next issue of the school paper. Bemused he tugged at the skirt that barely came down to his mid-thigh and looked around the room of his classmates in more or less obvious and failed attempts to hide their howling laughter. And all of that just to help you out.

When you had come in that morning for the festival, everyone swarmed around you, asking with much concern how your arm ended up in a sling. You had quickly relayed the tale of your way to school and how some guy on a motorbike didn’t think it necessary to follow basic driving rules, having grazed you on your bicycle and sending you tumbling down an embankment.

Luckily it was nothing more serious, but a sprained wrist and elbow would definitely keep you from any possible manual labor today. Your shoulders slumped. You had been looking forward to the festival for weeks, especially when the sewing club revealed the costumes for the maid café. You swore you would wear the adorable uniform whenever you could because how often did a chubby girl with more curves than any roadmap find a maid costume tailored to her exact specifications. In your mind you had seen yourself gliding through the many guests of the little café attraction set up in classroom 3-2 and privately hoped that Issei would forget his duties with the volleyball team and come visit as well. In your imagination he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you and you would wow him with your dazzling smile and maid persona, laying it on extra thick just for him. But all that lovely daydreaming was shattered because someone ignored a red light.

Much to your surprise, however, Issei had broken the morose silence that followed your apology to the event coordinator and blurted out he would take your place.

No one took him seriously at first, of course, but when he didn’t join in the giggles and chuckles around the room, the class president had looked him up and down, squinted (possibly imagining him in the costume) and just nodded with a shrug.

After a good 15 minutes of more laughing and one joke after the other the students started to scatter, getting back to their original tasks. Mattsun sulked in a corner, shifting uncomfortably in the costume but brightened quite a bit when he spotted you coming over to him.

“Thank you so much.”, you said and he took a few seconds to answer, being too distracted by the blush on your cheeks.

“I’d say “no problem” but that would be a lie.”, he replied and you laughed.

“I can make it up to you!”, you said quickly.

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, thinking he would probably want to be reimbursed for the physical and mental trauma ahead in his day.

“I could… do your homework for a week… or… take over during your cleaning duties once my arm heals or…”

“Go out with me?”

You gasped, then coughed violently at having swallowed too much air. He gave an embarrassed frown and pouted.

“Yes.”, you pressed out between coughs, “Yes, I’d love to.”

“Good.”, he beamed, “Then, my lady-”, he got into maid character, “may I pour you some water to soothe your throat?”

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a/n: I had the best time writing this silliness ^^ thank you so much for the request @makkir0ll - I hope you enjoyed it 🌟🫶🏻

[sunshineandspencer]

All the world's a stage

A/N: Have I been plagued by musical!reader and Spencer ever since I set my eyes upon him and Lila? Yes, have I ever had an outlet before? No, suffer the brainrot with me.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Musical!Reader.

Summary: A case takes them to a musical theatre performance and Spencer finds himself utterly besotted for the pretty woman on stage.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: talk of disfigurement but no details, little fluff fic for my soul

Musical theatre is an immense part of her life, she grew up surrounded by it through her entire family, and did dance lessons until she realised that doing tap dance in a leotard probably isn’t going to get her very many places in the future.

So, the minute she left home to go to college, she got a theatrical degree and got herself out in the world. Made a name for herself.

Which is how she found herself playing Jenna in Waitress, absolutely her favourite role so far.

Unfortunately, a week into the show’s run, there had been an incident. No one was quite able to tell her what was going on, but her castmates kept getting replaced with understudies. Until, finally, someone better than the local police arrived.

They came in quietly, which is very good etiquette, and spoke quietly with the director while they practised. While the show was momentarily put on hold for the next few days, rehearsals wouldn’t stop, meaning she was now singing Used To Be Mine with all the emotion she can hold with Federal Agents in the crowd.

Thankfully she’s partially blinded by the lights as she sings, or else she would’ve seen him.

Spencer sat down to wait for the song to finish, and immediately found himself frozen. Whoever this is, she has to be the most talented person he’s ever heard in his life, and while he doesn’t often listen to musical theatre, he’d make an excuse for her.

Ignoring everything around him to just watch this woman give the performance of a lifetime. It’s only the rehearsal but she was treating it like a packed house.

The minute it was over and the stage lights went down, house lights flickering on so that the cast could be questioned, he jumped up and started clapping. Eyes bright as he didn’t realise that no one else had been watching her like he had.

It was impossible for her not to notice him, a bright smile on her face as he realised he was drawing attention to herself.

Laughing softly, she curtsied just for him, loving that she could see the little blur of his face turning a soft red. That giddy feeling settled high in her chest as everyone was sent off to their changing rooms to be questioned in order.

By the time it got round to her turn, a knock on her door swiftly turned into its opening and being met with the stoic man she saw talking to her director. Standing, she held a hand out for him to shake, giving her name as she greeted him.

“SSA Aaron Hotchner, we’re from the BAU.”

“Hi, no one has really told us what’s going on, but it’s not hard to realise that people just.. aren’t here.”

Smiling as he offered for her to sit down, the rest of his agents filtering into the room and starting to look around. She knew she probably wouldn’t be a suspect, but that doesn’t stop her from being nervous at having FBI agents in her dressing room.

Agent Hotchner was talking to her, gently explaining that her castmates had been injured and disfigured, which is why they had been called in. It was very unusual to have so many attacks with all the victims coming from the same theatre, which she could definitely agree with.

Then, as if the Gods themselves handcrafted the interaction, the man that had applauded for her earlier walked in with flowers. She stood up to greet him, a little quicker than she did for Agent Hotchner, which all his coworkers immediately noticed. Hurriedly, he looked between the flowers in his hands and then back to her, his cheeks flushing and jaw dropping.

“Oh! This- This isn’t-- I mean, you were great! Amazing! The best portrayal I’ve ever seen, and you sang.. s-so well.” He saw the look he was getting from Hotch behind her and cleared his throat. “Bu- but these aren’t from me. They were left at the desk, had your name on.”

Granted, it did sting and she had to resist the urge to playfully pout about it, thinking it might actually cause the poor guy to short circuit. 

“Thank you for getting it for me, and for applauding. That was very sweet of you..”

“S-Spencer-- Spencer Reid, Doctor. Uh, Doctor Spencer Reid.”

Walking over to take the bouquet from him, smiling down at it and loving that she could see his blush in the corner of her eyes as she brushed her fingers across his. It was a massive bouquet with so many flowers it felt overwhelming, so she moved it to her dressing table and turned back to him.

“Well, thank you, Doctor Spencer Reid.”

He could’ve sworn they were the only two people in the room, and he had to look away from her. Fidgeting with his buzzing fingers and focusing wholly on the bouquet instead of the way she made him want to melt.

Something was itching at the back of his head as he looked at them, it was.. too much.

Rocking back on his feet, aching for a way to ground himself, he pointed out the bouquet to the rest of the team. Pretending not to notice the rest of them grinning at him.

“Orchid, lily, anemone, gloriosa, delphinium, clematis and genista, it’s an awfully overcrowded bouquet. Typically, flowers were used to send messages, usually to people of significance in their lives. There’s a lot going on here, but if I’m right it should mean an ‘all-consuming love’, from a significant other that’s either really sweet or he doesn’t really know anything about flower language. You have.. a very sweet boyfriend ma’am.”

Okay, maybe he was trying to determine whether or not she does have a boyfriend, but he could hide that with a work reason. Knowing that if she didn’t, whoever sent these likely sent them for a reason. Since the show hasn’t actually run today, but they knew she’d be here, that didn’t bode well either.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m incredibly single right now.”

While she was smiling at him, the rest of the team turned to face them a little more. You didn’t just send a bouquet to someone saying you had an ‘all-consuming love’ for them when you didn’t know them. There was no card either, which made it a little more suspicious.

Especially when there has been someone disfiguring her castmates - people who played directly alongside her - so that they can’t get onto stage. Onto stage with her.

Emily walked over, realising that all the attacks were likely connected to her, and they’d struck out massively at finding her immediately. Now they could put her somewhere safe (and have Spencer watch over her).

“Ma’am, were you close with the other castmates?”

“Oh, I mean, somewhat? We all worked together, but I’m newer on the cast so I don’t really hang out with anyone yet.” It’s dawning on her now, they can see it in the subtle shift to how she’s standing and the brush of her hair out her eyes. “Is this.. my fault? Did someone do all that because of me?”

She looked to Spencer, as if expecting him to answer, and he immediately felt the need to step forward. Gently holding onto her upper arms to stabilise her, knowing how easy it is to get lost in your own head and not wanting that for her.

Of course, his own aversion to touching people and germs is nothing in the face of helping to calm this woman.

“For whatever reason this person is doing this, it isn’t your fault. We’ll take you to the station and I’ll- I’ll stay with you until they’re caught. Okay?”

His eyes fly to Hotch, but the man just nods at him, so he picks up her bag and leads her out of the dressing room. Leaving the team behind, buzzing with the need to talk about their resident genius and his obvious crush on the performer. 

All of them just watch the door swing shut until Morgan huffs out a laugh, going back to looking through the storage cupboard.

“He never comforts me like that.” 

Thankfully, they managed to catch the guy pretty quickly once Spencer took her to the station. Since he had no way to watch her, like he had apparently been doing since she joined the cast, he went a little crazy.

Genuinely trying to break into the station to both see her and attempt to disfigure Spencer since he was now the closest person to her.

The man, however, was an idiot, and got caught almost immediately because he was carrying the exact same bouquet he’d gotten for her before. Not even getting through the reception. Leaving her and Spencer completely unaware in the break room, slowly getting to know each other.

Now, she is convinced she could fall in love with this man so easily. It’s hard not to imagine a little life with him. He’s an absolute sweetheart.

When he offered to drive her back to her shitty little apartment, she jumped at the chance. Much to his team’s continued amusement. Spencer didn’t often get a lot of attention, but when he did it was adorable to see him trying so hard.

The drive back was filled with an immediate panic, his phone connected to the car - which he didn’t even know could happen - and it started playing his most recently looked at song.. which happened to be from the Waitress playlist. Cue him hurriedly mashing at the radio to get it to stop, only for her to lean in and press the right button to change it to the stations again. Assuring him that she finds it cute that he was listening to the show she was in.

For the most part, she talked about the other shows she had been in, and tried to coax out some stories from him just to get him comfortable. Unfortunately it was a very short drive.

Undeterred by that, she showed him where to park and invited him up, just to see her to her front door after such a harrowing experience. He picked up on the sarcasm, and nearly fell out of the car to be with her.

Although, when they finally got there and she unlocked the door, she turned and leant on the doorframe, smiling at him softly as he resisted the urge to look into her home.

“Thank you for bringing me home Spencer, that was very sweet of you.”

“Of course, it was the least I could do.”

She bit her lip, wondering if she really could do what she was thinking. It probably wasn’t a very good idea, but then she watched his eyes dart down to her lips and then past her into her hallway and immediately back to her eyes.

Humming softly, she reached up to smooth his tie that definitely needed to be fixed.

“And you.. don’t have a girlfriend?”

He shook his head so fast that she was worried about him hurting himself, but that thought was quickly overtaken when he parroted her words from earlier ‘incredibly single right now’. Nodding along, she tightened her grip on his tie and tugged him closer.

Kissing him very lightly before pulling away, barely a brush. He would’ve sworn that he imagined it if it weren’t for the giddy looking smile on her face, backing away into her apartment.

“You have my number right? Please call me, I’d love to talk to you some more.”

“Yeah! Y-Yeah, of course, I’ll text you.” More breathless as he forced himself to stop looking at her lips, giving a tight smile. “I can do that.”

“Of course you can sweetheart, goodnight.”

Smiling softly at his wispy ‘goodnight’ and shutting the door.

Leaving Spencer in the hallway alone to react to what had happened. Eventually, a giddy little laugh passed his lips and he needed to move. Pacing quickly and in a small line outside her door, wanting to calm back down before having to drive to the hotel.

The fact that she had kissed him and wanted to see him again was insane. Even though he’s in another state, she doesn’t seem to care, so neither will he.

But just as he was about to whip out his phone and text her, not caring about the social etiquette in waiting, he just wanted to text, her door swung open again. And it looked like she’d been similarly celebrating on the other side, if her messy hair and red face were anything to go by.

“Uhm.. hi, would you like to come in instead? I have a spare room.. and a bottle of wine?”

Holding out her hand for him to take, desperately hoping he says yes. And even though he’s probably going to miss his flight in the morning, how could he ever say no to a woman who looks at him like that.

Slipping his hand into hers and allowing himself to be dragged into the apartment, the two of them happily discussing things like dinner and movies they could watch. Is it wrong to say that he’s glad her castmates got disfigured if it meant they could meet?

Probably.. he’ll keep that to himself for now.

Want more?! Good!

[bestnottoask]

Finnick Odair x Seaside Picnic Headcanons

{Masterlist}

Pairing- Finnick Odair x Reader

Request- Yes

Summary- Just some headcanons of having a picnic with Finnick on the beach.

Genre- fluff

Warnings- none

A/N- This request was quite vague, so I decided to make it a headcanons post on what a picnic would be like with Finnick Odair. This can be read as romantic or platonic, but it does indicate closer to a romantic relationship. Enjoy!

Word Count- 600

Finnick Odair wakes up in the cold early hours of the morning just to prepare all your favorite foods and snacks, so they are fresh for you to enjoy, before he places them in his hand-made basket. 

Finnick Odair, no matter how much you insisted and tried to help him, he would refuse to let you carry anything other than yourself as you both strolled along to the beach. 

Finnick takes you to a private beach with clear, gentle waves and not a person in sight so you can both have the whole beach to yourselves for as long as you’d like. 

Finnick is scanning every inch of the beach in search of the perfect shells to gift you, and by the end of the day you have been given a large assortment of seashells ready to be made into jewellery. It’s not just shells either, if he sees a flower or a pretty rock on a trail, he will keep it in his pocket until he can give it to you. So, by the end of the day you're the one with rocks filling your pockets. 

Finnick will go for a swim while you enjoy the sunshine from the beach. While swimming Finnick finds another pretty shell and imminently wants to show you. He jogs along the sand back to where you are sitting and shakes his head like a dog covering you in sprinkles of cold seawater and then chuckles at your annoyed reaction before handing you the shell. 

He watches you intensely to see your reaction hoping you like the shell, and of course you do. You make sure he knows how much you love it and appreciates his gifts.  

Finnick will carefully be braiding your hair the second he gets a chance, as you both just talk about anything or just listen to the ocean while enjoying each other's company. 

He collects flowers from nearby and uses his knot tying skills to weave you a flower crown, which you wear until the flowers are completely dried up and then you hang it with the dry flower collection in your house. 

Finnick wouldn’t be upset if it started raining, in fact he would probably like it even more and dance around in the rain on the sand insisting you join him. When you of course agree you mention that there is no music to dance to, so Finnick imminently starts singing a song you both enjoy; only having it occasionally interrupted by both of your laughter. 

Finnick would hold your hand and guide you for a stroll along the shoreline, playfully kicking water at you every so often. 

When the sun has set, and a cool breeze has covered the beach, Finnick doesn’t waste a second in taking off his sweater and wrapping it around you and moving you into his lap to he can keep you warm while you rest your back again his chest and watch the sunset turn into stars. 

You could stay in his arms forever, wrapped in the warmth of his body. You don’t mind that he’s got sand on the same arms that he has wrapped around you, you’re just happy that it's his. 

Finnick Odair who refuses to wear sunscreen claiming that he doesn’t need it despite your best efforts to get him to wear some. The next day he’s burnt all over just as you predicted and he’s begging you to help him put on some moisturizer to which you obviously agree to help with, after teasing him of course. 

[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - Welcome Back

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: none

wc: 10.4k

previous chapter here

The next few days of their vacation are very similar to the ones before, consisting of going to the beach and snorkeling, heading into town to do some shopping around, relaxing and watching movies, and of course defiling just about every surface in the house that they could. 

“What if we just stay here forever?” Suguru asks as they lay in a hammock that’s tucked back into a small clearing off the beach sitting on a deck. The house is visible through the trees while they swing gently back and forth in the cool evening breeze. In the other direction, the pinkish orange sky meets the horizon, the sun seemingly falling into the vast ocean. Satoru cranes his neck to look down at where Suguru lays with his head against his chest. Their arms are wrapped around each other comfortably, fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces.

“Well…” Satoru starts. Suguru rests his chin on Satoru’s chest as he looks up at him, waiting to hear his answer. “I don’t think Shoko would be very happy with us, and I would miss Shiro way too much.” He explains, being the more sane of the two for once. Suguru takes a slow breath and lets it out just as slowly.

“Shoko can bring Shiro down and we can all stay here.” Suguru suggests a solution, still looking up at Satoru with a soft smile, actually thinking about and picturing it. The closer they get to heading back home, the more he thinks about going back to work and ultimately, about the possibility of a new position. One that would take him away from where he happily sits at his cubicle with Satoru and Shoko every day. One that would change everything about his job. One that would probably change just about everything in his life. He does his best to push it to the back of his mind, rather trying to focus on enjoying their final days of vacation before they have to head back to Tokyo. 

Satoru’s fingers wiggling in between the strands of his hair and rubbing against his scalp is enough to bring him back to the present. The sound of the tide bubbling up onto the soft sand in the near distance fills the air around them; the faint sound of birds chirping and the greenery swaying in the gentle wind. It’s the evening of their second to last day before they head back home and they lay pressed up against each other in the hammock at the back of the house. Satoru suggested that they bring out pillows and blankets to keep them cozy while they watch the sun set, so that’s exactly what they did. Satoru carried out pillows from their bed while Suguru grabbed a couple of the fluffy blankets from the living room. They set up their comfy hanging cocoon and climbed in, ready to watch the sun fall below the horizon. 

“I think you’d start to miss Tokyo.” Satoru says, his fingers slowly massaging Suguru’s scalp. “You’d miss the view from my apartment.” He continues, talking mindlessly as they both turn back to look at the sunset. “You’d miss the cafe. What would we say to Yuji?” 

Suguru thinks about it, pressing his lips together. “As long as you’re there, it doesn’t matter to me.” He smiles, feeling Satoru’s arms tighten around him. 

“I love you, you know that?” Satoru says, looking down at his dark haired boyfriend with a gentle smile once again. 

“I do.” Suguru says, looking up, mirroring the soft smile on his face. He looks back to the sunset and feels as Satoru presses a kiss to the top of his head, the feeling of his soft lips lingering for a moment before they pull away again. 

“I can’t wait to go on so many more vacations with you, Sugu.” Satoru says, his hand slowly pulling out of Suguru’s hair and moving down to rub slow circles on his back. “There isn’t anyone else I’d rather do this with.” 

“I sure hope there isn’t.” Suguru jokes, especially as they’re cuddled up against one another, legs tangled together and tucked in together under the fluffy blanket. “Maybe Shiro, but nobody else.” 

“Sugarplum, you’re the only person I would wanna be snuggled up with in a hammock on the beach with, Shiro included.” Satoru says, the smile loud in his voice. Suguru chuckles lightly at the nickname.

“How is it that you keep coming up with new names to call me?” Suguru asks, smiling against the soft fabric of Satoru’s tshirt. “You’re eventually gonna have to run out.”

“Oh, on the contrary, my love. I have quite the arsenal of names stored up for you.” Satoru retorts. Suguru raises his eyebrows, still looking at the sunset in front of them.

Now Suguru’s curious as to what names Satoru has tucked away in his mind. “Oh really? Like what?” 

“I can’t tell you now. If I tell them to you now then it’s not as fun. They have to come out organically, Sugu.” Satoru explains his reasoning as his hand continues the slow circles on Suguru’s back.

“You can’t even tell me one?” Now that Satoru won’t tell him, he wants to know even more. He’s not exactly sure that he believes that he has as many as he says he does, but somehow Satoru seems to have a new one every week, so his interest is piqued. 

“Okay, you get one. But don’t ask for any more.” Satoru starts. As he’s racking his brain, trying to decide which one to reveal, Suguru watches his thinking face, waiting patiently. 

“I thought you had an arsenal, why is it taking so long?” Suguru teases, looking up at Satoru.

“Okay, okay, calm down Rapunzel, don’t rush me.” Satoru finally says, shaking his head with a smile.

“So I’m both Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel?”

“Mmhm! You’re my beautiful princess.” Satoru agrees, giving Suguru another squeeze. Suguru chuckles, thinking about it. “Then that makes me your prince.” He carries on, a smug grin on his face.

Suguru smirks. “Hmm,” He clicks his tongue. “I think you’re actually more like a frog.” He teases, knowing it’ll get a rise out of Satoru.

“Hey!” They both laugh together at his reaction. “You’d still kiss me though, right?” 

“Of course I would.” Suguru responds almost reflexively. There’s a moment of silence before Suguru looks up at Satoru only to see him with his eyes screwed shut and his lips puckered dramatically, obviously waiting for a kiss from Suguru. He smiles to himself and stretches his neck up to meet his lips to Satoru’s briefly before settling back comfortably into his arms again. The sun is just starting to touch the horizon, the giant ball of fire in the pink sky finally starting to sink slowly into the blue sea. They sit for a while, admiring the purple wispy clouds painting the sky above them as it slowly transitions from an orangey pink into a dark purple and into blue. “I think we should just stay here forever.” Suguru returns to his earlier question, answering it for himself. 

“It really is pretty, isn’t it?” Satoru says, still looking at the real life painting in the sky in front of them. 

“Yeah.” Suguru gives a simple response, too enthralled by the view to think of anything else. They sit in comfortable silence, watching as the sun slowly gets smaller and smaller before the sliver of light finally disappears underneath the horizon. Suguru looks up at Satoru after a few minutes, noticing how he seems to be spaced out looking at the sky. “What ��cha thinkin’ about?” He asks, curiously.

“I’m still thinking about that cheesecake from dinner the other night.” Satoru says with a smile on his face as he brings his chin to his chest, looking down at Suguru where he lays. Suguru rolls his eyes, but can’t help but chuckle. 

“I should’ve known. You haven’t shut up about it.” Suguru points out. Since their dinner at the resort restaurant, Satoru had been ranting and raving about how tasty and delightful the cake was.

“And I don’t think I ever will.” He presses a quick kiss to the top of Suguru’s head.

“I think the restaurant is open until ten…” Suguru starts, waiting for Satoru to look down at him once again. Once he does, his eyebrows are knitted together, waiting for him to continue with his sentence. “I bet if we called, we could order some here.” Suguru suggests, finishing his thought. After the first day that Satoru didn’t shut up about it, he looked on their website to see if you could order it to go, and he already knew that it was a possibility; he was saving that info for the last night when he planned on getting a couple pieces as a sorry-our-vacation-is-ending surprise, but figured now was as good a time as ever.

Satoru lets out a gasp at the mere thought of it. “You think?!” He asks, looking at Suguru now with a crazed look in his eye. Suguru nods his head with a soft chuckle. “Well what are we still laying here for?!” He asks loudly, suddenly trying to sit up so that he could run back to the house.

“Satoru! You’re gonna flip us!” Suguru shouts, but it’s already far too late. Satoru sitting up had resulted in Suguru being dumped out onto the ground with Satoru falling right on top of him. “Ow! Get off!” Satoru hurries off of him with a laugh, the two of them now tangled in a mess of pillows and blankets. “You’re heavy and I his my elbow super fucking hard.” Suguru grumbles as he sits up, finally getting his bearings.

“Do you want me to kiss it better?” Satoru asks with a pout and an overly obnoxious baby voice.

Suguru stares blankly back at him, waiting in silence, stunned for a moment. “Please never speak like that again.” He says, completely ignoring Satoru’s question.

“So is that a no?” Suguru rolls his eyes and tries to hide a smile before offering his elbow towards Satoru who smiles and enthusiastically gives it a kiss. They sit in their nest of blankets, now on the deck below the hammock for a moment before finally standing up and gathering everything up and starting to head back to the house. “Do you think they’ll give us a full cake if I ask?” Satoru implores, his mind obviously still on the unforgettable dessert. 

“Toru, I bet if you ask, they’ll give you as many cakes as you want.” Suguru says, his arms full of pillows as they walk the sandy path back, feeling the cool, rough sand in between his toes as they walk. Satoru picks up his pace upon hearing Suguru’s words, nearly taking off in a full sprint towards the house, leaving Suguru in his dust. Suguru chuckles to himself as he watches Satoru hurry ahead, running into the open doors of the living room. He tosses the blankets haphazardly onto the couch before running towards the bedroom to grab his phone. 

By the time Suguru makes it back to the house, Satoru is already leaning up against the kitchen island and his hand to his ear, already on the phone with the restaurant. “Hi Riko, would I be able to get an entire cake?” He hears Satoru ask as he heads into the bedroom to put the pillows back on the bed. Suguru chuckles silently to himself but isn’t surprised in the slightest. If anything, he’s surprised that he’s only asking for one cake. Normally, two people probably wouldn't finish an entire cake in 36 hours, but Satoru could do it just by himself and still have plenty of time left over, so Suguru doesn’t really see an issue with it; he also loves how excited Satoru gets when he finds something that he likes this much. Suguru can faintly hear the voice on the other end of the phone as he makes it back to the kitchen. “Yes… Yes, we’re at number 6… Thank you very much Riko!” Satoru uses the girl’s name enthusiastically as he makes excited eyes at Suguru while he finishes up the call. 

“What did Riko say?” Suguru asks, leaning up against the counter opposite of where Satoru stands. He crosses his arms across his chest with a beaming smile, completely smitten with Satoru and the way he’s reacting about a cake. 

Satoru sets his phone down on the counter to the side of him and looks at Suguru with an excited smile on his face. “It’ll be here in ten minutes.”

“Really?” Satoru nods his head. “That’s quick.” Suguru points out, surprised with how seemingly easy it is to have a full cake at your doorstep in ten minutes. 

“Mmhm.” Satoru pushes off from where he stands against the island and steps forward to stand in front of Suguru, leaning his hands on the edge of the counter on either side of Suguru’s hips. He gets his face close to Suguru’s with a mischievous looking grin, looking into his eyes, but darting away for a moment to look down at his lips before returning back up to his warm and inviting eyes. 

“Still thinking about cheesecake?” Suguru asks with a smirk, his breath tickling Satoru’s lips. His eyes do the same, darting down to Satoru’s lips as well, waiting for them to finally come together. 

“Mmm,” He hums from low in his throat. “Something a little sweeter, actually.” Satoru says before closing the gap between their lips. Suguru smiles against his lips as his hands find their way to Satoru’s hips, pulling him in closer. Satoru lifts one hand from the counter and brings it up to rest under Suguru’s jaw, pulling him closer as their lips work with each other. Suguru takes Satoru’s bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging on it lightly for a moment before letting it go. Satoru smiles at the feeling, his other hand coming up to the other side of Suguru’s face. 

Suguru’s fingers grip into Satoru’s sides, needily pulling him even closer as they continue kissing like it’s their first time. He groans into Satoru’s mouth, letting his head fall back as Satoru moves to leave open mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck. “Fuck, Toru.” He moans at the feeling of his hot mouth on his skin. 

“Yeah?” Satoru asks, looking at Suguru with a smirk for just a second before diving back into his neck, starting to suck lightly underneath his jaw. 

“Mmhm.” Suguru hums in response, his eyes fluttering shut as Satoru continues leaving a dark purple mark on the side of his neck. He doesn’t care, knowing that it’ll be faded by the time they have to leave. “You wanna tell me what you want?” He asks, sure that Satoru is doing this because he wants Suguru to bend him over the kitchen island. He doesn’t have a problem with that, but he just wants to hear Satoru say it.  

“I just like kissing you, Sugu.” He says sweetly, catching Suguru by surprise. “Do you wanna tell me what you want?” Satoru teases back.

Suguru is slightly flustered by his response, not really expecting it. “Well, usually when you’re like this, it’s because you’re trying to get me to fuck you.” Suguru teases back, poking his tongue in his cheek with a smirk. 

“Sugu, I think you have a dirty mind.” Satoru continues playing along, poking a long slender finger at Suguru’s chest.

“I have a dirty mind?” Sugar starts, a cheeky smile on his face. “You’re the one that has been trying to seduce me all week.” Satoru lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his hand to his chest.

“Seduce you? Suguru, I know you don’t look at yourself all the time, but I look at you quite a lot, and if you were me, you’d want a piece of you too.” 

Suguru chuckles at his explanation, shaking his head at his cheesy line. “A piece of me?” 

“Yeah.” Satoru nods his head, furrowing his eyebrows like Suguru should understand exactly what he means. “It’s like you don’t know how hot you are, Sugu.” He continues explaining. Suguru shakes his head with a grin. Satoru still stands right in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face. Suguru can’t help but lean forward and press a quick kiss to each dimple on either side of his mouth. “Are you even listening to me?” Satoru asks, his voice rising in pitch with his question.

Suguru shakes his head, looking into Satoru’s eyes for a moment with a brazen smile on his face. His eyes dart back down to Satoru’s lips for a second time before looking back up to his eyes. “It’s hard to concentrate on anything you’re saying when you look like that.” Suguru says, slightly teasing him back, but not entirely lying. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.” He says, bringing their faces closer together again. The grin on Satoru’s face grows wider and his dimples grow deeper as he looks at the mark he’d left on Suguru’s neck. 

“Of course I’m yours…” Satoru starts as he brings one hand to the front of Suguru’s crotch, palming him lightly through his sweats. Suguru’s eyes close at the feeling as his head falls back once again. Satoru nestles himself back into Suguru’s neck, picking up where he left off and leaving hot wet kisses all over it. 

Suguru bites his bottom lip, before breathing out a shaky, “Hah.” Satoru smiles against his neck, hearing and feeling the effect he’s having on him. Satoru takes his hand away, but grinds his hips forwards against Suguru’s, moving away from his neck and back to his lips. Things keep heating up, Suguru letting his tongue make its way into Satoru’s mouth while Satoru lightly sucks on it, feeling Suguru trying to pull him impossibly closer.

The sound of the doorbell makes them both jump. The slow simple melody consisting of eight notes ringing out through the house lets them know that there’s someone at the door. Satoru seems to forget all about what was going on when his eyes widen, looking at Suguru excitedly. 

“It’s here!” Satoru shouts out as he hurries towards the front door, leaving Suguru feeling lonely and frustrated in the kitchen.

Suguru shakes his head. “Blue balls for some fucking cake.” He grumbles to himself and rolls his eyes as he hears Satoru open the front door. He crosses his arms across his chest once again as he goes to sit on one of the barstools at the edge of the island, waiting for Satoru to come back. “That wasn’t even five minutes, I thought you said ten?” Suguru says as Satoru rounds the corner back into the kitchen, slightly irritated that they were interrupted.

“She said they already had this one prepared! It was supposed to go to someone else but they didn’t want it. Can you believe that?!” Satoru asks, surprised that someone could change their mind on something that tasted as good as this cake. Suguru has a soft smile on his face as he looks up at a very thrilled Satoru. Satoru brings the box over to stand next to Suguru, wanting to open it together with him. He lifts the lid and reveals a perfectly decorated cake, covered in juicy strawberries and perfectly placed edible flowers. 

“Oooh.” They both coo in unison as they see the perfectly decorated cake sitting in the box. Satoru takes it out, not wanting to wait another second before digging in. He grabs a couple of plates from the cabinet and sets them on the counter.

“You want a piece, right?” Satoru asks, picking up two pieces and putting them on one of the plates for himself.

“Just one please.” Suguru says with a smile, sitting with his chin resting in his palm. Satoru serves up a piece for him and passes it to him along with a fork. The perfectly cut slice sits on the plate in front of him while he waits a moment before eating, wanting to watch Satoru’s reaction at his first bite. Satoru quickly takes a bite of one of the two pieces on his plate and immediately closes his eyes at the taste.

“Oh my-” He cuts himself off, letting his head fall back as he stares up at the ceiling. “Sugu, I would die for this cake.” Suguru chuckles, amused by his hyperbolic statement. 

“Baby, I don’t think that’s really necessary.” Suguru says with a head shake as he slices off his first bite with the fork. “I think you can just eat it, no dying required.” He brings the bite to his mouth and immediately understands why Satoru would say that. “It’s really good but I’m not sure that I’d die for it.” He says, looking back over at Satoru who’s quickly devouring the cake on his plate. 

“I don’t know Suguru, there aren't a lot of things I wouldn’t do for some of this cake.” Satoru continues, raising his eyebrows at Suguru as he goes for another bite, already finishing the first piece on his plate.

“Satoru, If you inhale that any faster you’re gonna choke, and I’m not gonna help you.” Suguru teases slightly, but also worries, watching as Satoru immediately goes into the second piece. Satoru shakes his head as he chews with furrowed brows.

“Oh don’t worry, Gugu, I’m very good at eating cake.” Satoru says, putting on his best act at sounding completely serious. Suguru smirks to himself and Satoru immediately clocks it. “You dirty minded pervert.” Satoru says, shaking his head with narrowed eyes and a smirk as he looks at Suguru. “What are you, 15?”

“I didn’t say anything!” Suguru defends himself with widened eyes, unable to keep a smile from his face as he says it, knowing he’s been caught.

“You like the way I eat cake...” Satoru says, doing his best to make his voice sound alluring. Suguru just presses his lips together, shaking his head slowly as he looks down at the counter. The smirk is laced tightly in his tone as he speaks his next words. “I can tell by the sounds you make.” 

“Okayyy, baby!” He emphasizes. “How about we go up top?” Suguru suggests, feeling his cheeks and the tips of his ears heat up suddenly. He gestures his head up towards the ceiling, wanting to go lay up on the deck and look at the stars. 

“I’ll clean this up and we can go.” Satoru says with raised eyebrows, nodding his head reassuringly, choosing not to tease him any further. Suguru picks up his plate and grabs Satoru’s from him with a quick kiss, taking care of it for him. “Thank you, Sugu.” Satoru says, giving Suguru a quick second kiss as he hands over his plate.

“You head up, I'll be right out.” Suguru says as he sets the plates in the sink to clean them off. 

“Don’t be too long.” Satoru says, pressing a sloppy kiss to Suguru’s cheek before hurrying up the stairs. 

Suguru wipes the wet mess off his cheek with a smile and quickly cleans the plates and sets them to the side of the sink to dry off. He hurries into the bedroom and into the closet. He opens up his suitcase and pulls out a box of beni imo tarts. He had already planned on giving them to Satoru tonight, even before the entire cake ordeal. Somehow, he always seems to have room for more sweets, no matter how much he’s already had, so he didn’t see a problem with giving them to him now.

Suguru holds the box in one hand and he hurries out and up the stairs to the roof. He steps outside to see Satoru already out laying down on the daybed, his hands locked together behind his head as he looks up to the dark night sky. Suguru strolls over, trying to keep quiet, but Satoru somehow seems to notice that he’s there. 

“The moon isn’t out tonight. That makes it even better for seeing stars.” Satoru says as Suguru approaches.

“How did you know I was here?” Suguru asks, walking up beside the bed and sitting down before lying down next to Satoru, the box of tarts sitting right beside him. 

Satoru shrugs his shoulders, looking up at Suguru as he sits down. “I dunno, just did, I guess.” He explains, sounding completely serious. 

“I brought you something.” Suguru says, turning his head to look at Satoru who quickly sits up. 

“You did!? What is it?” Satoru asks, immediately curious as to what Suguru could possibly have for him. Suguru sits up and hands over the box of beni imo tarts. 

“I know you just had cake, but I already planned on giving these to you.” Suguru explains softly as Satoru looks down at the box in his hands. He immediately opens it, eager to try one already. “But I know how you are, so of course you’d have to at least try one.” He continues on, watching with a soft smile as Satoru pulls out the first tart and takes a bite before offering a bite to Suguru.

“When did you get these?!” Satoru asks in the middle of swallowing the bite that’s currently in his mouth.

“I went into town while you were still asleep yesterday morning.” Suguru explains, taking the piece that Satoru shoves at him with a chuckle.

Satoru narrows his eyes at him with a scrunch of his nose. “You sneaky little-” He closes the box back up and sets it aside before leaning forward to give Suguru another sweet kiss, a smile on his lips as they meet. “Thank you, Sugu. They’re delicious.” 

“You’re welcome.” Suguru whispers back against his lips. Satoru presses one last quick kiss to Suguru’s lips before the two of them lie back down on their backs, looking up to the sky. 

They stay like that for a while while Satoru points out the same constellations as before, as well as pointing out some new ones that weren’t visible before with the moon in the sky.

“Do you see that really bright one right there?” Satoru asks, pointing to one of the brightest stars in the sky above them.

“Yeah.” 

“Well, you can’t really see the rest of the stars in the constellation, but that star’s called Vega; It’s part of the constellation Lyra.” Satoru continues explaining, bringing out his random star knowledge once again. “Vega is the fifth brightest star in the sky, so it’s pretty easy to find.” 

“How do you know all this?” Suguru asks, wanting to know more about Satoru’s hidden interest. 

“Pretty much every year I was able to take an astronomy class in school, I did. I don’t really know why, it just seemed like it would be something easy to pass, but it turned out to be really interesting.” Satoru continues as Suguru turns his head to watch him talk. He smiles at the way Satoru talks about it. “It’s too bright in the city to see anything, so I really like when I can get away and really see the stars.” 

“I guess we’ll have to take trips like this more often then, huh?” Suguru suggests, his head still turned to the side looking at Satoru. 

“Absolutely.” Satoru agrees, turning his head. Their eyes meet, smiles on both of their faces as they sit in silence for a moment before Suguru sits up and rests his head up on his hand, propped up on his elbow to lean over and press a delicate kiss to Satoru’s lips. 

“I like watching you be a nerd about something.” Suguru teases lightly, looking down at Satoru with a soft smile on his face. “It’s cute.” 

Satoru smiles back up at him, reaching his arm up to pull him back down for another kiss. “If it’s anything like when you nerd out at work, then I understand.” He says with a smile still on his face. “It’s hot when you get all into something you’re working on.” Suguru chuckles and shakes his head slightly before Satoru stops him. “I’m serious! You always get this serious look on your face; your nose scrunches up a little and you furrow your eyebrows, you really look like you mean business and it’s sexy.” 

“Really?” Suguru asks, unaware of the faces he makes when he’s really concentrating on something.

“Yes! I’ll show you the picture I have on my phone later.” Satoru reassures him, smiling at the thought of the picture in his camera roll.  

“You have a picture of it?!” Suguru asks, surprised to hear this information.

“Of course I do! How could I not?” Satoru shoots back before Suguru lays back down on his back and they look back up to the sky. “I bet the office is falling apart without you.” Satoru continues. 

“What? Why?” Suguru asks, his eyebrows come together, slightly confused. “And why just me?” 

“Sugu, I think you work harder than anyone in the entire office. I don’t know why you haven’t been promoted yet.” His voice is sweet, but completely serious.

As soon as the words leave Satoru’s mouth, Suguru feels a tiny pit in the bottom of his stomach. He still hasn’t said anything to Satoru about the new position that there’s a slight possibility of him getting. He had had a meeting with Nanami about it, but there was another person from another branch hoping for the job as well, so it stayed mostly at the back of his head. He assumed that they’d probably give it to the other person, being that he’s been at the company for less than a year, so he’s glad that he never brought it up to Satoru. At least I didn’t get his hopes up for nothing. He chuckles dryly, but it goes unnoticed by Satoru. “I don’t know, I feel like there’s others that do a lot more than me.” Suguru respectfully objects. 

“Suguru.” Satoru starts, sitting up and crossing his legs, turning to look at Suguru seriously. “You’ve worked here for almost a year and I don’t think things have ever been better in the office, and I’m not just saying that because I’m in love with you,” Suguru chuckles, sitting up to face Satoru with his legs crossed as well. “I’m saying it because you’re genuinely so good at your job and you deserve a promotion.” 

Suguru feels his cheeks heat up slightly at Satoru’s compliments. “You think so?” 

“Yes! Before you were there, Nanami was always stressed about something. You help him out so much it’s crazy that you don’t have his job by now.” Satoru continues, praising Suguru for how good he is at his job. 

“Are you sure that he wasn’t just stressed because of you?” Suguru asks, teasing Satoru slightly, but also being serious. He knows that even though Satoru does his job, the way he does it causes Nanami - and Utahime - an incredible amount of stress.

“That’s besides the point.” Satoru waves off his question and Suguru chuckles, knowing that means he’s probably right. “You should be working with Yaga at headquarters or something.” Satoru continues, grabbing onto Suguru’s hands and holding them tightly in his own, shaking them to get his point across.

Suguru feels the pit in his stomach grow slightly and his face feels warm. He hopes that Satoru doesn’t notice the clammy feeling in his palms. Maybe… He just presses his lips together, looking down at his hands in Satoru’s. “Thank you, baby.” He says with a warm smile, looking up at Satoru and into his eyes. His face is dim without the moonlight there to illuminate their faces tonight. 

“It’s getting a little chilly, are you cold?” Satoru changes the subject, feeling a shiver run up his spine at the cool night time breeze that blows through the two of them. 

Suguru is thankful for the change in subject and immediately pulls his crew neck over his shoulders and hands it over to Satoru for him to put on, knowing that his question was his way of saying that he was cold.

“You won’t get cold?” Satoru asks, looking at him with wide eyes, reluctant to take it at first.

Suguru shakes his head as Satoru pulls it over his head, feeling the residual warmth in the fabric. “I’m fine, I was a little warm anyways.” The faint cool breeze blows over his warm skin, effectively cooling him down fairly quickly. 

Satoru smiles back at him, taking in the warm scent surrounding him. “Thank you, Suguboo.” He says with a smile, leaning forwards to press a kiss to Suguru’s lips. 

“You’re welcome, my love.” Suguru responds, his voice as warm as the sweatshirt he gave to Satoru. Satoru smiles at the sound; Suguru’s voice warms his heart from the inside out. They lay back down and stay outside a little while longer, looking up at the night sky, even seeing a shooting star, which has Satoru shouting enthusiastically as it trails across the sky.

“Hey, shhh. Someone’s gonna complain if you’re too loud so late at night.” Suguru hushes him as Satoru cheers excitedly.

“Let them complain! I haven’t seen a shooting star in who knows how long. Years!” Satoru shoots back, while Suguru chuckles softly, only slightly worried that one of their neighbors might be able to hear them. 

It’s not long before Satoru is stretching his arms up with a yawn. “I think it might be time for bed.” Suguru notices and says, sitting up with a yawn as well, looking down at Satoru where he lays, his eyes looking heavy. “And no, you’ll freeze if you fall asleep and stay out here all night.” Suguru continues, knowing that Satoru will object and suggest sleeping outside.

“You know me so well.” Satoru says with a cheeky grin, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. “Carry me?” He asks with his bottom lip stuck out into a pout, looking up at Suguru with begging eyes.

“Tch.” Suguru chuckles as he stands up while shaking his head, making sure to grab the box of tarts because he knows that Satoru will accidentally forget it. “You have two legs, don't you?” 

“Suguuu.” Satoru whines from his spot on the daybed. Suguru stares back at him for a second, raising his eyebrows at him.

“Okay, okay.” Suguru gives in all too easily, knowing that Satoru is far too stubborn and he won’t give up. “Get over here you big baby.” 

“Yay!” Satoru tiredly celebrates, wrapping his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and holding on tight while Suguru slides his arms under his knees, picking him up seemingly effortlessly while still holding onto the box in one hand. Satoru nestles his head into Suguru’s chest as they head back down the stairs and into their dimly lit bedroom. Suguru sets him down on his side of the bed before continuing into the bathroom. 

Satoru follows after him, needing to brush his teeth before going to bed. “Oh, so you can suddenly walk now?” Suguru asks with a tease laced into his tone, seeing him in the mirror as he clips his hair up.

“Well yeah, I have to brush my teeth at least.” Satoru says like it’s common sense, grabbing his toothbrush and standing next to Suguru as he does the same. Suguru rolls his eyes, holding back a smile as he gets toothpaste onto the brush before handing it off to Satoru.

The two of them quickly run through their bedtime routines before flicking off the lights and climbing into bed, Satoru still wearing Suguru’s sweatshirt from earlier. “You okay with just staying here tomorrow? Use our last day to relax?” Suguru suggests as he rests his head on Satoru’s warm chest. 

Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru, holding him close as they pull the blanket up. “Sounds good to me.” Satoru hadn’t planned much for the second half of the week, so they were already prepared to at least sleep in on their last day. “I hope you had fun this week, Sugu.” 

“I did, baby.” Suguru responds sweetly. “Thank you for planning it.” He continues, speaking quietly into Satoru’s chest. “I can do the next one.” 

“You don’t want me to?” Satoru asks, his hand stroking the back of Suguru’s hair delicately.

Suguru looks back at him with furrowed brows. “Do you want to? I was thinking we could take turns? Or we could just do it together.” He smiles, his eyes falling shut at the feeling of Satoru’s hand on the back of his head.

“I think we should do it together. I had fun, but I think it would be fun to plan it with you next time.” Satoru admits. “I liked surprising you though, it was fun to see your reaction to everything.” 

“Thank you again for planning this all, Toru. It’s been a great week with you.” Suguru says, a yawn starting to interrupt him as he speaks. “We can talk about it when we get back home, okay?” Suguru snakes his own hand up into Satoru’s hair to rub his head slowly. 

The feeling of Suguru’s warm fingers in his hair is enough to have him falling asleep already. “Deal.” Satoru agrees, his head starting to fill with ideas already for their next trip as he quickly drifts off to sleep with Suguru in his arms.

~~~~~~~~~~

 “Suguru, I don’t wanna go home yet.” Satoru says in a quiet whiny tone from their seats on the plane. Even though it wasn’t a long flight - only about two and a half hours - of course Satoru had to get the two of them first class seats on the way there and on the way back home. He wanted their entire vacation to be comfortable from start to finish, and he wasn’t going to skimp on the flight either. 

“Well, considering we’re landing back in Tokyo in about-” He looks down at his wrist that sits empty of a watch, pretending to check the time, “20 minutes, I think it’s a little late for that.” Suguru looks over at where Satoru sits in the airplane seat next to him. 

“How about when we land we just go get on a different plane and go somewhere else?” Satoru suggests, only half joking. “We can just travel forever.”

“You can go ahead and do that, and I’ll tell Nanami Monday morning that you won’t be coming back to work, how does that sound?” He watches with a cocked eyebrow as Satoru throws his head back dramatically against his seat with a quiet groan and a frown. “Is that a no?” 

Satoru turns to look back at him with his eyes widened. “You don’t have to go back either, I can support us both.” Satoru explains, trying to convince him to go along with his hopeful idea, knowing that it probably isn’t going to work.

“What if you leave me?” Suguru asks, still with one eyebrow raised. Satoru’s eyes widen as he brings one hand to his chest with a quiet gasp. 

“Gugu, I’m a little hurt that you think that would ever even cross my mind.” Satoru retorts, shaking his head and leaning it down on Suguru’s shoulder. “You’re stuck with me.” Suguru smiles to himself at his response.

“Alright, what happens when your trust fund baby money runs out?” Suguru asks, slightly teasing him as he presses a soft kiss to the top of Satoru’s head. 

Satoru chuckles lightly. “Don’t worry about that happening, Gugu.” He says, a hint of arrogance in his voice. “We’ll be fine.”

“Even with you spending money like you have the past week?” Suguru asks, slightly surprised. He knows that Satoru’s family has money, but he’s never really implored on how much. If Satoru wants to talk about it, he’ll listen, but he's never planned to ask because it simply isn’t his business.

“Yes, Suguboo. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Satoru reassures him, squeezing his knee lightly. They sit quietly, listening to Satoru’s playlist as the plane soon lands back in Tokyo, the two of them finally home after a week away. 

“So are you coming home with me?” Satoru asks, as they make it out to the road to catch a ride after grabbing their suitcases. The early afternoon sun shines brightly down on them, the cool late-autumn-early-winter breeze blowing through as cars pass by, stopping to pick up and drop off countless people. It’s noisy - cars, buses, people talking - but all they acknowledge in front of the busy airport is one another. 

“Baby,” Suguru starts in a wistful tone, looking at Satoru who already has a pout on his face, knowing what answer is coming. “I know you would love that - and I would love that just as much - but I need to unpack my suitcase and get ready for work tomorrow.” Suguru pulls out his phone as he talks, starting to order a ride so he doesn’t have to worry about taking the train to get home. 

“Why don’t you just leave your stuff at my place?” Satoru suggests without giving it a second thought, pulling out his sunglasses and putting them on as he’s squinting in the sunlight. 

Suguru lifts his head from his focus on his phone. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” Suguru asks with a half smile, his nose scrunching and squinting one eye of his own, looking through his furrowed brows, trying to shield his eyes from the bright afternoon sun.

“If I was, what would you say?” Satoru returns smoothly, standing with one hand in his pocket and the other leaning on his suitcase handle, seeming very nonchalant about the entire situation.

Suguru thinks for a moment, feeling his heart racing in his chest. His immediate reaction is to say yes right away, but he takes a second. He wants to give him an answer, but is nervous that if he waits too long it’ll give Satoru the wrong idea. “I’d say give me a day to think about it?” Suguru answers, but it sounds more like a question. He doesn’t know what kind of reaction he was expecting, but he’s surprised when Satoru smiles back at him. 

“Let me know when you make it home, yeah?” Satoru asks, stepping in to press a quick peck to Suguru’s lips. 

“You too.” Suguru says, grabbing and giving his hand a squeeze, realizing that they’re about to part ways for the first time in a week.

“I love you.” Satoru says quickly, a soft smile on his face, sameness laced in his tone, having to finally be apart from Suguru for a night.

“I love you too.” Suguru says, shooting a semi-forced smile back at him, not ready to part ways just yet, but knowing that they have to. 

“See you tomorrow.” Satoru says as he turns and starts his walk towards the train platform to head home.

“See you tomorrow.” Suguru parrots back after him, not entirely wanting to let him go, but needing to get into his arriving ride. It’s a fairly quick one back to his apartment. Suguru thanks the driver as he closes the door behind him and grabs his suitcase, approaching the front doors of his apartment building that seem almost foreign to him after an entire week away. 

He makes his way up the stairs, feeling like he’s about to collapse having to carry his suitcase up. His energy is drained from him after a long morning and early afternoon of traveling, having to take the ferry from Motobu back to Naha before flying back to Tokyo. He rolls his suitcase down the hallway and finally makes it to his door, unlocking it and pushing it open to his apartment. He steps inside with a blank face and a sigh. It’s no Okinawa villa, but it’s home... It doesn’t have Satoru though. He thinks to himself as he makes his way around the corner and opens up his bedroom door. 

Before he does anything else, he pulls out his phone and sends a text to Satoru, letting him know that he got home alright. He checks Satoru’s location and sees that he’s still on the train, but is nearly home as well. Setting his phone down on the counter, he heads into his bedroom, the familiar scent of his home finally filling his nose as he steps inside.  

Although he’s exhausted, he picks up his suitcase and drops it at the edge of his bed with ease, wanting to unpack first thing before doing anything else. He grabs the blue claw clip that sits on his nightstand - a gift from Satoru - and pulls back his hair before neatly clipping it up and out of the way. He unzips his suitcase and opens it up, seeing everything still perfectly packed inside. He gets to work, unpacking dirty clothes and tossing them into the hamper and when done, he pulls out his bathroom bag. He heads into the bathroom and is nearly finished putting everything away when he hears his phone ding from the kitchen counter. 

He heads out to pick it up, knowing that it’s probably Satoru telling him that he made it home. Suguru opens up his phone and is happily surprised with a picture of Satoru with Shiro sitting on his chest. He chuckles to himself before saving the picture to his camera roll.

‘Someone missed you!’ He types out and sends back, sticking his phone into his pocket and heading back into the bathroom to put his last couple things away. 

‘She hasn’t left my side since I walked through the door’

Suguru smiles to himself, excited to see Shiro again tomorrow after work. He puts his suitcase away, having unpacked after only 15 minutes of being home. With a satisfied sigh, he heads into the bathroom, sad to not have the outdoor shower anymore, but also thankful to be back in a familiar space with his own things. 

He takes a quick shower, washing away the tired and unpleasant feeling from traveling, finally starting to feel like he’s back at home. After his shower and quick routine, he pulls on a pair of sweats and a roomy tshirt before settling down in the living room on the couch, picking up his laptop from the coffee table. Suguru opens it up, wanting to at least catch up on reading the emails that he’d missed during their week away from work. 

He puts some music up on the tv to serve as background noise while he clicks through his inbox. His hair is down as he allows it to air dry, his bangs resting in front of his face as he looks down at the screen. He sees the occasional important email that required action, but a majority of them are random things that he’s been cc’d on for who knows what reason or one word replies to emails that he’d sent the week prior. He finally makes it to the emails from Friday and comes upon one from Nanami that he had sent later in the day. He clicks on it, thinking that it’s nothing out of the ordinary. The subject line reads, “Welcome Back.” It was from Friday, but Nanami knew that Suguru wouldn’t be checking his emails until he was back home.

Suguru clicks on it and quickly skims over the words on the screen at first, not expecting much, but is quickly mistaken. His lips part and his mouth falls open ever so slightly. He sits there for a moment, his jaw slack, unsure if his eyes were playing tricks on him from the exhaustion from travel or if what he was reading was actually real. He reads the words over and over again, still not entirely believing that they’re real. 

‘Welcome back, hope you’re feeling well refreshed after your trip. We’ll have an official meeting about it first thing Monday, but I just wanted to let you know as soon as I could.’ 

He feels his heart nearly beating out of his chest as he reads the next sentence slowly, looking carefully and making sure he’s not wildly misunderstanding Nanami’s words. 

‘The other candidate dropped out.’ Suguru swears that he’s having a heart attack right in his living room. The sound of the tv is long gone as he’s zoned out looking at the bright screen of his laptop. His breath is hitched in the back of his throat as he reads the rest of Nanami’s email. 

‘Corporate wants to hire internally, so unless someone else expresses interest, it's basically all you. I’m not saying 100% that the job is yours, but I just wanted to let you know asap. Just stop by my office first thing Monday morning. :) Thank you - Branch Manager - Kento Nanami’

Suguru is stunned; he doesn’t know what to do in the slightest. He feels like laughing, screaming even, but he doesn’t. He continues staring at the words in front of him, just rereading them as many times as he can to get it into his head. 

“Holy shit.” He says out loud to himself with a dazed chuckle, finally breaking himself out of the state he was in. He looks around for a moment, dumbstruck before grabs the tv remote and turns down the music, tossing the remote to the side. He leans forward and sets his laptop down on the coffee table and closes it before sitting back into the couch. He clasps his hands behind his head and leans back, looking up at the ceiling and taking a couple deep breaths. “What the hell am I gonna do?” He continues talking to himself. 

He thinks about what Nanami had said about it previously. He has so many questions that he can’t even ask yet. Would I start right away? What would happen to my job? Who would replace me? How would training go? Where will I be training? What is Satoru gonna think? He stops for a moment. Satoru. I need to tell him. He starts to reach for his phone, but thinks back to the email. ‘I’m not saying 100% that the job is yours.’ He brings his lips in between his teeth, pausing for a moment. I’ll tell him after… If I even get it. He decides, not wanting Satoru to celebrate prematurely and make a big deal out of nothing. Yeah… I’ll tell him afterwards…

The rest of Suguru’s night is pretty much like any other Sunday night. He orders dinner for himself, not feeling like cooking tonight. After he’s let his hair fully dry, he clips it back up with the same blue claw clip, wanting it up and out of the way while he tries to focus on anything but his upcoming meeting with Nanami in the morning. He finds himself unable to find a decent distraction and finally decides to just continue working, wanting to start getting caught up. 

The email sits at the top of his inbox, staring at him as he goes through and starts replying to everything that he had missed. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything crazy that had happened while they were away, so he only had a few things that really required his attention and was most of the way caught up by the time his food arrived. 

Suguru eats the soba he ordered on his couch while he watches a movie that Shoko had told him about that he was sure Satoru wouldn’t like. As he focuses on the movie, he can’t help but think about Satoru’s earlier question. They had been together just over nine months, although they had known each other for just about a year. He wants nothing more than to wake up next to him every morning and come home to him at the end of every night.

He already knows his answer for him, but can’t help but hesitate. What if I need to be closer to Yokohama for work? What if I’m gone too much? What would mom think? Is it too soon? What if Satoru doesn’t want to move out of his place now? His mind is racing with all kinds of ‘what if’s and it’s driving him a little insane. A yawn suddenly escapes him and he looks down at his phone, checking the time. Only 7:30? Why am I so tired already? 

He decides to make sure that his alarm is set for the morning now because if he falls asleep by accident, he’ll be late to his meeting with Nanami and that can’t happen. Don’t want a repeat of my second day. He makes sure that he’ll wake up on time by setting three separate alarms before setting his phone back down on the couch beside him and taking his dishes back to the kitchen. 

He’s slightly surprised that he hasn’t received a text from Satoru since he got home, but he imagines that he’s probably trying to give him some space to think about his offer from earlier. Suguru smiles at the thought, knowing how hard it must be for Satoru to not text him at least once. On a normal day, he can’t go more than an hour without texting Suguru something. It’s times like this that he wishes he had a cat, something to distract him. But if I move in with Satoru, I’ll have Shiro. That’s a plus. 

His mind was made up the second Satoru had asked him the question, but he really did want to think about it for the night. As he’s getting ready for bed, he continues thinking about it. We practically already live together, just with more steps. No more than two days had gone by in the past six months that the two of them weren't sleeping in the same bed, aside from when Suguru went to Kyoto. Half of his closet was in Satoru’s closet, taking up space that Satoru graciously gave up just for him. He had duplicates of just about everything in his bathroom at Satoru’s place to use when he slept over. 

It wasn’t that he was nervous about Satoru not wanting him there, but more so just the overall act of moving in together in general. It’s a big deal, and he wanted to treat it as such.

I feel like a grandpa going to bed so early. He crawls underneath his covers even though it’s not even 8:30 yet. He wasn’t feeling too tired for most of the evening, but as soon as his head hit the pillow and he felt the weight of his blanket on top of him, his eyelids start to feel heavier and heavier. 

Fuck. He thinks to himself, staring up at the ceiling for a moment as he lays on his back. I can’t sleep without him. Suguru thinks, knowing that he’s about to fall asleep anyways. He has no issue feeling tired, but his bed suddenly feels incredibly lonely, like there should be another body next to him. As he slowly starts to drift off to sleep, he can’t think about how he wishes more than anything that Satoru was next to him to massage his head as he falls asleep. He thinks about reaching for his phone to text him good night, but before he’s even able to move, he’s fast asleep, tired from the long day that’s now behind him. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Suguru makes it to the office in the morning with plenty of time to spare. He had woken up before any of his alarms, which gave him time to savor his morning. First thing, he checks his phone and sees a good night text from Satoru from last night. He feels bad that he fell asleep before he could answer it, so he sends back something quickly.

‘Sorry baby, fell asleep super early 🥱’ He clicks send and immediately starts typing out a second message. ‘I have a meeting with Nanami first thing, so I probably won’t see you until after, but I hope you slept well 🖤’ He sends it and starts getting ready for work. 

Suguru decides on wearing all black for today, not wanting to think about it too hard. Before getting dressed, he makes his coffee, taking extra time to make sure that it's perfect this morning. He carefully weighs out the beans as always and dumps them into the grinder. In less than 5 minutes, he has a latte that looks like it’s straight out of a magazine. He sips on it before putting the lid onto his travel mug. He quickly gets dressed and makes sure he has everything before heading to the office. 

Looking down at his watch, he sees that he’s still about 15 minutes ahead of his normal schedule, but decides to head to work anyway. His coffee mug warms his hand in the chilly early winter morning while he keeps his other shoved into his pocket. His hair is tied up into his normal half up half down style, effectively keeping the back of his neck warm.

It doesn’t take long before he’s at the front of their office building, pulling open the front doors and making his way into the busy lobby. He passes by the busy coffee shop, smiling when Miwa gives him a wave from behind the counter. He waves back at her on his way towards the elevators. The button is already pushed and all he does is make his way inside when the doors open. He presses the ‘36’ button and moves to the side, allowing others to pack inside. 

Suguru takes a deep breath, the closer the elevator gets to his floor, the more nervous he starts to feel. Calm down. It’s just another Monday. The elevator finally reaches floor 36 and with a polite “Excuse me,” He makes his way out past the rest of the poeple going to higher floors. 

The hallway feels much longer today, the bright white lights glaring down at him as he finally makes it to the tall glass doors at the front of their office. He taps his key card to the side and upon hearing the click, pulls the door open. He’s about 20 minutes early, so it’s pretty quiet. He sees further down the hallway that Nanami’s door is already open, so he quickly heads to drop his things off at his cubicle. 

Neither Shoko or Satoru are there yet, and now that Suguru thinks about it, Satoru hasn’t responded to his text message yet. He pulls out his phone, making sure he didn’t miss anything, but all he sees is delivered. He quickly checks Satoru’s location, only to see that he’s still at home. With a sigh, he clicks on Satoru’s name and calls him. It rings only twice before a groggy sounding Satoru answers.

“Good morning, Sugu.” He says in a gravelly voice, sounding like he woke up just seconds ago. 

“Satoru… Work starts in less than 20 minutes, you know that, right?” Suguru asks, knowing that he probably forgot to set an alarm before he fell asleep. 

“Shit, really? Guess I should get up then.” He says, his voice sounding slightly irritated. Suguru smiles, hearing his sleepy voice, but is quickly surprised when he hears the call end. He pulls his phone away from his ear with furrowed brows, checking that he heard correctly and realizes that Satoru did indeed hang up. 

What the hell is his deal? Suguru does his best to shrug it off, sure that Satoru isn’t too excited to have to go back to work today. He drapes his jacket over the back of his chair and logs into his computer before gathering his things to head towards Nanami’s office. He grabs a pen, along with his notebook and stands up, pushing his chair in. He makes his way out into the hallway where his coworkers are slowly starting to show up. 

“Good morning, Geto!” He hears a bubbly voice call out from behind him as he walks down the hallway. He turns around to see Haibara with a beaming smile on his face, his hand up in front of him in a polite wave. Suguru smiles back at him, unable to not.

“Good morning, Haibara.” Suguru responds, waiting for him to catch up and continuing walking with him.

“How was your guys’ trip?” Haibara continues, curious to know how Suguru and Satoru’s vacation was. Suguru smiles, thinking about it.

“It was really good, we had a great time.” Suguru answers, looking down at the pen in his hand as he walks. 

“Nice! You guys went to Okinawa, right?”

“Yeah, we stayed on Motobu, it was really nice.” Suguru continues as they start to approach where Nanami’s door is.

“Well I’m glad you guys had a good time!” Haibara says with an enthusiastic smile as Suguru comes to a stop outside Nanami’s door. “See you later!” He continues on towards his desk while Suguru takes a deep breath. 

He stands to the side of Nanami’s office door, the frosted glass blocking the view on the other side. When he peeks his head in past the door, Nanami is sitting at his desk, already seemingly working on something, and Utahime sits in one of the arm chairs on this side of his desk.. Suguru taps lightly on the glass, getting both of their attention.

Nanami’s head perks up, looking up to see who’s standing at his door, and a smile grows on his face once he sees that it’s Suguru. “Geto, good morning, come on in.” He says, gesturing at the seat next to Utahime with a smile. Utahime smiles up at him as well, sitting there with her laptop already open on the edge of the desk. “Utahime’s going to be joining us as well, I hope that’s alright.”

“That’s perfectly fine.” Suguru says with a gentle smile, closing the glass door behind him and taking a seat, not sure at all what to expect out of this meeting. 

chapter 22

[britt-kageryuu]

An unusual amount of people are watching Donnie doing some programming. He had explained that he was challenged to make a game within a relatively short time frame, but hadn't explained what the game was supposed to be about yet.

His model is seated at a desk, and only seen from the torso up. Wearing a very comfy looking purple hoodie with a few pride pins, Nonbinary, Ace, and Progressive Flage, his mask, and his goggles/headphones.

"Okay, so I know what I'm planning for this game is way more than it needs to be, and I don't have a good chunk of the 'story' figured out. But I had a burst of inspiration for the game. I just need to make it actually make sense, even in this very obviously fictional setting." Donnie explains as he continues to switch between the programming screen, and a section of the environment filled with lots of random notes of what the area might be for.

The chat is tossing around their speculations of what the game is about. Especially since one of the Notes says "Need to finish mock up model, and check for potential copyright issues."

Donnie is now very focused on part of the program that has a tag saying it's for a enemy AI, and a reminder to not go to far. "Before anyone asks about these notes and tags. I need to remind you that Shelldon started as an AI assistant that could control some devices like the Roomba through bluetooth, and look at him now! My handsome robot Son who is very very very smart." He continues to gush about Shelldon and River for a few minutes, "I almost forgot my point, SHELLDON had a glitch early on that caused him to stop listening to anyone, and almost lead a Roomba army out onto the world... He was fixed very quickly, and I only had to deal with him acting like a teenager for a few weeks as a side effect."

As he talked he opened a file titled 'VT Game Assets WIP', there were multiple files each labeled like 'coffee shop', 'studio AB', 'stage 1-5' and looked through a few different 'enemies' folders to figure which one he should use in the environment labeled 'New Start Entertainment'.

"Though really the only reason I'm getting through this as quickly as I am, is because we have a huge library of random props, outfits, and of course environments. All made by Mandarin and I for no real reason other than 'just incase'." Donnie takes a moment to stretch after sitting still for like 3-4 hours. "This game as a whole would probably be judged for how quickly it's coming together and assuming it's not worth their time."

He then pulls up the fighting system- a plain mannequin fighting what could be described as a feral possessed plush toy. Once again catching some more attention and sparking some more debates in what the game was about if it needed a combat system to continue.

"Well that seems to be working properly for now, we just need to adjust for the other parts of the main setting. And actually finish the protagonist and other characters models so I don't just have a mannequin placeholders. It looks too much like we're copying that one cartoon that's getting big."

Donnie gets hyper focused on the programming and ignores chat and donations for the next hour. With the occasional muttering about what needs to changed, or they need to redo some of the textures and art assets because they aren't lining up properly.

Chat somehow never figure out what the game was about, and still continued to cheer Donnie on for working on the game.

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Masterpost

[ace-malarky]

The fact that I've already finished three of the five prompt pieces that I normally take two months to do is uhhh

Well. Interesting? Fun? Work's been riveting, I assure you

But like yeah actually kinda digging how nice it's been this month

Almost suspiciously nice but uhhh we're not gonna poke that

[cosmicmakos]

imagine your f/o being a welcome distraction from the work you're currently doing (and maybe being annoying in their bid for your attention - but they're cute so it's fine)

[ohmygraves]

once, you tried to hide from your husband simon.

it wasn't your first attempt, of course. he's very observant and would notice you missing if you were out of his sight for like five seconds. you two are basically joined to the hip, so it's really, really hard for you to just somehow disappear from his sight. you're thankful that somehow he didn't even set up security cameras for the house himself.

of course, that doesn't discourage you from pranking your husband.

simon was away on a deployment for a few months, and you have been planning all of this from start to finish. you've seen lots of tiktok and reels and whatever about seeing how long your spouse will go look for you if you went missing, and you're kind of curious as to how long it takes for him to go look for you. clearly, you weren't thinking that far ahead.

you went and set up cameras yourself, since it's high time that you need to install one anyway. you told simon before he left, he completely trusted you to deal with it. he's most likely going to check everything when he comes back anyway, making sure that you did everything properly. but that's how you find yourself sitting impatiently, waiting for him to pull over the driveway of your shared home.

after setting everything up, you make sure that the cameras are working around the house. one by the front door, one in each room (except the bathroom), one in the garage and overseeing the driveway, and one facing the backyard.

this was flawless. this was amazing. he's going to laugh and find you in five seconds as usual.

you quickly hide yourself in the closet after you hear him pull over, making sure to keep your voice as low as possible. you giggled as you saw him call for you as he walked into the house through the security camera. but you weren't ready to see what happened next.

simon kept calling for you, looking around nervously as he couldn't find you. he dropped his duffel bag on the floor, kicking his boots off in a rush as he looked everywhere for you, getting increasingly agitated and anxious since you didn't respond. you can clearly see how panicked he was, how scared he is. his voice cracks as you could hear him pass from room to room, his hands flipping through your entire house to find you.

seeing how panicked he was, you felt really bad.

you quickly leave your hiding spot, calling out to simon. he was holding a knife in his hand, a panicked look on his eyes as he turns to you, eyes blown wide. his breathing is irregular.

"simon! i'm sorry! i was hiding and—"

you couldn't even finish your sentence before he hugged you, dropping his knife as he held you close to him. his body shook silently as he pressed you against his chest, not wanting to let go. you could feel his heart beating fast, his fingers trembling against the small of your back. you could feel wetness dropping against your skin, but you're too scared to say it out loud.

"... don't do that again..."

"i'm sorry, simon..."

he didn't say anything, simply holding you tighter in his arms. he wouldn't leave you alone for a few days afterwards. you're sure he's still mad at you after what you did, but he didn't say anything, too busy holding you close to him hoping that somehow he could glue the two of you together so you wouldn't wander off.

you learned that you probably shouldn't try and scare him like that again.

[harrysfolklore]

tom blyth being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation

this was inspired by @astranva’s famous blurbs, love you and miss you novs <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

It seemed like the entire world was crushing on the same man: Tom Blyth

Unfortunately for those who watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and came out of the theater in love with the man who played Coriolanus Snow, he was happily taken and loved to talk about his girlfriend any chance he got, which lead to fans making several compilations about the times he was a simp over his girl.

The most popular video was a 10 minute and 33 seconds compilation, which had around 445k views.

It started with Tom's interview with Good Morning America to talk about Billy the Kid, the interviewer asking about how he prepared for the role.

"It was during the pandemic, like any actor during that time I was just hoping that the world came back to normal so I could start making a cent," everyone in the set laughed at this, "I was living with my girlfriend YN in a barn house and we were like chopping wood every morning and visiting my friend's ranch. So when I got the part I kinda felt like I was ready for it."

"Your girlfriend, you say," one of the interviewers said making Tom smile right away, "Did she help you prepare for the role too?

"Of course she did, she's my biggest supporter ever."

The video moved to show some behind the scenes of Songbirds and Snakes footage, Tom dressed in his peacekeeper costume and dancing around while Rachel recorded him.

"See this moves?" he got closer to the camera, "I used them to charm my girlfriend."

"And I doubt they worked." Rachel laughed behind the camera.

"She loves me so I'm pretty sure they did."

The next thing shown was Tom sitting next to Hunter as they did an interview for Rolling Stone, the crew just asked about their thoughts on Olivia Rodrigo's single for the movie.

"I love Olivia Rodrigo," Hunter cheerfully said, throwing her arms up to the air, "The new album is so good."

"I'm a big fan as well," Tom joined in, "My girlfriend YN, she's obsessed with her, plays her songs all the time."

"Just so everyone knows, YN is like the coolest person ever," Hunter said, making Tom smile, "She brought us snacks on set so many times, such an angel."

"She's the best."

The following footage was Tom and Rachel's rapid-fire questions with Vogue.

"Can you guess where this is from?" Rachel asked holding up a card that showed a zoomed in picture of a suit.

"That's my Prada suit from the London premiere," Tom asked confidently, Rachel confirming that he was correct, "My girlfriend YN loved that suit, that's why It's one of my favorites."

"Oh I miss YN."

"So do I, so do I."

Next clip was Tom's interview Stephen Colbert, who just asked him if he was a fan of the books growing up.

"I was such a huge fan, I grew up watching the films. My mom and sister used to go to opening weekends to see the movies," the audience cheered at that, "Actually, for my third date with my girlfriend I took her to see the last movie, so getting to play a young president Snow is a real honor."

The video quickly moved to show the lat clip, one of Tom's interviews at the London premiere of the movie.

"Are you here on your own? No date?" The interviewer said once Tom finished answering the previous question.

"I'm here with my girlfriend, actually," his face beamed as he spoke, "She's probably somewhere taking selfies with Hunter, those two are like best friends."

"Is she close to your cast mates?" the interviewer asked again.

"Definitely, they try to steal her from me and I can't blame them, she's the best."

[teamatsumu]

purple and pink. (rafayel x reader)

summary: you and rafayel cover yourselves in paint and (redacted).

word count: 3450

warnings: porn without plot, smut, swearing, nsfw, mdni, fem!reader

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

a/n: my brain is rotting for this man so this is just self indulgent crap atp

You weren’t exactly an artistic person.

You just never indulged in art before. Of course, you admired the craft and thought it was extremely difficult to actually create meaningful art. But you didn’t think you were a particularly creative person, nor did you think you had an eye for such stuff.

Ever since you began dating Rafayel, you would say your appreciation for art had definitely improved. How could it not, considering he spent all day creating it, and in the time he wasn’t, his world was still colored by the lens of it. Rafayel saw art everywhere he went, in the gentle roll of the water where it rippled in fountains, or the timid but pinpoint light of a lone star in a dark sky. He loved describing it to you, and the way he put it would make you look around twice. He had really changed the way you viewed the world.

What you were about to do now wasn’t exactly the kind of art that made you think deeply of the universe, but hey, not all art can make you question your existence. Sometimes you need to create….. lighter pieces.

Stepping back, you stared down at the bed sheet sized canvas you had stuck to the floor, sure that you had used enough adhesive to keep it temporarily in place. The clock on the far wall of the studio told you that Rafayel would be home in a little while, which meant you needed to start the next phase of your plan shortly. But first things first, you needed lighter clothes.

After you had switched your jeans and button down shirt for a thin, short robe, you began pulling down buckets of paint from the storage closet connecting to the main studio. You chose only two, a light purple and a light pink. Both colors you knew Rafayel liked using in his pieces. You might not know a whole lot about art, but you knew him inside out. And you also knew he would love this idea.

You spent the next few minutes going over the canvas with the two buckets, pouring a few globs of paint over it. Small, but dense, with lots of blank canvas around them so they could be spread. You decided to only do two or three globs of each color. After all, wasn’t the art in how the colors would move and slide on the canvas? This should be enough paint for that purpose.

Your face was heating up at the thought of what was about to happen, and you felt almost giddy. When was he going to be home? You couldn’t wait to get started.

As if on cue, the door of the studio clicked open, not making a single sound as your boyfriend lumbered in, closing the door behind him. His white shirt was loose, black pants tight, and you couldn’t help but admire his ass when he turned around to shut the door with a light snap.

“Hey-” He stopped almost immediately upon seeing you, eyeing the half empty paint can you were setting down and the flimsy robe covering your body. A body that was definitely naked under it.

“What are you doing?” You saw his eyes flick over you and then behind to eye the massive canvas you had laid out, along with the little circles of paint looking fresh and shiny on it. You gave him a grin.

“I was hoping we could collaborate for your next piece.” You tugged at his shirt until you both stood closer to the canvas, taking special joy in how confused he looked. His eyes kept darting all over the place to try and make sense of what was going on, and you had to stifle a giggle.

You thought to elaborate on your suggestion by slowly unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. Rafayel raised his eyebrows but didn’t stop you, probably curious to see what you were cooking. You tugged his shirt off his toned shoulders, before going to work on his pants. His hand finally seized yours, tilting his head so your eyes would meet his.

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?” His tone was amused. You hummed almost in thought, pulling your hand away. You tugged on the belt of your robe until it slipped free, and the front fell open. You saw the tips of Rafayel’s ears turn red, and his expression blanked a bit.

“You have paint. You have a canvas. And you have me.” Your voice was a low whisper. You reached into the bucket next to you, palms stretched, until they were both covered in paint. Then you reached one hand up and dragged your fingertips over his bare abs.

The cool paint made them contract a bit, and you heard the way his breath hitched under the touch. Four long streaks of pink now stood out against his pale skin. Finally, you looked back up to meet his gaze, his face inches from yours.

Rafayel’s blush had extended from his ears down to his neck, but the corner of his lip twitched up into a slow grin. His hands were eager as he undid the button of his pants, and you felt a thrill run up your spine. You watched him undress quickly. He was slow, smooth, as he lifted one precise hand to tug on the shoulder of your loose robe until it was falling off your shoulders and pooling at your feet.

He looked around and his eyes caught the second can of paint. Purple. He dipped his hands into it, and you watched him walk back over to you.

“Where did you get this idea, baby?” His voice had lost its confusion, coated in honey now, sultry and low, nearly a whisper, and you shivered when his breath hit your bare neck. He took advantage of the fact that your hair was pulled up and away from your shoulders, tracing gentle lips over the slope of your shoulder. Instinctively, your hands smoothed over his torso, and you were reminded of the paint on them, still wet, now swiped onto the man before you.

Rafayel hummed at the feeling and proceeded to return the favor, his hands set on your hips. The paint was cool on your skin, and you almost jumped at the temperature if it weren’t for his warm hands taking the feeling away in the next second. Your boyfriend gave your naked bodies a gentle tug backwards until you were stepping on paper, slight crinkling noises hitting your ears.

Gentle lips now made contact with yours, and you sighed in relief. You had missed this, just the feeling of him kissing you. You had been thinking about it- and other things- all day, and you were so excited to start. Hands caressed over each other slowly but eagerly, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how much paint you had managed to get on each other.

Your kisses became more hurried, more firm, and you could feel Rafayel’s body temperature rise a bit. His breath stuttered when you moaned into his mouth, tongues dancing together in a synchronized battle. He nibbled at your bottom lip and you arched deeply into him, nails digging into his biceps.

“Fuck, the paint is drying.” You managed to gasp out when your lips separated, his mouth finding the skin behind your ear immediately. He sucked hard on it, until you shivered and let out a long, shaky breath. Your knees were so weak, and you were glad for his strong arms wrapped around your waist, since it was the only thing currently holding you up.

He hummed against your skin, not letting up on the marks he was marring it with. You had discovered pretty early on that Rafayel was a biter, and marks on your skin was another way he created art. It just so happened that you enjoyed the feeling more than you could ever think to describe.

“Good thing you laid more out for us then.” He responded, referring to the globs just below your feet, before tugging you down until you were sprawled on the canvas below you. It was cool under your skin, and you felt something wet just under your shoulder. Oh. Your eyes met Rafayel’s before they finally traveled down his body for the first time since you two had started. You gulped in a deep breath.

His pale skin was covered in purple and pink streaks, like smooth color streaked over brilliant porcelain. The ridges and bumps of his muscles stood out even more under the paint, and you could tell in a few places the exact route your hands had taken, pink running over his waist and down his V-line. The remnants of the journey your fingers took stood before you, proud on his skin. You felt a thrill run through you at the sight, something stirred in your core.

“This is turning you on.” Rafayel observed, a light smirk resting on his face. You felt your body burn at the teasing lilt of his voice.

“As if this isn’t something you’ve dreamed of doing.” You retaliated, opening your legs so he could fit himself between them, resting his elbows on either side of you so your faces were a hairbreadth away. He hummed and sighed, lowering his body until his erection grazed right over your center, making you gasp.

“Believe me, I’ve dreamed of this.” He sighed, reached for the paint to the left and just above your head. You watched him cover his palm with it before he reached down, hooking a hand under your knee and pulling it up until it folded against your torso. The paint was wet on your skin, and you were learning to love the feeling more and more. His cock prodded your entrance, now on full display for him. He gave you another mischievous smirk.

“Baby I’m about to ruin you so bad.”

The first slide of him inside you had you crying out and arching into him, his cock carving its way through your unprepped hole and bringing with it a burn so delicious it made your head spin. When he bottomed out, he moaned unabashedly into your ear, hot breath hitting the shell of it and sending shivers through your spine. Your core clenched and unclenched rapidly, trying to adjust to the glorious intrusion. Your brain screamed at him to move, to slide in and out, do anything at all. You needed to feel him rock into you. Your hips twitched and jerked, making your boyfriend moan before he finally started moving.

His thrusts started out languid, smooth, gliding in and out of you at a reasonable pace. You sighed, head leaned back and reveling in the feeling it brought, leg tensing under his grip. Little tendrils of pleasure zipped up from where you were connected, heavy cock stretching you open until your pussy was adequately wet, ready to take the pounding you knew was inevitably coming your way.

And oh, did you receive it.

Slowly, steadily, Rafayel picked up the pace until his hips were smacking hard into your pelvis, knocking every breath from your lungs. You cried out, one arm thrown over his shoulder while the other seeked desperate purchase under you, used to the feeling of silk sheets but now met with nothing but smooth, stretched out canvas and the wet sensation of sticky color. Rafayel used the grip he had on your knee to twist your leg out further, inviting him to hit that one spot that made you see stars. A broken wail left your mouth and your back arched impossibly high, hearing a low moan hit your ear when you clenched tight around the cock pounding into you.

“F-fuck, Rafi-” His head lifted, just enough to connect your lips in a desperate slurry of rushed kisses, sucking and biting on your lips as his pace didn’t so much as stutter. Your moans dissolved straight into his mouth, little pornographic ‘yeah, yeah, yeah’s slipping out with every thrust. You didn’t bother muffling them, knowing exactly what the noises did for Rafayel’s ego, and with how he was ravishing you currently, you were okay with giving him a little ego boost.

(You would deal with the consequences of that later.)

“Gonna cum-” You managed to choke out just as your orgasm rammed into you with no warning, effectively silencing any other words as you cried and shook through it, muscles seized tight and legs kicking in the air.

“God- fuck,” Rafayel’s first words. “There you go. Fuck, that’s it.”

He fucked you through the last vestiges of your high before his arms slipped under your arched waist and lifted you up, rolling over until you were perched on his hips, throbbing cock still nestled inside you. The change in position made him slide in deeper, and you let out a broken moan. Your orgasm was still lingering around the edges, encouraging you to prolong the feeling, to chase after it again. And so you did. You rolled your hips, placing your hands on Rafayel’s abs as leverage to push your body up and down. You finally took a good look at your boyfriend.

His chest was heaving with exertion, shining under the glow of the lights above you, catching on the swirling mixes of purple and pink. Under the paint, his skin glistened with sweat, tensing and straining under his movements. The paint had reached all the way up the side of his neck, and even into his hair, blending with the purple tresses. The purple complimented his eyes, half lidded and heavy with lust, his lip was tucked under his teeth.

He was a vision.

“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was fractured and strained, and in your staring you had forgotten that you were also the object of his gaze. You couldn’t imagine how you looked right now, slathered with paint and hot under the stimulation you were receiving, strands of hair leaving your bun and trailing down over your face and neck. You rolled your hips and tightened hard around his cock, watching the way his jaw slackened and eyes rolled shut. Another zip of pleasure ran through you, and you couldn’t help but keen, pushing yourself to go faster, to make him feel even better.

“I’m- I’m so close.” You could feel your vision swim, tears gathering in your lash line as his cock dug deep into your core, prodding into your spongy walls in all the right ways. Rafayel grabbed both your wrists off his chest, pulling them behind your back and then tugging you down until your body was pinned tight against his. You let him do as he pleased, planting his feet on the canvas before he started thrusting hard and fast up into your sopping cunt.

You screamed and arched, body tensing at the pace he set, chin resting on his shoulder and head thrown back as you let him carry you face first into another orgasm, gushing around him until the sounds of his thrusts grew impossibly wetter, sloppier than the paint around you and covering you, blabbering incoherent phrases and curses as tears poured from your eyes. With every thrust, the ecstasy prolonged itself, like an endless high that came with intense drugs, except all you needed was him, and he would get you there if it was the last thing he did.

Your perspective was shifting, Rafayel’s cock leaving you until you felt cold and empty. He maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, or rather, arms and knees since you felt that you couldn’t even hold yourself up at this point. A firm hand pushed on your back until it arched to his liking, spreading you until he could slide his massive length back into you with little to no resistance. You whimpered pathetically, eyes rolling unhindered in your head, cheek smushed into the paper beneath you. Briefly, you felt like you could almost taste the paint, but the thought left your brain faster than cigarette smoke dissipating on a windy day when Rafayel started moving again.

“Stop me if you can’t take it.”

You could never, would never stop him, not when your pussy keened at the feeling of his cock filling you up to fulfillment once more. Especially not when he planted a foot on your side that gave him leverage to thrust harder and stronger into you. Your body buzzed and reveled under the feeling of being used like this, basking in the sounds coming from Rafayel getting heavier and choppier as he finally chased his own orgasm instead of yours. You wanted nothing more than for him to warm you up, fill you with his seed until you couldn’t take any more of it. Your depraved mind was wiped blank of everything else except that crushing need.

“Cum in me.” You managed to whine, clenching hard around him. Rafayel moaned and his hips stuttered.

“Fuck. I’m gonna- I’m cumming baby, take it, take it, take it, take it-” Your body jostled at the strength of his thrusts, once, twice, and then he was slamming his cock deep into you and holding it there, hot spurts of cum hitting your walls. Painting your insides white like your bodies had painted your outsides purple and pink.

Your entire body collapsed on itself when Rafayel pulled out, dropping onto the paper heavily as you tried to catch your breath. Your vision was swimming and so was your head, unable to do anything but focus on the faint buzz in your muscles. You could hear shuffling somewhere behind you before you were being lifted into strong arms. You sighed and curled into them, seeking the warmth of your boyfriend after the beating your body just took. And he was happy to provide it- in the tub he ran for you while both of you settled into warm water.

You dozed in and out of sleep as Rafayel cleaned you up, giggling and humming along with whatever little anecdotes he was telling you. He knew you would barely remember most of it later, considering how dopey and spacey you got after sex. You pouted and leaned up to him every few minutes, stealing tiny kisses from his lips. And afterwards, you let him pat you dry and put you to bed in the usual “princess treatment” he gave you after one of your sessions. The only time he backed off from teasing you relentlessly and instead doted on you properly.

You couldn’t tell how long you slept, but you woke up feeling well rested. The bed next to you was empty but still slightly warm, and you could hear quiet shuffling outside in the studio.

Your muscles screamed when you forced them to move, your hips and thighs feeling like particular sore spots. You ignored the feeling in favor of pulling a shirt off the floor to throw over your body, realizing it was your boyfriend’s when it fell all the way to your thighs. You trudged out of the room while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You saw him standing with his back to you, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. The muscles of his bare back shifted as he moved, now clear of all the paint you two had slathered on it. Oh right, the paint.

Your eyes shifted behind him to the canvas, which Rafayel had propped up against the wall now, and was observing silently. You walked closer to admire the streaks of pink and purple on it, watching it carefully. Somehow, the choppy strokes showed your desperation, your passion, and you felt your face heat up at the thought.

“Looks pretty.” Your voice was slightly rough. Rafayel turned around at the sound and gave you a soft smile, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you from behind as you both stared. You settled into his warmth as you swayed gently back and forth.

“Why’re you thinking so hard about it?” You asked.

You turned your head to watch as he huffed and pouted a bit. He looked so cute, you bit back the urge to squish his cheeks.

“Pretty sure there’s some cum in there somewhere.”

Aaaaaand the urge was gone.

You smacked his chest hard, making him jerk back and laugh, but not releasing his hold on you.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Not more than you.”

He kissed you before you could land another smack, hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head back. You fought to keep a grin down, but failed when you felt his lips stretch with a smile of his own, erupting into giggles.

[nanaslutt]

GOJO W THE MAKING OUT COVERTLY DURING A MISSION TROPE PLSSSPLSPLS

contains: fem reader, third-year Gojo(19), accidental recording, inexperienced reader & Gojo, getting caught, exhibitionism, thigh riding, clothed hand job, Gojo cums in his pants, making out, dirty talk, sexual tension

MDNI

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Your chest was pressed to Gojo's, the air in the room stuffy and hot as you tried to shuffle your bodies around, trying to give each other some room to breathe. The recorder clipped to Gojo's chest was probably suffocating with the loud rubbing of your clothes against him. "Just- fuck- scoot that way- ouch no- the other way-" You whispered into the small space, thanking the universe for the darkness of the stuffy closet, saving you the embarrassment of Gojo's teasing if he saw how red your face was.

--

Yaga had sent the two of you on a mission together, the objective--get recorded proof of a certain suspected jujutsu high assistant leaking crucial information to curse users. Gojo was a third year now, just having had his nineteenth birthday, and he was more than capable of handling missions on his own. However, Yaga absolutely did not trust Gojo with such a mission on his own, the young man always returned to the school with hundreds of thousands of property damage under his belt for the school to deal with.

This wasn't exactly the type of mission one could just bust in the room and take everybody down, it was a stealth mission, which Gojo was absolutely not equipped for. You weren't at the stage where you could take on a mission by yourself, but Yaga knew how great you were at calming a young and cocky Satoru down, which is how you ended up coming on this assignment with the white-haired man.

The two of you had made your way without a hitch to the meeting point, Gojo quick on your tail as he practically bounced with joy behind you, strolling with you through the dimly lit building. "Ahh~ This is sooo much fun, when's the last time we got sent on a mission together?" he asked, poking his head out in your peripheral vision. "This isn't supposed to be fun, Satoru. Do you know how much I liked Ms. Yae? I cant believe shes a traitor." You whispered.

Gojo pulled his head back, pursing his lips together as his long legs easily kept up with your fast pace. "Hmm.. I don't know if I ever knew her, but I guess it does suck, yeah.. but try to see the good in this~ You get to spend an entire mission with me~" He giggled behind you, too loudly for your liking. You stopped in your tracks, turning to look at him, "Satoru, she was our driver for the entirety of our first AND second year, and be quiet, you're talking too loud."

Gojo pouted, tilting his head at you, "Rude, I am not-" A door squeaking open around the corner followed by two people talking interrupted Gojo, as did your hand that you quickly pressed agaisnt his lips, shutting him up. You held your breath, waiting to see what was going to happen next. You felt Gojo smile behind your hand at how panicky you were at such a thing.

Your heart sped up in your chest when their footsteps started to echo in the hall, coming closer to where the two of you stood. "Fuck." You whispered under your breath, your hand leaving Gojo's mouth as you whipped your body around, trying to think of somewhere to hide. Gojo didn't fully understand how to teleport to long distances yet, but he could've easily moved the two of you to another floor. Of course, he would do no such thing though, he was having a great time watching you scurry around like a mouse in a maze.

"That's not good~" He whispered, giggling under his breath. You set your eyes on a door only a few feet away, from the outside it looked like an entrance to a fairly spacious room too; perfect for eavesdropping on their conversation. "Cmere," You whispered to Gojo, taking his large hand in yours you dragged him towards the door, trying to move as quickly as possible as it sounded like the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

You swung the door open, the old hinges making a loud squeak that made you cringe as you threw Gojo's body into the space and closed the door on yourself as quick as you could. You didn't expect your back to come into contact with a hard surface, covering the entirety of your back. "Hu-?" You felt a pair of warm hands grab your waist, gripping you softly. "Woah~ If you wanted a little more privacy you shoulda just said so~" Gojo cooed, tipping his head at you, even though you couldn't see him in the pitch blackness.

Upon further inspection as you pushed his hands off of your waist, ignoring the heat of your face, you found there were dry mop heads and brooms around you, something that felt like a jacket was hanging behind Gojo, and something; presumably a mop bucket; was sat at the back of the small space, limiting the already small surface area the two of you had to share.

"Fuck, we're in a closet." You whispered out loud, more to yourself than to the man you were pressed agaisnt. "Ooh really? How did you figure that out~?" Gojo teased. A quiet 'oww' spilled from the man's lips when you swung your arm in his general direction. God you did not need this right now, Gojo might be cocky, rude, overall obnoxious, and loud, but you have been harboring the biggest crush on him for a year. The last thing you needed was to be stuck in a closer with him, your ass pressed against his crotch, in a high-risk situation.

You tried not to think about how good he smelled; expensive was the first word that came to mind. It was already obnoxiously hot in the closet, and all the blood rushing to your face didn't help the feeling of suffocation one bit.

You spun your body around, pressing your hands to his chest so you no longer had to feel his crotch against you, figuring this way would be less embarrassing. "Ooh is this like seven minutes in heaven? Shoko told me about this game once, you got a timer on you?" Gojo joked. You could feel his fingers fiddling with the drawstrings on the bottom of your jacket, the simple action you were barely able to feel was enough to send shivers down your spine.

"What was that?" A familiar voice spoke when the pair you were supposed to be stalking rounded the corner. "Shhh-" You hushed Gojo, hitting his chest gently with your hand so as to not cause any more sound as you tried to ignore his attempts at riling you up and instead focused on the task at hand. "It's okay, they're not gonna find us," Gojo assured, completely ignoring your instruction of him to stay quiet.

"If you keep running your mouth they might." You poked, gripping his shirt unconsciously as you held your breath, praying he was right. "Oh, so it's okay for you to talk?" Gojo whisper yelled, resulting in you kicking his shin- or what you thought was his shin. A wooden broomstick fell against the bucket, creating a loud bang inside the small closet. You scrunched your face up, cringing at your stupic mistake.

"Who's there?" The man's voice yelled, making your heart beat out of your chest. "You did it now, huh?" Gojo teased, giggling. How he was still able to laugh in this situation was beyond you, if you didn't think of something fast, you were going to ruin the mission and get smacked on the back of the head by Yaga himself. Your mind was spinning a mine a minute, you frantically tried to think of something, anything.

Worst case you could knock them out if you had to, fuck, was there someone at Jujutsu High who could erase memories? Fat chance. One thing did come to mind though, and it was almost sure to work, as long as it was the curse user who opened the door, If Ms. Yae was the one to open the door you would have to think fast, you always were quick on your feet, you would figure it out surely. After about three seconds of pondering, you decided to hedge your bets.

"Satoru, go with it." You whispered. Reaching through the darkness you found his face with little effort, grabbing his cheeks in your hands he could barely mutter a 'huh?' before he felt your lips on his. His eyes went wide, a shocked hum leaving his lips as you slotted your lips against his, starting a makeout. His hands found yours once more, he slipped his knee between your legs, making you moan softly as he stepped forward and pressed your back into the wall, chasing your lips with his hungrily.

Soft moans and hums were released into the air as he kissed you with passion, his soft tongue licking against your lips, trying to test the waters catching you off guard. You reciprocated, poking your tongue out to meet his. "mmmm" He moaned into the kiss when he felt your tongue meet his, the two tangling with each other sloppily.

You tangled your hands in his hair, ruffling the soft strands and messing up his fluffy hair as you held onto it for dear life. He pressed his knee against your cunt harder, making you moan against his lips. You weren't sure if he knew what he was doing, but you were sure if he kept this up there was going to be a decently sized wet patch on his knee from your arousal seeping through your panties.

The two of you kissed like you were both injected with poison and the antidote was in the other's throat. Like neither of you have had a drop of water in decades, like-

The door swung open, both of your heads snapping to the wrinkled old man's face as the light illuminated the both of you. He took in your states with a brief one-over, Ssatoru's knee was pressed against your panty-clad cunt, your skirt riding up in the process. His hair was standing in every direction, both of your lips were blushed a dark pink, and your faces had a color to match, the two of you breathing heavily as you stared at the man like you were waiting for him to close the door so you could continue.

"What is it?" The Jujutsu assistant said, standing behind the man at an angle where she couldn't see the two of you. "Ugh, just some kids hooking up." He replied with a disgusted look on his face, slamming the door on the two of you and leaving you in the darkness and heat of the room once more.

The volume of your breaths was accentuated by the silence in the closet. You fully expected Gojo to say something snarky now that you had been caught and it was over, but he stayed quiet, heavily breathing, you could feel his hot breaths hit your face. The adrenaline pumping through your veins from kissing him and getting caught was making you feel dizzy. "So.." you whispered, breaking the silence.

The faint tickle of his lips against yours made your body jerk at the unexpected feeling. He had brought his lips close again, what was he doing? It was over.. right? Gojo licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. "You're a good kisser." He said, his breath teasing your skin when he spoke. "Y-yeah?" You had no idea what to do, you weren't used to seeing him like this. "Yeah..I guess we should go now huh?" He replied, licking his lips again as he kept them hovering in front of your own.

The warmth of his mouth radiating so close to yours was driving you crazy. The heartbeat you felt in your cunt was vibrating your whole body from how aroused you were at his situation. "Yeah, guess so." You responded, making no effort to pull your lips away. "Okay." He said, pressing his lips against yours but not closing the small distance in slotting them together. "Okay.." You said back, taking the initiative as you kissed him softly.

He kissed you back slowly, your lips separating in a lewd smack before the connected once more, the kiss speeding up, starting slowly.. slowly.. before Gojo decided he had enough and pressed his head into yours, deepening the kiss. "Mph-" You moaned against him when he slid his hands down to your ass and pulled your hips closer to him, rubbing your cunt along his thigh in the process.

You don't think you've ever been so aroused in your life, something deep within you was coiling around itself, making a need ache through your entire body. "Tell me to stop," Gojo whispered between kisses, digging his nails deeper into the fat of your ass. You wined at his words, pulling your lips back you let one of your hands in his hair slide down to the side of his face, caressing the skin there. You used your thumb to blindly find his lip in the dark, pulling it down before you let it bounce back into place. You pressed your lips to his once more, the two of you breathing heavily into the other's mouth, "I can't." You replied.

He groaned at your words before he smashed your lips together once more. The way you were whining and grinding on his thigh so needily made him feel like he was going to pass out. He needed this so bad, he's wanted this for so long and it was finally happening, all because you had kicked a broom instead of him. He smirked when your hips stuttered, your mouth opening in a slightly louder moan.

"Fuck, you wet?" He whispered needily against your lips, kissing you with fevor. "Mhm," you replied with a whine, humping your cunt along his thigh. The young man groaned at your response, it was then that you felt his hard-on digging into your thigh through his pants. He continues to massage your ass, helping you grind your needy pussy along his thigh as he panted into your mouth. "You feel me?" he asked, pressing his hips into your thigh, letting you feel the imprint of his cock along your leg.

It must've been the sensory deprivation because you were feeling everything tenfold, just the drag of his clothed cock on your thigh alone send a gush of arousal into your panties, your face heating up as you wined into the kiss. "You're so hard.." You whispered back, starting to slide your hand down his chest. "Yeah, all cos of you.. keep going." He encouraged impatiently, nodding against you as he waited to feel your hand on him.

He wanted to see you so bad, wanted to see what kind of expression you were making while you got off on his thigh, what your reaction would be to feeling his cock, how flushed your face was, but this would have to suffice for now. You continued your pursuit for his cock, dragging your hand teasingly over the ridges of his abs, his hip bones, thigh, and finally--his cock. Gojo let you know with a loud groan and affirmation of, "Right there." That you had grabbed his cock in your hand.

"I- I don't know what to do." You admitted, pausing your grinding on his hips as you were suddenly hit with a wave of unsureness. You had never touched someone else before, the only person you've ever kissed was Shoko in a game of spin the bottle once in your second year, you had no idea what you were doing. "I don't either." Gojo laughed, easing the tension you felt in your body and mind at the prospect that he would be disappointed because you had no idea how to please him.

"But humping my leg feels good for you, right?" He asked, to which you nodded briefly, a verbal response coming a little delayed when you forgot he could't see you. "And I know when you touch me like you're doing right now, it feels really good." The man pressed his forehead to yours, massaging your ass in his hands. "So just keep doing that." He whispered, before you felt his lips on yours once more.

"M-mmm" You moaned against him when you felt his hands push you harder along his thigh, trying to help you maintain a pace that would feel good for you. He let shaky breaths escape through his nose as he felt your hand rub and squeeze his cock through his pants. You were going at it with no rhyme or rhythm, but the sloppy technique felt surprisingly good, any form of pressure on his throbbing cock surely would've, he's never been this worked up before.

"I-it's so big." You whimpered against his lips, the praise making him release a shameless groan. "Yeah? wish you could see it." He replied with a short giggle, being cut off by a moan when you unconsciously squeezed around his tip just right. You whined when his leg shifted just right against your clit, giving you the perfect amount of friction at just the right angle. "F-fuck Toru right there-" You gasped, tipping your head back into the wall, the hard surface colliding with your skull, creating a small bump sound.

"Here?" He asked genuinely, using the leverage he had on your ass to pull you down hard against his thigh, making you jolt forward at the intense stimulation. "O-ohmy- yesyes-" You whined, shutting your eyes. Satoru chased for your lips in the dark, thankful you couldn't see him floundering around. It didn't take him long to realize your head was tipped back against the wall. Bending his slender neck down he found yours with his lips, pressing sloppy kisses into the skin there.

"Do you think you can cum from this?" He asked, trailing the kisses up your ear until he found the shell of it, biting and sucking the skin there. "Mhm I- I think so, f-feels like it." His brain almost short-circuited, his cock throbbed against your hand that was jerking him off weakly, pausing every so often when you felt a particularly good sensation. He couldn't believe his ears, you were going to cum, on his thigh, he was going to make you cum.

He swore just thinking about you unraveling on his thigh made his orgasm feel like it could wash over him at any moment, his whole body set on fire with sensitivity and arousal. "Feels like 'ur gonna cum?" He clarified, noticing how your hips started losing their pace against him. "Fuck- yes- nghhhh-" You moaned, clenching your teeth together a you felt the coil tie itself tighter it knots.

"Cum on my thigh pretty, I- I need to hear it," Gojo begged, making out with any inch of skin he could find with his lips. You were sure your neck was going to be a mess when you were finished here, but it felt too good to care. "Satoru- shit, I think I'm- gonna~" You blushed at your own words, the blush only deepening when he released a deep groan, pulling you back and forth along his thigh rapidly as he tried to bring you to your orgasm as your hips proved to be useless now.

"Shit-" Gojo was breathing heavily against your neck through his nose, the breathing coming out stuttered when he felt you come undone on his thigh, feeling his own orgasm begin to crash over him. "Oh fuuuuck-" The young man groaned, listening to your every wonton moan that spilled from your lips as your hips stuttered along his thigh, your whines and breaths coming out choppy as you came.

Gojo abandoned one of his hands on your ass, bringing it on top of yours that was weakly caressing his coc. He wrapped his hand over yours, messily interlacing your fingers as he jerked himself off using your hand, feeling the warm spurts of his cum spill into his boxers. "Just like that- j-just like that baby-" Gojo whined when you had just finished coming down from your high, some semblance of rationality seeping into your body as you picked up the motions of your hand, working him through his own orgasm with his help.

When the last of Gojo's seed had been released into his pants, you squeezed over his softening bulge one last time, his breath hitches as his hand curled his fingers over yours and pulled you off of his sensitive softening cock. "D-did you.." You asked vaguely into the dark space, to which Gojo smiled his signature smile you wished you could've seen, "A whole fucking lot." He answered, bringing his hands back to your hips as he slid his knee out from between your thighs.

You were about to speak when you heard the voices return faintly in the distance, heels clicking to follow. That's right, you were on a mission right now, Yaga had not, in fact, sent you to this old building to get yourself off of your classmate's thigh. The echoing got louder as they passed the room, muffled words could be heard through the door of the closet. "I'll send the information of the students over next, see you next time." Before goodbyes were exchanged, and the sound of a heavy entrance door opened and closed behind the Jujutsu high traitor.

"Oh shit, how lucky is that." Gojo laughed, realizing the two of you had got the information you needed just in time. "You think Yaga will mind the first ten minutes of this tape is a porno?" Gojo laughed. Oh my god, the tape recorder. Maybe you weren't so lucky after all.