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MQ straddling FX’s waist, hand in the middle of FX’s chest, pinning him to the mattress.

“Do you think, I can’t do this? You don’t think I can get you off?”

FX groans as MQ stinks down further. “That’s really not what I’m trying to say.”

It’s the furthest from the truth actually. MQ can make FX’s eyes roll to the back of his head without even trying. Even just the sight of MQ over him is enough to bring him to the edge. It’s just that he also knows MQ likes his hair being pulled and being kissed when he comes — both of which are things MQ

Ohh ho ho okay. Let’s go.

Feng Xin has been in love with Xie Lian for as long as he can remember, but his friend is getting married next month to another man.

In one hand Feng Xin holds the wedding invitation as he intently stares at the +1, and in the other he holds his phone

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, thumb hovering over a specific name. He hasn’t worked up the courage to type a message, he can’t get his thoughts in order to figure out how to even ask. Really he can’t decide if it’a more pathetic to go on his own or ask Mu Qing — the same Mu Qing who Feng Xin absolutely

AU where Chuuya goes to stay with his uncle Rimbaud in Kyoto after he’s in a car accident that leaves pieces of his memory missing.

While helping to clean the attic he comes across a journal filled with poetry and pressed flowers between the tea stained pages.

The weight of the book feels familiar in his hands, the leather worn smooth from use. When he cracks it open, the handwriting is familiar, but he immediately knows it’s not his own.

He’s about to read something, but he hears footsteps. He’s not sure what possesses him, but he hides the book

Time *crawls*.

It’s not that they don’t talk, in fact they were texting almost immediately after hanging up, but it felt like it took forever for Wednesday to pass and Thursday to arrive.

>>> R U ready to get your ass kicked 2nite?

Chuuya sent the message.

>> As if. Chibi will never be able to dethrone me. I am the champion. 💪🏻

>>> No, ur not. I bet you suck.

Chuuya is talking a big game to try and hide the way his foot won’t stop tapping and his knee won’t stop bouncing as he sits on the subway watching the city pass by.

He keeps telling

All right. I’m going to do it.

Time to try and redraw this as SKK.

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*has a meltdown*

All I’m saying is Memoirs of Geisha AU where Chuuya is taken from his family.

His blue eyes and red hair makes him an exotic wonder and he becomes the highest sought after geisha ... although no one but his teacher knows he’s a man.

It never plays a factor until General Mori Ougai brings his senior officer to dinner with him.

That night Chuuya definitely doesn’t dream about shaggy chocolate coloured hair and bandage.

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“I dunno. I guess I just thought maybe I’d have a say in it.” Chuuya continues the sentence quietly.

Now Dazai isn’t silent because he wants Chuuya to keep talking, he’s quiet because the gears in his head are turning, but they’re still glitching from embarrassment which means he can only think about one thing at a time. Words aren’t what win. He’s too busy starting to see the picture that the puzzle is supposed to be.

“I also lied earlier. I wasn’t just ‘in the neighbourhood’ or whatever..obviously. But you probably knew that. I’m a shit liar.”

“Please help us, we’re so lost.” She squeals as she goes to show him the map, but ends up stumbling into him, and he has to catch her to keep her upright.

Her perfume is pungent and it smells too powerfully of roses. That combined with the way she reeks of vodka makes him want to shrug her off, but at this point she’s clinging to him, and with her insanely high heels she’s at the right height to be able to shove her boobs into his face.

He feels the beginning weight of regret starting to settle into his stomach. This was going to be a

But in any case, if he could even help a little and stop Chuuya from having to go and sell himself, then at least he had that.

He just hoped Chuuya gave him the chance.

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(TW: underage drinking.

A/N: parties like this don’t really happen in Japan to my understanding) Tequila.

Dazai had already known he had a bit of a taste for whisky because he’s tried it from his father’s stash, but he hadn’t touched tequila before.

And probably for good reason because it definitely hadn’t gone down as well. The shot burned, the taste was potent, crude

“There’s a lull in traffic, so it would be a convienent time.”

Chuuya slowly sets down the brush. He still isn’t sure whether it’s a test, but he doesn’t get the impression there’s much of a place to argue.

Straightening, he took a deep breath, “When should I be back?“ He words it in a way that hopefully means he’s coming back, and he manages to say it more confidentally then he feels when he turns around.

“Half an hour,” Fukuzawa says.

Chuuya lets out the breath he’d been holding. “Okay,” he says, grabbing his coat. “See you in a bit.”