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oceanivoxjoquainx · 3 years

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The Ungodly Hour (Sam x Joaquin)

Sam stirred on his side and slowly opened his eyes while rubbing them with his palm as they adjusted to the darkness that surrounded him. There was only one source of light and it was from a window right above his head allowing moonlight to land on an unknown location behind him. The red glow of an alarm clock was the first thing he could properly recognize.

3:35 AM

With a groan he turned onto his back and further studied his surroundings. They're were glowing stars on the ceiling and what appeared to be hundreds of little canvases on the walls, both finished and unfinished.

"Huh. Never knew he was an artist. Would ya look at that.", he muttered to himself before the realization of where he actually was hit him. Almost at the exact same time an arm shifted around his waist which caused Sam to curse.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!", he was NOT supposed to get this close him at ALL. In fact Sarah and Sharon told him explicitly NOT to go anywhere near the man! When Sam formed his Falcon team almost 2 years ago, they made it a rule not to sleep with each other. Of course there was chemistry between the all new Captain America and the man who was dubbed as the "New Falcon" before the team officially was a thing but nothing had happened then and nothing ever happened since they were one. Sam knew that Joaquin Torres was supposed to be completely off limits.

He gingerly removed the other man's hand off of his person as well as the thin sheet that covered him. He studied the pattern but could barely make out what it was in the darkness so he gave that endeavor up. He then shuffled his way out the bed as best as he could without waking up the other party.

His two feet landed on the hardwood floor of the ground and he stood up with barely a squeak from the bed. In light of his minute victory Sam decided to go a little dance before turning around and confirming his suspicions as to who's bed he was occupying.

Sure enough Joaquin was still peacefully asleep flat on his stomach with his face facing Sam and being washed in moonlight. Every dip and protrusion of his body was carefully mapped out by the sheet that covered him from his mid back to his feet. Even covered, Sam could see and visualize every part of that body he was holding onto and feeling just mere hours before. Every groan and moan made by the both of them. As he looked back at his face, specifically his lips, he remembered the deep first kiss they had that Sam pushed every feeling of wanting and longing into-

"Wow", was all Sam could muster, shaking his head to get the memory away before trying to find his way to a bathroom or a kitchen. He assumed it was Joaquin's apartment based on the decor of the bedroom but really had never been there before to know 100%. But still he was pretty sure. The next mystery was figuring out how they got there that night. And in that bed....

He finally reached a door and turned the knob hoping to be led into a hallway of some kind and not a closet. To his surprise that's exactly what he was awarded with! The door made more noise than the bed but after a quick look over his shoulder, the only movement Joaquin had made was turn his head away from Sam. After a sigh he pushed forward and closed the door behind him.

Walking down the hallway he saw two other doors. One was open and one was closed. The open door led to a bathroom while the closed one remained a mystery.

"Roommates?", he asked himself before walking into the bathroom and turning on the light. Looking into the mirror the first thing he noticed was a massive brown and purple bruise on his neck. "Damn, he got me good", he chucked to himself. "A little neck dragon on the loose, someone call the Avengers!" At this point he was making faces to himself and making himself laugh all in one go. He then bent down to turn on the faucet and splash some water on his face and it was here he noticed something else.

"Where the hell are any of my clothes?!?!" He was standing there fully naked. Asschecks exposed to the world.... well.... whatever little world this bathroom was. "I should probably find those if I want to leave here with my dignity in tact...", he muttered to himself.

"Orrrrrrrrrrrrr you could stay forever."

Sam jumped at the voice that creeped up on the side of him and was fully ready to throw the person over his shoulder before recognizing Joaquin's smug smile. A mischievous grin took over the shorter man's face as he realized he successfully got the drop on his target.

"What the hell are you doing up and slinking around here? You were thissss close to have a broken spine.", Sam sighed out.

"Pfft you would never. Plus I'dve ran far away before you could even reach out to grab me. But to answer your question Mr Sam Wilson, I was sound asleep until my arm was removed from its permanent resting place!"

"Permanent what?"

"I said what I said. And I fully intend to put it back there too", Joaquin declared, slowly making his way closer and closer to Sam.

"I mean um, I uh, But we uh, we we we can't right? We all ag-greed right? No hooking up?" Sam could barely get his words out anymore because Joaquin had placed a hand on his stomach and was slowly drawing it up his chest, over his shoulders, around his neck, and finally resting on his cheek.

"That rule was always dumb and besides what Sharon and Sarah don't know can't hurt them!"

"Yeah.... yeah.... you're absolutely right.", Sam replied before cradling Joaquin's head in his hands and meeting their lips in a slow and deep kiss. "I'm definitely changing that rule. I need you to publicly be mines."

"Oh? Yours? Are you asking me out Sam? Cuz this sure isnt what the movies told me this moment would be like."

The two were standing in a bathroom, one naked, one in sweat pants, holding each others faces in their hands and laughing like mad men.

"You watch too many movies then," Sam finally got out. "But fine. Joaquin Torres, will you do me the honor of going out on a date with me?"

"Sure but only after you take a shower. You smell like shit!"

Confused Sam stood there with his mouth agape before being pushed inside the shower and had the water turned on for him. "Hey!" he shouted, "Not cool!" After getting no response hearing the door close he shouted again, "You can't just push me in here and leave me by myself! And I still have questions!"

"Who said you were going to be by yourself?" Sam heard Joaquin say from behind the shower curtain. Said curtain was then pushed aside and Joaquin stepped in, lower body freed from the sweatpants. "Hand me the soap then! I wasn't lying about you smelling bad! And there are no questions. Only shower time!"

Sam laughed and pulled Joaquin into a hug, drowning out the sounds of protest and exclamations about body odor before pulling away and smirking down at a grinning Joaquin. After a quick kiss he handed Joaquin a washcloth and some soap and let him get work on the both of them.

He wondered how in the hell he could have denied himself this all this time and mentally ensured that now that he had it, he wasn't going to let it go.

#sam wilson #joaquin torres #sam x joaquin #tfatws #this is my first ever fanfic okay go easy on me #i just just having a little bit of fun sksksk #i cant wait to see what the ship names gonna be #samjoaq #falcres #samquin

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xumos-hoe · 4 years

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Hello!! First of all, I really really love your headcanons about the mlqc bois. May I request a hc about MC asking the bois to join her in doing skin care routine (like them wearing face mask). English is not my first language sorry huhu :

AHH TY BABE❤️ honestly, I don’t have much a skincare routine😔🤚

Hope you enjoy babe❤️

MLQC crew join MC in doing her skin care routine

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Victor

For someone with hella deep pockets and skin so smooth, you could’ve mistaken it for marble—

Vic doesn’t have much of a skincare routine.

He barks at Goldman to put him down for a facial with his aesthetician every other week—and when it’s simply getting ready for bed or for work, he doesn’t do much other than a simple cleansing wash and MAYBE a couple serums and creams to make up for the eye bags and wrinkles that comes with being the CEO of an entire financial empire.

he just got the good genetics😔

He’s more than a little intrigued when you first move in and unpack your e n t i r e skincare collection—which must’ve amounted to fifty different creams, cleaners, serums, toners, and masks of all different ingredients and usages.

You daily routine involved a different combination of each item and was much more elaborate than he could’ve ever imagined.

In fact, you hog up the bathroom for so long, he’s resorted to using the guest bathroom multiple times

So one night, you finally catch a glimpse Victor Li’s skincare routine—and to say you’re shocked is a severe understatement...

because how can his skin look so good with so little ROUTINE?????

Because he criticized you for applying so much to your face, you force him to sit down and allow you to use your products on him.

AT FIRST, he has a big problem with this because he’s not sure what all the chemicals in your products are gonna do to his own precious skin, but after your constant badgering and pleading, he finally sighs and relents.

“Don’t overdo it. Or else you’ll never have the chance to do this again.”

Your enthusiasm wins him over, eventually putting him at ease after he’s sat by the sink and watched you prepare everything with a big smile

Vic ALMOST abandoned the entire idea when you tried to put those big, fuzzy headbands to block his hair from getting in the way—but luckily, you managed to persuade him to keep it since it was necessary for the best results.

And we know how the CEO feels about achieving the ‘best results’...

If it weren’t for the tacky headband, seeing Victor with his hair pushed back, dressed in nothing but an expensive robe, and expression unguarded, is probably the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.

You stop a few times to study the soft expression on his face, causing you to blush a little. Even Victor himself flushes at the sensation of your face so close to his—loving fingertips brushing past the contours of his cheekbones and jawline so softly, it almost feels intimate.

“If only you were as focused on your work as you are with simple routines like this...”

That’s earns him a huff on your part, to which he quietly laughs at before feeling something cold cover his face.

“What did y—”

“I just applied a sheet mask to help with your dryness!”

He doesn’t even WANT to look at himself, but the words “sheet mask” set off an alarm in his mind before he jerks away to stare in the mirror.

ok sooooo... part of the plan was really because of his dryness! But most of you just wanted to see Victor in a sheet mask, and well...

He’s stunned silent for the first few moments—but it’s not like he’s never seen you use them, so the surprise in his features melts away into annoyance.

“How long do I need to keep this ridiculous thing on?”

The undeniable irritation in his tone catches you off guard, so you scramble to read the packaging.

“Only for...um...20-ish minutes...?”

The heavy sigh that he responds with is a much better reaction than you imagined, so while he sits back down—something akin of impatience flickering in his gaze—you go through your own routine.

He sits through the entire wait time scrolling through his emails and responding to business-related calls. You snicker a couple times while looking at him through the mirror because, oh if only the executives on the opposite line knew exactly how the powerful CEO of LFG looked in that moment...

Every so often, you find him scrutinizing his own appearance in the mirror with a curious expression; sometimes smoothing down the edges of the mask so it pressed against his skin just right.

Turns out he had set a timer on his phone to let him know when the 20 minutes were finally up. He sits down before you even realize it and gestures to his face.

“Alright, now, get this thing off of me.”

The moment you finally peel away the mask, you can visibly see Victor’s facial muscles relax and his previous annoyance fade.

He’s quick to glance at his reflection and raise an eyebrow at the shininess of his skin.

“There! All done! Just don’t touch your face for the rest of the night!”

He’s silent for a couple moments before rising from his seat.

“Waste of my time. I can’t hardly feel a different, let alone, see one.”

But you catch a small smile on his lips before he leaves, which makes you think contrary to his words—and the following morning, when he asks to borrow your cleanser, you think he must’ve enjoyed it much more than he would’ve cared to admit.

Lucien

The professor probably doesn’t have much of a skin routine either...

gifted with that good skin😤

You discover this one night when you sleep over at his apartment and he eyes your cosmetics bag curiously.

He’s aware of the market for skincare and how important it is to most people—but never cared much for it nor invested in products for himself. It was unnecessary if you had skin as naturally clear as Lucien’s

You’re almost jealous when you discover he uses a basic face wash and moisturizer and never has a single blemish on his skin, while you could cycle through hundreds of different products and still break out time to time...

After he makes a funny comment after seeing you lay out everything like ingredients for dinner, and you have an idea:

“Lucien, can I use some products on you? I promise it’ll be just for tonight!”

There’s evident hesitation in his gaze, but after a few moments, he smiles fondly and ruffles your hair.

“You can. But I’ll have to warn you that my skin is a bit sensitive.”

Suddenly, you’re too scared of fucking up his face before he laughs and urges you himself.

But with his warning in mind, you opt for the most lightweight of your products.

You dive right into the routine, all the while, Lucien studies the concentration in your features with a fond smile.

He remains as still as a statue the entire time, sometimes commenting on the fragerence of the product or asking to review the ingredients himself before you apply anything.

It feels much more flustering and embarrassing for you to be touching him, than for him to be touched by you. Though you try not to look into his eyes too much, you can feel his muscles curve into a smile and the discreet tilt of his head as he nuzzles into your touch.

Lucien is most intrigued by the jade roller you pull out and generously apply serum to before guiding it over his T-zone

He’s familiar with the item and mentions some of it’s historical usages, but never had used it prior to this occasion.

Finally, after a few touch of eye cream and Vitamin C (cus we know lulu works hard and might get wrinkles) you pull away with a wide smile—

“Ta~da! You’re all set!”

Lucien peeks at his reflection, visibly content with your hard work before returning to your side to show his appreciation with a sound kiss on your forehead.

“I suppose I should practice more so I can have the honor of doing the same for you.”

Kiro

oKAY, the only other person with a skincare routine as elaborate as your own is the superstar himself

It’s necessary for him to prioritize cosmetic routines such as skin care when his appearance is the most crucial point of his career.

In fact, he may be even more invested in it than you—with an even larger collection of expensive products and a more elaborate routine that keeps his skin smoother than milk.

The only thing that Kiro keeps “organized” in his life is his skin care collection AND I MEAN: he has them alphabetized, kept in those makeup organizers, and probably owns those mini fridges for keeping your products cool.

He’s ecstatic to be with someone that’s just as invested in skin care as he is, and that little thing in common has made for MANY conversations and debates about which product is superior

Although the two of you tend to do your respective routines individually, you decide you wanna try them out at the same time

So for the night—the two of you do each other’s routines for the other person!

Kiro is the most hesitant to do this in case somethjng goes wrong because he has an 8 a.m interview tomorrow morning—so he can’t risk screwing his face up.

But besides that, he’s fully confident in your routine.

Every so often, he’ll bitch about the way you applied a certain thing—“Ms. Chips, I already told you! You apply it thissss way!”

So, in turn, you do the same until he gets frustrated (cus it’s cute seeing him get pouty for once)

Certain products require a certain wait-time, especially the clay masks and cleansers—so you already know the two of you turned his bathroom into a make-shift karaoke room.

You’re in there for nearly two hours until the routines have finally finished (although, karaoke might’ve slowed the process down jusssttt a little)

Luckily, joint skin-care routines work miracles on each other’s skin and allows you both to discover products you never wouldn’t realized you needed.

In fact, after this occasion—its nearly impossible to avoid doing routines without them being side-by-side.

Gavin

PLEASee—Gavin is the kind of guy to wash his face with Irish Spring soap and call it a day

me, having used Irish Spring and breaking out like crazy: 👁👄👁

He has absolutely no knowledge of skin care and cosmetic routines, and almost used your CeraVe bottle like it was hand soap.

All he knows is that skin care keeps you productive and happy, and your skin supple and refreshed—but never considered doing it himself.

Gav is a “man-on-the-go” type of guy so his morning routine is shower->brush teeth->get dressed->fly out the window

By the time he’s reached ‘fly out the window’, you’re still laying eveyrthing out to get started.

It takes one day-off for him to finally discover the magic that is “skin-care” and how badly he’s been missing out on it.

You never approached him about the subject beforehand, but when he slips out of the bathroom after throwing water on his face and patting it dry—you’re almost ashamed of yourself for not helping him earlier.

SO, you pull birdcop back in and force him to sit through skin care. And obviously he’ll do it just because you asked him too, but he’s just not sure what to expect when you being laying out so many different bottles and tools

His only problem would be that they smell too feminine, but not that you’re practically scrubbing his skin raw with how intensely you’re exfoliating because holy shit, this man has dry ass skin.

Birdcop is probably too busy gazing into your eyes to pay attention to whatever you putting on him—he finds the peaceful expression on your face so darn cute, especially when you start humming to yourself and concentrate extra hard on getting the perfect amount of product onto his skin.

He gets a little restless towards the end, “How long do we need to wait for this?...Another cleanser? Just how many drops are you going to apply?”

Intense restraint against the flush in his face when you get extraaa close and lightly brush against all the edges in his skin that he’s only ever dreamt of you touching.

also can I just say: phenomenal facial structure wow

10/10

The first thing he comments on afterwards is how soft his skin feels and the refreshing of sensation after patting it all dry

I bet Irish Spring can’t do that😌🤚

“Gav! I told you to stop touching your skin or you might break out!”

It’d be nice to do this everyday, but on his schedule—he can only manage this once a week, if he’s even willing to sit still for that long.

But for the most part, he does it because your entire face lights up when you do and he’s just. so. smitten. by. it.

Shaw

hear me out...why do I feel Shaw would be low-key invested in skincare??

Obviously, he doesn’t do anything super fancy—it’s honestly a lil basic, but the products are more than effective for him.

You discover this the morning proceeding some rough sex the night before when Shaw went to the bathroom to freshen up

Skincare is such an important part of his daily routine and it just felt so weird to go without it.

Until you walked in, half-asleep, asking what he was freaking out over.

At first, he didn’t want to admit it because saying “babe I forgot my facial cleanser” sounded a little strange

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before shaking his head.

“Forget it, I’ll use soap or something.”

“Soap...? What for?”

He makes an awkward gesture of splashing water on his face—you stand still for a moment before realization hits you, and you laugh.

“Pbfttt! Washing your face? Why didn’t you just say so?”

He’s stunned into silence the moment you stalk past him and open a nearby cabinet to reveal the holy grail of skin-care collections

The only other time Shaw had seen so many cosmetic products in one place was the fucking store.

On the other hand—you’re unsure what to lend him or if he’d be comfortable using any of your personal items...

Thankfully, your dilemma is short-lived the minute you hear a low whistle and Shaw himself is walking up to the retrieve the products like it’s his own collection.

“...We’re definitely fucking at your place next time.”

He seems to know exactly what to grab and what-goes-with-what, which is a pleasant surprise because who knew your boyfriend had such excellent taste?

But you should’ve known that his flawless complexion spoke for itself.

In the blink of an eye, he’s already standing by your sink, generously applying an oil-based cleanser. He peeks at you through the mirror and gestures to everything laid out:

“Aren’t you gonna wash up as well?”

Shaw’s sudden actions had you frozen in place for quite a while, watching him with wide eyes.

When you blinked back to reality, earning a chuckle from the man already moving onto the next step of his routine, you walked over to his side with your own products already laid out.

He seemed so focused on everything, you’d hate to break that concentration—and ended up doing your own routine wordlessly.

Every once in a while, one of you would reach over to the other’s side to borrow a product, or face each other to check if you had missed a spot somewhere.

Time passed relatively slowly and peacefully, juxtaposing the high-thrill and fast-paced nature of most of your activities together.

Even so, a calm morning called for an equally calming activity such as this one and you were happy to be with someone who appreciated it just as much as you did.

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brielarsonist · 3 years

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hi is it weird if i ask for a bad card reading?? you already gave me an amazing pre-birthday reading so feel free to ignore thissss 💜

shut the hell your mouth, alicia!! it is my sacred duty, honor, and privilege to provide you with a bad card reading on this, the weekend of your birth. it's your birthday eve!!!

Wheel of Fortune

oh look major arcana for the birthday girl!! the wheel in the sky keeps on turning, baby! idk how relevant that is to this card (maybe a little?), but I wanted to say it. but also yes I'd like to buy a vowel.

but yeah, just appreciate being on the top while you're up there, and when things get bad, you'll be back up again eventually, but I think you are towards the top right now, like we already established that your strength this year is having a solid foundation. if one of these dudes in the card was purple, I'd say that one was you. so I guess dealer's choice as to which one you vibe with. I feel like the red dude is kinda unhinged and so I call dibs on him. But it’s your birthday, so I understand if you want to be unhinged too.

#ask #how dare you tell me to ignore this #how dare you #also tbh I feel like my mind just totally erased the snake on this card #was just surprised at seeing the snake

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elexica · 4 years

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Wasted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25671706

Summary: Kaiba gets drunk at Mokuba's fraternity initiation party and does the cute orientation leader's calculus homework. He's bad at flirting, but he's good at math.

Rating: Teen for Drinking

Pairing: Kaiba/Joey; Puppyshipping/Violetshipping Word Count:1568

(exactly what the summary says; read under the cut!)

“You are the glass half empty, sippin my ocean dry , emotionally spin me so that our planets cannot align, but I guess I can stand you one more night. . . I like us better when we’re wasted.”

– “Wasted,” by Tiesto.

“An’ over here is the cafeteria! It’s all you can eat while ya live in the dorms!” Joey smiled brightly as he waved an arm towards the cafeteria dorm. “But if yer not in the dorms, you gotta pay.” He shook his head in exaggerated sadness. “Unless you can get some Frosh to swipe ya in!”

Seto nodded serenely. They continued to walk around campus, heading back to the student union. Joey was the best orientation leader on campus—known for making everyone feel welcome and comfortable. This was why they were always giving him the most difficult transfer students, he was sure. He was also the only transfer student who worked for the orientation office as part of his financial aid work-study plan.

“So uh… yer clearly a little older than the freshies here… are you a transfer student or something?” Joey rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Not that I’m judging or anythin’! I’m a transfer student too! Saves a lotta money and you get the same degree anyway!”

Seto did not look at Joey, as if he was wholly preoccupied by observing the various bicyclists streaming past them.

“It was time for my brother to start as a freshman, and I determined that I might as well secure a diploma simultaneously.”

Joey laughed, not because Seto had said anything funny, but because he was trying to lighten the mood. His partner didn’t offer anything else, and it was painfully awkward. Joey looked down at the information the admissions office had given him.

“So ehhh, looks like you’re a computer science student.” Joey offered.

“That’s correct.” Seto said.

“Which means… you any good at calculus?”

“I am excellent.” Seto rolled his eyes.

“So uh, if you got the time… you think you could help me? It’s a pre-req for a biology class I gotta take for my Child Development minor and…”

“A minor in Child Development? Are you studying to be a teacher?” Seto’s voice was harsh with derision.

“Close—social worker!” Joey beamed a little extra.

Seto rolled his eyes, his ice finally freezing any further pleasantries.

. . .

Seto Kaiba hated Fireball whiskey. He was a man of taste, and had no problem sipping quality whiskey with the best of them. But four shots of fireball in at his brother’s initiation Frat Party left him entirely nauseated.

Cinnamon-tinted bile worked its way up his throat as he balanced against the sticky wall of the party. Portraits of the last 50 Fraternity Presidents glared at him, and he had half a mind to projectile vomit on them.

The world was spinning, but if he put down the red solo cup of what Mokuba had affectionately called “Jungle Juice” he would be forced to interact with another living soul in the building, so he choked down the fireball with some of the alcoholic fruit punch.

That was a mistake. If the world had been slightly off-balance before, the combined effect was really hitting, and the whole world was clearly spinning. He didn’t dare dislodge himself from his spot on the wall.

“Kaiba?” Joey approached. Kaiba wanted to bite out some witty line about the profit margin on social work, but he didn’t totally trust himself to open his mouth. “You ok?”

With a thick swallow, Kaiba looked over and bit out, “Fine. How do you remember me from…”

“Yeah uh, I don’t give a lotta tours to CEO-billionaire transfer students, ya stuck out.” Joey leaned in, clearly concerned. “You don’t look so hot, you wanna sit down? Have some water?”

Kaiba stepped away from the wall to get out of the situation, and maybe start walking back to his apartment. Within two steps he stumbled. His spatial reasoning was totally shot.

And so was all his good sense, melting into the strong arms that caught him.

“Yeah, let’s get ya some water, alright? Man, you do not look like yer having a good time.”

“Still want me to tutor you in calculus?” Seto managed to say, leaning embarrassingly into his counterpart’s chest.

“Honestly, if you still understand it, in yer condition, then yeah, that’d be great.”

“Ha! It would be easy.”

“Look, I’m gay, okay, I can’t do math!” Joey laughed at his own joke.

“Pathetic! I am also gay, and I am the best at math.” Seto slurred, but sounded devastatingly serious. Joey leaned the belligerent drunk into a chair in the dining room of the frat house. “You don’t believe me?”

Joey raised his hands defensively, “I believe you!”

“No, you don’t. I’ll prove it. Bring me your homework.”

Joey wandered away. At some point, he must have told his fraternity bros that Kaiba was going to do his calculus homework drunk, because Mokuba and a group came over.

Mokuba was wearing a Delta Mu shirt from their charity event last week—some sort of poker night—and his hair was even wilder than normal. “Seto! This is so like you. Did you really have to steal the spotlight at my initiation party?”

Seto looked up from a solo cup of water that Joey must have left behind. “I am not here for any spotlight. I’m going to prove a point.”

And with that, Joey reappeared with his old laptop wide open. “The worksheet is open. The software calculates your grade immediately after you press enter.”

“I know how the interface works, dumbass.” Kaiba rolled his eyes and stretched his fingers in front of him.

“Ahh yer a mean drunk. You might need a graphing calculator, by the way.”

“Then bring me a graphing calculator.” Joey flipped him off, but left the room to get one.

The pledge-master, Tristan, stepped in. “I dunno if this guy’s actually drunk, or just faking.”

“What incentive do I have to—”

“Moki-Moki, he’s your bro. What do you think? What would he never do if he was sober?” Tristan said.

“Talk about his feelings,” Mokuba said instantly, rolling his eyes and taking another sip to hide his smirk.

“Ok. Well?”

Kaiba opened and shut his mouth a few times, before he announced, “I’m about to puke on this fool’s laptop.”

“Sounds like Seto.” Mokuba’s smirk blossomed into a smile at getting to make fun of his brother for once.

“FINE!” The cold fire behind Seto’s eyes lit up. “I am thissss close to making out with the hot blond dumb ass, but instead I’m going to do his homework. Happy?”

“Moki?”

Mokuba’s smile vanished, and he wasn’t in any state to hide his shock. “Checks out. I’m … well I was… the only person who knew that Seto liked boys.”

Seto leaned into the computer. “Great. Bring me that graphing calculator and tequila shots for everyone. I’m going to raise that guy’s grade 15%, and this is supposed to be a party.”

Joey reappeared with the calculator, and was shocked to see Seto actually making some headway on the problem set. There were about fifteen problems. Tristan put a neon plastic shot glass on the edge of the laptop, and without looking away from the screen, Seto slammed the shot. If it burned his throat, he didn’t show it.

The gathered crowd looked at each other, holding matching neon shots awkwardly. Tristan had clearly expected that Seto would have followed proper shots conduct and waited for the announcement.

Mokuba had years of experience with covering Seto’s faux pas. “You saw the man! SHOTS!” Everyone else downed them in tandom.

After a few minutes the group was chatting about other things and several of the brothers had entirely lost interest in watching Kaiba do calculus. A smaller group of hold outs was extremely entertained, and Seto was going shockingly fast.

Within fifteen minutes the homework was complete.

“Done!” Seto shouted, pushing the graphic calculator across the table and was handed another tiny neon green shot glass, which he quickly downed.

Joey inspected the website. It looked right enough. “I dunno if I should submit this…” Joey waffled.

“Fool! Then we won’t know if I was right.” Seto looked unbearably offended.

“But the academic honor code?” Joey was actually nervous about this.

Seto leaned all the way back, and threaded his hands through his long hair. “Screw the academic honor code. I have money.”

“C’mon, don’t you wanna know if he’s the genius he’s supposed to be? Plus, no one else is going to know!” Tristan prodded.

Joey pressed enter.

The whole room paused while the site processed his answers.

“PERFECT SCORE!” Joey shouted, throwing his hands up!

The group had grown again and cheered, and Mokuba called for another round of celebratory shots, which served to drive the group back into the kitchen.

Joey and Seto were left alone. Seto rested his head against the table and looked up at Joey.

“So… uh… ya wanna make out with me?” Joey blushed a little.

“I am literally going to puke, right now. Step aside.” Seto shifted to get up. He looked determined to make it to his feet, but it was not promising.

Joey leaned over to help. “I can’t believe that you can do calculus, but ya can barely stand. Yer ridiculous.”

“Still want me to tutor you?”

“So much.”

The end.

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Name 10 Of Your Friends

1. Laurice 2. Angela 3. Luisa 4. Andrew 5. Kate 6. Gabie 7. Tina 8. Jo 9. Liana 10. Jane

Are you related to number 1?: I’m pretty sure we are not, not even distantly.

Do you love number 2?: Like a sister. She means everything to me.

Is number 3 older or younger than you?: She’s older by literally a few days. We were born in the same month, same year; but she arrived around a week earlier.

Are you romantically involved with number 4?: No. I’ve never been interested in them in that way.

Do you wish you could see number 5 more?: Absolutely. She was one of the best friends I made in college and I wish we had/have more opportunities to see each other. I don’t think I’ve hung out with her since the Christmas season last year :(

How did you meet number 6?: Mutual friends introduced us to each other and it was best friend-hood from there.

Would you ever kiss number 7?: Eh, she’s more like a sister to me so pass.

Does 8 share the same taste in music as you do?: We share some favorites as far as I know, but ultimately we have different tastes. Her favorite is the Vampire Weekend, a band I’ve never listened to.

Would you tell a secret to number 9?: I’ve met her irl only once, but sure. I find her reliable.

Would you ever live with number 10?: I think we can be roommates, but I also think we’d drive each other crazy. Also I’m a little intimidated by her so that might ruin my experience living wherever we’re staying in.

Have you ever dated any of the 10 people listed?: Yep.

Would 3 and 7 make a good couple?: Ooh I doubt it. They have very different personalities; I’m pretty sure they’d clash all the time and that they would be simply incompatible. It doesn’t help that Luisa’s gay and Tina’s straight, so.

Do 2 and 5 get along?: As far as I know they’ve never met. They could probably get along; they’re both super friendly and can fit in any crowd.

Are you secretly in love with number 6?: Well, it hasn’t been a secret for a very long time now.

When did you last see number 8?: :( :( :( Don’t do me like thissss. Oh man. I genuinely have no clue. Last year? January of this year? It’s been ages.

Does number 2 know number 6?: Very well. They’re my two best friends so we’ve been in the same room, same car, same bar, same house, etc. plenty of times.

Have you slept in the same bed as number 4?: I don’t recall ever doing so. We’ve lied on the same bed, but neither of us fell asleep that time.

Is number 7 single?: Yes. She’s had her fair share of crushes through the years that I’ve known her but she’s never had a boyfriend.

What do you like to do with number 5?: Drink, smoke, catch up, laugh.

Has your mom met number 6?: Like a million times.

Are number 4 and 8 friends?: I wouldn’t call them friends. I dunno if Jo’s opinion of them has changed in the last few months, but the last thing I’ve been aware of is that Jo does not like them too much. I vividly remember how Jo’s crowd and Andrew’s crowd had to sit at completely opposite tables during our Christmas party last year. Because I was friends with both groups, I spent the evening moving from one table to another before settling at Jo’s because I was closer to that group haha.

What does number 9 look like?: To be honest with you I barely know her. Covid kept us from hanging out but I’m so ridiculously sure that we could’ve ended up becoming great friends, so I’ll always feel crappy about that could’ve-been. From what I remember, she has curly hair and braces, but that’s pretty much all I was able to note down about her appearance in the one time we met in person.

When did you last talk to number 10?: The other day. I needed the contact number of someone who works where she works, so I asked her if it was possible to retrieve the contact details from her.

What was the last thing you said to number 2?: I showed her this meme, hahaha.

Have you ever hugged number 1?: SO MANY TIMES. She is such a hugger. Absolutely no complaints about it.

Is number 2 in a relationship?: Yes, with Hans.

Would 3 and 5 ever get in a fight over you?: I have no idea why two people would ever fight over me. I’m not desirable at all...so no.

How old is number 4?: They are 22, same age as me.

When will you next see number 6?: I don’t know. We have completely opposite work shifts and it’ll be that way for a while, so it’s really hard to tell.

Have you ever hooked up with number 9?: Oh wow, no. That feels wrong.

Do 7 and 8 live in the same place?: No, they’re a few cities apart.

Do you want to talk to number 10 right now?: Not really. I’m not annoyed with her or anything; there’s just nothing to say to each other at the moment.

Is number 3 in your phone contacts?: Yes.

You caught 7 and 9 kissing, your reaction is?: bruh what

Does number 2 smoke?: Socially.

You throw a party and invite 2, 3, and 4, would there be any problems?: For the most part not really, except Andrew tends to get really rowdy and raucous when they’re drunk and that might not go over well with Angela in particular. But who knows? They could also end up being a fun trio; they all have great personalities so I can definitely see that happening as well hahaha.

You're on a roadtrip with 1 and 7. Is it awkward at all?: Not at all. Those two have a great dynamic and are the bubbliest and friendliest people I know. It would be such an entertaining car ride and I wouldn’t complain about driving at all if they were my two passengers.

8 just kissed you. What do you say?: Ask her what it was for. But idk, I feel weird thinking about it actually.

3 and 9 just got into a fight. What might it be about?: They probably just disagreed on something ideology-wise. Luisa is a hardcore red and is very radical; Liana shares the same ideals but is several notches lower. It wouldn’t be a full-blown fight and they’ll most likely end up having an intelligent debate.

Does 7 hate 9?: No. That would be such a tricky spot to be in considering they’re part of the executive board for the org. They should make it a point NOT to end up hating each other lol.

How is 4 today?: I think they’ve been doing alright for the most part! They recently launched their new passion project, a podcast, and so they’ve been super excited and giddy over the last few days. As they should. The podcast looks so promising and I can’t wait for the first episode.

Where does 8 live?: In a city in Metro Manila.

Have you ever liked 6 more than a friend?: Yes.

Would 2 and 4 look cute together?: Not a fan. I’d rather they stick to their current significant others.

Would you ever borrow any of 2's clothes?: Sure! She has a lot of cute pieces. They’d be a size or two larger for my frame, but I’m willing to experiment if she’s willing to lend her clothes to me.

Is 3 taller than 10?: Yes. I think everyone is taller than Jane. HAHAHA

Are you taller than 7?: She’s taller by a few centimeters.

Would it surprise you if 9 got arrested?: I don’t know, actually. Like I said, I’ve barely gotten the chance to know her. At this point in our relationship I can’t really tell if she’s the feisty type.

Could you live with 3 and 4 for a year?: Sure. I thnk it would be the two of them who’ll end up having a blast living together as they’re obsessed with everything sports and sports will definitely dominate the TV and dining table discussions. I can be like their mom, I guess hehe

Do you like number 6's hair?: Yes.

Does number 1 know something about you that most people don't?: I’ve probably shared a secret with her here and there, yes.

8, 6, and 1 are hanging out together. Likely or no?: 8 and 1, for sure. They’re pretty much best friends. With Gabie, not so much. The only time Gabie will be in the picture is if I hang out with them as well.

When did you last hear from number 10?: Again, the other day when I asked for help about something work-related.

Could 3 and 8 be friends?: They already are; we’re in the same college friend group, the daydrinkers ha.

Who do you have more in common with, 4 or 9?: We’re both similar in different ways though...Andrew and I enjoy wrestling and Liana and I share a few interests like The Crown. Just because I know Liana a lot less, I’ll go with Andrew.

What do you usually talk to number 6 about?: Everything under the sun. She’s my best friend. There’s nothing she doesn’t know about me.

Is number 1 a good dancer?: I haven’t really seen her dance, so I wouldn’t make for a good judge.

Have you ever gone swimming with number 5?: Yes.

Would you ever have a sleepover with number 2 and 3?: It might be awkward at first as they’ve never met, but sure! We can give it a try. I don’t necessarily think they’re incompatible; they just haven’t met ever so it might just take some time for them to warm up to one another.

Could you see yourself having kids with number 7?: No. That is kinda weird to think about; I’ve never thought of her in that way.

Do you find number 1 attractive?: She’s pretty and has a nice, big smile, so yes.

You're in trouble. Who do you call first?: Gabie.

Is number 2 a good shoulder to cry on?: Absolutely. If I needed someone to run to and cry it’d be her or Gab.

Will you talk to 9 tonight?: Nope. I don’t really talk to her, but I’d love to be closer with her.

Does 10 have any irrational fears?: She probably does, but it’s never been raised in any of our conversations so there’s no way for me to know of them.

Do you know something personal about number 4?: A lot. They trust me with a few of their secrets and I’m honored that they do.

Do you text number 5?: Not really. We communicate mainly on Messenger and we talk at least once a month.

Does 8 have a nice body?: For sure. Jo is 5′7″ – which is gargantuan in this country – and I’ve always thought she was such a badass for being so tall. We all deadass look like ants next to her.

Do you approve of the people number 9 dates?: I’m not aware of her love life history, if there is one.

Would number 6 look good with facial hair?: I mean if she wanted to grow facial hair, I wouldn’t mind. I’d find her attractive all the same.

Would you ever date one of number 7's siblings?: Noooooo, her brothers are a little old and as far as I know one of them is already married lmao.

Would you go to number 10's wedding?: I would love to.

How would you react if you found out number 8 had a drug problem?: Try to reach out. And ask the other people in the EB if she’s been getting the help and support that she needs.

Did you go to school with number 1?: Just university, though she’s a year level lower. We went to different schools in grade school and high school.

How did you meet number 2?: I was class number 9 and she was class number 10 in Grade 1. And then I stabbed her palm with a pencil; the rest was history.

Would it surprise you if you found out number 4 was stalking you? It would surprise and anger me, yes.

Does 3 make you smile?: All my friends make me smile. That being said, yes Luisa sure does.

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