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my heart hurts ☹️

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sam thinks he might be going into shock. misa is going to cry, sam has prayed for times like these because now the score will be even. except sam made him cry, not on purpose he will insist when this gets brought to trial or something. but also… oh. misa looks really fucking good crying. cheeks wet, sort of snotty, pitiful sounding, dark dark eyes made wet and shiny. sam is a fucking freak and he has never chubbed up this fast before in his life.

misa’s pink in the face and trying to hide behind his hands because this whole thing is so embarrassing and yet he lets sam pry his fingers away just to hold him still and stare at him which is objectively strange. what’s stranger is the first thing out of sam’s mouth is, holy shit, you’re so hot. it’s definitely not the right thing to say but sam says it anyway and then slides misa into his arms, to comfort him, he again will insist if he ever sees the light of day after this. misa goes so easy because of course he does, when has he ever not let sam move him around.

sam keeps his hands his hands on misa’s shoulders, not his waist because again, the fucking optics and the reality of this is so so bad. what’s wrong? and misa just sniffles miserably and completely ignores the question to ask, why did you call me hot? sam digs his hands into his shoulders, no, i didn’t. yes, you did. no, mis, i didn’t. you definitely did. they’re getting no where but misa’s stopped crying at least. sam thinks they can probably put this behind them and then misa squirms around in his arms where sam fucking put him like an idiot. it takes misa one aborted movement to go, you’re hard. and sam wants to bash his own head in.

they’ve hooked up before, a few times in total, but that’s really really different than sam getting hard at the sight of misa crying. he wants it on the damn record that he’s not normally like this, he’s been so normal about hooking up with misa so far, has kept a lid on all the weird shit he wants to say when he has misa’s dick in his hand. sam’s not sure who’s the one who makes the next move, who’s he kidding it’s definitely him, but they’re making out pressed against each other on the couch and then sam has a thigh between misa’s leg.

“we can’t keep doing this,” sam whispers breathlessly, desperately trying to undo his belt. mis doesn’t acknowledge that, only continuing to kiss and halfheartedly nibble at the side of sam’s neck. sam gets his belt undone and pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to be freed. misa wraps his fingers around it and sinks to his knees. he gets to work quickly, bobbing his head around sam which earns him a long drawn out groan that lets misa know he’s doing a good job. the sound of his spit covered lips is borderline pornographic to say the least, the only noise in the quiet room besides sam’s groaning and cursing. sam’s hands find their way to the back of misa’s head and pushes down lightly.

misa looks up, his big brown eyes staring at sam’s blue ones, and reaches back to place a hand on top of both of sam’s, signaling to him that he can go deeper.

“fuck,” sam curses.

misa looks so innocent on his knees, gazing up at sam like a lost puppy. he shouldn’t be allowed to look like that, look at him like that. sam pushes misa’s head down roughly, burrying misa’s nose in his pubes. misa moans, obviously pleased to have his throat full.

CHUCKY!!!!!!!

i do think misa would love to dictate a good joint calendar. perhaps it’s because rocket league and cte has rotted his brain and his memory is dog shit so everything must be written down. he’s the type of guy who actually takes self improvement very seriously, even the “girly” versions of it that are “lame” and “embarrassing”, not misa’s words. he heard that writing things down helps you remember things better, so he has a million sticky notes scattered around the house, and sam’s apartment, and some even stuck on the inside of his stall. his notes app is an organized mess and takes up way too much of his phone’s storage.

sam is pretty content to forget whatever he says the second it comes out of his mouth (unless he needs it to win an argument where he suddenly can remember every little misdeed), misa is absolutely not content to live like that. he would like to have a nice list of all the dishes he can make without burning down the house, even if it’s a short list. cherny just sort of remembers, or he’s fine to let the small stuff slip his mind.

misa is very serious about the joint calendar, even if no one respects it, and misa is sort of a pushover when it comes to changing or making plans. he will put all the practice times on it, and the games, and tape review, and dinner plans with graf. but also once it’s on the calendar, he does expect sam to look at it and tell him, you got a thing with cat at four. it’s teamwork.

girl!!!!! i havent gotten any work done today i cant possibly

so mike pretty well trusts sam to handle the logistics at this point and besides, he’s known to sit there playing video games for 6 hours and ignoring his corporeal form. sam stops whatever he was doing when he realizes it’s been hours and his boy needs to hydrate and probably to pee, probably doesn't even realize he needs to go. so sam gets up, hip checks misa’s chair and goes “go piss, girl"

misa grumbles because he was like "locked in" but he does go and it's nothing, regular, a continuation of the thing they’ve already accepted as normal where sam tells mike what his body needs