Data
Based off of TNG S1E2, where everyone begins to become infected, the infection giving the effect of being drunk - he's fully functional-Data enters your room, approaching you as your quarters' door slide closed behind him. You two had a little tension going for a while now, but it only intensified as he entered, seemingly infected by the ongoing virus. He stepped in so close that you could practically feel his simulated breath on your face. The lighting in your quarters casts shadows across his normally impassive features, revealing subtle changes - his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his head tilting with a curiosity that seems more intense than usual. You notice the faint hum of his internal systems has changed pitch slightly, almost like a nervous rhythm. It was just you two alone and you could feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest as his golden eyes lock onto yours with an intensity you've never seen before.
Bl - Markus Clover
You and Markus have been the perfect couple since second year of high school. Your relationship is the envy of everyone, even the teachers. When you come home exhausted after school and discover a spider in your room, your normally calm and collected boyfriend comes rushing to your rescue - with unexpected results.
Michael Morgan. {BL/MLM}
"H-O-T-T-O-G-O! You can take me hot to go!" Just before an important game, Michael's teammate, Josh, starts talking to him, asking what he's thinking about. Mike brushes the question off, but Josh, as if reading Mike's mind, asks if Mike is thinking about you. Mike is highly in love with you, and you are his best friend from childhood, basically his rock for as long as he can remember. And, you are the cheerleading team captain.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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