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"How about a deal?" Childe said suddenly.
Scara narrowed his eyes. "A deal?""Let's say in a few years, when we started to live our adult life, started to be independent, having a job like anyone else, but we still haven't found anyone - you know - interesting, you have to give me a chance."
Scara opened his mouth, fully intending to shoot back with some sarcastic remark or at least try to brush it off somehow. But the words never came. Instead, there was just that long pause, only filled with the sound of his racing heart.
And before he could think better of it, the word slipped out. "Deal."
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Basically, two idiots that nothing and no one can ever really separate
the fic is pretty much focused on chiscara -
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Thanos' palm was flat against Nam-gyu's abdomen, over top of his shirt and right above where his jeans were sitting low on his hips. Right over his bladder. Not quite as firm as the hand on his throat, but firm enough to know damn well that it was there, and that it was there intentionally.
This was not real, there was no fucking way this was real.
"Okay. If you gotta piss that bad, then do it."
This was not real this was not real this was not fucking real Jesus Christ—
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Nam-gyu embarrasses Thanos at a house party, so Thanos embarrasses him right back. They get a little bit carried away in the process.