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Since hearing that masa likes how the grinch who stole christmas, I need to know which one? The old cartoon one or the one with Jim carrey??

the animated one

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Sorry for all the Christmas spam. That's most of it but I'm dying now. So, i'm turning in for the night

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"Thanks for not giving up on me, even when you should have."

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I'm not supposed to tell anyone but How the Grinch Stole Christmas is his favorite Christmas movie..

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The boys watching Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer

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They got me a game called Kiwami for my new switch! It's about the yakuza in Japan during the 2000s or something? I dont know but the male childhood friend and his life story is like, eerily similar to Akira's... Strange.

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Cozy Christmas 2024

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Unwrapped

Just a handful things that M/A/N got each other for Christmas

For the man who has EVERYTHING, Akira

FAVORITE WRAPPED GIFT:

Of all the things he'd gotten for Christmas of 2024, he could wholeheartedly say that he had no clue that the big, heavy box he'd been eyeing most of December held the easel he'd promised himself he'd get to replace his old wobly one with.

Sure, he was soon in need of a replacement shaver too- he was grateful for that but he couldn't help but find himself a little emotion at the fact that Allie and Masato worked together to nudge him into painting again. It'd been far too long.

FAVORITE STOCKING ITEM:

When it was time for him to be on the recieving end of gifts, it wasn't uncommon for him to also recieve the reciepts along with them so that he could replace or refund the things he already had or didn't intend to use. However, he was pretty content with everything he'd gotten for once. So, the cherry on top was the two gift cards to one of his favorite spots to shop.

FAVORITE GAG GIFT:

Masato dropped a cock ring in his stocking because of an inside joke between them, which did give him a good laugh but after a single shared look between himself and Allie, he knew that it would do more than sit on the dresser and collect dust.

For the man that doesn't want much, Masato

FAVORITE WRAPPED GIFT:

He'd mentioned on and off that he intended to get a functional trainer for the home gym but he never expected those two to take it upon themselves to buy it for him! It was the exact one that he'd bookmarked months prior. He wondered if Allie had been snooping through his phone to find shopping tips. He'd always been told he was difficult to shop for, which he found odd because he was truly happy with whatever.

FAVORITE STOCKING ITEM:

When he spat the words, "Yeah, then buy me another." at Nishikiyama when he grumbled that he was tired of seeing his same ol' gold chain, he wasn't expecting the bastard to put his money where his mouth was and it was clear that the man spared no expense in doing so... Just the thought made him sweat a bit....

FAVORITE GAG GIFT:

He's not sure when she had the time, but Allie apparently had a rugby uniform made for him in a size too small for him. He couldn't be positive that it'd fit but he was curious what her reaction would be if he could manage to get it on.

For the woman who is too afraid to ask for anything, Allie

FAVORITE WRAPPED GIFT:

Allie held all her wishes close to her chest. She'd told the guys that all she really wanted was to spend it with them doing silly things but she supposed that in reality she couldn't have expected to walk away from the tree empty handed that night- not if those two had anything to say about it. She didn't realize that they knew she was hoping to buy herself a Switch when she could afford it with her own money. She had a Switch lite from a few years back but after a while, she longed for the full experience. Now, she's going to make them regret their decision and force them to play with her until their thumbs were sore.

FAVORITE STOCKING ITEM:

She always appreciated the two of them giving her jewelry as gifts but there was always an obvious (one-sided) effort to one-up the other person. It was a happy surprise to find that her two lover boys stuffed her stocking with a beautiful matching set: a necklace and bracelet in rose gold. She couldnt say which had the heftier price tag but it was the effort to finally collaborate on something that was really the best gift of all.

FAVORTIE GAG GIFT:

Akira had gone nuts with hanging up mistletoe around the house and he never missed an opportunity to smooch when he ended up under one. She didn't expect his mistletoe obsession to extend to a pair of crouchless panties but she heard his silent message loud and clear.

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MM&N (me, masa and nish) is now M/A/N (masa, allie and nish)

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The Gingerbread Contest

Characters: Akira Nishikiyama, Masato Aizawa, & Self-Insert

Allie ropes the boys into making gingerbread men of each other and nothing goes wrong at all...

Is it really a proposal if we can't say no?

[Allie places the batch of gingerbread cookies that she and Masato had spent much of the afternoon making onto the kitchen island in front of the two men. Akira didn’t hesitate to snag a person-shaped cookie from the tray and took a bite, earning an annoyed click from the man next to him. Akira speaks with a mouthful.]

Akira: What? I can’t have a fucking cookie?

Masato: You could’ve at least waited to see if she had anything to say before your greedy ass took one.

Akira: Oh, I’m supposed to check in to make sure no one’s making a goddamn speech before I eat now?

[Allie smiles as she folds her hands on the counter in front of her.]

Allie: Well, I was gonna explain why we made them– but you can have the cookie, I mean…

[Akira lowers the headless gingerbread man from his mouth, still chewing. His eyes slightly widen once he realizes.]

Akira: Wait, so you were going to give a speech?

[Allie chuckles.]

Allie: No, there’s no speech… Though, I was intending to explain why I asked you to join us here. 

[Akira resists the urge to crack a joke, then sets his partially eaten cookie on the counter. He can practically feel Masato’s eyes burning into him but he leaves it there and folds his forearms on the counter, slightly mirroring Allie.]

Akira: Oh, sorry. 

Allie: It’s fine. Is it any good?

Akira: It is. I thought it was gonna be hard from the looks of them but they’re perfect.

Allie: Good! I’m glad.

Akira: So, what’s the deal? Why’d you make 200 cookies that I apparently can’t eat?

[Allie smiles and turns to rifle through the cabinet behind her. When she faces them again, she places a medium sized box on the island.]

Allie: Boys, we’re gonna have ourselves a lil’ contest!

Akira & Masato: We are?

[The men look at each other then Akira frowns.]

Akira: Why the hell are you surprised, man? You’ve been in here baking cookies together since after breakfast.

[Masato shrugs.]

Masato: She never explained anything to me. She just said we were baking cookies– I just wanted to help…

Allie: Well, this part was meant to be a surprise. If I’d told you upfront that I wanted the three of us to make each other as cookies, I feel like you would’ve declined. 

Masato: Making each other?

Akira: As cookies, you said?

Allie: Yes!

[Both let out low, uncertain groans but Masato halt the moment he meets her eyes. They’re blown wide and her bottom lip hangs in a pout.]

Allie: Then we’ll have baked all these for nothing…

Masato: Fine. I'll play.

Akira: Really? That’s all it took for you to cave?

[Masato shrugs.]

Masato: Well, what can I do?

Akira: You’re a weak, weak, pathetic man.

Masato: *grumbling* Well, I don’t hear you saying no. 

Akira: *sarcastically* And what? Miss out on the fun?

[Allie claps and starts to remove various items from the box.]

Allie: Yay! So, here are the rules!

I’m a fragile cookie, man! Treat me like it!

[Masato raises his cookie to eye level as he presses on the colorful bulb-shaped chocolate morsels one by one. There is a small smile on his lips that Allie immediately registers as devious. She’s tempted to round the table so that she could get a look at what he’d been silently crafting but the rules state that everyone must remain adequately spaced apart and no one is allowed to peek until everyone’s cookies are completed.]

Akira: So, what are you hoping to ask for as a reward if you win?

Masato: Telling you my wish is bad luck. It won’t happen if I blab now.

[Akira groans.]

Akira: You and your superstitions… It’s a game, not a birthday candle. Allie, what will you ask for?

[She hums as she presses into the piping bag. She hadn’t really thought about it.]

Allie: I don’t know…

Akira: C’mon, you know. You just don’t wanna tell me because the big guy got into your head with his superstitious crap.

[Masato clicks his tongue but doesn’t respond.]

Allie: Genuinely, I don’t... So far, we’ve pretty much done everything I’ve wanted to do. I’m more curious about what you guys would request. 

[A sinister gleam flashes in Akira’s eyes but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he leans in closer to his sheet of cookies and smooths the frosting he’d just applied with his thumb then licks off the remainder.]

Akira: There’s gotta be something…

Allie: Well, there is that one thing.

Akira: And that is?

Allie: I could always have you two go caroling with me. 

[Masato lets out a roar of laughter and accidentally fumbles the cookie he’d been holding.]

Akira: Watch it! Was that me or you?

[There is a small pause.]

Masato: It was you.

Akira: Hey, treat me with some respect all right! I’m treating your cookie like a king over here. Have a little decency and return the gesture.

[Masato continues to laugh.]

Masato: God, do you ever shut up?

[Akira returns his attention to Allie.]

Akira: And you! Listen, you’ve asked for some shit but I am not going caroling. Alright? That’s ridiculous. 

Allie: Well, Akira if I win…?  I mean, rules are rules. Ya know?

Akira: Okay, new rule: No one can request anything that requires us to leave this house. 

Masato: Looks like we won’t be going ice skating then.

Akira: What? Why?

Masato: Well, you just said–

Akira: No, that doesn’t count! I’ve been asking about ice skating for an entire month now! You can’t just– 

[Akira looks down at his platter and sees he’s made a grave mistake in his distraction. He hisses out a curse.]

Akira: Shit. 

Masato: Shit? Shit, what?

Allie: What’d you do?

Akira: Nothing, I’ll fix it. 

[Masato speaks using his best impression of Akira’s voice.]

Masato: You better not have fucked me up. I’m just a fragile cookie, man! You’ve gotta treat me with some respect.

Akira: Bite me.

Masato: Careful what you ask for. You’re looking pretty tasty right now if I say so myself.

[Allie laughs.]

Allie: Yeaaaaah, I’d think twice using that phrase for the time being.

Akira: Huh? Oh, right. 

[He chuckles.]

What the hell happened to my mouth?!

[The timer on Allie’s phone dings and the boys rush to add their finishing touches. They’d been too distracted with idle chatter for the past 2 hours to realize how close they’d been cutting it.]

Allie: Aaaaaand TIME!

Akira: Damn...

Masato: *chuckles*

Allie: Guys, write your names on the little white board thingies I gave you and then set your tray on the island along with the label.

[Everyone cautiously carries their trays from the dining room to the kitchen. Akira places his tray then goes to wash the icing from his hands.]

Masato: Amor, I was just thinking, how are we gonna pick a winner?

Allie: We just vote honestly.

Akira: That’s not gonna happen. I’ll vote for myself and he’ll vote for you and you’ll vote for him because he voted for you then we’ll have a 3-way tie.

Masato: What makes you think I’ll vote for her? What if I wanted to vote for myself? Or worse, you?

Akira: *snorts* Yeah, right.

Allie: Well, okay– So no one can vote for themselves and neither of you are allowed to feel obligated to vote for me!

Akira: In other words, Masato-kun, don’t be a suck up.

Masato: Shut the fuck up, man. 

Allie: Okay, so, can I trust you two to vote fairly?

Akira & Masato: No.

Allie: Great! So, let’s get started! 

MASATO'S BATCH

Allie: Ooh, wait. What’s that on my hands?

Masato: Gloves, and the black on your feet are some boots. Didn’t want you getting cold in that dress.

Allie: Awwww, Masa~! How cute! 

Masato: Thanks, amorzinho.

[He smiles then leans down to press a soft kiss to her lips.]

Akira: So, are we just going to ignore the fact that his gingerbread man tied mine up in Christmas lights?

Allie: Ooh, kinky…

Akira: And what the hell happened to my mouth?!

Masato: You were born without one. What a relief… I imagine you’d have grown up to talk too damn much.

Allie: We wouldn't want that, I guess.

Akira: He's a prick.

Allie: Akira, you’ve gotta admit.. That's pretty good though. 

Akira: He tied me up and is smirking about it!

Allie: Storytelling through cookies. That’s pretty neat. 

Masato: You’re too kind, my love.

Akira: The two of you are going to make me barf. Who’s next? Me or you?

ALLIE'S BATCH

Masato: Amor, where is your hair?

Allie: I finally shaved it all off! 

Masato: Alright... Hope that fantasy of yours is finally out of your system now.

Allie: It’s not! *cheesing*

Akira: That aside, these are pretty cute. I’ll admit. 

Allie: Thanks!

Akira: Look, she even gave you chest hair. *laughs*

Masato: Your me cookie has so many details, amor.

Akira: Yeah, it’s almost unfair. Where’s my jewelry?

Allie: *pouting* Sorry, I ran out of time.

Akira: Excuses, excuses. Well, whatever. My turn!

AKIRA'S BATCH

Masato: The hell?!

Akira: What, man? 

Masato: You broke my arm!

Akira: Yeah, I did…

Masato: You were doing all the complaining–

Akira: Well, you didn’t even give me a mouth and you wrapped me in lights! Call us even.

Masato: Even?! You didn’t lose any damn limbs. 

Akira: Bro, chill out. You’re acting like I snapped your arm on purpose. 

Masato: I’m sure you did.

Akira: Did not! I even tried to fix it!

Masato: Bullshit! 

Allie: Guys, if I may interrupt…?

Akira: What’s up?

Allie: It's winter, right?

Akira: Uh-huh...

Allie: I think it’s kinda crazy how we’re all dolled up while Masa is shirtless in the cold. *laughs*

Akira: Yeah, it’s because we’ve got a date but he decided to interrupt so I broke his arm. 

Masato: I’m gonna break more than your arm.

Akira: *narrowing his eyes* You wouldn’t...

[Masato snaps his Akira cookie in half, causing the other man to gasp sharply then break the head of his own cookie of Masato. Allie sighs.]

Allie: Guys, we were supposed to vote….

[Instead of listening to Allie, the two wage war on one another by way of their gingerbread men, leaving them nothing to vote on. Allie wins by way of disqualification…]

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M/A/N AU | The Ornament Debate

Characters: Akira Nishikiyama, Masato Aizawa, & Self-Insert

The trio discuss Christmas plans.

Masato: I don’t understand why we can’t get these ornaments! Red and green with silver and gold– that’s classic!

Akira: No one wants classic– how about classy?

Allie: White, silver and gold?

Akira: Yes!

Masato: *monotone* We’ll have the most boring tree I’ve ever seen in my life…

Akira: But at least it won’t be an eyesore– I mean, you even want multicolored lights!

Masato: Yes. That’s Christmas!

Akira: Psh, whatever. I say we do my idea. 

Masato: Allie, amor, what do you think? Classic or boring?

Akira: Tacky or classy?

Allie: Well… I was thinking maybe we could do something a little different? 

Akira: Like?

Allie: Something cute. Like, rose gold, soft pink and white?

Akira & Masato: NO!!

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M/A/N AU | The Tree Debate

Characters: Akira Nishikiyama, Masato Aizawa, & Self-Insert

The trio discuss Christmas plans.

Akira: ‘I’m dreaming of a white Christmas’? White Christmas… Tree? It’s in the lyrics!

Masato: Man, they’re talking about snow. Not Christmas trees. 

Allie: *chuckles* Well, it’s unlikely we’ll be getting any snow where we live.

Akira: Even more reason to get the white tree.

Masato: That’s– Honestly, so dumb… *sigh* I can’t even begin to piece together your logic there.

Akira: Fuck off… Babe, what do you think? White is nice, right?

Allie: Well, Akira, I thought you wanted a real tree this year? I think if we go white, we’ll have no choice but to do artificial. 

Akira: Fine, as long as it’s white I don’t care what we do. 

Masato: You’re gonna want to look at the same white Christmas tree every year?

Akira: What are you talking about? We’ll throw it away once this shit is over, right?

Allie: Well, if we get something nice, we should be able to get more than a few uses out of it.

Masato: Amor, I really don’t want a white tree…

Akira: Okay, Allie, you’re the tie breaker. White or green?

Allie: Um… I think I prefer green myself.

Masato: Yes!

Akira: Ugh. Fine, whatever but it better be a real one or else what’s the point?

Masato: You know they shed like crazy, right? Are you gonna help us keep the floors clean?

Allie: Okay, okay. Masa, maybe we should give him something? He’s outnumbered here. 

Masato: Fine. 

Akira: Great, I get a pity tree for Christmas. 

Allie: Akira, it’s called compromise…

Akira: I’m just saying…

Masato: *groans* Why are you never fucking satisfied?

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S/I New Design Reveal + Info!

So, I never really loved my original self-insert design. All of last year, I told myself that I'd remake her but never got around to it. Well, I've finally done it and I'm mostly satified with her, especially because she looks so much more like me than the OG design did! (Just cuter haha. She's probably more OC than S/I these days but that's neither here nor there~!)

She's mostly intended for use in the M/A/N universe but I may use her elsewhere, unaltered. I haven't thought too much about it. Anyway, here she is!

[Over time, I'll work toward changing the spelling of her name on past posts]

BASIC INFO

Name: Allie de los Santos (born Alison Wilson)

Nationality: American (adopted by a Dominican family at 6 months; unaware of this)

Race: Black

Born: July 16

Current age: 27 years old

Languages spoken: Fluent in English and Spanish. Intermediate in Japanese (struggles to read and write but speaking and comprehension levels are passible)

Romantic partner(s): Akira Nishikiyama & Masato Aizawa

Children: In another life..

Occuption: Trade Student

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allie and the boys had themselves a merry little decorating contest. is there a clear winner here?

full png vers. undercut (still trying to figure out the color/lighting changing issue)

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well, that's one way to use mistletoe...

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'tis the season to be naughty or whatever..

[link to uncensored under the cut]

uncensored nsfw version can now be found HERE

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M/A/N AU | Christmas Planning

Characters: Akira Nishikiyama, Masato Aizawa, & Self-Insert

The trio discusses this year's Christmas plans. Word count: 1k

The boys and I had originally come to the living room to watch a movie together. I’m not sure where the idle chatter began but the movie soon became background noise in our conversation. Masato’s thick fingers messed around in my mess of frizzy curls as I rested my head in his lap. Meanwhile, I felt the knuckles of Akira’s thumbs kneading into the balls of my feet. I couldn’t help but sink the rest of my body weight into the sectional. 

I just felt so at peace when I lounged around with them like this. 

“With your family?” Akira asked, not hiding his disdain for my suggestion. “Really?”

“Yeah, but what do you guys think?”

Masato released a long sigh before answering, “I don’t know… It might be nice, I guess. We haven’t visited your family in a while.”

“Yeah, for good fucking reason.” Akira spat. 

My family all knew about Masato and Akira separately but up until the event where I made the ‘brave’ decision to show up with them both on my arm, they realized just how… complicated my relationship with them was. Both of them were bombarded with a plethora of questions– Some more inappropriate than others, while I was put on the chopping block. 

It wasn’t… quite how I planned that day to go but in a weird way, I suppose I did feel more at peace with it now being out in the open. 

“Okay,” I said, nodding my head. “So, they overstepped a li–”

“Overstepped?” Akira said, and I didn’t miss the snark in his tone. “Your uncle asked us if we ever fuck you at the same time!”

Masato’s chuckle gave my head a slight bounce. “Ridiculous.” 

“Okay,” I said, lifting myself slightly to meet his sharp gaze. “He wasn’t my uncle. He was my au–”

“Aunt’s boyfriend.” Masato interrupted, causing me to drop my head back into his lap to look up at him. “But there’s no reason he should be thinking about your sex life. I mean, he’s known you how many years?”

“Since I was–”

“A kid.” Akira finished. “Creep. We should’ve bashed his face in.”

“Guys, you’re forbidden from fighting my auntie’s creepy old boyfriend.” I sighed. “Him being inappropriate isn’t unique to us. If you knew the things he’s said to my brother and his girlfriend–”

“If I know your brother as well as I think I do, he’d jump in and take a couple whacks at the bastard himself.” Masato laughed.

“Right?”

“Guys, NO ONE is fighting anyone! Okay? Can we just be done with that now?” I groaned, gripping at the air to show my frustration with the topic. 

“Fine.” they both responded, each with their own brand of attitude. 

“So,” I began, dangling my hand off the couch and resting it on Masato’s hairy calf. “I’m getting the feeling we’re not feeling too thrilled about spending Christmas with my family?”

Masato scoffed, “That’s–”

“An understatement.” Akira finished.

“Fine,” I pouted, “I just really wanna have a good Christmas this year…”

“Babe, what’s the matter with doing things like we always do?”

“Probably because we’re not flying home this year. You want to do it the American way, right amor?”

“Well, what makes it American? A big tree with lights or something?”

“Not exactly. We have trees in Japan.”

“Yeah,” Akira said, “but we don’t usually do them in the house ourselves.” 

“I do want a tree for our house this year.” I said. 

“Consider it done, babe.”

“And you two know that nothing will be open, right? Except maybe… Hm, some of the Chinese takeout spots around here. So, no fancy dinners.”

Masato shrugged. “Then, we’ll cook. No big deal.”

“You two can handle that.” Akira laughed, running his hand through his hair. 

“Well, duh. No one was expecting you to become a chef for the sake of Christmas.” Masato said snarkily which earned a tongue click in response from the other man. 

“Well, I don’t know Masa because I was kinda hoping for some Christmas soul food staples.” 

“Which explains your insane idea of spending it with your family...”

“Akira!” 

“Tell me what you’ve got in mind and you and I will do our best to recreate it, amor.”

“Oh, while we’re on this: You wanna decorate the house too, babe?”

“Please?”

Akira dug into his pocket for his cellphone, “We can go out and do a bit of shopping tonight, then. Starting with that shop I drove by the other night. It looked like it’d have stuff you’d like.”

I couldn’t hide my excitement as I bounced my legs against his lap which made him chuckle a bit. 

“What else do you want, amor?”

“Why’s it all about what I want?” I asked. “What about what you guys want?”

Akira chuckled, “Well, it’s your holiday babe.”

“Hey, that’s not true because Masa’s catholic! He celebrates too, lest you forget.”

“Eh, it’s been a while. Besides, even when we were celebrating, Ma kept things small.” 

“Well, what did you do?” I asked.

“She did a bit of cooking– roast chicken, ham. That sorta thing.” he shrugged. “Oh, she made this bread thing every year. It’s like a cake. It was nice. Sweet.”

“That doesn’t sound half bad.” Akira nodded.

“I miss it.” he smiled, and I noted the sadness in his eyes as he looked off toward the tv. 

“Hey, why don’t we make a cultural exchange out of this Christmas then? I don’t know why I’ve never thought of this before,” I suggested. “We’ll do some of the things that I’m used to and we’ll do some of the things you grew up with.”

“Okay, and I will….?” Akira mumbled.

“Nishikiyama-san, why don’t we stop by that market in the city and see if they’ll sell those fancy cakes around Christmas time?”

“Oh, good idea.”

“Yay!” I bounced. “Ahh I’m so excited.”

“Of course you are.” Akira smiled, “No matter what, you get your way.”

“As if you’ve got any right to complain. You give her whatever she wants.” 

“And you’re the pot calling the kettle black.” he scoffed, “Fuck off, man. I don’t wanna hear it.”

Masato chuckled and shrugged, “Touché.”