#and hey im lowkey happy w how it turned out
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whiteboard pissed me off so many times but i forgive it. sigh.
anyway heres cuban harry tony mike (hatsune miku) bc cultural mikus are swagger !!111
tbh im starting to appreciate colour a lot more now that ive done some digital art
the shi going on inside my brain when i see cool colours is very kewl :3
#there were SO many drafts before we got here#i tried ibispaint traditional and etc#until i gave up for a while and decided to draw on whiteboard since i had just recently discovered it#and hey im lowkey happy w how it turned out#lemme tell you this is peak cuban#the only thing missing is she shitty pavement and the smell of smoke and plants and coffee and you got cuba in a drawing w miku#i lowkey miss cuba#my grandparents visiting canada this fall tho :)#anyway#MMMMMIKU MIKU YOU CAN CALL ME MIKU NLUE HAIR BLUE HEYES HIDING IN YO WUFO🗣‼‼💯#vocaloid#miku#hatsune miku#cultural miku#miku trend#cuban miku#cuba#digital art#whiteboard fox
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❛THE WEEKEND❜ ( j. sungchan )
p. bestfriendsbrother!sungchan x fem!reader w. 3.6k+
— 𖦹 warnings. sungchan is lowkey obsessed with reader even tho he just met her, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink
— 𖦹 (you didn't intend on meeting your best friends brother, let alone fucking him, but hey it's the weekend ) !
“Hey how about we have a sleepover this weekend?”
You turned to your new friend who sat next to you; it had only been a few months since you started at your new school — not many people were welcoming to you because it was in the middle of the school year; everyone had made their respective friend groups and your shy nature made it hard for you to even make friends.
Then came jung soojin; your saving grace— she was a relatively popular girl who approached you first offering a seat to you; then sitting next to you at lunch, and then as the days went by your friendship blossomed. she’d been over your house multiple times, but you’d never been to her house. “th-this weekend?”
She shrugged, the teachers voice playing in the background. “yeah, it’ll be fun, we can watch a bunch of movies and eat a ton of snacks.” She smiled, you thought about it for a second. “okay sure.” She nodded. “great, we can head over to your house after school and get your clothes, and then head over to mines.” She explained. “okay.” You both turned back to the board, excited for the weekend to come.
After the bell rang; she dragged you to her car, driving over to your house — your parents were always happy to see her, chatting her up while you grabbed the things you need for the next three days, running back down the stairs before they could embarrass you. “that’s enough mom.” You grabbed soojins hand. “we have to go.”
“okay, well you girls have fun, i’ll see you sunday.” You waved, dragging her back out. “I love your mother.” Soojin started the car, you rolled your eyes. “yeah because she’s not spreading your business too people.” She laughed, driving off in the direction of her house.
“Shit.” She cursed pulling into the driveway. “he wasn’t supposed to be here.” She whispered. “who?” you questioned. “my brother, he's home from college, he wasn’t supposed to be here until next weekend.” She frowned. “im sorry.” You’ve heard of her brother once or twice; but this was the first time you’d be meeting him. “it’s okay.” You smiled. “we can still have fun right?” she nodded. “of course, he probably won’t even bother us.”
You both got out of the car, making your way up to her door, opening it and walking in, taking your shoes off at the front. “lets go to the kitchen first and the head up to my room.” You nodded, following behind her, looking at all the pictures they had hanging up. “you have a nice house.”
“thank you.” She held a bunch of snacks in her hand, handing them you so she could grab some more. “you think we’ll be enough to last until dinner?” you chuckled. “im almost certain it will.” She sheepishly smile. “Jesus, other people live here you know.” A deep voice shocked you, making you jump a little. “you’re taking all the good snacks.”
“you’re not even supposed to be here today.” You friend said. “I came home early to surprise our parents.” You turned to face the attractive voice — being met with an equally attractive face. “they aren’t here, they went to a wedding for the weekend, yn is gonna spend the night.”
He shifted focus to you, he was probably the most gorgeous man you’ve even seen, perfectly good symmetrical face, his hair fitting for his face— and he was tall, making you feel small; he made you feel nervous and you didn’t even know his name. “this sungchan.” Your friend said. “my annoying older brother.” You smiled. “h-hi.”
Sungchan took a look at you, eyes scanning you up and down — you hands full of snacks, looking up at him with doe eyes; you nervously rocked on your feet; you were cute. “hello yn.” You liked the way he said your name, it gave you butterflies. “we’re going to my room, so we won’t bother you.” Soojin said. “so don’t bother us.” She warned.
“Why would I do that?” he scoffed. “shotaro is coming over later to play basketball, we’re gonna order pizza if you want to eat.” You watched your friend’s eyes light up. “He is?” You just knew you had to ask her about it. “I’ve told you he doesn’t like you.” She scoffed. “how do you know?” she said. “he has a girlfriend.” He pushed past her, you watched them bickering as he filled up a cup filled with water. “okay , im done, you’re boring.” He said. “great didn’t want to talk to you anymore either.”
“Good.” He approached you, his body towering over yours. “leave her alone.” Soojin said. “can I have those?” he pointed to the bag of chips in your hand. “h-huh?” you were too lost in his eyes, he smirked; you were so cute. “these are the last bag and they’re my favorite, can I have them?” you held the chips out, handing it to him. “h-here.” He smiled taking the chips. “now go.” Soojin said. “nice meeting you yn.” He walked back up the stairs. “my gosh he’s so annoying.” She rolled her eyes.
“He’s okay.” You said. “please, you don’t know him, get to know him more, and you’ll be tired of him.” She guided you up the steps to her room — looking down the hall, seeing a quick glance of his back as he walked into his room, soojin pulling you into her.
“He’s so cute isn’t he?” soojin looked out her bedroom window; where sungchan and his friend played basketball in the front of their house. “and look at his abs.” you got up, looking out the window— both of them were out there, shirtless; but you only paid attention to sungchan, his toned six back, dripping in sweat as they played. “him and my brother have been friends since forever.” You nodded, not really paying attention, unable to keep your eyes off the older boy.
You were so focused on him, you didn’t even realize he was also staring back at you until you heard soojins voice, pulling you back to reality. “He’s looking up here, oh my god he’s so fucking fine.” You laughed at your friend, silently thanking god that she was too busy lusting over her brothers friend; to notice you lusting over her brother.
You heard the door shut, your friend jumping up. “let go downstairs so I can see him.” She pulled you up, dragging you down the stairs. “be calm he’s not here.” Your breath got caught in your throat, he was glistening with sweat. “he went to go pick up the pizza.” Your friends smile dropped. “ah! so annoying.” He heard your little giggle, turning to you — you were no longer wearing the sweater, giving him a full view of your white blouse that was unbuttoned, a sliver of pink from your bra peeking through the shirt, making him want to unbutton your shirt and get a full view. “when will he be back?”
The boy shrugged. “I don’t know, I also told him to stop by the market and get some beers and chips.” He said. “but i think he’ll be around an hour, might want to go fix that ugly face and outfit if you want his attention, im gonna shower. She slapped his chest as he walked upstairs. “asshole.”
“I have to go shower, yn make yourself a home.” She chirped. “we’re gonna eat out here with them.” She winked , running back up the stairs, leaving you in the kitchen. “she’s never ran that fast as long as I’ve known her.” You laughed to yourself, making your way into the living room.
15 minutes later; you saw sungchan walking back down the steps, shirt cut so you could see his rib cage — and a peek of his abs if you looked hard enough, and a pair of basketball shorts. “she’s still in the shower?” he asked, you nodded. He didn’t say anything, walking into the kitchen you turned to your hand, picking at your nails. “here.”
You looked up, he was now standing in front of you, a soda in his hands. “oh thank you.” He watched you open it, taking a sip, the red liquid falling past your lip, dripping down your chin. He chuckled to himself, sitting down right next to you. “so messy.” He said to himself.
“h-huh?” you asked, eyes wide open at how close he was. “you made a mess.” He said, your face was hot, you wipe your chin, sitting the soda down — he stared down at your thighs, watching you nervously picking at your skirt. “sorry.” He laughed, opening his water bottle. “no need to apologize.” You stared at his neck, watching his adams apple move as he drank the water, letting out a sigh, that sent your body off.
“So you must be new.” He said. “I know all my sister’s friends.” You nodded. “I-I moved here a few months ago.” God you were so cute; back at his university he was popular amongst the girls, going back to his shared apartment with shotaro, but none of them were like you — cute and nervous, so small and ready for him to ravish. “your sister was the only one to talk to me on my first day.” He listened to you talk. “she’s been a good friend to me.”
“I’m glad; if she hadn’t the I would’ve never gotten to meet you.” He said, you eyes jump to him, back to your knees. “so cute.” He said, you felt his hand come to your chin, lifting your head up to face him. “So shy cant even look me in the eye.” He chuckled. “I make you that nervous baby?”
You wanted to speak, but you were still stuck on the nickname that you couldn’t even focus, until you felt his hand caressing your cheek. “it’s okay baby I don’t bite.” He smirked. “I saw you looking at me earlier, you almost started drooling.” He teased. “I was looking at you too.” His thumb ran across your bottom lip, you let out a low whimper. “you sound so pretty just now.” He hummed. “I wonder what other noises I can get out of you.”
He was so close you could smell the scent of his shampoo and body wash flooding your nostrils; his arms trapping you, your eyes quickly flickering to his lips. “you want a kiss pretty girl?” you bit your lip, shyly nodding. “well then come get it.” He whispered. “wh-what?” he chuckled. “you want to kiss me right? So kiss me.” He watched your face get closer and closer to his, until he could feel your lips on his.
It was a quick peck, he almost laughed. “not like that.” He cradled your cheek, pulling you into a deeper kiss; you let him take charge, pulling you closer. His hand moved from your face, to your thigh, his hand inching up your skirt, you whimpered against his lips, he smirked pulling away. “keep making those noises pretty baby and your friend is gonna walk in on me doing something to your pretty body.” You could feel his lips on your neck, you let out a small moan. “su-sungchan.”
Fuck you sound so pretty moaning his name into his ear, his shirt balled up in your shaking hands; his cock begging to be freed — he knew he didn’t have more time, hearing the bathroom door open, the front door rattling open. “shit.” He pulled always, pulling your skirt down. “I got pizza!” shotaro entered the house, looking at the both of you. “am i — shotaro!”
You thanked the man above as your friend ran down the steps; distracting the man. “soojin , hey.” He smiled at the girl, you watched them interact. ‘he definitely likes her’ sungchan was too busy looking at you, your shirt was unbuttoned more, you’re a little ruffled; his hard cock jumping; you looked so ready to be fucked. “lets eat!” shotaro called out. “I’ll go get some plates.” Your friend said. “I’ll come too.” Shotaro following behind. “he definitely likes her.”
Sungchan quickly moved next to you, his hands on your chest, buttoning up your shirt. “you look so obvious baby.” He smiled, patting your hair down. “so cute.” He pulled away, leaving you breathless once again as soojin shotaro returned. “shotaro this is yn, my friend who just moved here.” You waved. “it’s nice to meet you.” Shotaro looked at the scene in front of him; shaking his head. “it’s nice to meet you yn.” You friend jumped. “oh yn, let’s go get some drinks from the kitchen.” You nodded, following behind her.
“She’s cute.” Sungchan turned to his friend. “nothing like your sister other friends, is that what you find attractive?” sungchan scoffed throwing a pillow at him. “please don’t act like I don’t see you flirting with my little sister.” He shrugged. “touché.”
You all sat around eating the pizza and talking; you watched your friend and shotaro flirt back and forth; occasionally turning back to sungchan who was already looking at you like he was ready to pounce on his, his presence making heat boil up in your stomach— your hands were so shaky, spilling some of your soda on your legs. “oh! yn you okay?” you nodded, sungchan reached over, grabbing a napkin. “here.” He patted your skirt, cleaning your legs, his hands lingering a little too long for your poor heart.
“look at you , trying to be a gentleman.” Soojin said. “too bad you’re actually a ogre under that.” You giggle, taking the tissue from his hand. “thank you.” He nodded, moving his hands from your legs. “I actually have to go soon, I have to help my mother out tomorrow.” shotaro said. “and it’s getting late and she’s a early bird.”
“I’ll come back soon.” He stood up. “let me walk you to your car.” Your friend said, he nodded. “nice to meet you yn.” You wave. “could you help put the trash away?” you could see your friend begging with her eyes. “yeah, i’ll help.” He picked up the empty pizza boxes, you grabbed the cans following behind him as your friend left out the door.
You threw the trash away, ready to walk back upstairs to wait for your friend so you could get ready for bed — but you were stopped by sungchan pulling back against him, you could feel his hard on against your ass. “you feel that?” he sighed. “you feel how much I want you pretty baby?” you pushed back against him, he groaned stopping you by grabbing your hips. “not right here fuck.” He was truly loosing the war. “when she goes to bed.” He pulled away, ready to feel your warmth again — what were you doing to him?
You could still feel him on you; smell his scent on your skin, even after you were showered and in your pajama — you could hear him groaning how much he wanted you as you listening to your friend go on and on about the kiss she shared outside with shotaro. “I felt butterflies.” You smiled watching her dopey smile. “he was so soft and sweet, it was perfect.”
“I knew he liked you, the moment you came down the steps.” You said watching her giggle, looking down at her phone. “he just text me good night, look!” you nodded. “has he asked you on a date yet?” she hummed. “next weekend.” She squealed, her face getting serious. “but enough of that, this is our weekend, time for us to have some girl time, I have face masks, nail polish and gems.” She said. “and a few movie and of course snacks.”
Many movies and snacks later; face masks washed off and your freshly painted pink nails, soojin was knocked out cold beside you; phone in her hand, you could still see the messages against her and shotaro. You pulled the blanket over her body, slowly making your way out the room, and down the hall to the bathroom.
You reached for the handle, but it was already open, you stepped back, revealing the boy who you longed for — his chest fully exposed, your eyes traveling down to his abs. “h-hi.”
He looked down at you outfit; his cock hardening once again in his basketball shorts, a big shirt eating your small frame straight up, coming down to your knees — it wasn’t his but he fucking wish it was, wanting to see you in his clothes as he fucked you. “nice pajamas pretty girl.” He smirked. “i’ll let you do what you need to do.” He moved to the side, letting you into the bathroom, closing the door.
You did what you needed to do; brushing your teeth, spitting into the sink, before making your way out of the bathroom. “where you goin?” you felt him coming up behind you. “she sleep?” you nodded, breathing heavily as you felt him feeling up your body. “good, cause im not going any longer without your pretty little body on mines.”
He took you by the hand, guiding you to his room, letting you in, closing the door behind him; turning to you, the lamp from his bedside giving you a good look at his darkening eyes. “been hard ever since earlier.” His hands came up to your face. “you’re so fucking cute baby.” He pulled you into a messy kiss; grabbing at your shirt, pulling away from you. “lift your arms up.” He breathed.
You slowly put your arms up, letting him pull the shirt over your head, throwing it to the floor, the cold air on your nipples, making them pebble up. “so cute.” He back you against the wall. “su-sungchan.” You moaned as he pinched your nipples. “keep making those noises for me.” He placed a kiss on your chest. “I wanna hear them all.”
Kissing down your stomach, he stopped at your pajama shorts, pulling them and your panties down in one go, also dropping down to his knees, your back arching off the wall. “such a tiny pussy baby.” He pushed your legs apart. “need to taste you.” You gasped out as you felt his breath on your heat. “su-su— oh my god.” You moaned out as licked a fat strip on your clit. “so good pretty.” You bawled your fist up, desperate to grab a hold of something.
He grabbed your hands without stopping his assault with his tongue, putting it in his hair, giving you leverage. “sh-shit sungchan.” You tugged at his hair, whining. “gonna cum.” His nosed brushed against your clit, humming against your cunt setting your orgasm off, grinding against his face as you came, legs shaking. “good girl.” He pulled away, kissing your cunt. “came so much for me.”
He stood up; now towering over you, making you feel small. “you want my cock pretty baby?” you nodded. “words baby, I want to hear you say it.” you whined. “ne-need you sungchan.” He that’s all he needed, to lift your body up like it was nothing holding you . “fuck you’re so adorable.” He pushed his shorts down to the ground. “need to feel you on my cock.” He grabbed the base of his length, his read leaky tip kissing your entrance. “gonna stretch this tiny cunt.”
You winced feeling his cock protruding your hole, both of your moan as he mounted you down on his cock. “fuck you’re so tight.” He groaned. “your tiny pussy barely taking my cock.” You moaned out. “so-so full.”
He moved his hips up, fucking you. “I knew I needed to fuck you the moment you walked through those doors.” He moaned. “so tiny, so cute.” He kissed your chest. “needed to see you struggling to my cock.”
He felt so addicted to you already, he knew this wouldn’t be the only time; shit the way you felt around his cock he probably would be able to have sex with another girl without thinking of you. “sh-shit pretty girl im gonna cum.” He groaned. “wanna feel my cum filling you up.” He flicked your nipples. “need to breed this pussy.”
“pl-please.” You whimpered into his ear, tears streaming down your face. “please come inside me.” He kissed your tear stained cheeks, his cock twitching inside you. “cum with me.” He sped up his movements, you came for the second time, feeling his cum entering you cunt. “fu-fuck take it all for me.”
His lips pressed against yours, as he held you in his arms, moving to his bed, laying you on your back — slowly pulling out, watching the cum leak from your puffy cunt. “so pretty, tiny pussy can’t keep all my cum inside.”
He wiped you down, cleaning you up, whispered sweet nothing as he got you dressed. “so, so pretty baby.” he kissed your lips softly— giving that this was your first day meeting him, you felt more loved by him than you did with your ex who you gave your virginity to.
“i don’t think this can be a one time thing.” Sungchan said, laying in bed next to you. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.” You sat up, he followed sitting up on his elbows. “well you have to go back to university.” You said. “I know.” He frowned. “but we can still talk all the time, and it’s not like I won’t be here for the summer.” You said. “but summer is a while away.”
You nodded. “yeah, but we can still talk.” You smiled. “and we still have the weekend left.” You said. “let’s just have the weekend” He grabbed your hand, kissing it.
He'd figure it out before he went back to college cause he knew he couldn’t just have the weekend.
©️LUVYENI
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hey you should some dating johnny cade hc
Dating Johnny Cade HCs
➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.
-> warnings: foul language, pet names { baby, honey, sweetheart }
-> pairings: johnny cade x reader
{🤍}
sweet boy ong.
PLEASE he loves to cuddle with you !!
"c'mere cuddlebug" <3
M E L T S when you compliment or praise him
is really really really really really really really really shy before you both start dating
100 fucking percent asked dally for advice b4 asking you out
look, if you have a RBF, johnnycake is kimda scared of you (at first)
until dall strolls up to you and offers you a blunt, johnny might think youll jump up and bite his fingers off lmao
ok so but i
johnny loves watching you smoke????
like
watching the smoke seep from your lips?? hes purring.
but when you shOTGUN?!?!?!?!? he's feral.
if johnny ever gets hurt, expect to be one of the first person he looks for to clean him up and give him shelter
if he ends up in jail for participating in one of Dally's stunts, he doesn't want to call
bc you'll be worried and want to spend ur money on bail for him 🤕❤
but its ok in the end bc hes in love w you
PICNIC DATES QUESTION MARK
i feel like johnny would be so down for these
i also think johnny's lowkey (and i mean low key) a cat person
is that just me? ok ill go away now
AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER for sharing cigs with his partner <3
if you had a good home life, johnny would really want to spend time with your family
because he was robbed of an okay parent/child relationship, he yearns for his partner's parents to like him
would be absolutely distraught if they didn't like him, my poor boy ☹
please tell him he's loved
he needs that
would call you sweetheart, baby, honey or a nickname based off your name or an inside joke or smth
johnny boy likes that intimacy :p
wap so hes a sub switch at best
GO TO THE MOVIES WITH HIM!!!!
PLEASE
sharing a coke (the drink smh) and fries :')
making comments the whole time and loving his little laugh that follows
play a prank or two 😍
but you might need to take the fall just a warning
if you tend to get in trouble with the law, johnny would be chill with that shit because he's friends with dallas winston
but will always be a lil nervous for his bae
will take you out when you get out of the slammer
diner dinners, late night walks (with knives for safety), dirty jokes, random puns... this is all johnny.
you make him so happy
would have cash set aside for a lil smth for your birthday dont even TRY to argue
cheek kisses, neck kisses, forhead kisses
theyre so... simple
so simple but they make him so happy
dally also likes how happy you make johnny
is protective over johnny, don't get me wrong, but is calmer when he knows its you
i mean, everyone knows you
you have a reputation, of course
dally lowkey admires you, even if ur younger than him
anywayz
is kind of oblivious when it comes to relationships, tbh...
its sweet (for the most part)
loves holding your hand
please
please hold his hand
please hold his hand all the time
two-bit loves you bc johnnys in love with you and you help him (two-bit) with making fun of certain Socs
you also have a rep for dark/offensive humor so two and soda absolutely lose their shit when you make a joke im not even lying
wait but like soda really likes the dynamic you both have
i.e: you act like siblings and poke fun at pony sometimes
but its all good bc ur dating johnny
i mean, dude, its johnny
darry highkey really likes you
the gamg likes you, johnnh is in love with you, we're all cool
imagine: mother darry's reaction to you get into a fight
"hey y/n," darry greeted the teen. they were grabbing a piece of chocolate cake. the curtis household was notorious for its chocolate cakes.
y/n shut the ice box door and went for a fork, strategically avoiding letting darry see their face. "yo," they replied, turning to leave the room.
darry stuck his hand out before y/n could leave the kitchen. "look at me," he commanded, suspicious.
y/n tilted their face up to look at him. darry's eyes widened. they had teo black eyes, a deep lookinh scratch from their temple to their chin, a dried bloody nose, busted lip, and a toothy grin plastered all over their face. "it wasn't my fault, dare, promise," they say.
darry tuts. "the hell it wasnt. you see johnny yet with those battle scars o'yers?"
"nah. ain't wanna wake 'im up yet."
dear god then two bit lumbers in. "hey, y'all heard? shepherd's plannin' a rumble- damn!" he howls. he swiped his finger in the frosting of y/n's cake and got a good look at their face. "damn kid! you kick their asses?"
y/n smirks. "duh."
two bit laughs and gets his own slice of cake while darry leans against the counter wondering how why y/n was so carefree.
"you're such a mother, jeez," y/n commented to Darry.
two bit laughed again.
"missed you, baby"
AWOOOGA BARK BATK BARK PURR MEOW JEIEKJQODIS
the gang totally gags and pretends to vomit when you guys kiss or they walk in go you making out
pony is ur no. 1 supporter
respect, my g 😪✊
if anyone wants more lmk. ill edit this bad boy later
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@paxdawg
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and u know what im ready to make my full statement on MENG MEI QI too. the situation is so crazy to me, basically now in 2023 some ujung wont even type out her name because 1. cheating scandal (WHERE SHE WAS THE 3RD PARTY, WASNT EVEN THE PERSON TO CHEAT ON SOMEONE) and 2. doesnt mention wjsn ever and to me that is literally HILARIOUS like, god its just soooo funny to watch everyone pile in with the loudest most popular opinion and not do personal critical thinking, or hey, maybe they did and what mmq did really WAS too much for them to still support her but in that case i raise an eyebrow because idk… a lottt of yall are the same people who will get online and write about loving evil women and letting girls be shitty etc etc and she literally gives you what you asked for on a silver PLATTER, like doing nothing cancellable just giving us a good wholesome woman being evil and selfish and obsessed w herself and everyone turns on her!!!! sorry shes not fucking chuu lmao!? (ilu chuu no hate but there is space for good AND evil girls in my heart😇) im sorry im SO unbothered by her being the other woman in a cheating scandal like i cant imagine something mattering less to me and it actually made me super happy to confirm she fucks even tho the guy was ugly😇 but i said kinda most of this already so SECOND OF ALL about her not mentioning wjsn and shit… another thing i literally have NO problem with?? again, like…… no one was more distraught than me at what happened to ot13 but these are REAL PEOOLEEEEEEEEEE?!????!??? i’ve said this before too but i think its worth mentioning, i think my perspective on WJSN has always been a certain way because i grew up playing soccer on a team of the same ~18 girls for over 8 years and im very familiar with, idk, “team dynamics” in groups of girls growing up together? so i understand what its like to be in a larger group dedicated towards this ultimate, performance based goal together and while not everyone out of those 18 girls is one-to-one best friends and lots of people have pretty significant differences, none of that matters “on the field” or when you’re “working”, and its actually lowkey beautiful hiw such different people can unite together to make their dream happen AND develop really long lasting strong relationships w each other when they would otherwise might not have. so ive never had illusions that wjsn as a group has this monolithic motivator or reason for being in wjsn or being an idol, they are all super different personalities and have different interest areas like acting, musicals, song production, MCing etc! so its really impossible for me to feel upset or bothered in any way when i hear complaints about mmq’s behavior in this area because im like ? she obviously has/had this solo career (that i have to believe she had way more control and stylistic direction over than with wjsn) in her home country where she gets to embrace her personal style and concepts instead of matching wjsns, shes clearly separating from that past image and going in a different direction w her career! it does make me bummed that shes not getting 13 stars tattooed like xiao did but again what am i gonna do, be mad that this artist who i really care abt as a person is going off on their own path and direction? cujung is a ROCK of this fanbase its not like a mmq wjsn mention is going to create millions more ujung and album sales? just never added up to me, IM not gonna feel some type of way about it because stan twit fucking tells me to, like how it feels a lot of ujungs react to everything! that one thing going around that was like “wjsn are coworkers not friends” was sooooo funny for me to watch ujung actually get mad about because like,,, they ARE coworkers? AND FRIENDS?! there are 13 of them? each person has a unique individual and complex relationship with each other person? ah idk why i even bother with these essays the avg kpop stans iq is literally 65 yall love being spoonfed parasocial relationships simulated for ur consumption so much u completely block out the fact they are real people
#and a lot of people who have the most to say about it like literally dont go outside and have lives and group activities to be a part of so#sorry if im being haterish but like they started it#getting mad at what mmq says and doesnt say about her old job and who she fucks is giving incel its giving i like to control women#giving the type of people who freak out and kts over their idol reading a feminist book or dating someone#sorry women are autonomous beings not morally perfect objects u can glorifyingly put on a pedestal and tear down just as maliciously when#something they did doesnt add up to this unrealistic un-human image u created of them#i honestly think some of u get more out of tearing at and hating someone than u did supporting them its like fun for u to sit behind a scree#and judge their lives meanwhile havent washed ur greasy ass hair in days and when was the last time u called ur grandmother? what the longes#lasting friendship you’ve ever been able to maintain? huh???#damn i cant find out how to do a read more on mobile sorryyyyyyyyyy#long post#ANYWAYS *pulls out comfort photos of teen mmq smoking cigs*
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Note here. How's the Enstaring going? Any faves yet? Any secret cries for help? But really, I'm very happy you're playing! I hope it goes well!
hey note!!! i loveeee alkaloid i think all of them but im a little biased towards tatsumi bc hes cute in a specific way that i like. i have him and arashi in my office rn and i love checking in w him and having his tiny little chibi say little christian things to me
i like mayoi a lot too, i think my preferences go tatsumi>mayoi>aira>hiiro but i really like them all! not just cause they’re the main focus but because of their awkward misfit vibes and the dynamics within the group :)
then i knew about a couple of the characters before starting and arashi was my fave from what i knew, so i made her my homescreen background at the beginning and i am pretty attached to her :) and then i like niki and leo! i also went very out of my way to get a himeru card because i think i’ll end up liking him a lot
im also fascinated by how much the game acknowledges stuff as weird. ill see something and itll just be a little note and im like “huh!” and then they actually talk about it and im like oh…. woah… like not just the capitalism n cults but like… airas constantly mean to hiiro and then they actually talk about it and why; stuff like that. i like how things aren’t always just a gimmick but actually get dealt with
also the production quality is insane!! EVERY SONG gets an mv…. i love it.
though tbh ive been struggling with enstars a bit lately? 1) it’s addictive, 2) i looked at the wiki and realized a lot of things i was really curious about haven’t gotten resolution yet or turn out to be really surface level (also like… niki’s a chef, his father was a chef, and he’s got a disorder that makes him constantly hungry? that’s so reductive and recursive around one trope it feels like bad writing), and 3) last night i learned hiiro and rinne were originally conceived as ainu characters which feels like… really sus with how their characters are presented? idk, it’ll depend on how removed it turns out to be, like i dont know anything abt ainu people but as long as for example the monarchy and systems they have are made up i think im chill with it but right now im like. HM. and realizing how many sus things could go over my head w lack of jpnese cultural knowledge. so ive been lowkey considering quitting the game bc it takes up too much of my time for something i dont LOVE but seeing you get hyped abt it and getting to talk about what i do like in it has made me back away from that idea a bit
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TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY (⁀ᗢ⁀) in a shocking turn of events, taking a tumblr break made me more productive??? sounds fake i know asdkjasdjkdsajk
im picking sannie up in my hands and smooching him like hes a wet, scared kitten.
pls!!! give him all the smooches!!!!!!!!! ;;;;;;;;;;
..okay, you’re forgiven bc this is a delicious mental image hdnhsjhjshd
u r welcome hehe (¯ ³¯)♡ but for real asdkjasdkjsda i’m happy it was appreciated!!! i needed it to be 100% clear that San’s anxiety was *completely* unfounded ♡
The way it’s SO easy to imagine this T_T He’s such a good dom and such a pillar for the other two in this story, and it’s easy to forget that he’s also a human with needs and limits and fears. And a past.
this yessss!!!!! the two incidents aren’t directly related obv, but i really wanted this moment as sortof a reverse to the chapter where Woo and reader had their ‘fight’, where San helped to sort them out and took care of them. now the fight was just San vs San’s brain :c yes he is their strong mountain to rest on, but he also needs (and deserves!) some taking care of ;;
Insecurity (or jealousy?) that they know each other better than either of them knows her? Just thinking out loud eheh
a lil bit of column A, a lil bit of column B! plus a small sprinkling of ‘bc they know each other better than she knows them’ askjadsjkdsjk. reader is getting better w/ her confidence within the QP-throuple but she still has a lil further to go! ♡
YES TELL HIM!!!! I love it when a situation like this is turned on its head. I can hear San thinking “it’s not the same” but IT IS 👏
it’s SO hard to turn off those double standards and treat yourself w/ the same kindness you treat others!!! T_T (i say, absolutely not speaking out of personal experience or whatever, no siree!)
oh he knows xD
asdjkdasjk i have this lil headcanon that whiway San wakes up with morning wood so regularly that Wooyoung lowkey can’t help but take it as a personal slight when San doesn’t, even if as a fellow owner-of-a-dick he knows perfectly damn well that’s not how it works askdjasdjkdaskj. like. what did i do to piss you off, bro? why didn’t you wake up hard for me today? ://///
Woo really bit him awake, menace that he is <3
he’s got a Brand™ and he ain’t abt to let anyone forget it hehe ♡
“Hey. Good morning.”
I HECKEN LOST IT AT THE SAN PIC YOU PUT HERE ASKJSADKJDSJKDJKSKJSD he even was in a sentimental mood here too 〒▽〒 truly one of The Most moments ever god i love that man and whatever he’s got going on in that brainpan of his 〒▽〒
Igbyyyy oh my goOdnhjjd this part where they’re only just starting to, err, take care of San. there’s something white-hot but light inside my chest seeing him like this, it’s just like. relief? also hornie, you know how it is. (maybe it's just that i'm getting to put my own brain into San for once, in this fic? That's how my brain works btw, it puts itself into whoever is the sub and/or bottom in a fic and i perceive the fic as though i am them. or something like that?)
no waaaaaaait omg i actually got really soft at this, i love knowing how this works for you and i love that you finally got to sink into whiway San’s brain ahhhhh ;;;;; it just feels right for him to also get a proper turn, and i’m so happy you had a good time in his brain heheheh ♡ (i do know how it is lol asdkjdsajkasd ♡)
>:3c there are remedies for that. by which i mean.. tying him up so he doesn’t have any way to reciprocate. ✨
(WARNING: HARD THOUGHTS RAMBLE ACTIVATED)
no but (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃) i keep going back to this thought (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃) abt reader wanting to dom more often, and esp learning how to do bondage (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃) and so San teaches her all the knots and ties, and obv Woo gets practised on a lot hehe~ but eventually she asks San the inevitable question; “can i tie you up?” and San is not-averse-but-a-lil-reluctant-but-also-a-lil-curious (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃)
(he’s tried some stuff on himself to know what it feels like for his subs but has never been tied up by another person)
so San and reader start experimenting; and they really make a moment out of doing some decorative non-restrictive shibari on each other to surprise Wooyoung (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃)
and San’s waaaayyyyy more into the whole thing than he expected so they get a lil frisky while waiting for Wooyoung — and then Woo gets lovingly tag-teamed by two very worked up doms once he gets home (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃) (he barely gets a moment to breathe and properly admire the ropework lol)
and then that experience opens San up to consider that yeah, he’d be willing to go a step further w/ the bondage & let reader tie him to the bed or smth (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃) and it’s so intense and freeing and like even lowkey super cathartic maybe???? (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃)
(Wooyoung is on-site to film the whole thing obv and he’s got such a tight death-grip on the camera it almost cracks in his hand asdkjasdjkdas. i think he’d (try to) be on his best behaviour this first time for San’s sake, but on a repeat he might be unable to resist menacing San a lil bit while San is tied up and unable to tame the brat out of him hehe~)
idk it could just be a cute gateway for San to realise he’s more of a switch than he thinks he is (〃ಡ‸ಡ〃)
(HARD THOUGHTS RAMBLE OVER ASKDJAJSDKASDKJ)
i know he’s mainly a dom in this dynamic but he’s actually such a perfect and wonderful sub that i might cry
asdkjadksjads yeah this chapter was actually my biggest reason for making him mainly a dom, bc i love the dynamic of a dom getting pampered by his subs — but goddddddddddddd if my prev hard thoughts ramble hasn’t given me away yet; i am a HUGE switch-teez enthusiast asdkjadsjkdas and sub San is just… yeah he’s just SO good :’)
Just a funny little anecdote from a previous fandom i was in: me and some pals™ became obsessed with a 3way ship and made up many kinky scenes for them, one of which resulted in me adding the white card “edging a guy and then coming on his tits” to our custom Cards Against Humanity deck. And this scene reminded me of that :3
1) asdjkasdkjaskj i love fandom and fandom friendship :’). 2) THAT COULD LITERALLY HAVE BEEN THE PROMPT FOR THIS SCENE LOL ‘San must get edged & his tits must be appreciated to the fullest’ were the two main thoughts when outlining the smut ASDKJSDJKDSJK
Im standing on my balcony, looking to the horizon. The sun is rising, casting everything i can see in warm light, the wind tickling me as it sweeps through my hair. Everything is calm and quiet, only a few people far below me up at this hour, no doubt heading for early morning shifts. An lone owl bids the night farewell with a deep coo. For a beat i stand here, taking in the tranquility of the world. I inhale deeply, greedy for the crisp air. On the exhale, i scream as loud as i possibly can. “Choi san is a sub!” The owl takes off, terrified. A guy i don’t know looks up at me, seemingly unsure if he should be concerned or just pissed off. He decides on the latter. “Shut the fuck up, it’s 7am!” he yells back. I care not. I have to speak my truth and the universe will listen.
ISAK YOU ARE A GOSH DARNED BONA FIDE POET ASKDJASDKJSDJKKJ THIS IS BEAUTIFUL CALL THE ME THE UNIVERSE BC I AM LISTENING
“I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”
SCREAMING?????
YES!!!!!!!! (⁀ᗢ⁀)
share the load.
Ayyyy 😉
NO BUT YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH SELF-CONTROL IT TOOK ME NOT TO GO THERE IN-FIC ASKDJASDKJDSK BLESS YOU ISAK FOR GOING THERE FOR ME ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
asdkjasdjkdsajk really again thankyousomuch for taking the time for these reactions Isak ;; i was really excited abt this chapter, bc there has been so much build-up in how their dynamic works, and getting them to this point just felt like a huge pay-off for me personally ;; and it was just so so so lovely to get to experience it through your eyes asjdkasdkjkj your reblogs are always a hecken delight („ಡωಡ„)
whichever way [woosan x reader] pt11
pairing: woosan x f reader
rating: 18+
genre: smut, fluff, angst, neighbours au, FWB to QPR
ch. summary: San drops, but you and Wooyoung are here to catch him.
wc: 7.8k
ch. warnings for opening scene: dom drop, dirty talk, degradation kink & hair pulling (@ Wooyoung), dumbification (@ reader), pussy slap, anal & vaginal sex, angst, anxiety spiral abt hurting one’s partners
warnings for the rest of the chapter: hurt / comfort, sub San, soft dom duo Wooyoung & reader, somnophilia if you squint, sleepy morning sex, titty worship (@ San), hand / blowjob, orgasm denial, thigh riding, cum shot (chest @ San), cum eating / sharing, praise kink, San is called ‘good boy’
a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns. mention of stretch marks.
a/n²: barely proofread bc my brain is being a lil bratty bastard man abt editing
masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
“Can’t even fuck her right, can you Woo? Can’t do anything with that pussy without my help.”
Gently, San undoes the two handcuffs that bound each of Wooyoung’s wrists to yours. His eyes scan over Wooyoung’s skin for abrasions, but San struggles to pay his full care and attention to the task. His mind refuses to stay in the moment, instead rewinding the night’s events, over and over again like a broken tape-player. The images grow more distorted with every replay.
His muscles still burn from the force with which he’d rammed into Wooyoung from behind, who’d been on top of you. Every harsh slam of San’s hips had buried Wooyoung’s cock deeper into you, indirectly fucking you with his ruthless pace.
“You’re decent with that smart mouth, Woo, but we both know it’s my cock she likes better. Isn’t that so, baby?”
You had whined, too fucked out to answer.
“Aw look at her trying to spare your feelings. Sweet thing. Or maybe she’s just fucked too dumb to think. Any cock will do now, even yours.”
Had you really been too fucked out to answer? What if you had been too unwilling? Filled with guilt at the thought of picking one over the other — even if it was just for play, only to rile Wooyoung up.
San blinks, trying to get his vision focused. Sweat-matted hair clings to his forehead, unpleasantly sticky and prickling at his eyes. The fabric of his robe feels strangely scratchy against his skin, making it hard to concentrate while his thumbs press into your wrist, stimulating your blood-flow on pure auto-pilot.
“You like that, baby? Like it when I fuck you with Wooyoung’s cock? Much better than letting him fumble on his own. At least I know how to treat that tight cunt.”
Wooyoung had sobbed at the humiliation — they were the right kind of sobs, right? Wooyoung knows San didn’t mean it?
It had all felt good in the moment, but now doubt slithers into San’s memories, a dark chill creeping up his spine. Had he gone too far in degrading Wooyoung, crossing the line of cruel pleasure into simple cruelty? Had he made the wrong move by trying to rope you into his debasement of Wooyoung?
There’s a weird static in San’s ears. Vaguely he hears someone praising him, telling him he did so well; but the words can’t connect to him. They don’t fire off positive neurons in his brain, don’t bring the reassurance he so craves.
‘Did they really want it?’ a low insidious voice whispers to San instead. ‘What if they are just going along with what you pushed on them?’
San frowns. No; you and Wooyoung explicitly consented to all this beforehand. Neither of you are in the habit of neglecting your own safety in a misguided attempt to spare his feelings. You would have told him if anything felt bad. You are different from… from…
He shakes his head, trying to shake off the static. You and Wooyoung would have been honest, he stubbornly tells himself. That much he can trust on — right? Right? San’s frown deepens as he tries to look at you, his eyes shaky. You look so tired…
A cold void presses up against the inside of San’s ribcage, and he stiffens in sudden recognition, finally understanding what is happening to him.
No. Nonono. This can’t happen. Not right now. He can’t drop now. He has take care of you and Wooyoung first. You are his responsibility, not the other way around. It shouldn’t be the other way around. If he can’t even take care of his partners then—
“San? Are you okay?”
The question comes from far away. Again, he’s not sure who is asking it. San forces himself to smile. No, wait, he’s not smiling. Shit. Shit.
A beautiful soreness has settled in your body, lingering memories clinging to your muscles. You had a perfect view of the utter bliss stretched across Wooyoung’s face, tongue lolling out as San kept his head yanked back by the hair. Overwhelmed by San’s harsh pace and words, by fucking you while being fucked; yet always hungry for more, deliberately wiggling his ass when San told him to keep still, or shamelessly talking back at him.
You’re convinced that just the rough, haphazard thrusts of Wooyoung would have been enough to make you cum, more than enough when combined with the entrancing sight of him and San entangled; but it certainly didn’t hurt when San reached a hand around Wooyoung’s waist to thrum at your clit. He’d even smacked the oversensitive nub, with just enough force to send you straight into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve had in recent weeks.
You could happily stay submerged in those memories for hours to come, but the pleasant haze of the aftermath fades quickly when San massages your wrists — and you suddenly realise something is off.
He looks tired, which is not unusual after an intense session, but somehow it’s the wrong kind of tired. His eyes are unfocused, and although he’s taking perfect care of you, there is none of the usual warmth of his attentive glow. Like he is just going through the motions. San never just goes through the motions.
A dread sinks into your stomach as a grim suspicion flits through your mind.
“San? Are you okay?”
Wooyoung, who had been drinking some water, looks up before San even registers that you asked him something.
San’s brow furrows, the skin around his eyes tightening. He faintly shakes his head, and you can’t be sure if that’s meant to be an answer to your question or just an involuntary motion, but it’s an answer either way.
Your heart flinches.
“Woo?” you say, deliberately keeping your voice calm. San does not resist when you pull him into a back-hug, numbly letting himself get manoeuvred as you wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly against your chest. “I think San’s—”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, already by your side with a bottled electrolyte drink and an energy bar. “Hey, Sannie,” he murmurs gently, brushing San’s hair off his forehead. “What’s wrong? Too much today?”
San swallows thickly, looking strangely small in your arms. Tension pours out of his body — but it’s too fast, like he is emptying himself of everything, deflating in your embrace until only a hollow shell is left. There’s an odd, glassy shine to his eyes as he looks from you to Wooyoung.
“Are— are you okay?” San manages to ask weakly. “Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”
His uncertain voice pierces your chest, deep and sharp.
“No, we’re not hurt.” You plant a firm kiss on his limp shoulder, tightening your hold on him. “We’re fine, Sannie,” you murmur past the sudden lump in your throat, pressing another kiss on the side of his head. “No one is hurt, you made us feel so good.”
San lets out a pained whine, like he tries to shrink away from the positive affirmation.
“Hey, hey, listen,” Wooyoung says, gentle but firm, tipping up San’s chin so their eyes meet. “San, it was exactly what I wanted out of this. Are you hearing me? You did nothing we didn’t want.”
He is adamant in his reassurance, aimed at San’s deepest insecurity with pin-point precision, and San manages to take a deep breath.
“I— I hear you,” he says, giving a shaky nod.
Relief floods through you when Wooyoung’s words achieve what yours could not; along with a small twinge of something more complicated. You don’t linger on that twinge, centering your attention on San instead.
You help San to drink a few sips of water, and Wooyoung tears open the energy bar’s wrapper, breaking off a few bite-sized pieces.
Wooyoung keeps up his steady stream of reassurances, while you decide to focus on grounding San through physical touch. Better to let Wooyoung handle the talking on this one, clearly. One of your arms is wrapped securely around San’s narrow waist, freeing up your other hand to gently caress over the slight trembles running through his body.
You’ve never seen San go through dom drop this hard, this fast. He’s had to shake off a light funk, and you do vividly remember the one time San came by your place a whole day afterwards, a belated response to the scene. He’d been clingy and despondent, wanting to hold you and be held; and you had done exactly that, much like you are holding him now.
Together, you and Wooyoung weave a bright, warm protective bubble around San, nursing the bruises of his fall. His deflated spirit is slowly replenished with your caring attentions, helped along by the energy bar and electrolytes. Soon there is only a crumpled wrapper and an empty bottle left, but you and Wooyoung are still there.
Still protecting him from himself.
Finally San settles into your hold, eyes fluttering shut with a sigh when your nails gently scrape over his scalp.
“That’s it, rest up,” Wooyoung says with a soft smile and an even softer shine in his eyes. “We got you. Feeling a little better?”
San nods sluggishly, exhaustion radiating from his every pore as he sinks a little deeper into you.
Wooyoung chuckles as he watches San curl up against you, and rubs an affectionate hand over San’s thigh. “But not back completely, are you? Hmm, what do you need?” He taps his bottom lip in thought, the question more to himself than to San; then an idea brightens up his eyes. “How about I make you some proper food, get something warm in that stomach? Sound good?”
San makes a vaguely ‘yes’-shaped noise, tiredly smiling up at Wooyoung.
“Alright, then I’ll handle that, okay Sannie? Just means I got to step into the kitchen for a minute, but you won’t be alone.” Wooyoung’s eyes flicker up to you, giving you a quick wink. “I am leaving you in very capable hands. Give you two a chance to chat, hm?”
Before you even get the chance to offer whipping up a meal instead (after all, Wooyoung is the resident expert at helping San through a drop, not you), Wooyoung is on his feet and pulling on some clothes.
“I’ll leave the door open, alright? Just give a shout if you need me, I’ll be back like that,” he says, snapping his fingers. Wooyoung leans in to give San a last kiss on the cheek, sweet with a tint of playfulness, then steps away out of the bedroom.
It’s just you and San now.
You take in a deep breath and then release it, squeezing your arms a little tighter around San. “Look at you, getting a home-made meal out of this. Lucky guy,” you try to joke, poking his cheek.
San’s shoulders shake lightly with a quiet laugh. “Seriously, the lengths I have to go to to get fed properly around here,” he sighs, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. But San can’t hold on to the lighthearted moment, his pout fading into a pained wince. “Sorry about all this. Never meant to cause trouble.”
“San, don’t you dare apologise!” you gently scold him. “We look after each other around here. What’d you do if it was me or Wooyoung?”
“…I’d look after you.”
“Yeah you would. You always do,” you press on. “And you wouldn’t let us call it ‘trouble’ either.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” San sighs, admitting defeat. “No apologies.”
But knowing he doesn’t have to be sorry, and actually not feeling sorry, are two very different beasts — and it’s pretty clear which one San’s dealing with. Something sharp pinches in your chest as you remember what San stammered out in distress.
“Are you hurt? Did— did I—?”
Is that still on his mind? Does he really think he could ever…?
“San, do you even—”
The words catch in your throat as you catch San’s eyes. They’re no longer hollowed out, but there is a vast ocean of emotion behind them — and San is in safe waters for now, but all it takes is one dangerous wave for him to be pulled under again.
You won’t let him. You won’t.
“San,” you say again, your voice steadier this time. It’s disquieting, how a man with such wide shoulders can look so small. “I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”
He nods, smiling faintly. “I know,” he says, but there is not enough conviction behind it to your liking.
“And do you also know,” you say with an exaggerated sigh, wrapping your legs around San’s waist, “how nervous I was when we had that first negotiation, back when we started this whole thing? It was just you and me, and I still felt so fucking embarrassed about barging in on you and Woo. I was this close to skipping town and starting my whole life over in a new country.”
San can’t help a chuckle. (You’re taking it as a victory.) “Knew you were nervous. Didn’t know it was that bad.”
“Oh yeah, it was that bad for sure,” you laugh breathily, patting San’s chest. “Only thing holding me back was that I couldn’t decide on a new identity. So many options!”
“What, that was the only thing?” San asks, and gives you a cheeky side-eye despite his exhaustion.
“Eh, maybe there was this pair of hotties that had something to do with it too,” you tease, dramatically rolling your eyes at San before you go serious again. “But that’s not the point. The point is… all of those nerves were gone by the time I walked out the door. Because of you.”
There is nothing cheeky about San’s gaze this time.
“You made me feel so at ease, like I could trust you with anything,” you say quietly, ignoring the prickle behind your eyes when San leans his head against your shoulder, nuzzling into you. “Like I’d always be safe with you, no matter what — and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”
A serene hush follows as San quietly takes hold of your words. He no longer looks adrift in the ocean, pulled along by a new current that carries him safely ashore.
It’s a comfortable silence — until a light mrrp comes from the doorway, announcing Byeol’s arrival.
“Hey look, reinforcements are here,” you joke while Byeol pads over to the foot of the bed. For a moment you only see the swish of her dark tail, then she hops onto the bed, sheets lightly scrunching underfoot as she makes a direct line towards San. A cat on a mission.
You untangle your legs from San’s waist to give Byeol a comfy spot to lie down in. San smiles softly as the Thai cat circles a few times in his lap, bumping her head against your hand before she settles in. Contently, she kneads biscuits into San’s robe, and starts purring loudly when he gently scritches at her exposed, fluffy tummy.
You sit like that for a while; with San patting Byeol while you idly run your fingers through his hair, like a little braid train of affection. It’s quiet, comfortable, minutes passing by unhurried until the silence is finally broken by San.
“…I think I’m alright now,” he says, his smile steady, and a shimmer in his eyes that isn’t underlined with distress. “Thanks. For being here.”
“Anytime, Sannie,” you say, resting your forehead against his temple. “Whatever you need, we got you.”
“Damn right we do,” a sudden voice says from the door opening.
You blink in surprise when you see Wooyoung leaned against the frame, watching you and San. He is slightly obscured by shadows in the dimmed bedroom, but his smile shines through brightly; how long has he been standing there?
“I always feel so safe with you, you know that?”
Wooyoung hadn’t meant to listen in. He’d just sidled up to the bedroom with Byeol in his arms, thinking to provide San some extra company. Then he caught a wisp of conversation, and thought it’d be better to hang back for a minute.
‘Hanging back’ isn’t usually Wooyoung’s style — and neither is leaving San’s side after a dom drop. But today, it just seemed like the right move. For San, and for you.
After all, Wooyoung hadn’t missed how quiet you went after San dropped.
It’s not that you weren’t taking good care of San; Wooyoung also hadn’t missed how you held onto him so tight he couldn’t slip out of reach if he tried. Soothing touches to keep San grounded in the room so he could hear the words Wooyoung was saying to him.
But San needed words from you too.
Wooyoung still isn’t sure why you took a backseat and let him take the lead; maybe you were shaken by seeing San like this — or maybe you were worried about saying the wrong thing? Well, Wooyoung definitely hadn’t worried about that. You’d find the words to say.
Now he quietly listens in as the words come to you, just like he’d known, with a dismantling sincerity against which San’s darker thoughts don’t stand a damn chance.
“—and you’ve proven me right every damn day since then.”
Wooyoung grins, giving himself a mental pat on the back for making the right call. He lowers Byeol to the ground and ushers her into the bedroom, then decides to give you and San just a moment longer.
He heads back into the kitchen to grab the little bowl of food he whipped up. Nothing grand or fancy, just some stir-fried kimchi with leftover rice, a quick fried egg on top.
Then Wooyoung finally slips inside the bedroom. He pauses at what he sees inside.
Fuck, he wishes he was holding a camera.
Something about the homely sight of you and San cuddled up with Byeol just looks… right.
San pats the Byeol with a calm, pensive expression. If Wooyoung knows anything about San, his mind is still lingering on the freshly imbued assurance from you and Wooyoung; that you never feel anything but safe and cared for with him. Gently he prods at the bauble of knowledge in his head, to make sure it doesn’t slip out of his grasp again.
It won’t — your hold on him is too secure for that.
You are sweetly playing with San’s hair, the strength of your devotion plainly written all over your face in bold all-caps letters. Wooyoung knows your affection for them is not romantically inclined, but god it’s so obvious that you care. You care so deeply.
As for the nature of his own inclinations, Wooyoung tries to not examine those too closely. It’s not like ���conformity’ has defined a lot of his past relationships anyway. As far as he’s concerned, it’s more important how he acts on his wants and feelings, than how he labels them. And watching you and San together? He can hardly complain about how the three of you are acting on things now.
An unbidden smile curves around his lips at the soft intimacy on display, his stomach clenching oddly.
(It’s not jealousy, he tells himself.)
(Well. Maybe a little bit of jealousy, he quickly amends. Wooyoung is never one to pretend he does not want to be wanted.)
“…I think I’m alright now,” San says, and Wooyoung doesn’t realise he’d been lost in a daze until the words shake him out of it. “Thanks. For being here.”
“Anytime, Sannie,” you assure him, and Wooyoung warms at your smile. “Whatever you need, we got you.”
Ah, that seems like just the right opening. “Damn right we do,” Wooyoung says with a grin. “Got you some food, San. Want to come out, or eat it here?”
San perks up when he sees the bowl of food, but has no desire to get out of the bed yet; so you and San free up space for Wooyoung to join you instead. (His flinch of jealousy relaxes at this proof of want.)
Byeol is the only one who makes complaints, miffed at being ignored by San over a hot meal. But she is easily mollified when Wooyoung lifts her from San’s lap into his own, where his attentions soon have her purring contently again.
San makes an appreciative noise as he digs into the simple meal, his face scrunching up with every mouthful of food. While he empties out the bowl, you and Wooyoung catch each others’ eyes, exchanging a satisfied nod. San is alright now.
After the food is gone, San decides to take a cold shower, just for good measure to snap himself fully out of it. Wooyoung takes this opportunity to change the sheets, so he and San get to sleep with fresh linen tonight. You watch him with Byeol in your arms, taking your turn as kitty-custodian very seriously.
“Not gonna help me out here?” Wooyoung asks, giving you a massive side-eye just to be dramatic.
“I’m busy!” you counter, slightly raising Byeol up. “Hey, um.”
“Um?”
“I want to stay over tonight. Sleep here. If that’s alright with you and San.”
Wooyoung blinks at you in surprise, but quickly breaks out in a wide smile. That was about the last thing he expected you to say. “Yeah, of course!”
And so San and Wooyoung happily welcomed you into their bed — and not for a tumble between the sheets, for once.
It’s been a while since you last slept in the same bed with someone, let alone two someone’s, one of whom had pulled you into his firm chest, arms wrapped around you. (Bare arms. You had picked up some sleep clothes from home and Wooyoung has a comfy flannel pyjama set, but San apparently can’t sleep unless he’s wearing nothing but a pair of fitted boxers.)
You weren’t shocked to discover that San is a cuddler in bed; he’s prone to clinginess during the day, why would it be any different at night?
Tragically, the men’s company did not by some strange magic make this the best sleep you’ve had in years. As familiar as San’s bedroom is to you, as familiar as you are with the feel and scent of his and Wooyoung’s presence, you’re so unused to sharing your bedspace that instead of falling sound asleep, you drift in-and-out of a restless slumber.
No, you aren’t exactly convinced to make a regular habit out of this ‘staying overnight’ thing, but… for now? You really don’t care about any of that.
You’re not sure when you made the decision to sleep over; maybe it was two seconds before telling Wooyoung, maybe two seconds after you realised San was in trouble. You just know you want to be right next to San in the morning, so you can see with your own eyes if he is okay or if he needs anything. Your protective instinct is too strong to be thwarted by some mild discomfort.
The night passes, and finally you drift back into full consciousness with a faint beam of sunlight shining through a narrow slit in San’s blackout curtains. Shaking off your slumber, you faintly register that your face is pressed against two comfortable, firm pillows.
Ah wait. No. Not pillows.
San’s chest.
Well, same difference, really.
Somehow you’re more deeply entangled than you started out the night; San clings tightly onto you with a leg slung over your waist, and you can feel Wooyoung’s arms snaked around him in turn. There is a light pout on San’s face and he snores softly, his breath falling against the top of your head — which could have been endearing, if your mind hadn’t just cleared up enough to identify an out-of-place hardness pressed against your stomach.
Oh.
You hadn’t thought this far ahead, last night, but… yeah, makes sense.
Groggily you try to slip out of San’s arms without waking him, but you freeze up when he shifts and babbles something incoherent. His hold tightens on pure instinct; San is still knocked out in deep sleep.
For a moment you are caught in indecision, unsure what to do.
You’ve grown comfortable in your routines in this dynamic, but this lies outside those usual patterns. An old unease cranes its neck up at the break in routine; the worry that you trespassing on their relationship in a space that is not for you — but you firmly slap back those out-dated insecurities.
The reason why you’ve never been in this situation before is because of your boundaries, not theirs.
“Hey, are you getting up already?” a hoarse voice whispers from behind San when you shift to try and find a position where his dick doesn’t poke you right in the stomach. Wooyoung lifts his head, bleary dark eyes peeking up from above San’s slumbering figure. “We can sleep in, there’s no rush.”
“Not in a rush,” you whisper back. “San is just— um—”
“Ah.”
Judging by Wooyoung’s quick understanding, this must be a pretty common situation. His hand wanders down to brush over the crotch of San’s boxers, who sighs a moan even at the faint contact.
(The moan makes a compelling argument on why you might stay overnight more often after all.)
“So… the way I see it, we got two options,” Wooyoung murmurs, his voice thick with leftover sleep. “Either we rescue you from mister cuddle-monster’s grapple, or… we could wake Sannie up, see if he wants any help with that.”
His hand rests on San’s lower abdomen, not moving while he waits for your response.
You bite your lip, definitely not averse to lending San a hand, so to speak. “He’d be okay with that? With me too?”
“Only one way to find out,” Wooyoung says, giving you a languid grin, “but… let’s just say I have it on good authority that San will probably be more than okay.”
“‘Good authority’, huh?” you say, and a faint heat creeps under your skin at the implication they talked about this very scenario, about you. By now you’d think that they lost some of their ability to fluster you, but no, you don’t think you’ll ever build up a full immunity to the impact of San and Wooyoung. (You can’t really bring yourself to mind.) “Then… yeah.”
Wooyoung presses a kiss on the solid muscles of San’s shoulder, waking him with a few gentle nips of teeth.
“Nmhn, ‘Youngie?” San’s eyes flutter open, groggy and disoriented, but his confusion melts into a soft smile when he realises who he’s holding in his arms. “Hey. Good morning.”
“Good morning yourself,” you whisper. Even with everyone awake, somehow it still feels wrong to raise your voice too high in the darkened bedroom, with the faint chirrups of birds outside. “How’re you doing?”
San lets out a tired groan, shifting to stretch some of the sleep out of his body. But it’s not an unhappy groan, a distinctly feline curve to the edges of his smile. He turns his head to nuzzle at Wooyoung, while simultaneously pulling you back closer into him.
You can see the exact moment on San’s face where he wakes up enough to realise he’s pulled you right back against his half-hard boner.
“Shit, sorry—” he begins to stammer, but you gently shush him, pressing a finger to his lips.
“It’s okay, Sannie,” you assure him. “Seriously, it’s fine.”
(There is something weirdly adorable about a guy being so self-conscious about his morning wood when he’s had his dick inside your body’s horny trinity of holes more times than you care to count.)
“Actually,” Wooyoung chimes in, planting another kiss on San’s shoulder, “we were thinking…” His lips trail up San’s neck. “…how about we take care of that for you, hm?”
San draws in a shaky breath as Wooyoung palms his cock, putting light pressure on the crotch of his boxers. “Y-you already took care of me yesterday,” he protests, weakly. “You don’t have to—”
“We want to, San,” you say. “This isn’t out of obligation or anything.” You press a gentle kiss on his chest, then glance up to him. “So… what do you want?”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in the dim light. “Yeah,” San says quietly. “Want to be taken care of.”
That’s all Wooyoung needs to hear.
San lets out a shuddery sigh, mouth falling slack as Wooyoung starts moving his hand with slow, languid strokes.
For a moment you just watch them, savouring the sight of San, the biggest people pleaser you know, being pleased by Wooyoung. You always cherish these times, when the roles reverse and San lets himself go, lets go of responsibility and control. Reciprocating the trust you and Wooyoung always put in him.
“How’s that, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks, and there is also something equally worth savouring about the sight of him like this, doting and attentive to the person who so often attends to his every need. Wooyoung is greedy in bed, never shy about his many wants — but he is equally generous, giving all of himself to his partners.
“Hm, ‘s good…” San mumbles, wiggling lazily into Wooyoung’s chest.
You can’t keep your eyes off them, completely entranced by how San’s breaths slowly get heavier, soft moans blending into his exhales. His head lolls back against Wooyoung’s shoulder with a whine, exposing the tantalising column of his neck to you.
The magnetic pull of San’s bared throat is too strong to resist, the scattering of freckles there begging to be kissed.
San shudders as your lips gently press against the prominent mole just under his jaw. You take great care to lavish every speck on his star-clustered skin with attention, where you can feel his moans reverberate against your mouth.
Everything starts to melt together in the morning daze, bodies half-covered under the sheets as San rolls his hips into Wooyoung’s hand, gasping when you suck another kiss into his freckled neck. He holds your onto waist, more to steady himself than anything else, but his fingers dig in a little harder when you slowly move down to his chest.
San’s whines grow louder as your teeth graze against his nipple, flicking it with small kitten licks until you start to suck in earnest. His firm tits provide you with generous handfuls of meaty muscle, tensing under your palms as your hands squeeze at him.
Sometimes you’d almost forget just how incredibly sensitive San is, a fact often obscured by his complete control in the bedroom. Even the lightest touches are capable of driving him up the wall, and soon he’s writhing between you and Wooyoung, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
“Such a good boy you are for us,” Wooyoung coos at San, teasing him with a good-natured grin. “Want me to edge you? Would you like that, Sannie?”
San turns his head to look at Wooyoung; there’s a wet gleam in his eyes, but he nods eagerly. “Want it, yeah.”
Wooyoung lifts his hand up to his mouth, doing his best to be covert as he spits into his palm, like he does not want to disturb the softness of the moment with something as crude as a little extra lubrication. He then reaches back under the covers — where San sucks in a sharp breath as Wooyoung slides his hand underneath the waistband of San’s boxers.
San groans, unable to stay still with two pairs of hands roaming over his body, and two mouths exploring just as eagerly. Wooyoung has replaced your lips on San’s neck, mouthing at a reddened mark you left earlier, while you suck a wet trail between his pecs.
San mewls when you thumb at his nipples, giving them a light pinch. His body jerks, but there is still a clear purpose to the way he shifts one leg forward, pressing his thigh against your clothed crotch.
It’s an unmistakable invitation, one that you are keen to accept.
You slowly start to grind on San’s thick thigh, the double fabric layer of your panties and sleep shorts dragging against your clit. It’s little more but a light burn, not enough to get you off, but you appreciate it all the same.
“So sweet, our Sannie,” you giggle. (For real, the biggest people pleaser you know.) “We are supposed to take care of you, remember?”
He whines in protest, pressing his thigh harder into your cunt while simultaneously pushing his ass back against Wooyoung. Another obvious invitation.
“Aw, he just can’t help himself, can you San?” Wooyoung rasps with a wicked smile. “He likes to pretend he’s a big ol’ meanie, but he just doesn’t know what to do with himself if he’s not making us feel good.”
San whines again, in agreement this time, squirming between you and Wooyoung.
“Already making me feel so good,” you sigh, softly kissing San’s flushed sternum. “Just feel that, all from getting to take care of you.”
You pry his hand from your waist, pushing it down your shorts and panties to let him swipe at the wetness clinging to your folds. He groans throatily and immediately tries to hone in on your clit — but you tsk and yank him back.
“Nuh-uh, Sannie,” you chide him gently. “That’s not how things work today. Just be here with us, that’s all we need you to do.”
“Th-then— wanna feel— ngh p-please, wanna—” San’s voice is choked up, his touch clumsy as he hooks his thumb underneath the waistbands of your clothes and tries to tug them down. “F-fuck, please—”
His desperation sears hotly through you, refusing to be denied. You shimmy out of your clothes and kick them off, now naked from the bottom down. The motion drags the covers further downward — and now you can actually see the obscene bulge in San’s boxers as Wooyoung jerks him off, the outline of his fist moving at a steady pace.
San’s breath hitches with every stroke, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Still babbling pleas at you, his hands kneading at your sides as he shoves his thigh back between yours. He glances at Wooyoung too, arching his back in a not-subtle reminder of what he needs.
“Shh, don’t move, Sannie,” you shush him, running a hand through his mussed up hair. “Just let us use you, that’s all you have to do.”
“Do it, please, do it, hmgh, wanna feel you make a mess on me, wanna be good…” A thick tear escapes San’s lashes, streaking down his puffy cheek.
“Aw, so polite for such a dirty boy,” Wooyoung teases fondly. There is nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as he lightly rolls his hips forward. “Asking us so nicely to cum all over you. Who could ever say no to that, hm?”
You certainly couldn’t. And so you lift your leg just enough for San’s thigh to slide neatly in-between, allowing him to feel the wet heat of your cunt right against the beefy muscle.
San bites his lip to try (and fail) to stifle a high-pitched whine as your arousal smears over him with every drag of your hips. He groans petulantly when Wooyoung stops stroking him, but it’s only so Wooyoung can take off his own pyjama pants, and tugs down San’s boxers just enough for his cock to smack wetly against his stomach.
Then Wooyoung’s fingers are wrapped around San’s thick length again and his eyes flutter shut, face contorting in pleasure as he struggles to keep still between the two bodies rutting against him. Wooyoung breathes heavily, moving his hand faster as he grinds into San’s backside.
“That’s it, Sannie, just a little more,” Wooyoung says, his voice tightly wound. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
“Mhm, y-yeah.” San is rapidly losing his restraint, his trimmed nails digging into the soft flesh of your waist, fingers slotted over your stretch marks. Whiny moans stumble off his lips in freefall, his thigh clenching under your clit as heady arousal fills the early morning air.
Earlier, you didn’t think you were going to cum. You’re not even really trying now, despite San’s request; too focused on your worship of his body. Languidly, you rub your clit against his flexing muscle, so distracted by teasing his nipples and sucking at the swell of his cleavage that you fail to realise how close you are getting yourself. The coiling pressure creeps up on you — but like a gear locking into place, you stumble on just the right angle and you’re so drunk on pleasing San and he’s whimpering and heat lances through your cunt and oh god—
Right as you are tipping over, Wooyoung takes his hand off San’s cock, denying him the very rush that is flooding your senses. You spasm against San, his choked up sob feeding into your pleasure as fresh slick leaks onto his leg. The slide against his glistening thigh is so easy by now, and you breathlessly ride out your high in the company of San’s snivelled whines.
“Where do you want me, Sannie?” Wooyoung asks with hard, raspy gasps, not far off from his own release. “Here? On your tits? Mouth?”
San makes a strangled noise, shaking his head like he’s embarrassed to say it out loud, but eventually stammers, “T-tits.”
Immediately, Wooyoung pushes San onto his back and straddles his thighs — one glossy with your slick. A thin, bright beam of sunlight falls right across San’s face and chest, highlighting the beautiful flush of skin, beads of sweat gathering on his brow and sternum. There are tear-streaks on his face, and a wet smear on his stomach where the tip of his cock rests, oozing pre-cum.
With Wooyoung snugly sitting in his lap, letting out rapid, pitched breaths as he jerks himself off with purposeful strokes, San’s instincts to be helpful bubble up again. He reaches to touch Wooyoung — but you quickly intervene, pinning San’s wrists above his head. It’s startlingly effective; San instantly goes lax under your hold. He melts into the bed with a shuddered breath, like the thought of pushing back does not even occur to him.
(A good thing, because there’s no doubt on your mind that San could easily break free. Eyeing the width of his biceps, you swear he must’ve been spending more time at the gym lately.)
“Keep those hands right where they are, mister,” you order playfully, grinning at San. “No touching.”
San sulks at you, but the gleam in his eyes gives him away. He’s clearly eating this whole thing up; half turned on and half amused by how you and Wooyoung have taken control. “Fine,” he pouts cutely. “I’ll behave.”
“Good boy,” you purr, immediately testing San’s obedience by releasing his wrists to wrap your hand around his cock. San hisses in sensitivity as you tease your thumb at the leaking slit, but he stays in place as ordered.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Wooyoung groans, drawing your attention back to him.
Like you, Wooyoung is only naked from the waist down. It looks a little silly, a little cute; domesticity dripping off him with his flannel pyjama top and sleep-mussed hair — all while he works himself up to a quick orgasm with the lewd squelches of his fist pumping his dick. Wooyoung bites his lip as he stares down at San, lying utterly pliant beneath him and just taking what you’re willing to give.
And what you give, is enough to get San whiny and squirming again, fighting not to buck into your hand; but not enough to let him cum before Wooyoung does.
Thankfully for him, Wooyoung does not need much longer.
Wooyoung leans forward, steadying himself with a hand on San’s hip. His breath comes out in sharp gasps, dark eyes transfixed on San’s heaving chest and the light bruises you’ve left scattered all over him. “S-so fucking good for us, Sannie,” he moans, a crack in his voice. “Ah, ‘m gonna— ah, fuck, ahh—”
His hips stutter as he grunts, nails digging into San’s waist to keep himself from doubling over as he shoots messy ropes of cum over San’s chest. Some reaching all the way up his neck, adding their white glisten to San’s flushed, sweaty skin. He hisses a curse that transforms into a low moan when you eagerly lap up a rivulet between his pecs, then follow a trail to his nipple.
Wooyoung pants heavily, his dark hair sticking to his face as he catches his breath. “Shit, you two…” he groans, watching how you leisurely mouth at San’s fevered skin, your hand still keeping a steady pace. “How about it, baby, shall we let Sannie have his turn now?”
San bites down a whimper, his back arching as his fingers dig into the mattress.
You hum in agreement and move your hand a little quicker. In contrast, you slowly work your way up San’s neck, pressing a few light kisses up his chin until you reach the corner of his mouth.
San knows exactly what you are offering him — and he greedily accepts, tilting his head to meet your lips full-on. He groans as you suck his tongue into your mouth, sharing his seed between you. The combination of cum and faint morning breath is not the most pleasant, but kissing San is always sweet regardless of taste.
Meanwhile, Wooyoung lends a helping hand (or rather, a mouth) by sliding down the bed and wrap his lips around San’s cockhead. He works his jaw with thick sweeps of his tongue, just tending to the tip while you handle the rest of San’s thick length.
You consume his every muffled curse, every strangled whine, until San is trembling, so lost in pleasure he no longer has the presence of mind to respond to your kiss. You suckle on his bottom lip and reach your hand further down to cup San’s balls and squeeze gently, unable to help a moan of your own when San lets out a broken sob at the touch.
“W-Woo— Wooyoung— I-I— Fuck—”
San tries to warn him — which Wooyoung only takes as an invitation to sink further down on his cock, throat bobbing as he swallows greedily.
Together you ease San through it, hands rubbing over his shivering body as he whines and convulses, bucking up into Wooyoung’s mouth, until all tension melts away. San relaxes into the bed, rendered boneless as he catches his breath. There is a dopey, tired smile on San’s face, and finally he reaches for you and Wooyoung, pulling you into his broad chest as he slowly recovers, perfectly content.
This time, it’s you who is changing the sheets.
“So, how was it? Sleeping over?” San asks when he walks back into the bedroom after freshening up. He looks none the worse for wear after yesterday’s ordeal, a renewed lightness to his shoulders as he towels off his damp hair.
You chuckle sheepishly. “Honestly? The sleeping part was kind of terrible,” you admit. “Nothing personal! Just not great with sharing blankets. But the waking up… Yeah, the waking up part was pretty damn amazing. And that is personal.”
“Knew it. You hear that Sannie? She’s only using us for sex,” Wooyoung jokes, pinching your side as he walks past behind you to grab his phone from the nightstand.
“Don’t think so lowly of yourself, Woo,” you huff. “I also use you for your cooking.”
“What about me?” San asks, giving you a playful pout. “Just sex then?”
You finish yanking off the sheets and gather it together into a bundle, then stand up straight, tapping your lip in thought. “Hmm…” you say, giving San a scrutinising look-over. “Hugs. You give good hugs.”
San brightens like the sun breaking through cloudcover, delighted at your ‘use’ for him. He immediately ambushes you from behind, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he rubs his chin against your shoulder.
“Aish! Seriously?” Wooyoung complaints, and you yelp when he pinches your side a little harder this time around.
“You started it, you idiot,” you laugh, gently untangling yourself from San. You hand him the bundle of sheets, dirtied with sweat and slick, and grab a fresh set.
San sulks at the bed linen in his arms. “Can’t believe we had to change to change sheets again,” he grouses. “I have so much more laundry with you two around, it’s ridiculous.”
Wooyoung just snorts. “What are you talking about? Don’t try to put this on us, you’re the one who doesn’t believe in laying down a towel.”
“Don’t like the feel of them,” San mumbles through pursed lips. “Besides, those dang things always seem to shift out of place at the worst moment anyway. What’s the point, except even more laundry?”
You shake your head at his complaints, but it’s pure affection. Meanwhile, Wooyoung sidles up behind San and takes his turn hugging him. “I could help out more, you know. Move in, share the load. The laundry load.”
San blinks in surprise, turning his head to look at Wooyoung, while you look up curiously, pausing your task of wrangling sheets around the corner of the mattress. Is Wooyoung serious, or is this just his usual messing around?
But judging by his calm expression, Wooyoung is one hundred percent serious. He sways back and forth on the balls of his feet, rocking San in his hug — but his eyes are completely focused, watching for San’s reaction.
“I mean… you practically live here already,” San says, reaching back his arms to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips, steady him a little. “We’d just be making it official, right?”
“Yeah! That’s what I wanna do, make it official,” Wooyoung says, then catches you off-guard by turning to you. “How about it? How do you feel about getting me as your official neighbour?”
You let out an abashed laugh, already self-conscious to be in the room for this conversation between them, let alone involved. “Why are you asking me? I’m not the one you’re moving in with!”
Wooyoung shrugs. “Just felt right to check in,” he says, so matter-of-factly that the lump of awkwardness in your chest softens. He’s not treating your input on the matter like a laugh; and for a moment, you find yourself at a loss for how to respond. To be considered in a big life choice like this — a relationship choice — is not something that’s ever happened to you before.
A jumble of feelings bounces around in your chest; but they’re led at the helm by happiness, and a wide, giddy smile has curved around your lips before you even realise it’s happening.
Warmth bursts through your veins as you nod at San and Wooyoung, who’re both smiling back at you. “Yeah,” you say, feeling oddly shy. “I’d love to have you here, officially. Welcome home, Woo.”
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Can I get a hurt comfort scenario with Sakusa, tsukishima, and matsukawa where they’re in a relationship but the reader feels unwanted/unloved by them bcs they’re being extra snarky or cold or sum so she distances herself so when they break up it’ll hurt less? So the boys feel guilty and they make up?
their s/o thinking they want to break up
w/ tsukishima, matsukawa, and sakusa!
(a/n: man this prompt😭
anyways all are written in the timeskip!! at first glance it looks really angsty but i promise there’s a happy ending <3
ps im sorry this lowkey sucks smh it’s like 4 am and i’m loopy😀)
tsukishima
in the beginning, you were pretty surprised he even accepted your confession
he was cool and detached in a way that you weren’t
but over time, he warmed up to you, and you fell in love with him
but recently, he was becoming cold and distant in the same way he used to be
he was no longer affectionate with you
often times you would fall asleep waiting for him to come home
and your heart broke when you came to the realization;
he didn’t love you anymore
you decided you were going to ask him tonight.
now it’s half past one, and you’re a little tired, but you keep your resolve and decide that you’ll stay up no matter what.
but when the door opens, dread fills your gut, and you become nervous. you get off your bed and go up to see him. he’s slouched over the counter with his phone in his hands, and when he finally sees you, his eyes widen in surprise. you’re almost never awake by the time he comes home.
“hi,” you mumble.
“hey.”
you fidget, eyes searching around the room distractedly.
at your silence, he slips past you and into the bedroom, exhausted. it had been another long day at work, but thankfully he’ll have a week off soon and he’s hoping to spend it with you.
you follow him in, not surprised by his behavior. you sigh dejectedly.
“could i talk to you for a minute?” you ask. he doesn’t turn to meet your gaze.
“babe, i’m already exhausted. can we do this another day?” he mutters, obviously not paying any attention to you.
even though you’ve expected this, his behavior still hurts. it’s become clear to you that he doesn’t even care about you anymore. frustrated tears start to well up in your eyes.
“do you love me anymore?” you whisper, shaky. kei stops in his tracks.
“what?” he responds, turning around to see you. his eyes widen in alarm at seeing you cry so suddenly.
“i said, do you love me anymore?” you repeat, louder this time.
kei stays silent.
why are you even asking this? how could you even think—
but then he pauses.
he realizes how he’s been neglecting you. he’s been putting in so many extra hours and coming home too tired to tend to you. he can’t even remember the last time he just spent a moment alone with you.
but you take his silence as an answer, and your heart breaks.
you knew the answer, but the pain of its confirmation hurts even more. you bow your head.
“i’ll just—” you try. “i’ll get my things tomorrow,” you whisper, leaving the bedroom.
kei snaps out of his thoughts at your words. and when he sees you leaving, he panics.
“wait!” he yells after you, grabbing your wrist. you don’t turn to look at him, wounds still fresh from his disinterest.
“let me go, kei,” you cry, voice wobbling pathetically.
he turns you around and lifts your chin up. a seemingly endless stream of tears continues its trail down your cheeks, and his chest aches at the sight.
“of course i still love you, y/n,” he declares.
your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“how could you think i don’t love you anymore?” he whispers.
“what?” you respond, baffled. “but, you—”
he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“look, i know i’ve been distant,” he mumbles. “but that doesn’t mean i love you any less. i’ve just been caught up with work,” he explains. you relax a little at this, and he pulls you into his chest, hoping it’ll make you calm down.
“so you... you still love me?” you ask, muffled by his shirt. he rolls his eyes.
“...yeah. whatever,” he replies, feigned annoyance leaking into his response. he noses affectionately at your hair anyway.
matsukawa
you met issei a couple years back and hit it off with him immediately
he was kind, funny, and sweet
he would make time for the two of you often and enjoyed being in your company
but in the last couple of weeks, it felt like he was the exact opposite
he rarely even spoke to you, always out at work or doing something or other that he wouldn’t talk about
he seemed to always be busy, and during the times where you did see him, he seemed to be irritated or tired
and while you loved him deeply, you realized that he just didn’t feel the same anymore
you’d planned to have dinner with your boyfriend tonight at 6.
it’s 9 now, and he hasn’t sent you a single text all day.
you sigh, putting your phone down after checking it for the hundredth time. it’s not like you weren’t expecting him to stand you up; he’s been doing that a lot lately.
but you hoped that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. that perhaps you were wrong and that he did still want to be with you.
but this just confirms it; he doesn’t care about your relationship anymore.
when he finally comes home, you don’t bother getting up. the food you prepared sits on the stove, untouched.
“hey,” he mutters tiredly. you turn away from him.
“hi.”
issei turns to look into the kitchen and sees that you’ve made something.
“were we supposed to have dinner tonight?” he asks. you scoff.
“yeah. at 6.”
“oh,” he mumbles guiltily. truthfully, matsukawa hasn’t had a lot of time on his hands lately. he’s always been busy with either work or other things. and he knows he’s been treating you terribly, but he hopes to make it up to you when he gets some time off. “look, we can always—”
“what?” you retort. “reschedule? this is the fourth time in two weeks, issei!” he sighs frustratedly.
“i know, but i’ve been busy, okay? i just have so much going on,” he explains.
“i never even see you!” you yell. “is it so bad that i just want my boyfriend back?”
“i can’t put my life on hold to please you, y/n!” he counters. he knows what he’s saying is wrong, but he’s already getting defensive anyway.
you freeze.
“is that what i’m doing?” you whisper, voice small. you’re not looking at him anymore. “holding you back?”
he stares at you, anger dissipating. what?
“y/n—”
“do you even want me anymore?” you ask. it’s only when you look up at him that he sees the hurt swimming in your eyes. his heart squeezes painfully in his chest, guilt stirring in his gut.
he hadn’t meant to get so defensive, really. it was just reflexive.
because he knows how bad of a boyfriend he’s been in the last couple of weeks and he knows you’re hurting because of it.
so he stands in front of you, mouth opening and closing as he tries to figure out how to make this right. but you have your answer.
“right.”
so you turn to leave, tears finally spilling over your cheeks, and you finally accept that he just doesn’t love you like that anymore.
but at seeing you leave, his heart stops, and he rushes over to stop you.
“y/n, wait!”
he wastes no time pulling you into him, refusing to let you go.
“issei, just let me go!” you sob, pawing at his arm weakly. it’s futile.
“no. you need to hear what i have to say,” he says, voice stern with determination. it’s obvious he’s not going to let up so you give in, too tired to continue, and he comes around to face you.
“i love you, okay?” he whispers. “i love you more than anything in the world. and i’ve been doing a terrible job at showing it.” you look up at him sadly. “i know i’ve been neglecting you, but i wanna make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”
you meet his gaze. “really?” you whisper, a little gleam of something like hope glistening in your eyes. he nods, and you let him pull you in flush against him. “you really scared me.”
he sighs. “i know. but i love you, okay?”
you hum contentedly. “okay.”
sakusa
from the very beginning, you understood that dating a pro athlete would be a very different experience
you knew he’d often be busy and have little time left over for you
despite this, you knew he was worth it
and surprisingly, he made ample time for you
but in the last month, it seemed you two really had no time at all
he was always busy with the team, and you spent many nights alone
but what was worse was that he didn’t even seem to want to spend any time with you
he wasn’t even a little affectionate with you
and most of the time it just felt like he wanted you gone
anxiety and self-consciousness manifested rapidly, and you couldn’t take it anymore
tonight, you’re going to confront him.
you’ve spent too many dinners eating alone and too many nights in an empty bed. you miss your boyfriend terribly.
when he walks through the door, you get up to see him. he walks past you.
“how was practice?” you ask. he shrugs. “you tired?” you try again. he just nods.
you sigh, the frustration from earlier returning in full force.
“you gonna tell me why you’ve been ignoring me?” you ask, arms crossed. he stops and turns to look you, confused.
“what are you talking about?”
he knows exactly what you’re talking about.
“maybe the fact that i don’t even get to see my own boyfriend anymore?” you respond, exasperated.
he pinches the bridge of his nose, irritated.
sakusa knows why you’re upset, and he knows that he hasn’t been treating you right. but distancing himself from you felt like the best option, because he needed to be the best for his team and it was becoming hard to juggle so many things in his life.
“i still make time for you, y/n. i’m sorry that i can’t cater to your every need, alright?”
you scoff, disbelieving.
“how can you even say that? it’s like i live alone, kiyoomi!” you yell, desperate. he just sighs.
“i know i’ve been busy, but you knew i would be this way from the start, y/n. don’t put this on me just because you’re lonely!”
his words sting, and tears well up in your eyes.
“if you weren’t such a distraction, then maybe i’d have time for you!”
you reel back, chest aching painfully at his honesty. so that’s all you are to him. a distraction.
“just do it,” you plead.
“what?”
“if you wanted to break up with me, you should’ve just done it instead of stringing me along this entire time!” you cry. sakusa freezes.
guilt begins to come over him, smothering him like a blanket. he hadn’t been thinking at all about how you were feeling, his selfishness taking over him and pushing you away. but it seems as though he’s pushed you too far, because he’s about to lose you, and it’s all his fault.
“fine,” you mutter, voice shaky. “if you won’t do it, i’ll do it myself!” you look up at him, pain swimming in your eyes. “this is over.”
it’s only then, when you start to leave, that kiyoomi feels like he can move. he panics, maneuvering in front of you so that you can’t reach the door.
you sob, desperately trying to push past him, but he’s grabbing your wrists and you can’t move.
“just let me go, kiyoomi!” you cry, hiccuping. he swallows.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he mutters, pulling you against him despite your protests. “please don’t leave me.”
you sob into his chest, exhausted from your fight.
“i shouldn’t have pushed you away. i didn’t even realize how you felt, and i’m so sorry for that,” he apologizes, regret in his voice. “i don’t want this to be over, okay? i’ll do anything to make you stay,” he pleads desperately.
at this, your crying ceases a little, and you relax into him.
“y-you really mean it?” you sniffle, looking up at him through teary eyes. he nods, kissing you gently.
“you mean so much to me, you know that?” he whispers against your lips.
and when he pulls you even closer against him and presses his lips against yours, you know he means it.
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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader
“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end
w/c: 1.5k sheesh
a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO
you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.
once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.
cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.
something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.
and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.
you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.
[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu
[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.
just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.
you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—
you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.
“babe! i’m home!”
you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.
“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”
you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"
his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”
you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”
“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”
“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”
“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”
he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.
your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.
everyone else can see him, too.
your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.
and so fucking sensitive.
within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.
you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.
“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”
“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”
thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”
“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”
his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.
“good boy.”
he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”
“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”
“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”
with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”
driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”
he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”
at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.
“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.
that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.
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hey yk that post you did like yesterday (iirc) where you dressed as female ghostface? i decided to make one for the team and currently in the process of writing a fic (fic? blurb? idrk its just my first impression as a post😭) based off of that. lowkey wanted it to kinda be a surprise but im lowkey happy w/ how its goin to here's a snippet 😀👍
That fucking phone. Grumbling in annoyance, you wiped your hands on your pajama pants and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. You didn't give the other party a chance to speak.
"Who is this? What do you want?"
"Not even a 'hello'? How rude. I'm hurt! I just want to ask one question. Surely, you can give me that right~ ♪?"
Wait. This was how the victims died; according to rumors, it always started with a phone call. Oh, fuck no. You immediately hung up the phone, paranoia sinking its claws into you. Not even a minute had passed before the phone rang again, filling you with a lack of security. You froze in place, watching it ring until it stopped. Without missing a beat, you dashed upstairs to your room, grabbing the baseball bat for protection.
may be done in a day or 2. idrk but tadaa~ ♪
Oooooh! This is so, so fucking exciting! I can't believe you are doing this! I love the first snippet and can't wait to see the finished product! Because you are being so very kind and because I didn't post em all, here, have another piece of inspo!
Also before you ask no my ass isn't out I am sitting on an angle, the skirt is short as fuck and my thighs are thick as hell, either way enjoy and thank you so much I am just dying to see how it turns out!
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AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS
these totally weren’t supposed to go up yesterday ahaha-
P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hc’s, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope y’all enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)
i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that i’ll be writing for:
- attack on titan
- bungou stray dogs
- free!
- fugou keiji: balance unlimited.
don’t be shy to send in your requests, i’m more than happy to do them ;)
anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :)
LEVI
Decorating the house with him!! Except he’d be trying to get out of doing it at first lol
He’d be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the house
But if you keep pestering him enough he’ll eventually give in lol
He’d be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but you’re just gonna have to put up with that
Pls don’t complain too much, he really wouldn’t be doing it with anyone else
(in the words of saniya: “ur the only exception be happy about that)
Idk why but i feel like he’d be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot?
He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: “pinterest but as a person vibes”)
At the end of it, while y’all are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two did
But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldn’t he
EREN
Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls he’d be so excited about it
He’d even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldn’t waste a minute to start a baby
Look he’d start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lol
But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry
Proceeds to drive to the company’s factory to break it down in his titan form (there’s no stopping him now)
Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING-
But for real, he’d probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby
Don’t call him out on it though he’ll just get even worse lol
Shower him with kisses right after and he’ll be blushy but he’s fine dw about it
He’ll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they are
Y’all end up with stomach aches but it’s fine he makes it a little more bearable :))
MIKASA
Making ornaments (pls it’d be so cutenjdjn)
Saniya: “she would stab me with an ornament and i’d say thank you”
Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there
Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie)
Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment her
She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty
Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silence
It’s so comforting you slowly feel like you’re about to fall asleep
Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch together
She’d totally fall asleep cause the girl’s always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-
Make sure she’s warm alright?? If u don’t i’ll stab you ;)
JEAN
Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at it’s finest amirite)
Popcorn fights while watching them
Will get mad when you see a horse and say “look it’s you horse face”
He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress you
“hey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?”
“jean, we’re literally dating-”
Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. “y/n can we-“ “if your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then no” “aw :(“
Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but that’s not the point
Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, he’ll melt
Call him out on it and he’ll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby)
Jkjk but he’ll definitely try to deny it cuz u know he’s a “biG oL maNLy maN” but he’s a softie ;)
ARMIN
Making holiday cards with him
When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly it’s the cutest thing omg
I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started
Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, he’ll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)
he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card
SUCH A CREATIVE BOI
If you mess up on your card he’s totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!
“Hey don’t worry, you can just start on a new one :D”
He probably won’t ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks it’s cute
Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them
Would be really shy at the post office cuz he’s never done this before
*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because he’s just so?? endearing?? it’s insane??*
Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D
Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, it’s ~therapeutic~ for him
Overall, he’s probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after you’ve finished
CONNIE
Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK
Pls you wouldn’t even plan for it to happen
It just kinda,, did,,
Y’all we’re walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or something
But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do y’all know how rare those are in winter?? I’d be running to get to it pls i have no self-control)
Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now y’all were standing in line waiting
As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-
And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet-
Y’all can probably guess what happened-
“Hey y/n” “yeah-?” *throws it right at your face*
And so the war begins
Two words: S N O W F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw y’all just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( haven’t done it in years pls-)
But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long y’all have been going at it
Anyways, he’ll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)
SASHA
Popcorn and cranberry garland
Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you don’t really mind
Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be gone
(maybe even a third stashed away-)
She’s really excited about it tho!! But didn’t expect it to take so long omg
I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;)
She probably won’t notice what’s going on for a good minute tho
Pls be patient she’s doing her best 😔🤚🏻
But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can y’all tell-)
She’ll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!
She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-
HANJI
Caroling with them omfg-
It’s gonna be chaotic
The neighbors hate y’all but its fine
Look man if ur like me and can’t handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz it’s gonna get L O U D
But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache they’ll absolutely tone it down!!
But don’t be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-
But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;)
Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that-
Anyways when y’all reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanji’s breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs
Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the cops
Moblit pls get over here and collect them I’m begging u dude-
Don’t be surprised if y’all spend the night in jail that’s just how it’s gonna be oops
#these were supposed to go up earlier im so sorry folks-#but these were so fun to make#attack on titan x reader#aot x reader#aot headcanons#aot christmas hcs#attack on titan#levi ackerman x reader#eren jeager x reader#mikasa x reader#jean x reader#armin x reader#connie x reader#sasha x reader#hanji x reader
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I LOVE YOUR ENERGY WTF,, all of your writing is top tier omg,, i was wondering if i could request suna, semi, tendou, akaashi, and futakuchi w/ a short s/o who has like a tiny waist, small boobs, etc. except their butt is big?? like their petite and then bam big butt and wide hips?? does this even make sense?? thank you for reading this <33
Girll yessssss, I’m jealous I wish my body was like that, god daum 👴🏾
AND THANK YOU FOR GASSING ME UPP OMG 🤪👊🏾
Suna
🍃: he likes to lay on you
🍃: ENOUGH SAID
🍃: Suna is a ass man
🍃: your figure often has him confused in a good way, he likes how different you body is compared to the other girls
🍃: he’s the type to hug you while your staring and he’s sitting and he grabs you ass
🍃: he also may lay on your chest and on maybe on you butt
🍃: you guys also take a lot of selfies so yk those selfies where he holds onto your ass, yeah a lot of those
🍃: also the type to put his hands in your shirt
******
3:16 pm
You and Suna have been staying at each other’s houses back to back. This time you were at his house. I imagine that his bed is very comfy so you guys don’t wanna leave it and also it’s easy to fall asleep in it.
You usually wear hoodies whenever you come over his house but for some reason this time you were wearing a regular shirt.
“Do you think that that your a robot?” Suna asks
“Ayo what?”
“Like I saw this thing online and it just made me think like... what is I’m real and your not... you know”
“...🧍🏾♀️”
After a point less conversation about robots, you guys both started to drift off to sleep.
5:48 pm
You woke up in a sweat, and it was hella hot. You turn over to look at Suna and see him still rested peacefully. You look down and see that his hand was under your shirt and holding your boob.
👁👄👁
You didn’t know what to do but you decided to grab your phone and take a picture. Now whenever you show him he blushes and ask if the next time he can do it again, it’s up to you wether or not you wanna say yes or no 😌
Semi
◻️: I hate to say this so often but Semi is the type to get Jealous
◻️: and lemme just push some more publicity for my stories here 😌
◻️: so when he does get jealous best believe he’s gripping onto your hips 😌
◻️: probably gonna squeeze them to depending on how he be getting
◻️: you might have to shoo him off like
◻️: BACK 🤺 BACK 🤺 BACK I SAY🤺 BACK🤺
◻️: other than that I believe he’s pretty chill
◻️: his favorite part of you is your hips
◻️: he’s gonna use you as his personal heater, blanket, and stuffed animal
◻️: y’all will be watching movies or whatever and he’s gonna hold onto like his life depends on it 😩
*****
“You’re comfy” he says while nuzzling into your neck
“thank you” you say still engaged on the movie
Some more time goes by and at this point you the only one engaged in the movie, Semi is about to fall asleep.
“Sweetheart” he says in his raspy voice (AHHAHAHAHAHAHHHH I JUST GOT BUTTERFLIES)
“yes” you say still watching
“Can you turn over?” He asks
“what?” You say
“I said can you turn around real quick”
You turn to face him, but your body stays facing the the tv
“What do you need?” You ask
“Nooooo” he whines
“I need you to turn all the way around”
“Like do a 360?”
“No just stand up real quick”
You stand up and now your looking down at him
“Okay good now straddle me”
“But i wanna watch the movie” you say
He looks up at you with pleading eyes
“Pleaseeee, you can still watch the movie”
“.........fine” you give in and straddle him
“Is this what you wanted?” You say annoyed
“Yes” you can hear him smiling
He holds onto you with his dear life and starts to fall asleep, while you try to watch the movie almost snapping your neck 😐🔪
Tendou
💋: Simce your short yk, he believes that it’s his responsibility to take you everywhere
He may say stuff like
“Your so cute and Smol🥺😩”
“I wanna put you in my pocket 🥺”
💋: so then he thinks it’s okay to pick you up
💋: he picks you up while your straddling him so he has hands on your ass
💋: and he’s gonna take you everywhere
💋: He so happy that he’s with you
YOU BOOST HIS EGO SOOOO MUCH
💋: Since Tendou is insecure he so glad he has you to come to
💋: HIS BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND 🤪���
💋: he’s the type to kiss down your waist to you hips
💋: and then tell you how much he loves your body
——-
Your probably just standing in front of your bathroom mirror changing out of your shirt.
Then as your not paying attention Tendou comes up from behind you and tickles your waist.
“AHH BITCH” you scream and punch him in the lip
“Owwwww” he whines
“Oh I’m sorry 😅”
You walk him over the the toilet and you sit him down as you look over his face, it wasn’t that bad
“I’m sorry againnn” you hug him
“It’s fine”
“Well this would be a great time to talk about your day right?” You say moving away from the hug
“My day was alright I’m glad I got to see you” (literally says it with hearts in his eyes) he coos
“Aww I’m happy to see you too” you smile
“What were you doing?” He asks
“I was just trying on shirts” you responded
He then lifts up your shirt and starts the hood onto your waist
“Don’t ever let someone hurt you..okay” he says while hugging you
“I won’t” you smile while rubbing his head
He kisses you your stomach (This lowkey sounds like a pregnancy story omg), then stands up. At this point he’s looking down at you. He leans in for a kiss and smack your ass.
“Anywho, Do you think Ushi Gushi watches porn?”
Akaashi
🍃: he’s being respectful
🍃: when he looks at you ass he is looking respectfully 😅
Just very, very, very respectfully 😳
🌊: he’s the type to hold onto your hips endearingly yk?
🌊: like he would come up behind you and hug you nothing sexual unless you want it that way 👀
🌊: he’s secretly eyeing people to back away from you
🌊: and if someone talks about you
😐+🔫+👹+🦉= 🚫🧍
🌊: he’s gonna grab his ski mask, his gun, and bokuto and their off
Let’s ride 🔫👹
🌊: he may also rub his hands down your sides and then hug you
🌊: he has 1,000,000,001 ways to hug you 🤪
🌊: and a million and one ways to murk a bitch
🌊: if you ever complain about your lower or upper half of your body he’s gonna come over and hug you and tell you why you should appreciate that part of your body
🌊; he shows a lot of affection through his words and what he says he means
*****
“Baby, I feel like my boobs are small” you whine
He comes over to you and hugs you from behind, now the both of you are looking at yourself in the mirror.
“Don’t say that, your boobs are just right, you also have a beautiful body 🥺”
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🌊:he calls your body beautiful, don’t at me 😩
Futakuchi
🧩: he is as smooth as a cucumber 😌
🧩: he probably walks up to you and goes “damn imma smooth dude *cue lightskin lip bite*”
🧩: please beat his ass up 🙂
🧩: he’s gonna enjoy it too
🧩: I feel like when he first saw you he was like all flirty and shit yk
“Hey lemme walk you around the school”
“Uhm okay, thank you”
As soon as you turned around he was like
“GOD DAUM 👴🏾”
🧩: take all his rights away because he will be barking like a dog
🧩: constantly touch you on you ass
🧩: he’s always slapping it to and then on top of it he grips it after
🧩: and that shit hurts but he doesn’t care
🧩: also the type to fake bang you
🧩: ... in public
🧩: .... hard
🧩: like uhm calm down stop right now
🧩: just a horny bastard-
🧩: LEMME STOP IM SO MEAN 🤪🤪
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You won’t talk to Futakuchi because of what happened in the grocery store today. You and Futakuchi were at the grocery store getting some groceries (ofc).
You were simply just walking and all of a sudden *SLAP* *SLAP*
That slap was so loud, it woke up animals in the lion king ✋🏾 the fact that he slapped both of your cheeks 👴🏾🔫
Everyone was looking in your direction but Futakuchi didn’t care he was looking at some bread
“Wheat bread or White bread?” He asks
Then later when y’all were looking for pasta, you dropped the box and went to pick it up. You did this without thinking that your boyfriend was behind you. Then *SMACK*, it sent you into the shelf a little bit, this dude really had the audacity to grab where he slapped to 😐
Which is the reason why you both are driving home in silence. It’s up to you on whether or not you accept his apology or don’t talk to him for a few days or weeks, all in the end he loves your frame so much 😩.
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I’m sorry y’all this took me a while I was busy with school and then I just didn’t feel like writhing but I finished it and I hope you enjoyed it 😩
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The Boyfriend
Dedicated to the anon who came up w this idea and to @eatacrackerandstop <3. There's a small Shadow and Bone reference; if you find it, you get a high five✨
Summary: Slytherin and Hufflepuff meet their daughter’s boyfriend for the first time, and Slytherin has a few concerns.
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Hufflepuff closes the door behind her daughter, who stepped out to privately wish her boyfriend goodbye on the front stoop, and turns to Slytherin.
“He seems like a sweet kid,” she smiles. Slytherin follows her into the kitchen with a disgruntled expression. He leans against the countertop as she begins washing the dishes.
“What’s taking her so long,” he eyes the door. “It only takes a couple of seconds to say goodbye to someone.”
“They spent the entire night with us. They probably just want a little alone time,” Hufflepuff replies. She glances at him when he sighs and crosses his arms. “Do I sense a little disdain for our daughter’s boyfriend?”
Slytherin scowls.
“I don’t like him,” he states plainly. “He gives me...bad boy vibes.” His scowl deepens when she laughs incredulously.
“Bad boy vibes?”
“Yes,” he says indignantly. “Bad boy vibes! Did you see his smirk when she laughed at his joke?"
"You smirk a lot,” she points out, to which he grudgingly admits. “Besides, is it bad that he can make her laugh?"
"'Course not," he huffs. "But did you see how he put his arms around her?”
"I'm pretty sure that's called a hug, honey."
Slytherin steps between her and the sink. She shoots him a look as water drips on the floor.
“Please get out of my way, Slytherin. You’re acting like a child.”
He takes her hands into his own, not caring that they’re wet. “Honey, you’re not listening to me.”
“I am! I just don’t agree with you.” She continues before Slytherin can object. “You’re worrying over nothing. Our daughter is old enough to make her own decisions on who she hangs out with and what she does with her time."
“She’s only in her seventh year—”
“Slytherin," she says sternly. “Our baby is grown now, believe it or not. I trust her judgment. You should too.”
His brows furrow, and he doesn’t respond right away.
"It's not that I don't trust her," he finally says. "I just don't want her to get hurt."
Hufflepuff softens in this rare moment of vulnerability—his grumpiness and frustration often mask his fears.
"We can't control what happens," she says gently. "We can't control who does what or who hurts who. But what we can control is what we do and how we act." Slytherin remains silent as he considers her words. "I think the best thing we can do is support our daughter. And if things don't end well in their relationship, she will know who to come to: the people who have always been there for her."
Her words sink in, and Slytherin nods.
"You're right."
"'Course I'm right."
He smiles somberly. "I’ve only ever wanted to protect her."
"You will," she assures, pulling him into an embrace. "But you will do so at a healthy and reasonable distance. No threatening the boy."
Slytherin snorts and says, "I'm not that type of dad." He rests his chin on top of her head. "But if he breaks her heart, I keep no promises."
"Good," she murmurs into his shirt. “I'll be right behind you.”
Their moment of peace is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. They see their daughter, Giselle, standing by the doorway with a flushed grin.
"Hey kiddo," Slytherin smiles.
She makes a face. “I'm 18, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore."
"Alright." Hufflepuff notices a familiar gleam in his eye and tries not to smile as he continues. "Do you prefer muffin? Sweet pea? Or perhaps cupcake—"
Giselle covers her ears. "Dad!" she groans. "Eat a cracker and stop."
He holds his hands up in defeat as he chuckles. "Okay, okay."
"So," Hufflepuff says once things settle down. "What did Dorian think? Did he like us? What about the food? Was my cooking okay?" A look of horror washes over her face. "Oh shoot, should we have given him some leftovers to take back to his family? He probably didn't get too far, I'll go get the food from the fridge and—"
"Honey," Slytherin laughs, resting his hand on the small of her back before she can scurry off in search of tin foil and plastic containers. "It's fine."
"Yeah," Giselle assures. "The food was great, and he loved meeting you guys."
"And we loved meeting him,” Hufflepuff says warmly. “Tell Dorian he's welcome to come back at any time."
"Okay," she grins. "Can we start our movie night now?"
Slytherin nods. "I believe it's Mom's turn to choose the movie."
"I know exactly what we should watch tonight," Hufflepuff beams. They pile onto the couch, and when she puts the disc into the DVD player, everyone but Hufflepuff's face falls when they see the title.
"Aw, not this movie," Giselle complains. "We watched the trailer last week, and you said it yourself that it looked like trash."
"Wha—I didn't say trash!"
"I think you did," Slytherin interjects. He stifles a laugh when she shoots him a look.
Hufflepuff purses her lips. "Ravenclaw and I watched it at the movie theaters a few days ago, and it was a cinematic masterpiece!"
He arches an eyebrow. "So you're gonna watch it again?"
"Yes! Because it’s that good. And I want you guys to watch it with me. The movie has adventure and plot twists and romance—I mean, what hurts more than a broken heart?"
"A severed head," Giselle replies, to which Slytherin snorts a laugh.
Hufflepuff scoffs and shakes her head, but a smile tugs at her lips. “You’ll see what I’m talking about after we watch it, but I need to use the bathroom first. I’ll bring back some popcorn.”
“Can you also get some Sprite?” Giselle calls after her.
“Okay.” Hufflepuff lingers by the doorway. “Do you want anything, sweetie pie?” she says to Slytherin.
“No thanks, snuggle bunny.” He snickers when Giselle visibly cringes. He and Hufflepuff liked to call each other outrageously sweet pet names in front of their daughter for the sole purpose of grossing her out.
“Yes,” Giselle says in a deadpan voice. “This is the exact spot I want to be in right now.”
Hufflepuff laughs and winks at Slytherin before leaving. He watches her walk away before whispering to Giselle, “How likely is it that she’ll accidentally trap herself in the bathroom and we get to pick another movie?”
“Extremely likely,” she replies. “If we put a rubber item underneath the door to act as a door stopper, she won’t be able to open it from the inside…” Slytherin is looking at her weirdly, and she swallows her words. “...I mean, I don’t know.”
Slytherin smiles but doesn’t say anything. Giselle may have inherited her mother’s looks, but she has her father’s mischief.
While they wait for Hufflepuff, Slytherin speaks. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure,” she says cautiously.
“Do you love him?”
Her eyebrows rise—she didn’t expect this question. She takes a moment to think.
"Not yet.”
He nods. "But you're happy?"
"I am," she smiles.
His eyes crinkle. If she was happy…well, that was good enough for him.
“I’m glad, kiddo.”
This time, Giselle doesn’t roll her eyes at the term of endearment. Instead, she takes his hand and squeezes it three times. Slytherin, who taught her the gesture, squeezes her hand four times in response.
“Who’s ready to start the movie?” Hufflepuff walks in with popcorn and sprite, unaware of the father-daughter moment she just missed.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Slytherin sighs, scooting over to make space for her. She plops down beside him and settles the bowl between them.
“Oh,” she perks up. “Before I forget. Accio tissue boxes!”
Slytherin looks bewildered as tissue boxes come flying their way. “Do we really need tissues?”
“Absolutely,” she scatters the boxes over their laps. Slytherin raises an eyebrow and glances over at Giselle, who also looks perplexed.
“My teen angst bullshit is about to have a body count,” she whispers as the movie begins playing.
A/N: This fic is somewhat connected to Different Love Languages, another one of my fics. Is the slytherpuff couple in that fic the same couple in this one? That's up to you, dear reader😌
I lowkey hate the title, but I couldn't come up w a better one. Also, this fic was longer than I planned. I originally decided to write something like this:
“Why don’t you like him?”
“Because I used to be a bad boy, which is exactly why I don’t trust him.”
Basic dialogue, plain and simple. But the darling anon who told me their idea deserves a full-length story <3
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can i maybe request some comfort hq’s w any of your favorite boys (but maybe throw in some oikawa) when their s/o doesn’t get invited to hang out w her friends but like all her friends are hanging out and they didn’t invite her so she just has to watch them all have fun on social media and stuff? totally not speaking from experience haha.. take your time if you’re busy! i love your writing so much 🥺✨💘💖
hi bby i love u a lot <3 ✨🐉🦋
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OIKAWA, BOKUTO AND TSUKISHIMA COMFORTING LEFT OUT S/O
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OIKAWA
you’re minding your own business at home in your room scrolling through instagram when your heart sinks
you see your friends have posted group photo they took today when they went out and failed to invite you
you felt silly being bothered by it but you couldn’t hep it
friends are meant to invite each other out not leave individual members out
while you’re staring at the picture, you’re interrupted by a facetime call from your boyfriend
you answer and see his smiling face on your screen
“hi y/n-chan i- wHATS WRONG?!”
he sees you’re not smiling back and he immediately knows somethings up
“its nothing tooru, don’t worry”
you give him a little reassuring smile and he frowns a little
so anyway you guys go about your call just talking as normal and you casually mention that your friends hung out without you
you can’t actually see oikawa’s face because he has you on pause and kept muting and unmuting by what you assumed was accident
rude
but you just assume he’s on his daily run because you can hear him doing so
you carry on telling him about how you’d been left out and just talking about it made you tear up a little
“i know it’s stupid, but i can't help but feel annoyed.”
as you’re explaining to tooru you hear a knock at your door
muttering a quick “hang on” to your boyfriend you go downstairs to see who’s at your door
you open the door to reveal your panting boyfriend with a bag containing, one of his favourite hoodies you like to borrow, his laptop, another bag of take out food and a bunch of sunflowers gripped under his arm
“sorry i took so long y/n-chan”
“tooru? what's all this?”
“as if im gonna let my pretty girl feel upset all by herself, come here”
he pulls you in for a tight hug and you let him inside where he unpacks the contents in the bags
the fact he did all of this for you make you want to tear up again
and you do just that
he pulls you back into his chest and wraps his arms around you
“what did i do to deserve you?”
“i should be asking you.”
you guys eat your take out, oikawa has a shower because he was lowkey sweating with all that running about, you pull on the jumper he brought round for you (he only took it back in the first place because you mentioned his smell wasn't as strong on it anymore)
you watch a few films before you both start to just lay there and cuddle
“come on, lets take cute photos!”
“why?”
“so we can show your stupid friends that you don’t need to be with them when you have me”
you guys take some immaculate pictures and upload them to your insta story where a ton of people are swiping up compliment how cute you both are
including a few of your friends who swooned over your boyfriend saying how they wished they had a boyfriend like tooru
oikawa looked at their messages and sneered
“ignore them it’ll piss them off”
he is so petty
but so are you fdshfghu
he’ll stay over for the night because he refuses to leave you until you’re totally over it
best boyfie
63/10 experience would die for this boy 😼
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BOKUTO
bokuto is actually the one who points out that your friends are hanging out without you
you two have just left grabbing breakfast together when he sees your group walking and laughing together across the street
“hey y/n? aren't they your friends?”
“huh?”
you turn to look and you wish you hadn't
bokuto saw the drop in your face and suddenly felt sad too
“do you want me to say something?”
“don’t worry kou, it’s nothing”
you give him a weak smile and pull him back to your house
the walk back is quiet which is unusual for the two of you as usually you two never stop talking to each other
when you get back home you turn away from your boyfriend and wipe a few stray tears that you’d been holding back the whole time
bokuto notices and grabs you shoulder and turns you to face him
“oh y/n please don’t cry! shall we make a blanket fort? do you want to go out somewhere? shall i get akaashi to come over and we can plot muder against your friends?”
the boy isn’t used to seeing you upset
he’s used to seeing you so happy and cheerful around him because he always does his best to make sure you’re comfortable
you laugh dryly and smile at him
“no baby it’s fine, i just need to let it all out and i’ll be good”
he pulls you and and wraps his big arms around you as your sobs grow louder into his chest
“k-kou am i stupid for feeling like this? it’s not even that serious i just feel kinda betrayed they didn't even ask me you know? like this isn't even the first time -i”
you look up when you feel chest chest move and you sees HE’S got tears falling down his face too
“kou!! i know why i’m crying but why are YOU crying?”
“i-i don't know?? seeing you cry makes me cry??”
the two of you are laughing and sobbing together you forget why you were even sad in the first place
he picks you up bridal style and carried you over to the couch where the two of you proceed to just cuddle and enjoy each other’s presence
“hey, y/n you should hang with me and akaashi at lunch if you want”
“maybe...”
“come onnnn, if your so-called ‘friends’ don’t wanna hang with you, we most certainly do!”
he’s giving you his big toothy grin you can't say no to
“okay kou, i’ll start spending my lunches with you”
he doesn't even hide the fact he's excited lmao
“yES!! we get to spend even more time together now and everyones gonna see how cute we are together!”
bokuto just wants to make sure that wherever you are, he can make you smile and forget about all the bad things
so the fact you agree to spend your lunchtimes with him makes him ecstatic now that he knows he can make it his mission everyday to make you smile more
he won't ever leave you alone when you’re sad so you spend the rest of your day playing on your switch and making tiktoks together
because bokuto will always want you to feel like you’re having fun with him because it’s your smile that first caught his attention before you started dating
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TSUKISHIMA
you and tsuki are at his house in his room together
both of you are going through your phones until your group chat starts spamming with photos and videos
your notifications are going off like crazy and its driving tsukishima mental
“since when were you popular?”
you glare at him as you open the messages and your face drops
your supposed friends were all sending videos and photos of each other into your group chat
they had all gone out and hadn't mentioned it to you
tsukishima glanced over to your phone and watched as you mindlessly tapped through the never ending stream of content
“i don’t know why you surround yourself with such loser’s y/n, i’d be embarrassed to send videos of my friends screaming like babies”
this made you smile ever so slightly
you’re not a mean person
but there's something about tsukishima’s snarky comments which make you feel better about the situation
tsuki has obviously noticed you were bothered about not being invited but he won't tell you he knows because it may trigger you to get upset
instead he pulls your back into his chest as the two of you lay in his bed together as he rests one of his arms on your side and the other over your shoulder
instead of being overly comforting, tsuki will encourage you to tap through the group chat but he’ll make a snarky comments for each picture or video
“ew she really left the house with confidence looking like that?”
“why has the girl on the right done her make up like that? did they go out for a day at the circus or something?”
“you can see the people in the background literally cringing, i can feel the second hand embarrassment through the screen”
the two of you sit there for a while laughing and making snide comments
tuski’s are way worse than yours because he literally doesn't know how to stop
after you finish tapping through everything, you set your phone down and smile at your boyfriend
“hey, thanks for that”
“for what? being myself”
“for making me laugh you idiot”
“i was being honest but okay then”
you’ll just lay there together in a comforting silence
“you know... you’re too good for them anyway, ditch them”
you hesitated before answering
“but, they're my friends? i can't just ditch them out of nowhere”
“they had no problem doing it to you”
harsh words
but he’s right
they didn't have a problem ditching you so maybe tsuki was right
“i don't mind doing a bit of charity work and letting you be with me at school”
“oh? how considerate of my boyfriend, the one who’s meant to love and be there for me unconditionally! you’re too kind!”
you both snicker at this before he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head
“go on, leave the group chat... if you’re bad 😈”
he gets lowkey excited watching you leave it he’s got a stupid little evil smirk
tsuki may seem like he enjoys conflict and malicious behaviour
but really he just wants to make sure you’re kept away from people who clearly don't value or deserve you
‘their loss’ he thinks to himself as he pulls you closer
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There Once Was A Man With No Arms-
Goshiki x Manager!Tendou!FirstYear!Sister!Reader
a/n: that was a mouthful
anon request: ahhh i loved your headcanons of iwaizumi dating oikawa's sister!!! this time, can i request goshiki x tendou's first year sis na manager din ng team nila? salamatttt hehe ingat ka lagiii💞
this cute little bowl cut babie
so you are the little baby sister of our favorite red hair cutie and he was the one who offered you the manager position
ofc you accepted bc hello, you get to hang out w your brother and tease semi-semi-senpai everyday
pls let semi live
everyone likes you though bc you are their manager and you do a lot of things for them even though you dont need to
like sometimes, you stop by the store and pick up all kinds of snacks and if its really hot, popsicles and ice cream
ushijima farmer-san is known to be quite stoic and serious but he’s pretty chill around you and even ruffles your hair whenever you make a stupid joke
as a tendou, you are basically like a ctrl+v with your brother
the same cute teasing and bubbly personality but the quick change to serious and demeaning
the team gets stressed, especially mom, bc he has to take care of not one red-head freak but two
but he liked you more though bc you were a first year and you were this short little pumpkin and you were so nice and just all around A D O R A B L E
but you just didnt rub goshiki the right way
maybe bc he thought you were just doing this as an act and no person could really be this bubbly and cheerful
or hes just jealous his senpais attention is directed to you
he will DIE FOR HIS SENPAIS
whenever he gets a good spike, you cheer him on and say things like, ‘nice spike, tsu-chan!’ and he swears youre just doing this bc you want to kill him with a heart attack and he doesnt like feeling like this but you like torturing him
boi what is with this logic
even though he lives for praises, your praises and compliments just hits different than his senpais
before he even realized it, he started all out glaring at you and tendou, being the overprotective brother he was, pointed him out on it
‘oi, little kouhai, you got a problem with our y/n?’
at the mention of your name you turned around from talking to the coach and everyone turned to goshiki, expecting him to answer
unfortunately you didnt hear what your brother said so you were just confused
‘hm? i read the room and i am not comfortable with the energy in the gym today’
someone snorted while goshiki turned red at the attention being on him with the topic of you so he just walks away back to the court
‘oh? what was that all about?’
semi shushes tendou and gives you a smile
‘y/n, can you help tossing the ball for us?’
you nodded and quickly ran to the chair and waddled over to put it by the net before standing on it
everyone turned red, including goshiki and even shirabu, and busted their uwus
‘okay! let’s go!’
youve always noticed tsutomu and his determination to beat ushijima which youve appreciated bc he was so hard-working and he was talented enough
‘good one, tsu-chan!’
‘t-thanks, y/n-san’
even when no one noticed it, you were always there to give him compliments and he always grows flustered and hes just a big idiot babie and doesnt realize that your praises makes his heart beat faster bc he thinks youre freaking pretty and someone pretty complimenting him in his spikes boosts his ego
but eventually, it grew on him
instead of looking around for any senpai to praise him, he now turned to you and you would give him that adorable smile and he would bite his lip to stop himself from running over and hugging the life out of you
then he remembers who your brother is, well more like how protective the boys were
‘waka-senpai, nii-chan got sick so he wants you to stop by his dorm later today!’
‘okay’
since you were their teammate’s sister, theyve known you for a while and watched you grow from being this little middle school girl to a first year high schooler
you were practically their sister
goshiki went to a different middle school so he never really realized how the guys treated you so differently but he knew it would be difficult to win them over for your hand
oops wait what
this thought struck him just as he was drinking water and he ended up choking on water causing you to run over from talking to semi so you could pat his back
‘omg, tsu-chan, you need to be careful!’
this was only the beginning of weeks of being weird
like he was so distracted and different that shirabu actually yelled at him and refused to give him any tosses
‘you talk big about being the ace but the slightest distraction could cost you a match. are you really being serious about being the ace or is it all just talk?’
he got all sad and mopey and he had to sit on the bench
goshiki never got benched
he was too good to be benched!
but he was and he did not like it
you went over to him and sat next to him
‘tsu-chan, can you follow me?’
he looked up from the floor and he shrugged before following you out of the door
the others watched their first years exit the gym and they contemplated following
but tendou, surprise!, actually stopped them
‘my sister can sort him out herself. trust me’
goshiki didnt exactly know where you were taking him to until you stopped by by the baseball field where there was mud
‘y/n-san, why-’
‘you always say my name formally, why is that? im a first year too, tsu-chan’
he looked down
‘um, i-i don’t know-’
‘y/n-chan, tsu-chan. try it out’
‘y-y/n-chan’
you squealed at how cute he looked w red ears and a red face but you refrained from hugging him
then you remembered why you brought him out
‘oh right! come here, tsu-chan!’
you took a branch from a nearby tree and encouraged him to crouch down with you as you began to draw on the mud
‘there was once a man with no arms-’
you started happily singing and this was when goshiki really realized the resemblance between you and your brother
you both were happy and cheerful bc you wanted to radiate the energy to the others to be happy too
and it worked
tendou’s funny songs and jokes always made the others laugh and you did too
goshiki was happy that he was able to absorb that energy and he soon completely forgot about shirabu’s comments
once you were done, you have drawn a dog on the mud and the boy was so amazed at the sudden creation
he looked up at you with wide eyes and you laughed with a wide grin at his expression
‘hehe, its cool, right? nii-chan showed me something like that before when i got sad and it made me happy again. i thought it would work on you too’
he might have questionable feelings around you bc when you mentioned being sad, he felt weird
like he was relieved he wasnt there to see you sad bc he couldnt take it seeing your usual grin into a frown and your bright shining eyes filled with tears
‘y/n-chan, when you get sad, call me, okay? so i can go to you and make you smile like you did with me’
your eyes widened in surprise but you nodded, your grin even wider
‘im counting on you, tsu-chan!’
and he did
when he received a call late at night from you, he easily snuck out from his dorm and ran to the baseball field where he saw your crouching figure aimlessly dragging the stick in circles
‘y/n-chan!’
he huffed and panted after running so fast and you looked up before running to hug him
‘im here now. youre okay’
you didnt release out your problems on him bc you didnt want to burden him
but he understood and just hugged you until you felt better enough to return to your crouching
goshiki hurriedly grabbed the stick and began to do the same thing you did for him before
‘then he jumped onto the lake and got stung by bees?’
he stopped and frowned, realizing he wasnt right
but the frown lifted when he heard your giggle
‘tsu-chan, he got stung by bees first and then he jumped on the lake!’
the corners of his mouth lifted and he chuckled
‘heh, i guess he did. but this is my version so listen closely, okay y/n-chan?’
this might be the reason you got close w the first year
the others noticed it too since you seem to pamper him and take more time taking care of him than them
like you even started wiping his sweat for him while he just giggles when you pull on the long strands of his hair
‘tsu-chan, i want to cut it!’
‘no, y/n-chan!’
‘but-!’
he grabbed your hands and your arms around his torso so he could do the same to you and gently tugged on the ends of your long hair
‘you too then, y/n-chan. your hair is long too’
you pouted then gently punched his chest
‘mean, tsu-chan’
‘heh?! mean?! how?!’
tendou is like the best big brother ever and hes just like ‘yuhhhh get it tsutomu!!!!’
eventually, goshiki began playing even better
his complete spike percentage has increased and his jumping has gotten higher
but the team predicts that this was all because he’s trying to show off to you and your praising and compliments have motivated him to play better
forget being ace, he just wants you to praise him
‘y/n-chan! y/n-chan! did you see that?’
‘wahh!!!! so cool, tsu-chan!!”
bus trips to matches are so cute but yall lowkey annoy the players a bit
yall sit next to each other and are just leaning together as you giggle over stupid cat videos
like we get, goshiki is getting some quicker than us
i feel like before moving on to relationships, goshiki and you would be best friends first and then move on to the dating stuff
tbh, theres no difference bc yall have always been like that but theres just an offical label now
‘hey, tsu-chan, wanna date?’
‘u-um,, sure?’
yall would hang out in either his dorm or yours and yall would be alone bc the team actually trusts you but you dont know that they pass by the door ever 5 minutes and listen in to just to make sure yall are not doing anything bad
smh they so nosy but we luv them
you know of his insecurities about not being enough and his fears of not being the ace and his dreams of playing to the big leagues and his passion to continue playing on the court for as long as he can and how excited he is to be able to spend all those years with you
he knows of your insecurities about the way you look and being associated with your apparent freak of a brother but you didnt care about that and even fought someone when they said something and your deep protectiveness for the boys, especially your brother but it’s all because the boys were the ones to accept you with open arms and treat you like family
yall shared a lot of secrets amongst yourselves and tbh, your communication is just *chefs kiss*
so serious fights dont happen, like ever, just stupid little arguments that are usually resolved like an hour later
since youre also a manager, its also your job to make sure the boys are maintaining their good grades and you know that shira-senpai has given up on tutoring tsutomu
i mean,,, goshiki is smart but he gets distracted easily and ends up spacing out during lessons
yknow?
thats when the little arguments bc youd be trying to teach him the damn phythagorean theorem and hed be distracted at how come your hair was styled like that today
‘goshiki tsutomu, i will leave your ass to fail right now if you dont stop touching my hair’
‘but babyyyyyy’
‘no, ‘dont baby’ me, you idiot! you’ll be crying like a baby when you fail and you’re bench during the next game!’
oof also!
hes a protective little babie and he gets jealous easily so whenever yall have games, he literally hangs all over you
like he makes a show of putting his jacket over you and kissing your forehead so that the other teams know to stop looking over at your direction and whispering about you
ofc this gets on your nerves but you cant help but think how cute he looks when he gets jealous
he gets all pouty and touchy and youre just like, take my uwus you big babie
even tendou is like, ‘im her brother yet hes more protective than me’
he demands to be hugged 24/7 but thats not appropriate if youre in public so he ltr drags you outside and away from people just so he could hug you
he likes hugging you bc youre shorter than him and it makes him feel all special and soft since you like to burrow your face into his chest and your sweater paws are just like ugggggghhhhhhhhh
whenever he gets nervous, you kiss his fingers and his knuckles bc it soothes him and youre just his good luck charm and he feels like he can take over the world w a single kiss from you
‘baby, didja see that?! i was so cool, right?!’
‘so proud of you, tsu-chan! youre so cool!’
‘i love y/n like a sister but if she inflates his ego more, i will have to tape her mouth’
can you guess who said that?
overall a relationship i strive for and i really want a goshiki now thanks byeeeeeee
a/n: ngl goshiki’s hair lowkey triggered me when i first saw him bc why the heck does it look like that?! but now i actually like it on him and i cant imagine any other hairstyle fitting him
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flustered.
summary: y/n trying to get s/o flustered
genre: fluff + suggestive
characters: akaashi keiji, kenma kozume
part II | part III
it very lowkey kinda pissed you off
he could always make you such a stuttering mess, even after dating for about 5 months now, akaashi can make you blush and flustered whenever he pleased
you had made so many attempts lately to try to see even the slightest of a tint on his cheeks but it just never worked?? IS HE HUMAN??
it was not a question of whether he loved you, he told you and showed just how much he loved you everyday, you knew how much he loved you
but you just wanted to nudge him a lil to see him stutter just once
so you started racking that brain
akaashi didn’t really do much PDA, it’s not that he didn’t feel comfortable with it really since you guys would do it a lil here and there, it was more like he just didn’t think much to do it since you two were always together anyways, how you are always cuddled up in private
so you just assumed this was your best shot at flustering him since it’s not something he was used to
ngl you’re not used to it either but you were willing to sacrifice whatever just to be able to tease him
you had waited for the perfect time, you were sat in the bleachers of the gym, watching the volleyball practice develop
you intently watched as the practice match went on of the Fukurodani team split in half, one half on one side of the court and the other half in the other
even though you watched his every move, you held back on your cheering, even though you cheered loudly every time you saw Keiji play
this is how it was going to start
you were going to confuse him a bit, he wasn’t a whiner but you could tell that deep down he was getting a little whiny to not hear his s/o’s yells and yips of love for the setter
the match had ended, concluding the practice for the day
you half jogged over to Akaashi who was still surrounded by his teammates, a huge smile branded on your face.
“you did amazing baby!” you yipped to Akaashi who smiled softly.
“thank you, you were kinda quiet today though, why weren’t you cheering?” he pouted slightly, you could tell that the way you held back on his best moments had downed him a little. you almost felt a little guilty but you had to go on with your plan.
you raised your voice slightly higher than the rest of the team, a tone where it wasn’t too loud, but it wasn’t too quiet either, one where everyone would hear the soft voice and not think you were doing it on purpose.
you looked down and up and your finger curled around the band of Akaashi’s volleyball shorts and tugged so he became closer to you. you already felt him start to stiffen at the sudden difference in your movement.
“i was being kinda quiet and had dialed back on the cheering because uhm... im a little needy Keiji” you said looking up at him, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Akaashi’s expression went from a pout, to a confused expression to panic as your words settled in and he understood what they meant. when he realized that you had said it just loud enough for the rest of the team to hear you and that you two were a little too close and your index finger was still tangled around his band of his shorts he immediately turned red.
“woah, get it Akaashi!” yelled Konoha laughing at the state of his setter, how his calm and cool demeanor had totally been shattered and now instead his face was fully covered by a deep blush and his eyes were widened at the embarassment. the team mates around him started chuckling slightly.
“hEY HEY HEY, AKAASHI IS GETTING SOME TONIGHT”
i don’t even have to tell you who said that.
you know who said that.
and that was the final straw of Akaashi’s panic.
He grabbed your wrist, tugging your hands from his volleyball shorts and speed walked as fast as he could to get yourself and himself out of that gym as soon as possible.
“y/n w-why did you d-do that” he asked stuttering over himself.
this was a sight to behold, you had never thought you could get Akaashi to loose his cool that much.
“Awee sorry baby i’ve just never seen you get flustered.” you replied feeling a tinge of guilt at his current state, wrapping your arms around him.
“what do you mean you never see me get flustered?” he asked confused.
now it was your turn to be confused, you looked up at him with your head tilted to the side.
“babe, i get flustered by you like ten million times a day, im just better at hiding it then you” he laughed at your bewildered look.
“you do ?!?$@%$#*”
okay okay, you’ve seen him get blushy one (1) time, and that’s it
but you just could never get over the pretty sight of him shying away from you and you were always dying to see it again, it was just so cute
so your started thinking
what can i do to kenma’s eyes to pay his upmost attention to me just enough to get him blushy again?
it clicked
you were always just wearing hella baggy clothes
no matter where you went, to the store, uni, hanging out with friends, shopping, the theatre, at home
always
since you and kenma just started dating you realized he had never really seen you without your baggy clothes and with just tighter fitting clothes
it’s not that you were insecure of your body, you just felt more comfy with baggy clothes, but it was fun to wear fitting clothes here and there
so one day you and kenma were going to go out together on a little date, just walking around and have a little lunch
one thing was already working out, kenma never brought his games when you two were going out together, so you knew getting his attention wouldn’t be hard at all
you chose to wear a frilly and cute sundress, it was light blue and it synched in at your waist, it truly enunciated your features and your curves
even yourself, as you looked in the mirror was in awe at how nice your body was since you had forgotten because you always wore those baggy clothes
you and Kenma were to meet each other in front of the water fountain in downtown. you stood there waiting for him, making sure to have arrived a little early to be there before him. you stood excitedly to get his reaction.
you peaked, looking around all the people walking by when you noticed the familiar stature of none other than your boyfriend. he hadn’t seen you yet, since he was still kinda far.
you watched where his eyes travelled around all of the people and then his eyes laid on you. baby wasn’t used to you wearing fitting clothes and he had to take a double take to make sure it was you SFJSLDKJ
his eyes lit up when he saw your face and then dazed down to your dress, “you look so good baby🥺”
he was getting closer and closer towards you when he finally got right in front of you, and then it really hit him.
“thank you kenma :)”
his eyes were avoiding your gaze and he started fidgeting with his fingers a little bit.
“ken, are you okay?” you asked a little worriedly.
your voice sent a jump through him and it was the cherry on top, Kenma’s face turned a deep red and all he could do was just stare at you.
“uhm, you just look really pretty” he mumbled, still looking down
your heart literally melted. he was so cute T-T
you reached for his hand and went on tippy toes a little and gave him a kiss on his cheek, “thank you baby” (kenma is like 5′7 and idk ab u but das kinda tOLL, maybe im just short fml)
you two started walking together to the little greek cafe for lunch that was around the corner holding hands and the entire time kenma was just so out of it (poor boi)
you two sat down at the tables that were outside after ordering and you two were just talking to each other and enjoying each others company.
you loved watching the way Kenma’s eyes would light up when he started talking about volleyball or about a new game that he was excited for. it made you so happy.
a wind started blowing and your napkin flew and landed next to Kenma, before he could reach for it for you you were already up and reaching.
and let me tell you.
you thought kenma was a mess before?
you thought wrong.
being your clumsy self you forgot you were wearing a whole dress.
and you just leaned down to get it and the angle that Kenma was leant down gave him the perfect view and your entire ass was on display, your cheeky, lacy underwear inches from his face.
KENMA NEARLY FELL OFF HIS CHAIR LFJDSLK
he was so stiff and he just looked straight ahead, his face was so red and the tint was now starting to reach for his ears.
you stood back up and sat on your chair parallel to his not knowing what the hell just happened.
“Kenma what happened to you?”
“i- uh...uhm,, y-you, im sorry”
“huh?”
“w-when you leaned down, y-your,, umm”
you finally realized what he was trying to say and now it was your turn to get flustered.
“KLFJLSKD KENMA IM SO SORRY OH MY GOD, I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT, IM SORRY I FORGOT THAT I WAS WEARING THIS FJDKLSF”
you freaked out and you were so embarrassed, to make matters worse, Kuroo just happened to have been walking by the very front of the cafe and witnessed the whole thing
WHAT A SMALL FUCKING WORLD HUH
“Kenma, you dog” Kuroo smirked.
Both of you jumped on your seats and turned to see the captain of the Nekoma team, smirking at you two and the events that had prevailed.
“i was just walking by and noticed you two so i came to say hi but i think it’s best to leave you two alone” Kuroo winked walking away leaving you two just sitting there both short-circuited.
Error 404
y/n.exe has stopped functioning
kenma.exe has stopped functioning
this whole plan had slapped you across the face.
both you and Kenma were both so flustered that for the rest of the day you two would blush just looking at each other.
ahh mon ami, young love.
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Hi I just had a great idea:
What if instead of taking chip wiskers on a Sail-Around-the-World, Get-Over-Blair summer adventure (bc chip can get rekt!) Nate takes Dan instead??? and they fuck and fall in love of course
here you go, jess! your wish is my command & all that. maybe i'll make this into a proper fic when i don't feel like a zombie with a running nose.
vanessa breaks up w/ dan before she leaves for haiti. dan is taking it pretty badly, nate thinks dan must be torn up about it/ missing her / heartbroken etc etc.
blair's got her own clusterfuck of chip stuff to handle (clusterchuck?) and serena's helping with that, jenny's got her own stuff to handle, etc etc, so dan's entire support system boils down to just nate, naturally
nate's like "oh yeah i can handle this i too was once heartbroken over vanessa"
but then dan sort of gets very drunk and talks about how if the one person who's loved him longest and loved him best and known him better than anyone else couldn't stand him what does that say about him, dan? is he just that unlovable? and nate's heart hurts
nate tries for sage advice such as "sometimes being best friends doesn't translate to being romantically compatible, man. i know she loved you, but her not being in love with you doesn't say anything about you" but it slides off dan like water off a duck's back
so nate decides to take dan on a vacation. take his mind off stuff.
dan thinks it'll be lowkey so he agrees.
it is............not lowkey.
they sail for a bit and dan hates it, hates the feeling of being at sea, doesn't feel comfortable on a rickety sailboat, etc etc, but dan loves seeing how at ease nate is - and that's enough for dan to put his anxiety away for a bit
(sorry, i just have a big headcanon of dan being terrified of like. sailboats or cruise ships or whatever. seeing all that ocean all around him and knowing he can't leave freaks him out imo.)
one week in nate realises that dan is essentially putting up a brave front & then there are a few airline tickets and a lot of backpacking
"didn't know i was honeymooning with serena," dan says, and nate smacks his arm and gives him a look
dan doesn't understand foreign currency and nate's terrifyingly good at conversion rates. nate's also better at picking up snippets of the local language, wherever they are, while dan just. blinks and opens his tourist guidebook and stumbles through the "do you speak english?" phrases every single time
(dan thinks it's hot. that nate knows all this. that nate is just Wired in a way that makes him so good at adapting/navigating all this.)
( nate thinks dan's adorable. when he scowls at the maps and loiters in souvenir shops and blinks dazedly when people talk to him in a language he doesn't understand, looking at nate wide-eyed in a silent plea for help. it cracks nate up, but it also makes him want to hold dan in his arms and kiss the top of his head. whoops.)
anyway! back to plot.
they hang out in cheap hotels or service apartments and dan begins to teach nate how to cook and they fly kites in meadows and go on treks and it's such an absorbing experience
they spend anywhere between 3- 9 days in one location before moving
every single day is so Full and Whole it feels like a whole week of events. but it's just one fulfilling day
then one day they're snowed in somewhere on the mountains
and both of them have... a really good time. and dan has this lightbulb moment of... oh. it's not Abroad that's bringing meaning to my life, it's not these activities or the change of pace or anything else. it's nate. it's being able to be with nate like this
nate, naturally, is having the same sort of revelation
dan wants to act on it but he's scared to blow what is the best friendship in his life at this time, and he knows natie is coming off a heartbreak w/ serena and he doesn't want to be a rebound
but nate is the one to initiate it, touching dan's chin with gentle fingers and going, "hey, we can ignore this and never talk about this again if you’d prefer that but i really want to kiss you"
so of course, they kiss
they kiss, and then they almost do the deed too but then they both stop, because dan's like "wait you're my best friend i can't risk you Not being my best friend tomorrow when it's over"
they talk about it in an emotionally mature way & talk about their exes + their expectations of being in a relationship & just "you're my best friend but it's become so much more than that lately"
they don't fuck but they go to bed holding each other, as boyfriends
when the summer ends, they both return to NY a lot more tanned, with a lot more souvenirs, and more genuine smiles
chuck gets pissy with nate about taking "humdrum humphrey on a honeymoon" and nate hits him in the face (im sorry, i love the chuck/nate/dan love triangle too much, i have no excuse)
nate moves in with dan, vanessa shows up to visit and check in on dan and they have a heart-to-heart (turns out after her internship in hiati, v popped over to california because ruby's band was on tour there, etc, and vanessa bumped into olivia of all people, and. apparently they're dating now and she wants dan to hear it from her, directly, and she hopes he's okay with that - with his ex gfs dating each other - and dan's like 'yeah as long as you're happy. speaking of finding your exes in a gay relationship, uh, me and nate....' & of course, v is extremely thrilled by this update)
blairena fucked in paris and will continue to fuck on return to NY but there's definitely a lot of angst because blair expects serena to dump her for one of the boys and serena thinks blair doesn't like her / is pushing her towards the boys because "what happens in paris stays in paris" but they're both definitely in love. and they miscommunicate BUT they work it out. classic fanfic stuff.
and. three days before college begins there's a knock on the door of the loft and when nate opens the door, he's greeted by a heavily pregnant georgina.
"what the fuck are you doing here?" / "i could ask you the same question. and don't cuss around the unborn baby, archibald." / "...."
dan, of course, walks in now, and he's like, "there's no such thing as an unborn baby, if you mean fetus, you should say that, because -"
and then he looks at who's at the door and he's like. "uh. georgie. long time no see, what?"
georgie grins like satan. "he's yours"
"yeah, nate is my boyfriend," dan says distractedly, and then blinks, stares at georgina, and at nate, and back at georgina again. "do you - do you mean, the kid?"
/end
#long post#prompt#jessica tag#date#i hope this makes sense#dan x nate#nate x dan#for the hell of it im gonna put this into the#my writing#& also into the#gg rewrite#tags
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