#wont need a heater in the winter tho

[snippydippy]

Golden Boy's turn!

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I finally got around to watching the clone wars so here are some Ahsoka and Anakin headcanons that wont leave my brain

They both steal each other's stuff and complain when they catch the other one doing it 

As Anakin’s hair grows longer he finds himself looking for hair wraps or something to push it back 

And he stumbles on Ahsoka's stash he borrows them mostly when she’s off on a mission so she won’t complain 

But she suspects him of doing so cause they’re never in the correct spot he also steals some of her simpler hand wraps when he’s training 

Ahsoka's just as bad tho she’ll steal Anakin’s cloaks and shirts all the time cause for some reason the council failed to give her comfortable clothes  

It all comes to a head when Ahsoka is debriefing the council and Anakin and she stops and goes “Is that my head wrap?” 

The change of topic is so abrupt that no one reacts for a hot second 

And then Anakin goes into full-on defensive mode like “What? No your device must be defective cause this isn’t yours” 

Which Ahsoka calls him out because “Jedi’s don’t lie so just come clean sky guy I know that mine. And are those my kriffing hand wraps?! Take those off you’re gonna mess them up!” 

Anakin is still defending himself and Obi-Wan is stepping in scolding them for using this line for their petty and selfish arguments  

And then Anakin says “Wait snips is that my cloak” “Don’t change the subject just cause you got caught” “No no you can’t talk about getting caught you little hypocrite that’s my cloak!” 

Obi-Wan is still chiming in half-heartedly but he knows better than to stop a full-on argument between those two 

Especially when they’re throwing each other words back at them like “I thought you said I should keep warm” “And I thought you said I need a hair wrap with all this hair” 

The argument only ends cause Windu threatens to hang up the com 

After the debriefing ends Anakin calls Ahsoka back and the argument starts right back up again 

Ahsoka always gets ready with her music playing 

And Anakin in true big brother fashion doesn’t want Ahsoka to know he likes her music so instead he’ll just turn on their version of shazam and stands by the speaker in what he thinks is a normal fashion 

It always goes something like this “Master what are you doing?” “What do you mean snips I’m not doing anything” “Oh so you’re just standing in my doorway with your device on for no reason” “Yep” “Okay when well have fun”

And in bratty little sister fashion she turns off her music and lights and leaves him in the doorway 

Later on she makes a playlist of all his favorite songs and sends a link to it 

All she hears is a grumbled “thank you” from the other room 

Anakin also plays his music out loud sometimes and it took a small amount of time to realize the songs Ahsoka complains about the most are her favorites 

He adds them to their shared playlist and ignores her when she plays those songs more 

Over time they make a lot of joined playlists

Some to work out and train to, some to hype them up before a mission, some to wind down after a mission, some to play when they have nightmares 

It’s something that they both enjoy more than they probably should 

Obi-Wan jokes that some of those playlists will be the death of him 

Ahsoka runs abnormally hot to the point where she could wear shorts in winter and Anakin runs cold enough to be confused for a corpse  

Obi-Wan Padme and Ahsoka all agree that he needs to get checked out cause no way is it healthy to be that cold 

They're both fine in their rooms where Ahsoka can blast the AC and Anakin can turn the heater up as high as he needs 

But the common room is where the bickering happens such as “Jesus snips I didn’t realize we lived on Hoth” or “I’m so sorry master that every room can feel like Mustafar” 

I also know that they both get nightmares like Earth-shaking soul shattering nightmares 

Some where they get abandoned some when they can’t save each other in time and some where they have to kill each other  

Not a lot of words need to be said when Ahsoka wakes Anakin out of a dead sleep with tears in her eyes or when Ahsoka wakes up cause Anakin is checking in on her for the third time that night 

They both just grab as many pillows and blankets as they can carry so they can make the world's best pillow fort 

Obi-Wan has grown accustomed to finding them cuddled up on the floor while the credits of a shitty old movie roll in the background  

When they get older I feel like they unlock the childhood nickname status 

Don't get me wrong snips and sky guy are their normal nicknames and will never go away but those are mostly used when they’re out in public or on the battlefield 

When they’re around people they trust like Obi-Wan and Padme you’ll hear questions like “You good Ani?” or “Be safe Soka”

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw, Parental abuse, threats of murder, threatened violence against women, sexism, A boy being told to toughen up deal, being called names

Looking for support and validation (💛📼 sorry for the emojis i want to be able to find this post once it gets answered, don't know if this counts as symbols and is against the rules, im so sorry)

My dad (45) talks about how to could kill me at any moment anytime i (15M) am annoying to him. He's been doing it since i was a child, getting in my face and screaming about how he would brutally kill me if he could. Now that i'm a little older i try to make jokes like "you wouldn't i'm just so cool and awesome, i can't be killed" but he goes on about how "i could. i could. i can. i will kill you."

I feel like this is pennies compared to other people and their parents but i can't take it anymore. I'm tired of threats and hands on me and him getting in my face and the yelling and blowing up over little things like my nails or clothes or whatever. There's a stigma for boys and abuse, and it feels really isolating... I've heard all the "toughen up" and "man up" and "be stronger" and "you're being weak" and i'm really lonely

I know so many more women are victimized and oppressed and scrutinized and abused and hurt than men and i really don't want to take away from that, but i don't know what to do. I'm so tired and stressed and scared and lonely. Like i'm the only boy out here who is being yelled at and crying about it, i can't help but feel like im being weak for crying. He keeps talking about how men are so much better than women and can take them down and hurt them and i hate it.

he wont let me have a heater in my room, winter is coming soon and my room has shitty ventilation and insulation because i'm above the garage. He said no to the heater because my room is messy (bits of laundry and wrappers here and there, i think it's pretty clean and stuff) and therefore i'm a disgusting pig and going to burn the house down and should have thought about that before i asked. I'm so cold, my body is freezing, i can feel the coldness of my hands as i type this. Every winter is colder and colder these days. I'm thinking if buying a heater secretly tho! maybe i'll feel a little less sad if i can sleep warm and cozy...

thanks for reading, sorry this went into a tangent, i tried to tw everything at the top but i don't know if i did it all right, i'm sorry. Thank you again, thank you so much. I feel a little better now that i typed all this out. I should go to bed now, nightnight, have a good day, thank you.

Hi anon,

It sounds like you've experienced these threats so many times that you've become desensitized to them and have normalized them to the extent that you feel this experience is equivalent to "pennies" compared to others. But threats on your life should be taken seriously, regardless of who says it, how many times it's been said, or even your gender identity. You're right that the culture around boys and men is to be "tough" but that shouldn't mean tolerating abuse. You're not decentering misogynistic abuse by highlighting toxic masculinity. Your dad sounds like an incel.

Hearing about the heater situation is even more concerning because it's starting to sound like neglect as well as child endangerment. I recommend that you reach out to a crisis resource such as 741741 or 988. You can also take a look at this spreadsheet with other crisis resources, as some of those include crisis resources specifically for men or minors. If anyone has any additional suggestions or comments, please feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[thenastyotherblog]

Having Vlad King & Hound Dog as BFF’S ft. Quirkless!Reader

Childhood friends.

Very overprotective, you basically have two pro-heroes being your bodyguards.

You being quirkless gives them more reason to want to protect you even tho you can clearly take care of yourself.

Absolutely going all big-brother like if someone tries to bully you.

Calling you multiple times if there was a villain attack near your home/workplace.

Since you know them since you guys were kids, you have a lot of stories to tell.

That you wont hesitate to use as payback when they annoy you.

"Did you know Ryo used to yelp like a puppy when he was a kid? It was so adorable"

"And Seki used to be so sick to his stomach when he saw blood"

They know better than to get in your bad side.

Along with Sekijiro you are one of the few if not the only people who can understand Ryo when he has a fit of anger.

And even more rare, you can actually calm him down.

You have to climb him and get on his face but you do the work.

Drinking buddies.

Playing, rock, paper, scissors to determinate who will be the designated driver.

Its a tricky job, because not only the chosen one have to deal with Sekijiro's never ending rambling about class A, try and calm down and excited/angered Ryo or keep you from doing anything stupid.

Nobody wins.

More than not, YOU are the designated driver.

Its quite the sight, you trying to drag these two drunk idiots back into your car and into your apartment.

You already know they will crash so you prepared the guest futons in advance.

If you three get drunk, you will share the bed.

Not like you mind cuz these two are very warm and nice to be in between.

When the stars align and both of them have their day off, they will chose to spend it with you.

Little get-together, where you cook some food and they bring the drinks/desserts.

Cuz they love your cooking.

"Get-together this weekend?"

"Yeah why not, is Ryo coming?"

"You know he is"

"Ok, so im gonna need to buy more meat and veggies"

SPA DAYS.

Im talking facemasks, wearing those ridiculous cute hairbands, maybe even do each other nails.

Brushing Ryo's mane.

You being the designated dogsitter for Sekijiro's dog.

"Yo, your dog loves me more than he loves you"

"Bullshit, he loves me. Come here boy!"

Dog's inmediatly goes to you.

"Told ya"

Having the exclusive privilege of cuddling Ryo.

Bet the man is soft as hell, not to mention warm, so you are specially cuddly during winter.

Ryo constantly complaining that he is not your personal heater.

Both of them having a crush on you at some point.

[cuddlecave]

is xiphoid

alright here it is, feral!prey!benr, ft. vore for warmth

very fun to write! somft...

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it had been steadily getting colder, and gords shitty old heater was having trouble keeping up. he really needed to get a new one, he knew that, but there just never seemed to be a good time--first, summer, so not really necessary, then as they went into fall, well, new mexico didn't really get all that cold, honestly. and there always was something else of more priority; groceries, team game night, getting new clothes and such for benr, who didn't have much... and beyond that, gord was just a bit prone to procrastinating.

point being, it was getting into winter now, and the weather had shifted from 'kinda chilly' to 'fucking freezing' in all of two weeks. and gord still had his shitty heater.

which, was becoming a bigger issue for his bf than it was for him. he didn't know precisely how benrs biology worked, but it seemed that benr was much more sensitive to cold than gord was. where gord was just throwing on layers, cuddling under an extra blanket, when gord wasn't around to cuddle, benr had set up a nest on top of a vent and buried himself in it. gord, of course, made sure that when he was home that benr could be cuddled up to him for Maximum Warm, but a better heater would be good.

it was a saturday afternoon, and gord had called someone to install a new heater, but they wouldn't be able to come until tuesday. gord set up the time, then hung up. he looked down at benr, latched onto him like an octopus, both of them under several blankets. he frowned. maybe he could go and get some makeshift things to last until tuesday.

he told benr he was going to the store, and benr looked like he was going to argue, until gord said the magic words 'electric blankets', and benr perked up and settled down again.

'wont be gone long, ill text you if anything come up'

-

something came up. oh, he got to the store just fine, and even made it to the electric blankets, choosing 3 that felt the softest. they technically weren't supposed to be used together but surely it wouldn't be a huge deal...

and then a severe weather alert appeared on his phone. high winds, rain and hail, and probable power outages in his area.

shit. gord rushed to the checkout, but when he had paid and looked out the window, things weren't good. he'd be stuck here a while.

gord to benr [5:17 pm]

gord: hey, im gonna be late, can't drive in this weather. the power might go out, so stay under the blankets! be back as soon as i can <3

benr: 🥶

benr: 💓💓💓💙💙💙

hopefully it wouldn't be too long.

-

it had been getting colder, and benr was unhappy about it. he was used to climate controlled places, and tho his and gords house had heating, it was shit. he wasn't used to it, and it was affecting his instincts in unexpected ways.

he and gord had been dating a while, and benrs instinct to hold and be held inside with his mate had been gradually increasing. he hadn't said anything, not wanting to make gord uncomfortable.

at first, he had been a bit worried about losing control and swallowing his bf as his instincts became stronger, but in the last week or so, that had shifted. it had gotten cold, and he wanted to be *warm*.

it was getting harder to not ask gord to down him, especially when his mate was so soft and big and so so much warmer than he was, perfect to hide in, be cozy in.

and now gord had left to get electric blankets, but. it had been like...4:30? when he left?

it was now 8:48. and the weather showed no sign of letting up.

benr had moved to the bed, to be steeped in as much of gords scent as possible, and was under all the blankets he could find. he was getting tired, and things were getting a bit hazy. he could feel the urge to go go find find his mate, but the cold air outside his nest trapped him in. he whined, unhappy.

where was his mate?

-

when gord finally pulled into the drive, it was nearing 11 o'clock. it was still raining and hailing, only just barely safe to drive (tho the store clerks had tried to get him to stay), but he had to get home.

he had texted benr past 9, but hadn't gotten any response. and he'd texted several more times, to no avail. he was getting incredibly worried, why wasn't benr responding?

he rushed to unlock the door, and shut it behind him. he kicked off his rain soaked layers and shoes, and looked to the living room, but benr wasn't there. but all the blankets were gone, so gord guessed he had moved somewhere else, probably their bed.

he hurried to the bedroom and noticed that the house was very, very cold, and there were no lights on any of the consoles; the power had gone out, as warned.

gord entered the bedroom and blinked for a minute to try to decipher what he was seeing, and turned on his phone flashlight bc of how dark it was.

all of their blankets had been piled up on top of the bed. gord circled around, but couldn't see anything. 'benr?' he asked, worriedly, 'are you okay?'

benr was so cold, and his mate wasn't here, and he just wanted *inside* but he couldn't go anywhere, he was already shivering in the center of his nest!

then he heard him, his mate!!!!! his mate was calling for him!!! his mate was *here*!! his nice warm soft big mate was here and-!!!

gord let out an oof as he was pounced on, benr throwing blankets off himself and clinging to gord tightly. gord reflexively dropped both the bag with the electric blankets, and his phone, to catch benr and hold him clutched in his arms. god, he was freezing to the touch.

thankfully, his phone had landed screen side down, so gord could still see with the dim light. benr looked paler than usual, if than was even possible, and gord could feel him shivering. he knew that getting the new blankets set up would help, but that could wait until benr wasn't an alien icicle.

gord scooped benr up and moved them both onto the bed, benr koala clinging to him. he grabbed the blankets and pulled them up, covering them both completely. it was dark again, and gord couldn't see anything, but that was ok. he didn't need his eyes to be able to cuddle and warm up benr.

he started squeezing and rubbing benrs back, hopefully creating friction and heat, as well as comforting him. the alien still hadn't said anything, only having made some small noises, and gord was concerned.

yes yes yes good his mate was here and was around him and had tucked them back into the nest. he clung to the warm and soft, and sighed and started to purr when his mate started petting him. yes. good. once his mate was sure he was okay, he'd let benr inside, and benr could be Really Warm and Surrounded and *Safe*.

his mate kept petting him. he nuzzled into his chest and throat. he'd be inside soon.

...why wasn't his mate taking him inside?

benr was purring against him, even if he wasn't talking, so gord had thought things were fine. he could feel his bf warming up a bit, with all the contact. but then, after only a few minutes, benr started shifting and nuzzling insistently at his throat, and then ducking down and kneading his hands and pushing his face into gords belly. he couldn't see anything, but he could imagine the look that went with the sad and confused whine benr gave him when gord didn't do anything.

but...what did benr want him to do?

'benr? hey, can you tell me what's up?' he said, reaching to where he thought benrs head was and then combing through the thick, soft hair there with his fingers. benr pushed into his touch.

benr huffed, and settled against gords chest again. guess that was a 'no' on the talking, then--that was ok, though, both of them had gone nonverbal around each other before. he stroked benrs back, and held him closer. benr would figure out how to tell him.

mate didn't let him in, even when he'd *asked*. he was worried he'd done something, but then his mate had sounded all concerned, so that wasnt it. he wanted to be inside, mate was *warm*, unlike benr--

oh!!! oh, his mate wasn't like him! his mate was warm and soft and good, but couldn't shape-change, he *couldn't* take benr inside on his own! he needed benr to get *small*!! benr trilled with happiness when he figured it out. he would get inside, now!

gord startled a bit when benr suddenly trilled, but became alarmed when benr just...disappeared. one moment gord is holding onto his bf, then, gone! he couldn't see anything either, and was about to throw off the blankets when he felt something touch his hand.

why was mate panicking? ...oh, right, mate can't see him. bad dark sight. benr moved towards his mates hand, and collapsed against it, nuzzling it and purring.

he froze when something touched his hand, but then felt small vibrations coming from it, and something nuzzling him... oh, my god. *benr*.

gord carefully used his other hand to feel at the thing on him, and sure enough, that was the fabric of benrs tee, the soft texture of his hair. he was probably between two and three inches tall, gord guessed. when he ran his knuckles down benrs spine, he felt more than heard the purrs increase, and benrs small body relax against him. what the fuck.

well...this would make it easier to get him warmer, he supposed. benr was still cold to the touch, and gord didn't like that at all.

he, with much caution as he couldn't see, shifted his hands to hold benr cupped in both of them. benr didn't offer any trouble, just purring, all relaxed and letting gord handle him. it gave gord a strange, tight feeling in his chest, as he held benr who was so vulnerable right now, yet seemed to trust him implicitly. it was... a lot.

he took a breath. right. time to warm benr up more. he shifted so that while he was still lying on his side, his face was upright and he was leaning on his elbows. using warm breath helped hands warm up, so it should help benr warm up with how small he was right now.

his mate pet him, and held him, and was lifting him up, closer to his slightly open mouth. yes, good, it was time to be safe and cozy. he waited until he had stopped moving, cupped hands against held against his mates face, holding benr close, and then when his mates jaws widened, he didn't hesitate to crawl past those flat teeth and into his mouth. he turned back to the entrance, and settled on his tongue, partially curled up. mmmmmm, warm....

uh. he had brought benr close, and had widened his mouth to exhale, but it seemed benr had another plan.

gord mentally startled but forced himself to freeze as benr took his open mouth as an invitation, and crawled into it. he felt tiny, delicate limbs moving around, and he tried to breathe evenly as benr settled himself on his tongue, apparently completely happy to be in the mouth of something so much larger than him that one wrong move could snap him like a twig.

it made sense, if breath is warm, his mouth would be warmer, but...he guessed benr, being an immortal alien, just didnt have the same hangups he did. gord held his jaws open for a moment, but when benr remained where he was, gord let his jaw relax closed in a more comfortable position. benr stayed calm, so gord was probably fine.

hmm, this was good and warm, but his mate hadn't swallowed him yet. benr shifted against the tongue, liking the texture. his mate was strange, and more nervous than benr, most of the time. maybe he wanted to make sure it was ok, even though benr had made it clear it was. benr huffed, amused. his mate could be silly sometimes. that was ok, tho, benr would assure him it was fine.

it was only about a minute or so when that little weight on his tongue moved again, with purpose. benr had nuzzled some, which felt *very* strange, but this was real movement. benr went onto all fours, and gord was preparing to open his mouth to let benr out, but then--???? benr turned and started moving towards gords throat.

gord stayed as still as possible, not wanting to trigger his gag reflex and possibly injure benr, or worse...*eat* him. benr just probably wanted to be closer to the warm, right?

but benr didn't stop, and gord felt his tiny bf slide down the slight incline of the back of his tongue, coming resting directly on his closed throat. uh. gord struggled to not cough or swallow, and started to try to lean forward to get benr out of the back of his mouth, but then he felt a very curious sensation.

benr was, very clearly, pushing at his throat. and when gord stilled, holding his breath, he could faintly hear a pleading whine coming from benr, muffled but emotion clear.

benr wanted to be *swallowed*.

gord was hesitant, but the pawing increased, and he needed to make a decision before his body made it for him. benr need to be warm. benr knew his limits. and hey, gord thought, if he doesn't want to be there, he can no-clip. it's not like he'd be trapped...

he inhaled deeply, and tilted his head back. he felt benr shift with the movement, and go limp as he presumably prepared to be eaten. gord closed his eyes, and swallowed as gently as he could make himself. still strong enough to tug benr easily into his esophagus, and down, down, down, deep into gords body. he trailed his hand on the bump benr made, and marveled as it just... disappeared underneath his collarbone. he could still feel him clearly, but from the outside, you'd never know gord had swallowed another being. it was surreal.

benr relaxed when his mate tilted his head back, and purred with delight when he was pulled down. the rythmic sensation of his muscles pushing him deeper only made him chill out more, and tension melted out of him. *finally*, safe and cozy time.

he fell a short distance into his mates warm stomach, and immediately crawled to a wall, burrowing into a soft fold. this was good, this is what he wanted. he let out a short burst of happy-content sweet voice, purring and kneading at gords flesh.

was that...it was, it *was* purring. the soft movements and vibration felt strange, but the clearly satisfied sweet voice told gord that he'd made the right move. if benr had been unhappy or in pain, he wouldn't be this relaxed and calm. gord rubbed his middle, where he could feel benr slowing down, and he was concerned for a moment until he felt sleepy sweet voice sink into him. benr was just falling asleep.

he felt a smile on his face as he realized that benr felt comfortable and safe enough with him to sleep inside his stomach. maybe those electric blankets wouldn't be getting much use, after all.

---

gord, having weird alien shit happen: guess this is just my life now

feral vore, my beloved...

good shit

[traumadotwav]

my brother curses at me Every time the heater turns off like its my fault personally that the house has reacted the temp set on the heater faster in the spring than it did in the winter?? like its such strange behavior, i had the kitchen windows open today cause it was lovely in the 60s and he was screaming his full head off about it and closed and locked them like i have three windows open about a crack still tho i may shut them if it dips below 40 obvi but it wont tonight, its like lovely regular spring weather here, like people are out in shorts during the day, putting on long sleaves in the afternoon, i really dont understand why he and my mom want to be sooo crusty, like i know for my brother its literally cause he wants to walk around in shorts and no shirt in that like immature way people want to when they have the heat to themselves but for some reason my mom has enshrined it as like His Right like i do think some of her im cold im cold larping is to like cover up the fact she’d gladly spend extra money, use excessive energy and be uncomfortable so her son can be childish and get what he wants over me some of its also cause she knows she can get attention when messing with the heat, she does this weird thing at the grandparents house where she pretends to not know how the heating works there its like a full rock wall not knowing thing like you lived here and youre way too old to be pretending like you need help pressing the + and the Up buttons like > > there was a time a bit ago when she was doing this see im cold brrr brr  like Very Literally doing that and shake shivering while standing under one of these awful vents that are just holes punched into the ceiling, there’s no air flow control or temp control its just like literal holes in a duct work forcing air down with  single temp control in a pocket corner of the house that gets no natural light i guess this would be fine if you had babies this house is very like take your tiny children and infants to the lake and then go back to your house elsewhere thing going on  -_- but anyway the very next day it was like 70+ in winter and muggy and everyone in the house was bastard miserable and my mom dropped the act enough to be disgruntle about it, like shes the same person who was like its 40 degrees out thats warm enough to wear shorts, she’d have her places so cold you’d need gloves indoors and now suddenly its like she had to have the heat really really high and the factors are like her age and the alarming amount she drinks but its also my brother who’s behavior remains constant about the heat vs my mom who is putting on a show, i really dont get why he feels like soooo entitled to be doing this like, its going to be 70+ this weekend so im being like extra vigilant

[gingerthesnap]

sometimes living in this apartment complex feels like living in the goddamn apocalypse. transformer blew out last night and we lost power for hours, and now a pipe burst and we have a boil water advisory. the power’s gone out more times than i can count since i moved in, same w/ water going off. this was over the summer. winter’s coming and ive been fucking researching propane heaters incase we lose power (i actually need to see if the heat runs on natural gas or electricity lol cause if it runs on gas that could save us) yet my goddamn apartment complex wont let me run one or even burn candles (like i follow that tho, lol) and i think our best option is to just bury ourselves under duvets and i feel like this isnt normal.

[ticklygiggles]

Hey baby! Can you do #43 with matsuhanaiwaoi? *blows kisses*

A/N: *blows kisses back* Hey, sweet cheeks. Of course I can, I hope you enjoy this, dear Love yoouu ♥

Also! Thanks to precious Ginny (@otomiya-tickles), for helping me out with the plot! Love you♥

#43 “Shouldn’t we be helping?” MatsuHanaIwaOi

Words: 1,480 (no proofreading because it’s 4:28 am kill me), under the cut because loooong

The muscles on Oikawa’s back extending and contracting were capable to send anyone on their knees, that’s why he has forbidden to be shirtless around the gym at college, his team doesn’t want a bunch of fangirls screaming and dying seeing the captain like that.

However, that is at school, in home, with his three boyfriends around and a heater for winter weather, he can be shirtless as much as he wants, and of course, noone would say nothing against it.

“Shouldn’t we be helping?”, Hanamaki asked, regardless of the slight worried tone on his voice, he put on his mouth a handful of popcorns, his hungry eyes running down the curve on Oikawa’s waist to the crescents of his hipbones, where his sweatpants hang obscenely low.

“Yes you should! Why am I the only one doing this?”, he looked back at the three men sitting in the couch, Hanamaki, who was in the center, holding a bowl of popcorns on his lap as the three of them keep moving their mouth, munching and swallowing. “Why are you there just eating while I’m doing this?!”

His arms were up, taking off the star from the top of the Christmas tree. The holidays were over and it was time to take everything back to the small storage unit of their apartment, until the next December. Matsukawa was, in fact, the one who interrumpted the warm and cozy cuddle session Oikawa was having with Iwaizumi to tell them that the Christmasity was gone and they need to take it down, as if it were some kind of enemy

And now… Oikawa was the only one working on it.

“We’re enjoying the show”, Matsukawa said in his sleepy voice, making Oikawa look up at him while his hands worked on wrap the cable around the star in a very messy form, making Iwaizumi cringe.

“What show?”, he arched an eyebrow and threw the star at Iwaizumi when the cable unwrapped itself.

“The Oikawa show~”, Hanamaki answered, wiggling his eyebrows. “You, all shirtless and hot, undressing that Christmas tr- ow”, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi laughed when Oikawa threw a red sphere hitting Hanamaki’s forehead.

“Stop saying stupid things and just help me”, he brushed his bangs back with a hand and pointed at Iwaizumi with the his other hand. “C'mere, Hajime. I need my cuddles”.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, but he got up, grabbing spheres and throwing them to Makki and Mattsun on the couch. “How old are you, four?”

Oikawa looked down at him, hitting him on the forehead with yet another sphere just like Hanamaki, but then he blushed insanely when it jumped back at his own forehead. Iwaizumi cackled, kissing away the pout on Oikawa’s lips when he stopped laughing.

“You are ridiculous”, Oikawa pouted again, then someone put a finger under his chin turning his head to the side, he barely saw who was leaning down to his lips, but the eyebrows helped him guess who it was.

“I wanted kisses too”, Matsukawa says after leaving Oikawa breathless with a very heated kiss.

“You are ridiculous, too”, Iwaizumi mumbled, chuckling when Matsukawa playfully punched his arm.

Oikawa rolled his eyes just one more time before squeaking when he felt warm lips but cold nose pressing against the curve of his waist; if he was unsure of what part of his body was Hanamaki’s favorite, he was very sure now, since he was, basically, making out with his waist and dammit, it tickles.

“H-Hahahana-!”, he blushed, covering his mouth and whining when the giggles escaped, that perked the attention of the other two, of course. “Sto-hop, that!”, Hanamaki grinned, wrapping his arms around Oikawa, resting his chin on Oikawa’s hipbone and smiling up at him… more like smirking.

“Ticklish?”, the tone on his voice made Oikawa suddenly concious that he was shirtless, very shirtless. “Hmm?”, a squeeze on the side and a giggle was enough to answer what he already knew.

“If you’re ahahare not gonna help do not interfer!”, Hanamaki gasped, dramatically letting himself fall back to the couch, a hand placed on his chest and a pained expression on his face.

“You hurt my feelings, Tooru”, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi giggled and Oikawa rolled his eyes just one more time, so hard that it hurt, even though, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“Don’t tickle me and I wont hurt you”, he said, coming back to his work.

“Easier said than done”, and he was right.

In the next five minutes Oikawa found himself giggling and flinching and jolting away of squeezes and pokes from the three of his boyfriends: when he had his arms up, when he was trying to save the lights from tangling (and having the lights tangling because of his jumps), every opportunity they saw, each opportunity they took.

He was growing nervous, a silly fluterring on his chest warning him about something, the teasing touches coming one after another, so when he felt a hand clawing on the very center of his tummy, he knew the teasing was done and it was time to the attack.

He was thrown down to the couch, Hanamaki sitting on his shins, facing his thighs, Matsukawa with his legs at each side of Oikawa’s hips and Iwaizumi holding up his arms.

“W-Wahait! This is unfair?”, he squirmed. “Why ahahare you doing this?”, they shrugged.

“You’re cute”, the corous of voiced sang out. Oikawa gulped, his struggling intensifying.

“It’s not f-fahahaha!”, the first one to start was Hanamaki, of course. He kneaded and squezzed up and down Oikawa’s thighs and inner thighs, the latter shrieked, letting out loud bubbly laughter as one of his (many) tickle spots was under attack.

“I think you have the sexiest thighs out of the four”, Matsukawa and Iwaizumi looked up from Oikawa’s cute scrunched face to look back at Hanamaki, who kept his tickle administration going. “What? They’re soft and muscly”, Oikawa shrieked when Hanamaki squeezed one particularly soft spot the top of his thighs. “Also very senstive”.

Matsukawa turned his head to face Iwaizumi and then looked down to the laughing mess underneath him. “He also has a cute face”, he says, admiring the tiny dimple on Oikawa’s right cheek that only appears when he’s really laughing or smiling. It was some sign of happiness and it was adorable. Iwaizumi smiled warmly at him, even though Oikawa couldn’t see him because he had his eyes shut tightly.

With all and that cute smile, though, Iwaizumi’s fingers were itching to touch Oikawa’s sensitive skin, so he sat on Oikawa’s arms, pinned them down and poked his armpits with one finger in each one. Oikawa shrieked loudly, shaking his head from side to side when Iwaizumi started to wiggle his fingers as if they were little worms trying to dig into the sensitive center of his underarms.

“Hahahajime!”, Oikawa laughed out, barely capable to form words. “Plehehase stahahap”, he snorted and cackled when Hanamaki decided to claw his fingers up on the top of Oikawa’s thighs and Iwaizumi started to wiggle all four fingers on each armpit, making him laugh almost hystericaly.

Tears stremead down the side of his face, his cheeks and neck were turning a very unhealthy red color as his laughter became wheezy and snorty. That’s when Matsukawa decided to go for the killer.

“Oh plehehehease nohoho!”, he pleaded before finally falling into desperate, yet very cute laughter, when Matsukawa started to tickle his stomach.

Pinching in the soft give around his navel, massaging circles at the muscular sides of his tummy, vibrating and clawing both of his hands on his wiggly stomach. Even daring to wiggle a finger inside his bellybutton, which was enough to have him shaking with silent laughter.

When his laughter wasn’t coming back and the snots kept burning the back of his nose, they decided to stop. Leaving him breath and shriek and giggle with ticklish aftershocks. They didn’t move from their position (just in case), while they waited for Oikawa to come back from that ticklish subspace he was sent in.

“Oh Gohohod”, he finally said after two minutes of residual giggling. “That was hohorrible!”, he tried to glare at the three of them, but the goofy happy smile just wouldn’t go away.

“You didn’t safe-worded, tho~”, Hanamaki sang, poking the hollows of his hips.

“No mohohore!”, he giggled cutely and they finally got up. Oikawa kept his arms up, just laying there weakly. “I can’t move. You have to do it all by yourself. I’m sorry”, he giggled when a rain of spheres fell on him. The laughter of his lovers echoing in the living room along with his.

After he got up on his shaky legs, whining about how was all this attack against him so unfair, he was more than happy to be around these three dorks: more happy moments awating for them.