#HOMIE CALLING ME OUT IN FRONT OF OUR FRIENDS TOO

[waluigisgaybf]

not my S/O walking up while Im trying to draw more nsfw shit on a page already full of nsfw and other suggestive bg3 sketches and in a sarcastic tone going “Wow I wonder if you’re horny, like- your arts really saying some shit right now- almost like it’s influenced by you and your brain- look at all that.”

I DIDNT EVEN HAVE A REPONSE MY ASS JUST NARROWED MY EYES AT THEM AND WENT “Perhaps.”

[kurogxrix]

ATWOW characters in Highschool + music taste HEADCANONS

(neteyam, ao’nung, tsireya, lo’ak, kiri, tuk, rotxo)

[ Modern!au, Tuk is still in elementary school lmao ]

Neteyam

Mr.popular guy at school.

Goes to bother Kiri and embarrass her in front of her friend-group everytime at lunch.

Does after school activities nearly every single day.

My boy is so academically smart.

He doesn’t need tuition, tuition needs him.

Ao’nung defo copies on his homework everyday before class.

He’s the typa guy that prioritizes school before hoes so Neytiri is so shocked (and happy) when he finally brings a girl back home.

All of the teachers love him because he can calm the class down easily.

Not in an annoying teacher’s pet way, in a way that he’s literally homies with everyone so they stfu when he tells them to atp.

He definitely listens to afrobeats you can’t tell me otherwise.

He lives for and PRAISES rema.

His favorite songs are Woman by rema, Last Last by burna boy and No Sleeping by 1da Banton.

He also often listens to old school rap like MF DOOM.

Ao’nung

He’s a player fosho.

Like not the typa player to cheat on his partner but the single typa mf that fucks with many people at a time😭.

He’s definitely into sports like basketball. I think we can all agree w that.

Typa guy to wear a basket ball uni with gold plated chains.

He teases the ‘nerds’ in every single class that he has.

Is a menace like usual.

He smells so strongly of cologne.

Typa guy that would walk around with his varsity jacket if not for him being in his basketball outfit everytime.

Type of guy that has a ‘top 3 most attractive teachers’ list w his friends.

Ao’nung listens to rap theres no other.

Not like playboi carti kinda rap no, bro listens to Lil mosey, YNW melly, blueface and dababy (unironically)

Tsireya

She has GROUPS of girls talking behind her back.

They’re all jealous cuz our girl’s perfect fr.

Has one real friend group and sticks with them.

Nobody has the heart to tell her that girls shit talks her while she’s so nice to them.

Has a stash of pads in her locker incase anyone asks for them cuz she’s a real one‼️🤞🏽.

Walks back home with Lo’ak every single day.

She smells like plumeria 24/7.

She defo listens to pop like pinkpantheress and olivia rodrigo. SZA and doja cat girly.

Lo’ak

He throws wet toilet paper balls at the bathroom walls.

Gets called weekly at the principal’s office and wonders why.

Jake and Neytiri are fed UP.

Walks around with a pair of headphones in the morning because ain’t nobody talking to him while he’s half asleep.

One of his ex friends tried doing that and they ended up w a sore cheek fr. keyword: Ex friend.

Does his homework during lunch and always gets caught by his teachers.

He gives gym rat energy but not the annoying ones (are there even those?)

He’s some teacher’s favorite just like his brother, just cuz he’s the class clown.

Bet y’all the english teacher always laughs a little too suspiciously at his dumb jokes.

As the troublemaker kid, outcast and DEFINITELY his father’s least favorite, it only makes sense that he listens to rock.

Like heavy metal and NU metal.

His favorite band is Aerosmith I can see it.

And his favorite songs are walk this way by Aerosmith and born to raise hell by motörhead (ironic enough).

Defo listens to domination by pantera

He listens to Kendrick lamar and The Weeknd at times too.

Kiri

She’s a vanilla girly.

Like vanilla ice cream, vanilla deodorant, vanilla perfume, vanilla EVERYTHING.

She defo has crystals that she brings with her everywhere she goes.

Once she beat up Lo’ak for touching her crystals but my man was just trina manifest good grades fr.

She never finishes her lunch and Neytiri considers even still giving her food atp.

Cannot live without music.

Her earphones are always dangling out of her pocket because she’s always removing and putting them back in there.

No denying that she listens to Taylor swift.

Girl is a swiftie for LIFE. Other than that she defo listens to those indie bands like surf curse and TV girl.

Her favorite songs are disco by surf curse and Lavender haze by taylor swift.

Tuk

She has the newest generation iPad because papa jake’s income is paying good.

Well she isn’t allowed to bring it to school but she doesn’t anyways.

One day she got caught cuz she was playing some barbie makeover game in class.

Flexes her new glittery bag because she can.

She shares her food with her friends that have none because Neytiri taught her good.

She’s defo the typa kid that goes to school with freshly braided hair and comes back with them baby hairs sticking out and somehow one braid just completely undone.

She doesn’t get bullied or anything she just can’t stay in place at all.

she listens to those cringe TikTok songs i’m so sorry.

She’s still in that era 💔

Rotxo

I just know he’s on the verge of crying every morning trying to do his hair.

He’s so cute like wtf.

He struggles to get a girlfriend lmao so he’s always third wheeling everything.

He’s adorable though like, how???

No cuz like this mf STILL does those weird troom troom food hacks TO THIS DAY.

Like the thing where you put fondant in an empty glue stick roll just because.

Let his inner child have fun ok.

He’s a mixed music taste listener.But he mostly listens to rap.

Got influenced by Ao’nung.

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I got way too lazy to finish or correct this.

[respectthepetty]

I need to stress something somewhere. And I know you will be able to help or even help be observe but, I have a haunting feeling that in the clips we have of Mork reading to Day, is in the future and….Mork isn’t actually there anymore . … many reasons with the scenes set up but the main things for me is the fish. There is only one in the rank now in that scene. And the book marks in the book. 1 fish bookmark, the other an avocado? And their legs are covered with a blanket. So no 2 slippers of fish is shown……am I creating narrative things that are not there or seeing things wrong? it just feels almost a melancholy scene set up in front of the tank…… and I’m scared!!

What are your thoughts pretty please?!

Anon, I'm choosing violence first, then I'll be kind.

On Spanish TikTok, or as I like to call it Tea Talk, someone stated they saw the book's ending, and it ended with Mork dying and donating his eyes to Day.

The people of Tea Talk ripped that video to shreds. The comments section was not pleased with the mentiras (lies), and Indonesian TikTok even showed up in the fray with the actual book to prove the original poster was "Livin' La Vida Loca."

I don't know how this cookie will crumble, but let me remind you of two things:

#1 - This is GMMTV.

It gave us The Shipper in 2020 at the height of the pandemic, and I think it has been correcting that wrong since.

And it gave us Only Friends in 2023.

I wanted murder and mayhem. Instead it gave everyone happy endings except the slut because apparently he had too many "happy endings" and *morality* or some bullshit.

If you are watching Playboyy, it's what Only Friends could have been if Disney BL hadn't produced it.

I might sound salty (because I am), but I'm really just trying to emphasize that GMMTV wouldn't. Period. Full stop. GMMTV wouldn't give us a sad ending to a branded pair. It will kill a mom quick, but sad times for a branded pair? ¡Nunca! For example, how did we all know Palm x Nueng were gonna be safe and sound in Never Let Me Go? Our Skyy 2. Can't have Our Skyy 3 if it kills a ship now can it?

#2 - This is Aof

The director, producer, and screenwriter extraordinaire shot Pat (Ohm) on Christmas Eve.

He killed Papang!

Hell, he killed Singto before the series even started!

Mork (NOT GAWIN, NO!) got beat up and was hospitalized!

And yet, we got a happy ending each time.

The man wants to make use cry, but he has never ended with queer trauma to do so.

Which is why there are still two fish in that tank.

And I think the avocado is a shout out to Jimmy's love of them (because who doesn't love avocados, am I right?).

So as much as I do not think the reading scenes we keep getting are set in the present,

I don't think they are setting us up for a sad future, especially because Korea already did this trick.

If you watched To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories last year, you know that shit hurt, every, single, episode,

and because it hurt, we were too blinded by the pain to notice the happiness sprinkled throughout.

The happiness we were seeing wasn't flashbacks of their past relationship or even snippets of their current one.

THEY WERE GLIMPSES OF THEIR HAPPY FUTURE!

Korea gave us The Eighth Sense and Strongberry's Choco Milk Shake, both which had the perfect premises to fuck us over, and yet my only complaint was NO POLY!

If Korea can delivery happy endings, Disney BL can too (but not the kind it punished Boston for. Never those kind). It isn't Taiwan, and it certainly isn't Japan who is ALWAYS itching to give maximum pain. This is "soft power" Thailand, GMMTV, Aof, and a branded pair. If GMMTV brought out Gawin to get Krist and Joss back to kiss a homie, I greatly doubt it would tank the JimmySea ship for a sad ending (did you get the pun?). If there is one thing I can count on GMMTV for, it's to secure the bag. Sell merch. Sell novels. Sell a special box edition of the series. Sell the ship. That won't happen if this is sad.

Also, color-coded boys in love get happy endings.

It's science.

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name. 

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now. 

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?” 

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.” 

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls. 

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch. 

You.  You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky. 

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him. 

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore. 

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?” 

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.” 

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke. 

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.” 

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away. 

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face. 

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk. 

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?” 

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.” 

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall. 

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep4 Musings - Loumand

Assad was NOT. PLAYING.

Put those village feeders AWAY, sir~! 😍 You look ready to start lactating, omg! Assad NEVER misses a day at the gym!

What happened to y'all being so in sync, fellas?

Armand seems WAY more delusional here than Louis, for once. Which is telling--Armand had long been "failing" to hold onto his coven, and his authority.

Louis reading about Death while his daughter's arguing for her life, I can't.

And this little shrug when Armand punished Claudia, omfg, he is giving weak-willed-mother-who-lets-the-mean-stepfather-run-roughshod-over-her-kids-cuz-the-peen-is-too-good-and-he-pays-all-the-bills.

So we go from Lestat's "the Meat" and Claudia's "Kill Juice" to Armand's "Cattle."

NGL, I'd be pissed if I was the coven, too. How you gon' have this dude sit there not needing to follow the rules, while all of us are stuck wearing clown makeup and having our makers killed cuz of your dumb rules?!

I REALLY like this mutinous angle AMC's using, fleshing out the tension in the coven more, cuz it really makes sense.

I get that Louis would want to be around, but omfg cut the umbilcal already! I agree with the coven: like, WHY are you there exactly? Not even the worst helicopter moms are allowed to sit in class with their kids all day, so wtf? And I agree that Armand needs to draw MUCH thicker lines in the sand. Coven business is coven business--if Louis' not gonna even be allowed to speak up in Claudia's defense, then he shouldn't be there at all. ESPECIALLY if he's gonna flaunt how much he doesn't GAF about their rules--their CULTURE.

Aw crap, you got the homie Estelle mad, too?!

You done effed up, Louis--that's the smile of a psychopath. XD

Oh, he's keeping SOMETHING tight, he ain't lyin! 😜

👀

LOUIS! The ONE time you should've lied, omfg! 🤦 It's called making a UNITED FRONT, ffs!

Louis said Hot Girl Summer--literally.

🔥🕯️ FIRE GIFT LOUIS THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ️‍🕯️🔥

Louis said it only works when he's PISSED OFF, OH LAAAWWWWD!

This bit scared the crap out of me--at first I was like the coven's gonna jump y'all in your skivvies!? 😂 Then I was like wait--was that a crew member?! How did y'all not catch that in post!?

And then it all became clear.

*crosses self* HISSSSS.

CLEARLY it's not "great," when your man's man is throwing shade at your whole setup in Louis' head. 😬 Armand, you're barking up the wrong Rebound Tree, my guy.

The face that launched 1000 undead theatre kids into a blazing inferno. THE Louis of Troy, yaaaas~!

MESSY QUEEN.

🔥 FIRE GIFT LOUIS LFG. ️‍🔥

And this is likely why Louis believes what Armand said about him teaching Lestat the Mind Gift, cuz Armand taught Louis the Fire Gift.

Oh trust, we know you do, Armand. But how much does LOUIS know? 👀 ESPECIALLY when he doesn't go on hunts with y'all.

This can only end well.... 😬😈

AMC knows what they're doing--you knooooow that would've hurt Les to his core, if he knew Lou said ILY to Armand after only 1.5 years, when he (allegedly) never said it once to Lestat in 30. U_U Cuz you don't effing deserve it yet, Lestat! It's no skin off Lou's back to say that to Armand, cuz he's not REALLY giving up anything. He's not joining their stupid coven, and he's fine with them killing him. But Lou admitting that he loves Lestat means he'd have to take accountability for his COMPLICITY in everything that went wrong in his life, and that he chose Lestat over his entire family, his religion, his self respect, his sanity, ALL of it, for some heinous blonde Frenchman, lord have mercy. 😔 It's a hard pill to swallow.

And he's REALLY in the deep end now, if he expects his imaginary (boy)friend to start keeping promises. 🤦

[satonpie]

“My homie as soon as a 20 dollar bill is involved” but unironically??

I want to be a sworn little straightie but without even a dollar in my pocket so I always have to bargain with my friends to have something to eat when we go out.

Until one of our friends jokes about me sucking his cock for a 20 piece. I get really defensive but he insists.

“You barely pull your weight with us. I honestly don’t see a reason to keep hanging out with you being a money siphon n shit.”

I’m really hurt by his words but I can’t really deny them. All I do is stay by them and ask for food… and without that I don’t really have much of a life so I don’t have a choice!

So we back into an alley and I hesitantly kneel down and wait…

“Hurry it up, fag. I’m tired of doing all the work for you.”

Silently I reach to undo his pants, the others chuckling and calling me a bitch. But I can’t shake off that this feels… good…

I pull his pants down and I’m met with his hard dick slapping against my chin, sending the others into a laughing fit while I’m blushing, embarrassed.

“Y-You guys are gross-“

This is the first time I see one up close, can’t say I ever expected to. I’m hit with the strong smell of a hard member which unexpectedly gives me butterflies in my stomach and cheeks…

“Well? Hurry it up sissy. Quit staring at it like a damn dog and pay for your food.”

Ten long minutes pass in that alleyway with me trying my best to recreate what I’ve seen in porn. Bobbing up and down with it in my mouth and clumsily rubbing it with my tongue as it goes by. He’s on his phone, disinterested to what’s going on and flicking through his favourite material trying to get off on my less-than-adequate head.

He finally snaps out of boredom and pushes my head off his dick.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that for me to keep you around dumbass”

He grabs me by the hair and holds me in front of his cock before furiously jerking it off with his other hand, holding his tip up to my dazed mouth.

“H-how’s This for a free meal you f-fucking twat”

I feel his seed shoot into the back of my mouth, filling my throat with it and leaving me no choice but to swallow. Can’t make any messes that would make him angrier…

I did eventually get my chicken nuggets and no one spoke about that moment the rest of the day. Things went by as they normally would. Except I couldn’t shake off how hard I got during all of it

When I got to my shitty little apartment, I hopped into my bedroom and fantasized. Thinking back on the affair and I got all tingly again. I touched myself to the thought, calling myself a dumb gay fag for enjoying it. Not just the head but the constant name calling and humiliation. Was i really not just into girls? No time for my dumb cock drunk brain to think though, I was too absorbed in these little fantasies.

I came… and i came again… and again… faster than any time I would touch it to the thought of topping a cute girl. My mind was all around strong men making me slobber on their fat, smelly, hard cocks. Slapping my face with it, cumming on my face and on my soft, barely masculine chest…

And when I was done, I curled up in bed and tried to fall asleep despite the post-nut voice screaming about how much of a fag I am. I cant admit this to anyone… but maybe I’ll keep accepting these little bargains from my friend ♥️

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Hope this goes without saying but this didn’t really happen (sadly 😞) I just realized halfway through I wrote this in past tense

…I Like orientation play a lot

Bye :3

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Surprise Homies!

Luke Hughes x college vlogger!reader

Sup Homies Masterlist

** I had this idea but wasn’t really sure how to write to so hopefully it makes sense & y’all like it**

"Okay boys, you ready? " You ask the guys as you finish setting up your camera. Nods come from all of them, so you hit record. You’re crouched in front of the camera blocking most of what’s behind you. 

"Sup homies & welcome back to the channel!! 

Todays video is going to be a bit different, but still fun!! I’ve had lots of people asking for a boyfriend tag, but I think those can get boring so we’re spicing it up. I have here some of our closest friends too, since we’re going to play a little game so without further ado, let’s get started.”

You step back & walk backwards towards the couch, where there’s a spot for you on the floor between Luke & Dylan. Ethan, Steve, Philippe & Jacob are on the sofa behind. As you sit down, the boys wave. Steves made a couple of appearances in the vlogs when the two of you are studying together, but none of the other boys have so they’re pretty excited. 

You plop down & Luke wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“This is Luke, my lover. Boys, introduce yourselves.” Quickly they go around & say their names. 

“So, some of you many recognize these lovely lads, as they all play for Michigan’s hockey team. Steve here is the reason I met these lunatics, and you may recognize him as my study buddy as we go through engineering hell together” You stick your hand up for a fist bump, which you get before continuing “the rest of them just want to be in the vid for some clout.”

They protest “dont lie! Dylan asked me to put instagram handles in the vid. Anyway! They’ve all been playing since they were tiny, and today, we’re going to be testing their hockey knowledge. I’ve got 5 questions, of varying difficulty for them. They’ll have 10 seconds to write down their answers on these” you grab the mini whiteboards out of the bag in front of you and pass them around 

“Okay, lets got going!!

Question 1, and if you guys can’t get this there’s no hope for you here”

“Hold up, what do we win?” Ethan pipes up “The satisfaction of beating your teammates isn’t enough?” he shrugs, “I mean yeah”

“Anyway, question 1. 

Name one of the greats who had a fun nickname. "

“What the hell is considered a fun nickname “ Steve asks as he starts writing

"ehhhh. times up. flip!!"

L: CuJo

S: the dominator 

D: Super Mario baby

E: The great one

J: Sid the kid

P: Finnish Flash

“Ethan, thats basic, so no point. Steve, who the fuck is that, Luke, Phil, Jacob you all get a point. Duker gets a bonus for being the only one to put Super Mario which is the best nickname, no question.”

“Dude, Dominik Hasek!” Steve says “oh okay, never heard him called that but” you pull up your phone “google says that was his nickname so you get a point. Moving on”

“Question 2, name Two teams to win back to back Stanley Cups at any point. Go” The boys are writing as you count down. “Done! Flip them” 

L: Tampa bay & Islanders

S: Red Wings & Tampa

D: Pittsburg, Montreal

E: Oilers, Canadiens 

J: Detroit & Toronto

P: Canadiens & Lightning

“Okay points for all good job boys. Next question, numba three!!

Give me 2 teams located in State, or provincial before you get your panties in a twist Ethan, capital.”

“Bruh I dont know geography!” Dylan complains. “Well, that sucks for you then”

“I though this was going to be stats or something!”

“So if I asked you to list the top scorers in NHL history you would get it?”

“Yeah probably!”

“That sucks for you then since I’m asking the questions. Go”

Dylans muttering to himself going “is that a capital” as the timer ticks down

L:  Rangers & Preds

S:  Avs (Denver) & Blue Jackets (Columbus)

D: Columbus & Boston??

E: Edmonton & Toronto 

J: Red Wings (duh)  hurricanes (hopefully)

P: Detroit & Boston

“Luke, you’re wrong no points!”

“Hang on, NYC isn’t the capital?”

“Dude even I know that & I’m Canadian”

“Jacob & Steve, you both get bonus points for actually putting teams, not just cities. Clearly the rest of the boys can’t listen” 

“Duker, good job you bullshitted your way through that”

“Thats my talent babe” he winks at the camera

“Question 4, What is the dumbest penalty that a team can get? “

“Is there a right answer here?” Jacob asks

“Yes, There is a correct answer, And if you don’t know this, clearly you don’t pay attention when we watch hockey together”

“Oh thats easy” Luke & Duke both say before writing 

“Time!! Flip.”

L: Too many men - can y’all not count or something (direct quote)

S: Too many men

D: Too many “idiots on the ice” 

E: Too many sticks? idfk

J: yelling at the ref (abuse of officials)

P: Too many men?

“Wow Jacob & Ethan, wow. I see how it is.”

“You know we’re normally playing when youre watching hockey right?” Jacob says in protest. 

“Well the others got it right so stop being a sore loser. The rest of you all get points. And get your shit together guys. Lukey, bonus point for the quote”

“Its not hard, you say it every time.”

“And yet, you idiots still get the penalty!! Think of poor Adam who had his hatty taken away the other weekend because you guys can’t count!”

“Okay lets move on. We’ve heard the rant before” Steve butts in before you can get too heated. 

You stick your tongue out at him but continue

“Final question, and you can get a lot of points here. There have been lots of brotherly duos that have played in the NHL” The boys immediately start protesting & talking over each other.

“Seriously?”

“Pretty sure this is blatant favouritsim”

“Oh Hell no” 

Putting your fingers in your mouth you whistle to get their attention. 

“Can I finish? Thank you. Now, there have been many brotherly duos play in the NHL. Name one duo where at least one of them has played at least one game this season. More obscure means more points, for a max of ten, so for example if you were to say a certain Canuck & his annoying brother, that’s easy as fuck so half a point. Since this requires some more brainpower, I’ll give you 20 seconds. Go”

“What if we dont know both their names?” “You’ll still get the points if you give one as long as it fits the criteria”

“Bro what the fuck?” 

“Who the hell” 

You sit there laughing at them as they try & come up with more obscure duos than the others. After 30 seconds, times up. 

“Flip em boys”

L: Mikey & Ryan Mcleod (Go Devs!!)

S: P sure Adrian Kempe had a brother 

D: Foudy Bros (CBJ!)

E: Willy & Alex Nylander

J: Reinhart (??)

P: Kevin Hayes

“Okay, honestly I dont know off the top of my head so imma google.”

“So Luke, you’re good, 2 points.  Dylan also good, three points .”

“Hey!” Luke protest 

“Shut it. Your brother plays with one of them so its not worth as much.”

“Ethan’s secretly a Leafs fan confirmed. Also 3 points”

“Philippe & Steven. One of your boys have played this season so 5 points for more obscure”

“But Jacob, I’m impressed. Even though you weren’t sure, you not only got 2 brothers, you’ve got 3!! And only one of them has played this year, Mr Sam Reinhart. I would’ve given you more if you had at least one first name, so 7 points for you!! Be more confident in your answer next time”

“Woah woah woah 7?!” Steve says

“What would it have taken to get ten?” Phil muses

“My game, my rules. Okay!” You clap your hands “Time to see who our winner is.”

You’ve got the scores on the whiteboard in front of you, just have to tally them up

“Alright, so here’s our final ranking

On the bottom  Ethan with 5 points. You did terrible. 

Not much better, we have Luke next with 6. What the hell babe, thats embarrassing for you.

Dylan in fourth with 7. Philippe with 9, 

Stevn has 10

And our winner, Jacob! With 11 points!! 

“WHOOOO!!”

“Can I just say, they’ve been alive longer than us so obviously they’d do better” 

“Ethan age has literally nothing to do with this. You just suck.” Jacob says

You stand up and talk to the camera

“Before this ends up in an argument or wrestling on the floor, Thanks for watching everyone! If you want to see more with these lovable idiots, check out the UMich hockey social media accounts. Maybe they’ll make some vlog appearances too! 

Love all you homies, see you in the next video!!

Luke pulls you down into his lap and you smile up at him while the boys argue, as your outro music plays in the video. 

Arms wrap around your shoulder and Luke presses a kiss to your neck. “Done babe?”

Smiling, you lean back in your desk chair & tip your head back for a kiss. “Just about”

“Hurry up I want cuddles” he whines. 

You giggle as you turn back to your laptop, double checking the title & thumbnail before scheduling the video to go live in place of your usual Sunday vlog. Hitting upload, you close you computer & join Luke on your bed.

“All done” you whisper before kissing him. He palms your ass, pulling you closer & says “good” before hungrily kissing you. You ignore the rest of your responsibilities to lay there together and cuddle, knowing your time like this is coming to an end soon. 

[joyswonderland1108]

Am i ranting again?

I probably am but whatevuh! 

So by now y’all know i’m on tiktok a lot of time and naturally i get a lot of videos about our boys. Thing is, i come across some “ship” videos that include either Jimin or JK with another member and the comments be saying “It’s always these two” and i’m like No bitch, it’s not AlWaYs ThEsE tWo, y’all are just so fucking blind to the “other two” that’s what it is. 

Cause i’ll be damned if being flirtatious is for some reason considered gay if it’s Jimin or JK with any other member but NOT when they’re flirting with each other.. I’m sorry Ma’am but imma need some explanation over here cause ?!!?!

And you know what’s silly? All these damn excuses that for some reason only pop up when it comes to Jikook. Y’all were adamant about the hickey or as y’all like to convince yourselves being just a “bite” (well technically speaking a hickey is called a love bite but they ain’t ready for that one) or a cover up for JK’s “girlfriend” but surprise surprise when Jimin wasn’t even brought up in the equation with Joon, hickeys suddenly became a Jimin thing.

So we over here always twisting the boys words to fit your unresolved hatred towards any possible deeper bond between Jimin and JK but my question is why is it THAT bad for them to be a thing? Cause i don’t see anyone combusting when they talk about these two being with any other member i mean.. Is the world ending if Jikook are a thing or..? What am i missing? What are we trying to dismiss their bond for? 

Thing is, they’ve always been sus 

They’ve always been a lil.. 

Fruity..

But the narrative is that, apparently, all the things they’ve been up to is such a normal thing to do with friends, besties, um.. siblings.. parents.. Okay yeah Margaret this is disturbing 

I can pretend and go along with that lame ass excuse of that being “normal” between friends but when we’re tip toeing a bit too close to sweet home Alabama i can’t follow anymore. Cause you know you won’t catch me on a regular Sunday just making out with my brother’s neck you know.. I also know for a fact that if anyone other than my so was licking my ear they’re getting my elbow right on the nose. 

“Why do you always bring up things that happened in the past? 🙄” Well i mean we always tend to talk more about the most shocking things don’t we? But truth is that there’s a whole list out there for things Jikook do every year that make me side-eye. We ain’t even recovered yet from the domesticity that emanated from a comment exchange, the whole context of it, let alone stuff that happened in front of our salads. 

You know about muscle memory right? So when your homie is teasing you, cupping your face, your initial reflex ain’t puckering your lips fam..

Bruh i’m not even going to talk about how these two be having the gayest photoshoots 

You also won’t catch me thirst trapping my bro or just canoodling in a dark corner in a party where people are supposed to be having fun with friends ya know. Now of course i ain’t crazy to be thinking that every interaction out there means something deep, there’s a whole thought process, a whole context, a whole understanding to do, a whole knowledge of the person, etc.. 

Something you have to ask yourself “Did A ever do to anyone else what they’ve just done to B?” If the answer is yes of course you can look further into it since as i said there’s also context in there and depending on that (of course we’re talking here about stuff that seem sus anything else is just that no need to dig further into it) but if the answer is no you’ve got your answer right there. 

(Credits to Dalto on Twitter)

Sure enough this is playful this is cute but this is that, as a non-jikooker you are free to see this as friends being friends you know i won’t judge you, i personally see it and it warms my heart but i won’t be jumping on my bed screaming yet.

Initially here JK was supposed to be in the middle but we all know how many times that boy tried to fool Joon into thinking that he forgot he was supposed to be in the middle lol I guess that day Joon just gave up on trying because naturally our Jikook tend to gravitate towards each other, just another Tuesday really.. Again i can see people dismissing this and downplaying it but we all know damn well that once something start becoming a bit of a habit.. You start wondering why (y’all already know why lol)

I know that this post might make absolutely no sense, literally i was just sitting around doing nothing and decided to write, i can’t even focus to make shit organized but hey.. bear with me. My point is, why are people too set on making everything BTS do gay until Jimin and JK do it together? I can understand that coming from the cult for very obvious reason despite it not making any sense but whatever, but why are other people completely loosing their shit over it too? 

[queenmoondark2000]

Yyandere moon knight x wolf male y/n

🍙 my first time so give me a break...all so you might be able to make him pregnant, and I make more episode of this..if you guys like me to,

You never understood why you feel like some one is watching your ever moved, tell one night you know why...

You and your friends "male" have moved from NYC, you never really was the type to go out especially when it comes to moveing out of City you grow and live at, but at the same time you don't like lots of people and the noise,

Some nights when the moon is our big and full you and your family and friends go out for the moon... your father is the alpha, you don't plan on being the alpha and your father is cool with that,

As you were in your thoughts you don't know your friends are calling your name "Y/N!!" You look at ray "what man?" he smiled at you "we made it..." You look at the airplane window,

"good I need some air" same of your friends laugh at you, you and your friends get out of the airplane you never really thought the city be small, especially the people that are that,

"so you guys we have all 2 years for ourselves..we make the best of it"

🍙btw you are older than your friends and your friends are Wolf to...I go back to the book,

You look at Kiki as he says that..all the 3 of you guys go and get a hotel room, as ray is talking to the woman on the desk, you feel some one is behind you, you turn around and see a male he looks cute to your eyes but all so give you vibes of a psycho,

"can I help you?" You ask the male "s-sorry I can't help but notice you" he sounds pretty with the little accents of his "yeah... happened all the time" before he can even introduce himself Rey call your name "hay y/n we got the room" you smile "good" you look back at the male "I huh see you around.." "y-yeah"

you leave and catch up with your homies.."he look cute" Marc say to Steven "he do~" he looks back at you as you and your friends leave "did you get his name?" Marc ask Steven, Steven don't say anything back it take him a will to respond to Marc "STEVEN!?" he look at the little mirror "what?" "Did you get his name?" He blush a little "yeah..name is y/n~" Marc can tall it be a long day for them

He leaves out of the apartment building as the woman from the front desk looks at them weirdly...

🍙that be it my friends I hope you guys like it,if so tall me how you like it and tall me if you guys want a two...btw if you take too long I will make a two😅

🍙have a nice night or day

[enderpearlgirl1005]

Mutant Power-suit Survivors

Chapter 1 Survivors

A man was chilling in a hallway looking up at the ceiling lost in his thoughts till he heard someone calling out his name.

"Hey CJ! Homie you present here?" CJ heard his friend ask.

He looked and saw his friend Mort standing right infront of him. Mort brushed his dreadlocks behind his ear as his dark hair and skin matched each other very well.

"Oh yeah sorry I'm spacing out after today's training session with those power suits." CJ explained, sounding rather tired.

"Ah it's alright Homie I understand those things zap your energy like crazy." Mort said.

"Yeah and it doesn't really help that my dad makes me train even harder when I get back to our assigned room in the bunker." CJ said annoyed with his dad's antics.

"Man your dad needs to chill there's only so much you can push yourself after using one of the power suits, after all they already drain you after using their abilities." Mort said.

"I keep telling him that but he doesn't listen to me." CJ said.

"Hey boys, what are you two talking about?" The two heard another one of their friends ask.

They looked over and saw their other friends Marie, and Jolie standing not too far away from them.

"Just talking about my dad, honestly now I'm twenty seven and he still treats me like a kid. I'm just so sick and tired of all of his shit and his training, all I want from him is to stop trying to turn me into him." CJ explained.

"Yeah we know... hey it's time for us to go and get our daily rations before we have to go outside and do maintenance on the doors." Jolie said.

"Okay let's go, I need something to eat and get my energy back after all." CJ said.

The four then went to the cafeteria where other survivors were eating their daily rations. The four went up to the lunch guy and he gave them their daily rations, CJ got some canned spaghetti, Mort got some mixed vegetables, Marie got canned peaches, and Jolie got some pineapple. The four then sat down at a nearby table and began eating their rations for the day.

"*Sigh* Man ever since those monsters were made things haven't been the same for humanity." CJ said.

"Yeah I know what's left of humanity has to retreat down into bunkers and survive off what they can get. Thankfully we do have power suits that can help us defend ourselves from them." Jolie explained.

"Yeah but due to them draining our energy whenever we use their special abilities there's only so much we can do with them as we'll either pass out or die if we use them too much in a day." Marie explained.

"We know girls but still it at least gives us a fighting chance against those freaks outside." Mort explained.

"I know but still if-" Marie we then cut off by an alarm blaring.

"ALERT ALERT MUTANT NEAR THE FRONT GATE! EVERYONE GET TO YOUR STATIONS!" A voice over the intercom announced to everyone in the bunker.

Everyone started to panic, some dove under the tables, others rolled around on the ground crying, and others ran off to get to their emergency stations. The four got up from their seats and ran off to their stations to help in getting the mutant outside away from their bunker. The four ran down the halls as the lights above them started to flicker. Then a crash could be heard and it was coming from outside indicating that the mutant was attacking the base.

"Oh shit! We gotta get our suits and get that thing to leave!" Mort exclaimed.

"Yeah No shit! If that thing gets in we're dead!" CJ said.

"Well what are we waiting for? We need to get moving!" Marie said in a panic.

The four then ran into a room that had tubes that had power suits in them. The suits were made of a black metal armor and the parts of them that weren't covered in armor were glowing different colors.

CJ went up to a container that had an armor set that glowed orange which indicated super strength and it had plasma blasters. Mort went up to one that was glowing green which meant, super jump and laser eyes. Marie went up to a super suit that was light blue which indicated flying and missiles. Finally Jolie went to a suit that was yellow which indicated super speed and laser shurikens.

The four then opened the pods that had the armor in it, once the pods were open they pressed the button that was in the center chest of the armor. The armor then opened up allowing the four to step right into the cool, tight, and a little heavy armor, on right away.

The armor then closed itself up and locked once it was fully on, a helmet then swung over the gang's heads and a voice said "Armor locked". A loud click was then heard which told the group that their armor was fully on and was now locked in place so it wouldn't move around when they moved.

"Okay guys let's get moving before that thing gets in and especially before Ercole gets to it before us!" Jolie said bitterly.

"Ugh I swear if he gets the mutant before we do I'm going to take a bit of rubble and smash it over my head!" CJ said annoyed.

The four then ran out of the room and down the corridors of the bunker to the entrance of the bunker. However before they reached the entrance the banging stopped and the roars of the creature also stopped.

"Oh god someone got to it before we did!" CJ said.

"Let's go see who it is and pray that it wasn't Ercole." Jolie said.

The gang then ran up to the door that isn't too far away from them and Mort used his key card to open it. The door opened to revive a dead mutant that looks like a mixture of an alligator and a parrot, which is now called a Pargator. Standing no to far away from the corpse was a guy in a suit that was glowing red. He then turned to the group and even if they couldn't see his face they knew who he was and that he was smirking at them.

"Ha looks like you losers once again are late to the party. Oh but don't worry you all can still take care of the body and repair the entrance and the door, but then again that's what you all are meant to do. While I just look awesome and kill thies monsters that are trying to make the human race extinct!" Ercole exclaimed with a large amount of pride in his voice.

"Ugh not again why every single time the base is attacked by a mutant you always get here before us?" CJ asked angrily.

"I don't know you all are just two slow for me." Ercole said mockingly and then walked past them, pushing them aside and went back inside the bunker.

"Ugh where's a rock or any bit of rubble I need to blow off some steam." CJ said as he started looking around for rubble.

"CJ dont, lets just clean up this mess and get to repairing the entrance." Marie said as she put her hands on his shoulders and stopped CJ from finding rubble and potentially hurting himself.

"Yeah Homie, let's get this over with and head to my crib to just rest and watch some stuff." Mort said.

"... Okay fine I think that'll help me feel better." CJ said.

"Cool so let's get started before another creature decides to come by for some human snacks." Jolie then went up to the mutant's body and grabbed it.

The other three followed her and used their suits to help them pick it and dragged it away from the bunker. They dragged it to a big deep canyon and threw it down the canyon, the group looked down and watched as the mutant's body fell deep down and soon was out of sight.

"Phew man everytime we use thies suits I always feel so drained man. It's like I just ran a marathon when we really just walked two miles away from the bunker." Mort said.

"I know man I hope that this can be modified in a way that our energy won't be drained so quickly." CJ said.

"Me that way we can use thies more- AHHHH!" Jolie was saying before letting out a scream when she looked up.

The group looked in the same direction where Jolie was looking and was horrified to see a mixture of a bear and a pterodactyl flying right towards them.

"RUN FOR IT MATES!" Mort screamed and the four all ran away from the mutant.

The mutant chased after them in hot pursuit looking at them like they were a tasty snack.

"WHAT DO WE DO WHAT DO WE DO?!" CJ asked in a panic.

"We just find a place to hide and try using our suits weapons to take this creature out!" Marie explained.

"GOOD IDEA I DONT THINK ITS A GOOD IDEA TO FIGHT WHEN YOUR IN FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE!" Jolie Screamed in a panic as she ran as fast as she could.

The group then found a rock formation that they could hide in for till they were able to use their weapons against the mutant. They all ran right up to the rocks and once they got close enough slid right inside of the formation. The mutant then stuck its head into the hold in the formation in an attempt to get its food.

"AHH GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!" CJ and Jolie screamed.

The mutant just screeched at them in response and tried harder to get to them. The four got even more scared as they saw cracks starting to form in the rubble. That told them they needed to attack the mutant now otherwise the formation would come down on all of them. So they all stood in a fighting position and got their suits weapons out to attack the mutant.

However the mutant then stopped and slowly got out of the formation. It then looked to its right as it heard the mating call of a female version of its own kind. It then spread its wings and flew off in the direction of the calls, drawn into those sweet sweet calls of a potential mate.

"Um... what just happened?" CJ asked.

"I think it heard a female giving out a mating call so it left to go find her." Marie explained.

"Oh thank god! Now let's get back to the bunker now before another one shows up and turns us into its late lunch!" Jolie exclaimed while speed walking.

The rest of them followed closely behind Jolie as they all went back to the bunker. Once they arrived there they began the repairs on the entrance as efficiently and as quickly as possible. After about an hour they were done with the repairs, so they opened the doors again and headed back in.

However before CJ went in he looked back out to the destroyed city that twenty years ago had many people living in them. However now the city is now a home to mutant monsters that scientists made as a form of profit for a new zoo. The mutants now drove what's left of the human race down into bunkers and they now live in the shadows doing what they can to still survive.

"Hey CJ you alright?" CJ heard Marie ask.

"Yeah... I was just wondering if there's still others outside of this bunker still alive?" CJ asked.

"Homie you know that ain't possible, no one can survive out there unless they have a power suit mate." Mort explained.

"I know but still can't help but hope that there are still others out there who are still alive." CJ explained.

"Well as far as we know the only other survivors out there are Red Alpha 10 and they're trying to get us killed." Jolie explained.

"Yeah I know... let's go in and put our suits back. I'm exhausted and I want to rest up in Mort's room and at least watch a movie there." CJ said.

"Yeah mates lets go! I got a good banger for all of you!" Mort said, then went inside.

CJ followed Mort along with Jolie, Marie stayed back a bit just to close up the doors. Once she was done with that she ran off to catch up with her teammates/friends.

(Meanwhile somewhere else)

The bear and a pterodactyl hybrid was flying through the air heading in the direction where they heard the mating call. It soon came across a clearing and saw the figure of a female. It flew down to its potential mate, once it was on the ground it walked up to the female.

However when it got there it saw that it was a fake, confused it looked around to figure out what made that noise. In the shadows a figure put a whistle they made in a bag before getting up when they saw the mutant land.

Then the parts of the power suit they were wearing that wasn't covered by armor started glowing and changing different colors. They then ran out from where they were hiding at top speed with the suit giving them a boost in speed.

The Mutant then felt something kicking them in the side. It looked and saw a human, it then tried to attack them however they used their suits speed to avoid the attack. They then used a super jump to get at a good angle for the attack they were planning. The mutant then tried to slam their tail against the stranger, however when the tail made contact with them, they stopped it right in its tracks. They then grabbed on to the scaly and furry tail as tightly as they could.

They then landed on the ground and their grip on the tail became even tighter when they had some grounding. The mutant took notice of this and tried to pull their tail away.

However the stranger didn't even budge and they then picked on the mutant and swung them around as if they were incredibly light. The stranger then started slamming the mutant on the ground causing craters the size of the mutant to form.

After slamming the mutant down about ten times the stranger threw it into a nearby building. It screeched in agony from all the pain it felt from being thrown around so much. It then looked back at the stranger and it saw that they were now pointing the palm of their hand at it.

A plasma blast then shot out at it hit the mutant right in the face blowing its head up from the impact. Parts of the mutant's head and its slimy green blood splatter and spewed everywhere as it slowly fell to the floor dead.

The stranger lowered their hand then walked up to the mutant's body. They then used their suits laser to cut open the mutant inorder for them to get the meat they wanted from the mutant. After about two hours the stranger got a good amount of meat in some good big meaty chunks in a bag that they brought with them.

After they were done with the butchering they grabbed their bag and headed back home. The stranger used their super jump to get back home quicker, while also avoiding the sights of other mutants that were both on the ground and in the sky.

They didn't want to get into another fight with another mutant as they had enough food to last them for a good long while and it'd be such a waste of such good meat.

They soon arrived at a big abandoned beach house that used to belong to a wealthy person for quite some time till they were killed. Since it is abandoned the stranger moved in with their family and turned it into a safe haven. For them it was rather nice as it had lots of rooms and they all enjoyed the view of the ocean they got everytime they looked out on the balcony.

The stranger went up to the front door and opened it, then went inside, before closing it and locking it up so the smaller mutants wouldn't get in. The stranger then took a breath before setting their bag down and pressed a button on their suit.

The suit then opened up and the stranger stepped out reliving them to be a beautiful woman with fair skin, long black hair that was grown down to her knees, and with ocean blue eyes. She was also wearing black stockings, black tight crop top and underwear.

She brushes her long dark hair aside and out of her face as she looks back at her suit. She then pressed another button on it, this caused the suit to reform itself down into a small circle shaped piece of metal. The woman then grabbed onto both her armor and her bag of meat before heading into the kitchen.

"Mom dad, I'm back from hunting." The woman said.

"Ah that's great Cyan what did you get this time, I hope it'll be good for when you cook it at night." Cyan's father said.

"Yeah I hope so as well you always make the best kind of food out there. Even if the meat isn't from a regular animal." Cyan's mother said.

"I hope so as well mom, but before I get to cooking I need to put my suit back in its holder and go say hello to Iggy as you know he gets lonely without me." Cyan said.

Her parents nodded and she left for her room, she walked through the dimly lit hallway to her room. Cyan soon came across a door that had a paper on it, the paper had "Cyan's room" written on it.

Cyan grabbed the door's cold handle and turned it, she then opened the door and looked inside her room. It had the curtains drawn on the glass door that led out to the balcony, so the mutants outside wont see her and try to attack.

There was also a big queen size bed that had two big plushies on both sides of the bed. The bed was on the side of the wall and was facing 90% to the window and the door Cyan came through. Cyan then went into her room and looked to the other side of the room that had a big desk with equipment and inventions laying on it.

Cyan has been making weapons that will help her defend herself against the mutants as well as other people. In the past others had come by Cyans house and when they saw her inventions they tried to unwillingly take her to their hideout. However Cyan didn't want to leave her parents or Iggy as they were all she had left in this world and she didn't want to lose that.

Cyan went up to her desk and placed her armor on the desk then started looking around for Iggy. She looked around her room (including under her bed), but did not find him anywhere. She decided to see if he was outside on the balcony which is where he would go sometimes whenever Cyan was gone for a long time.

So she cracked the curtains and indeed saw her iguana, and pterodactyl hybrid pet outside on the balcony. She then unlocked the door to the balcony and slowly slid it open and taped the floor twice getting Iggy's attention. Iggy looked back and saw Cyan sitting on the floor gesturing to him to come over to her.

Iggy made a cute little smile and crawled over to Cyan and jumped into her arms and she gave him a warm hug. Cyan gave Iggy some good head pats and he smiled again while stomping his foot on her leg. Cyan smiled as that indicated he liked the attention she was giving him.

Just then the two heard a shriek from a Mutant that was nearby. So quickly Cyan closed the door, locked it, and then closed the curtains. She then grabbed Iggy Tightly and hid under her bed sheets trying to be as quiet as possible. The mutant shriek soon faded away and Cyan sighed in relief that it didn't notice her. She then threw the covers off of her and left her room with Iggy in her arms.

"Hey mom, dad found Iggy, so I'm going to start dinner now." Cyan said.

She then placed Iggy on the floor next to his food bowl and gestured to him to stay till she made his food. Cyan then got her bag of the bloody meat and started the process to cook it. She first washed it off, pounded it with a mallet, then started to cook it.

Cyan also got some potatoes, and carrots to cook along with the meat. She put the carrots and potatoes in a steamer after peeling and chopping them. She then seared the meat on a pan for a while before putting some seasonings on it along with lemon juice and placing it in the oven.

While she was waiting for her food to finish cooking she collected the scraps and put them in Iggy's bowl. A thing Cyan loved the most about Iggy is that he always ate the scraps and left over foods that she wouldn't eat.

It came in handy as she didn't need to take the scraps outside to throw the scraps away. Cyan smiled and patted Iggy on the head, to which he once again started slapping his foot against the ground as he enjoyed it. Cyan then took her hand away from his head and went back to cooking her meal, while Iggy started eating up the scraps.

After about twenty minutes Cyan was finished with her own meal so she played herself up and sat down to eat. As Cyan ate she recalled the events that took place twenty years ago when the mutants first came out.

Back then Cyan was a happy little girl with her mother and father, they were a normal family and Cyan had many friends. However that all changed when the mutants broke out of the science lab they were in and started wreaking havoc on the world.

Cyan lost many of her friends from the incident and has been hiding away all alone ever since. She sighed again as she sadly enjoyed her food all alone in silence.

The reason she was also very sad is that three years after the initial mutant outbreak, her mother and father were both killed by a poisonous mutant. Cyan looked up at the other end of the table and sitting across from her was her parents' corpses that she kept as a way to try and cope with everything.

She'd sometimes pretend they're still alive and talk to them despite knowing that they were dead, but her heart couldn't accept it yet. Cyan even pretended to talk back to her mom and dad as well, the reason she pretended was that she also suffered from mutism and couldn't speak.

So when her parents died it only added fuel to the fire as she couldn't tell them how much she loved them with her voice as she didnt have one. Cyan could only talk through writing and sign language but for her it wasn't enough.

She wanted to laugh, sing, speak, scream, she wanted to do more than just make some noises. All Cyan wants is to have a voice to talk with and to have her family back with her.

Her moms warm kisses and hugs, her father's rough way of playing with her when she was younger. Cyan started to cry as the things she desired most in the world could never be given to her. Cyan sighed as she ate her meal alone and the feeling of loneliness creeped into her heart.

Just then she felt something cold and scaly wrest on her bare thigh. She looked down and saw Iggy, which reminded her she wasn't alone, she still had him with her.

Cyan smiled and helped Iggy get up on her lap, once he was on her lap Iggy curled up and cuddled into Cyan. Cyan smiled and continued eating, feeling somewhat better about her current predicament and her current loneliness.

[dogmoteeth]

The Origins of Blackthorn Creek

Friends, romans, countrymen, users of tumblr.com: Greetings, I'm assuming either this has come up on your feed or you've seen another one of my posts and you're now curious as to what 'Blackthorn Creek' is. Either that or you don't care at all and are about to scroll past, if that's you: good for you, you know what you want and who am I to stop you?

So, who am I? What's my business here? I hear you asking, and I shall answer.

I am a (wo)man of mystery, a femininomenon, if you will. I go by many names: gay idiot, loser, dogmoteeth (for all my homies who fw dog motifs, I see you, I hear you), but for now you can call me The Creator, because 1. that's what I am, and 2. it's ominous and mysterious asf, but dogmoteeth is good too.

As for my purpose here? Well, I have ventured back to my forgotten home nation of tumblr for the first time since around 2018-19 for a reason you may have already guessed by my name. Yeah, I'm writing a book - It doesn't sound as exciting when you phrase it like that but I need to let all the girls know I'm chill like that.

My book, which for now remains 'The Untitled Blackthorn Creek Project' until I think of a bad-ass name for it, is going to be a culmination of all things whimsical and fantastical. If you love small town mysteries, magical creatures, portals, the indomitable power of friendship, religious trauma and gay people then, boy, do I have a treat for you.

My inspiration for this book was based on a lot of media I consumed growing up and has been brewing in my head since I was about 5 and discovered the magical power of escapism. Now, I've decided to finally let the world go full Gordon Ramsey on my brain soup.

Here's a brief plot summary to get your noggins hooked:

Blackthorn Creek is a small town in the American northwest, specifically Oregan. It's dominated by an evangelical church which almost all of the town subscribe to. However, a group of 8 friends (gay and straight - we don't judge ✊) begin to doubt the methodology being taught, and, together in the secret under-underground basement of the church, form a safe space for them to freely live and love without judgement.

However, when high school begins, the 8 start slowly drifting apart. But, one of them, Marion MacSweeney, is desperate to reunite the group and she does... when she disappears one night without a trace.

Set from the years 2014-2024, the book will be told through multiple perspectives: one from every member of the group and also that of blacklisted journalist/author, Kate DiCesare, who is desperate to get the inside scoop on what really went on all those years ago.

I will be posting all things 'Blackthorn Creek' such as maps, character profiles, playlist and pinterest boards here on my tumblr @dogmoteeth, and the actual book, probably released in chapters, on here and eventually on Archive of Our Own (Ao3) .

Here's an inspo list, if you like any of these things consider following along for this journey:

Gravity Falls, Ethel Cain, specifically the first season of Riverdale, IT, Stranger Things, Over The Garden Wall, The Catholic Church (even though the one in the book is evangelical lol), the Trench universe, the LGBTQ community (big up my fam🏳️‍🌈), I am not okay with this and Everything Sucks.

If you've read this whole thing (you already mean so much to me and I love you) and want to follow along this journey with me I would so so so appreciate it if you would follow my account :) <3 , or don't idc (almost lost my cool in front of the ladies for a sec) but I will follow you back and I hope you enjoy my silly brainchild because I care about it so much and I'm so excited to finally tell this story.

-The Creator, (dogmoteeth) out. ✌️

[thealleydog]

Been a minute since I ranted about my life on here SO STORYTIME.

I went job hunting because this economy is squeezing your girl's nuts. Before I started tattooing during the pandemic, I was bartending since I was 21 so I got a solid ass resume. I got a job interview to bartend at Navy Pier on those big cruise boats that I had to wake up at 7am just to ride all the buses and trains for to get there by 10ish. I got the job, (Obviously, 😜) but for all that hard work and from what I heard low pay? NAH.

By the time I get to my house, I gotta leave again because I gotta hit the gym with my trainer. (We hit those abs. This fupa is going down and I'm yelling TIMBER.)

Fuck men that ain't fictional, I'm getting all the bitches.

By the time I get home, all I want is food. So I decide to hit this lovely little restaurant down the street from my house. It's a great American-Asian bistro, and I've been going there since I moved to this neighborhood. Like even the gm knows me and we talk when it's not busy for her.

Now I know I got some fucking balls... because this place is literally three doors down from my old shop and my old mentor, Hector who fucked us all over so hard almost a year ago that nine people quit on him in one day.

AND OF COURSE HE STEPS OUTSIDE AND TRIES TO WAVE ME DOWN.

And of course I wave him off because fuck you bro, I don't fuck with you and I'm hungry.

But lo and behold, I get inside, I'm talking to Karen to catch up AND THIS FUCKING PENDEJO FOLLOWED ME AND TRIED TO TALK TO ME.

Granted, he was actually very nice and was trying to talk to me like he missed me. But I was pissed so I had him follow me outside and gave him five minutes to talk. (Ended up giving him 10 but fuck it.) He apologized... for being a flawed person and having a breakdown...

MMMMMAAAANNNN, I don't wanna hear that shit. Had to let him know, So? I've had breakdowns all the time. Had a MAJOR one my first year of tattooing because of him. It's why I finally gave therapy a try again. Fuck that bitch shit, "I'm sorry I'm a flawed person and take responsibility for my actions."

So? And? Have you worked on that or don't anything to change? Rumors on the street say he's still the same. I love how after so much therapy and reading this book about emotionally immature parents and people, I've learned to see through the gaslighting. He tried to mention how he tried to call our homie Fabian (Fabian cursed him out over the phone for an hour and a half when he answered.), how he tried to change when he was on trip and not at the shop, (He was also stalking his ex for almost a year. She told me while I was tattooing her.) and he was sorry and wished I wasn't angry at him. (Bitch, I'll be happier when I get to eat. Plus, we all heard how he told the front desk he couldn't stand to look at us. The friends getting a shit commission so he can travel and pay for his ex wife and kids house. Like bet, bro.) He brought up how sorry he was when over a year ago I had to tell him while crying that he yells at me like I'm a man like he forgets I'm a woman.

So I hit him with the "Well, I accept your apology and I hope everything works out for you. I hope you do well, your family is fed and taken care of and everything works out."

This man was SILENT. Just bouncing between my eyeballs with his to buy time. So I said, "Now what?"

Because, for real - now what? What did he want? Forgiveness? Me to come back and work with him? For us to be friends like we used to be?

No. It's too late for that. When you fuck over people who are your friends YOUR EMPLOYEES who care about you and tell you THEY LOVE YOU? We all told him that and he couldn't handle it. We all asked him. To go to therapy or get on medication for his BPD. But he said he knew what he was doing. So, we trusted him because at the end of the day, he's a grown man.

But I told him I accepted it and now I wanna go eat. He tried to call me back even though those ten minutes were just him repeating himself and telling half truths. Nah. I had to tell him l wanted to go eat and eat ALONE. Just grateful I was left in peace to smack on some meat and cocktails.

Overall, I love that I'm growing. I can hate getting older but FUCK I LOVE FEELING LIKE I DONT HAVE TO TAKE SHIT!!!

Now I'm gonna pop an eddy and try to read up on some fanfics in the drafts. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[alx-magazine]

🌴☄️ 【ＯＣＥＡＮ　ＤＲＥＡＭＳ】 🪐🌊

It's about 8:00pm, I have my bags packed, sitting on the floor near the door. In front of my house there's a pretty big porch. Big enough for a few chairs, enough for a few friends.

I am sitting on this white pool-like chair with a small white end table to my left.. I place my lil Cheech n' Chong ashtray on my lap, breaking down a game blue mini. I persist to roll up a small blunt; taking a few tokes at sunset before loading the truck and heading out.

After my brief smoke sesh, I decide it's time to get my ass up and load the truck.

I have a small '85 Toyota Tacoma, navy blue with a cream colored stripe on each side, and a fine outline of deep red on the stripes. My grandfather passed that truck onto me, it was a beauty back in it's day.

Now it's rather aged, but I saw him maintain that bad boy throughout the years, so perhaps it's as good as ever. I may not be a mechanical expert but I did make sure to keep the stereo system up to date; what is a lengthy drive without some good jams ? The only downside to my truck is that it's a three seater, so I'm not too sure about how I'm going to fit all my friends in the truck; there's five of us.

I start loading up the truck; I've got my tents, camping chairs, a big bluetooth stereo, beach towels, an extra change of clothes, my acoustic guitar, the list can go on. I made sure to pack two coolers as well so we have plenty to eat. One cooler is for the drinks, the other for hamburger patties, fish, seafood, and things of the sort.

I place the last bag on the truck bed, making sure we had everything we need for the night. The sun has set for the most part, it's nearing 9:00pm by now and I'm fixing to head out.

I take a seat, placing the key in the ignition, proceeding to start the car. Before I drive off, I make sure to call and tell everyone that I'm about to be on the way.

The truck has a moderately loud cabin as I start it.

Before I drive off, of course I have to make sure there's music playing.

La nuit américaine by Lescop is the first song that starts playing .

I am dressed in some flowy black Hawaiian shirt with a cream and deep red floral pattern; loosely buttoned down some, paired with deep red swim shorts and accessorized with a simple gold chain.

I make my first stop to pick up my beautiful girlfriend; She is wearing a simple black swimsuit, some little shorts on top of it, covered in a flowy,loose, cream-colored cardigan.

As I pull up to the front of her house, I honk so she knows I'm here. I see her running towards the truck with her little bags, appearing to be excited for the night. I get out the truck to help her put her bags in the back. After doing so, I hold her closely by the waist, telling her, "Looking stunning as ever", before I give her a quick kiss. I open the door for her and hop back in the driver's seat, stoked for the adventure that awaits us.

I speed on over to pick up three more friends before we make way to the beach. There's clearly not much space so three of us sit up front, and two chill in the back, sitting on the truck bed.

Black out days by phantogram and subtronics begins playing as I'm speeding down the highway.

I roll down the windows, with the warm summer breeze blowing towards us, and my music being able to reach the homies in the back.

I re-spark the mini from earlier and pass it on to everybody else to smoke as I'm driving.

My lover right next to me, holding my hand as she is chatting away, catching up with her girlfriend.

I turn down my music just a little as we are upon arrival; It's about 10:00pm now.

Have you ever been to the beach at night time ?

It's a ghost town, just us amongst the palm trees swaying back and forth. Supposedly the tides can get quite high at night, we made sure to settle down at a safe distance from the water.

There is a concrete area near the parking lot with some tables and a restroom area. We all hop out the truck with enthusiasm; my girlfriend and our friends run towards the sand. One of my friends stay back to help me unpack our things.

I set up some music on my stereo to get the party started.

Sweater weather by The neighbourhood starts playing.

Of course, we all know this song!

Two of my friends and I start up a small bonfire with some wood we brought. The beach has some small boulders that look like nature made us seats. Regardless we'll be fine because we have camping chairs as well.

By the fire, we proceed to spark up an enormous backwood, gifted by one of my friends.

My girlfriend is crawled up in between my arms and legs, as we're sitting in unison. The blunt gets passed around the circle; She looks so pretty with her lips blowing out the smoke in my direction, giggling with her eyes barely opened.

We are all telling outrageous tales and laughing up a storm; I hold my girlfriend a little tighter as I'm admiring her cute laugh. It's funny seeing her stoned, considering this is a once and a blue moon moment for her.

Upon the open flame, we all help out in grilling some burgs, fish, and shrimp on skewers. Some of my friends crack open some wine coolers; tonight, I'll just stick with a cold can of Guarana.

Boys Latin by Panda bear starts playing next as we are stoned around the fire.

One of my friends surprise us by pulling out a bag of shrooms; talk about unplanned adventures.

My girlfriend and I aren't frequent trippers in the slightest but we figured why hold back on a night like this.

At this point and time, we have all dispersed from sitting around the fire; we are dancing, floating around the sand like atoms.

Velvet skies by Palma players starts playing as we are playfully running around in the sand.

My girlfriend and I are slow dancing to this song; we are looking at each other, reading each others soul with great intimacy. It's almost as if she's undressing me with her eyes.

The night is warm but the water is a bit chilly.

At this point we have all ran towards the ocean and began playing in the water; laughing away with childish joy.

As we run back towards the sand, we are shivering for our towels to keep us warm. Thankfully there's a bonfire to do so as well.

I proceed to turn off the stereo for a moment.

I'd figure I pull out the guitar now and start jamming with friends. We all take turns freestyling and doing poetry over my guitar. One of my friends pull out a tambourine to add rythmn to the session. I'm playing samba-like melodies, in Brasil this would be considered "Poesía acoustica".

After the jam session slows down some as we all get a little more sleepy, I decide to turn the music back on.

NFWMB by Hozier starts playing as I start rolling up another blunt.

My girlfriend, the non-stoner she is, takes the honors of sparking it up.

I kiss her after she blows the smoke straight at my face; my puny eyes light up in the sight of her beauty, I then let out one cheeky smile.

Kiss me again by The drums starts playing next as the smoke session comes to an end.

Some of our friends are laying down on some blankets and towels on the sand.

My girlfriend and I sneak off a bit into the distance, dancing closely to each other underneath the starry, moonlit night with waves crashing nearby.

We are dancing quite silly to this song in particular, as I "kiss her again, kiss her again, kiss her again."

Everyone is still laying down on the blankets, so we decide to settle down and lay right next to them.

With her in my arms, laying her head on my chest, we are looking up at the stars, taking a breath, getting lost in the sky.

At this point it's a bit passed 2:00am, the night is dying down, the trip has descended greatly; with her head laying on my chest, I notice she's drifted off to sleep.

I carry her off to our sleeping area so we can finally call it a night.

Sleep sound by Jamie xx is playing as I'm carrying my girlfriend with our friends all walking towards our tents.

The music slowly fades away as the scene too fades.

Whether it's a cozy cabin, entourée de neige,

Looking out the window, viewing the city night skyline,

A beautiful spring day on a farm,

Or a sunny day at the beach,

Whenever we're together, I'll feel at peace,

And tonight the beach brings nothing but the upmost ocean dreams.

- Alex M.

[totiredtowrite]

oikawa request? 👀 can I get uuuuuuuuuuh oikawa’s in love with reader but reader straight up doesn’t get it like oikawa kisses his cheek? he’s like “oh shit we kissing the homies goodbye now? bet” sorry I love himbos lmao

Helpless

Warnings - Just my main hoe oikawa and some cursing, also it's hinted that reader is shorter than oikawa so beware ig?

Note: I got a similar request, so I just decided to lump them both together to get one massive himbo reader and Oikawa's even massiver crush on you

Male Reader

Oikawa calls you a himbo a lot.

You aren't too sure what the word means, but you assume that he says it as a term of endearment judging by the smile on his face whenever he says it. It was almost like calling your best friend an idiot, or your boyfriend a doofus.

Whatever the case was with him, you didn't mind. Having a nickname from one of your best friends makes you feel all bubbly and happy, so there isn't a need to put too much thought into it anyway.

You hummed out of habit when you arrive at the gym. The tall ceiling and polished floors always made you feel right at home. Your dopey grin grew wider at the sight of Oikawa and Iwaizumi setting up the net.

Jogging up to them, you reach up to rest your hand on Oikawa's shoulder.

"Hi Tooru-kun!" You say cheerfully, eyes sparkling at him.

"(Y/n)!" He said, his voice cracking a bit. Iwaizumi muffled a laugh and continued with what he was doing. You, oblivious to Oikawa's reddening face, just turned smiled at him with a look that could only remind him of an adoring puppy.

He turned his face away from you to attempt to hide his blush.

"Shouldn't you be getting changed?" Iwaizumi says with an annoyed eye roll in an attempt to save Oikawa's pride. He isn't heartless after all, Oikawa's pathetic struggle was even hard for him to watch.

You shrugged. "I just wanted to say hi to Oikawa first!" You take your hand off of his shoulder. "I'll get changed now!" You grin, and wave at them before turning to go to the club room. Oikawa let out a heavy breath and banged his head against the net pole.

"Cut that out Shittykawa! We wouldn't want you to loose more brain cells..." Hajime muttered that last part quietly.

"Iwa-chaan, what can I do!" Oikawa whined. "He's just too perfect!" And too dumb to notice, but that little detail doesn't need to be said out loud.

Iwaizumi hums. "Well maybe it's a blessing in disguise. You almost outed your stupid ass in front of him."

"Always so mean Iwa-chan," Oikawa pouted mockingly at him.

Iwaizumi was right though. He almost gave himself away. (Well, not really, you would probably just assume he was sick).

How could he not be in love with you though? You always made sure he was doing okay, checking up on him, making sure he wasn't overworking himself. You always gave him that beautiful bright smile, and came to say "hi" or "good morning" whenever you saw him. It's not like he was never going to tell you! He just had to figure out how to do it!

"Why not just be direct," Matsukawa had suggested a week ago, "Do something that he couldn't misunderstand." Oikawa furrowed his brows and huffed as that interaction came to mind. 'Direct.' Like what? It's not like Oikawa could just walk up to you and kiss you! That'd be insane, He reasoned to himself as the rest of the team started lining up for drills. Wouldn't it?

~~~

Oikawa was going to kiss you.

In an attempt to reason with his seemingly outlandish idea, he told hinself that it wasn't a full on kiss kiss. Just on the cheek or something. That should be complex enough to get his feelings through, and simple enough for you to understand.

After dwelling on it all throughout practice, Tooru practically had stars in his eyes. His eyes were on you the whole time, focusing on your power and how concentrated you look when you play. He wondered what it would be like to finally kiss you.

He was fully energized after ending practice, bouncing on his heels while everyone else was tuckered out.

"What's up with him?" Hanamaki snickered.

"He's finally thought of a plan to confess to (y/n)," Matsukawa responded bluntly, taking a swig out of the blue water bottle he had in hand.

"S'about time," Iwaizumi muttered, looking irritated.

"Let's just give them some space," Matsukawa shot a coy smile at the other two. "We wouldn't want to embarrass our captain."

~~~

"(Y/n)!"

You turn around, startled by the sudden loud noise before looking up to see Oikawa, a focused and determined look on his face.

"Hiya Captain!" You said. "What do you need? You look kind of scary just standing there you know," you laughed.

Oikawa didn't say anything, choosing to replace any possible words with action as he moved towards you.

You nervously fidgeted. His lack of words and eerie movement unnerved you a bit. "Am I in the way of something?" You asked, sudden worry on your face, "I can move if you'd... like..." You trailed off as Oikawa brought his hand to your cheek, resting his thumb on your jaw so he could push your head to the side. "Tooru?" You said, voice much softer now.

He still didn't say anything as he leaned down to plant his lips on your cheekbone, moving just close enough for you to feel his body heat. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, and on the thinner side. It felt oddly nice, the way his lips were warm on your skin. When he pulled back, retracting his hand from your face, he smiled triumphantly.

"Oooh," you said, face lighting up with realization. "We're kissing our friends now? I mean bet, I'll get the jump on you next time!" You had a big grin on your face, one thumb pointed back at you.

You still didn't get it? Seriously? All that planning for you to chalk it up to some regular "kiss the homies" bullshit?

"Oh enough of this," Oikawa said suddenly, grabbing the back of your neck and slamming his lips to yours. You made some kind of surprised noise, the speed and suddenness throwing you off. He unintentionally tugged you closer, his long fingers weaving their way into your hair where yours were gripping his shirt at his waist.

When the two of you finally pulled apart, you stared at him with wide eyes. Both of your faces were no doubt red. "Oh," you start slowly. "Well if you liked me you should have just said so!" You gave him that puppy-like smile again, and wrapped your arms around his waist to bring him into a bone crushing hug.

Oikawa sighed, palming his own face. What a hassle, he thought as he returned your embrace.

He didn't know what kind of an answer that was, but he decided that it was a "yes." After all, you were the one who kissed him back.

[cinnaminsvga]

Hug-o-gram | Yoongi

→ summary: 

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending hugs to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to scream, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: 13.3K → a/n: another commission by the lovely @jincherie​ because she’s epic like that!! she literally just told me to write whatever the hell i wanted and well... yoobie got me Good... anyway here’s more yoongi fluff bc apparently i’m a fluff writer now and sometimes i just want my boy to be happy... appa yip yip

Kim Seokjin makes a lot of good decisions. He also makes plenty of bad ones, but he likes to think the score is lying heavily towards the positives. Min Yoongi will be the first one to quickly disagree, but Seokjin doesn’t let it get to him. He doesn’t make it his business to listen to opinions that don’t immediately align with his, anyway; he likes to call it “selective hearing.” Yoongi calls it stupidity. Either way, the point still stands: Seokjin knows a good idea when he sees one. Case in point:

“This automatic popcorn machine is absolutely divine,” Seokjin moans, his mouth agape as he waits for the Mister Popcorn Robot to bestow him with another morsel of goodness.

“Yeah,” is Yoongi’s verbose reply. He also has his mouth agape, his prone body lying side by side with his roommate of four years in their small living room. Their roomba (another one of Seokjin’s good ideas) cleans all around them, its steady whirring serving as their only source of background music. “Lowkey though, I think our position isn’t quite… as optimized as it could be.”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, as he drapes his leg over Yoongi’s. His movement jostles the surrounding popcorn halo around them, as most of the food had missed their mouths by a couple of centimeters. At this point, the roomba has probably eaten more of the popcorn than the two of them combined.

“Nothing,” Yoongi shrugs, or whatever might be the lying down equivalent of a shrug. Some of the popcorn on his chest falls down, only to be quickly devoured by roomba-chi. Yoongi stares at the ceiling, tracing shapes out of the cracks that Seokjin had accidentally made when he tried using a pogo stick indoors. He points up, catching Seokjin’s attention. “Hey, hyung. Doesn’t that look a bit like Y/N?”

Seokjin squints. “You mean the mysterious brown stain near the lights? I think the toilet from the elderly couple upstairs might have leaked that.”

“No, you dipshit. The squiggly curve over there. It reminds me of her smile.” Yoongi says. There’s a stupid dopey grin on his face and Seokjin wants nothing more than to wipe it off.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Seokjin groans, turning over to envelop Yoongi in a sweaty half-armed hug. The buttery residue on his arms and stomach leaves something to be desired, but Yoongi doesn’t scoot away. He only continues to sigh dreamily, staring mindlessly at the image of you that only his lovelorn brain can imagine.

Seokjin slaps Yoongi in the face. “Dude, get a fucking grip,” he grouses, giving Yoongi a serious look. The younger doesn’t break out of his trance, further irritating him. “Will you stop pining in front of my popcorn? It’s seriously making roomba-chi lose her appetite!”

To his credit, roomba-chi did seem to be slowing down, though that could also be because it had overloaded with popcorn and was seconds away from exploding. Wouldn’t be the first time, but Seokjin always managed to find a way to save roomba-chi from imminent death. She was like a daughter to him.

“Hyung, you know I can’t. I just… God, I really like her, you know?”

“That’s the third time you said that within the last hour. Believe me, I know.” Seokjin groans, shoving Yoongi away. He sits up, reaching over to the popcorn machine and switching it off. He grabs a fistful of fallen popcorn from the ground and shoves it inside Yoongi’s mouth. “There. That should shut you up.”

“Aw weawwy wike hew, hwung.”

“And yet, you still haven’t done anything after four years,” Seokjin tuts, finally standing up. He stretches his limbs, his joints creaking youthfully. He grabs his phone from the coffee table, nearly dropping it from the butteriness of his fingers. The clock reads 4:32 PM, which means–

“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…

Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…

It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.

“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.

“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.

“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.

Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.

As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.

“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.

Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.

“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.

“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.

Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–

“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.

“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.

Back to the matter at hand––

“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.

From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbows. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”

“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.

Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.

He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.

There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.

It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––

“Hyung, let me come with you to work today,” Yoongi decides, walking over Seokjin’s prone body to their shoe rack. He slides into a pair of sneakers, his harried movements unusual for his customary lethargicness. He grabs a coat from its hanger, stomping his feet to get Seokjin to move faster. “C’mon! We have hugs to deliver.”

“Woah woah woah! Slow down there, Simpimus Prime.” Seokjin gets back up to his feet, skipping over to him. An absolutely feral grin is stretched upon his face. “Am I hearing what you’re saying? Are you offering… to deliver hugs with yours truly? Are you finally going to take up my offer to be an employee at Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service?”

“Of course not,” Yoongi scoffs, but his shifting eyes betray him. He fidgets in place, refusing to return Seokjin’s eager gaze. “I just… wanted to go out for once. Yeah.”

“Yoongi.”

“What?”

“You haven’t left this apartment other than to go to class in over a month. You never go out. You’re an indoor cat!”

“I’m not a fucking cat,” Yoongi hisses, like a cat. “And of course I go out! There was that one time I went outside to pick up our food delivery last week.”

Judging from Seokjin’s unimpressed stare, Yoongi’s excuse doesn’t cut it. Yoongi flaps his arms around, defeated. “Okay, fine! I rarely go out! Screw me and the bounteous crapload of assignments I have due! It’s not my fault I don’t have the time to socialize and have fun. What do you want from me?”

What Seokjin wants is to push a confession out of Yoongi, not because he needs the confirmation, but mostly because he just wants to annoy Yoongi and say “I told you so!” He’s also pretty cute when he’s all blushy and tsundere whenever he talks about you. Should he film him and sell the footage on eboys.bb? He’s certain that goth boy over here would make a pretty penny.

“You like krabby patties, don’t you Squidward?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” Yoongi sniffs, nose upturned. He opens the door, not looking behind him to see Seokjin’s triumphant expression. “C’mon. Y/N’s last class of the day ends in a few minutes and we might catch her before she leaves the Science Building.”

Seokjin snorts. He is quick to slip his own coat on and he follows soon after. He locks their door shut, hopping over to Yoongi and matching his shorter-legged pace. “Yeah. Because you totally just know her schedule at the top of your head. You know, like a normal person.”

Yoongi ignores him. He trudges on, each step filled with determination as they make their way to Seokjin’s beat-up truck. Seokjin skips alongside him, observing the younger boy and placing bets inside his mind. The drive to campus isn’t that long as it only takes around 10 minutes to get there, but Seokjin guesses that Yoongi’s defenses will begin to chip away only 3 minutes into the drive.

He’ll start to realize the gravity of the situation, the cogs in his smooth and slushy excuse of a brain slowly comprehend what he’s about to witness. He’ll first think about how 1) he’s going to see you and that never helps his poor dainty grandpa heart and 2) he’s going to see you hugging Seokjin as he reads to you the short love confession from your anonymous Romeo. Seokjin bets that after 8 minutes, Yoongi will start to break out into a sweat, leaving gross perspiration marks on his good car seat leather.

After exactly 7 minutes and 34 seconds (Seokjin was keeping track of the time on his dashboard), Yoongi’s face turns an unflattering shade of green. “Dude. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Yoongi had originally offered to drive the two of them to campus, but Seokjin had the good foresight to refuse. Had Yoongi been the one on the wheel, he would’ve brought them back home in an instant due to nerves. So instead, Seokjin speeds up, ignoring Yoongi’s soft whimpers of defeat.

“Too bad, but there is no turning back now. I have six deliveries today and I am not putting my livelihood on the line just because your balls have magically shrunk in size,” Seokjin snickers. He glances at Yoongi from the corner of his eye and feels the slightest touch of pity for the pathetic fool beside him. “But if it really makes you want to shit yourself from anxiety, we could save Y/N for last. Though, on second thought… That could also prolong your misery, which I will always be up for.”

“God, shut up,” Yoongi groans, slamming his head on the dashboard. Seokjin continues undeterred as he pulls into the campus parking lot, waiting for his friend to make up his damn mind for once in his life. He supposes that he is being a little harsh on Yoongi, but there are only so many sad love songs he can listen to without going completely insane.

Aren’t you tired of being nice? The demon on his shoulder cajoles, shoving the corpse of his angel counterpart somewhere down a ditch. Don’t you just want to go apeshit?

And who is Seokjin to deny his impulsive needs anyway?

“No, let’s… just get this over with,” Yoongi decides, head still smushed against his dashboard. He doesn’t make any move to get out of the car, not even when Seokjin shuts off the engine and makes a show of “leaving” Yoongi behind.

“Okay, lover boy. You have ten seconds to get your butt into high gear before I’m leaving you behind. And you should know that I’m not above playing dirty and giving Y/N the sweetest fucking hug of her life that will make her forget anyone else exists in this world, so you better start moving before I–”

Like lightning, Yoongi scrambles out of the car faster than if it had caught on fire (and Seokjin’s car has exploded before and Yoongi certainly did not seem as bothered to escape than he does right now.) He nearly trips over himself in his haste, getting caught by the car door and nearly receiving a concrete facial to boot. He straightens up with as much dignity as he can muster (which he doesn’t have very much of, if at all.) Seokjin is kind enough not to mention anything, but the shit-eating grin on his face is enough to make Yoongi bristle.

They exit the parking lot, looking to the world like the sun and moon had turned human for the day. Min Yoongi, with his all-black attire and gaunt appearance, is heavily juxtaposed with the man who appears to have been vomited on by a rainbow. They walk side-by-side together, accustomed to the stares that often come their way when they go out in public.

“I just can’t believe we’re doing this,” Yoongi moans for the umpteenth time, his movements stilted like a robot. His footsteps look heavily disjointed like his knees were beginning to rust. His arms swing like a pendulum, adding to the unnaturalness of his motions. Basically, he looks like a fucking idiot.

“Who are you calling an idiot?” Yoongi snaps. Seokjin startles a bit, realizing belatedly that he’d said that out loud. Not that he cares. Yoongi continues, “I’m not the one wearing a fucking cardboard sign that looks like a toddler made it with macaroni and glitter!”

“Hey, Taehyung told me it looked good,” Seokjin sniffs, fingering the macaroni pieces dejectedly. “I don’t need to hear an opinion from a Music major.”

“Shut up, Business major. No one likes you fucking snakes,” Yoongi retorts, crossing his arms. “Your definition of fun is going on LinkedIn and using Excel sheets.”

Distracted by their own quarrel, neither of them notice the sound of the large clock in the middle of campus that chimes every hour, signaling that it was already 5 PM. A few minutes later, hoards of students begin to leave university for the day, the walkways beginning to fill with people as they head home. Amidst the chattering and bustling of everyone trying to get out of the crowd, it is hard to notice that you are also one of the hundreds of people finishing your last class of the day.

But Yoongi notices, as he always does. Call it Y/N intuition, or whatever. “There,” Yoongi points you out over dozens of heads. Seokjin can hardly spot you, but he trusts Yoongi’s weird Y/N-dar to find you without fail. People have begun to notice the two of them, most of whom were whispering excitedly when they notice that Seokjin is in his work attire.

“Oh my god, someone’s getting a hug-o-gram! I wonder who…”

“Have you ever ordered one? I got one for my current girlfriend last month and that’s how we got together.”

“I’ve always wanted to send one, but the prices are insane! Fuck them business students and their capitalist ways.”

“Screw sending a hug to someone else! I wanna order a hug for me. Kim Seokjin is a hot piece of ass.”

(Yoongi swears the last comment had sounded eerily like Seokjin himself, but the older boy’s mouth hadn’t moved in the last minute.)

“Alright, Yoongi. Here’s the plan,” Seokjin leans closer to Yoongi, stage whispering into his ear. Everyone within a six-foot radius is eagerly eavesdropping, not even bothering to pretend that they aren’t. It’s common knowledge that Seokjin basks in their attention, anyway. Yoongi rolls his eyes, urging him to get it over with.

“Y/N is over there, right? Well, I have to send a hug to this guy named Mark Lee too, who just so happens to be over there,” Seokjin points behind them, in the opposite direction of where Y/N was heading, “so here’s my proposition. You go over to Y/N and deliver the hug for me, while I go catch up to Mark so that we can kill one bird with two stones!”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi wheezes, pushing Seokjin away from him. His eyes bug out. “Are you insane? I am not doing that. And the phrase is ‘killing two birds with one stone,’ you fucking idiot.”

“Same shit, Shakespeare! Who cares about numbers!” Seokjin exclaims, exasperated. “Listen, would you rather you hug Mark and I hug Y/N?”

“I would much rather prefer that I stick my whole fist up your anus,” Yoongi seethes.

“Interesting proposition, but maybe for a later time,” Seokjin says, not missing a beat. “Listen, dude. The longer we prolong this little bitchfest you have going on, the farther away Y/N is gonna get. You know I will stop at nothing to deliver her hug anyway, so would you rather you miss your chance right now when I am so magnanimously offering you a shot at getting closer to your crush?”

Even though Yoongi feels like his insides were slowly turning into mashed potatoes, he knows that he had already made a decision long before they left the house. Seokjin is right; this is a good opportunity for him, whether he is willing to admit it out loud. Perhaps it is just because it is Seokjin of all people who is egging him on that preprogrammed him into thinking that this was a bad idea. In all seriousness, it was just a hug, nothing fancy. It isn’t like Yoongi was going to have to kiss you––

(His heart contracts and Yoongi wonders if he’s having a stroke. The thought of your soft lips connecting with his is enough to cause the wind to knock out of his chest. God, Yoongi is so screwed.)

“Why must I always feel as though I am a snail and God is personally salting me,” Yoongi groans, stepping away from Seokjin and heading your way. Behind him, Seokjin hollers in what he assumes is friendly support, but it only further antagonizes Yoongi. The absolute buffoon waves enthusiastically from behind him, a beaming grin almost ready to split his face in two. Yoongi flips him off without looking back.

God fucking dammit. The closer that Yoongi is to approaching you, the stronger the urge to just evaporate like ice cream on hot concrete becomes. He can feel himself perspiring from every corner of his body and he just hopes that his black attire will do well to mask the slimy creature that he is underneath his clothing.

This is all Seokjin’s fault, Yoongi reminds himself. If he hadn’t started this stupid hugging service in the first place, then no one would have ordered a hug for you in the first place. Then Yoongi wouldn’t have to be in this stupid predicament either!

But you could’ve ordered a hug for her if you wanted to, says the annoying part of his brain – the same part that’s always been a little bit too hopeful for Yoongi’s liking. The whispers continue, And she wouldn’t even know it would be you! But more importantly…

“Seokjin wouldn’t know either,” Yoongi huffs irritably because he knows it’s true. The biggest thing stopping him from ever making a move on you, other than his debilitating fear of rejection and heartbreak, is the fact that he’d rather explode into spores than for Seokjin to find out that he’d used his “genius” business idea to get the girl of his dreams.

He’s afraid that one day, Seokjin would magically develop telepathic powers (a fear that Yoongi feels that the majority of the human population should also share) and find out that Yoongi doesn’t actually think his hug-o-gram service is dumb. It’s actually really cute, and Yoongi hates to admit that the success rate of his service is nearly perfect in terms of getting couples together.

But Yoongi is a strong (read: stubborn) man; he’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin the satisfaction of seeing his business work out for his seemingly hopeless case. Which brings him to the present–

You’re standing by the entrance of the Sciences building. You are dressed nicely as always; Yoongi doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in anything remotely slobby, not even a pair of sweats like any regular uni student. You always look a little bit business proper: the epitome of someone who should be on the student council.

You’re speaking to someone, a younger male student by the looks of it. The hairs on Yoongi’s neck stand at attention and, God forbid, did he just fucking growl? Did he make that sound? By the looks of the students carefully navigating their way around him, Yoongi surmises that he did make that sound. Geez, is he some sort of animal? Is he going to turn into those feral stan accounts on Twitter that salivate over their K-pop boys like it’s their job? He hopes not.

But what if that’s the kid who sent the hug–

Yoongi shuts up his brain before he can let it finish. No, he can’t let himself go down that path. It’ll only cause him to self-combust right then and there, and he isn’t exactly keen on letting you see his entrails anytime soon. That would be the least cool thing to do, he decides. And so, with his brain turned off, he walks over to you, arms swinging robotically by his sides as he forces himself closer.

“Oh thank you so much, Y/N! You’ve been a real help to our club, you know?” The boy (Yoongi can’t believe they’re letting toddlers into university these days!) says, his eyes glittering with an ambition that still hasn’t been killed by the all-consuming dread that comes with university.

You laugh lightly, the sound causing butterflies to flutter excitedly in Yoongi’s chest. “No worries, Soobin. I’m glad I could be of help. If the editorial board needs any more help, don’t be shy to shoot me a message, alright?”

Soobin nods enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down so quickly that Yoongi was afraid his neck would snap. “No worries, Y/N! Have a good rest of your week!” He waves a cheery goodbye, springing away with his numerous anime keychains on his backpack jingling softly in his wake.

“What a cute kid,” you sigh. You look incredibly fond, and Yoongi hates the bitter coil swimming in the pit of his stomach. That feeling soon fizzles out when you finally turn to face Yoongi. Your eyebrows shoot up, but your expression quickly morphs into one of pleasant surprise. Yoongi’s heart stops for just a moment, feet turning cold. “Yoongi! Oh my goodness, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen you! How’s it going?”

Let’s play a game, shall we? How many of Yoongi’s nervous ticks can you spot within the next five minutes? Think of this as the easiest game of Where’s Waldo ever!

“Hnng,” Yoongi stammers, his hand immediately going to scratch the back of his neck. His cheeks pinken, pupils shaking in every different direction as they try to focus on anything but you. It always feels like he’s standing way too close to the sun when he’s around you, hardly able to keep his gaze focused on you. He chooses to stare resolutely at your chin, but even your fucking chin was impossibly cute.

Seriously? Yoongi is a walking shitshow! His inner voice comes back, but this time it sounds uncannily like his roommate. Come on, buddy. Just say hi… You know, like a normal person. “H… Hey, Y/N.”

Success count: 1 point for the Yogurt Machine!

Even though Yoongi felt like he was living his worst nightmare, you still looked every bit like his favorite daydream. You are all smiles, seemingly unperturbed by Yoongi’s slow, embarrassing demise. “It’s so good to see you! Midterms haven’t been too hard on you, I hope?”

“I’ve been better,” he says. Better now that you’re here, he leaves unsaid. God, can you imagine if he said that out loud?

Your mouth drops open, soft cherry blossoms blooming across your cheeks. “Um, what did you say?” you squeak, embarrassed. But certainly not as embarrassed as the boy in front of you.

Yoongi stops breathing. He did not say that aloud, had he? Judging by the awkward silence stretching between the two of you, the signs are pointing to: yes. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygo–– “Er, what I mean to say is,” Yoongi stutters through his sentence, his entire body flushing fire engine red like it’s nobody’s business. He must look like Satan’s spanked ass right now. “I… I’m here to deliver a hug!”

Confusion quickly replaces the shock on your face. You tilt your head, brows scrunching up cutely. “A hug?” you ask.

“R-right,” Yoongi says, waving his arms around because he has nothing else better to do. He gestures vaguely in the opposite direction, where Seokjin had left to find his other clients. “I’m, uhh… Helping my roommate. Have you heard of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram service?”

“Oh, yeah!” You hop excitedly in place, looking to all the world like the cutest thing in the universe. Yoongi thinks you should be classified as a public hazard, what with how you’re somehow able to give him diabetes just from standing next to him. “I totally heard about that! I’ve always wanted to send a hug, but I’ve always been a little shy.”

That piques Yoongi’s interest immediately. You wanted to send a hug? But to who? He unconsciously clenches his jaw, and he can feel a vein pop up near his neck. He forces himself to smile, but he knows it probably looks more like a grimace. “Oh really? That’s… I didn’t know you had a crush on somebody.”

Yoongi is too busy wallowing in his own self-pity puddle that he misses the way you gaze shyly up at him through your eyelashes, your hands clasped behind your back. “Y-yea… I don’t really go around telling it to just anybody,” you shrug as nonchalantly as you can. You clear your throat. “So, are you here to deliver a hug or something?”

Nothing gets past you, huh? Yoongi swallows thickly as he twiddles his thumbs. He still can’t bear to look at you head-on, afraid that his emotions would be too obvious if he did. (Who is he kidding… He knows he’s fucking obvious, and yet you never seem to get the picture!) “Yea, I am. I’m here to deliver one to you, actually.”

He doesn’t get to see your reaction, but he does notice the way your entire body stiffens. His mind immediately starts to run a minute, trying to guess why you’d suddenly gone stock still.

Did you know who your secret admirer was already? Or perhaps, were you just thoroughly shocked to receive one at all? That can’t be it… You’re the campus sweetheart! Surely it’s much weirder that it has taken eons for you to get your first hug… Or perhaps, are you so disgusted by the thought of him delivering the hug? Oh my god, what if you didn’t want him to hug you? Shit, this entire thing is a terrible idea! How did Seokjin ever convince him to do this stupid shit and get his heartbroken in the process? He swears he’s going to shove ten firecrackers up his ass the next time he sees him––

“Um, Yoongi?” You’re staring worriedly at him, your hand semi-raised as if you were about to wave in front of him. Did you say something? He must look like a fucking prick to you! He shakes his head, trying desperately to get his mind back into his body. Why must he be cursed with inner monologue disease? What is he, some sort of shoujo manga male protagonist?

“Sorry about that. I’ve been a little spacey these days,” he laughs, but even he can hear the panic laced in his voice. He sounds just on the edge of being hysterical. “Ahaha… What were you saying?”

“I was just… shocked?” You giggle softly, making Yoongi cry internally. You smirk, mischief glittering in your eyes. “I just never imagined you’d be the type to… I don’t know…”

“Willingly hug people for the sake of capitalism? I feel you,” Yoongi snorts, forgetting for a moment who he’s talking to. “Believe me, I’d rather drop dead than allow Seokjin to use me for his stupid business venture.”

“Then why are you delivering a hug to me now?” you ask, still smiling.

“Hnng,” Yoongi’s tongue feels like it’s grown two sizes all of a sudden. He wheezes, choking on his own spit as he’s caught off guard by your question. “W-well, I––”

“Just being a good friend, I’m guessing?” You’re full-on giggling now, barely trying to hide your mirth behind your hands. Yoongi understands now; you’re teasing him. He hates how amused you are by his awkwardness, but he loves the way your entire expression lights up, like you’re enjoying yourself by being with him.

“Let’s go with that,” Yoongi mumbles, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. He has his head bowed, hoping that his unruly fringe can finally come in handy and hide the disastrous blush encompassing his face. “Right… I’ll just, umm…”

“Am I getting my hug today, or am I gonna have to take a rain check?” You laugh, slapping his shoulder in an attempt to help him shake off the awkward tension. It has the opposite intended effect, as Yoongi’s breath hitches imperceptibly at your proximity. You had taken a step closer, and Yoongi could smell the sweet perfume you always seemed to be wearing. Please don’t pop a boner right now. That would be super fucking creepy.

“You’re…” Yoongi hesitates, arms uselessly immobile by his sides. He doesn’t know if he can even get them to move at this point, as he has lost all motor skills the moment you had focused all your attention on him. It’s a miracle that his heart remembers to beat every so often. “I’m just… I’m just gonna go for it, okay?”

You nod, hands tucked neatly behind your back. “No need to be scared, Yoongi. I don’t bite,” you joke.

God, if you only knew about the dreams I’ve had of you. Yoongi hopes to all the deities from up above that he had not said that aloud, but you don’t seem to be disgusted, so he can only assume that his traitorous brain had disconnected with his mouth for the time being.

He shuffles closer to you, the warmth of your body closing in as he makes the grueling effort to lift his arms up to gently wrap themselves around you, but before he can even fully hug you––

You’re quick to reciprocate. With a small laugh, you wrap your own arms around his torso, nuzzling into his chest with more force than Yoongi was expecting. He lets out a soft wheeze, mouth dropping open when he is assaulted by the smell of your fruity shampoo. His hands hover awkwardly above you, still unsure of where it’s okay to touch you without weirding you out.

You tilt your face up, eyes crinkling cutely by the sheer force of your grin. Both of your faces are only centimeters away from each other, and Yoongi could probably count your eyelashes if he so desired. His breathing stills as he becomes positively mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of him. He doesn’t even hear the sound of phone camera shutters around him, as he is much too deeply focused on nothing but you, you, you.

“Hey, don’t half-ass your hug! Gimme a good ol’ bear hug!” you whine, nudging his elbows gently to get them to move. Snapped out of his reverie, Yoongi mechanically does as you say, his head completely empty of thoughts. He wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders, his wrist knocking slightly against the back of your head until you’re back to snuggling deep into his chest.

“Your laundry detergent smells nice,” you say, slightly muffled by his shirt. Yoongi lets out a breathy laugh, mostly out of disbelief more than anything. He can’t even begin to process anything right now; he feels like he’s reverted back into a single-celled organism.

“Thanks?” Yoongi squeaks, but you don’t seem to mind his awkward attempts at being a Normal Person™️. You crane your neck upwards so that you’re looking him directly in the eye. There’s a twinkle of mischief there, like you’re enjoying Yoongi’s flushed face a little too much. He honestly feels like he’s seconds away from exploding into tiny bite-sized pieces, and he fears that if you snuggle deeper into his chest, he might just do exactly that.

“So… Are we just supposed to hug for another ten minutes, or am I allowed to let go?”

Yoongi doesn’t even realize how long it’s been. You could’ve been hugging him for ten hours and he wouldn’t have known. Yoongi jerks away from you, nearly vaulting himself across campus by how quickly he lets you go. Thankfully, you don’t appear offended––you were more amused than anything. Yoongi has no idea how red he is right now; he feels like he could be blowing steam out of his ears, astounding anatomists everywhere by his peculiar talent.

“I just have to–” Yoongi pats his back pockets for his phone, clumsily pulling it out and looking for his text messages, “–read this message from your, um, secret admirer and then we’ll be good to go.”

“Great.” You nod at him enthusiastically. “Whenever you’re ready, Yoonie.”

Yoongi’s breath hitches right then, caught off guard by the nickname. Only you ever called him that, and it never fails to make Yoongi’s insides feel like molten lava every time you say it. “I… Yeah, here goes,” Yoongi mutters, trying his best to remember how to speak.

He recites the message with as much enthusiasm as he can manage, which is to say, not very much. He could probably read the phonebook with more zeal, but it’s hard to give it his all when the words feel like acid in his throat. He’s unconsciously clenching his jaw as he speaks, looking like a constipated gorilla. “...so, if you’re single and ready to #mingle, then––” Yoongi stops mid-sentence, staring resolutely at his phone screen with a grimace.

You blink confusedly. “Then?”

“Then nothing,” Yoongi finishes, pocketing his phone without an inch of remorse. “I don’t know what was up with that message, but somehow the letter got cut short. Sorry about that.”

“Huh, strange.” You shrug your shoulders, not bothering to question him.

Yoongi fist bumps himself mentally, though other people might disagree and say that he doesn’t deserve any type of congratulations, to which Yoongi says a big “fuck you!” to those imaginary haters. In the wise words of Kim Seokjin himself, “not everyone is worthy to receive your fucks, so it’s time to stop giving them.” (Kim, 2020)

“Well, that was fun! Thanks for delivering the hug to me, Yoonie,” you pinch Yoongi’s cheek, giggling when they turn even redder. “I’ll see you around, I guess? Don’t let those midterms kill ya!” You wave cheerily at him, walking past him and heading towards the bus stops. Yoongi stands frozen in place, the events of the last few minutes finally catching up to him and frying his brain beyond repair.

Oh my god, he fucking hugged you! Like, a good and genuine hug! You felt so warm and so soft and you smelled really good and it was more than he could ever imagine and just––

Yoongi’s brain is trying (and failing) to desperately parse the delayed barrage of information as it comes, but it’s hard for the little hamster running circles in his head when it has never had to run a day in its life. Yoongi’s body feels like it’s overheating even though the weather is nearing the start of winter, but that’s all thanks to you and the devastating effect you have on him.

In short, Yoongi machine has broken, and any sort of maintenance is going to be hard to come by at the moment.

Yoongi could have been standing in front of the Science building for an entire year and he wouldn’t have budged until a tornado in the form of Kim Seokjin arrived to knock him out of his brain dead state. Whistling lowly, the elder stops in front of the rigid mass of meat, an eyebrow quirked in exasperation. “Dude, nice rigor mortis cosplay. Like, yes girl, give us nothing!” he exclaims, slapping Yoongi back to consciousness.

Yoongi blinks rapidly, dazed like he’s woken up from a dream. “What? What’s happening?” he replies dumbly.

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Yoongi. Did you finish delivering Y/N’s hug or what? I finished all my deliveries in the same time you had with Y/N, so I better hope to God you aren’t planning on applying to be an employee of mine, because you certainly have a long way to go before––”

“I hugged her,” Yoongi interrupts, eyes going glassy once more. His mouth is agape, and Seokjin can see a pool of saliva forming, ready to runneth over. He could see the rusted gears turning inside his dongsaeng’s head. “Oh my god, hyung. I fucking hugged her.”

“Yeah, and I hugged Taehyung Kim and felt his gigantic dick press into my stomach. You aren’t special,” Seokjin snorts, clasping Yoongi by the bicep. He drags him away, leading them to their parked car. “C’mon, Dampé. I’m tired and I wanna eat popcorn again.”

As they walk back to the parking lot, the campus roads are a lot less populated now that most students have gone home. Yoongi only then realizes how late it truly is and he vaguely wonders how long he had been stuck standing there before Seokjin had come to drag him back home. The sun has begun its daily descent, filling the courtyard with a warm glow and causing their shadows to grow longer as they trudge quietly to their car.

The campus is quiet enough that both of them hear the quiet buzz of Seokjin’s phone, despite him putting it on silent mode before he had gone on his hugging deliveries. He stops mid-step, causing Yoongi to bump his nose into his wide back. He yelps, shoving Seokjin forward in irritation.

“Why’d you fucking stop, you asshole?” Yoongi whines, his normal annoying personality resurfacing now that he’s begun to recover from your hug. He peers over Seokjin’s behemoth shoulders, squinting at his phone screen. “What? Another hug delivery?”

“Yeah. I’ll do it tomorrow since I think she’s gone home for the day,” Seokjin says, his tone sounding slightly too delighted for comfort. “In fact, I know she’s gone home already.”

Yoongi stills, changing his focus onto the elder’s expression. He looks… too eager to receive a simple hug-o-gram request. A shiver shoots through Yoongi’s spine when he realizes how nefariously bastardous Seokjin’s smile has grown, the tips of his smirk curling upwards like a villain from a classic Disney animation.

“What?” Yoongi glares acidly at Seokjin, but the elder is unaffected. In fact, he seems to grow more pleased the more aggravated Yoongi becomes. “Spit it out! What’s got your prostate tickled?”

“Oh, nothing,” Seokjin singsongs, shoving his phone down the front of his pants, exactly where he knows Yoongi would never touch. “Just got an interesting new regular customer, is all.”

“A new regular?” Yoongi’s pitch heightens, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling in alarm (like a cat.) “Is it… Another request for… You know who?”

“I wasn’t aware Voldemort went to our university,” Seokjin teases, thoroughly enjoying Yoongi’s distress. “Though, if you’re talking about Y/N, then the answer is not not not no.”

“Two double negatives.” Anyone could hear the audible soft rattling of his two brain cells exerting themselves as Yoongi deciphers his answer. “That means…”

Yoongi stares pointedly at Seokjin’s crotch, where the outline of his phone is glaringly obvious. “Show me,” Yoongi growls, not making a move to actually touch Seokjin’s nether regions.

Seokjin shrugs his shoulders. “No one’s stopping you from taking my phone though?”

“Hyung!”

“Buy me bubble tea first, then we’ll talk.”

“Fine,” Yoongi acquiesces, folding his arms in annoyance. “Just tell me. Is it really the same guy who requested the hug for Y/N today as well?”

Seokjin fiddles around for his phone, digging deeper when it nearly drops down the leg of his pants. When he pulls it out and swipes to his e-mails, he confirms Yoongi’s fear. “Yep. And it seems like he saw you deliver the hug today. Says that he’d prefer that I deliver the hug next time,” Seokjin smirks, enjoying the deep-set frown on Yoongi’s face.

When Seokjin takes a closer look at the order, however, he notices something a little off. “Hold on a sec,” he scrolls to the receipt, scowling when he sees the incorrect amount. “Well, you might be in luck, Yoongi-chi. Looks like loverboy sent the wrong payment. He’s a few dollars short.”

“What?” Yoongi says, for what feels like the tenth time in this entire fic. He grabs Seokjin’s phone, no longer repulsed by where it had been only a few minutes prior. Like Seokjin said, the customer had given the wrong amount, much to both their confusion.

“That’s weird, considering he just ordered a hug today,” Seokjin murmurs, shaking his head. “Oh well. Happens to the best of us. Guess I’ll just have to refund the poor sap.”

“Wait,” Yoongi presses the phone to his chest, preventing Seokjin from taking it. His hyung raises a brow.

“What is it?”

“What if I just… pay you the remaining amount? Then I can also deliver the hug to her and, uhh...” Yoongi mumbles the remaining part, but Seokjin has trained his ears to catch every whisper and mutter for moments just like this. He wouldn’t be where he is today if he didn’t perfect his eavesdropping skills to a spy’s degree. That’s right––Seokjin is a sloppy and nosey bitch and he’s not afraid to admit it!

“Oh? Do my ears deceive me?” Seokjin guffaws, pinching Yoongi’s cheeks for good measure. He hisses in response, but Seokjin isn’t afraid of some little kitten. Seokjin is a bigger bitch with a meaner bite. “Is my little Yoongi Woongi seriously offering to deliver another hug to Miss Y/N? How magnanimous of you.”

Yoongi stares at him, stunned for a moment. A few seconds pass before he shakes his head, faux disdain coloring his expression. “That’s right,” Yoongi huffs, detaching himself from Seokjin’s meaty claws. He keeps his gaze averted, like the big stupid tsundere that he is. “I’m doing this out of the goodness of my heart! I care about your profits, and I want to make your workload a little lighter! Isn’t that what you want?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Seokjin snickers, poking Yoongi in the tit. He swivels away, skipping merrily away to their parked car. “I’m expecting that cash in my Paypal by the time I get to the car, or else the deal is off. Make it snappy, loverboy!”

Yoongi had never transferred cash to someone so quickly in his life.

(Yes, not even when the food court on campus was doing a BOGO promo for churros. That’s the extent of how whipped his ass is, period.)

x x x x x

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font.

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious.

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

“Listen, I’m seriously not forcing you to do this,” Seokjin starts, even though he’s giving his utmost effort to further embarrass Yoongi by handing out flyers about Hug-o-gram’s newest employee. “Please, take one!” he cajoles, offering a flyer to a gaggle of giggling freshmen. “Make sure to reserve a hug within the week! Yoongi-chi over here is on his way to becoming employee of the month if he gets ten requests by Friday!” They all point and whisper at Yoongi, and he swears he hears one of them wolf whistle in admiration.

“That’s what makes this entire thing terrible. I’m doing this on my own volition, and I absolutely abhor myself for it,” Yoongi moans, grabbing Seokjin’s stack of flyers and smacking himself in the head with them. It probably would’ve hurt more when Seokjin still had a full-stack, but people had swarmed them the moment they entered the heart of the campus, everyone curious to see Yoongi in his interesting attire.

Seokjin might have been famous for creating the Hug-o-gram Service, but Yoongi was famous for hating the business idea, so it’s easy to understand why everyone was interested. (For good reason, he thinks darkly to himself.)

“Damn, Yoongi-chi. Looks like you’re trending on the campus Reddit page,” Seokjin laughs, wheezing even harder when Yoongi points him with a murderous glare. “What? Like you said, this was all your idea.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t ask to wear… whatever this is!” Yoongi whines, tugging on the string around his neck. The cardboard sign had been ready and prepared the moment they arrived home the other day, arousing Yoongi’s suspicions on Seokjin’s actual involvement in his current predicament. Those suspicions are put in the backburner for now, however, as Yoongi actually feels like he might die of embarrassment instead of the packets of MSG coursing through his veins from the ten ramen packs he ate this morning. Maybe both will kill him, if he’s lucky.

“Well, I would love to lend you my uniform, but I haven’t gotten a t-shirt printed with your face on it yet, so you’ll have to deal with the kitten ears and cardboard sign for now,” Seokjin says, patting him on the back. “Or, would you rather I have you wear a shirt with my face on it? I’m open to suggestions.”

“I’d rather swallow a Tide pod, thanks,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth. “C’mon, let’s move. We’ve been standing in the middle of campus like street clowns for long enough. We need to find Y/N because her class is about to end.”

“Street clowns, huh? I guess you are only missing the make-up to complete the look, especially since you seem adamant to keep honking your way through that sickening crush of yours.” Seokjin nearly catches a punch to the head, but his superior reaction time saves him from Yoongi’s sorely lacking physicality. He snatches Yoongi by the hand, dragging them towards your lecture hall. “C’mon, clown! Let’s honk this bread!”

As the two of them get closer to where you are, Yoongi’s heartbeat begins to accelerate. He wonders idly if he should see a doctor after all this, hoping that he hadn’t actually contracted heart disease due to all this stress. Lord forbid that he meet his end before he even gets to ask you out or something!

Even though he’s already hugged you once (and it was, by far, the most euphoric experience of his sad, miserable life), he still finds himself getting clammy hands at the thought of seeing you again. Nevermind the fact that he looked like a walking circus with his get-up… No, Yoongi refuses to think about it anymore, lest his last remaining brain wrinkle irreversibly smoothens.

The campus clock rings loudly, signaling the end of another block of classes. Students rush out of the buildings, with you being one of the first ones out for a change. When Yoongi spots your head of hair among the crowd, he doesn’t immediately notice what you’re wearing at first. In fact, it’s Seokjin who stops in his tracks for a moment, surprised by how you look.

“Woah, Y/N! Looking good,” Seokjin greets, rushing past Yoongi to envelop you in a hug. (A platonic hug, Yoongi reminds himself. Because unlike Yoongi, Seokjin is a normal human being who can give hugs to anyone he wants because he’s… fucking Seokjin! Lucky bastard that he is.)

“Woah!” You laugh, surprised by the sudden hug. You pat him on the back giddily, allowing him to swing you around a little. “What’s this all about? Am I getting a hug-o-gram again?”

“Yes, you are. But not from me,” Seokjin detaches himself from you, scooting away to point at Yoongi. When Seokjin moves away, Yoongi finally understands why his hyung had said you looked good. No, that was an understatement––you looked [redacted].

(For the sake of the author’s fragile ash-coated heart, she has chosen to redact Yoongi’s exact words to protect herself from slamming her head against a keyboard from how cheesy this fic is becoming. Let’s just say the word starts with a B and ends with an L. Make of that as you will.)

You must have come out of an interview or presentation of sorts because you were dressed more nicely than you usually do, which is a pretty big deal considering how put together you always looked. Your hair is styled nicely, obviously given much more care and effort than your regular appearance. You’re wearing a cute little black dress, long enough to be professional but short enough to give Yoongi breathing problems.

If Yoongi’s brain had a playlist, it would be nothing but the sound of him going HNNNNNNNNNG on repeat.

“Oh geez.” Yoongi curses lowly, smiling through the pain. This is fine, he thinks, even though it is clearly not fine. Yoongi has always been a terrible liar.

“Yoongi?” You sound incredulous, though that’s honestly a win in Yoongi’s book considering everything. You didn’t look disgusted, so that’s great. “You look…” You stop yourself, covering your mouth to hide your grin but your amusement is palpable. At least he made you laugh, he supposes.

“Like a fucking idiot? You said it,” Yoongi snorts, arms crossed defiantly. He’s trying to look intimidating, but with his cheeks puffed up and these abominable kitten ears on his head, he looks more like a grumpy cat throwing a tantrum. He juts a thumb at Seokjin, “Thank this himbo for the outfit. I definitely would have chosen something more… inconspicuous.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” You quip, still trying to mask your giggles. On the other hand, Seokjin was wheezing like a hyena, his phone pulled out and presumably filming Yoongi to add to his cringe compilation.

“Exactly what I said!” Seokjin says through his laughter, tears of mirth streaming down his face. He walks back to Yoongi, pushing him forward until he’s face to face with you. “Go on, then! We haven’t got all day!”

“I’m assuming you’re officially part of Seokjin’s hug-o-gram business now?” you ask, opening your arms wide to accept his hug. Like the beta male that he is, Yoongi has to be the one to follow in your footsteps, meekly coming closer to wrap you in an embrace.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Yoongi mutters, tucking his chin onto your shoulder. He feels you vibrate with laughter, bringing a small smile on his own face. He likes making you laugh, always has.

With the cardboard sign serving as a barrier between the two of you, he isn’t as fearful of you feeling the erratic beat of his heart, though it wouldn’t be hard to guess if you looked at him. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your hug rather than just panic through the entire ordeal like yesterday.

Soon enough, you’re detaching yourself from him, still standing close. Your arm is just a hair’s breadth away, and if not for Seokjin enthusiastically videotaping this entire experience, Yoongi might have closed in for another hug if he could manage.

“It’s always nice to get a hug from someone you like, huh?” You say, cheeks tinted a rosy color. The true meaning of your words flies over Yoongi’s head, as his feeble mind chooses to focus on your comment a little differently.

“I––Of course I like you! We’re friends, aren’t we?” Yoongi laughs nervously, unaware that he’s slowly digging himself into a ditch. To the side, Seokjin audibly slaps a hand to his face, body shivering with secondhand embarrassment from being blasted by the full force of how idiotic his friend actually is.

Yoongi sees you deflate a little, further confusing him. “Yeah, you’re right I guess…” You sigh, taking a step backward dejectedly. Yoongi flounders a little, unsure how he managed to fuck up in just a few seconds when you had just hugged him like your life depended on it.

Choosing now to interfere before the going gets rough, Seokjin steps in between and slings an arm around both of you. Yoongi groans under the weight of his arm, glaring when he notices that Seokjin had done it on purpose, but only to him. You don’t look too bothered by his rude gesture, albeit you were more befuddled than before.

“Hey, Y/N! I don’t know if you’ve ever ordered a hug-o-gram before, but I’m doing a special this week! Now that Yoongi-chi has so kindly joined the team,” Seokjin gives him a pointed look, to which the black-haired music major sticks his tongue out petulantly, “we’re doing a little promotion for first-time customers! Would you be interested in ordering one?”

Your eyes widen, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “M-me? Ordering a hug-o-gram? Well, I…” you hesitate, sending a small glance at Yoongi before looking away in embarrassment. “I would like to, but I don’t know if it’ll be well received, you see…”

Seokjin grumbles, silently cursing the stupid shithead who caused his own demise in the first place. The worst part is that he had no idea that he totally just friendzoned you! YOU! Someone who was literally leagues ahead of him. He sincerely has no idea what you see in this bumbling idiot, but everyone with a brain knows that you have been crushing on him for as long as he’s been crushing on you, so perhaps you’re a little bit of an idiot yourself for liking him back.

Being friends with the two of you makes him feel like he’s constantly wearing a sloppy wet diaper, and he hates it. He wants to wipe his ass as soon as possible!

Seokjin shoves Yoongi away roughly, ignoring his indignant squawks as he pulls you aside. He takes you by the hand, taking you a few steps away from Yoongi, far enough that he can whisper into your ear without the other boy hearing.

Yoongi fumes from the sidelines, trying to keep his emotions in check even though he’s bursting at the seams with jealousy. Not for the first time, Yoongi irritably realizes that he does act like a cat, especially in moments like this. He might make fun of Seokjin for being an attention whore, but Yoongi is the same, if only at a smaller scale. He just wants you to look at him, as selfish as that sounds.

Can someone give him a break? He’s been holding in his crush for four years now… Imagine having to take a massive shit after drinking two gallons of milk while being lactose intolerant, except every time you line up for the washroom, the line gets increasingly long no matter how long you wait. That is the extent of his suffering, he tells himself. So please, excuse his dramatics for this one instance.

(Seokjin’s Note: This fucking jackass is SO stupid. If he only knew how easy it is to ask you out, he would know that his emotional constipation could be solved if he just fucking ASKED where the next washroom is. He could have relieved himself ages ago, but NO! And he calls me the idiot! Me! The utter betrayal! I’m never agreeing to become the second lead to a rom-com ever again!)

When Seokjin finishes whispering in your ears, you appear amused by what he had said. Yoongi sweats when you turn to face him, grinning slyly at him. “Is that so…” you wonder aloud. Yoongi feels like the world has shifted on its axis somewhat, though he still doesn’t know exactly how. He has a hunch that he’s going to find out soon enough.

“Would I ever lie to you?” Seokjin laughs that annoying laugh of his, slapping his thigh in the process. He straightens up almost immediately, his expression turning deadpan in an instant. “Send me the details by tonight, and I’ll make sure to deliver it, okay?”

“Promise?” You ask, holding a pinky up towards him. Yoongi might have let out a high pitched sob when he sees the gesture, wanting nothing more than to cup your hands in his. God, if he already nearly died from hugging you, who is to say Yoongi won’t immediately disintegrate if you were ever to hold his hand?

“Promise,” Seokjin replies, linking his pinky with yours. He doesn’t forget to point a shit-eating grin at Yoongi, for good measure.

You pull away, looking happier than you did moments prior. You were absolutely glowing, filling Yoongi with a warmth that only you ever knew how to provide. He wants to make you smile like that all the time, wants nothing more than for you to live beside him, filling his walls with the sound of your tinkling laughter. You wave cheerily at the both of them, stepping away to head home. “I guess I’ll see you, then? I’ll make sure to e-mail you my request, Seokjin!” you say, winking teasingly. “Bye to you too, Yoongi! Thanks for the hug!”

Yoongi watches as you walk further and further away as the usual melancholy that follows whenever you leave soon takes its place in his soul. It might be his imagination, but Yoongi thinks the cat ears on his head might have started to droop to match his mood.

The only way he knows how to replace the sadness, however, is by redirecting those emotions on an unsuspecting victim. Lucky for him, a willing volunteer is already within punching distance.

“Ow! Stop punching me, you gremlin!” Seokjin whines, blocking Yoongi’s series of punches like a pro. He might as well put ‘professional punching bag’ on his resume at this point. “I’m trying to help you, you useless beta male!”

“How is this helping! You made me wear cat ears and whispered blasphemies into Y/N’s ears! Now she’s going to order a hug-o-gram for her crush and it’ll be the end of my chances with her! How could you!”

“I was not whispering blasphemies, you twittering tit! I was giving her advice,” Seokjin sniffs, annoyed. “Don’t say I never help you, by the way. I’ve been trying to help you for years now.”

Yoongi hits him with a steely glare. “Really? So replacing all my clothes in my closet with clown attire is your version of help? I had to wear those stupid clown shoes for a week before you told me where you hid my clothes, jackass!”

“I was only trying to help you physically express yourself! You’re already a clown on paper, might as well help you achieve your final form!” Seokjin huffs, infuriatingly haughty. “Listen, believe me. I only told Y/N something that everyone already knows anyway, so just shut your trap and let Daddy handle the rest. You’re not going to lose her, I promise.”

“Please never refer to yourself as Daddy ever again,” Yoongi seethes, stalking off towards their car. “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

“No talk, Yoobie angy…” Seokjin snickers to himself, following Yoongi with a spring in his step. This bastard is going to grovel at his feet by tomorrow evening, he’s sure of it. If he doesn’t, then Seokjin will bite his own dick in half––that’s how sure he is of his plan! (Not that biting his dick in half will do anything to his length; he’d still be left with eight inches, let’s be real.) All in good time.

x x x x x

Seokjin gets an e-mail the next morning, much earlier than any sane person would choose to be awake at. He groans lowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tries to read the contents of the letter. When he’s satisfied by what he has read, he forwards the e-mail to Yoongi before allowing sleep to take him once more.

Sleep evades him, however, when the sound of Yoongi’s big feet pounds noisily outside his bedroom. He hits his knee loudly against the coffee table, causing their beloved popcorn machine to tumble to the floor, but that is of little consequence to Yoongi right now. No, he needs to get into Seokjin’s room right now and scream––

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Yoongi hollers, slamming Seokjin’s door open. The hinges creak, desperately hanging on despite the impact. Yoongi proceeds to slam a fist upon Seokjin’s ass, who barely flinches due to the fatness of his ass cushioning most of the damage. He blinks blearily at Yoongi, but the smirk on his face is clear as day.

“Came to claim your hug so early in the morning? Well, I usually don’t entertain clients until after I’ve taken a shower, but for you… I’ll make an exception,” he yawns, peeling back his blanket and patting the empty spot on his bed. “Come on in, Yoobie Boobie… Let’s hug like it’s the last day on earth.”

Seokjin fails to realize that once he removed his blanket, he had inadvertently left himself vulnerable. Yoongi slams the heel of his foot against Seokjin’s groin, causing him to shriek bloody murder at 7 AM. He wonders, amidst his pain, whether this might be the last straw and that their landlord will finally kick them out after years of their stupid shenanigans.

“WHAT DID THAT E-MAIL MEAN? IF IT’S WHAT I THINK IT IS…” Yoongi threatens, but it’s as empty as Seokjin’s butthole. They both know the implications of that e-mail, even a toddler can put two and two together and make sense out of it. Anonymous e-mail or not, Seokjin wouldn’t just forward any hug-o-gram request to Yoongi, unless…

What did the e-mail say? It goes something like:

Dear Mr. Kim,

Thank you for offering your special promotion for new time customers of your Hug-o-gram Service! I’ve always been a quiet fan of your business idea, but I’ve always been a little shy to submit a request of my own. Thank you so much for giving me the little push that I needed to send my first (and hopefully last) hug.

I’d like to send a hug to Mr. Min Yoongi from the Music Department. I understand that he has recently been appointed an employee at your business, but seeing as how it’d be difficult for him to hug himself (while not entirely impossible), I’d like to request that you be the one to send the hug to him.

I don’t really have a message for him, per se… I’m still a little shy, even though you already told me that there is no reason to be. I want to believe what you said was true, so I’m pushing my fear aside and putting my fate into your hands. So, to Mr. Min Yoongi… “When I told you it was nice to hug someone you like, I don’t think you understood what I meant. A hug, after all, is a two-way street. They’re often served the best when it is reciprocated, if you catch my drift. :)”

Peace! :3

Regards,

[Redacted] [Redacted]

“Have your brain synapses finished connecting? Because if even this flies over your head, I’m sorry to say buddy but… You might have smooth brain syndrome,” Seokjin pipes up. He observes Yoongi’s brow crumpling, the first signal of his impending mental breakdown. If Seokjin remembers correctly, the next signal should be when––

Yoongi drops down to his knees, his phone clattering to the floor as he stares absently at the ceiling. Seokjin cringes, worried for the state of his friend’s frail kneecaps. The poor sap has bad heart health already; surely, it isn’t too early to get him a life alert button?

Seokjin scooches over his bed, dangling half his body over the edge to appraise his friend. “So. What do you plan to do now?”

For a moment, Yoongi remains silent. Eventually, he shuffles closer to him, perching his hands around Seokjin. The business student raises a brow, confused, until Yoongi pushes Seokjin back onto the middle of the bed so that he can cram himself beside Seokjin on his small double bed. He huffs amusedly, allowing the smaller boy to snuggle into his chest, though he still refuses to wrap his arms around him. Close enough, Seokjin snorts.

“I need your help, hyung.” Yoongi’s voice is small, shy. It’s so uncharacteristic of him that Seokjin immediately softens. They might act like toddlers together the majority of the time, but Seokjin truly does care about Yoongi more than anything. During early mornings like this, when the sun’s soft rays are filtering through his sheer curtains and filling the room with a gentle warmth, it’s nice to cuddle up with one another and enjoy the silence. In fact, Seokjin would never admit it to Yoongi, but he got the idea for his Hug-o-gram service from Yoongi himself, back when the younger boy would be more prone to sneaking into his bed during his bouts of loneliness and homesickness.

Above all else, Yoongi is just a boy with a lot of love to give, so who is Seokjin to say no to his pleas for help?

“You know I always got your back, Yoongi-chi. Whenever you’re ready, we can do whatever you want. Ask and you’ll receive,” he replies, caressing his soft black tresses. Yoongi hums, smiling softly into his chest.

“Thanks, dude. For being… you know.”

Seokjin’s heart pangs a little, but he ignores it. Instead, he continues combing through his hair, humming gently. “I know.”

x x x x x

It’s been a few days since you sent the e-mail to Seokjin and you haven’t heard back from him. You aren’t sure if he sends confirmation e-mails to his clients as you’d never asked for a hug-o-gram before, nor did you know anyone who has. You are forced to continue on with your days like normal, trying to ignore the unsettling anxiety from creeping up your throat and spewing all over the sidewalk.

If Seokjin hadn’t been lying to you, then there shouldn’t be anything to worry about. You’ve been harboring this crush on Yoongi for years now, and you never thought in your life that it would ever be reciprocated. He always seemed a little bit detached, a little too cool for you. Never mind the fact that he always seemed so jittery around you, like it was hard to talk to you or something!

Your answer comes on the last day of the week, after an especially rough day at class. Your back is bent, having finished a grueling four hour lab period where you did nothing but stand and stare at your reaction vessel spinning without any signal of change. You are just a little bit hangry from all the stress piling up on your plate, especially since you hadn’t eaten a decent meal since breakfast at 8 AM.

In short, life isn’t going as smoothly as you’d hoped for your senior year, but you can’t let the blues get to you too soon. After all, there are leftover chicken wings in your fridge with your name on it, and nothing beats your meat more than greasy poultry to end a terrible week.

You’re only inches away from sliding your keycard to open your shared dorm room when the door opens without prompting. You flinch backward, yelping loudly when your roommate Park Jimin grins slyly from the doorway––never a good sign, if you knew anything.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Jimin says, leaning casually against the door like he hadn’t just scared the living shit out of you. He takes one glance at your disheveled hair and lightly sweaty clothes before grimacing in disgust. “Girl, I can’t let you meet the love your life while you’re looking like that. Come on, we have a few minutes before he arrives. Let’s get you freshened up.”

“I’m sorry?” You squeak, allowing your roommate to manhandle you into your own home. He pushes you into your room, depositing you roughly onto your unmade bed. You try to make eye contact with him, but he’s too busy raiding your closet to pay you much attention. “Excuse me? What did you say just now?”

“No time, princess! Your Prince Charming is on the way, and I’ve been ordered by Seokjin to prepare you for this life-changing moment, so get your ass into gear and change into this!” He shoves a clean pair of jeans and a nicer-looking blouse at you before proceeding to grab your hairbrush and comb your tresses with the gentleness of a mother tigress. You shriek when the brush gets tangled in an especially stubborn knot, but Jimin is relentless. He nearly tears your hair by the roots, ignoring your pained whines.

“Will you fucking stop! I have literally no idea why you’re acting like a psycho all of a sudden–” You shout when Jimin begins to undress you, having to kick him in the chest to get him away from completely eradicating your remaining traces of dignity. “Okay, fine! I’ll dress myself! Just get out of my room and fucking stay away!”

Jimin looks at you dubiously for a split second, before eventually acquiescing. “You have two minutes to get changed. You wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, do you?” he says, smirking knowingly. He better dread the day that you finally wipe that annoying twinkle in his eye; it’s been a long time coming.

Left alone to your own devices, you do as Jimin says even though you’re still wildly confused by everything. To think you had been so excited to feast on your chicken wings, and instead, you went through a decade’s worth of torture within the last few minutes. Patting your hands on the butt of your jeans, you meekly take a step out of your bedroom, where Jimin is already tapping his foot impatiently by the door.

He motions for you to hurry up. “Let’s go! Seokjin says they’re rounding up the corner. Hold on,” he steps closer to you, raising your arm up to take a shameless sniff of your pits. “Sorry, had to make a pit stop. You can never be too sure,” he shrugs, disregarding your squawks of indignation.

“I smell fine! Now what are we–” Your sentence is cut short as Jimin all but carries you to the elevator, your shrieks of terror causing one or two of your neighbors to peek their heads out of their doors. When they see it’s just the two of you, they simply shrug their shoulders, returning to their lives like it was normal to see Jimin carry you in a fireman’s hold.

He doesn’t put you down until you reach the lobby of your dorm complex, barely out of breath despite having held you the entire way down. Stupid buff baby, you groan internally to yourself, straightening down your clothes in a desperate attempt to look decent. “Okay, we’re here. Who am I supposed to be meeting?”

In lieu of an answer, Jimin points wordlessly outside your building. A black car is parked on the other side of the road, and you can barely see a familiar head of hair poking out from the driver’s seat. “Seokjin? What the…” you trail off, before your eyes finally land on their target.

Yoongi stands outside the glass doorway, not dressed in his usual all-black attire. He’s wearing an outrageously cute pink shirt today, matching the color of his natural flush. He always looks effortlessly good, with his hair a little windswept in that boyishly cute way. Your mouth goes a little dry when you realize he’s wearing his famous leather jacket, the one that always got the girls and boys swooning when he walked past in them. You hated how whipped for him you were, not wanting to be like the weird kids in his secret fan club, but who can blame you? He’s just so…

You rip open the door, nearly tripping and falling over the short steps leading to the entrance. You grind to a halt in front of him and you’re acutely aware of how rabid you must look. Your chest is pounding, like your heart is begging you to step closer, just like when you had hugged him all those days ago. God, you were going to kill Park Jimin for this.

“Yoongi? What are you…” You take one look at him before your gaze drops to his hands folded carefully behind his back. It doesn’t hide the fact that there is an obvious bouquet of flowers behind him, though. Your face lights on fire when you notice they were your favorite flowers too.

“I’m here to deliver a hug?” Yoongi says it like he’s unsure of himself, but there’s a little coyness laced in his tone. His cheeks are painted a soft pink, and not for the first time, they remind you of freshly baked bread pulled out from the oven. Soft enough to kiss, you wonder idly to yourself.

“I mean… I did order a hug a few days ago, but I do recall not ordering one for myself?” you laugh a little hysterically, your breath cutting short when Yoongi grins softly in response. “I… Who is this hug from?”

Yoongi takes a glance back towards Seokjin. “Hey, boss. Am I allowed to reveal who the secret admirers are, or will that get me fired?”

Seokjin, despite being a few meters away, laughs loud enough for the whole street to hear. “Well, Yoongi-chi. Something tells me your resignation letter was coming in the mail eventually. Who cares about the rules at this point?”

“He’s right,” you quip, pulling Yoongi’s attention back. You’re smiling wide now, your hopes and dreams skyrocketing in your chest and blooming a garden in your heart. “Who cares, right?”

“Right,” Yoongi agrees, taking the last two steps he needs to get closer to you. He drops the bouquet somewhere behind you before finally, finally, embracing you once more. He kisses you gently on the forehead, the contact short and sweet.

You feel like you’re dying, but it’s all good because Yoongi looks just as embarrassed as you. But none of it matters, not when both your happiness is palpable in the air.

���Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“This hug-o-gram is from me to you. Will you go out with me?”

You’ve always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than words. So when you lean in to plant your first kiss of many many more, he knows your answer well enough.

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Lover

Haikyuu Captains + Ukai X Reader

A/N: I just love Daichi so much - so this is a little biased. - Nemo

Summary: Relationships with our favorite volleyball captains - as songs from Taylor Swift’s album ‘Lover’. (Daichi, Bokuto, Oikawa, Kuroo, Ushijima, Kita, Terushima, Ukai - Characters are aged-up/post-timeskip) 

Listening to: (see characters) 

Masterlist 

Daichi Sawamura - Lover 

‘Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And, take me out, and take me home.’ 

He’s domestic okay? - I’ll fight you if you think otherwise so that question is rhetorical - and this song just fits that so fucking well. 

He’d dance around the house with you - from the bedroom to kitchen or bathroom. Cooking for you like the perfect husband-to-be. Cuddling on the couch on a Friday night because he knows you like the time together at home as much as a night out. 

Yeah, so maybe Suga sleeps over some nights ‘cause it’s too late to send him home - Asahi does too, and so do some of your friends - but who said sleepovers stop once you’re an adult? NOT DAICHI. 

He loves you, and want you to be happy - that’s what a lover is supposed to do. 

Bokuto Kotaro - It’s Nice To Have A Friend 

‘Call my bluff, call you "babe”. Have my back, yeah, everyday. Feels like home, stay in bed the whole weekend.’ 

You’re been friends since forever - I smell best friends to lovers trope don’t @ me for it - and it made so much sense to just take that further. It felt right. 

To anyone who looked at you both walking, they’d have to toss between thinking ‘they’re real good friends’ to ‘of course they’re dating, there’s no other explanation for that’. 

The first time he managed to hold your hand - yes I said managed - he almost fucking combusted cause he was so flustered, happy, and excited all at once. Boy was practically glowing for three days after - literally nothing soured his mood the whole time. 

There’s nothing quite like kisses and cuddles from your best friend/boy friend. 

Oikawa Toru - Paper Rings 

‘I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings... Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.’ 

You want nothing more than him, but Oikawa would give you the world - even if you didn’t ask for it. 

Deadass tho, homie over here would walk through your front door one day with his hands full of clothes, jewelry, junk (anything and everything) that you mentioned liking. Once. Just because he felt like it. 

He knows he’s not the best-est at showing his emotions, but you seem to know them anyway. You can read him like a book. 

He can’t decide how to feel about it, but he’s chosen that he’s gonna love you forever for it. 

Kuroo Tetsuro - Afterglow 

‘It's so excruciating to see you low, just wanna lift you up and not let you go... Tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine.’ 

I feel like Kuroo gets distant (?) sometimes - being caught up in his work and interests or his own mind - and that can come across badly. 

But you be gentle with him. Bring him back to you - back to reality - and it’s like he resets. Gently hold him close to your chest, let him grab onto you and hold you just as close. Cuddle in bed without saying a word, and fall asleep there for a few hours. 

He gets loud - and hey, don’t we all sometimes? - so taking time with his person to just be quiet, that can be better than anything else. And god damnit you are his person. 

But if asked, yes he will play Mariokart with you - loudly - and yes he will thrash you at it. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi - The Archer 

‘I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you... Can you see right through me?... Help me hold onto you.’ 

There’s not much that you can hide from Ushijima. Despite being a little lacking in the emotional support and gentle tactfulness area, he is very observant. He sees things how they are - as if it were written on paper. 

When you aren’t feeling well - feeling off - he knows. He reads you like a book. There’s no need to hide how you’re feeling around him, not just because he sees right through it, but because he wants you to know you don’t have to around him. 

He’s you’re lover, he’s supposed to love everything about you, even when you’re having a bad day, with bad thoughts - especially on those days. Those are the times when you can’t do it yourself, so he decides to pick up when he needs to and make sure you’re getting just as much love as any other day. 

It’s one of his best ways of showing he loves you. 

Kita Shinsuke - I Think He Knows 

‘Wanna see what's under that attitude, like, I want you, bless my soul... He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand.’ 

Idk who this is so keep that in mind, I’m just throwing thoughts around like they’re baseballs and hoping I get home runs -

He - and everyone around him - thought he was a little robotic. He’s composed, and blunt, but then you came around and somehow he’s more relaxed now. He’s comfortable more often. 

You weren’t expected, you weren’t planned, and you aren’t exactly a stickler for routines. Where he is stiff, you’re a little bit of chaos that makes him more human - and he makes sure you’re at appointments on time. 

He’s quite surprised at how happy it makes him - more like how happy you make him. 

Terushima Yuji - Daylight 

‘I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you.’

We all know what he was like before you - as a kid, basically - and he wasn’t nice. But then he met you and he knew he had to make himself better. So that’s what he did. 

He used the be a little wild. He used to flirt with every single girl he came across - yet now, if someone didn’t know what he used to be, they never would’ve guessed that’s what he was. 

It’s so clear he’s in love with you. From the way he looks at you, to the way he holds you hand and kisses your knuckles as a goodbye. 

He barely looks at anyone else when you’re around. 

Ukai Keishin - Cornelia Street 

‘I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends... That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend.’

It’s casual, sure, but neither of you want to be with anyone else. There’s something about it that you both just can’t let go of. So it works. You, together, works. 

Despite his busy schedule, he makes room for dates - quite a few of them actually, even after it’s officially official - mostly thanks to his parents happiness that he’s one step closer to getting married. 

There’s ups and downs. Sometimes you can’t agree on things. But it’s nothing a little cool-off space followed by a talk can’t fix. 

After all, there’s nothing better than being with each other.