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cybrsan · 1 year

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Party of Three | C.S, J.WY

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Summary: Things take an unexpected turn when Wooyoung walks in on you and San.

Pairing: Choi San x F!Reader x Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Hidden feelings, threesome, smut

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning(s): Alcohol & drug use, sex under the influence

A/N: This fic is the most well-liked among readers on my AO3. The writing may not be up to my current standard as I first posted this in 2019, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Everyone is already stoned by the time you show up at San and Seonghwa's apartment. The former is the one to open the door, greeting you with red eyes and a lazy smile.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Before you can respond, you're slammed with the familiar smell of weed that wafts out into the hallway after him. Greedy to get started, you give your boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek and push past him into the kitchen, avoiding his grabby hands with skilled ease.

You throw your bag down onto the counter and then make a beeline for the fridge, desperate for some sort of alcohol after the stressful week of final exams you've just gone through. Grabbing a beer, you sit on one of the kitchen stools and give the room a once over.

Jongho, Yeosang, and Yunho are sat on the floor playing Mario Kart as Mingi sits behind them on the couch, knees pulled up to his chest. It seems like he's pretending to be some sort of referee based on how every once in a while he shouts random things like, "Oh, come on, Yunho! Don't you know how to drift?!" You smile at his antics—you've missed this.

Meanwhile, the other couple of the group is squished into one armchair, Hongjoong's legs draped over Seonghwa's lap. Hongjoong's eyes flutter open and closed and Seonghwa chuckles, lovingly watching his boyfriend struggle to stay awake. As always, a stoned Hongjoong is a sleepy Hongjoong.

You go to turn back to San—thinking that you've seen everyone—when a silhouette on the balcony catches your eye. You’re overtaken with surprise when you recognize it to be Wooyoung, taking a hit from San's prized glass pipe. He hadn’t come to one of these get-togethers in a while, ever since he broke up with his girlfriend. Actually, now that you think about it, he hadn’t been here that much even when they were still dating.

He spots you and he smiles, his eyes turning into crescent moons from pure happiness. After shoving the pipe into Seonghwa's waiting hands, he jogs over and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You laugh and give him a hug, ecstatic that he seems like the Wooyoung you used to know. He was always touchy when stoned, but he had been holding himself back because his ex didn’t like him showing affection to anyone other than her.

“Thank god that bitch is gone,” you say, squeezing him one last time before letting go. “I missed this Wooyoung, the real Wooyoung.” You pause before adding, “My best friend, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung runs a hand through his black hair, laughing. “Yeah, me too. I’m glad to be back.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Mingi shouts from his place on the couch.

Of course, Wooyoung agrees instantly. You roll your eyes; he’s a fiend when it comes to alcohol of any kind. “Hell yeah! Let’s do shots.”

Wooyoung jogs over to the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of vodka. You shiver involuntarily; you and Smirnoff have a dark history. As he begins to pour the gasoline into shot glasses, he shoots you a questioning look.

You shake your head. "No. Hell no. No shots for me."

Despite your greatest efforts at resisting, Wooyoung's puppy eyes and Mingi's pouting (those two are unstoppable when they team up) manages to convince you and, half an hour later, you're three shots in. Yunho tries to pass you another one and you grimace, slapping his hand away. He looks offended and cradles the shot to his chest as if it spilling would have been the greatest tragedy of the modern age.

"We don't waste alcohol in this household, Y/N," he explains.

You can't help but roll your eyes. "Right, of course. Anyway," you look to where San is, leaning on the railing of the balcony with his pipe in hand, "I'm gonna go join my boyfriend and get stoned. Alcohol tastes like shit, I can only handle so much."

You practically skip to the balcony, excited to spend some one-on-one time with your boyfriend. It's been nice hanging out with the whole group but all you want right now is to be in San's arms. So, you decide to do exactly that. You bend down slightly and crawl right in between them, letting yourself be caged between his body and the railing. He doesn't get surprised and you let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he's been smoking for a few hours already. You're positive that if he was more sober he would've flinched and the glass pipe would have fallen out of his hand and down twenty-five feet onto the concrete below.

He smiles when he sees you, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his oh-so-precious dimples making an appearance. Leaning down, he captures your lips in a kiss. Smoke fills your mouth and your eyes widen in surprise; you didn't notice him take a hit. He pulls away and you exhale, letting the smoke evaporate into the night air. You cough slightly and he smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"Sorry, angel. I couldn't help myself."

The pet name makes you clench your thighs and San notices, eyes darkening. He knows exactly what the effect is of him saying that and you know he did it on purpose.

Fighting away the blush attempting its way onto your cheeks, you take the pipe from his hand, inhaling. You let the smoke enter your lungs, relishing in the familiar burning feeling. On your exhale, you say, "It's fine, just warn me next time."

Just as you take another hit, Seonghwa peeks his head out past the balcony door. "Hey, Joong and I are tapping out for the night."

San raises an eyebrow. "You mean he's still conscious?"

Chuckling, Seonghwa responds, "Let me rephrase. Hongjoong has passed the fuck out, so I'm taking him to my room to lay him down."

"Typical Joong," you say with a laugh. "He's fun for the first hour or so, and then he just gets tired." You always get stuck looking after a hungover Hongjoong while Seonghwa goes to work and you have a feeling tomorrow morning won't be any different.

Seonghwa nods, agreeing. With a half-wave, he turns to go back inside but suddenly stops, casting you and San one last look. "Oh, also—if you guys are gonna fuck tonight, can you try to be quiet? I have work tomorrow and wanna get a few hours of sleep in so my hangover doesn’t completely decimate me."

You blush and bury your face in San's chest, embarrassed. "Hwa! Can you not?"

Normally, San would be just as embarrassed as you, but not tonight. Without batting an eye, he says, "Alright, we'll try."

You pull back from him and gently swat on his arm. "San!"

He looks at you curiously. "What?" He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you taught against him and leans down to press his forehead against yours. "You want me to lie and tell him that I'm not planning to make a mess of you ton—"

"On that note, I'll take my leave," Seonghwa interrupts, disappearing back into the apartment.

"Oh my god." You pat your cheeks, forcing your blush to die down. "I always forget how much... bolder you get when you're high."

San leans down, placing a soft kiss on your neck. The gesture sends an electric shock throughout the rest of your body, causing your hair to practically stand on end. "Don't pretend you don't love it," he whispers, the heat from his breath ghosting against your skin.

"I don't—"

He cuts you off by taking your chin in between two of his slender fingers and forcing you to look up at him. "No lying, angel."

As if on autopilot, you respond, "Okay, Sir."

The second you close your mouth, you know that you've just set something in motion. You can see the change in San happen, something inside of him switching into gear. He's always had two sides to him—your soft, romantic boyfriend and then the rougher, more possessive side of him that comes out when you call him by that name.

Placing the pipe down on a table, he grabs you by your wrist and drags you inside past all the stragglers left in the living area. Yunho wolf whistles and Mingi and Jongho laugh quietly amongst themselves. Wooyoung, on the other hand, watches the two of you with an expression you can’t quite place.

"You two have fun now," Mingi jokes. Then, addressing the others, says, "Time for us to leave unless you wanna hear them going at it."

Leaving them to their own devices, San brings you to his bedroom. The second the door closes he has you pressed against it, capturing your lips with his own. You press yourself into him, letting out a content hum against his mouth. In this position he towers over you, his frame completely enveloping your own. You don't feel nervous or scared, though; in fact, it turns you on.

You hook your fingers under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against your palms. He helps you out, pulling away from you for just a moment to pull it over his head and toss it somewhere across the room. His lips are back on yours within the next second, as if your mouth is a magnet for his own. You run your hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tensing under his skin. Just having his skin bared to you is already enough to get you moaning; you need more of him and you need it now.

You pull away from his lips to get some air. In between gasps, you manage to say, "Bed, now."

Your wish is his command. He lifts you up, biceps bulging, and gently places you on the bed. He hovers over top of you, messily leaving open kisses against your skin. You moan, giving into the sensation. It's been so long since you've had him like this and the buzz from the drugs is only making everything so much better.

"Wait." San raises an eyebrow as you crawl out from underneath him, hopping over to his desk. You open the top drawer and rummage around until you find exactly what you're looking for—a freshly made blunt. Picking that up and a lighter, you turn back to your boyfriend with a mischievous look in your eyes.

He smirks, leaning against the pillows. "I like the way you think."

Strolling back over to him, you get on the bed and throw one leg over his lap, straddling it. You give him the blunt and the lighter and, as he ignites it, you take off your shirt to give him a good view of your breasts. You hadn't worn a bra today, knowing that he loves when you don't. He almost chokes on the smoke as his eyes drink in your form, so greedy for a taste.

San's about to take another hit when the door to his bedroom opens. You cover yourself, panicking until you see exactly who's standing there—Wooyoung.

"Woo...?" You murmur, the syllable dropping off into a question.

He closes the door behind him and steps into the room. "Can I... Let me join you."

San chuckles. "I knew this would happen eventually."

You furrow your eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Woo has always had a thing for you. He told me a while ago. It's part of the reason he broke up with his ex, besides the fact that she was also a major bitch."

"Is that true, Wooyoung? Do you like me?" you ask, uncovering your breasts. His eyes instantly fall to them and he gulps.

"Yes."

You're sure that his honesty and what you do next is partly because of the drugs and alcohol swimming in your system.

"Alright. Join us."

Wooyoung moves forward, shedding his shirt as he does so, before crawling onto the bed next to you. He takes the blunt San holds out for him, plump lips forming a delectable "o" as he inhales. You watch him with hooded eyes, imaging those lips leaving a trail of blooming marks down your body, between your legs... You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought of this prior to tonight. You lean forward and kiss him and, for the second time that night, smoke transfers into your mouth from another's. This time, however, you're more than ready for it. You close your eyes in ecstasy, french inhaling as you slowly rock your hips against San's crotch, relishing in the groan he releases. You can feel him hardening through his jeans and you instinctively clench, already so desperate to have him—someone—inside of you.

Letting the blunt hang haphazardly out of his lips, Wooyoung grabs your waist and helps you move against San who occasionally lifts his hips, adding to the delectable friction that's making you whine.

Smoke starts to fill the room, making everything hazy. With every inhale, the smell of it invades your senses. You love it more than anything—it makes you feel like you’re floating. You reach over and pluck the blunt from Wooyoung's lips, taking another hit. Leaning down, you kiss San this time, biting his lip. Once he gives you access, you push the smoke into his mouth with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting the smoke evaporate into the air. “It’s so much hotter when you do it to me.”

Placing the blunt into San's mouth, you reach down and unbutton your pants, managing to slip them off of your legs without even having to get off of him. With one less layer of clothing separating you, the friction of his tented jeans rubbing against your core is that much stronger. You throw your head back, sporadically rubbing yourself against him.

He reaches up and grabs one of your breasts, squeezing your nipple in between his fingers. “My angel is needy, huh?” he murmurs, smoke coming out of his mouth along with the words. You whine, nodding. “Alright then. Let me take care of you.” As an afterthought, he looks to Wooyoung who is currently palming himself through his jeans. "Actually, why don't we have Woo do it? I'm sure he's been dreaming about how you taste."

Before you can blink, San places the blunt in the ashtray on the side of his bed and flips you around so that your back is pulled taut against his chest. He nods at Wooyoung who gulps, moving forward and lowering down so that he's lying on the bed between your legs. You're certain that, at this point, your arousal has begun to leak through the fabric of your panties and the way his dark eyes take in the sight makes you squirm in anticipation.

San laughs, placing a sweet kiss against your temple. "Be patient."

Wooyoung begins to lightly trace patterns on your stomach as San attaches his plush lips to your neck, licking and sucking at the skin. The sounds you’re making are absolutely lewd, yet barely anything has even been done to you. Wooyoung leaves a hickey above the lace trim of your panties before hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down, revealing your soaking cunt.

He kisses the inside of your thigh once, twice, before finally licking a strip up your core. Your entire body shudders and you arch your back instinctively. Your ass grinds against San's crotch and he groans, digging his fingers into your sides to keep you still. Your thighs close around Wooyoung's head yet he doesn't seem to have a care in the world, eating you out painfully slowly as if he is savoring every taste. You whine and squirm, fingers and toes searching for purchase within the sheets.

"Please, please, please," you gasp in between ragged breaths.

Wooyoung pauses, mouth hovering right above where you need him most. His breath is enough to make you clench, desperate for anything and everything.

"Please what, angel?" San asks. "Use your words."

"Please let me come."

Wooyoung kisses you right above your clit and you practically scream, tears welling up in your eyes. You're never like this, never this needy or this sensitive—it has to be the weed in your system. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

"Please who?" San's voice is deep, demanding.

Your voice is faint, barely a whisper. "Please, Sir."

He looks towards Wooyoung who is still hovering between your legs, lips glistening with your juices. "What do you think, Woo? Should we give her what she wants?"

Wooyoung pushes his hair back off of his forehead, sweat droplets falling onto the mattress below. "I know I'm more than willing to follow through."

San laughs, his chest reverberating against your back. "I'm sure you are. In that case, go for it; see if you can make her come as hard as I can."

Wooyoung takes on the challenge. His mouth attaches to your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he adds a finger, plunging it into your dripping core, you scream his name.

"Fuck, Wooyoung!"

Your hand tangles in his dark hair and you can't help but pull, too lost in your own lust to hold onto any semblance of thought. Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind, though. If anything, it turns him on knowing that you're so far gone.

"Come on, baby," San whispers, hot breath dancing across your ear. "Come for us. Show me how good Wooyoung is making you feel."

Wooyoung adds a second finger and before you know it, you're seeing stars. A blinding wave of heat and pleasure overtakes you and you're shaking but, God, it feels so, so good. Wooyoung guides you through your orgasm with soft, gentle licks against your swollen pussy as San whispers words of praise against your skin. When you come back down from your high, you register the feeling of tears on your cheeks.

Wooyoung, finally satisfied, crawls up to lie beside you on the bed. He chuckles softly when he sees the state you're in and kisses away the wetness on your cheeks with a smile.

"It was so good that you cried, hm? You're so cute." Then, turning to San, he smirks. "You ever make her come like that?"

San rolls his eyes. "Of course I have. Don't get ahead of yourself."

At this point, you can barely find the strength to form a proper sentence but still, you grab onto one of San's biceps, fingernails digging into his tanned skin.

"Why don't you show him?"

San's eyes widen ever so slightly. "Are you sure you can handle it right now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, God yes."

San still looks hesitant so you take initiative, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to your own. You kiss him with everything you have, hoping it expresses your wanton need for him. Against his lips, you murmur, "I want you. I want you inside of me, please."

"Fuck, angel..." He groans and closes his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly. "You have no idea what you do to me."

After shimmying out of his pants and the boxers underneath, he reaches behind Wooyoung and searches around in the drawer next to his bed, pulling out a condom. He carefully rips it open and, after blowing into it, begins to roll it down his shaft. He moans at the friction and you frown, realizing how little attention you've given him. Shooing his hand away, you take over, rolling it all the way down to the base. He buries his face in your neck, groaning every time you move. You continue to stroke him, bringing your hand up to the tip of his cock before twisting your wrist and moving back down. He doesn't let you continue your ministrations for long, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop.

"I'm close," he explains, sweat pooling at his brow, "And I would much rather be inside of you right now."

You smile and peck him on the lips. "Okay, I'm ready."

With your consent, he lifts you up and sits you on his cock, pushing past your walls. He stills with a gasp. "Fuck, you're so wet. Wooyoung did a good job of getting you ready for me, didn't he?" You nod and he begins to thrust, making you fall forward and lean against his chest for support. "You always take my cock so well, don't you? It's like you were made for me."

You let out a strangled moan, the praise combined with his actions sending shockwaves straight to your core. You came not so long ago and already you can feel your pleasure coiling once again. "Fuck, yes, I'm yours," you say.

Wooyoung, neglected, takes action and moves forward, tucking a finger under your chin and tilting your head, forcing you to look at him instead of San. "Y/N... kiss me."

You lean forward, stopping a breath away from his lips. "Sir," you whisper, "Can I?"

San shudders as you clench around his cock. "Go for it."

At his word, you capture Wooyoung's lips with your own. The first thing you notice is that you can still taste yourself on him; the second thing is how passionately he responds to you and how eagerly he returns your affection. He tangles his hand in your hair, tugging slightly on the strands. You moan at the sensation, nipping at his lips in the process.

San snaps his hips, slamming into you at a menacing pace that has your thighs shaking from the force of it. You gasp and, unable to keep kissing, grab at Wooyoung wherever you can, searching for support. Your hands find purchase on his biceps and you dig your nails into his skin, too lost in your pleasure to be gentle. However, Wooyoung doesn't seem to mind—in fact, the slight pain causes him to moan.

You can tell San is close by the way his breathing is getting heavier and his thrusts are getting sloppier. You clench around him and he squeezes his eyes shut, groaning.

"Fuck, baby, oh my God—"

"Sir, I want to come with you," you whine, throwing the nickname in there because you know it will help bring him to the edge.

He kisses you and brings a hand to your clit, furiously rubbing it with the pads of his two fingers. "Okay," he pants, "Come with me, angel. Come with me."

The coil building in your abdomen comes undone once he snaps his hips at an angle that hits that one spot inside of you and you impulsively lean forward, biting onto Wooyoung's shoulder to muffle your loud moaning. The spasms of your walls against his cock have San following after you mere seconds later and he eases you off of him, letting you fall to your back against the mattress below.

San places a loving kiss against your temple and turns to Wooyoung, who at some point had taken off his own jeans, freeing his swollen cock. "Woo, come here," he commands, crooking his finger. You frown, realizing that Wooyoung has gone the longest without being touched; how unfair. You reach out a hand, willing to help relieve him, but San stops you. "No, you rest. I'll take care of him."

You watch with wide eyes as your boyfriend goes slack-jawed and takes Wooyoung's leaking cock into his mouth, allowing the other boy to fuck his throat. He sucks him off with the ease of someone who has done it multiple times before, knowing when to move and when to still, when to use his tongue and when to not. Saliva begins to dribble out of the corners of his lips and his eyes tear, but you can tell he's eager to help Wooyoung reach his end what with the way his hands are supportively rubbing the other's thick thighs. If you weren't so exhausted, you think you might have come again just from the sight of it.

It doesn't take long for Wooyoung to come with how long he's been holding off and San takes all of it, swallowing and gently pulling off of him. Wooyoung collapses against the headboard, chest heaving. After catching his breath, he looks at you and smiles.

"Well... this was fun, huh?"

You can't help but laugh, so blown away by the turn this night has taken. "Fun is just one of the words I would use, I think."

Wooyoung reaches out, carefully pushing your hair off of your forehead and the loving action reminds you of a question you had wanted to ask earlier.

"Woo?"

"Hm?"

"How long have you wanted this?"

His ears turn red and you can tell that the question embarrasses him, but he answers anyway. "Since before you and Sannie started dating."

"Wait... back in high school?" He nods. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared," he admits. "You and I had—have—been best friends for so long and I didn't wanna risk ruining that by acting on my feelings. Then I introduced you to Sannie and, well... the rest is history." You punch him on the arm and he whines. "What was that for?!"

"You idiot! I liked you too."

"You... what?" His complexion pales as the information sinks in. "Fuck."

San, silent until now, wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him, kissing your cheek. "Y/N... do you still like Woo?"

"I..." You pause, startled. "Is this a trick question?"

He laughs. "No, it's not. And there's no wrong answer. Just be honest with me, baby."

"M-maybe." Your voice is small, tentative; telling your boyfriend you have feelings for your mutual best friend isn't something you ever saw yourself doing.

"What if I said I did too?" San asks.

Your jaw drops and you search his face for any signs that he's joking, but he looks completely serious. "Really?"

San nods. He gestures for Wooyoung to come closer and he does, scooting forward so that he's sitting right next to you. He rests a hand on your bare thigh, gently caressing the skin there and calming your nerves.

"Yeah. I like both you and Wooyoung and you like both of us, right?" You nod. "What would you think about making this a normal thing?"

"Like... the three of us all being in a relationship?" you ask.

Wooyoung shrugs. "We don't have to have any sort of label. This is just something we can try out. If it doesn't work, that's okay too. I won't mind."

You take a moment to think, weighing the pros and cons. Then, you realize something. “Wait… Did you guys plan this whole thing out?” San and Wooyoung share a guilty look and you laugh, shaking your head exasperatedly. “God, what am I getting myself into?”

Wooyoung’s eyes light up. “So you’re willing to try?”

You nod. “Yeah, I am."

"Great!" San kisses your nose and gets up, discarding the used condom into the trash can underneath his desk. He slips on a pair of sweatpants and goes out the door to presumably get some things from the bathroom, but of course not before throwing the two of you a dimpled smile and assuring that he'll be right back.

He returns shortly, opening the door with one hand as he holds two washcloths and some lotion in the other. He closes it with his foot and practically jumps on the bed, eager to not keep you or Wooyoung waiting any longer. Gingerly, he wipes away with your sweat, starting with what's on your face and not stopping until you are fully refreshed. Then, as he hums under his breath, he squeezes some lotion onto his hands and begins to gently massage you, helping to loosen up any tension and soreness you might feel. He saves your abused core for last, making sure to be extra gentle.

You watch with a content smile as he smothers you in aftercare, letting yourself just sit back and soak in every second of it. You used to feel guilty when he did this, feeling bad you weren't doing anything in return, but he's assured you so many times that he enjoys it and wouldn't do it if he didn't want to that you can't help but just selfishly enjoy it now.

Not wanting Wooyoung to feel left out, he makes sure to give him the same routine. Wooyoung is hesitant at first like you used to be but, before long, he's practically purring. Once San is done, he slides into bed behind you and covers your scantily clad bodies with the previously discarded blanket. Instantly, you slide closer towards him so that your back is against his chest and he sighs contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. Wooyoung turns to face you and San, forehead almost touching your own, and you kiss him, making him laugh.

"I can't believe this is real," he admits.

You smile. "Me neither. It's weird, but it's nice."

San hums in agreement, already drifting off.

"I love you," you say softly, chest aching with just how much you mean those words. "Both of you."

"I love you more," San responds. Just like always.

"I love you, too." The same words Wooyoung has always said, but now with a different meaning.

It's nice, you think, having two people to wish you goodnight.

The following morning, you're the one who wakes up first. Wooyoung is the first thing you see, mouth slightly parted and hair a complete mess. You smile, finding it endearing. San's grip around your waist is tight but you manage to slip out of his hold, getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of underwear and a t-shirt. You open the door and quietly make your way to the kitchen, hoping that Seonghwa and Hongjoong are still asleep. You don't hear any commotion and you let out a relieved breath, glad that you don't have to deal with the embarrassment of facing anyone after—

"Good morning," Seonghwa says, peering up at you over the rim of his coffee mug. You freeze, watching as he takes a sip and then places it down on the counter in front of him.

"Oh, um, hey. Hope we didn't, uh..."

"Keep me up? No, not at all. Not like for a second I thought you were getting murdered from how loud you were screaming or anything like that."

Your entire body seems to burn from the force of your blush. "Fuck. Sorry, Hwa."

"Whatever, it's fine. But, I have to ask... Is that Wooyoung's shirt?"

Looking down, you see that you are most definitely wearing that shirt Wooyoung had on the night before. "Yeah, I... We, um..."

It's at this point that both Wooyoung and San emerge from the bedroom, San still clad only in his sweatpants and Wooyoung in a pair of boxers. San instantly puts his arm around your waist and lovingly pecks your cheek, and Wooyoung smacks your ass as he walks by to get to the coffee pot.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow as he watches the scene play out. "You know what? This weirdly makes a lot of sense." Getting up and putting his now empty coffee mug into the sink, he adds, "Anyway, I'm headed out. You three think you're up for another party tonight?"

Your mind travels back to last night and what incredible things the party led to so, without missing a beat, you respond, "Oh, God yes."

Seonghwa laughs. "Cool. See ya later, Y/N."

The door closes with a slam behind him and you hear a groan come from the hallway behind you. You take a look around the bend to see a very, very hungover looking Hongjoong hobbling his way out of Seonghwa's room. You smile and share a look with Wooyoung and San, shaking your head. Looks like your prediction was right—you're gonna be stuck taking care of him after all.

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strawberrystepmom · 1 year

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cw children, cw families, cw pregnancy. satoru and f!reader are married (this is the happily ever after of the semi established relationship), have a child, reader is pregnant with twins. just domestic fluff. wc936

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune as always 🩷

Standing in the kitchen of your home, you hear the pair of your husband Satoru and your daughter approaching long before you ever see either of them. They’re bickering, as per usual, your daughter attempting to show her unreasonable father reason.

Perhaps she takes after you more than you think despite being his mirror image, all white hair that stands up on end if you don’t style it every day and wild eyes like the sky. She’s beautiful, every bit of him and every bit of you that she is. A good girl with a big heart full of kindness.

“Daddy, you lost!” Her voice echoes alongside their footsteps and Satoru’s scoff as a rebuttal to her statement. You shake your head.

Maybe she is just like her father after all.

She’s four years old and you can picture the way her little hands are thrown out in exasperation without seeing them yourself. Her chubby fingers are almost certainly gripping the sides of his face while she scowls at him and you’re double certain he’s fighting the urge to say something sarcastic as the two of them finally enter the kitchen.

He’s holding her against his chest on one of his arms despite her being too big to be carried around as she’ll claim on any other day. Her hands are indeed cupping either side of his face and two sets of eyes as blue as you’ve ever seen them train on you.

You wear many hats and recently “referee” has become the most common one, her budding personality adorable but a foil to her larger than life father neither of you were expecting.

“Mama, I beat daddy!”

A grin spreads across your face and you hold out your arms for your daughter who reaches out without a second thought. She’s never too big for her mama to snuggle, cheek pressing against her soft and wild hair, little waves she inherited from you framing her face.

It’s difficult for you to hold her while pregnant but you do your best, grabbing her and sliding her onto your hip so she can throw her arms around your neck. You turn your head away enough that she notices and takes the opportunity to stick her tongue out in Satoru’s direction. He pretends to be offended, clutching his chest in horror.

“She did not beat me!”

The smile you’ve been wearing grows into a full blown grin at his insistence that he was not bested in a round of 50cc Mario Kart by his toddler and you press a kiss against the top of her head before turning to look at Gojo.

“Given the way you’re pouting, I’d say you definitely lost, handsome.”

Another shocked scoff and he folds his arms over his chest, looking down at the ground and kicking at it with one of his sock clad feet. He’s had the entire week off to spend time with your family and you can’t deny you love seeing him more relaxed than he usually is, even when he’s lamenting.

“I didn’t lose but she did win.”

You smile, your daughter humming happily as you hand her a grape from the pile you’ve been chopping on the counter. Preparing a little picnic for the afternoon, the three of you planning the outing last night. Trying to reposition her over your rounded belly, Satoru notices the predicament and holds his arms out for her to enter once again.

She chomps her grape and reaches up to rub his stubbly cheek, grinning, before kicking her legs out to be let down. He bends at the waist and places her gently on the floor below and she rushes to hug your belly, pressing her cheek against it.

“My big girl, you are so sweet,” he starts, voice thick, watching his little ones, here and not quite here yet, interact with one another.

“You hear that brother and sister? Daddy’s a loser,” she whispers to your belly and your jaw drops when she giggles gleefully and runs off, little feet pounding on the floor as she heads back to the designated play room.

You and your husband share a glance before cracking up, hand coming to his bicep to hold onto him while you nearly topple over with laughter.

“I think you’ve been a bad influence this week,” you wipe tears off of your face, grin big and bright. A sheepish shrug is his response before pulling you close and resting his hand on your belly, rubbing it gently. You shut your eyes and rest your head against his bicep.

“Well, when these two get here I’ll be home for four weeks. She’ll be really rotten by the time those are over.”

Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around his waist and rub your thumbs over his lower back.

“Maybe one out of three will be like me,” you joke and he laughs, dipping his chin and kissing your forehead.

“Or maybe you’ll just have two more mini Satoru’s to make you worry instead.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

He shrugs, you feel it rather than see it.

“I can’t deny how nice it would be to have a little you, though. Sweet and funny and grumpy…” he trails off, expecting a scolding, but instead you hum.

“I don’t mind either way. No matter what, they’re ours.”

Ours. A word that sounds sweet every time it leaves your lips. A life you weren’t sure you’d ever build together has burst to life and it’s hard not to just simply feel grateful it’s happening.

“Our perfect little angels.”

You nod once. It’s not exactly the term you’d pick but it’ll do, heart singing over the fact he loves you and your children so much.

“Exactly.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoken #kendall writes #cw children #cw families #cw pregnancy

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seandwalsh · 1 month

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The culture of Lakitus in the Mario Universe

Lakitus are a species of Koopa that are often seen riding around in clouds with faces, throwing items like Spiny Eggs, Piranha Pods, Hammers or Coins at the people below them and using fishing rods to hold or catch all sorts of things. Many Lakitus work as Bowser's Minions, though we've also seen Lakitu reporters, such as the Lakitu Bros. in Super Mario 64, and the referee Lakitu who runs the Mario Kart tournaments and various other Mario sports events.

While most Koopas are ruled directly by Bowser, the Lakitus have their own ruler, King Lakitu, implying they may be more distant culturally from the others. While King Lakitu and his people clearly serve Bowser in modern day, this may have been an alliance that formed in more recent history.

Throughout various Mario games, the Lakitus are connected to the Chinese-like culture in Mario’s World. In Dragon Driftway from Mario Kart 8, a course with Chinese-style architecture, murals of Lakitus practicing Kung Fu can be seen on the interior.

Lakitu’s name written in Chinese characters ("朱盖木") can be seen on lanterns, signs and murals in Dragon Driftway as well as Dragon Palace, where Koopa Troopas can be seen practicing Kung Fu. Lakitu emblems (depicting a Lakitu's Cloud) and statues of Lakitus practicing Kung Fu are both featured prominently in both Dragon Driftway and Dragon Palace.

A poster for a movie called “Kung Fu Lakitu” with the subtitle “Dragon Driftway The Movie” can also be seen in GBA Ribbon Road.

Dragon Driftway appears to have been built in the image of an ancestor of Gobblegut, from Super Mario Galaxy 2, which had four limbs. Gold and silver statues resembling a version of this this Gobblegut ancestor, with a shorter body and "whiskers" resembling those on Draggadon, can be found in the courtyard of Dragon Palace.

This civilisation may also have built Pagoda Peak, which features Chinese-like architecture and a large green dragon structure with orange horns, very similar to Gobblegut. Pagoda Peak is said to be 4000 years old and is inhabited by Kung Fu Koopas and the Koopa Master. Perhaps the Koopa Troopas seen training in Dragon Palace will go on to become Kung Fu Koopas.

Glitzville from Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door is an “exotic” floating city with Chinese-style architecture, presumably modelled after a different region.

The city is named “Oolong Town” (ウーロン街) in Japanese after Chinese oolong tea. Glitzville is inhabited by many Lakitus, with both guests and local reporters being members of the Lakitu species.

At least a quarter of the Glitz Pit audience is comprised of Lakitus. Perhaps the sky-high location and cultural theming make it a popular draw for Lakitus in the region.

In Super Mario Land, the bosses faced in the Birabuto Kingdom, Muda Kingdom and Easton Kingdom are depicted as the leaders of a specific faction of enemies faced earlier in their respective kingdoms.

The boss of the Chai Kingdom, Biokinton, initially appears to be an exception to this, not bearing a resemblance to any enemies faced in the Chai Kingdom. Biokinton is described as shy and said to be hiding in a cloud which resembles a Lakitu’s Cloud. Rocketons are airplanes piloted by "soldier guards" faced by Mario immediately before Biokinton.

These guards strongly resemble Lakitus with their yellow skin, goggles and short, round noses. They may have a connection to Biokinton given their close proximity and matching name endings in both English and Japanese. “Biokinton” (パオキントン), “Rocketon” (ロケトン).

Perhaps Dragon Driftway, Dragon Palace and Pagoda Peak are actually in the Chai Kingdom, and with the alliance between King Lakitu's and Bowser's families centuries ago, Koopa Troopas began training in Kung Fu and Lakitus began serving in the Koopa Kingdom army.

Thank you to Sophie of @cartographers-office for pointing out the resemblance between Lakitus and the Rocketon pilots, this has been a fun one!

#mario lore #super mario #lakitu #mario kart 8 #mario kart 8 deluxe #rocketon #biokinton #super mario land #mario party #mario party 7 #super mario galaxy 2

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tonitheloftwing · 3 months

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Punch Out worldbuilding is so funny. At first it’s like yeah okay haha they made the referee Mario that’s kinda funny, but the series still seems to be grounded in reality. And then you realize that Donkey Kong canonically exists as a being with human level intelligence that’s allowed to box. And also squirrels and bears have achieved a level of sentience where they can consent to participating in boxing matches, too. And then there’s a magical catboy, what is he doing here? And Mike Tyson exists, too. Why is the boxing league called World Video Boxing Association? Do they know they’re in a video game? And if Sailor Moon exists in the Punch Out universe as fiction, but Mario, DK, and Mike Tyson are real people, what separates the line between fiction and reality here? Are there other real world people who exist in the Punch Out universe? Or people from other fictional universes? The series takes place in New York City; if Little Mac ran into Jerry Seinfeld, would he be actual celebrity Jerry Seinfeld, or Seinfeld Jerry Seinfeld, or Barry B. Benson? If all real celebrities are canon to the Punch Out universe, does this mean that Jim Creeggan could fight in the WVBA? Does Kittydog exist in the Punch Out universe????

#punch out #nintendo #Mario #donkey Kong #Mike Tyson

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peppermintpillz · 4 months

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I’ve seen that Mario x Don Flamenco is a thing and I think that’s funny but also extremely awesome and based. Please take my shitpost art I made of them

(Suggestive?? Art under the cut I get a bit weird lol)

I promise I’ll make serious punch out art for pride month eventually

#punch out!!#punch out #punch out wii #punch out fanart #don flamenco #mario bros #referee mario #super mario #mario #rarepair #punch out referee

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dira333 · 2 months

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Bakugo x Reader, 6 parts, Timeskip AU

Not everyone is born with a Soulmark. But even if you are, it doesn't make things easier.

Warnings: None, Angst to Fluff.

Chapters are going to be posted daily - Masterlist

Part 4

“Be nice!” A woman chides loudly from the kitchen. Her skin and hair are pink, her eyes mesmerizingly dark. “Hey! Nice to meet you, I’m Mina. These idiots here are Kaminari and Shinsou and you’ll soon meet the rest of the Gang! Bakugo, can you help me with the Snacks?”

“Already on it,” Katsuki grunts next to you, finally managing to push Kirishima away.

“What do you want to drink?” He asks, leaving for the kitchen as Kirishima leads you over to the Couch.

“Sooo!” Kaminari leans into your space the minute you’re sitting. “Do you just want to watch the tournament or participate?”

“Participate, of course.” You tell him. “Do you think I’m passing a chance to smoke Katsuki?”

Kaminari’s surprised, but only for a second, before he grins just as wide as Kirishima.

“Good luck,” Shinsou tells you in his smokey, deep voice. “They’re all competitive.”

“That’s the thing,” you joke as Kirishima pushes a controller in your hands for a first warm-up round of Mario Kart. “You make more mistakes when you can’t afford to lose.”

The apartment fills up fast.

Soon enough you’re pressed into Katsuki’s side, Kaminari leaning heavily into you on your left, not yet getting the hang of the fact that he just needs to move the controller and not his body too.

“And Kaminari’s out!” Iida declares, ever the referee. He did participate, although he lost the first round.

“Man!” Kaminari leans further into you. “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” you agree easily, trying to push him off. “And I need to pee.”

“Oh!” He grins. “Sucks to be you then. You’re not getting up.”

“Let her get up!” Katsuki snarls. “You’re not a child!”

“But I just lost!” Kaminari defends himself before his eyes light up. “I have an idea-”

“No!” Mina yells through the room. “Don’t you dare! You said she has to work late today!”

But whatever she’s trying to do fails as Kaminari stretches out his hands with a grin, eyes closed as if he’s focusing until, in a flash of bright light, a woman appears in his arms.

She doesn’t look amused, yet not surprised either.

“I could have been on the toilet,” she argues as Kaminari all but drapes himself over her, lips pressed against her temple.

She sighs, waving half-heartedly. “He lost, didn’t he?”

You must have been looking a little out of it because Katsuki leans closer, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear when he speaks.

“She’s his girlfriend. The one I mentioned.”

“Oh, so he’s Duncef-” Her eyes cut to you, hard and questioning. “Kaminari,” you correct yourself with an apologetic smile and her frown loosens.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mina claps her hand, pulling your focus away. “Toiletbreak now if you need one.”

You get up, taking your and Katsuki’s empty glasses with you. He moves to stop you but you throw him a look that has him stay where he is. Someone whistles low but you choose to ignore it.

You stop cold when you return to the kitchen, not expecting the head of green hair or the warm smile.

“Izuku?”

“Oh, hi!” His smile turns a little sheepish. “What’s your name again?”

“Oh, you… you don’t know me yet. I live- I’m Katsuki’s… roommate.” You bite your tongue at the awkward self-introduction, try to busy yourself with refilling your drinks.

“Ah,” he says, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “They don’t know I’m in here, right?”

You laugh, startled yet again. “I don’t know, I just came from the toilet. Why?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he tries to wave you off, but you’ve already spotted the dirty bandage around his left hand.

“Did you hurt yourself?” You ask, stepping closer.

“Shh!” He tries to silence you, flushing when you move to grab his hand.

“You’re totally hurt,” you call out. “And that’s not even a fresh bandage.”

“I know, I know,” he pulls away. “I just need a minute to gather myself before I step in there.”

“Fine,” you huff, realizing with a start that it’s none of your business. Or should it be?

You move back to the drinks you’ve been preparing, now much too aware of his presence.

How do other people do this? Just ask about Soulmates and Soulmarks as if it means nothing?

“Do you…” You bite your tongue but the worlds have already slipped out.

You turn to get a better look at his face, your back turned to the door.

“Do you have a Soulmate, Izuku?”

His surprise is evident, his face flushing adorably. Did Mitsuki already call him? Would she do such a thing? Is this-

“Why do you want to know?” Katsuki’s voice runs like ice down your back.

His face is void of emotion as you turn toward him, though his brows have furrowed again. You don’t dare to smooth it out this time, not with how cold his eyes are.

“Just making Smalltalk,” you reply, cringing at how shallow it sounds.

If he heard it, he doesn’t answer, because his eyes zero in on the dirty bandage around Izuku’s hand.

“You idiot,” he snarls. “Did you get hurt again? Let me see!”

You flee the kitchen as the brothers squabble, not at all ashamed to slide into the open space between Shinsou and Ojiro.

Shinsou’s eyes lock onto yours and you swallow tight.

“Izuku just came in,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. “I thought I’d give my place to him.”

“How nice of you,” Shinsou drawls and you know he doesn’t believe you, not the least bit.

- x -

“Asshole,” Katsuki snarls as he pulls Izuku into the living room. It takes him only a second to notice that you’ve switched places but he bites his tongue and takes his seat, pushing his knee into Izuku’s side when the other guy can’t get comfortable right away.

“Does everyone have his drinks?” Mina asks, eyeing him with a knowing grin. He bites down on his tongue again. Great.

Now everyone thinks that you and him have something going on. And it’s not like that, he wants to tell them. Not because he’s not interested - god, if only he wasn’t - but because you’re clearly not.

He’d be a fool not to notice your interest in Izuku.

It used to be different, he thinks with no little amount of guilt. People used to fawn over him, discarding Izuku. But the tables have turned.

“Let’s start the next round, Izuku, are you play- oh, of course.” Mina rolls her eyes as he waves his freshly bandaged hand. “I should have known.”

Katsuki almost misses the signal, too distracted by the whole situation.

He can see Shinsou leaning over to whisper in your ear from time to time, his grip hardening around the controller every time.

But everyone would make fun of him if he lost this soon into the tournament and what excuse would he have? That he’s jealous?

You’re good too, never risking too much, playing it safe where needed.

And maybe you’d have made it to the finale round if the door hadn’t opened, Momo stepping in with an exhausted wave.

He sees the way you flinch at her sight because he’s got one eye on you instead of the screen - he’s almost through the Finish Line anyway - but he misses what that Flinch causes.

Your Princess Peach knocks into his Bowser, pushing the two of you so far off course that the rest of the Party races past.

He’s too surprised to even curse, watches as he’s put back on the road only to realize that if he lets you win now everyone will know that he cares. They will know and they will pity him when the truth eventually comes out because it always comes out.

Katsuki’s never been the emotionally smartest guy in the world, he can admit that to himself. Still, he feels guilty as he pushes his Kart past yours over the Finish Line.

You lose this round and thereby drop off the roster.

“Well,” you laugh and Katsuki wonders if he’s the only one who hears how forced it sounds. “I did get a few of you, at least.”

“You did good,” Ojiro congratulates you, rubbing a hand over your hair.

“Yeah, that was a sick move, trying to knock Bakugo out of the game,” Kaminari cries, face buried in his girlfriend's hair. It’s almost impossible to tell where she ends and he begins, but so far that’s nothing new.

“Whatever,” Katsuki grunts, putting his controller down to take a sip. His back is aching from how tense he is. Kirishima throws him a look that he ignores. Shinsou’s lazy smirk is harder to ignore. No one knows what that bastard is thinking at any time of the day. Honestly, he’s surprised no one’s dragging him for the fact that he almost lost. Or the fact that he’s so calm about his near loss.

“Oh,” Momo’s voice cuts through the noise like a velvet-covered knife. “Izuku. You’re hurt?”

Izuku blushes a red so vibrant Kirishima’s hair pales in comparison.

“It’s- uh, it’s nothing, Yao- Momo. Just a cut.”

“I treated it,” Katsuki hears himself say, voice gruff. “He’s fine.”

Momo’s eyes flicker up to him and then back to Izuku.

“Do you have a moment?” She asks, back stiff. “Or are you playing?”

“N-no, I-I’m fine.” Izuku almost swallows his tongue trying to answer, tripping over himself as he gets up. “Go ahead.”

“It’s just work stuff,” she promises with a smile though Iida is probably the only one who’d believe such a blatant lie. And even Iida’s eyes darken with sympathy.

“Well,” Mina claps her hands, trying to get everyone’s attention. “Next round? We still need to get rid of a few of you if we wanna have a winner. Or is anyone defecting? Ojiro, looking at you this time!”

“Not carsick yet!” He claims with a laugh. “I promise!”

And Katsuki could win this, he knows. He’s done it before.

Though it’s hard to focus with his mind elsewhere. You, awkwardly squished between Shinsou and Ojiro. Izuku and Momo in the other room and all that drama that comes with that. His own role in this, whatever it is. You. You again.

He manages to outdrive Shinsou but Ojiro beats him in the next race.

“Did you see that?” He asks, almost pushing you off the Couch in his excitement. “Did you see that?”

“I wasn’t focusing,” Katsuki grunts and you lean in, worry in your eyes.

“Headache?” You ask and he nods, embarrassed that you’re seeing through him this easily. “Told you you should have gotten that frown off your face,” you tease him and he can almost forget that moment in the kitchen or how your eyes followed Izuku out of the room.

That is until Izuku comes back.

“I’m sorry you didn’t win,” you tell him later in the car. You’re sitting much too close for comfort, he can smell the fruitiness of your drink on your breath when you speak, but he can’t very well ask you to sit in the back.

“It’s fine,” he huffs, turning the corner.

“Is it?” You ask. “I thought you were very competitive.”

“I am,” he insists, before swallowing harshly. “I mean, I don’t have to be, all the time.”

“But you are, right?” You ask again. “That’s what you are. Competitive. Aiming for the top.”

“What if?” He asks, voice coming out harsher than intended.

“I’m just…” You fall silent for a second. “I’m trying to get to know you better, Katsuki. Is it hard for you to be Number 2?”

He presses the brake so hard that the safety belt cuts into his shoulder. There’s a gurgled gasp from your side that tells him you’ve suffered a worse fate.

“Cat!” He breathes out, swallowing again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” your voice is raspy. “Shit. Did you hit it?”

“Hit what?”

“The cat, Katsuki!” Your eyes are like flashlights now, lighting up parts of him he doesn’t want to see.

“I’ll check,” you unbuckle your seatbelt but his hand’s holding you back.

“I’ll do it,” he says, stepping out of the car for nothing at all. There is no cat and he wants to throw up.

“Let’s get home,” he says as soon as he’s back in the car.

If you can hear how unstable he’s feeling, you’re not addressing it. But you’re also not picking up the conversation where he left it, and he’s thankful for that.

His mind is too full and too empty all at once.

He barely registers your smile as you bid him goodnight, though he feels the touch of your hand as you brush past him like a branding iron.

Sleep’s not coming soon, he realizes a few minutes into lying down.

Instead, he thinks of Izuku.

Katsuki can still remember his Soulmark, the intricate pattern of it almost dancing over the pale, freckled skin of his friend’s shoulder.

Izuku had been so proud of it, too, he remembers. Born without a Quirk, but born with a Soulmate.

How often had he asked Katsuki to paint it for him so he could memorize it. How often did he pull his shirt off in the middle of the Bakugo’s living room, asking “Aunty Mitsuki” and “Uncle Masaru” to check if it was still there.

He lost it during the war.

And it’s Izuku, so of course he pretended to be okay about it.

“I have all those pictures, Kacchan,” he’d said, like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing.

The mark on Katsuki’s left buttcheek burns like fire and he has no doubt this fire is fueled by guilt.

And maybe it would have been okay, in a way, to lose that Soulmark. If his Soulmate hadn’t been Momo too.

Katsuki sits up, tries to breathe.

It’s unfair, all of it. And it’s not even happening to him, though he wants to scream at the Universe with all the anger he’s ever felt.

What good is it to win a war, to come out alive out of this hell, to find love only to lose it like that?

Because Momo and Shoto had been dating, a tentative love strengthened by the horror they went through together, when the first Fake Soulmarks appeared.

More often than not Shoto spent the night at his place, trying to find reprieve from the madness.

Was he allowed to love Momo when a Soulmate existed?

Was he allowed to still love Momo when they had already ended what hadn’t even gotten the chance to fully bloom? When he’d broken it off only for his Soulmate to turn out fake?

And then, to fully hit home the realization that Soulmate’s are more a curse than anything else, Izuku and Momo had realized that, lost or not, her Soulmark matched his.

Katsuki can’t help but think about his own mark, his own person attached to it.

Are they in a relationship already? Are they waiting for him or building their own life, convinced he’s never going to show up?

And what if he dares to- what if he’d dare to… love you?

It doesn’t matter, he tells himself, trying to find a comfortable position. You’re not into him.

He’s resting on his back now, cold sweat pooling at his hairline.

His heart is racing, no matter how slow he’s trying to breathe.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Katsuki tries to think about you, safe in the other room. Probably sleeping curled up like a kitten, a sight he’s only caught twice so far.

Usually, that thought calms him down, though tonight it doesn’t work.

His breath is coming in sharp inhales now, almost gasping for air.

His heart, racing like he’s running for his life, has started hurting.

Is he… Is he having a panic attack? Or is this something worse, his borrowed heart finally running out of time?

He gasps your name, breathless, raspy, trying to get out of bed.

His phone tumbles out of his grip and his knees hit the floor hard. He’s dizzy and the darkness isn’t helping. Where’s the door again?

“Katsuki?!” Your voice is panicked too, but maybe he’s imagining it. Maybe this is just a dream.

Dream… Yeah, dreaming would be nice. Katsuki closes his eyes, letting the darkness swallow him.

-x-

You’re not usually one to dream in vivid detail. And despite trying to explain it multiple times, you can’t really find words for the difference there is between your usual dreams and those trying to lead you toward your Soulmate.

More often than not it’s just this pull, nothing else, that stays with you well into your waking hours.

Tonight though, with your mind reeling, you can’t help but push back.

What good do these dreams do? They just remind you of something you don’t have and maybe never will.

And even… And even if Izuku is your Soulmate, does it matter?

You’d rather not accept this bond and stay where you are, a friend, nothing more, but at Katsuki’s side.

So you push against this pull, take one step, two steps, three steps into the other direction.

It strains your heart in a way you hadn’t known, to the point you feel breathless with agony.

And then you wake up, gasping for air, dizzy, your chest heaving.

Did you just reject your Soulmate? Or did you just buy yourself a little more time?

You climb out of your bed, aiming for the kitchen for a sip of water, when you hear your name.

Katsuki.

You stumble through his door, his hair glowing in the dim light falling in from the hallway.

“Katsuki?!” You catch him as he falls into you, his heavy body tackling you to the ground as he goes slack.

Panicking, you try to remember all those First-Aid Courses you had to get through.

First, recovery position. Somehow you manage to get him onto his side.

He’s heavy and warm, his shoulders so unbelievably wide.

“Come on, come on!” You beg him, “Wake up!”

You can barely see him through your tears, but you can feel it, the first deep breath he takes, shuddering and shaking.

Then another. And another.

“Katsuki?” You ask, face pressed against his chest, curling into him. “Are you alive?”

“What else would I be?” He asks, voice gruff, though you can hear the fear still coating his words.

“I’m taking you to the Hospital, okay?” You tell him, though not yet moving, too afraid he’ll pass out again any second.

“Yeah.”

“What happened, anyway?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he explains, his hand now curling heavy around your body. “Felt like a panic attack at first. Might have been a heart attack instead.”

“You’ve got those often?”

“No. But that’s not my first heart, so I’m no expert on it.”

“Not your first- Katsuki!” You whine, tears leaking into your words. “What?!”

“Long story.” He huffs out a breath. “You good?”

“Yeah.” You pull up your nose. “Yeah, I’m good. Don’t worry about me, just freaking out about you.”

The ride to the hospital is silent, Katsuki’s left hand heavy on your knee. You put it there, glared at him when he argued.

“I need to be sure that you’re still alive, okay?!”

“Okay.” He falls silent, huffing out a cough every time you squeeze his hand.

You follow him inside this time, always two steps behind him until it’s time for his examination.

“I’ll wait outside,” you tell him, squeezing his hand one last time.

It probably only takes them half an hour, tops, but the time just won’t pass.

You’ve got half a mind to call his parents, not just because of this health scare but because they’d know, right? They could tell you who your Soulmate is and get this mess sorted out.

Katsuki looks pale when he walks out, paler than he was walking in.

“Everything okay?” You ask and he nods, though you don’t really believe him.

“Hungry?” You ask once you’ve made it out, the coldness of the night finally settling in.

He laughs. “Not really.”

“Tired?”

“Exhausted. But I’m not going to be able to sleep anyway.”

“What did they say?”

He swallows tightly. You know because your eyes are focused on his Adam’s apple.

“My heart’s fine,” he huffs out. “Well, as good as it can be, second-hand. I was freaking out about some stuff, so it’s probably a panic attack. It could also be-” He trails off, hands clenching into the fabric of his trousers. “Well, whatever it is, I’ve got some drugs that I need to take now.”

“What kind?”

“Oh, just some antidepressants.” He laughs but it doesn’t sound amused.

“Katsuki…” He turns his head, though his eyes avoid yours. “What do you need right now?”

His breath comes shaky. He doesn’t say it, but you can read it in his eyes, so you wrap your arms around him and squeeze as hard as you can.

His head sinks heavy onto your shoulder.

Does it look stupid, to hug in your sleepwear in the dark parking lot of a 24-hour clinic? If so, you don’t care. There’s no place you’d rather be right now. Not when Katsuki needs you.

#my writing #Soulmates in Denial #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo family #bakugo angst #bakugo fluff

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Super Mario Bracket: HONORABLE MENTIONS

so then! now that round one is wrapped up and the first batch of round two's polls have been posted, (note: tumblr glitched and posted this too early so that's not in fact true yet as of when this is being posted) now's a good time to go through some of the characters from the preliminary nomination process that didn't make the cut!

the ones that barely didn't make it

while every character with at least six nominations made it into the bracket (with the exception of four ineligible "characters"), only the "first" few characters with five nominations (with the tie-breaking order decided by who had their first nominations earliest) made it in. so, here are all the characters that got five nominations that aren't in the bracket, in order of when they were first nominated (there's quite a few!):

Talking Flower, from Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Antasma, from Dream Team

Big Daddy of Blooper-surfing, from Super Mario Sunshine

Thwomp, from Super Mario Bros. 3

Koopa Troopa, from Super Mario Bros.

Big Top, from Mario Party 8 (I don't know why the Super Mario Wiki has MC Ballyhoo and Big Top as two separate articles. Big Top is MC Ballyhoo's hat)

Thwimp, from Super Mario World

Joan of Arc, from Mario's Time Machine

Bouldergeist, from Super Mario Galaxy

Shakespeare, from Mario's Time Machine

Bob-omb, from Doki Doki Panic / Super Mario USA

Reznor, from Super Mario World

Julius Caesar, from Mario's Time Machine

Diddy Kong, from Donkey Kong Country

Baby Luma, from Super Mario Galaxy

Eggman Nega, from Mario & Sonic at the Olympic Winter Games

Cosmic Mario, from Super Mario Galaxy

Goombette, from Super Mario Odyssey

Lakitu (Mario Kart referee), from Super Mario Kart

Lumalee, from Super Mario Galaxy

Watt, from Paper Mario

Pyoro, from Mega Microgame$!

Johnny, from Super Mario RPG

Inspector Gadget, from Super Show!

Lakitu, from Super Mario Bros.

Yamamura, from Super Mario Maker

Princess Shroob, from Partners in Time

Larry Koopa, from Super Mario Bros. 3

Mad Piano, from Super Mario 64

Bowsette

a lot of people wanted to nominate Bowsette, but since she doesn't have a Super Mario Wiki article she is not eligible, and in fact the nomination form mechanically prevented people from submitting a nomination without providing a Super Mario Wiki link. however, if I had counted nominations based on what conceptual character people were trying to nominate instead of just looking at the provided Super Mario Wiki article, Bowsette would have made it into the top 128, and I would have had to exclude her manually.

the nominations that mentioned Bowsette by name consisted of:

one nomination for Bowser

three nominations for Peachette

one nomination for Undodog, inexplicably

three nominations for Bowletta

three nominations for List of references on the Internet, the actual Super Mario Wiki article that covers Bowsette (among other topics)

one nomination for the Super Crown

one nomination for File:Peach Bowser Concept TAoSMO.jpg

technicalities

as you might have noticed from the 128 characters that did make it into the bracket, a lot of nominations were for subjects that, under some technicality, qualify as a "Mario character". disappointingly, the technicalities that didn't make it into the bracket were, generally speaking, really boring. the main types of not-really-Mario-characters people nominated were:

crossover characters, Sonic characters especially

real-ass people. I'm pretty sure every single person in the Super Mario Wiki's Category:People was nominated at least once. after making a poll about it, I decided that real people are only eligible if they appear in some piece of official Mario media as a fictional version of themself, so real people with entirely nonfictional relevance to Mario are disqualified

non-characters. none of the specific nominations of this type that didn't make it into the bracket are really worth highlighting; it's just random stuff that happens to have a Super Mario Wiki article

typographic characters, which were disappointingly uncommon. Letter (Super Mario Odyssey) only got one nomination!

the Super Mario Wiki's Mario Awards polls (concurrent)

at the time of writing, votes are open for the Super Mario Wiki's 2023 Mario Awards. here's how many nominations each character in their "favorite character" polls got for this bracket!

Favorite Major Character

Luigi: 104

Rosalina: 101

Waluigi: 90

Princess Daisy: 81

Yoshi: 71

Mario: 56

Wario: 45

Bowser: 45

Toadette: 31

Princess Peach: 27

Toad: 21

Bowser Jr.: 15

Donkey Kong: 10

Favorite Supporting Character

Catherine: 66

Nabbit: 42

Captain Toad: 24

King Boo: 22

Funky Kong: 22

Kamek: 20

Ashley: 14

Professor E. Gadd: 10

King Bob-omb: 9

Toadsworth: 8

Cappy: 8

Pauline: 7

Poochy: 6

Diddy Kong: 5

Prince Florian: 2

Dixie Kong: 2

Grape: 1

Stella: 0

Favorite Mario RPG Character

Vivian: 215

Fawful: 59

Dimentio: 51

Goombella: 45

Count Bleck: 34

Geno: 16

?????: 14

Admiral Bobbery: 12

Popple: 9

Bobby/Bob-omb: 8

Mallow: 8

Huey: 6

Booster: 4

Rabbid Peach: 3

Goombario: 2

Olivia: 1

King Olly: 1

Lord Crump: 0

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can u do gamer!kaneki and reader doing a stream where it’s just them goofing off and doing random stuff? like reader does his makeup on stream, smash or pass w anime characters, etc. ofc if you’d like !! thank u ♡

of course! sorry this took so long :(

☆,

as you know, kaneki has been streaming for a while now. his viewers love him, but they also love you! he’s starting to think he can’t have one stream where they’re not begging him to bring you in.

eventually you become a reoccurring guest, no matter what is is you two are doing.

his viewers eventually give you guys ideas of some silly things to do.

like one time you guys had to remake peoples instagram stories. you guys would just scroll thru your mutuals stories & randomly click on one.

it left you guys posting some corny couple photos, random fit checks, your attempts at some of the fancy dinners they were eating, or even random videos between them & their friends.

another time, the viewers begged & BEGGED the two of you to play smash or pass & it was the funniest thing ever.

“okok. uhm, smash or pass satoru gojo”

“smash.”

“hello??”

“what- i can’t smash gojo but you can?? he’s my glorious blue eyed king!”

“YOUR?! ken baby, he doesn’t even know who you ARE!”

“just shhh..”

“ok wtv. smash or pass eren jaeger”

“pass..”

“smash.”

“excuse me? didn’t he commit like every war crime.. ever?”

“ok & he was sexy while doing it all.”

“is that what i have to do for you..?”

“absolutely.”

“you were supposed to say no….”

“oh-”

this continued with a plethora of people & by the end of it, you guys were questioning each other so hard.

some of your guys’ other friends got wrapped into the content. one night you called up hide to test his loyalty.

“uhm- hey hide. is kaneki there with you? he said he’d be hanging out with you, but i haven’t heard from him in hours.”

hide literally requests to facetime you & walks you throughout his whole house to show no signs of kaneki. manz was playing NO games. & kaneki was so heartbroken.

“bro how’re you gonna expose me like that?!”

“bc if you’re cheating on your girl, i’m not gonna help you cover that shit up. be a man, moron”

“ok chill. i didn’t even cheat”

“yeah +10k aura for hide..”

“ok i’m hanging up wtf”

you ended up asking ken if you guys could do a cooking and/or baking stream. but without a recipe, he agrees & this makes for the most viral stream yet.

you have hide and ayato there to let you guys know how much time there is left, to referee the whole situation, & ofc to judge the food

you’re instructed to make pasta, FROM SCRATCH.

things start off well, but when you take a bathroom break, kaneki ends up sabotaging your dish.

he’s adding in a lil bit too much salt to your pasta sauce, & tasting it makes his whole face scrunch up.

when you come back, hide looks so guilty. like he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to see. which was of course, the underlying truth. all the while ayato was there, pokerfaced.

noticing this, you immediately assume ken is suspicious, “kaneki what’d you do.”

“what?? nothing.”

“hide is he lying.”

“i dunno”

“you were here the whole time?! ‘wdym i dunno’ you do know!”

“no i don’t?!”

you decide to let it go.

the whole process is chaotic, but fun. by the time it’s ready for judging, you & kaneki were both stressed out.

making noodles from SCRATCH without a recipe isn’t an easy task.

ken’s plate looked like mario & luigi threw it up, while yours looked like a penguin just regurgitated it to its baby.

you guys place the plates on the dinner table & you sit across from ayato & hide.

“alright chat. the foods done, looking rather.. interesting. i’m a little hesitant & scared to consume this but, we move”

“shall we?” ayato hands hide a fork & they both take a bite from ken’s dish first.

“uh- okay. i mean it’s definitely food. definitely a plate of food, i think” hide speaks first.

& ayato follows up with, “this is awful, ken”

kaneki gasps, almost as if hurt by the words, “okay then try y/n’s!”

& when they do, they’re pleasantly surprised. hide was expecting it to be salty as FUCK. but of course you peeped the chat saying how much salt ken had added. so you just added a shit ton of tomato sauce to even it all out. & it made for a yummy dish!

“this is decent! it’s not the greatest ever, but it’s also not the worst. definitely better than kaneki’s. the noodles are bit easier to chew & the sauce is almost normal”

“so did i win” you asked & ken looked so defeated in his seat..

“uhm. no you didn’t win. rightfully so, anyway.” ayato informs him & you jump for joy!

“you shouldn’t have tried to sabotage me, ken”

“how’d you even know?!”

lastly, one day you were super bored. you didn’t even plan on getting in stream with ken. you kinda just wanted to chill that day. but you chilled too hard. now you were literally doing nothing.

you put your phone down & wiped your eyes after scrolling through tiktok for what felt like hours.

“what to do, what to do” you said to yourself.

an idea clicks & you quickly jumped from your bed to make way to your closet.

you're putting on a cute dress & getting ready for, well, nothing at all. but it's all part of the plan. ken is so wrapped up in his gaming that he takes no notice of you at all. you're at your vanity pulling together the last pieces of your look.

even chat notices before your own boyfriend does, they're thinking ken has to leave soon because you guys are going somewhere but that's not at all the case.

you're stood by the bedroom door, all dolled up & pretty. "okay ken, i'm gonna go to target!" he looks back at you for a quick second & then back at his monitor.

"okay, see you later, love you!"

you walk out the room & ken is reading his chat. "target.. in that outfit?" "bro is not going to target" "bro didn't even see what his girl was wearing" "ken.. she said target, not the red carpet"

finally ken takes a second to picture what it was you were wearing again, & he gets up so fast he almost falls.

mans literally sprints out the room, out the house, & finds you sitting in your car. when you saw him, the last thing you had expected him to do was remove you from the car, & throw you over his shoulder but that's exactly what he does.

ken carries you all the way to the bedroom & throws you on the bed. stream STILL going btw.

"change."

is all he says before he's sat back in his chair, queuing into another game.

most of the girls in the chat are going crazy, rightfully so tbh.

ken looked back at you to see if you had listened, & when he saw you on the bed, still just laying there.. he wasted no time ending the stream.

he began to undress you himself. took off his own shirt, pulled it over your head, & then he took you to the bathroom to help wash your makeup off.

"going to target my fucken ass."

blehhhhhhh

#anime #kaneki x reader #fanfic #manga #tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken #headcannons #fluff #tokyo ghoul re #xoti writes

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