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[kiidwritings]

so cringe, but i love u <3

chapter 1: gillette razor

wc; 3385. tags/warnings; maybe ooc .T4T RAAAGGHHHH!! Trans horangi. Trans könig. 5+1 Things. sorry if könig is ooc. also horangi might be ooc. I TRYING. idk i based his AUDHD on mine so :P. same with könig's social anxiety. author is nd. Author is trans. she/he/they könig. transfem könig. im trying my best ;-;. not beta read. (some) events based/inspired on stuff in author's real life. possible grammatical errors. mentions of sex. body/gender dysmorphia. mentions of needles (T-shot). vomiting. PISS (not in a sexual way 😭). grossness/unsanitariness. konig is a bit of a slob (lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n: i posted this on ao3 back in mid-october, but been too busy/forgot to post it here...oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i was deadass thinking about leaving this (I've been in a creativity flunk, I hate my art and my writing), but then I remembered I made this /for/ someone basically, and I'm no quiter!!!!! 💪🏽 I'm the youngest of 5 siblings and lived in a full house, so most these icks are based on things they've done/do. i project heavily onto the characters so they might be OOC. also, horangi is used for on-base settings and hong-jin is used when he's just a civilian/off-base.

pairing: kim "horangi" hong-jin/könig

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Moving in with a partner is always awkward. 

You have to accommodate their living style, how they run things, a new environment, and just living with another person in general (which differs greatly from living with siblings- take it from Hong-Jin who grew up with four sisters).

During their first time on leave together, they instantly noticed things about each other that were never brought to light while on base.

Konig was an early riser (not by choice, just by force of habit), while Hong-Jin liked to sleep in, especially without the sound of an alarm clock waking him at the asscrack of dawn.

(It had actually taken some time before they shared a bed. The first time Hong-Jin even suggested it, Konig exhaled and swallowed an entire chunk of bread whole, before proceeding to cough up the mushy bits as Hong-Jin patted his back too hard.)

At first, Konig found it cute as Horangi tried to pull them back to bed, mumbling and pushing his face further into the pillows. And if she did need to wake Hong-Jin up, he’d wake up grumpy, sitting in bed with a sleepy scowl for about 10 minutes (with some additional complaints or an ogle at Konig as he got dressed) before slipping out of the comfort of bed and also getting ready. 

The two had gotten comfortable enough to share the bathroom, mainly while brushing their teeth or enjoying a nice shower together with or without any funny business is up to you to decide .

Two toothbrushes, one that looked hardly used besides leftover moisture and one with bristles so flattened it was a surprise the owner still had enamel on their teeth, leaned against each other in a little decorative cup Konig picked up from the thrift store. It was old, its design- different varieties of cats in beachwear- having worn off and the plastic was graying a bit.

The bathroom air was moist and hot as Hong-Jin entered, Konig not bothering to lock the door knowing he’d come in whenever he finished grumbling over not being able to sleep through the morning. The shower ran hot as steam wafted past the thin shower curtains and Konig hummed a tune. A mix of incoherent words and hushed melodies resonated from her chest and throat. Hong-Jin smirked and with help from the see-through curtains, poked Konig in the tummy through the PVC. 

Konig gasped, and pulled the curtain to the side, only allowing his head and shoulders to peek through. Hong-Jin grinned and relished at the sight of Konig’s slick and freckled skin. There was a tint of pinkness to it from the hot water cascading out of the shower head. Their hair was sticking to their forehead, the curls now slicked with water and shiny.

“Good morning.” Hong-Jin purred. He thought about joining Konig, but he didn’t smell and wasn’t really in the mood for shower sex.

“Ah! What was that for?” Konig let out a huff of amusement and shot her partner back a cheeky smirk.

Hong-Jin just shrugged and leaned back against the bathroom sink. “Just felt like it.”

“Want to join me?” Konig asked, using his hand to wipe some excess water from his face, huffing like a seal clearing its nose.

Hong-Jin just shrugged again, turning around to face the fogged-up mirror. “Neh,” He absently drew a smiley face in the mirror's condensation coating. 

‘Not in the mood for sex.’ he thought.

He shouldn’t say that, that’s forward. Plus, Konig might find that weird…yeah, don’t say that. Think of something else-.

“Not in the mood for sex.”

“ What?! ” Konig gaped.

“What?” Hong-Jin turned around and awkwardly stared at Konig’s shocked face.

“Are you in the mood for sex?”

“What, no I just said I wasn’t.” Konig blinked and his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“So why’d you mention it? Does me showering turn you on?”

Hong-Jin blinked hard, doing a double take. And I thought I was forward, geez! “No! I mean, yes!...No, sometimes?” 

What the fuck was this conversation even???

“Are you turned on right now?” Konig asked, probably just trying to fill the awkward silence and also trying to understand the reason behind Hong-Jin’s initial response.

“No! I’m not turned on, I’m normal, I’m…I need to pee!”

And with that, Hong-Jin pulled the curtain back to hide himself from Konig and practically slammed the toilet lid open, signaling to Konig to not peek past the curtains and also to drop the conversation.

Once he was sure she was back to bathing herself, he did his business. Making sure not to flush (to save Konig from getting burned alive from the already hot water getting hotter), Hong-Jin washed his hands and began brushing his teeth. “Do you need help with your T-shot today?” Konig asked, now that the awkwardness had disappeared from the previous conversation. Hong-Jin spits in the sink, cupping his hands and gurgling the water. The water was colder than usual, probably from the mintiness of the toothpaste residue, and chilled the teeth were cracked and sensitive. “Yeah, that’d be nice,” Hong-Jin said, wiping the excess foam that dribbled out his mouth and began splashing water in his face. 

Konig liked helping with Hong-Jin’s T-shot. He could do it by himself, but sometimes he wouldn’t stab hard enough, or seeing the needle go in made his chest tighten. But the domestic sight of Konig’s big hand engulfing one of his thighs and having her other hand slowly sticking the needle into the fat made Hong-Jin want Konig by his bedside, at his beck and call if he batted his eyelashes innocently enough.

(Sometimes Konig thought about starting up on estrogen. They wouldn’t mind if they were born a girl. The thought of wearing a bra made him feel dirty like she was some pervert who was faking her identity. Word would go around that KorTac’s titan colonel was a tranny who thought he was a girl and wore a bra. The thought of rumors and the loss of her reputation all because she wanted to express herself made her stomach churn and a sense of dread ran down his spine. 

But why should he care?!...well, he did care a lot .

Years of being made fun of and looked down upon (not literally of course) would all be down the drain. His secret was safe with Hong-Jin, his partner, and Horangi, his teammate.)

“And what do you say…?” Konig teased, a grin present in the tone of her voice. Through the curtain, Konig was washing off his body, splashing water on his face and running his fingers through his hair.

Hong-Jin just scowled, rolling his eyes and flushing the toilet, letting the scolding water pour down onto his cocky girlfriend. “Ah ah! Heiß! So verdammt heiß!” (Hot! So fucking hot!) Konig yelped and rushed to turn off the water as their mischievous tiger of a boyfriend left the bathroom, chuckling quite proudly to himself. 

The rest of the morning was casual. The two went about their typical routine, it was nothing special; making breakfast, and doing minimal chores. Hong-Jin liked to go on a run before the sun was really shining, and Konig had some laundry to fold that he’d been putting off (his mama ain’t raise him to be a slob, so having to walk past that pile every day made guilt tickle his stomach). 

Hong-Jin had returned to the small apartment covered in a light sheen of sweat, adrenaline still running through his body. Walking into the bedroom, he fell back onto the bed, just nearly missing the neat stack of folded laundry with his leg.

Konig huffed, “Be careful, I’m being helpful here.” Hong-Jin just responded with a huff of his own from deep within his chest and swung a leg over to land on Konig’s lap, which as a result, knocked off some clothes from the folded pile. 

“Hey! Vorsichtig! ” Konig pouted and gave a smack to Hong-Jin’s calf. He could only smile and snuggle into the pillow.

“Tired…” Was all Hong-Jin replied with, turning onto his side, being mindful of his leg now and inhaling the musk and scent on Konig’s pillow. It smelt of pine-scented body wash and 3-in-1.

Konig exhaled once more, re-folding the messed up clothes but allowing Hong-Jin to keep his leg on her lap.

“We need food,” Hong-Jin mumbled, eyes still closed.

Konig just hummed, “ Ja… ”

Hong-Jin let his hand find its way to Konig’s thigh, squeezing a bit, “Come with me?” Hong-Jin tilted his head to peek up at his girlfriend. Konig just continued folding clothes, glancing over to meet their boyfriend’s gaze.

“Perhaps-”

“Great, let me go shower.” Hong-Jin shot up, once again knocking over some clothes (Konig scoffed and looked at Horagni with great offense). 

He gathered some new clothes, threw his sweaty workout clothes in the battered hamper, and walked into the bathroom. 

The shower knobs were adjusted to just the right water temperature. Absent-mindedly placing his hand on the sink while looking at himself in the mirror, he left something under his hand.

A small puddle of water. Nothing too bad. But in the water were tiny hairs, red hairs to be exact. Some were curly and some were just straight. Hong-Jin felt his skin crawl and immediately wiped his hands on a hand towel hanging nearby. He felt sick.

Was Konig always this gross? How can someone just leave behind such a mess and not think to clean it up? Did he just touch his shaven pubic hairs???

Hong-Jin shuddered, washing his hands once… then twice, and took a deep breath, analyzing the scene.

With a bit of an attitude, he walked out of the bathroom to Konig. She was putting away the clothes, reorganizing the ones that wouldn’t fit in their dresser drawers. Everything was folded military-style, neat and compact.

“Konig,” Hong-Jin gritted his teeth. Konig looked back and blinked, “ Ja ? Why the long face, tiger?” Hong-Jin just huffed and threw a thumb over his shoulder to the ajar bathroom door.

“You left your fucking pubes on the bathroom sink.” His voice was sharp and annoyed. Konig blinked before flushing.

“Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’ . Go clean it up…” he took a big inhale and then exhaled. “Please?”

Konig paused, looking to the floor, embarrassed, before glancing at Hong-Jin, and then making their way to the bathroom.

The sink was cleaned in no time and an apology kiss was planted atop Hong-Jin’s head, right on the side part of his hair. “I’m sorry,” Konig mumbled, lips still against his head, inhaling the scent of the hair oil Hong-Jin used.

Hong-Jin just gave a smile, it didn’t reach his eyes but if it weren’t for the arm sliding around her waist, Konig would’ve assumed he was still upset with her.

“It’s fine, just gross.” Hong-Jin’s cheeks tinted in response to the kiss and he squeezed Konig’s love handle, causing the latter to stiffen.

And like promised, the sink was free of any hairs.

It seemed like that problem was resolved, Konig made sure to clean up after himself on the days when he did shave so everyone was happy…

Until it wasn’t. 

The issue arose (again) one early morning when the sun was still asleep. It had been an evening of takeout, kissing, watching movies, kissing, a little drinking, making out, and like the old farts they are, snuggling in bed (with some more kissing and a messy handjob) before falling asleep to the sound of each other’s hearts beating.

It was about 2 AM, and the outside world was quiet. Hong-Jin’s eyes fluttered open, cold hardening the corners and causing him to wince. Konig laid on his back, hairy chest and chunky stomach on display and snoring, not to the point of keeping Hong-Jin up, but putting him at ease when the night was too quiet. 

(Hong-Jin loved how Konig ran hot, all that muscle and fat did wonders to circulate heat that was then shared with Hong-Jin, their loving boyfriend. The more fat on Konig’s body, the more there was for Hong-Jin to love. And Konig loved Hong-Jin's slim figure, his muscle and small tummy fit perfectly in his arms- two puzzle pieces that loved the skin-to-skin feeling.)

With cat-like stealth, Hong-Jin slipped from Konig’s big strong arms and ventured to the bathroom. The fluorescent overhead lights stung his eyes and he squinted his way to the toilet. 

He went about doing his business, trying his best to keep his mind calm, usage of his sleepy brain would cause it to wake up and then he’d stay up on his phone until either Konig slid it under his pillow or he passed out from the blue light. 

Before flushing, Hong-Jin could make out something in the toilet bowl (besides his piss). Did he get his period suddenly? No, it just ended last weekend. 

Finally taking a second to rub his eyes and concentrate, he released it was pubes.

Instead of leaving them on the sink, Konig had used the toilet to shave. Fine in itself, Horangi did the same thing. But leaving them in the toilet and not flushing wasn’t . She must’ve shaved after Horangi had been settled into bed that night.

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Hong-Jin tore off a small bit of toilet paper and lifted the toilet lid, only to cringe and shoot his hand back, seeing as stray pieces of pubic hair littered the bare toilet bowl rim.

Hong-Jin shivered, he left dirty just looking at it. He quickly flushed the toilet along with the torn toilet paper and washed his hands and just above his wrists. He ended up being too angry to sleep before passing out two hours later, refusing to snuggle back up with Konig.

Even once they were back on base, Horangi seemed to notice this “ick” of Konig’s. It wasn’t like he made an effort to look out for every stray hair of Konig’s, but with that gross memory in the front of his mind, he couldn’t help it.

He had just happened to be walking to the locker room when Konig turned the corner, shoulders brushing.

“Oh, hallo Horangi.” Konig seemed rather chipper this morning, maybe because Horangi had come back from a mission four days ago and she was happy to see him.

“Konig,” Horangi nodded his head. He was dressed in a plain green shirt and some cargo pants. The humidity of the base hallways made the fabric of his clothes and mask feel like they were sticking to his skin from all the sweat he’d built up while working out. It was a good thing he’d kept his sunglasses in his gym bag, the moisture would've sure collected underneath the frames.

“I heard about the mission you were on, good job meine Kätzchen. ” (my kitten) Konig’s eyes upturned through the eye holes of his mask, and they reached out to place a gentle hand on Horangi’s shoulder. Horangi scoffed, shrugging their hand off playfully, and scowled under his mask.

“You know I hate that pet name.” Horangi narrowed his eyes at his taller lover but there was no real malice in his voice, in fact, he even blushed a bit under his mask, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up with flusteredness.

Konig just chuckled, before leaning down a bit, the fabric of his hood just barely touching Horangi’s cheek. “If the circumstances were different, I’m sure that pet name would be getting a much-needed rise out of you.~” 

There was a fluttery feeling in Horangi’s chest and he felt his skin heat up more and he licked his lips a bit. 

With a quick glance at the open end of the hall, Horangi shifted their masks out of the way, letting himself venture underneath Konig’s and share a passionate kiss. With the built-up tension in the air, it quickly dissolved into a quick makeout session. The only thing to break them apart was the sound of a shower stall door slamming shut. 

Konig was the one to pull back, a string of saliva quickly being lapped up by her and she grinned. The two were panting and Horangi was surely sweating more from the heat underneath Konig’s mask and building up below.

Goosebumps prickled Horangi’s skin and suddenly the air of the hallway wasn't as dry anymore, the layer of sweat cooling him down. 

“I’m guessing meine kleines kätzchen will be ‘stopping by’ this evening?” Konig whispered, his soul patch rubbing against Horangi’s cheek as his lips brushed against his earlobe. His body was now boxing in Horangi’s, their most vulnerable parts brushing against each other’s. Horangi bit his lip, slipping his mask back up.

“Yes sir.”~ He purred. Then they parted their separate ways, both riled up and ready to jump each other’s bones the next time they saw each other.

Later that night, long after Konig had finished his reports (that he’d procrastinated long enough getting done) and everyone had started settling down before lights out, Horangi had Konig straddle to the bed, moving his hips in an exotic and hypnotic way. Their masks and most of their clothes were tossed aside, leaving them both bare and vulnerable to each other’s wandering hands and teeth. 

Horangi hadn't expected to be so pent up from just a bit of teasing that afternoon, but god , if his giant girlfriend didn’t destroy his insides by the end of the night, he’d lose his fucking mind.

He leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss on his bite mark placed perfectly on their pulse point. Konig was panting, body flushed and reacting in malicious ways to Horangi’s teasing. 

“Where are your condoms at, big boy?” Horangi whispered, sucking another kiss onto their chest.

Konig sucked in a shaky breath and stammered to speak, “ I-im bad…badezimmer- oh gott… (In the bathroom- oh god)” Horangi tsked and rolled his hips into Konig causing her to whine. 

“English, 여보… ~ (Yeobo/Darling)”

With another whine and a flutter of her lashes, Konig was able to composure herself somewhat to divert from her mother tongue, “Bathroom…m-medicine cabinet.” 

Reluctantly, Horangi peeled himself from Konig (who was practically about to burst), and upon flicking on the bathroom light, felt like ice water had been poured on him and the wetness down below was instantly dried.

The bathroom was as tidy as a man could have it, nothing out of the ordinary except for the sink which was COMPLETELY covered in shaven hairs. On the edge, next to his flattened toothbrush, was a simple black razor, the blades surprisingly clean with a few stray hairs caught between, like lettuce stuck between teeth.

…well not completely, but it looked like the sink hadn’t been shown a sliver of care, not a single good scrubbing (or…some form of cleaning).

Horangi’s jaw dropped as he stood in the doorway of the small bathroom. 

He felt sick, he wanted to spit up to get rid of this gross feeling all over his body- he felt contaminated.

Sure this wasn’t Horangi's living space, (he was actually jealous Konig got his own private bathroom because of his ranking), but oh god the sight was gut-wrenching. Did they not see nothing wrong with just leaving their hair all over the sink, the place where they left their toothbrush that went in their mouth and that mouth and tongue swapped spit with him-

Konig shot up upon hearing Horangi retch, throwing himself to the toilet and regurgitating a mush of greasy mess hall food into the porcelain bowl.

“Hong-Jin, are you ok?!” Kneeling down next to Horangi, he used one hand to swoop his hair out of his face and the other to softly rub circles on his back. Horangi groaned, spitting some extra bile into the toilet water-vomit mixture.

With a shaky voice and trembling body, Horangi turned his head to Konig and gritted his teeth. “Your sink is disgusting …!”

Konig blinked, face contorted into a confused and worried look. “Huh?”

“Your SINK-” Horangi’s stomach roared and another wave of nausea rolled over him. “It’s covered in HAIR.” 

Konig just shushed his little tiger as Horangi's back arched like a cat throwing up a hairball.

So much for the sex…Konig had a raging hard-on he desperately needed to be taken care of…

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chapter 0: prologue

wc; 3,563. tags/warnings; maybe ooc .T4T RAAAGGHHHH!! Trans horangi. Trans könig. 5+1 Things. sorry if könig is ooc. im trying here. also horangi might be ooc. I TRYING. idk i based his AUDHD on mine so :P. same with könig's social anxiety. author is nd. Author is trans. she/he/they könig. transfem könig. im trying my best ;-;. not beta read. events based on stuff in author's real life. lol mention of masturbation. author knows very little german. like the basics of german. thanks duolingo. FART JOKE/MENTION DFHBDGJB. possible grammatical errors

pairing: kim "horangi" hong-jin/könig

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Love is a remarkable thing. Whether platonic or romantic, it’s something that everyone deserves and can really change a person’s character and heal wounds that were never properly treated. Love is expressed in many different ways; cooking for someone, basking in the warmth of another’s touch, or even through the act of lovemaking (or fucking if you’re freaky like that). 

Life isn’t some fictional romantic book with some ridiculous trope like soulmate strings, or love at first sight, you have to learn what love is beneath all the lovey-dovey shit- love was awkward flirting, one-sided infatuation, heartbreak, and realizing some things just don’t work out between people. 

Sometimes it feels like you’ll never find love, no matter how long you wait, it seems like no one has the desire to make you theirs.

To have those little inside jokes that no one else understands.

To be able to sit down and work out problems in a way that leaves both parties satisfied.

To have rubbed off on each other so much that everyone can see that they're yours and you theirs.

To be able to love is a beautiful thing, whether sexual or romantic activities are involved.

So when König first saw Horangi, dressed down in his all-camo attire and sunglasses that just barely made his almond-shaped eyes visible, he couldn’t help but let his nails pick unconsciously at the dead skin along the ridges of his finger beds and begin sweating underneath his hood from the raising temperatures.

Of course, König kept his distance, needing to read him from afar before even thinking about approaching him. His skills were good no doubt about that, KorTac is only filled with the best, but it seemed like König was taking too long because one afternoon, Horangi waltzed up to them and practically demanded a sparing match.

“You’re sparing with me today.”

König blinked, sweat pooling under their mask from both Horangi’s presence and having just beat the shit out of a punching bag (she had a lot of built-up anger that day and not enough sleep, you couldn't blame her!)

“What?”

“Sparing match,” Horangi pointed to the sparing mats, “Now, let’s go.”

He didn’t even wait before walking over to the mats, expecting König to follow him like a trained puppy at his beck and call. If König was none the wiser, maybe they would’ve seen the sway in Horangi's hips, like a cat courting a potential mate.

But deep down, König couldn’t help but be turned on by Horangi’s dominance, and their leg bounced and thumped like an excited bunny.

The more the two were around each other- whether it was for a mission, during a debrief meeting, in the mess hall, in the training rooms, or even after hours when everyone started to retreat back to their dorms, König and Horangi would always make some extra time to see each other.

Maybe Horangi liked the rank imbalance between them, or maybe it was the fact that they were both trans, but it seemed like whatever higher powers had finally answered König’s prays to be loved for once (by someone besides his mom and grandmother- whatta ladies man!) because after many long months of pining for each other, getting flustered over lingering gazes, and landing in awkward positions during sparing (which usually ended up with Horangi knuckles deep in himself), König made the first move.

If she’d told younger her that she made a move on a cocky, badass baddie such as Kim “Horangi” Hong Jin, little Anton would’ve scoffed.

Him? Talking to anyone about romantic interest? Yeah, probably in some other universe where König didn’t feel like the room got ten times hotter whenever anyone even remotely up to his standards stood within a 10-foot radius of him.

But here they were, standing outside Horangi’s door with shien of sweat over their skin, shaky hands, and having had hit his head thrice on the doorways around the base, his mind too clouded by how to even start going about this.

He owed another thanks to whoever was listening to his prayers because despite having not a complete family for the entity of his adolescence, KorTac had definitely filled in the voids he was missing. Asking around for advice was both embarrassing and nerve-racking.

Roze went the straightforward route; go up to Horangi, ask him out, take him to dinner, bring him back to base, fuck him hard and nice, and then ask him out. The euphoria of the moment will help bring out Horangi’s true emotions without the shadow of insecurities. (Maybe it was the fact that Roze was aromantic and didn’t care much for the several steps skipped when someone usually tries to ask someone out.)

Hutch’s advice was much more thought through and less… vulgar . Sure what Roze said about going to dinner would be great- König and Horangi were kind of in the awkward stage of wanting to be with each other- but in the following days after the date, it’d be best to try and keep everything as they were before, and if Horangi’s feelings grew, then she knew it was time to make it official with him.

With his mind still full of insecurities and inexperience, König went and flopped down on his bed, limbs hanging off due to his imposing stature. 

“ Gottverdammt … this shouldn’t be so hard, right?” König muttered to herself as she stared at the painting chipping on her walls. She inwardly cursed herself for not having gotten over her stupid social anxiety and gotten some game back in his youth. (His therapist would’ve shaken his head if he heard him say that.)

Maybe she could think about it over some paperwork, the reports piling up on her already messy desk. Neh, König needed focus to do work, and having his mind also occupied with this whole dating situation would have him staring at the same sentence for half an hour, damn his ADHD. 

Working out always helped relieve stress and it was late, so he’d basically have the whole gym to himself. (They will still never live down accidentally farting while bending down to pick up a weight… ugh .) But König did have paperwork to be done, damn that paperwork, know he’s gonna be thinking about it for the rest of the week, URGH !

Shuffling onto their back, they let out a deep belly sigh. Staring at the semi-stained titles of his dorm ceiling, he thought back to his childhood, memories of brisk early mornings, perfecting his handwriting so his teachers would stop berating him for it, running home to avoid being hit by rocks by kids who never seemed to be in school and helping with as many house chores as needed in order to help his mother who worked relentlessly for her baby’s sake. König smiled, remembering a day when his mother came home, her crooked teeth showing in her big smile, standing on her tiptoes to give Anton a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

<“Mama, you look happy. Did something happen?”> Anton asked as he shifted in the too-small table chair. The already-worn wood creaked under his weight. 

Elena’s lips were cracked, having worked out in the cold from the first light of day to the late dusk hours, but her smile never flattered. 

Anton was her rock and she was his, having stuck through everything in life together. 

When his father left, not needing to be weighed down by the responsibilities of being a father to a baby who would never grow up to be as much a man as he is, she cried and cried to her mother, a strong widow who was more than welcome to take care of her daughter’s pride and joy despite finally feeling her age. 

When Anton went through growth spirit after growth spirit, having to retuck his shirt into his waistbands and feel the breeze on his constant plumbers crack, she took all the old clothes her late father and dead-beat ex-husband left behind, stitching up whatever tears and rips were in the fabrics and sending him off, praising Anton for looking like such a big, strong boy when really, the clothes just made him look like the homeless man he’d see during his bike rides to the overpriced supermarket in the next town over.

<“Oh Anton, my sweet boy,”> She came over, cupping his cheeks riddled with freckles (they were more prominent on colder days), ance, and scars from said ance and placed one of her sloppy, motherly kisses on his forehead. His curly auburn bangs stuck to her lips as she pulled back. 

The sight of his mother’s smile made his hands shake and slap against his thighs with untamed happiness.

<”Go put on something nice. We’ll pick up your grandmother and go out for something to eat. I’ve saved up enough for us.”> Elena’s thick eyelashes were glistening with tears and up close, Anton could see the bags under her hazelnut eyes.

After fancying themselves up and picking up his grandmother, they made the half-hour drive into the city. To regular standards, the restaurant was barely even considered fancy, it was just some family-owned diner with mediocre food and greasy tables, but the sight of the food made Anton enthusiastic while reciting the prayers his grandmother made them say before meals. 

Whilst in the midst of practically shoveling food in his mouth, Anton’s grandmother spoke up. 

<”Enkel (grandson)...?”> She spoke in a weak yet gentle voice. It had lost its verbal liveliness, but only those closest to her could understand when emotions ran high through her words. Anton looked up, his lips coated with the spicy broth from the Potato Gulasch he was practically inhaling, before quickly wiping his mouth with a crumbled napkin. His grandmother taught him better.

<”Has your mind cleared from the last time we talked?”> There was slyness in her tone as Elena raised her eyebrow and finished chewing a particularly chewy piece of beef in her Tafelspitz.

<”Hmm? What’s this about?”> She questioned rightfully so, if there was something bothering her son, she should be the first to know!

Anton blushed and began pushing around the vegetables in his stew. <”I…umm, I wanted to ask out a girl. Remember the one I was paired with for that project?”> 

Elean seemed to perk up even more, playfully bumping shoulders with her son.

<“Wunderbar! (Wonderful!) Oh, my sweet boy!”> She gushed and grinned wildly. In other circumstances, Anton would’ve laughed bashfully and gone pink, but in the middle of a busy restaurant where any of his schoolmates could’ve walked in or been within earshot of this conversation, he ducked his head and mumbled incoherence, embarrassed.

<”Yeah…I just, don’t know how to though. She’s so sweet and pretty I just… she’s too good for me.”>

 Elean blinked at this, her smile gone and looking rather serious as his grandmother shook her head.

<”Enkel, we talked about this. You need to-.”>

<”No girl is too good for my son!”> Anton’s grandmother was cut off by Elean’s sharp words. She was frowning and looked rather upset. Not at Anton himself, but at his mind and his insecurities and the words he dared to utter, belittling himself and his abilities.

<”Whoever this girl is, she’d be lucky to have someone such as yourself, my own flesh and blood, ask her out on a date! Good confessions come from the heart of someone just as good, and if she can’t understand how blessed and pure you are by your words, then she doesn’t deserve shit from you!”> 

Elean’s cheeks were flushed by the time she finished her rant before they got even redder.

<”Ah! Entschuldigung, Mutter! Bist bald! (Excuse me, mother! I’m sorry!)”> She hung her head at her grandmother while Anton just stared at his mother in astonishment. 

Just his mother’s words alone filled him with such… confidence. He felt his hands shake and suddenly his mind cleared with only one thing in mind; asking this girl out.

His grandmother only smiled and let her ankle knock against her daughter’s in a silent acceptance. 

The rest of the dinner went well, Elean even treated them to some desserts. The ride home was filled with comfortable silence and the rumble of Anton’s stomach as it tried to adjust to the spices that laced the Potato Gulasch. 

Anton smiled to himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. The reflection in the mirror was no longer someone he scrunched his face up at, but a young man who was slowly breaking out of his shell, like a caterpillar wiggling its way out of its chrysalis.

With a full stomach and his mother’s words still echoing in his head, Anton nuzzled into his flat pillows, forgetting all his other school troubles and only thinking about the happy-go-lucky brunette who went the extra mile to say hi to him in the halls.

(He also doesn't think he’s ever farted so much in his life. His stomach growled and rolled from the spices that were now coating his insides and attacking his bowels. His asshole was on fire that night.)

It was about 20 minutes before lights out, the usual sounds of the Kortac base were now mellowed down as the night hours passed. 

König balled his thin sheets up in his calloused fists before jerking up in bed, death staring at the hickory door of his room. König wasn’t a pussy, he wasn’t gonna disappoint his mother, and he didn’t his rank as colonel by letting his insecurities get the best of him!

Social anxiety be damned, this mountain of an Austrian man knew how to get shit done when shit needed to be done!

Without a moment’s hesitation, she threw open her door and made her way down the halls of the barracks, getting stares from those who were still up and about. She made a beeline for Horangi’s room and wasted no time giving the door a sturdy three knocks.

“I- just a second!” Horangi’s accented voice was heard through the door along with some rustling. König stood straight and waited for the top of the Korean man’s head to come into view.

Horangi appeared in his doorway wearing some casual attire; a pair of black cargos, a V-necked gray shirt, and a simple black hoodie. His usual pair of sunglasses were nowhere in sight, not even hanging on the collar of his shirt, and his eyes, dark and shimmery like black diamonds, looked up at König with such innocence.

König could tell he wasn’t wearing his binder, not that he made it a habit to look! But when you’re tall enough to see the curve of everyone’s boobs from above, it was sometimes the second thing you noticed about a person.

(Sometimes König wished they had boobs. The mere thought made their face flush and they felt vulnerable even within the walls of her own room. Someday, she’d work up the courage to find a bra that'd fit her chest and cry at the sight of how beautiful his body, which he spent years hating, could be.)

The sight of Horangi made him instinctively hunch his shoulders and swallow hard. König blinked before clearing they spoke, “Ah, good evening, Hor- I mean, Hong-Jin!” 

Hong-Jin made it a point that his callsign was indeed NOT his actual name and that during their casual time together, he preferred that name over Horangi (it especially sounded nice when it came from König’s lips, but he would never say that, no matter how blunt he could be).

“Hello, König. What brings you around this late?” Hong-Jin said as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and without the playful scrunch of his eyes, König would’ve thought the worst, and all his confidence would’ve gone down the drain. 

König had yet to tell Hong-Jin his real name.

Anton is not a colonel, but a citizen. She was beneath the sniper hood König adorned when on base and during missions. Anton was a mama’s boy who was too big for their own good and although hated their dad, wished he hadn’t left so that they might’ve had some sort of male role to look up to. 

But that was a can of worms she wasn’t ready to open, it’d probably go bad by the time she was ready to even think about cracking open its rusted aluminum top.

König gripped the fabric of his pants to keep them from shaking. “Can I come in? I wanted to…talk…?”

He inwardly cringed as his voice went up an octave as his sentence progressed, but Hong-Jin just smiled, well, König assumed he smiled based on how his eyes squinted (it was hard to see when he had his mask on), and stepped out the way to allow König into his room.

Making sure to duck, König went and sat on the desk chair. They were familiar with the arrangement of Hong-Jin’s room from the number of times the two had hung out in it… as friends of course!

Hong-Jin plopped back down on his bed, there were some stray clothes lying about but otherwise, it was tidy, as tidy as a ‘lived-in’ room could be.

“So what’s up, König? Roze told me you two talked earlier.”

König visibly stiffened, heart stopping for a second before pounding at his rib cage like a rabid animal and it was suddenly 80 degrees under his hood.

(Fahrenheit, of course. I’m American.)

“Really? What…what about?” König squeaked out. (What the hell, König didn’t squeak . He’s a grown-ass dude, the fuck would he be squeaking for?!)

Hong-Jin just shrugged smugly. “I don’t know, you wanna tell me? That was your conversation.” His everyday, average teasing seemed to be too much for poor, little ( NOT little. Remember? This was a middle-aged man we’re talking about.) König.

Their chest puffed and they exhaled loudly, almost unnecessarily loud. With averted eyes and sweaty palms, she spoke up again.

“Y-yeah, I had something to admit.” Hong-Jin blinked and if it hadn’t been for his mask, König would’ve seen the pink flush in his cheeks.

Hong-Jin shuffled on the bed but kept silent, pleading for him to continue.

König let out another sigh again, “I’ve been thinking about this for…some time now. Maybe three months after you transferred to KorTac and since we started really talking to each other,”

Her leg started bouncing and the desk chair let out little squeaks. Hong-Jin didn’t seem to care, listening intently to every word that slipped from König’s mouth.

“And, I’m not sure if it’s too early or if you're completely uninterested feel free to tell me off, but I’d love the opportunity to-.”

“ God yes .”

Kong blinked at the desperation and eagerness that dripped from Horangi’s agreement.

Hong-Jin blinked, his body leaning forward and hands gripping his knees, before leaning back and blushing hard.

Oh, such a pretty pink.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Well, is ‘Yes’ the answer you were hoping for in response to your question?” Hong-Jin’s voice was a mixture of bashful and smug. 

König crossed his legs, then uncrossed them, then crossed them the opposite way. “I…umm, well it depends! Can…can I finish my sentence?” König huffed in amusement. 

Hong-Jin nodded, so with a little bit less anxiousness, König spoke up again.

“I wanted to ask if you…umm, well, if you wanted to go out?…with me! Not just like in general, but like ya’ know…-“

“On a date?” Hong-Jin’s voice was now smug and he was definitely smirking under his mask. 

That sly cat…

König just nodded and fidgeted with the drawstring of his sweatpants. “ Ja. Well, I guess I already know your answer ‘cause you just said yes, but I wanted you to actually know what you were agreeing to! I’m not even sure if you like me or not, or just pitying me! Which is completely fine if that’s the-!”

“König…” Hong-Jin’s voice was now soft, a natural rumble from his chest, akin to a noise a tiger would make (haha, see what I did there?).

König just fluttered her eyelashes and swallowed, “Hmm?”

“I would love to go on a date with you. I do like you if that somehow wasn’t clear enough.”

So that’s how it started, two predators- a bear with the heart of a rabbit and a tiger who had a knack for teasing, learning to be soft with each other.

What people don’t realize about going from friends to lovers is how similar the relationship is to the previous friendship. You go about your normal routines with a little bit of PDA and flirting added into it (and a lot of fucking, Horangi’s sex drive was higher than König’s). Soon, you’ll be moving in with each other, spending late mornings in each other’s arms, sharing clothes, and swapping spit.

But like all humans, we have flaws and weaknesses. Whether or not you choose to deal with a partner’s flaws shows more about your character than theirs. And if you're strong enough to stay with someone despite feeling yourself physically recoil at the sight of their icks, then that shows your love and devotion towards them.

But one little ick wouldn’t ruin a relationship, right?

Till death do them part…although, it’d be years before those words would even be muttered.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* redacted boys and if i would invite them to cookouts: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✧ kiid note: inspired by the cookout i went to yesterday that made me miss the new audio. (i did this in my notes app at the cookout hehe)

david: no this man is too serious lmaoo 💀💀

asher: yes bro he’d start fucking break dancing and he’s so silly :3

milo: oh yeaaaahhhhh 😏 plus he’s from jersey and we love a jersey man 🫣

christian: NO‼️

vincent: yeah he’d be fun 

sam: yeah he’d be the grill man 

ivan: NO STOP STOP ABSOLUTELY NOT‼️‼️

gavin: yes but he’s limit of sex jokes is three (3) before i drag his ass outta there

lasko: naw he’s too nervous he’d stand in the corner and follow me around like a lost puppy 💀 (i cant be talking i literally did this w my mom lmaooo)

hux: YES‼️ HE’S THE BEST AND ALSO WORKING THE GRILL

daimen: hmm yeah ig

kody: i think y’all know the answer

ollie: if it’s a small cookout yeah not a big one lol he’s such a nerd 

aaron: no he’s also too serious and got a stick up his ass

elliot: yeah bro he’d also be rlly fun :D

avior: no this man is too condescending and sarcastic 😐

cam: yeah but i don’t think he’d like a big outting like that

caelum: no one would see him 💀

blake: NO HE’S SO STRANGE

vega: 😐

geordi: yeah bro literally another fun guy hehe

guy: yes but just like gavin his limit of vine references is one (1) or im beating his ass

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* r.asmr pride headcanons! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

r.asmr pride/orientation hcs that i've wanted to do for so long then forgot about lmaoo

giggles :3 I've been wanting to do this since I got into r.asmr hehe. i started this way before pride month but I'm hoping to get these out soon. some characters + listeners are not here because I'm not as invested in their stories, therefore i haven't made up my designs + hc for them yet! (i just didn't feel the need to add them) some characters' names have links attached which are just the concept drawings i have of them, so check them out if u'd like!

note: please be respectful towards my headcanons! all these go towards my interpretations of each character + my listeners. I don’t expect u to agree with them, just please don’t come to my inbox and give me hate, I will block u! if you do like them, please feel free to tell me, it’ll make me very happy!! also, feel free to tell me any of ur headcanons, I’d love to hear! :D

hq vrs! | bnha vrs! | r.asmr vrs!

⋆ david shaw (he/him) - straight

⋆ asher (he/him) - bisexual

⋆  milo greer (he/him + they/them) - bisexual

⋆  chrisitan (they/them + he/him) - non-binary + pansexual (preference towards men)

⋆  darlin/tank (she/her + they/them + it/its) - demigirl + pansexual

⋆  angel (she/her) - bisexual (preference towards women)

⋆  babe (she/her) - transfem (mtf) + pansexual

⋆  sweetheart (she/her + he/him) - bigender + bisexual

⋆  ivan (he/him) - pansexual

⋆  vincent solaire (he/him) - bisexual

⋆  lovely (she/her) - pansexual + demisexual

⋆  sam collins (he/him) - transmasc (ftm) + pansexual + demisexual

⋆  fredrick (he/him) - acearo

⋆  bright eyes (all pronouns + it/its) - genderfluid + bisexual + asexual

⋆  lasko moore (they/them + he/him) - non-binary/demiboy + gay gay homosexual gay

⋆  damien (he/him) - bisexual (preference towards men)

⋆  huxley (he/him (they/them is cool too)) - pansexual

⋆ kody (he/him) - bisexual

⋆  gavin (he/him) - transmasc + pansexual

⋆  caelum (he/him + star/stars) - demiboy/xenogender + acearo

⋆  freelancer (she/her + they/them) - non-binary + bisexual

⋆  vega (he/him + it/its) - agender + unlabeled (likes all genders)

⋆  ollie (he/him + they/them) - non-binary + gay + asexual

⋆  brachium (it/its + he/him + they/them (honestly doesn't care)) - agender + acearo

⋆  blake (he/him) - transmasc + bisexual (preference towards men)

⋆  aaron (he/him) - gay

⋆  smartass (he/him + she/her + they/them) - genderfluid + gay

⋆  regulus (he/him + it/its + no pronouns) - aromantic + apothisexual (sex replused)

⋆  geordi (he/him) - gay

⋆  guy (he/him + it/its) - transmasc (ftm) + bisexual

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cat tree

wc; 3642. tags/warnings; i kinda used my interpretations of sweetheart for this, maybe ooc?? sorry, milo has a nice body, lol butt grabbing but nothing sexual, sweetheart has grabby hands and wandering eyes haha, implied sexual actions (vaguely), not rlly proofread, possible grammatical errors, They/them Sweetheart, missy is terrible at writing accents srry haha, fuck is said once haha, aggro is their child DO NOT tell me otherwise

pairing: sweetheart/milo

Sweetheart chuckled, twiddling with the drawstrings of their shaggy sweatpants. “Well, speaking of our little baby,”  Milo blushed.  They pulled their phone out of their pocket, unlocked it, and turned it towards Milo for him to see. “How about we spoil him a little more?” They giggled. Milo analyzed the screen, vision a little blurred without his blue light glasses on. His eyebrow quirked up. “A cat tree?”

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Honey dusted

wc; 4012. tags/warnings; i kinda used my interpretations of my listeners for this sorry hehe, possible grammatically errors, the mates r so cute omg gwaaa, characters might be ooc sorry :(, ass is said like once pairing: sweetheart/milo

They stared back into their own eyes, analyzing their features and relishing in the silence. They felt…bland. Was that the word? Boring? Typical? Whatever they were feeling, they wanted change. Change for the better, more so for their sake and self-esteem. They needed to feel new. They slipped their phone out of their pocket, opened their messages, and sent a text. >‘Guys, I think I wanna dye my hair

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BOLD OF YALL TO ASSUME THAT BOKUTO’S THIGHS DONT BULGE OUT FROM HIS KNEEPADS!!!

like image this;

ur the team manager. bokuto comes and sits next to u during break, asking u about how he can improve and hearing ur feedback based on ur observations.

ur talking to him, looking down at your notes and reading what u wrote down. bokuto shifts closer and his shorts move up a little, exposing the tops of his knee pads and a sliver of his thighs. and that’s when u see it; the fat of his thighs slipping over the top of his knee pads. it was no secret bokuto was packing in his lower half, but this… his thighs were even thicker then yours!

u swallowed, eyes trained on the plush flesh, completely mesmerized by thoughts of how soft and pudgy they looked. you almost forgot where u were until,

”earth to y/n-chan? helllooo?” bokuto’s voice brought u back to reality, face now in your peripheral vision. his golden eyes blinked at u innocently and completely obvious to ur fixation on his thighs.

you jumped back, embarrassed at how u let his thighs distract u that easily.

”ahem, uh y-yes! i’m fine bokuto-san.” u shuttered, going back to ur notes, lip formed into a small pout and blush sitting hot on ur cheeks as u could still see his legs at the corner of ur eye.

this was longer that i tended it to be 💀 also if u couldn’t tell i love thighs

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*✧･ﾟ:* sam x darlin' headcanons! *:･ﾟ✧*

anon asked: 'do you have any Avior/Starlight or Sam/Darlin headcanons, I'd love to hear them !' hehe thanks for submitting this anon! i have a lot of headcanons for sam and darlin' and now i get to word vomit to y’all lol. these r both separate and couple hcs because i have hc for both

note: i will be using my interpretations and personal hc for each character when describing them or mentioning their backstories and etc.

cw/tags: mentions of abusive relationships, mentions of quinn, lmk if i missed anything!

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ok so first let’s start with the basics

my darlin is demi girl (she/they/it) + pansexual

sam is transmasc (he/him) and is also pansexual + demisexual

t4t babee hahha 😎😎😎

they're both plus bodied and have stretch marks

sam helps darlin cut their hair

they both patch up each other wounds but it’s mainly sam doing the healing

sam will get minor cuts and scrapes from everyday things lol, but darlin is like ’let me help u ffs! (¬///¬)’

a lot of darlin’s clothes/accessories/etc r from quinn (their jacket and choker)

quinn was also the one who told darlin to cut their hair, they originally had a mullet lmaooo

when sam and darlin do officially consider themselves a thing, darlin sometimes waits for approval for some things from sam since they were used to quinn telling them what to do in the relationship

but when sam told them that they have control over their actions and that def made darlin tear up a bit

they comfort each other after nightmares; same has nightmares about his accident and his turning and darlin has nightmares about quinn

(this hc goes with my vrs of bright and fred) darlin helps take care of bright and fred w/ sam

sam's a tired vamp dilf dad, so if sam needs a breather, darlin will get the newborns into shape (because let's be honest, they be crazy sometimes lol)

bright and fred see darlin as the cool parent who lets them eat icecream at like 2am and to beat up anyone who messes w/ them, and sam is the one who urges them to do good and think reasonable

but they r both the voice of reason

darlin has def given bright some one-on-one talks that made them emotional (because bright does act up a lot)

sam owns a pickup and darlin' has a motorcycle

(they do own a little beat-up car, but they get pulled over so many times because there r sso many things wrong with it that they just don't drive it that much lmaoooo)

darlin's love language is words of affirmation and sam's is physical touch

darlin YEARNS for touch but their past with quinn has made them weary of it

(ofc they love it when sam touches them but it takes longer for them to open up)

alright I'm done bye bye :3

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"lovesick drunk"

characters: Hitoshi Shinsou (Monoma and Mina mentioned)

pairing(s): Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader

genre: fluff hehe and mutual pinning

word count: 4.2k (4249 words specifically)

warnings + tags: drinking/alcohol usage (everyone is 18+ don’t worry), vomiting + descriptions of vomit, afab/fem!reader, no quirks AU, university AU (if i missed any let me know!!)

note: I don’t remember when I put this idea in my notes app, but it was probably really early in the morning when I thought of this lol. I’m actually taking a break from a longer Haikyuu fic I’m writing (even though this turned out pretty long lmao). Also, songs I imagine would play at the party are Strobelite by Gorillaz and maybe One Kiss by Dua Lipa hehe.

The bass was enough to shake your insides. Pop music poured out the giant, black speakers that were placed in the corners of the house’s first floor. People moving and dancing all about the already crowded living room. Vibrant-colored strobe lights flashed and swerved around the room, illuminating whatever it shone over in a colorful overlay, but only for a moment. Everyone was having a good time; drinking, chatting and dancing without a care in the world.

Except for Shinsou.

He stood pushed up against one corner of the living room like his back was a magnet against metal. In his hands, he held his cup with little to no punch close to his chest. Truly, he didn’t want to be here. His “friend” (if you could even call him that), Monoma, had forced him to come because “You’re not even going to be doing anything this weekend, Shinsou. Plus, I heard (Y/n) is going to be there, apparently, you’ve got the hots for her, don’t you?”

Shinsou grimaced and blushed at the recollection and hunched himself inwards more. The strobe light crossed over his way and he closed his eyes, seeing the bright light through his eyelids before it went dark again. Shinsou wasn’t exactly the social type. He spent most of his time either studying, sleeping, or reading. He felt most comfortable when it was just himself or his close friends (which there weren’t many of since only a select few had managed to squeeze through the secure walls of Shinsou’s boundaries).

When they first arrived, they were swarmed by Monoma’s friends, some he knew but most of them were new faces. Shinsou greeted them with small quick smiles and slight nods but mostly stood behind Monoma and let him do the talking. He blended right into the already dark rooms with his dark purple hoodie and loose black woolen jeans. The only noticeable thing about him would’ve been his piercing lavender eyes, or his matching unruly hair, or maybe the fact that he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t having fun. There were maybe about 15 to 20 people already at the house, the party only started 10 minutes ago.

Shinsou followed Monoma around like a lost puppy, occasionally sipping on his punch and adding a nod or murmur or even a small chuckle whenever needed. When his cup started to run low, he muttered, “Gonna go refill my cup.” but no one answered. He didn’t mind. At the punch table, he contemplated going back over to the group. He spotted an empty corner next to one of the speakers and jostled his way through the crowd of party-goers over to it, muttering quiet ‘excuse me’s. That’s how he found himself in his current situation; alone, irritated and a little sleepy. He had had about a cup and a half of punch, so he was nowhere near tipsy.

By that time, there had to be about over 80 people there and more filing through the doors. A majority of UA’s college second years were coming to this party, and Shinsou desperately didn’t want to stick around to see the aftermath of it. But then again, he really didn’t want to get a mouthful from Monoma for leaving early and never having any fun and living like a nerd to which Shinsou always rolled his eyes.

He checked his watch, ‘10:35 PM’ it read. Who knew how long his party was going to go on, it was Friday so people had time to drink and smoke and do whatever. Shinsou let out a deep exhale and stared down into his cup, twisting it sideways to see the red liquid inside rotate and slosh around. He was so absorbed in his cup that he didn’t even realize the figure bouncing towards him.

“‘TOSHII!!!” you squealed, throwing your body onto him in a sloppy and tight hug.

Shinsou barely had any time to move his cup out of the way before your body was flush against him. His hard lavender eyes widened as you nuzzled your head into his soft chest. He swallowed hard as you soon stood up fully, body swinging and hands still latched into his forearms.

You were clad in a velvet red dress that swished as you bounced around and a nice pair of black shoes that had a small heel to them, (h/c) hair had been done up nicely, a little disheveled from your partying. Your eyes were wide and they blinked frequently, your eyelashes fluttering along with them. You reeked of perfume and alcohol, yet he didn’t mind because it was you.

Shinsou cleared his throat before sputtering out, “O-oh, Hey (Y/n).” The back of his neck, ear tips, and cheeks sprouted the familiar warmth of blush. You smiled drunkenly at him and a small giggle escaped your plush lips.

“I wasn’t exceptin’ to see yooouu here! What ya’ doin’ all by ya’ lonesome?” You slurred, putting a pout on your last sentence. ‘Ugh, so cute.’ His hand moved to the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his, and sighed. “Monoma dragged me along, heh.” His mouth formed into a true smirk and you felt your heart clench. “I’m guessing you came with Mina, is she as drunk as you?” He asked, practically already knowing the answer since she the always the life of the party.

“Mhmm,” You nodded and hiccuped with one hand still on Shinsou’s arm to keep your balance, turning to the massive crowd. “She’s over there with the boys!” You pointed your finger out randomly, clearly not having any sense of direction with the amount of alcohol in your system. Shinsou just hummed, enjoying your presence and your touch, even if you were drunk out of your mind.

You and Shinsou had been friends since the beginning of college. You first encountered each other when you were moving into your dorm room. You insisted to your parents that you could move in by yourself, and so you were trudging your luggage up to the 2nd floor and down the halls from your car. You were carrying a particularly heavy box up the stairs, struggling to hold it and navigate upwards when you felt your foot strike part of the last step, and before you knew it, you were falling to the floor in slow motion. Your arms flew to cover your face so you didn’t bust your nose, and you and your box hit the floor with a THUD!, its contents spilling out. As you recovered from the wind being knocked out of your body, you heard a pair of rushed footsteps coming towards you.

“Gah, are you ok!? That was quite a fall.” You pushed your upper body up and saw a pale-skinned boy crouching down in front of you, a concerned yet sleepy-looking face. His lavender eyes were shimmery and mesmerizing, the dark circles only adding to his beauty. You snapped out of your trace, bringing yourself back to the situation at hand.

“Oh yeah! I’m fine, just tripped on the step.” You laughed off your little accident even though your temple had started to ache. The purple-haired boy hummed in affirmation before speaking again, “Well do you at least want some help with your stuff?” He spoke in a raspy monotone voice. It was hot.

“Oh yes, please!” You two began picking up various items that fell out and placing them back in the box. Once everything was packed up, you stood up carefully. “Thanks again umm..” He looked at you with sleepy eyes, “It’s Shinsou. Hitoshi Shinsou.” ‘Even his name is hot, suits him well.’ you thought, blushing a little. “Well thank you Shinsou. I’m (Y/n). I’m guessing you live on this floor?” Shinsou looked up from brushing off the knees of his pants, eyes half-lidded and lazy, and let out a small ‘huh?’ from being caught off guard. “Oh yeah, I’m dorm 224.” You smiled, “Hey we’re practically neighbors! I’m 218!” Shinsou hummed again, a small smirk on his face. An awkward silence fell over you two before you cleared your throat. “Well, I’ll be on my way now. Thanks again! Maybe we’ll see each other around campus.” You both nodded at each other before you made your way to your dorm room. Shinsou stared at your departing figure for a little before going back to what he was doing.

On the first day of classes, you walk into the lecture hall, head still fogged with sleep and a coffee in hand. As you scan the rows of seats for a covenant spot, your eye catches a familiar shade of purple.

“Shinsou!” You call, not too loud since it was barely eight (8) in the morning. He turned from his backpack, where he was taking out some supplies.

“Oh hey (Y/n).” You plopped yourself into the desk adjacent to him and giggled.

“What a coincidence, we have the same morning class!” You flashed him a friendly smile which he returned with that same handsome smirk.

Before departing to your next classes, you and Shinsou exchanged numbers. This exchange is what kicked off the beginning of your newfound friendship. You two went from brief texts about each other's day to in-depth conversations at three (3) AM when the other couldn’t sleep. You guys would hang out for study sessions and with your other mutual friends, which led to them witnessing what could only be explained as you and Shinsou’s poor attempts at flirting and obviousness.

You would say something teasingly and fail to notice the blush from in Shinsou’s cheeks or how he looked away bashfully at any compliments you threw his way. He also seemed to be completely clueless about how his laugh would cause your thighs to clench or how your face would burn whenever he wiped food from your cheeks, but not without calling you messy.

When the party was first announced, Mina had come to you, excitement in her eyes and body movement.

“(Y/nnn)!” You looked behind you to see Mina jogging towards you, cotton candy pink curls bouncing and a smile spread on her face. “Did ya’ hear, girl? There’s gonna be a huge party next Friday at the East Gamma house! Did you not see the invite I sent you?” You blinked, pulling out your phone and seeing an Instagram notification of a DM from Mina. You open it to see a post from a member of the ‘Unofficial’ Student council page. It was a brightly colored flyer with equally bright big bold text;

UA college sophomores are invited to:

UA's STUDENT COUNCIL EARLY SPRING PARTY!!

When: Friday, April 9th, 8:00 PM to 3:00 AM

Where: The East Gamma house

*Food and drinks will be provided! Please drink responsibly!

There were multiple people tagged in the photo who you only guessed were other Student Council members, some names you recognized but not knowing the person themself it belonged to. You pocketed your phone and looked back up at Mina.

“A party before finals season?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow at your grinning friend. Mina put her hands on her hips and started walking, you following after. “I know you’ll be pulling all-nighters and studying your pretty head off, so why not unwind before finals?” You thought about it for a moment, taking in what Mina said and what would be logical. Mina took the silence as a sign of your skepticality. “Oh c’mon (Y/n)! Your grades are perfect, you have nothing to worry about! Plus,” She twisted her torso, turned to you, and winked her honey golden eye, “I heard your little loverboy Shinsou is gonna be there!”

Your entire face flushed hot with blush and your eyes widened. You gaped your mouth open and closed like a fish out of water, wanting to speak and prove Mina wrong, but no words came out.

It was true.

You had a crush on Hitoshi Shinou, the mysterious purple-haired boy who helped you when you tripped on the stairs like a klutz.

You fell hard for his dark eye bags and pretty face, his adoration for cats and his taste in music, his raspy laugh, and his down-to-earth personality. How could you not like him?

Mina giggled at your embarrassment and flushed face. “Oh, there’s no need to be embarrassed! You two would be so adorable together! Plus I’m certain he's got a crush on you too!” She looped her arm with yours, pulling you closer to her side. You looked at her, face full of embarrassment and a small pout. “Was it...that obvious?” You whined, hoping that if others hadn't noticed (besides Mina), then maybe Shinsou wouldn't have noticed either-

“Nope! We've all noticed! You know you're not very subtle.” You buried your face into Mina’s shoulder, groans muffled as she laughed. Mina turned her body to face and engulfed you in a hug, drowning your senses in the fruity perfume she was wearing. “Poor, poor (Y/n).” She cooed, resting her chin on your shoulder and yours on hers. “The party will be the perfect place to confess! Just don’t get too drunk, silly girl.” You didn’t respond to her, just digging your face deeper into her wool sweater.

In the weeks leading up to the party, you tried to think of a way to express your feelings. In movies, whenever the two love interests confess, they usually end up kissing and everyone cheering for their newfound love. ‘But this is real life (Y/n), not some stupid rom-com!’ You reminded yourself, patting your cheeks as you sat at your desk. You sat back in your chair, gears in your head turning as you gnawed on the end of your mechanical pencil. You contemplated the idea for so long, and before you knew it, Mina was picking you up from your dorm and you two were heading towards the East Gamma house.

And that’s how you ended up here: drunk out of your mind and clinging to Shinsou’s surprisingly firm arm like he was your lifeline. You were stumbling and tripping over your feet, Shinsou having to keep you steady so you wouldn’t fall.

“‘Toooshhiii.” You hiccupped, collapsing on him and digging your head into the crook of his neck, nuzzling and inhaling his scent. Shinsou stiffened. His heartbeat quickened and he could practically feel it against his ribcage. His entire face erupted in a deep blush and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His arms were stuck to his sides, his plastic cup now forgotten somewhere on the floor. Your body swayed offbeat to the pop song blasting throughout the house and he felt your breath on his neck, hairs on the back of his perking up, and goosebumps covering his arms.

“Uh...yeah (Y/n)?” He gulped, letting his body go limp and sway with yours. His voice still had its same pitch, but his tone was flustered. Shinsou couldn’t believe that you were so close to him, bodies practically glued together.

Suddenly, you shot up and your face was inches away from his. Your features were blurred with how close you were, but he could see the smile stretched across your lips. You blinked your (e/c) eyes at him and exclaimed, “Come dance with me ‘Toshi! You’re *hic* over here bein’ a wallflower, let loose a lil’!”

Before he could protest, you had somehow regained all your strength and were dragging him out to the middle of the room, where lots of sweaty bodies were moving and grooving about. You pushed by people carelessly while Shinsou muttered rushed apologies to them. He felt the warmth of your hand leave and he watched you spin around, dress and hair swishing along with you.

You looked stunning even if you were piss drunk.

You grabbed his large hands again, lacing your fingers through his. A perfect fit. He looked down and saw the size difference, his hands clearly engulfing yours and the

“Dance with me loverboy!” You called to him, eyes virtually closed as you smiled big at him. Shinsou watched starstruck at your perfect form as a purple beam of the strobe light flashed over, illuminating your body in a purple hue. He felt his heart swell in his chest and his face bloom with blush.

God, he was so in love with you.

The two of you started swinging and moving, you had to get Shinsou’s body moving since he seemed to have two left feet. You two poorly and wildly danced, jumping around and moving with purpose, but never did your hands leave each other. Laughs and giggles escaped your chests as you two looked back into each other's eyes. Shinsou had a real smile on his face, not that smug smirk you’d grown accustomed to, but one where you could practically see his gums and his eyes were squinting. Your heart sped up and his contagious smile transferred to you.

The song pulsing throughout The Gamma House changed to one with a calmer melody. Your eyes met Shinsou’s purple ones. Although you were still drunk, your subconscious seemed to calm you down enough to steadily place your hands on Shinsou’s chest as he placed his on your waist softly. You lightly squeezed the thick, fuzzy material of his hoodie. It seemed you two were the only ones in the room, everything else became background noise as if you two were in a bubble.

“Shinsou…” You breathed, your body’s coming closer until the only thing separating you two was the fabric of you guy’s clothes. Your body swayed moderately, having gained some of your footing back. “(Y/n)...” He said back in almost a whisper, breath fanning out onto your face comfortably. Your stomach swirled and twisted just like your dancing before, butterflies swarming in your stomach, yet it didn’t feel like flusteredness. But you couldn't let your feelings go unseen, not tonight!

You hesitated before leaning in, puckering your lips slightly, they shined from your lipgloss in the party lights. Shinsou took in a deep, steady breath through his nose before leaning too. His eyes fluttered shut as your face closed in.

You felt a bang in your stomach, your eyes shooting open and a gag escaping your mouth. Shinsou’s eye opened too, his body shooting back but not enough in time for-

“BLERUGHH!!”

The room was silent. About 100 pairs of eyes were on you and Shinsou as the front of his hoodie and shoes was covered in vomit. There were gasps and ‘oooh’ and sounds of disgust breaking through the deafening silence. The uncomfortable warmth seeped through his hoodie and his shoes felt wet. You were now gripping onto his arms for leverage as your head hung, bile on your lips and chin and stinging the inside of your nose. Shinsou took in an uneasy breath, trying not to breathe in the smell of vomit. He took your hand in his before turning for the door and muttering, “Oh geez (Y/n) let’s go.” He could hear the party liven back up again as he stepped out onto the porch and down the stairs through the small groups of people who hung out outside.

When you two got far enough from the party and the music was faint in the distance, he stopped and let go of your hand. You finally looked up at Shinsou as he carefully yet hastily pulled off his hoodie, relieving his black cotton t-shirt, then taking it and wiping off the vomit on his now ruined converses. Your lip wobbled as you watched helplessly.

You felt horrible. Not only did you just puke your guts all over your crush/best friend, but you embarrassed him in front of the entire sophomore class! Oh, how was he going to even react to this?! You guessed he was saving all his anger until you two left. You wouldn't blame him if he wanted to cut all ties with you after this!

As Shinsou was holding his hoodie inside out, you began to sniffle, fat tears forming in your eyes threatening to spill.

“Shinsooouuu…” You whimpered, voice already breaking.

He turned and his face changed to one of shock. “W-what’s wrong (Y/n)?!” He said, dropping his hoodie and hurrying to you. You stood there, fists clenched and body trembling, tears running down your cheeks and head hung low. You felt his warm hands grasp onto your forearms, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the foreign contact. You pulled your balled fist up to your face, wiping away the tears that seemed to never stop as Shinsou had his body slightly crouched to your eye level, waiting for an answer to your sudden sadness.

“What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?” You sniffed, eyes finally meeting his. “I just threw up all over your fucking hoodie!” You wailed, bringing your hands back to your face and turning away so he couldn’t see the mascara and makeup running down your face.

Shinsou blinked. Your entire mood just did a 360. One moment, you were lively and bubbly, dancing with Shinsou and having a good time. Then you were calm and about to kiss him. Next, you had just thrown up all over him and were mute. Now you were crying your pretty little eyes out.

“Hey hey,” He cooed, placing a hand on your back comfortingly. He moved towards you and pulled your body flush against his, your head now in his chest getting its fabric wet with salty tears. He rested his chin atop your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, rocking your body back and forth and hands running along your back. He waited until your sobs turned to sniffles and your breathing went steady.

“All better?” He asked as the rumble from his chest comforted you even more.

You let out a noise of confirmation before he let go of you, with a hand stray on the small of your back. He looked down at you, lips in a small pout and eyes puffy from crying. ‘Still so cute.’ He thought before bringing you back in for a hug. You hugged back, his warmth making you sleepy.

“Was that all you were crying over?” Shinsou questioned genuinely, a small smirk forming on his lips. You pulled back, body still close as his hand kept you in place, and looked up at him in bewilderment. He isn’t mad? “Wait...why aren’t you mad?” Your lashes fluttered as you blinked. Shinsou let out a chuckle before putting his hand on the back of his neck and averted his gaze to the stars above him. “You were drunk out of your mind, I should’ve expected it. Plus, you're too cute to be mad at.”

You kept your confused face before what he said sunk it and you flinched and felt blush light your face on fire, so hot that steam might’ve been spewing from your ears. You stood there, mouth agape as he laughed again, his laughter echoing off the surrounding campus buildings. “You’re even cuter when you're all embarrassed like this.” He teased, bringing the hand on his neck down and placing them both on your forearms, thumbs rubbing circles in your skin. You buried your face into your hands and mewled, “‘Toshiii, stop teasing me!” Shinsou let out another laugh, hands now in his pants pockets.

You two looked back at each other in sync. Your (e/c) eyes shimmer in the light of any street lamps and his violet eyes glowed like precious jewels.

“So…” You started, messing around with your fingers, “Does this mean you like me too?” Shinsou’s face went neutral before he smiled softly and brought a hand up to cup your face. “Wasn’t it obvious when I was gonna kiss you? Yes, (Y/n), I like you a lot.”

Your face broke out into a warm smile and heated blush, your heart began to beat like a drum and there were butterflies inside your tummy, their wings tickling your insides, this time not because of queasiness.

Your love trance was broken by a yawn, tears of tiredness pricking the corners of your eyes. “C’mon sleepy, let’s get you back to your dorm.” Shinsou said, bringing the hand on your face to your waist, leading along the path to your dorm building but not before picking up his hoodie that needed a desperate washing.

“Mhm’kay ‘Toshi.” You murmured, leaning your body against his, taking in the warmth he radiated, and walked alongside your new boyfriend. Even if you didn’t get your kiss from him tonight, you're sure there will be plenty more along the lines of your relationship.

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omg i just came up with this headcanon; what if konganegawa taught his little 1 year old girl how to make popping sounds with her mouth. 🥺🥺 it’s basically how they communicate at home.

but now imagine konga is out and your at home with your baby.

you were standing at the stove, stirring a pot of soup, the heat of the stove flame licking against you midsection. your 1 year old daughter was at her high chair, babbling in her incoherent baby language, her little legs swinging and big (e/c) eyes looking around the surroundings of your dining room.

you would occasionally look back at her to make sure she was ok, sometimes giving her a smile whenever the two of you mad eye contact, causing her to let out a squealish giggle. you husband of now three years, konganegawa kanji, was out at practice with the sendai frogs. despite how exhausted you’re usually after a shift at your job, you always try and make a nice warm meal for kanji to enjoy when he came back from practice, belly empty and have had burnt off all his energy during the day.

as the soup was starting to come together, the small sounds of popping filled the room. you glanced back at your daughter and watched as she weakly popped her lips and made grabby hands in your direction.

you smiled, setting the wooden spoon down on a small lid and walked over to her, letting her grab onto the fabric of your shirt and look up at you, letting her lip popping come to a stop.

”yes baby?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you stared down into her identical orbs.

she didn’t respond of course, instead letting out another giggle as she bounced in her seat, blonde hair mopped atop her head moving with similar motions.

you chuckle, giving her a warm smiling and bending dow slightly to cup her chubby face and place a kiss on her forehead. her laughter continues as you stray for a little longer, letting her place her much smaller hands a top yours.

you soon move back to the stove, picking up the wooden spoon and giving the soup another good stirring. not even five minutes later, ”pop pop pop pop”

turning back, you make eye contact with your daughter again, her eyes looking back at you as she pops her lips and is yet again giving you grabby hands.

with a light sigh, you make your way over to her again, this time detaching the high chair’s desk and picking up your little bundle of joy.

her hands instantly make their way towards your face, almost mimicking how you cradled her cheek before.

“hello there sweetie,” you cradle her in your arms and make your way back into the kitchen. “daddy’s not here to keep you occupied so you want my attention, is that it?” she doesn’t need to respond, as the wide smile she gives you says it all.

as the soup starts to come together, you multi-task, holding your daughter securely in one arm and using your opposite hand to continue mixing together the combination of chicken chunks, carrots, peas and various other vegetables.

your daughter turns her head from the swirling pot of broth to look up at you. you eye her from the corner of your eye, lips turning up in a smile as her eyes of (e/c) gaze upon your face. you could see so much of both you and kanji in her.

you turn back to the stove, bringing the spoon up to your mouth to taste a little. the spoon brushing your lips as you bring it closer until-

”pop pop pop pop”

you turn to look down at your baby girl. she stops as she looks back you and smiles, letting out loud fits of giggles and resting her head on your shoulder.

you couldn’t tell if you regretted konga teaching her that or loving how this was basically her form of speaking.

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