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🤭gotta stay quiet in the library sweetheart

[lillys-bakery]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐝 ⋆˚꩜｡𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐍

"Are you sure, San? It might hurt, you know,” you ask, voice uncertain as your lover sits you down on his stomach. “This is so dumb.”

San chuckles, caressing your cheek with his gloved hand. “It’ll be okay, my love. Trust me. And I don’t bench press 220lbs everyday just for show,” he smirks smugly. “Gotta give my baby the perfect princess treatment.”

Cheeks turning pink, you fold his hand. While the two of you enjoyed the snow-covered playground under the dim streetlight, San had surprised you when he lay down on the snow on his back, asking you to come sit on him. 

“Want to do a TikTok trend, come here,” he urged. And it was impossible to say no to those sparkling eyes. 

When you were settled in, San held your hand, pushing his legs as he slid through the snow, your laugh filling the ground. 

“Ahh!” You screamed when he sped up, causing you to lean down on him. “Sannie!”

Your boyfriend giggled, holding you close as he used the snow to his advantage. “Yes, my love?” he screamed back, laughing. “Isn't this fun?” You nodded, face against his chest. 

As he slowed down to a stop, you pulled away, the apples of your cheek hurting from how hard you were smiling.

“You’re crazy,” you giggled.

San pokes out his tongue in response. “Too bad, you love crazy.”

“That I do,” your voice drowns out as you press your lips against his pink ones, savouring the moment. 

“I love you, pretty girl,” he said softly, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. 

“I love you too, Sannie,” you whisper back, laying your head against his chest–skin and heart both warm and full of love.

San smiled to himself as he watched tiny snowflakes fall, dissolving into your hair. His fingers stroked your head. 

If he could, he would’ve frozen this moment in time like the snow that surrounds you two. 

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── ⠀ TECHFLESHFILLIC ⠀ ⟢

[PT: Techfleshfillic. /END PT]

✦ ⠀ a gender related to being tech filled with flesh, where one's wires are replaced with veins. this gender may feel like a computer who's made of flesh, flesh pretending to be a computer, or old, rotting code. it can also be used in any way the user wants

[PT: a gender related to being tech filled with flesh, where one's wires are replaced with veins. this gender may feel like a computer who's made of flesh, flesh pretending to be a computer, or old, rotting code. it can also be used in any way the user wants. /END PT]

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VESSNOW

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an agender/genderless spectrum term for where there's snow in place of where you gender should be or in the absence of your gender

[PT. An agender / genderless spectrum term for where there's snow in place of where you gender should be or in the absence of your gender. /END PT]

ves- or vesidentity originally coined by @rabidbatboy. colors for flag picked from my own snowlexic flag

[PT. Ves- or vesidentity (link) originally coined by @ / rabidbatboy. Colors for flag picked from my own snowlexic flag. /END PT]

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[ode2rin]

kaiser, before this sight in front of him, was certain he carried all the crazy in this relationship. 

looking at what you were doing right now, he realized he was apparently wrong.

“darling, what are you doing?” he questioned, his curiosity piqued.

“practicing my WAG cheer and clap,” you replied nonchalantly.

“your what?” 

“if you make me repeat it, you'll find your pillow on the couch tonight,” you warned, sparing him a glance.

so, this is serious business.

“alright, i heard you. but why are you trying to mimic them?” he inquired, referring to the women you were watching on tv, seemingly seated on the sidelines of an NBA game, clapping like they intended to make no sound by how close their hands were.

fed up with his questions, you darted towards him. in your hand, you held your phone, containing a photo taken during one of his recent games. it captured the moment he scored a goal, with you in the background, caught up in the fervor of the crowd, jumping and screaming with unbridled joy. 

kaiser never thought he had a favorite photo of you until this one. 

“look at that!” you exclaimed, thrusting the phone into his hands before returning to the couch where you were initially situated.

“i look like one of your crazy fans, bouncing and screaming like that! you could basically see the entirety of my mouth by my scream! and i look like i won a multi-million lottery jackpot!” you continued to rant.

“that’s because you're proud of your man, baby,” kaiser reassured you with an amused smile.

“but i want to look chic! nonchalant! while i’m at it! twitter people are calling this photo ‘crazy fan behavior,’ mihya!” you protested.

kaiser couldn't help but chuckle at your outburst. he found this whole WAG thing incredibly adorable of you. “come here, please?”

you slowly approached your boyfriend from the kitchen counter he was leaning on. now that you had calmed down, you finally noticed that he had just gotten out of the shower, wearing nothing but his sweatpants. his tattoo was on full display, captivating your eyes. 

cheeky bastard, as always.

once you were within arm's reach, kaiser wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around to face away from him. he held you in a warm embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and down your shoulders as if he was inhaling your essence.

“you know i wouldn't have it any other way,” he mumbled against your skin.

“really?” you softly ask, the tension dissipating from your mind. your focus shifted to the warm body pressed against your back and the sensation of his large hands kneading your hips.

“definitely, baby,” he replied, his voice low and hoarse, while peppering your nape with soft, lingering kisses. his hands slid sensually along the curves of your waist, pulling you closer to him. “when i look at your seat after a goal, i always look forward to seeing you like this. it makes me feel as if i have the energy of a hundred men when you cheer for me. so, you don't need this, hmm?”

“okay…” you whispered, no longer concerned about your previous intentions. your senses were now fully occupied by your lover.

“besides," he continued, his tone slightly teasing, “you did win a multi-million jackpot when you had me.”

you sighed. of course, he needs to mention that. “you really know how to ruin a moment.”

“come on! i'm worth that much!” he retorted, his smirk audible in his voice.

you couldn't help but smile, his playful banter lifting your spirits. “yeah, still. eat the rich.”

“well, i wouldn't say no to that, darling.”

“oh my god! michael kaiser!”

“i’m just saying!”

your boyfriend really knows how to ruin a moment, but still, you wouldn't have him any other way.

WAG = wife and gfs of high-profile pro athletes (but this is gn!reader oki) and if you know the WAG cheer and clap, that means we have weird tiktok fyps, no i will not elaborate.

note. here, take my insanity. i did not know what made me write this man in FLUFF (sighs i don't know who i am anymore) but it needs to leave me alone. jk, just testing things out for my milestone event hehe <3 this is slightly suggestive, btw!