Bed Chem ━━━ Iwaizumi Hajime

great expectations - 9, familiar faces!

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You're pretty certain that Shoyo Hinata owes you a lifetime of favors for the speed at which you're racing to the gym to meet up with him.

You had been pretty comfortable at the house, getting in some much needed studying in with Kiyoko, when Hinata had so kindly demanded that you join him an penance for missing his game.

So there you are, gym bag in hand and head ducked to avoid attention from any other possible volleyball players you might run into around the court only a few hours before a match.

But it's because your head is ducked and your attention focused solely on getting to Hinata without incident that you run into an incident.

Namely—Wakatoshi Ushijima and Tooru Oikawa. Talking.

They're having what seems to be a very tense conversation only a few feet from the front of the gym doors. You stop short in your attempt to make your way inside the building they're practically guarding, hands clutching your bag and heart in your throat.

You're not quite sure why you're nervous. You haven't done anything wrong.

You're also not sure what Ushijima is doing on your campus, considering he plays for another school, but you find out soon enough when you attention momentarily drifts to the road behind the boys and you see his university's team bus.

If you had known that it was Ushijima's team playing the boys, you never would have left your bed that morning.

But the damage is done, and you're half willing to attempt to turn and run before they drag into whatever they're talking about—or maybe... arguing? You're not sure and you really don't want to find out.

But then Oikawa tears his frown away from Ushijima just long enough to look past him, and the only thing his attention can snag on is you. The frustrated look on his face cracks once he sees you, and it both warms something frozen inside you and tightens the knot of anxiety in your stomach.

The sudden change of Oikawa's expression catches Ushijima's attention, and before you can even think of ducking for over, he turns away from Oikawa and spots you, too.

You're screwed.

Ushijima calls out your name in a friendly greeting, a smile on his face. Oikawa's own face falls immediately, and suddenly he's throwing his hands up in the shape of a T.

"Time out, big guy." He starts, borderline glaring at Ushijima. "How do you know her?"

You wince. Is it really too late to ditch Hinata and run home with your tail between your legs? It's bad enough that you screwed things up with Oikawa and went on a panic-date with Ushijima, but now you have to watch as they both figure it out?

"We went on a date." Ushijima's casual reply doesn't match up with the horribly affronted look on Oikawa's face. You want to run from the conversation, but you owe Oikawa the truth at the very least, so you settle for dropping your gaze to the sidewalk underneath your feet.

"No way she went on a date with you!" Oikawa claims. "You don't have anything in common. And all you care about is volleyball and getting me to transfer to your school."

"It was just one date." You muster the courage to explain, but not he bravery to look Oikawa in the eye as you do so. "After, you know, our argument."

"Did you two date?" Ushijima asks. You really wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole, but you don't get to be that lucky.

Instead, you're forced to live through the moment where you shake your head no, and Oikawa responds to Ushijima with a honest, "sort of," that makes your head spin.

"Well, which is it?" You're not sure if Ushijima is pressing out of curiosity or if it's an attempt to get under Oikawa's skin before a match. You don't know him well enough to decide, but you're really hoping it's the former.

"We were hanging out," You clarify with a non-answer before Oikawa can air your business. You're so uncomfortable, standing on the sidewalk with both men staring at you, that you shift your weight between your feet and glance over your shoulder. "I should go."

"Wait, hold on," Oikawa takes a step forward, his name falling off your tongue, but you're already taking off in the opposite direction of the gym.

All you leave behind is an "I'm sorry," and you're not even sure who it's directed for.

extras!

yn is a master at self sabotage

kuroo, suga, bokuto, and astumu all have a bet going on about when oikawa and yn will finally get together. it started with just kuroo and bokuto but the others wanted in

the whole "ushijima-oikawa-yn" run in was basically the Spiderman pointing meme — yn was on the verge of a panic attack

yn called kiyoko after every time she texts oikawa and reads the messages out to make sure she sounds like a normal person

after the run in, yn went and found an empty lecture hall to freak out in, so she never actually ended up running sets with hinata (he called to tell her she was a traitor)

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Can't stop thinking about being Luca's pillow princess (age gap, inexperienced, he's showing you how well he can take care of you) I could go on

Oh have you come to the right place. 😩♥️ (18+, age gap! everyone’s a consenting adult)

- You’re so shy and embarrassed because you feel like you know NOTHING about sex but he’s all smiles and soothing words. He’s more than happy to show you.

- You just lay back on the pillows. Don’t worry about lifting a finger, because he won’t have it. You just lay there and be his beautiful babe.

- Undressing you piece by piece, so patient and soothing as he reveals more and more of you. Kisses everywhere, mumbles about how beautiful you look. Don’t plan on ever speaking negative about yourself. You’re an angel to him.

- Once you’re naked he’s taking a moment to just gawk. No no, don’t cover yourself up. He wants to just marvel in your beauty, how someone like you ended up with an old man.

- (you have to remind him every now and then he isn’t old)

- He starts letting his hands roam. Squeezing your tits and teasing your nipples, noting how you react and what you enjoy. Kissing along your neck and jaw, noting how your breathing hitches when his teeth graze a certain spot

- Every other guy you’ve been with (and it hasn’t been many) have rushed through the moment, focused on getting themselves off. But having someone take the time to just study you.. It’s new.

- Oh god when his huge hand slides between your legs.. Fingers exploring your soaked folds, teasing your clit before easing a finger in.. You think you’ve died and gone to heaven.

- “You like that?” He’s asks in that deep, soothing voice. It isn’t rhetorical, he wants an answer. He wants to know you’re enjoying yourself. And all you can do is nod and beg for more.

- He takes his sweet time fingering you, adding a digit and curling his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside of you like an expert and grazing it each time.

- Your sweet little whimpers and moans, the way you’re arching of the bed.. He wants to do this all night.

- He cups your pretty little pussy as he fingers you, palm grazing your clit while his lips find yours. Swallowing your moans and bringing you to your first orgasm of the night. And your head is spinning. You didn’t know it could be this good.

- He wants to taste you, oh god, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you all in one night. He decides to save that for later.

- He gives you a moment to breathe while he gets up and undresses himself, and you’re mesmerized. He’s so muscled, broad and strong.. You’re already burning for more.

- But the size of him.. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve been with and how the hell is that going to fit?

- He must see the panic in your face because he’s crawling back over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek, voice soft as he mumbles against your skin. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

- You simply nod and bite your lip, legs spreading for him and he’s praising you, making you blush. You feel the head of his cock between your folds, rubbing and teasing, and part of you is bracing for the rough entrance every other guy gave you.

- But he’s easing in so gently, so slow, your thighs relax and it almost doesn’t hurt. But he’s so fucking thick, the stretch makes you whimper.

- He’s cooing and distracting you with little kiss, hips nudging in bit my bit. You’re soaking him so thoroughly, it makes it a bit easier. It’s when you feel his fingers on your clit, circling and pressing on that sensitive bud your heavy breathing turns to moans.

- You’re so distracted by his fingers you don’t notice he’s sunk in completely, filling you to the brim and more. He’s studying your face, the way your hips are twitching to find some friction, your parted lips and quick breathing.

- And he’s giving you everything you need. Slow, deep strokes, letting you feel everything. Every inch, every drag of his cocks against your walls, the way his hips are pressing into yours so he can fit deeper, deeper.

- And you’re a mess. Hands twisted in the sheets, back arched, legs spread so wide for him. No one’s made you feel this way, no one’s brought you such pleasure.

- He isn’t worried about his orgasm, he’s focused on yours. And something this good, he has you falling apart in no time. Clenching around him, crying out, toes curling. He holds your hips and helps you ride it out before slipping out of you.

- This was only the beginning of everything he wanted to show you

venus; chapter six; still missing

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press start! — the eyes, chico (15/22)

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter five; you’re obsessed.

contents smau. profanity. kms/kys jokes. brainrot lingo. girl kisser! saeko mentioned. implied kuroo had/has a crush on saeko. reader is self aware 😭.

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Feral thought of the evening.

There must be something in the air because this came out of nowhere. Written purely on my phone so not super proofread…I’ll do that on the computer sometime this weekend.

Dropping this and running 🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

Female Reader | tied up, spitting, spanking, squirting

You had worn the little cotton shorts on purpose. Knew that they drove him right up the wall watching how the fabric bunched over your plush thighs and barely covered your ass. How the v between your legs left little to the imagination as the fabric dug into your delicate skin.

So when he gets you bent over the bed after a few hours of teasing, you smirk to yourself as he plucks at them. How he tugs the bunched cotton free from where it had been trapped to rub his fingers along the inside of the gusset. Which you know is wet and judging by the appreciative hum he has figured that out as well.

"Did you wear these for me?" He questions as a hand smooths over the globe of your ass to grab at the hem. "Or to tease me?" He asks, giving you a smart slap that makes your blood sing.

"Both," you answer as you stretch like a cat over the cool sheets, letting your arms splay in front of you as you rest your cheek on the bed. "I know you can't resist them."

"Mmm, I think you also like when the other guys watch you," he taunts as he curls his fingers over the elastic waist and tugs them barely down your backside. "Like the attention," his tone shifts slightly, dropping an octave as he tugs a little more. "Like imagining what they must be thinking about you."

You whine a bit and wiggle wanting him to move faster.

"Oh, you want a reward for how you behaved today?" Alex asks as he bends over your back, planting one of his fists on the bed beside you to hold his weight. "Do you think you deserve that? For making Soap squirm in his seat when you bent so far over to pick up that napkin for him?" He smirks as you roll your head over to glance up at him, still splayed out in a submissive posture that you knew he craved.

"I do," you barely whisper, a smile tugging at your lips. "Because you were watching me just as closely. Watching me as I carefully leaned across the Captain's lap to get a drink for you." He enjoyed the game. Enjoyed watching men lust for you but restrain themselves because they knew that he'd make them disappear for good if they touched something of his without permission. All a dance, all a taunt.

He pulls your shorts down further, exposing your thoroughly soaked cunt to the air. The satisfied sigh that leaves your lips is short-lived as he yanks your shorts taut, pulling the center of them into his fist. The thin line of fabric digs into your thighs as he tugs, and you feel him twist the shorts, forcing your legs together tight.

The shorts you had used to get his attention, to start this game, were going to be your punishment.

You shift a bit, but your legs are locked. Nowhere to go as he holds fast to the balled-up cotton that has turned into biting vices on your thighs. You dart your eyes up to him, a hint of apprehension in your expression and he just smirks at you. When he leans back off his supporting arm, he runs a taunting finger down your cheek before disappearing from your view.

"I think I'll keep you like this for a bit," he remarks as he appraises you, the fingers of his free hand sliding just outside your folds, making you squirm. "Keep still," he warns as he twists the fabric a fraction of an inch tighter so it stings. "You wanted me to look at you, so let me look at you."

He digs his nails into the back of your legs, scratching enough that goosebumps flash across your skin. You can feel your skin heating under his scrutinizing gaze and ache to just turn back and see him, but you know better than to disobey.

"Arch higher," Alex orders as he pushes a palm against your lower back, making your upper body sink even further into the bed.

You do as he orders and grab at the edge of the bed for support when you feel it. He had been so quiet about it that your body instantly jerks at the wet slide, but he grasps your hip to keep you from going far. From wasting it.

You can feel the spit slide from your rim to your entrance and glide down toward your clit before being cut off with how tight your thighs are clamped together. The groan of need escapes you as you bite your lip, doing your best to pry open your legs to let the wad soothe the burning pressure in the apex of your thighs.

"Something wrong?" Alex asks as he trails a finger through the spit that has glided down the seam of your legs. He slowly drags it up, and you tense, waiting before he finally rubs the slickness against your folds. You sigh with relief as he smooths his fingers over you, spreading you apart as he does.

"Please," you whine as you try to push back against his taunting fingers. He's barely sunk them into you and as he feels you push he pulls away. You are doing this on his terms.

"Stay still," he orders again, and you swallow the agitated huff, knowing he'll just prolong it even more. And, as if he suspects you'll protest, he waits to move. When you stay silent, he chuckles a bit, "good girl."

The praise sings along your skin, and you grin to yourself before a filthy moan escapes your lips. Without warning, he pushes two fingers into you, as far as they can go, and you clamp hard around the welcomed invasion.

The stretch burns, but you don't fight it. Instead, you huff as he begins to work you open properly, fingers scissoring and twisting until slick noises and your pants fill the room.

Alex doesn't let you help him at all, hand still holding tight to the shorts to stop you from opening your legs to make it easier. To keep you from releasing that building pressure on the bundle of nerves so the blood pounds almost painfully.

“Keep going,” you beg, forehead on the sheets now as you try to arch more. There’s no room for you to go anywhere; your body contorted to its max. He doesn’t relent, doesn’t ease up as he fucks you with three fingers now, making you slick and pliant.

When you come, it’s loud and shuddering, your body tensing and trying to coil on itself. He continues to push you through it. As you come down, back unlocking to a more relaxed position, he draws his fingers away. But you aren’t empty for long.

He quickly notches at your entrance, hand tugging your thighs back to him with your shorts. You hiss at the bite of cloth on your already sensitive skin, sure that you’ve got some type of fabric burn and will certainly bruise. He doesn’t acknowledge your quiet protest as he slides himself in.

“Still fucking tight,” he groans as he bottoms out.

He’s not wrong. With the way he has your legs locked, he feels that much bigger, and you feel that much fuller. You can feel every ridge of him as he rocks his hips back before snapping forward again, punching the air out of your lungs.

Alex isn’t gentle. Each snap of his hips makes you gasp, and you fight to keep your body in the same spot to meet him. His thighs slap yours sending a vibration to your still clenched clit. You need to release the pressure, need to ease that ache that’s starting to consume you.

“Please,” you whine, voice a pathetic lilt as you reach a hand back to pry at your shorts. You scramble one-handed at them, trying to pull them off your skin, out of his grasp. “Please I need,” you try and Alex slows his movements to watch you fumble about.

“What do you need?” He coos as you try to look up at him, eyes rolling up as he snaps forward into you again. “Use your words,” he taunts as he grinds into you.

“The pressure, I feel like,” you start, but he knows. He knows exactly what is happening because he can tell how your body is squeezing him.

In an instant, he lets go of your shorts, the fabric loosening its biting grip on your legs. You can feel the blood rush to your numbing feet, and you open your legs to let some of that building tension in your clit ease.

But Alex’s hand is there. He’s coaxing that tension to explode instead of dissipating. As he pushes into you just a bit deeper, now that your legs are opened wider for him, you come undone.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Alex says as you push up on both hands to try to regain some semblance of control. Your body feels like it never has before and has done something you’ve never experienced.

“Fuck you’ve needed to come, haven’t you?” He asks as his fingers rub hard circles against your clit, so soaked you’re afraid you didn’t just come. “So wet for me,” he praises as he slides his fingers to smear the slick over your lower belly and hip before he grabs you again to continue to fuck you.

You lean back into him as he sets a ferocious pace into you, so slick and soft for him now there is zero resistance. You keen as you feel him tighten and twitch inside of you, and when he growls his release, you cry out as he fills you.

Alex snaps his hips a few more times before he stops moving and lets you fall forward into the bed spent. You feel as if your whole body is twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. But those twitches are nothing compared to the overstimulated flinch you body makes as Alex smoothes his hand over your ass and between your legs to play with the mix of his spend and yours.

“I’m going to have to tie up your legs more often if it’s going to get you to squirt all over me like that,” Alex says with a small laugh as he gently spreads your legs more to get a look at the mess you both made.

your instagram dating azumane asahi ♡

note: first post ! kinda nervous ... felt like my man needed a bit of love so decided to go for asahi for my first small smau ♡ hope you enjoy it, it's a bit silly hehe

fem! reader × asahi azumane (uni students)

kkiyo: you two are so cute

→ suga_0: so true they're gonna make me cry istg

→ yy/nie: thank you kiyoko ♡ suga ur so dramatic omfg

aasahi: love you pretty

→ buzzcut: man have some compassion for us singles

→ rollingthunder: yeah man what the hell

→ yy/nie: love you too

rollingthunder: ME NEXT

→ yy/nie: GET OUT 🗣️👎

yy/nie: worst thing is the nap just made me more tired and i fell asleep for half my class

→ suga_0: that explains why i saw you inhale a large coffee in 3 seconds

→ yy/nie: ...

yaichiigo: my fav senior couple i want to be a maid of honor

→ yy/nie: noted!♡

aasahi: so sweet that trully is us

→ yy/nie: yay !♡

thank you for reading ♡

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dependable ace ☆ ushijima wakatoshi x reader

synopsis: when reader develops a fever after training camp ends, she quickly realizes why ushijima is a dependable ace—just in a different way. details: fluff, sickfic, ~1.3k words, f! reader, relationship leaning toward romantic. warnings: none, other than this isn't proofread lol. also what's with me putting my readers through sickness in my shiratorizawa fics...

It was rather unfortunate that you developed a fever on the last day of the team’s training camp. 

With the inter-high tournament approaching rather quickly, you wondered if the stress and exhaustion from keeping up with the team had finally caught up to you. Then again, you didn’t exactly have the best immune system to begin with.

That morning, you were still fast asleep in your assigned room as everyone prepared to leave. Goshiki had knocked on your door, asking if you were alright. All you could do was hum weakly in response.

At some point, more voices started to appear from different directions. You assumed the coaches and the other members had come to check in on you, but their words just blurred together.

However, one voice cuts through the fog with startling clarity.

“She is not feeling well. What should we do?”

You force yourself to open your eyes. Multiple blinks later, Ushijima’s face finally comes into focus. For a moment, you wonder if it’s a fever dream—there’s something different about his usually stoic expression. It’s much…softer.

The chatter of the team fades into background noise as you focus on the team’s ace. Something about him just keeps you grounded in all the haze.

Your breath hitches when he suddenly makes eye contact with you and calls your name.

“Can you understand what I am saying? Would it be alright for me to carry you to the bus?”

Carry me?

You blink at him, nodding slowly. There’s not much you can do about it anyway—it feels like a hundred bricks are weighing your body down.

Someone gently peels your blanket away and Ushijima squats down in front of you.

“How should I carry her?” He looks at the rest of the team for help. Suggestions are thrown around, but in the end, everyone agrees that the best way is to ask you.

The thing is, you don’t know the answer to his question. 

You take a few deep breaths to think. As your eyes wander, you notice the sunlight slowly creeping across the room, nearly reaching your futon. Some of it shines on Ushijima, bathing him in an ethereal glow.

In your feverish delirium, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Doesn’t matter…I trust you.”

The world seems to stop as the words leave your mouth. His eyes widen a fraction before he nods once, resolute. “Alright.”

He slowly moves forward to pick you up, his movements careful. You try your best to be helpful, adjusting yourself when he slides one arm under your knees and the other under your back.

“Ah, bridal style.” You hear a snicker from somewhere. “Not bad, Wakatoshi-kun.”

As Ushijima pulls you securely to his chest, you feel the rumble of his voice. “Bridal style? Then…is this inappropriate?”

“No, no, that’s just what it’s called. Don’t worry, lots of people do it, not just married couples.”

“Ah. I see.”

You glance up at his face, taking in the solid line of his jaw and his calm, focused expression. For a fleeting moment, the thought of being Ushijima’s bride runs through your mind. How lucky his future wife would be…

The thought lingers longer than it should, but your imagination is cut short when Ushijima lifts you effortlessly. The sudden motion and slight shift in your orientation make your head spin, drawing a soft groan from your lips. Instinctively, your hands reach out to steady yourself.

Ushijima stiffens for a brief second, and you realize that your arms are wrapped around his neck.

Although you’re pretty sure your entire body is a furnace, you feel more heat rise to your face. Thankfully, no one comments on what you did.

“Her body temperature is very high. We should move fast so she can recover as soon as possible.” 

He directs the rest of the team, following a clear, continuous train of thought. You hear something about retrieving your belongings, checking for forgotten items, tidying up the room, things to buy at the convenience store, and lots more you can no longer process.

At some point, you nod off. It’s the absence of his deep voice that jolts you awake, just as he starts walking out of the room. 

You shift in his hold, braving another glance at his face. He notices and returns your gaze, but none of you say anything for a while.

(And well, it might be better not to, since he’s about to descend the staircase.)

It’s rare for someone to be carried by the Ushijima Wakatoshi, so you try to etch this memory in your mind forever. You focus on his strong arms and how they have not wavered once since he lifted you. 

When he reaches the parking lot, the cold morning breeze hits you. You involuntarily shiver, wishing you had worn your team jacket. 

“You are cold,” Ushijima comments. “Even though your body temperature is rather high.”

“Y-Yeah. That’s how a f-fever works,” you chuckle at his observation. You can’t help but pull yourself closer to him, arms tightening around his neck. “S-Sorry.”

“You do not need to apologize.” He continues walking and the bus quickly comes into view. A pang of disappointment hits when you realize that this moment with him will soon end.

As he brings you onto the bus, you tense at the temperature. A chill runs up your spine as you realize the air conditioning is at full blast. A shaky breath is all you can manage when Ushijima looks at you with…great concern.

“Tendou told me that cuddling increases body heat. Would that help you?”

You freeze, rendered absolutely speechless at his offer. “W-what?”

“He said that it makes a cold person feel better. Do you agree?”

You cannot bear another second dealing with your body’s baffling thermoregulation. At the same time, you want to fulfill a selfish wish to keep him closer to you for as long as possible.

“Yes,” you respond with no hesitation, sucking in a breath.

Ushijima nods at your consent. As he takes the paired seat in front, he gently lays you down next to him. To your surprise, he takes off his team jacket and silently offers it to you.

The generous action nearly makes you swoon. You thank him softly with a promise to return it later.

Ushjima waits patiently until you finish putting his jacket on. As expected, it’s quite big, but you’re just grateful for the extra layer over your pajamas.

“How would you like to...” There’s a tinge of uncertainty in his voice that you’ve never heard before. You can’t help but grin at how endearing he is.

“Um…” You turn towards him, shifting a little closer. Initiating the contact is a lot more daunting than you thought. Slowly, you lift your legs to rest them over his thighs. Then, you lean into him and wrap your arms around his torso.

“Is this okay?” Your voice comes out a little breathless. “If it’s uncomfortable, I can-”

“I am fine with this.” Ushijima responds, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Would you like me to do anything else?”

His earnest desire to make you feel better tugs at your heart. “You can wrap your arms around me too.”

Ushijima hesitates for a moment, unsure of where to place his arms. You guide him gently, adjusting until the two of you settle into a comfortable embrace.

You close your eyes, sighing in content as his warmth finally envelops you. Throwing caution to the wind, you rest your head on Ushijima’s broad chest. The steady rhythm of its rise and fall is relaxing. 

“I feel better,” you mutter.

“I am thankful that is so.”

Would Washijo-sensei kill you if he sees this? Whatever, you can always blame it on the fever.

As the seconds pass by, you start to hear the thumps of his heartbeat. The rate is a little rapid, but you suppose it’s because he just spent the past few minutes carrying you. It doesn’t matter though, it’s soothing either way.

Before falling into slumber, you hear him speak in a low voice. “Thank you for your trust in me.”

“Of course, Ushijima-san,” You whisper in response. “You really are the dependable ace.”

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valentine's day with kageyama is sweet but hectic. he goes all out because it's a special day and he finally has a special person. i'm talking flowers, chocolates, gifts, dinner at a fancy restaurant, and of course dessert all timed down to the t. he's been planning for over a month, scouring websites for ideas, and visiting store after store to find the right things for you. and honestly the adlers boys are a little tired of hearing about it, but they've also never seen him so passionate about anything that wasn't volleyball until you. so they chime in with comments here and there to help him out. and it's obvious he's nervous. you caught on pretty early, so you try to reassure him he doesn't have to do anything over the top. you love him, and he loves you. it's just another day in the span of a year, but he just shakes his head because, "why wouldn't i do all this and more for you?"

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Wolffe: Look who it is, the Holobuddies. Cody: What? Wolffe, pointing at Rex: Stinky Twinkie. Wolffe, pointing at Bly: Ditzy. Wolffe, pointing at Cody: Their mama. Wolffe, pointing at Fox: Ho. Rex: Did you just call me a smelly twink? Bly: ...Why am I ditzy? Cody: Their mama? Really? Fox: ...I'll allow it.