but while boks goes way too often (think five times a week), kuroo hardly goes, and usually only drags his ass to the gym to accompany bokuto
bokuto is definitely definitely definitely a morning person?? tries to cook omelettes and stuff for breakfast but honestly they end up slightly uncooked and gross (he gets into dejected mode so kuroo eats everything even tho its crap and forces a smile in order to cheer up the big birb)
cuddling is just a big mess of limbs and hair
OH MY GOD THE NUMBER OF HAIR PRODUCTS ALSDFBLFQRFW
literally jars and bottles of gel and stuff just EVERYWHERE
bokuto the type to show kuroo off to like… everyone???? “THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND!!! APPRECIATE HIM!!!! IS HE NOT HEART STOPPINGLYY HOOOOOOOOOOTTTT!!!???” and honestly kuroo’ll just be all like smirky and “i know boks but tell them more…….. tell them all of my greatness”
kuroo does most of the cooking and bokuto tries to do the other chores like washing and stuff because boks! is! hopeless! at! cooking!!!!
akaashi finds himself dragging the both of them home when they get dead drunk and honestly he is so done with these two idiots who ALWAYS just HAPPEN to get WASTED when he’s doing something IMPORTANT
kuroo reads alot alot alot alot alot and his books are everywhere
bokuto is the neater one out of the two so he’s always packing up kuroo’s books and putting them back in their shelves
they both gush about each other alot to kenma/ akaashi?? and honestly both of them roll their eyes so much it’s amazing they haven’t gone blind
grocery shopping is never productive like they try at first and put in like milk and meat and some vegetables but then they just dump anything they see in the cart and this is why they are broke
kuroo buys snacks for bokuto alot, like on his way home he gets like some candy or chips for boks and honestly he does it in a way so it’s really off hand and stuff but bokuto gets so flustered and happy and AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
winter is cute because kuroo has like 1000000 scarves but because bokuto is a literal human ball of fire, he just prances around in a sweater and pants
i’m sorry this is so short, i hope you like it though!
info: fluff, lil’ sexy, longer than usual (that’s what she said), part1 !!1??1!
a/n: haven’t wrote anything in a while bc of tatinof, school and sickness (it’s all vvv exciting and sad), so enjoy this even tho its pure crap :,)
Dan has been craving attention.
Not normal attention, like you would expect from a socially-deprived human being- but sexual attention.
Sexual attention is a weird thing, he thinks.
It doesn’t take intricate equations or an imaginative mind to understand. You want someone touching your hand, biting your lips with their teeth- some of the more dirtier things Dan has thought throughout his life.
So then when no one is there, you just feel this need. This deep, dark want for somebody.
Dan has been feeling like that for the past week.
Actually, once a week every month so far since his teenage years. It’s kinda like a girl’s period without the never ending trail of blood coming out of his vagina- if he had one.
Usually when these times come, he’s irritable, quiet and sexually frustrated all the time. Long showers, blasting music through the walls to cover his embarrassment of noises from Phil.
Honestly- It’s a problem.
“D-an!” Phil shouted through the walls. He was springing with excitement for Dan to see what he had in store for him.
Dan doing nothing productive (like usual), groaned from the lounge, “What?”
As before, he hated talking during his time of the month. Dan could only answer Phil with one-word groans or whines. With anyone else though, he didn’t even try.
“Come into the kitchen, please? I have a special- breakfast- surprise.” Phil exclaimed, proud to be the housewife he always planned to be. Not specifically for Dan- this was just his training. He hopes, at least.
He just wants to take care of him, sometimes.
Dan scrunched up his face in confusion. Since when has Phil ever called him in for breakfast? It’s always the same thing: cereal and warm tea.
He called out that he was coming anyway.
“What did you mean by that-” Dan started to say, before stopping in his tracks.
In the time that he was walking into the kitchen, he saw the beautiful breakfast that Phil had prepared. Eggs, orange juice, pancakes, cereal to the brim with milk and a candle in the middle. His favorite candle, must he add.
“P-Phil, what’s going on?” He questioned, stuttering. Dan admits: he almost fainted.
Phil turned around from the oven, a smile on his face. "Just some TLC.“
Dan actually wanted to punch him. He looked so damn good.
His hair was tossed back into a wavy, lazy quiff. Almost orgasmic. He wore this loose little apron, wrapping around some of his adorable pajamas. His hands were filled with forks and spoons ever so gracefully. How does he even manage to do that, Dan had no idea.
Speaking of his hands- holy shit, were they gorgeous.
Dan never considered himself to be into that, but goddamn, now he is.
He breathed in the lovely scent of the candle, feeling wonderful as he began to say, "I don’t really know-”
“What to say?” Phil finished it, biting his lip. “How about: Thank you, Phil, you sexy beast.”
Of course, Phil was being sarcastic when he asked Dan to answer like that.
He was considering.
Dan only shut his month in a tight seal, nodding. He pulled out a chair from the table, going to sit down, but Phil stopped him in his tracks. Slapping his hand off the top of the chair, he pulled out the hair himself, gesturing for Dan to sit down with a little smirk playing on his lips.
“I-I-I- uh, I’m- o-okay- Right.” He stuttered more than he ever had in his life.
Trying to comprehend what was happening, he pulled out the chair to sit down, but Phil beat him to it. Slapping his hand off the chair, he pulled it out himself, and gestured for Dan to sit down. It’s like he wants to drive me insane.
As he sat down, he tried not to make eye contact with Phil, as he was staring right at him with his stupid, pretty phil eyes.
“I’m gonna go get my phone, really quick- I don’t want to leave you alone here, though. You might eat everything up without me.” Phil thought aloud.
Dan gulped, forming a response, “It’s fine. Go.” He muttered a tiny please.
Giving his a quick smile, Phil put his hand on Dan’s arm, “Thanks, Dan. Oh- I almost forgot, here’s your shiny things,” he held up a fork and spoon.
(Now, you would think oh, this is where dan is keeping himself together right? nothing bad could happen here? Well, that’s probably how it would’ve went until Phil ruined it.)
He bent down to Dan’s shoulder level, put his mouth next to his neck, wrapped his arms around him, and placed down a fork and a spoon on either side.
He brought his mouth to Dan’s ear, "Be right back, Danny,” before rushing out.
"T- Thanks, um-” Phil was already out the room when he tried to speak again.
Dan leaned back in his chair, scoffing in disbelief. Putting his hands in his hair, he placed his elbows down on the table. what the fuck just happened?
Yes, he knew that he was having his sexual attention shit, but towards Phil of all people? That has never happened once in the six years that they’ve lived together.
“-Fuckinghell.” Dan said to himself. He shook his head. get over it, you man-baby. Grabbing a fork from the plate, he took a big bite of the pancake Phil had made.
It was fucking delicious.
Dan was absolutely done. Honestly, all of this was Phil’s fault. If he didn’t make him such a nice breakfast during his stupid sexual tension time thing, if he didn’t have to look so damn good today, if he didn’t have to make him think like this.
Dan thought about it as the breakfast simmered in front of him.
Dan and Phil. Together. The dating thing, he meant.
The perks of being in a relationship comes nowhere close to being single. You’re more free when your single, Dan had learned throughout his love life.
But also something that he learned was that when it’s with Phil, it’s always different.
A relationship with Phil, a friendship with Phil, a partnership with Phil- anything with Phil is different than the norm.
Dan could try Google, Tumblr asks, Yahoo, all of the fucking above, and he still wouldn’t know how things would go if he were in a relationship with Phil.
So, he just imagined it.
The dinner dates, the romantic trips to the couch, a breakfast for two, going to plays together.
Cuddling, hugs whenever he wanted, his warm feet trying to heat up his cold ones underneath their bedroom blankets. Hands intertwined.
His lips on his, arms tangled together trying to find a way to get closer, hair in his mouth, his hands.
Phil voice would mixed in with Dan’s breath, begging, pleading to kiss his neck harder-
Dan drops the fork onto the plate.
“Fuck,” He looked down, “Fuck.”
“Alright, I’m back from my search,” Phil stumbled in with a rose in his hand, “You remember that rose I stole from someone’s garden last week? Well, I found it on my search for my phone.” He twisted it around in his hands, smelling it.
Dan looked away, not knowing what to do.
“Shit- What’s wrong?” Phil dropped the rose on the ground, immediately rushing over to Dan’s side.
he cursed- he had to curse of all things.
“Nothing- I’m fine,” Dan trailed, still not looking. His hands were sweating and his face was beet-red with both embarrassment and flustered-ness.
Phil gave up, breathing out. “Okay, it’s just that I worry about you- Look, I’m your best friend, okay? It’s my job to care about you more than anything-”
"More than anything? Are you doing this on purpose by now?”
Phil’s eyes went big. “Doing what exactly?”
Dan tossed his hands up. “Everything! The breakfast, the candle, the rose, the sweet talk- what’s this for?”
He was flabbergasted to say the least. That seemed like the most appropriate word at the moment. Phil was only doing this because he wanted to be nice, that’s all. There was no ultimate goal he wanted out of this- At least he didn’t think so.
“There’s quite literally nothing, Dan. Understand that.” Phil’s tone went serious, not something that happens often.
Calming down a bit by the sudden tension in the room, Dan breathed out air that was sitting in his lungs for a few minutes.“Alright- Just make your intentions a little clearer next time?”
Phil only cocked his head. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled. “You were kind of, just a little, really, uh- romantic is the best word to describe it?”
His eyes bulged out of his head. “Romantic? Where’d you get that idea from?”
“Well, Phil, if you didn’t know, a nice breakfast is usually romantic, especially with a candle and a rose for fuck’s sake. Not to mention, the subtle flirting you were doing all morning-”
Phil only listened to him while he rambled. He had no clue what he was referring to. He knew he made this nice breakfast with a candle and everything but he was certainly not trying to hit on Dan.
And also, the rose was a total surprise. He found it while trying to find his phone, like he said before. A nice romantic coincidence, but not the message Phil wanted to send.
And the “subtle flirting?” He didn’t know where to begin.
“Flirting? How? I don’t even know how to flirt, the Internet especially knows that.” He responded after a long silence.
Dan blew raspberries in his mind at him. He didn’t know how to flirt? Is he kidding? Does he even remotely remember how his videos used to be?
Dan shrugged, though. “I’m sorry, I don’t know, maybe it’s just me or something.”
Phil pouted a little, and put his hand on Dan’s shoulder. “Hey, wanna talk about it-”
“See?! There!” Dan jumped up, pushing out the chair from the table to stand up. “You were flirting with me right there, that’s right.”
Dan clapped his hands together, happy that he found an example to show him what he was talking about all this time. Sadly, in this period of sexual frustration, absolutely anything could be considered flirting. He had no idea he was pointing out just a good friend’s actions.
And yes, he did try ignoring the fact Phil could see his hard-on. (He really needed to get out more if this is all it takes to get him aroused.)
“D-Dan, uh-” He chuckled a little.
“Are you laughing right now, Phil Lester? This is the worst time to laugh.”
“Phil!” He exclaimed, as Phil was now giggling, and not planning on stopping anytime soon. “This is the worst thing to happen to our friendship by a long shot- Why the fuck are you laughing?”
As Phil began to calm down, he formed an answer that Dan wasn’t expecting at all.
“Dan,” He chuckled, “Are you into me?”
Dan froze in place. He didn’t know the answer to that one.
“Uh- I- W-Well- I am- N- Um?” Dan’s head was spinning.
Phil scoffed. “That’s a great answer.”
“Well excuse me for being kind of confused about my feelings for you. I’m honestly scared by how well your taking this.” He replied.
Phil shuffled around. They both stood in a comfortable silence of trying to figure out each other. The thoughts they were thinking, what they were thinking themselves…
“How about this- You can help me figure out my feelings for you, because at the moment, I have no idea,” Dan explained. It sounded stupid, but he had no other way to put it.
He considered it. “You know what? Let’s do it,” He said bravely, “But first, can you uh, deal with that?”