#I'm just ace though- well ace spike

[kiki-thekaktus]

[takes1]

omg if ur requests r still open… let me start off by saying i ate your tsukki series right up it scratched my needy loser itch SO WELL 😭😭 so much so im coming to you as a woman and begging you to do a needy oikawa scenario headcanon fic ANYTHING!!!! like i’d love a pathetic loser oikawa whos like perchance… crushing on one of the members of the girls team of seijoh…? 🫢

i’ll literally take anything u write atp that tsukki series was so fucking good that i literally put off studying for my finals to wait for ur updates instead 😭 i hope u know ur an excellent writer n wish u a very well day!!! 🤍🤍

god this request made my damn dayy!! ilysm. you're the best. i'm so glad you liked the tsukki series!! i've been waiting around for people start requesting! i love writing needy men, they're so dynamic

warnings. none. sfw, but hard-on mentioned so minors DNI info. hq fluff / yearning / needy!oikawa / loser!oikawa / volleyball team!reader / ace!reader / kind of popular!reader / oikawa getting hard talking to you / oikawa crushing / seijoh losing a match / iwa being a good friend / 1k words 🤍haikyuu collection. more of my hq here more links. my ao3 / masterlist / request box is open and empty, so give me some ideas pls!

"Come on, dumbass- the bus is here," Iwaizumi reached out to grab Oikawa's wrist to keep him from lingering any longer at the entrance to the gym floor.

"Give me two seconds," Oikawa spat. He swatted away his teammate's attempt to haul him from his vantage point.

Iwaizumi sucked his teeth and muttered something under his breath.

For once, Oikawa didn't pay it any mind. He had to see you spike. He had to watch you win.

The ball spun up, perfect and slow for your setter- his clammy hands clenched at the soaked number on his jersey. You leaped up for it. He froze that moment in time, your perfect form, perfect body, perfect force, all sculpted for this sport you both loved and dedicated yourselves to. It was a frame he could worship until the end of time.

You gave a brutal and strong slam, clean and cutthroat, that connected to the linoleum on the other side of the court.

"YEAAAAHHHHH!!"

The cries of the audience, your team, a double whistle, and the pounding of his own heart for you filled his ears. He couldn't hear the reinforcements Iwaizumi had sent to drag him away so they could leave.

It didn't matter now.

None of them were in the mood to entertain his sensitivities, since they hadn't had as much luck as you against Karasuno.

That being said, he wasn't the only one who was happy the girl's team had managed to make it. It made their group jogging back to catch the bus just a bit less out-of-sorts.

Though his plan was to speak to you first thing that next morning about the match, it never worked that way.

You were the epitome of untouchable, surrounded by many friends and always smiling at something they said to you- he couldn't stomach the possibility of you not smiling at him the same way.

But you were magnetic; as soon as he gave up on the line he prepared for you, he would watch your perfect smile light up the room and have a brand-new, better one.

Yet, a mere, "Hey," Was all he could manage on his best days when your teams switched for practice, between his own admirers never leaving him alone, and your always-occupied attention.

He wasn't enough to catch your eye.

That alone stumped him, because he never had a problem with this before you.

There was a noisy little songbird outside the window, right next to him on the other side of the glass, practically egging him on.

His gaze flitted from the bird over to your desk for the final, innumerable time that class. The heavy head in his hand tilted, studying the way you played with your hair, in hopes to replicate it.

God, if you were his, you would never have to worry about brushing it. He'd be at your beck and call, anything you needed, he would search Heaven and Earth for it.

He sighed through his nose, hand over his mouth.

There was a pain in his eyes.

You copied the last few pieces from the textbook to your notes and brushed away some eraser marks from your desk. A steady, cute, focus on your brow.

The bell rang for lunch.

A fluttering of wings and the bird he was watching was far away now, soaring through the partly cloudy sky. He turned back to you and his heart sank.

There were already guys at your desk congratulating you on your win.

You grinned and mentioned your team's hard work, casual and cool, and took your lunch out as they walked away.

He couldn't let himself be forgotten. With a bit too much enthusiasm he stood and his chair scraped the floor, loud.

Only a few people turned to look and you were thankfully not one of them.

No time to think-- just going for it, he belted out at the side of your desk,

"I saw you win the match."

What the fuck did he just say?

You glanced up at him. He didn't mean to say that, exactly. He should've just said congrats. His face filled with struggle.

"Oh!" You wiped your mouth, "Yeah, I saw you guys walking out, I wanted to talk to you!"

He stumbled over his words, unable to think clearly enough to take a second to breathe, "Y-eah, the bus- was there--."

"The girls watched you guys, too. I'm sorry about what happened."

His face was starting to get warm, and just his luck, two of his most common groupies were stalking you with dark looks at the door. He was fumbling so bad. Of course you watched him lose.

You looked down for a moment, "That was a tough match."

In doing so, you remembered that monster serve that made you jump out of your seat.

You giggled, "Oh man, but that serve of yours!!"

His chest puffed up, filled with a newfound pride that mended every lackluster attempt he ever had at getting your attention.

"That was so fucking cool!"

Heat crept up his neck, goosebumps all over his arms so bad he had to cross them. He was blushing ear to ear.

A choked sound preceded his uneven voice, "You saw that?"

"Y-eaaah, I mean," He was making it worse already, but you were grinning up at him. How could he not keep trying to impress you?

"-They're better way better at practice, ya know."

"Oh, yeah?" An unwanted, deep voice egged on from his side.

He jumped away from Iwaizumi, whom he made plans to meet with for lunch, now standing with his arms crossed and an unimpressed brow line.

You both shared an amicable wave before he slapped a broad hand on the back of Oikawa's neck to direct him away and let you eat in peace.

It was arguably in his best interest, but Oikawa scrambled out of his grip as soon as he was in the hallway, pissed that he was abducted just as it was getting good.

"The fuck?" He snapped, rubbing the hot spot just under his hairline.

Iwaizumi, not about to tolerate his attitude like he did yesterday, rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. He started walking towards their usual spot with a smirk that his friend couldn't see.

He called over his shoulder, "You should really tuck that, dude."

The few students in the hallway watched his back, some in amusement, some in carnal curiosity, as he panicked for a moment, faced a corner -beet red and muttering-, and did just so.

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[educatedsimps]

— bonus headcanons, iwaizumi hajime

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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: idea dump based on this iwa request (main fic) so this is basically just everything i wanted to put into the fic but i kinda lost the energy and the bandwidth to write everything up to the standard i wanted so now this exists HAHA hope u like this and tysm for reading! :)

headcanons under the cut!

You remember asking him once, "Hajime, why do you do that?"

And he replied "Do what?" with deadass the most confused look on his face.

"Kiss my wrists and palms all the time," You clarified.

"Oh," He stopped. "Yeah, why do I do that-"

ok so basically, Iwa finds the wrists a very delicate part of the body, and given his experience as a volleyball player, and the nature of his job, he takes extra special care of them.

he remembers his coaches always reminding him and his teammates not to injure their wrists during training, which translates to "YOU BETTER HAVE GOOD FORM WHILE SPIKING, SERVING AND SETTING, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

anyway, i think he started noticing wrists when he was in high school, especially since he was seijoh's ace and had to use his wrists a lot to spike. he probably injured his wrist(s) once and has always listened to his coaches ever since.

now that he's a professional volleyball trainer he makes sure that his athletes don't injure their wrists either.

so i think all of this adds to why he pays extra attention to your wrists especially.

bonus if your job requires you to use or rely on your wrists a lot, eg. musician (like me), athletes, surgeon, author, artist, etc... idk.

YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT HE DOESN'T GIVE THE BEST 👏 FKING 👏 MASSAGES 👏 ON EARTH 👏 and at the end of the massage he'll always kiss your hands and wrists and idk why but it just feels so chivalrous. like ofc it feels intimate when you hold his face in your hands and he plants kisses on your wrists/palms and but sometimes it just feels so chivalrous and gentlemanly ykwim?

OMG WHEN HE PROPOSES TO YOU like after he slides the ring onto your finger AND THEN KISSES YOUR WRIST/HAND AND IT FEELS LIKE YOUR HEART COULD EXPLODE 'cause i know mine would actually explode if he did that.

anyway some instances i thought of adding to the fic (but couldn't cuz i don't have the ability or capacity to write them out well) include:

waking up in the morning together or when you hold his face and kiss his forehead (these two are in the main fic linked above!)

when you're cuddling on the couch after a long day and just watching a show together or napping. if you're laying on him and touch his face he'll 100% kiss your wrists/palms

when he hugs you from behind and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair (like when you're cooking dinner together or something) and he'll pull your hand down to kiss your wrist

when you hug him with your arms around his neck and he catches your wrist before you pull away

when you shower together (SFW, DON'T WORRY) and you're facing each other and he's tilting his head / bending down while you wash his hair or massage his scalp and when you're done washing it he'll give your wrists a gentle kiss before returning the favour

BONUS: when he holds your face in his hands and you decide to give him a taste of his (very sweet) medicine. you’d twist your head to kiss his wrist and then his palm and he'd be BLUSHING because he's usually the one who does that AND HE'S SO CUTE he's like, "hey... you can't do that. i'm supposed to be the one doing that for you." while blushing and smiling and getting a lil shy and everything and HE'S JUST TOO CUTE FOR MY HEART 😭😭💕

a/n: ok that's all for the iwa brainrot ... i'm kidding, the iwa brainrot will never end. THANKS FOR READING THOUGH and thank you anon for sparking my two week long obsession with iwa once again

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[polo-drone-084]

The Golden Pups Practice

Grayden, the Head Mascot of the Golden Army, had an interesting task ahead of him. It was one he hadn't tried before. Pup Handler 049 was out for the week, dealing with some other obligations. He had to watch over the occasionally unruly Golden & Polo Pups.

Grayden, was one of the pups as well, when he wasn't in charge. He remembered before Handler 049 left he said, "Vysor be a good bouieee and watch the pack for me while I'm busy."

Vysor (Grayden) couldn't deny a request from Handler 049, especially after he called him a good bouieees (good boy).

Grayden called a pack meeting with the other nine current pups in the pack. He wanted to get them ready for the upcoming Hockey match against the Pachy Pack. Unfortunately since it was an away game the pups couldn't be out being their overly energetic selves in the stadium. They could sit and cheer with Captain Brody and Handler 049 if they were good, well behaved pups but they wouldn't be able to get up to their normal antics during games. Doing things like licking willing fans faces, distributing Golden Army merch, and running around the stadium being silly.

Grayden knew a few pup members had other important roles during the Hockey match.

Chevy, Rocky (Herc/Scott), Max (Matthew), Ace (Leander), Buzz (Maximus), Spike (Trevor), and himself were all pups in the pack who would have be non pups for the match. Leaving Luky (Carlos), Milo (Alex), and Kai (Grant) on the sidelines if they weren't drafted to the Hockey team's reserve lines.

Grayden stood before the pups, "Pups, I know you prefer playing with balls and bones. Today though we're going to play with sticks and pucks. You're going to help make sure we do our best on Friday. We have a rival pack to beat. But they aren't fun pups, they're stinky elephants."

Growls could be heard from Ace (Leander) and Rocky (Herc/Scott), both had strong feelings about their opponents. Grayden did as well, but he didn't show it.

"Okay pups get changed and meet me back here in 30 minutes. We're going to make sure Chevy, Rocky, Max, and Vysor work on their teamwork and shots for the match as good hockey pups. You other pups are gonna help too."

The pups practiced for hours, for some reason most of them wanted to be shirtless during practice. Some of their bodies even had a golden glow to them, likely due to the Golden God influence seeping out through a determined Grayden, Herc, and Chevy.

Each pup practiced their shots, passes, blocks, and more. Grayden was quite pleased at how well behaved and determined the pups were. They may not be able to be pups during the match, unless they were well behaved on the sidelines, but Grayden knew the pack's bond grew with that practice.

He also knew Herc, Chevy, Max, and himself would do their best to make their fellow packmates proud during the match. But Leander (Pup Ace), Maximus (Pup Buzz), and Trevor (Pup Spike) would be busy being the costumed mascots and head waterboy during the match. Their cheers and support would be helping to boost the team to victory. Alex (Pup Milo) also knew how to cheer on the crowd and he knew Luky (Carlos) and Pup Kai (Grant) would be cheering for them as well. Grayden knew the pack would make him and Handler 049 proud.

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Author's Note:

Just to clarify who everyone is

PDU-084/Grayden is also Pup Vysor.

Herc @goldenherc9 is Pup Rocky

Chevy @chevy-gold is Pup Chevy

Matthew @matthewgold-32 is Pup Max

Maximus/PDU-070 @polo-drone-070 is also Pup Buzz

Trevor @trevorgold52 is also Pup Spike

Leander @leander-gold-88 is Pup Ace

Alex/PDU-151 @polo-drone-151 is Pup Milo

Carlos @lukypuppy is Pup Luky

Grant @grant-gold43 is Pup Kai

Handler PDU-049/Ambrose @polo-drone-049

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Do you also want to be a good Golden pup? Or maybe just join our Hockey team or the team, in general?

Join the Golden Army by contacting one of our recruiters, @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Cassette Tape

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: the story of a gifted cassette tape over the course of you and Dean's relationship

Warning: fluff/angst, talk of character death, heartbreak, season 3/4 references

A/N: this is a Christmas fic like Die Hard is a Christmas movie

2006

Not long ago you had met the Winchesters through Bobby and helped them out on a one or two hunts. Right off the bat, you made a good team. You and Sam were starting to hit it off, sharing an interest in supernatural lore and serial killers. You and Dean... eh not so much. You were caught somewhere between hating and loving his give 'em hell attitude.

After the impala got totalled by that demon, Dean had spent weeks fixing her in Bobby's shop. You had made him promise that once he got her running again, that he would take you for a drive. What could you say, you had an appreciation for beautiful cars.

Now that he had rebuilt her to all her former glory, you, him and Sam had set out on the back roads of South Dakota. Dean had stopped at a gas station to top off the tank. While he filled up and Sam went in to get a drink, you leaned over the front seat and rummaged through his box of cassettes. Led Zeppelin. Ozzy Osbourne. Styx. AC/DC.

"You have good taste in music," you commented as him and Sam got back in the car.

"Thanks," he gave a proud smile "pick what you want to hear," he said motioning to the box.

At this comment Sam gave Dean a look somewhere between offense and confusion. You didn't know Dean well enough to know that he never let anyone pick the music. Even though you were choosing from his music, it was still odd. Sam just shook his head and chose not to say anything. From the box, you picked out a cassette and handed it to him to put in the tape player.

"Good choice," he said, when he recognized which album it was.

You smiled and sat back in the seat, air drumming to the beat.

2008

What better way to spend Christmas than to help the Winchesters hunt a pagan god? That's sarcasm, you would much rather be in a warmer state than Michigan, but they had called you for intel and you happened to be not far away. It's a good thing you came, because they were chasing false leads and managed to get themselves tied to a chair.

After offing the murderous Hallmark Christmas couple, you were going to go back and spend Christmas with Bobby. That was until Sam had offhandedly mentioned that Dean wanted to have a real Christmas this year, as it might be his last. Your chest ached at the thought. You hated that he made that stupid deal. As much of a pain in your ass as Dean was, him and Sam had become some of the only friends you had.

You called Bobby and he agreed that you should stay. You made the decision then that you were going to help Sam scrape together the best Christmas you possibly could, whether Sam liked it or not. Funds and resources were limited, but you thought you did pretty good with what you found at the gas station. You weren't going to mention the decorations you had stolen from someone's front lawn... or the poor excuse for a tree Sam had cut down.

It was all worth it to see the look on Dean's face when he came back from picking up take-out. When he walked through the motel room door, his eyes lit up.

"What made you change your mind?" He asked Sam.

Sam glanced at you and looked down, not wanting to answer the question, so you changed the subject.

"Here, try the eggnog," you said, handing Dean a glass.

He took a sip and made a face from the significant amount of alcohol you had spiked it with.

"We good?" You asked with a teasing smile.

"Yeah we're good," he coughed. "Hey I thought you were leaving, why are you still here?"

Now it was your turn to not want to answer the question. "Bobby said a snowstorm was headed his way, so it was best I just stay here." Total complete lie.

"Well I'm glad you stuck around... First things first," he said setting the bag of food he had gotten on the coffee table and pulling out the presents he had gotten for Sam from the gas station.

"Great minds think alike Dean," Sam responded, pulling out his presents he had also picked up from the gas station.

Sam had gotten him a quart of oil for the car and his favorite candy bar. You had picked out a nice (as nice as you could get at a gas station) bottle of bourbon.

"These are awesome, thanks," Dean said with a bright smile. He glanced at you before getting up and grabbing his keys. "One second," he said holding up a finger to you, before disappearing out the door.

You and Sam shared a look of confusion. Dean returned seconds later holding a small item in his hand.

"Here." He handed the item to you. It was the cassette you had picked out to play that day in the car. "It's yours." He looked down and shifted awkwardly. "Also any other tapes you want you can have." You knew what was going through his head: I won't be using them soon.

"Thank you, you know I'll play the hell out of it." You put it in your jacket pocket and tried not to think about the time when you would be listening to it without him.

May 2009

Dean was gone. And you had fallen in love with him. What better time to realize you're in love with someone, than after they get dragged to hell and now you can't get out of bed anymore. Just your luck I guess.

Since he died, you've been staying at Bobby's and trying not to think about anything. Eventually you decided to get off the bench, get back in the game and start hunting again. Now you're sitting in your car, waiting out the horrible rainstorm you had gotten caught in on the way to the town where the case was. To pass the time and drown out the sound of your own thoughts, you pop in Dean's cassette. Laying back in the seat, like so many nights lately, you cry yourself to sleep.

August 2009

Somehow, by some miracle literally, Dean Winchester was alive and breathing. You could hardly wrap your head around it. It should be impossible, but hey, you had a knack for the impossible.

You, Dean and Bobby were now driving to go find Sam so you could tell him that Dean was alive. While you drove, Dean sat in the passenger seat looking a little zoned out. Not that you could blame him, if you suddenly got pulled out of hell, you'd be reeling too.

To pull him out of his thoughts a little, you turned on some music. The first thing that played was the tape that was in the player, the one Dean had given you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a small smile grace his lips as he recognized the song.

"This the one I gave you?" he asked.

You nodded. "Yeah, I guess you'll need it back now," you answered with a smile. You were more than happy to return Dean's cassettes. He was alive and that's all that mattered.

"I gave it to you, sweetheart. Me being back doesn't change that."

It amazed you. Him saying that was proof to you that, despite going through literal hell, his caring, giving heart was still intact. If anyone had an excuse to be cold and selfish it was him. Yet the more you got to know him, the more he shocked you with how loving he was. Your heart clenched with the weight of emotion you carried for him. Though now certainly wasn't the time to go admitting any feelings. He had enough to process as is. So instead you just smile at him and he looks at you like you're the first beautiful thing he's seen in a long time.

"Alright enough you two, you're makin' me sick," Bobby chastised from the back seat.

You just laughed and turned up the music.

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 3/?)

(Sorry! I know it's a day late but yesterday was my family's Thanksgiving so I didn't have time to write sadly. but I got this chapter out today so hopefully it is alright lol)

32 ac Dragonstone 

Rhaella's pov

Me and Rhaena stand side by side as we watch two dragons feast upon horses, pigs, and what seems to be a squid but I can't be sure. We've both been desperate for a dragon, we both have been feeling a pull at our souls for far too long to ignore.

“How do we do this? Especially while wearing such unfit clothes?” Rhaena asks, turning to look at me and our outfits. 

I'm wearing a light blue dress with silver embroidered flowers and dragons along the sleeves, neckline, and hem of my dress. And of course, the necklace Uncle Maegor gave me for my nameday all those years ago.

And she is wearing a lovely dark navy dress with silver embroidery of dragons and stars along the sleeves, neckline and hem of her dress. 

Mama gave them to us only a week prior as a set stating. “You two are so close, you may as well match every once and a while.” 

And to be fair she's not wrong, we both have many ‘friends’, mostly ladies whose fathers wish to get a in with the royal family. But no matter how much gossip, walks in the gardens, or some other mundane activity they bring me or Rhaena's way, we would both pick to play and explore with each other. She truly is my best friend in this whole world. 

“I mean we don't have to fly on them, we just have to claim them, the flying part is more of a special thing to add on. Plus yours isn't nearly large enough to be saddled and ridden yet.” I say pointing to the blue dragon Rhaena had had her eyes on, it is no larger than a horse it would take at least two more years before she could fly upon the beast. 

“Yeah I know that, but you want Meraxes, she is the size of mountains. She could swallow you, me, and my little dragon to be in one fell swoop! So we need a plan, at least for your future dragon.” She says pointing towards Meraxes.

I think for a moment trying to figure out how we can achieve our goal and not be jerky for the dragons this afternoon. I then notice the distance between the dragons, because of Meraxes size compared to the wild blue dragon, it made me believe they were closer than they actually are. 

“There is no need, you go to your dragon, and I'll go to mine.” I say confidently starting to wake down the hill we were watching the two dragons from. That is until Rhaena pulls me back looking scared 

“What if I forget the words? What if you forget the words? What if we both do and we're both fried? What if even though we do everything right they still don't choose us?” She rambles off in such quick succession it is near impossible to understand what she is saying.

“Calm down, Rhaena,” I say gripping her shoulders, making her look me in the eyes trying to calm her down. “Where is my fearless little sister? Surely my little sister will face a dragon. I mean you are the one who pranks grandsire and great aunt Visenya, if you can prank them I think…no, I know you can claim a dragon.” I say which seems to calm her. 

I know I got through to her when I see that fire and mischievous look come back to her eyes replacing the cold and fearfulness that used to be there.

“Alright, let's do this.” Rhaena says before practically running down the halls towards her gorgeous blue dragon. 

Looking at the dragon from this viewing point and not the far distance I usually do, I can see why it has caught Rhaena's attention. It is a beautiful baby blue with silver accents and white spikes and membrane. When its scales are caught in the light of the sun it makes a breathtaking shimmer that appears as if the stars are made by this dragon, and this dragon alone.

My attention is quickly turned though by the colossal that is known as Meraxes by her growl that seems to either shake the ground, terrifies me to the point my knees are knocking together, or both…most likely both. 

I feel as if my very soul is vibrating when looking at the white and gold beast, her scales appear to shift between white and deep silver depending where the light catches them, but her spikes, horns and membrane are gold just like the molten gold of her eyes. She is a gorgeous dragon, one I know will be mine.

I walk closer to her taking slow and calm steps trying not to startle her. The thought rises a giggle from me, for why would this beast large enough to be mistaken as a mountain be frightened by me a little girl of only ten? 

I'm now right in front of Meraxes feeling the warmth of her breath against me, I'm so close with each breath she takes my hair is either pushed into my face or blown past my shoulders. I thought I would feel panic when I came this close to her, but instead I feel a wonderful calmness, a warm and kind feeling, the feeling of being whole. 

I feel her nuzzle against my chest, she is obviously trying to be gentle but when you’re the size she is well it’s quite hard to be gentle. I finally decide to reach out when she starts to purr against my chest. I feel the warmth of her scales, they are smooth with only a bump here or there from her war days. 

I can’t fight the smile that comes to my face at the very thought that I have a dragon. 

I'm startled out of my musing when I hear a cheerful squeal. I quickly turn and see Rhaena doing a happy dance which consists of her jumping and fist-bumping the air. 

“I GOT A DRAGON!” She screams excitedly as her blue beast watches, and I swear is dancing in joy with her if the sway and tail swishes are any indicator.

I start walking towards Rhaena when she starts running over to me and Meraxes. Though I think the dragon wouldn't hurt my little sister, as she probably feels the bond I have with Rhaena, I would rather be safe than sorry. 

Rhaena stops and gives me that mischievous grin of hers before saying cheekily. “So is it fair to assume you tamed that mountain you call a dragon, or am I to wait a bit longer for the flames to leave her maw?” 

I can't help but roll my eyes and giggle, for Rhaena truly is just a cheeky thing always ready with a joke. 

“Yes, I succeeded as well, though I don't know if I want to take her for a fly yet.” I say looking behind me to watch as Meraxes eyes Rhaena curiously.

When I turn back I find Rhaena pouting with her infamous puppy dog eyes. I already know what she's going to ask me before she even asks it.

“Please! Oh please can we fly back to the castle?” 

I sigh looking back at Meraxes trying to decide if I'll give in or not. When I turn back I find I can't give one, for Rhaena knows I know the commands for she and I both take the same classes with the Dragonkeepers. 

Finally, with a groan I nod and start walking towards Meraxes. I know I made the right choice when I hear Rhaena's happy chatter as she talks to her dragon about how she will need to follow us.

I stop and look at the ropes wondering how intact they are after all these years without use and being worn down by the weather upon Dragonstone. But with one touch I can feel their intact and could hold both me and Rhaena easily.

“You go first, I'll be right behind you in case you slip.” I say moving to the side so she can climb up.

She only nods before starting her climb with me quickly following behind her. I feel the burn of the ropes as I pull myself up, it feels as if no time passed from the time my feet were on the ground and I was sitting upon the saddle. 

I try and catch my breath before turning to Rhaena to ask if she is secure. When she nods excitedly wrapping her arms around me I quickly turn around commanding Meraxes to take to the skies.

“Sōvegon!” 

Me and Rhaena scream in delight as Meraxes runs towards the cliff edge before leaping off and extending her wings. When we're in the sky I feel this immediate calmness that comes through me. 

“Look, mine is following us! She listened!” Rhaena says excitedly as she points to her dragon trying its best to keep up with us. 

I smile, nodding, and look forward again, noticing we’re almost to the castle. I search for a spot large enough for Meraxes to land, it takes a bit of time but I find one close enough to the castle that we won’t have to walk far. I barely make out the shapes of Father, Mother, Grandsire and Uncle Maegor as we land. 

They all start running towards us as we slid down Meraxes extended wing. Mother is the first to reach us grabbing both of us by the shoulders and checking for injuries.

“Are you alright? Neither of you are hurt?” She asks before kissing our brows and hugging us close. 

“We’re alright Mother, we both claimed dragons.” I say hugging her back and taking in her scent of oranges and cinnamon. 

“Yes, we can see that, Darlings.” Father says from behind Mother marveling at the sheer size and beauty of Meraxes before turning to Rhaena’s dragon. “Though I do believe that one is wild.” 

Rhaena giggles running over to Father with a smile that could outshine the very sun. “I’m gonna call her Dreamfyre because her scales look like stars when the sun catches them.” 

I’m soon distracted when Mother walks over to the now curious Aegon stopping him from rushing towards the dragons. I turn to search for the one face I was hoping to see after claiming a dragon and it doesn’t take me long to find him as he is already moving towards me. 

“You claimed Meraxes, you have a dragon.” He says with a smile, but for some reason, it seems pinched, forced like he isn’t truly happy. 

Instead of trying to find out why he is upset I decide to answer. “Yes, isn’t she lovely, Kepus?” 

He only hums looking anywhere but me. This confuses me, he has always said I’d claim a dragon one day, that he would be so proud of me when I do, but he doesn’t seem proud he seems angry. 

I get no time to inquire about this strange behavior as his wife comes walking out asking questions about dragons and such. I feel the same ugly feeling I always do when she is with Kepus, the one I never get rid of no matter how hard I try. So instead I turn to pet Meraxes along her jaw missing the way my uncle turns to me with a proud smile that finally showed once he pushed through his jealousy.

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The Rogue and Gambit Project: Previously On X-Men... Gambit

It's time to talk about Gambit! The nice thing about Gambit is that he was, at the time, a relatively new character, having only been around in the comics for about a year. Which means there is way less to cover! Boy, are we going to have to deal with some questionable art, though.

The Basics:

Name: Remy Etienne* LeBeau

*Okay, so, this is the funny thing about the name Etienne. Apparently, it started out as fanlore, and - as so many things that happen in fandom - gained popularity as fanon from a particularly well known piece of fanfiction from way back when. I believe it's actually been used in canon at this point. It is on Marvel.com - which is the official site. I'll keep a look out for it to show up.

Also, in case you didn't know (and I'm sure you did), Le Beau is French for The Beautiful.

Backstory: Just like Rogue, Gambit's backstory is shrouded in mystery. He's a thief. He's from New Orleans. He's Cajun. That's all your getting for now. Don't worry, we'll peel back the layers. ;)

Power Set (via uncannyxmen.net):  interkinetic power allows him to produce bio-kinetic energy within his body and use it to convert any inorganic object's potential energy into kinetic energy on contact, making the object highly volatile and explosive on contact, internal energy also grants him heightened agility and creates static interference that shields his mind from detection

I should also give the obligatory comment of - these powers are toned down from his full abilities because of /reasons/ which we'll get to eventually. He had Mr. Sinister give him a lobotomy and, we've all been suffering the consequences sense.

Alright, let's dig into Gambit's pre-Rogue run...

Uncanny X-Men 266-267

Uncanny X-Men #266

I have to start by appreciating the fact that Gambit is a thief who wears bright pink and metal boots. It's a bold look.

Anyway, the funny thing about Gambit is that the character he turned out to be ended up being a lot different from creator Chris Claremont's initial ideas. Apparently, he was supposed to be, ultimately, a villain and, while he was supposed to be a love interest for one of our characters, it wasn't Rogue, it was... Kitty Pryde. He was also supposed to be a Mr. Sinister creation and a third summers brother. Yeah, I'm kind of glad Claremont left before any of this stuff really came to fruition.

Also, I once read that Claremont claim that original artist Mike Collins made Gambit too pretty. Which is funny, because ngl, I really am not a fan of the look in his debut, and it will be a while before he really earns his name.

Uncanny X-Men #266

I also want to note that Gambit's powers were a little different back then. He didn't have playing cards yet, and instead used metal spikes as throwing devices. The powers were designated in green. And were charged from his eyes. Also, interesting to note - his eyes aren't red on black yet, either.

There's also 'hypnotic charm' thing that was kinda used in the early appearances. He does use it in his first appearance to tame some of the Shadow King's Hounds.

Uncanny X-Men #266

He's gonna be calling her 'Stormy' for years. She's gonna love it. ;) (Btw - he calls her Stormy 4 times in this issue alone.)

Okay, so... Gambit shows up, crossing paths with Storm at a mansion of some rich person. Storm is de-aged (for... reasons) and is running from the Shadow King and his minions. He's busy stealing art from the rich dude (who apparently is not home and has no security, lol).

And thus, one of my favorite comic book friendships is born. And really, this first appearance is a lot of fun as Gambit and Storm play off each other's strengths to get away from the Shadow King.

Uncanny X-Men 267

Jim Lee is going to add some of Gambit's more iconic features -- such as throwing playing cards (Gambit's Ace of Spades shows up in this next issue) and using some kind of staff (hilariously, it's a broom in this issue).

Storm and Gambit's adventures continue. He takes her to New Orleans for a while so she can recover from the Shadow King. They go thieving -- playing Robin Hood -- stealing from rich people because they can. And then the Orphan Maker comes along, who makes Storm a teenager? (Idk - the whole thing is weird - she'll become her real age again in the next story arc.)

Uncanny X-Men #267

And then Storm is like, hey, I have a crazy idea....

Uncanny X-Men Annual #14

Fun fact: Because of release dates and such, Uncanny X-Men #266 wasn't the first comic released to have Gambit in it. The Annual technically came out first, though it clearly takes place after Uncanny 266-267. But this is the first time we see Gambit among the X-Men team. Not that he does anything remotely interesting during this whole thing. He doesn't even speak, kind of hides awkwardly in the background.

X-Tinction Agenda (Uncanny X-Men #270-272; X-Factor & New Mutants)

Uncanny X-Men #270

Welcome to the X-Men, Gambit! Hope you survive the experience!

He's in the credit roll now, must be official. ;)

Gambit joins the team just as the mega X-tinction Agenda crossover starts. (Uncanny X-Men joins New Mutants and X-Factor for this one) And, I'll be honest, this isn't one of my favorite crossovers. The whole thing revolves around the nation of Genosha, how they're using mutants for slaves, and how all the teams come together to change the status quo. And of course, mutants get capture and tortured and a few killed. Fwiw X-Men: The Animated Series did do this storyline.

Uncanny X-Men #270

Gambit and Cable don't (won't) get to cross paths very often, so I found this an interesting panel. Anyway... Gambit really has very little to do during this crossover. When Storm gets captured, he is really concerned for her (as he considers her his partner at the moment) but he's not really vibe-ing the whole team dynamic yet.

Uncanny X-Men #272

This is arguably the coolest thing Gambit's done as of yet. Dude pulls a spike out of his leg to use as a lockpick and gets himself rescued. I'm glad they give him this, because, again, for the most part he's just kinda hanging around in the background not doing much.

I will say - he and Jubilee get to cross paths, which is going to be a source of fun in the next arc.

Space Shenanigans (Uncanny X-Men 273-277)

Uncanny X-Men 273

Some of my favorite issues are when the team is regrouping. Post- X-Tinction Agenda, it's clear that things in the X-Office were changing. Claremont is at this point sort of being pushed out, while Jim Lee and Co are becoming more the driving force behind the books. On panel, the teams are kind of merging. X-Factor's first era is drawing to a close, and the X-Men are resolidifying after being in flux for so long.

We're about to get a Space Soap Opera, as Claremont so dearly loves, but this issue is a bit of a breather between the arcs. And we get this bit of tension between Storm and Gambit - where Gambit is ready to move on, but Storm is back on solid footing again. They don't explicitly state why Gambit sticks around, but he definitely does...

Uncanny X-Men 273

I swear, this is Chris Claremont's favorite joke. He's used it before this moment, and he'll do it again. It's impactful the first time, but it does get old the more Claremont does it. However, we get the first highlight of the dynamic between Gambit and Wolverine -- which will be antagonistic for a while, but is fascinating.

Uncanny X-Men #274

Doesn't Gambit look sexy in his yellow team uniform?? ;)

Btw - as I mentioned earlier, this is the first issue Gambit and Rogue appear in together. Though they be miles and miles and miles apart.

Uncanny X-Men #275

The whole crux of this arc, that I've been kind of ignoring, involves Xavier being brainwashed in space (or something) and of course the X-Men get involved in space politics (again). Honestly, space stories are Claremont's favorite trope, so it doesn't surprise me that the end of his run are filled with a couple of them.

Anyway -- if there's one person impervious to Gambit's charms - it's Jubilee. They get to hang out a lot during this arc, and it's really delightful since they team up to kind of figure out what is going on with Xavier acting weird and all the odd space kool-aide people are drinking.

Uncanny X-Men #277

I actually really like this cover. Gambit's got a sword and a spear! Plus, he looks like his 90s cool self now. The blue and yellow uniform doesn't suit him AT. ALL. But we don't have to deal with it too much longer...

Uncanny X-Men #277

See... I told you Claremont was gonna do this again, lol.

Uncanny X-Men #277

The nice thing about this whole space arc is that Gambit really gets to come into his own. He now looks cool (note the red eyes are here!). He's doing fun stuff. He's taking on Wolverine and holding his own. He's being smart and tactical and an asset. They've paired him with some great X-Men to start off with, and it's paying off.

Meanwhile, we don't really know much about him. As many of the other characters state, his background is shrouded in mystery... (whether you like what it actually is can be debated as we get to it). But for now, he's intriguing as a new comer.

And this is where we're at as two story lines come crashing together and our two romantic leads get to meet for the first time.... off panel.

But I'll get more into that next time when I discuss... The Muir Island Saga!

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I think one of Haikyuu's greatest strengths as a sports animanga is how well they portray the passion and love that each player could have for their position.

We meet Hinata, who wants to be a Spiker, an Ace - what a cool title!!! The position that scores the most points!!! Asahi and Tanaka are both strong spikers and they're direct lines of offense, they're the ones the audience watches for those big WOAH moments.

And then we meet Kageyama, who is so passionate about being a Setter - the team's control tower!! The one who can draw out those amazing spikes is the setter after all, he's the one who watches and analyses things the most closely, the one who can best understand the other players. Kenma, Oikawa, Suga, all of them have their own way of strategizing and drawing on their team's power and boosting them.

And THEN we meet Nishinoya and HOLY SHIT - the whole game is impossible if the ball doesn't connect. He's the one covering them, the reason they can fight freely is because they can rely on someone to pick up the slack and correct mistakes. A strong receive is the team's lifeblood - just look at Nekoma, look at Daichi, how cool is it to be able to keep the ball in play no matter what.

And Hinata doesn't end up being a Spiker - he's a Middle Blocker, and at first it might seem less cool but then we meet Dateko, and they're such a threat just off of their blocks alone, holy shit, "The Iron Wall"!!! Being able to shut out even the strongest, most complicated play, to stop the games momentum in its tracks... That's what Tsukishima ends up excelling at, eventually, and THERE'S where his smarts can come in, even if he isn't good with people the composure to calmly watch the plays and stop them in their tracks is thrilling.

And then there's serving - first with Kageyama we're hinted at how powerful a good serve is, and then we see how terrifying Oikawa can be with it. "The Ultimate Play would be one where 25 points were scored with just the serve" - because you don't even give your opponent the chance to fight! And if you do it right, it isn't even about power or speed!! A little bit of technique with it is all Yamaguchi needed to become a strong asset, and a Pinch Server can turn the entire course of the game around with just a few plays!

I don't know. I guess maybe it's because I played volleyball too, but seeing this genuine... Not even just respect, this REVERENCE for each and every role a person can fill - seeing why these characters love the game, how it helps bring out their strengths, how every person with every build and every skill level can not only contribute something but GENUINELY LOVE their contributions... It's just amazing. It makes you so genuinely invested in them, their plays, it makes your heart pump because you understand why THEY'RE so thrilled so intimately.

I'm. Gonna get emotional and sentimental under the cut.

When I was a player - we were a small local team, we never played official games, we weren't even any good and almost none of the players took it seriously, but - I practiced the hell out of my receives. I wasn't the best at it on the team and I didn't really want to be libero either - but I was solid enough to do it with some amount of confidence. I couldn't serve for shit, and my spikes were weak (though I apparently had great timing). I was too short to block effectively, and right as I started practicing my tosses the team disbanded.

But I was solid at receives. I had that going for me.

And in one of the only practice matches we ever played - they had a strong server. Nothing supernatural, just a lot of power.

Two failed receives by my teammates later, it came at me.

I remember it so vividly - steadying my body, crouching, the way my arms pressed together. The ball hitting my arms with enough force to send me reeling back. But it went up, clearly, well enough for a clean toss to follow. I don't even remember if we scored that point - I think we did.

I stood there for a moment, stunned. I stared ahead. My arms were stinging and my heart was beating so hard that I barely noticed our captain running over and slapping me on the back and calling my name.

I don't know. It's not really anything special - it's not like I'll have an opportunity to play it again outside of maybe (and that's a hefty maybe, I don't even know 11 people, let alone 11 people I could convince to play with me) just fucking around with friends. It's not like it was an official match. It's not like our team was good. It's not like we even won.

It was one point in one game years ago with people I never want to talk to again (for external reasons).

But I. Did that.

I didn't have much going for me as a child, I guess, and that's the first vivid memory I have of actually doing something SO right.

I didn't even spike it. It was just a receive.

It felt so fucking good.

I played volleyball, too.

Haikyuu is so fucking good at capturing that exact feeling, you guys.

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This is more for my own reference, but like here's my outline/ general facts for my OC Minx and what I imagine as her story arc if I ever do something with it:

-born the youngest of the main 6's kids. Aside from Cheesecake, I've designed 2 Appledash kids who I'll try to post eventually I see Twi as ace, so she never has kids, and Rarity...maybe I'm deciding. I like Rarity with AJ and with Fluttershy so she might join a polycule lol.

-doesn't have full powers when she's little, but still pretty powerful even compared to some adult ponies. Hypnotism especially is as natural to her as walking.

-communicates through sign language which she learns around the age of 3. Discord teaches it to her, as well as teaching Fluttershy and the rest of the main six what the signs mean, even if they can't return it. Spike learns as well, and it gets him a lot of babysitting duty since they can communicate better, as he also has hands. He likes Minx alright but he's not thrilled by the position.

-aside from lil Cheese, doesn't really make many friends when she's little. Aj and Rainbows kids (Zap and Spiced Apple) don't take to her, and the adults don't try to force it. Though AJ especially tends to scold the kids if they drift into just being mean territory.

-Adults and other kids in general tent to think she's scary. They might play nice for Fluttershy's sake or for fear of Discord, but she's always kept at arms length by other ponies.

-Minx ends up having mostly animals as friends, which if she minds, she doesn't say so. Plus Cheesecake likes her, and they're besties. She sees him like an older brother.

-Has a lot of trouble when she starts school, thanks to her needing accommodation to communicate. Discord gets her first teacher fired after finding out she's not being accommodated.

-If it's not obvious already, Minx is autistic.

-When she gets around middle school age, Twilight offers to make her a personal student. This is for a lot of reasons, to round out her magical education, to offer her better accommodations, but also to hopefully help her make more friends.

-She accepts. Twilight is her favorite Auntie after all, and she adores her. Plus aside from lil Cheese, she doesn't have much to miss at home. (Discord's powers mean Fluttershy and him are always available to see her, and it's easy for her to come home to see the animals too.)

-Minx very slowly starts to use words more often as she gets into her teenage years. Not always, but being in an environment where she's less stigmatized really helps her feel relaxed enough to try on her own terms.

-Spiced Apple, who I'll elaborate more on eventually, is AJ & RD's youngest daughter, and didn't like Minx when they were little. She's a bit of a spitfire, and is very mouthy. Often in trouble for it.

-When Minx moved away for schooling, she didn't care. But when Minx came home to visit, and she was dragged along by her moms to see her and the rest of the 6 and kids, she develops a huge crush.

-Minx is oblivious when Spiced develops a crush on her. Spiced is regretting every moment of her life until now she's down so bad. Minx doesn't know why Spiced suddenly wants to hang out so much. The adults are amused.

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"Did you just... take a photo of me? What do you want an autograph with that?"

Kōtarō Bokuto x Yearbook!fem!reader part: 1

Fluff, Fluff, and wait is it?... MORE FLUFF

Click here for part 2!

summary: With only two weeks to perfect the volleyball page for the yearbook, the pressure is on. But when you meet Kōtarō Bokuto, the charismatic outside hitter/wing spiker, things take an unexpected turn. He’s not just aiming for the spotlight—he wants to be the star of the cover. As deadlines loom, will you and Bokuto ace this project… or will sparks fly in more ways than one?

WEEK 1

It was a typical, chaotic Saturday when you found yourself standing in front of the volleyball team, camera in hand, mentally preparing for what would be one of the most demanding weeks of your high school career. The yearbook deadline was closing in fast, and it was your job to capture the essence of the team—their victories, their moments, their spirit. But nothing could prepare you for the whirlwind of energy that was Kōtarō Bokuto.

You had never spoken to him before, but you knew of him. Everyone did. He wasn't just the ace of the volleyball team—he was a walking headline. The kind of guy you could hear before you saw. his voice carrying through the halls with an energy that could liven up even the dullest of school days. Even though he can be a bit much sometimes. some found him exhausting. Others found him hilarious. Ether way, Bokuto was a name that carried weight in your school, and now, he was about to be the center of your project.

Stepping into the gym felt like entering another world. The rhythmic squeak of sneakers against polished floors echoed through the space, blending with the sharp sounds of the ball being passed back and forth. The air was thick with the scent of sweat (which, honestly, wasn't the most pleasant part of the job).

You adjusted your camera strap and approached the team's manager, exchanging a few words before getting to work. Snapping shots of drills, quick plays, and mid-air spikes, you carefully documented every moment, occasionally pausing to jot down notes from the coach. At one point, he mentioned the upcoming away games, offering you a ride on the team bus if you needed it. Since you didn't exactly have a ride lined up, you agreed without hesitation.

Just as you finished scribbling down game dates, something caught your eyes—a flash of movement, powerful and precise. You instinctively lifted your camera, squatting slightly to get the best angle. The moment froze in your frame. A tall figure launched into the air, his form sharp against the gym lights. Messy dark and silver hair and an effortless grin left him as the undeniable focal point.

You exhaled, mesmerized by the image on your screen.

A shadow loomed over you.

"Did you just... take a photo of me?"

Startled, you looked up—straight into the golden eyes of none other than Bokuto himself. He leaned in slightly, a smug grin stretching across his face.

"What?" His grin widened. "You want an autograph with that?"

"Uh, yes and no" you stammered, trying to shake off the initial shock. "I'm, uh doing the photos for the volleyball section in the yearbook. Capturing the team's spirit and all that." You gestured vaguely at the practice happening around you.

Boluto's eyes lit up at the mention of the yearbook. He straightened up, his already impressive height seeming to grow by the second.

"The yearbook, huh?" He grinned even wider, clearly excited. "Well, you know, l'm basically the star of this team, right? l mean, who else would be the front page material? You have to put me on the cover. l'll even give you an exclusive shot!"

You blinked. unsure whether he was joking or completely serious, but from the confident look in his eyes, you had a feeling this was all too real for him.

"Wha—? The cover?" you repeated, still processing. "But the yearbook isn't just about one player, it's about the whole team."

"Yeah, yeah, l get that!" Bokuto waved a hand dismissively, clearly not bothered by the concept of teamwork. "But come on, who wouldn't want a shot of me slamming a spike on the cover? I'm practically made for it! Look at this face!" He pointed to his own grin, which only seemed to grow wider with every word.

You couldn't help but laugh at his over-the-top enthusiasm. "You really want to be the star of the page, huh?"

"Of course! l mean, the whole team is great, but l'm the one who makes things exciting, don't you think?" He puffed out his chest, striking what could only be described as a ridiculous pose. "The ace, the big shot, the one everyone's watching. It's practically destiny."

You bit back a smile. Honestly, it was hard to argue with him. His energy was contagious, and even though he was obviously full of himself, there was something endearing about his excitement.

"Well, l guess l could try to get a few more shots of you, then," you said, still laughing. "But no promises about the cover. It's not just about one person, after all."

"Ah, come on! You know it'll be perfect," he insisted, his tone playful. "How about we take a few exclusive action shots? You won't regret it."

Before you could respond, Bokuto was already getting back into position on the court, waving to his teammates to set up a play just for you. You raised an eyebrow, amused by his complete lack of modesty, but you raised your camera anyway, preparing for the show.

After Bokuto declared himself the inevitable star of the yearbook page, he made it his personal mission to make sure you got "only the best" shots of him. Which, in Bokuto's terms, meant dramatically calling your name across the gym every time he did anything remotely impressive.

"Did you get that one? That was definitely yearbook material!" he yelled after a particularly powerful spike, turning to you mid-play with an expectant grin.

You sighed, lowering your camera slightly. "Bokuto, you can't just pose mid-game! l need natural shots. Not whatever this is" you point to the picture.

He huffed, wiping sweat off his forehead. "but my spikes are natural! l can't help it if l look cool all the time!"

Akaashi, the team's setter, walked past and patted him on the shoulder. "She's got a point, Bokuto. Mabey if you stop staring at the camera, she'll actually get a good shot."

You snorted, nodding in agreement. Bokuto groaned dramatically before jogging back onto the court. Despite his antics, you couldn't deny that Bokuto was incredible to watch he played with so much heart, and even through the camera lens, you could see the raw passion he had for the sport. Every spike, every block, every moment he was on the court it all demanded attention. And somehow, against your better judgment, you found yourself being drawn to it.

Or maybe... drawn to him.

That was a dangerous thought. You were here to finish the volleyball page, not to get distracted by a ridiculously confident volleyball player with a way-too-charming grin. It was probably the pressure getting to your head right?

But as the first week of your project progressed, He made it harder and harder to ignore him.

TUESDAY

The bus was already alive with noise by the time you climbed on, camera bag slung over your shoulder. You had barely stepped into the aisle when you heard your name being called—loudly

"[Y/N]! Over here!"

You turned your head just in time to see Bokuto waving at you from his seat, his grin as wide as ever. Unfortunately, the bus was already pretty packed, and your options were limited.

"You saving this seat for me or something?" you teased, raising an eyebrow as you stopped in front of him.

"Obviously." Bokuto scooted over a bit, patting the open spot beside him. "I figured you'd want the best seat on the bus."

You snorted, but there really wasn't much choice left, so you slid into the seat next to him, adjusting your bag on your lap. The moment you did, he leaned in slightly, smirking.

"You sit next to me, that has to mean something, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "It means there were no other seats left, Bokuto."

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had just delivered a fatal wound. "That hurts, [Y/N]! Here l was, thinking we had something special."

You shook your head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips. "Pretty sure I've known you for, like, four days."

"And yet!" He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming. "Here we are, sitting together like fate intended."

You gave him a flat look. "Bokuto."

"Yes, my dear yearbook photographer?"

"You are so dramatic."

"Thank you," he said proudly. "Now, let's get to the important stuff—have you finally decided to put me on the cover yet?"

You sighed, reaching for your camera and flipping through your gallery. "Not if you keep asking."

Bokuto groaned, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he peered over your shoulder as you scrolled. "Ohh, let me see!"

You turned the screen to show him a particularly funny candid shot—you had caught him mid-sentence, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open, like he had just been caught off guard.

“That is not cover material,” you declared.

Bokuto gasped again, grabbing the camera from your hands. "That's a terrible angle! Oh no, my reputation—Akaashi, look at this! l look like l just found out my pet fish died!"

Akaashi, seated across the aisle, barely glanced up from his book. "You always look like that."

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as Bokuto groaned dramatically. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "I'm being slandered in my own team."

"You're the one who asked to see it," you reminded him, taking your camera back. Bokuto huffed and crossed his arms, but his grin returned almost immediately. "Alright, alright. You're playing hard to get. l get it."

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“With the cover, obviously,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re making me work for it. It’s fine, I love a challenge.”

You shook your head, amused. “It’s not a challenge, Bokuto.”

“Of course it is! I just have to impress you even more.” He leaned back against the seat, a smug look on his face. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

You let out a sigh. This guy was too much.

The bus rumbled along, and as the noise settled into a mix of conversations, low music from someone’s headphones, and the occasional burst of laughter from the team, you focused on reviewing your notes. Bokuto, for once, had gone quiet.

Which was… odd.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, only to realize that sometime during your note-taking, his head had started to tilt ever so slightly… and now, it was resting heavily against your shoulder.

Your entire body stiffened.

Oh no.

Bokuto Kōtarō—loud, energetic, never-still Bokuto—had fallen asleep.

And not just that. Since he was considerably bigger than you, his head wasn't just lightly resting—it was full-on leaning, his weight pressing into you as he breathed evenly.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his silver-and-black hair was now just inches from your face.

What do l do?!

You could wake him up... but he looked so peaceful, to almost felt wrong to disturb him. His usual dramatic expressions had melted away, replaced by something softer, more relaxed. Your heart beats a little too fast.

Carefully, you adjusted slightly, trying to ease some of the pressure of his weight without waking him. The movement made him stir just a little, his brows furrowing, before he mumbled something incoherent and shifted closer.

Your breath caught.

Akaashi, who had definitely been watching this whole time, finally spoke. "You can push him off, you know."

You turned to glare at him, whispering, "And wake him up? l don't want to deal with a grumpy Bokuto right now!"

Akaashi hummed, flipping a page in his book. "He wouldn't be grumpy. He'd just say something embarrassing and make this even worse for you."

You groaned internally because he was so right.

So instead, you stayed still, letting Bokuto rest against you as the bus continued its journey. You refused to acknowledge the small part of you that didn't really mind.

FRIDAY

By the time Friday rolled around, you were exhausted.

A week of chasing down the volleyball team, attending their practices, editing photos late into the night, and keeping up with your other

yearbook responsibilities was starting to take its toll. You had spent so much time around the team that you were beginning to recognize everyone’s quirks—the way Akaashi barely reacted to Bokuto’s dramatics, how the libero, Komi, always cracked jokes when practice got too intense, and, most noticeably, how Bokuto’s energy never seemed to run out.

Until tonight.

Practice had been long. The team had pushed themselves hard, and it showed in the way most of them dragged themselves off the court once the whistle blew. You, however, stayed behind, sitting cross-legged on the bleachers as you scrolled through your camera.

You were so focused on reviewing your shots that you didn’t even hear footsteps approaching until a shadow fell over you.

“You’re still here?”

You glanced up.

Bokuto stood in front of you, sweat still clinging to his skin, jersey slightly untucked, and hair messier than usual. His usual dramatic energy was toned down, replaced by something quieter, something… thoughtful.

You blinked. “Yeah. Just making sure I got good shots before heading home.”

Without a word, Bokuto plopped down next to you on the bleachers, leaning slightly toward you to peek at the camera. His shoulder brushed yours, warm even through the fabric of his jersey.

“You take a lot of pictures,” he murmured, watching as you flipped through the gallery.

“Well, yeah,” you said, suddenly aware of how close he was. “That’s kind of the whole point of the yearbook.”

Bokuto hummed but didn’t pull away. Instead, his golden eyes flickered toward you, his expression unusually soft. “Do you like it?”

You hesitated, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “What, photography?”

“Yeah.” His voice was quieter now, lacking its usual booming energy. “Taking pictures of moments like this.”

You swallowed. “I do. It’s… nice, capturing things people might not notice otherwise.”

Bokuto didn’t respond right away. He turned his gaze back to the camera screen, watching as you scrolled through more photos. One caught his eye—a shot of him mid-spike, muscles tensed, determination sharp in his expression.

“Whoa,” he breathed. “That looks so cool.”

You smiled. “Yeah. It does.”

He turned back to you, his grin returning. “Admit it. I should be on the cover.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so obsessed with that.”

“Well, obviously!” Bokuto leaned in slightly, and for a second, you thought he was about to say something else—something different. His eyes flickered to your face, his grin softening just a fraction.

Your breath caught.

And then—

“HEY, BOKUTO! YOU COMING OR WHAT?”

The spell was broken.

Bokuto blinked, his head snapping toward the gym doors where some of his teammates were waiting. “Oh! Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”

He turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I gotta go.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the weird little twist in your stomach at the loss of his attention. “Right. See you Monday.”

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then, with a small smile, he nudged your knee with his.

“See ya, [Y/N].”

And with that, he jogged off, leaving you staring after him—unsure why your heart was beating just a little too fast.

This belongs to @wiselyghost. Please don't copy or translate my work. Thank you! Part 2 is coming sorry for the wait :/

[yuri-is-online]

Congratulations for your 500 followers! I hope I'm not late, if you don't mind I would like prompt number 2 for the first year.

Since there're only 3 characters to choose from. I'll specifically choose them, it's Deuce, Jack and Sebek.

Hope is okay.

2. "Someone" decides to ask you for your opinion about "their friend" and you decide to have a bit of fun and tease them.

My dear you are a very lucky listener, between you and another friend I have all the usual first years for this, so I am going to go ahead and swap out Deuce for Epel on this post. The others can be found here. Though if we are being honest, I probably would have gone ahead and done all five of them anyway, there's just something about them that makes you not want to separate them you know?

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Jack doesn't handle embarrassment well, Epel is a brat, and Sebek is canonically easily flustered. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Jack

He has yet to think of a good way to talk about this. Jack has always been in tune with your movements, since long before he realized what it meant; no matter the size of the crowd he could drown it all out and find your heart beat. The sound draws him towards it out of habit, though he remembers himself enough to shy just short of invading your space and making introductions. Your heart is at rest, enjoying the sights and sounds of the ball, only spiking briefly when you notice him. Is it wrong, he wonders, to wish for it to have remained elevated? Moon knows his can never keep it steady around you.

"Hi!" You sound so happy. It's enough to make him scowl, jealousy clawing it's ugly way towards his throat keeping his mouth tightly closed. "Are you enjoying the festivities?"

Jack nods, doing his best to keep his tail from flinging the cape Crewel had so carefully pinned to his shoulders across the room. Jealousy cannot dull his happiness to see you, and your kindness is seldom denied to strangers.

"That's good to hear." You say without a hint of irony, and then you turn to leave, pausing when he moves along to follow. "Are you ok?"

"I'm trying to find a friend." Jack wants to hit himself as soon as he says it. Sure, Ace had suggested it as a joke but he had insisted it was a bad idea. A terrible idea. An idea that disrespected both yours and his common sense, and yet here he was asking you anyway. "Have you seen Jack?"

Now Jack had always had your interest, but now he had your attention. "Who?" If he didn't want to die before he definitely did now. His broad shoulders sag, only slightly they're much too muscular to do much more. "Oh you mean the Savanaclaw freshmen! Right? What do you need him for?"

"I'm just... looking for him." Jack sucks at lying, he's too uptight and too strict to his own code excel at it.

The tie he feels to you screams at him every time he does, lying does not protect the pack, it hurts them. And who is more vital to the pack than-

"Just to look at?" You have your arms clasped behind your back and are smiling? "I'll admit he is very pretty but I don't think you need to be looking at him."

"I shouldn't look at him?" How cute, the poor baby is confused. You move to stand right up against his chest, watching happily as he doesn't so much as flinch a single inch.

"No no, you should keep your eyes on me. Because," you press your finger against Jack's lips as if to shush him "I'm his one and only, the only way you are allowed to admire my Jack is if you see him reflected in my eyes." One second passes. And then two more, three draw themselves out as you see Jack's teeth grind faster than the gears in his head.

You have been toying with him, he realizes as the last of his embarrassment is swallowed up in the fire that lights up in his eyes.

"Oi, don't you remember what I said las time?" Your eyes widen as Jack breaths in the scent of your excited shock. "I told you-" his arms wrap around your waist to lift you up in the air, he tells himself it's just to make leaving easier, "if you keep yanking my tail, there's going to be consequences." As if he didn't know that's exactly what you wanted.

Epel

"Well, you seem awfully lonely, are you sure you're alright?" Epel doesn't think he has ever put this much effort into Vil's ettiquite speech, but he needs to tonight. He knows he's short, he knows he has this damnable cute appearance, and he knows Rook is hovering somewhere just off screen waiting to swoop if he sees something mildly amusing.

But he just has to know, he's tried asking Deuce how you talk about him when he's not there but he had just spluttered and refused to say anything meaningful. Ace had been worse "Oh? Wouldn't you like to know apple boy-" well yeah no shit that's why he'd been asking. Jack and Sebek were denser than brick and weren't able to tell him much beyond that you thought "highly of his achievements." Great. No really that was just great. But maybe not as great as Sebek further adding that Yuu "thought he was just as capable as anyone else." That had crushed him for the better part of a week until Vil had accused him of pouting which wasn't cool guy behavior at a-

"You noticed." Yuu smiles, and his thoughts are once again derailed. It's not like their usual smiles, this one is sad. "Formal events like these are just a bit too much, I'm not used to them."

"I think they're sort of fun." It's the truth, Epel likes a good party. Really this isn't so different from home, the clothes are just less practical and more expensive. "But my buddy," that was too informal but you aren't giggling, so that has to mean he's in the clear "Epel, he used to have a real hard time with these things." You sit up just a bit straighter at the mention of his name.

"Oh, you're Epel's friend?" Silly Yuu, you thought you were talking to the man himself and excited he had been the first of your friends to come and check on you. There were some things you wanted to talk to him about, Vil was absolutely no help when you had asked if Epel talked about you when you weren't around. The hell sort of answer was "Obviously?" Not a workable one that's for sure!

"Yeah, I was wondering if you've maybe seen him around? I promised to help him with something tonight, but he's been hiding from me." As if the person speaking to you could be anyone but Epel, no one else at this school expresses his disappointment quite so beautifully as this.

"He's hiding from me too, sorry." You allow your genuine disappointment to shine through, trying to read how Epel reacts. He... doesn't exactly, instead allowing an awkward silence to fall over you that just cannot be allowed to stand. "It's really cute of him honestly."

"What?!" At least that's what you think Epel says, it's hard to hear over the angry gargle starting to brew.

"Seriously cute." You make sure to give an exaggerated dreamy sigh so he knows that he is being teased before you continue. "Really, he says all sorts of sorts of sweet things about me when I'm not around and then expects me to not know! It's adorable." Epel still doesn't budge, so you unwisely decide to press forward. "And those puffy cheeks he gets when embarrassed-" you've got a real good view of them right now "it's so sweet I could just eat him right up!" Speaking of up-

"Shut the fuck up." If there is one thing Epel is constantly reminding people of, it's that he's strong. But the force with which he guides, because a real man would never push, your back to the wall, caging you between two strong arms isn't surprising to you in the slightest. The glimmer in your eyes screams that he's been made a fool of, and that just won't do. "Well darling you think you're reaaaal funny don't cha? Well howabout youse sit your pretty little ass against that wall and let me show you something hilarious." He makes sure to kiss you slowly to make sure you are good and shut up before he continues. "Taste real nice, don't it?" And it must have worked because you nothing in favor of throwing your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer.

Sebek

Sebek is not a very self aware person. You have had several conversations with Lilia about this, his tone filled with fond amusement and yours with infatuated attraction. No one outside of maybe Rook or Cater would accept being called cute, but there was no real other word for it. Sebek was cute. Too cute, horrifically painfully adorable in a way that just made you want to eat your fist to keep from screaming and kiss all over his cheeks. And this little stunt he was trying to pull really wasn't helping.

"I am conducting a survey on Lord Malleus's retainers." Bless his heart, Sebek is trying to use his inside voice. "How exactly would you rate their performance?"

"Could you be a bit more specific?" You do not have to try very hard to sound interested, you are extremely interested in just how far this lie goes.

"Of course." Sebek sounds almost proud, he must have anticipated this line of questioning. "Have you had any problems with any of Lord Malleus's retainers?"

"Yes I have." You nod seriously and Sebek fumbles.

"O-oh. Um could I ask why?" He doesn't think to ask who, which does tug at your heart strings a bit. Poor boy might accuse Silver of being a slacker, but when someone implies there is a problem he almost always assumes it's with him. Well that just won't do.

"Certainly. Sebek Zigvolt was supposed to meet with me tonight but he seems to have forgotten that." You nod seriously enough to make Sebek choke.

"Yes." You sigh making sure to toy with your mask, flirting with giving Sebek the view of your face he wants so badly and breaking the rules of etiquette he feels honor bound to follow. "He promised me," he most certainly had not, that he would dance with me all night. I was really looking forward to it."

"WHAT? NO, I WAS- ahem." What Sebek had actually said was: "if Lord Malleus allows me I will show you how to dance so you don't embarrass the young master, human, but dont expect me to prioritize you over protecting him!" But that didn't matter to you. And clearly not to him if he was allowing Malleus to stay under Silver's inferior protection on the complete opposite side of the ballroom. He coughs into his glove as the other students around you barely budge; it's Sebek, of course he's yelling, but said boy still seems to think he's well disguised seeing as he returns to trying to lower his voice without a hint of irony. "Please continue, you said, Mr. Zigvolt was supposed to... meet with you?" You nod, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing any more from you just yet as you imagine the three act play currently showing underneath his mask. "Well. Since he is not here-" You barely stifle a laugh "would you care to allow me to escort you instead?"

"No."

"NO?!" That yell does get everyone's attention, some out of fear others out of pity assuming Sebek just got rejected hard. The boy himself certainly seems to think so.

"Well of course not," you make sure to lower your mask just so he knows, and cannot deny, the meaning of what you say next "I said I wanted to dance with Sebek, not someone he's pretending to be."

"Hmph." Sebek once told you fae don't blush, but that was either wishful thinking or a bold face lie with how red his entire body seems to have decided to turn. "It seems you don't quite understand the purpose of a masqurade, human. Very well, as my lord's retainer, I shall educate you." He gently, with a smile just as kind no matter how much he fights it to settle into professional indifference, pushes your mask into place and guides you towards the dance floor.

[suckishima]

hi guess what i'm still not done yelling about chp 298 and the serve and block, so let's talk about the actual volleyball of it and how it contributes to the impact of the moment and solidifying it as a thing that they earned together

yamaguchi goes up for his second serve in the match, after having just gotten an ace, and this time kai bumps it relatively easily

and yamaguchi is already thinking about the serve and block, bc for him that's his next goal if he can't get another service ace. he sees it as his job to disrupt the first pass so that the setter can't make as good of a set—and that's what those little flashbacks depict, botched digs from tough serves leading to the setter having trouble getting under the ball/to it in time so the hitter is limited and then gets stuffed

so yamaguchi is disappointed, he think because kai got the ball up and to kenma in a perfect arc, that he didn't do his job well enough

and while it's true that kenma does get to set off of a good pass, there's more to it than that, and tsukki knew it before the ball even left kai's hands

tsukki sees it as more than just disrupting the ball's path to the setter, it's also about taking away options of hitters to make tsukki's job easier as a blocker. and we can see in the first panel i posted what tsukki has already seen, that yes kai got the ball up, but also he took a knee, he had to get low so he likely won't be back up in time for an approach, and yamaguchi aimed it between kai and yamamoto so yamamoto also is hunched and kind of stuck behind kai and in a bad position to get going for a run up

something which, furudate takes a moment to show us again here—kai and yamamoto are nowhere near in position to spike the ball, the rotation has yaku on the court so he's not an offensive option, meaning that it's only kuroo and fukunaga that the blockers need to worry about tracking

and we get to see tsukki think about all of that on the next page too. i like how kind of quick and staccato these panels come across, you can almost read tsukki's inner dialogue even though we don't see it: "yamamoto and kai are down, not contenders. fukunaga coming for an approach on the right, kuroo coming for a quick right down the middle, kenma already in the air, which of them will he choose?"

furudate is really trying to emphasize to us that yamaguchi's worth as a server isn't just in getting aces, or making the ball wobble perfectly to botch the opposing team's receives—yamaguchi is also getting better at aiming and disrupting the court in other ways. and that in turn compliments the ways we've seen tsukki's skills improve over the series too, this type of reading the court and the players (one aspect of "total defense" as the series calls it) that he's gotten better and better at as the matches go on

and the ukai reiterates it for us too so we can read it in addition to having just seen it. "a level-headed, disciplined shield," is exactly what you'd call tsukki's style of blocking, it's why he's so consistently effective and scary as a blocker on his own, "and its bes possible partner, one that makes its decisions easy," perfectly sums up yamaguchi here too, his serves have come far enough that he can disrupt the court in multiple different ways and narrow the path for tsukki so his job can be easy.

but what i also think is important here is that neither of them started here, it took a lot of time and practice to reach this point and they both had to work hard in order to be someone that could be of use to the other and pull it off. if yamaguchi hadn't gotten better at serving he wouldn't be helpful to tsukki's blocking decisions, and if tsukki hadn't had both the aptitude for calmly reading the court and following kuroo's advice about having less wussy block form, then he wouldn't be any help to yamaguchi's serves when the other team does get a hand on them.

and because furudate makes sure to let us know that they both earned their way here with their hardwork and dedication, it makes the emotional impact of the moment hit even harder because we know and feel that it didn't just come from nothing

it takes a strong shield and a sharp spear

[dazzlingqwq]

sillly lil Pokémon trainer au

Edit: wtf you guys r going feral over this 😿🙀

Sorray if my writings a little messy LMAO, but honestly I think I'm loving this idea. Like they could just be trainers you see in the wild.. Noah could be a trainer you could see in the wild. Last I checked, no trainer has held items... Besides Cynthia in BdSp? I haven't finished the games though

for the outfits, I took from their regular ones (Cody's striped shirt & whatever Noah has), but made sure to mix it up a little so it didn't look like I was just giving TD characters pokemon. I wanted to kinda get that Pokémon trainer clothing vibe w/ these, not sure how successful I was though

I put a bit of brainwork into the teams, and made them kind of based off personality. Since Noah is.. Yk.. Smart, I made his team center around strategy. Gollisopod is a spikes setter (idk if it still has the move now but oh well), then u-turns out to get some chip damage off. Then togekiss switches in, and uses calm mind once or twice then baton passes into his ace, malamar & sweeps (writing this, I realise malamar is more physical... And I'm not sure if baton pass ignores malamar's ability that swaps all stat changes).

Cody's team is kinda just me putting pokemon I think he would like, although like all of them are bipeds.. Woops.. I did go a little insane on the items, though vgc players would look down upon my team building skills still.

Close ups :

[give-levi-lexapro]

I'm the most Casual™️ and Well-Adjusted™️ AOT Enjoyer

Madi ~ 28 ~ She/Her

Main blog it's mostly shitposts <3

Formerly world-famous Cowboy Bebop blog that I now neglect (Spike-and-Faye for those in the know)

I eat sleep and breath this fucking show and it's so fucking awful to be in 'up-tight corporate business career' meetings with various executives and ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS GOTDAMNED FUCKING AOT.

Reading and Writing AOT Fics is my Life <3

💖 Send me any fic writing ideas/requests you have!! 💖

and I'll write a one-shot of it!!! I prefer Levi x Reader but I'm always down for a writing challenge >:) (These are in addition to the longfic Levi/Reader slowburn I'm writing)

💖 Please also send any fic recommendations 💖

Particularly Levi ones! I am a glutton for Levi/Reader fics, but I'm also huge into Eruri. I'll read almost any ship though at this point, unless it's between the vets and the 104th.

Prefer canonverse but like I said I'll read just about anything* [*UNLESS it involves pregnancy lol. Tokophobic af.]

My recommendations for Levi/Reader canonverse fics!

💖 Currently writing a lengthy Levi/Reader fic that is the longest, fluffiest, slowest slow-burn ever 💖

and at this point may as well be fucking GOT with how close I am to finishing it. 🥴 I may post bits and pieces of it here and there, idk. I just really, really love writing Levi trying not to fall in love and then not being able to stop himself. Fuck man. Chefs gotdamn kiss. I just don't think I could write a really good Erwin, plus I kinda like writing him as being mildly sociopathic. We're at 150k words as of 3/16/25 and from what I have outlined for the rest of the story we're looking at at least 300-400k words when it's done. But tbh I am having SO much fun writing this shit and it's so self indulgent and LEVIIIIII IS SO MMMMM Can't decide if I'm gonna leave the smut in or not but I will be publishing it to AO3 ... Eventually...

No one asked, but (below the cut) here are some AOT hills I'll die on:

I don't ship Levihan, BUT that's just because I ship Hange only with Science and:

I firmly believe Hange is aro/ace nonbinary (they/them) angel (theyngel) Am I projecting? Probably. Who knows. Look Hange is my comfort character and I think 'What would Hange do?' 420x times a day

Moblit is a Gay Man 🏳️‍🌈 Make Moblit Gay Again 2025

Eruri is my own personal brand of heroin and I will die to this addiction happily. Controversial take: LEVI IS THE TOP

The Scouts of the 104th cadet corps are my literal children. My precious babies. I breastfed them. Raised them from wee lambs. [she says, literally revolted by the idea of having children] I don't really sexualise any of them with the glaring exception of season 4 Reiner, who I'd doink out of his suicidal ideation

YUMIHISU = ♾️!!! I literally have so many happy-ever-after AUs for these two it's not even funny

I'll ship Eremika until I die. In my heart they were in the cabin timeline for fifty years and lived happily ever after.

I'll also ship Jeanpiku until I die and you know its bi for bi 💖💜💙

Aruani neutral

If there are 1million Floch haters, I am one of them. If there are 10 Floch haters I am one of them. If there are no Floch haters, then I'm fucking dead.

Here's the most controversial one, please feel free to fight me in my DMs: I FUCKING LOVED THE ANIME ENDING AND I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYONE DISLIKES IT SO MUCH????

My only real complaint is that all the Marleyan Warriors families just happened to survive to the end. That felt so Disney to me. I think the only one that should've survived was MAYBE Annie's dad, and tbh I really don't gaf about him. Reiner's mom should've lived to see him fight as the Armored Titan, realize what a colossal piece of shit she was to make him become that, and then DIE before she could make amends. That said, I WOULD have liked to see Connie's mom transformed back into a human at the end!!!

Maybe because I watched all of AOT over the course of like 3 months, having never watched any of it before, so I never had that interim period of waiting and predicting how Isayama would end things. IDK man. I think AOT is the best piece of media ever created. It gives fucking Dostoyevsky a run for his money. Holy shit. Whew.

[trainer-ace]

YO!

My name is ACE! I'm an Ace Trainer! That's why that's my name!!

I heard that there were some strong trainers on here, like Elite Four members, which means that I can get an advantage for when I challenge them! Sooo, I've made my own blog!!

I've got four Pokémon, and we've been training to become CHAMP! We'll do it some day. These are my buddies!

Spike: Sylveon, Male- My partner!! He's also my strongest.

Knight: Absol, Male- My OTHER partner!!! He's a big goober, even if he doesn't show it!

Fang: Mawile, Female- She's a sweetheart with a big appetite!!

Rocks: Sableye, Female- Silly. She's a sableye. They're just kinda weird. SLASH POSITIVE!!!!!!

And this is ME!!!

And this is SPIKE!!!

Currently I'm travelling in HOENN! Which is my home region!

You can send me asks, or chat, or we can battle!!

Hello Hello! This is the mod behind @the-drayster. (That's the main for my pokeirl blogs, so any follows/likes will be from there)

The art is by ME!

I've decided after much deliberation to make this blog.

Ace is a sixteen year-old Ace Trainer, currently travelling around the Hoenn Region. He's from Slateport city.

Said parents are in fact the Rocket Executives. They fled from Johto after the disbanding of Rocket and landed in Hoenn. While I haven't decided exactly how Ace was acquired (as of me writing this), Proton is his ACTUAL (as in the one responsible for him) parent. He considers the rest of the group his parents as well, but they're really just helping raise him.

Brief guide to Parental Names-

Dad is Proton. Father is Archer. Pa is Petrel. Mom/Mother is Ariana.

I also have a PROTON blog! It's set in the past (Between the events of the Kanto games and the Johto games), but it is the same character! @exec-proton

Pelliper mail is ON!

Pelliper malice (Unless it's joking) is OFF!

Magic Anons are OFF!

Sentient Pokémon are free to interact, though they may be considered from a separate part of the Rotomblr multiverse!

ALWAYS feel free to send an ask about whatever. They keep me motivated, and I don't mind whatever random question or babbling you throw at me!

[an-au-blog]

hello! a different anon interested in the unclenapped au here! (and other aus where buggy is with the strawhats i guess)

not to bring PLOT into a mostly character-focused au, but with extra strawhat crew aus i'm always curious where the author would have kuma send the new guy(s) post-sabaody. basically, where would you send your au buggy to learn & grow over the time skip? is he learning new skills somewhere, or landing on the red force (or wherever luffy & rayleigh ended up) and learning about his past?

thanks!

Hello other anon! Can I call you Difan (get it? because different anon (I'm so funny ik))

And no, no, no, don't worry, I LOVE plot! And I was actually recently thinking about the whole Kuma situation. Because he sent each one either to a friend/somewhere to make connections with the revolution, or to help them train/help with personal growth.

At first I thought maybe I should make up an island that would fit this version of him. Something that would maybe make him conquer his fear of being trapped and claustrophobia, or maybe something to better help him use his powers.

Maybe something like an island where everything is small and all the inhabitants live in dark holes in the walls (picture something like the kindergarten from Steven Universe). And Buggy is freaking out because he can't live in the whole in the wall, he just can't! Not again! Not to mention the food, there's so little food for the small people there, what would he eat - as someone probably two times their size?

He just wasn't ready to go back to not having anything. So he starts helping them grow their farms and defend themselves from wild beasts and in return they help him reach inner peace and face his trauma. Maybe he'd even have a Sanji moment where he finds out that the people can teach him fighting skills he didn't know they had?

idk...

But I also started looking into places or different arcs and two specific ones actually seem pretty fitting. (can you tell I've actually given this quite a bit of thought hahaha ':))

The first place I thought of was Impel down. It would also cross with the canon timeline and events. Think about it: he'll get over his fear of imprisonment, make connections with the revolutionaries living in the walls. It would be just like in canon for the exception that Buggy is willingly helping Luffy and he's been in there for a shorter time.

Not to mention that on the ship when they tell everyone that he used to sail with Roger, he would be finding out something new about himself. Maybe even remember something.

(And here I go pushing my shuggy agenda again) And that way Shanks's return would be have more weight as well. It would impact both of them so much because 1. Shanks not only lost Ace but now he finally found Buggy and 2. Buggy went through so much trauma and then some greasy redhead claims to know him??? And what's more, he doesn't have this spike of anxiety upon meeting him?? (but maybe I'll make a separate post about that specifically)

Although I don't know if after that I'd want him to go back to Amazon Lily with Luffy and meet Rayleigh (because again: revealing past and all that fun stuff), or if i want him to be taken in by Shanks and his crew instead of Law (and he'd still have the reveal of the past but differently that with Silver...)(idk just food for thought)

Anyway though,

The second place I thought of is a bit of a stretch. I thought of Arabasta. It's a bit of a stretch because, why would he be there?

Well they're alleys of the straw hats and had recently gotten out from under Crocodile. Also if I'm not mistaken the revolution army had it's foot in there as well right? Also I'd absolutely love seeing Vivi and Buggy interactions. I feel like she could teach him a lot in just general. Also he'd love the sun so much.

I'm also thinking maybe he could train and learn quite a bit history there. But I hadn't had that much time to think about this option to be honest...