#and here i am swinging the other way again lmfao

[tshifty]

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[thetantiger]

Carnivals and Chaos

Word count: 3,344

Characters: Mythodoran (he/him), Sanlasteron (he/him)

WHEW this one's a long one and I did it in one fucking sitting lmfao here you go

“I can’t believe you agreed to this!” Sanlas grinned ear to ear, practically bouncing up and down as he walked with sheer excitement.

“I can’t believe I agreed to it either,” Mythodoran replied dryly. They were walking down the path to the Darkmoon Faire. Whether or not the Darkmoon Faire is actually open at the time of writing this is irrelevant because time is a social construct and also fuck you. Bright blinking signs lit their way through otherwise eerie, dark woods, and soon enough the stretch of the lively Faire expanded before them.

“Ooh! I know exactly what I want to try first!” Sanlasteron grabbed Mytho by the arm. He noticed the Kaldorei flinched as he reached for him and Sanlas paused, looking at him. “I- oh. Are you alright? You flinched.”

Mythodoran sort of stared at the void elf’s hand warily and opened his mouth to respond, but then turned and coughed into his hand.

“If you don’t want me to touch you, you can just say so,” Sanlas assured. He suddenly felt very self-conscious of every time he’d impulsively laid his hands on Mythodoran or hugged him.

“I-It’s quite alright,” the Warden replied, still seeming a little unsure. “If it bothered me, I would have let you know. Very quickly.”

“I see,” Sanlas said, deciding that was enough of an answer for him. “Well come on then! There’s plenty to do in the Faire!”

As he trekked along enthusiastically and Mythodoran followed behind him a little less enthusiastically, Sanlas was beaming with delight. Mythodoran had actually taken a day off of work, just to go to a carnival, with him! He was really moving up in Mytho’s graces, or at least it felt that way. Perhaps the night elf should have stayed home, though--he was clearing his throat a lot. 

“This right here! This is what I was talking about,” Sanlas exclaimed as they approached a game booth. “Tayonna always beats my ass at Whack-A-Gnoll, but I find it fun nonetheless.”

Mytho, as cynical as ever, chimed in; “Hitting a stuffed gnoll with a stuffed mallet. Why not hit a real gnoll with a real mallet?”

“Because Snaggletuft’s a nice guy,” Sanlas replied with a smirk as he exchanged some coin for tickets. 

Mythodoran crossed his arms. “Well you go first.”

“You can go at the same time,” the orc woman running the booth commented.

“Yeah! They’re just foam,” Sanlas said, gesturing to one of the mallets that was handed to him. “What? Afraid I’ll hit you on the backswing?”

“Where? In the chest?” The Kaldorei grinned at him. “Because that’s about as high as you can reach on me.”

“I am insulted!” the void elf claimed in a very insulted manner, handing Mytho the other mallet. “I’ll have you know I can reach things very effectively. Void magic has its perks.”

Mythodoran simply grunted in reply, and they were off. A timer started ticking somewhere and Sanlas zipped through stuffed gnoll after stuffed gnoll, flinging cotton in various directions though unfortunately hitting a few fakeout dolls of a little girl and losing points a couple of times. Mythodoran was just as quick on his feet if not quicker, and was even better at focusing on and prioritizing his targets, hitting a few stuffed Hoggers. Sanlas was a little less lawful, though, and decided to play dirty, swinging and connecting his mallet into Mythodoran’s side. “Ah! What the hell?!” Mytho exclaimed as he was knocked off his balance, stumbling a little and his focus lost.

Sanlas simply grinned at him and kept at it, dashing from gnoll to gnoll in a frenzy, until he felt something knock him in the back of the head. He whipped around and swung at Mytho again, the night elf parrying his mallet with his own. Now this was war.

For a considerable amount of game time Sanlas and Mytho had completely forgotten the objective and were simply sparring with foam weapons, ignoring the mechanical clicking queue of more stuffed dolls popping up and then disappearing. Sanlas was only really able to land light taps on the man, anything with more force behind it taking enough time for him to block it. Mythodoran got him good a few times when he wasn’t expecting it, and was just about to take a heavy bonk to the noggin when suddenly he felt relocated, disoriented and extremely dizzy.

“Gah!” Sanlas exclaimed, his belly churning a little. “Do you have to teleport us out immediately instead of just asking us to leave?!”

“Is that what this feeling is?” Mytho, next to him, asked, seeming to stumble a little.

The orc woman shrugged. “It’ll wear off before you know it.”

She was right, Sanlas noted as his vision cleared, but still. C’mon. Noticing the mallet was gone from his hands, he decided it was time for the next attraction. “Well, Mytho--how do you feel about rollercoasters?”

Mythodoran sighed, and responded, “Overwhelmingly positive,” in an extremely flat tone.

Sanlasteron snickered and picked up on the sarcasm. “Alright, sunshine, don’t get too excited. Come on, it’s not that bad. You get to sit next to me!”

“What a treat,” Mytho muttered.

As the two sporadically explored the Faire, Mythodoran seemed to lighten up more and more. He still refused to do the dance competition game, but at the very least he stopped being pessimistic. Neither of them were good with a gun so the shooting game was an absolute embarrassment for the both of them--the closest thing to a rifle that Mytho had operated, he mentioned, being a glaive thrower, which is only similar in the notion of having anything to do with projectiles--and the land-a-ring-on-the-turtle one Sanlas absolutely sucked at. The bright side was that Mythodoran took it upon himself to teach Sanlas to throw a ring properly, as it wasn’t too different from a Warden’s glaive, which resulted in him standing behind Sanlas and manually instructing his hands with his own… so that was nice. They debated about the cannon across the Faire--actually, Mythodoran debated with him about it, because he insisted it was unsafe and would hurt a shit ton as soon as Sanlas hit the water, and Sanlas agreed to skip that game out of sheer principle of not wanting to get his clothes wet and that he hadn’t packed a swimsuit of any sort. They took a stroll through the small zoo the Faire had, got to pet some goats in the process, and then pivoted to grab a bite to eat.

“I’m beginning to wonder why we haven’t seen Carnie anywhere,” Mythodoran commented, still munching on a basket of fries.

“Maybe she’s not working today,” Sanlas replied, before stopping in his tracks and almost dropping his corndog. “OH. MY. GOD.”

“What-?” Mytho’s immediate confusion was muffled by the food currently in his mouth. “What is it?”

“LOOK AT THAT-- THAT THING!” Sanlasteron pointed at an object hanging in the back of a prize counter. It was a stuffed animal, and Sanlas LOVED stuffed animals. And right now, in front of him, was a weird, hybrid combination of what appeared to be a cat, a dragon and a moose, and he immediately ran to the counter with the prize tickets he’d earned thus far.

By the time Mytho had calmly walked over, still idly snacking on his fries, Sanlas’s excitement had died down. “What’s wrong?” Mytho asked, noting his disappointment.

Sanlas glanced pitifully at the merchant at the counter who just shrugged. “I don’t have enough prize tickets,” he mumbled.

Mytho blinked at him. “How many you got?”

“Only about.. a hundred and fourty,” he replied. “And it’s three hundred.”

Mytho rolled his eyes and handed the fries to him. “Here, hold this.” Once Sanlas took it--and stole one--Mytho dug into his pocket and fished out a fistful of whatever he’d earned. “This should be about enough.”

As the merchant inspected the amount of tickets, Sanlas frowned at Mytho. “You didn’t have to do that,” he insisted, suddenly feeling guilty.

Mythodoran shrugged nonchalantly and opened his hand, expecting his fries back. “And what am I gonna do with them? I’m not one for anything I’ve seen at any of these counters. I’m not gonna use ‘em.”

“You mean it?” Sanlas asked, excitement picking up in his voice again as something swelled in his chest.

“Of course,” the Kaldorei replied with another shrug.

Sanlasteron was about to leap at him in excitement and hug him but hesitated for just a second, noting his earlier discomfort with such contact, and before he could remember that he said it was alright the merchant at the counter had gotten The ThingTM and handed it to him. Sanlas gasped and took his cuteness aggression out on that, hugging it with a tightness that might kill a small animal. He was absolutely giddy, jumping up and down slightly in place and holding it close to him. He might be making a fool of himself, but he didn’t really care. What made it more special is that Mytho had contributed, and had helped him get it. “EEEE! Mythodoran, it’s so cute!! Thank you!!”

Mythodoran made a strange, almost choked noise and looked away, mumbling, “Yeah. No problem.”

Eventually, they started strolling the Faire with no intention to play anymore games, and soon veered off to stride along the island’s coast, just on the edge of the wilderness. Sanlas was sure it was fine, both him and Mytho could fight if there were wolves around. Sanlas inquired about Mythodoran’s hobbyist blacksmithing and Mytho replied it was going swell, and he had made small little shapes and trinkets and shivs, and was planning to get a forge installed in his home. This got them talking about the concept of home in the first place, starting with Bel’ameth.

“It will never be Teldrassil,” Mythodoran said with a small, wistful sigh. “But.. it’s the best we have. And it is a lovely World Tree.”

“I can see that,” Sanlas replied. “I’ve certainly gotten attached to quite a few places--Stormwind and Boralus to name a few--but nothing will ever quite be like Quel’thalas. One day, I hope our faction barriers go out for good, and I can return to my homeland and see my sister more often.”

Mythodoran hummed thoughtfully. “That would be the dream. The Forsaken are allowed in Bel’ameth.. I can’t imagine anything more out of place than that.” He paused for a moment, and then asked, out of nowhere, “...Tell me about your home, Sanlasteron.”

“Quel’thalas?” He asked. “Well-.. It has spiraling golden and orange and crimson trees, and its grass is a vibrant yellowish green. Silvermoon itself is a marvel to behold.. Twisting yellow and red towers, the streets lively and joyous. Part of me wants to see it.. part of me never wants to lay eyes upon the path that wretch Arthas had carved out of our city ever again.” He squeezed The ThingTM in his arms a little tighter. “...Honestly, Mytho, thank you.. for the plushie. I kinda have a weird attachment to stuffed animals.”

Mythodoran’s tone did not seem judgemental, only curious. “How so?”

Sanlas shrugged. “When I was a kid in the orphanage, I didn’t sleep very well. Nyssedri usually told me stories or sung me to sleep and she helped a lot, but someone who worked there gave me this stuffed phoenix plushie, and I absolutely loved that thing. But it was lost in the rot, when the Scourge attacked. I really miss that thing.” He sighed. “Lunastrae, as underwhelming as that relationship was, kinda reignited my love for stuffed animals. I had like one or two during my travels with Tayonna during the Fourth War but I didn’t really accumulate a lot until her cause I felt kinda self-conscious about it. Now I have a lot.”

“...They make you feel safe,” Mythodoran noted.

“I suppose you could say that,” Sanlas replied.

“You surround yourself with people and things that make you feel safe,” the Warden Captain continued. “Tayonna, Nyssedri. …Do you feel unsafe, sometimes?”

Sanlas blinked, taken a little off-guard. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “...I guess so,” he landed on. “...I guess I’m terrified of something like the Dead Scar happening again. I-.. I thought my sister was dead, and faction barriers didn’t let me even check to see if that was true until the Faithful. And-.. seeing zombies and ghouls and skeletons march upon your homeland and leave black rot in their wake, and brutalize the guards that were meant to protect you, eating citizens alive and trying to hunt you and having to hide from that at such a young age--” he paused. He realized he was spiraling a little, and wayyy oversharing. He swallowed hard, “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s quite alright,” the Kaldorei responded, and Sanlas almost jumped at the feeling of a hand on his upper back. It was strangely.. grounding. “...I.. sincerely apologize if I brought up some bad memories for you.”

“I-It’s okay,” Sanlas sighed. “I-.. I should probably talk about it more anyway.”

“You definitely should,” Mythodoran responded. “I get the feeling that you cover your troubles by appearing nonchalant. I get the feeling you think yourself and your struggles are a burden onto others. You must let yourself be upset more often.”

“Of course you would say that. Mister Frowny-Face all the time.” Sanlas shrunk into himself a little.

“You are being defensive,” Mytho stated simply.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Sanlasteron sighed. “Maybe you’re right. I.. I really want to be close to people but I only do that by being an ear. I don’t really like to talk about myself.”

“That makes you a walking diary, not a conversationalist.” Mythodoran, regrettably, moved his hand away from Sanlas and stuffed both of them into his pockets instead. “You were orphaned before the Dead Scar. If you don’t mind me asking..”

“They didn’t die. At least, not to my knowledge. They abandoned me and Nyssedri there. I’m too young to remember.” Sanlas shrugged again.

“That explains everything,” Mytho concluded. “You have abandonment issues, and you feel that if you are real with yourself and your feelings then people will find you too difficult and will abandon you.”

Sanlasteron looked at Mythodoran skeptically. He was cutting through his act so flawlessly and was absolutely chill about it. “And where’s this coming from?”

“I’m an observant person,” he answered with a shrug of his own. “And besides.. I do not find you difficult. I enjoy this version of you far more.”

Sanlas almost choked on his own spit. “I- what? Really?”

Mythodoran offered him a smile. Something about Mytho’s smile was unique, special, a novelty, an absolute sight to behold because he rarely ever smiled. This was part of Sanlasteron’s offer to bring him to the Faire--to get him to smile, but Sanlas thought it would have been at a silly game or something or other. Sanlas thought that maybe if he performed enough antics he could get him to laugh. And it’s not that Mythodoran didn’t have a good time--at least, Sanlas had seen him smile and heard him chuckle quite a few times today. But right here, right now, alone on the strand of Darkmoon Isle, was the most genuine smile he’d seen Mytho ever muster, and it kicked him in the lungs. “Of course. I often mean what I say.”

Sanlas gulped and turned away, trying desperately to hide the heat rushing to his face. “I-.. right, of course. Sorry.”

“You are overly apologetic.”

“Sorry.”

“Sanlas.”

Sanlasteron tensed. Mythodoran’s voice was stern but kind, worried yet collected. He stared at the sand.

Mythodoran was quiet for a moment before sighing. “I.. understand that I need to be more joyful. But you need to acknowledge in yourself that there is more than just the unbridled tomfoolery of a show you put on for those around you. I.. apologize if my previous comments or actions gave you the impression that I do not enjoy you as a person. I promise that it is the opposite. It is.. just hard for me to adjust to people. It is even harder for me to trust them.”

Sanlas finally looked at him, relieved to change the topic even just a little. Though that proclamation of Mythodoran enjoying his company had his head spinning in the background. “Why is that? I, uh.. told you about my problems. But- it’s okay if you’d rather not.”

“If I did not trust you, Sanlasteron, I would not be in the woods alone with you.” Mythodoran glanced at the plushie. “And that ThingTM.”

“I see. Well- lay it on me.”

Mytho inhaled deeply. “...Every single person I have ever really counted on has betrayed me in some way. My parents were mostly kind people, but they were greatly dissatisfied with my military career choice, as men in Kaldorei culture are most often druids and casters and it’s the women that are the Sentinels and Wardens. And their deaths during the Burning of Teldrassil did not mend that wound.” He looked at the ground, and Sanlas could see a very deep and distinct pain in his eyes, and it tugged at his heartstrings. “Then there was Shadryssa. I was naive, and young, and what had gotten me roped up with her was my absolute disregard for my own safety. Admittedly, when I was younger, I was kind of-... promiscuous.” He shifted uncomfortably. “She took advantage of that and I didn’t use my mind very often back then. And by the time it got so bad--the screaming and the hitting and the games--I couldn’t simply get out. She had me under her thumb.” He ran a hand down his own face, seeming to try and stabilize or refocus himself. “She.. violated my bodily autonomy numerous times, and that is why I flinch. Since I escaped, I felt I could only rely on myself.. and I even let myself down, too. I can rely on Cydris, but only in a workplace context. I gave my trust to Aruna and she squandered it. I am trying to trust James, Courier Nine, Palamedes and Andro.. and I am trying to trust myself again, too.”

Sanlas felt horrified. “Oh.. I- oh my god Mythodoran, I’m so sorry. I- I had no idea-”

“Trust me, Sanlasteron.” Mytho offered him a kind, forgiving expression. “If I was truly triggered or bothered by you putting your hands on me, you would already be missing fingers.”

“Are you sure?” Sanlas frowned. “I can easily just like-.. not do that, you know. Like it’s no skin off my back if I-”

“Yes, I am quite sure.” The night elf crossed his arms. “I am okay with you touching me.” He paused, and clasped a hand over his mouth. “That- hm. That came out wrong.”

“BaHAH-” Sanlas doubled over and tried not to drop his plushie. After giggling for a good minute with Mytho groaning in absolute, characteristic despair, he straightened himself. “Well Mytho, if that’s what you brought me to the edge of the woods for, you could’ve just asked politely!”

“SANLAS.”

Sanlas laughed some more. “I mean- I would’ve brought us a mat and everything!”

Mytho wriggled his mustache and, though smirking in amusement, turned on a heel in the direction they came from and started walking that way. “I AM GOING HOME.”

“Uh, hey, skyscraper!” Sanlas waved and turned to open a void rift. “Heading to the base?”

Mytho turned right back around and walked back to Sanlas, eyeing the portal he’d conjured. “I- yes, thank you.”

Sanlas smiled. “Don’t mention it. And- hey, if you ever need to talk about that shit some more, don’t hesitate to call me or something. I’m serious.”

“You as well, Sanlasteron.” The Warden gave him a nod. “Any time of the day.”

“What about 3 AM?”

“Eh, I’ll probably be awake.”

Sanlas snickered, and with that, Mytho ducked through the portal. The void elf stepped in after him, The ThingTM in-hand. 

Yeah. Today was a good day.

[silencedrage]

my self indulgent list of ideas/dynamics/plots i want to explore - yj edition

pretty much exactly what the title says - these are mostly basic, half-formed ideas that have rapid cycled through my brain so if anything sounds interesting, come yell at me ty. nothing here is exclusive, meaning if, in the unlikely event that more than one person is interested in the same idea, i'm more than fine to explore it with multiple muns/muses because i believe each version will be unique in their own ways. the list below is also non-exclusive and i might add things to it over time, so just because it's not here doesn't mean i'm not interested!! also ocs/canons from other media are equally welcome, we will figure something out

l.ottie:

literally anything with l.aura lee

the 2 month gap between s1 and s2 in the 96 timeline - exploring a little more how they went from doomcoming to lottie leading the wilderness cult; was there ever a conversation about it with anyone?

lottie and travis over the years - it seems like trav was the only one who semi-stayed in touch with lottie, at least enough to be able to call her when he was in crisis (note: i don't view their relationship as romantic but it is Very Important to lottie)

v.an:

someone please give me natvan childhood besties and all the complexities that come with that (i.e., issues when taivan becomes a thing and tai/nat butt heads, the shit they go through in the trailer park with their parents, was van out to nat before the crash? is that why she was so casual about ben?, more strain when van starts following lottie, why don't they keep in touch post-rescue) - idk i just need it

the push-pull between tai and lottie. idk how this would get explored, i am just obsessed with this dynamic

post-breakup situationships where she gets her "needs met"; the rise of dating apps and how that affects her self-esteem, just mess

t.ai:

post-rescue (and breakup) fuckboi tai and some messy af situationships before she settles down with simone

secret meetings with shauna in the years between the timelines bc shauna had a nokia flip phone in her safe to contact tai like they were illicit lovers having an affair

tai and nat and their many discussions (and arguments) about rehab

s.hauna:

callie and/or jeff (that's it - i just need more of them)

pre-crash stuff that shows her relationship with the others outside of jackie, and also with jackie bc i feel like there's a difference between shauna and shauna when she's with jackie and that distinction comes out swinging in the wilderness

honestly like... anyone around wiskayok? could be a canon character, could be an oc, but i imagine she's almost like an urban legend around the town. other than misty, she's the only one who's stayed local (as far as we know) but on the surface she leads such a very normal, boring life. idk i just think locals would be so weird about her lmfao

n.at:

honestly any of the van/nat or tai/nat stuff that i talked about above

the on again-off again stuff with travis, the interplay with her stints in rehab, etc.

how her addiction affects her relationships with others: did she ever end up on shauna's doorstep, or van's before they lost touch? shauna doesn't trust nat in s1 and makes a lot of quips, and feels like maybe shauna's been burned by her addiction that we don't know about?

anyone she met in rehab, anyone she met in her addict circles, people who were around natalie at her lowest - who try and tempt her back, who want to see her succeed, former sponsors, people she's sponsored, etc.

anything with lisa, pls give me the babs

s.imone:

honestly i added her on a whim because i need to explore every possible permutation of simonetaivan in all of its glorious complexity

i'm trying not to delve too much into post-s2 stuff because i want to leave that for s3 so she's pretty open atm

khalida:

any and all versions of akilah pls

something with adult tai tbh? especially in a reality where akilah is not a survivor, i just think there would be something really fucking interesting to dig into there given what we've seen of akilah and tai's relationship

any of the other adult survivors too - the complexity of resentment that they made it back when Akilah didn't, while also wanting to ask them what happened to her baby sister. wanting to blame them but also seeing the horrors reflected in their eyes and knowing she could never fully judge them for anything they had to do to survive

i think the above would be especially funny/complex/tragic with misty, who probably has all of khalida's info when she kept tabs on everyone else too. misty being someone who knows what khalida will always want to know: what really happened to akilah. and misty knowing she'll never tell the truth but enjoying the power that simply having that knowledge gives her. is that fucked up? maybe, but is it anything more fucked up than what the show has already shown? not really

[starvels]

tagged by @cassabi to do this On Repeat Spotify meme! thanks for the tag, sweet cassabee.

Rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist from spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.

daedalus by zes: vibey little thing with a fun album cover that reminds me of plucking apart angels like pulling wings off moths as a child

bummer days by liza anne: bouncy and reminds me of 90s female vocalists in the best ways. "when i feel good i think i make myself sad. i wanna feel like i can get out of my own way. i'll stop crying at my own party."

revolving door by kisnou, amethyst: cherry blossom triangle lounge music when you're worried about something and staring out the window at the setting sun and traffic

i am the greatest by elohim: a sing-along anthem. pump yourself up and scream out the sad, it says so in the song, you gotta do it. poptimism! i do listen to it lmfao

thunder by penny and sparrow: put this on and lay on your room and drink a beer and think about moving and leaving your best friend behind because you love them too much, too romo

chosen family by rina sawayama: 200% a song that should be on the soundtrack of a space western novel to movie adaptation like 'the long way to a small, angry planet' by becky chambers

late bloomer by semler: a goosebump harmonica pop songthinking too hard about gender and sexuality and coming to myself too late and losing out on life by not doing things early enough and finding some sort of bittersweet comfort in this song. a fave

somebody else by lucy daydream: a good writing song bc the vocals are pretty autotuned and the beat is very steady so you can sorta tune it out and get into a good rhythm

thoughtless by monica martin: i really like the bridge and the chorus here. it's very citywalking sounds and life retrospective as the camera swings around you energy

gay in the south by susto: funny to end on this song because it truly is what i have had on repeat. it's the title song for that ults priest kink fic i have been working on forever so its been rolling around in my brain over and over. it's got lovely lyrics and vocals and the string and drums are on point. "they promised us you were going straight // to hell when you die. i know now that hell is nothing but a headspace."

+ bonus bc i do think i have been listening to this more than nearly all the others: concerning hobbits (lord of the rings lofi) by chill astronaut. my go-to for reading lotr and also just chill settling down for a good late night convo w friends/doing dishes with sib

overall, this doesn't seem that accurate but what do i know haha. hope some of you enjoyed or got a suggestion or two!

(no pressure again!) tagging: @hanjisoonie @alexenglish @hungerpunch @somekindofsheepl @viudanegraaa @dirigibleplumbing @lomku @sevenyeargap @welcomingdisaster

[thebonerpit]

I need to talk about Dragon Age Absolution because yeah I’m late to the party but I finally watched it...

First of all, I can’t get over the utter ridiculousness of Hawke failing to kill not one but TWO villains. Like. what the FUCK lmfao. This poor man/woman. And poor Varric too, holy shit. But I am a bit confused because Varric was viscount of Kirkwall at the end of DAI right? Was this already happening and he somehow just didn’t notice?? (There was also some weird timeline fuckery with Hira saying her family was killed by Venatori when she was a small child but now she’s at least 20 and the Venatori didn’t even exist until DAI. DA4 cannot be 15+ years later, that would be bananas.)

I was kind of spoiled for the Meredith reveal but I didn’t know she was fully aware and talking and controlling red lyrium templars?!?!?! I thought she was just gonna be the red crystal and that artifact was going to wake her up but I guess she’s already awake, so maybe it’s to give her a body again? IDK IDK.

Unfortunately I didn’t love Miriam. She’s just the type of character I don’t generally like... kinda 2edgy4u y’know? I mean she’s basically a female Fenris but the difference is we had a whole-ass game to get to know him and see his personality emerge and see him work through his trauma but this entire series was over SO fast that I never felt like I knew her at all. I knew Hira was going to betray them because there was absolutely no fucking way Fairbanks was the real traitor and if you played Inquisition you probably knew that too. It sucks he died but at least he wasn’t a bastard. Oh and speaking of Hira I just find it so funny that she was like “yeah I asked the Inquisition to go WAR with Tevinter and they said NO can you believe?!” and I’m like YES I can believe, what the fuck? Are you kidding me?? You think the Inquisition - who are already being scrutinized and accused of being power hungry and are dealing with mountains of other things - are going to start a war with one of the most powerful nations in Thedas? I have to laugh.

Rezaren had the personality of a piece of wet bread and I was zero percent interested in his whiny shenanigans. Although I do appreciate how he thought that keeping the reanimated corpse of his dead slave around to chat to every now and then was NORMAL. Horrific. I actually really liked Tassia though! Because for almost the entirety of DA we’ve sort of been told that Tevinter templars are weak as kittens and are basically pointless, but Tassia was a certified boss swinging that hammer around. It was weird that we never saw her use any templar abilities though (unless I missed it?) so maybe that is sort of frowned upon in Tevinter.

The real winners here are OBVIOUSLY Lacklon and Roland omg babessssss. Roland was by far my fave character. Optimistic and heroic with just the right amount of sass so he wasn’t boring. Qwydion was... ugh ok I am on the fence with her. There were a lot of parts where I really did like her but imho they just made her a BIT too silly. Like running away screaming from the demons... girl... you’re a badass mage, what the hell was that?!

Anyway overall I give it a solid 7/10. I think I was just so excited to see something new in the DA world again /sobs, so I can overlook some of the faults. I am both terrified and excited for DA4 because I thought we would be mostly dealing with Solas and his bullshit but now we have Meredith + red templars invading Tevinter which is already struggling to repel constant Qunari invasions?? Things are not looking good for Tevinter tbh and if that means something bad happens to Dorian I will RIOT.

[queenofallimagines]

kenma, suga & asahi with a smoll s/o who, unfortunately, can fight & sort of smart but not smart when it comes to school? like they can grip on someone whos trying to punch them and possibly not flinch? then she just,,yeet them off a cliff? then, one second later, shes back to being a sweetheart? in conclusion, s/o thats a sweetheart but can insult you, throw you off a cliff, then act like nothing happened.

This one got lost too😭

Asahi:

- big boy up first

- He is shocked for one

- You’re his sweetheart s/o

- So why are you jacking up someone who insulted him?

- He’s so in shock he can’t even stop you

- He just blue screened

- When the person runs away(as they should)

- You walk over to him and ask him in the sweetest voice if he’s okay

- He is 45% sure you just got possessed

- He’s like okay this was a one time random occurrence it probably won’t happen again

- Wrong

- Someone is making fun of your height?

- You roast them until they cry

- Now that he’s kinda used to you

- He will cry and get you to calm down but he’s scared too Lol

- “B-babe you don’t have to hit them.”

- “You better tell this bitch who I am!”

- He will just sit back and let you do your thing like

- 🙂 and wait til it’s over

- “Did you have to?”

- “Sure did, let’s go get some ice cream babe.”

- He’s used to these mood swings now

Suga:

- sick of y’all not letting suga be chaotic

- He’s right there with Tanaka and noya

- He loves this

- You’re his sweet bæbey s/o

- So when he sees your dtf (down to fight)

- He’s right here with you

- “Come outside we not gon jump you!”

- He will always back you up when you start to square up

- Will hold anything for you

- Shoes

- Jacket

- “You need your life babe?”

- Lmfao he’s got it all

- King shit

- He was a little surprised to see you pop off for the first time

- There regardless tho

- Will tease you afterwards

- “I didn’t know my sweet sugar had that in them”

- Will tease other people with you

- “You better quit playing tsukishima before they come over there and hit you.”

- When they doubt you he is laughing hard asf BC he knows you’re a savage

- Chaotic couple of the year

Kenma:

- he is not surprised at all

- But not that he expected it

- He just

- Doesn’t underestimate people

- He’s very observant so he picks up on your behavior early on

- The clenched fists

- The eye rolls

- The way you look like you gotta day something

- So one day you snap

- And ofc it’s at kuroo

- He’s poking fun at your height (I’m Kenma’s height so🤷🏿‍♂️) and you just gotta go off

- “Ard listen here you giraffe built bitch”

- The whole team is silent BC w o a

- Kenma is trying not to laugh while playing his switch

- “Told you to stop”

[elysianslove]

hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3

hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3

miya atsumu 

i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl they’re dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they won’t be upset if you don’t fit certain previous criteria of theirs 

that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like he’d be convinced it’s fate or something

like he wouldn’t crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl he’d constantly see in the halls and stuff 

and listen! he really was planning on asking you out

except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like he’s never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and he’d keep chickening out every time he saw you

fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boys’ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girls’ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, you’d just take the bus and make due 

the bus isn’t small, but y’all are a lot, so it’s a bit of a mess when you’re climbing on 

somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumu 

pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omg 

imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&

you just smile at him sweetly and say, “i hope it’s okay that i sat here. there’s not really anywhere else.” 

he can’t really speak. no like he really can’t. he’s. starstruck? just completely gone. you’re just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? he’s thanking everything holy

samu smacks him on the head because he still hasn’t replied to you and you’re starting to look a little saddened 

“uh, yeah, yeah, s’fine, yeah.” i’m telling y’all he’s secretly a complete dork. 

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport

his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire time 

so y’all arrive, and you’re about to head off to the girls’ gymnasium when he stops you. you’re kind confused but you don’t stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!

and omg you don’t think you’ve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because they’re in the back just snickering to each other

and finally, he manages to ask, “do you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?” 

it makes you giggle how red his cheeks are 

the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievable 

he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute ago 

just v briefly: y’all are THE couple. you know what i’m talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though he’s really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist

no please don’t think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as he’s doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where he’ll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground

and no! don’t you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until you’re both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something you’ve been trying really hard to perfect —

good bye 🏃🏻‍♀️

miya osamu

okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play once 

your gymnasium, the girls’, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so you’d borrowed the boys’. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you

after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldn’t really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fast 

he was like fuck 😃🔪

you didn’t really share classes with him so it wasn’t too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had wavered 

yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. it’s not that there wasn’t a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anyways 

the entire time he wouldn’t stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect

atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10

he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao 😹

he was not

samu’s generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasn’t. not with his crush he isn’t

so when everyone steps off the bus and he’s like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold

you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, “hey i noticed you staring,” on god he wanted to die.

but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, “no, no, i think it’s very flattering! and i’m hoping it means i get to take you out?” 

cue tsumu’s cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc

samu’s mouth is moving but his brain isn’t really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didn’t say anything else 

this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like he’s not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others

that was the most nervous you’ve ever been but he doesn’t need to know that 

on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and you’re both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that he’ll cook for you one day

it’s a very sweet conversation where you’re both really excited but you’re also a little nervous about it all

again, briefly: if we’re going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you can’t reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.

tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten he’ll make samu think he’s tossing to him then toss to you instead. 

you’d think he’d be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. it’s okay you luv him <3

omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and you’re both munching on some snacks and it’s so serene and your hand is in his and you’re swinging your arms playfully and it’s just so

sigh 

remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband material 

suna rinatarō

with suna, you two briefly knew each other

you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like suna’s not too big on speaking with strangers not because he’s introverted but because he just doesn’t wanna waste his time

he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or exams 

he didn’t know you were on the girl’s volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh

and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH

and then you asked to sit next to him because you’re all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them he’s the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sure 

his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though he’s just exceptionally good at not showing it 

you don’t really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones and 

he offers one to you 

vdhjsdshfkwhhesajkdhksf

ok im good 

you’re a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two don’t talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you

when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on you 

tiny 

minuscule

you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.

the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesn’t wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughout 

middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, ‘you’re really cute,’ while showing you the screen 

you take the phone from him and type back, ‘you’re really pretty.’ 

and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, ‘wanna go out with me?’ 

this time, you don’t take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, “yes.” 

it only shocked him a little a lot

as soon as you’d said that, he relaxes a bit, and as you’re going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream

briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost  and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and there’s that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of

or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talk 

or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and he’s just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how he’s sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and he’s just working diligently at your hair and once he’s done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like “all done babe good luck” 

or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he just 

heart eyes <3

end note; im sobbing im this 🤏🏼 close to losing my mind why are they not REAL 

[kireimarkeu]

Yellow; l.mk

+another repost, one of my favourite works ever. its unfortunate not many liked it... ;-; but im still gonna post it anyways. i did not make any changes to this fic.

summary: a journey where boxer!mark and you start to fall for each other.

5.8k words... it wasn’t supposed to be this long.. sorry guys ):

i changed the title because sunflower reminded me of johnny lmfao! also i know you guys don’t like long fics but istg i didn’t want it to be so long either ;;

warnings: mentions of blood & violence, f words 

+Day 1

The loud cheers were really starting to annoy you. Why did you let your friend drag you here in the first place?

You let out a grumbled sigh when your friend had pulled your hand, leading you closer to the ring. Truthfully, you hated anything that has got to do with blood or violence. You didn’t dare tell your friend that since she told you that she has always wanted to go to an underground match.

People were pushing you around as you struggled to keep your balance. You hold onto your friend’s wrist, to avoid from falling.

Your friend must have noticed your discomfort and leaned towards you, “you okay?”

Shaking your head, you reply, “yeah... this- this is just not my type,”

She pouts, “do you want to leave?”

“No, no, you’ve been waiting for this, let’s just watch the match,” you reply, looking back to the ring. Your friend nodded, looking back front.

The match started within a few minutes, both participants standing on each side started getting closer, waiting for one of them to throw a punch.

“That’s Jung Jaehyun,” your friend says, pointing to the one who had chocolate abs. He had some parts of his black hair dyed a dark green, which really suits him.  

Jaehyun.

He was handsome. Pretty face— really pretty face. However, his neck was filled with tattoos, which gets rid of his cute demeanour. You already knew he was the type to get lots of girls just by doing nothing.

“And that’s Mark Lee,”

Your eyes gazed on the boy with black hair.

Oh. 

He’s cute. He’s really cute. Super cute features. Plump lips, cute cheeks— you just want to pinch. You were surprised why he would be in a ring with such adorable features. You wanted to coo at his ears, why are his ears so cute?

If you were to pick one, you would pick the latter. He’s just your type.

Great, you’re doing it again. Thinking which boys you would choose.

Shaking your thoughts away, you focus on the match.

Jaehyun suddenly throws a punch, to which Mark managed to dodge. Mark suddenly throws a punch, straight to the other boy’s cheekbones.

You let out a gasp, flinching at the sight. Though, the crowd continues to cheer.

In a blink of an eye, Jaehyun has Mark under him, his arm tightening around Mark’s neck.

“Isn’t that dangerous?!” you screech, turning to your friend who was happily watching the match.

“That’s what makes it fun,” your friend winks.

Your mouth was left wide open as you look back at Mark who was struggling to breathe. You notice Mark tapping on Jaehyun’s arm as the latter lets go of his crazy tight grip on the boy.

“This is crazy,” you whisper out.

Despite being absolutely terrified of the scene that had just happened, you wanted to see more.

After a few matches, it was declared Jaehyun had won this time’s match. You actually expected it- seeing how he was slightly more builded than Mark. At the same time, you were disappointed that Mark had lost the match.

The people around you started getting closer, excited by the first match. It was making it hard for you to breathe.

You tap your friend’s shoulder, “I am going to step out for a while,”

“Do you want me to follow?” she asks.

You shake your head, “no, enjoy the rest of the match,”

“Okay, text me if you need anything,” she tells you as you let out a hum and step away from the crowd. You climb the flight of stairs, pushing the tinted glass door open. You take a deep breathe, finally able to breathe fresh air.

You rest your back against the brick walls, fishing out your phone to reply to some texts and scroll through Instagram.

“Hey,”

“Oh, jeez!” you jumped, your hand pressed against your chest, turning to see Mark.

Mark laughs, staring at you in amusement, “weren’t you from inside? I saw you,”

You gulp and nodded, “yeah, yeah I was, I saw you too,”

You scan his features. He had multiple bruises and cuts on his cheekbones and lips. You notice a deep cut on his eyebrow, and a bruise on his neck. You look back up to his eyes.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, pointing to the bruises painting his face.

He chuckles at your question, wiping the blood staining his lips. “Your first time here?”

You nod, your head moving to scan the cuts on his face, “are you going to clean that up?”

“I’m okay,” he reassures you, a small smile playing on his lips, “this is nothing,”

You wince. That was nothing? You would be crying in pain if you had that many cuts and bruises on you.

“Okay,” you whisper.

“I’m Mark,” he says again, “what’s your name, pretty?”

Your face turned a crimson red, “y/n,”

“y/n,” he repeats, the name rolling out of his tongue smoothly, “beautiful name for a beautiful girl,”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, “how many times have you used that phrase, Mark?”

Mark was flustered for a moment, but quickly regain his coolness, “well, as of 3 seconds ago… once?”

He laughs when you grimace at his response, shaking your head in astonishment.

“So, what were you doing in an underground boxing, y/n?” he asks you, “you don’t seem like the type to be around this area,”

“My friend has been dying to come to an underground match and she dragged me with her,” you explain.

He hums, “ah, your friend? She really caught Jaehyun’s eye earlier,”

You smirk, knowing your friend definitely has been crushing on Jaehyun too.

“We should set them up!” you say excitedly.

+Day 15

2 weeks later, you were back at the same place. This time, you weren’t forced, you had begged your friend to bring you again. You would go alone but being alone in a place filled with rowdy men scares you. You knew your friend would agree since she wanted to see Jaehyun too.

“You usually don’t like this type of things, why are you suddenly so excited?” your friend asked, grabbing her bag, while you were tugging on her arm. 

You bit your lip nervously, knowing the exact reason why, but you refuse to tell her. 

***

“You’re back again,” says Mark, looking down at you with a smile plastered on his face.

“Yeah, I just need some break from the chaos at school,” you explain. You were actually doing well in school. Unlike other students, you let out your stress from doing work and projects.

Mark hums as he looks around, “wanna go somewhere quieter?”

“But—” you turn away to find your friend, but she was nowhere to be found.

“She’s talking to Jaehyun,” Mark tells you.

You turn back around, holding your breathe when you see Mark leaning awfully close to your face. When he saw your flustered state, he started smirking, letting out a low chuckle.

“Come,” he says, tugging on your elbow, pulling you out of the crowd. Climbing the familiar stairs, the both of you walked towards an empty playground. The both of you take a seat on the swings.

“It’s kinda scary to be in a playground at night,” you state, looking around the extremely quiet area.

You hear Mark laugh at your statement; you look at him confusingly. “You know what you remind me of?”

You raise your eyebrows.

“A sunflower,” he tells you, making you blush. “Anything with the colour yellow,”

“And why is that Mark?”

He rests his head on the rope of the swings as he stares at you, “You seem like someone who is absolutely cheerful, everyone needs someone like you in their life,”

You smile at his sweet words.

Your eyes gaze on his hands that was wrapped in bandages, blood seeping through them.

“Are your hands okay?” you ask, nodding your chin towards his hands resting on his lap.

He looks down at his hands then back at you, smirking, “why? Did I make you worry?”

You look at him like he was crazy, “of course you did! The guy went pretty hard on you,”

Mark felt embarrassed at that. You came to watch his match twice and he still couldn’t win in front of you.

He looks away from your gaze, “it was nothing,” he murmurs.

You were quiet for a while. You felt guilty for bringing it up, knowing he was already beating himself up for it.

“You did great,” you blurted out, “I came to support you actually,”

“Really?” he chuckles, his gaze still on his shoes.

“Yup, you did so well, I think I should take you out for lunch,” you blurt out without realising. Your eyes widen at what you had just said.

Oh god, why did you say that? Did you have no shame? What if Mark didn’t even feel the same way?

Mark swiftly turns to look at your confused face. Fuck, he just wanted to hug you so bad.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” he asks, an amused grin plastered on his lips.

Oh god. 

You quickly face away from the boy who was staring at you with amusement. “N-no,”

He lets out a defeated sigh, “damn, really? I was hoping it would be a date,”

Oh fuck, he was smooth. 

“Shouldn’t you be asking me out on a date?” you huff.

“Do you want me to ask you out on a date?”

“No! I mean—”

“Y/N, will you go on a date with me?”

+Day 17

The date was originally scheduled in 5 days but Mark was too excited and had asked you to meet slightly earlier, to which you agreed.

This time, Mark wasn’t in a tank top and shorts, he didn’t have cuts on his face or bloody hands wrapped in bandages. He was dressed in a button up and black skinny jeans.

He’s so adorable. 

“What,”

“What?” you look at him weirdly.

“You keep staring at me,” he points out, “do I have something on my face? Or am I too handsome?”

You grimace at his words and threw a fry at him, giggles leaving your lips.

Mark wanted to take you out on a proper expensive date, but he was also a broke college student— just like you. He felt bad about not being able to take you out on a proper date, but you had reassured him that you’d rather eat McDonalds kids meal than eat a $50 meal that is the size of a pea.

“You know,” you start, leaning back on the chair, “If I saw you for the first time, I wouldn’t believe it if you told me you were a boxer,”

“Why?”

You shrug, “you look like a baby to me,” you tell him, “just wanna pinch your cheeks,”

He scoffs, puffing out his chest, “I may look like a baby, but I fight like a man,”

+Day 23

Mark: hey are you coming later

You: where?

Mark: my match you loser

You: I don’t think so :(

You: i have a bunch of work to do :((

Mark: :(

Mark: oky then :/ make sure you rest enough

You:  I will :) don’t worry haha

+Day 25

“I didn’t know Mark had many girl friends,” your friend says.

You raise your eyebrows at that. The both of you weren’t official yet, only at the talking stage. He has never mentioned his friends or his family, but the information had your suspicions growing.

You pretend to not be affected by the words, “how’d you know?”

“You know the day you couldn’t come for his match?” you hum, “I think he invited some girls because they were all hugging and talking,”

You would be lying if you weren’t heartbroken by your friend’s words. However, you have no rights stopping him from seeing his friends. The both of you weren’t a couple.

“Aren’t you guys a couple?”

“No,” you answer with a sharp tone, “it’s his life he can do whatever he wants.”

“You’re not fazed by it?”

“Why would I be?” you murmur, “he’s not mine to begin with.”

+Day 35

Mark: hey :)

Mark: it’s been a while

Mark: I miss you

You: I knw haha

Mark: are you coming for my match tomorrow night?

Mark: no no you have to come tomorrow!!

Mark: ok?

You: hahahah

You: I will oky

You: im finished with my work & all so why not haha

You: but I need you to come get me hehe

You: my friend wont be following so its just me :3

Mark: that’s great!!!

Mark: I’ll send u home too ok

You: oky Markie :3

+Day 36

You had your hands resting on Mark’s face, cleaning up his bloody face. Mark had lost this time round; his opponent was three times your size and had beat Mark down like a pipe.

“I don’t even know why I support you doing this,” you mumble, wiping the blood running down his face, “you make me worry too much,”

“I’m okay.”

You glare up at him. “If you think this is okay then I don’t what’s your definition of the opposite.”

He frowns at you but didn’t say a word.

It took you a good 30 minutes to clean up all of his wounds. You lean away from him, “make sure you rest for a week,”

He hums, staring at you, “thank you,”

You felt bad for being so harsh on him. You reach for his hands, holding it in yours, your thumb stroking the back of his hand.

“Can you take me home now? I’m tired,” you sigh.

Throughout the ride home, you had one of Mark’s hand resting on your lap. You didn’t let go for a second, loving the warm feeling of his hand clasped in yours. Before you knew it, his car stopped infront of your apartment building.

You pout, turning to face him., “I don’t wanna leave yet,”

“Me neither,” he chuckles, “don’t go,”

You lips break into a grin, “you loser,”

He hums.

You unlock the door, ready to open the car door but Marks tug on your hands. You face him. He lifts his free hands, his pointer finger tapping on his cheek.

You snicker at his actions, your pointer and middle finger pushing his cheek away. You stick your tongue out when he pouts at you. You open the car door and left the car, shutting it, turning to face the boy who was still pouting.

“Thanks for today,” you say, “make sure you rest for a week before you start working again,” you reminded him.

Upset that you didn’t kiss him, Mark clicked his tongue and gestured for you to go in.

+Day 40

Your eyebrows furrow when you saw the pictures Mark was tagged in Jaehyun’s photo. You knew this photo was recent from the evident bruises on Mark’s face.

You had already warned him to completely heal for a week before going back to work but why was he so stubborn?

The girls who was surrounding the guy you like didn’t go unnoticed by you. You noticed how he had his arms snake around both girl’s waist.

Shutting your eyes close, you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Is this from today?” you ask your friend, showing her your phone.

Your friend takes a look and nods without hesitation.

A loud and angry groan left your lips. Getting up from the couch, you stomped to your bedroom, shutting the door as you climbed in bed.

God, why was liking a boy so hard?

Tears started rolling down your cheeks. You were so frustrated with Mark. You liked him so much that you hated seeing him being hurt— even if it was something he loves doing.

It wasn’t the first time he was seen surrounded by girls. Although the both of you weren’t in an official relationship, you didn’t enjoy seeing him touching girls. Maybe you were being dramatic with the girls, but did you really want to date someone like him? Someone who could potentially be taken away in a flash?

You sit up, rubbing your eyes with a deep sigh. Everyone deserves a chance, even if he had hurt you.

You turn on your phone to send Mark a text.

You: you went to work today?

It took him less than a minute to respond.

Mark: how’d you know?

You: jaehyun’s Instagram

You: I thought I told you to rest?

Mark: sorry :( it was just a last minute match

You: hm

Mark: but on the bright side, I won this time!

Right. Of course he would win the match when you’re not there to support him.

You: was it fun?

Mark: yeah! Our friends came to support us

You: ohh who?

Mark: just some ex-school friends, you don’t know them haha

You: okay hha

Mark: you’re not angr right? Haha

Mark: angry*

You: no why would I be

You: you’re not my boyfriend so I have no right to be

You: mad

+Day 58

“Hey,” Mark sends you a bitter smile, “you okay? Been a whole year since we last saw each other,”

“It’s been 2 weeks, Mark,” you reply dryly.

Mark pouts and takes a seat next to you, “two weeks too long~”

He leans his head on your shoulder as his gaze on your phone. You turn to him slightly, offering your bubble tea to the male who happily accepts. He rests his hand on the plastic cup and your hand holding the cup, pulling it towards his lips.

You giggle, “you’re so cute, Mark.”

He squints his eyes cutely at you as he continues sipping on your drink. You didn’t complain, you love seeing him all happy.

You clear your throat, earning his attention, “I want to ask you something,”

He tilts his chin upwards, “what’s up?”

You try to think of a way to phrase your words together without sounding possessive.

Mark notices your furrowed eyebrows, he cracks a grin and nudges you with his shoulder, “don’t be so serious, what’s up?”

“Are you going to introduce me to your friends?” you blurted out.

Mark fell silent at your question. He wasn’t annoyed or anything— not at all, he couldn’t ever be mad at you. But it was just so sudden, where was this all coming from?

“I mean- you don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” you explain, “it’s not like I want to,” you laugh awkwardly, looking away from the male.

“N-no,” he stutters out, “it was just so sudden, where is this coming from?”

“I’m sorry,”

“Do you want to meet my friends?” he asks.

“I’m not forcing you,” you state, “it’s just a question- it’s not important,” you mumble the last part.

He let out a chuckle, “I want you to meet my friends,” he says, “but, they just…”

You purse your lips, already expecting the answer. Of course he won’t introduce you to his female friends. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t disappointed, but you couldn’t do anything. you can’t force him into doing something he doesn’t want to.

“I’m sorry,” he sounded sincere, too sincere. It’s weird.

You feign a smile, “It’s okay, but I have to go now,”

He frowns, watching you stand up to grab your bag, “already?”

You nod, “I’ll see you when I see you, I guess,”

Before he could even hug you goodbye, you had already left the bubble tea shop.

+Day 62

You had this habit of overworking yourself whenever you were down. You had drowned yourself in projects and work. The incident that happened a few days ago has left your mind, especially when he hasn’t sent you a single text.

“Hey,” your friend called, you hum in response, although your gaze was still glued on your laptop. “Have you been talking to Mark lately?”

Your fingers freeze at his name. Suddenly you were furious just by hearing his name.

“Why?” you reply crudely.

“He’s been asking me about you. Did something happen?” your friend asks, worried about you.

He’s been asking about you? So he has been thinking about you this whole time? Your heart fluttered a little at the thought. You genuinely liked Mark and it sucked that the both of you were already having arguments even before being a couple.

You bit your lip, turning around to look at your friend, “what did he say?”

Your friend passes you her phone, showing the text message between the two.

Mark: hey, im sorry if im disturbing you but

Mark: is y/n okay?

Mark: we haven’t been texting lately and I thought she needed space so i gave her that

Mark: I just want to know if she’s okay? If shes eating healthily?

Your lips tugged upwards at the text. God, he was so cute. You scroll down a little more to read more texts.

Mark: could you update me everyday on how she’s doing?

Mark: I miss her :/

“He really likes you, you know,” your friend says abruptly.

You pass her phone back, looking up at her.

“I know I’m not officially his and I have no right on stopping him who he should hang out with,” you explain, “but it upsets me seeing how he’s being surrounded by girls every single night,”

Your friend places her hand on your shoulder, her thumb caressing your shoulder comfortingly, “you should talk to him about it.”

She was right. Communication is key. You can’t keep it a secret forever. If it upsets you, then you should voice out.

You were going to talk to him about it.

+Day 67

You were at the underground boxing area again. Mark had texted you to come and support him. You were going to talk to him about it today. After his match. This was the only way that was going to make you feel better.

This time, you were standing near the wall, furthest from the boxing ring. Mark had warned you to stay here because of all the rowdy men crowding the area.

“With your petite size, you are just going to be stepped on,” he had said. 

You locked eyes with Mark who was standing in the ring. You automatically grin at him. Mark struggled to keep a straight face after seeing your adorable smile.

‘Good luck!’ you mouth, lifting your hands to show a thumbs up, then sending a heart to the male.

Mark’s heart flutter just by looking at you. He looks away to keep a straight face. Soon, the match started.

“Hi,”

You swiftly turned to see a handsome male standing next to you. You send him a polite smile before turning back to look at Mark.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I’m just here to support a friend,” you say plainly, your eyes gazing on Mark intently.

“I see,” the man says, “I’m Yuta,”

Does he ever stop talking? You hum, hoping it would stop him from talking to you.

“What’s your name?”

You wanted to roll your eyes at his question. You face the man, “I’m y/n,”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he flirts, winking at you. You grimace at his words. “You’re really pretty,”

You didn’t respond, irked by his presence.

“Do you hate talking or something?” he asks you. He rolls his eyes when you didn’t reply. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t, Yuta,” you sigh.

“Then? Do you hate me or something? Do you hate someone you’ve never met?” he asks you, leaning closer to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Mark saw you talking to the male and was distracted by it, which resulted in him getting punched in the jaw by his opponent.

Loud gasps and whistles filled the room.

You quickly turn to see Mark laying on the ground, getting stepped on by his opponent. Your hands went up to your mouth, watching in horror. Once his opponent was pulled away, you ran to find Mark, but was stopped by Yuta grasping your arm.

“Let go of me!” you shrieked, pushing his arm away, running to find Mark.

You see Mark in the room, holding his jaw painfully while Jaehyun helped him bandage his hand.

“Mark!” you call, running up to him. You instantly hold onto his elbow, scanning his face that was littered with bruises. He had a black eye too.

Mark meets your worried gaze. His eyes held something different— anger and annoyance.

“Are you okay? Are you badly hurt anywhere?” you ask.

The male suddenly pushes your grip off him, looking away from you. Your eyes widen at his actions.

Did you do something wrong?

You look at Jaehyun, hoping he would signal you something— anything. But he only looked away from you guiltily. You frown at the both of them.

“Mark?” he ignores your voice.

You felt your heart clench painfully. You didn’t know what you did wrong for him to treat you this way. A disappointed sigh left your lips as you turn around, leaving the underground boxing match.

You rest your back against the brick walls, you felt tears trail down your cheeks. You came here with Mark and was expecting him to drive you home, so you didn’t bring any money with you.

“Fuck,” you whisper, your fingers wiping the stray tears.

You fish out your phone, unlocking it but only to see a black screen. You harshly pressed on the button multiple times but it wouldn’t turn on. Great, your phone must’ve died. You look around, trying to find someone who could help you out.

“Are you going to get in?” a deep voice says.

You look up to see Mark standing next to his car.

+++++

A shaky sigh left your lips, brushing away the tears that wouldn’t stop leaving your eyes. You look out the window, hoping it would distract you. Another tear rolled down your cheeks.

“Stop crying,” Mark murmurs.

You wanted to scoff at that. How ironic, especially when he was the one who made you cry.

“I’m fucking trying,” you say through gritted teeth.

The car comes to a halt as you see your apartment building outside. However, you didn’t leave his car.

“Did I do something?” you ask. You have been dying to ask the question ever since.

He rolls his eyes, “I don’t know y/n, did you?” he responds sarcastically.

“Can you stop that?!” you shout, turning your body to face him, “Just tell me what I did so I can fucking apologize!”

He scoffs at your words, “who was that man? Openly flirting while I was in a match?”

Your brows knit in confusion. Is he being serious?

“Firstly, I don’t know who the hell that man was, and I was definitely not flirting with him,” you explain, “and secondly, you’re not my boyfriend. So, even if I wanted to flirt, I am allowed to.”

This relationship was starting to get confusing.

“We are in the talking stage!” he shouts, “technically you are mine.”

You laugh at that, “really? I can’t flirt with anyone but you’re out here hugging and touching random girls!”

He becomes quiet, looking away from your intense gaze.

You push your hair back, frustrated. “what now, Mark?”

He looks down at his lap, playing with his fingers. He felt like crying— he never cries. “I don’t think this is working out,” he whispers, voice cracking. “I think we should stop seeing each other,”

You feel your lips tremble, tears threatening to fall again. You close your eyes, the tears falling down your cheeks. Your hands clenched into fists, hoping it would stop you from letting out sobs.

“Okay,” you mutter, “I’m going to go,”

When you reached your apartment, your hand immediately rests on the wall, steadying your balance. You couldn’t even breathe properly as you let out loud sobs. Your heart was beating rapidly from your unsteady breathing.

You felt like you were going to die. You didn’t expect this to hurt so much.

You are going to get through this. You will get through this. 

+Day 83

It has been a few weeks since you had last seen Mark. You had spent most of your time in your room crying your eyes out. If it wasn’t that, you would be sobbing on the couch while your friend would try her best to comfort you.

You didn’t have the energy or appetite to eat. Your friend always made you drink lots of water and would sometimes make a sandwich for you.

Your friend had secretly sent text updates to Mark, but he would just ignore them. He was hurting as much as you were. Just by hearing your name, his heart would clench painfully. Mark had spent most of his time at the ring, taking out his frustration by throwing punches and kicks.

You were washing the dishes since your friend had left to support Jaehyun in the underground match. She had invited you to come with her, but you’d rather stay home, knowing Mark would probably be there.

Your phone started ringing. You let out an annoyed sigh, quickly putting the plate on the rack, then walking over to grab your phone. You answer the call.

“What?” you sigh, “I’m busy cleaning, you know?”

“y/n,” your friend breathes heavily. This was weird. “Can you come here?”

Your eyebrows knit in confusion, “what? Why? What happened?”

“Mark passed out,” she tells you.

Your eyes widen, “w-what?”

“He’s going to be sent to the hospital, you need to come, now,”

+++++

“What room is he in? Is he okay?” you ask, looking at your friend and Jaehyun with wary eyes.

“He’s okay,” Jaehyun says, “he’s in the room,” he nods towards the door.

You had tears threatening to leave your eyes. You couldn’t help but let the tears fall. You felt your body grow weak, you squat down, covering your face with your arms as you let out loud sobs.

It was all your fault. If you hadn’t taken care of him more often, none of this would’ve happened.

Your friend frowns at your state. She bends down and pat your back comfortingly. “Go in,” she persuades, “he has been dying to see you,”

You lift your head to look at her, a small pout on your lips. Your friend wipes your tears with her thumb, smiling at you.

Letting out a soft sigh, you stand up, smoothing your hair and your pants. Walking towards the door, you knock softly before sliding the door open. Mark tilts his head, seeing you walk in quietly with your lips pursed.

He didn’t know what to do. Should he send you a smile? Should he act cold?

When you got closer to him, you scan the state he was in. He had his forehead bandage and his arm in a cast. His lips were busted, a plaster on the bridge of his nose.

“Hey,” you say, voice still raspy from the crying earlier, “what happened?”

He clears his throat and looks away from you. He feels bad making you worried. But at the same time, he didn’t expect you to be here.

“Just a few bruises here and there,” he says.

“Mark.”

“It’s nothing, really!” he exclaims.

You glare at him, “fuck you,” you spit. “I came down here because everyone was so worried about you. I was so worried about you. And now that I’m here, you’re going to tell me it’s nothing?”

Mark was unbelievable. God, why do you like him so much?

His eyes soften at your words. He bit his lip nervously, intimidated by you, he slowly looks up at you, “I just don’t want to worry you,”

You scoff, “your job already worries me, Mark.”

He pouts without even realising. He looks down at his lap guiltily, playing with his fingers.

You felt bad for shouting at him. Letting out a huff, you amble closer.

“You’re okay now, right?” you ask him.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, his gaze glued on his lap.

A pregnant silence fills you two, unsure of what to say to each other. You didn’t want to leave, and Mark doesn’t want you to leave. You bit your lips awkwardly as you look everywhere but Mark.

“I think I’ll leave now,” you say, “I have work to do and I don’t want to… disturb you,”

You stare at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything. disappointment fills you when Mark looks away from your gaze. You turn around, ready to leave the room when Mark calls your name.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, “that day,”

You stop in your tracks, your back facing him. Your grip tightens on your sweatpants.

“Mean what?” you repeat, “you suggested it, Mark,”

“I know,” he breathes, “I regret it,”

You missed Mark. You missed his dumb jokes and his annoying laughter which you loved so much. You turn around to look at him.

“I don’t like seeing you this way, Mark,” you confess, “your job scares me, it worries me,”

“What can I do to make you not worry, y/n?” he asks, eyes widening, “should I stop doing it?”

“That’s not what I meant,” you reply harshly, “if you would actually let me stay by your side, it might ease my worries,”

You step closer to the boy, your hand resting on his cheek. He subconsciously lean against your soft hand.

“I’m sorry for what I said the other day,” he professes, “I..I didn’t mean what I said,”

You take a seat on the chair that was next to his bed, holding onto his hands tightly. “Then, why would you say that Mark?”

“I just—“ he sighs, “I just didn’t want to lose you to someone else, y/n,” he explains, looking up at you, “we weren’t even dating yet! I just knew that I genuinely like you.”

Your heart clench at his words. “I didn’t like seeing you with other girls either,”

“I know,” he huffs, his free hand going up to ruffle his mop of black hair, “I was just stupid,”

Your thumb strokes his hand comfortingly, “It’s okay. It’s all over now,”

“I don’t want to deal with this anymore,” he tells you, “all this, jealousy and possessiveness.”

Is he going to…?

“I have been dying to ask you this question for the longest time,” he continues, “would you like to be my girlfriend?”

[jinkicake]

Meow~

The Third Gym Squad with a s/o who loves cats and has catlike traits/habits.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Hi Anon~~ I hope this is good,,, I kinda wanted to learn more about the catlike traits so I read a few articles about similar traits in humans and cats. That’s why there are traits under each clown because it goes with the scenario I wrote for them..... I hope that makes sense. LOL My friend also loves cats and I think that quirk of hers is really cute!!! 

p.s. I’m updating my masterlist tonight so I won’t be doing any #/sarahtalksshit LMFAO,,, I’ll come back in the morning and check my asks!!! 

WC- 1,903

~~~

Akaashi Keiji

Timeskip Akaashi is literally a cat dad, you can’t tell me he isn’t a cat person 

Please you guys would totally have cats together, you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have like three cats

You two would have the perfect cat family </333

Akaashi would always get you cute little cat accessories,,, if he sees a keychain with a cat he snatches it and gets it for you 

Maybe he would get one for himself because it reminds him of you </3

You might have to fight your cats for Akaashi’s attention,,, be prepared

Akaashi loves when your cats randomly cuddle up to him like when they are in the mood for his attention, he loves that and will happily give them all his affection so yeah.... you are gonna be jealous of some cats that’s for damn sure

He is like here is my love,,, my snuggles and kisses~ 

And you’re standing there in the corner like.... Keiji where is my kisses? 

You’d be the type of s/o who really helps Akaashi relax,,, he feels calm with you and it’s probably because he trusts you so much!!!

Agreeableness

“I want attention, give me attention.” You throw yourself across Akaashi’s lap, already making demands for him to satisfy your needs. Akaashi glances down at you, holding his phone out of the view of your face. He taps the tip of your nose with his finger and smiles while his eyes soften. 

“Hmm, what do you want?” He asks playfully and you turn your nose up at him, Akaashi simply leans down to kiss your cheek. Out of the corner of his eye, his phone starts to go off with a text from Bokuto. “Want to go eat somewhere in Shin Okubo?” 

You take your time to mentally think about it.

“With?” You pause cautiously and Akaashi shows you the text, clearly from his captain. “Omg yeah, let’s go! Do you want to go?” 

Akaashi presses his face into your shoulder, preparing for the mess that goes down whenever you and Bokuto hang out.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.” He smiles and you have a slight feeling that it might be forced. “You guys always have so much fun together.”

“Keiji, are you jealous?” Your mouth falls agape but your boyfriend shakes his head, disagreeing with your question.

“No, but you guys get along really well.” He pouts and you blink at him.

“So you’re jealous?” You ask again and Akaashi refuses it once more.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Maybe.” He sighs and you cheer as you know you’ve won. 

Bokuto Koutarou 

Bokuto is literally a dog, scratch that. He is literally a puppy

He is so energetic, the two of you were like opposites attract

It’s that cute didn’t get along at first but now you can’t get enough of each other and are always seen cuddling type of relationship

I feel like Bokuto and cats would not get along at first either, even your own cats, he would have to become a cat person

He just wants to cuddle them right away and hug them but it’s like Bokuto.... cats don’t really like affection like that

You’d probably break his heart by telling him that

Bokuto wants to show them how much he loves them!!!! He would definitely support you getting cats, he would be soooo excited

When you guys get an apartment and move in together, he will decorate it with cat furniture like a cat clock and cat mugs 

Your favorite things have become his favorite things

Bokuto is a very sweet boyfriend, I’ve said it five million times before,,,, he is very attentive and always takes care of you 

Impulsiveness

“Come on, let’s go out!” Bokuto tugs on your ankle, trying to pull you off the bed. You simply ignore him, rolling your eyes and tossing the blanket over your head. “Please, it’s so nice out.” He begs and pulls you harder causing half your body to fall off the bed.

“No.” You narrow your eyes and climb back onto the bed, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. Bokuto sulks and lays down next to you, throwing an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. 

The two of you lay like there for another hour and Bokuto successfully falls asleep. You internally coo at how cute he is and take a picture of him before placing your phone down beside you. After unwrapping the blanket from around your body, you swing one of your legs over his waist and sit upon his hips.

“Kou,” You lean down and whisper, poking at his cheek gently. “wake up.” Bokuto stirs slightly, not at all giving you the attention you want. “Wake up!” You whine louder this time and lightly pat his cheek. “I want to go out now, Koutarou!” 

Bokuto’s eyes flutter open, he blinks a few times while trying to shake the sleep out of him, and he manages to say one thing.

“Babe, now you want to go out?”

Kuroo Tetsurou 

Truthfully I had been thinking about this one as I was mentally planning out how each mf would react…. Is Kuroo a cat or a dog?

Because when you think about it,,, it’s like duh you dumb bitch he’s a cat but…. But hear me out….. Kuroo would be a FANCY Doberman pincher you know? 

Much like Bokuto, I think he would want to give cats all his love but he knows how they react and how they aren’t very affectionate

Good thing he has you because now,,, you’re going to get double his love because he can’t love on the cats.... Kuroo was already clingy in the first place....

If you get this man a sweater or hoodie with cats on it,, he will wear it proudly like that becomes a staple piece in his fashion

Whenever Kenma looks at him weird Kuroo tells it’s just because he’s jealous he doesn’t have a cat hoodie,,,, Kenma goes quiet because it is true

Kuroo would pick up on some of your traits easily because,,, Kenma. Pudding head is basically a cat, we know. I feel like I always bring up Kenma when I talk about Kuroo and it’s like well duh,,, they’re a package deal 

Kenma literally made Kuroo into the great boyfriend he is

Back to this. Cats sleep a lot, don’t they? Kuroo is always prepared for when you fall asleep in public, whether that be in class or on the train…. My man is prepared with his shoulder ready for you to sleep on 

Kuroo seems to be the type who is aware of his surroundings, especially if it is somebody he cares about…. Cue him growing up with Kenma,,, omg there I go again bringing in Kenma! Therefore,,, he will be oh-so-careful with you </333

Dominance

You narrow your eyes at the group of girls crowding around your boyfriend, the sight makes your blood boil. The way they stare up at him and purposely flirt with him, you can see it all. You try to calm yourself down, take a deep breath while momentarily closing your eyes. When you open them, they are still there. 

Those girls know Kuroo is dating you, everybody does. Yet, they still have the audacity to touch them as freely as they do even while Kuroo uncomfortably pushes them off. 

You stand up straight, rolling your shoulders back as you try to get your temper under control. The dominance is rolling off of you in waves but, when it comes to your boyfriend, you can’t help yourself. With the confidence only a bitch like yourself could have, you walk towards the group and purposely push yourself between Kuroo and the girl next to him. 

You glare at her and place your hand on his chest, staring all of them down as you wait for any of them to say anything. 

“Mmm, that’s what I thought. Now go run along and see if you can find any leftovers that still want you.” The insult flies past your lips and the girls gasp, their mouths falling open before they turn away and leave. Kuroo stares down at you, his eyebrows raised in disbelief and you innocently look back up at him. “What?”

“Nothing, kitten, that was fucking hot."

Tsukishima Kei 

Bruh, Tsukishima is a cat, you’re literally dating a cat

He seems like the more introvert type of cat like the ones who don’t like people and would rather stay home,,,,,

You two are a perfect fit, the judgmental couple that looks down at everyone HAHAH yeah you guys talk a lot of shit

I feel like there might be instances where one of you would try to be spontaneous and suggest going somewhere and then the other would just flame them and say what a terrible idea that is

Tsukishima has never asked if you wanted to go to McDonalds at 2am ever again,,,, you really have to kiss his ego after laughing at him 

You’re probably Tsukishima’s person, obviously if he is dating you, like you’re the only person he puts up with….. besides Yamaguchi,,,, of course

You know how Tsukki loves his little dinos? You love cats and he would probably think that is so fucking cute, is he ever going to tell you that? NO. 

Just know that he is thinking it and whenever he sees a cat he thinks of you and takes a picture of it to send to you because let’s face it. Tsukki is always thinking of you

Are cats sensitive? If they aren’t, let’s pretend they are for my Tsukki is sensitive statement because I am sidebar-ing for a second. That bitch is sensitive okay like you even graze your hand against his thigh and it’s like new ambition unlocked and by ambition,,, that means he wants to fuck you... This has nothing to do with the rest of this but I just wanted to put it out there

Tsukishima is the perfect protective, shit-talking boyfriend and honestly, as much as I say I dislike him…. I really do love him because he is the boyfriend I would want,,,, truly probably one of my top picks to be my boyfriend from the haikyuu clowns

Extraversion

“The losers wanted to know if you want to go to the festival this weekend,” Tsukishima throws out into the air randomly one afternoon. You glance up from your phone, lifting your head up from his chest as you try to guess his reaction. 

“What do you think?” You respond back with your full chest, eager to hear his response. 

“You think I want to go?” He snaps back and you have to refrain from flicking his glasses. 

“Well since you told me a few days before I think I can mentally prepare, can you?” Tsukishima winces at your words, he really does not want to hang out with the other first years this weekend. 

“I guess.” He mumbles and you sigh.

“We don’t have to, they know we keep to ourselves.” You try to remind him but Tsukishima continues to scroll through his phone, not looking at you. 

“That’s true.” You push yourself up and bring your chin to his chest to see what he is typing. He sends Hinata a maybe. “That’s enough socializing for the day.” Tsukishima tosses his phone somewhere else on his bed before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face into your neck.

“Can you imagine if one of us was extroverted?” You joke and your boyfriend lets out an audible groan.

“Don’t paint me such a nightmare.”

~

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For the requests if they are still open: Grain, Mumbo, Iskall and shenanigans :D

me? actually working on the oldest request in my inbox? it’s- well, it’s less likely than you think but in this case i actually did it LMFAO

...

  “Grian?”

  Grian glances up and spots Iskall coming into the clearing, a similar confused expression to his own on their face. “Hey. Did you get a message from Mumbo too?”   “Yeah, telling me to come here. Should’ve known; I can’t believe I don’t have the coordinates memorised by this point. Is he trying to resurrect Hermit Challenges?”

  “Yes I am,” announces Mumbo’s voice from above them.

  Grian and Iskall look up to see Mumbo standing in a tree above them, beaming widely. “Hi, guys. I’m glad you could make it.”

  “What’s going on?” inquires Iskall. “Are you actually bringing Hermit Challenges back?”

  “Yes!”

  Mumbo leaps down from the tree and lands next to his friends, almost falling over in the process, causing Grian to snicker. 

  “But this time, it’s different. This time, we all get the same challenge and whoever completes it first wins.” 

  Iskall frowns. “What, really? You mean we’ll all be doing it together?”

  Mumbo nods happily. “Yup. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

  “For YOU.”

  “What do we win?” Grian asks unexpectedly. “I’ll only do it if I win something valuable, like diamonds.”

  “Diamonds?” Mumbo shakes his head. “Gri, you’d be doing this for fun.” 

  Grian folds his arms and stares his friend in the eye. “My fee is twelve diamonds.” 

  “I’ll give you half a stack of cookies.”

  “Done.”

  “Wait, wait,” protests Iskall. “Don’t sign up for anything if you don’t know what it is. Mumbo, what’s the challenge?”

  “I’ll only tell you if you say you’ll participate,” Mumbo says.

  Iskall glances from him to Grian, before sighing. Their rational brain is telling them very firmly not to do it, but his curiosity and competitiveness are very persuasive. “There’s no entrance fee, is there?”

  “Nope.” 

  “Fine then, I’ll do it.”

  Mumbo beams. “Great! Here’s what you’ll need.”

  He pushes a gold shovel into Grian’s hands, before handing Iskall another. “You’d also better empty your inventories before you go up.”   “Go up?” repeats Iskall. “What do you mean? Mumbo, what are we doing?”

  Mumbo’s grin turns mischievous as he sets up two chests. “Put your stuff and armour away. Keep only your elytra and as many rockets as you have on you.”

  Grian starts shovelling all his stuff into one of the chests. “I have no idea what we’re doing but I love it already.”

  Mumbo waits until his friends are ready before grabbing a gold shovel of his own. “Right, we’re all gonna fly up into the air and try to beat each other to death with shovels.”

  “WOOOOO!” Grian screeches immediately.

  “Wait, WHAT?!” Iskall yelps. 

  “If you touch the ground, you’re out, so conserve your rockets. And if you die, you’re also out, so watch out for your friends’ shovels.”

  “Mumbo, this isn’t Hermit Challenges; this is extreme PvP.”

  “Does that mean you’re chickening out?” asks Grian innocently.

  Iskall glares at him. “No way. I’m gonna smack you in the face with this shovel.”

  “Looking forward to it!”

  “Guys, don’t make this weird,” Mumbo laughs. “Now come on, let’s go!”

  He shoots up into the sky, closely followed by Grian and Iskall.

  Immediately, Grian whacks him in the leg with his golden shovel, causing him to let out a shriek and dart to the side. 

  Grian giggles maliciously. “Hell yeah!”

  While he’s distracted, Iskall swings their shovel at Grian and knocks him out of the sky. Luckily, Grian is able to recover before he hits the ground. 

  The three keep batting each other around with their shovels, using their rockets to dodge and put more force behind their attacks.

  Eventually, Iskall manages to lure Grian lower and then hit him twice in quick succession, finally killing him. 

Grian was slain by iskall85

  Just as Iskall soars upwards to locate Mumbo, their friend appears out of nowhere, swinging his shovel. But the quick-thinking Iskall dives under his swing and pulls up on the other side.

  “Come get me,” they taunt.

  Mumbo swings round and activates another rocket, but Iskall again flies out of the way. They have a plan. 

  Sure enough, Mumbo runs out of rockets within a minute and slowly starts to descend, cursing aloud. 

  But Iskall, who can’t resist having the last laugh, soars down at him from above and slam-dunks him into the ground.

MumboJumbo hit the ground too hard

  On the ground, Grian cheers as Iskall lands next to him and takes a bow. “That was amazing, dude!”

  “Oh, I can’t take all the credit.” Iskall grins at Mumbo, who has respawned a few blocks away. “Thanks, Mumbo, for being so predictable.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Showing up to your own minigame with not enough rockets to see it through.”

  Mumbo pouts. “I wasn’t expecting you two to be so good at it right out the gate.”

  “But it was fun, right?” prompts Grian. 

  After a moment, Mumbo chuckles. “Yeah, it was. I’ll have a headache for the next few hours but yeah, it was a lot of fun.”

  Grian grins. “I’m keeping the shovel, by the way.”

  “No, don’t do that. I need to put it in the Hermit Challenges chest.”

  “Come and get it, then!”

  With that, Grian takes off into the air. 

  Mumbo goes to activate his elytra before realising he has no rockets left. He glances at Iskall, who holds up their hands innocently. “Don’t have any, sorry.”

  They both know Iskall’s lying but Mumbo just sighs. 

  “Also, don’t forget you owe Grian half a stack of cookies,” says Iskall.

  “Oh, darn... Maybe HE’ll forget.” 

  Iskall raises an eyebrow, causing Mumbo to laugh. “Yeah, he doesn’t forget a thing. Ugh, I don’t have the energy for this. I’m going to bed.”

  Iskall laughs. “Well, thanks, dude. Maybe next time, bring some more rockets.”

  Mumbo rolls his eyes, but there’s humour in his expression. 

  “Yeah, yeah.” 

[bokutosworld]

perfect match | miya osamu

a/n: i am so thrilled that haikyuu is back!!! can’t wait to see more of inarizaki and (excuse my bias) osamu!!!! <3 so here’s a very self-indulgent piece in celebration of their comeback haha 

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

wc: 2.6k words of fluff and bit of angst if you squint lmfao.  

summary: in which you and osamu go in circles, walking the fine line between keeping the friendship or taking the leap in your relationship. inspired by the prompts: “It’s you, it’s always been you.”  + “Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

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'for the last time, i am telling you oyakodon cannot be better than katsudon. nothing beats a good crisp, deep-fried pork or chicken over a steaming bowl of rice,' you said, putting your lunch tray on the table with a thud and settling on the bench.

'yeah, sure. but they're basically the same thing,' he slips in the space next to you, placing his food and getting his chopsticks ready. 'they're both donburi meals, only difference is how they're prepared. what matters is they're both delicious.'

taking a spoonful of your meal, you chew fast before deciding to answer back, 'i know that.' you pause to catch your breath, earning a worried glance from osamu as if he telling you to eat slowly. 'but katsudon just ranks superior. end of discussion.'

the both of you, cooped up in your own conversation, were oblivious to the stares and smirks of your friends in the table. atsumu, deciding to be the braver among the peers, cuts through the silence. 'you know, we could hear you bickering from the queue all the way here,' a hint of tease evident in his voice and osamu smacks his twin.

suna perks up, joining the conversation, 'that's like the third discourse they had today, man. and it's only lunchtime.' the rest of the group laughs and shakes their head, as atsumu adds, 'will there ever be a day where we enjoy some peace and the two of you just quietly get along?'

you share a look with osamu who simply shrugs and continues to chomp down (albeit rather cutely) his food. your friends weren't wrong but it's not like you and the boy hated each other's guts. your close friendship with him was comfortable, so much so that the two of you would talk and argue literally about anything. but as always, there were no hard feelings in those moments of disagreements.

it's just the way it has been since the day you met the twins in middle school. they were both kind and took care of you like their little sister. but somehow, you found yourself growing more attached with the quieter twin. there was something about conversing with osamu that made you feel like you can open up to him about anything. he was smart, a good listener, a natural conversationalist that he always had something ready to answer to your quips. he would always indulge whatever topic you brought up and challenge your ideas and beliefs - the latest one being the katsudon versus oyakodon dispute.

you notice the piece of rice stuck in the corner of osamu's mouth, and you were just about to wipe it off when hikari calls out your name. your hand falls limp on your side and you turn to her, 'what's up?'

'are you free this weekend? i was supposed to set up my cousin on a blind date with my co-worker but she just informed me that she can't go. they have exams this week. so,' she purposely dragged on her words, weighing if would consider being the substitute. raising an eyebrow at her, you completed the sentence for her, 'so, you want me to go on the blind date?'

she beamed, clasping her hands together as if she was reciting a prayer. 'please! i will owe you my life, this is a one time thing, i swear! i made him a promise. you know how i hate breaking promises.'

osamu took note of the way you sighed and how your shoulders slumped at your friend's request. you were never one to say no, you always found it difficult with your kind-hearted nature. so it wasn't a surprise to him when you turned and asked, 'we don't have anything planned for this weekend, right?'

truthfully, osamu wanted to say that you did have some sort of hangout planned. he didn't know why he was finding it hard to say no right now, so he was relieved when his brother spoke. 'you should be free, y/n,' swinging his arm around his twin's shoulders, atsumu looked at him and smirked. 'besides, we have a practice match this weekend. we wouldn't be able to do the usual hangout 'til after 6pm.'

this made you exclaim, 'great! you can give that guy my number then!' hikari proceeded to tell you the details - it was happening on saturday. she already arranged for the meetup time and place to be 10 am at the subway station near the park.

as hikari continued to talk to you about your date, osamu couldn't help but listen in on the conversation and take note of the details. he didn't miss the way your eyes lit up at the mention of your date's name - taichi - to which you remarked that it was 'a handsome name.' osamu rolled his eyes at that. lost in his own thoughts and conflicted feelings about your blind date, he wasn't able to control his facial reactions anymore - a slight look of envy and disappointment ghosting over his features and atsumu was enjoying every bit of it.

weekend arrived and to say that you were excited for the blind date was an understatement. you were looking forward to it, the evidence seen in the way you have prepared your outfit (with the help of osamu who you video called last night). as your closest friend, osamu tried his best to be thrilled and happy for you. he knew you have been wanting to experience a first date for a while now. but a feeling was gnawing at him, a feeling that wishes it was him who was taking you out on that weekend. nonetheless, he gave you a pep talk and reminded you to just have fun and be yourself.

so here you are now, standing in the middle of the station and waiting for your date. it wasn't as crowded as you thought it would be so you kept an eye out for taichi. he texted you just before you left, informing that he would be wearing a denim jeans and black jacket. keeping your eyes peeled for a person who fit that description, you see a shadow of a person jogging across the station and a voice calls out your name.

'y/n!!!!' you spot taichi running over to you, he crouches to try to catch his breath when he reaches you. when he's calmed down, he immediately apologizes, 'i am so sorry. have you been waiting long?' you assure him that it's fine and after a few minutes of back-and-forths of apologies and assurances, you two go on your way to your first stop: brunch.

taichi was indeed as handsome as his name initially suggests. he's got a boyish charm to him, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't drawing you in. all throughout the brunch, he proved to be someone who can keep a conversation with you. it was one of your worries that your date would find you boring, but osamu told you would do fine. thankfully, taichi could hold his ground with you, very much like your best friend who can immediately answer your witty quips with his own humorous comebacks. in your mind, the two boys were very much like and you couldn't wait to tell this to osamu.

after eating, he brought you to an aquarium. your genuine excitement made taichi smile as he shared that it was worth an effort asking hikari what you wanted if he could see you exude so much happiness. you made a face and hit him, 'i didn't know you were cheesy. thank you.' he then led you two inside and spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the huge aquarium, in awe of the different fishes and feeling if you were lost in the underwater.

but all good things come to an end. by the time your date ended, it was already 6:33 pm. though it was still early, you had a curfew of 8 pm and taichi offered to accompany you home.

dropping you off at the front gate, he looked at you, hopeful, 'i had a really fun time today. hikari did great by setting me and you up together.' you laughed at this, admitting you've almost forgotten that this was a blind date, 'it's like i've known you forever!' despite the surroundings being dark already, you didn't miss the movement of a shadow just a few blocks away. you had a hunch as to what or who it was, and you couldn't wait to expose them.

'well, i don't want to keep you out any longer,' taichi began saying his goodbye. 'i'll text you when i get home. we should do this again.' your attention was brought back to the boy in front of you and you chuckled, 'don't be a stranger! just text or call me anytime, okay?' taichi began walking back to the main street, and he waved as you shouted your last farewell, 'be careful on the way home.'

when he finally turned to the street, you cleared your throat and called, 'you can come out of your hiding spot now, dumbass.' the person you were referring to sheepishly moved where the light can cast over him, revealing, 'osamu.' he could see the way your eyes glinted with a hint of mischief and he knew he wouldn't be able to escape your interrogation.

you ran up to him and tackled him, poking his sides which made him fall into a fit of laughter. he took your hands to make you stop, 'stop that.'

'how long have you been hiding out there,' you ask osamu. it wasn't impossible to miss the tinge of blush on his cheeks, your question obviously caught him off guard. 'well, osamu? are you gonna answer me or are you just going to keep staring into space?' you wave your hands in front of him, but he quickly gets hold of them and laces his fingers with yours. it was a usual gesture between the two of you, but right now, why did it feel so intimate?

after moments of silence, he speaks up, 'did you have fun on your date?' his eyes boring right into your soul and you swore your heart started beating faster. for some reason, you couldn't answer right away, your voice somehow betraying you at that moment. 'it.. it was nice.'

osamu continued to stare intently, waiting for you to finish. so you went on, 'they're a good person. he's very funny, you'd like him too, you know! he surprised me by taking me to the aquarium,' at this point, you were rambling just to avoid the awkward silence. 'it was so big, osamu! you'd like it there too. and then -'

'will you take me there with you?' now your heart was threatening to beat out of the chest. osamu was rarely serious with you, and right now, you could feel that he wants to say more but he's restraining himself.

you already had an idea of what he was trying to say. the butterflies in your stomach was starting to go wild at the thought. but you wanted to hear it from your best friend himself, so you feigned ignorance, 'what do you mean, osamu?'

the grip on your hands tightens and he pulls you a little closer to him. osamu wants to say that he wishes it was him who saw your smile in the aquarium, who you talked with nonstop in the cafe, who you exchanged stories and laughter with throughout the day. he wants to say that it should have been him who took you out on your first date. all these emotions and words were too much for him, so he takes a deep breath and rests his head on your shoulders instead. perplexed at his actions, you immediately wrap your arms around his waist. 'osamu? are you okay?'

'yeah, let me just stay like this for few minutes.' he buries himself deeper in the crook of your neck, getting lost in your familiar, comforting scent. he knows why he was acting like this and he was screwed. he loves you, but he doesn't want to risk ruining the friendship you have built. after a while, he stands up straight, shooting you his signature smile and ruffles your hair.

'thanks, i was just really tired from the practice match. i guess i missed our number one cheerleader.' he steps away and begins to walk home, but he doesn't get too far when you shout, 'are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you've been dying to ask me?'

he stops in his tracks. this time, you close the distance and he feels your presence behind him. 'come on, osamu. no secrets, right?' at this, his resolve breaks and a dam opens, his unrequited feelings for you finally flowing out in the open. osamu turns around and engulfs you in a warm embrace, and you just know.

'if you wanted to ask me out, you could have just asked me you know,' you tease him. flustered at you what just said, he looks at quizzically, 'how...'

'you're not very subtle, osamu. and the stunt you just pulled tonight basically confirmed you like me too,' you hope he caught your words at the end. because honestly, while being best friends with him has been the best thing to happen in your life. you've always wondered what it feels like to take the next step in your relationship with him.

it takes him a while to register your remarks and when the realization sets, he finally asks, 'since when?' the question was vague, but you knew what he was referring to if the hopeful look in his eyes was anything to go by. so you take a courageous leap, finally crossing that bridge to move to something more. you caress his cheeks, osamu leaning close to the warmth of your hands, 'it's you, osamu. it's always been you.'

he finally closes the gap, bringing your body to his in a tight hug, as if he was afraid to let you go. you stay like that for a few minutes, the passersby cooing at the 'lovely couple' on the street. he pulls away for a quick second, then all of a sudden, he was leaning in. your eyes instinctively shut, waiting for that sensation on your lips, but instead you feel him press a tender kiss on your forehead. he was always a man of few words and through his actions, you know that everything will never be the same again, but it was the kind of change that you have always hoped for.

so when you two go to school the following week, holding hands and finally not bickering in the morning, everyone in your friend group was dumbfounded. again, his twin was the only one brave enough to point out the difference, 'took you guys long enough. congrats, osamu! i knew you had it in you!'

hikari wanted to ask you about taichi, but after the date, the boy has already his expressed gratitude and shared how he felt that your thoughts were occupied by someone. and certainly, looking at you and osamu now - sitting by each other's side in peace and in your own love bubble - it seemed that you have already found your perfect match.

[ushidoux]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - Oikawa x Reader

Summary: You may have fallen for Oikawa on the first date. (~1.1k words)

Warnings: sfw but with suggestion of sex, gender neutral reader, fluff

A/N: I was in my u wu feelings and was listening to a Christmas playlist so here lmfao

Song: Baby, It’s Cold Outside - Idina Menzel & Michael Bublé

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I really can't stay

Baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away

Baby, it's cold outside

This evening has been

Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice

I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice.

--

Your fingers always froze in the winter, right side worse than left, but this evening the chill was tempered by the warmth of Oikawa’s hand holding yours.

Dinner had been surprisingly nice. You had been wary about Oikawa’s intentions from the very beginning, wondering why a notorious playboy would be interested in someone like you over so many others that were either more stunning, more entertaining or at the very least, more receptive than you, but as the date progressed you had found yourself opening up to him.

You wondered if you could account the quickened pace of your heart and the acute awareness of the blood circulating through your arms and legs to the turns you had made around the ice skating rink together, but you knew this excitement was the fact that you were still beside him, wondering whether or not to part.

The two of you stood together in a pregnant silence, waiting for the cab that would take you back to your university’s dorms, while he returned instead to his off-campus apartment. It was excessively apparent from the lack of words between you two despite the animated conversation and laughter just minutes earlier that neither of you wanted to part ways for the night.

But who would speak first? The wolf who obviously just wanted to get you into bed? Or would you offer up your own body as a platter?

You glanced up at Oikawa for a moment to find that his brown eyes had already been softly resting on you.

“D-do you want to come over?” The two of you whispered to each other in unison.

--

The neighbors might think

Baby, it's bad out there

Say, was that a wink?

No cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how

Your eyes are like starlight now

To break this spell

--

“You want to come over?”

Oikawa’s characteristic half-smirk settled on his face, and reflexively you let go of his hand, embarrassed that you had shown evidence of falling for his charm. Intimidated by the mischief you could read in his expression, you backtracked. 

“Actually, it’s a bad idea,” you replied quickly, now clicking open your phone again to check the time. “I have a final in a couple of days and this was already too much of a break.”

“What’s a couple more hours?” Oikawa said now, leaning in to you. He checked his own phone to check the status of your ride. “I don’t mind canceling - your ride won’t be here for another ten minutes anyway so it’s not too out of his way.”

You pursed your lips, hesitantly, and he added:

“Please.”

--

I ought to get home for dinner

Mind if I move in closer?

So it's time for me to cast you aside

What's the sense in hurting my pride?

--

“I can’t, my roommates are waiting for me to study,” you insisted, the warmth now settling on your cheeks as Oikawa pivoted from your side so that he was standing in front of you.

You expected this - of course he had a lot of practice with sudden, purposeful movements like this - but it still startled you when he held both of your hands, urging you to look up at him. 

Despite the fact that you had resisted his attention up until today, you couldn’t deny that in the cold, when backlit by scintillating city lights and when looking at you with a measured but obvious affection, he was almost dazzling.

“___, you had fun today, didn’t you? Let’s not end it here for tonight.”

--

You're very pushy, you know

I'd like to think of it as opportunistic

--

“I won’t sleep with you,” was the first thing you asserted the moment you arrived at his apartment. Oikawa paused for a moment, his hand pausing as he turned the doorknob and he looked at you. For a split second, he looked as though he had been hit, but another smile spread across his face.

“Am I really that type of man to you, ____?”

“Yes,” you said, quickly. He paused again as he opened the door and let it swing open.

“___, I promise I only have the utmost respect for you.”

--

I simply must go

Baby, it's cold outside

So thanks for the show

But, baby, it's cold outside

The welcome has been

How lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

--

Outside was a flurry of powdery snow, accented by the wintry whistle of the January wind, but inside you were warm and cozy in Oikawa’s arms. His lips tasted of hot chocolate and espresso, reminiscent of the eyes that beheld you with enchantment, and you continued to drink deeply of him with soft kisses. You weren’t sure when your intimacy began but you knew in your heart of hearts that you had made the first move. 

Could you blame yourself?

The two of you indulged in each other moments, and moments more, but as hands began to travel south and breaths got heavier and longer and drawn out, you knew things were getting carried away.

Yet before you could reel yourself back, Oikawa pulled back from you first, scrambling off the couch.

“I’ll take you home.”

His voice was a soft mumble, and you could still see lingering desire in his eyes, but he readjusted his clothing and went to the door to get your coat, leaving your heart full and wanting. 

“Tooru,” you uttered as you rose slowly from the couch to watch him.

He smiled, as he brought your coat over and an extra scarf, not unlike the one he wore himself during your date. Wrapping the article around your neck, he smiled, and pecked you softly on the forehead.

“It’s very cold outside, ___. You can return the scarf anytime.”

--

You’ve really been grand

I thrill when I touch your hand

But don’t you see?

How can you do this thing to me?

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow.

Think of my life-long sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied

If you got pneumonia and died.

--

I want to see you again, if that’s alright with you.

Now home, curled up in your own bed with a mug of hot chocolate that tasted like Oikawa’s kisses, you read his text to you and promptly texted back.

I can’t wait to see you again.

[redoqs]

Okay cool! One of my favorite things about reader in sketch is how detailed you write out her thought process! I really like how you switch from the second person to first person perspective you do it really well! I think that aspect makes sketch reader even more enjoyable because ik when it comes to character x reader people tend to focus on writing in either first or second perspective but the way you effortlessly switch between both make the story more interactive imo! Also one of the biggest make or break deals (for me at least) that you absolutely succeeded in is your takes on the daughters! I love how fleshed out they are and how they aren’t just brushed off to the side!! Like the readers interactions with them is always either interesting, intense, or amusing but I love how you can keep is casual as well because they’re friends!! I can keep gushing about that (and the way you write out the readers thought process) because I haven’t seen anyone else approach the reader & daughter dynamics like you have!!

One question I have that I hope is okay with you is what inspired you to have that scene where the reader speaks to Cass about how she’s dealing with her feelings? I thought that was pretty bold considering how Cass is and couldn’t tear my eyes away with their back and forth in that exchange! I also kove how protective Cass is of her family but that scene where she hurt the reader had me like OOOOOOO thank goodness reader is much more calm cuz wow I would have died swinging

Also what’s Dani’s opinions on sexy librarians 👀

~✨it girl✨ anon

This is long, my fault😅

I’m glad you like how detailed I make her thought process! I’ve said this before but the main reason I do that is because reader thinks and overthinks a lot, even with things that she had already found peace with. The switching from second person to first, which is gonna happen more often the longer reader’s issues continue to go untreated, is just something I’ve been playing with and I thought it would be good for the story to showcase reader’s inner monologue and how she’s thinking, if that makes sense. I love doing it and I’m glad it makes the story a bit more interactive! I be trying new things a lot in the story and seeing someone enjoy it is always nice💛💛💛

Also I’m so so glad that you like the daughters portrayal here! I really am. I know that the girls have kind of “set” personalities that the fandom has just agreed with and while I do agree with most of it I wanted to play around with it a bit more and give them more characteristics and traits that any other person may or may not deal with in order to make them a little more real a relatable. For example, I’ve mentioned it at least twice that Bela does have anxiety and experiences panic attacks that she learned how to help herself through with Alcina’s help, which is why Alcina was able to help reader through the one she had in chapter 43. She also is someone who doesn’t love often but when she does it’s quick, something she shares with my Daniela and Alcina actually. Cass is asexual in this story which I haven’t had anyone explicitly state yet in the story because Cass doesn’t know it nor does she know what that means or that there’s even a word for it. I plan on writing a one shot about Cass that describes how she felt over the decades and the toll it took on her to feel a certain way but not know what it meant or what it was called. She also doesn’t have as many anger issues as I’ve seen other people portray her to have but she is very overprotective and also the jealous type, which we’ll get to see later. And Dani is just…Dani lmfao she’s just a goofball who’s actually very insecure, something I wanted to explore in at least one daughter, Dani being the best pick for me. We’ve seen with her thing with Naomi and how it affected her self esteem and ability to talk to Kyrie properly, which again I wanna write another one shot that properly shows that too. It’s also the reason why she didn’t turn into her flies around the twin, just a small detail I put in there for my own amusement and because I thought it made sense. The girl’s storylines of sorts were already planned out way in the beginning of Sketch (except Dani’s, I changed hers as I went along). I couldn’t brush them to the side! They’re important to the story, to Alcina, reader, how castle life works in general, I can’t imagine pushing them to the side or not having them appear for multiple chapters at a time. That being said, I really wish I had done more sister-sister (that would be easy I’m just writing how my sisters and I interact) and Mother-daughter interactions and imma be sure to do this within the next few chapters. I want reader’s relationship with the daughters the veer more towards friendship since that, at least with Sketch, fits their dynamic more. Having reader be a stepmom to the girls wasn’t something that sat right with me because of two things: how I have the daughters interact with reader and reader’s age. Reader’s only 24-25 and if the daughters were human they would be right around the same age bracket so friends is what I’m going for.

This question is more than okay! You mean the argument they had in the armory while “playfully” sword fighting? There was actually a lot that happened during that scene that was left unsaid and was shown. The reason I did this scene the way I did was to showcase a few things: how similar Cass and reader are even if reader had trouble seeing it at first, how close the two have gotten, reader’s various ptsd symptoms, specifically her increase in anger and irritation beginning to rise to the surface, and how Cass only really responds to force, in a sense. Reader even acknowledge that her and Cass were kind of similar in the way they are protective of those they care about but when Cass accused her of downplaying her emotions and refusing to acknowledge them properly? Yeah reader wasn’t with that. Good thing she realized that Cass was right the next chapter. Also, I agree, that was pretty bold for reader to talk to her like that. Imagine if this was early in the story, girlie would’ve been died. Reader spoke to Cass like that for two reasons: one, her being genuinely upset because of Cass bringing up issues that had nothing to do with her in an attempt to hurt reader and two, reader’s ptsd manifesting in a small way. Before her encounter with Miranda, reader would’ve never talked to Cass that was and that scene was supposed to be the start or the first indication of her anger/irritability because reader pre-Miranda would’ve left Cass alone. The problem is that Cass also played on her guilt, which she’s been feeling for the longest and that guilt turned to the anger and frustration she hasn’t had a chance to let out and that resulted in her words. She didn’t tell or scream, it’s gonna take a bit more than that for reader to get truly pissed, but reader’s sort of sarcastic, provoking and condescending attitude was due to the stress of her problems. But it was also what got Cass to open up to her the way she did because, like reader, she doesn’t like to think about her deeper feelings and it takes a bit of probing to get her to spill, though it was easier this time around because Cass was already dealing with her lack of understanding of her sexuality and her feelings for Charlie so she was already vulnerable. Poor Cass. Overall, this scene was a test to see how far reader and Cass have come since chapter 1 and I think there’s been a huge improvement!💀

It’s funny because Dani and I were just talking about this the other day: she thinks sexy librarians are…sexy! She actually said that should would love to meet a specific one someday, one that didn’t order a new prescription before it expired so now she has to wear her glasses until the new prescription comes in. And she wants to [redacted] and [redacted] [redacted]. She loves librarians

[sweettodo]

I’m totally not back with another request lmfao,

ANYWAYS::

Two Words; Butler Levi

butler levi. I am craving.

But like, there gotta be spice. There gotta be flavor. So, what ifff, the readers family was like “no, you’re going to marry them.” and they just want the reader to marry a “perfect” person. And the reader was like “no, i love Levi” “not the butler!” “Yes, the butler” the reader is an adult btw. “You can’t be the butler’s lover” “yes i can, dad was your family’s butler too hUH?” — bye i ate too much fun-dip i need a nap🧍🏻

i’m just imagining this as an actual fanfic. like is there a story where he’s like the boss and put into an arranged marriage bc i love that. he fits the dominant boss role so well.

includes : kissing, swearing

“he’s a nice man, you’ll like him.”

yeah. your mother lied.

the mean, independent, disdainful, he seldom conversed, yet he radiated a painful scream of an argumentative, he seems tense. you could never marry this man, what were your parents thinking?

“i choose happiness, mom.” you project, voice riddled with desperation, practically on your knees begging them to change their minds, “you must let me have a say, i beg you.”

“his father owns most of this city’s infrastructure, and his son is smarter than any man you will ever meet,” you father perks up, standing and brushing his hands against his blazer.

“have you forgotten your years of partying are over? time to settle.”

your privacy is disrupted by the door of your fathers office opening, the all too familiar man walking in with printed papers in his hand, “here, mr. y/l/n, your papers you asked for,” he places the papers in front of your father.

“thanks, levi.”

his eyes stay on you as he waits for your father to dismiss him, your heart pounds out of your chest as his dark eyes bore into you, feeling your face heat up at the intense eye contact.

what you didn’t know, what you were too selfish to notice was your mother; who caught the sensual eye contact, her body stiffening as she could tell this wasn’t just any old glare.

you both had thought you were in the clear, with the sneaky relationship that had been undetected for more than a year, right under your family’s nose, perhaps you got too comfortable.

while you look away, your mother is replaying every interaction she’s seen between you and the butler, the gears in her head turning, face twisting in disgust. your mother was far from dumb, and she knew what she saw, there was absolutely no denying it.

but she remained silent, watching the man leave, with you right behind him, your mother overwhelmed and upset, but remained with your father, perhaps she was just seeing things.

without thinking, you’re following your secret lover towards the living room, he sat on the couch, placing his laptop in his lap to pick up where he left off, working for your father.

you watched him, he was beautiful, face sculpted god-like, you never regretted falling in love with a man your parents would immediately denounce, it was so wrong, but you felt right with him, you felt like you were flying, the way he could make you smile like no other man could before.

he sits there, a few feet from you with his leg crossed over the other, wearing a dark black button up with black slacks, a red tie perfectly tied around his neck, you watched his hands, how they had a few veins taking up towards his arm.

“staring? not very subtle.” your eyes snap towards the man in front of you.

“i know it’s just-”

“leaving now, i’ll be back in a little sweetheart.” your father interrupts, speeding out the door with a briefcase in his hand, waving you off without a second glance.

“wanna take this upstairs?” you mutter, looking at your lap, you knew he’d say yes.

he shuffles, pushing his laptop to the side and rising to his feet, “i thought you’d never ask,”

you travel across the house, levi getting done what he needs to finish before heading up after you, so it doesn’t look suspicious.

without your knowledge, your mother is watching levi get up from the couch, her eyes following him as he heads upstairs, she leaves the kitchen, her nerves jumping as anger consumes her.

levi slips past your door, closing it quietly behind him and instantly grabbing you by your arm, yanking you towards him and pressing your back against the wall beside your door, capturing your lips with his.

your hands cup his cheek as you return the kiss, feeling relieved to finally feel him again, though, this doesn’t last long.

your door swings open, your mother gasping, hand slapped over her mouth as levi jumps back, your eyes widen, heart pounding, “m-mom!” you shout, your hand over your chest from shock.

“what the fuck is this?!” she shrieks, you look at levi for some type of reaction, but he just remains there, deadpanned look on his face, “i need to call your father, now.”

“mom!” you shout once more, she stops in her tracks, “i love levi, not the man i’m forced to marry.”

“you have no choice, you are not to talk to the butler again- levi, get your things and leave.”

“no, levi you stay.” you grab him by the wrist, your chest head hot and throbbing from the yelling back and fourth, “i’m not marrying that excuse of a man, i’m with levi, and if you don’t like it, i’m leaving.”

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COMMANDER LEXA: LONG LIVE THE NEW QUEEN

Fandom: The 100 Pairing: Commander Lexa x Fem!Reader Prompt: N/A Warnings: spoilers for 3x04, angst, death, violence Notes: Y/N = Your Name

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You stood in the town square of Polis, whipping your sword back and forth as part of your last bit of training before the fight. You felt absolutely sick to your stomach thinking about what was about to happen. Your mother Queen Nia, the leader of Azgeda, had challenged Commander Lexa to a fight to the death. However, instead of your mother fighting for herself, she had named you to fight in her honour. Should Lexa win, she would remain in power. Should you win, Azgeda would take over.

Unbeknownst of everyone, you and Lexa were close… extremely close. When your mother had banished you, Lexa had agreed to help you as long as you were to stay far away from her people out of fear that you would betray her and hurt them. Over time Lexa learned to trust you and the two of you had grown closer, developing a relationship.

You knew what you had to do; you knew what your mother was like and even though you had no sense of loyalty to her, you felt you owed your people. Sure you weren’t in charge, but they were your people. If you didn’t win this battle, you’d be letting them all down. Still, thinking about killing Lexa was something you never wanted to have to do.

“Princess Y/N… It is time. Lexa will be coming out shortly.”

You turned around, spotting your mother’s second in command. Nodding, you took a breath. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure you can handle this? Azgeda is counting on you.”

“Are you questioning my capability?” You glared. “Believe me, I want nothing more than for Azgeda to be in charge.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry, Princess.”

“Of course.” You responded, mustering a smile. “Now, why don’t you go find my mother… I’ll be there in a moment.”

Nodding once again, the man made his way over to the crowd surrounding the arena. You watched him idly for a moment before closing your eyes. You’ve got this, Y/N… You told yourself. Feelings don’t matter, your people do.

With that final thought, your attention was stolen by the sound of cheering coming from the arena. You knew Lexa had arrived and now it was your turn to make your way over.

…

Standing in the arena side by side with Lexa facing the stage, you could feel your heart falling into your stomach. Though your expression was as cold as your mother’s heart, Lexa could see right through it; she knew this was killing you, almost as much as it was killing her.

“In single combat there is but one rule. Someone must die today.” Titus spoke, his voice soft yet loud enough for all to hear. “You may begin.”

Looking at Lexa once more, you both made your way over to opposite ends of the arena. You met with one of your people, who handed you a sword. Nodding in appreciation you turned around, spotting Lexa facing away from you.

Just do it. This has to be done… Just get it done as fast as possible.

Rushing towards Lexa, you made your move. Before your sword could come in contact with her body, she quickly drew her own and spun around, blocking it with her own causing you to fly forward as she jumped out of the way. Cheers erupted through the crowd, causing your body to tense for a moment. As Lexa raised her sword, you quickly followed suit, the two of you making your way towards each other. Once again, your swords collided, inching back and forth, closer to each others throats by the second.

As you pushed the sword closer to Lexa, you noticed the panic forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry… I never wanted this.” You mumbled.

Lexa’s eyes met yours for a moment, taking them in. Without warning, Lexa grabbed onto the opposite end of her sword and began pushing with all of her might, pushing you backwards.

You quickly regained your footing, swinging your sword in her direction once again. Lexa swung back before you knocked her to the ground, kicking her sword out of her hands. Quickly catching her breath, Lexa punched you in your leg, causing you to fall to your knees as she tugged your sword from your hands. With a smirk, Lexa made her way over to her own sword, picking it up from the ground.

In a panic you stood to your feet, stepping backwards frantically. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

At the corner of your eye you spotted one of Lexa’s people in the crowd, holding a harpoon. You rushed over, pushing them as you grabbed it from their hands. “Thanks.” You spoke, turning back around to meet Lexa’s gaze.

The two of you approached the centre of the arena, glaring heavily. You both began swinging once again, you managing to knock one of the swords from Lexa’s hand. As she tumbled backwards slightly, you continued you swing, her barley able to keep up. As she lifted her sword once again you took your chance, lifting your leg and delivering a swift kick to her chest causing her to fly backwards, the final sword escaping her grip.

You swung the harpoon around in your hand, walking over to her. “Game over, Lexa…” You spoke, your voice booming. Taking a deep breath, you lifted the harpoon higher, driving it into the ground with every once of strength inside of you. Before you could even take in what was happening, Lexa rolled out from under you, the harpoon hitting just her hair. Delivering a kick to your leg once again, Lexa sent you backwards as she quickly picked herself off the ground.

Both of you stood face to face once again, Lexa without anything to defend herself. You hesitated for a moment, breaking your composure. Lexa took note, using your weakness against you. She charged towards you, catching you off guard and causing you to swing the harpoon around without much direction. In only a mater of seconds Lexa had managed to knock the harpoon from your grip, grabbing it for herself. With the impact you fell to your knees once more.

Lexa eyed you for a moment before grabbing the handle and middle of the harpoon, driving the bar into your chin with such great force your head flew backwards.

With you now lying on the ground, Lexa towering over you, you took a shaky breath.

“Get up!” Your mother yelled from the stage as she stood from her seat. “If you die, you don’t die a princess, you die a coward!”

Lexa watched your mother for a moment before looking back down at you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, shaking your head. “Just get it over with, alright?” You spoke, your voice barley there.

Taking a deep breath, Lexa’s eyes remained on yours. “Jus drein jus daun.” She spoke, lifting the harpoon. You closed your eyes, awaiting the impact. After what felt like an eternity, you heard screams erupt around you.

You slowly opened your eyes, Lexa still towering over you. She smiled lightly, her gaze turning towards the crowd as you sit up, looking around. Your face turns pale as you realize what had happened; your mother remained in her seat, now pinned to it with a harpoon through her chest.

Looking to Lexa, your jaw dropped.

“The queen is dead!” She spoke. “Long live the new queen!”

As cheers began to fill your ears, your eyes remained glued to Lexa. She looked back at you, offering out her hand, which you accepted. Now standing, Lexa looked you in the eyes.

“Don’t ever be sorry…”

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A really old piece (requested) from my really old blog. I totally forgot about this one but I still love it so much. Kinda want to do a mini series for it... Would anyone want that? Also, sorry for the spam for my tagged peeps, I’m just super inspired to write/post and impatient today lmfao Want to send me a request? You can do so HERE. Please remember to note and/or reblog if you enjoyed!!

[caphayzardous]

I don’t feel like I cracked or broke this semester I just like started very low because of the winter depression, and the lockdownz, and then started recovering slightly, but then slowed down, and slowed down, and slowed down...

I’ve been taking so much time off, all I do these days is sleep, eat, go for a walk, and somehow it takes up a whole day. I do spend an amount of time sitting curled up on the floor thinking, ‘I should work’, and probably that nebulous amount of time is where I am losing hours. that and I sleep too much. just the bare minimum existence and I can’t find any heart to work. next week is the first of the final assignments, and then the other three are all within 10 days of that; I have only really started 1 of them, and barely. I don’t want to apply for more extensions (one of them has already been extended) because if I can’t even access ‘stress mode’ productivity NOW then I don’t think an extra week will do anything at all to help me get things done.

I’m not really worried? I’m not stressed? I’m not too sad even, but I am not too good. Very empty. Although I have also cried on like 15 out of the last 21 days (since I turned 25) lmao but there’s been... reasons for most of that. I’m very self conscious of how other people might see my treatment of uni right now, but... I do love it, and I know I did well last semester, I believe I will do well next year... but we’re at uhh let’s see 66 days into the current lockdown, and we’ve passed a total of 250 days in lockdown as a city, so like. idk. I can adapt I can make the best of a situation I can persevere etc etc etc but I think in the last few weeks the tricks and methods just don’t really cut it lmfao.

its so hard to keep working when there’s nothing else, so hard to enjoy walking when it’s the same paths, so hard to manage your days when you also have to book vaccines (which, the process here was basically ‘seagulls fighting for a single chip, but also the seagulls have class disparity’) and then be knocked out with fatigue from said vaccines, and then you also continue to get colds even in lockdown because your immune system is shit, and then you have to go and wait 3 hours in a drive thru testing site - and also, you know what, getting a period every month doesn’t fucking help, I’m going to say it, I’m going to say it. when you’re not having a great time and then every 4 weeks you do that whole charade again it doesn’t HELP, does it.

I kind of feel just like I did in year 12 lmfao, where I thought, ‘I should have dropped out sooner’ lmao and then I had to just stick it out. a bit sunk-cost fallacy you know. but it’s literally week 12, which is the LAST week for half my classes, and I’m like motherfucker I should have trusted my gut and deferred the semester way back when this lockdown dropped, the idea of completing literally every week of a class and then failing the last assignment and having to redo the course is PRETTY BAD LMAO, but I guess it happens and it’s normal. Anyway. I wont fail ‘em, I’m going to get through it. when I chose not to defer I knew that meant I’d be accepting A Bad Semester in terms of grades so like. That’s ok.

The upside is. Once I get the semester over and done with (come what may) I think I will swing up a bit because. I can better enjoy things without this looming over me. I’m already kind of ‘doing whatever I want (within restrictions lmao AKA I am Walking) irresponsibly and dismissing my uni obligations’ but it doesn’t exactly feel good. We’ll be out of lockdown soon which is it’s own terror because the city is going to just accept a new rate of death which feels pretty bad you know lmfao. but lockdown doesn’t work as well here anymore and it will only be less and less effective (people really are tired).

But you know. Might feel nice to be able to do more things. On saturday I saw my best friend for the first time since this lockdown started, since we’re both vax’d now and the like travel limit was upped to 10km a couple weeks ago. Nice that I can see 1 friend now, you know! That was something different and enjoyable! We’re getting more and more days of sun so I can probably shake of the ol’ seasonal affective, which, honestly I’d’ve already shook if it weren’t for uni & lockdown ykwim, so like. etc etc.

here’s to a happy november, soon. lol new dave gahan album in nov too so genuinely excited for that as well hahah, media is not enough to sustain me but I think it will all culminate in a nice month I guess, let me just reach it without my brain dissolving completely, please!!!!