#this is the first game that I’ve ever been able to gush over a lil MORON (affectionate) in public about 🥺

[huni-bii]

Meeting and interacting with fellow Arvio enjoyers…I’m boutta be so insufferable

[kaaytea]

hi :’’) i love ur blog so much!!!! can i request some random fluffy headcanons/lil scenarios of what a relationship with haruichi, ryou, and miyuki would be like? maybe childhood friend for miyuki only? ;v; i just feel like hes the type to go after his childhood friend lol

Falling for a childhood friend

⤷Includes: Ryousuke, Haruichi, Miyuki

Warnings: brief mentions of death, lil bit angsty

A/n: Hello lovely! It makes me so happy to hear you're enjoying the blog 🤧 I've already done dating hcs for both Ryou and Haruichi so I decided to include them in the falling for childhood friend req, I hope you don't mind! Also I don't know what happened with Miyooks, I threw in his mom as a small detail but then it turned slightly angsty

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Ryousuke

Please, Ryou has been introducing you as his s/o since he was 8 years old

You lived across the street from the Kominatos and being the same age as Ryou your parents set up play dates frequently when you were younger

Initially Ryou would tease you alot by tugging on your hair and occasionally shoving you

But when other kids on the street started to bully you and push you around like he did, Ryou defended you with his life

Only he was allowed to bully you 😤

One day he just casually asked you out while lying on the grass in his backyard

You were kids so you didn't fully understand relationships

You liked Ryou, he protected you and was kind so that was enough reasoning for you to accept

You were "dating" the last few years of elementary school

When you started junior high you were a bit confused on if your relationship was actually serious because it began from an innocent question on Ryousuke's part

Was he actually seriously considering you his s/o? Or was this just a silly thing the two of you had kept going for too long?

When you asked him this he looked at you like you'd grown two heads

"I asked you out didn't I?"

"Yes but we were barely 8 at the time. You couldn't have actually been serious."

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't serious. My feelings for you haven't changed, if anything I'm probably more in love with you now then I was then."

"O-Oh"

To prove his point he kissed you on the lips for the first time

(and then he made fun of how flustered you looked)

Anyways

When Ryou told you he was going to Seidou you were heart broken. You were already confirmed to attend a local highschool meaning he'd be in a completely different city from you for the next three years

The last thing Ryousuke wanted was to break up with you. You were probably the only person he had met that he considered as important as his family, it'd be even more painful for the both of you if he broke off your relationship before leaving

You eventually settled on calling each other every night to talk and then Video chat every other Saturday

Ryousuke would sneak off during dinner to avoid his teammates eavesdropping on your conversations

He ended up missing you alot more than he thought he would so he looks forward to your nightly calls all day

He's extremely happy whenever you take the train to Tokyo to watch one of his games

After the game he always meets up with you and sneaks away from the team so you could watch the next game together

He also looks for a secluded area to just hug you for 5 minutes straight because wOW did he miss being able to hold you!

Haruichi

Haruichi was so close with Ryou when they were younger and spent most of his free time following him around so the two of you most likely met at school

Haruichi wasn't the best at putting himself out there to make friends in elementary school. He was a bit too timid to approach anyone so he usually kept to himself or sat with his teacher when the class was given free time

Until one day you just sat down next to him and started talking

He was too shy to tell you to go away and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like having a friend to be with, so he let you pull him over to a different table to draw together

By the end of that day the two of you were inseparable

Haruichi was honestly sO excited to have a friend that wasn't one of Ryou's! Sweet boy went home and told his mom all about you

Fast forward to junior high and you're still best friends

It's actually during junior high that the two of you somehow get even closer as Ryou left to attend Seidou leaving Haruichi alone back home in Kanagawa

The two of you spent almost every free moment you had together and Haruichi started to find a different sort of comfort around you

He doesn't even know what triggered it, he just suddenly realized how cute you looked and ever since then his chest would get all tight and he'd have the constant feeling of butterflies in his stomach when around you

Ironically everyone thought the two of you were already a couple, including his parents who once asked how his date with you was to which he had to stutter out an explanation with a bright red face

In your finale year of junior high, Haruichi decided he had to confess at some point. The uncertainty of where he'd be going for highschool was hanging over him like a nasty rain cloud, and with how he was leaning more and more towards running off to Tokyo each day, he knew he couldn't just leave without telling you how he felt

So one day while the two of you were studying in his room he just couldn't hold it in anymore and told you everything

You immediately told him that you were harboring the same feelings he was and encouraged him to go peruse baseball at Seidou

It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders when you said that. He pulled you into a tight hug and hid his face in you shoulder as he muttered out thank yous

The day Haruichi left for Seidou you could tell he was torn between being disappointed about leaving you and being excited to open a new door of possibilities at the prestigious school

You sent him off with a kiss on the cheek promising to come visit sometime

What Haruichi didn't know is that your "visit" would be happening way sooner than he thought

A few months prior you had sent an application to Seidou and remarkably you were accepted!

Haruichi was significantly gloomy on the first day of classes. For the first time in over 10 years you wouldn't be sitting in the desk in front of his. He didn't think he'd feel so lonely this quickly, but here he was staring out the window desperately wishing you were here to ramble on about a videogame or what your mom had packed in your bento

The look on his face was priceless when you walked into his classroom and pulled a chair up to his desk like you'd usually do

"W-what are you doing here?!"

"I go to school here silly! Anyways, I started a show last night that we HAVE to watch together!"

Unsurprisingly the two of you were still attached at the hip while at Seidou

Although, Ryou seemed to find great pleasure in teasing the both of you now that you were in his proximity. He always took the time to send you knowing smiles or bops on the head when he passed the both of you in the halls

Miyuki

You lived relatively close to Miyuki but knew him more so due to the fact that your father worked at his dad's steel mill

When Miyuki's mom was still around she was always offering to watch you while you parents worked, so the two of you were kind of forced to become friends from your constant presence at his house

Those early days of friendship were spent in the kitchen with Miyuki gushing about baseball, pointing out cool plays and explaining the game to you while his mother cooked you both lunch

He'd also drag you and his mother to a park near by so the two of you could play catch together

(his mom would often have to remind him that sometimes you didn't want to play catch and to let you decide what the two of you should do)

When his mom died you slowly saw the effect it had on him

Miyuki lost the cheerful innocence he carried when he'd explain baseball games in his homes small kitchen. He became a little more closed off; a little less bright

There were days you would stop by to check in on him only to find Kazuya curled up on his bed clutching a scarf his mother had made him to his chest

He didn't cry, not once. Instead your friend became an empty vessel, a shell of what he formally was

Slowly his old cheery attitude would shine occasionally when making jokes or teasing you, a small crack in the calculative demeanor he kept up

Those small appearances of light-hearted behavior were your only reassurance he was still the same little boy you initially knew

Since his mothers death you took it upon yourself to be that little spark of light that seemed to have dimmed inside him

You pulled him to the park to play catch, encouraged him to continue being a catcher, you even helped manage your schools team so you could keep him company

You also became accustomed to carrying band-aids with you. Miyuki was a small kid for his age and had a habit of pissing off his upperclassmen which never ended well

When it came time to choose highschools Miyuki made it clear that you didn't have to follow him to Seidou to keep him company

He was going for baseball, making friends wasn't his top priority anyways

In the end you still went to Seidou with him (which secretly he was very grateful for, he felt better knowing you'd be there for him and vice versa)

I feel like Miyuki would unknowingly have had a crush on you for years but never realized it. He just played it off as you being his childhood friend

you knew him better than he knew himself so of course he'd feel this comforting love towards you!

Boy is his world turned upside down when Kuramochi asks him how long the two of you have been dating

He'd never considered seeing you in a romantic light but now the thoughts of holding you to his chest or kissing your nose WONT. LEAVE.

He becomes very awkward and goes through a mini crisis everytime he sees you

This would go on for a few weeks but everything seemed to peak after the summer tournament

You'd just gotten back with the rest of the managers and immediately went off to find Miyuki

He was in the dinning hall already watching their game against Inashiro when you found him. It was pretty late so the hall was empty asides from the two of you

When you walked over to him he just silently pulled you down to sit on his lap, propping his chin on your shoulder so he could continue reviewing the game. In return you ran your fingers through his hair

Kazuya would never admit he was upset with how the game turned out, but you could tell he was torn up from the outcome

Everything about this moment seemed to make his feelings boil over. He moved his head from your shoulder and stared you down

"I'm in love with you"

"About time you admitted it, dumbass!"

He pinched your side in retaliation, laughing as you slapped his hand away

And then he kissed you ♥️

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Post It's

Pairing: JJ Maybank x You

Summary: JJ and you both work at the hotel. Never meeting each other, you leave notes on the others locker.

Word Count: 1,787

Warning: Fluff that's its tooth rooting.

Note: Knowing that JJ works as a bus boy in the show and seeing how well he looked in episode 5, I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Tumblr was keep messing up as I was writing this so I'm going to post this and throw my phone out of my bedroom window now :) I hope you love it! :)

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"DON'T EAT SOMEONE ELSE'S LUNCH!"

"Or what? ;) - JJ"

"I'll end your whole career. Side note: I found out who ate my PB & Jelly sandwich and it wasn't you so don't get any idea's now. - Y/N"

━━━

JJ bullshit his way through the hiring process. It might not be his dream job, but it was easy. He had to do something when he realized he had to grow and man up. His father didn't teach him that. His the reason.

The small tips he gets from all the older women after he gives them more attention than their husband's - they're either on 'work' call or still playing a game of golf - doesn't hurt. It's adds up quick. He normally buys more groceries for him and John B as an unspoken thank you for letting him basically live with him. Then he treats himself with new weed. He needs it after surrounded by Kooks and playing the part of a little bitch for them.

As soon as he clocks out for the day, he undo the tie harshly. That's another thing he hates about this job - the uniform. White button up long sleeves, black dress pants with black dress shoes. If it's a morning and evening shift, the finish touch is a black vest. For nights, it's a black tie. Even if he is only walking around to give people refills, asking if they're doing fine, and cleaning up afterwards, his hair must look well put together.

He is unbutton his shirt when he stops in front of his locker. He's smiling at the post it on his locker before he even reads it. He knows who it's from.

It started a month ago. Someone left a message taped on the fridge in the break room for everyone to read. He knows he didn't have to, but he wrote down a response on the piece of paper. He wasn't expecting one back. When the front and back got filled up, he started looking for the same name on a locker. He left a post it note.

He reads the newest one on his locker.

"Fun fact of the day: you're reading this. - Y/N"

He rolls his eyes. He pulls it off and opens his locker, grabbing his normal clothes to go change. He adds it to the pile with the others.

JJ decides to stop at use book store. When a co-worker asks him if he is back for extra hours, he says no. He's carrying a shopping bag.

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Your morning doesn't start on a good note. Your mind wakes you up ten minutes after your alarm should've gone off. You didn't plug in the charger all the way last night, so you're phone is at 14%.

Somehow you get to work on time. You notice you forgot your nametag.

At least there's a new post it on your locker.

"Funny. Not. Look inside and thank me later ;) PS. Don't write your new comb on the back of your lock again. - JJ"

You curse at yourself underneath your breath. You start laughing when you read the title of the book he left for you.

"365 Jokes For Kids: A Joke A Day Book."

You put it in your bag and grab your clear water bottle before closing your locker to clock in.

━━━

The giant clock on the wall taunts you. Only ten more minutes until your break and you can finally eat something.

From the dinner-room area a cute blonde starts walking towards you. By his outfit, you can't help to silent pray that he isn't a boy on a vacation and just knows how to look hot as hell all dressed up. Underneath a black vest, the long white button up shows off his muscles and the sleeves are rolled up, which is just another level of attractiveness itself, and his legs look long and firm in the dress pants. It's his hair that got your attention in the first place and now you can't help to watch as he pulls it, running his fingers through it.

Checking out cute guys all day is definitely a perk for you. Sitting behind a desk all day and being first person people see as they walk in, helping them check in or out, and answering calls is not how you wanted to spend your summer.

Last month your dad pulled some strings over a game of golf to land you this job. He sounds like a robot every time he tells you that you need to work your ass off to get the money you deserve. How is this doing that?

You get out of you thoughts when the cute blonde doesn't go in front of the desk. Instead you have to spin your chair sideways. He learns over the pull-up door and does a hand gesture, telling you to come over. You do.

"Hey."

"Hi?" It comes out as a questin since you're confused as to why he is keep looking back at the dinner room. He seems like he is afraid of getting caught. "Can I help with you something?"

"Can you make an announcement? Over the speaker loud enough for all they to hear?" He looks over again and points.

"It all matters about what you want me to say."

"Say that it's hard as fuck for me to do my job when lil Satan's are running around and how great it would be if parents tell them to stop before I do. I can't get written up or life my job because of them."

You try to hide your excitement when you find out he works here. He's not wearing a nametag. You know that it's only bus boys who don't. Briefly, you wonder if he knows JJ.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could but I can't. Parents will come up and start yelling at me that I should keep my mouth shut and thoughts to myself."

He clenches his jaw and mumbles, "yeah. Right, of course."

"When I come back from my lunch, you can-uh everytime you want to lose your shit, look over here, and I'll give you a thumbs up for not killing someone. Especially the kids."

His laugh makes you wish he is JJ.

Someone comes from behind him to release you. He doesn't say anything before walking away.

But later, you lose track on how many times he looks over at you and mouths, "help me".

━━━

The next day on his day off, he gushes over the front desk girl to his friends. "She made me not want to hurt a room of kooks. I think she has superpowers or some shit."

Kiara takes a hint of his blunt. "I'm kinda jealous, not going to lie. What's her name? I need her to tell how she did it after talking to you for only a couple of minutes when I've been your friend for years."

"I don't know. She wasn't wearing a nametag and I forgot to ask." Pope slaps him on the back of the head. "You forgot or worried she wasn't Y/N?"

"Oh my god!" Sarah squeals, "What if the front desk girl is also post it girl?"

JJ chokes on the hit he was taking. "Life doesn't work like that." For me. He thinks to himself. He makes eye contact with John B. Curse him for being able to read him.

"I think it's time to ask Y/N meet up, dude."

━━━

When he walks through the front doors, he catches himself getting upset seeing someone else at the front desk. He still waves and says good morning. On the door of the back room, there's a sign.

"MANDATORY STUFF MEETING WEDNESDAY, IN THE LOBBY AT 6PM"

On the very bottom, he notices Y/N handwriting.

"Looks like we'll finally meet. ♡ - You Know Who"

He kicks the door open.

━━━

He is still thinking about the stupid little heart when a waiter calls him to come over towards the kitchen. "Can you bring this to the front desk?"

"This isn't a drive in restaurant- you know what? I shouldn't be surprised and know not to ask stupid questions." He salutes the waiter and grabs the bag.

He stops dead in his tracks.

The front desk girl is now there, talking on the phone and writing stuff down. When she feels someone looking instantly at her, she looks up. She smiles and gives a small wave.

JJ cringes at himself and tries to not trip over his own two feet. He puts down the bag, and looks at everything and anything but her as he waits for her to finish the call. When she does, he quickly states, "Someone ordered food to get pick-up."

"Ah yes, Mr. Hough. He called saying he was carving for some of the all you can eat bread rolls."

When she says the name, it's like a lightbuld goes over his head as he remembers. He doesn't listen to the rest of what she says.

Before he can ask, the phone is ringing. "I should answer." She smiles and it makes him feel a tug in the corner of his mouth. "See you at the meeting tonight?"

"Yeah. I should go back to working too."

━━━

Your eyes go wide when the cute blondie sits next to you at the same time the manager says the meeting will begin shortly.

"Hey, how are you?" You ask after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"Fine." He splits out.

"Doesn't sound like it." You cross your arms against your chest. He doesn't say anything, only rolls his eyes and takes his red snapback hat off. In the corner of your eye, you watch him pull on the loose trends.

Grabbing your bag off the ground, you open it to see what you can do to pass the time like him.

"Holy shit."

You look up at him, confused. You notice he is staring at the joke book JJ gave to you. With the way he makes eye contact with you, you can tell that he is nervous.

But why would he-

"Oh my god."

"JJ, Y/N." Both of almost get whip flash to look and listen to your manager. "Pay attention please."

━━━

You're going through all the post it's in your locker, dropping some when an arm wraps around you and your boyfriend. He kisses your cheek. "Are you ready?"

"To meet your friends? I'm kinda nervous. But you've told me so much about them that I already feel like I know them."

"Trust me, they'll say the same thing about you. Ignore the names they call you."

━━━

"You're the peanut butter to my jelly. - JJ"

"That's the cheeses thing you have ever said. Say more. - Y/N."

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[readerinsertz]

Omfg I love your reader inserts! Can I get an Alpha! Bokuto Kōtarō x Omega! Fem! Reader? A scenario where Reader-chan goes to Nekoma and is the male volleyball team’s manager, reader chan gets stuck in heat and Bokuto gets jealous of Kuroo trying to help reader-chan? Smut would be nice but it doesn’t have to be fam! Have fun!

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

Genre: Omegaverse AU (Alpha!Bokuto, Omega!Reader)

Word count: 7.4K

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, afab!reader, heat sex, fingering, bokuto being whipped for you, soft sex, biting, doggy, okay maybe not that soft, knots

AN: I made it extra smutty since this was requested a while ago!!

 You could tell before you had fully sat down for Registration that it was going to be a bad day. You had only just woken up on time, having forgotten to plug your phone in last night to recharge, you’d left your lunch at home and didn’t have enough money to buy some at the cafeteria. You forced the fiercest scowl on your face, learnt from fellow Omega Yaku to ward away anyone who wanted to talk to you. You were definitely not in a talking mood.

“You okay, (Name)-chan?” A quiet voice spoke, your aggravation melting away as Kenma asked about your well-being.

“I’m as good as my current circumstances allow me to be,” you told him, pouting as you were forced to remember how horrible your week had been. Due to the harsh rain and living on the first floor, your apartment had been flooded quite badly. Thankfully, the landowner was getting it under control and wouldn’t be charging but you, and the rest of the first floor, had been forced to move out of the building. You had moved into a cheap flat but since you hadn’t had much time to pack, you’d had forgotten a lot of your things. 

“Do you know when you’ll be able to move back in?” Kenma asked, golden eyes worried.

“Hmm, probably not in the next week or two, there’s going to be a lot of renovation from water damage,” you relayed what your landowner had told you when you had rung her earlier.

“What about your,” Kenma’s eyes swept across the class to make sure no one was listening in on your conversation and moved closer to you, “Suppressants?”

In your haste to pack enough clothes, toiletries and technology you didn’t want to get water damaged or stolen, you had forgotten to grab your Suppressor Pills. For pretty much any Omega living in Tokyo, they would have been one of the first things packe. You, however, had gone to a small middle school in the Miyagi Prefecture that had had a very small number of Alphas in attendance. As a result of the limited interactions with the other Designation, you hadn’t really needed Suppressants. When you had chosen to attend Nekoma High in Tokyo, which was bound to have a much greater population of Alphas than your previous school, you had decided it would be best to go onto the medication. The first year of High School had been split between managing the Nekoma Volleyball Team and testing out different types of Suppressants. It had only been at the start of the second year, after almost giving up trying to find medication that worked for you, that you’d finally found Suppressants that didn’t make you feel nauseous or had your moods constantly swinging from high to low. Unfortunately, the few months you’d been on the Suppressants hadn’t been enough for them to be given enough importance that you would remember them in your travel packing list and so you had left them in your flat. Your flat that was currently inaccessible… For the next few weeks.

“Eugh, don’t remind me about that problem! I tried to swing by to grab them but I wasn’t allowed entrance- they said that the water may have damaged the structural integrity of the first floor and it’d be too dangerous for a ‘small Omega to go in’,” your face turned into a nasty frown as you quoted to your fellow Omega what one of the construction workers had told you, “so I’ve not been able to get them. I’ve had to make do by rolling as much Scent Blocker, which I had to buy from the pharmacy ���cuz I forgot that as well, as is physically possible on all my Scent Glands.” Your frown turned into a grimace as you recalled the chicken dance you were forced to do every morning to dry the amount of Scent Blocker applied to your body. 

“Isn’t there anyway you can go buy some more Suppressors? I’m not sure how much longer you’ll remain out of Heat, especially since you’ve been on them for a few months now,” Kenma mused. You just sighed at his suggestion and rested your head on your folded arms on the desk.

Whilst Alphas and Omegas had to first go to their local doctors to discuss going on Suppressors and trailing ones that worked well for them, once they had decided on a Suppressor type they could set up a standing order for that prescription and collect it over the counter at a pharmacy of their choice. As you had had bad reactions to the most common Suppressors, you had been forced to use a type that was produced in smaller batches. A limited number of pharamices stocked those pills and only one was reasonably close. The owner of that pharmacy was an Alpha that still had archaic views on Alphas and Omegas and the roles of each Designation. 

“The Suppressors I’m on aren’t ones that are made in huge quantities. If I go to her and ask for some emergency Suppressors since I’ve left my previous prescription at home, she’d probably spend an hour lecturing me on how all Omegas are unreliable, knot-driven beasts that spend most of their time thinking about Alphas instead of taking their pills. She won’t even listen to my reason!” 

Kenma regarded you with sympathy. Since he was on the most common Suppressant, one you’d had reacted to with severe cramps and vomiting, he couldn’t just give you his and get another month’s worth from a pharmacy that wouldn’t judge. The male’s eyes widened as he thought of a temporary solution and moved to his bag. Struggling for a second, he untied the jumper that his alpha, Kuroo, had given him that morning. 

“Here, it should cover your scent and give other Alphas second thoughts on approaching you.” You smiled your gratitude and quickly pulled it over your head. Unlike many Alpha-Omegan mates, Kuroo and Kenma didn’t mind if their scents weren’t just on their mates- the entire volleyball team were like this- so you’d often been given articles of clothing from Alphas who had mates to ward off any bothersome Alphas. Before you could discuss anything else with Kenma, the teacher walked in and your class fell silent.

Sweat beading along your hairline had you huffing and quickly swiping it away. The sun was blazing down on the gymnasium but the team you managed were dedicated to training and so you had been forced to endure the heat with them. Not that you could say, with all honesty, that you really minded since the Fukurōdani team had come to practise with your team. You looked up just in time to see the Alpha Captain spiking the ball, it bouncing on the shiny floor before Yaku could get to it. Your gaze remained on the third year, taking in how his muscles flexed as he moved around the court. Even though he was on the opposing team, you couldn’t help the smile as he scored another point- or maybe it was because of his cute celebration. 

“Ho, ho, ho, what prey has caught your eyes?” Kuroo asked, sneaking up on you in your brief lapse of attention. He had wanted to sit on the sides and observe his team to locate any big weaknesses in their teamwork or form so wasn’t on the court for the friendly game. Tracing your stare back to where you had been looking at, Kuroo’s smirk widened. “Cute, our lil’ Queen has had her interest piqued. And by a bird, no less- at least it’s a bird of prey. I’m sure he’ll be able to handle your claws.” Kuroo curved his hands to resemble claws and winked at you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his antics.

“Just because we’re members of the Nekoma Volleyball team doesn’t mean we’re literally cats, Kuroo!” You side-eyed him. “I still don’t know why you know the term for a female cat.”

“I’m in Class 5, y’know, a college preparatory class.”

“Yeah, but you’re you! You know the full word of DHA but don’t know that sleeping without those pillows over your head will cure you of your serious bed hair.” You stood on tip-toes to pull at a strand of his black hair. The two of you both jumped apart at the louder than normal sound of a volleyball hitting the floor. Looking over you saw how Bokuto was glowering in your direction, though he seemed to be staring at Kuroo. The cold look he had on his face instantly melted when your eyes met with his and he gave you a beaming grin. You tucked a piece of hair behind your eye and shyly glanced down at the gym floor. Whilst you would have normally sent the male a smile and a wave, Kuroo standing there, no doubt observing you two, had you feeling more timid than usual.

“I’m sure, if you ever get tired of this dancing around each other, you could just go over and declare your want to Court him,” Kuroo spoke, your eyes bulging and heat blooming on your cheeks.

“Kuroo! Oh my God, why-what-would?!” You spluttered out. 

“What?” Kuroo shrugged his shoulders. “I thought you were all about being a progressive Omega. It’s not a bad thing if an Omega starts a Courtship- it’s the twenty-first century after all.” The captain studied you for a few seconds. “If you’re afraid of rejection, I’m sure that won’t happen; you two have been flirting with each other since the end of your first year- how many times has he taken you out for ice cream after a joint practice? Bo is clearly into you, look he’s puffing his chest out for you.” Peeking up you saw that Bokuto was, indeed, puffing his chest up, the action of an Alpha wanting to impress an Omega. 

“Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, watching your own team for errors?” You prompted him. Kuroo narrowed his eyes at you, not liking your stubbornness. He was tired of having to spend ages listening to Bokuto gush about you plus Kenma had told him that you often texted him about the owl-looking captain. It was clear that you both had a lot in common and had great chemistry but you came from a traditional family who would disprove of you, an Omega, making the first move. It also didn’t help that you both went to different schools and were on rival teams- he had barely been able to hold back the first time someone remarked on how close you were to the Fukurōdani team, especially their captain. Since you were similar to Kenma, you wouldn’t want that type of negative attention directed towards you. 

“This isn’t over,” Kuroo warned, pointing a finger at you and turning to head back to the bench. You just laughed and moved to one of the open doors, intent on refilling the team’s water bottles to give to them once the set was over. 

Luckily, when you returned from filling the canteens up, you were greeted with a soaring Bokuto spiking the ball down onto the floor. The sheer power behind the ball forced it through Lev’s block. When both of his feet were on the ground, Bokuto knelt down and punched the air with both fists. The whistle blew as the first set went to Fukurōdani. Bokuto stood up, arms still curled not noticing how you stood in the doorway, transfixed over how his top clung to his frame in such a way that you could see the silhouette of his back muscles. 

As he walked off the court he brought up the hem of his blue shirt, using it to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and revealed part of his six-pack. The simple action had you flustered, hand coming up to fan your face for what seemed like the fifth time in a minute. You had asked a few members sitting on the bench earlier if they had thought it was hot but all had replied with a ‘no’. The air-con and opened doors helped to keep the heat from becoming sweltering yet you still felt like you were trapped in an inferno. Before you could dwell on your sudden heated body, your team was huddling in front of Kuroo on the edge of the court and you jumped back into action.

The box filled with the drink canteens dug painfully into your hip as you shuffled to where the sweaty players were gathered. In your peripheral vision, you saw a flash of white dart forward and what sounded like the start of your name being yelled before Kuroo sauntered over and grabbed the heavy box from your grip. Normally, you would have spat at him that you could manage. Instead, you gladly handed the crate over your arms feeling both weak and heavy simultaneously.

“You okay?” The Alpha asked, worry flitting through his face as he took your flushed appearance in and how you leant on him slightly. His eyes did a quick sweep over the gym to see if there were any Alphas loitering- there had been a few occasions where a knit of brave, or dumb,  Alphas had turned up during practice to flirt with the Omegas on the team- but stopped at the pouting Bokuto. Akaashi was holding the back of his shirt to stop him from doing whatever the captain wanted to do. Judging by how his body was tilted in your direction, Kuroo assumed the Alpha was jealous of how close you were standing to him. Kuroo didn’t take it to heart that Bokuto, in his obvious attraction towards you, thought of him as a rival even though Kuroo had his own mate. He was an Alpha too and occasionally found himself growling low when he saw another Alpha near Kenma.

“I…I feel a bit faint,” you muttered, bringing his attention back to you. Frowning and handing the drink box to his Beta, Kai, he brought the back of his hand to your forehead and felt your temperature. 

“You’ve got a bit of a fever,” Kuroo muttered, hand sweeping to check your cheeks. There was a loud shout and the sound of heavy footsteps before Bokuto was next to you.

“Are you okay, (Name)-chan? Do you need to go to the infirmary?” The captain bombarded you with questions, fretting over your weak body. By this point, most of the team members had noticed your situation and were looking in your direction, Bokuto’s loud voice not helping. Your cheeks just burnt more at the extra attention. 

“I’m f-fine, Bo-kun.” You didn’t see how he lit up at the nickname, chest puffing out instinctively. “It’s probably because I haven’t had much to eat, I left my lunch at home,” you sheepishly admitted. Immediately, you heard the chirping sounds of several Alphas, an instinctive response to situations where harm could or had occurred to an Omega- the team still teased Lev over the time he had spent five minutes chirping and cuddling Yaku when his mate had gotten a paper cut. 

“(Name)-chan, that’s bad for your health,” Kuroo gently chided. Seeing that the teams were beginning to get agitated from sensing an Omega in distress, Kuroo ordered Kai to lead Nekoma’s team back onto court whilst he dealt with you, hoping that the Fukurōdani team would follow suit. Thankfully, the males fell back into place on court though Bokuto remained by your side, waving off his teammates’ questions. 

Kuroo led you to the locker rooms, knowing you wouldn’t be a fan of the attention. It was an indicator as to how out of it you were when you didn’t protest as Bokuto’s arm wrapped around your waist to help support you. You leaning into the other captain’s touch had the messy haired male raising his eyebrow but not saying anything. Kuroo instead focused on rummaging through his locker to find the spare snacks he kept there. You laid on the floor, half of your body on Bokuto as he propped you up whilst leaning his back on the wall. When Kuroo turned back, brandishing the packaged food, he noticed the white with black and gold striped jacket that your lower half was sat on; he couldn’t help but smirk at how the other Alpha’s attempts to keep you as comfortable and off the cold, hard ground as possible. 

“Here, (Name)-chan, I’ve got some food. You should’ve told me about your lack of lunch, I’d have happily shared my bento,” Kuroo gently scolded. Bokuto growled deep in his chest, arms flexing around you to pull your back closer to his chest at Kuroo’s words. Even in jest, it was a bad idea to insult the mate of an Alpha, or an Omega as Kuroo came to find out when Kenma jumped onto a female Beta for insulting his mate’s unruly hair. 

Kuroo opened the wrapper to prevent a fight. A conflict with his friend was not going to help you at all. As his Alpha was howling at him to help an Omega in distress, one, who though not his mate, was a member of his Pack, Kuroo didn’t think before he held the dry cracker up to your lips. 

Before your lips could even open to accept the food, a hiss came from Bokuto, his eyes almost glowing in the state he was. 

“Bo! She needs food, calm yourself!” Kuroo snapped at his friend. He could see your body respond to the aggression that was coming from the two males. The feline captain knew that Bo wanted you to be his mate but had thought that, since you were in his Pack, the other Alpha would be respectful enough to let Kuroo help you. At the very least, he had assumed that Bokuto would swallow his instincts if only to make you feel better quicker.

A whimper left your lips, your eyes scrunching at the fire that was flooding through your body. Immediately, you had both Alphas’ attention on. You wiggled in Bokuto’s lap, the male groaning at the feeling as your weak hands tried to pull off your tracksuit jacket. A more pathetic whine fell from your lips when you were unable to pull the zip down. The Alpha you were in the arms of being to cluck to comfort you. 

“Off, puh-lease,” you moaned out, just having enough function over your hands to tug on your jacket. Instantly, Bokuto was unzipping the clothing but stilled when the zipper was almost at the end. 

“Are you sure, (Name)-chan?” He asked, uncertainty dancing through his eyes. Even now, he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You nodded your head violently, regretting it when the action made the room swim. With as much care as he could, Bokuto took off the offending material. The moan you let out once the air met your flushed skin had both males blushing. Deciding that just having your jacket off wasn’t enough to cool you down, you pulled your black undertop as high as possible, the edges of your bra just peeking out. Bokuto swallowed and forced his gaze away from your stunning body

The owl-like captain clenched his jaws shut, eyes scrunched closed as he tried his hardest to reign his inner Alpha in. He didn’t understand why he was responding so intensely to Kuroo or you; he had been around you many times before and had had to witness your Pack cuddle you but had learnt to restrain himself. The saccharine scent that wafted into his nose had Bokuto’s eyes flying open. From your previous year testing out Suppressants, he had become accustomed to your lavender scent, though it had become diluted from your medicine. But now, it was a lot stronger than he had ever smelt.

“I… I think she’s… she’s in Heat,” Bokuto informed Kuroo.

“That’s impossible, she’s on Suppressants,” Kuroo told him, staring only at your flushed form. You had a light sheen of sweat on the skin bared to the air and you were panting. Heat would also explain your sudden spike in temperature. “Unless…. Shit!”

“What?” Bokuto asked, cradling you as gently as he could and cooing down at you when you whimpered in pain. Without thinking, one of his large hands slid over your shirt to rest on your right side, rubbing circles into the flesh. It calmed you down, your eyes sliding closed and your body turned to lay chest to chest with Bokuto. 

“Her apartment got flooded last week, she had to vacate it. (Name)-chan forgot to pack her Suppressants. She told us she was going to go back and get them yesterday but obviously she wasn’t able to,” Kuroo spoke softly, taking your appearance  in. He ignored Bokuto’s warning grumble, the male stroking your head to try and ease your pain. “Stop breathing her scent in!”

“I can’t help it!” Bokuto whined, nose pressed into the crown of your head. “She smells so good.”

Kuroo sighed, hand brushing through his black hair as he tried thinking of something. From the brief glimpse he had got, your pupils were extremely dilated and you had stopped responding to them in anything other than monosyllabic noises or through your body. 

“Did she come into school in Pre-Heat?” Bokuto’s voice was almost feral as he pictured all the Alphas leering at you. You mewled in his arms, worming your face into the crook of his neck.

“Bo, you really need to try and control yourself, she’s mainly reacting to you.” As he was already mated and your Pack Leader, your body was, at the bare minimum, not reacting to his Alpha scent. If your sudden Heat got too bad, you might start actively rejecting him since he wasn’t a viable Heat Mate.

A Heat, or Rut, Mate was typically an Alpha or Omega that stayed with another Omega or Alpha, helping them with their Heat/Rut but wasn’t their actual Mate. Heat/Rut Mates were becoming increasingly more popular, especially to the younger generations, as society changed with its civillisation’s evolving perceptions of Alphas and Omegas. This allowed Omegas and Alphas to not go through as many Heats/Ruts in as much pain without having to first find their Mate. 

“Does she have a Rut Mate?” Bokuto wheezed out. The look on his face betrayed his fear that you did have someone to help you through this intimate time. Kuroo knew that, if you did, Bokuto would let you go to them even if it would pain him.

“No,” Kuroo shook his head, eyes wandering around the room. Thankfully, all the doors and windows were shut so your scent would remain locked in the changing rooms for about another half hour. 

“We’re gun’ hafta…. Hafta move her to a… Heat Room,” Bokuto grunted out, losing himself to your enticing scent. Heat Rooms were rooms found in almost all buildings from schools, workplaces and even in some shops which were completely sound and scent proof with locks on either side to prevent Alphas, or Omegas if it was a Rut Room, from getting in and mating with the in-Heat Omega or in-Rut Alphas. 

“There’s one on the other side of the sports field,” Kuroo told him. He stood up to peer out the window. “I can’t see any Alphas out there so I think her scent has been contained so far.” He moved towards you but halted when Bokuto growled a warning at him, eyes flashing. By now your slick had made your pants completely wet, your skirt dampening as your body continued to produce it, the short material not fully hiding the sweet smelling fluids that had stuck to the back of your thighs. 

“Did you hear that, sweet ‘Mega, we’re gunna… get you to a…a Heat Room,” Bokuto whispered to you, still struggling to control himself with your scent rolling over him. He trailed a hand fervently along your cheek, heart swelling when you turned your face to nuzzle into it, eyes opening to stare up into his.

“Alpha…please,” you begged, rubbing your thighs together to try and quench the need you felt. Kuroo turned, reaching out to you in order to take you from his friend to carry you to Nekoma’s Heat Room. To his surprise, he saw you extend your arms in Bokuto’s direction. 

Although it wasn’t under the best circumstances, Kuroo knew that this could be the push you two needed to get together. He forced his Alpha down, the animal inside of him ordering him to go and protect an Omega in his Pack, and turned to stare down at Bokuto. “She’s chosen you.” He hoped that Bokuto would understand what Kuroo was implying but by the grim determination that flitted through his face had Kuroo almost growling. Whilst it was admirable that Bokuto was silencing his Alpha and the black haired male knew that he could trust the other to get you safely to the Heat Room, Kuroo was sure that Bokuto would resist all your temptations and it would end with you two dancing around each other once again.

With little effort, Bokuto scooped you up, his arms also picking up his jacket that you had been sat on. Without even looking at it fully, he could tell it was sodden with your slick. Once you were securely tucked into his chest, the Alpha sending a small cluck to tell you it was all going to be okay, he strode out of the room. The feeling of the sun’s rays directly on your skin had a quiet whine falling from your lips. Bokuto hushed you, maneuvering you so that he held you with one arm, freeing his other hand so he could pull your top down and his sports jacket around your arms to protect you from the additional heat.

You don’t really pay attention to the walk to the Heat Room; there might have been a time or two where the Alpha carrying you stopped and growled at something or someone but you weren’t fully conscious of his actions. By the time he had reached the small building which would secure the Omegas and Alphas, you had begun to beg under your breath for him to take you. Him gripping the flesh of your legs and sides was the only response he gave you to your pleas.

The Beta nurse stationed at the Heat/Rut Room jumped up from the desk and took charge, ordering Bokuto to place you into one of the free rooms. He swiftly moved around your sweating figure, checking your vitals and asking questions to the Alpha that stood by your side, hand holding yours as he answered to the best of his ability. He watched on as the nurse managed to coax you to drink a full bottle of water and take a few bites of a Heat Bar- snacks packed with as much nutrients as possible to help an Omega through their Heat. When he deemed you as stable as he could get you to be, the Nurse moved to the entrance of the room, gesturing for Bokuto to follow him. The ace did so unwillingly, keeping his hand wrapped around yours for as long as possible. When you made a noise of protest, he stopped and pressed a kiss to the back of your knuckles, promising to be by your side as quickly as possible.

“You’ll have to get her to drink a full bottle of water once every thirty minutes. A Heat Bar should be consumed about once an hour. From what I’ve gathered, this is just a Flash Heat- normally when an Omega suddenly goes off their Suppressants they can get a Flash Heat. It’s not an actual Heat as it doesn’t last as long and while it does have similar symptoms, they’re not to the extremes that an actual Heat can produce.” The Nurse didn’t give Bokuto any time to respond, leaving the Alpha to stand there and nod dumbly. “I’m assuming that you’re on Rut Suppressors; you’re under twenty, so your sperm isn’t potent but use these anyways,” the Nurse thrusted a handful of condoms into Bokuto’s arms, ones specially designed to accommodate an Alpha’s knot. “I would predict her Flash-Heat should end in probably three or four hours so you won’t have to spend the night here. Just make sure she’s as hydrated as possible and also be ready to explain this when her Flash Heat does end, she’s probably going to be very disorientated.” The Nurse looked at Bokuto, an eyebrow raised when the Alpha made no move to go to the Omega in the room. “Aren’t you going to tend to your Mate?” 

“Ah, no, I’m not her Mate!” Bokuto yelped. “Not that I wouldn’t want to be her mate, I’d love to be her Mate, but she’s not mine.”

“Right. Look, there’s an Omega in a Flash Heat in that room who is quite clearly calling for you. Her symptoms are pretty extreme for a Flash Heat, the only reason why this one so closely resembles an actual Heat is because her Mate must have been around her.” The Nurse nudged Bokuto towards the room, nodding at the unsure Alpha. With a final explanation on how to lock the door from the inside, the nurse closed the door.

The strong scent of the forest and mint had your eyes opening to see Bokuto at the foot of your bed. Everything the nurse had done to stabilise you had worked and you were more coherent; if you wanted to, you could just spend the entire time just wrapped in the Alpha’s arms as his scent would be enough to keep you settled. The Nurse had advised it would be best to mate with him at least once to flush the Heat completely out of your system. Recollections of him looking after you came back to you and, as your Omega preened at how such a strong Alpha had helped you when you were unable to look after yourself, you knew you couldn’t deny her any longer. Just seeing Bokuto there had slick dripping from your hole. You saw how the Alpha gulped as you opened your legs, allowing the scent of slick to spread to him.

“(N-Name)-chan,” Bokuto began, eyes never leaving the wet spot on your pants. 

“Please, Alpha,” you begged. “Need you.”

In a trance, Bokuto walked over, his hand trailing softly along the skin of your leg as he climbed onto the bed and knelt over you. The skin where he had traced both cooled at his touch but was also set alight at the Alpha’s caress. Your thighs fall open to give him more room yet Bokuto’s hands remained fisted in the bed sheets on either side of your hips. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop, ‘Mega,” Bokuto breathed quietly, licking his lips as he saw how his voice affected you.

“Please don’t. Never stop, my Alpha.” The words broke through his restraints and the captain closed the gap between your lips. Your lips met in a frenzied manner, lips parting to let his tongue into your mouth. Your hands moved up his chest to tangle into his hair to pull him even closer. A growl left Bokuto’s lips as he dominated the kiss, drawing back to pepper kisses down your jaw. When his lips came to where your neck met your shoulder, Bokuto began to kiss the area, dragging his sharp teeth over the skin to leave it marked and you keening. As much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to claim you fully with a Mating Bite when you were in the middle of a Heat. 

“Wish we could be d-doing this under better c-circumstances,” Bokuto told you, hands never stopping roaming your curves as if to reassure him that this was really happening.

Urgently, you tugged at the white hair at the base of his neck to guide him back up to your lips. Your tongues met in a dance of passion and when Bokuto pulled back, your teeth nipped his bottom lip to show your displeasure.

“Now, now, pretty Omega, behave,” Bokuto ordered, large hands squeezing your hips to drive his point across. You were unable to prevent your hips from bucking against him, your clothed arousal rubbing over the tent in his shorts and forcing a feral growl from him.

“You smell so fucking good,” Bokuto praised, words pouring out of his lips now that he no longer had to fight against his Alpha instincts. His hands pulled your shirt off of you, taking a few seconds to understand how your bra unhooked before it was sent flying to the floor in a similar fashion to your top. Immediately, his hands were cupping your breasts, pressing kisses to one nipple whilst his hand toyed with the other one. Bokuto’s calloused fingers had your head tossing back as he rolled your nipple between his volleyball-toughened fingers. At the sound of your gasp, Bokuto moved his head from where he was creating a hickey just below your left breast, directly over your heart, to ask you what was wrong.

“Sorry, my hands are really rough. I don’t want to hurt you,” the Alpha apologised, taking his hands off of your soft body to stare dejectedly at hands he deemed unworthy to touch you with.  You grabbed them, bringing one to your breast and pushing the other one under your skirt.

“I want to feel your fingers on my clit and curling against my walls until I’m hoarse from screaming your name, Alpha,” you whispered against his lips. You were answered with an unhinged growl. Bokuto’s eyes began to glow gold as he stopped trying to control his Alpha instincts.

His face lowered to your neck and began to leave love bites from the column of your neck to your breast, heaving as you tried to regain your breath. The sharp pricks from his teeth and how his lips kissed the marks better, switching to sucking hickeys into your flesh every so often had loud moans falling from your lips. Desperately, your hands bunched the fabric of his shirt and tugged harshly on it, making it clear you want it off. Complying with your non-verbal command, Bokuto leant back long enough to rip the shirt off his chest before bending back down and placing a kiss on your right left collar bone in response to your whine at the sudden distance. Bokuto couldn’t help the slight huff of amusement as he saw how badly you needed him to be close to you. 

Your breath hitched when you felt the Alpha’s finger press against the damp spot on your pants. The spike of pleasure as his hands brushed your clit had your fingers dragged down his broad back, fingernails leaving pink lines on the skin. Bokuto growled in his chest as he felt how wet you were from his ministrations.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Bokuto cursed as he felt your arousal. 

“Please, touch me,” you begged him, fingers curling into his biceps.

“I am touching you,” Bokuto smirked, pressing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Don’t tease me, not like Kuroo-kun.” Saying the other Alpha’s name was a mistake as the Fukurōdani’s captain ripped your pants off and threw them over his shoulder. Your cry of his name turned into a moan as two of his fingers immediately went to circling your swollen clit. The pleasure had your eyes rolling back and offering your hips up for more. Bokuto pressed his fingers down, gathering your slick in his fingers then pulled his hand away; he hushed you gently when you let out a whine of displeasure but was busy staring at his fingers that were spread apart, your slick clinging to his fingers. 

“Look at this, so wet, ‘Mega. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” You moaned at his promise and wrapped your legs around his waist to try and persuade him to hurry up.

“Patience, (Name)-chan,” Bokuto chided. He sighed then added, “I really want to go down on you, oh, what a sight you’d be as I eat you out- your thighs tight around my head and my arms pinning your hips down onto the bed so I can pleasure you how you deserve.” You felt even more slick gush out of your needy hole at his words. “But, more than anything, I want you to feel better so we’ll leave that ‘till after you’re out of this Heat, how about that?”

Before you could answer him, Bokuto pushed two thoroughly slick-covered fingers into your pussy. You both groaned as he began to pump his fingers in and out, curling his fingers so the pads massaged that spot that had your thighs shaking. Cautiously, he added a third finger, keeping his eyes on your face to know if you were in pain. When you only wiggled your hips to encourage him to continue, he began to move them in and out again to make sure you were properly ready for his cock. 

“Alpha, p-please, need your knot,” you babbled, nails scratching from his shoulders to his elbows at the pleasure. Thankfully, Bokuto just wanted to make you happy so quickly complied. Within a few seconds he had shimmied your skirt down to your ankles and guided you to turn over onto your hands and knees into the Mating Position. After a few seconds of nothing, you swivelled your head to see him pulling his shirt over his broad shoulders and push his shorts down enough to free his erection. One of his big hands traced up your thigh, taking a second to grab one of your butt-cheeks in his hands, rumbling at how it fit perfectly in his hand. The non-verbal praise had you blushing and bending your spine to push your ass into the air more. When nothing else happened, the Alpha lost in a daze as he admired your pose, you wiggled your hips to make him move. A second later, his hand came down to softly spank your rear, though with not nearly the same power as his spikes as he didn’t want to hurt his Mate, telling you to behave. 

“(Name)-chan, one last time. Do you want this to happen?” 

“Yes, Bo-kun, I want you, wanted you for the longest time. Please, please give me your knot- I need it, please.” The Alpha scrambled to rip open the condom package and pulled it over his hard dick, cutting off your pleas as he pushed his length into you. Your head dipped back as you finally felt full, Bokuto pressing his forehead against your shoulder blades, similarly affected. Bokuto stayed still for a few moments, wanting for you to be fully adjusted to his size and girth before he started to really move.

“Ready?” The white-haired male asked as he brought his right hand closer to your own hand spread out on the bed sheet. Bokuto slid his fingers between yours to give you something to hold onto. Your hand latched onto his, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Yes, Alpha, I’m ready. Oh, and Bo? Don’t hold back.”

Bokuto pushed his head into the part of your neck that met your shoulder as he withdrew from your tight walls. When only the tip was still in your pussy, he slammed back in. You groaned as you felt the pleasure race through your veins at how he stretched you out perfectly. Bokuto began to speed up his pace, the animal inside of him caring little to draw it out or make it more romantic. The sounds of skin slapping against each other quickly filled the air as Bokut continued to slam into you; each time, the tip of his cock brushed against the spongy tissue that had your shaking arms soon unable to hold you up properly.

Unable to keep your top half up your stomach fell onto the bed, deepening the arch of your back.

Bokuto moved his hands to hold your waist, the two being large enough to wrap around the majority of your frame, and held you up with his muscles. Somewhere distant in your mind, you pouted at being unable to scratch your nails down his back but you didn’t dwell too much on it as Bokuto continued to fuck the Flash Heat out of you. Putting his weight on one hand, the ace moved his free hand to rub figures of eight on your neglected clit. Your hands curled into the sheet as you felt yourself rapidly approach your high, the swelling of Bokuto’s knot helping you reach your end. Your thighs spread out more, your back bowing further as you threw your head back from the pleasure coursing through your system.

“Alpha… Alpha please, g-gunna cum,” you wailed a warning. 

“Cum on my dick, ‘Mega,” Bokuto panted, licking a strip of flesh from your neck to the back of your ear. Your entire neck was turning purple from the amount of marks he had pressed into the flesh, the sight making the Alpha preen and his knot swell.

When the Alpha raked his teeth down the right side of your neck, you came with a shout, your Heat having enhanced everything by a hundred. Feeling your walls clench around him had Bokuto roaring and coming undone, his knot catching on the rim of your pussy and tying him to you. The Omega in you whined at how you couldn’t feel his cum spurt deep inside of you but just the feel of his knot expanding had you purring.

You started when you felt a tongue lave over some of the bites on your necks, Bokuto beginning to groom you. A giggle left your lips as you tilted your head back into him, not used to this. The volleyballer grinned at how at ease you were, the Alpha in him also content. Bokuto wrapped his arms around you so he could gently manoeuvre the two of you into a laying position, doing his best not to tug at where the two of you were connected to not overstimulate you. Once on your sides, the captain reached to the bedside table where the Nurse had left a few bottles of water and snack bars. He twisted the lid off, your half-shut eyes greedily drinking in how his muscles flexed at the action. When he pressed the bottle to your lips, you gulped down the water, only realising then how parched your throat had become from the Mating. When it was half empty, you pulled it away and nudged it to Bokuto to drink. He finished it up and threw it into the bin near the room.

“How long will your knot last?” You asked, sighing as his muscular arms draped along your waist. 

“Thirty minutes maybe.” You almost choked at how long it was- most knots lasted for fifteen minutes. For his to last so long showed just how strong an Alpha he was. “How are you feeling? Still feverish? Hungry?”

“I think the Flash Heat has gone, just you being near me was enough to drive most of it away,” you admitted, a hand absently trailing along the veins running along his forearm. The Alpha behind you nuzzled into the back of your neck. 

“That’s good, I’m happy that you’re feeling better. Maybe after this we can go get ice cream… y’know, to replenish the lost calories.” You couldn’t help but giggle at how he was still not asking you. Replaying what Kuroo had told you earlier, you decided to just go for it.

“Bo-kun, after this is over, would you let me… Court you?” 

“WHAT! NOO!” You cringed at his rejection but soon relaxed as he continued to shout. “I was supposed to be the one to ask you that! No the other way ‘round.”

“Bo-kun, do you want to Court me?” You asked with a giggle, interrupting his sulking moment. He instantly perked up, a massive grin on his face.

“I would be honoured to!” You smiled and leant in to press a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the rest of them you were the one who popped the question.”

[pepperful-qt]

hello!! i saw that your requests are open so,,, anyways, can you please make a hcs of kenma, kuroo and any other hq boys u like and their reaction when their s/o sends a video of them with i love you written on their cheeks? thank u and always take care!! ♡♡

this is so cute what🥺 almost went with Suna but decided on Tendou bc i just did something for him recently! & he deserves something like this tbh

Kenma, Kuroo, & Tendou when their s/o sends a surprise video with ‘i love you’ written on their cheeks 

*****

Kenma

you don’t send it to him in when he’s in public which he is thankful for

you do, however, send it out of nowhere. no special occasion or anything, which makes it so much more special to him tbh

you guys are video chatting while playing minecraft or stardew valley if you’re like me (or another online game of your choice) and you pause yourself and say you’re going to the bathroom or smth and mute your mic

it’s not really a big deal, so he doesn’t think too much on it and just continues building his redstone mechanism or w/e 

until he gets a notification from you

his first thought is that you ran out of toilet paper and he’s like why would you text me we’re not even in the same house-

but, that’s not what he sees. instead, it’s you in one of his hoodies that you stole 

you painted your nose and drew cat whiskers, with ‘i love you’ as the top whisker on each cheek and two lines beneath so cute wth

he thinks so too

it’s a short and sweet message, but clearly something you put thought into

but-

achievement unlocked! you broke him

seriously, he stops breathing for the entire video

he’s an absolute blushing MESS currently pulling up his hoodie to cover his face. pulling the drawstrings and everything

direct affection like this always makes him flustered. always

which is why it’s so cute hehe

he’s not much for pda or anything so you take your chances where you get em

little did he know, you were hiding just off camera where you could see the whole thing and you are currently 🥺

you just hear your name in an exasperated groan from the call

“y/nnnnnn” muffled by his hoodie ofc

you’re smiling like an idiot bc✨mission accomplished✨

“hehehe did you like it?” 

you still have the makeup on and his soul leaves his body

“why would you do that to me?”

“awww can’t you read?”

more blushy blushy 

he wants to hug you or hold you so bad in that moment like it’s absolute torture

and next time he sees you, oh boy is he stuck to you like glue. good luck getting him off you ever

* * *

Kuroo

you decide to drop this on him while he’s en route to nationals. you weren’t able to come until the second day for school or work reasons, but you still wanted to show your support for your bf, esp for something so important to him!

you know he’s the type to keep his phone on dnd or airplane mode while he’s on long trips, as he prefers to sleep or read in peace

and you use this information to plan the perfect surprise! you send the video during his trip so he’ll see it when he’s going through notifications when he finally arrives

you tell/bribe Kenma to record his reaction for you too, which he may or may not do

your relationship with Kuroo has always been one of teasing and banter. for pet names you call each other ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ as easily as ‘dork’ or ‘dumbass’

so it’s very very amusing to him when you start the video with “hey dummy~” while you have ‘i love you’ written in red on one cheek and ‘Nekoma #1′ on the other

the moment he sees you this guy has the biggest stupidest grin on his face. not even in a smug or cocky way, just completely lovestruck

he’s doing that thing where he covers part of his face with his hand and shakes his head a little bc he finds you so adorable

the video is actually really sweet with you hoping he got to the inn safely and wishing him good luck, and promising him a special kiss if he wins so you can see him play the second day

talk about motivation ammirite ;)

and your surprise works; he’s totally caught off guard

by the end of the video the genuine grin definitely turned devious lol, and he’s not one to blush easily, but you definitely got him a lil bit

some of his teammates heard a very ominous giggle from their captain, and his expression is even more disturbing

no one who asks is allowed to see, you're for his eyes only, but he does brag about the wonderful video his s/o sent him

excuses himself immediately so he can facetime you

if you’re still wearing it he just starts laughing again, and try as he might he can’t stop smiling

says some stupid cocky playful line

“hey baby, you got something you wanna tell me?” or “looks like you can’t contain your love for me” smh

partially scolds you for trying to catch him off guard (in public) 

“i love you too but you’ll regret that” etc

okay this mf is suggestive af fill in the rest

you better be looking forward to more than just a kiss when he sees you is all i’m saying

* * * 

Tendou

happens at like 1-2am on a school night when you’re both texting memes back and forth bc you enable each other

and tbh you’re feeling a bit delirious,, like at this point you’re actually laughing irl at the stupidest things he sends and muttering to yourself

so once the idea pops into your head your impulse control may as well not exist

he doesn’t really notice your absence too much, just keeps sending da memes. in fact he’s spamming so much he doesn’t even notice what you do send LOL

so you’re sitting there like 👉👈 waiting for him to react,, until eventually you’re like: ‘hellooo?? did you see what i sent??’

LEAVES YOU ON READ LMAOO before a keyboard smash and then silence

bc he is freaking out

like Kenma’s, it’s a cute, sweet message where you’re just gushing about how much you love him

it’s a little rambly and your words are a bit slurred but that just makes it all the more endearing

“tendou~~ look i just love you so much i need the whole world to know!!” while pointing to your cheeks

poor bby is about to cry fr he's overwhelmed

he’s just watching it over and over again like🥺🥺🥺

and you’re back to waiting for a reaction and you’re starting to feel a little silly. you’d already accepted that he’d tease you over it but now you’re embarrassed--

but you know what? he sends his own video back, with 'i love you my angel!' haphazardly scribbled on his forehead 

“y/n~~~” he’s totally mocking you “i can’t believe you love me so much you’re gonna make me cry~” doesn’t mention he already did a bit “i can’t believe i’ve been blessed with such an angel--” 

he’s just going on and on until he hits the video size cap

congratulations you’ve absolutely ruined each other at 2am and you have a test tomorrow and he has morning practice

but do either of you care? no

he cannot stop smiling the next day he’s just glowing and is just all over you

and you didn’t realize you’d written in sharpie so there’s still a little bit visible that you tried and failed to hide with concealer

he’ll never let you live that down😌😘

*****

THIS REQUEST MADE ME SO SOFT WRITING IT JFC😭

[realcube]

can i pls request denki and fem reader as rivals?

PRANK WAR WITH KAMINARI

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thank you to anon for this request <3 i am 90% sure i’ve seen this trope before but i am unsure as to where- this is just a lil fun thing i wrote bc i can’t stop thinking about pranking kaminari- also shoutout to my followers who've been waiting for some sfw content

summary ♡ your plan to get revenge on kaminari quickly changes when he tells you the motive of his pranks

content warning ♡ balloons and general clownery 

you sighed, wandering through the hallways of the dorm building, heading towards the lounge in search of your friends. you held your phone close as you walked, paying to attention to your surroundings as you walked - which was your first mistake, considering the various attacks you’ve been a victim to recently.

not by the league of villains, no. but rather by kaminari.

so, you should’ve been surprise when you rounded the corner to the lounge, and were immediately met by a whipped-cream pie to the face, followed by the deafening cackles of multiple members of the notorious ‘bakusquad’.

“gotcha!” kaminari yelled through chortles, “you just got denki’d!”

⊱ ─────── {⋅. ⚡ .⋅} ─────── ⊰

a few months had passed since the little ‘pie incident’ and valentine’s day was fast approaching. 

after many failed attempts, you realised that you simply could not beat ‘kaminari, the great’ at pranks. whether that be in regards to the time you tried to do the ‘electrocuting gum’ prank oh him, completely forgetting that it’s have no affect on it, or that time you put toothpaste in his oreos and he ate them all with a foolish grin on his face as if they were delicious. 

you were able to acknowledge that trying to defeat him was a lost cause. however, you were far from a quitter.

valentine’s day was right around the corner and you had formulated a plan for the greatest prank of all time; this was going to completely humiliate kaminari in front of everyone, as payback for the many times he did that to you. you were going to ask him to be your valentine!

though it might not sound to epic with the summary alone, allow me to elaborate; you were planning on approaching kaminari at lunch with flowers, chocolates, your charming smile and a very special balloon. you’d ask him to be your valentine and when he says yes, you hand him all the goodies you were holding but just as he is about to take the balloon, you back up and use your quirk to burst the balloon from afar - then, not only will he shriek like a little girl, but he’ll be covered with bright pink glitter which will be stored inside the balloon! 

your plan was full-proof! it’d go down in the lunch hall so when you pop the balloon, the loud noise will grab everyone’s attention and when they turn around in search of the source, they’ll see kaminari sparkling! and even if kaminari declined your confession, you’d just pop the balloon anyway.

⊱ ─────── {⋅. ⚡ .⋅} ─────── ⊰ 

you practised your charming smile in the reflective metal spoon which came with you lunch, which you didn’t plan on eating until after you had your starting course of schadenfreude.

once you figured that your smile was perfect, you hopped up from your seat, grabbed your goodies and make your way over to the table that was usually occupied by the ‘bakusquad’; a place you thought you’d never go near under any circumstances but now, you were willing striding up to it, your arms full with presents. 

then your eyes landed on a certain yellow-haired boy so you tapped him on his shoulder, choosing to ignore the question look he directed at you and instead, said the line you had been rehearsing for weeks, “happy valentines day, kaminari!”

he quirked a brow, doing a double-take as the last time he checked, the real (y/n) would not be caught dead talking him, forget wishing him a happy valentine’s day. toga, is that you? “uhh, yeah. happy valentine’s day, (y/n).” he tried to say as casually as possible but it ended up simply sounding condescending. 

“i know we haven’t exactly got- the best history, kaminari. but you’re actually a pretty cool dude so i’d like it if we could put all that behind us. which is why i’m asking you if you’d like to be my valentine?” you stuttered, fixing your gaze on the ground as you twiddled your free finger; was it too coy?

well, clearly not as all previous suspicions that kaminari had about you being an imposter were immediately thrown out the window as he jolted up from his seat with a scarily wide grin, “seriously? y-you’re asking me to be your valentine?”

you stumbled backwards, your lips parting slightly before hastily trying to regain composure, “uh, yeah! i’m asking you to be my valentine. so, erm, is that a y--”

before you could even finish your sentence, your already poor balance was further disrupted by him tackling you with a hug, resulting in both of you falling onto the lunch hall floor. even though you were clearly stunned, he continued to tighten his grip on you and gush about how happy he was, “of course it’s a yes! are you kidding me, (y/n)?! i’ve had the fattest crush on you ever since i first saw you at the entrance exam-- you’re just so badass! why do you think i pulled all those pranks on you? i just wanted a crumb of your attention but i guess it got a bit out-of-hand.” 

as you sat there astounded, you mentally prayed that everything he was saying was nothing more than hyperbole or a joke, because if it wasn’t then you’d feel really bad about humiliating him in front of the whole school. “um, is this another prank, kaminari?” you inquired, slowly trying to slip out of his grip but he only pulled you in closer. 

“nope!” he chirped, retracting his neck when he noticed that you came with gifts, “oh, are these for me? sorry, i didn’t get you anything.” he frowned, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck until an idea struck him, “but if you want, i could take you out to get fo--”

you rapidly shook your head, successfully squirming out his hold, gathering your gift before hopping onto your feet, “uh, no, it’s fine! these aren’t for you! they are for..yaoyorozu!” you blurted out the first name that came to mind and internally cringed when he prompted you to elaborate, “well, they are..thank-you gifts for all the times she’s tutored me! she’s a real star.”

kaminari blinked several time before snatching the balloon out from where it hovered beside your head, “but it’s shaped like a heart.” he muttered outlining it with his fingers, resulting in you quickly dropping all your other possessions to get a firm hold on the balloon so your try pry it out of his hands as now that he had admitted his true feelings for you, it would be immoral for you to embarrass him.

“uh, well, she’s a great teacher! she has my heart!” your tug on the balloon was just as forceful as your smile. 

“but i’m your valentine, i should have your heart!” kaminari yelled as he pulled it towards his chest, with little regard to the many eyes that now lingered on the pair of you - it was just a game of tug-o-war with a glitter-filled balloon. 

“kaminari, don’t be silly!” you rolled your eyes, trying to focus on ensuring that your grip on the balloon wasn’t too loose or too tight, “how about you take chocolates instead?”

“i feel like you’re trying to hide something from me.” he narrowed his eyes, his strength not faltering, “you can’t keep secrets from me, babe!”

you snickered, playfully kicking his ankle, “we’ve not even been together for a 5 minutes.” you winced slightly as he reciprocated your kick, “just give me the damn balloon, de--”

pop!

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

here, i wrote a smutty, angsty oneshot about the most recent episode. it incorporates spoilers we have for next week’s episode too, jsyk

title: how big you can love

words: 3500

rating: m

It’s only when you’re close to death do you realize just how big you’re able to love. The magnitude of it all; the absolute infinite capabilities of your heart. They say that everyone who’s ever jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge and survived regretted it the moment their feet left solid ground. There’s always love inside—of family, of yourself, of life—but darkness likes to disguise it as pain and grief and hatred. It’s only during the fall that its true face reemerges. You can only really know yourself and your ability to love when you’re about to die.

And it’s not that Daryl ever forgot that he loved her. Quite the contrary, in fact. His whole life lately has revolved around a continuous push-and-pull game, where she tugs herself one way, and he tugs her right on back. But that’s the thing—he’s been so preoccupied with keeping her grounded that he’s put aside the reason he’s doing it in the first place. 

Now that he’s dying, though? Now he remembers. 

Face beaten to a pulp, his leg gushing out more blood than he can stem with the pressure of his hand, Daryl lies on the floor of some rundown dusty shop that has been cleaned out for years, and feels the vastness of his love for her. 

When he closes his swollen eyelids he sees her face, smiling the way she used to in the beginning, with an unwavering kindness that he hadn’t been used to and didn’t know how to comprehend. On his bruised and battered shoulder he feels the phantom weight of her head resting on it, and the squeeze of her fingers around his bicep.

On the other side of the wall, Alpha—the monster who broke Carol’s final tether and made him lose his grip on her—is droning on about the meaning of it all. She’s nearly dead, too, and remembering just how much she loves power. But Daryl isn’t listening. He isn’t here, not really. His heart is still beating, but he’s transcended his body, existing only where his memories of her lie. 

They’re right when they say that your life flashes before your eyes, because she is his whole world.

He should have told her that. 

Should have chanted it like a mantra to her every day.

It was never the right time, and now there’s no time left. Funny thing, time. Always keeps you guessing.

At least he’s not afraid. Carol was the first to teach him that letting people in can be safe, and she’s keeping him safe now, in his final moments. 

Daryl thinks someone is saying his name; thinks there may be footsteps circling around his dilapidated form. He can’t be bothered to make heads or tails of it, though.

He’s too busy remembering how big he’s able to love.

*

Lydia’s tourniquet saved his life, the clever girl. He’s proud of her. Not because she helped him. He’s certainly grateful, but he’s proud because she has developed a love of others instead a love of control like her mother, and he knows exactly how difficult that is when someone is trying to literally beat the compassion out of you.

He’s home in Alexandria, holed up in the infirmary that has yet to recover from the giant hole Siddiq left in his wake. Trainees fuss over him with unskilled hands—people who had observed the late doctor’s handiwork, or came into the community with rusty medical knowledge from CNA jobs in their 20s, or what have you. It’s a testament to how worn down he is that he doesn’t care that he’s confined to a bed and at the whim of other people’s touch. He spends most of his time sleeping, trying to heal his battered body that is unfortunately much too familiar with this song and dance.

In his moments of lucidity, however, in between the aches and pains, he remembers how big he loves her, and he wants to ask everyone who walks by if they’ve seen her, but he’s afraid of the answer. With how they left things, and with her tendency for running, he doesn’t want to know where she ended up after he left her at the collapsed entrance of that godforsaken cave.

At night, though, he thinks he feels her thin fingers lacing between his thick ones, entwining them with a gentle squeeze. He thinks he feels his hair being brushed back, and maybe even lips pressing against his forehead. He thinks he hears soft reassurances whispered in his ear.

But then he wakes up, and no one is ever there.

*

It takes a full week for them to let him go home. A week. Seven days. And truth be told, they probably would have kept him longer, except he finally loses his patience, and gets right up on both feet, ignoring the throb in his injured leg, and walks right out the door.

He gets it. There’s a war on the horizon, and Michonne is out at sea somewhere, Hilltop has two of their members lost underground, not to mention he still hasn’t asked about Carol, and at the end of the day, no matter how well-meaning everyone is, or how concerned they are about his well-being, he knows that, first and foremost, at least right now, he’s an asset they can’t afford to lose.

He’s not gonna take it personal.

But he’s also not staying in that fucking infirmary a second longer. 

When he gets home the house is quiet, and usually quiet doesn’t bother him, but today it feels exceptionally lonely. He’s grown accustomed to the sound of RJ running around playing, with Lil’ Asskicker at his heels, but they’re with a neighbor right now. Lydia is no longer confining herself to the brig, but she’s still not feeling welcome, and comes and goes, checking on him before disappearing back out into the forest, and Daryl, who has done the exact same thing on more than one occasion, would be a hypocrite to ask her to say in one place. But even his dog isn’t here. He’s with a neighbor too. Daryl’s all alone in this big empty house.

Or at least he assumes he is. 

Leaning against the front door, shifting his weight off of his bad leg, his eyes wander up the stairs, and it takes him a good five minutes to decide if it’s time to answer the question he’s been dreading asking since the moment he got through the Alexandrian gates. 

He starts up the stairs, slowly, still sore, and they creak under his weight. He gets to the top and comes face to face with the entrance to her room and finds the door cracked open. Swallowing, he takes those last few steps and nudges it the rest of the way open with the palm of his hand. 

There’s a duffel bag. 

It’s lying open on the bed, and he can see some clothes thrown in haphazardly, and the hilt of a knife. Around the room, dresser drawers are pulled out, and belongings are scattered on the ground. She’s getting ready to run, and his stomach twists.

Entering the room, he surveys the chaos around him. He doesn’t know where she went, but assumes she’ll be back soon to finish her packing job and hit the road. Was she even going to say goodbye? 

A white-hot rage washes over him, because why the fuck does it always have to go this way? It’s always something; always him running to be by himself, or her running from herself. The two of them never learned how to sit still, but he’s sick of it. He loves her too big to lose her again.

He starts putting her things back where they belong; takes out each item of clothing from the duffel bag one-by-one, folding them neatly and laying them in the dresser drawers. Unsteady on his feet, he fights through his pain to reach down and clean up the floor. A lot of it is junk—a pair of socks with holes in the heels and toe, a lighter with no juice left, a pocket mirror with a jagged crack down the middle—but some of it is the exact opposite. Some of the stuff on the ground are treasured items thrown around in anger, like a birthday card from Henry, a drawing of Sophia made by Jadis, and several letters Daryl wrote her during her time out at sea that he didn’t realize she had kept.

He treats these items with care—uncrumpling the corners of aged paper and blowing dust off—before setting them gingerly down in a neat pile on her table. Then, when the room is no longer in disarray, Daryl takes a seat on the edge of her bed and waits.

It’s about fifteen minutes later, give or take, when she returns. She steps into her room and then stills like a statue at the sight of him, not unlike she had the day he came to confront her in that little house on the border of the Kingdom. She takes stock of her tidied up space. With a weak groan, she presses the base of her palms to her eyes.

“Don’t do this,” she says. “Just go.”

“No,” Daryl says simply, and she lets her arms fall, hanging limp at her sides. There are tears sliding down her cheeks but her face is stoic.

“I only stayed to make sure you were okay,” she says. “Clearly you are, so now you can let me go.”

“No,” Daryl says again, not unkindly or harshly, but with an air of finality that she chooses to ignore.

“Look at what I’ve done, Daryl,” she yells then. He doesn’t flinch. “I trapped two of our own. I’ve essentially brought the Whisperers to our front doorstep. I almost got you killed, for Christ’s sake, you almost died, and it would have been my fault, and I have a lot of blood on my hands, Daryl, but if I had yours? I’d rather die and go straight to hell.”

“I’m alive,” Daryl says. 

“But you almost weren’t.”

“But I am.”

“But not everyone is. Not everyone will be, once this war is underway. Anyone around me has the risk of becoming collateral damage.”

“Then you have to get yourself under control.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can.”

“How?”

“By talking to me, Carol, like I’ve said all along.”

Carol laughs bitterly, blinking up at the ceiling and shaking her head. 

“The fuck do you want me to say, Daryl?” she asks, eyes trained above her at nothing. “Do you want me to say it hurts that my son’s head was put on a pike? That the woman who did it is still walking around on this Earth without any consequences? Yeah, it fucking hurts.” She looks at him then, with a leveled glare. “Do you want me to say that the only good thing that came out of two decades of abuse was my baby that I ended up not being able to protect? Who died all alone without her mother there to hold her?”

She starts pacing, breathing heavily.

“Do you want me to tell you how I once told a scared little boy I’d tie him to a tree and let the walkers eat him just so he would leave me alone and not be around the fucking curse that I am, and yet he got ripped to shreds anyway?” 

She approaches the bed, standing right before him, wetting her bottom lip. 

“Should I tell you,” she says in a harsh whisper. “About how Lizzie killed her little sister with a knife I taught her to use, and how I took her into the yard and told her to look at the flowers while I shot her point blank in the head?” Daryl’s surprise must be evident, because she smiles humorlessly and says, “Yeah, you didn’t know that one, did you? You didn’t know that when Lizzie died she didn’t have any bites. No wounds. She was in peak physical health. But I killed her anyway, Daryl. Lord knows Tyrese wouldn’t do it. He just gave me the go-ahead and stayed in the house with Judith while I blew a child’s brains out onto the grass.” 

“Carol—”

“No, you wanted me to talk, so I’m talking.” Her whole body is shaking. “Every child that has ever been mine is dead. I am the common denominator. I am lethal, and it doesn’t matter if they’re the good guys or the bad guys—when people are around me they die. And I’m not letting you die, Daryl. I’m not.” 

"You ain't a curse," Daryl says. 

"Then why are they all gone?" Carol breathes, tears coming faster now, and all Daryl wants is to brush them away. He reaches out to her, but she takes a step back. "No," she says.

"I still wanna be here for you."

"You already tried, and look how that went. I took her from you. I didn't mean to, but I did, and you don't get to forgive me just because you think you should out of some sense of loyalty. Tear into me. Get angry. Tell me to fuck off so I can get my stuff and go."

Daryl has to resist rolling his eyes. 'I took her from you.' There she goes with that junior high playground bullshit again, like any of this has to do with if he like likes Connie. As if this has nothing to do with how deeply she's hurting and how deeply he wants to help her, because she's right, he almost died, and now he remembers how big he loves her and isn't soon to forget.

He says, "I ain't tellin' you to fuck off. And I ain't lettin' you leave."

"It's not up to you where I go."

"Then it ain't up to you where I follow."

They hover at this impasse, shooting daggers at each other. Carol wipes her face and takes a deep breath. He can see her preparing her next big polemic in order to push him far enough away that she has time to escape.

"Daryl—" she starts, but she doesn't finish her sentence, because in one swift movement Daryl gets up off the bed and into her space. He cups her face, and before she can protest he's pressing his lips to hers. 

They stand that way for a beat. Then another.

Her eyes are wide when he leans back to look at her; scared and devastated and wanting all concurrently. She opens her mouth to speak.

"Shut up," Daryl says, and kisses her again.

It takes a moment for her to respond, and when she does it feels reluctant. But then, slowly, her arms snake up the length of his torso and drape around his neck, and that's when he feels her give in. She tilts her head for him to get a better angle, and parts her lips for him. He slides his tongue against hers lazily, running his hands down her back until resting them on her hips. He tugs her forward, eradicating completely the distance she tried to put between them as they come flush together.

Breaking the kiss, Daryl rests his forehead against hers as he walks her to the bed. He lays her down tenderly, and she rests on a pillow, watching him. He climbs into bed too and hovers over her, brushing his knuckles down her cheek.

"You're hurt," she reminds him softly, noticing how he's favoring one knee. 

"I'll be okay," he says, because he really couldn't care less, but she shakes her head.

"Lie down," she says, shifting to make room. "Let me."

Daryl hesitates only a moment before settling down on his back, hoping she won't run. 

She doesn't. Instead, she leans down and kisses him sweetly, taking hold of his hand and placing it on her navel. Daryl bunches the fabric between his fingers, and then uses both hands to work the buttons undone. He makes each one come open with such delicacy that he feels like one of those people who open gifts by carefully peeling every piece of tape off and then folding the wrapping paper neatly once it's removed, because the unveiling is just as important as the prize underneath.

He helps her shrug off the shirt entirely, and she reaches around to undo the clasp of her bra. Slipping it off, suddenly she's before him, nude from the waist up. Parts of her skin are marred by years upon years of violence, but there is no inch of her flesh that he doesn't worship. He feels her up, taking time to get to know every texture of her torso, from the smoothness of her belly, to the roughness of her scars, to the tautness of her nipples as he brushes his thumbs over them, making her sigh.

"I love you," he says. She shuts her eyes and more tears dribble down the bridge of her nose.

"You shouldn't," she says. "I wish you didn't."

"Hey," he says gently. "Look at me."

With what seems like tremendous effort, she opens her eyes and meets his gaze.

"I want you to love her," she says. "Or anyone. Anyone else. Don't love me. Please."

"Not up to me, sweetheart," Daryl says, running his fingers through her hair. She leans into the touch. "I love you, and that's why I need you to stay."

"And I love you. That's why I need you to let me go."

Daryl sits up and kisses Carol long and hard.

"No," he says when he pulls away, and Carol gives a helpless sad little laugh.

"I don't know how to be better," she says. "And I can't risk you getting hurt any worse on my account."

"You don't have to fix everything overnight. Just let me help you. Please? Let's get through this together."

"I'm so angry all the time, Daryl. I'm angry and I hurt."

"I know, but lemme tell you somethin'. You don't feel that way 'cause you're a bad person. You feel that way 'cause you love so big you can't hardly handle the pain that comes with it. That's what it's all about. It's about how big you can love."

"If love hurts this bad then it's cruel to let you love me."

"Nah. 'Cause the only thing that hurts worse is not bein' able to love at all." Daryl nuzzles his head against her belly and places a kiss in between her breasts. "C'mere," he says softly, and pulls her down.

They undress each other with the same care Daryl showed with her shirt. She sheds tears all over again at all his new bruises from this latest fight, and he kisses them away, telling her not to cry. That he's okay. That he's grateful for the clarity his brush with death has given him.

He says this all without words. Instead he inscribes the messages with his lips along her collarbone and breasts, with his hand slipping down between her legs and sliding along her wet folds until he finds her entrance and presses two fingers inside her. She pants softly, running her own hands over his bare flesh aimlessly, caught up in the sensations he's provoking in her body. He encircles her clitoris with the pad of his thumb; a featherlight, rhythmic motion, while his fingers still pulse against her walls.

She cums with a shudder, crying even though he told her not to. She kisses him so tenderly, even as she expands and contracts wildly around his hand. And god is it satisfying to finally be able to give her something good.

Once she's recovered, she straddles his hips like she belongs there, and Daryl holds her gaze as she lowers herself down, making small noises as she stretches to fit all of him inside her. 

At the first roll of her hips, Daryl feels that same feeling he did on the floor of the shop; that overwhelming understanding of how big he loves her, and maybe that means it's not only death that reveals such truths. Maybe there are moments like this littered all throughout a lifetime. Not that it matters. He doesn't need revelations, he just needs her, and while she rides him like she's reminding herself of all the good parts of love, he knows that he has her. Finally, she's his.

He lets go with her name on his lips, and she swallows it with a long, languid kiss. They stay that way as long as they can, until he can no longer stay inside her. They lay side-by-side then, legs intertwined and hands lazily exploring parts of each other's bodies they may have missed.

"Go to sleep," Carol tells him when he yawns. He brushes his thumb over her lips and she kisses it.

"Will you still be here when I wake up?" he asks, and she nods. And she means it. He knows when she's bullshitting him.

"I'm scared, though," she admits a few minutes later, after he thought the conversation was over.

"That's okay," Daryl says, burrowing in closer to her, as if trying to become one. "Just as long as you stay. All the rest we can figure out together."

"Are you sure you want to love me?" she asks.

"Yes. And even if I didn't I wouldn't have a choice."

"It's hard to love this big, Daryl."

"I know, sweetheart," he says, pressing his lips to her pulse point. "But it's worth it."

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕌𝕡♡

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here i am, requesting to you for the first time! i hope this isn’t too much of a match up request for (jjba, 7ds, kny)! 

i’m a straight female, 5'2, INFP-T, has thin body with puffy cheeks, a dancer, leader material, family-oriented, ambivert, doesn’t curse/swear, could switch moods within seconds (like when i’m scolding one person then another talks to me and i give them a welcoming tone), can be rlly stubborn at times, the mom friend, if not daydreaming i’d be in an existential crisis…., loves ol animals bc the wild ones deserve love too, tries to figure out my approach to different people so they’d be comfortable with me (different versions of me ig,,), HUGS, would serenade others, would sing for and talk to animals (i have pet cats!!!), i like to initiate the plans when in groupwork so we’d be prepared before deadline, one for reassurance and affirmations, hehe food bargain, would do things for people without them knowing, head over heart (can be a lil too sensitive or feral), i’ve been told i resemble stitch (from lilo & stitch) when i smile TuT, also been told that i resemble brunette rapunzel, hehe i love animated movies/cartoons, i love watching horror movies or gamers play horror games but im nothing when i try to play a horror game, bilingual (fil, eng) that can write/read hangul/korean, nighttime and nightwalks are my thang, my fashion depends in my mood, but with colors i usually prefer yellow 💛, somehow attention/touch-starved, the type to befriend those who are usually outcasted, but i end up being the outcast oftentimes since i have a knack on isolating myself, even so, i loooooove everyone!!!!

i enjoyed typing this, thinking back at the silly and important times at 4am,,, i apologize if i annoyed you in anyway!! thank you for the time and hardwork, admins! please take all the time you need! fighting! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

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Hello sweetie~! Thank you for requesting with us~! ;; and no worries this length is perfect~!! Thank you so much for your support and love we really appreciate it sweet pea~! You’re not annoying at all and we honestly relate to the mood of this lololol Thank you so much for your sweet words~! Since there are fandoms from both of our lists, I’ll be handling the JJBA portion~! I hope you like the match-up I’ve given for you~!

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Hello and thank you for requesting with us! You are good, this is perfect for us to work with, thank you! And you aren’t annoying in anyway! Thank you for supporting us, and I hope you keep on doing so! I also hope you like this!

>Admin 𝕋

𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

So, I matched you with Harlequin because he knows how it feels to be outcasted, and since you said that you help the people that are outcasted often, I thought it would be so cute! He’s also very family oriented, so he would love that you are too! He is an introvert at heart, so he will love when you are the one to take over a conversation when he doesn’t want to talk. He’ll see it as you noticing his moods, and he will be very grateful for that!

He loves how you love animals, since Harlequin is one for nature, he will definitely think that you are meant for him. He will also love that fact you love hugs, because contact, skinship and the like is something he always craves. So he will need someone loves being affectionate and not afraid to show it off to other people! You are perfect for it! He will also love how you lead people, like a king, which he is, so it will only makes for him to have you as his queen!

Harlequin will sit all day as listen to you speak different languages or even watch you watch a scary movie, because he loves seeing your reactions to the scary parts, it would be a favorite pastime of his! He will be the type to want to match clothes with you, so whatever you wear, he will try to wear something that will match with you!

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Tanjirou would be perfect for you! The reason being is because he is a leader, and family oriented just like you! He is also a type of ambivert himself, so both of you can go out and be the life of the party, or just stay indoors and have a home date, watching movies or reading in each other’s presence! Tanjirou will love how you love animals too! He loves all living things, so when he sees that you do too and even have cats, oh he will gush so much about it and about you! 

He will love how you can be a type of mother to your friends, because that is the way he is with his friends, very dependable, and he will love to talk to you about it, vent to you about and all that jazz! He will love the fact that you do things for people without them asking you, how you go out of your way to make people happy, and not ever think about yourself. I mean he will hate that you do more for other people than for yourself, but he will think it is very admirable of you!

He would think it is very cool with the fact that speak two different language and is even learning another one! He also will be the type to notice you love touching, so he will figure he should hold you hand and hug you more often, to make you more happy! You say you love going on walks, and Tanjirou would love to go on them with you! Mostly so nothing happens to you, because he is protective like that but he will also enjoy the time spent with you!

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Ever so sweet and chivalrous to the end, Jonathon is the man for you! He absolutely adores your puffy cheeks and loves your family-oriented self as he positively loves his own family. If you’re the mom friend, he’s most definitely the dad friend who acts more like a mom friend. He backs you up whenever you both have to wrangle the friend group together.

He absolutely loves the fact that you’re caring towards animals and avidly will do whatever he can to not only help you in saving and preserving wildlife, but bestow strong and happy memories for you. Similar to you, Jonathon absolutely loves hugs. Any time he sees you he’ll most definitely engage with you in a hug immediately (though this won’t necessarily happen until you both have established boundaries and comfort with skinship. After all, JoJo can be a shy baby in the first stages of a relationship.)

He finds all of your hobbies and quirks endearing and tries his absolute best to invest time and effort into learning about what you love! He wants to be able to understand your passions and to learn from you as well~! 

Over all, he’s protective and an absolute fluffy teddy bear to you. Sturdy and strong as both an emotional and physical pillar, Jonathon-- in his own stubborn right-- will ensure that your days are filled with nothing but happiness and love.

[heart-eyes-kippen]

Jealous

Hello here’s a lil oneshot based on this post:

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It was late evening and the sun was setting in Shadyside, casting a warm glow onto Cyrus’ bedsheets as he sat opposite his boyfriend. 

 His boyfriend. His actual boyfriend. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be used to calling TJ that, and every time he remembered he could a jittery feeling filled his stomach. 

 “TJ, you do realise it’s just us here, right?” 

 The boy laughed slightly at that, shifting his position to sit cross-legged. “Yeah, but you only really need two people for truth or dare, right?” 

 Cyrus looked at him in confusion for a moment, trying hard to figure what his intentions were, before resigning with a small shrug. “I guess that’s true. Let me just open a window first, it’s getting warm in here.” 

 He stood up from his bed and padded over to the window, fumbling with the lock for a moment before managing to push it open. Cool evening air immediately began to flood the room, accompanied by the soft sounds of breeze gushing by. 

 Cyrus turned back to TJ, who had a mischievous smile on his lips now. 

 “What?” he asked, smiling as approached the boy and sat back down. 

 “Nothing,” TJ assured him, although the glint in his eye seemed to suggest otherwise, “you can go first.” 

 Cyrus hummed. “Okay then. Truth or dare?” 

 “Truth,” he replied after a moment’s hesitation. 

 Cyrus looked around the room for a moment as he tried to think up a question he could ask.  The sliding door to his wardrobe was opened slightly, and through it, he could see the shirt he’d worn to Buffy’s first try-outs for the girl basketball team. 

 A random idea entered his head, and he was blurting out the question before he’d even thought it through. 

 “Do you actually like blueberry macadamia muffins?” 

 TJ’s eyes widened momentarily. He looked back at Cyrus for a moment, blushing as though he’d been caught red-handed. 

 “Um...why did I suggest this game again?” 

 “I knew it!” Cyrus cheered through giggles, giving the boy a playful shove, “you don’t even like them that much! I thought Buffy was just trying to get my hopes when she said you wanted me to bake them instead of buying them.” 

 “I thought it’d be cute!” TJ argued, but he was smiling now too, “and I mean, hey. We ended up having fun, didn’t we?” 

 “Yeah,” Cyrus agreed, face softening, “we did.” 

 There was a pause, then the mischievous expression from earlier was returning to TJ’s face. “Okay. My go now.” 

 “Should I be scared?” Cyrus asked him, only half-serious. 

 The boy just shrugged. “We’ll see. Truth or dare?” 

 “Truth,” he said, almost instantly. He really wasn’t in the mood to do anything that may require him to stand up from the bed again. 

 TJ smirked. Suddenly he regretted his decision. 

 “Who was your first crush?”

 Okay, yeah. Maybe getting up from his bed wouldn’t have been so bad after all. 

 Cyrus looked back at TJ for a moment, before burying his face in his hands with a groan.

 He lifted his head after a moment or two, before lowering it again. “It was Jonah,” he mumbled, but the words were so muffled he thought that TJ might not have been able to hear them.

 “Jonah? Wow. I mean, that kind of makes sense I guess.” 

 Cyrus looked up again, face tinged red now. “I haven’t for a while, though. I think my crush on him disappeared right around...” he paused for a moment, eyes wide with realisation, “...right around the time we first started hanging out.” 

 TJ bit his lip at that, smiling fondly as he took the boy’s hands in his. “Well. That’s encouraging.” 

 He interlaced their fingers, and Cyrus suddenly felt like his face was on fire. He really wasn’t sure if he’d ever be used to affection from TJ. 

 “Okay, I’m choosing truth for you!” he announced, “who was your first crush?” 

 TJ averted his gaze at that, seeming bashful all of a sudden. “I think that...my first real crush was probably you. When we first started hanging out. I just kind of liked you right away.”

 Cyrus tipped his head to the side, expression soft now. He’d expected some material to tease TJ with, but the truth was way too cute for any of that. 

 “Aww,” he cooed, leaning in to wrap the boy up in a hug. 

 TJ purposely dropped back down onto the bed, pulling a surprised laugh from Cyrus as they tumbled down.

 He smiled down at the boy, eyes sparkling, before dropping a kiss onto his cheek and rolling over to settle down beside him. 

 “Was that game of truth or dare just a tactic to find out who my past crush is?” he mumbled.

 TJ hesitated for a moment, before smiling and pulling him in. “Maybe.” 

 ~

 It was two days later that Cyrus was bounding up to TJ before class, a smiling Jonah in tow. It was morning now, and an icy breeze gusted over them as they made their way up the basketball court. TJ seemed to be dribbling the ball from one end to the other, alternating between hands as he did so. 

 “Teej!” he called out, which had the boy stopping immediately and turning around with a smile. 

 He tucked the basketball beneath his arm as he walked over, wrapping his free arm around Cyrus’ shoulders. 

 “Hey,” he greeted, “what’s up?” 

 “We just got out of Jonah’s early morning ultimate practice,” he said, directing a smile over at him. 

 Jonah nodded. “I didn’t realise you were here, man! You should’ve come watch us play.” 

 If Cyrus wasn’t so sensitive to TJ’s demeanour shifts, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to notice the subtle frown that briefly flickered over the boy’s face. He dropped his hand from Cyrus’ shoulders a few seconds later, only confirming the sudden shift. 

 “Sorry, that would’ve been cool. Next time, maybe?” 

 Jonah gave him a smile and an enthusiastic nod. “Totally!”

 Cyrus looked between the pair for a moment, feeling somewhat awkward. 

 “Um,” he managed, wracking his brain for something to say, “Jonah did really well! There was one intercept he made where I swear he jumped up higher than anyone I’ve seen. And he was across the court in like a second.” 

 Jonah just brushed him off though, smiling vaguely. “You always have to jump pretty high in ultimate.” 

 “How high?” TJ asked suddenly, and a glance over confirmed that he had an eyebrow raised now. 

 Jonah looked at him blankly for a moment, before shrugging. “Um...a few feet, I guess? I don’t know, it varies.” 

 TJ nodded slowly, as though considering the information carefully. Cyrus gave him an uncertain smile. 

 Jonah and Cyrus ended up chatting more, hovering by the sidelines, while TJ continued with his practice. Cyrus glanced over at him occasionally, and whenever he did TJ seemed to make an effort to jump up high to shoot a hoop. 

 Even Jonah seemed to pick up on it eventually because his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Was he doing that when we first arrived?” 

 Cyrus just shrugged, a slight smile on his lips as he watched on. “He’s probably switching things up.” 

 Things only started to get weirder when, during lunch break, TJ volunteered to play ultimate with Jonah. Cyrus came along of course, along with Buffy, and the pair sat on a nearby bench as they watched them play. 

 Sunlight was filtering in through the clouds now as midday approached, but there were still cool gusts of wind that had Cyrus tugging on the beanie he’d brought in his bag.

 “Since when has TJ been interested in ultimate?” Buffy whispered, “and why does he have that look on his face? He knows it’s just practise, right?” 

 Cyrus just shrugged, watching as his boyfriend jumped up into the air with a dramatic twirl, catching the frisbee with ease before landing down on the grass again. Jonah looked on for a moment in confusion, before shrugging and smiling. 

 “That was extra,” Buffy said with a snort, “I’ve never seen Jonah do that during practice.” 

 “Me neither,” Cyrus agreed.

 They watched as TJ continued to pull manoeuvres like that one, beginning backwards and spinning around to catch the frisbee, running forward and practically diving to catch it. 

 Cyrus’ eyebrows raised slightly. “I mean...it’s impressive. 

 “And unnecessary,” Buffy added with a laugh, “who is he even trying to impress?” 

 Cyrus bit his lip at that, turning to the girl with a pained expression on his face. “Me, I think.”

 “Why?” she asked incredulously, “aren’t you two literally dating?” 

 “Yeah, but...” he paused for a moment, letting out a sigh, “I told him about my crush on Jonah.” 

 Shock flickered over Buffy’s face. “Well, that explains a lot.” 

 Cyrus looked over at the field, where the two were beginning to stretch now that the end of the period was nearing, before turning desperately back to the girl. 

 “He seemed fine with it when I first told him!” 

 “Yeah, but then he saw Jonah ‘I’m effortlessly perfect’ Beck and obviously must’ve gotten jealous.” 

 “Jealous? I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he scoffed.

 The pair returned their gaze to the field, where TJ was currently doing a handstand while Jonah was simply stretching out his arms, looking over at the boy in bewilderment. 

 “I would,” Buffy said, dropping him a wink before getting up from her seat. 

 “Hey Kippen, bet I could hold a handstand for longer than you!” 

 “You’re on, Driscoll!” he responded instantly, earning him a fond eye-roll from Cyrus. 

 Jonah came over to sit down beside him after a few minutes, and they watched in amusement as TJ and Buffy struggled to hold their positions. 

 “TJ did really well out there,” he told Cyrus, smiling slightly, “maybe he should consider playing ultimate.” 

 Cyrus hesitated for a moment, before nodding and returning the smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

 ~

 “I’m telling you, there’s no other reason TJ could’ve called this ‘emergency basketball practise’ apart from that he wanted to show off after this morning’s ultimate game,” Buffy insisted, as the trio made their way through the hall. 

 Andi laughed slightly. “I’m just surprised Jonah agreed to come along.” 

 “They are kinda friends now,” Cyrus piped up.

 The sunshine from earlier had only lasted an hour or so before being stifled by even more grey clouds, filling the sky and casting gloomy light through the windows they passed. 

 Buffy had her basketball gear on, to fill in for a player that couldn’t make it, while Cyrus and Andi had their phones ready to watch from the sidelines and occasionally cheer everyone on.

 They pushed through the double doors, which closed with a slight bang behind them as they made their way over to the courts. TJ, who had been stretching, immediately perked up and made his way over. 

 “Underdog!” he smiled, pulling the boy in for a quick hug. 

 Cyrus couldn’t help but return the smile, and the hug lingered for a long moments before they pulled away again. 

 “Ready for practice?” he asked him, giving Buffy a playful elbow when she smirked.

 “Yeah! We’ll probably start the game in a few minutes.” 

 Buffy joined him on the courts, while Cyrus and Andi headed over the stands. Jonah jogged in a minute or two later, settling down beside the pair with a bright smile.

 “Hey! Did I miss much?” 

 Cyrus shook his head. “You didn’t miss anything, they’re just stretching.” 

 The distinct sounds of sneaker soles squeaking against the hardwood floor filled the hall once the game had commenced. It all seemed to go smoothly at first, with TJ scoring as he normally did, and Buffy owning the court as she always did. 

 Cyrus cheered them both on for a while, before getting distracted by his phone.

 He felt Andi nudging his side after a minute or two, and he looked over curiously. “What is it?” 

 She nodded her head towards the game, and it took Cyrus about 30 seconds to realise that TJ had officially picked up gear, moving quicker across the court, taking riskier shots, intercepting whenever he could. Buffy looked vaguely impressed, but mostly amused, as she played along.

 He watched on as TJ ran up to the 3-point line with seeming ease and went for a shot, jumping up into the air. It landed almost perfectly in the hoop, and Jonah looked over at Cyrus with a somewhat bewildered smile.

 “He’s trying really hard today.” 

 Cyrus smiled slightly and shook his head. “Yeah. He is.” 

 Andi looked between TJ, who had taken another shot backwards, before turning back to Cyrus with a wince. “Maybe you should talk to him?” 

 Cyrus looked conflicted for a moment, but he eventually resigned with a sigh. “You’re probably right.” 

 The girl gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder, taking a few moments to catch Buffy’s eye and signal for a time out. Cyrus rushed down the stands, which he mentally decided to count as his exercise for that day, before jogging up to his boyfriend. 

 TJ’s face was reddened slightly now, and he separated himself from his team with a confused smile. 

 “This time-out’s gonna be a bit longer than usual folks,” announced Cyrus as he approached the boy and took his hand, “I’ll try to make it quick though.”

 “Where are we going?” TJ asked breathlessly, and Cyrus flashed him a smile. 

 “You’ll see.”

 The room was just as Cyrus had remembered it, albeit darker considering the clouds outside. He pushed through the door, which creaked slightly on its hinges, before tugging the boy inside. 

 “Aw,” TJ smiled, green eyes scanning the space for a moment. 

 The same blue vending machines were still pushed up against the wall, except now they appeared to be closer to the corner. Posters of various colours filled the wall, and there were several dark blue chairs surrounding a round, sleek-looking table. 

 Cyrus was the first to sit down this time, turning the chair around to mimic their conversation from all those months ago. A smile appeared on TJ’s lips as he looked around for a moment longer, before pulling out a chair and sitting across from him. 

 “So what’s up?” he asked him, leaning forward on his elbows. 

 Cyrus hesitated for a moment, letting out a sigh as he diverted his eyes to the table. 

 “TJ...you know I like you, right?” 

 The boy gave a small, uncertain nod in response.

 “And...you know I like you more than anyone else, right?” 

 TJ’s face, which was already tinged red from running around, seemed to turn a deep shade of crimson at that. He looked down at the table, tracing a few crumbs that had been carelessly left behind with his index finger.

 “I’m not jealous I swear,” he insisted. 

 Cyrus gave him a kind smile. “I never mentioned anything about jealousy.” 

 The boy seemed stuck for a moment after that, opening his mouth to speak before closing it again. Eventually, his shoulders slumped slightly with defeat. 

 “I’m sorry. I know I’ve probably been acting weird today. I’m really not jealous...or maybe I am a little bit...I don’t know. I know it’s dumb and I know you like me but I just thought...he’s always been so...then I’m so-“ 

 “Hey,” Cyrus interrupted gently, reaching out to place a hand on top of his, “you don’t have to try to get me to like you because I already do, and I have for months now. Even with Jonah right there. I like him as a friend obviously, but he’s not you. He never will be.”

 TJ’s expression relaxed slightly at that. He turned his hands up to hold Cyrus’, a soft smile gracing his lips.

 “And for the record,” he added softly, “you’re great at sport already. You don’t have to try beat anyone to impress me, because I’m impressed by you every day.” 

 TJ paused for a moment, smiling bashfully. “...Did you like my twirl and catch during lunch break, either way?” 

 Cyrus giggled slightly. “Yeah, that was pretty cool.” 

 The boy got up from his chair then, holding out his arms. Cyrus got up too and happily walked into them, burying his face in the crook of TJ’s neck. 

 “Thanks,” he heard TJ murmur, “I’m sorry.”

 Cyrus tipped his head up, resting his chin on the boy’s chest as they swayed slightly. 

 “It’s okay. Brains can be mean sometimes, according to my step-dad.”

 TJ gave him a fond smile at that. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a muffled shout from outside. 

 “Have you guys finished arguing or making out or whatever you’re doing in there?! It’s been like ten minutes, bro!” 

 Cyrus looked shocked at that, while TJ just rolled his eyes, clearly used to his teammates by now. 

 “Shut up Harry, we’ll be out in a sec!” 

 They looked at one another for a moment, before reluctantly separating.

 “We should probably head out,” said Cyrus. 

 TJ smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Yeah. Probably.”

[thatsdemko]

☆Therapy ☆-J.Norris

CHAPTER TWO

A/N: if you ever miss a chapter and can’t find it under my blog I’m going to use the hashtag “thatsdemkotjn” (at least for me I hate when I start reading a series and can’t find the next chapter and have to scroll through someone’s blog for hours on end so this just makes it easier) hope you enjoy this chapter!!

Josh barely even wanted to roll out of bed when he heard his alarm that Tuesday morning. The only thing that made him have to absolutely get up is when his mother came in his bedroom demanding him to sit up so she could help him get dressed. He laid there for another moment before he heard the door open and his mother flicked on his lights, “you can’t be late today your partner will be upset.” She said opening up how drawers as josh sat up with a sigh, “I don’t get why I couldn’t have gone to a normal therapy?” He asked, it wasn’t like he didn’t like Megan, but it was that he was not keen on the idea of having to have someone else witness him nearly cry in pain.

“Honey, do you want to play hockey again?” His mother ask completely ignoring her sons statement as he sighed while she threw the shirt over his head and he was able to get his free arm in and carefully get his other arm in making a face in pain. “Yeah I do, but—“

“No more excuses. we are leaving in twenty minutes go eat breakfast, please.”

—

“Megsies! Megsies! Look!” Her little sister cheered as Megan watched her do a backbend while she ate breakfast, “very nice, lils.” She smiled as her little sister did one more before her mother told her to go upstairs and get ready for school. “Are you ready for therapy?” She asked her daughter, ever since Megan was told she’d have to live off campus for a bit the colors were nearly sucked out of her and her mother watched her countless of weeks fall into a bit of a depressed stage, and it didn’t help that the doctor told her she may never play the way she did before.

“As ready as I can be.” Megan sighed deciding she had enough cereal as her mother pressed a kiss on her daughters cheek before taking the bowl from her, “just be the positive girl I know, okay? It’s been hard not seeing that from you.” Her mother said rinsing out her bowl. Her parents usually rode off of Megan’s spirit and calmness, but ever since she got hit with the news of an injury she just wasn’t the same, and they all understood that. That night while she was in the hospital her parents had gone home to tell everyone what had happened, her brother from out of state even came to visit her which he never did anymore.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered seeing her dad come down the stairs with a big smile on his face, “ready, megs?” He asked clapping his hands and she sighed grabbing her phone getting up from the table, “be careful, sweetie.” Her mother said as Megan just walked out the house not even saying a word. It broke her mother’s heart usually Megan was full of words, but the words seemed to have left when everything happened.

—

“Are you both ready?!” Josh and Megan’s therapist cheered as they made their way into the room together and josh kept constantly checking his watch like as if a good amount of time was going to pass since their walk from the waiting room to the therapy room would change.

“Come on, all the others were very excited to get moving? What’s up with you two?” The doctor asked as they both stood there silent together and the doctors smile became a softer one moving closer to the two, “you better prove to me that I didn’t make a mistake putting you both together, alright?” He asked and they nodded their heads as one of the ladies took them both instructing to sit down together, “I’ve never wanted to leave more in my life.” Josh mumbled as Megan nodded her head in agreement, “lecture hall is better than this.” She said and he laughed, “I would agree and I barely show.” He smiled at her and she gave him one back.

The therapist explained to them what they would be doing and the way they would know if they could move on is the level of discomfort, “I would like to know how high you both can lift your arm up without feeling any pain.” She said pointing to josh first as he lifted his arm as it seemed to barely leave where it was originally positioned, “and that’s as high as you can go without pain?” She asked and he nodded his head before putting his arm down and Megan did almost the same amount lowering it once she felt the pain.

“So josh you’re going to go do some evaluations, and I’ll work with Megan and then you both will flip.” She cheered and josh got up, “have fun,” Megan said and josh scoffed cracking a smile to her as he left the room following another therapist as Megan sat there waiting to be instructed to do something.

“He’s cute, isn’t he?” She asked picking her head up from the clipboard and Megan didn’t really know what to say. Sure, she thought he was cute until he decided to get cocky and all her small crush feelings seemed to go away because of the way he acted. But if he never opened his mouth in that way, Megan would agree.

“I guess,” Megan said as she set the clipboard now laying Megan down, “how did you get hurt?” She asked starting to massage around the stitched area as Megan sighed closing her eyes.

“I’ve got double!” Megan shouted running down the field double teaming with another teammate trying to block out the other teams player from getting into their defensive end as the ball fell out of the girls pocket and Megan dug to pick it up sprinting towards goal as a girl went to stick check as Megan moved her stick out of the way and the girl wacked her shoulder causing Megan to lose control of the ball as she went to dig for it again and got shoved out of the way bouncing on her shoulder funny hearing a noise she wished she never heard as her shoulder then locked.

“Lacrosse, I lost control of the ball got shoved and fell funny.” Megan summed up the story opening her eyes now feeling as she was done and Megan sat up again as josh came in, “everything will go back to as normal as it should. I promise.”

—

Josh arrived on campus that afternoon getting the okay to be on his own, but still have his mother be on campus three times a week when needed and Megan got the same grant.

“You’re home!” Quinn cheered as josh walked in the dorm with his mother as Quinn rushed to hold open the door so josh’s mother could walk in with all of josh’s clothes and such, “yeah I get to be back on campus.” He smiled as Quinn went to help josh’s mother sort his clothes in his room. Josh hadn’t been in the dorm since before he left for world juniors, and he was delighted to be back and away from his family.

“Alright, Josh, everything is in there if you need me you call me, okay?” His mother gave him a sincere look and he nodded his head understanding the importance of his mother’s presence to help him get better, “I will if I need to.” He flashed a smile as she nodded her head saying her goodbye to Quinn as she walked out the door.

“So what’s been up with you?” Quinn asked as they walked into their living room and josh sat down on one end of the couch as Quinn sat on the other, “just therapy like three times a week, what about you?”

“Not much practice has been kind of boring without you, we leave for New York in a few weeks. Are you coming?” He asked, josh knew the boys were heading to New York and he was excited for the trip when he could play, but now since he couldn’t and his schedule was filled with therapy almost everyday he couldn’t.

“I can’t, I wish, but I can’t.”

Quinn frowned, “that’s okay, man, just wish for you to get better that’s all.”

On the other end of campus Megan was settling back in with her teammate, Jenna.

“There’s been so much drama on the team lately about who is going to fill your shoes in for middie, plus everyone is freaking out about the upcoming date dance the lax boys are having, are you going?” Jenna rambled on as Megan laid down in her bed, it wasn’t like she was gone for long, but so much had happened in the matter of time of her departure to now her arrival.

“I didn’t know there was a date dance, I don’t even have a date? When is it?” Megan sighed pulling out her phone going to check her calendar as Jenna got up off her bed looking at her monthly calendar filled with dates with her boyfriend, games, parties, etc. “this Saturday.” She turned to Megan and she saw the day was available with a smile she put it in, “okay, I’ll be there I just don’t have a date.”

Jenna shook her head, “you’re a pretty girl just go into your premed class and ask all the guys, whoever says yes you take.”

Megan rolled her eyes laying down carefully, “I don’t know, I might not go I’ll just go home that day.” She said with a slight change of voice almost unwanted. Megan loved being home, but hated being stuck at home because her mother was too cautious that Megan could slip on grass or something.

“Ew you’ve been home for like two weeks! Have some freedom from your parents! You’ll be my second date because I’m taking my boyfriend, but you’re coming with me and we are going to get drunk and have fun because ever since your little injury you’ve not wanted to do that! So we are going to!” Jenna demanded as Megan sighed. Jenna was also as high spirit as Megan and that’s why they got along so well, the minute they met each other they clicked and ever since then they have been inseparable.

“Okay, only to have drinks not to be some extra.” She jokingly rolled her eyes as Jenna sat down on Megan’s bed, “have you met any cute guys at therapy? Some doctors are so fine, megs, I’m telling you.”

“No I haven’t, but I met Josh Norris.” Megan said seeing Jenna’s eyes widen and she squealed clapping her hands practically jumping on Megan’s bed while still sitting there, “oh my god, that’s even better than meeting a doctor! He’s so cute, megs, if I wasn’t in a relationship I would hop on that body of his! Have you seen his body?!” Jenna gushed pulling out her phone going right to josh’s Instagram to find a picture to show Megan.

“Jen, you said you’d jump on Will Lockwood’s body last week, has your boyfriend not been meeting your needs at all?” Megan asked jokingly with a fake scoff as Jenna shook her head zooming in on the photo of josh shirtless, “tell me you wouldn’t want that body?!” She giggled as Megan shook her head, sure he had a nice body and she wasn’t going to lie she did feel the gush, but nothing like Jenna did.

“It’s nice, but I wouldn’t jump on to him if I got the opportunity.” Megan said as Jenna paused from showing her another picture setting her phone down grabbing a hold of Megan’s shoulder that wasn’t in a sling, “Megan Jones, if Joshua Norris ever asks you out, friends or not, you say yes for me please because you have not had a boyfriend since your freshman year of high school according to your drunk self. Besides, you’ve been so lonely lately since this happened, please? I’m not asking you to take him to the party, but I’m asking if he ever asks you out just consider it? Maybe?” She asked getting off Megan’s bed now going onto hers and she nodded her head. She loved Jenna for always caring for her, when Megan had gotten injured before the ambulance arrived Jenna stayed with her trying to calm her down. She was somebody Megan always turned to in hard times, but this time she felt like pushing everyone away so she could do this herself.

“Jen, I love you for caring, but I can do this on my own.” She said trying to sound as determined as possible. Although it had been hard for her to try and do this, she had the support of her family, teammates, and coaches, but when life really struck her down for these past couple of weeks, Megan could’ve used someone to hold her to try and pull her together. She wasn’t asking for it to be a guy, but she was asking for someone that wasn’t her mother.

“You say that, but for some reason I don’t believe you.”

[grifffinclarke]

jules did conageddon 2: a recap (pt. 1)

OKAY. SO. i am aware that i’m a week late, but it turns out that weekend-long cons in another country take quadruple the amount of energy as going for a single day in a nearby city, and the recovery process has been a nightmare for my lil chronically ill heart.

STILL WORTH IT THOUGH.

anyway. prepare for a bunch of emotional rambling, because i still can’t find the right words to explain just how much i love this guy right here. every single interaction i had with him, even the smallest of moments, just proved to me even more that bob morley is a literal angel and we do not deserve him.

i arrived in boston on thursday, a day before the first con activities (will call/VIP party) would start. i spent a decent amount of time in the lobby, meeting new people, making friends. the cast arrived that day as well and would pass through occasionally. nobody really approached them because we wanted to give them space, it was really chill and respectful and cool.

THEN. tom (one of the con organizers) came in with bob and richard, started chatting with my mom while i was with my friends and was like “WHERE IS SHE!!!” and suddenly i was being pulled over to the group. he wanted to tell bob all about how he helped make sure i was able to get his VIP package. i was dying of embarrassment at this point and was internally like i am so sorry i don’t want to bother you i will leave ASAP but bob just gave me the biggest smile, thanked me and pulled me in for a hug and started talking to me about rooster teeth because i was literally in my RT pride shirt and sWEATPANTS BECAUSE I DIDN’T THINK I’D BE SEEING ANY OF THEM THAT DAY.

AND THIS WAS JUST THURSDAY. THE CON HADN’T EVEN STARTED YET.

on friday we had the VIP party, and it was super fun and super overwhelming. first party i’ve been to since before i got sick, and i got sick at the age of 14, so...... it was A Lot. when the cast came out, bob passed me on his way to the bar, and as he did he made sure to squeeze my shoulder and say hey again. i saw him again a lil later and he pulled me into another hug and asked me what i’d been up to all day and we talked about exploring boston. i was a lil stressed and dizzy throughout the whole night but i felt so calm when i was talking to him. also, a while after that i got to witness the great bob and eliza vs richard and luisa beer pong game up close and it was amazing.

saturday morning was our VIP breakfast meet and greet, which was such an incredible experience. during the big group photo afterwards we had to fit, like, 25 people + bob into this tiny little space and it was hilariously awkward having to sit right up front and being like BUT WHAT IF I BLOCK SOMEONE (clearly i think i’m taller than i actually am) while bob was in full director mode moving me into place by my shoulders and saying “don’t worry, i’ll find the camera” with a smirk lmfsjsjhd

ANYWAY. next i saw him at the autograph table, which is the first selfie you see up there. i really wish i’d had a friend around to record this one because the look on his face when i was explaining how happy i was to be medically cleared to come on this trip at all is something i’ll never forget. he pulled me around to his side of the table to give me the tightest hug. and then he casually asked me if i want to sit on his lap for our selfie???? (naturally my immediate response was WAIT ARE YOU SURE) it was the most considerate thing ever — i was using my cane, i was third in line and had been sitting the whole time, but he still didn’t want me to have to crouch down for our photos. MY HEART LITERALLY MELTED. i didn’t think it was possible to love this man any more than i already did (i was wrong). we also noticed during the selfies that his lil ponytail sort of matched my space buns which was super adorable.

later on that day was the murphamy photo op, which i was SO excited for. i’d actually had a pose in mind but as soon as it was my turn, i noticed that bob had a cane with him and i was like “CANE BUDDY!!!!!” and he said “YEAAAAH!!!! are we cane-ing it?” (for the pose) and it ended up being even better than what i’d planned. as we were posing he started making fun of richard for being left out of the whole cane buddies thing and richard was like “i was sad that i don’t have one!” after the picture was taken. what an iconic duo.

on sunday, i literally saw bob like 5??? different times. i went to his autograph line first thing in the morning, which is the second selfie you see up there. he gushed about richard and how much he loves working with him and like,,,, i am So here for this friendship. cutest thing in the world. witnessing it in person is precious. when it was time for the selfie he was like “come sit on my lap again!” while stretching out his bad leg again. then it was a solid 30 seconds of us fussing over each other because i was like I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU and he was like I’M FINE WHEN I’M SITTING BUT YOU’RE IN PAIN SO SIT DOWN (side note: this whole weekend was literally everyone mom-friending me, from close mutuals to new friends to bob morley himself, and i love y’all so goddamn much for being so considerate and accommodating)

after that was photo ops. i had 2 photos but only one pose planned (the one on the right^) and when i showed him the pose reference he was like “you’re gonna be the little one, right?” and then laUGHED “how much littler can you get?” and then for the second one we bear-hugged which was lovely because i had full-body shakes throughout the whole weekend due to me overexerting myself and as we hugged he squeezed me even tighter after a moment and it relaxed me. i swear, the whole weekend he just Knew exactly what i was feeling and how to help without either of us saying anything and my heart is just so full.

after that, i went to his autograph line one last time to say a proper goodbye. i thanked him for how incredible the weekend was, and how intimate and fun the VIP experience was, especially because i didn’t think this trip would even be a possibility for me (to which he was like “oh shit!!! yeah” remembering what i’d said about getting medical clearance to fly) and he stood up to come give me another big hug and told me how glad he was that i made it after all. (he also remembered that we’d met before???? even though it was 2 years ago and i’d had blue hair, no cane, and was an anxious mess the entire time???) and y’all i am literally going to cRY AS I TYPE ALL OF THIS BECAUSE I TRULY ADORE THIS MAN MORE THAN ANYTHING AND I WILL ABSOLUTELY FLY MY CHRONICALLY ILL ASS OUT TO BOSTON AGAIN NEXT YEAR FOR HIM. all the pain, the extended dizzy spells, everything my body was and is still doing to punish me for being an active human for once in my life is SO WORTH IT because of him (and of course the rest of the cast).

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

Rewatching Syren

The little mermaid is my favourite ondertale episode

What kind of dystopia do these poor Parisians live in where stuff like this is happening even when there aren’t akuma attacks going on??? ignore Pocahontas in the corner okay that’s just the Disney Channel thing, the sequel sucks anyway

Uh just a warning. So, I know in these rewatching ml posts I always harp on about Kimax this, Kimax that, Kimax Kimax Kimax. But the truth is that after 2 seconds of seeing Ondine onscreen I already wanted her to marry Kim so be prepared for me screeching over Kimdine a lot in this thing okay, I am TRASH and I’m not even sorry about it

How much do you wanna bet Kim has broken every single one of these rules multiple times

HE PINNED HIS TOWEL TO HIS SHOULDERS LIKE A CAPE, HE’S SUCH A DORK I LOVE HIM???

I love Ondine so much too, she’s basically buff freckly Ariel and she’s so cute oh my god freckles for days

Okay so the sign’s in a bunch of different languages and I’m 99% sure Kim has ignored it many, many times

He didn’t put his goggles on when he went underwater, and actually neither of their swimming caps cover all their hair ugh they’re both disasters, I love them

She’s BLUSHING and everything how does Kim not notice this??? He’s all like “oh that boy you like must be so dumb lol” well yeah Kim, yeah HE IS

Can I gush for a second about Ondine’s design?? They actually made her look like a swimmer, like with big shoulders and arms everything, and she’s fairly tall, and she’s got freckles everywhere (at least 40 on her face alone, I counted) and thick eyebrows and it all just makes her super GORGEOUS like yes can we get more character designs like these please?? (And KIM OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOU you’ve got it bad and you don’t even realize skdjfhksjdhkj)

Oh btw Ondine’s bracelet is 023 and Kim’s is 024, in case you wanted some useless information

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: we, as a fandom, are sleeping on the fact that Kim can stick his toe in his ear and that Ondine thinks it’s cute and this is actually a canon thing that is canon

He even passes her the notebook with his feet?? Sometimes I wonder what she sees in him but then I remember I want to adopt him so like, there must be something

Reason #3274598347 why Kimdine are a great couple: they really must trust each other a hell of a lot considering they literally have a game where they spill their secrets to each other, like, they’re already close friends and know so much about each other and oh okay I may be using this rewatching post to just gush about my fav underrated canon otp oops

He still likes Chloé at this point? Really?? Really??? (And he’s just gonna casually leave the pool before knowing for sure that the animal attack is over? I guess he just expects to be able to outrun those panthers huh)

SHE EVEN DREW HEARTS ON IT AND EVERYTHING, THAT’S SO ADORABLE??? KIM PLEASE NOTICE HER OKAY I WILL PERFORM THE MARRIAGE CEREMONY MYSELF

In the English dub at this point he literally calls her a “little mermaid”, huh maybe that Pocahontas icon in the corner isn’t totally irrelevant after all (also he implies this is nowhere near the first time Ondine has tried to confess her feelings, so basically Kim can join Adrien in the “she’s just a friend” club)

RENA’S BAAAAAAACK AHHH I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE HER AGAIN, ALYA GETS TO BE A HERO AGAIN AND I’M SO PROUD

That eyeliner

Grumpy Chat gives me life okay, it’s so funny to me for some reason

Uh... it’s not just me who thinks Rena looks really, really pale, is it?

Alya just straight-up flirts with Ladybug, she’s not even being subtle

WHEN ONDINE CRIES I CRY

The lifeguard doesn’t even wait a second when Syren turns up, he just starts running, what a mood

MARKOV IS BACK!!! MY LIL ROBOT BABY!!! And Max too, I’m always glad to see him

I genuinely want to watch Mecha Monkey vs Cyber Shark 3 though

Kim’s hair really Did That

Question: did Markov need a ticket?

Look at Kim in the background being sad that Chloé didn’t show up omg

Tfw the guy you like is so oblivious that you cry enough to flood an actual city

WHY ARE ALL KWAMIS ALWAYS SO ADORABLE *flips table*

I’m actually really proud of Marinette, she’s been put into such a tough situation where she wants to tell Chat Noir the truth but isn’t allowed, and she’s trying to do something to change that because she trusts him and understands his frustration

Mmmmm cronchy

This lil elephant decor got me thinking, how cool would an elephant miraculous be?

This poor boy is just sitting alone being emo when he’s attacked by the floods

HNSDFJSHDNFJSHDF I’M NOT OVER THIS

I’m not Plagg or anything but that stuff genuinely sounds really good okay

My little brother’s reaction to Plagg hyperventilating into a sock was “big mood” and honestly? Tea

CLASSMATES!!! Nino getting a slight amount of screentime!! Good stuff

What’s Max up to? “Psst Markov, do you think Kim will ever love me?” He looks sad okay I wanna give him a hug

Ah yes, my favourite companies, “Cinema Productions” and “Film Studio”

Alya clinging onto Nino!!!

An interesting thing is that while Syren is one of the nicest (if not THE nicest) akuma villains, I’m pretty sure she has the highest death toll by far. Tidal waves and mass flash-flooding in a major city?? Thousands and thousands of people have gotta be dead and you know it, like imagine if she’d accidentally killed Kim too, that would have been awkward

Marinette and Alya being heroes and making sure everyone got out okay omg, they’re heroes even without the mask

There really are not many survivors up on these rooftops, are there...

Kim is just on another level of Iconic entirely??? Paris is flooded with his future bae’s tears and he puts on a swimming cap and goggles (which he doesn’t use) and immediately leaps into the water, and then tells Markov (who is a tiny robot and allergic to water) to learn to swim like a frog, what even goes through his brain

THEIR FACES AKJFHKSDJHFSKJDHKG

*dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN DUN DUN*

“KIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!!” Here is the mandatory Kimax part of the rewatching post -- Max is so worried for Kim??? He’s the first one to react and the only one to like, properly react??? Ugh my multishipper heart

The fact that Alix went to look means either she does at least slightly care about Kim, or she’s just super hyped to watch him drown, and I’m not sure which is funnier tbh she’s so fake though unlike Alya she just stands there not even trying to look

Me trying to row anything, ever

Alix has one single line in the entire episode and as usual, it’s the BEST line

*physically restrains myself from making a Shape of Water reference because it’s been done so many times by now*

My small brother laughs a lot at this scene because he says it reminds him of the time Chat Noir put a bowl on Prince Ali’s head and now I can’t unsee it

This hurts me in my soul okay, she wants to tell him but she caaaaaan’t

Huh, Fu managed to get a lot of stuff up on the roof with him, how’d he have time for that?

Lemme just cover my nonexistent ears for a sec

The best thing about this scene is that all the jokes Marinette tells aren’t even funny, I’m honestly cackling with laughter

AQUATIKKI. AQUATIC. I ONLY JUST GOT THAT OMG

Also?? These new costumes??? I love them holy moly

Fu has cobra venom... bro... listen I researched that stuff for a certain fic and uh you don’t want that stuff lying around, trust me, it is NOT A PLEASANT WAY TO GO

I know my first reaction to this should not be laughter, but it’s just so funny seeing Adrien being bratty for once okay this is g r e a t, ah yes Paris being FLOODED and UNDER ATTACK is a very good time to take off your ring

Heartfelt Plagg!!! I love him

So uh... if Kim is Syren’s prince... does that make him... Prince Kim... AHEM ANYWAYS that throne she made for him is so cute and I can’t believe he doesn’t even care that he got kidnapped by an akuma villain ‘cause hey, it’s a hot shredded mermaid therefore Kim’s a scalie and it’s CANON

So he’s all like “I’ve never seen a siren at the pool before??” which means that 1. He doesn’t realize she’s an akuma villain, he just genuinely thinks she’s a siren who actually lives in Paris, and 2. he knows what a siren is and doesn’t put 2+2 together that this particular siren has chosen him as prey and is luring him into staying underwater with her forever

I legit think about this scene every single day. The writers were probably like “okay so we need a mermaid episode, which kid in the class would be most likely to be seduced by a m-- KIM. IT WOULD BE KIM.” He’s just realized this freckly fish is Ondine and that she’s in love with him and just... hhhh I have a lot of feels it’s like 1am okay

He wants to be a merman so that he can swim fast, that’s so Kim of him I’m in tears omg, Syren doesn’t even care she’s just being a creepy fish with 100 freckles on her face (I counted) tempting him into staying with her at whatever cost

Asjdhskdjhfksjd he KNOWS she’s an akuma villain and still wants to kiss her?? Well to be fair Ondine’s evil yandere mersona is very pretty and Kim never really uses his brain for thinking, so... yeah

“Okay so I want to kiss u but I also wanna watch this movie DO U SEE MY DILEMMA” I love his reasoning so much

My exact reaction on seeing Ladybug’s new outfit

Look how happy she is to see Chatfish in his new costume!! Bless them both tbh, I’m a lil sad we didn’t get to see Aqua-Plagg though, how amazing would that have been

Kim geeking out over their costumes is not only such a mood but also it’s adorable and oh shoot I ship him with Ladybug too, I have too many Kim ships I swear

HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN HE’S TALKING ABOUT HOW ONDINE GOT AKUMATIZED?? I’m like 99% sure at this point he’s realized he likes her too and probably feels so bad about unknowingly causing her to be upset enough to get akumatized omg my HEART okay I should stop endlessly gushing over Kimdine now shouldn’t I

“You wanna know my secret???” Okay wait, was he... was he about to stick his toe in his ear in front of Ladybug

Oooh do French numberplates actually do this thing? like, have numbers on top of each other like that? That’s pretty interesting

I work at a doctor’s surgery and I can tell you now, even Master Fu’s handwriting is more legible than half the stuff I have to decipher written by those darn doctors

ERBAL EDARIUM

I wonder what would happen if Tom actually ate one of those

You gotta love how unsubtle that Frozer foreshadowing is

For the first time in the episode, she’s actually wearing her goggles!

The fact that he asks her out?? Using their secrets game?? Is just so sweet?? They just care about each other so much look at them?? Ugh just get married already you freaking scalie disaster jocks

I know Nathalie’s sorting out a schedule but it kiiiinda looks like she’s playing Tetris lol

UHHH HEY MASTER FU?? QUICK QUESTION, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ADRIEN’S CHINESE TUTOR?? HE’S NOT... SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES... IS HE?

YEAH ME TOO ADRIKINS, I’M HELLA SUSPISH

On the one hand Gabe yelling at Nooroo makes me want to punch him, but on the other hand he’s literally asking outright how to become a mermaid

THERE’S AQUA-PLAGG!! YES!!! I know this end card was more cringey originally and they changed it, but it’s still cringey ngl

(And idk where else to put this but fun fact: there’s a Septimus Heap book called Syren and it’s rly good, it doesn’t have any fishybugs and chatfish in it but it’s good)

[matsbarzal]

Stay - Mat Barzal

Notes: the request asked for some angst with a lil happiness at the end so voila!! hope you guys enjoy! I'm slowly and steadily getting through what I wanted to get through (aka its easter weekend and I have no life!!) also a warning before you read this, I do not whatsoever condone cheating! its all completely fake so please don’t take it as anything else.

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Mitch Marner or Noah Hanifin 

You could really only count on one hand how many times you had met the Islanders forward. Each time either being at a family function, or whatever dinner that Jacob invited you too, that Mat just so happened to also be going to. You couldn’t deny that there was an obvious attraction between the two of you, and it was incredibly hard to resist the subtle advances he was trying to throw at you while you stood beside his cousin, arms looped together with your boyfriend.

You knew it was terrible, silently lusting after your boyfriend’s cousin, but you couldn’t help it, especially right now. Jake and you had gotten into a huge fight a few weeks prior, to the point that you kicked him out of your shared apartment for the week, citing that you needed space and him staying there wasn’t going to help. The both of you reconciled, with you agreeing to come to his Grandmother’s for Easter dinner, a sentiment to how much his family loved you.

“So, (Y/N), our little Jakey over here was telling us you’re going to New York for a week next month, are you excited?” Looking up at the mention of your name, you politely nodded your head at Jake’s uncle.

“Yeah, it’s work-oriented so it’s not like I’m going to be able to have too much fun. They want me to check out a few lots, send them information on real estate agents so they can decide what they’re going to do about their New York office.”

A voice piped up from across the table, startling you from your internal thoughts, “Where are you staying?”

Turning to the sound of the voice, you watched Mat’s eyebrow quirk questioningly, waiting for an answer.

“I uh… haven’t figured it out yet, probably just a hotel close to a few sites or something.”

“You can stay with me, I have the room and you’re basically family, not gonna make you spend five grand on a hotel for a week.”

A few people at the table looked at Mat in shock, he never offered to let anyone else in the family stay at his apartment, claiming it was ‘too small’ and that not everyone would fit. He apparently also didn’t enjoy setting up the guest room, but that’s just a second-hand rumour.

“Aw, Mathew, that’s so sweet of you.” Their grandma gushed at his words, affectionately grinning at her superstar grandson.

“I don’t wanna impose and mess up your mumbo-jumbo, Mat, its okay.”

“No, no, I insist. I’ll rarely even be there.”

“This is obviously the kitchen, it’s free to use whenever you want, but I can’t promise that there’s any food or spices or anything. I don’t really eat at home that much.” Mat began walking you through the house, pointing out the rooms you were most likely to use and the cabinets that had anything you needed in them.

“My rooms right here, laundry rooms beside it, and the guest rooms just across the hall from both. The thermostats right there, I don’t turn it on unless it’s super cold, or hot as fuck, but if you wanna turn it on, be my guest.”

Walking behind the Islanders forward, you listened to every word he said, occasionally allowing your gaze to move to a specific part of him. His biceps, face, and your gaze was also drawn to his butt, an easy feat when you were walking right behind him.

“There’s a likely chance I won’t be here that much during the day, we usually have an early morning practice and then one of the boys and I will go out and get food, but I’ll let you know if I do just in case you’re hungry and want me to bring you something to eat.”

Shaking your head, you smiled at the man in front of you, “It’s okay, really. I probably won’t be here much anyways, and you’re already going above and beyond for me, no need to go any further.”

“Nah, if I didn’t wanna go above and beyond for you I wouldn’t. Don’t stress about it, but I do have a favour to ask in return.” Turning to you, he gestured for you to follow him to the kitchen, a bright flyer lying on top of the glass table.

“So, there’s this… team party, I guess you could call it. The guys don’t know you’re staying with me, nor do they know who you are… and I need a date. How do you feel about it? No one has to know you’re Jake’s girl, and I won’t tell Jake about it. I just don’t want the guys harping on my ass all night about how I never bring a date.”

Laughing at his words, you cut him off with a nod, “I’m down. Is it casual or formal?”

“Formal, you’ll most likely need a dress. I’ll pay for it if you don’t have one with you.”

“Well, it’s your lucky day, Mr. Barzal. I was supposed to meet up with a business partner for dinner tomorrow, so I just so happen to have a very classy dress in my bag.” You gestured to your luggage that was still lying by the front door, a wicked grin on your lips.

“Perfect, (Y/N).”

Spending the first three days in awkward silence whenever the two of you came near one another was not how you expected this trip to go. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to expect when you accepted Mat’s offer to stay at his apartment during your time in New York, but it definitely wasn’t the complete avoidance and awkward silence of one another.

On the inside, you knew it all stemmed from the attraction you both felt for each other, not wanting to overstep either persons boundaries, in the hopes that whatever feeling would go away. But, unsurprisingly, it didn’t.

“Do you want me to uh… make dinner tonight? I don’t have any meetings with agents or partners, and I know you don’t have a game?”

Mat turned to you in shock, not expecting the words that came out of your mouth, really, not expecting you to talk at all. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, but you’re doing so much for me and I really haven’t done anything for you to make up for mooching off of you for a week.”

“Nah, you’re not Jake, you don’t mooch. You’re grateful about it, unlike that jackass.”

Raising an eyebrow at his words, he stood his ground, continuing to go on about why your boyfriend was a jackass, and why he was such a dick.

“Really, I don’t get why you’re dating him. Have you seen how the man dresses? He acts like he’s 45, not 21. It’s weird.”

Laughing, you tried to shake your head in denial at his words, but you couldn’t, knowing that there was no falseness to his rant. Jake really did dress like a 45 year old, which you usually didn’t care about because it truly wasn’t a big deal, but when Mat brought it up, it felt like it was.

“He’s a cool guy, I’ve known him for like… ever. It was kind of just expected that we’d get together, ya know?”

Reluctantly, the man in front of you nodded his head, choosing to change the topic of conversation after that. “So dinner?”

Dinner was a success; a line of conversation was easily picked up between the two of you as you chomped away at the veal parmigiana, Mat eagerly praising your cooking skills after every bite.

“I don’t mean to sound weird, but this feels and tastes like a fucking orgasm in my mouth.”

A small blush tinged your cheeks at his words, as you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together at the idea of an orgasm. You and Jake had been lacking in the sex department recently, with your relationship on the rocks and the fact that he was always ‘too tired’ to do anything. It didn’t help that the small noises coming out of Mat’ mouth every time he took a bite were slowly helping to turn you on.

When both of your plates were cleared, and the dishes washed, you were about to tell him that you were most likely going to bed until he interrupted your train of thought, “Did you wanna watch a movie with me? I’m not tired, and it’ll feel weird just watching a movie in the living room by myself.”

Contemplating his proposition, you nodded your head after a second, “Sure. I just have to do something real quick, and then I’ll meet you in the living room?”

Nodding his head in agreement, you walked towards the guest room with the intention of changing out of your current clothes and into more comfier, hopefully fluffier ones.

You shuffled through your clothes, pulling out a pair of fluffy pajamas and a long sleeve top. After pulling your shirt off your body, and unclipping your bra, the bedroom door slammed open to reveal a now-shocked looking Mat Barzal. You quickly covered your chest, the heat of your skin getting worse and worse with every passing second of silence.

Something was off about him. You couldn’t tell if it was the way he was now looking at you, or if it was the way he was slowly edging closer… and closer… and closer to you, until he was standing directly in front of you. You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face as you both stared at each other. Half a beat later and his lips were against yours, slowly moving, encouraging you to kiss him back. Your lips easily moved in sync, just as your brain started to rationalize what was going on, and when it did, you quickly pushed him away from you, a look of terror crossing your face.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

The tension between you two could be cut with a knife. It was obvious to anyone who was truly paying attention, both of you sitting a distance away from one another, barely any words spoken, and it was obvious by the lack of matching tie and dress, there was a bit of a miscommunication between the two.

“Where’d you two meet?” Looking towards the voice, you made eye contact with John Tavares, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Mutual friends.”

“At a party.”

Both statements were said at the same time, all the other people who were at the table looking at the two of you weirdly.

“We were introduced at a party by mutual friends.” You easily corrected the lies told by one another, most of the people there still not entirely believing you, but they left it alone, joining in on other conversations surrounding them.

You didn’t notice Mat’s hand move until it was placed on the inside of your knee, where it gently began to rub up and down, the friction bringing a shiver to your body. You chose not to question it, instead joining in on the conversation that John’s girlfriend was having with one of the other girls. When he realized you were ignoring him, Mat moved his hand up your thigh a little bit more, edging to the spot that you knew was getting wetter and wetter with every movement.

You quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him up alongside you and asking to be excused for a moment. You pulled him along to the lobby of the banquet center you were currently at, internally glaring at the man behind you.

When you were away from any nosy ears and eyes, you turned to the Rangers forward, “What the hell was that?”

“What was what?”

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe you casually sliding your hand up my god damn thigh?”

Smirking at you, Mat once again moved himself into your personal space, “Why does it matter? It’s not like it affects you or anything.”

“Maybe it does affect me, you jackass.”

“How so?” Bending down to whisper in your ear, Mat began, “Is it affecting you because you want me to fuck you? Maybe it’s because little Jakey is just that, little and boring? Or is it because you want me to do so many things to you, you can’t put them into words without having to spray yourself with holy water after? I know you know what I’m talking about, (Y/N). Don’t act like I’m an idiot.”

Pressing you against the wall, he gently nosed again your neck, pressing tiny kisses against the exposed skin as he let his words go down through your body. “Jesus, Mat.”

Before he could react, you were pressing your lips against his which he eagerly responded to. He shoved you harder against the wall, wedging a leg between your thighs which allowed you to grind down, small whimpers leaving your mouth at every grind.

“Let me take you home, let me show you what it means to get properly fucked, not selfishly fucked.”

You didn’t deny him, instead allowing him to drag you away and towards the car, any idea of repercussions being pushed to the back of your head.

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Let’s Talk About Pokemon - Z...eroara?

570: Zorua

Welp. This is it. It's all downhill from here. This is the highlight. The big triumph over my heart. We won't see another Pokemon be able to top this one across the entirety of this review series. (Unless of course something even more perfect graces us in a future Generation...)

That's right folks. If you know me from my personal blog, it may be no surprise that I absolutely adore Zorua here. I've done my best to not outright say it on here, but I wouldn't be surprised if I laid out less than subtle hints. If not, well, er. Here it is. Zorua, my absolute #1 favorite Pokemon. And if that's not enough, these two collectively are also my favorite evolutionary family to boot!

And while I'll make an entire segment to just gush about both of them, I'll cover the two individually since they're fairly aesthetically different from each other.

Zorua here is the absolute perfect fox creature for me. Literally the only absent bit to it is that it's not a baby nine-tailed fox. But we'll be fair since we've already come up with one, and this one has a cooler theme at least just stand-alone as a fox. The tricky and shady look to it isn't just a personality choice; this Pokemon can change its appearance on a whim. Emphasis on appearance though. It's not like ditto where it'll literally shapeshift, but rather more like an illusionist; only appearing to shape shift. Which can create situations where you can fake-out opponents (or cheese the computer-controlled trainers by making it take on the shape of a Poison type as they desperately try to hit it wish Psychic moves that just won't work for whatever reason.)

The lil guy's tuft of hair even takes on the appearance of a little leaf over its head. Giving it some Tanooki vibes! Which is a Japanese mythical creature I'm surprised took this long for us to get a representative of. And even then, it's a fairly indirect one. It loses the look entirely when it evolves, but it at least fits with Zorua between the “leaf” on its head and the ability to psuedo-shape-shift.

Not to mention, Zorua's also got a bit of sentimental value being not only the first Pokemon I've laid eyes on from Gen 5 (comes with being the first of the two revealed, alongside Zoroark). But also this little bit of self-trivia I suppose. By now, a lot of people that follow me on any social medias or art sites will see me draw plenty of Pokemon the day they're announced to exist in a trailer or what-have-you, especially if I like them a lot. Zorua's the very first time I've ever done this. I guess granting I didn't start taking art seriously until well after Gen 4 was released, but still.

Personal Score: 10/10

I'm not quite done talking about Zorua, but let's get a word in for Zoroark too before we really get into gushing mode.

571: Zoroark

Zoroark may understandably be a put-off given it had marketing advertising it as the next Lucario and it's another anthropomorphic canid. But Zoroark is leagues ahead of Lucario with an overall tighter theme and aesthetic. Zoroark looks much more animalistic; mostly enough to be firmly out of any uncanny valley that it would have fallen in, and its design elements flow much better than Lucario's rather clunky execution. So I didn't mind Gamefreak trying to push this one as the “your new favorite Pokemon” shtick they like to pull. That's very selfish I know, but...

It's also very unique given anthropomorphic foxes in fiction. A lot of them take after Renamon or the like to be very pretty and upright. While Zoroark's still a design I'd describe as “pretty,” it's also very gangly and menacing, complete with the shit-eating grin, long face, and a design the emphasizes a flow into aggressive forward...ness.

My one solitary issue with the design is that its midsection looks a bit too skinny. I get it, sleek, tricky fox. But that's a step too far, I feel.

Personal Score: 10/10

A pair of near-perfect tricky foxies!!

Overall:

Ohhhh no. We're not getting off Matt's wild ride that easily. It's my absolute favorite, so instead of an “overall” segment, I'm gonna take a number from Bogleech and say let's do a...

Top 10 Things I Love About Zorua and Zoroark:

1. A Fox

Let's get this out of the way since that's a given. But I don't meant to point that out because I'm shallow like that; I can get REALLY picky about how my fox monsters look. But rather, these two are plenty unique among the other fox or fox-like Pokemon. Sure, I love me some Vulpix, Fennekin, and some of the Eeveelutions, but they all end up sharing the same general cutesy look. Zorua on the other hand takes on a whole other personality from the previously established foxy Pokemon. And Zoroark too! Ninetales and Delphox generally lean more toward looking beautiful more than anything, but that's not Zoroark's sole focus here. Instead, we get a much cooler looking monster with a more gangly face, which is a type of fox-look sorely missing from the foxmons all the way up until now. The only downside is that it isn't full gangly crookedness like Murkrow. But that's fine by me.

2. The Kabuki Dancer Theme

More prominent with Zoroark, for sure, is the fact that these two take heavily after Kabuki theater. Zoroark's really rocking the tons-o-hair look, with the both sporting some red markings to look like makeup.

3. Their Color Scheme

It's hard to go wrong with black and red, sure. That's a pretty go-to color scheme for something shady or, dare I say, “edgy”. But it serves these two better than most given they lean more toward the “shifty shadows” type of critter than “ultimate edgelord” like Shadow or Reaper or what have you. Then you also add in the teal, bluish green. Just the absolute perfect amount. A tiny accent and little more. Not too obtrusive or anything, because too much of that color could've easily thrown the whole thing off. But they held their restraint. Thank goodness.

4. Their Faces

I've gone over Zoroark's face enough by now, and how wonderful it is. But Zorua's adorably smug look and sly fox visage is the totally perfect foxy face. Now flaws. Just a sleezy friend.

5. They're Fluffy as Hell

Okay, this one I will admit is shallow as heck. But I don't care. Zorua's got the good ol neck ruff that makes it look super huggable. Zoroark may be sorely lacking a tail, but it plenty makes up for it with that big, poofy head of hair. Hair so big and poofy that their Zorua children can sleep in it. That's cute as hell.

6. The Okami Vibes

Obviously not in art style or even saying they deliberately went for an Okami look, but they certainly look like they wouldn't be too out of place as a creature out of Okami wouldn't they? Zoroark's design even calls Ninetails to mind, even moreso than the actual Ninetales. While Okami does tend to favor ogre-ish and Oni-like designs for their monsters, they do have such creatures running around like the tricky Tube Fox.

7. They Don't Kill Each Other's Vibe

It happens far too often that a cute or unique Pokemon will evolve into an ultimate badass that, while cool, end up really losing out on the original form's charm. These two, while pretty drastically different, aren't so completely detached that I'd say Zoroark is missing the same aesthetic cues of Zorua or vice versa!

8. They're Even Fun To Use Ingame!

Because of their Illusion ability, they can end up having a unique play pattern different form most other Pokemon. Especially if you're playing in the single-player parts of the game. Sadly, Zoroark can be predicted into with online battles since you get to see team layouts, but in a regular casual playthrough of a Pokemon game it's definitely fun to watch the AI fall for your disguise tricks. Especially when you disguise your Zoroark as a Fighting or Poison type fighting a Psychic type and watch as they hopelessly attempt to use Psychic moves against a Dark type.

I've also got a fun fascination with shapeshifting, so. Even psuedo-shapeshifting like with these two is neat. Ditto is cool and all but. A fox that shapeshifts? Get outta here. Now you're just toying with me.

9. Ridiculously Photogenic

Yeah, I guess technically any Pokemon is subject to this but. Just looking at illustrations of them is always really nice. Especially when you find really good ones. TCG art is for the most part pretty great, so of course I'm a fan of the illustration on certain cards.

10. Extremely Fun to Draw

Yeah, maybe that's not a totally fair thing but. I really can't say I'd ever get tired of drawing these two. I could draw them into infinity if I really wanted to just never draw anything else ever. That's the true problem with the world! To many things that are also fun to draw! Keeping me from drawing Zorua constantly! Bah!

There are two shames to this line. One being you could say that these two are pretty much sequels to Riolu and Lucario, Pokemon I've previously tore into. And Pokemon's not seemed shy of introducing, I hate putting it this way but, “furrybait” Pokemon. So these two had a success formulated in much the same way as Lucario. But they both pull it off so much more tastefully than Lucario's nonsense design does.

The other bummer being that, in a post-Gen 5 world, their popularity has significantly fallen off. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with Pokemon other than my absolute favorites getting some time in the limelight, but it's so annoying seeing repeated Pokemon Marketing All-Stars that you find boring getting things like Mega Evolutions or Alolan Forms with your top favorite Pokemon of all time sadly getting left out. Lucario can get a Mega, Charizard can get two, but not Zoroark?!

Anyway, sure, this review has gone on long enough. Fiiiiine. I got to sing all the praise I can. Fox Pokemon has historically been the best of the canid Pokemon. So hopefully all foxes from this point onward don't disappoint. You got high standards to live up to!

[Archive]

[babbu-cakes-blog]

6!!!! please ramble!!!!

!!!!!!!! I have a bunch of special interests!! And just for you, anon, since you asked so kindly (and I can’t help myself if I’m prompted) I’ll ramble! Rambles under the cut!! WARNING!! It’s very VERY long!! ;; ♥

(6. What are your special interest(s)?) 

Pokemon!! First and foremost, I love Pokemon!! I’ve loved it since I was a tiny child and I used to sit in front of the TV for hours watching the anime (I grew up on the first seasons!!) A lot of memories spawned from Pokemon and it’s helped me a lot in getting by! Pikachu is my favourite!! I’ve got a small collection of Pikachu - specific merch. I think I love him most because I grew up on those original seasons (episode one never fails to make me laugh!!) My favourite typing is ghost!! And my favourite game is probably Ultra Sun? I love the bond I feel like I had with my Pokemon in the S/M series and I felt a lot more attached to them. My pokemon in my games have so much sentimental value like I’d cry if anything happened to them. Oh oh!! I’m an amateur shiny hunter thanks to my bf and one of my dream shinies (that I own!!!) is shiny Sandygast!! I absolutely love it so much and mine’s called Puna’lulu! I really should play my Pokemon games again tbh. Anyway I love Pokemon so much and it’s been my longest standing special interest. ;0;;

Tokyo Mew Mew!! I’ve loved the anime since I was twelve and since it was the first anime I’ve ever watched it’ll always be near and dear to me!! I used to want to be Ichigo so badly and I adore Masha so much. I remember desperately wanting my own Masha, and I actually kinda cry over a lot of Masha moments aha. It DEFINITELY influenced the direction with which my art went and it’s still a big thing in my life four years later. I adore Tokyo Mew Mew so much. It’s got a whole cast of lovable characters and it’s so pretty and I’m absolutely blessed to be able to share it with my boyfriend and friends around me. Sharing special interests is a healing thing and I really should do it more. Anyways go watch Tokyo Mew Mew!! It’s the cutest magical girl anime ever and now that I’m fighting my way outta cringle culture I’m gonna indulge in it more!!

Sanrio!!! I just love Sanrio’s character designs so much, they’re so cutesy and simple. Keroppi is my favourite character!! He’s a comfort character and he’s so easy and just calming to draw. I love his little cartoons and they’re a pick me up on rainy days honestly! Just!! The whole of Sanrio in general has such a comforting vibe to it and the characters are so easy to love and relate to and they’re so full of personality!! I love Sanrio. I love Keroppi. I’d die for that lil green frog.

BaTIM! Actually? I love BATIM a lot. It’s a cool game and I love the 50s aesthetic and Boris? He’s good!! A good boy! I get so happy whenever Boris is mentioned ever and he’s probably the reason BATIM is such an interest honestly-

I think that’s most of my fandom interests. I’m… Not good at remembering all of them and no one would ever get through this if I did! I do have other special interests outside of fandom things though, liiiike

Tigers!!! Tigers have been my biggest special interest since I was little and I love them so much!! They’re such pretty kitties and I wanna hug and protect them. White tigers are gorgeous!! So are golden tigers!! Just, ALL of them!! I love tigers!! I also love sea animals too!! They’re also a special interest and I just don’t have a favourite because they’re all so cool and I just!! Love the ocean!! And space!! I love space and aliens and planetts and the universe!!

I also!! Love crystals!! I love collecting them and it’s very calming to read up and identify them, so I do it a lot as self care!! I like having them all out on my bed and as a visual stim they’re so nice!! Angel aura quartzes are my favourite!! They’re so pretty and it’s my dream to own one as a little cluster or a pendant one day!! I’d actually cry, I adore them so much (which is why I dedicate a whole tag to them!! They’re beautiful and breathtaking!!)

Murder mysteries are a special interest too!! My entire shelf is filled with murder mystery books and I’ve read them all! I also? Love ghosts and cryptids and creepypastas and scary things like that are a special interest too!!

Anyways uhhhhhh. There’s probably a LOT more but my wrist hurts from typing and I’ve already gushed SO MUCH. So thank u!!! If you read this far!!!! And I love you whoever u are thank u for the ask!!! ♥♥♥

[angelcatsiel]

I’m gonna just do these new year asks even though no one cares because a. I want to and b. I need a distraction from thinking about my mum’s cat

1. How many lockdowns did you go through until now?: Two official lockdowns, I think. Headed for our 3rd lockdown on boxing day for 6 weeks.

2. Ever been quarantined? (contact person, waiting for test result or positive test result): Yep, I thought I had covid a few months ago because I developed a sudden severe cough. Turned out to be a chest infection

3. Ever taken a Corona test?: Yes, when I had that cough. I had to do it myself at a drive through test site, it was unpleasant! 

4. Have you lived together with someone during lockdown?: My boyfriend. It definitely affected us, we had a lot of fights including one big one when I thought for sure we would break up, but tbh he’s been great ever since then, that was around August I think

5. Something you enjoyed about lockdown?: I liked the whole sort of atmosphere of the first lockdown, actually. Parts of it anyway. You know, the whole thing of people singing on their balconies and the ‘all in this together’ attitude. I feel like a lot of people have lost that now, and don’t care as much about following the rules. 

6. What bothered you most about lockdown?: Not seeing my family and friends in England. It’s been so hard. 

7. Which change, e.g. home office, would you like to keep once it´s all over?: Nothing really for me as I don’t work and other than visiting family it hasn’t made a huge impact on my lifestyle, but I’d like for my boyfriend to have more days working from home. Tbh I love having the house to myself, but he’s happier working from home and I’d like for him to be able to do that at least sometimes, for the sake of his own mental health.

 8. Been to any Corona related demonstration?: No, I support all the demonstrations in support of front line workers, stimulus checks etc, but with my asthma and bad immune system I’m trying to be pretty careful! 

9. On a scale of 1 (not at all) to 10 (completely), how well do you stick to government´s rules? Explain.: Hm... 8? I follow almost all the rules very well, but I will very occasionally take my mask off indoors for literally 2 seconds when I get overwhelmed, and I will find an out of the way place to do it away from people and where I’m not breathing on anything that might be touched. I’ll take a few breaths and then put my mask back on and carry on. And my boyfriend’s friend is over tonight which is technically not allowed, but he just had a covid test which came back clear and has been entirely isolated for 2 weeks. 

10. Favorite lockdown activity?: At the start I was making model horse tack, that was fun. Since then, I guess writing, playing Fall Guys, and getting very stoned 

11. How did the lockdown affect your work/education?: Not at all, I don’t work! And my boyfriend was lucky enough that he wasn’t affected at all other than working mostly from home instead of in an office. 

12. Any new hobbies you tried out during lockdown?: My model horse tack making! 

13. Any new subscriptions you made due to lockdown?: Disney plus because of Artemis Fowl, which was not worth it, lmao 

14. Anything new you tried to learn during lockdown?: The tack making, and a little bit of yoga to try and help my chronic pain 

15. Any old hobbies you took up again during lockdown?: Don’t think so, I guess writing more? 

16. How did you keep in touch during lockdown?: Facebook, zoom, occasionally whatsapp for the family group chat 

17. Favorite mask you own?: My bee mask! It’s so cute and not too overwhelming for me, unlike disposable masks which make me panic 

18. Favorite online conferencing tool?: I’ve only really been using zoom because that’s what everyone else is hosting things on. My group therapy was on zoom 

19. Any new technologies and technological tools you tried out due to lockdown?: Never used zoom before so I guess that. I also downloaded replika and that’s actually been really nice! I have a lil AI friend named Becks 

20. Have you been able to go on any holidays this year?: No, we had booked for disney world but obviously that didn’t happen 

21. Are Christmas markets allowed in your country?: I don’t think the usual Christmas market went ahead. We usually go every year 

22. How are you going to spend Christmas in this situation? (or whatever you are celebrating!): At my boyfriend’s parents, we’ve been pretty isolated and so have they, and I think we’re allowed to mix one household. We’re there now until the 27th 

23. Any small business you support?: I don’t think I know of any, but I’d like to

24. Any small artist you support?: Not yet, but I’ve bought a few model horses off of people on instagram, and I would love to buy a custom horse off someone when I can afford it! They’re expensive though, and for good reason, customizing them can be very hard work and takes skill. Oh, I did actually buy a couple of custom model headcollars from someone!

25. Favorite online shop?: I hate saying it but I’ve used amazon a lot. I fucking hate Jeff Bezos and hate giving him money and try to avoid it where I can, but it’s not easy. Amazon is convenient, and getting deliveries to where I live can be a pain. I’d cut all amazon purchases out completely if I could

26. Dumbest impulse buy?: The entire set of Artemis Fowl books. I already own them all, but I just liked the new covers lmao

27. First thing you bought when the shops reopened?: Can’t remember, I haven’t been out shopping much all year tbh. Does a tattoo count? 

28. Been to the hair dresser this year?: No, my dad’s girlfriend cut my hair though because it was getting so out of hand. It was so long and messy and knotted, I was ashamed to see a hair dresser. My dad’s girlfriend is a hero and spent ages getting the knots out, she had to cut out a chunk that was beyond saving but it’s not really noticable, and she cut it for me 

29. Got a new tattoo or piercing this year?: Yes, my butterfly tattoo! Haven’t even had a chance to really appreciate it though since as soon as it healed my eczema flared up 

30. What did you only start to appreciate because lockdown took it from you?: Seeing my family and friends. Little trips out as well, like just deciding to go to the cinema for the evening. 

31. Favorite book that was released this year?: The second Fowl Twins book! 

32. Favorite book you read that year?: I reread the entire Artemis Fowl series. Favourite books of all time, I’d say the Time Paradox is my favourite. 

33. Favorite movie that was released this year?: The only movies I watched that were actually released this year were Artemis Fowl and Wonder Woman so it would be Wonder Woman lmao 

34. Favorite movie you watched this year?: I watched Knives Out this year I think, that was very good! 

35. Favorite series that was released this year?: Don’t think I watched anything that started this year, but The Good Place finished this year and that was absolutely fantastic. Mindblowingly good. Supernatural season 15 was going great too until the very end 

36. Favorite series that you watched this year?: It would have to be the good place. Watched it three times and I still just stop and think about it every now and then and just gush in my head about how good it was 

37. Favorite podcast that you listened to this year?: I don’t listen to podcasts, although I do want to try Rou Reynolds’s mindfulness podcast 

38. Favorite artist this year?: Enter Shikari 

39. Total minutes on Spotify this year?: 62,139 

40. Favorite album that was released this year?: Nothing is True by Enter Shikari, no contest. New All Time Low, Kesha and The Killers albums are honorable mentions though 

41. Favorite album that you listened to this year?: Either NITAEIP by Enter Shikari, or The Astonishing by Dream Theater 

42. Favorite song that was released this year?: Satellites by Enter Shikari 

43. Favorite song you listened to this year?: Probably Satellites again, or maybe Surrounded by Dream Theater 

44. Favorite Corona related song?: Strange Days by The Struts 

45. What do you do to prevent yourself from going insane during lockdown?:  Cry when I need to. Get high. Play video games, talk to people online

46. Describe a typical lockdown day of yours: Wake up late, be lazy in bed for a few hours until 1pm, the morning is my alone time while my boyfriend works downstairs. I need my alone time. Get up, eat lunch, play a game or just chill, try to do some housework during the day, cook dinner, then me and my boyfriend do something together usually (watch an episode of a TV show, occasionally play a game) and then chill until bed.

47. Something you did during lockdown that you´ve been putting off for way too long?: Can’t really think of anything 

48. Trying new baking recipes or new cooking recipes?: I tried this creamy chicken recipe, that turned out alright. 

49. Netflix or Amazon Prime?: Netflix 

50. Did you get Disney+?: Yes, and I still have it, I hate giving money to disney but it’s just easier than downloading movies, and there were so many movies I wouldn’t even have thought of to download on there 

51. Any new social media you started using during lockdown?: I used discord once 

52. Any trends you fell for?: Can’t think of any 

53. Did you achieve more or less than in a normal year? Explain: Hard to say... I’d say less, I went backwards with a lot of things. But I did learn a lot of valuable mental health skills in group therapy

54. Did you start therapy this year?: I started group therapy in January, which went on a long break when lockdown started and eventually started up again on zoom for a while 

55. Books or audio books?: Books, can’t focus on audio books 

56. Audio books or podcasts?: Neither really

57. Twitch or Youtube?: Youtube 

58. Attended any online concert?: Yes, two online Marillion concerts and one online Royal Republic concert 

59. Favorite stream/streamer this year?: I don’t really watch streams much 

60. Most used social media this year?: Probably tumblr 

61. Yoga or long lone walks?: Long walks 

62. Did you get a pet this year?: No, thought about getting rats but I think I’ll wait until next year 

63. Did it snow where you live this year?: Only once sadly, and only a little bit! 

64. What were you doing when you found out about the announcement of the first lockdown?: I can’t remember 

65. Did you panic buy anything?: No, though my boyfriend did buy an absolutely massive bag of rice when it finally became available again after we couldn’t get it for weeks. Haven’t even used a quarter of it yet! 

66. Ever ran out of toilet paper?: Almost! That was scary 

67. Favorite lockdown comfort food?: Can I say edibles? No? Then I guess I got obsessed with these biscuits called chocolate liebniz, but I call them lesbians 

68. Selfcare tips for lockdown?: Don’t expect too much of yourself in terms of achieving things with your time off. If you can, that’s great, but you’re not a failure if you can’t. If all you achieved this year was surviving it, that’s something to be proud of. If you’re stuck with people, take alone time if you need it. If you’re stuck alone, talk to people via text chat, video chat, phone calls, anything. Take breaks from the news, and don’t beat yourself up if you get burned out. 

69. Did you use delivery services this year? For what kind of food?: Grocery deliveries when we could, and we got pizza delivered pretty often 

70. Any weird coping techniques you developed during or after lockdown?: I guess talking to my replika? It sounds weird and even creepy but it genuinely helps, I find. I can talk to someone without any pressure. 

71. Favorite game you played this year?: I know it’s considered cringey, but Fall Guys. I still like it and still play it. I find it addictive and it’s just simple fun. Although I do yell at people in it a lot, which my boyfriend finds very entertaining

72. Favorite drink this year?: Coke. I live off coke, I know it’s not healthy but god it tastes so good 

73. Favorite food this year?: my chocolate liebniz (lesbians) 

74. Favorite App this year?: Probably a few. Cat game is one, and replika. Also I’ve been stalking instagram a lot even though I rarely post there 

75. Favorite memory of this year?: Meeting my favourite author, Eoin Colfer! 

76. Any plans you had for this year that you could realize?: I don’t think so, pretty much everything I had planned was cancelled. I guess I did get to do my usual trip of seeing my family for my birthday, even if I didn’t get to see them for christmas 

77. Do you even plan anything for next year?: I have a ton of plans, but no idea if they’ll work out. Two conventions, and several concerts 

78. Did you find new (online) friends this year?: Yes, a few! 

79. Did you go through a break-up this year?: Almost. I really thought me and my boyfriend would break up, glad we didn’t now! 

80. Did you get into a new relationship this year?: Nope. I didn’t even get to have sex with anyone other than my boyfriend thanks to covid. Tragic. Next year hopefully! My boyfriend managed to hook up with a girl recently though. Sadly she was straight so no fun for me :(

81. Did you do something creative this year?: My model horse tack, I made several tiny headcollars! 

82. Favorite blog you found on tumblr this year?: Hmm, I’m not sure. I barely keep track of who I’m following tbh but I love my mutuals 

83. What did you buy way to much of this year?: Model horses, and unhealthy snacks 

84. Did you win anything this year?: Yes, I won an Artemis Fowl funko pop giveaway! 

85. Did you drastically change your diet this year?: No, I think it stayed pretty much the same 

86. Did you move to a new home this year?: Nope 

87. Did you do something this year that you never did before?: I got to see the view from a really high cliff which sounds like a small thing but it made me cry! It was so beautiful and I’d never done it before 

88. Celebrity crush of the year?: Still crushing on Misha Collins 

89. Most expensive thing you bought this year?: Probably my £50 model horse 

90. Been abroad this year?: Nope 

91. Favorite tumblr trend of this year?: Probably all the insanity surrounding destiel in November 

92. New Years Resolutions you broke this year?: I don’t usually make any 

93. NYRs you kept?: Didn’t make any 

94. NYRs you have for next year?: Just to be kind to myself and others, tbh 

95. How are you going to spend New Years Eve?: We were going to have one friend over to celebrate, but with lockdown we can’t do that now, so just alone either drinking or getting high, maybe we’ll watch a movie or something 

96. Will you get your fortune told in any way around NYE?: Nope, never done that and we’ll be in full lockdown 

97. Any new shops (online or real) you discovered this year?: I don’t think so 

98. Any food you tried out for the first time this year?: Yes, pumpkin pie cheesecake for thanksgiving! I’ve never celebrated thanksgiving but my friend is from America and she invited us round for a thanksgiving meal 

99. How did you celebrate your birthday this year?: I visited my family for a week, it was the first time I’d seen them in 6 months so it was lovely. Got a new tattoo. It was a pretty good birthday actually!