#Fiiiinally did ah

[swagtastic-bougie-pompadour]

TGIF, everyone, am I right or am I right! It's that time of the week. It's time for another:

CLIVE UPDATE

Brought to you by... the Book Orthworms! Earth Eat your way through their newest pick, "I Got Transported into Medieval Times With Nothing But My Magikarp!?" for next week's meeting!

Today's Pride Feature--you almost certainly know her, maybe you've even battled her--our student council president, miss Champion Nemona herself!

What is "popping", Nemona? Huh? Sorry, Claaaaaa--Clive, did you mean that as an actual question, or is that some kinda weird saludo? A greeting. Supposedly. Let's start over. ¿Cómo estás? Good! Real good! After all, I fiiiinally got Penny to agree to a battle with me! I can't stop thinking of what to use against her Sylveon! What if it has Pixilate? Should I bring Orthworm then? Or what if she uses a Wish-pass Vaporeon? Do I need to bring a stall breaker? Or, or-- Ahem. I see your passion for battle is as strong as always. It's certainly been an inspiration to all of us--thanks to you, the Academy Ace Tournament is a regular occurrence now! Aw, thanks Director. You know I'm always down for a tournament! Anyways, don't you have some fancy questions to throw at me? ...It's Clive. But yes. First up: What does Pride mean to you? Ooh, that's a good one. For me, you know... romance was never something on my brain, right? All those jokes about "Oh, you know, girls only think about one thing" you always hear around... most of the time my first thought to that would be, "Duh! Pokemon battles!" I mean, it's not like I really got what everyone was so hyped about anyways... like, sure, there are people who are pretty, or cool, but to want to like... kiss them because of that? It's so weird! So I guess to me Pride is like... accepting that I can be different from others? And find them as weird as they find me! So then... I guess you could say your true amor is battling? Wellllll, ah... I don't really know! You know what they say about rivalries, after all... It's like the more I get to know them, the more my heart squeezes a little every time I talk to them! But whatever mi tesoro is, there's gotta be battling involved! *gasp* What if I conveyed those feelings... through a battle?! This is genius! Obviously my ace has to be tera-fairy, but from there... maybe if I found a way to train up a Flapple... Nemona... Nemona? Ah, I think she's lost in thought again... Thank you for reading, everyone! Stay tuned for Monday's edition of Clive Update!

#clive update #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #//hcs listed out for fun: ace demi-panromantic for nemona :) #//neutral protag since there's like. a billion possible versions

[twilightmalachite]

2×2 - Children on the Streets 12

Author: Akira

Characters: Yuuta, Hinata, Shinobu, Nagisa

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Exactly! This all the fault of stupid adults!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: 2×2 Program Set

The next day, during the shooting of the 2×2 episode 5 ending scene…

Yuuta: “—And so!”

Hinata: “How did 2×2 go this time~?”

Yuuta: “Right! Well it was a disastrous, messed up sequence of events, that’s for sure!”

Hinata: “But it was pretty exciting at the end, wasn’t it? I had fun turning into a zombie and attacking Yuuta-kun and the rest~! ♪”

Yuuta: “A strange fetish has awakened in my Aniki…!?”

Hinata: “Fufu. The reason for the mess this time was because I ignored the general premise of the “Living on the Streets Experience”.”

“I’ll be careful not to use tricks like that next time!”

Yuuta: “Well, as demonstrated in our final battle, isn’t figuring out tricks and executing them well like that also just who we are?”

Hinata: “In short, it is the management’s fault for giving us the opportunity!”

Yuuta: “Exactly! This all the fault of stupid adults!”

Hinata: “Is it okay to come to that conclusion?”

Yuuta: “Kids are dumb too, though. They’re kids. ♪”

Hinata: “That’s all! Sorry to have to go, but it’s time to say goodbye! 2×2 will continue to evolve through repeated trial & error—”

Yuuta: “So if possible, please continue supporting us~!”

Hinata: “You definitely won’t regret it!”

Yuuta: “Definitely, definitely! Let’s keep having fun together for a long time to come, ‘kay!”

Hinata: “Alright! This has been Aoi Hinata from 2wink, the energetic and awesome older brother of the twins—And!”

Yuuta: “Aoi Yuuta, also from 2wink, who doesn’t like being called the younger brother—And!”

Hinata: “Presenting our delightful guests and friends of ours, Ran Nagisa-senpai and Sengoku Shinobu-kun~!”

“Thank you both so very much!”

Yuuta: “It was a lotta fun~, and I mean it! ♪”

Shinobu: “Same goes for me! I’m very thankful for such a valuable experience, both good and bad, de gozaru~!”

“But I have my own work to do in RYUSEITAI, so I’d appreciate it if you don’t call me too often, de gozaru!”

“Or rather, Yuuta-kun, please make friends other than me…!”

Yuuta: “I’ll try~, just don’t expect much. ♪”

Shinobu: “Is hope that slim!?”

Nagisa: “…Fufu. I’d rather like it if I am invited another time.”

Nagisa: “…I had fun. It was interesting, Eden and Adam aren’t typically involved in this type of work.”

Hinata: “Ahaha, you acted in a pretty rare way this episode, Ran-senpai, so I bet you've gained some new fans~♪”

Yuuta: “Shinobu-kun too! Thanks to our program, you’ve been able to chart new territory lately as a pitiful character stuck with a troublesome friend, wait who’s troublesome!?”

Shinobu: “Ahaha, but I love Yuuta-kun nevertheless, so I appreciate the sympathy, but I ask that it be moderate, de gozaru~♪”

Yuuta: “Right! We don’t need anyone to feel sorry for us, because we live a happy life!”

“Don’t misunderstand, ‘kay? If you call him something like pitiful, I’ll get angry!”

Hinata: “With that, the party’s just gotten lively, but…”

Yuuta: “That’ll be all for today! Until we meet again, so long~!”

Hinata: “Goodbye, farewell, and see you later!”

Yuuta: “That’s all for 2wink and their delightful companions~☆”

Hinata: “♪~♪~♪”

Yuuta: “~…♪”

Yuuta: (—Ah~, gosh. Fiiiinally over. It was tough this time too.)

Hinata: (Y-Yuuta-kun, we’re still recording the final song! What a massive drop in excitement?!)

Yuuta: (It’s fiiine~, even my excitement’s low I’m not so unsophisticated that I’ll show it on my face. No one other than you will notice, Aniki.)

(As if anyone’s interested enough to notice our trivial differences, anyways.)

Hinata: (I don’t think that’s true~… I think you should expect more from the people around you, Yuuta-kun. Everyone pays more attention to us than you might think.)

(…I guess that’s exactly why we seem to attract the most troublesome of problems.)

Yuuta: (What do you mean?)

Hinata: (You see, in the development of the latest episode, there were those extras who played a role in attacking the restaurant.)

(The time I disappeared alongside Anzu-san, was because we were actually kidnapped by those guys.)

Yuuta: (Huh? Kidnapped? What do you mean!?)

Hinata: (Ahaha, come to think about it, wasn’t the time we first met Anzu-san was when we kidnapped her?)

(The wheel of karma keeps spinning. If you do wrong, you will get retribution, huh!)

Yuuta: (This is no time to play around~! You were kidnapped, were you alright!?)

Hinata: (Yeah. They also weren’t strangers to me, so I somehow managed to persuade them to let us go under one condition.)

(The condition was that we give them a job.)

(In other words, that’s why I hired them as extras.)

(I had to spend L$ for it, but they did an unexpectedly good job, so I think it’s fine.)

(So if we feel like it, we might be able to hire them as staff in the future if we ever need more manpower, or something.)

(For example, for Yuuta-kun, who has noticeably few friends. And while we might have helped other units a lot, we’ve never had it the other way around.)

(It’s hard to know who to turn to when we have a job that requires a lot of manpower, you know? Well, though those things are usually taken care of by the producer.)

(But going forward, I hope to rely on those people if we need someone to help.)

Yuuta: (Why would you do that…? Aren’t those guys villains who kidnapped you and Anzu-san? Why would you have sympathy for them?)

(You know Aniki, I was super anxious that I was going to lose you—Not really! I kept my composure!)

Hinata: (What’s with that needless obstinance…?)

(Those people are my friends, I left a message like that to Ran-senpai, just in case.)

Yuuta: (You have a lot of friends, Aniki.)

Hinata: (Jealous, are you? But y’know, I don’t have a best friend that I can entrust my entire self to, like how Shinobu-kun is to you, Yuuta-kun—)

(If anything, I’m jealous of you.)

Yuuta: (I’m not giving you Shinobu-kun!!)

Hinata: (I never steal anything from you, Yuuta-kun~…?)

Yuuta: (I’d say it’s the other way around. Plenty of times, too. Hmph.)

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#2×2 #2x2 #event #translation #yuuta aoi #hinata aoi #shinbou sengoku #nagisa ran

[sysig]

Y’all ever seen horse quadsuits?

#Doodles #I think I saw that video in my recommended a year or so ago? And I knew since I first watched it that I wanted to draw 'em #Fiiiinally did ah #I'm generally kinda freaked out by fursuits I find them particularly uncanny #The first time I saw one as a baby cosplayer I literally hid behind my party lol t'was too much for me #I can at least be polite these days but I'm not a huge fan of the aesthetic #Quadsuits tho......quadsuits are kinda cool #It depends of course stylism in everything #But generally speaking I really like horse quadsuits I think they look nice and they're impressive to walk around in #Some of these performers are so good in their body language and they can do such exaggerated things that a real horse can't #And there's something really magical about being the first unicorn someone sees and they get to just walk right up and pet and say hi! #Specifically Isabelle is so beautifully constructed tho I love how simultaneously fluffy and sleekly designed she is #And the fact that she always wags her tail it's so cute lol #Watching her and Alistar's walk cycles are fascinating since they move so slowly and deliberately #Sparks the animator brain #All the poses are great too even when the performer upturns their head a bit too far lol

[showerthoughtsonly]

Subtlety Always Works (part VIII)

Fox x therapist! reader

Synopsis: Two of your previous patients make a surprise re-entrance into your office to crash on the couch while Fox comes over to do some paperwork with you. He realizes something important. 

A/N: Guess who’s writing instead of studying for fiiiinals? It’s yo gal! Pls let me know if you want to get added/deleted or if I accidentally didn’t put you on any tag lists! Love you all, good luck on any similar upcoming events you may have!

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Fox was driving you absolutely insane. You haven’t gotten a moments rest since Thorn told you the meaning of his new, seemingly innocent little pet name for you.

It was kriffing everywhere. Good morning, cyare. How are you feeling, cyare? Would you mind sliding that datapad over to me, cyare? This may be the most frustrated you have even been in your entire damn life. You wanted to do something about this so, so badly.

But every time you opened your mouth to confront him, the words wouldn’t come. What were you supposed to say? Hey, Fox, I know what cyare means, and it may be awkward, but I want you to keep calling me that until the day I dress in a coffin to meet the maker?

Of course, when you came to Thorn with your little problem yet again, he just shrugged and handed you a list of things to call the commander in their language.

Yeah, you weren’t gonna do that. Who the hell even knows what cyar’ika, ner ka’ra, mesh’la or kar’ta even meant? Especially when Thorn neglected to provide translations.

You were slumped in your rather cushy office chair, head in the arms that rested on your desk. A position that was really beginning to make your back ache.

You glanced at the time. 1300. Fox was probably going to roll around soon after his morning rounds. He had an actual session tonight after dinner, something that you both looked forward to and dreaded.

On one hand, you absolutely loved to talk to him. He always came out of the sessions looking like something heavy was taken from his shoulders, which never failed to make your heart feel light as a feather.

His presence did something to you. It made you feel… happier. Like the room lit up when he walked into the room and sauntered up to you to make little quips and complaints. 

On the other hand, you could barely think straight when he was close to you, let alone do your job.

A tentative knock snapped you out of your little pity party. Well, that certainly wasn’t one of your commanders. They all had rather strong knocks, if they even knocked at all.

“Come on in! Door’s open!” You called, sitting up straight and adjusting your outfit quickly.

The door slid open to reveal two familiar troopers, awkward, hopeful looks on their faces and buckets tucked underneath their arms.

“Socks! Clicks! What can I do for you boys?” You shot up out of your chair to go greet them.

“We uh, wanted to see if we could crash on your couch again for an hour or so before our next shift?” Clicks asked. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke and shifted from one foot to the other.

“Of course! You two and your brothers are always welcome. Just as a heads up, though, your Commander will probably be in here at any moment.” You warned.

The boys shot each other a quick glance before shrugging and closing the door after them. They made quick work of their armor, stacking it on one of your desk chairs and making their way to the couch.

“That’s no problem. There’s nothing else we can do right now so he can’t be mad at us as a superior.” Socks mentioned, snagging the weighted blanket before Clicks could get his hands on it. They ended up cuddling close enough that it didn’t matter, though.

After a couple of seconds of wiggling around and a couple of hushed whispers that you couldn’t make out, Clicks cleared his throat to catch your attention.

“Um, Doc? Could, ah-. Could you please tuck us in?” Clicks sounded like the little boy he actually was in that moment and it did nothing but melt your heart.

“Of course.” You answered soothingly and closed your holopad. The boys were awkwardly sharing a couple of blankets and pressed as tight together as they could be so neither of them would get shoved off of the couch.

“You don’t have to! It’s just, we read a book about a uh. A mom, who tucked her kids in and um. We thought it sounded nice. And we can’t-.” You cut off Sock’s worried rambling with a wave of your hand and leaned down to adjust the blankets.

Quietly, you tucked the blankets underneath their bodies so they rested snug up against them. You couldn’t help it, you brushed a careful hand through their still-shiny, regulation cut hair with care.

“It’s alright. You boys can come to me for anything. I may not be able to provide it, but I’ll be damned if I won’t try and fix it, okay?” You muttered to them. Their brown eyes were wide and they both nodded quickly, giant smiles on their faces.

“Okay, I’ll be at my desk and Commander Fox’ll be in to do some papers with me if you need me, okay?” Your view of the couch wasn’t the best from your desk if someone was laying down.

Both boys nodded quickly again.

“Thank you Baar’ur!” Socks muttered softly. You gave them a curt nod and rocked back to your feet from your squatting position next to the couch. Only to turn around to see a rather stunned looking Fox in your doorway.

“Hello, cyare.” He greeted you and slowly entered, setting his bucket down on your desk. Now, you couldn’t be absolutely certain of this, but you were pretty sure one of the boys of the couch made a sound akin to a muffled squeal.

Ignoring that, you greeted him into your space and went to sit down behind your desk again. A little muffled warmth peeked through your chest as Fox’s bucket and vambraces joined the boy’s armor on the chair. He never really fully dekitted unless it was an official session, especially if he was on duty, but it was still nice to see him readily relax in your space.

“I see my men are happy making themselves comfortable in your personal space.” Fox raised his eyebrows as he spoke, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. You waved him off.

“You know by now that I’d be happy to host an entire battalion in here for a nap time. As long as they come out happier for it, my job will have been done.” You answered quickly, catching his eyes wandering towards the newly filled candy bowl on your desk.

“Mm. I just think you’re trying to make us fat and happy. Slow.” Fox grumbled back. Even as he spoke, his hand darted towards the bowl and snagged a caramel.

“Well, I’d say you would perform better when happy. And your fat to muscle ratio is hardly befitting of a soldier. They need to feed you boys more.” You said steadily, leaning over to tap at his shoulder. Fox gave you an unimpressed look with a lingering bit of softness.

“I thought they fed us enough.” He crossed his arms and put down his holopad.

“Mm hm. And that’s why I hear hungry stomachs during my session. They don’t feed you good food. I intend to fix it.” You stated decisively. Fox only gave you a worried look and extended his hand. You took it without thinking, sparks racing from your palm at the contact.

“I know, cyare. Your words caused quite a bit of turmoil and sway in the senate. Though your name may not be directly attached, you should be more careful.” At his words, there were a few more hushed whispers from the couch.

“I’m just doing my job, Fox.” You answered, stifling a little sharp inhale when he squeezed your hand tight.

More hushed whispers from the couch.

“Anything you boys want to add?” Fox turned his attention to the couch, where Clicks and Socks were cuddled up and definitely not sleepy anymore. Two pairs of wide, brown eyes stared between the both of you as you stood up behind your desk to get a better view of them.

“Nothing!” Socks shook his head frantically.

“Just… the Commander is right. Please, stay safe, Baar’ur. I don’t know what we would do without you.” Clicks added firmly. You gave a little huff and sat back down at your chair.

“Who else would let us nap in their room or sneak us sweet things?” Socks added quietly. As much as you hated it, their words made your chest glow a bit. You knew their concern was out of a place of love, but you were trying to help them! If you backed off now, you were sure someone else would provide relevant information pertaining to to argument at hand. But, it needed to be let known now. 

“Soldiers who constantly neglect themselves in favor of getting more work done with an unhealthy work-life balance telling me to be more careful.” You muttered to yourself.

“Something you’d like to share with us, cyare?” Fox asked while leaning over the desk slightly with a wicked little grin. Your heart gave a tiny appreciative stutter. 

“Oh nothing, dear.” You mocked him back. Pleasingly enough, a little light blush dusted his cheeks at that.

“They’re flirting, right? That was definitely flirting.” A hushed whisper was just barely discernible from the couch after the little pause that Fox had taken.

“Hey, no more comments from the peanut gallery! Either you two shut up and sleep or get the hell out of ner Baar’ur’ika’s office!” Fox snapped back at the two, blush extending all the way down to his blacks. Little snickers ensued, but the two quieted down somewhat.

It took about two minutes, but there was a response.

“Weren’t you two supposed to be working on paperwork instead of flirting?”

Fox gave you the deadest look you have ever seen on his face. Which is by far, the most impressive thing you had seen so far this week.

“Clicks, I swear to the maker, I will have you on latrine duty for a kriffing month.” Fox muttered. The two boys erupted into muffled laughter.

You glanced back down to your paperwork and exited out to go to your to do list. Of course, the first and only thing yet to be checked off at the moment was: Talk to Fox.

Kriff.

You couldn’t do that with the boys in the room. And even if they were out, you were still stuck in your little, ‘what the hell do I say to him’ predicament.

He was… he was amazing. His eyebrows were furrowed across the table as he tried to zero back in to his paperwork, that adorable flush still lingering on his cheeks.

You really, really liked him. You didn’t particularly like the reasoning behind his already graying hair, but you did like how dashing it looked on him. You liked the smile lines etched onto his face and hidden by his bucket. You liked his resolve, the way he treated his men and those around him. You liked how he gave you little smiles here and there, each one a treat that had you nearly on your knees begging for more.

You needed to fix this.

~~~~~~

You were staring. Fox could feel it, even with his eyes buried deep in the stupid kriffing document about Hound’s patrol last night when Grizzer snapped her leash and had a little escapade.

Warmth filled his chest and his heartbeat picked up enough that anyone checking his logged health diagnostics might have thought he was chasing a perp at the moment.

When he walked in a couple of minutes to see her leaning over those two soldiers, tucking them in as if they were wanted, needed in her office, it felt like he had taken a punch to the gut.

You were softness and love and respect and care personified. You were so patient with everyone, but so kriffing smart that it made him feel as though your talents were being wasted as a therapist for clones. You should be a teacher, a professor at one of those big fancy universities that he had learned about in those flash modules.

Why are you staring at him?

You weren’t one to get lost in your thoughts. Well, you were. But that was only when your head was kriffing buried in your datapad, pen going a mile a minute.

What did his appearance have to offer? He could feel the blush under his skin get hotter, it felt like jolts of electricity were bouncing between his fingers, zapping something in his stomach.

He knew he liked you. He knew he was going to like you from the minute you barged into his office with his vod at your side with an electro staff.

He was going to keep it his little secret. Slip in a couple of sweet nicknames to keep to himself and maybe his brothers as an unofficial announcement that he wanted to pursue you. Because he was going to have to get you to swoon somehow.

You wouldn’t pick him out of all of his brothers unless he made advances. Subtle advances. Maybe bring you coffee and food. The stuff you did to get him to open.

Subtlety seemed to work for you, it would probably work with you.

Fox looked up and met your eyes. A visible blush spread across your face beautifully when you realized you had been caught. And you called him ‘dear’.

Something clicked inside his brain.

Oh.

He was still going to bring you coffee and sweets.

#and it gets THICKER #fox x reader #commander fox #star wars #sw fics #the clone wars #socks and clicks are adorable and I love them #me? trying to write another pov? Never

[imagine-that-haikyuu]

42 for Kuroo?

i wasn’t really sure what i wanted to do here, but i knew i wanted to include sense8 because (1) it’s the only netflix show i’m sure about, and (2) it’s my fave show so.

it didn’t really turn out to be a drabble (it’s like 1k words lol, i got carried away) and i’m gonna put it under a cut, but i hope you guys like it!

WARNING: THERE ARE SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED SENSE8 SEASON 2 YET

- admin may

42. netflix marathon from 75 dates fic meme

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“Babe!” you called from thecouch, remote raised high in the air and flipping through the options of showsand movies. “Is the popcorn good to go?”

“Almost done,” Kuroo yelled backfrom the kitchen, where the hum of the microwave interspersed with the poppingof corn kernels. “We good to go on the first series?”

“I’m gonna wait for your ass toget over here so we can choose together,” you replied. The ding from the microwavesounded and Kuroo was rushing towards you a few seconds later, a big bowl ofpopcorn in his hands. You stopped him with a finger just as he was about tocatapult himself onto the couch. “If you jump over the couch and spill popcorneverywhere, I swear you’ll be sleeping here, on the popcorn-infested couch,tonight.”

Kuroo froze and made to tiptoearound the couch instead of jumping over the back like he’d originally planned.

When he flopped down—withoutspilling anything—you pressed a kiss to his cheek and said, “Good boy.”

He turned with a grin and peckedyour lips. “No chance that I’m sleeping without you tonight, not when I’ve fiiiinally got you all to myself for twowhole days.”

You smiled at him and deliveredanother kiss to his Cheshire-like grin. “I know. I don’t want to go to bedwithout you, either.” You leaned back on the couch. “But,” you raised theremote again, “watch now, sleep later.”

If possible, Kuroo’s smile greweven bigger. “I love you, you know?”

You gave him a side-glace. “Iknow.”

—

It was a while before you twodecided on what to watch, bantering and stating the pros and cons of watching acertain show, or comparing certain information about the show, like the lengthof each episode to the number of episodes per season to the total number ofseasons, and give or take the specials if there were any.

Eventually, you settled on Sense8. It had a nice 10-episode run perseason, with an hour per episode, bar the first ones. It catered to yourboyfriend’s sci-fi nerd needs and your requirement of diverse and well-writtencharacters. You could probably binge it and finish both seasons and theChristmas special in one day. Both of you also heard good things about it fromYamamoto and Kenma (who vehemently wished for a video game version of it, or soKuroo heard), so you figured it was worth a watch.

And worth a watch it was. Yousped through the first episode, and then the one after that, and the one afterthat. You raced for the bathroom after the end of episodes or to the kitchenfor snacks replenishment. Pretty soon, you two were on the edge of your seats,screaming at the action scenes and whenever Sun Bak showed off her fightingskills.

It was pretty obvious thatKuroo’s favorite character was Kala, a chemist who was way too good for the dudewho was trying to marry her. No doubt he would gush about her as soon as youfinished the first season and gave your comments and critiques.

You however, were undecided—youloved all of them, especially Sun Bak and Nomi and Lito. They all had their individualquirks and strengths and vulnerabilities and you couldn’t decide who exactly tolove.

“Oh my god, this is great,” youwhispered at one scene, eyes totally transfixed on the TV and absently tippingyour head back to take a swig of root beer.

“You said it,” Kuroo whisperedback, shoving a handful of chips in his mouth. The popcorn was long gone,replaced by potato chips and pretzel bites about two episodes ago. You both hadalready gone through a 1.5L bottle of lemon soda and water and had brought outthe root beer before the current episode started.

It was only around 2PM, and youhad 4 more episodes left for season one. It was such a good thing you set analarm so early that morning because you couldn’t bear the thought of notknowing what was going to happen while you slept for 8 hours. You admired thosepeople who waited for so long for the subsequent episodes because, seriously,with the pace this show was on, you’d probably die of nerves.

So you kept watching, snickeringat the jokes, tearing up at the emotional scenes, screaming at the fightsequences, and getting absurdly quiet whenever characters made out or, well,had a mentally-linked orgy. You felt your face turn red when Kuroo adjusted hissitting position beside you and move the bag of chips more solidly over hislap. Both of you breathed a relieved sigh when it was over and continuedwatching.

—

Kuroo pressed the pause button onthe remote as the ending credits of the last episode rolled.

“That was…” you started, unableto form words to describe what you just watched.

“Intense,” Kuroo finished. “Whattime is it?” He blinked blearily at the TV.

You snapped out of your awed dazeand checked the clock that hung over the screen. “Just past 7.”

His gaze snapped to you. “I knowwe’re being really unhealthy today, but.” He dived over the arm of the couchand leafed through the numerous magazines and flyers. He emerged, proudlywaving a pizza place flyer in one hand. “Pizza?”

A smile grew on your face.“Thought you’d never ask.”

—

You clenched your eyes shut atthe bright light peeking through the curtains and shuffled around until yourface was buried further in your pillow. Your feet were tangled up with theblanket and someone else’s legs. Arms wrapped around your figure more tightlyand a groan sounded near your ear.

“Too bright,” your boyfriendmumbled, tangling his legs with yours under the throw and burying his facefurther into your hair.

You smiled into your makeshiftpillow (a.k.a. Kuroo’s very toned chest) and mumbled back, “What time is it?”

“Early.”

You sputtered a sleepy laugh andraised the hand thrown over his back to brush your fingers through theclose-cropped hair at his nape. “Did we finish the show?”

“Ah, I don’t know,” Kuroogroaned. “What was the last thing you remember?”

You hummed, trying to recall whatyou watched last night. “Not sure. I think it was Rajan breaking his penis?”

Kuroo chuckled, sending shiversdown your spine. “Yeah, that was a good part. I think I remember DetectiveSomething-Or-Other fighting with Sun.”

“On the rooftop?”

“No, I think they were in acemetery.”

You shot upright, dislodgingKuroo’s arms from you and allowing them to flop over the edge of the couch.“Wait, they did?” you yelled, twisting and turning every which way and takingin the organized mess of food bags, pet bottles, and the box of pizza scatteredon the coffee table. “Where’s the remote?”

“Baaaabe,” Kuroo groaned, turning and smushing his face into thecouch pillow. “Sleep now, watch later.”

“Too late, I’m already awake.”You sighed, flopping on top of Kuroo’s back. He let out a small “oomf” at thecontact. The clock above the TV showed it was already 10AM. You still had timeto eat something before continuing the show.

“I’m gonna clean up,” you said,sitting up straight again. “Help me in the kitchen for brunch later, okay?” Youleaned in and pried the pillow away from the side of his head and pressed akiss near his ear.

As you made to get up, you felt ahand on your arm. Kuroo had grabbed your wrist and was smiling sleepily up atyou.

“Now that’s not what I call amorning kiss,” he slyly said, voice still scratchy from sleep.

You smirked and humored him,pressing a peck to his lips, but pulling back just as fast. “Ew. Morningbreath.”

He grinned. “You love me anyway.”

Shrugging, you replied, “Yeah, Ido,” and dived in to kiss him again.

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