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roccinan · 4 months

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I know it's only been a day but I'm dying of curiosity, have you watched the spinoff yet? What are your thoughts?

Hi anon! As you can see, I posted an initial ramble in an earlier answer LOL I talked about my feelings for the new characters there so I won't bore you and repeat it.

In a nutshell: new banda was "meh." Cameron was hot and I hope she gets more breakout roles, but the character was written like a Tokyo/Nairobi knockoff without any of their depth or magnetism. And I personally didn't like how her backstory was treated (it wasn't taken seriously for the right reasons imo). Keila was surprisingly likable but I keep making a lemon face when I remember her being horny for Bruce's sweat. Same for Bruce. He would have been enjoyable if not for the pubic hair fetish that he keeps bringing up asdfasdf

I was most interested in Roi, and he didn't disappoint, but I was baffled over why the spinoff ignored the most important question: how did he meet Andres and why did Andres take him in?? Genuinely needed a flashback there.

Main questions that the show needs to, but didn't answer:

How did Damian/Keila/Roi/Cameron/Bruce meet Andres?

Why did Damian/Andres choose Cameron and Bruce to help?

Why weren't any of these people in the mint and bank heists? You can argue that Bruce/Keila/Cameron weren't close to Andres, but nothing indicated Damian and Roi would abandon him. Alicia "exposed" their identities, but they don't know she did that so it's HUH

Why did Andres replace them all with Jakov, Martin, and Santiago? I mean, I would too LOL but in universe, there needs to be some explanation

Why is he calling himself Berlin?

We also still have no idea why Andres and Sergio have different surnames since this show addressed nothing about them having the same or different parents. No idea when or why Andres became a thief, how he came to love heisting, etc. Overall, the spinoff chose to flash romances between the new characters instead of giving us more information about Andres, which was a stupid move imo.

That said, there were things I did like about the spinoff:

Aside from that hilarious tracksuit, Pedro pulled the various turtlenecks off more or less. He was gorgeous more often than not, but for what? smh

The ending was tight, exaggerated, and fun

I actually was hyped when Alicia and Raquel showed up

Lots of jokes/moments landed and made me laugh out loud

Camille topping Andres every chance she got was Quality content

The heist itself didn't have me on pins and needles, but it was entertaining and I never got bored of it

I liked that aside from Roi, Andres wasn't close to any of the young people on the team- that makes more sense with his character and also helps me forget the 27yo comment asdfadf

The shoutout to Sergio :') Hermanito lives rent free in Andres' mind

General elements that I wasn't a fan of, aside from the forced romances:

Not a berlicia shipper, but come on- why would you put Alicia and Andres in the same time space and NOT have them interact!?

The car race confused me, and not just because Cameron's phone breakdown made me cringe. I honestly don't understand why the racers needed a girl to stand on the roof. What purpose? How does that help or hinder the race- what- at first, I thought the girls were going to whack each other with sticks or try to break the other person's car and this was a high stakes death battle. But no, they just did this to be cool.

Speaking of the race, I think too many "cool" moments became boring because they were tailormade for the cool new stars; there should have been more moments like Berlin at the "opera"-- Ex. we should have gotten Damian and Andres at that race instead of Cameron and Roi- that would have been so much funnier, and thus more memorable

Andres' speeches were repetitive and made no sense, even for him. BUT it was hilarious how in the show's effort to ignore Martin, everything Andres says and does makes it look like he's waiting for his one true love in the form of Palermo, a man; even that no homo moment with Roi was so on-the-nose it has to be foreshadowing Martin XD

The ending with Camille was too open for my taste, especially pointless because we KNOW they don't end up together

BUT I do want a season 2, just so we can see Martin entering Andres' life and a glimpse of Sergio + any scrap of an actual backstory for Andres. They already did the romcom route, so maybe they'll experiment with yet another genre in s2, who knows lol.

#anonymous #berlin 2023 #I'm sure I have more LOL but these are my main ones #headcanon that damian ran off to some remote island with the tequila lady #and roi was so jealous and annoyed by martin that he LEFT the moment andres introduced martin to everyone

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okimargarvez · 7 months

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13x3- detailed ramblings

In this episode we have two scenes, both with another person (Spencer and JJ). We have also a little shade.

Scene 1-

So, here we are. Luke, Penelope and Spencer are on the elevator. The doors open. The little genius is a little behind them. Like they were a couple. Luke asks “So what is the Linda problem?” looking only at Garcia. Why he has to, since there are two people with you and not only the blonde?

The camera moves on the left. We see Penelope replying “See, I am telling you, Spence, no one knows what the Linda problem is except for me and you.” without even looking at someone, but adressing only Reid.

While she is still saying "me and you", the camera moves again on Luke. His gaze is just... too intense. Without a reason. Then he underlines that “I don't even know a Linda.”, like he wants to make it clear he doesn't know many girls.

Spencer explains the Linda problem. While the three walk, Luke and Pen are always close, until they reach the desk area. Luke sits on his, while the geniuses standing in front of him. He says “I don't know. I mean, Linda doesn't sound like much of a problem.” with sarcasm.

Then Spencer tests Luke: “Let me ask you this…”. We can see Pen looking at him, waiting for his answer. Luke seems enjoying the situation, looking back at her.

But she replies “Do not look at me. I have been telling him this is going to sail right over the gentle minds at his seminar.”. And this is the moment when he decides to play seriously. Because he is smart (as Spencer believed, he is about to say it) and wants to prove it to her. He wants to be admired by her.

You can understand how much important is this chance for him, by the fact he stutters a bit, like when he is nervous (especially with Garcia). “Wait, I got it." he looks at her just a second, then focuses on Reid. "Probability. Which means that Linda is a bank teller.” Reid is not surprised, but proud of him: “Very good, and I expected as much…”. Spencer tells him his idea, Luke asks him “And you want to challenge these assumptions at your new seminar.”. Reid is quick to reply “Absolutely.”

And then, Luke chooses his side. His expression in the first pic is just priceless. He looks at her and uses his flirty tone. “Garcia's right. That's way too esoteric.”

She is happy. She smiles, not looking at him but Spencer, saying “I told you." Then she turns on Luke, using her own flirty tone and the fact the subject is just not romantic at all, it makes the whole thing even hotter: "Look, just say, when you assume you make an ass of u and me, because then you can say "ass" in a classroom. Huh?”. And it's not just what she says, but the way she moves her face, especially her lips.

We see Luke reaction, that is eloquent. He makes first his "I adore you" face, then turns on Spencer with a big smile that says "I'm so proud of this woman", like he was involved (wait, it's not so?).

And Penelope seems proud of herself too.

Scene 2. Actually is not a scene but just a moment that has to be mentioned for accuracy. The team is talking with Garcia about the case.

At one point, Luke says “I mean, you know that these guys met and hung out with the one they were expecting”, and she replies “Uh, true, and I know we don’t have a reliable timeline for either of these crimes, but from what I can tell, Dasha was the last person to see both of these men alive”.

Scene 3.

JJ and Luke calling Pen.

She answers saying “Cool hand Luke, what you need?”. We have to say that her tone, her voice is normal, without flirting shades. But she calls him by his name plus a new surname. A weird surname.

He appreciates. He struggles to be professional, you can see his smirk. And JJ who is looking carefully. He replies “Wow, I like the way that sounds, Garcia. You feeling ok?” but his tone is flirty.

Penelope is incredulous. She makes her typical "What the fuck are you saying" face (same in 15x7). Then she explains: “I am naturally magnanimous in word and deed...".

We see Luke and JJ faces while she keeps talking. "...and when it comes your way, bask in it." Luke just can't keep his mouth closed. Garcia then concludes "What do you want?”. He has to back serious and finally explains “Listen, JJ and I, we need to run background checks on all the male members of the Desmond family. We were told that they're deceased, but we need verification.”. The camera shows us Penelope emphatically nodding while we hear Luke voice. She says “So cyber grave-digging, look for zombies. Got you.”

JJ adds “You can start by double-checking a death certificate for Conrad Desmond sometime in '99.” And then, it happens. Penelope says one of her joke. “I am the genie in genealogy. Just rub my lamp.". She made something similar at least once with Morgan. It was flirting. And even this time it's flirting. And it's also a hot, maybe also hard, joke. But. But, on the other side, there is Luke. So, she takes a step back. She takes back her words. She regrets it. "That came out wrong. Goodbye.”

As always, the range of Luke expression is just fabulous. He just says “Wow.”

JJ turns to him and asks “What did you do to her?”. Luke opens his mouth but doesn't reply. His face, however, is so talkative.

Analysis of garvez scenes

#garvez #criminal minds #cm #penelope garcia #luke alvez #luke x penelope #penelope x luke #garcia x alvez #alvez x garcia #jennifer jareau #jj #13x3

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aeoki · 8 months

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Seven Bridges - Love and Peace?: Chapter 15

Location: Yumenosaki Rooftop Characters: Adonis, Kouga, Arashi & Hitsugi

TL Note:

Arashi’s surname, Narukami (鳴上), can also mean “lighting and thunder (鳴神)” although it differs by one character.

Kouga: Hey! What’re you doin’, Adonis!?

Adonis: Oh, Oogami.

Kouga: Don’t give me that~! Why’re you so calm!? No one should be allowed up on the rooftop!

Adonis: You’re right. Previously, the school rules didn’t state it was banned to do so, but it was only to the level that it wasn’t recommended to come up here.

The rules are getting stricter by the day. From a positive point, it’s heading in a good direction. From a negative point, it’s an inconvenience.

Kouga: Yeah! But even though this is how the times have changed, we’ve got no choice but to go along with it and that’s pretty annoyin’, right!? It ain’t cool at all!

But others tend to think we’re bad people just ‘cause we’re that “type” of person! You should watch what you say and do!

And don’t make me scold you like this of all things!

Adonis: Right, I apologise. If you’re angry, Oogami, that must mean I’ve done something wrong.

But please allow me to make an excuse. I wasn’t the first person to come up here – it was Narukami.

I was worried about Narukami so I came up here to check.

Kouga: Huuh? Ari~?

Arashi: …………

Kouga: What’re ya doin’, Ari~? Are you here in a high place and wanting to strike down like lighting ‘cause that’s what your name sounds like[∗]? What’re you, stupid!?

Arashi: …You’re always so full of energy, huh, Kouga-chan.

Kouga: That a bad thing, huuuh!? I actually haven’t been able to sing however I like in “UNDEAD”, so I’ve got way too much energy left over!

God dammit, I’m gonna explode at this rate!

Adonis: Yeah. Our graduated upperclassmen have started walking the variety show path and a lot of the school events aren’t in our “style”.

If we came up with our own event, the “producer” in charge would change it to something that Ooogami dislikes and his frustrations would continue to pile up instead.

Kouga: Yeah! I wanna put on a rock performance that’ll shake everyone’s souls! Who do they think they are, talkin’ to me about the audience or my awareness as an idol!?

To hell with those things!

I don’t wanna be a pretty packaged “product by the name of an idol” – what I’m aimin’ for is my ideal self!

Wait, why am I talkin’ about myself in this downpour!? Is this some kinda cheap melodrama!?

Adonis: No, you’re actually helping me a lot by rambling on and on. A while ago, neither Narukami nor I had a choice but to stay silent.

Kouga: …What happened?

Adonis: I don’t know either. But Narukami looks very depressed.

Arashi: …………

Hitsugi: We made it~! *Pant, wheeze* Idols are so fit! I couldn’t keep up with them at all!

Adonis: Hm? You’re–

Hitsugi: Ah! My saviour! Thank you so much back then! I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t save me!

Adonis: No, I didn’t do anything of that sort. I’m glad to see you’re well.

Arashi: Hitsugi-chan… and Anzu-chan.

Hitsugi: That’s me! I’m honoured you remember me!

Arashi: Say, since you’re both from the “producer course”, do you know who came up with this year’s “Tanabata Fest”? It’s not you, is it, Anzu-chan…?

Hitsugi: Huh? We just had a talk about that in the student council room!

Anzu-senpai got scolded a lot because it wasn’t something that she would come up with!

Arashi: I see… I wondered if that was the case. “Tanabata Fest” is the event that brought Anzu-chan a lot of recognition, after all.

So I wondered if it was Anzu-chan who planned it and would be the one to oversee it.

I made the guess but I didn’t want to believe it.

Tell me, Anzu-chan. Just why…?

Why? You’re a sweet girl but how can you trample over something that someone cherishes so easily like that…?

Hitsugi: ………?

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#seven bridges

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mcmcntomorii-later · 1 year

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@midnightactual

“It doesn’t look it, very well kept,” Yoruichi noted, before answering, “Probably just wait in the lobby or outside the building; her standing orders are to remain inconspicuous.” She offered something of another shrug, only to notice Mukuro was approaching with the tea. Very composed, this one… almost unnaturally so. She’d been thinking on what she knew of the other Mukuro and trying to compare and contrast. This one seemed more controlled…

She left the tea to the table for the moment since it’d likely take a short while to cool anyway. The question put to her made her chuckle once. “Since you’ve invited me in and made me tea, it’d be pretty rude not to. I’m Yoruichi.” She left it at that, seeing no need to give her surname. “I’d usually offer to be called Shirley, but I don’t think you’ll have trouble with my name.”

With the introduction out of the way, she glanced toward the door again, weighing up whether to talk about Yuki some more, but it was ultimately immaterial and would just be dancing around the issue she was actually interested in. Instead she went directly for it: “I have to say, you’re taking this all rather easily, walking around in a bathrobe and making tea and all. It’s pretty impressive.” She left off ‘for a human’ or the like as there was no need to ham it up.

She finally picked up the tea. The thought of poison or some other kind of additive had crossed her mind, but wouldn’t really make sense—this situation was likely too strange for trying that to be a first thought, it’d been declared ‘reinforcements’ were on their way, and there’d be no answers forthcoming in such an event. In any case, her constitution was such that it didn’t really matter unless it was weapons-grade plutonium or the like. She blew across the surface gingerly and took a sip.

“Mm, pretty good! So, what can I clear up for you?”

「Oh, thank you,」 Mukuro said as approached with the tea, it was quite the nice compliment she had received about home, granted she hardly had any one here to compliment her home but still。。。 it felt very nice to have her abode complimented like this。 She'd nod slightly upon the next set of words as she sat down on the sofa opposite of the one Yoruichi sat on。 Eyes slightly narrowing in confusion at the word choices used; standing order and inconspicuous were the ones she attached to the most。「I see。。。」 she'd hum out as she took one of the cups of tea she mad, holding the warm cup in her hands as method of keeping herself grounded。

When Yoruichi gave her name to Mukuro, she'd nod once, it was an interesting name, and surely one she would remember if told to her prior to now。「Shirley, huh?」 Mukuro said with a small chuckle to her tone, 「but you're correct, I wouldn't have much trouble saying Yoruichi。」

「I'd probably be freaking out more if you came off as hostile towards me,」 granted, she was still internally weirded out, and a part of her was still convinced that this was all in her head。「And thank you, I like to pride myself on how level-headed I can be,」 she added as she took a small sip from the cup of tea she had in her hand。

「Thank you,」 Mukuro responded with a small nod and a smile when the drink she made was complimented, 「and there's。。。 so much, like how did you know my name? You spoke of as if you knew of me, and that other name you said, Shinji, who's that? I don't know a Shinji。」

#midnightactual #\\ i switched this over to the beta editor #\\ i hope you don't mind :3 #⌈ 🐍 ⌉ VISION SHOT AND SPITTING BLOOD. || ✧ –––– MAIN VERSE.#⌈ ✨ ⌉ QUEUE. || ✧ –––– THERE WAS A QUEUE HERE. IT’S GONE NOW.

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yin-yanglulu · 9 months

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Rule The World: Chapter One

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (Nothing that bad happens, it’ll just have a teensy bit more language than usual)

Catagory: M/F

Fandom: Skylanders (Video Games)

Relationship: Cali/Flynn (Skylanders)

Characters: Cali (Skylanders), Flynn (Skylanders)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Actors, Alternate Universe - Modern, Fluff, Romantic Comedy, yes I’ve given them surnames bc it’s an actor au

(This doesn’t have anything to do with Calynn week btw)

Cali was at a actor new year’s party, she was sat at a table chatting with some friends.

“Do you seriously not have any resolutions for the new year Cal?” Her friend and fellow actress Robin Corbin asked.

“Not really, I haven’t really thought about them yet!” Cali replied.

“You’ll need to think about them soon!” said Pixie Nightingale, another one of Cali’s friends.

(Author’s note: idk with these names I came up with lol, also I’m not that good at writing small talk)

“Heh, not my fault I’ve been busy!” Cali said.

There was a moment of silence between the three, until they heard another limousine park up to the place.

“Who’s that?” Pixie asked.

“I dunno, they never told us about what other people are gonna show up!” Robin replied.

“Should we go take a look?” Cali asked.

“Yeah, why not!” Pixie answered.

They went downstairs to the entrance to have a peek at who showed up, there was still crowds of people waiting outside, most of them wanting to catch a glimpse of who’s at the party.

“Woah, they’re all still here?!” Robin asked confusingly.

“It is a party that largely consists of actors and actresses after all!” Cali replied.

“Wait! He’s here too?!” Pixie said as she noticed who it was.

“Pixie, who is it you’re talking about?” Cali asked.

“It’s that Flynn Boomfield guy, I dunno what he’s doing here, he must’ve been invited here too!”

(Author’s Note: Yes I made that Flynn’s surname)

Flynn was walking out of the taxi and into the entrance of the party building, he stopped for a moment to wink at the crowd, resulting in the crowd cheering.

“Of course most of the crowd that screamed were girls, the guy’s kinda known for being popular with that crowd, not that he’s dated anyone from there, but he has his fans!” Pixie said.

“Oh that guy, I’ve heard about him before-“ Cali said before Robin cut her off.

“Yeah! I’ve talked to him before, he’s a pretty cool guy!” Robin said.

“Hey, uhhh…can you tell me where the party is, I’ve been invited here!” Flynn asked them, somewhat confused as to why they were standing there.

“Sure! I’ll show you, it’s nice to see you again!” Robin said, offering to take him to the main room.

“Same here!” Flynn said, shaking her hand.

“Ummm, you’ve still got your sunglasses on!” Cali said, looking at him.

“Oh, right, always forget about that!” Flynn chuckled as he took them off and put them in his pocket.

“Not expecting that big of a crowd waiting for you outside huh?” Pixie asked.

“Heh, wasn’t that shocking, I know how many fans of mine were out there, and I figured the ladies were waiting for me to wink at them!” He replied as they began walking.

They eventually got to the main party room.

Pixie and Robin went off to the bar, while Flynn and Cali were left standing there.

“Hey, I ummm, didn’t catch your name!” Flynn said.

“Cali, Cali Gladstone, Pixie already told me your name” she replied.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you” Flynn said offering his hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you too!” Cali said, shaking his hand.

It seemed that Cali had lost sight of Robin and Pixie.

“Should we just sit at another table until we find them?” Cali asked.

“Yeah, I’m kinda thirsty!” Flynn replied as they sat down.

“What can I get for you?” The waiter asked them.

“What do you want?” Cali asked Flynn.

“It’s new years, so why not some champagne!” Flynn answered.

“Cool, I’ll have the same!” Cali told the waiter.

“Two glasses of champagne, coming up!” The waiter said as they walked off.

“So, what have you been in recently?” Cali asked.

“Oh, y’know, just the typical, I’ve been in a lot of things lately, I guess you could say I’m famous!” Flynn replied.

“I could tell by the crowd of people waiting for you outside, you seem to be popular with a lot of people” Cali said.

“Heh, yeah…I know there’s a loooot of ladies out there that would agree with you there, I always make sure to wink at them at stuff like that, their reactions are priceless, I’m not really against that kinda stuff, I mean, they are a majority of my fans, but, it kinda gets old after a while, though I don’t blame them, I mean, I do consider myself pretty handsome and irresistible!” Flynn responded.

“Hm, fascinating!”

The two of them seemed to have been having a friendly conversation, they spent some time drinking champagne and exchanging stories about their acting careers.

They decided to head outside on the balcony for a while, as it was almost midnight.

“Y’know, there’s a lotta feelings that when you’ve been acting for a long time, you can’t really tell if those feelings are real or just want the script says you’re supposed to feel…” Flynn said.

“Hm, really?” Cali asked.

“Yeah…” Flynn replied.

Their hands were inches from touching, their faces started getting closer, until…

BANG!

The fireworks started going off, as it had turned midnight.

“Oh, I didn’t even realise it was that time already!” Flynn chuckled.

“Well, it is, heres to a new year!” Cali replied, raising her glass, Flynn did the same, and they clinked their glasses together.

After the fireworks, they began to say their goodbyes.

“Hey Cali!” Flynn said, as he was about to walk out the entrance to his ride home.

“We should try meeting up sometime!” He said.

“Oh, okay! See you later!” Cali said.

“See ya!” Flynn said as he walked out the entrance, the crowd cheered again as he walked into the limousine.

Shortly afterwards, Cali’s taxi had arrived.

As she was driven to her home, her mind was still thinking about what Flynn had said to her.

“He couldn’t have meant…that…could he?”

To Be Continued…

#skylanders #calynn #lulu’s fics

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madraleen · 9 months

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Attack on Titan - Hajime Isayama Vol.1-5: A “I LIKE IT A NORMAL AMOUNT, OKAY?!” commentary (that is a lie, I am losing my mind).

Disclaimers! -I have not watched the anime. -I knew absolutely nothing going in, except two names and that this story has Titans.

-Oof, the first page is chilling.

-Eren has captured my heart in two pages I think.

-I don’t know what it is, something about the words combined with the images, but I keep getting sniffly and teary-eyed, it’s a visceral reaction.

-I am crying for Eren’s mother, wth.

-This is haunting.

-Oh, Eren and Mikasa aren’t biological siblings?

-Oh? Oh? Dr Yeager injections?

-Did the Titan eat Eren’s leg?! I’m still on Volume 1, right?!

-Ajdfjkd, Eren is so badass, look at him saving Armin from the Titan’s mouth, whaaaat

-Dude, every panel is like a punch in the gut, what

-Eren’s arm too?!?! Is Eren even surviving Volume 1 at this point. I know he does, protags are gonna protag, but argh! (I was under the impression for no particular reason that a Levi was the protag, ehe.)

-I can’t tell who I like and who I don’t yet, but Armin is such a rich character.

-The way they fly down the roofs to protect from the Titans, zoom zoom, so epic.

-Seeing Mikasa shine.

-Mikasa is the only Asian alive?! :O

-Lil Eren is a killing prodigy huh

-They’re such rich and complex characters, gee. Eren, right? He’s so nice and protective and kind and idealistic and motivating and driven, and so ruthless and stubborn and careless, AND IT’S ONLY VOLUME TWO!

-For God’s sake, is Eren alive or not? WAIT. Is Eren the Titan?! (*took me long enough, lmao. IN MY DEFENSE, I’d gone down a speculation path of “Maybe the injections made Eren invulnerable or gave him regenerative abilities so the Titans can’t harm him.”)

-The way Armin links his hand with Eren’s when they find him, my heart.

-Me: I’m just gonna read a couple of chapters, this is too intense for binge-reading. Also me: *reads an entire volume in one sitting*

-Levi! He’s here!

-I want to Google name pronunciations, but I’m so scared of spoilers, that I’m just making up pronunciations at this point.

-I like Levi. He seems aloof, competent and dry and I like his face, he’s checking the marks.

-Dude, I can’t wait to hear these people’s voices in the anime. It’s gonna be brutal.

-I really like how the characters’ postures, gestures and mannerisms are drawn. They’re so natural.

-This how Armin sees himself vs how his friends and allies see him, nnnnggggh, so good, good writing.

-I wanna squish them, I hurt for them.

-Armin is something very personal to me.

-A “light-hearted” moment in this manga qualifies as any moment that no one’s screaming.

-I love reading manga, btw. I’ve loved reading the manga that I’ve read, but this one was an experiment - reading a manga without having been introduced to it through the anime first. And the conclusion is, I love reading manga.

-I also really like how streamlined and efficient the world-building and the exposition are in this story.

-It’s Levi! Omg it’s Levi it’s Levi, omg! What an entrance! What a pose! Why am I fangirling! I don’t know! It’s Levi!

-He’s wiping off his faith in humanity because of Mikasa/Eren? Lmao, what, Jean is so dramatic.

-I keep mixing up Jean and Reiner.

-Yeah, Levi, please take responsibility for Eren, I want you around.

-Ha, everyone has a surname in the cast page and then there’s just “Levi.” A legend.

-Look at how much Mikasa trusts Armin, even in the face of Levi beating the shit out of Eren. If she didn’t, he genuinely wouldn’t be able to restrain her just by grabbing her arm.

-Lmfao, Levi flopping onto the couch next to Eren.

-Levi is so... Levi. His movements are so Levi, his eyes are so Levi. He’s so Levi! I am captivated.

-Eren is so damn likable! He’s strong and stubborn and willful and resolute, but at the end of the day, he looks SO vulnerable on some panels that you just want to hug him real tight and give him cookies and milk.

-Okay, but how cool is to have a castle as a setting in the context of this world

-I relish every moment of humor and levity because they’re so rare.

-Oh no, our first expedition, I’m excited and terrified.

-Yes, thank you, I unironically did want to know more about the horses.

-I am just SAYING that if Eren can turn into a Titan, all the people whose whereabouts we don’t know could potentially be intelligent Titans! All of them! And what about Eren’s father, hmmm? HMMM? Where he at?!

#attack on titan #attack on titan manga #manga commentary #manga

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sneez · 2 years

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compilation of these images which i physically cannot stop making

#arcane #jayce talis #viktor arcane #too cool for a surname huh. i see how it is #sky young #mel medarda #artwork #term finished last week and since then i have been doing uh. Almost Nothing Else except drawing these #i have absolutely destroyed my wrists even more than they were already destroyed. lord preserve me #i just kept thinking of new ones........i had to Manifest them........i wanted to See It #i am sure other people have done many of these already but i havent seen them so here they are again. a gift from me to you :-)#there are a lot of jayces here considering viktor is my most specialest boy but he is just very fun to bully. i like making fun of him #(/affectionate. mostly)#i am also very attached to sky for no reason i think she is the cutest. i like imagining her and viktor as gay besties #[furiously ignores canon]#i need to rewatch arcane ive only seen it once so far and that was quite a while ago but it has been very prominent in my mind since then #i enjoyed it very much indeed if you could not tell. my brain seems to have interpreted it as a comedy though judging by these images #also unrelated but i know i have a million things to answer and i will do that very soon!!!!! i am so sorry to keep you all waiting my ask #box has so much in it please forgive me #now that term is over i have much more free time so i will be around more hopefully :-D i love and miss you all very much #ok leaving now before i do my usual million tags. places these pictures at your feet and leaves at top speed

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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i know we all love toji being nasty, but i'd love to see a (slightly) sweeter side of him and the reader as mamaguro, if possible?? maybe featuring the reader in his lap, the first time toji's ever really wanted to really do right by his partner... the ability of a man like him to have a softer side has plagued me ever since akutami said he mellowed out with his wife 😭

saying the important things - toji x fem!reader (2.1k)

toji’s not the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve. but he’ll try, for you.

warnings: none! reader is mamaguro and uses fem pronouns, pregnancy is briefly talked about. this is just soft honestly

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

Megumi is sleeping.

He lays in his crib, his chubby cheeks squished against the soft mattress, his hair dark and messy. At times like this, you can see so much of Toji in him, and it makes your heart ache. You can’t believe that you helped create something so perfect – from his tiny face, the tilt of his nose, the perfectly formed fingers and toes . . . You find it hard to believe that Megumi could really be yours.

“You’re starin’ at the kid again.”

Toji’s voice comes from behind you and startles you – you jump, guiltily turning to see your husband. His voice is dark and rough, but as you see him you realise that his face is anything but. Oh, sure – he has a scar bisecting the corner of his lip, muscles rippling out of a tight black shirt. But the look on his face is peaceful, and as he meets your eyes it just seems to fade into something even more so.

“You come stare at him,” you say, “you’ll understand why.”

He makes a little huff of amusement – but Toji Fushiguro is under your thumb, so he humours you by moving forward. Big arms wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and held in his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, sharp green eyes on the messy-haired bundle of wonder sleeping in the crib that you’d watched Toji build with a screwdriver clenched between his teeth.

(“How hard can it be?” He’d asked you. “S’flat pack, right? Guys who aren’t half as smart as me do it--”. In the end, it had taken six and a half hours and Toji had had to physically pick you up and sit you down on a chair because you couldn’t stop bending down to help. He’d placed his hands on his hips and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You’re gonna get yourself stressed, sweetheart, and it isn’t gonna do any good for the kid.” You hadn’t expected Toji Fushiguro to be the over-protective kind . . . but you’d be lying if you said that his pout and furrowed eyebrows weren’t adorable).

Megumi’s eyes had turned the same shade of green as Toji’s around the five month mark, for the record.

“We did a good job, huh?” There’s a hint of pride in Toji’s voice that he does his best to dampen down – he’s trying to be cool, even now. Your hands come to rest over his own, where they’re clasped onto your hips.

“I think we did a great job,” you tell him, and snorts out a little laugh against your neck that tickles, making you bend back into sub-consciously. “No, really. I think he’ll fetch a high price on the black market. Look at all of that hair.”

“Takes after me,” Toji tells you. “I think I’d fetch a high price too.”

“You know you’d fetch a high price,” you say, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You find yourself on your tip-toes just so you can feel a little closer to equal to him. “You’re a wanted man, Mr Fushiguro--”

“You’re a wanted woman, Mrs Fushiguro,” He says, bending his head – and his lips brush across yours, and you feel your entire body fill with the heady knowledge that he wants you. You know it – he makes it clear in the gentler way he holds you against him, his attempts to do chores around the house, the way his fingers entangle with yours when you’re out doing grocery shopping as a little family. But there’s something that you can’t quite express that feels all the more special about the embrace and the words when you two are on your own.

It hadn’t always been like this.

When you’d first met Toji, he’d been all dark flashing eyes and dangerous smile and tugging hands, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flirted and charmed his way into your life. His voice had been dark and deep, he’d winked at you and made insinuations and insisted, occasionally, that this wasn’t a relationship so much as a mutually beneficial arrangement--

Until someone else had flirted with you in a club and Toji had grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist. Perhaps you’d been trying to make him jealous – you’d long ago accepted that your crush on Toji and desire to make him yours officially were going to come to a sticky end, seeing as he seemed to value his freedom so highly – but you hadn’t expected it to work.

He’d murmured into your neck that night that you were his, forever, and he never wanted to see someone else’s hands on you again--

“Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend, finally, then?” You’d asked, a hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the scar on his lip. Toji had grinned at you, dark and deep and dangerous but warmer than you’d ever seen it. He’d held you that night like he’d just realised how precious you were.

“Sweetheart,” he’d said to you in response. “Hell. Y’can call me your husband if you want.”

You had laughed and thought he was joking.

“Maybe I’ll try that after a proper proposal,” you’d said, tapping his nose. You’d expected him to grab your hand before you could make contact and pin you underneath him, tell you off for being so cheeky – but instead, the pad of your finger had made contact with it and you swore you’d seen a dark flush dust his high cheekbones.

You’d figured that was the end of it, until two weeks later he’d pulled out an expensive-looking ring whilst the two of you watched a movie.

“Well?” He’d asked you, looking almost uncomfortable – almost afraid that you might say ‘no’. “Whaddya say, angel? Gonna try callin’ me husband now?”

And you had.

He’d confessed everything to you before he’d asked about taking your name. His exact line of work, why he wanted to leave his old surname behind – and though you know you shouldn’t have, you’d simply taken it in stride. If this was what it took to have him, you would accept it; it had been too long, and you loved him too much, to simply walk away. You’d found out you were expecting Megumi six weeks before the small wedding and had told Toji immediately.

He’d seemed scared, but he’d seemed excited to – whirling you around like you weighed nothing before he anxiously put you back down and stepped back.

“That’s fine, right?” He’d asked. “I dunno much about kids. I haven’t hurt ‘em or anything, have I?”

He’d made a real effort around the house whilst you were incapacitated by your pregnancy, too – sometimes too much of one, as he batted away your attempts at cooking or cleaning with an insistent ‘I can do it, sweetheart!”. You’d let him make mistakes – honestly, a couple of disasters notwithstanding he’d made a decent effort.

You’re not afraid to leave Megumi alone with him, though Toji still hasn’t quite mastered the life skill of ‘talking to my baby as if he is my child and not simply a friend who I want to slightly intimidate’.

Sometimes you see Toji sat in an armchair with Megumi in his arms, a tiny hand wrapped around Toji’s massive thumb, and you think you could die from how much you love them both.

“C’mon,” Toji murmurs, breaking the kiss. “He’s fast asleep.”

You let yourself be dragged over to said armchair in the corner of the room, next to the little case of children’s books you and Toji had chosen for him

Megumi likes dogs; he claps his pudgy little hands together whenever one is introduced in the bright colours and flat pages. At nine and a half months, he had furrowed his little face and pronounced; “Gog. Goggy.”. Toji had grabbed the cheap camcorder that he’d been recording as many milestones as possible on and tried to bully Megumi into saying it again, but all of the footage he’d actually gotten was you laughing in the background as Megumi attempted to cross his chubby little arms and look at his father in disapproval. He had not said ‘goggy’ again until you had thoughtlessly picked up a little pair of black and white stuffed dogs whilst in a toy-shop with him to show him. Toji had had to go back to the shop ten minutes before closing to purchase them, and even now Megumi tucks them under his arms when you take him out in his pushchair.

You let yourself, too, be pulled into Toji’s lap as your husband gets comfortable, readjusting your body so he can wrap his arms around you and you can bury your face into his neck.

He smells like cigarettes and your laundry powder, familiar and comforting.

He takes a deep, pleased breath that makes the muscles in his throat ripple – you bring up a hand and trace them, fingertip lodging in the hollow of his throat for a moment before your hand moves down to rest over his clavicle, and then where his heart is beating steadily under his clothes and skin.

“You feelin’ me up, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “Y’can just ask, you know--”

“I’m feeling your heartbeat,” you say to him, listening to his pulse in his neck. “I think it might have stopped. We should look into it.” “Is this because I made that joke about the black market? Babe, you’d never let me fuckin’ sell our kid--” “Don’t swear around Megumi,” you say, automatically, your eyes swivelling to Megumi’s crib without moving your head from its comfortable position. “You’ll give him a dirty mouth.”

“You love my dirty mouth,” Toji purrs, the arm around your waist pulling you in tighter and closer. Heat rushes to your face and you give him a headbutt in the neck that’s half affectionate and half warning.

“Not now,” you say, sighing comfortably. Toji is warm and solid and always there for you. “I’m too comfy.”

“Ah, far be it for me to interrupt your nap-time,” he teases, but he pushes a kiss onto your forehead anyway. “Hell, I could go to sleep here myself. Nobody said havin’ a kid would be this much effort.”

“Everyone said it,” you say, stifling a yawn. “You just didn’t believe them.”

He snorts again.

“Y’got me there,” he says. “Wouldn’t change him for the world, though.”

“You’re just saying that because he takes after you,” you smile against his skin. “If he looked like me and acted like me, if he was sweet and demure--”

This gets another laugh from Toji, who knows exactly just how not sweet and not demure you can be.

“I’d love him even more, probably,” he says. “We’re gonna have some fuckin’ blow-ups in the future, sweetheart. Good job you’ll be around to sort out your men, right?”

The arm not about your waist moves so he can cup your face now, tip your chin up towards him. His eyes are still very sharp, but they’re softened with love as he looks down at you. Toji gives you these moments in the quiet of night – when he’s not formerly-of-the-Zenin-family, when he’s not the ‘Sorcerer Killer’, when he’s not an assassin-for-hire – when he’s just Toji Fushiguro, your husband and father of your child. You treasure every single one of them and hold them close to you like a precious pearl, stringing them onto a necklace of memories you’ll cling to forever.

“I’ll be around forever,” you tell him. “If I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and tell you what a shitty job you’re doing on the PTA.”

He snorts.

“Don’t even joke,” he tells you with a flickering smirk – but that smirk quickly drops away to be replaced with a look of intense solemnity. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Are you getting soft on me?” You ask, but the hand tipping your chin up does a little jerk.

“Please,” Toji says, a little softer now. “Let me tell you I love you and mean it.”

Sparks fly all through your stomach, your heart twisting in your ribcage. You rarely see this kind of gravitas on his face – he rarely takes this tone, almost needy as he implores you to listen.

“I love you too,” you breathe. “You know that.”

He pulls you into a kiss that knocks the breath out of you, that makes you feel like you and Toji and Megumi are the only real people on Earth and everyone else is an imitation.

“Yeah,” he says, gruff. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearin’ you say it, though.”

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #fem reader #writing #jjk writing #jjk posting #Anonymous

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nctsjiho · 2 years

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Vampire House : The Favorite (JiHo Cut)

warnings: none

❀ JiHo takes her role of the outlier vampire a bit too seriously

italics = English, (bold) or “bold” = subtitles or comments on screen, (normal) = extra context

I left the love letter writing from episode 2 out of this.

정중하고 우아한 뱀파이어들의 의회 | Vampire House : The Favorite #1

“Bonjour...” JiHo tries to hide her suppressed laughter behind her hands. “Is something wrong?” Jaehyun turns to his left to address JiHo. “No, no, nothing. Please do go on.” She gestures at him before he continues. “I’m Jaehyun Favoritine.”

“Ah and you?” Johnny looks at JiHo after everyone has finished their introduction. JiHo eyes every member before letting out a deep sigh. “I guess you aren’t very informed.” “Huh?” Doyoung’s eyes widen, Jaehyun and Johnny spare each other a confused glance. “I’m JiHo. Surname would be Favoritois.” “Oh! Sounds familiar.” Johnny mumbles to himself. “Some might know me as the founder of Kwangya,” exaggerated gasps come from all three boys, “some might call me a traitor. Therefore I have been banned from my own territory. Whether you decide to believe the rumours or not, I do no longer associate with my past. Now I travel the world... Try new things... Meet new people...”

JiHo examines a knife before bringing it up to her nose to smell it. She smirks slightly and then looks at the camera. “JIHO Favoritois, 1218 Years Old, Born in ??”

“Do you also have someone you love?” Doyoung asks carefully. “Love... Though I guess I’m not opposed to falling in love. There might even be someone I have my eyes on. I also have other reasons to want to be human.” “Like what?” Doyoung asks. JiHo sends him a piercing look, causing him to cower slightly. Nervous laughter erupts from the man after JiHo says, “You ask many questions, don’t you?”

After Mark sits down, JiHo walks up to the Haechan. “Agh- It’s you.” (resentment) His face is painted with a look of displeasure. “Nice to see you too, Mr. Favorite.” (keeps cool) She turns towards the front. “1218 years old. Doesn’t matter where I’m from. I’m here now.” JiHo glances at Haechan who doesn’t ask her any further questions, so she heads towards the tables and sits down between Jaehyun and Doyoung.

“She’s kind of mysterious. Who is she?” Taeyong whispers at Mark from the other side of the room. “Right! I guess you’re too young to know.” Yuta who sits at the other table hears the conversation and decides to join in. “If I were you, I wouldn’t ask too many questions. If the rumours are true, you wouldn’t want to be on her bad side.”

“JiHo?” At the mention of her name, JiHo sits up from where she had been leaning against Doyoung’s shoulder. “Hmm?” She hums questioningly. “Why do you want to become a human?” “It’s quite simple actually. I mean look at you guys. I’m already over a thousand years old, but I wish to not become like these people.” “These people?!” Johnny stands up, face contorted from how offended he is at the comment. “I have spent countless years observing humans as well as vampires. As I watch the humans, I see a life I long for.”

“Wow, since when has JiHo become this well spoken?” Doyoung asks the other two boys at his table who both look just as fascinated. “She’s really into her role.” Taeil snickers, watching as JiHo twirls a strand of her hair.

“Aren’t you in love with someone?” Haechan stares intensely at the younger girl. She scoffs, grabbing the glass of wine(?) in front of her and swirling it around. “In the wise words of Troye Sivan: ‘Only fools fall for you‘.” At that, Mark and Taeyong burst out laughing, holding onto each other so as not to fall from their chairs.

(the question is: How much do you know about love?) “Next JiHo!” Haechan says, causing all eyes to look at the girl who sits slumped in her chair. “Does she even love anyone?” Taeyong asks Mark in a whisper. “I don’t think so.” “I bet she has never been in love before.” Johnny mumbles while looking at himself in the mirror.

Suddenly JiHo stands up with a smack against the table, causing Doyoung and Taeil - and Taeyong at the table on the other side - to jump in surprise, maybe even a bit of fear. “Okay!” She yells loudly. “I do care about love! I’ve been in love many times. They have all died before I could be with them.”(immersed) She confesses and Jaehyun looks at her in bewilderment. “Wow-” “Acting skills...” Jungwoo mumbles. JiHo puts both hands on the table, her head is turned downwards as she takes a big breath. “My heart has been broken many times.” She stands back up straight and looks into the distance. “But when one is in love, you decide to put yourself into a situation where you allow your heart to be broken. Because if you are truly in love... You give yourself to them, even if that means that you lose a piece of yourself in the process.” (- JIHO Favoritois, 2021)

The boys are quiet for a second as JiHo sits back down, adjusting her skirt - with a ridiculous amount of layers of fabric. “Have you been taking acting classes?” Johnny is the first one to speak, causing JiHo to laugh. “Like for real though, where did that come from?” Marks sounds insanely confused yet impressed at the same time. “Did I miss something in the script?” Yuta looks at the staff behind the camera, causing some of them, as well as some of the members to laugh.

(they’re making acrostic poems with the word ‘love’) “JiHo ‘Sa’!” Haechan says loudly. Without hesitation JiHo starts her poem, “‘for the person [I] love’ / [내가] ��랑하는 사람�� 위해.” Mark, Taeyong, Jungwoo and Yuta ooh at how fast JiHo started. “’Rang’!” The boys then call out together. Yuta watches JiHo with a smile. (Expecting) “Rang... Rang... La- ‘I’ll buy you Lancaster Castle.’ / ‘랑(랭)커스터 성을 사줄게‘” (Lancaster in Korean is written 랭커스터, but JiHo pronounced it like 랑커스터 so that it works in the poem)

The boys all laugh at the unexpected poem, while JiHo just smiles. “I have enough money.” (proud) She says to no one in particular. “Wow, I don’t know whether to be impressed or not.” Jungwoo says once he finally stops laughing while wiping a stray tear from his eye. “Honestly, I did not expect that.” Mark tells JiHo when she glances over at him. “Me neither.” “What’s up with you today?” Doyoung asks from beside her. He was holding on to her arm while laughing ever since she said her last line of the poem.

사랑해 또 사랑해 | Vampire House : The Favorite #2

“Now, let's play some mini-games together.” Haechan starts out. “Everyone, while playing the game, keep in mind you'll choose the final winner.” At the youngest boy’s explanation - actually oldest in this case - Doyoung looks perplexed. “What are you talking about?” “ Even if you win the game, the final winner will be decided by majority vote.” Haechan continues to explain the rules. A chorus of confused laughter fills the room and Mark and Doyoung ask why they are even playing a game to begin with.

Meanwhile, JiHo stands up and starts walking off set. “Where are you going?” Haechan asks confused. “Call me when the next meeting happens. I have better things to do.” JiHo holds her hand up to her ear like she’s holding a telephone and winks at the boy. Before she can make it too far though, Johnny grabs her hand and pushes her back to her seat. “Sit down.”(stern) The girl wordlessly obeys.

Once JiHo’s eyes take notice of the cat ears which were supposed to read brainwaves, her face immediately bursts out into a big grin. It only intensifies as the ears start moving on top of Johnny and Mark’s heads.

Whilst everyone is crying with laughter, JiHo tries to regain some self control as she mumbles, “Ah~ I don’t think I can do this.” She continues to cling onto Doyoung next to her, and he does the same to her as well, as they both laugh while watching the members with the moving ears on their heads.

“Who hasn’t gone yet?” Mark asks after pretty much all members have played. “JiHo!” Yuta yells, pointing at the girl who’s hiding behind Doyoung’s arm. “I don’t think I have to go?” It sounds pretty close to a question as JiHo hesitantly stands up. “No no, everyone has to try at least once!” The excitement is very clear in Haechan’s voice as he watches JiHo walk towards the chairs in the middle. “Who will you go with?” One of the boys ask and Taeyong speaks up quickly, “I’d like to see JiHo and Johnny!”

“Ohhh~ so cute!” Jungwoo and Yuta both squeal as JiHo puts the ears on. She sends them a slightly annoyed glare, which makes Johnny laugh and it also causes his ears to start moving suddenly. (unexpected cuteness) “Ah! Wait, we haven’t started yet!” Johnny is quick to defend himself, but it still takes a few seconds before the cat ears stop moving. “Do I make your heart flutter?” JiHo leans in slightly and it takes the older boy by surprise. His ears move again. (surprise attack) “Hey! Stop it.”

The other members are already laughing at the unexpected turn of events. “Wow, I didn’t expect Johnny to crumble like that in front of JiHo.” Haechan is almost in shock by how JiHo can make Johnny’s ears move more than any other member has before her. Jaehyun agrees, but his laughter makes it hard for him to voice his words. “JiHo~” Johnny starts. “You look very pretty today.” The ears that had moved slightly before, swiftly stood up straight and stopped moving. Johnny observes them for a second and after he realises they weren’t going to start moving, he sits back in his chair and crosses his arms as if he were offended. “Yah... Don’t you feel absolutely nothing?” (hurt) JiHo apologetically shakes her head. “I’m sorry, buddy.” The nickname causes Johnny to scoff, but soon he along with JiHo join the other boys laughing.

When the game is finally over and JiHo wins with 2 to 9, she and Johnny both go and sit down on their original chairs again. “This woman is cold blooded. No heart at all!” Johnny hisses, but when he sees JiHo send him an apologetic pout, he quickly gives her a short but firm hug.

“Now finally,” Haechan starts off, (final vote) “It’s time to choose one person for “Favorite”. It's time to choose the owner of "Favorite". Have you all decided on that one person?” Haechan asks. “Yes!” JiHo’s loud voice makes Doyoung next to her wince and hold his ear. “What’s up with you today?” Doyoung laughs, still softly rubbing his right ear. JiHo grabs her glass and circles her wrist. “There must be something in this wine.” (it’s definitely not alcohol...) She mumbles. Both Jaehyun and Doyoung make eye contact with each other before bursting into laughter. Ever the curious one, Haechan leans over Jaehyun’s shoulder, asking what just happened. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Jaehyun shrugs him off, but continues laughing and it earns a pout from the other boy.

The first three members (Jungwoo, Mark and Taeyong) go to the front, and JiHo throws them one of her 9 flowers each. “Did you give all of them one?” Haechan asks while Yuta starts walking to the front. JiHo’s hands move through the flowers as if she’s counting them and she nods. “I had nine... So I’ll give everyone one.” JiHo looks up at Haechan. “Besides you.” She grins and Haechan gasps. “I’m just kidding.”

JiHo does end up giving Haechan one of her flowers and so does she for Jaehyun. It’s now her turn to stand in the middle.

“If you want JiHo to become human, throw your roses.” Haechan announces, but only silence follows. (You could hear a pin drop...) Behind JiHo the boys all eye each other, deciding whether or not to throw their roses or not (some of the members have even run out of roses to throw). When JiHo hears nothing for another second, she starts walking off set. “Thank you! You’ve worked hard!” (leaving) She tells the staff while she walks off screen and soon the members start to call her back or are laughing loudly. “No! Now I feel bad!” Mark yells when JiHo is long gone.

The room is filled with half-apologies, as finally walks back to her spot. “We’ll throw them for real this time.” Taeyong assures her but she waves him off. “I’m fine, I’ll just save myself the embarrassment.” She sits back down on her seat and Yuta runs up to her to pull her into a bone crushing hug. Doyoung, who is already sitting next to her, does the same. “I’m sorry!” They both apologise; yet their amusement is very noticeable.

When everyone is settled back down, and Taeyong personally delivers JiHo one flower to which JiHo reassures him she’s completely fine, JiHo speaks up once again. “If I were you guys I’d sleep with one eye open tonight.” A shiver runs down Mark’s spine as he looks at Jungwoo with wide eyes, the older boy mirroring his expression. “I’m not sure if she’s still acting or she means in real life.” Mark tells him. “Oh don’t worry Mark. You’ll find out when I reach your roommates first.” (scary) The comment makes Mark gulp, but further reactions remain unseen as the camera cuts to Doyoung getting his flowers.

“Since Johnny gets to become human, I’ll guess I’ll see you guys next time?” JiHo doesn’t even pay attention to the boys as she says this, but all the boys frantically exchange eye contact. “Johnny hyung?!” Haechan points at the wine bottle in the older boy’s hands (the wine makes any vampire who drinks it become human). “Maybe you should give it to JiHo.” This makes JiHo look up and a big smile appears on her face. She cheerfully jumps over to Haechan and stands between him and Jaehyun. Both her arms drape around the boys’ shoulders as she pulls them closer. “Why? Aren’t you excited to see me next time? Wasn’t today so much fun?” Earning a forced nod from Haechan, she eyes the other members. “Not gonna lie, you’re kinda freaking me out right now.” Mark’s voice wavers slightly. “Let’s leave!” (The end of discussion) Haechan quickly hits his gavel and the members leave. JiHo waits for the boy to stand up and they both leave together laughing about something but it doesn’t get picked up by the mic.

While Yuta walks off he turns to Mark, “do you think JiHo took acting classes?” “It feels like it doesn’t it!?” Mark answers a bit eagerly. “Maybe something was really in her drink...” Jungwoo wonders out loud.

#jiho.video #nct 24th member #nct additional member #nct imagines #nct female member #nct extra member #nct female addition #nct addition #nct additions #kpop!addition #kpop!oc

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realcube · 3 years

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speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked

he shook his head, keeping his lips together

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’ he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more

Kentarō Kyōtani

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi

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omiscurls · 3 years

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how these haikyuu! characters react after making you cry/feel bad

characters in question: atsumu miya, kiyoomi sakusa, tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama

warnings: one or two curse words, nothing big

part two will be linked here and will contain Eita Semi, Rintarō Suna and Kozume Kenma

Kiyoomi Sakusa

You were probably somewhere public, like out shopping or stuff, and he really, REALLY hates going shopping. There’s so many people, it smells terribly and unfortunately, every time he somehow goes to the mall, plenty of people manage to bump into his shoulder, which pisses him off to the max. And you were there for two, very long hours. You came back to him from some sort of a shop where you bought a christmas present for someone.

“Look what I got!” you said in a cheerful way, the little bag dangling on your fingers.

“Mhm, cool” he said, not even minding the wonderful gift you got. You were hoping he’d ask what inside, so you could hide it from him. It was in fact a gift for your precious boyfriend, and you wanted to tease him about it, knowing he’s lowkey excited for christmas.

That wasn’t in store for today, as he was tired, annoyed to his very limits, and desperately wanted to go home. You pouted, looking at him accusingly.

“Hey, you’re not even interested!”

“You’re absolutely right, I’m not” he said, walking away towards the parking lot, leaving you behind, needing to catch up to him. Something stang your heart in the way he said it. Did he really not care at all? He said he’d come with you, after all, he was in such a good mood in the morning.

“Are you mad?” you asked, way more quiet already.

“Are you mad?” he mocked you in the most annoying, high-pitched voice he could get out of his throat, rolling his eyes. “No, it’s just that my girlfriend’s dumb and childish” he added, speeding up.

What?

You froze in place. Your brain kept telling you he doesn’t mean it, and he’s just stressed at the moment, he’ll most likely apologize a hundred times as soon as you get home. You knew that. You knew you had to respect and mind some things in his brain that were just made a certain way. You knew all that, and yet, it still hurted, to have all your christmas-ish atmosphere and mood ruined like that.

But still, your common sense stopped you from causing a scene, as you quietly followed your angry boyfriend. He checked whether you were still there, because the one thing he hated more than being in shopping malls was being in shopping malls alone, but you didn’t notice, eyes fixed on your shoes, so you wouldn’t cry.

You absolutely hated it when he raised his voice at you the way he did. It could’ve been worse, you were probably overreacting...

You glanced over at the small bag you were carrying, and the very valuable gift you picked out, and remembered how happy you were about it a second ago. How happy you were to make him happy.

You couldn’t stop the tears then, but managed to keep them silent, so that he wouldn’t notice. The two of you got to his car, and you still stayed quiet as he drove out of the parking lot, and onto the road. Looking at the window constantly, you managed to hide the trails of tears on your cheeks, until the moment you sobbed by complete accident. Your eyes widened, and muscles became tense, knowing you must’ve made a sound, and he must’ve heard it.

And damn right he did, his heart immediately dropped, he thought you were just pouting about the name he called you, but obviously, OBVIOUSLY you knew he did it out of stress, right? Obviously you knew he was already planning on how to apologize, but first he needed to calm down, so that he wouldn’t do anything stupid again.

But there you were, crying? On his front seat? But that was one stupid name, why did you care this much?

He sighed, and you watched in shock as he took the first place he could stop at and got out of the car, without saying a word. You thought he needed fresh air, or something, but no, he walked up to your side of the vehicle, and opened the door.

“Come on, get up” he said, way softer than you expected him to, but you just stared at him in surprise. “Fine then” he added, when you wouldn’t move, and bent over to personally undo your seatbelt, and took your hand to help you up.

You were now standing in front of him, with a shy expression across your face. You watched in frustration as he battled with himself what to do next, it was such a spontaneous decision that he didn’t have the time to think his apology through.

You watched him frown, run a hand through his hair in stress and play with his fingers for a while. He really sucked at apologizing, but what he sucked at even more, was physical affection. Though he really liked hugging you, under certain conditions, he didn’t feel comfortable doing that here, and after long shopping, while his nerves were all ripped apart.

Words was all he had left.

“I’m sorry” he finally said. “You know I didn’t mean that. You’re not stupid, nor are you childish. I was just stressed. Please, tell me how I can make it up to you.”

You knew, you knew he didn’t mean that, but you wished you didn’t have to. You stayed silent, and he began to panick, why didn’t you respond? He moved further away and looked you in the eyes, worry in his dark irises.

“I really, really want to see what you got. I do. Just, let’s get home first, please?” he asked in a really soft, almost childish voice. “Come on, I’ll make dinner, how about that? I’ll try your favorite.”

And when you nodded, he sighed with relief. He’d probably die before he’d spontaneously kiss you or anything, so he was glad words worked on you. And he knew for a fact, that he never wanted to make you feel unappreciated again.

Atsumu Miya

He’s stressed before a game. The Jackals had a major fight the other day and he just knows the energy on the field won’t be as good, and he’s competing against one of his highschool rivals.

It doesn’t help when Osamu and you tease him about the fight, claiming he was the one to cause this, even know you all know DAMN WELL it started with Bokuto and Sakusa.

So yeah, the great Atsumu Miya is stressed. He’s afraid it will all be blamed on him, again. So he sits in the living room, draped all over your couch, huge headphones on as he plays some game on the PlayStation.

You enter the room after coming home and smile upon seeing him in such a childlike position and activity, and you go over to the kitchen to make tea. You put one of the cups with it in front of him, waving your hand before his face.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks” he says, gently pushing you out of his vision, so you don’t interrupt his game. You pout slightly, but smile, he looks so cute and focused.

After a while you come back into the room, and he’s just staring at the ceiling, the controler in his hand.

“Your tea is cold by now” you whine, looking at the cup.

“Mhm” he only responds, not minding your comment. That irritated you slightly, but you only took the controler out of his grip, noticing the screen was already turned off, and sat on the couch.

“Stressed you fucked up?” you giggle, slightly pushing his bangs back, wanting to kiss his forehead after, but you stop in your actions after you notice how he’s looking at you.

“I didn’t fuck up” he states codly and slowly “I did nothing wrong! It was Sakusa and Bokuto who started the fight, all I did was try to keep them from ripping each other apart!” his voice slowly rises up, as he lifts himself up to a sitting position, betrayal forming in his eyes. He doesn’t even call his teammates Omi and Bokkun, he reffers to them with their whole surnames. “Why do you all keep assuming I’m the one who fucked up? Why does it always have to be me in your eyes, huh? You’re my girlfriend, you should know better!” he shouts, standing up, and you follow him with a worried look, not wanting to hear him yell anymore.

“Calm down, Tsumu, I was joking of course I—” you begin, but he doesn’t let you finish, snatching away the hand you were going to put on his cheek.

“Of course you were! All you ever do is joke about me, like I’m some kind of a fucking spectacle! Why do I even bother dealing with you?” he says in a cold manner, storming out of the room, as you’re left there, speechless, tears flowing down your cheeks. All you wanted was to change the atmosphere a bit, maybe you got to it the wrong way, but still, why did he react like that?

You slowly get yourself to leave and go to the bathroom, where you close the door behind you and slide your back against it until you reach the floor. You look at yourself in the huge mirror in front of you — were you really that terrible? That hard to deal with?

Sobs leave your mouth uncontrollably as you think of Atsumu leaving because of such a small and irrelevant little thing.

But he didn’t leave, he just went to the bedroom to calm down, and suddenly he feels guilty, so he tries to look for you. As you didn’t turn on the lights in the bathroom, he doesn’t check it at first, but upon hearing your cry, he freezes.

Wait, wait, wait. You were the one to make him feel bad, not the other way around. Did he say something he doesn’t remember? Did something else happen to you and you wanted to tell him, but he didn’t let you? What happened, why is his little princess crying?

He knocks on the door, lightly.

“Are ya there?” he asked, as his obvious accent gets more noticeable with emotion. You don’t respond, so he kneels in fornt of the door to look wether your sitting by it. “See, I know you’re there” he says as calm as he possibly can. “Come out, please”.

When you don’t respond again, he wants to open the door himself, as he sees it’s not locked, but he doesn’t want to seem this controlling.

“Okay, I’ll wait” he just says instead, sitting by the door, making you two sit almost back to back. “Ya know, I’m a bit hurt myself, do ya know how difficult it is when people always assume you’re the dumb one? And then your girlfriend does, too? I know it wasn’t a big deal, I know you were joking. Just, I’m really worried about this situation, ya know?”

“I’m sorry” you whisper, and he instantly turns back, not remembering there’s a door between you.

“Don’t be sorry, I overreacted, princess. Just, please, remember that I have feelings, too, please. I’m so, so sorry for hurting yours”

You try to open the door, and he quickly rolls away, and smiles softly upon noticing your red, wet face and swollen eyes.

“Yer not difficult to deal with, princess. Dealing with ya is an honor” he says quietly, as he opens his arms to hug you, and wraps them tightly around you, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay, we’re okay” he laughs, as he presses a quick kiss on your forehead.

You nod.

“But really, you’re sensitive, princess” he laugh vibrantly, looking over at you. You punch him slightly on the torso.

“Like you’re the one to talk.”

Tooru Oikawa

You fight about his fangirls, obviously. You usually just let them be, knowing damn well your beloved boyfriend only has eyes on you, as he often jokingly states, but that one day you just weren’t feeling like yourself.

You were moody all day, walking around as if you were half dead, rude and bitter to everyone, even if it is uncharacteristical for you. Then when you meet your boyfriend after his practice, it turns out that his day wasn’t any better.

Usually you’re his best cheerleader and vice versa, but when you’re both mad, well it’s a mixture that can blow up any given moment.

He waves at you calmly from outside his locker room, walking over slowly in your direction. Usually he’d run up and give you a spin, so you instantly know he’s not in the mood for anything.

Almost mechanically he stops by you and gives you a peck on the cheek. You grab his hand and begin walking out of the building.

“All set and ready?” you ask before starting to walk again, and he simply nods. You feel the angry glances of all the girls that wish to be you, and almost tremble at the amount of hatred coming from them silently.

And then, Oikawa waves. That’s literally all he has to do for them to turn into literal angels and squeal all over the place like the annoying little shits they are, at least for you and at least that day.

You tighten the grip on his hand, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Your bad mood collapses even further as you overhear some sort of a conversation about your body, obviously not a very polite and respectful one. You press your lips into a straight line, as you two walk out of the building.

“They were annoying weren’t they?” you ask, wanting to keep some sort of a conversation with your boyfriend.

“You always find them annoying, chill already” you hear in response, glancing over at him with surprise.

“Well I’m sorry for not wanting to hear it again how I’m clumsy, and ugly, and not enough-“

“Your level of self pity is really high these days, you know that?” he states bluntly, as you feel something stinging your heart. “Relax already, geez” he then adds, letting go of your hand.

“Well then, keep relaxing by yourself” you answer in a bit, suddenly walking in a different direction than he did. You hear him shout at your back to stop doing this and come there, but you don’t care. You practically run over to your house, hot tears streaming down your face.

All you wanted was a bit of encouragement. The slightest bit of what they received, a flash of that smile, but no, all you received was coldness and bitter comments about your self esteem.

You shut the door behind you and go up to your room, not even taking off your shoes, just throwing yourself at the bed, screaming into the pillow. What a dick, you think, but also wish he was there apologizing and hugging you right now.

Why didnt he run to stop you? He was faster, he’d catch up in a second. You totally forget that he also seemed off.

Around half an hour later you hear a knock on the door, but can’t bring yourself to answer.

“I’m coming in myself if you won’t open, just to let you know!” you hear, but decide to just lay still. And as promised, your front door opens, and then the sound of footsteps echoes around the place, until you hear a small knock on the open door to your room.

“Care to look up maybe?” he asks, but you shake your head no in response.

He walks over, leaving something on your desk, and moves your chin so you’d look at him himself.

“So... your dickhead of a boyfriend is sorry” he states calmly, reaching for the flowers he left on the desk previously. Your favorites, obviously, that’s so Oikawa.

“Tell him I don’t want to talk” you answer, tilting your head to the other side. He laughs softly.

“Come on, he can’t just leave you here, mad at him! Let him make it up in some way” he says, moving you to the side of your bed so he can sit there, and lifts you up so you’d sit across from him. “Pretty pretty please, forgive me for being an asshole” he pleads, going full on puppy eyes.

You stay silent.

“Come on baby, you know you’re prettier, and smarter, and funnier than all of them at once! And the one thing you have that they obviously don’t, is my undying love!” he puts a hand over his forehead in a theatrical gesture, closing his eyes and lifting his chin as if he was a fifteenth century princess about to faint. You giggle, and he considers this a win.

“All jokes aside though, everyone is somehow beautiful in their own way. But you, your royal highness, you’re beautiful in every way possible” he whispers dramatically, getting closer so he can kiss the tip of your nose. „Plus I did bring the flowers, so it would kinda hurt if you wouldn’t forgive me”

You roll your eyes and nod calmly, watching him do a cute little victory dance.

“Now can I talk about how mean Iwaizumi was to me today? And you won’t believe what I got into this morning—“

Tobio Kageyama

He’s being a clueless dick without realising it. You know damn well that all his life he’s been focused only on his passion, and nothing else seemed to be bothering his mind. You know you’re his first s/o, and that comes with a lot of fluffy, exciting moments, but also with a lot of embarassing fights about nothing.

So you’re patient, most of the time. He doesn’t have a lot of spare moments to share with you, as his career is speeding up constantly ever since he left middle school, you’re fine with that. You’re fine with him leaving for a couple of days very often, you’re fine with him spending more time with his teammates than with you, that’s all understandable and logical.

But his behaviour often isn’t.

“Hey!” you say, standing on your tippy toes to cover his eyes with your hands “Guess who?”

“I know it’s you” he answers, turning around “And I can’t talk right now” he adds, ready to leave. You notice hinata in front of him, apparently they were in the middle of a conversation. You suddenly feel bad for interrupting.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to. Are we still on for tonight, though?”

“On for what?” he asks, eyebrows raised in total surprise. You can’t believe it, did he forget?

“Well, we have a date” you hiss bitterly, and get even more annoyed as he smirks a bit.

“Oh that, yeah no I can’t, I don’t have the time” he says before turning away and walking to the gym room.

“Oi, that was a bit rude” Hinata complains, but Kageyama only shakes his head.

“Shut it and let’s get to work” he states, his voice demanding obedience.

They both turn around a tiny bit, only to notice your figure fade away in the distance as you run off. A little needle of guilt stabs Kageyama’s heart softly, but he shakes it off.

“Kageyama, better go fix this” Hinata says, worry painted all across his face. “She looked pretty upset to me”

“Stop being nosy, it’s my relationship” he dismisses coldly, but Shouyou doesn’t seem to move from where he’s standing.

“Tobio, no. The tournament isn’t even here for another two months. Hell, we don’t even have practice today! We’re just practicing on our own!”

“Yeah, and you always insist on doing that. Stop being so sensitive today”

But Hinata doesn’t back down.

“Fine then, just don’t whine to me when she breaks up with you. Because she will, eventually, if you keep being a dick to her. Do you even love her?”

“Of course I do, you idiot!” Kageyama shouts, realizing what his friend is saying. He can’t bare the thought of you breaking up with him. Would you really do that? Would you leave him alone?

“Then go, and fix this, before we’ll al have to deal with your broken heart” the redhead adds, before grabbing his coat and walking towards the entrance. Kageyama is left in shock as he takes out his phone and tries to call you, but you don’t pick up.

Every time you don’t respond, Hinata’s voice keep getting louder in his head. You’ll break up with him. He doesn’t want that, he doesn’t know what he’d do.

He eventually runs out of the building, searching for you with his eyes. After a dozen missed calls, he finds your small figure in the distance, and runs up to you.

Even though his heart rages with emotion, he can’t seem to be able to tap your shoulder, and he doesn’t know whether he’ll find it in himself to apologize. Pride, and all that.

He finally does it, and you turn around, for him to see your puffy eyes and wet cheeks. Oh shit, he didn’t think he’d make you cry. What does one do in a situation like this?

“Follow me” he says, grabbing your hand. He doesn’t find the right words to apologize, so he just decides to take you on the best date he can think of.

“No” you answer, staying in place. “Why would I?”

“Because we’re going on a date”

“What makes you think I still want to go with you?” you ask, but the proud manner of your voice disappears as it cracks and tears form under your eyelids again.

What also cracks, is that poor, inexperienced heart of his.

“Please” he says “Please, let me take you out on a date you deserve”

Then he bows, slightly, and you find that scene both amusing and a bit uncomfortable.

You chuckle.

“Then say you’re sorry.”

He looks up at you with disbelief. Oh how petty, but he deserves that. He deserves to do what he’s not so good at, if he wants to show you he cares.

“I, uhm, I sincerely apologize for making you cry. I acted like an asshole” he says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“How formal” you laugh, walking up to him and grabbing his hand. “Fine then, but better suprise me, Kageyama Tobio”

“You got it” he smiles.

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sovonight · 2 years

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Before finding out that Bao-Dur knows Cela's name:

Atton: (sighs wistfully) And I don’t even know her name... Bao-Dur: She's right there. You can just ask Atton: She won't think I'm cool if I just ask Bao-Dur: Sounds like you have nothing to lose then

After finding out that Bao-Dur knows Cela’s name:

Atton: Come on, as a favor to me? (Bao-Dur looks him in the eyes, sighs) Bao-Dur: After all this time, you still can’t ask her? Atton: ... Atton: Fine, she... Atton, reluctantly spilling a dark secret: She told me once but there was too much noise to make it out. Bao-Dur: What? Atton: And I'm the one who went, "What's your name, by the way?" And I pretended to hear her and it's been so long now that I'll just look like an asshole if I come clean now! Bao-Dur: I don't see how you're treating this like it could be worse than the fight the two of you had on Nar Shaddaa. Atton: It is, it's saying that I went through that with her and I still didn't have the guts to bring up that I didn’t catch her damn name!! Bao-Dur: (sighs) Fine. It's Cela. Atton: Cela? Bao-Dur: Cela Pace. There, you can practice swapping your last name for hers now. Atton, somewhat dreamily: Pace... not bad as far as surnames go, huh? And Cela... Cela: Yes? Atton: Wh—Jedi! I mean—Exile! I mean—Cela— Cela: I didn't mean to surprise you, I'm just borrowing a spanner. Atton: Oh. Yeah, sure. There's plenty. Bao-Dur: There's one. The other one fell down those grates again, in the engine room. Cela: I see—I'll retrieve that one, then. Atton: Need any help? Cela: Not really, but I'd appreciate your company. (Hesitates only a second before adding:) ...Angel. (Atton splutters, even Bao-Dur drops a wrench, and Cela blushes but holds fast) Cela, explaining: You saved me on Peragus, too. Or would you prefer to be called something different? Atton: No, I'm good—I mean, it's fine—I mean, what about— Cela, blushing harder: Handsome? (They are both extremely red. Atton has lost all words.) Bao-Dur, reminding them: Spanner. Cela, recognizing the save: Yes! Right. Cela drifts in the direction of the engine room with a distracted blush. Atton goes with her. Atton: Cela? Cela: Yes? Atton: Just Atton's fine. Cela, perceiving that as a subtle rejection: Alright. I'll remember. Atton: Not that the other names weren't appreciated. Maybe just, uh, when it’s just us. (She smiles at him, and he catches it before quickly looking away. She turns back to the grates.) Cela: For me, I'd... be glad to keep hearing my name. Cela: I'm a Jedi and an Exile to too many people, and myself to too few. When I heard my name from you, well... Cela: I'm glad to be myself with you. (Atton suddenly feels ridiculous for not simply asking her sooner.) Cela: Ah! I've got it. (She's floated the spanner up carefully through the grates. He knows the complex maze of pipes and wires below are hell to navigate, and can only imagine at the precise handling she had to have, to have barely made a sound as she retrieved it. Such control, and she can't even keep her voice level when she calls him handsome—but he likes that.)

#the 'fight' on nar shaddaa was atton coming clean abt his past--like it just came off to everyone else as though #atton was an idiot and said/did the wrong thing and cela was ignoring him as a result #mira joining the crew late but having observed enough to know this tense dynamic is abnormal: just apologize to her already #atton: what?? for what? | mira: whatever you said to her! don't you two get along better than this?#atton looking off into the distance broodingly: yeah... i don't think things'll ever be the same again #mira who still thinks he's being overdramatic over a lover's tiff: oh my god #atton and cela are back to a better normal a week later and atton's clearly cheerier & lighter like a weight's off his shoulders #and mira's still looking at him like 'typical loverboy rly thought a single fight's the end of the galaxy'#hmm. just now realizing that these tags are better than the content. too late tho

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heyheyloki · 4 years

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First Year Feels

Summary: Tsukishima can’t help but notice his attraction to Ushijima’s younger brother.

Tsukishima x M!Reader

Requested? Yes.

Word Count: 3251

“Huh?” You muttered, the book you were reading coming onto your chest as you made eye-contact with your older brother. “You want me to come to the training camp? Why?”

Your brother remained quiet for a moment. “The others want you there.”

“Others?” You cocked a brow up. “You mean Tendo?”

“Yeah.” Wakatoshi bluntly put. “But I thought you could help too.”

“Help?” You questioned. “How so?”

“Bring the team’s spirits up.” He replied, the words making a soft smile stretch across your lips.

“Sure thing.” You hummed as you went back to your book. “I might be a bit late though.”

You were luck that you said that yesterday because you were, indeed, late to show up when your brother told you too. It wasn’t your fault that your body required a few more hours of sleep.

Unlike your older brother by only a year, you didn’t play volleyball. You liked the sport, you loved it. You just had no intention to play it like Wakatoshi. Since you went to the same school as your brother thanks to passing the entrance exam, you helped out his team whenever you could. At first, they all thought your brother and you were close friends so it came as a shock to them all when they found out you two were related. Sure, you shared the same surname, but you looked quite different.

You were a bit shorter than your brother, maybe by a few inched. You didn’t really know, you haven’t checked in a while. You also had a completely different personality from him. It was like he was a calm, stoic and cool guy while you were a complete snotty brat at times. Perhaps it was cause you were the younger one, hence the youngest in the family, but you didn’t think to hard on it. It helped you get along with a lot of amazing people, especially on your brother’s team, so you didn’t complain much. Though, a lot of people found the difference slightly disturbing at times.

You let out a few deep breaths to catch your breath before sliding open to door to the gym, all eyes immediately locking onto you as you entered with a plain white tee under a Shiratorizawa jersey. Even though you weren’t part of the team, the guys on your brother’s team got you one for your birthday last year to wear at times like these.

“Ah, [Name]’s here.” Wakatoshi muttered to himself, watching as Tendo ran up to you with wide arms.

“[Name]!” He shouted before embracing his favorite Ushijima brother. “Did you come to cheer lil ol’ me on? Well, did ya?”

You let out a soft chuckle as your rolled your eyes. You patted your hand on Tendo’s back to tell him to let you go already as you sarcastically stated, “Yes, Tendo, you and only you.”

“Would it kill ya to make it sound genuine?” Tendo whined as he removed himself from you, but kept an arm around your shoulders.

“I will when I mean it.” You cracked a smile as you watched the red-heads face turn into a scowl. It didn’t take long for the others to huddle around you. They smothered you with friendly-love and thanks for coming to support them. To give them some spirit as they played, even if it wasn’t an official match.

Though, Wakatoshi never greeted you like the others, instead his eyes somehow traveled to a first year, one first year he knew. He didn’t know him well, after all, all they played was one game against each other. Though, it was the game that cost Wakatoshi nationals. Along the sea of souls that all stared at his younger brother, he saw a pair of eyes that were different from the others. It was more direct, more searching than the others. Tsukishima Kei, a middle blocker on Karasuno’s volleyball team.

It wasn’t the first time Wakatoshi had seen that look thrown at his brother before, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. But, even with his calm and cool personality, there was no way in hell he’d ever let a guy like him made a move on his younger brother.

After greeting everyone and introducing yourself to the unknown people that came to this camp, you sat next to your brother’s couch and watched the practice match go underway.

You would always have your eyes on your brother, and from time to time maybe Tendo or Goshiki. After all, they were very interesting players to watch on the court. You never really payed attention to the other time, like, at all. Perhaps, though, there is a first for everything.

For some reason beyond you, you couldn’t take your eyes off of a certain blond, but then again he was playing harder than anyone else on the court. Which, didn’t come as a surprise to you since remembered him from the Spring Nationals. He was a middle blocker, the middle blocker that completely made your brother start to sweat during a game. You couldn’t remember his name, sadly, but in a way it sorta made it better. In your mind, the first thing that popped in your head was a way to talk to him. An excuse by asking for his name and then rolling with conversation from there.

It wasn’t much of a surprise to you when Shiratorizawa won against the camp kids, but it was a surprise to see a little ginger haired kid running around to clean and pack the volleyballs up. You knew him as well, he was also on Karasuno, though, you thought with his abilities he would be playing instead of cleaning up. It didn’t take long for you to decide to walk over to him. It wasn’t like you had much to do anyway, plus, it would be better to learn about the blond from a team member.

Hinata kept his eyes locked on a stray ball in front of him, his main focus to grab it and put it away. That focus making him miss the very obvious male walking towards him until an unknown hand gripped the ball with a single hand. The ginger looked up with slightly parted lips, studying the male in front of him. He saw him earlier this morning and thought he was a new recruit, a first-year like him, for Shiratorizawa.

“Want some help?” You asked with a friendly smile, watching as the shorty in front of you looked almost cautious of you for a second. Though, you knew that would happen.

“Why?” He questioned.

You shrugged. “Look like you need it. Plus, it beats listening to Tendo talk crazy.”

“But you’re on Shiratorizawa, no?”

You shook your head. “I go to the school, but I’m not in the Volleyball club.”

Hinta cocked up a brow, his head leaning in with suspicion. “Then why are you wearing their jersey?”

“Cause my older brother is on the team.” You hummed without a care as you began to walk away.

Hinata was close on your tail as he bombarded you with questions about your brother. When you told him who it was, he definitely freaked out. He was truly clueless. As the two of you chatted and cleaned up the gym, you got to know him as Shoyo Hinata while you greeted him as [Name] Ushijima. You had this idea that the two of you would chat for a bit longer, but sadly, today wouldn’t be that day.

You turned your attention to your brother when his deep pitched voice called your name and said that dinner was being given out now.

“Sorry, I have to go.” You said kindly to the shorter male. “I’ll help you out tomorrow too, if you don’t mind.”

“No! Of course not!” He yelled with a wide, bright smile that made a soft one magically appear on yours. Honestly, you just wanted info on the blond from before, but Hinata seemed like a pretty cool guy in your book, so you thought it would be nice to hang with him to kill your boredom.

“Cool,” you hummed. “See ya!”

You watched Hinata waved you off from the corners of your eyes as you jogged up to your brother. When you reached him, he stood still for a moment, eyes locked inside the gym before turning to you with a gentle, yet small smile.

“You enjoying yourself?” Your brother asked as you two began to walk, following the scent of well-made tasty food that filled the chilly night air.

“Yeah, it’s not as bad as I thought it was gonna be.” You replied with a smile, your hands digging in your pockets. For some reason, your mind began to bug you at the worst times. In the back of your mind, you wanted to see if your brother knew the blond’s name. And yet, at the same time, you knew you’d blow your chance to talk with him if you did.

When you came around to the cafeteria, everyone was mingling and eating casually with one another. It was a complete 180 in atmospheric change from the court to here. Here, everyone seemed like themselves. Though, you did notice a few missing faces. Some were still practicing, but you thought the others already went to bed after a tiring day.

You separated from Wakatoshi quickly after entering to get some food. You didn’t pay much attention to those in front of you, though, when you felt a presence suddenly come from behind, you moved your head around curiously. You thought maybe you could bring up some conversation with the person, maybe make a friend if you didn’t know them already. What you didn’t expect for the person to the blond you were eyeing on the court. Seriously, sometimes you had the worst luck.

“Oh, it’s you.” You hummed out without thought, your fingers twitching subtly when you noticed the words leaving your lips. Though, the damage was already done and now, in that moment, you had the full attention of one of Karasuno’s middle blockers.

“Huh?” He mouthed. His eyes having to move down a tad to make eye-contact with you. “Oh, Shiratorizawa, right?”

You nodded. “I’m not on the team though, I’m only here to support my brother, really.”

You didn’t know why you said that. It just came out like word vomit. Honestly, you just didn’t want him to think of you as a enemy in a way. Or perhaps even that was a stretch.

“Brother?” He asked curiously.

You nodded once more before turning your gaze over to Wakatoshi who was, thankfully, distracted by Tendo’s ramblings. “Wakatoshi Ushijima.”

“Seriously?” You heard the blond ask to himself in a deflated tone. It was kinda funny in it’s own way, but you didn’t want to come off as rude, so you were quick to swallow that chuckle.

“I’m [Name] Ushijima, second-year at Shiratorizawa Academy.” You said with a friendly smile. “How about you?”

The blond went silent for a moment, his eyes almost searching you without a care in the world if you saw or not. It was addicting in it’s own way, but it also made you nervous to your very core. You never notice people looking at you like this, and the ones that do are too scared of your brother to even try it face to face with you. So, when you noticed his eyes wonder all over you as if he was scanning a favorite food item over and over, you gulped hard.

“Kei Tsukishima.” He replied. “Karasuno High, first-year.”

The camp lasted a total of five days, and it was easy to say that coming here was either a blessing or a curse thrown at you by the gods. You weren’t sure which one it was yet, but you were leaning towards either one throughout the day. You helped out Hinata the next day like you promised, but sadly you wouldn’t be able to do that anymore thanks to Shiratorizawa’s couch putting you on the medic duty. Basically wrapping up fingers if they began to hurt, help the irritation marks along their forearms or palms of their hands if the players hit it too hard, and bandage any scraps players might get. It wasn’t like they had any other choice since you were the only one available, but that quickly turned into a dreadfully wrong choice.

Players left and right, mostly players from Shiratorizawa, came to you for the most minor and basic things. Even if something didn’t hurt they’d ask for you to check them since you’d basically have to do a psychical exam. You could tell something was off with your brothers team, but when it came to the minds of the other players from all over, you were clueless to their intent.

Tsukishima knew that and immediately took the chance that was basically begging him to take it. When it was time to block, he made sure that you at least saw the ball hit his fingers. After that and the ball landed back in his opponents court, he held onto his finger to give off the act before walking over to you. You jested Tsukishima to sit down on the bench that you previously occupied, standing in front of him.

“Just your fingers?” You asked kindly as you got out some white tape.

“Yeah.” He simple put, his eyes watching your hands attentively.

You didn’t wrap the tape around first, instead you began to feel his ‘injured’ hand up. You squeezed each of his fingers and checked for a response, you noticed it didn’t hurt too bad but you didn’t want to take the chance. It’s best not to have a broke finger. Next, you used your thumbs to snuff out the tension in his palms, you did both even if you didn’t need to. It was only after that you put the tape on his ring and middle fingers.

While you were solely focused on him, you missed your brother’s cold hard start that was aimed right between Tsukishima’s eyes. It didn’t take long for the blond to notice, and when he did, he just gave a cocky smirk in Wakatoshi’s direction before going back to watching you.

“Huh?” You asked your brother with a confused look. It was finally the end of the second day of camp, and as soon as Wakatoshi got the chance he came up to you with bizarre statements. “What are you talking about? Tsukishima and I literally just met.”

Your brother stared you down. “Just because you just met him doesn’t mean he can’t find you attractive.”

“I think you’re overrating.” You hummed out as you cleaned up all the used medical supplies from today.

“If you don’t believe me then the next time he asks you to wrap his fingers up, make sure they actually hurt first.” Wakatoshi suddenly suggested.

You sighed, ignoring him for a moment as you tried to give yourself peace of mind with some quiet noise. Though, that didn’t last long when a loud smack was heard. You knew it well and already could tell multiple people were practicing after hours based on the number of squeaking shoes.

“Look, I gotta make sure these guys don’t hurt themselves so you should go eat.” You said in a flat, disinterested tone. “I’m not ten anymore, Waka. I can handle myself without you.”

Wakatoshi stared down at you for a moment, his eyes closing themself off from your analytical mind. “Fine.”

You watched your brother walk off and out the gym, the moment you lose sight of him is when you let out a breath that had been stuck in your lungs. You wasted no time to take your seat back on the bench and watch some of the boys practice.

Your eyes were half-lidded with something unknown to you as you kept your gaze entirely locked on Tsukishima. There was just something about him to you that made you want watch him for all of eternity. It wasn’t like you haven’t felt attraction towards someone before, but this one was odd, after all, it was as if something wouldn’t let you look at anyone else, consider anyone else. Not that you would want to date him, no, of course not. It was just, you felt like you wanted to keep him as close to you as humanly possible.

You leaned your head into the palm of your hand, your elbow planted on your thigh as you watched the practice match. You watched as a set was beginning to get underway. Your hues followed the ball as it got closer and closer to the wing spiker before moving your sight solely on Tsukishima and see him block. Now that you think about it, he really was tall. Not that it mattered to you, but a simple observation. Kinda like the observation that when he jumps his shirt rides up just enough to get the idea that he has a solid build for such a skinny guy.

“Hello?” A voice called out to you.

It effectively pulled you from your daydreams, your gaze moving up slightly to aimlessly stare at the tall blond in front of you. “Oh, hi.”

His face turned into a small scowl before turning his sight away from you and moved his hand forward. “I just need some more tape.”

“Sure,” you replied with a smile. You took some tape from the kit before standing up. You didn’t speak for a bit as you removed the older tape from his fingers, but you swear you could feel his eyes dig holes in your head.

“Yanno,” you hummed out. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again, you thought. So, you just spit out what was on your mind as you calmly stated, “You should tuck your shirt in your pants.”

“Huh?” You heard Tsukishima ask. It was clear to you he didn’t quite get it. “Why?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. You thought this guy was smart, but you supposed that only applied to school. “It could save you a few unwanted eyes.”

Once that sentence left your mouth, he shut up. The only sound you could hear from him was his subtle breathing. You smiled softly to yourself, the unknown creeping into your mind. It was fine to you if you just ruined a potential friendship or if he found the way you shamelessly flirted with him gross, in your mind, it was risk that had to be taken.

“Alright, you’re all good.” You said as you placed the tape back down by the other supplies. When you gazed back up at Tsukishima, you noticed him taking off his team jacket. Curiosity took over making your head go on a slight tilt before saying, “Whatcha doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m taking the advise.” He confessed before effortlessly wrapping his jacket around your shoulders. It was a bit bigger, but not by much.

You moved your hand up to grab the side of his jacket, slipping your arms into it without protest. When you looked back at him, his sight was already glued to you.

“Am I holding onto this for you?” You asked with a soft, teasing smirk.

“Yeah, why else would I give it to you?” He questioned with a look that mirrored yours. While both of you had an inkling of why, you thought it would be better to keep the other guessing. It made for a fun game that just began, a mutual game of pining.

“No clue.” You chuckled. “Try not to hurt your fingers again, Tsukki.”

You watched as the taller male turned around and jog back onto the court. Though, while you watched him, you couldn’t help but notice the tip of his ears colored with an easy shade of pink.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #kei tsukishima #kei tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x male reader #tsukishima imagine #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu hcs #kei tsukishima x male reader

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puzzlefamily · 2 years

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Whoops time for plot and I’m not at my tablet so here’s some headcannons for the AU instead

Yugi and Atem did not endorse the nickname Prince of Games for Judai, they believed it put too much expectation on their son. Unfortunately, it’s difficult to quell when he’s Yugi Muto’s kid.

Pegasus only made one Yubel card, and he made it on a whim(not knowing the significance) to give to Judai. He put it in Yugi and Atem’s hands for the decision of when Judai would recieve the card.

Yubel is still the same spirit from Judai’s past life, and survived where he didn’t, which drove them to protect him fiercely to the point of obsession leading up to his sending them into space.

After they joined souls, Yubel’s madness was quelled and they finally understood how toxic and abusive they’d been, and began the process of becoming a better person.(gonna eventually make this one a comic series to give Yubel a more in-depth character development and give them and Judai development on their relationship)

Judai hates letting others see him showing ‘weakness’ as he calls it, believing he shouldn’t put his pain on the shoulders of others.

Of course, he can’t keep it in all the time, so every now and again he holes up in his room and just lays in the dark alone. That is, until his friends find out what’s going on and do what they can to help him.(another future comic project, so details are gonna be kept hush for now)

Judai still believes that he is entirely at fault for his friends being sacrificed by Bronn, and has even twisted his memory to believe that he willingly attacked knowing what would happen.

Johan is uncomfortable around Yubel for a while after returning from the dark world, and eventually sits down and talks with them about what happened.

Judai developed a crush on Johan over the course of their time together. He tries to hide it but goddammit he is just a clumsy mess around Johan unless they have to be serious about a situation.

Johan is either completely oblivious and becomes the concerned friend asking if he’s okay, or is absolutely aware of it and patiently waiting for Judai to be ready to confess.

Judai’s friends are painfully aware of it, and either try to encourage him outright, or just be subtly like “he’s a pretty cool guy, huh? *Hint hint nudge nudge*”(i have scenarios for both of these options and I cannot wait to draw them)

Judai did in fact enroll under the surname Yuki instead of Muto, partially because he didn’t want the pressure and special treatment, partially because even though his memory of Yubel is repressed he remembers good and well the rumors and bullying about him being cursed when he was little.

When Sho Hayato and Asuka find out he braces himself for them to mention the rumors, but they never get said. Turns out the three of them have heard, but respect and trust Judai and as such do not bring it up.

Edo knows too but doesn’t say anything to anyone other than Judai’s friends cause while he didn’t like or respect Judai at first he’s not gonna be a bully and cause those rumors to start going around again.

When Cobra shows up and calls for an exhibition match between Johan and Judai, he just disregards the poor kid’s wishes and outs him fully as a Muto, saying that “he should feel proud of his lineage, unless he has something to be ashamed of”

Well, now Judai’s gone nonverbal and he can hear students around him whispering about the rumors surrounding the Prince of Games and he just starts preparing himself to make an escape.

That is until Manjome pipes up all “who cares if he’s a Muto? He’s already shown his worth without needing to lean on a name” and his friends join in in defending him, and soon enough all his classmates are agreeing because they all look up to and respect Judai and that opinion’s not gonna change

Judai’s got the fuzzies and is getting all emotional cause he loves his friends, and gets his confidence back for the duel

Fast forward to them getting pulled into the other dimension, a few days into it some of the hungry students start calling back to the rumors, and even though he knows they’re just hungry and scared he still starts to feel some guilt creeping in

After Yubel is revealed and all but Johan returns to the real world, Judai’s guilt from his childhood comes back in full force, and combined with Sato and Cobra’s words he’s now just trying to put all of what Yubel’s done and is doing on his shoulders

Mistakes are made, his friends are lost, and Sho, the one person who’s always been there by his side, his little brother in spirit, snaps and says that all the rumors are true, and Judai is just. Broken.

After everything is resolved and Judai returns from the other dimension, Sho starts apologizing profusely and Judai just. Hugs him and forgives him because they all went through hell back there.

#headcannons #judai yuki #the prince of games || judai #yugioh #yugioh gx #puzzle family au

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sillydg · 3 years

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Unexpected partners in crime

Book: Open Heart, book 2 (Chapter 8, baseball game.)

Ratings : 18+

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Elisabeth Sarah Hughes (Liz))

Word count: 1700

Summary: During the break of the baseball game, Liz decides it’s time to play a bit dirty and teams up with Tobias while doing so.

A/N: I always loved this scene! But i thought it was missing something. I love the dynamics between Tobias and Liz (My MC) and I hope I did it some justice.

A/N: I'm sorry in advantage for my dirty mind! You will probably see it in al my writings.

A/N: First time ever sharing some fanfiction with the world, so super nervous and if you might read this. Thank you! Thank You! Thank you! You're the best and please share your thoughts.

A/N: So English is NOT my first language. I did the best I could do and used some grammar programs. So forgive me. I’m still learning! Please feedback is always welcome!

A/N: Special thanks to @jerzwriter who inspired me to start writing again. Thanks for all the tips and for being patient with answering my many questions and weird thoughts. Thank you for being such an amazing writer. You are such an inspiration and such a warm soul.

A/N: Please keep in mind that Ethan and Liz know each other's likes and dislikes. Neither of them feels obligated or is afraid to speak his/her mind.

Warnings for this short: Some dirty words, flirting with implied sexual motivations, it gets just a bit rough at the end, a bit implied smut, (Please, if I forget a warning, please do warn me! I’m not really familiar with all the terms yet). Do not read this if you’re under 18.

A/N: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pixelberry.

Unexpected partners in crime.

The Umpire blows her whistle. “Well time for a break, everyone! We’ll start again in thirty minutes.”

Elisabeth walks towards the coolers, stalled out at the edge of the field. They are filled with some cold beers and bottles of water. Even though she definitely could use a cold one right now, she decides to play it safe.

She grabs a bottle of water and gulps it down, before grabbing seconds. Opening her bottle she sits down onto one of the benches in the dug-out and relaxes a bit.

She let her gaze drift over the field and thought about how happy she was that she was able to practice a little bit last night with the guys, because, damn she just pitched the shit out of Kenmore.

Her gaze drifts off to Ethan, who is talking to Naveen and she feels a pang in her chest. The fact that he was here to play, just because she asked, gave her heart a sparkle of hope. She sighs. Maybe she was reading into it too much, though.

“Keeping your head in the game, huh? I can get behind that.”

Elisabeth snaps out of her thoughts and looks straight into the eyes of Tobias.

“Huh, what?”

Tobias bumps his waterbottle into hers. ‘Cheers, dear. So, may I sit down, Liz? Or should I leave you and you’re thoughts alone?”

She starts to chuckle “Since when do you need my permission to do anything, Carrick?”

He moves his hand to his heart. “Ooh, just my last name. That stings a little. So severe.”

“Well, I’m not making the mistake of getting cocky or sloppy around you again, Carrick. So you’re surname and water it is.”

“Well, then it is a good thing that I’m open for suggestions when it comes to other mistakes you could make around me. Or with me. Or under me. Or..”

Liz lets out a snort. “I get the idea, Carrick. Wasn’t that position already filled in by June, anyway?”

A surprising look appears on Tobias's face. “She told you about that?”

Liz shrugs casually. “Nah, I suspected it. But it's good to know that my observant skills are spot on as usual. Which means you need to up you’re game if you want to hide things from me, Carrick.”

And she gives his leg a playful smack.

Tobias starts to laughs; “Ouch" He rubs his hand dramatically over his leg.

"I thought this was merely a mental fight, Liz. Don't get me wrong, I love a good spank, but maybe we should do that in a more private setting next time. So, you getting psychical with me is strike two. Strike three is out.”

Liz cocks up an eyebrow and she laughs.

“Well, you know better than anyone else what happens when you reach strike three right? It was about thirty minutes ago when I heard a certain umpire say 'Three strikes, you're out', followed by a pissed-off look on that handsome face of yours. God, I kicked your ass so hard."

Tobias bounces his shoulder into hers. “Aaaaand that’s strike three, miss. Kicking a man when he is down. Damn, that’s low. Though I like the fact that you just called me handsome. I wonder what Ethan would think of that.”

Liz frowns her brow. “Ethan?” And she follows Tobias's gaze towards the field. Ethan was still talking to Naveen but was clearly distracted at the sight of them sitting together. Even from this distance, she could see the annoyance on his face.

Tobias smirks and moves his head back towards Liz “So, I guess the position of making mistakes with you, is also taken?”

Liz starts to laugh. A little bit surprised by her own reaction, she bumps her shoulder into Tobias's.

“That wasn’t an answer to my question, dear.”

“Well, maybe I’m the smart one of the two of us, Carrick. I like to play my cards close to my chest.”

Tobias starts laughing. “That might be so, dear, but I don’t think Ethan is going to be that smart when he looks all flustered like that.” He nods towards the field and she sees Ethan stomping towards them.

Liz, not sure what to do, stands up and Tobias follows her example with the biggest smirk she has ever seen. She takes a good look at him, captivated by his smile as she notices a mischief twinkle in his eyes. He leans forward and whispers in her ear. “Let’s see how far we can take this, shall we?”

Liz starts smiling. This was such a bad idea. But was it that bad though? When Ethan returned from the Amazon, he made it very clear that they could never be anything more than a boss and his employee.

But his pushing and pulling over the past few months showed otherwise. He is not fighting fair, so why should she? This could be her chance to stir things up a little. And Tobias might be just the right person to push his buttons with.

Ethan's pace was quick and firm as he was clearly not amused.

Tobias puts on a broad smile. “Ethan, how nice of you to join us.” He drapes his arm casually overLiz's shoulders. "We were just talking about you."

Ethan moves his attention directly to Liz. “Are you all right? Is this man bothering you? Because I’m happy to show him the door.”

His gaze flickers between her face and the arm of Tobias still resting on her shoulders.

Liz feels her heart pounding. Is she really going to do this?

“Actually, I think I just showed everyone, including Tobias here, that I can kick his ass very well myself. So,no need to rescue me, Dr. Ramsey.”

Tobias grins at her words. “Still ouch, Liz.”

Liz gives him a shove with her elbow.

Ethan was clearly not pleased with this little gesture of teasing and she sees his fists clenching.

Gaining some confidence, she looks him straight in the eye and bats her eyelashes innocently at him.

“Actually, Tobias and I were just talking about a position that’s going to be available very soon. And to be honest, it sounds very appealing.”

Tobias tries to keep a straight face, but it's getting harder and harder as the look on Ethan's face grows sterner with every word she says. Where has this woman been all his life?

Ethan eyes both of them suspiciously. “Right. A position? Rookie. Are you thinking about leaving Edenbrook?”

She felt a shiver running down her spine at the strict tone of his voice. She recognizes it as a clear warning. One she usually listens to. Usually.

“Well, no. It’s not the kind of position that would compromise my work at Edenbrook. It going to be easy to combine with the diagnostic team. So, as my boss, and only my boss, there is nothing to worry about.”

His brow furrowed, head-turning even more red, when the real meaning of her words downs on him.

Ethan deepens his voice. “So I see, Elisabeth, it’s going to be some late-night research. At Kenmore's.”

Tobias is still eying both oft hem. He smirks and enjoys the show. Damn, this woman got some balls.

Liz catches Ethan’s eyesand she sees his jaw tighten. He never calls her by her full first name. This was clearly his last warning.

She tries to ignore the weak feeling in her knees. It’s too late to back out now. She straightens her back and tries to answer as casually as possible.

“Well yeah, you know how these things work. It might take a few all-nighters to figure out what kind of techniques we can use for the best results, maybe some adjusting here and there. Later on, maybe extend the research a little bit to other areas. Fine-tuning is important, but it’s always exciting to experiment a bit, you know? But let's not get ahead of ourselves, right Tobias?”

She keeps ahold of Ethan's gaze. Doctor 'always calm and collected' is clearly having a hard time keeping his actual cool.

Is he jealous?

Is he seriously jealous right now?

Tobias, who also notices the struggle on Ethan’s face, decides to give the last push. He pulls Liz close and moves her face towards his with a finger. “Actually, Liz, if you got the time, I would like to discuss some terms with you. We have still twenty minutes before the game starts and I know a quiet place where we can..”

At that moment Liz feels a hand tighten around her wrist, pulling her out of the embrace of Tobias. Her eyes meet Ethans again and she can see a fire burning.

“Not going to happen,Carrick.” His voice is low and strict.

He now grabs Liz’s hand and drags her away from the duck-out.

“Ehm, Ethan?”

“You’re not listening to me, Elisabeth Sarah Hughes.”

Oh, I’m in trouble alright.

She looks back at Tobias whose smirking and sticking up his thumb.

Ethan leads her towards the clubhouse, which is practically abandoned until the game is over, and moves her towards the dressing room.

He starts to undress and even though Liz enjoys the show, she is still not sure what’s going on.

“Ethan?”

He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it in the corner.

“Uhm Ethan?”

He drops his pants onto the floor.

“Dr. Ethan Jonah Ramsey.”

Ethan freezes with his hands on his underwear, ready to take them off.

His eyes snap up and he drops his boxer. Then he turns around disappears into the shower area.

“You coming, Rookie? We only have ten minutes left and I believe I have a position to apply for. "

Liz is stunned.

What just happened?

The sound of running water breaks the silence.

Liz snaps out of her thoughts and she starts to undress.

“I hope you’ve came prepared, I’m known for my high demands.”

“Rookie. I can only show you if you get in here! And believe me. I have no intention of leaving you unsatisfied.”

Her head snaps up at his last comment.

“Coming!”

And with a smirk, she disappears into the shower.

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