#Keiko is fine she is just IN THE WAY

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Thoughts on the new Megamind movie and series

Hello friends it is Bug review time!

I have watched the new movie and show all of one time each. I'm gonna talk about what I liked, what I disliked and some thoughts on the new characters and places where there are cracks in the story to drive a roadtrain worth of fanfic through

A disclaimer before we begin, I am thirty or forty years old and I am not the target audience for this shit. I love Megamind and am a hardcore Megarox shipper and also a world building focused fiend. The original definitely had a broader age bracket appeal but this is a show aimed at something like 6-12 year olds. Therefore for better or worse they had to simplify and audience surrogate the shit out of a lot of this.

Megamind vs the Doom Syndicate

To be honest I think you could skip this and go into the new series cold. It's not a movie its a movie length pilot. It was fine and it definitely smacked of Studio Interference going "But you have to explain and set everything up!" (spoilers you don't). The Doom Syndicate is fun if very kid friendly and I'm looking forward to seeing more of them. Behemoth and Knighty Knight are my pals and Pierre Pressure and Lady Doppler are my catty bitches.

The dialogue was good but the pacing felt lopsided. It really felt like they were retreading things that happened in the original movie, especially Minion's entire arc which he just went through two days ago? They did a good job with it but still!

Stuff I loved

FAKE EVIL DATING - I wish they'd shown them actually having to pretend to evil date. But of all the things I thought I was going to get it certainly wasn't that! (So much fanfic y'all. So Much Fanfic).

All of the Doom Syndicate calling out that Megamind and Roxanne obviously have A Thing and neither of them dealing with it well.

Roxanne just casually hanging out in the Lair and also taking charge. that's my girl! Also she's a complete morosexual and she and Megamind deserve each other.

Mayor Roxanne. I didn't adore HOW they did it, I think you could tease a whole season (or an exceptional fanfic) out of Roxanne finding herself not only bored of her job but dealing with the trauma of "Every time I look at the camera I see Hal beyond it and maybe I have some issues with that" and wanting to make changes.

Megamind's Bedroom! There was a sound like a million fanfic writers crying out in glee.

Minion and Roxanne being bros!

Minion out of his suit! It was creepy yet adorable!

The Mayor being useless. When you are used to having a hero who solves every problem, why wouldn't you have a useless Mayor? (I like that he comes back in the show)

The Doom Syndicate in general. They had a good range of designs and were at their most fun when bickering together.

Mr Cuddly Snuggles.

Stuff I didn't love

It felt like a retread of a lot of things that happened in the original movie. Which it has been 14 years so fair, but also if you're going to set something two days after the events of the movie, why make it a photocopy of the original?

Everything that Keiko was doing in the movie that could or would have been done by Roxanne if we were still going via the original characterisation (Roxanne broke into an entire villain's lair right after Megamind took over the city but Keiko's the one with the bat???).

Megamind just spent a whole movie going on about how he didn't share the spotlight and it caused a rift with his oldest friend (again) but sure, we couldn't do this without you small child we just met an hour ago. Its pure audience surrogate and YoU CAn'T bE mEaN to CHiLdrEn! but it makes the pacing feel even more lopsided that this can be so rushed when the whole Minion thing (and not even touching on the whole Bernard issue) got all the attenion and sure we'll just shove this in as well.

(This is the part where I admit parentification of characters is a MASSIVE squick for me and anytime I read about people wanting to make Megamind and Roxanne Keiko's new parents it makes me want to throw up in my mouth.)

Also Exposition voicing the "I was bad but you showed me I didn't have to be" is sooooo not for me. One thing the original movie was extremely clever about was showing how privilege and wealth played a part in Megamind and Metro Man's eventual roles. Megamind wasn't just a bad guy, he was raised in a prison, totally othered, looked different to everyone else on the planet and sent to the naughty corner even when he tried to do things right. While Metro Man was a white western male fantasy who landed in the lap of luxury and even his bunker is a monument to himself.

This was totally discarded for the new movie and I think its the poorer for it, simply because it was such a SMART and SUBTLE thing that is actually relevant.

Again, for kids. Not aimed at me. But I still think it does a disservice to kids not addressing that whole very important aspect.

End result: It's been 14 years since we got any content and I will take it for what it is, a movie length pilot of Baby's First Megamind for a superior tv show. An opportunity for a thousand gifsets and Roxanne running somebody over with a firetruck. If you're watching to get something out of it you probably will. I will be writing 12394393487 fanfics about Megamind and Roxanne actually having to prove they are dating to the Doom Syndicate.

Megamind Rules

Definitely better quality than the movie (I'm not going to talk about the animation etc because frankly the answer should always be pay your animators better and give them more time).

LOVED Megamind just breaking into Roxanne's office. Nice to seee some things never change. LOVED the Bodyswap episode (again, so much fanfic). LOVE LOVE LOVED Megamind and Roxanne laying on the kitchen floor together. We did not get enough scenes of them alone together.

LOVED Christina Christo, tired adults just trying to get their jobs done is my JAM and CREAM and SCONES and I love her (also why I loved Roxanne in the original). Loved her and Minion hanging out in episode 5. They need to be buddies more.

LOVED Roxanne wanting metal tickets for Megamind, everything about them having a shared history and interests filled my heart with glee.

LOVED the shot of Roxanne aiming the degun, Mucho sexy.

Loved Roxanne and Lady Doppler havign a history. How come we got more about tha than we did Megamind and Roxanne?

LOVED Megamind and Roxanne bonding over old kidnappings.

Ep 3 was heaps of fun. Doctor Doughnut was silly yet joyful. and I appreciate the Go Fish gang appreciation of his evil laugh.

The move from news reporting to streaming is actually a reasonable thing to happen, but I wish they'd delved into it better from Roxanne's side of what the shift away from traditional reporting and media meant for her. Social media and news have changed A LOT since the original movie. Again its one of those rich seams that fanfic exists to delve into.

LOVED the cockroach episode, but a missed opportunity for YOU RAISED A CHILD (TWO CHILDREN!) IN JAIL HOW ABOUT WE EXPLORE THAT A LITTLE MAYBE??

I guess we just...have a giant Minion in the lake now?

LOVED the Doom Syndicate just hanging out. Lady Doppler is me, sitting on a bench drinking tea.

The cliffhanger is a cliffhanger because they wanted a cliffhanger. But so help me if Roxanne isn't working from the inside in the next 8 episodes I will riot.

Characters

Megamind. Learning to be a person is right. Every time he got to be one on one with another character he became more himself. Every time he was one on one with Roxanne I was riveted.

Roxanne. My girl! They sidelined the shit out of her in this series! Sure she went off and got herself top job (Megamind and Minion calling her "Your majesty" was for me specifically) but so much of what made her a fun character in the movie (complete lack of fear in the face of villainy, her banter with Megamind, her willingness to just break into a villain's secret lair to find shit out got pushed onto Keiko and it left Roxanne with nothing to do. I don't know what they're planning for the future but I could see Christina taking over as Mayor eventually and Roxanne joining the crime fighting crew.

I HATED every time they called her Roxie, that was set up as an unwelcome nickname in the movie so I don't know why they backflipped on it here. HOWEVER I am prepared to accept it on the basis it made Megamind saying "Roxanne" in episode 8 that much more impactful (though they still could have used Miss Ritchi).

Keiko. I love Keiko as a character? But I hate her role in the show. She's the audience surrogate and the "Kid Relatable" for the kids to latch onto and they had her Exposition Voice in the DS movie what was actually much more cleverly crafted and characterised in the original movie. As a person she's cool and I like having her in the show I just wish it wasn't at the expense of Roxanne. They could have kept her as streaming socials girl and still left the investigation/danger to Roxanne and it would also have meant more time to explore what the Megarox relationship could be building towards/developing from.

I cringed all the way through Keiko dealing with the Doom Syndicate because it was telegraphed from a mile away such a tropey Kid Approved plot. I LOATHE making the tension about characters who have fucked up needing to admit they fucked up when its way more impactful to have them fess up immediately and put all the tension into how to solve the problem.

Machiavillain. He looks like a cunty Barbie villain and I love that for him. I assume we have to be getting the other 8 episodes at SOME point because otherwise that's a lot of Adam Lambert for not a lot of payoff.

Minion/Chum. ALSO learning to be a person and I have always had a soft spot for him. Showing that he has about as much sense as Megamind is a delight.

Christina Christo. I love her and I love that she and Megamind are constantly arguing for Roxanne's affection. Probably my favourite new addition.

End result: It's very Studio Approved For Kids! Enjoyed the show a lot more than the movie length pilot. Needs more Roxanne. Needs 10000 more game nights with Minion's electroshock orgasm ball.

Megamind was and is a PARODY of the superhero genre, break more rules! Don't just plod through the studio approved plot points! Having the original movie be all adults was actually really refreshing because you could get a lot more out of subtle shit without having to spell it out. One of my biggest peeves and the cause of a lot of fanfic is why is shoving Megamind into the hero role any better than shoving him into the villain role? Let him go be a mad inventor without having to save the city! Let him be a crime fighting villain!

And finally, so help me if Roxanne isn't front and centre beside Megamind where she belongs in the next season I will start biting.

FUTURE FANFIC I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO READING/WRITING

All of the evil fake dating. Make them have to fooool the Doom Syndicate. Make Roxanne need to stay over. make it only one bed. Make kisses with Megamind where they haven't even talked about the Bernard thing yet and they are both so messed up about it. (Fun fact! I wrote a fic with this premise way back before the show was even announced.

We're still fooling the Doom Syndicate and oh no they want to help plan the wedding.

We're still fooling the Doom Syndicate and oh no now we're actually getting married.

Roxanne actually dealing with her issues after the movie and why and how she goes into campaigning for Mayor.

Megamind and Roxanne breaking in the mayoral office (obviously).

Filthy sexy bodyswap shenanigans

How did Roxanne figure out Megamind's ticklish spots?

10 thousand character driven Roxanne hanging in the Lair moments

10 thousand Megamind hanging on the couch in Roxanne's office moments

A highly charged Roxanne and Lady Doppler bitter evil exes interaction (just for you @ejga-ostja)

Doom Syndicate shared public workspace office. Or just some random person going in to use the printer and constantly getting dragged into lackeying for them.

Metro City Meme War

An actual introspection on the move away from traditional news media and how it impacts Roxanne's decision to seek a new career.

Christina and Roxanne eat doughnuts and bitch about municipal planning

A Christina POV watching Megamind and Roxanne flirt/have awkward moments/dance around the Thing via a crack in the office door

A Christina and some other person in city hall epsitolary fic told via emails reporting on Megarox developments to the person running the pool and slowly getting more invested in these morosexuals getting together.

Megamind coming to find Roxanne for game night and finding her sacked out on the couch because being Mayor is HARD and napping on the floor beside her because being a hero is hard too

An absolute fuckton of hypnosis kink

Roxanne using her mayoral powers to address the fact that Megamind and Minion were raised in a prison and NOT ON MY WATCH THERE WILL BE REPERCUSSIONS AND WE ARE GONNA ADDRESS SOME SHIT

#Megamind #Megamind rules #megamind vs the doom syndicate #bug thoughts #someone save my girl she doesn't deserve to be sidelined for a kid character #Keiko is fine she is just IN THE WAY #shoo child the adults need to have nasty sex on the control desk

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im not even done my current kuwameshi fic and im already getting ideas about new ones...

#kuwameshi #give me a sec i'll reblog later with the actual idea but like #WHAT IF UM KUWAMESHI BUT UM. PRINCESS BRIDE AU... #i also have another song fic idea but it's way sillier than the one i have on ao3 #based off you me and steve by garfunkel and oates #i got the idea cos i just remembered when yusuke got back from training with genkai the 1st time and instead of a 1 on 1 date with keiko #kuwabara is also? there? and it's just so funny to me like what. and then they're supposed to all 3 go to the movies together? #AND WHEN THEY GET THERE THE 2 BOYS DITCH KEIKO?? for a mission yeah but she doesn't know that!! #and then yusuke and keiko actually go on a date alone and it gets interrupted cos of younger toguro #and shortly after kuwabara shows up so it looks like he was bound to come across them?? #as far as a i remember the next time yu and keiko get together alone is the day he tells her to just wait and she's like im literally #not gonna wait for you <3 and it was so funny she just walked off lmaoo #anyway im trying to say i wanna make a silly little fic addressing the fact that keiko is like. pursuing her crush on yusuke #but kuwabara is kinda just. always there and it's fun she does like him but it's just awkward #planning on having her ask kuwa to maybe give her and yusuke some time alone like maybe just avoid their next outing #and kuwa is like oh damn :( ok good luck and yusuke shows up to the date and he's like woah wait. where tf is kuwabara? #keiko is like bruh. and she makes up some shit about him mentioning that he felt sick or wtv and yusuke is like ''then y are we here? #i should check on him. i dont think that guy has even been put outta commission by anything but my fist!'' and keiko just follows him #cos what else can she do. and kuwa is fine ofc and yusuke is like bro what gives i thought you were sick and kuwa is dense sometimes but he #catches on from keiko's desperate look and he's like well i got better *flexes his arm* and yu is like i knew you were too dumb to catch #a cold. and he's stupid happy that kuwa is fine and can come with them after all ''hey he's fine ya hear that keiko'' #and then keiko is watching this whole exchange eyes blown wide open and she's like actually i just remembered i have plans #you two should totally go without me tho and yu agrees so easily that it just solidifies that she made the right call #kuwa is looking back at her all confused and she gives HIM the good luck thumbs up. he gets as red as his hair and #yusuke is worried he really is coming down with something

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — TEEN DAD! GOJO SATORU x FEM READER

The Zenins want Megumi. Gojo isn’t having it.

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tags — one suggestive line after “those girls are better off without you” if you want to avoid it, set after 棠, part of teen dad gojoverse, in which you and Gojo raise Megumi together

Gojo’s been in the doghouse since last night. Not literally, obviously - though he might have preferred it if you were there with him, at least. He’d take anything over being kicked out of your shared bedroom and being forced to sleep on the couch. 

If you had it your way, you’d prolong his punishment, but you can’t. Not when, as he told you last night, the Zenins are coming today to wrest Megumi from your custody. 

Fat chance. 

You’d die before you let that happen. 

Gojo’s not too keen on either of those outcomes. For the first time in his life, he’s taking the pacifist’s route and talking it out, though you’re sure his version of talking involves more insults than most people’s. 

He thought about simply having it out with the elders, but it’s not worth it. Not when he has a plan for the future of Jujutsu Society. Not when he has you, Megumi, and Tsumiki. He’s playing the long game. He can’t afford to screw it up now. 

Being a family man really has ruined him. 

Zenin Keiko is a tall woman with a severe black bob and the characteristic Zenin look of perpetual contempt. She’s Naoya’s cousin, alright. 

“Twice-removed,” Gojo whispers to you. “Or illegitimate. Something like that, I can’t remember.” 

“Shut up,” you whisper back out of the corner of your mouth. “She’s going to hear you.” 

Welcoming a Zenin into your home feels like blasphemy, though you suppose Gojo is the closest thing Jujutsu society has to a god. 

Gojo’s unimpressed by her, mostly because he feels like the Zenins are mocking him. It’s not like anyone can take him on, but to send someone who has no battle capabilities feels like an insult.  

Keiko is an auxiliary manager with no cursed technique to speak of besides a weak barrier. It’s a wonder she has the nerve to speak to Gojo. The Zenins truly did not care about her if they sent her as the proxy to undermine your roles as the Fushiguro children’s guardians. In fact, you suspect that’s the precise reason she was chosen - because she’s expendable. 

Keiko, to her credit, shows no sign of fear. 

“I’d like to meet the children, Mr. Gojo. It’ll give me a good grasp of what the situation is.” 

“Hell no,” Gojo outright laughs in her face. “I’m not letting a Zenin near my brats. Your-“

“Gojo.” You squeeze his knee. Cooperate. 

“I’ll go get them,” he says begrudgingly.

The two of you sandwich the children between you on the couch. Tsumiki sits on Gojo’s left. Megumi sits on your right. That way, the two that are most likely to fight are separated. It’s a strategized united front. 

“Megumi, do you like your guardians? Do you like staying here?” 

Megumi looks at you. You smile at him encouragingly - and there Keiko goes, scribbling away in her notebook. She’s probably saying something about how Megumi is so scared of you he won’t answer the question unless you give him permission. 

“Are you sure? Forgive me, but Gojo seems a little…immature for a parent.” 

A direct attack right out of the gates. Gojo objects to this very accurate assessment of his character. 

“He’s fine, I guess,” Megumi says. There’s more scribbling. You’re starting to hate the sound of pen on paper. “I like-“ 

He looks at you. There’s a tiny blush on his cheeks, just the faintest hint of red. More quietly, he says, “It’s fine, cause she takes care of us.” 

Gojo stares at him, slack-jawed. “Are you kidding me? You are one ungrateful brat. Who found you? Who took you in?” 

Tsumiki chimes in, “We like Gojo a lot too! He’s fun.” 

Keiko ignores her completely, focusing on Megumi instead. Your distaste for her grows. 

“Would you say that Gojo has an active role in taking care of you?” 

“Why aren’t you asking Tsumiki anything?” Megumi interrupts. “Her opinion’s important too.” 

Keiko gives him a strained smile. Gojo reaches behind Tsumiki on the couch to ruffle Megumi’s hair. He only tolerates this for five seconds before he shakes his head to get him off. 

“He loves me,” Gojo says. 

“I have Stockholm syndrome,” Megumi says. ‘Help,’ he mouthes. 

“He’s joking,” Tsumiki says nervously.

You’ve given up on making them behave. It’s just not happening. 

Keiko seems to have given up too. Rather than continue prodding Megumi, she turns to Gojo. 

“How often are you home?”

“Basically every day,” Gojo lies. He does try his best, but it’s more like every other day. Such is the fate of the strongest sorcerer. 

“Don’t want my baby all alone, poor little thing.” 

He catches your look and cackles. “No, the other one. My other baby,” and the kiss he presses to your knuckles is so tender it melts your heart. 

Keiko makes an uncomfortable expression. “Please try to stay focused, Mr. Gojo.” 

Megumi gags loudly. Tsumiki pinches his arm to get him to shut up and he yelps. Keiko narrows her eyes and makes another note. 

“I understand how Gojo might take responsibility for the children,” Keiko says, directing her attention to you, “but how did you come into the picture. Are you a girlfriend-“

“Wife,” Gojo interjects. 

Keiko’s entire body does an approximation of what it would look if a human had a screenshot function. 

“Aren’t you children?”

You don’t like Keiko at all, but you respect the balls it takes to talk to Gojo like that. All the Zenins seem to have that death wish of wanting to mouth off to the strongest. Maybe it’s a genetic thing. 

Gojo shrugs. “If I’m old enough for the missions you send me on, I’m old enough to take care of kids, right? How hard can it be?”

You pinch his thigh. “Gojo.” 

“What? It is easy. You just give them a bunch of lollipops and call it a day.” 

Keiko’s writing is now background noise to you. “Are you still doing that? I told you-“

“It’s fine! All kids need sugar to grow. I had a sweet tooth when I was their age.”

“And that’s probably the reason why you still have one now! Except it’s rotting your teeth-“

“It’s not-“

“It is!”

“Don’t be so uptight!”

“How does it look if I’m always saying no to him and you’re always saying yes? It isn’t fair, Satoru. Parenting has to be a team effort.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I’m talking about you playing good cop, bad cop with him!” 

“Have you gone insane? We went over this! He likes you more than me! There is no good cop, bad cop when he just takes your side every single time.” 

“Excuse me,” Keiko says. She’s somehow managed to look a complex combination of perplexed, annoyed, and satisfied. “Please take care of your lovers’ tiffs outside of this interview. I will say that this doesn’t seem like an environment particularly conducive to raising children, however.” 

“What do you know?” Gojo says rudely. “The only reason you’re even doing this interview is because I’m letting you.” 

Normally, you would tell him off, but in front of the Zenins? You’re a united front. You place a hand on his forearm and look down your nose at the woman in front of you as best as you can when she’s taller than most people you meet. 

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome,” you say. 

“You agreed to an interview,” she says. 

“An interview, not an inquisition.”

“You can’t refuse a request from the elders without consequences,” she says, as patiently as she would speak to a child. It’s condescending. 

“Are you threatening my wife?” 

When you look to your side, Gojo’s face is shadowed. His eyes are storm dark and frightening. Keiko can’t hide her visceral reaction. 

She forgets her coat on her way out, she’s in such a hurry to leave. Gojo takes it and disappears. 

While he’s away, you let Megumi and Tsumiki return to their rooms. They’re muttering amongst themselves, but you don’t pry. Children need their space, too. You’ll talk to them about it later. 

He’s back within a minute. 

“What did you do with it?” You’re bracing yourself for the answer. 

“I just sent a message,” he says, as cheerily as if nothing had happened. “Think we passed that?” 

“Gojo, I think that’s the first test you’ve ever failed. Did you see the way she was writing during the last twenty minutes? And Megumi and Tsumiki! Every time they said something, she made a face!” 

Gojo shrugs, still so certain of his place in the hierarchy. One day, the elders will get tired of him throwing his weight around like Jujutsu’s one and only tyrant, but not someday soon if they want to keep their heads. 

“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m not going to make Megumi and Tsumiki act like repressed little puppet children just so that they can find some way to snipe them out from under us anyways. Who knows, maybe we’ll teach the Zenins a thing or two about healthy child raising. I hear they have two girls now. One of them has no cursed energy. Should we kidnap some more children?” 

“Like you know anything about healthy parenting,” you snark. “Those girls are better off without you.” 

“Does being mean to me get you off or something?” 

“Do you want to find out?” 

“I would love to,” he purrs, sliding a hand under your shirt just so slightly so his nails prick at your lower stomach. You grab his wrist. 

“Sorry,” you say, your stomach churning at the joke gone wrong. “I can’t.”

He stops immediately. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just- They want Megumi badly enough to go to the higher ups. I know what they do to their children. I can’t let him go there, Satoru. I can’t.” 

“I won’t let that happen.”

“I can’t stop thinking about those girls.”

“Come here,” he says. 

You lean closer to him. He lifts his arm so easily, without thinking. When you slide under it, you fit into him perfectly. 

Now that you’re safely tucked under his arm, you feel sheltered from anything that could happen.  “I don’t want to give the kids to the Zenins. They’re monsters. And they would make monsters out of them.” 

“That’s only if they take them away,” Gojo says, his smile fanged and vicious. 

“And if they do?”

“I hope they try.”

You trust him. 

You know he’ll keep his word. If Gojo says Megumi and Tsumiki won’t be going to the Zenins as long as he’s alive, then they won’t be going at all. 

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

[mitsies]

❊ miss americana & the heartbreak prince - itoshi sae . . from one formal to the next, everything works out one way or another

your first junior high dance is in the company of your best friend, itoshi sae.

you had to try hard to convince him to go. really, really try to convince him. and you had to get his mom in on it, too, that's how hard you had to try. he was content to stay at home in those stupid little red basketball shorts that he either 1), never washed or 2), had 7 pairs of, binging sports highlights and discussing things you don't care all that much about on the couch.

but this night was special, you'd insisted. it was the very first dance of the very first year as official junior high students. you were both 11, practically ancient, and how boring would it be to stay home when there were adventures to be had? and besides, you had a plan. tonight, you were going to tell your best friend since diapers that you had a super-uber-mega crush on him, and maybe give him a hug after (if you were feeling bold.)

you have it all planned out. after finally managing to convince him to come to the dance with you, you'll steal him away from your friend group and take him to the hallway next to your maths class, where no one ever goes. and then, you'd tell him about how mieko told you that mai told her that akane told her that keiko told her that she thinks he likes you back, and then you'd ask if it was true. and then he'd say, 'oh my gosh, yes, i love you,' and then high-five you, and then you'd be boyfriend and girlfriend. because that's how it works, right?

well, you made it halfway-ish. and to say that is just to say you managed to force him to the dance and sneak him off into the side hallway. oh, he looks cute. he's shorter than you but that's fine because he'll get taller before you guys get married. and his hair is gel-slicked and looks kind of silly, and you know it's his mom's doing. his suit is frumpy and ill-fitting and he's wearing cleats instead of dress shoes because that's just how junior high boys are.

he's been grumpy all day, as per usual. but you keep catching him staring at you. and he keeps doing that little tiny smile-ish thing that he does, where he smiles a little but not a lot so he just looks constipated instead. and oh, you're in bad luck, because as soon as you're in that maths hallway and the music from the dance goes muffled and it's just him, and it's just you, you seem to forget everything you've planned to say.

"what did you want to tell me?" uh-oh. uh-oh, this is bad. oh, it's so bad. your best friend since diapers, your future husband, the one person you could never get sick of, was going to think you were an absolute idiot. how embarrassing! how embarrassing, oh no.

"uh," you can't meet his eyes, and choose to fiddle with your fingers instead, pulling at your sloppily painted nails (green to match his eyes, like asami had insisted), "well— um, i actually— i just— to.. um."

wow, this was lame. you're 11 now, where is your class? where is your wisdom? oh, how humiliating. "i just—"

"you like me."

you pause. you stare. he stares back, and his expression goes from that same old neutral to that silly little stupid kinda-smile. and then, panic sets in.

"oh, haha! i do? who told you that? who? no seriously, who? or, or, what made you think that? why do you think that? i— i don't like— or, well, i don't not— no, stop, stop, actually. who told you? was it akane? oh, i knew akane was a snitch! ignore her. ignore this. i mean, unless you— but. hey, it's—"

"so you do, or don't?"

this was sae. this was itoshi sae, and this was how he's always been. no-nonsense, straight-froward, abrasive, blunt. all hard around the edges but so, so soft at the center like those really good cookies they sell at the cafeteria. only for you, usually, and his baby brother, and that was pretty much is.

sometimes you forget just how much you like him. it's a lot, you like him a lot. so, so much. he's the same boy who meets you on the side of the curb when you call him crying from the home phone, because your parents are angry again. he's the boy who will spend forever with you working on your maths homework when you're having a hard time understanding. he's the boy who will split a cafe cookie with you after he sees you in the stands of one of his games. oh, he's that boy. he's the boy you super-mega-ultra liked, and maybe-kinda-sorta loved a little teensy tiny bit. you exhale.

"i do."

your voice is small. your hands twist together anxiously and you can't do anything but stare at the floor. and in your peripheral vision, you see little red cleats take a hesitant step closer, and closer, and then— a hand lands on top of yours.

oh, it's sae's. oh, he's holding your hand.

well, not really. but it's close enough, and you look up and his cheeks are rosy and he looks like an angel, oh lord, he's so cute you might be sick. all he says is, "good. me too, or something."

the very first middle school dance of the year is where itoshi sae stops being just your best friend, and becomes your boyfriend. and that word changes meaning over time— years go by. somewhere in that mess, there's a tentative kiss, and a whole lot of 'i love you's' and a dozen more firsts, all with each other, all with a world of love. awkward pre-teens go to teenagers. how lucky you are, that mieko told you that mai told her that akane told her that keiko told her that she thinks he likes you back. because she was right after all.

it's your boyfriend who asks you to prom. and you’re mad at him, but you say yes anyways.

it’s the first time you’ve seen him in weeks. prom night is the same night he flies back in from spain for the holidays, and coincidentally, the first time he’s talked to you for more than 20 minutes. you pick him up from the airport in your dress, and he’s in his suit. you’ve already missed your dinner reservations— you’re trying not to care. but this was your senior year. and you were so, so excited. the restaurant was his favourite kind of food, and it was in an aquarium, and reservations were hard to get, and he had caused you to miss them because his flight was delayed.

you know it's selfish. you know, because how could you not know? how was it his fault that the weather in spain was so poor that he was forced to wait at the airport longer than expected? how was it his fault that it just so happened to rain? but the evil, burning, and bitter side of your heart replies: it's his fault he was gone in the first place. it's his fault he was in spain and not by your side, to begin with.

normal 18-year-old couples don't have to take a 16-hour flight just to see each other, your anger says. and you know it's right.

when itoshi sae, at 13, told you he was going to be a star, you hardly believed him. actually, you recall your own incredulous laugh, and that cute way the space at the corner of his eyes wrinkle when he's annoyed. you didn't believe him, but then less than a year later he was gone to spain hellbent on becoming the best.

he used to call you every night for hours. as often as he could, he'd call or text. and he'd talk to you in the way that he only talked to you. with a softness. with a tender kind of love. the infinite kind. and whenever he got the chance to fly back, he would, to spend time with you and rin and his parents, but mostly you (as he'd tell you after he made you swear not to snitch). he used to love you, and act like it.

but as years blurred past, and he got taller (not by much) and you both grew older (not by a lot), things shifted. changed. spun in a circle and landed facing the opposite direction. he called you less. sometimes, when you called him, he'd not pick up even though you knew he was free. and he visited less, and he stopped talking to rin but wouldn't say why. sometimes when you'd visit his mother, you'd see rin stealing glances at you from the curves and corners of the house. he stopped saying hi to you a while ago, too.

you drive to your senior prom in near silence. there's some music playing on the radio— nothing either of you had put on, just the default top hits of 2017— and no one says anything and you think that might be better. because you're thinking about the way he used to buy him and his little brother ice cream on really hot days with his very own pocket money, and you think if you hear his voice you might start ugly crying and ruin your makeup. and then you think about how it's your senior prom, and you're about to cry, and your boyfriend can't even look at you, and oh, you're holding back tears all over again.

the first thing he says to you that night is, "i was about to do that," when you open the car door by yourself. you are so, so angry. but you just smile like you're not, because it's not his fault you resent his leaving. it's not his fault you miss his mom and brother but can't visit anymore without it being awkward. it's not his fault he's gone, and it's not his fault he acts like he hates you. it's not his fault but you despise him so, so much.

he puts a hand on your waist as he walks you towards the venue— some stupid country club kind of thing, you didn't care enough to read anything but the address. his touch feels wrong— it didn't always. but these hands are rough, and you don't recognise them. you stop walking.

all around you, everyone keeps moving. there are girls in frills and pretty, glittery, long dresses. suits and ties, and the smell of cologne, and the floral perfume. it's dark out, now. and the people aren't walking into the building— they're leaving. you catch someone's watch out of the corner of your eye. you've missed your senior prom.

"what's wrong?" sae's voice hardly registers. you feel the tears fall.

"we missed it."

"hm?"

you turn to him. he looks like he couldn't care less. and you abhor him.

"we missed the dance."

sae blinks. his eyes are blank— maybe they've always been. maybe when you were 11, you were too dumb to see. maybe he's always hated you, you think, because he replies, "oh. back to the car?"

and you're really crying now, because he doesn't even care.

you can't manage words, not until he speaks for you. "don't cry. it was just some stupid school dance."

you wonder what this looks like to people. a boy, looking like he couldn't care less. and you, makeup streaked with tears, like your world just collapsed.

"did you really care that much?"

"did i care?" your voice comes out mangled, "did i care?"

he looks startled at your reaction, the most emotion he's shown tonight. you continue:

"of course i cared that much. of course i did. because how long ago was our last date? the last time we did anything together? the last time you could look me in the eyes? of course i care. not about this stupid dance," you're out of breath, but you continue, "i care about you. you, i care about you."

he looks the same amount of placid, and the same amount of blank. and you'd cry harder if it didn't hurt so bad. he says nothing so all there's left to ask is, "but do you even care about me? do you care anymore?"

his face betrays nothing. and you're taken back to juvenile days, and ice cream and sun, and soccer practice after school, and annoying little brothers and love notes in lockers. and you think that this is not the same boy you loved. and you don't know where that boy went, but he's not here, he's not the one standing in front of you staring instead of holding you while you cry.

and he doesn't look the least bit sorry.

you knew the answer to his question before it even came out of your mouth. maybe you've known for years. maybe you just had blind faith in him, and your aquarium-restaurant reservations, and a stupid, cheesy, lame high school dance that you couldn't care less about to prove that there was still a tiny bit of hope. but it'd just shown you that there was nothing left.

you feel like a set of bones beneath a dress. you feel like a ghost in a crowd of people. you feel like a spectacle, you feel insane. you must look it, too. maybe you are. there is a coldness to sae's voice when he finally speaks. a coldness that is new. that you haven't heard before. you're scared.

"are you done yet?"

you're not crying anymore. you're just feeling strange.

you hate how you care about how sae's going to get home when you leave him standing there and walk back to your car. your shoes— bought just for today— tap on the pavement. the shoes and your heartbeat. your car's engine. the doors slamming shut. people laughing outside. the radio's top hits of 2017. that's all you hear, that's all. and when you get home and turn your car off, you sit in the driver's seat and cry.

you can hear all your thoughts. you can hear the ugly desperate cries clawing your throat raw like an animal. mascara-stained teardrops land on your dress and trickle down your chin, and burn your eyes. you don't know when you lost him. was it when he'd first went to spain? was it when he'd first cancelled a visit back, or hung up the phone? or was it before then? has he ever liked you, or did he only hold your hand back at that middle school dance because he felt like he had to? and your tears taste like melted ice cream and memories, or maybe you're just crazy.

you loved him. did he ever love you?

angry tears. sad ones, too. your hands need to destroy something so they pull and clench and squeeze your legs through the fabric of your dress as you dry-heave. the ache is not empty. it hurts, it burns. your lungs burn. your heart is heavy and hot and disgusting. how you feel is wrong. everything feels wrong.

everything feels wrong, and now you're single on prom night.

what's even left for you, now?

being 21 is weird.

you're all grown up, now. you've got friends, and you have just recently landed a job at a big journalism company while you wrap up university. and today's your first day going out to a company event instead of sitting at a desk all day, and you're so excited.

the event is some kind of gala. you've been told it's to celebrate the opening of a new sports thing that your employers have invested in that you don't really know too much about. and it's not quite your specialty but you'd never miss out on an opportunity to dress up and get a free fancy dinner as a representative for your company, who were big investors. you wonder who'll be there. who are some sports people? actually, what kind of a stadium was this? a baseball field? is that even a stadium?

why were you even invited? you don't have the slightest clue about this investment. but that doesn't matter, because you're there now, stepping out of your company car in a pretty dress that you'd chosen for yourself. you wonder when the last time you've been this dressed up was. maybe your cousin's wedding, when you were 17? or, you think with a twinge of something bitter in your chest, was it your senior prom at 18?

whatever. it doesn't matter. you don't care about that anymore— it was only the night your boyfriend of 7 years essentially told you he didn't love you anymore. no big deal. you were 21 now, and you could do cool things and work, and stuff. how cool is that? how cool are you? too cool to be still caring about your ex-boyfriend. your very handsome, attractive, professional football player ex-boyfriend, who was on the cover of every sports magazine, and the headline of every news channel. you wonder, as you walk in, how many of the people under the roof of the venue know his name. how many who'd probably kill for a signature. you wonder what they'd think if they knew you used to be the one to love him.

pause. why were you thinking about this? you don't care, you definitely don't. you're done caring when he's probably already forgotten your name. god, you're supposed to be 21. you're 21, and you still feel like you're 18. you're 21, and you still feel like you're 11. at what point are you meant to grow up and get over it all?

you shake your head and your older colleague ms. sato gives you an amused look. "something wrong, dear?"

"nothing," you smile at her awkwardly, "just a little nervous. i've never been out on a company event before. who else is going to be here?"

ms. sato tsks and thrums her fingers against the wrinkled skin of her other hand. she's wearing a conservative green velvet dress. you think she looks pretty. "i think more sponsors will be there. and i'm sure they've got some sports folk, too."

you purse your lips. the venue is big, and ornate, you see as you open the door for ms. sato and walk in behind her. red and gold walls, chandeliers, a regal display of wealth that you most definitely could not live up to if you were here on your own dime. and the dining hall is no different. tables with nameplates written in some fancy scrawl that you can barely read spell out your name and ms. sato's name across from each other towards the front of the hall. out of curiosity, your eyes flicker to the seat to your right.

and your heart stops in its chest.

in that same hardly legible font, reads a name that is all too familiar. it's nearly the same as the name you'd scrawled on love letters in junior high, and nearly the same name as the contact you used to text every single day and every night. it's nearly the same name you'd call out at airports, looking, always looking, forever longing to be around him. the name on the nameplate reads 'itoshi rin.'

"are you sure nothing's wrong? you look pale." ms. sato's voice cuts through your thoughts, you clear your throat. "of course. it's nothing, ms. sato."

you pull her chair out for her before taking a seat in your own, as the room starts filling in and someone says something about a prepared meal being served at 8 on the dot, and announcements starting soon after that. you feel frozen in your seat as you fidget with your hands in your lap. you're paralysed with fear, too scared to check if the name next to rin's is sae's. it couldn't be, right? because they fell out. just like you and sae fell out. they wouldn't attend the same event. plus, sae's always thought that events were boring. fancy dances, fancy dinners, they were all the same— all wastes of time. he wouldn't be here.

it hits 8. you think you could maybe handle rin— but he doesn't show. dinner is served, and the two seats to your right remain empty. and you are so, so relieved internally because who are you kidding, you couldn't deal with rin, let alone sae.

you see his face everywhere, and that's enough. magazines, underwear ads, video edits, all of it. his fans are everywhere. like he's some kind of hero, and you guess he is when it comes to football. you wonder who he's kissed since you. unless what was a weird thing to think about your exes. in that case, you don't wonder that at all. and you never have, not for a second.

it's 8:05. still, no one has shown. at 8:10, the owners of the stadium give some speech about investments, and blah blah blah, are you meant to know or care about any of this? because you don't know, and you don't really care. you're much too focused on the food, and the stress, and all that. 8:20, speech is over. 8:30, people start socialising. 8:35, drinks are brought out with a second course. 8:40, with a little champagne in your system, you're feeling pretty good, actually. less nervous, for sure. if rin hasn't shown yet, he isn't going to. and sae? that was basically fully off the table now.

8:45. you feel better than fine, now. 4 champagne flutes down (because ms. sato doesn't drink, but felt bad saying no when they were offered, and she thinks you'd be a funny drunk) and you wonder why you've ever felt nervous in your life, ever. stress was a thing of the past. ms. sato laughs at you when you make a face at something someone annoying and snotty says, and she slaps your back and tells you she's going to the restroom and to make sure you don't die while she's gone.

8:50. the door to the banquet hall must've opened at some point, but you didn't notice until the chair to your right slides out. your heart sinks before you even see him. because itoshi rin, in the flesh, takes the chair next to you.

you haven't seen him in years. not since your 18th birthday, you think— because his mother had made you a cake and forced him to tag along to drop it off for you. he'd told you happy birthday, and you'd teased him about how you remember he used to have big cheesy smiles and bigger cheesier dimples when he was just a little baby, and he'd scowled and told you that he's 15, not some kid. how old was he now? if sae was 21, then rin would be 18. you've seen him places too, on advertisements for some football program, on sellouts for cologne and such. he's made a name for himself. for himself, not his brother and himself. you'd find it in yourself to be proud if you weren't a little drunk and a lot sad.

maybe he catches you staring from the corner of your eye after he sits, because he glances over and does a double take before looking straight ahead like he's in the army and his commanding sergeant's just told him to look alive. you worry at your lip with your teeth. you'll regret this in the morning. "rin? 's that you?"

he stiffens. you try not to giggle, and you think you fail. "yeah."

"i hope this isn't weird. do you remember me?" it's more of a question to yourself than anything. but he answers, because it was said out loud so he probably thought you were talking to him and not to your own brain. hm. maybe you're drunker than you thought.

"yeah." his response is terse and awkward. but then he says your name. and you remember his little voice a hundred times higher, and you remember tears in his big toddler eyes webbing his lashes as he cried your name about a scraped knee. you soften. "i've missed seeing you. how've you been?"

he looks nervous. does he look nervous? or do you just think he looks nervous? he opens his mouth, then closes it, then replies, "good. i didn't know you'd be here."

you smile amicably. oh, you love this boy, love him like he's your sweet little brother even now. "i'm representing my company. they— or, we— are investors. i'm here as my mentor's rubbish bin for food and drinks she doesn't want, basically."

rin snorts. you want to pinch his cheeks. would he be mad if you did? probably. "well, i—"

the seat next to rin's slides out. another full champagne flute is placed in front of you and instead of thanking the waiter, you feel sick to your stomach. junior high dance sick. senior year prom sick. you're sick.

itoshi sae sits one seat away from you.

you're sick, to your stomach. you're silent and stiff and stupid, so stupid, because you thought you were over him. but this is the first time you've seen him in person since the year 2017, when he flew out to be your date to your school's prom, and then flew away that same night and never came back. you down the champagne and close your eyes. you're 21, not 18, not 11, you're 21.

you're 21 and itoshi sae's still got you acting like a fool.

the rest of the dinner is awkward and silent, at least for you. ms. sato shows up and strikes up a conversation with anyone who would listen, and rin listens, and you can't look at sae so you don't know what he's doing. but you can imagine him sitting there, bored. why was he there? rin and him don't talk anymore. or do they? it's been years, after all. you guess they've made up. your stomach churns. ms. sato notices but doesn't say anything, not until after the dinner ends and you practically race out to the company car without another word to rin, just a quick, tight, smile. over his shoulder, before you leave, you see a mess of reddish-brown hair. you think you might be sick. you hope there are barf bags in the car.

"now, dear, what is wrong with you?" a patent red leather handbag slaps your lower back as you wait outside for the driver to show. ms. sato gives you a look.

you blink a few times. "did you just hit me? that hurt, i think."

"answer the question, child."

you wince. "the boy next to me was like, my, like, brother-in-law but not actually."

ms. sato raises a brow. "itoshi rin? the professional football player?"

you nod fervently. "yes. him."

"so.. you used to date itoshi sae?"

you look at her blankly. "how did you know?"

"they're famous, dear."

"oh," you wrinkle your nose, "right."

ms. sato chuckles. "well, we've got time to talk. tell me the story."

and you tell her. you tell her everything, and a little more. about ice cream, and your 18th birthday cake, and his mom, and his hands, and the way he used to love you and the way he just stopped one day. normally, you wouldn't run your mouth like this, you'd like to think. you're more refined. but the drinks you've had are working hard, and your emotions are working harder, and oh, you're a mess. at least you don't look like one tonight.

ms. sato listens patiently. or maybe she's just doing this to laugh at you about it later. but she listens either way. she smiles at some parts and frowns at others. but when you're done vomiting up all your words and all your feelings, she just sighs. "7 years is a long time."

you blink. "yeah. i guess so, yeah."

"and so is 18."

"excuse me?"

ms. sato chuckles. "you said you've known him since you were babies. it ended when you were 18. you said you loved him until you were 18."

"oh. i did. yeah."

"and 21 years is even longer."

now, you're really confused. "21?"

"21. because you've loved him since you were babies, and it never really ended."

oh. oh, okay. you don't know how you feel, not in the slightest. you're confused and you're nervous, and you shouldn't have eaten all that food because now you might actually throw up instead of just feeling like you're going to throw up.

and then someone calls your name from behind you.

the voice is familiar, and you turn without thinking, of instinct. because you'd always go to him, no matter what. and that scares you, and you're even more scared because you haven't seen eyes that blue in forever.

"sae." you try to keep your voice curt and calm. he's in a suit. it's a good one. tailored. and he still looks young, and handsome, and like your lips would fit perfectly against his, and like your hand could feel right holding his, and all that. and you're so, so scared.

ms. sato excuses herself in the background somewhere, and all this is eerily familiar. people in dresses and suits, leaving. cards driving away. your heartbeat in your ears. it's all familiar.

he takes a step closer. you take one back. he stops, stares, and says, "how've you been?"

you know him well. you know this man far, far too well. you recognise the clench of his jaw and the set of his brows. something like determination paints his face. you'd be more confused if you weren't so nauseous.

"good," you test your voice, continuing when you hear it hold steady, "i'm good. and you?"

he opens his mouth to reply. but you open your mouth again. because you can't seem to do anything but run your mouth today, it seems. "actually, i was hoping you wouldn't be here. really, really hoping. because," you laugh, "i did not want to see you today. or ever again, really."

sae's expression would be unreadable to anyone but you. but you can see it. he's hurt. and you laugh again because god, what does he have to be hurt about? you continue, "i was fine with just seeing the magazines, and ads with you half-naked, and all that. and i was fine with hating you for hating me. but now you're here and it's all different and wrong, and i'm so mad at you right now, and i was fine an hour ago before i even knew you were going to be here. i was so fine."

he blinks. "are you drunk?"

snorting laughter, you turn your head. you can't look at him. you can't tell how you're feeling anymore. "sure i am. the drinks were free."

his eye creases in a tiny smile and you'd swoon if he wasn't the same person who'd broken your heart after he'd held it in the palm of his hand.

you wonder what he's going to say. would he tell you you're being dramatic and making a scene? that one was likely. would he sue you?maybe. maybe he'd kick you. maybe you'd throw up on him. maybe he'd cry. you smile a little— you'd like that, actually. would be funny. you'd enjoy it.

"i'm sorry."

you must be making a face. you must look confused, or disgusted, or disgruntled, because he explains, "for vanishing."

itoshi sae apologising was not on your list of possible responses. you are at a loss for words. but you find them after a beat of silence, "you're sorry?"

he shifts uncomfortably. "i am."

scoffing, you roll your eyes. "funny."

"i'm serious." sae steps forward again. you don't back away. you can't, and he continues:

"i left you. and that was," he pauses and breathes, "the worst thing i've ever done. every day since then, i've missed you."

sae really hasn't changed, because that's all he says. so blunt, so forward, so harsh. never any room for detail, or explanation. never any time. you're silent so you think he might take that as a cue to keep going.

"i fixed things with rin, too," he says, "and i wish i could say it was out of the kindness of my heart but it was because you always told me i should. you've always made me better. and i—"

"you couldn't stand that." you're so angry. at him, for coming back and apologising like it was all a small deal. you're angry at ms. sato for getting you drunk. you're mad at yourself, for loving him so much even though it's a weak excuse of an apology. "oh, you couldn't stand that i was making you kinder, or better. you never wanted to be good. you've been horrible, always, probably."

and then you stop. "no. no, no, i'm sorry. i don't— i don't think that—"

"it's okay. however you feel about me.. it's okay. you can hate me. it's okay."

and your resolve crumbles.

"i could never hate you," you whisper, "because i love you so much. always have, for so many years and however many days, and i've loved you when you were good or bad or both, or neither, and i'm so mad at you because i never stopped, even when you hurt me. even then."

sae is silent. you are too. people move all around you. they're not listening, they have places to be. because you're 21, and they're all older too. and they have things to do.

"you still love me?"

he sounds quiet, almost. meek, maybe, if that was a thing that he was capable of being. you are doing your best to hold in tears.

"yeah," you say, "yeah, i do."

sae looks at you. "i've never stopped. i never could. i tried. but i never stopped loving you. and i've never been good at showing it, but it's the truth. and i'll be sorry forever, if you'll let me."

this is so unlike him. but people change, and you suppose you've been too separated to know anything as of late. your heart aches. his eyes are still the same. his voice is a little deeper. his shoulders look more broad. you think you're in love again. you think you never stopped being in love. you know it.

"so show me."

and sae kisses you. you hadn't forgotten how good a kisser he is but you think he's gotten better, as his hands find your back and yours take his jaw. maybe he's kissed other people since you. now you're mad again so you kiss him harder, and deeper, and you would usually have more decorum but it's sae and he's famous so if he doesn't care, why should you?

there is so much left unsaid. a hundred things. a million, maybe, a billion. he will spend his life making this up to you. you know he will. but for now, there's no hurt. for now, there is just love that has been cut off for far too long. for the first time in years, you're alive at this moment. you're 11, and 18, and 21, and you're everything that he's loved, and you're everything he's touched, and you are everything to him and you feel it. you deserve this. your blood runs hot, his tongue is in your mouth, you need this. and you love him. you love him to death.

this kiss is the summary of years waiting, and years longing. it's the summative point of ice cream and bike rides, and late night car rides and study dates, and running mascara and lonely nights. this kiss— it's been a long time coming.

flowers chosen: pink camellia & lilac . . longing & joy of youth

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My Cute Nerdy Boy

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song: Girl I see in my dreams - Twnie)

16-year-old Nanami quietly walked down the hallway. No one really acknowledge him, but every now and then, he would hear whispers about him. No finger pointing, but students aren’t exactly quiet.

“You finished my homework?” A white-haired teen appeared in front of him. Nanami nodded and handed Gojo a folder that contained his essay.

“It should give you an A,” Nanami said quietly while avoiding eye contact. To be fair, Gojo’s bright blue eyes can be intimidating sometimes. Or mesmerizing. Depending on how people see them as. Gojo skimmed through the papers.

“You’re making me sound too smart,” he said.

“Sorry,” Nanami said quietly. Gojo leaned in closer to his ear, hand by the ear.

“What?!” Nanami flinched at the loud volume of his voice.

“Sorry,” Nanami said slightly louder.

“Oi! Where’s my homework?” Geto asked as he walked up behind Gojo. Mentally, Nanami sighed as he gave Geto his essay. Geto smiled.   “Thanks, nerd,” Geto said. “Let’s go, Satoru.”

They turned around to head to class. Nanami sighed and walked to his locker to grab his materials for class.

“OH! THERE’S MY FAVORITE PRETTY LADY!” Nanami looked over to his right. There you were, smiling as you walked down the hallway. He watched Geto and Gojo run over to you. “How’s your morning, Princess?” You shrugged.

“It was fine. Just like every other morning,” you answered.

“Satoru, that’s a lame question,” Geto said.

“And you can do better, Suguru?” you asked with a raised brow. Geto smirked, leaning in closer to you.

“Do you know how your day can get better?” he asked. You stared at him, waiting for an answer. “You and I go on a date.” You giggled. They always flirt with you, but they were always nice to you.  

“Sorry, Suguru,” you said. “Besides aren’t you dating Keiko?”

“I dumped her.” You shook your head.

“That’s a shame. She’s a sweet one.”

“But you’re sweeter.”

“You need better pick up lines,” you said. “I’ll see you two later.” You turned and waved at Nanami. “Hi, Kento.” Nanami, being shy, waved back. You smiled back before unlocking your locker that was close by to Nanami’s. Gojo stood close behind you.

“You don’t gotta talk to the nerd,” he said quietly, but still loud enough for Nanami to hear him.

“Leave Kento alone,” you said sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” the two said as if their mother reprimanded them. The bell rang and you shut your locker. You said bye to both Gojo and Geto and then walked to class. When you left, Nanami closed his locker, ready to follow you but Geto and Gojo blocked his way.

“Don’t get any ideas thinking you’re all that because she spoke to you,” Geto said.

“I’ll make her mine before anyone else,” Gojo said confidently. Geto sighed and smacked the back of his head.

“To be fair, Nanami would be better for her than you Satoru.”

“WHAT?!”

Nanami slipped away from them. With his head lowered, he walked to class. He found you talking to other students in the back. He blushed to the sounds of your soft laughs. With one last look, he took his seat in the front.

Class flew by. Your teacher asked you to stay behind. As students walked to the hallway, you walked up to the teacher’s desk. Slowly, Nanami was packing his things.

“You need a tutor,” your teacher said. You gave him a nervous smile. “I see your efforts. I see you jotting down notes, but you’re not understanding the concepts too well. I can’t blame you though, Anatomy and Physiology can be difficult for students. You have potential.” He looked around the class and smiled. “Nanami-kun, I have a favor.” Nanami walked over to the two of you.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“I hope you don’t mind tutoring,” he said and looked at you. You bushed.

“There’s no need, Kento. I can go to tutoring sessions and—”

“Nanami-kun is the best student in your grade and he has the highest grade in class. I would love for him to tutor you, if it’s okay with him.”

“I-I don’t mind,” Nanami said as he slightly turned away from you so you don’t see him blushing.

“Great! I knew I can count on you!” The teacher got up and left, leaving the two of you alone in the classroom.

“If you don’t want to, it’s really okay! I can figure it out on my own.” Nanami shook his head.

“We can go to my house after school if you’re available. Or your house. Whichever is fine.” He watched a smile form on your face.

“Meet me at the front?” Nanami smiled and nodded.

“Sure.”

He helped you take your jacket off and hung it on the coat rack of his house. Shyly, you thanked him, mostly because of his gentleman-like gesture. You followed him up the stairs, your backpack on Nanami’s shoulder and textbooks in his arms. You always knew he was kind, but you found this over-the-top kind. And it made your heart flutter.

When you entered his bedroom, you weren’t too surprised at his cleanliness. Nanami presents himself as a neat student, you can only assume how well put together he is. His bedroom is neat and organized with minimal items inside the room. Nanami placed your backpack on the floor by his bed.

“Do you want anything to drink? Or eat?” he asked, his eyes avoiding yours.

“Tea, please,” you replied. Nanami nodded.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

And swiftly, Nanami left the room. You cautiously moved around, not wanting to knock anything over; if there’s anything to knock over. But you can be clumsy and trip over nothing. Slowly, you sat on his bed and took out your notebook and textbooks. You started to write more notes down, hoping it would help you understand the material better. Chapter of the week, cardiac. But, you quickly lost focus and started to doodle hearts.

“That’s completely different from what we’re learning,” he said with a tray in his hands. You jumped, nearly causing him to drop it.

“I-I’m sorry! I almost made you drop the tray!” you exclaimed with a blushed face. Nanami just gave you a soft smile and placed the tray on the night table.

“It’s okay,” he said. He walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down next to you. “May I?” You nodded and handed him your notebook.

“Cardiac is hard.”

“It could be. Which other topics from the last chapters did you have trouble with?”

“Respiratory. Immunity. Oh! And hematologic! Just wait until we get to neuro. I might you need 24/7 for that.”

The two of you avoided each other’s gaze and blushed. Nanami couldn’t help but smile. The idea of helping you and being with you brought him to joy.

Thoroughly he explained everything step by step. And you appreciated the fact that he dumbed down the information, trying to make the topic more relatable with regular life analogies. He even printed out worksheets for you, something you were attempting to try to do when you get home. By the end of the day, Nanami walked you home.

“You didn’t have to bring me home, Kento,” you said.

“It’s dark outside.” You nodded with a smile, appreciating his chivalrous gesture.

“Can you tutor me again tomorrow?”

“Whenever you need help, I’ll be there,” he said with a smile. His smile made you smile. You love it when he smiles.

“Thank you, Kento.”

To his surprise, you waited for him by both of your lockers the next day for the past two weeks. You get excited when you told him how well you were doing with the worksheets he gave you. It made you excited that you are able to understand the concepts better.

“I guess I’m not so dumb anymore,” you said with a small laugh while he walked you home. Nanami smiled. He carried your heavy backpack with his and both of your textbooks, despite your constant refusal.

“You were never dumb,” he said. “You just need a different way of studying.”

“I-I guess so,” you said. Your cell phone suddenly rang. Without looking at the caller I.D., you answered.

“Are you free tonight, pretty lady?” Gojo asked.

“No,” you swiftly answered.

“What? What better way to spend your Friday night than with me?” he asked teasingly. Nanami could hear everything. Gojo isn’t the quietest person in the world. The man loves to be heard.

“Kento,” you replied happily.

“Aw come on! The quiet nerd?”

“Yes the quiet nerd,” you repeated irritably. “Satoru, quit making fun of him! He’s an awesome guy! At least Suguru is a little nicer.” ‘She’s not wrong,’ Nanami thought. He would rather tolerate Geto.

“Fine, fine. Whatever. I’ll call you tomorrow, pretty lady.” Annoyed, you shut your phone rather loudly.

“Such a jerk,” you muttered. “How am I friends with this headache?”

“Th-Thank you,” Nanami said quietly. Your anger simmered and you looked at him with curious eyes.

“For what?”

“Defending me.”

“Well someone should! Every time I hear someone talk crap about you, I tell them off! Kento, you’re too nice.  You’re the sweetest man alive,” you said.

“You-You do that for me?” he asked slowly. You nodded.

“They listen to me,” you said with a bright smile. “Satoru is naturally a jerk. Suguru feeds off from him, so they’re just stupid jerks.” You were busy ranting to notice Nanami looking at you with the softest eyes. He could feel his heart burst with joy. He always believed that you were way out of his league and here you are, constantly defending him. “What should we do tonight, Kento?” Nanami blushed. In his mind, it was as if you two were trying to have a date. But he knew you wouldn’t go out with someone like him.

“What do you usually do?” he asked.

“Anything that seems fun at the moment,” you answered. “I’m usually with Shoko Friday nights but she’s still on vacation with her family. Maybe we could watch a movie or something. Oh! There’s this new café that opened a month ago. I haven’t had a chance to go try it out.”

“We could go now,” he suggested.

You were excited. You picked out several different pastries: a lemon bar, croissants with whipped cream and berries, blueberry cheesecake slice, and a slice of green tea cake. Nanami just chose a large ham sandwich with cheese that’s on a buttery baguette. When the cashier rang you two up, Nanami quickly gave the cashier his card. He then carried the tray to the table with you following behind him. You thanked him happily and took a bite of the pastries.

“This meets beyond expectations,” you said. “Here, try this.” Nanami isn’t a fan of sweets, but he’ll do it for you. When he took a bite, he smiled.

“You’re right. It is good,” he said.

You got to know Nanami more while he tutored you. You always knew that he’s a kind and sweet guy. He’s also smart, quiet, and a complete gentleman. You get to learn that his favorite food is bread. He prefers coffee over tea. He’s very honest and his blunt statements either make you laugh or feel embarrassed.

“Kento, how come you never had a girlfriend?” you asked curiously. “Any girl would be so lucky to have you.” You watched his face turn pink that reached up to the tip of his ears. “Do you like anyone?” The shade turned dark, and you couldn’t help but continue to tease him now. “I bet it’s me, right?” You giggled.

Nanami couldn’t find his voice. His loud, thumping heart washed out the noises around him. He stretched the collar of his shirt, hoping it would help him cool down.

“I-I do like you,” he slowly and quietly answered reluctantly. “For a while now.” You looked at him with big and surprised eyes.

“You-You do?” you asked softly and shyly. Nanami nodded.

“About three years ago.” And that surprised you even more. Nanami is good at keeping his stoic look. He is usually difficult to read, and to this day, you still can’t read how he truly feels.

“I-I never knew that,” you said.

“You haven’t dated anyone too, though,” he said.

“You noticed?” He nodded. “You’re observant.”

“I-I mean, when it comes to you I am.” You couldn’t help but smile. You started to blush, mustering up the courage to say more.

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve been crushing on you since elementary school?” you asked. This time, it was his turn to stare at you with big, surprised eyes. “Ever since you helped me get my teddy bear back from Mahito in the playground. You sat next to me while I cried. And in middle school, my pencil broke in the middle of an exam and you were the only one that noticed and handed me an extra one. That same day of the exam, I forgot my lunch and you let me have half of your sandwich. My feelings for you grew at that point but you never looked interested.”

“I’m typically good at hiding my expressions.”

“I see that.” The two of you chuckled. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, finally feeling the confidence to ask the question and at the same time, knowing you would say yes. Your smile said it all.

“I would love to.”

He held your hand as the two of you walked around Tokyo for the rest of the night. And just like always, he remained a gentleman. He made sure you walked away from the streets, gave you his sweater the moment you shivered, and opened the doors for you. By the end of the night, he walked you home, where the two of you shyly hugged.

“Can I do one more thing?” you asked. Nanami nodded. He watched you grow nervous as you bit the bottom of your lip. He watched you slowly look up at him. You stood on your toes, your hands gently on his chest, and lightly kissed his lips. Nanami froze and before he could kiss you back, you pulled away. “Call me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay sweetheart.” You blushed. Nanami chuckled and leaned down, kissing you one last time for the night.

Nanami woke up early. He planned to arrive at your house to surprise you. He wanted to walk with you to school. And, he wanted to meet up to your expectations of him on being the best boyfriend. He wants you to have the best and he wants to be your best.

“Kento!” you exclaimed in surprise, your hair half up and down and a section is curled. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um…” Nerves got to him, leaving him speechless. He cleared his throat. “I wanted to walk with you to school.” A wide smile formed on your face. You opened the door wider for him to enter inside. “Your parents aren’t home?”

“They left early this morning for a business trip,” you answered. “They’re usually away, so I typically get to have the house to myself. Pretty neat, huh?”

“Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“It does, but you won’t let me get lonely. Right Kento?” Nanami blushed. You giggled and kissed his cheek before going up the stairs. He followed you. Your bedroom is brighter, painted a lilac color with light gray and purple bedding. You had a large bookshelf filled with books and a desk with a laptop and cluttered books on top. Along with that, there’s a mirror against the wall. “Get yourself comfortable, Kento! I’m just gonna finish my hair.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Take your time.”

He laid on your bed. It was so soft that he felt like he was on a cloud. His arms rested behind his head as he looked over at you at your desk. He blushed watching you curl your hair. No matter what you do, you were beautiful in his eyes. He smiled. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

“You always had long hair,” he commented.

“I thought you like girls with long hair?” you asked curiously.

“I just like you,” he said. You turned away blushing a deep red, finishing up your hair. Nanami chuckled, watching your reaction from your mirror.

“Well,” you said as you stood up from your chair. You twirled around, your hair flowing with you. “What do you think, Kento?” Nanami stood up and walked towards you. He curled a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Beautiful,” he said. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “All ready to go now?” You nodded. Nanami took your backpack off the floor and your textbooks that lay on your desk. Both of the backpacks rested on his one shoulder and he used his right arm to carry both of your textbooks. He held his hand out for you when you two reached the front door. “Let’s go.” Happily, you took his hand and left. You playfully swung both of your arms.

“You sure you never had a girlfriend, Kento? Seems like you know what you’re doing,” you asked curiously.

“I watch how my father takes care of my mother,” he said. “And so, I decided that I have to take it up a notch.”

“Your parents raised you well,” you said happily and kissed his hand.

Nerves started to build up within Nanami the closer they were to the school. He was about to let go of your hand, but you held it tighter. Whispers surrounded you two and curiosities filled the students. The females awed at the sight of the two of you but the males gave Nanami a look.

“Really? You chose him over me?” Gojo questioned with a pain expression. You ignored him, dragging Nanami with you to your lockers. “Oh, is my pretty lady playing hard to get? How did nerdy boy do it? Huh?” Gojo was about to hold you, but Nanami was swift and tightly held Gojo’s wrist.

“Don’t touch my girl,” he said. His voice was low, but even you can hear the slight malice in them. Your heart skipped a beat. You were ready to stop Gojo yourself, but your boyfriend beat you to it.

“And you’ll do what? Nerdy boy is gonna cry and beg me to leave her alone?”

“Hey! Quit making fun of him!” you yelled at Gojo, causing eyes of the students to divert to you three. “You’re being such a huge jackass right now. Leave my boyfriend alone. He’s a way better man than you.”

“Oh come on, babe! You never even gave me a chance!”

“I told you, I don’t date just anyone,” you said with your arms crossed. Nanami watched you. Your eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip jutted out. If that was you angry, he wouldn’t mind making you angry every now and then. All he could think of was just kissing those pouty lips of yours.

Gojo slightly put his sunglasses down, eyeing Nanami. He took one step closer, far enough where you don’t have to intervene.

“I’ve known her since we were in diapers,” Gojo said. “That’s why she tolerates me and I mess with her. And I let her yell at me. Don’t break her heart. I’ll break your goddamn face if you do.” Nanami confidently nodded.

“And stop making him do your homework. Do your own homework. Both you and Suguru. Treat my man with respect,” you said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Give Kento a chance.”

“Yes ma’am.” You smiled and patted Gojo’s head like a well-behaved puppy.

“Good boy.” You then held Nanami’s hand. “Let’s go Kento.”

You let Nanami lead the way and to your surprise, he led you to an empty stairwell. Nanami gently closed the door and brought you into the corner under the stairs. You were about to speak, but Nanami cupped your face and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same intensity. When Nanami pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Thank you for defending me.”

“I told you that I tell off the people who aren’t nice to you,” you said. Nanami smiled and kissed your forehead.

“I promise that I’m going to be the best for you. I’ll be a man that you deserve,” he said softly as his gaze never left you and his thumb gently caressed your cheek. “And if you want me to change, I’ll change for you. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“You’re so sweet Kento,” you said with a smile. “You don’t have to change for me, silly. Just be you. You are the best for me right now.”

Ten years passed. You happily smiled when Nanami made it to the lobby. The two of you finished work, but you stayed the extra hours because you wanted to wait for your boyfriend. He gave you a tired smile and a kiss on the lips as he held you tightly by the waist.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asked.

“Fantastic now that you’re here,” you answered.

“How’s the meeting with my father?” you asked excitedly. The fact that your parents adore Nanami and immediately found him like a son brought a rush of relief to you when he first met them. And once you two went to the same college, they were adamant that he was going to run your parents’ business with you by his side. So now, he’s training under your father.

“Your father is impressed with me,” he said. “So, it definitely went well.” Your smile brightened. Nanami opened the passenger door for you. ‘He never changes,’ you thought happily. Nanami Kento is still the smart and quiet teenage boy you met. But he became a little more outgoing (thanks to Gojo and Geto). His appearance changed from the lean, long blonde hair boy to a masculine man with shorter blonde hair that he likes to part and push back away from his face. He is still a gentleman as ever, if anything, he became sweeter to you over the years if that was even possible.

“I hired Satoru and Suguru,” you said. “That’s okay with you, right?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he said. “They came a long way and proven their worth for the company.” You sighed in relief. “Want to go the café where we confessed each other in high school?”

“Yes please!”

The two of you sat happily by the window. Excitedly, you took a bite of the croissant filled with sweet cream and berries. Your body relaxed while Nanami felt fulfilled to get a bite of his favorite sandwich. “This place has yet to disappoint,” you said. “10 years later, and its just the same as ever.”

“It is our place,” Nanami said softly as he held your hand. You blushed. It definitely was. The two of you would go to the café weekly after school, even during your college days. “Close your eyes.” You eagerly nodded and did. You wonder what he could surprise you with. You didn’t notice anything on him. But when you felt something slide on to your left ring finger, you immediately opened your eyes. Nanami held a nervous look on his face. His cheeks were pink and he shyly avoided your gaze.

Your eyes slowly moved down to your finger and noticed a diamond engagement ring. You couldn’t help but look up at Nanami with tears welding in your eyes.

“Kento,” you whispered.

“I wanted to propose here,” he said. “But there’s a lot of people right now, so I couldn’t go on one knee. But I also got impatient and—” Nanami stopped himself and took a deep breath before looking at you with confidence. “Sweetheart, will you marry me?” A smile spread across your face and you wiped your tears away.

“Yes, Kento. I’ll marry you,” you answered happily. Nanami leaned forwards to cup your face and gave you a quick, passionate kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”.

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen #nanami fluff #nanami jjk #nanami fanfic #kento nanami #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jjk kento #nanami #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk au #jjk fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader

[sorrowfulrosebud]

I read your newest post and i was thinking… how would bakugou and the pups react if reader gets hurt. Like someone does it or just accident?

ANON. ANON. PLEASE.

Content: babies and papa get defensive over injured mama

Genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Honestly, I don’t think it matters how badly you’re hurt, you’re still gonna have 4 small pups and one big papa crowd around you worriedly as they all try to nurse your wound.

If it’s a way more serious wound or illness, each pup is sat around you bleary eyed, even your menace of a daughter, Kokoro. They forget that Katsuki is in the house creating you some medicines and fulfilling food, and let out small growls when they hear him come back to your bedroom.

Each puppy gets very worried and tries not to leave your side, even dragging in their blankets and pillows to sleep next to your big bed (even though Katsuki always picks them up and places them gently in between the both of you). Needless to say, Katsuki is also hyper protective of you, always growling at little noises and keeping you cuddled up next to him so he could keep you safe and warm.

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“Katsuki, I told you I’m fine! It’s just a little bruise from when I slipped down the porch stairs,” you gently reassured your husband as he was poking about your side. Sure enough, there was the starting of a fairly big bruise, deepening purples and hints of green.

“Is mama gonna be okay?” Your youngest pup, Keiko, whimpered with tears in his eyes, clutching the soft fur of his tail for comfort.

Your third pup, Kokoro, looked at her brother with a devilish grin.

“Oh no Keiko! Mama hit herself too hard so now she won’t be able to walk!” She exclaimed and feigned a pained look. The tears spilled down Keiko’s face as he started to sob and pushed himself into your lap.

“Oh no, mama’s dying!” He sobbed loudly into your dress, clutching the skirt and shoving his face into your chest. You gave your daughter a glare as you rubbed your sobbing pup’s ears.

“No baby, I’m not dying. Mama was silly and slipped but I promise you I’m alright, see! I just have to take it easy,” you smiled at your pup and gently rubbed the tears from his face. Katsuki took your son from your lap and bounced him on his hip.

Your eldest, Akira, glared at Kokoro, an angry pout and folded arms as Kokoro glared back and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Hey hey, cool it brats,” Katsuki hummed into Keiko’s ear. “Jus’ means that we gotta make sure that mama stays in bed and we gotta take care of her.”

Katsuki looks up with a devious grin at all of his pups, who were each grinning back.

“Katsuki, it’s only a bruise baby. I’ll be fine, I don’t need to stay in bed!” You waved your arms about as each pup prowled their way on to the bed before jumping at you with kisses and cuddles.

“KATSUKI! HELP! I’M SURROUNDED BY OUR DEVIL CHILDREN” you squealed as your babies tickled you, tears of laughter pouring down your face as Katsuki gives you another menacing look.

With a squeak and a roar of his name, Katsuki flung you back over his shoulder before ripping open your fluffy duvet and plonking you back on the right side of the bed, before wrapping you up in the blanket and cuddling you to keep you in your new prison.

“C’mon pups, come keep mama warm!” Katsuki’s tail whomped against the bed as your children pounced on you once again and smothered you and Katsuki in kisses and cuddles.

Each small pup slowly began rubbing their eyes after their attack on you and let out tiny yawns. Four tiny bodies slotted themselves into you and Katsuki, teeny tails letting out the occasional wiggle as you gently petted and kissed each head. Katsuki nudged you with his head, a little pout on his face. You let out a giggle at your husband’s jealousy.

“What, my big handsome alpha wolf? Are you jealous of the attention I’m giving our devil children?” You grinned teasingly at your baby of a husband. Katsuki let out an annoyed huff and rolled his eyes at you.

“Maybe.” He mumbled with a hint of blush on his face. You internally awed at your pup of a husband and indulged him in some pets of his own.

A blissed out look appeared on his face as you stroked his fluffy hair and he sunk further into your chest.

“I lub you,” he sighed contentedly with his face smushed into your tits, two small puppies sleeping cozily on his lap. Gentle lips pressed a final good night kiss into his fluffy crown.

If this was how you were going to be treated when you’re injured, then you definitely weren’t complaining.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #bakugou #wolf bakugou x reader #wolf bakugou #papa wolf katsuki

[putschki1969]

Hello Puts!

I don't think I have seen you share your thoughts about Keiko's latest single. I personally really enjoy this release and I am curious how you feel about it?

Ugh, yeah, you got me there🫣I've been uncharacteristically quiet about Keiko's 「夕闇のうた」. Quite frankly, I've just not had enough positive things to say to warrant a proper review😭. As most of you probably know, I do not get any pleasure from lingering on stuff I don't particularly like, I simply move on and prefer to focus on things I actually enjoy. But hey, since you asked, I might as well write up a few things that have been going through my mind.

Disclaimer: Needless to say, this is all just my personal opinion. I am by no means an expert on music or singing, I am just a fan who is very invested in my girls but due to having a very specific taste, not everything works for me but of course that doesn't mean that it won't work for anyone else.

Let's start with the single's A-Side 「夕闇のうた/Yūyami no Uta」. It's not like I hate the song or anything, objectively it's a decent track, I just can't really get into it. There are some songs and melodies that immediately resonate with me, others grow on me over time and then there are some I need to hear performed live to properly appreciate them. In this case, none of these options apply unfortunately. We got our very first snippet way back at the end of November and to be honest, that didn't do much for me which already kinda tempered my excitement. Ever since then the song has had time to marinate but I haven't been able to warm up to it. Even the live performance at last year's Kaji Fes didn't have a noteworthy effect on me. My last hope was hearing the full studio version but my reaction was once again rather lukewarm. The visuals of the PV helped a bit to get me into a good mood for the song but ultimately, I was pretty much underwhelmed. And the worst thing is, I struggle to pinpoint what exactly is bothering me about the song. One thing I am definitely not a fan of is the overly rushed and repetitive drum-beat in the verses, for some reason I feel like it clashes a bit with Keiko's singing and cheapens the overall vibe of the song but that could just be my personal impression. I prefer a good build-up to a chorus and I don't think we are getting it here. Speaking of the chorus, the structure of the chorus doesn't work for me or maybe it's the melody (lack thereof?) that doesn't appeal to me? Not sure exactly but it's not giving me what I would have liked. The first part starting with "inori" is pretty generic and then we get a sort of crescendo for "utau/fureru" which feels oddly out of place, especially when it transitions right into the scat singing. Maybe there is too much different stuff going on or it's all happening too fast but it doesn't have the impact on me which it probably should have. I am usually a big fan of Keiko's scat singing, I mean, her yay- yay-yay part in YK's "vanity" or Kalafina's "Door" regularly gives me an eargasm so why the hell does it leave me so unimpressed in "Yūyami no Uta"???!!! I guess it's more of a combination of the melodic arrangement and the accompanying scatting which makes songs like "vanity" or "Door" so much more epic for me....? As for the bridge, it's okay I suppose. In her interviews, Keiko has mentioned multiple times how her progress as a vocalist has made it possible to tackle all these high parts and that just a few years ago, Yuki Kajiura would have assigned Yuriko Kaida or one of her other chorus singers to sing those sections. Keiko's higher registers are a hit and miss for me, sometimes they work, other times not so much. Here she sounds perfectly fine and I fully understand why YK would feel confident to let Keiko handle this on her own. But again, the whole part is just meh and by now I am convinced that it is because the song doesn't have a sufficiently nice melody to provide a good base for Keiko's singing.

I want to continue with 「夕闇のうた Special Edit ver.」 because I honestly feel like we have been robbed of something really good here. Whoever decided to bypass this in favour of the normal version should really start questioning their life choices. I am not saying that this version is perfect (we don't even get all that much to form an opinion on it) but from what I hear, it is superior in many ways and would have worked better as an ending (edit: apparently, it has actually been used as ED on the 3rd ep). That gorgeous strings intro alone takes the song to a whole new level, making it so much more melodic. And the somewhat obtrusive drums feel way more toned down here since they are introduced at a later point of the song to create more of a proper build-up towards the chorus. The chorus itself is pretty much the same from what I can tell but I wonder what the bridge and the remainder of the verses would have sounded like in this style. The ending verse of the song also works a lot better for this special edit, wish they had included all of it starting from "itoshii" and then concluded it with another strings section.

Now all that's left to talk about is the single's B-Side, 「燈命/Tōmei」. This song is a big no-go for me so I'll keep it short. The composition, arrangement and lyrics were all done by Saku who has previously worked with Keiko on "Ray" (Lantana), "Sakura wo Goran" (dew) and "YOUR" (CUTLERY). He was only in charge of the arrangement for"Sakura wo Goran" but out of those three songs, "Tōmei" feels closest to this one in terms of vibe and overall blandness. I've come to enjoy "YOUR" quite a bit (even if I am not so happy with some of Keiko's higher notes) and "Ray" is decent too but my entire body outright rejects songs like "Sakura wo Goran" and "Tōmei". Sorry🙈I don't even know what else to say. I listened to it and immediately was like, nope, next one please.

Phew, this turned out longer than expected. I feel shabby for going on and on about all the stuff I didn't like but oh well, what's done is done. Moving on...

#kalafina #keiko #reply #review #夕闇のうた #yūyami no uta #燈命 #Tōmei

[lesbiangenkai]

best weirdo kurama moments

eavesdropping on the roof across from yusuke’s house just to see if a total stranger thought he was a good boy

coming out the bushes at genkai’s when they’re all arguing about going to demon world . how long was he standing there

coming out of nowhere when they’re all talking right before the DT finals. how long was he standing there

telling everyone his mom is getting remarried only to prove he wasn’t an imposter. he didn’t even send out invitations like a normal person

the 86 times he manipulated hiei into doing something instead of just asking

when he called his mom from demon world and she was like oh there was an earthquake near our house are you okay and he was like “ahaha no there wasn’t” as if she couldn’t fact check that by asking literally anyone else in their neighborhood

‘i reap what i sow’ while a plant is eating him from the inside

when he started laughing cause genbu’s head was where his dick should be

taking time during his matches to talk his enemies ear off to learn their weakness but also bc he doesn’t have a therapist

whenever he mentions how good his sense of smell is. don’t like that

after killing amanuma he’s like NO I’M NORMAL I’M FINE and then goes apeshit on elder toguro

every time he loses a game to kuwabara and starts pouting bc he can’t beat a psychic

having a crush on a girl who marathons ghost adventures while being a literal demon who knows that ghosts exist

when zeru is trying to flex and kurama’s like "this guy thinks he’s so tough but fights in the human world what has demonkind come to”

he and kuwabara deciding to trick yusuke into thinking botan and keiko were dead

stringing yomi along for months aiding him in his demon world coup only to walk out like ‘nah i’m actually over this’ the second yusuke showed up

in general seriously contemplating being a demon world king and then being like tee hee :) i was just playin

when he tried killing karasu with a plant that looked like That????????

thinking it was totally okay to just die because his mom got a new boyfriend like if there’s any evidence kurama is in fact having teenage reactions to things this would be exhibit a

the way he was thinking he might really have to kill kaito but then made a silly face instead

#yyh #there's probably more but this list is already so long. there's so much wrong w him

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 1

Propaganda under the cut

Juno

She's honestly a way deeper character than people give her credit for, her arc is that of acceptance and being true to your heart despite what society thinks of you. Oh yeah and for the record she doesn't stand in the way of Lougosi because of her crush on Legoshi because I honestly think that she was more in love with the idea of being in a same species relationship than she was with Legoshi himself. I'm talking about the part where she falls for Louis and struggles with the knowledge that if she actually pursues him she's gonna be seen as a freak and never reach the social status she strives for. There's a lot to discuss with her character arc but NOOOO let's all just laugh at how she gets no bitches because Beastars fans see Juno as a joke. (I'm not mad I'm not mad it's fine it's fine)

shes cool but she doesnt have good chemistry with her canon love interest and therefore the fandom chalks her up to having no personality whatsoever. they see her as either an obstacle or a sex object basically

Done dirty by the writers and fandom alike

Keiko O'Brien

Certain People I Could Name insist on shipping her husband with the annoying twink doctor Julian Bashir because of the friendship they develop over the series. I maintain that O'Brien would never cheat on his wife, let alone with another man, and the response is often "they're in a polycule together!!!" which is even more out of character. Everyone please show my girl Keiko some more respect 😤

Wife of chief engineer Miles O'Brien, who is shipped with the chief medical officer, Julian Bashir. Show itself veered into misogyny regarding her and her marriage, manifesting as Miles constantly complaining about her and her encouraging him to go hang out with Julian and leave her and their daughter alone. Fandom responded to this by creating the "O'Brien polycule" including Keiko, Miles, Julian, and first officer Kira Nerys (who has another strange semi-romantic subplot with both O'Briens). Really, though, it just exists to have Julian/Miles without reckoning with Miles having to cheat to get there. I, too, was guilty of this in the past. Keiko had the potential to be a very interesting character (and started to be, early in the show) but it was never realized. She deserved better :(

keiko is a lovely lady and astrobotanist who had a whole romance with and married the more main character miles obrien but now frequently people sideline her to (semi-jokingly?) ship miles with his friend julian. she’s not the best written character and she deserved so much more from the narrative, but it still feels weird that the fan joke about her is always how much she is constantly encouraging her husband to cheat on her (which to be fair does happen a few times but not That much)

#round 1 #poll #juno beastars #beastars #keiko o'brien #star trek

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

You know, the thing that pisses me off the most about the Enterprise finale is not Trip's terrible death, or that the crew doesn't even have a proper POV during their finale episode. Sure, these things makes me very angry, but the one thing that makes me see red, you know what it is?

It's the presumption that if the franchise were to be given a goodbye to a not known lenght of time, the ones who had to send it off had to be the TNG crew and none of the other series deserved this honor, as if the other ones - even the Enterprise crew, the one show doing the goodbye - were not worth it.

I'm having a similar feeling watching the third season of Star Trek: Picard, considering they wrote off the entire cast of the series, with the exception of Raffi and Seven. It does feel like once again the TNG crew is kicking out the cast of the original show to insert themselves in there at the end.

But it's not the same because it's a Picard series and Picard was the main TNG character!

Yes, I see this point, somewhat agree with it but. It's not the same. Because this is Picard twenty years after his captain years, and it's about who he is now. We saw him make new friends, a new family in the two previous seasons, and this is now all cast out, as if it was all worthless.

And you see, I'm not actually against the inclusion of the TNG crew in Picard's last season. I think it makes sense to include them; they are Picard's family, after all, and Nemesis left several loose ends. What I'm against is the exclusion of the original cast, when they should have been kept IN ADDITION to the TNG crew being brought back.

But it's too many characters to write about!

Deep Space Nine had NINE main characters (Sisko, Dax, Kira, Bashir, Odo, O'Brien, Quark, Jake, Worf), three main antagonists (Dukat, Winn, Female Founder) and a TON of supporting cast (Garak, Damar, Leeta, Rom, Nog, Morn, Keiko, Kasidy, Ziyal, Martok, Weyoun, Vic Fontaine...) and they managed to juggle it all just fine. More than fine.

But they have to work with much less episodes!

I see this point. It's true; only ten episodes it's not a lot of time when there used to be 26 episodes per season, but you know what? It's still a body of work with almost ten hours of duration. This is just a little less than the hours of the LOTR trilogy, and see the size of the universe and the storylines you're capable of creating with roughly the same timeframe.

If they focused on what matters and if they were to write it well, it is more than possible to juggle many characters and do a good work while you are at it.

Elnor should have been in this season; he could be a foil to Jack, since he sees Picard as a father figure. So should have been Soji, especially now that Data is back; I think he deserves to know he has a daughter. They never should have gotten ridden of Rios. Borg Queen Agnes is very plot relevant, but she's nowhere to be seen.

I'm glad that Raffi has been in this season and its a joy to see her with Worf, but it leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth that her romance with Seven seems dead to me. Trek has a terrible record with queer characters, and Seven and Raffi are the first lesbian couple in the whole franchise (and the only main ones apart of Jennifer and Mariner in Lower Decks), and even if they had highs and lows, at least season two bothered to give them time together and interactions. They barely were in the same room together during this season.

The constantly barbs to the early seasons like the way Troi and Riker talked about their home life, the way they ignore Borg Queen Agnes whole existence... this season seems do disdainful of its predecessors, and even if they were full of flaws, this seems so unfair to me. Especially when this season have such a a weak plot being held together only by the talent and the charisma of the TNG crew, it's really not a good look. The story is weak, it's repetitive, it doesn't make sense when you think about it for too long.

And you know what it's sad? Man, I LOVE the TNG crew. In fact I love TNG; apart from Deep Space Nine, it's my favorite Star Trek series. I prefer it even over TOS. It makes me sad to see them being brought together again so messily, and in detriment of everything the Star Trek: Picard series had previously established, especially when you can see the ways it could have been good.

#my internet connection was down yesterday so i wrote this whole rant down lmao #long post #picard spoilers #star trek picard #Star Trek: Picard

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

hi! I read your hiei fic the other day it was really good ^_^!

Could I req a fem!former delinquent!sweetheart!reader with Kurama and Hiei (together is preferred but seperate is fine) thank youu!

also to go in detail - yusuke and kuwabara knew her and feared her (without knowing that she was a girl and actually pretty caring unless you wronged her) then yusuke wanted to fight her and they met up. eventually became a part of team urameshi!

thank you again!

.. reimi

Aw thank you! I'm always glad to see some yyh lovers on here <3

Also since this was like the 80s-90s, I think the 'never hit a woman' thing was even more relevant to them lol

If y'all want part two lemme know! <3

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

Check out my kinktober!

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐞𝐢 - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭

Bastards.

Can a girl not just be minding her business on the rooftop on her own, without being bothered? This had become your safe space, somewhere you could just forget about these losers that were just looking for a fight.

"Hey! Yuuri!"

That's not your name anymore, but okay.

"'s not my name, asshole."

Somehow people had never connected the dots that you weren't a man. It's a fucking mystery where that little gold nugget of gossip even came from. It's not like you were uniquely masculine looking, you were just very androgynous, and it's not your fault that men's clothes are smarter, more comfortable and made to last longer. Fuck women's clothes, seriously.

You have long hair, but you suppose that people just think you're a cute femboy, like that Shuichi kid from the next school over.

Thus, you had been dubbed "Yuuri", since the general public apparently couldn't be bothered to remember your real name.

Finally, long legs hidden by baggy men's suit pants in a deep black stretch out, knees cracking when you stand. Yusuke doesn't even flinch. Boy, what a trooper.

One would have to be living under a rock, under the ocean, and under another rock to not know who this infamous troublemaker is. This day was bound to come, this guy's probably been in bare-knuckle fist fights with grizzly bears, at this point.

Oh boy, you never know how they'll take the news you're about to break.

"You know, I'm not Yuuri anymore, right?"...

"Meet me in the parking lot in ten!"

"I have class in five minutes"

Your words are lost on him, and you sigh, knowing you're about to stand the poor guy up on what's probably his first date. Poor thing. There's no way in hell you're gonna meet that asshole. He just can't take a hint for the life of him. Just how long has Keiko had that crush on him for?

"Listen, I'm not "meeting up" with you. I'm not in the business of hurting people anymore-"

Let me have my character development arc, asshole.

Nothing more can be said as you walk straight past the little delinquent. Though, he does bristle in offence at your casual dismissal. Maybe you should've rejected him slowly... 'it's not you, it's me...'

Yeah, right.

-

The two of you do end up meeting anyway, curse you and your curiosity, and you now stand in front of Yusuke with the most unimpressed, 'look, you've got the wrong idea' expression.

Meanwhile, Yusuke is looking aweful proud of himself, and it seems he rolled up with the whole pussy patrol. Of course Shuichi is here, whom you know about because of various contacts that keep tabs on suspicious people for you. And oh, boy, is this redhead suspicious after he caught every single contact of yours with ease, and even more so now that he's groupied with Yusuke, of all people.

Kuwabara obviously wouldn't have missed this for the world, but the fourth guy is simply a mystery to you. Mystery short stack wears only black, like you even despite the school dress code, and as soon as you tilt your head in curiosity at him he immediately looks away. Wierd.

The matter at hand is that Yusuke Urameshi wants to fight you, yet you're not willing to go back to starting shit for no reason. It was just too much hassle, and the second your friends and family got dragged into it was when you called it quits.

"Look, whatever dick measuring contest you think this is, I'm not into it, man."

"Yeah, whatever, man! Come on over here and get your ass-kickin', that smug face a' yours says 'kick me' all over it!"

"You know I'm a woman, right?"

The shocked silence that follows is comical, really.

Yusuke and Kazuma had known of you for a while now, and heard of your feats through others that they had left as pulp on the ground, and were genuinely curious about you. Of course, they never knew the were picking a fight with a woman. As much as they like to promote equality, part of them still cringe at the thought of going against the one rule in the book. Never hit a woman.

Everywhere you look, eyes are wide like dinner plates. Everyone seems genuinely caught off guard, even Hiei and Kurama weren't expecting this. They had just come to see Yusuke get his ass handed to him.

"Why is this such a shock to you people?! Do I really look like a man to you?! Am I ugly?!"

"No- no! You- uh- well..."

Kuwabara steps in to save him, and fails miserably.

"We just thought you were one of those really pretty boys- l-like Kur- I mean- Shuichi..."

This is starting to fuck with you now. At the sight of what Yusuke now knows to be an upset woman in front of him, he cringes. Kuwabara's going on about how rude he is for making a girl cry, even though you're not crying, and like he didn't assume you were a man as well, but he's just background noise.

Somewhere in his head he connects the dots, thinking of every woman he knows and how unexpectedly violent they get when they're angry.

"Actually, that makes sense, you know."

-

After this turn of events you had actually forgiven this particular group, and the memory of when they all thought you were a man is now a long running joke between the four of you.

At some point, you'd pointed out to 'Useless Urameshi', as you had dubbed him, that he should talk to Keiko because she likes him, and it was getting a little painful to watch them dance around eachother like idiots.

You had grown especially close with Hiei and Kurama after being sucked into one of their demon-hunting escapades, and although the short tempered fire demon had been especially cold at first, it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before. He was just having trouble opening up to you. Kurama warned that it might take a while to get through to him.

Nonetheless, you had patience, or at least more than you did before you had stopped being a delinquent.

In reality, the group thought you were an absolute sweetheart, and even a bit of a doormat at times, but the second you lost your patience it took a while for them to convince you not to commit murder in the first degree. Even Hiei was genuinely surprised at how unnecessarily angry you could get for just an otherwise ordinary human girl, even despite your slight spiritual awareness.

Despite your temper, the group adored you, and you adored them. Kurama often joked that you were his favourite human because of the behemoth strength behind "such pretty eyes". Butterflies invaded your stomach when he said that and they never left.

The two demons especially took a liking to you, since you treated them so well, and it was obvious to everyone except you, that they were competing for you, ironically. It's like Yusuke and Keiko all over again. He's still haunted by the name you gave him. 'Useless Urameshi- What an ass.' he would think.

#hiei x reader #kurama x reader #yyh x reader #yyh hiei #yyh fanfiction #yyh kurama #hiei #kurama #yu yu hakusho x reader #yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho imagines

[bisaster-energy]

you can tell me about your idea!!!

thank you so much 😭 it's kinda long sorry

SO i was listening to a song my sister like (Valerie, Amy Winehouse) and there's this line about ginger hair and it was just so specific ig it stuck with me? so im thinking man who do i know with red hair...DUH KUWABARA!!!

nearly every song i listen to gets assigned a character or ship or relationship of some sort idk why but yeah once i fixated on the hair i was able to expand on the rest of the song and a sort of idea settled in the back of my head about kuwameshi

we all know kuwabara is always the one getting left behind but what if while he's off doing his thing yusuke also feels that sense of loss? an absence even though it was his decision to up and leave. it makes no sense cos hey! you felt the need to go back to the demon realm bro but he cannot help how he feels left behind in some illogical sense. i made some notes 😤😤

centers round the time where yusuke goes back to makai after the whole sensui debacle and kuwabara is getting his education studying in prep for college (hell yeah boy !!) not sure if the timelines even match up like that but i literally dont care

i'm working under the canon divergence that keiko really did decide she's not gonna wait for urameshi like that but ofc she's still his bestie and he loves her sooooo much <3

so he's going back. he's a demon now so he feels drawn to the culture. it's a side of himself he's never known after feeling so othered ofc he's interested right?

i mean sure he grew up with other humans but almost everyone hated him/was scared of him ironically he was called a demon or monster or wtv

reactions like that are why he almost decided not to come back to life in the first place!! it wasn't a welcoming atmosphere and even his home didn't feel great cos his mom isn't exactly the mothering type

im all for deadbeat moms but the neglect will fuck a kid up. demon heritage or not

and he loves her and all but it's just all fucked up at home so he ended up wandering around a lot being mad about his shitty life and he likes fighting so that's what he did!

and obviously in makai this behavior isnt like. crazy or uncalled for

but yeah the only connections he's got to ningenkai is his mom, keiko (her parents by extension) and of course kuwabara; the only friends he managed to not scare off

anyway. you get it. so yusuke is back in makai and without his permission his mind keeps wandering to kuwabara who he hasn't seen in let's say. a year and some change? i'll decide later but A While

and like. last time he was in the demon world kuwa was WITH him yknow? like yeah the world was ending but it feels weird without him even if he is having a blast fighting with his new demon buddies and acquaintances

so he's a little distracted when he literally came here to fight he cant even focus on it

"how is college prep treating him? are the teachers there just as bad as middle school? did he make new human friends? a girlfriend?" basically he's spiraling over changes he might be missing out on this very moment

there's a bunch of talk in the song where the singer wonders if valerie dyed her hair if she's busy if she ever paid that fine if she sold her house if she got a man so that's where i got it lol

yusuke doesn't have to worry about kurama and hiei cos hey they're from here and have lived way longer and they actually do visit but who knows what typa shit could be happening to kuwa right now

ofc he can take care of himself he's really strong but yusuke can't help but remember that time he let kuwabara go when he shouldn't have and he almost died because he wasn't there and yeah. he's worried. sue him

so it's half worry half wistfulness and maybe some other secret third thing and when hiei and maybe kurama (depending on how the idea forms as i write) come to visit or maybe they're also participating wtv

he cant help but think well kuwabara could be here with us if he really WANTED to :/ he's got the jigen to down pat by now so...why hasn't he...

and those old but ever remaining insecurities resurface about how people don't wanna be around him they think he's a nuisance at best no good waste of time a trouble maker. keiko already dumped my sorry ass so who knows maybe kuwabara just...wisened up

hiei and kurama are like this bitch is back on his bullshit (affectionate)

they manage to weedle his worries out of him hiei ofc trying to act like he doesnt really care (he cares a lot) "you must not have much faith in kuwabara if you think he'd abandon you just from some time apart. and i thought HE was the oaf between the two of you"

kurama with his fox self is like "well yes hiei is right of course kazuma is too loyal to do something like that. but he is human...the only human of us now."

yusuke is like wth is that supposed to mean on the defensive even tho kurama is their friend and hasn't even said anything untrue and hiei narrows his eyes a bit maybe but is still acting like this doesn't really concern him

"i just mean that...from what i've learned about humans over the time i've spent with them...time feels different. we demons live such long lives that when faced with the human lifespan well...it can be laughable to some. that's why demons can be so callous about their lives."

yusuke just wants him to get to the point ofc "what i'm saying is we don't need a lot of contact with each other to keep relationships fresh and healthy but, kuwabara might be a little different. 3 years will do nothing to your bond but...i do worry about longer periods..."

and he seems to just trail off and it just gets quiet and a little sad and hiei isn't looking at them anymore

kurama starts again pretty cheerfully tho "well, don't worry! i'm planning on staying in the human world for quite some time once i'm done with this visit! i do have the company to take care of so i'll make sure to see kazuma all the time! i'll even send him a message from you if you want to say anything :)"

kurama has deliberately been using kuwa's first name knowing damn well urameshi doesn't even use it because this dude is not JUST a sweetie he's a fucking master manipulator. gaslight gatekeep bbg

yusuke is like okay yeah no new plan i'll just go see him now. no need for a middle man thanks anyway and then he's just gone. left the tournament early. like bruh that's what you came here for 😐

so yeah he's breaking into kuwa's house next thing you know and ofc he goes through the window not the door like a normal person and he just kinda stops short because he hasn't seen his friend in what feels like forever even though it's only been like a year or so but he just looks so different

and yeah a big part might be the hair he's never seen without that popadour, long soft copper coils, and he's somehow even bigger than when yusuke left him jesus when did he get so swole? when did he have time in between all those brainiac classes

yusuke knows he's bound to look a lil different too ofc i mean they weren't kids anymore really but like. when they hell did you go and grow up?

"next time i come back is this even gonna be your house anymore? will you still wanna hang out with dropout delinquent demon urameshi?" he gets so insecure in so little time

anyway kuwabara didn't sense him at first cos yusuke isn't a threat and he never really thought he'd be coming especially not yet but when he does notice

kuwabara just gets the biggest goofiest grin he's like urameshi you dog when the hell did you get back in town you're early!!

and yusuke is significantly eased by this reaction but now he feels stupid cos he up a left everything just to what? bother kuwabara while he studies to achieve his dreams? yusuke has got no human world aspirations like keiko had. like kurama has. like kuwabara.

and ofc kuwabara looks glad to see him but he wasn't desperate enough to just show up like yusuke had just done and he feels like a pathetic loser so he pouts

he's like yeah hey man just uh. checking in. and i should probably check out hah you seem busy with your books so im gonna scram and he tries to retreat through the window

and ofc kuwa is NOT letting him get away

and there's that desperation yusuke had selfishly wanted to see. kuwabara had just grabbed him without thinking even though he'd promised himself when urameshi left he wasn't gonna just sit around waiting for his life to start when he came back

he remembers when yusuke took him into that headlock and he wanted to succeed like he said he would that day

but still he's just thinking about urameshi all the time and it's awful. he always said he was gonna beat him some day but he just wanted to be near him. but all he sees is his back, even right now

part ii cos it's too many words!

#kuwameshi #fic idea #yu yu hakusho #asks!

[hamspamandjamsandwich]

okay so

having only seen the anime and not read the manga

I really dislike Atsuko

In all fairness to her and anyone who likes her—which is completely fine obviously—my reasons are personal. When I watched this for the first time, I couldn’t tell you how angry it made me to see her neglect Yuusuke while being an alcoholic (or as they sanitize it, a lush).

This is the only opinion I have that I haven’t seen come up yet (I’m sure it’s been talked to death at some point or another). I guess I’m surprised that more people aren’t like, wow that’s awful, she was so neglectful that yuusuke almost lost his body. He acts out because she’s neglectful (and he has no father figure of course). In the first episode, it seems so clear that she doesn’t parent him much, rather he feels he must be responsible for her.

Now, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with people not feeling the same way I do. I’m certain there’s things in the manga that aren’t in the anime, so perhaps my opinion would be different if I read it. But speaking exclusively in the context of the show, it bothers me that I don’t see anyone mentioning that hey, she’s super fucking neglectful.

Neglect is abuse

Neglect is abuse

Neglect is abuse

And you can like her anyway, but I wish more people would just call it what it is—a shitty, neglectful, alcoholic parent. I have one, and let me tell you, Atsuko straight triggered me.

And no one has to agree with me either. Like I said it’s very personal and I don’t expect others to feel the same way. But like idk if you DO feel like me, I SEE YOU

PS part of why I love Keiko was her being like “what kind of parent does this?”

Answer: A shitty one

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #personal.txt #not trying to flame or be shitty at all #I really do just wanna get this off my chest #she was so upsetting to watch #I really hope the manga doesn’t do yuusuke so damn dirty

[snuggleupagus]

I 100000% agree with your “if they want a kid character, make that child Roxanne and Megamind’s kid” 😭 They would be soooo smart and resourceful!!!! And I’m also watching for the megarox crumbs!!! 🥹🤏

And yeah I wasn’t really into minions new name 🫣

Well hello, anon!

I just finished Megamind Rules last night, and while Keiko did grow on me as the show went on, I still think a MegaRox kid would have lead to a lot of really cool story ideas for Megamind and the crew.

The MegaRox crumbs WERE worth it!! Roxanne was flirty with Megamind so many times and I don't think she even realizes it 😭

It's amusing to me that a lot of folks are criticizing the show for lack of MegaRox when I actually think what we got was perfectly acceptable and, dare I say, even good? I'm glad they didn't just make Roxanne get over the whole Bernard betrayal and act like everything is fine. That would've been the easy way out IMO.

Chum also grew on me but I still call him Minion in my head hahaha

#megamind #megamind rules #megarox

[ikebanaka]

Okay so I generally believe that what Yusuke and Keiko have is real and meaningful and I ship them, because they're both weird and also arospec, in a way where they both decided to have romantic feelings about each other and called it day and for some reason that actually worked

But Yusuke is also a raging bisexual and is fully aware of that, so he has 100% had gay thoughts about all of his teammates but especially Kuwabara, which he masks by making fun of him because unlike Kurama and Hiei, he's known this guy for years and he's both straight and oblivious. Admitting to thinking he's hot would put him firmly in loser territory, because having years to put the moves on a guy and coming out the other side with the guy having zero interest in you that way is just embarrassing. Like, he's obsessed with you and still isn't into you like that. Hasn't even questioned his sexuality once in relation to you. Bad. Awful. That brief moment where Kuwabara got flustered by Kurama because he looked like a cute girl haunts Yusuke.

Keiko has to put up with this rant once a month and doesn't really get it because she has like. Negative interest in how hot people are. The hottest man alive in accordance with her preferences would mean nothing to her. But she's fine with it because Yusuke deserves to suffer sometimes lol

#yyh #urameshi yusuke #yukimura keiko #technically not kuwameshi #but in another world it might've been

[gravity-what]

Do you think the dragons-in-training (Chase, Dashi, Guan, Omi, Kimiko, Clay, Raimundo, but possibly including Jack, Jermaine, and Keiko in your AU too) ever wished they had a different element than the one they have?

If they have, which element would they specifically wish they had?

Me personally, I think that either whatever happened with that doll, Kimiko wished her element was anything but fire for a while. And I feel like as a surfer, Raimundo probably wished he could directly control the waves for a bit.

Ohhhh I definitely think some of them do!

For the actual cast I think you are right about Kimiko and Raimundo. I think Raimundo is happy with his wind ability over all but every so often thinks about how much better surfing would be with water abilities. But then he remembers he can fly and gets over it 🤣

I think Kimiko definitely has some trauma with her element that we really don’t see explored enough in the OG series and I think a part of her really wants an element that she feels isn’t so dangerous or destructive. I think she really envies Earth out of all of the options they have been introduced to.

Omi has and still does want to have ALL the elements! If he could he would be a dragon of each and every one! He would be very powerful that way!! And while ‘Wu got the Power’ made him a little more hesitant and careful with pursuing his want to use all the other elements, that want is very much still there. (He wouldn’t trade his water ability for anything though. If given the option of ‘this or that’s he would keep his water)

Clay is happy with his element and while he appreciates all of his friends elemental abilities he is happy with the element he got!

For the OG dragons:

Chase is similar to Omi in that he very much wanted to (and eventually got to) control every element. He definitely tried his hand at both Guan and Dashi’s styles in hopes of gaining control over their elements with no success. Just like Omi though he definitely thought that water was the best element there was (and told others often that it was) so he never wanted to trade it away.

Dashi didn’t want any of this. He wanted to sleep. If he got to choose he would have no elemental abilities! Fate just really didn’t like this man and now. Here he is. ‘Grandmaster’ Dashi. Giving out feng shui advice to the masses…

Guan wasn’t too sure what element he wanted for himself, all he knew was he wanted an element that was impressive enough to make his family proud and give him increased status. Sadly no element would ever truly have been good enough for his family so Earth was…fine.

For the AU kids:

Keiko likes lighting and thinks she could have gotten worse (at least she didn’t get earth or air!) but she also thinks that maybe wood would have been pretty cool to get…but over all she is pretty happy with lighting and the light shows she gets to put on with it!

Jermaine thinks that metal would have been a better option for him. He just doesn’t know much about gardening or anything like that having grown up in New York surrounded by mostly concrete and metal. He just doesn’t feel all that connected to his element (yet).

Jack is really happy with his element. He thinks it’s the best one there is and he definitely got the best of the lot! Just look at all the cool things he can make that the other losers can’t! Robot army here he comes!! (Don’t worry it’s a robot army of good this time 🤣)

#xiaolin showdown #omi #jermaine #kimiko tohomiko #Keiko #raimundo pedrosa #clay bailey #jack spicer #chase young #grandmaster dashi #master monk guan