#You know he's judging yoh

[xrenjunniesx]

the deal

lee jeno, strangers to lovers

when a boy you didn’t know all too well asks for your number, you decide to make him work for it. when he asks for the second time, you make a deal with him.

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the house party was crowded. people were bumping into one another and the smell of everyone waa unpleasant to say the least. spilt drinks and broken chips were on the floor everywhere, along with the glitter from when two girls had came in and practically thrown the glitter they said they planned to put on their dresses - but this house was for sure going to have glitter found for the next ten years at least.

you didn’t have a reason to be here, but your friend had so desperately wanted to go, so who were you to say no?

you wanted to leave within one hour, because somehow your friend got drunk instantly and was currently off with a boy equally as drunk as her, chatting it up and most probably going to spend some time in the bedrooms together.

you had spent majority of your time now doing laps of the house, trying to find someone you recognised, but there wasn’t anyone. most of the people you knew were either drunk or in their own group, which yoh didn’t want to disturb.

so when you saw jeno, one of the boys from the universities basketball team, and also the bestfriend of the guy holding this party, eyeing you from the side of the room, you gravitated towards him.

you two hadn’t spoken much at school, or ever really, but he seemed like a nice guy from what you had heard about him. other than the fact that he never dated anyone who asked him out, which pissed a lot of girls you were friends with off, you had only heard positives about the guy who was still staring at you.

once you were practically in front of him, he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer, helping you narrowly avoid a guy who was drunkly walking past. you looked up to thank him, but fell silent when he was looking at you so intently. his hand still holding yours, and at this point you weren’t sure what to think.

“you keep staring at me,” you started, to which he hummed and took a sip from his red cup. his hand let go of yours and he slipped it into his pocket, turning his whole body to face yours. “I was wondering why?”

he smiled, looking around briefly before leaning down, faces close as he whispered into your ear above the loud music. “you’re really pretty.”

when he pulled away to see your reaction, you instantly looked away and turned your body to face the crowd of people instead. he laughed under his breath and leaned into to whisper into your ear again. “could I get your number, pretty?”

“you have to work for my number, jeno.” you shot back, not even looking at him. when you did turn to see him though, he was smiling such a precious smile you almost wanted to give your number.

but you had heard enough stories of guys asking for girls numbers at parties just to never actually contact them, so you didn’t want to even bother. if he were to talk to you at school and still attempt for your number, maybe then you would give him your number.

you mainly stuck to your friends at school, and didn’t really speak to people you weren’t friends with - jeno included. so you were fully expecting jeno to not even bother to speak to you on monday, when you two were back at university.

. . .

“hey” you turn to your side and jeno was standing there with a sweet smile. he pulled the chair beside you out, eyeing you before sitting down. when he didn’t sit down yet, you realised he was asking.

“you can sit..” He sat down next to you and began to unpack his things. you just stared at him. ‘did he really want my number that badly?’ you noticed his friends came in a few minutes later and judging by their confused expression, he didn’t tell them.

one of his friends came down to the seats you two sat at. “why are you sitting here?” haechan, the guy who’s party you were at merely two nights ago, asked.

jeno turned around to face them, “I wanted to sit here.” he said, before turning back to his laptop and pressing the on button. haechan looked at you and his eyes widened slightly before he started smirking. he shoved jeno’s shoulder and told him he was sitting at the back with jaemin.

“what was that about?” you asked jeno. jeno looked at you with a slight blush on his face. ‘what was going on?’ you wondered. ‘does jeno like me or something?’

“I’m not sure, he’s just being weird again.”

you only nodded and turned your attention back to your laptop, opening up the recent writing piece you had written for this class.

as you edited your writing, you saw out of the corner of your eye, jeno kept glancing at you. you smiled to yourself. maybe you were being delusional, but this boy was awfully obvious about this crush of his. but then again, you weren’t going to say anything until you were one hundred percent sure.

“you keep looking at me, jeno,” you look at him and his eyes widen in surprise to being caught, “what do you want to ask?”

“… what do I have to do to get your number?” you grinned and leaned your arm on the back of your chair.

“you have a basketball game coming up, yeah?” he slowly nodded, already seeing where this was going. “win the game and you get my number.”

“that’s not fair, we are going against the literal best university team.” he argued but you kept smirking.

“better start training hard.” you said, looking at him with a slyest of smirks.

he rolled his eyes, and copied your position, leaning his arm on the back of his chair as he turned his whole body to face you.

“it’s unfair to only get your number, what about something else?”

“what else do you want, jeno lee?”

“a date?”

“that’s all?” you say, frowning. he looks a bit shocked but he covers it quickly by speaking up again. “what about a kiss and your number?”

“deal. but you have to win, jeno.”

“I’ll try my hardest.” he says, putting a hand on his heart making you laugh under your breath.

. . .

over the time of him preparing for the game, he continued to sit next to you in classes you had together, and you began to really enjoy his company. the basketball game had ended a few minutes ago, and jeno’s team had won by one point. At the end of the game, you saw jeno looking around the crowd fanatically, and when his eyes landed on yours, he had smiled so brightly.

you agreed to him prior to the game that if he won you would wait for him outside by his car, which you had seen so many times from when he and you walked back to the parking lot together after class.

you leaned your back against the drivers door, looking down at your phone to pass time as the parking lot gradually got more and more empty.

soon enough, you heard the basketball team cheering as they left the stadium. you put your phone in your pocket and looked up, seeing jeno in the distance, talking to haechan and jaemin.

When he looked over to his car and saw you, leaning against it with your hands crossed, looking back at him with a smile, he immediately said bye to his friends and ran across the parking lot.

you saw how his friends watched and laughed to themselves before walking over to the rest of basketball team which had gathered back up again.

“am I holding you up, jeno?” you asked as he came to your side, slightly out of breath, clearly still tired from the game.

“no, i’m not going with them tonight anyway.”

“why’s that? don’t you guys always go and celebrate after a game?”

“I’m about to celebrate with you right now, aren’t I?”

you grin and shove your hands into your hoodies pocket. “do you want my number first or the kiss?”

“the kiss.” he said, already approaching you quickly. you put your hands on his shoulders and tugged him close to you. his arms hugged your waist while your lazily kept yours over his shoulders.

he leaned down, his lips ghosting your lips. you were the one to fully connect your lips together, but he was quick to follow. you both kiss each other with such a rush and adrenaline, but it was somehow one of the best kisses you’ve had.

you heard cheering from a far but you brushed it off, hugging jeno tighter as you tilted you head to the side and continued to kiss him until you were both running out of air.

as you pulled away, jeno turned his head and looked over to his team, so you did too. the team were the ones who were cheering, and even though they had begun walking off, haechan, jaemin and a few others you didn’t recognise were cheering loudly for jeno as they walked away.

you laughed and moved one hand off from his shoulder and up to his chin, you gripped his chin and turned his head to face you again. you kissed him again but it was less fast this time.

when you pulled off his lips, he continued down to your neck, placing kisses all over your neck, which made your breath hitch in surprise.

jeno was breathing heavily when he pulled away, as you were too. you reached down to your phone and pulled it out, passing it to him once you unlocked it.

he hummed and grabbed his own phone out, passing it to you. as you exchanged numbers, you both remained quiet. when you returned his phone and got your own back, jeno spoke.

“I know this wasn’t part of the deal, but can I take you on a date anyway?” you beamed up at him with a happy smile.

“right now?” you asked, and when he said yeah, you instantly agreed. before you could walk past him to go to the other side of the car, he gripped your hips and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips still ghosting your forehead when he pulled off.

“I like you so much, you don’t even know how long I’ve been crushing on you before I even spoke to you.”

#nct #nct dream #nct dream imagine #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #jeno imagines #jeno imagine #jeno scenarios #nct jeno #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #jeno

[lutawolf]

My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 4

If you haven't read the others, they can be found here.

Ahhh, nothing gets me going like a sub wearing what their Dom picked out. That subtle ownership. Why yes, I do pick out all my husband's clothes except the dreaded work clothes. I refuse to take the blame for those tacky things.

Right off, we can easily see that this is not an M/s situation. The fact that Segasaki is asking Yoh what he wants to do, tells us exactly what we need to know. Yoh is explaining what he is going to do. That is not something a slave would ever even think to do. We can easily tell that he is a subby sub though, cause when Segasaki brings out the Dom, Yoh eases back.

OMG, that chin grab! @bl-bam-beyond pretty please gif that chin grab.

That chin grab with the "No." Ugh, how all my lovely subs doing? Are you still here? Have you been able to finish the show? Or are you stuck here on rewind?

Yoh actually questions Segasaki as to why not. Anybody still thinking Yoh a slave? Cause not to be rude, I can't fix stupid. This boy, a brat. Fuck, this whole scene is really showcasing their dynamic. "But we made a promise." "Tell her that you can't go anymore. Do it. Do you even know why you are in this house." And once again, we're back at the misunderstanding stage.

A fangirl, I see. OMG, this is adorable. Yoh is like, sure. Let's look at the tie of my Dom, bestie.

Yoh calling with Segasaki standing over him. This episode is killing me in the best possible way. Don't revive me! (No! I have not taken my ADHD meds, don't judge me!) "I was ordered to stay home." Hahahaha! Then the ahhhh, after he tells her that he will make it up to her. Letting you know he was likely just punished by Segasaki. Yes, my mind went here.

Then the reward of the head pat, "you did good."

She showed up to check on him! Woot! Haha, she is about to find out who is boyfriend is. Hahaha. I'm dying. Meanwhile, his boyfriend is like, "guess it's time for a face off." Ya'll I'm not okay. I'm laughing so hard.

And Yoho stepped over a line and got put in his place. But he is too busy having a crisis to care! 🤣🤣🤣 Her face is my favorite.

That effortless lie. He wasn't feeling well. Uh huh. I love these two dumbass friends. I need sake too!!! I'm dying. Shit, I can't breathe through the laughter.

Now it's Yoh's turn to be jealous. Ahh, he got drunk and fell asleep on the floor. The places we find comfortable when we are drunk.

Nope, he doesn't want to go to the bed. I love the outer dialogue we are getting. I really enjoy that we get Yoh's side of things and from his perspective, but this rounds it out a bit for me.

And look at that beautiful smile when Segasaki finds out she's married. "Are you in your rebellious phase." Does this sound familiar to certain people whom I will not mention by name!?! Hmmm! Brats! Stop breaking my heart! Make him stop Segasaki, make him stop!

Fuck, I love these two so much. Everything he is describing is very much a Brat Tamer. Bossy but gentle. Controlling but caring. Charming and unreasonable. Brat Tamer.

The way his squishes Yoh's face! Ahhh, these two are gonna kill me!

"It would be nice if you stayed drunk forever." Because of the honesty. Segasaki likes Yoh's quirks, but he also wants the honesty and the connection.

I need the curry story now! But apparently, I must wait. Heavy sigh.

Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know in the tags if you did. 💜💜💜 See you next time.

#my personal weatherman #taikan yoho #segasaki x yoh #luta talks my personal weatherman #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia #Youtube

[milaisreading]

Hello can I request crossdresser!y/n being in barou's place (after the u-20 match) and his family warmly welcomed her and she almost teared up Infront of them?? 😭😭

🌱🩷: THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST! THANK U🩷🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open. Also I made up the names of Barou's sisters!

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'Stay calm (Y/n)... it's just Barou's family... are they as scary as my own?! Or as uptight as Reo's?!' (Y/n) gulped as she stood near the gates of Barou's house, fidgeting the random pastries she bought on her way there.

"I can't... what if they will go in on my appearance, too? Or what if Barou's siblings start judging me like my brothers do."

Taking a deep breath, she slowly took her phone out of the pocket and dialed a familiar number. (Y/n) nervously tapped her foot, feeling like throwing up her lunch as Barou answered.

"Loser, where are you?"

"I can't bring myself to ring the doorbell!"

"What?! Why are you being so dramatic?! Just ring the doorbell!"

"I can't! My legs are frozen here at the gates... maybe I should have called you an hour ago..." She sneezed. There was short silence and (Y/n) could feel the anger bubbling up inside Barou from the other side.

'I am fucked.' She closed her eyes and moved the phone away from her ear.

"ARE YOU STUPID?! AN HOUR?!" Barou took a deep breath and she heard feet moving around and doors opening.

"I can't leave you anywhere! Stay there- Mina, stop playing with the spoon!"

"Mama, Shouei-nii is being mean!"

Those were the last things (Y/n) heard before the line went silent. She put her phone in her pocket again and looked up at the darkening sky.

'I can do it! I can do it! I can do it-'

"IDIOT! I WILL KILL YOH IF YOU GET SICK!" Barou yelled as he opened the gate, glaring over at (Y/n), who jumped in fright.

"I am too young to die! Do you know how many cuisines I didn't try yet?!" She yelled, glaring over at him.

After about 5 minutes of Barou calming (Y/n) down, they walked towards the entrance door.

"You didn't have to bring us anything... we invited you-"

"No. It's the least I can do after your parents offered dinner and a sleepover." (Y/n) quickly said back as Barou opened the door.

"Idiot..."

"Stop calling me that." She said, sending him a side glare.

"Stop being one."

"Nii-san, why are you being mean to the only normal friend you ever had?" The two stopped at the entrance and looked down at a girl with red eyes and dark brown hair looking up at them. She didn't look older than 8.

"Mina, shut up." Barou said with a red face as another girl approached them. She had brown eyes and black hair, and didn't look older than 14.

'So... these are Barou's sisters?' (Y/n) thought.

"Mina is right, nii-san. Aside from (L/n)-san, I don't know who else could tolerate you."

"Mina, Akane, shut up."

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped at how casual the three siblings were with each other, the younger two going as far to yell back at Barou. It was something she really wasn't used to.

'My brothers would break my nose if I dared to talk like this.'

Just as the siblings were about to get louder, another voice echoed through the room.

"What are you three doing there?! That's no way to welcome our guest! Especially when he is still one foot in the cold."

The four tensed up as they turned to look at a much older man, who looked similar to Barou.

'Well... seems like he got his looks from his dad...' (Y/n) looked between the older man and Barou, who huffed a little.

"Sorry, dad."

'How are they so casual?! My dad would ground me if I didn't add any honorifics.'

"Hush! All of you! The poor boy is still in the cold." A woman with brown hair and eyes walked into the hallway while looking at (Y/n) in concern, a look she didn't get from her adoptive mother ever since she arrived at the house.

'That must be Barou's mom...'

The girl shook her head and her face turned red as the family turned their attention to her.

"I...It's fine! Than-thanks for having me here!" She said nervously and bowed.

"(L/n) (Y/n), it's an honor to meet you all."

"Nii-san... how did you end up befriending such a polite guy?" Akane raised her eyebrow as (Y/n) looked back at the trio.

"What do you want to say with that?" Barou sent the middle child a warning glare.

"You are rude." Akane said back as Mina joined in on the fun.

"And you snore!"

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

Barou's father sighed as he walked over to calm the trio down, as the mother walked over to (Y/n), sending her a welcoming smile.

"Ignore them, they are like that all the time, but they mean no harm. Come in now, it's probably cold."

(Y/n) slowly nodded her head at the woman as she lead her inside and closed the door behind her.

"You really don't need to help me. Just go and hang out with Shouei." The older woman said as she watched (Y/n) cutting some vegetables. The girl shook her head and looked over at the woman.

"It's the least I can do after inviting me over."

"It's really nothing. I was happy to find out Shouei has finally found a friend... he always had a hard time finding peers to get along with."

"He did? Also, he called me his friend?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, she never thought Barou saw her as anything more than a teammate.

"Yes, Shouei is... he can be a lot... and I can see that you are pretty accepting of his nature. It's really nice to see you don't judge him for who he is." The woman's words caught (Y/n) off guard, and there was a short silence between the two.

"I really don't mind Barou's nature... it's really refreshing from what I am used to, and... judging him would just be a waste of time."

The woman looked at (Y/n) in surprise and slowly smiled while nodding.

"You are a good kid, (Y/n). I am happy to have you here. I can also see why you were picked as the team's captain."

The girl blushed a little at that as she felt her lips quiver.

'Don't come out now.'

Slowly nodding her head, she continued chopping the vegetables.

During dinner, the family would ask (Y/n) some questions about life and how Blue Lock was. The girl would answer them as honestly as possible. While mostly talking to the parents, (Y/n) never noticed Barou sending his sisters warning looks, since he knew they were about to embarrass him with whatever they wanted to say.

"So, what are your plans after Blue Lock? Do you plan on pursuing football professionally?" Barou's dad askes as (Y/n) quickly gulped down her food.

'This feels like one of those scenes where the girlfriend brought her boyfriend to meet the parents.' She suppressed a laugh as she spoke up.

"I will see... if a club offers to take me in as a player, I will gladly accept. But I do plan on finishing my studies while doing so."

"You do?"

"Mhmm. I like thinking ahead... and with a degree I have a more secure future in case something happens." She explained to the older man.

There was a short silence, and (Y/n) started to panic that she said something wrong.

"Well... now I see who the responsibile one in this friendship is." Akane laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Barou glared at her as (Y/n) grabbed his sleeve to hold him back.

"Nothing~"

"While we have the attention on me!" Mina chirped in.

"We really don't." Barou answered back.

"(Y/n)-nii! I need to tell you of the time Barou called his teacher mom!"

"Mina, shut up!" Barou's face turned red as he sent an awkward glance towards (Y/n).

"Please calm down you both. And I have to say, seeing a young boy like you being so responsible and thinking ahead is very refreshing." (Y/n) looked at the man and slowly nodded her head.

"I am sure you are a son your parents can only be proud of."

Barou noted the way (Y/n) stiffened a little and she awkwardly nodded her head.

"I guess..." She sent the man an unsure smile.

"Well, I for one am happy Shouei found a friend in you."

The man finished, leaving (Y/n) at a loss of words for a moment.

'Don't come out now... don't come out now...' She chanted to herself, holding herself back from crying.

"Sorry for my parents and sisters... they can be a handful." Barou said awkwardly as the two walked a little bit through the neighborhood after dinner. It was a calm and cold night, and (Y/n) couldn't help but find it comforting.

"It's ok... they are really kind. And they care for you a lot." (Y/n) smiled at the boy, who simply nodded his head.

"Yeah, they do.... you know, you are always welcome here." Barou blushed a little as he said the last part.

"I will note that one down." (Y/n) said, trying to make it come off as a joke, but she really meant it. Tonight was one of a kind experience for her.

'For the first time since this break started I felt like I am at home.' She smiled to herself as Barou observed her silently.

For a while, the silence stayed like that, and Barou eventually cleared his throat to speak up.

"The moon in beautiful, isn't it?"

The girl looked in surprise at Barou and then up at the moon, not noticing the red tinting his cheeks.

"It is beautiful... I didn't take you as someone who observes the moon. Should I call you Moon king from now on?" (Y/n) laughed as Barou glared at her.

"You can be unbearable sometimes."

"Thanks!"

"That isn't a compliment!"

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #crossdressing #blue lock barou #barou shouei #bllk barou #barou shoei x reader #barou x reader #blue lock requests

[lexa-griffins]

Omega Lexa works in a sex shop and provides extra services for the customers via a glory hole. Her identity is kept secret for her protection. Alpha Clarke is one of her usual clients. Clarke accidentally knots Lexa through the glory hole so they're tied together waiting for Clarke's knot to deflate

The.... visual of them then tied together through the glory is... too much. Is porncom a genre? Because that is exactly what this is ajskdkdnd

Lexa knows Clarke, she's seen her walk around the store. She's bought a few things here and there, some she assumes are for partners and not herself but Lexa has learned to not judge a book by its cover.

She visits the glory hole a few times a month. Lexa likes her. She's easy to make cum, she's always polite with her even when she can't see her. Overall, a joy of a client and of an alpha.

Lexa has had a rough week and Clarke feels good inside of her. So fucking good. She's exactly what Lexa needed to make her forget the shitty week she had, from being yelled at by an alpha after so much as implying the dildo he was buying was for him and the beta she had to comfort as she cried about the omega she cant seem to keep as he keeps running back to his ex so she thought a funner toy could help.

Clarke is good at making her forget theres a wall between them. A literal one. She stays out most of the time and lets Lexa do her job o nstead of trying to be the big dominant alpha.

Maybe if Clarke had been more in control she would have been able to realize how close Lexa was to take her and she would have been able to pull out before. Lexa is so lost in how good the stretch feels she only realizes shestaking the knot when she's past the point of no return.

"Oh my god." Its really the only thing Lexa can say as Clarke fully enters her and groans, cumming inside of her.

Fuck doesnt quite cut it.

"I- Im stuck."

Yeah, no shit, smartest alpha on earth.

"We're stuck."

"I should have pulled out, Im sorry."

"I was the one in control, I should have realized it, its my fault."

Silence.

"Are you comfortable like that?"

No, "I guess. Its not like there much we can do anyways." She's bent over and her legs are a ldittle shaky but luckily the stall is small enough she can hold herself up.

"Im sorry."

"Youve said that already."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

Lexa snorts with humor, making her body shake and a small moan to leave them both.

"How long do you usually take to go down?"

"Half an hour, one hour? Depends. My rut isnt close so it should be more on the higher end."

"Great."

"Im s-"

"Clarke if you say sorry i will punch you once i get to see your face."

"Hey i- wait how do yoh know my name?"

"Hmmm....."

"Wait, your voice.... oh my god are toh Lexa, the front desk girl?"

Lexa winces, "Hi."

Clarke's breathing seems to get slightly faster on the other side of the wall, "are you doing okay over there?"

"Yeah, yeah." A laugh.

"Whats so funny?"

"Ive had a crush on you for ages now. I had no idea it was you on that side."

"What?"

"I havent had a partner in ages. Ive been accumulating sex toys i dont even use at my house for months just to come here and see you. Oh shit that sounds really fucking creepy when i say it out loud doesnt it?"

"A little. But sweet. In a slightly creepy way."

"Oh my god this day could be going better."

"I've had worst ones this week."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But i doubt you eanna hear about it."

"Oh believe me I have nothing but time."

Its about forty minutes before they can get free. Lexa gasps at the amount of cum that leaves her before she sees a small towel being offered to her from the top of the stall door, the watch on the wrist a clear indication its Clarke.

"Sorry, i know its usually hm, a lot."

"Its alright. Idn another circumstances id probably be delighted its so much."

"Im gonna leave the at the counter and go. With extra of course."

"Oh, okay."

There's a throat clearing from the other side of the door, "Bye Lexa. For all its worth, there is no one else id rather be stuck like that with."

Lexa stops cleaning herself to stare at the closed door. She snorts again.

"I really need to stop sounding creepy dont I?"

"Yes. But it had its charm-"

"Im a creepy way." They say in unison before laughing.

"Bye Lexa."

"See ya Clarke."

Lexa listens for the bathroom door to close with a little hesitation.

By the time she's presentable, Clarke is gone and the store is empty. The money sits on the counter with an added 50$ for the whole mess. As Lexa collects the money she finds a paper with a phone number.

"I swear im less creepy face to face. X Clarke"

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger #snsksmdksmdod clarke bby you tried #this would be the plot for a racy comedy in an abo universe sjsnzzkndod

[ellayuki]

16112022 - Shaman King

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"Ah, I can't wait to meet him. Or her! Or them!"

Anna raises an eyebrow, looks down at where Yoh has his ear pressed to her belly (which is big enough nowadays for her to rest things on top of it and leave them there, and if that wasn't a surprise). "Them?"

"I mean," he shrugs, grinning blindingly up at her. Anna would slap him for his cheekiness if it didn't take too much energy that she doesn't really have, currently. "I'm a twin. It wouldn't be that much of a surprise if we had two, right?"

And just the image of it, being surrounded by three identical grins at all times of the day, makes Anna want to run away and also warms her chest and has her heart singing.

She huffs. "One is enough, especially if it's a boy."

Yoh scrunches his nose at that (and no, it isn't adorable, it just isn't). "What if it's a girl? Maybe I want a girl."

Anna would like that, a little girl with her looks but Yoh's gentle smile and his bright personality, perhaps (though as no-nonsense as Anna herself). They'd listen to Awaya Ringo together and judge Yoh's taste in everything, especially music.

Yes, she'd like that.

Only, "It's going to be a boy."

Yoh sticks his tongue out at her. "Way to spoil the surprise, there, Anna."

She can't help it. In a burst of amusement, Anna flicks his forehead. Then flicks it again at his outraged noises. "You can pick his name," she says, voice almost whisper-soft.

The mutterings from her husband stop at that, and he blinks owlishly up at her, shock written in bold letters all over his face. "Really??"

She flicks him again. "Really."

And she expects him to think about it, long and tiresome, and maybe suggest something inane or ridiculous in the end. But then again, maybe she should know better, after all this time.

"Hana," Yoh says, after barely a heartbeat. "Boy or girl or whatever, I wanna name them Hana."

And it's… It's such a Yoh thing to suggest, it really is, and Anna's heart feels like it might burst out of her chest. "Mn," she says when she finds her voice. "Hana sounds perfect."

#shaman king #asakura yoh #kyouyama anna #yohanna #yoh x anna #asakura hana #(mentioned only) #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #skfic

[oroborosdreadwalker]

Been seeing everyone making posts about quest progression in fromsoft games and about how you should have A quest log, if your that stuck just google it, i wont judge you. Let me tell you a story.

When I first played DS1 i finished the tutorial version of the undead asylum and beat the asylum demon with the nroken straight sword because thats what I thought you had to do, not avoid it and run to the doors at the top left. Got an item i could not use and didnt know how to get the stats to use it, if the boss didnt level me up what does. I find my actual weapon an Axe and the spider shield forgot its actual name(yes my first ever character was a pyromancer with the defult look) wondered why i couldmt of used that on the boss, got my sunny D and unlocked the shortcut back to the bonfire learning "oh this game has shortcuts" got my glove and beat all the enemys in the area, saw there was a door I couldn't get through and died because i forgot about one enemy and didnt heal because i didnt know what button to press. Respawned at the bonfire with no souls, questioned shit for a minute then went back to where i died and saw my souls where there, i have now learnt the punishment for dieing, and that i have one chance to grab them again, because i put 2 and 2 together with the souls i got on my way that id drop them and my other pile would despawn. Finally i get to that grand opening and realise "ooohhhh this was how i was suppost to fight it" so like a dumbfuck I RESTARTED MY FUCKING GAME TO DO IT THAT WAY" learnt about plunging attacks, and had an easier time beating him, but I didnt get the item he dropped before. SO I DELETED MY SAVE AGAIN AND DID IT THE WAY I DID BEFORE AGAIN WHY WAS 16 YEAR OLD ME SO FUCKING CONFUSING! Met the bird and got sent to firelink and finally learnt how to use my souls as they are used to level up, used what i had to boost my strength and vitality, wondered what to do so i talked to the first NPC i saw the crestfallen warrior, and got told theres two bells, ring'em thats its. Wasnt told where just one above one below. Thats was the starr of my DS adventures and taught myself "oh this game doesnt really care about you, you actually have to use your brain and remember this shit. Fuck. And that stayed with me through all the games DS2? Yup kept that in mind once i saw i wasnt going to be told absolutly anything at all until i saw my first lord soul acquired when beating the sinner. Ans realised oh i need more of these 3 kinda held your hand more i find but still got lost at some places and accidently summoned the dancer early because i accidently killed emma becuae i put my controller down for her diolouge and my right bumper got pressed enough to let lopse a heavy attack. Learnt of the consequences of killing friendly NPCs also during this i failed most NPC questlines in all the games, i failed to save solaire so he turned hostile when he found his sun, that one hurt the most, dont remember which on hurt the most in DS2, in 3 i failed greirats questline and got him killed loosing a merchant, and i failed Eileen's questline in bloodborne. Still havent played demon souls yet but want to. And in elden ring i failed Bocs questline, so yes you will fail, but you have to think, the games wont hold your hand want a quest log? Go fucking make one yourself a physical one you can put your finding in so if yoh get stuck or see something you can flip through it to see if its important. I do, ifni can find the ones i made for DS1 ill post a picture of it but im pretty sure I lost that when my second apartment burnt down.

#gaming #fromsoft games #fromsoftware #elden ring #dark souls 2 #dark souls #dark souls 3 #bloodborne #its ok to fail you learn from those mistakes #also fuck you git gud scrub fucking questlogs in a fromsoft game you should become a comedian

[literaphobe]

i mean we all know 5up isn’t the best judge of his opposing teams… maybe pink will be scary who knows! Wilbur must be on pink tho correct, unless he’s not in this time? I feel like most of the usual pinks have been announced (well. Mainly ranboo but you know)

5up’s team predicted 10th by cpk do yoh think this will make him feel insane

#ask

[gavinsmg24]

I’m going to skim respond bcuz there was a lot but really it’s just me responding but I may not hit every thing. Anyways! I read everything and I’ll try to respond as I scroll thru what you said. Mainly to start. Yoh talked about what happened recently. Where you cleaned bong and he got upset even tho you did it bcuz you were waiting. How can everything be a problem. Lkke you said. All he had to do if he truly wanted your company was find you and say join me babe. But instead he’s like. You should’ve already been here? Like what’s uo his ass. I dont get treating people short and rude all the time. It’s exactly what you don’t deserve. Hmph. Like your right someone saying something shouldn’t affect your whole day. But when your already a depressed person and your partner is giving you little care or thought then it makes sense how you feel! Maybe you should be less sensitive? But no he needs to be like 2x more thoughtful about emotions. I mean! Whether he thinks it’s dumb or not he’s your partner. Either adapt or work with it. Don’t just get mad or cause problems for no reason. He makes it seem like you cause problems. But really he’s causing problems but it’s not problems to him bcuz it’s not affecting him it affects you. So when you (as a healthy relationship should be) try to talk to him and he’s like. This shouldn’t be a problem that’s fucked!

And it’s like gifts aren’t required but I’m sure you wouldn’t be saying that If he complimented or made time to hang out. Like. Since you moved with him. He should be trying to take you out with his friends or coworkers. Not really but like. For me. Even if the boys didn’t want to hang. I’d try to at least have us all do stuff every once and a while idk. Like it shouldn’t be that way but it’s real life sims! We like interaction and groups!

And yeah that’s what sucks. When people barely congratulate but always judge harshly when things are wrong. That is frustrating grr. I hope you find another job soon princess. Maybe one that’s from home again or a job that’s easily transferable? I just mean that for a worst. Case. If you ever wanted to go elseware that way you’d at least have a job. Anyways. That’s hypothetical and far away. I just want you to have your own cushions to fall back onto if you ever need to.

I just.. I hate how manipulative and toxic masculinity sounding he is.. Im sorry I know I shouldnt say but like. Barely talking to you or secluding self. Like. Alone time is one thing but like cmon! Live in same house interact! I know you do but just off of what you say. Like. Talk when you have nothing to say?! That’s small talk! To fill silence and he says he doesn’t have anything to say? Then shut uo and listen to your rambles! I’d listen to gibberish rather than silence tf. Grr I’m sorry getting riled trying not to.

Why does it matter where you watch stuff! Like if he wasn’t using office who cares! You say he eats fruit and watches YouTube alone. Why can’t you! If he’s not gonna make you smile fuck off! Rawr!

Princess this is the thing I’ve wanted you to always understand and I’m saying this bcuz you said “am I crazy” no! Your not. Everything you’ve written and shared. If any unbiased parted read this would feel the same (someone with our care and morals) like it’s almost your bday and he’s still treating you normal. Like no one’s needs a birth week but cmon. Like oooh babyyyy almost bday. Any things you wanna do? Plans? Maybe he’ll surprise you but idk. You could tell yourself it’s selfish to want gifts but it’s not. It doesn’t have to be a diamond ring. I’d get you those lil toys we used to get (not really but getting that over nothing or something with no thought is different than just getting something expensive. I wish I could go to the mall with you. Give you a price limit and spoil you for a day. Or ask for ideas and wrap them and wake you with breakfast n gifts

Like. Obviously we dated early and younger. And our living arrangements were all over the place. But I just can’t believe how much home work you do. Like. Old timey woman cooks n cleans and he still finds ways to get upset. Grr. If I came home and didn’t have to worry about cleaning I’d be so at peace. Like living with me n 2 bois! Always dishes and I’m doing them the most! (I use the most but still! They use stuff too!)

And back to the locked door and tasks. Like. Cmon. Your partners. No one should be. Punishing anyone. Your not dealing with kids. You talk out problems. Not yell or put down. Yelling happens. But this isn’t normal arguments. This is mind games and lack of care. Not really.. I should stop. I dont want to sway your mind. I’m just responding to what you say. I want you to know your thoughts are valid. Not crazy. Your smart and kind. But to get this to the end. Like what! He forgets his own tasks so it’s like oh you could’ve forgot that. Or if you forgot then he’d notice. Punk 😤 hypocrite. Narcissist, more. Rawr!

Anyways this responds to the longer cont. 1 n 2 next will be most recent. You’re strong and brave. I hope you can find a path that leads you to fun and relaxation soon

[kazueezuki]

about me（^人^）

intro: kazue, he/she. | birthday: sept. 10

languages: english, french, vietnamese, japanese (a bit rusty, i can speak and understand it at a survival level)

more: introvert, (digital) artist, voice actor amateur, aspiring photographer & cosplayer, video editor, genshin lore player and soundtrack enjoyer <3

genshin: started nov. ‘20 | ar 57

likes

anime: a lot but my faves include bsd, vnc, pandora hearts, link click, violet evergarden, hyouka, charlotte, tbhk, black butler

jpop/vocaloid; fav artists: tuyu, ¿?shimon, syudou, fuji kaze, trigger, zool, ado, vflower, kanaria, kenshi yonezu, yoh kamiyama, gakupo, ayase, deco*27

more: drawing, cleaning, listening to music, studying during nighttime, goofy ppl, scaramouche, sleeping (something i don’t get to do often bc of school </3)

dislikes

proshipping: please slay away from me

messy workspaces: yes, your room has to be organized and shiny, id gladly help u clean if you don’t mind

celery, brussels sprout, eggplant, pepper: was forced to eat these atrocities too many times in my life, never again.

society standards: they’re utterly messed up, i hate how most older generations still aren’t every open to changes and how judging people in society still are

games/fandoms/communities

games: genshin, sekai, tears of themis, enstars, obey me (left in 2021 tho), idolish7, hypnosismic, mahoyaku, crk, legend of zelda, paradox live

anime/manga: a lot.

streaming/content creators: tuonto, ant, dish, bwaap, atsu, sykkuno, shoto (vtuber), nijisanji, hololive (a tiny bit)

more: seiyuu industry, milgram (musical project)

genshin faves

monstadt: amber, venti, kaeya, mona, albedo, fischl, mika

liyue: xiao, beidou, hu tao, shenhe, ganyu

inazuma: i love them all sm but ayaka, ayato, kazuha, ei, yae, thoma, heizou, itto (we’re besties)

sumeru: its so hard to decide without naming the entire cast uegh; collei, cyno, candace, nahida, wanderer (scara)

npcs: teppei (yes), kazari (inazuma cleansing ritual), liben (gossip girly pop we stan), madame ping, nadia & vlad (fatui couple), ruu, chizuru (inazuma test of courage event), signora

fav character backstories (as a lore enjoyer)

the archons/gods: the entire thing about the archon war, fallen gods, celestia, primordial one, islaroth IS SO INTERESTING LIKE HELLO?? I CANT WAIT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT IT

scaramouche & ei: of course, it’s all about misunderstanding and emotions but their lore is just so beautiful in some way

kaeya: we still don’t know much about his background as a character from khaenriah but I’m so excited to discover more about him, especially what he was sent to mondstadt for

dainsleif: my memory’s fuzzy since it’s been a while since I’ve last seen him in-game, but i do want to know more about literally just the entirety of khaenriah, the art of khemia, its location and so on, he’s such a key character in khaenriah lore

the twin siblings: what exactly happened after their separation as they got interrupted by the unknown god? what is the “truth of the world” that the traveler’s sibling discovered and how did that end up with them being the abyss order’s leader? there’s so many questions surrounding the background of the twins that make them all the more intriguing

there may have been a few errors in my interpretations here, but i haven’t been playing genshin as much as i used to and my lore knowledge is starting to erode as well, i’ll do my best to catch up <3

december 25, 2022

#about myself #intro post

[peraphelic]

Have what I think Adrien would look like if he was Gabriel and Nathalie's.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #adrien agreste #Au #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #gabenath #Does this count as a gabenath fluffy #Yes #gabenath au #emilie agreste #Adrien if he were Nathalie's. #Yes he's moodier #And he'd probably be taller too #He is still a ball of sunshine but he's got his dad's criticising face #You know he's judging yoh #You*

[waitimcomingtoo]

Give Yourself a Try

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader enemies to lovers

Synopsis: you and Peter hate each other, which becomes a problem when you’re given a group project

Part two and three

Masterlist

“Good morning Ned.” You kindly greeted as you took your seat in front of Peter in your first period physics class.

“Morning Y/n.” Ned said back, gearing up for what he knew was coming.

“I really like your makeup today, Y/n.” Peter smiled as he leaned forward in his seat. “Is it hard balancing your schoolwork with your job at the circus?”

“Not at all.” You smiled sweetly at him as you turned around. “I could get you a job there if you’d like. We’ve been needing something small to feed to the lions between shows. You’d be perfect.”

“Small? Darling, you must be mistaken.” Peter kept a sickly sweet grin on. “I’m bigger than your boyfriend of the week over there.”

“Silly goose.” You scrunched your nose at him. “Harry Osborn is not my boyfriend. And just so you know, steroids are really bad for you. I’m worried about your well being.”

“I’m not on steroids.” Peter hissed, dropping the act. “Stop trying to start that rumor.”

“Why not?” You shot back. “You had no trouble spreading the rumor that I was the one who killed Herbie the hamster when we all know it was you who left the door open after cleaning his cage.”

“Are you kidding me? That was fifth grade.” He whispered harshly.

“I will never forget it.” You snapped back.

“Ahem.” The teacher cleared her throat as she stared at you and Peter with an annoyed expression. This was an everyday occurrence in her class, and any other class you had with Peter. You hated each other and everyone knew it. You and Peter stopped arguing and slumped in your seats, giving each other one last look of disdain.

“Instead of a final exam this semester, I’ll be giving you a final project.” The teacher continued. “You’ll be working with one other student.”

“Nice. We can finally present our work on quantum physics.” Peter excitedly high fived Ned.

“Can you guys reschedule your virgin convention for later?” You asked seriously. “I’m trying to listen.”

“Because of the disappointing grades on the last project, I will be assigning your partners.” The teacher went on.

“Don’t worry.” Peter whispered to Ned again. “We could still end up together. We got an A last time so she knows we work well together.”

“We got an A last time.” You mimicked his voice and moved your hand like a puppet.

“Yeah. An A.” Peter said as he leaned forward in his seat. “You know, like your bra size.”

“What did you just say to me?” You snapped as you whipped around. He had on his infamous shit eating grin that you hated.

“Young man, can you please stop interrupting our conversation?” He said as he held up a hand. Your jaw dropped at the insult, face growing warm with anger. You decide not to give him the satisfaction of an insult exchange and turned around in your seat. Your teacher began to list off the partners for the projects.

“Leeds, Stacy.” She called out. “You’ll be working together.”

“Sorry, man. But also, not sorry man.” Ness frown quickly turned into a smile. “Gwen, over here!”

“Aw.” You snickered as you turned around on your chair. “I feel bad for whoever gets stuck with you now. That poor, unfortunate soul.”

“Parker. L/n. You’ll be working together.”

“What?” You and Peter screamed in unison. You gave each other an angry look before looking at your teacher in protest.

“You two are always holding up my class and I’m tired of it.” She held up a hand. “This project will teach you how to finally get along and stop disrupting me while I teach.”

“Mrs. Avery, with all due respect, I can feel myself getting more disruptive already.” You told her.

“I think that’s your STD.” Peter mumbled.

“You two need to learn how to be professional and amicable.” She ignored your protest. “You won’t always like your peers. But you will always have to collaborate with them at some point.”

“I understand that.” You assured her. “But if we do this project together, my fist is going to collaborate with Peters face.”

“That’s a threat.” Peter piped up. “I’d like to file a report.”

“And I’d like to take that report and shove it up your-“

“Enough.” Mrs. Avery cut you off. “You will be working together and that is final.”

You both shrunk in your seats, fuming with anger over the teachers decision. You didn’t cause any more disruptions throughout the class and quickly left once the bell rang.

Peter saw you at your locker, which was coincidentally next to his locker, spraying some perfume on.

“Darling!” Peter exclaimed as he stood next to you. “So good to see you! You know how much I love when you hog all the locker space and make the entire hallways smell like perfume.”

“Why, thank you.” You touched your hand to your heart. “As I’m sure you know, some of us prefer to smell like things other than Neosporin and baby powder. After all, that’s your signature scent and I’d just hate to step on your toes.”

“I didn’t know. Thank you for opening your gigantic mouth and telling me!” Peter said through a toothy grin.

“Oh, Peter.” You laughed airily. “You’re very welcome, you sad sack of shit.”

“Classy.” Peter faked a smile as he opened his locker. “Do you want to come over to my house after school to work on the project? I live walking distance from here.”

“What? No.” You scoffed. “You’re not getting me to a secondary location. We’ll work in the library.”

“Actually, we won’t, because it’s closed for maintenance.” He replied with a tight smile.

“I wish you were closed for maintenance.” Yoh grumbled as you zipped up your bag.

“Hilarious.” He fake laughed loudly. “Are you coming over or not?”

“Not.” You said in disgust. “I don’t know you or your parents. You might try to kill me as a part of some Parker family cult ritual.”

“My parents are dead.” He told you, unamused. “It’s just me and my aunt.”

“Is your aunt a cult leader?” You asked.

“No.” He groaned.

“Cult member?”

“No. All she does is cheat at cross world puzzles and shop at Whole Foods.” He said.

“So you lied.” You slammed your locker and looked at him. “She’s in the Whole Foods cult.”

“Can you try not to be difficult for two minutes, please? We need to get this project done.”

“Jokes on you, Parker.” You folded your arms. “Difficult is my lowest setting.”

“Ooo. Scary.” He mocked you. “What’s your highest? Because I’m pretty sure I saw it last Tuesday when your backpack got stuck on the door handle and you decided to blame me.”

“I know that was your fault. And I go from difficult to hooligan to the step mom from Parent Trap.” You shrugged.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” Peter replied as he slapped his knee. You raised an eyebrow at him, judging him for his material.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“You’re gonna be sorry.” You told him. “Where do you live again?”

“Waking distance from here. I said that less than five minutes ago.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Well I didn’t hear that because I tune you out when you speak. You know, like most people do.” You said sweetly.

“Wow, you’re so funny.” Peter said sarcastically. “If I meet you here at the end of the day, will you come home with me?”

“Fine.” You huffed. “I’ll go home with you. But if I start detecting any cult shit going on, I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me.” He scoffed. “I’ll see you later.”

~

“Are you ready to go?” Peter asked after the last bell had rang. You shouldered your backpack and shut your locker, feeling unusually anxious around him. You could deal with Peter for 40 minutes at a time when all you did was trade insults. Something about walking to his home together and spending time alone knocked the confidence right out of you.

“I’m ready.” You nodded.

“What, no insult?” He asked. “No mocking of my voice?”

“We were assigned each other as partners so we could learn to be civil, right?” You shrugged. “I guess I’m just mature enough to give it a try.”

“There she is.” Peter smiled as you began to walk in the direction of his apartment. “There’s my girl.”

You looked to the side when you heard him say this, unsure of how it made you feel. You often called each other pet names ironically, but this felt different. There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you and it was clouding your judgment.

You let Peter do all the talking as you walked home, thankful that he lived so close to the school. He spewed out ideas for the project the entire elevator ride up and didn’t stop until you were standing outside his bedroom door.

Peter stopped talking and opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. You made a face at him before walking, staying in one spot as he shut the door and sat down. You were frozen as you looked around his room, not liking how human it made him. He had notes from classes you didn’t have with him strewn around and an open first aid kit on his desk.

“You can sit.” He chuckled when he noticed how stiff you were.

“I’m scared to.” You admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. Something about sitting on this boys bed with him seemed finalizing, like you’d be opening a door you couldn’t close.

“Just sit down.” He repeated. “I didn’t rig the place with boobytraps, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That’s what someone who rigged the place with booby traps would say.” You replied as you took a hesitant seat on his bed.

“There. Isnt that nice?” He asked sarcastically.

“No.” You said immediately. “Am I the first girl to ever sit on your bed?”

“Psh. No.”

“I’ll take that as a yes ma’am.” You mumbled.

“Whatever.” He replied. “What do you want to do the project on?”

“How about micropenises?” You suggested. “You won’t even have to do any research.”

“Haha. So funny.” He rolled his eyes. “You are so annoying it’s actually impressive.”

“Please.” You laughed. “You so have a crush on me.”

“What?” His entire face went red. “No I don’t.”

“No I don’t.” You mimicked his voice. “Yes you do. That’s why you’re up my ass all the time.”

“That makes no sense.” He scoffed.

“It makes total sense.” You insisted. “You know I’ll never like you back, so you made me hate you. That way, you still get to talk to me all the time. Genius, really. I applaud you.”

“That’s a nice little fantasy you’ve created for yourself. Is that what you tell yourself to help you fall asleep?” He teased you.

“Yep.” You smiled brightly. “Right after I finger blast myself to the thought of you in your Catholic schoolboy sweaters.”

“Oh my God.” His cheeks turned even redder at your inappropriate joke.

“And they said women aren’t funny.” You used his words from earlier.

“They were right.” He said, making you laugh.

“God, I love it when you talk down to me.” You fanned yourself. “Can you tell me how to change a tire?”

Peter began to laugh as well, looking at you as you both laughed. You quickly stopped laughing when you realized you just gave him a genuine smile and looked away.

“Do you want to do the project on tensile strength?” You suggested to break the tension. “I know you’re weirdly into that.”

“How’d you know?” He wondered.

“You almost popped a boner when we talked about in last month.” You teased him. “It’s just rope, dude.”

“It’s not just rope. It’s the force-“

“-the force required to pull something until it breaks. I know.” You finished his sentence. “I’m smart too, you know.”

“Oh.” He was dumbfounded that you knew something he was interested in. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Women use brain sometime. Woman say smart thing like man.”

Peter laughed again, realizing you were actually kind of funny when you wanted to be.

“I’m not a misogynist, you know.” Peter said after a beat. “You don’t have to make jokes like that. I may not like you, but I respect you.”

“You respect me?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“I respect all women. The strongest person I know is my Aunt. Plus, I’ve still never met anyone who was as smart as my mom. I wouldn’t be half the man I was if it weren’t for the women who raised me.” He shrugged. “But it would be ignorant and naive of me to only respect woman who are related to me in some way. So I respect all of them unless they give me a reason not to.”

“Have I given you a reason not to?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Not yet.” He chuckled to himself. “You’re annoying, but you’re brilliant. I know you would never admit this, but we’re basically the same person. You’re just more extroverted so you have more friends and popularity. And you’re smart but you don’t make that your whole personality, so it impresses more people when you let your intelligence show.”

Your body language shifted when you realized he was actually a nice guy. He clearly paid attention to you and was impressed by what he saw. You didn’t say anything, so Peter kept going.

“People lean in to listen when you start speaking instead of tuning you out.” He brought up your insult from earlier, and you felt bad. You didn’t realize he admired you in any way and you felt guilty for always teasing him. Peter’s kept his eyes down, playing with his fingers to distract himself.

“You’re…you’re kind of every thing I wanted to be.” He said quietly. You smiled softly at him, but he didn’t see it. It was the first time you had a nice moment with Peter, and you didn’t hate it. You could tell he was beginning to panic for sharing so much, so you reached forward and tilted his chin up to look at you. His wide eyes met yours and you gave him a small smile.

“How did your parents die?” You asked quietly, immediately ruining the moment.

“Damn.” Peter pulled away with a shocked laugh. “When was your first period?”

“All right. I get your point.” You rolled your eyes. “That was a little abrupt.”

“You’re telling me.” He teased. You sat in silence for a moment, neither of you sure where to go from there. You knew Peter was still processing you touching his face, so you talked first.

“My parents are dead too.” You said without looking up at him.

“They are?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

“Yeah.” You looked up and gave him a sad smile. “But if you think we’re gonna take a turn and fall in love because we have similar trauma, you’re wrong. I can’t stand orphans.”

“But you’re an orphan.” He reminded you.

“And?”

“Never mind.” He shook his head. “I have a feeling I won’t be getting through to you.”

“Probably not.” You agreed. “Tell me more, though. Did your parents die doing something cool?”

“I don’t really know.” He shrugged. “It was a plane crash. That’s all I’ve been told.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “Sounds lame.”

“What?”

“A plane crash?” You raised your eyebrow. “That’s so boring. Yawn.”

“Excuse me?” He laughed in shock again. “Fine. How did your parents die?”

“Firefighters.” You said proudly. “Died saving three children.”

“Wow.” Peter sat back, stumped.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I was one of them.”

“Seriously?” His eyes widened as he fought the urge to hold your hand.

“No. I’m fucking with you.” You began to laugh as he let out a groan.

“Why would you do that to me?” He whined. “You had me, for a minute there.”

“What can I say? I’m an actor.” You flipped your hair ostentatiously.

“What actually happened?” He wondered. You stopped smiling and bit your bottom lip.

“Drunk driver.” You told him. He didn’t fight the urge this time and reached over to take your hand in his. You stared at your interlocked hands, wondering if you should pull away or not. On the one hand, he was your enemy. But that didn’t make his warmth any less inviting.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “That must have been really hard on you.”

“You know the feeling, don’t you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I do.” He nodded. “And I know how much it sucked to not have someone who knew how it felt. You don’t have to feel that way anymore. Neither of us do.”

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it, not wanting to ruin the moment again. The guy holding your hand was not the same guy who sat behind you in physics. This guy was someone you actually liked.

“I might have misjudged you, Peter Parker.” You laughed shyly. “You might not be as unbearable as I remembered.”

“And you might not be the frigid bitch I thought you were.” He matched your tone.

“Watch it.” You warned.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“You were right.” You said after a beat. “We are pretty much the same person. I never realized that before.”

“Maybe that’s why we don’t get along.” He shrugged, rubbing soft circles into your hand.

“I’d be willing to give it a try, if you were.” You said sheepishly. “Who knows? I might just like you.”

“You want to give this a try?” He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Why not?” You shrugged. “What do I have to lose?”

“Okay.” He nodded eagerly. “Then we’ll try.”

“Cool.” You smiled.

“Cool.” He said before leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his fluttered shut, making you realize you were on different pages. His lips made contact with yours for a few seconds before you pushed him off.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“Kissing you?” He asked in confusion as hurt flashed in his eyes.

“Why the hell would you do that?” You exclaimed, still in shock. You got off the bed and backed away from him, trying to process what just happened.

“You said we were giving it a try!” He was shouting now too, but not out of anger. “I thought we were finally admitting that we like each other.”

“I meant giving friendship a try! I never said anything about a relationship.” You shouted. You quieted down when you saw the upset look on his face. “You... you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious.” He said quietly. “I-I thought you knew. You said it before and I just…I thought you knew.”

“Peter, I was joking when I said all that stuff.” You calmed down and sat back on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you liked me.”

“Oh.” He blinked a few times before looking down. “I…I do.”

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You reached for his hand again but his withdrew it.

“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head and got off the bed. “I misunderstood the situation.”

“Peter, wait.” You caught him by the wrists and pulled him back down to the bed. He sat down again but looked anywhere but at you. You could see that his eyes were glassy so you put a hand on his face.

“You were right.” His voice wavered. “I did like you and I did think you’d never like me back. That’s why I always tease you. I just wanted you to talk to me.”

“Pete.” You whispered, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t want to be here right now. I’ll email you my part of the project and-“

You cut him off by wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You both had your eyes closed this time and it lasted much longer. Your lips moved against his slowly and you could feel how inexperienced he was. Even so, it was perfect. You pulled away after a minute and looked into his eyes, feeling better now that there were no traces of sadness in them.

“You kissed me.” He said, dumbfounded.

“I can’t know I don’t like you back if I never give you a chance.” You shrugged as you withdrew your hand from his face.

“Well what did you decide?” He asked curiously. You puckered your lips and tilted your head, staring at him as if you were making a decision.

“I still think you’re super annoying.” You concluded.

“Okay.” Peter nodded.

“But it’s an annoying I’m willing to put up with.” You decided as you slipped your hand back into his. Peter broke out into a smile and nodded again.

“Okay.”

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[mystic-poison]

✞ I'm going to C2E2 tomorrow and this came to my mind while doing last minute cosplay shitz like usual

TW and mentions: Not proof read. I just spilled what came to my head, Slight jealous Kisaki, Soft Kisaki (cause I live for it), implied murder towards the end (really small, so small it could be over looked), Gn!reader✞

Kisaki with a partner that cosplays

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Kisaki of course knew about your love for anime/comcis/videogames. You would talk to him about it all the time, ranting to hom about the lastest episode, chapter, or game release. Half the time he didn't know what you were talking about but he just enjoy listening to you talk about the things you loved. He like seeing the smile on your face as you talk.

But you never told him about your love for cosplay or that you cosplayed. Something in you told you not to say anything to him. You knew he wouldn't judge you about dressing up as your favorite characters but you still kept you mouth shut.

Til one day you were getting dressed in your newest cosplay for the convention that morning and Kisaki, having cancelled his meeting and wanted to suprise you that he was home early, waltzs into your shared bedroom. You mentally scream as Kisaki stares at you in confusion for a few seconds and than shrugs it off, thinking it was some anime/comic/videogame thing.

After getting dreseed in more comfortable clothes he questions why were you dressed up. You give up and explain to him what cosplay was and why you and many others liked it. He understood what cosplay was and tells you that he didn't care if you liked cosplay. He didn't think it was childish or weird. As long as you were happy doing the thing yoh loved he was.

Relieved, you ask Kisaki if he would like to come to the convention with you, you having a extra ticket cause you friend canceled on you last minute. He agreed, wanting to see what the convention was all about and maybe getting a better understanding of the things you loved.

Kisaki was stuck carrying your bags (especially if your cosplay has a weapon)

He was also in charge of taking any photos

He didn't understand any references you and other fans of the shows, books, or games said to each other

If you cosplayed a character that has revealing clothes, Kisaki would glare at anyone who looked at you in a way he didn't like

He also slightly didn't like that attention you were getting from people

You were okay with hugs but he wasn't. So he would give the person who hugged you a death glare, scaring the person before smiling when you turned back to him

Buys you any poster, plushie, or figure you want

For a person who runs Toman, walking around a convention tired him out more than anything. He didn't know how you could do all that walking with a cosplay on and hold a weapon

After the Con you give him hugs and kisses, thanking him for tagging along and helping you

After that Kisaki goes to every convention wit you

You get your own little office in the penthouse where you can make all your cosplays, he sometimes help

You convince him do a couples cosplay. So he binged the show the characters are from so he'll know what he's getting into

Hanma is also really into the idea of his buddy cosplaying and enjoying it

Cloth, sewing stuff, glue, wigs, hair spary is everywhere

You somehow convinced him to crossdress, he fucking kills it

Adding this for my fellow black cosplayers

Kisaki will cuss out (maybe even release Hanma) anyone who dares talk about you cosplay because "The character is black". He will go off, no mercy. Kisaki will either scare the person away or you would need to drag him away before he kills someone (even though a part of you hope karma bites the person in the ass).

"You're cosplay is amazing! You worked just as hard as everyone else here and you deserve the same respect others gets."

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Hope this was good. This was my first post that was more in the headcannon format. I might do another but with Mitsuya and Chifuyu because, it makes sense. If I do I'll link the posts on here as well. - Poison ✞

#kisaki tetta #kisaki x reader #tetta kisaki #tokyo revengers kisaki #kisaki headcanons #kisaki imagines #imagine your f/o

[meenatranslates]

[R] Taichi | A Single Rose (2/2)

Part 1 // Part 2

Translation under the cut

Befitting Rose Competition - Part 2

Taichi: ...So, I'd like to ask the two of you to make a signature pose using your whole body!

Tasuku: ...Hey, I've never heard any of that making pose thing.

Tenma: I was wondering what you called me here for, but what the heck!

Taichi: I'll let Tsumugi-san judge the two of you, and at the end, I'll combine the best part of your poses and make my own signature pose!

Tasuku: I don't get it.

Tenma: What are you doing this for...

Tsumugi: Now then, we'll start with Tenma-kun's example.

Tenma: You're just gonna ignore my question?!

Taichi: Ten-chan, do your best~!

Tenma: Haa... Can't be helped then.

Like this?

Taichi: Oohhh! A pose that doesn't lose against the gorgeousness of the roses...! As expected from the popular actor!

Tasuku: Well, that looks pretty great.

Tsumugi: Tenma-kun and the roses, they look amazing together!

Tenma: Hmph, that was nothing.

Tsumugi: Well, Tasuku's next. Show us your example too.

Tasuku: Huh? Just Sumeragi alone is enough. I don't really need to participateー.

Tsumugi: What are you saying, you've been here all this time. Obviously you're gonna participate too.

Taichi: I really wanna see Tasuku-san's signature pose too!

Tasuku: ...Jeez.

Like this?

Tenma: As expected from an ex-GODza actor, its dignity really shows.

Taichi: There it isー!! I wanna do this kind of thing too!!

Tsumugi: The prince-like vibes, right?

Taichi: All right, I can't lose either...!

Tsumugi-san, I'm gonna show you the power-up version of me that's different from before!

Tsumugi: Fufu, I'm looking forward to it.

Taichi: Putting the rose like this... Ta-da, my signature pose!!

How's it look?!

Tenma: Did I really look that conceited...?

Tasuku: Before I knew it, Nanao can already do that kind of expression huh...

Tsumugi: Wow! You look really cool, Taichi-kun!

Homare: Tsumugi-kun, how's the progress on your cutting rosesー.

Oh? What are you all doing here?

Tsumugi: We were doing Befitting Rose competition.

Tasuku: Since when did we have that as the name?

Tenma: It's supposed to be Making Pose with Rose show-off.

Homare: Oohh, that sounds fun! May I participate in this as well?

Tsumugi: Of course! Please do so, to embody Taichi-kun's ideal!

Taichi: I want to get reference from Homare-san's signature pose too!

Homare: That is fine, absolutely!

Homare: I've thought a lot of signature poses from doing the Hero Show a long time ago! (1)

Tasuku: Oh yeah, at the time, Sumeragi played the role of Red, and I played Black.

Tenma: Arisu-san had Silver's role, right?

Homare: Now, come and take a look.

This, is my signature pose that I have cultivated through experience! Boom!!

How is it, Red and Black! And also Taichi-kun! Yoh! Hoh! Hoi!

Tsumugi: Amazing, he's doing consecutive poses...

Tenma: The momentum's amazing but... how are we supposed to judge?

Taichi: Wahh, I don't know what to reference from this anymore...!

Tasuku: .....

Tasuku: How naive, Silver! It's more like this!

Tenma: Tasuku-san got riled up after being provoked by Arisu-san?!

Taichi: Tasuku-san~, please come back to us~!

Tsumugi: Ahaha...

from Homare's Glimmering Mankai Silver R card

Story Clear!

#a3! #a3! translation #nanao taichi #taichi nanao #almost all people here name starts with t #was busy with school and the new event #my rank dropped thooo #but i got one taichi card from event already so its fine not to bloom #otsu~ event ended #also got sakuya but not bloomed either :') #rip gems #meenatranslates #akigumi

[chukazanmai]

Continued from here

@spiritofsword​​

He wasn’t supposed to have learned about this. Not yet anyway. But push came to shove and when Hao really came for Yoh this time, Ren had been there and, of course with his short temper, he couldn’t leave the fight just to the latter. Especially after he got himself injured like that.

At the end they were both rescued by a man with a mask covering his face, that Ren eventually learned was none other than Mikihisa Asakura, Yoh’s father. Ren didn’t even know if he could call that a rescue, Hao had merely retreated, all that Mikihisa did was stand in between them.  Perhaps what had bothered Ren the most was how the man hadn’t even checked on his son despite seeing he was injured. Just a simple question about if he was alright.

Ren had carried Yoh back to one of the Patch houses so that he could receive treatment. The Tao heir had merely suffered minor injuries, nothing that a couple of bandages for a few days wouldn’t do. It was then the rest of the Asakura family, as well as Anna and Tamao, appeared in the room and Ren was pretty much shunned out of it. Yet stubborn as he was, he remained in the halls, listening to the conversation and occasionally glaring at Mikihisa who hadn’t bothered going inside and just in case he even so attempted to stop him from listening.

Yoh was Hao’s brother. Twin brother. It shouldn’t have been such a surprise to him...the similarities between the two didn’t go amiss. His family had just dropped that bomb on him, not only that but aside from the relationship between the two, Yoh had always been destined to fight and kill Hao one day. There had been no emotion, no moral support, nothing and that alone made Ren’s blood boil. 

Why were both their families so messed up?

While it had no possible comparison with the way things were, Ren didn’t want to imagine how he would feel if he was suddenly told he had to kill Jun... That’s why as soon as Yoh stepped out of that room, Ren decided to lead him out of there, away from that place, away from the Asakuras...and if he could do it he would take him away from reality.

The forest of the Patch village seemed, at the moment, the best place.

“Cut the crap with me, Yoh.” he frowned at the (clearly) fake smile he was pulling, he knew him better than this...or so he hoped he did “It’s just you and me here, I am not going to judge you.”

#☯ spiritofsword #☯ headphone boy [asakura yoh] #☯ you were my first friend [ren & yoh] #☯ verse 1 | shaman fight #LET IT OUT YOH LET IT OUT

[johannesviii]

This is a long post about Shaman King I started to write ages ago and I don’t have a good title for it

Let me tell you about Shaman King for a few minutes, okay. Because the new anime adaptation is coming in like 3 months and I’m still not ready for it. Also I started to write this post 5 years ago just because I re-read the whole thing at the time and it’s been in my drafts since then. Oops

But yeah Shaman King was the very first fandom I got into when I first had a real internet access, around 2003-2004. I was around fifteen. The manga was still going. And in retrospect, it was full of problems. Among other things:

Not enough female characters & questionable choices for most of the ones who actually have a part to play in the plot

A black character drawn with big lips (see above), and I REALLY HOPE this is gonna get fixed in the new anime ; I mean even the author stopped drawing him like that a few years ago when he did the “remix tracks” extra chapters so come on please

An imaginary native american tribe who, while pretty cool, is still imagined by a Japanese dude in 1999 soooo yeah there’s some rough corners here and there (edit: got some anon hate about that but I'm sorry, "ancient aliens" tropes always make me uncomfortable)

An art quality which gets worse and worse over time due to deadline pressures and an increasingly exhausted author

Was stopped before it could reach its natural conclusion (the author drew an actual ending years later and tbh it’s great so I’m putting this very low on the list)

So yeah. Manga from 1999. Problematic. Aged badly. It happens.

BUT.

In retrospect, most of it is such a kick in the metaphorical butt of shonen manga as a whole I can’t believe it was competing against Naruto and One Piece at some point?? Like

It’s a shonen so it plays the "dramatic and sudden power jump” game, but it uses it to reach a surprising conclusion (in the “new” ending I mean)

Most of the characters are “shamans” which means they can see ghosts and spirits, and they use them to fight, to work, or to help other people. This is a manga in which you’re gonna see a Russian shaman channeling a Vodyanoy spirit into a drum to create a torrential flood. You don’t see that in every manga

It’s stated right away that no shaman can be truely, irredeemably bad, because only good-natured people can see ghosts and spirits.

So, no matter how bad a villain may be, they must have had a good nature once even if they look like a complete bastard at the moment.

How far is the author willing to go with that concept? Pretty far

Even without talking about the main villain and how the story ends because, duh, spoilers... Like

My favorite character, who gets a full redemption arc later, cuts someone open in his first chapter

He’s one of the good guys 10 volumes later

Speaking of which the amount of gore in this manga has to be seen to be believed, Jump would never let this happen nowadays

If you’re wondering why this is in the “positive” (......?) list it’s because I was 14/15 and all kids that age crave blood and angst

The main character, Yoh, pictured above, is very laid-back, and I mean very. He listens to the in-world equivalent of Bob Marley and constantly wears big headphones. Also he wears sandals, and sometimes there’s a weed leaf drawn on his t-shirt

His parents arranged a mariage between him and a girl shaman even though they’re still teenagers, so this would have potential for High Drama - but surprisingly enough it turns out they like each other and after that he just goes around saying “this is my future wife” and she’s like “hello if you touch him I’m going to end you”

It sounds weird and it......... is, tbh, but it’s also refreshing among all the “ugh, girls, yuck” tropes that nearly all shonen mangas used to have at the time

Yoh’s main goal in life is to live with minimal effort

When his grandfather tells him he must train to participate in a shaman tournament which happens every 500 years, because the winner gets a wish granted by the Great Spirit, he decides his wish will be to make everybody’s life easy so that nobody will ever be forced to work or do shit they don’t want to do to survive anymore

Yoh Asakura is a Millenial icon don’t @ me

Speaking of which

Almost everyone in this series is broke as f█ck

Yoh owns a big house but that’s only because the price was ridiculously low since it’s the most haunted place in Tokyo and nobody else wants to live there. The house is constantly full of other characters (including enemies) who have literally nowhere else to go

The only important character who isn’t broke has money because his family is super rich but he hates all of them because they’re all bastards so it’s super awkward

Another character bought a really cool motorbike but he’s going to be in debt for the next 40 years

Also he’s a hobo

And also bi

What I’m trying to say is: relatable

Also the tournament is held by an imaginary Native American tribe. They’re also broke. All of them. The two judges who are in charge of the main characters live in a cramped appartment and often try to sell souvenirs in the street to pay the rent

I know that’s hashtag problematic but I still love them I can’t help it

Just like in most shonen mangas the hero seems to amass a big collection of Friends but since everyone is a weirdo in a way or another and comes from all over the world it looks even funnier

At some point during the tournament, the main characters have to form small groups of three in order to participate to the next part. Yoh’s team is one of the strongest teams among the ones we’ve met at this point, and is composed of 1) Yoh, a laid-back sleepy kid wearing toilet sandals 2) the aforementioned bi hobo who’s sad because his current crush is in a rival team, and 3) a thirty-something tatooed guy with no legs and an IV drip and who looks like he hasn’t slept since 1997

Oh and they all wear adds for a bath house

Because remember: everyone’s f█cking broke

Spoilers for the mid-point of the manga but I need to talk about it because it encapsulates everything I used to love in it

You’ve been warned

So

At some point the main character, Yoh, is asked to choose between staying in the tournament or resurrect his rival

This is framed as some kind of very heavy, very huge dilemma. Like oh no what will he do. Will he give up his dreams and hopes. Will You Push The Button(tm)

So the choice is presented to him

In a very dramatic way

And he immediately goes “there’s a way to save him?? YES PLEASE”

He doesn’t hesitate a single second and drops the tournament in a heartbeat to save the guy

This scene greatly contributed to make me a better person I’m not even joking at all

I love Yoh

So anyway I don’t have a proper conclusion for this

Shaman King is very flawed and its flaws need to be acknowledged to fully appreciate all the good things in it, and the “old” fandom from more than 15 years ago was a very good formative experience for me because the forum I was on (which was nuked from the face of the internet by a hacker “looking for training grounds” (his words not mine, he posted it on our frontpage a full week before he did it) in 2005, rip) was full of people who were really into criticising every little aspect of the manga but still loved it dearly

And I think that’s a healthy way to enjoy things and I think we should bring this back

Anyway

Shaman King extremely flawed but full of good things

I still can’t believe it’s back

Johannes out

#long post #shaman king #spoilers #mild gore in written form at some point