#I APPRECIATE YOH

[lilmaymayy]

hey yall procrasinating hw, yall got any good remus fics🥸

-ill read any but id love some fluff😇😇😇🤭

[sallowmeup]

The heartbreak of not getting to talk to Poppy even more in the common room as a hufflepuff… I was genuinely upset when I found that out

[beloveds-embrace]

Dukedom au masterlist (yes i need to update it ik) and we will not talk abt the abrupt ending 😭

The grand ballroom of glittered with the light of a thousand candles, their flames dancing across marble floors and golden fixtures hung from the ceilings. A symphony played softly in the background, a perfect complement to the hum of ongoing conversation and chatter. You stood at the center of it all, draped in a gown of midnight blue silk, embroidered with silver thread that mirrored the stars. A gift from Simon, one that had you staring at the beautiful dress in awe.

Tonight, you were the very image of grace and poise.

Your face and movements are calm and collected, hiding what you truly feel beneath. Lately, whispers of dishonor had begun circulating; rumors that your husband had fled a border skirmish back when he’d been deployed, abandoning his men, yet had paid for the matter to be buried. Vile lies, born of cowardice and malice. John’s name, his reputation, and the honor of your house were at stake; disloyalty towards the empire was seen as treason, and that was unforgivable.

You would not allow it.

The first spark of rage had ignited the moment you’d overheard the vile accusations from another lady, one of your more arrogant rivals who had laughed snidely. From there, the rumors spread like wildfire, poisoning the halls of the court and society.

But you were no stranger to such games like these. Tonight, after much planning, you’ll put an end to this farce.

You began with your loyal ladies-in-waiting. Each one owed their position to you, and in return, they offered their unwavering loyalty. “Listen carefully,” you instructed them during a private meeting in your sitting room, the door locked behind you. “Go into the court, the markets, the salons- anywhere whispers thrive. I want names, places, and patterns. Who speaks these lies, and who listens too closely?”

They curtsied and departed without hesitation, melting into the bustling world outside of the manor. Meanwhile, you turned your attention to your maids and house staff. Servants were the lifeblood of any noble house, privy to secrets thought hidden.

You met with them personally with Kyle’s help, ensuring they understood the stakes. “Speak subtly,” you said, your voice calm but firm. “Let it slip that those who spread these rumors do so for their own gain, that there’s no substance to the rumors. Plant doubt. Create cracks.”

“As you wish, my lady.” Kyle nods his head, hands on your waist. He leans down, and kisses your forehead, and you smile all sweet and pretty at him. “Whatever you want.”

While you wove your network of spies, John watched quietly from the shadows of the manor. Though he trusted you implicitly, he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of awe and unease. He didn’t want to doubt you, but he worried nonetheless for you.

In his study, he sat with Kyle.

“How’s she faring?” John asked, puffing a cigar as he leaned back in his chair. Papers were scattered on his desk, though they didn’t require immediate attention or replies. Pressed close to Kyle, bodies warm, he didn’t want to go back to working for now.

Kyle hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “She’s… efficient, John. The staff is utterly devoted to her even without my help. I’ve seen no signs of hesitation in her plans.”

John chuckled dryly, though there was a flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “I am not surprised. She’s scarier than any battlefield, Kyle. And they love her.”

With the groundwork laid, you began preparing to host a big gala at the manor. Invitations were sent far and wide, carrying the promise of exquisite dining, captivating entertainment, and the opportunity to curry favor with one of the most powerful families in the region.

None dared refuse.

Johnny worked tirelessly to ensure every detail of the menu was flawless, and though he would have helped anyways, he still enjoyed all the kisses he got as reward from yoh. “You’re pilin’ it on thick, Duchess,” he remarked one evening, wiping his brow as he inspected a rack of lamb. “Even for you.”

“This isn’t just a party, Johnny,” you replied, humming. “This is war.”

“War it is, then. Anything for you, bonnie.” he muttered, diving back into his work with renewed determination. After a very heated look from you that had him preening, though; he looked handsome in his element. And you’ll make sure to really show him your appreciation for all his hard work later, in the privacy of your rooms.

At every other gala and gathering, you moved through the crowd like a dancer with a purpose. You guided conversations subtly, planting seeds of doubt and faltering those who tried to be a bit too brave- and your reputation as a “people’s princess” helped so greatly. Your allies- the few you trusted among the nobility-played their roles perfectly.

Simon, especially. You had specifically asked for his help, curled warm and cozy on his lap one night. He’d kissed you breathless and told you he would always be there for you.

“Lord Marcan, was it?” Simon mused during one party, his glass of whiskey balanced effortlessly in his hand. The others immediately listen to him; though he isn’t the most talkative noble, his words carry weight. “I’ve heard some interesting things about him. Did you know he’s deeply in debt? I wonder how far a man would go to escape ruin.”

The other nobles exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering across their faces. You watched from a distance, satisfied as Simon delivered the blow with effortless charm.

Your web was nearly complete, each thread pulling tighter around Lord Marcan- the instigator of the rumors- until he had no room to maneuver. At the final ball of the season, the one hosted by you and John, you made your final move.

You descended the grand staircase as the guests gathered, your presence commanding attention. At your signal, the servants unveiled a surprise: a performance of actors reenacting a scene from an old skirmish. But this was no ordinary play; it was a dramatized retelling of that battle, one that highlighted John’s bravery and leadership even when Lord Marcan had tried to say John had fled that day.

The crowd was entranced, all earlier doubts finally wavering and shattering. You saw Marcan shift uncomfortably, his face pale as his lies unraveled before him and eyes turned towards him in disgust.

From the balcony above, John watched with Simon and Kyle at his side. “She’s terrifying.” he murmured, though his voice carried a note of awe.

Simon smirked. “You married a bloody tactician.”

Kyle simply nodded. “She fights for you, for us, John. And she wins.”

By the end of the evening, Lord Marcan was a broken man and his wife, Lady Marcan who had laughed at you by the rumor, was seething. Their allies abandoned them, their name tarnished by his cowardice and deceit and her aftions.

And the rumors about John’s supposed abandonment of his men? Gone.

That night, as you removed your jewelry in the quiet of your chambers, John approached you. His hands rested on your bare shoulders, his touch warm and grounding.

“You’ve been busy, beloved.” he said, his voice soft but laced with admiration.

“I did what needed to be done.” you replied, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “I know you could have simply challenged him to a duel… but we didn’t have full confirmation it was him who started. I had to do it this way.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re terrifying, love. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

From the shadows of the room, Simon leaned casually against the doorframe. “She’s not wrong, John. Best keep on her good side.”

Johnny’s voice echoed from the hallway as he came by with a tray of food. Kyle comes as well, carrying glasses of wine. “Aye, and keep feeding her. Keeps her from plotting.”

Kyle sighs, though he has a smile on his face as he sets the glasses down and instead comes to help you. “…he isn’t exactly wrong. You were incredible…. And scary.”

“Perfect, in other words.” John hums, an eyebrow raising. You do not have enough time to ask anything before he and Kyle are gently turning you around on the seat, face to face with John who kneels down. “You’ve worked so hard for me, for us, my Duchess. Let me take care of you now, hm?”

“John…“

“No more words, my love,” he shakes his head, Kyle’s hands reaching to unlace your dress, your corset, until your breasts spill out. John doesn’t even seem mildly bothered by the layers of your skirt, flipping them up until you are indecent in front of your men and he is face to face with your panties. The way they look at you, so much want…

You don’t mind. The slick spot forming speaks more than enough anyways.

“Tonight,” John murmurs, kissing your inner thighs. “Will be all about spoiling you, wife.”

[iskra-xoxo]

“Let me take care of you”

SFW

Synopsis: You get hit with a curse that makes you sick, and the jjk guys find you not feeling well masterlist

GN!reader x Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Choso kamo, ryoumen sukuna, ino takuma

Warnings Gojo: mentions of throwing up Nanami: none Choso: brief throwing up Sukuna: force feeding Ino: mention of drowning

Satoru gojo You heard the door open from your spot on the couch. You were on the couch laying down, put an ice pack resting on your head.

After your mission today, you felt like you were going to drop dead. Your throat was scratchy, and speaking was beyond you right now

You felt like your body was on fire, hence your sprawled out position on the couch. You pretended you were asleep when you heard footsteps come into the room, tapping on the floor. Gojo walked in, his six eyes already telling him that something was wrong when he saw your eyes closed and your skin flushed 

“Baby?” He questioned, his voice soft as snow

You slowly open your eyes and looked up at him. Your eyes were droopy and your face feeling raw. He pressed his hand to your cheek, and you leaned into his cold hand. You let out a harsh cough, feeling it tear at the back of your throat. 

“Easy, what happened? You were fine when you left for your mission this morning..” his lips formed into a pout as he thought about what could have happened. “A curse?” He questioned. You just nodded sickly. He hummed and watched you for a moment. “

“Have you eaten? Been drinking water?” Your silence spoke many words. 

He went to the kitchen and got you a cup of cold water, handing it to you with a small smile. “Drink this.” You shook your head “Why?” You looked at him. he stared back at you. He threw you over his shoulder carelessly, and you gaged in your mouth at the sudden movement. He quickly froze and held you tight

“Ha-ha… whoops…. Please don’t throw up on me……..” he mumbled. You sent him a glare and sighed roughly.

“I know, I know, I got you. You wanna take a bath or just lay down?” He looked at you, rubbing your back. 

You manage to whisper out a small “lay down”. He carried you to your shared room and put tissues by the bed. He set you down very gently- or he tried. You appreciated the gesture nonetheless, you supposed.

He put one of his sweatshirts over your head “I’m… gonna Get… you sick if I wear..” he quickly quieted you, telling you it’s fine and to relax. 

He cuddled you until you feel asleep after that, waiting for you to close your eyes.

Kento Nanami

He walked through the door, hanging up his coat and putting aside his knife. He ran a hand through his hair as he smelled food in the aid. He  was wondering why you were cooking, since he thought you were at a mission and would be until late.

He walked into the kitchen “My love?” He said into the kitchens direction. You looked up and smiled softly, tiredly. He scanned your figure out he walked through the doorway. “Are you alright? Why aren’t you at your mission?”

You looked back at the food “I-um-“ your voice cracked, you cringed “I wasn’t feeling well.. so Yaga sent me home” Yoh said quietly, as to not aggravate your throat. He furrowed his eyebrows at you “You’re sick, why are you cooking?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and gently pulled you away

You coughed “I wanted to make dinner for you..” You mumbled into his shoulder, your body feeling weak in his arms. He knew you always tended to overwork yourself, trying to do anything to earn praise for him. He looked at your face and kissed your forehead.

 “How are you feeling, beautiful? nauseous? Hot? Cold?” He asked. You mumbled something about feeling weak before you collapsed in his arms. He turned the stove off and took your temperature. He cursed under his breath when he saw your fever. 

He picked you up bridal carry and put you in your room, getting a bucket and putting it by the bed

He ran his hands through your hair and put an ice pack on your head, he flipped through a book with his other hand. 

<>

You woke up, and let out a pained groan

“Just relax, I’ve got you Y/n-baby” he said it comfortingly, but all you felt was needy and hot and overwhelmed. 

He looked at you and put down his book, wiping your face with a chilled cloth. “how’s that feel?” He asked “better…” you said. He had called Yaga and asked what happened, and got all the details. He pressed his cold hands to your cheeks, you looked up to see him with pieces of blonde hair framing his face

You pick up your book and sit there for awhile, squinting at the pages but your head getting dizzy ever time you try to read. You put it down, a bit frustrated.

Nanami picked it back up, opened to the page you were on before starting to read to you, whispering in your ear. You looked up at him with hearts in your eyes. He chuckled at your look

He called in sick the next day of work, just to pamper you all day, make you soup, and cater to your every need

Choso Kamo

Choso came back from training with Yuji, running inside to greet you. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you asleep in a chair at the kitchen counter. He gasped and went to you, shaking you as if making sure you were alive

You gasped awake, letting out a cough. You looked up at saw Chosos puppy-like expression. “A-are you okay?” He says, examining your face

You sighed “I’m alright”

He pouted as he watched you. He sat there for awhile, just watching you scroll on your phone before he spoke up

“Why do you look dead?” You looked at him and blinked “not in a mean way! You.. look…. Um…” “sick?” You said. He nodded. “Cause I am, Cho” he looked at you and his eyes widened “are you okay!? Do you need to go to the doctor!? I- I can!-“ “no, it’s okay baby” you cut him off

He went back to looking at you like a sad puppy, before you ubruptly got up and went to the bathroom, throwing up in the trash. He quickly grabbed your hair messily and held it “I-is this normal!? Is— are you meant to- is that— are you okay!? Your hot and- and” you smiled softly sad his worriedness, before gagging. He looked at you scared

“Immm… I’m okay.” You said, he quickly went on to ask questions and questions before you cut him off “it’s normal, I got hit by a curse baby… I’m okay” you said as you looked up at him. He went quick and punched your cheeks, making your head to look at your features. 

“I only have a slight fever, I took medication” you murmured. He picked you up “Well then.. I’ll take care of you! So you can feel better, yes?” He exclaimed, as if he had the best idea ever. You smiled and nodded, he picked you up and brought you to bed, tucked into his chest.

“Your skin feels so hot…” he mumbled, his hand resting on your forehead. You chuckled and smiled up at him, weakly albeit. That didn’t make his heart feel any better

“Can I make you food?” He said. You sighed “you can barely turn the stove on, Cho” he gave you a pouty expression, but he gave up immedietly when he heard you cough and decided to take you outside to get you some fresh air instead

“Choooo… I don’t wanna get up” you mumbled. So in turn, he picked you up and brought you out. You rolled your eyes as you laid in the grass. He looked happy atleast, but you could see the concern behind his eyes.

He rubbed your back, his mind racing with endless what-ifs, but the feeling of you in his arms eased him just a bit as he unable the fresh air

Ryoumen Sukuna

He sensed something off. He felt it, a sort of weariness.

Of course he snooped around, when he heard a coughing from the bedroom down the hall. He walked down, his arms crossing as he kicked the door open to reveal you: his favorite concubine, hunched over in bed. He cleared his throat for your attention

“My- my lord?” You stuttered out. He heard the rasp in your voice, and it was weaker than normal. He raised an eyebrow. “What is wrong.” You shook your head

“Tell me.” He demanded. “It’s.. I’m sick. I’m okay.” You said. He stared you down for a little while

“What are you, weak? Pathetic.” You huffed, and coughed, putting a hand to your chest. He walked closer to you and put his large hand on your cheek, turning your head “You are warm. You are stronger than this, this is not some normal human illness” you shook your head.

“Curse” you mumbled. “A curse? I shall kill it.” You rolled your eyes but shrugged. He left promptly

<>

Uruame walked into your quarantine-like room and set down soup and medicine by your bedside, you thanked them but was suprised they knew you were sick.

“Lord Sukuna notified me of your illness” they said. You nodded “oh… alright.” You said, picking at the food and taking the medicine.

Uruame left with their tray, they always wondered why Sukuna seemed.. gravitated towards you. They suspected that you were good in bed, and he could appreciate that. But they sensed it was more.

You yourself never really knew, but that didn’t matter much now. He barged into your room. “I see Uruame brought what I requested” he said. Walking in. “Where were you?” “Killing said curse.” You went silent

You did not realize he actually was going to kill the curse

“Thank you…?” You said, he huffed. “Eat.” “I’m not feeling very peckish” “I don’t care” “..I’m-“ he cut you off by shoving a spoon of hot soup in your mouth. You swallowed and looked at him, “hey-“ you said before your face was shoved with another spoonful. You just gave up and let him feed you, at that point

“Stupid mortal, getting sick when you can’t even defend yourself. Pathetic, puny, wretched, idiot.” He said “okay..okay..” you murmured “don’t sass me.” “Yes sir…” 

He watched you lay down and he turned your light off “Sleep. You need it.” You gave him puppy dog eyes to lay with you. He eventually gave in and laid in your bed, grabbing you close by the nape of your neck like a cat

You fell asleep to the gentle thrum of his heartbeat, he pulse beating against your cheek

Ino Takuma

Ino walked through the door on the phone with somebody, he was excited as he explained to Nanami everything that happened today.

He walked by the bathroom and his heart dropped, his phone falling out of his hand when he saw your limp body. He yelled “Y/n!” And rushed to the bath, where you startled awake “what? Huh?” You mumbled, your voice still sore from the sickness you’ve had ever since the morning.

“I thought you were drowned or something I don’t know, holy crap..” his heart slowed down as he realized you’re okay. He picked up his phone “Sorry Nanamin, yes, they’re okay. Fell asleep in the bathtub. Yes, okay bye!!” He said and put down his phone. 

“Long day?” He said, fetching you a towel and looking away while you got out.

“Mmmm-hmmm” you responded, wrapping it around your body. He noticed how nasally you sounded “sick?” “Curse” “oh..” he said. He peaked and turned around when he saw you decent. “Want me to make some food? You look like you haven’t eaten in a bit” “that’d be nice.. thanks” you mumbled

<>

After he got your food, he went to you and asked about what happened. So as you sipped your tea, you explained how you had fallen asleep in the bathtub because the warm water was soothing, and you were just tired. You didn’t notice his hand getting closer before he was scratching your back

It soon turned into a massage as you relaxed and he took care of you, making a few jokes to lighten you up. “Why don’t we watch a movie, yeah?” He suggested. You smiled and nodded. He put in a movie and held you, watching it from behind you. He ended up playing with your hair, and you nearly fell asleep again . He snickered and kissed your forehead and face all over. You laughed “babe! I’m sick” he kissed your lips and you started having a coughing fit, he pulled away and looked worried.

You both shared a laugh at the convenience, you ruffling his hair and taking his beanie off, wrapping it around your head. He kissed your forehead again and put your head in his lap while you guys watched the movie. You laughed but clutched your throat, he switched to massaging your throat and focusing bc his attention solely on you.

You always felt loved when you were with him, he always made your heart melt with care

He stuck his tongue out when he noticed you staring, of course

[baelabong]

ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ (ꜱᴍᴜᴛ)

ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ! ɢ!ᴘᴍᴏᴍᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

plot: y/n being too hot for her own good and Momo wanting to keep her for herself

Warnings: smut

Rq: yes

Wc: 2.5k

You walk through the bustling hallways of the school, guiding Momo towards your child’s classroom. The conferences have gone well so far—each teacher has been professional and focused. But as soon as you step into Mr. Kim’s classroom, something feels off.

Mr. Kim, a young, overly friendly teacher, greets you with a smile that’s a bit too wide. His eyes light up when they land on you, and he quickly extends his hand. “Ah, you must be Y/N. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he says, his voice warm in a way that feels a bit too personal.

You smile politely, taking his hand. But his grip lingers longer than necessary, his eyes fixed on yours as he continues, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Before you can respond, you feel Momo’s presence beside you, her energy radiating irritation. She steps closer, placing a protective hand on your lower back, asserting her claim silently but clearly.

Momo noticed how Mr. Kim’s handshake lingered just a little too long, and her jaw clenched. You, being the ever so polite one, smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Kim.”

“Please, call me Jisoo,” he replied, his smile widening as he finally let go of your hand. “Your child is doing quite well in my class. But I have to say, it's no wonder, considering how involved you seem to be.”

Momo's eyes narrowed as she watched Jisoo’s gaze travel from your face to your figure. She stepped closer to you, placing a possessive hand on the small of your back.

“Of course, she’s involved,” Momo interjected, her voice low and firm. “We both are.”

Jisoo blinked, as if noticing Momo for the first time. He quickly recovered, though, offering her a somewhat forced smile. “Right, of course. It’s always good to see both parents taking an active role.”

Throughout the meeting, Momo’s temper simmered as she caught Jisoo’s lingering glances and overly familiar tone. When he leaned in too close while showing yoh the grade book, Momo tightened her grip on your waist, pulling you closer.

At one point, Jisoo “accidentally” brushed his hand against your arm while pointing out a detail in the notes. Momo's patience snapped.

“Careful there,” Momo said, her voice laced with warning. “You wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea.”

Jisoo chuckled, trying to play it off. “Just trying to make sure everything is clear. I wouldn't want Y/N to miss any details.”

Momo’s eyes were cold as she stared him down. “She won’t. I make sure of that.”

You, sensing the tension but not fully understanding its source, tried to smooth things over. “Thank you, Mr. Kim, for taking the time to explain everything. We really appreciate it.”

Jisoo nodded, but his eyes were on you, not Momo. “Anytime. If you ever have more questions, don’t hesitate to reach out. I’m always available… for you.”

Momo's grip on Y/N’s waist tightened almost painfully. “We’ll keep that in mind.”

As you left the classroom, you noticed Momo’s rigid posture and the angry set of her jaw. “Momo, are you okay?”

Momo didn’t respond immediately, her mind replaying the way Jisoo had looked at you. When they reached the car, she finally spoke, her voice tight with barely contained jealousy. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You frowned, confused. “He was just being friendly.”

“Friendly?” Momo scoffed as she started the car. “He was practically undressing you with his eyes.”

You laughed softly, trying to ease the tension. “You’re overreacting. It’s not like he did anything.”

Momo’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as they drove home. “That’s not the point, Y/N. He was checking you out, right in front of me. It’s disrespectful.”

You reached over to place a hand on Momo’s thigh, rubbing soothing circles. “You know I only have eyes for you, right?”

Momo’s jaw unclenched slightly, but the tension was still there. “I know, but it doesn’t mean I like it when someone else thinks they can look at you like that.”

——

The car ride home is thick with unspoken tension. Momo’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. You glance over at her, trying to gauge just how angry she is.

The moment you step inside the house, you barely have time to take off your shoes before Momo’s hands are on you dragging you to your shared bedroom. She pushes you against the wall, her body pressing into yours, her lips crashing against yours with a mix of passion and frustration.

You gasp into the kiss, caught off guard by her intensity. “Momo, what—?”

“Do you know how hard it was for me not to punch him?” Momo growls against your lips, her hands gripping your hips tightly. “To not knock him out for even thinking he could get close to you?”

You can feel the anger and jealousy radiating off her, and it sends a thrill through you. “Momo, he doesn’t matter,” you manage to say, but your words are lost as Momo’s lips move to your neck, biting and kissing with possessive fervor.

“No,” Momo murmurs, her hands already working on undressing you, her touch rough and urgent. “I need to remind you who you belong to.”

Your breath hitches as she tugs your clothes off, her movements almost frantic with need. You can feel the jealousy in every touch, every kiss, and it makes your heart race. “Momo, I’m yours,” you whisper, trying to reassure her, but she’s not listening.

Momo pulls you closer, her lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss. “Damn right you are,” she growls, her hands sliding down your body, claiming you in a way that leaves no doubt in your mind who you belong to.

You’re breathless as she presses you harder against the wall, her hands possessively exploring every inch of your skin. There’s a desperation in her touch, a need to make sure you know exactly who you belong to.

Y/N blinked in surprise at Momo’s sudden aggression, but she didn’t resist. “Momo, it’s okay—”

“No, it’s not,” Momo interrupted, her lips crashing against Y/N’s in a heated, possessive kiss. “You’re mine, Y/N. No one else gets to look at you like that.”

Y/N moaned softly into the kiss, her hands moving to grip Momo’s shoulders as Momo’s hands roamed over her body. “Momo…”

Momo’s lips trailed down Y/N’s neck, nipping and biting possessively, leaving very obvious red marks on her neck. “I need to remind you who you belong to,” she murmured against her skin, her hands already working on removing Y/N’s clothes.

Y/N shivered at the intensity in Momo’s voice, her body responding to Momo’s touch despite the aggressive edge. “You don’t have to be jealous,” she whispered, trying to reassure her girlfriend even as her own desire grew.

Momo growled softly, her hands gripping Y/N’s hips as she pressed her against the wall harder. “I don’t want anyone else even thinking they have a chance with you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as Momo’s hands slid lower, her touch possessive and demanding. “They don’t,” Y/N managed to gasp out. “I’m yours, Momo. Only yours.”

Just as Momo’s hands started to slide beneath Y/N’s clothes, a small voice interrupted them. “Mommy, I’m hungry…”

Both of you froze, turning to see your daughter standing in the doorway, her big eyes blinking up at you with curiosity.

Momo groaned softly, pulling back slightly, her possessive demeanor momentarily replaced by a softer, more tender one. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go change into your pajamas?” she suggested gently. “Then Mommy and I will make dinner.”

Your daughter tilted her head, glancing between the two of you. “Okay, but don’t take too long!” she said with a giggle before running off.

Momo turned back to you, a smirk playing on her lips. “Where were we?”

You laughed softly, pulling her closer again. “Dinner, huh?”

Momo’s smirk deepened as she leaned in, her voice low. “That can wait”

Momo’s eyes were dark with desire as she pressed you firmly against the wall, her breath hot against your neck. With swift movements, she undressed just her bottoms, the fabric dropping to the floor in a careless heap. Her hands then found their way to you, deftly stripping away every last piece of your clothing until you stood bare before her. The air was thick with tension, every second charged with anticipation.

As Momo wrapped her hand around her veiny cock, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The sight of it, glistening with pre-cum at the tip, sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. She noticed your reaction, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “You like what you see?” she teased, her voice a low, husky whisper that made your heart race even faster.

With one arm, she pinned you against the wall, her strength holding you in place effortlessly. Her free hand guided her cock to your entrance, teasing you with its warmth. You bit your lip, your body trembling with need as she took her time, drawing out the moment until you were practically begging for her. Finally, with a satisfied sigh, Momo began to push into you, her movements powerful and relentless from the very start.

Your breath hitched, your body arching against hers as she filled you completely. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through you, your mind spinning with the intensity of it all. “Momo… dinner,” you managed to whisper, though your voice was shaky and uncertain, your words almost lost in the haze of your overwhelming sensations.

Momo chuckled against your ear, the sound deep and filled with confidence. “Dinner can wait,” she growled, her pace quickening, each movement more intense than the last. Her grip on your hips tightened, pulling you closer as if she couldn’t stand even the smallest distance between you two. It felt like she wanted to claim every inch of you, to make sure you knew you were hers.

“Jump,” she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. Without hesitation, you obeyed, wrapping your legs around her waist, holding on for dear life as her thrusts became more forceful. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you, your whines and moans filling the room as you begged for more.

Momo’s cock found that perfect spot inside you, and when she hit it, you let out a loud, uninhibited cry of pleasure. The sensation was almost too much to bear, your body trembling uncontrollably as you teetered on the edge. But just as you were about to lose yourself entirely, Momo leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. Her hand slid over your mouth, silencing you with a teasing yet commanding touch.

“Shh,” she whispered, her voice a tantalizing mix of amusement and authority. “We don’t want Juna to hear us, do we?” The thrill of her words sent a new wave of excitement through you, your heart pounding not just from the intensity of your connection, but from the possibility of being caught.

You shook your head slightly, your eyes wide as you looked into Momo’s gaze. The possessiveness in her eyes made your pulse race even faster, a deep, primal part of you responding to her dominance.

Momo’s smirk deepened, her voice dropping to a low, possessive whisper. “Unless… you want to be loud, so that dumb teacher knows exactly who you belong to.” The mere suggestion sent waves of heat through your body, your eyes fluttering shut as you nodded, unable to form words. The intensity of the moment had taken over completely, leaving you at Momo’s mercy.

Seeing your response, Momo didn’t hold back. Her pace quickened, her thrusts becoming harder, more insistent, as if she was determined to push you both over the edge. The rhythm of your bodies moving together became all that mattered, the world around you fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

But just as you were about to reach that sweet release, the sound of small footsteps echoed down the hallway. Momo cursed softly under her breath, her movements slowing in frustration as Juna’s voice called out, “Mommy, I’m ready!”

Momo’s eyes met yours, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickering across her face. With a groan, she picked up her pace again, determined to finish what she started. “We’ll be there soon, baby!” she called back, her voice strained as she tried to hold onto the moment.

The urgency in her movements grew, her body pressing against yours with renewed intensity. You could feel her getting closer, her breathing becoming more ragged as she struggled to keep control. Before you could say anything, Momo leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated, desperate kiss that stole your breath away.

“Just let me finish,” she whispered against your lips, her voice thick with need. “Let me cum in you. Please, baby. Please.” The raw desire in her tone sent shivers down your spine, making it impossible to deny her.

You nodded, still breathless, your body aching for the release that was just within reach. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you whispered into her ear, each word spurring her on, urging her to go faster, harder. “Just a little more, Momo. You’re doing so well.”

Momo’s movements became frantic, her body trembling as she reached the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, she buried herself deep inside you, her cock pulsing as she spilled herself into you. The sensation was overwhelming, your own orgasm ripping through you as you clung to her, your bodies trembling together in the aftermath.

As you both caught your breath, Momo slowly pulled out, her cock now softening as the last of her cum dripped from you. The intensity of the moment lingered in the air, a shared understanding passing between you as you hurried to put your clothes back on. There was no time to clean up, no time to savor the moment as Juna’s voice called out again.

With a quick, knowing smile, Momo helped you straighten your clothes before turning to tend to your daughter. You followed her into the other room, your legs still shaky from the intensity of what had just happened. Momo took Juna’s hand, her demeanor shifting effortlessly from passionate lover to caring mother.

As you started making dinner, you could hear Momo and Juna laughing together in the next room, the sound warming your heart. The chaos of the moment faded away, replaced by the quiet comfort of your family’s routine.

Later, as you lay together in bed, you stroke Momo’s hair softly, your body still humming from the intensity of what just happened. Momo’s arm is wrapped around you possessively, her earlier anger slowly fading into a gentle protectiveness.

“Momo,” you whisper, kissing her forehead softly. “You don’t have to get so worked up.”

Momo sighs, her hold on you tightening slightly. “I just… I hate when someone else thinks they can have you.”

You tilt her chin up to meet your gaze, your voice full of affection. “No one else can. I’m yours, Momo. Only yours.”

A small smile tugs at her lips as she finally relaxes, the jealousy melting away as she buries her face in the crook of your neck, content in the knowledge that you’re hers and hers alone.

“Good,” she murmurs, her voice soft as she kisses your neck gently. “Because I’m never letting you go.”

[simp4konig]

You say Nikto likes eye contact, I say; imagine him w/ an S/O whose bad with eye contact but they try so hard for him. They try to make direct eye contact with him for at least five minutes a day

He sees their eyes water because they keep forgetting to blink. It doesn't matter if he said they don't need to do it because they'll do it anyway

Nikto: You do not need to do this-

S/O, hasn't blinked in two minutes: There's still three minutes on the clock, lover boy

"anon i love yoh so much for this ohmy fucking god this os great" — what i wrote as a draft and kept in my wips for 10 days 🤯

You were blinking profusely, whereas Nikto hadn't even once.

Eyes puffy and pink, verging on red with the various capillaries spilling into his sceleras like rivers, his steel blue eyes scrutinised you.

Dilated pupils consumed the blue of his hues, and if it wasn't for how the light reflected off his eyeballs, it would have been easy to mistake the colour of his eyes as a deep, dark, black. Like a bottomless abyss. Or a void.

His eyes never strayed from yours, and he hadn't averted his gaze at any point.

Yours, however, were flickering. You were blinking profusely, willing yourself not to look away, focusing on his left eye, then the right, then the left and the right and the left, sights flitting from side to side, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Beads of sweat trailed down the side of your forehead.

Still. Not once did you look away.

It's been 3 minutes now — 3 minutes and 12 seconds exactly, according to the stopwatch on your phone — but it felt like centuries. An eternity.

To give credit where credit was due, Nikto had to praise you for your efforts.

Although he could by no means be able to communicate it directly, he would express his appreciation in another way. By making your life a little bit easier: now.

"Three minutes."

Ears teary from the strain, you hummed in acknowledgement, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as you swallowed awkwardly: "Uh-huh."

"That's enough."

"N-no! I said five minutes, so it's going to be five minutes!"

"Y/N..."

"No," you insisted in a hoarse voice, pleading nonverbally with your eyes, desperate to please him, not simply appease him. "Please."

"There are tears in your eyes."

"My eyes are dry... I need eye drops... but I'm okay! R-really—"

"—Come," he said, pausing the stopwatch at 3:38, already tugging your arm to pull you up. "I'll do it for you. You've done enough."

Finally, you tore your gaze away, ashamed, embarrassed, and feeling like you failed him.

"...I haven't."

"You have," he affirmed gruffly, and he afforded himself a ghost of a smile, since he knew that you'd miss the way that his eyes crinkled with your gaze fixed on the floor. "Last time it was 2:56. It's an improvement."

He rested a large paw on your shoulder, and squeezed gently.

"You should be proud. We are."

[snghnlvr]

[2] 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. / park sunghoon

park sunghoon x fem reader!

synopsis : you’re in a crisis whether or not to avoid sunghoon forever after your indirect confession backfired, however sunghoon wants to know why you’re ignoring him. you realized that you can’t avoid him for the rest of your life.

here’s part one of take a chance with me!

includes : 2.1k words | cursing | jake and yunjin makes an appearance!! | angst to comfort to fluff !! | happy ending :3

extra : i didn’t expect so much love part one received T-T thank you so much for supporting it <3 | yn is me when i deal with a messy situation :// | sunghoon is touchy?? | both of them are a blushing mess lol | KISSING | i’m sorry if part two isn’t up to your expectations T-T

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

[below the cut]

“you like sunghoon!?” your best friend, yunjin shrieked. her eyes were wide and her mouth opened, leaning back in shock as both of you are sitting in your bed.

you nodded disappointedly, holding a pillow on your lap.

after what happened last week, you decided to share the news to your best friend, yunjin because one, you needed to rant to someone and two, you’re comfortable around her as she’s open minded with a lot of things - especially with boys.

“you mean, the park sunghoon?” she emphasized each other, leaning closer to you with each other and scanning you as if you’re lying.

you nodded once again. “alright yunjin, share it with the whole world!” you rolled your eyes with her as yunjin leaned back again, nibbling her lip. she was thinking of something to solve the situation you’re dealing with because heck she didn’t know how to fix this one.

“argh!” you groaned, laying down in your bed as you covered yourself in your fluffy blanket. you closed your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect yourself and not rethink about last week.

yunjin just stared at you, eyes wandering all over your room. “well,” she started.

“sunghoon doesn’t know that it was you sending letters.”

you removed the blanket from your face, pouting at yunjin because she does have a point.

“but he said that he hates people sending him letters!” you shouted, once again putting the blanket over your head.

yunjin believes that you’re acting like a little girl. and you would think yourself too.

“but he doesn’t know that it’s you!”

“but he said it himself!”

at this point you kept arguing with yunjin, back and forth, screaming at each other’s faces. there was no solution except talking it out but you’re blushing at the thought of talking to him. you can’t bring yourself to talk to sunghoon, it’s just embarrassing.

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[now playing… take a chance with me by NIKI]

in the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.

you looked out the window as it’s a free period from your class schedule. it was cleaning period so all of your classmates are all over the place. you leaned down with your arms planted down on the window. your eyes were scattering at the outside view from your building.

the faded music from your classroom that was played from your classmates, did not help you in moving on from park sunghoon, if anything it made yoh regret everything, even your rejected letters.

your eyes were following each snowflake in a way to stay awake. your tired eyes were starting to shut off due to your classes that were stressing you out. you were also mentally drained from thinking about sunghoon and what to do.

do you continue being friends with him after he indirectly broke your heart or just flatly avoid him like a coward you are? both of them doesn’t solve anything.

you heard sudden screaming from down the hall. your eyes shifted from the view to whatever commotion was happening. it was getting crowded by girls so you didn’t know that was happening.

you kept peeking at whatever was happening. you were curious of it.

your heart paused when you caught a glimpse of sunghoon.

after the news spread like rapid fire that sunghoon won #1st place in his competition, sunghoon’s popularity rose. girls started to like him more and people wanted to be friends with him. it worsen your chances of liking sunghoon.

you noticed sunghoon’s cheek dimples when girls started mini conversations with him especially complimenting him and giving him gifts as a way to congratulate him in getting #1st place.

you smiled at the sight, feeling bitter as the feelings you felt last week were reoccurring. you miss that smile of his.

maybe it is time to move on.

as you were standing up, grabbing the broom next to you to sweep up the dust on the floor, sunghoon finally noticed you.

he’s been wanting to talk to you, heck, even see you but you weren’t in his sight. even when in class, usually you would try to steal glances (yes sunghoon knew about it but didn’t say anything) across the room but now, you just focused on the work in front of you. not even sparing a glance at him.

he observed you, assuming, are you ignoring me? he even pouted when you just left class, walking past him when his eyes were planted to yours, trying to make you look at him.

and now he has this opportunity in front of him. you weren’t busy nor occupied with someone. he quickly apologized to the girls, saying that he has somewhere to go.

he tried to leave the scene, making sure he isn’t pushing anyone and tries to jog towards you with your back faced towards him.

“y/n!”

you froze, recognizing the voice that was calling to you.

you turned around like a deer caught in headlights. you saw sunghoon breathing heavily, “hey..” he smiled upon looking at you.

you didn’t smile back, as you were shocked. you never expected a situation like this, not in public.

so you ran. you ran away away from him like the freak you are.

sunghoon was confused, standing still for a few seconds before his body moved to his own accord. he started chase after you. he was right about his assumption,

you were avoiding him.

that drove him motivation to more to run after you.

sunghoon noticed that you would walk the other direction if he approached you or look away if spared a glance at you. he wanted to know why. he wanted to know what’s wrong even if he didn’t do anything.

you didn’t know why your tears started falling after you made eye contact with sunghoon. your past emotions were resurfacing and you didn’t want to see sunghoon witness your pathetic side.

you wanted to run away and hide from sunghoon.

you didn’t know where you were going.

your legs soon gave up and you ended up in the school’s backyard. you were by yourself which was a good thing because no one will have to see you cry.

you were shivering like crazy because yeah, you just ran away towards outside when it’s snowing and you have nothing but a skirt (your school had heaters so you don’t feel cold once you enter) and a cardigan.

so smart y/n…

you were panting like crazy as if you ran 8 miles. you placed a hand on the wall to catch your breath.

“y/n..” a voice trailed behind you, also panting.

fucking park, did you follow me?

you turned around to see sunghoon with his messy hair and his messed up uniform. you noticed that he had a messy collar from running. you know you can’t run away from this situation.

“why..” you muttered at him with glossy eyes. you were undoubtedly confused as to why he followed you.

sunghoon slowly walked towards you and you noticed that he was holding his long coat in his arms. you looked back at him with hurt visible on his expression.

“why are you avoiding me?”

you were at a loss of words at the sudden confrontation. your heart was beating like crazy and you curse at yourself as to why you can’t form a single sentence. geez you might believe that sunghoon probably hates you.

“um..” come on y/n think!

sunghoon was staring at you, expecting a response but as he saw you shivering like a dog, he approached to you with his coat. he stood in front of you which didn’t help yourself form words.

he wrapped it around your body, sending electric shocks in your body from his fingers touching your shoulders. you slowly looked up at sunghoon as he made sure to cover every inch of your body with his coat, even if it’s touching the floor.

“whatever i did,” sunghoon was fixing the collar as you kept staring at him with a sad smile. “i’m sorry.” he finally looked at you. your eyes started to swell up with tears like a crybaby.

you looked down so sunghoon wouldn’t see your tears falling. “you don’t understand,” you whispered. “you hate people like me.” you swore that your voice cracked.

sunghoon tilted his head at that assumption. “who told you that?” he tried lowering his head to look at you. “i would never hate you.” he softly said, hands slowly placed onto your shoulders, gently massaging them to ease you.

“whoever said that is a bitch.” you chuckled at sunghoon’s words. how ironic.

“i guess you’re a bitch.” you looked up to him with a slight, amused smile. his eyebrows quirked at your words. you looked at him and noticed the snowflakes on his hair. you wanted to remove them but you held back.

“what do you mean? have i said anything?” you can hear the genuineness in his tone. you can’t be mad at him forever, it’s not even his fault.

“those love letters,” you decided to just spill it out. “do you why they’re gone? why you’re not receiving them?” you didn’t expect a response. “because they were from me sunghoon. i wrote the letters to you.”

now it was sunghoon’s turn to be frozen. his hands stopped massaging you, his lips puffed out air in shock, and his eyes are slightly wide. you couldn’t handle his stare so you sniffled, looking down.

you expected a disgusted look from sunghoon and let him reject you. what you didn’t expect is that, it didn’t happen. your imagination became false when you felt his lips onto yours.

you felt like time stopped. your eyes were wide in shock and your body became still. you felt sunghoon’s fingers slowly reach your waist, digging into them to be closer to you.

his eyes were close and his lips were slowly moving, hesitant to continue. your eyes were slowly closing as you realized that sunghoon is indeed kissing you.

you can hear your rapid heartbeat echoing in your head and you stopped crying. you can imagine yourself a blushing mess and your thoughts are all over the place.

the park sunghoon is kissing me.

sunghoon let go (unfortunately) and looked at you while you were processing at what happened. sunghoon saw your cheeks becoming more red but didn’t comment about it. he instead, fixed your hair strands from your face and put them behind your ear. he noticed a snowflake falling onto your nose. he wanted to kiss it but he controlled himself.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t know it were yours.” sunghoon’s hand slowly reached to the side of your face, his thumb staying at your tear stained cheek as he gently rubbed your skin. you leaned towards his soft touch. “fuck y/n i really am sorry.” he apologized once again, feeling utterly terrible.

“i only said that because i like you. i only said that bullshit because i’m in love with you, not anyone else. i didn’t want anyone else but you.” you were at a loss of words.

“i like the way you help others before yourself, how passionate you look like talking about the things you like, how you look so focused on the classes i don’t even like, the cookies you baked for the class, i liked them. i liked every bite of them. i like your eyes, your hair, your voice-” your eyes dilated at the sudden confession sunghoon is making about you as he starts looking at the ground because he can’t look at you in the eyes when he’s confessing his love for you.

“shit i-i didn’t know it was yours, i didn’t mean to hurt you last week-“ sunghoon was rambling whatever what was coming on top of his head. he wanted to ramble to show how regretful he is.

“hey,” you softly spoke, catching sunghoon’s attention. he looked at you with sadness and disappointment, especially in himself. he doesn’t deserve a girl like you. you just smiled at him as he was wondering why you aren’t punching him in the face.

well, you did call him a bitch…

“you didn’t know it was from me, it’s only natural to react like that. i became an idiot and didn’t talk to you about the letters, i was just a coward because i was scared to be rejected by you.” you chuckled at yourself, shivering at the cold despite being covered by sunghoon’s coat.

sunghoon noticed and pulled the coat tighter on you. he even buttoned you up so the snow won’t touch your clothes. you can’t help but feel warm on the inside. “yeah an idiot for running without a jacket.” he replied, pouting at your stubbornness.

“i’m assuming that you threw them away?” you asked sunghoon as he guilty looked away. you weren’t mad at him, for he didn’t know. “i’ll start writing them again.” you said confidently. you didn’t know where your boldness was coming from.

sunghoon looked at you with sparks on his eyes. “but on one condition.” you suddenly said, using your index finger.

“mhm go on i’m listening.” sunghoon stared at you with a loving gaze and his hands wrapped around your waist and you suddenly can’t speak.

is this his way of flirting?

abruptly, you stood on your tippy toes and pecked his lips. sunghoon was caught off guard when he felt your lips on him. you looked at him innocently when his lips were ajar. you smiled cheekily at him.

“shit y/n,” he pressed his chest with his palm. “you can’t do stuff like that.” he pouted and you can’t help but giggle at the sight you’re seeing.

“like what?”

sunghoon leaned down towards you. “two can play that game.” you saw sunghoon smirked as he whispered to you, feeling his warm breath onto your skin.

you were about to ask him what he meant but he beat you to it when both of his hands cupped your face, making your cheeks squished. he smiled at the sight before kissing you once again and the warm feeling inside of you happens once again. both of you felt it.

the feeling, it felt so right. your lips felt perfect onto his. you smiled against the kiss and sunghoon felt it. he smiled into the kiss as well. he tilted his head to the side, kissing you deeper. you couldn’t breathe both literally and figuratively.

both of you stopped, panting for air. both of you leaned away but sunghoon still cupped your cheeks because he wanted to be close to you. both of you were a blushing mess but kept quiet about it as you kept smiling towards each other, never wanting this to end. you both leaned your foreheads together, being silent but staring into each other’s eyes.

“what the fuck.”

sunghoon turned around and saw jake. you squinted your eyes from afar and saw yunjin staring. the two of them stared at the both of you with a stunned expression.

can’t wait to explain this one.

-

thank you for reading ! <3

@yizhoutv

[bengiyo]

Take 2 haha

For the character break down, Segasaki from My Personal Weatherman :)

I deeply appreciate your patience on this one. I originally answered this one but then Tumblr ate the ask for some reason. I had a busy weekend, so here's our second attempt!

How I feel about this character

I actually really like this absolute mess of a man. I'm not in kink culture, but this was one of the shows I felt I benefited the most from reading @lutawolf reactions for. I found his devotion to Yoh really compelling, and I really enjoyed how completely Yoh often misunderstood him. I also had a blast with his flares of jealousy and deeply unhinged behavior around it. It's rare that we get characters with intensely sexual relationships that are this out of emotional alignment, and I really liked digging into why Segasaki liked Yoh, and how much heteronormativity fueled their mess.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Just Yoh. He would probably be mad if I thought he had eyes for anyone else.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I genuinely don't remember him having a friend or confidant to talk to in this show. Still, I enjoyed every scene he had with Manju.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't know if it's unpopular or not, but I actually really hated the school flashback stuff. It felt a bit divergent from the character read we had earlier on his dynamic with Yoh, and I felt like I got confused.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I really wish they had gotten a second season or a movie, because I genuinely feel like they left this story unfinished. Segasaki and Yoh had finally started talking to each other, but I don't feel like we had resolved the issues with them.

[spidernuggets]

this is so tropey and cliché yet I cannot help but adore it sooo a calm chill peace n love pacifist type of gal who only uses computer skills/detective skills/whatnot for the titans but never violence. that is until some asshat takes jason hostage and reader to the sheer shock of everyone goes deathstroke level violent, demolishes everything, sneaks out alone to single handedly rescue jason whilst the titans are still tryna figure out a plan, and jason wakes up back in titans tower to find out that it wasn't a team effort to get him back, that reader did it all alone and killed the people who took him, jason is maybe a lil shit and is all thanks but I had the situation under control, and then he asks why she cares so much and she's like I don't but if they killed you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself 😊 👉👈

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Note: I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING SO LONG TO GET THIS OUT, BABES!!! I'M IN MY FINAL YEAR OF SCHOOL, AND I HAVE EXAMS LIKE EVERY WEEK REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CRIES. ALSO, the first part of this fic is kinda based on Jason and Gar's little moment before they go down to the subways.

"What are you doing now, nerd?" Jason walks into the computer room where yoh sat in front of the downgraded version of the Bat Computer. He leans against the edge, budging your leg with his to get your attention.

"That name is hypocritical, theatre nerd," you bite back.

"Holy shit, they're thespians, not theatre nerds."

"Same difference. Anyways, if you must know, Arkham Asylum's system broke down. Dick asked me to help them fix it. It's fine now, but a bunch of crims broke out. Some are back in, but a few handfuls are still out there. No one above Riddler level. We'll be fine," you say, leaning back on the chair, hands resting behind your head.

"Need any help, babe?" He asks.

You'd be a pathological liar if you said all the nicknames he gave you didn't make your face heat up. You always liked Jason. He has the smart potential that everybody else seems to refuse to see. But you appreciate it.

You shrug. "I dunno. You can if you want, I'm just trying to find where these criminals would be next. But it just looks like they're breaking in and stealing shit from wherever. They pick one building and then move on to a whole different area," you frown, unable to find a pattern.

Jason squints at the big screen. "Hey, zoom into that street over there," he points to the corner of the city's map. You furrow your brows, but oblige. "They're not targeting random buildings, sweet thing," he mutters.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Look. See those buildings there? They already have past records of breaking and entering, and robbery. These Arkham crims are targeting untouched places." Jason says, observing the area.

You then go on your own computer, searching the history of crime through Gotham. Sure, the majority of residents were witnesses or victims to these crimes, but there's still places that have been safe for a good while.

"Hey, all these buildings. I know them." He adds. "Bruce enforced higher security. They're aiming for Wayne Enterprise sponsored buildings!"

"How did I miss that?" You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, Jason, your a bloody genius." You missed the whiplash he got, looking at you in awe for such a simple compliment. "Alright, let me just go mark these locations and I'll go and let Dick know."

"Woah, woah," Jason holds your shoulder. "He doesn't need to know. He's already so busy. I'll handle them. You said it yourself, 'we'll be fine'." He says proudly.

You sighed. "Jay, I know you'd be fine. What's not fine is knowing for a fact that you'd show no mercy and probably make all of them bite the curb." You crossed your arms, folding one leg over your other.

"Ugh, c'mon, Y/n. I promise I won't, and I promise I'll be safe. Dick and the other guys need to know that I can do shit on my own!" He starts to beg. You always knew how important Robin is to him. You were actually impressed about how passionate he was to a mask.

You sighed again, staring at the floor while thinking. "Fine. But you need to be wired. At least be in contact with me. The moment you get into trouble, you call me, I'll get the others to help."

"Why don't you just come out with me? I know you git them badass combat skills?" Then, Jason gives you those eyes for when he asks you for something, and shamefully, you always give in. Not this time.

"Jay, you know why. Even just giving someone a oetty slap just doesn't do it for me."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But if you're ready to throw a punch, make sure I'm there to see," Jason winks as he's about to leave to suit up. But you call out to him.

"Jason." He turns. "You don't need to prove yourself to anyone. Not to me at least," you gave him a sympathetic look. Jason just gives a slight nod in return before turning again and leaving to get ready.

"You sent Jason out there?!" Dick storms into your room without knocking.

You were sat on your bed, holding your hands up. "Woah, man, I could've been changing or something," you say nonchalantly. "Jason will be fine, Dick. He is capable enough of defending himself. Besides, I have him wired, so if he needs help, he can contact me." You say, eyes focused on the laptop placed on your legs.

"Okay, genius, then why did Hank inform me just now that Jason's unresponsive and that his tracker has been disconnected!" Dick yells at you. You stop typing.

"I'm sorry," you choke out a sarcastic laugh, getting off your bed, walking out of your room, Dick following suit. "What? It sounds like you're saying someone cut off all connections that Jason has to us," you said, hoping that you heard wrong or that it was some lame, insensitve prank. You walk into the debriefing room, where the other Titans were. And to prove what Dick said was true, the screens showed that there were no signs of Jason, his tracker, or his wire.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Dick replies sternly. "Jason's gone missing, possibly kidnapped. Why didn't you tell me he was going out?! Why didn't you tell us?"

Hank chimes in. "Yeah, kid. You know how reckless Jason can be-"

You chucked your laptop to the wall, completely smashing it, the screen chipping everywhere, and the keys scattering across the floor. It instantly made the room dead silent.

You stayed silent, too. You said nothing, giving the others no explanation to your sudden, quiet outburst, and headed back to your room.

From behind you can hear Dick sigh, and preoare everyone to find Jason.

You had other plans.

You didn't know where Jason could be. But from the tracker, you can pinpoint his last known location. Not that you told Dick or even Bruce, but you managed to connect your smartwatch to Jason's tracker. No, you are not a stalker... is what you always repeated to yourself. You just wanted to be the first one to always be sure that your spontaneous friend is okay. And look at what good it's doing.

Opening your closet, deep in the back, situated your throwing knives and flame thrower.

"Come to mama," you whispered. Sure, the use of violence is more or less a disturbance to you. But these assholes have your friend hostage. And you know that if you stay with the others, they'd slow you down.

You packed a backpack with everything you think you'd need, and you climbed out your window and ran to where Jason was seen last. You didn't have a hero suit of your own, seeing as you refused to kick ass with the others. Oh, well, you thought. A face mask would do you good.

You ended up in the outskirts of the city. There was no noise, and no Jason. But there was blood. Possibly his.

Unfortunately, there were only splatters and no trails that could guide you.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" A deeo, raspy voice said behind you.

You turn around and tilted your head. "Hello. I'm lookin' for a friend. About yay high, black domino mask, Christmas coloured superhero suit with an R on the left breast of the chest plate. Goes by the name Robin. You seen him anywhere?" You politely ask.

The gruffy man hummed. "Hmm. Show me what you're made of little lady, and I might spill a secret or two," he disgustingly smirks.

You shrug. "Since you asked so nicely." Swiftly, you threw a knife at him, slicing right through his shoulder as the man howls in agony.

"YOU BITCH," he screams.

You slowly walk up to him, and right as he tries to throw a punch, you dug, slicing his leg with another one of your knives, making him tumble to the concrete.

As he lays on his back, you tower over him, your foot resting on top of the knife that was impaled through his shoulder, making him cry out in pain.

"Now you listen to me, pretty little thing," you smile, mocming him. "After this, you're going to live. Because the sight of a dead body makes me gag. But the catch is," You reach for your flamethrower from your back, pointing it to the man's crotch as he whimpers in fear. "You're gonna be walkin' around with a fried dick. So what's it gonna be? Giving me a location? Or giving yourself a grilled sausage?"

You blink twice before he yells and reveals where Jason is. "Thank you so much, sweetie," you smiled, moving the flamethrower away and your foot lifting off the knife, turning to go find your friend.

He sighs out in relief, but you then turn back around. Saying nothing else, you point the flamethrower at his face, setting it off, letting the flames char his skin.

You hide behind crates in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, trying to search for Jason. You then go into a different room, and upon going in, you see a figure tied up in a chair, mouth covered in a dirty rag and a blindfold over his eyes.

My poor- shit. I mean. Poor Jason. You think.

The room was empty. It's an opportunity for you to help him. You cut the ropes, take the rag, and blindfold off.

"Jay?" You whispered. "Jason, wake up, c'mon we gotta go." It was no use.

"So you're the little gal burning up faces," another rough voice says.

You stand up straight, facing the significantly larger man in front of you. "Why does everyone keep calling me that? I'm the average height," you complained, crossing your arms.

The man grunts, snapping his fingers. Then, what seemed to be a whole army of men dressed in black and white striped jumpsuits appeared from every corner, with crooked grins and nasal chuckles.

"Naw, but you'd be cut, chopped, and sliced into little pieces after we're done with you, little thing," he smiles.

"All of you against me?" You pouted. Well, that's just not fair, is it? How about a little disadvantage for you guys." You threw knives in all light sources, smashing the bulbs, now with the only source of ligbt being the moon shining out from a window or two.

You quickly whip out night vision goggles, activating them and your flamethrower ready in your hands.

You start blasting at all the men that attempt (and failed) to attack you, quickly burning their faces, hands, legs, all over their bodies.

All you could hear were the sounds of their writhing pain. You also made sure to stay close to Jason, making sure no one tried to hurt him.

Just as you were about to roast another guy, your flamethrower suddenly ran out of fuel.

"Well, shit," you muttered to yourself. "Old fashioned, it is."

You used the flamethrower itself as a combat weapon, hurling it through their guts and crotches, any of their most vulnerable areas.

The last guy to go down was the supposed leader. You smash the flamethrower into his head, probably leaving a dent, and he falls to the ground. You then take out any knives that remain, stabbing them through bith his shoulders and shins.

You took out your remaining anger and adrenaline out on him by using the flamethrower, striking it against his abdomen.

"Asshole! Perveted! Kidnapping! Ugly! Son! Of! A! Bitch!" You exclaim with every blow.

You pants, looking around the room full of unconscious men. Even the one in the cape.

You lift him up, throwing his arm over your shoulder, beginning to haul him out of the warehouse.

By the time Jason woke uo, his head was spinning, his throat was dry, and his vision was blurry. He sits uo, trying to stay still to focus his vision. He then notices that his shirt is off and his torso is bandaged. There were also many patches all over his face.

He slowly gets uo from bed, wincing at the pain. On his nightstand, he sees a glass of water, pills and a sticky note.

"Take the pill and drink all the water, theatre nerd

- Other Nerd."

Jason couldn't help but smile at the little message and consideration. He did as was told, swallowing the pill and gulping down the water.

Wanting to get into bed, he heard voices coming out of his room. He leans against his dokr, trying to listen.

"Half of those guys are in death threatening condition! The other half have permanently damaged bones! You killed a guy, Y/n! When the fuck do you even kill!" It was Dick. Who seemed pissed. Wait.

Did he just put your name and the word kill in the same sentence?

"What was I meant to do, Dick? Lock them up and wait for them to escape again? You and I both know the justice system is bullshit!" You spit back.

"That doesn't make you the judge of death, Y/n!"

"What-Fucking-Ever! Here's an idea! Maybe if you had just a little faith in Jason, he wouldn't feel the need to go out there! He was just trying to help! You're his older brother. Act like it!" You bite, not wanting to hear another word coming out of Dick's mouth, and stormed into Jason's room.

Too bad you didn't know he was leaning on the other side of the door.

He grunts heavily, and you shove the door against him.

"Shit! Jay, what the hell are you doing out of bed!" You scold him, taking him by the arm and leading him back to bed.

"Hello to you too, nerd," he mumbles, lying back down.

"You just wake up? How you feelin'?" Your hand rests against his face.

"I'm fine. What happened?" He replies groggily.

You sighed, sitting on the floor, resting your chin on the edge of the bed. "You got kidnapped. Your tracker and wire went offline."

"So what were you and Dick arguing about?" His brows knit together.

Your head tilted so that you were leaning on your cheek.

"Just tell me, nerd," he scoffed.

"Went to save you on my own. Killed a guy," you shamefully admitted.

He smiled in disbelief. "I thought I was fuckin' hallucinating. Fuck, wished I was conscious to see you in action. You didn't even need to get me, nerd. I had everything under control." He scoffs at the end.

"Mm.. Okay, Mr. black eye and stabbed stomach," you reply tiredly, while poking his nose.

Jason sighs and stares at the ceiling. "Thanks." He mutters.You smile.

"Hm? What was that?" You tease.

"I'm not saying it again. You know what I said."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." You admire the side of his face.

"Why? Why go through all that, Y/n? You haven't even punched a person in who knows how long. And suddenly you put people in the hospital and kill someone? I don't understand," Jason suddenly says, turning to face you.

You look back at him. "They took you."

He shook his head, unsatisfied. "No. That's bullshit. Gar and Conner got kidnapped once. You didn't kill people then."

You looked away. "They aren't you." You mumble.

"So what? What the hell's so special about me, Y/n? Why do you care so much?" Jason was confused. He wanted answers as to why someone could care so much for him. He wanted to know why someone who doesn't believe in violence would kill for him when even his own family couldn't.

"I don't," you tried to excuse yourself. "But if they killed you, I would've killed everyone, and the Titans, and then myself," you casually say, still avoiding his gaze.

Jason couldn't help but snicker. "Sounds very caring to me, nerd," he lowly says.

You hum. "Mm, whatever."

He then dramatically sighs. "You know what, sweetheart. It's pretty cold up here. And I assume the floor isn't as comfortable as the bed," there's a look of both want and need in his eyes.

You smile. "What? Wamt a blankie?" You teased.

"Fuck, just come up here," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You said nothing else. Just quickly obliged, going around to the other side of the bed, lying beside him.

"You're too far," he complains.

"I'm gonna mess up your bandages," you pout.

"You're so stubborn," Jason says, using his gokd arm to pull you closer, making your head lay on his chest.

"You're one to talk," you snap, though nestling your head into his warmth.

He just hums in response, letting his lips linger on the crown of your head.

I'M SORRY AGAIN, ANON. this is probably lame... and I didn't know how to end it

cries 🥲

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

south africa but i've never been there also i'm drinking

HELLO MAGGOTS this is the good omens mascot here hello hello. my psychiatrist just spent today telling me how I won't be able to be out in college when it starts in May and I'll be misgendered etc etc it's all a good time. So my solution:

My darling cousin @imchronicallyonlinesowhat (the one who thought Sir Terry Pratchett looked like Sudha Murthy, was a kindly old woman and was married to Neil Gaiman because their book cover fonts were similar, OG maggots know the PAIN) who lives in South Africa asked me to make a South Africa post. FYI, she's moving to Australia for college, so you can be assured I shared my Australia posts with her she is SO prepared she won't say marmite instead of vegemite and she knows the Wibbles are inherently sexual. SOUTH AFRICA (I've only had a teeny weeny bit of cheap ass wine so far):

There a lot of white people there it's ineffable. There are enough of them there that my cousin regularly talks about not ever marrying someone who doesn't have some masala.

Afrikaans is a gorgeous language. I thought my cousin was showing me her Afrikaans notes once. She wasn't. It was her English notes, she just has the most illegible yet neat handwriting in the world.

They don't say yo but they say YOH and it sounds very much like a bass drum.

People at my cousin's school pump their hands in the air while saying jesus-jesus.

There's a trio of white boys that rule the school kind of like a genderswapped mean girls. They all look the same haircut-wise, they're Catholic and they're called the Triumvirate.

I'm realising here that my knowledge of South Africa is limited to cuzzy's school. But the wine is shit and I promised my blood-relative so I am continuing.

The books are fucking expensive and so everyone has to pirate shit. This sounds like the US.

Everyone is TALL. Like VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY TALL. The standard of height is insanely different from India. TALL.

If you don't have a last name you're going to get into legal trouble.

The no hat no play rule applies here as well as Australia apparently.

The wine cost like 2.5 dollars in USD if my conversion rates are correct, it smells like battery acid and tastes of rotted grapes. Nothing to do with South Africa, it's just that I cannot remember a single other thing about South Africa other than it's a country in Africa that's presumably in the South.

My braincells are already frying. For my cousin's sake, I'm going to compile all my Australia posts here so that she knows what to expect! Australian maggots your continent is about to be graced with the Good Omens Mascot bloodline. Notably the one with the Sudha Murthy fuck up so that's doubly fun. @howmanyholesinswisscheese, @im-a-sentient-magic-carpet, @madfangirlontheloose @obsessed-sketches @drconstellation and any other Aussie maggots be prepared and welcome her.

Toot Toot Chugga Chugga by the Wiggles is an Ineffable Husbands Song

Deaths in Australia in 2015, an ask

VEGEMITE IS NOT MARMITE, another passionate ask

Pt I Australia but I've never been there

Pt II Australia but I've never been there

Oh I hate cheap wine. @imchronicallyonlinesowhat I hope you appreciate this, blood of mine. I'm such a great cousin.

[itzynabi]

birthday boy

summary: in which nabi celebrates san’s birthday

set: early july 2024

word count: 1.9k

warnings: suggestive content [pls dont read if ure a minor or uncomfy with suggestive content🙏🏾]; mention of food; a makeout sesh and i think that’s it

an: my fave couple!! you donf even understand the joy i feel to finally be posting this yoh! feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

nabi’s masterlist

Nabi pressed the doorbell, swaying on the balls of her feet as she waited for the door to open. She waved her left arm around, causing the gift bag she was holding to hit her legs. She was about to press the button again when she heard Seonghwa’s voice.

“Who’s there?” He asked through the speaker.

“It’s Nabi,” She answered, putting her face in front of the camera so he could see her. She waved a peace sign by her eye. Seonghwa soon opened the door, letting Nabi in.

“How are you? It’s been a while since I last saw you,” he said as Nabi put her gift bag on the bench in the entryway. She traded her sneakers for a pair of slippers, raising to her full height again and grabbing her bag.

“I’m good. Working hard for our comeback,” she told the older man as he led her into the apartment.

“It’s in August, right?”

Nabi nodded. “Yeah, so we’re spending almost every day practising dances.”

“And you’re also doing That’s So Evie,” he said, offering her a seat on the couch.

She chuckled, sitting down with her bag at her feet. “I’m a busy person. How are promotions going?” She asked him about his promotions for BOUNCY.

“They’re good,” Seonghwa said, also sitting down. “Obviously a bit tiring, with how intense our choreography is, but we’re all enjoying it.”

“I haven’t spoken to you since my episode with Yunho and San came out,” she noted, pouting a little bit as she thought about it.

He nodded. “That’s right. And speaking of San, I’m assuming you’re here to see him?” He pointed at the gift bag by her feet.

Nabi smiled brightly. “You’re right. It’s a happy early birthday.”

“He’s in the shower right now–” he pointed to the bathroom, where Eve could hear water running– “but you can go to his room if you want to wait for him there.”

“Okay.” She nodded, standing up. She took hold of her bag as she walked around the couch. “If you’re asleep by the time I leave, then goodnight,” she told Seonghwa as she opened the door to San’s room.

“Goodnight,” he responded, going to his room.

Nabi entered San’s room, moving to sit on the bed. She looked around the room, sighing at the decor. Opening her gift bag, she looked for a place to put the throw blanket she brought over. Since San’s room was… struggling in the colour department, Nabi had made it her mission to add some brightness to it. She decided to place the purple blanket on San’s gaming chair. She was so busy staring at her new addition to the room that she didn’t notice San entering the room.

He was shocked to see someone in her room, but upon noticing it was her — her red hair gave her away — he smiled softly. He dropped the towel that he was using to dry his hair on the floor, walking to Nabi with purpose before wrapping his arms around her.

Nabi made a squeaking noise because of how sudden and strong San’s hug was. “Hi,” she said, turning around in his arms.

“Hi,” he replied. His eyes flickered over her shoulder, seeing the blanket on his chair as she chuckled lightly. “Did you know that every time you come over, you end up leaving something behind?”

She shrugged. “I don’t think you understand just how plain your room is. There’s only so much I can do.”

“But it’s purposely monochromatic,” he sulked.

“Yeah, but, like… it’s boring,” she weakly argued, still in San’s hold. “I just added a little colour to it, that’s all.” He continued to sulk until Nabi poked his cheek. “You’re not happy to see me?”

San picked her up, spinning her around twice as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She rested her head in the junction between his neck and shoulder, feeling the dampness of his hair and smelling the freshness of his body wash.

“I’m the happiest when I get to see you,” he told her when he had put her down. “So, what are you doing here?”

“We won’t be able to spend your birthday together, so I figured we could celebrate it early.” She pulled out of his arms, walking the few steps to his bed to retrieve her bag. She plopped herself on the floor, crossing her legs and looking up at him as she waited for him to do the same. Opening the bag, she pulled out a medium sized container. “I tried to make sure the icing didn’t smudge, but I don’t know if I succeeded.” She placed the container in front of him before opening it, revealing a homemade cake.

San gasped. “Wah… This is amazing, Biyah!”

“You don’t even know what it tastes like,” she muttered, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

“Just the fact that you made this is amazing.” He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Thank you.”

“Okay,” she said, beginning to feel awkward. She cleared her throat, looking around the room. “Okay.”

“Are you blushing?” He teased, causing her to roll her eyes.

“No, I’m not,” she groaned. “Let me put the candles.” She reached her hand in the bag, pulling out candles and a lighter. She placed the two candles in the centre of the cake, making sure the '2’ and the '4’ were facing the right way. She lit them before quickly scooching away so that she was sitting in front of her boyfriend.

As she sang for him, he stared at her with warm eyes, his face turning slightly red. When she finished, he thanked her before blowing out his candles.

“Thank you, Biyah,” he said when she had returned to his side.

“It’s no problem.” She waved him off before suddenly staring him in the eyes. “Please don’t leave this in your fridge for three months,” she pleaded her boyfriend, who laughed until he realised she was serious.

San scratched the back of his neck. “I'll do my best to make sure it's eaten by two months from now.”

Nabi continued to stare at him, deciding whether she believed him or not. “I'll tell Hongjoong oppa that this should be treated like an official schedule.”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “Should I get us plates?”

“Oh! Yes, please.”

He squeezed her hand before jumping up and leaving the room, returning quickly with two plates, two forks, and a knife. “For you,” he said as he gave her a plate and fork.

“Thank you,” she said when he cut her a slice of cake. She waited for him to cut his slice before taking a bite.

He covered his mouth with his hand as his eyes widened. “This tastes really good, Biyah!”

As they ate their cake, San told Nabi about ATEEZ’s preparations for their upcoming concerts. They were soon going to go to Taiwan for their show on the 8th, and had been practising diligently for it. He had been telling her about a joke Yeosang made during practice when Nabi’s phone vibrated.

She looked down at it and groaned, seeing her alarm going off. “I have to go now. I have dance practice,” she told him as she switched off the alarm. “I have to go now.”

“Okay.” He nodded, trying not to seem too upset. He stood up at the same time as her, threading their fingers together and pulling her closer to him, until their chests were against each other. “Thank you for surprising me.”

“No problem.” She smiled up at him. “I bought you a gift, but I’m so smart that I forgot it at the dorm. I just realised.”

San chuckled, causing Nabi to smile brighter. “That’s fine. Just seeing you was enough.” He pecked her lips quickly.

“Please remember to eat the cake,” she pleaded, her eyebrows curling up cutely.

“I’ll remember to eat the cake, I promise. I’ll even send you photo updates of everytime I eat some.”

“Okay. Now, I really have to go before I’m late,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. Nabi went on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head, clumsily making her kiss the corner of his mouth. She laughed at how he blushed at his failed attempt. “You failed!”

“I thought I would get the timing right,” San said, closing his eyes in embarrassment. “I’ve never gotten the timing right.”

Nabi reached her hand up, holding his face in her hand. She waited for him to open his eyes before doing anything. “I’m a very unpredictable person, as you’re aware. You’re never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever going to get the timing right.” She took a step back. And he followed, seemingly stuck in her orbit.

“Maybe I’ll get it right one day.” He shrugged, continuing to follow her until her back was against the door.

“Maybe.” Her eyes dropped to his lips before returning to his eyes, something he noticed.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, stepping closer until there was no space between them. San used his right hand to tilt her head up before slanting his lips over hers, his hand moving to cup her jaw. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips. She let out a little noise in response. His grip on her tightened. Her hands slipped between them, gently dragging down until they rested on his chest. San pulled his lips away, instead beginning to trail them along Nabi’s jawline, her hands fisting on his shirt. He moved down her neck and—

Again & Again by 2PM started playing from Nabi’s phone, causing the couple to flinch.

“That’s probably Ari unnie calling to check if I’ve left yet,” Nabi said. Her chest was heaving as she took deep breaths to calm herself down.

“I guess that means you really have to go now,” San joked, resting his head in the crook between her neck and shoulder.

“Yeah.” She rubbed her lips together, trying to centre herself.

San stepped back and Nabi quickly gathered her things, her phone silencing. “I’ll see you… Yeah.” She nodded, giving up on trying to remember when he’d be back in Korea.

“Okay. Drive safe and have a good practice,” he said, walking her out of his room. When they reached the front door, he kissed her once, twice, thrice. “Bye, cupcake,” he murmured, opening the door for her once she had changed into her shoes once more.

“Bye, Sannie. I love you.” She blew him a kiss.

“I love you, too.”

She was about to respond when Again & Again started playing once more. “Hi, unnie,” she greeted when she answered the phone, beginning to walk away from San’s apartment door. “Unnie, I’m–I’m in the– I’m on the road. I can’t text and drive.”

“This is a phone call,” Ari pointed, voice unimpressed.

Nabi blinked her eyes, trying to come up with something to say. “I’m leaving now,” she eventually admitted, pressing the button for the elevator.

“Okay. Sorry to cut your time short.”

“No, it’s fine. At least I got to see him.” When the elevator arrived, she got on it and pressed the ground level. “Thank you for arranging my day so nicely,” she sweetly said.

“You’re welcome. You have thirty minutes.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“You too.”

The second the elevators opened, Nabi speed-walked out of the apartment building. She walked to the car like a woman on a mission — only pausing to take a picture of the moon. She put on her seatbelt and started her car, reversing out of her parking space. She looked down at her phone when it chimed, signalling a text.

sannie [23:06] thank you for coming tonight, biyah! ❤️ i’ve told the members about our mission and they all reacted enthusiastically

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[notfreetoday]

MPW Ep 2 Subtitle Corrections

Subtitle Corrections: Ep 1 here

Cultural/Language Tidbits: Ep 2 here

Same translation disclaimer applies. Thanks to everyone reading the first post and geeking out with me in the notes, I really appreciate it XD Ok, Ep 2, let's go! Sorry in advance for the length!

If you're wondering why Yoh's freaking out about the rainy season even though they've been together for 3 years, the manga artist posted a clarification on twitter:

By the way, “it’s been 3 years since then” – that phrase refers to it being 3 years since that conversation regarding the slave contract. As for living together, they’ve only just started (to do so) around Mar/April*, so (at this point) it’s only been a few months (for them). What if (I) got it wrong…. I remember making a note of it, but the file that I wrote it in and passed over (to the crew) couldn’t be found right, so… (was it) a dream?” *Japan's rainy season comes around June/July, so this means that this is the first rainy season these two have been experienced together.

[Y: まずっ] Y: Tastes bad In case the original "that sucks" sounds like Yoh might be talking about the news of the young forecaster - he's really just talking about the food here.

[S: 遅くなるからいらねぇっつっただろう] Original: I told you not to bother since I returned late Mine: I told you I wouldn't need it cause I'd be late right? This is actually a pretty harsh sounding line tbh. It's sort of inkeeping with Segasaki's curtness, but still pretty harsh - so this tells us he's tired after a long day, and explains the frown on his face that Yoh just wipes away with his cuteness

Nikujaga literally means meat and potatoes. It's a stewed dish and a very well-loved comfort food. Super easy to make too (link goes to an easy to follow recipe, and the site also explains a little about the dish).

[Y: 本当、顔だけはいいよな] Y: Really, it's only his face that looks good.

I've talked about this in my cultural/language tidbits for this episode (linked up top) but I'll add it here for completion's sake

[Y: あ、いや。なんでもない…です*] (Ah, iya, nandemonai…desu*) Y: Ah, no, it's….nothing* Yoh let's his sentence trail off before tacking on a "desu" at the end. "Desu" is an ending verb characteristic of "polite" speech, which Yoh doesn't use frequently with Segasaki (in fact, by this point, he has not used polite speech with Segasaki at all, except for maybe saying the full form of the word "welcome home", and even that's pushing it). Here he adds it at the end as an afterthought (the polite form of "iya" would be "iie", if he had wanted the whole sentence to be polite from the get go), which tells us that Yoh's feeling a little off-kilter here, and does introduce the slightest distance between him and Segasaki. We'll see this distance increase as the episode goes on.

[Y: いや、どう考えても食べ過ぎだろう] Y: No but, no matter which way you look at it, (he's) eaten way too much hasn't he? Btw, if your hair started standing at the spoon scraping the pot - in the manga artist's post about visiting the shooting venue (as well as during Ep 1 twitter space) it was mentioned that Mashiko, the actor, can actually cook, so during filming they had to tell him what someone who can't would likely do, and also asked him to do the housework poorly (because Yoh's not supposed to be good at cooking or housework hahaha)

この人*、明日も朝早いんだよな。たぶん。 Original: This guy, has an early morning again tomorrow. Probably. Mine: This person*, has (to leave) early tomorrow morning too. Probably. *The word here is "kono hito", literally "this person". There's actually nothing wrong with the translation "this guy" tbh because that's a fairly neutral term in English, but I'm highlighting it here because in his monologues, Yoh usually refers to Segasaki using much rougher language, such as "koitsu, aitsu", except when he addresses Segasaki directly in his head. I'll talk more about how Yoh addresses Segasaki in the analysis post, but for now - this sentence hints that Yoh has clocked Segasaki's tiredness (subconsciously or not) and is feeling a little bad for him. Then again he quickly hides that by adding on "probably". (Adding the word "probably" behind your sentence is a common way to express doubt/negate what you just said, and incidentally is commonly used by comedians to deliver a punchline).

[Y: あの*…あの…寝るなら部屋でとおもって。] Original: Um… Hey… You should go back to your room. Mine: Um*... Um... if you're going to sleep then, (it would be better to sleep) in your room - at least that's what I thought...

*"あの…" (ano…), translated as "um" here, is a common sound you use when you want to get someone's attention but don't want to sound too demanding - it actually isn't being polite per se, but it does show the hesitancy with which Yoh approaches him. Contrast this with the way Segasaki gets Yoh's attention (so far it's just been "Yoh" or "Oi" - the latter of which you would NOT use unless you were close to the person, or looking for a fight).

As a general rule of thumb, the level of politeness in Japanese is directly correlated with the length of the sentence and just how far you can beat around the bush. So, Yoh's suggestion that Segasaki goes to sleep in his room is literally just "if sleeping, then room..." and everything else in that translation is assumed. He may not being using polite speech forms here (that would be "to omoimashita" instead of "to omotte") but this is still a common way to be polite because he's making a suggestion that is so mild Segasaki can choose to ignore it. This is a great example of Brown & Levinson's "negative politeness" which we'll revisit when analysing their speech patterns, and which you can read about in entirely too much detail here (free to read).

[Y: じゅあ、俺は寝るので** あの、その、そういうことで、おやすみ] Original: Then, I’ll go to sleep. That…sort of thing. Good night. Mine: So then, I'm going to bed, therefore**... Um... that... with that... night!

"Therefore" is an awkward translation for the word ので (node), which is more often translated as "so". I've chosen to use that word because "node", whilst again not a polite form per se, is less colloquial than the more commonly used "から(kara)", to mean the same thing. It tends to pop up more in writing than in speech. "Therefore" doesn't make a sentence polite/formal in English, but it's definitely less colloquial than using the word "so". The use of "node" is just that tiny bit out of place in this sentence paired with the informal pronoun "ore" for "I" as opposed to the more formal choice of "boku".

Again, Yoh answers Segasaki properly here with a "はい (hai)" as opposed to his usual "un" (which is a sound that expresses agreement), when told that Segasaki will be late again. There actually aren't very many moments where Yoh does speak politely to Segasaki (he's definitely rude when he talks about Segasaki in his head hahaha), so these moments stand out. This whole short exchange, together with the random -desu he added earlier, just make Yoh's sentences a little more stilted/awkward, and more distant. Individually they don't deserve much mention at all, but together, and in the context of his jealousy, show just how unsure Yoh is about where he stands with Segasaki.

[Y: あの人の帰宅が遅くなり] Y: That person returned home later and later

"That person" - similar to the above usage of "this person". This sentence is incomplete - the verb form of the last word - 遅くなり (osokunari) indicates that there should be a second part to the sentence (the "completed" form would be osokunatta). But after he says this, there is a pregnant pause, as Yoh puts his phone down and continues cooking alone. The pause continues all the way into the next scene, before the sentence continues, highlighting the loneliness that Yoh feels.

[Y: 当然、触れられることもないままに] Original: Of course, he did not touch me at all Mine: (and) of course, (I) remained untouched (by him) as well

The literal translation for this would be "(the situation in which I) was not touched (by him) continued on as well". Yoh uses the passive form of the word "touch", which places the emphasis on Yoh "receiving" the action of being touched as opposed to placing the emphasis on Segasaki "carrying out" the action of touching Yoh. Consider the difference between the sentences "I was hurt by him" and "he hurt me". The former is the passive form, and is super common in Jp, much less common in Eng. If this is confusing - welcome to Jp grammar just know that the emphasis of this line is more on what Yoh does not have, rather than what Segasaki has not done. It accentuates Yoh's feelings of emptiness and loss.

Y: すっかり日々は過ぎて Y: The days pass by completely ...

Similarly, this sentence is "incomplete", and is instead continued by Segasaki walking in and telling Yoh he'll be late again. (This whole bit just hurts my soul tbh, Yoh is so lonely. )

This is a teruteru bouzu aka a charm of sorts for good weather. See the cultural tidbits post for Ep 2 linked up top for more info!

This is said really strongly, and gives the "what the hell are you doing" feel. Yoh's truly upset here.

I try not to care about some of the subs in these side conversations because they don't add much to the main story and these posts are already too long, but this sentence should really be "Dammit, maybe I should (go) troll the chat" (and the previous sentence should be "If this was broadcasted in a certain country it would be instant death" aka N.Korea ^^;) and I just think it was a nice touch to hint at the fandom wars/flaming that goes on between fans hahaha

[Y: しんどい] Y: This is too draining The word here used is "shindoi", which is a term used when you're feeling mentally/physically exhausted/drained, and carries a sense of frustration (at feeling this way) and sometimes (emotional) pain.

This. Is. Huge. Segasaki does 2 things here - one, he rejects an after-work meal, which you rarely do because Japan is all about the group and rejecting a group invite, to welcome a new member, can make you seem like you aren't a team player - two, the guy who invites him is his senior, which you can tell because Segasaki sticks to polite speech forms whilst the other guy does not. It's still relatively casual, so you can tell he's got a good working relationship with them (probably why he's not worried about rejecting them) but still. In Segasaki's world, Yoh is the No. 1 priority.

This is more accurately "WTF". There are many sounds in Japanese that aren't exactly words, but carry a lot of meaning - "Haa?!" is one of them, and is a very rude way to express a lot of anger and shock. Please, never say this in real life. You will royally piss off whoever it's directed at and if you are outside a Shibuya bar you will get punched.

The word used here is てめぇ (temee), which is a really rude way to say "you", and has the same energy as "you bastard". Segasaki usually uses the informal pronoun "omae" for "you" when he talks to Yoh, he's definitely pissed off here.

This is the same word, "shindoi" again.

I'm going to put the rest of the whole argument here with just my translation because it's too long to screencap the whole thing.

[S: 何なんだよ？このエロい惨状は Y: うるさい。 Y: 俺は売れっ子エロ漫画家になるんだ S: なんだそりゃ。おい *takes away beer can* Y: 売れっ子さんが　シコリながらネーム描くと　いいのができるって言ってた S: なんも描けてなかったぞ。 S: おい、だめだっつってんの S: 飲みすぎ　出すもん出して　寝てただけだろう Y: 黙れ！ Y: 俺はエロくて　抜ける漫画描いて　いっぱい稼いで Y: 早く　こんなとこ出ていくんだ S: はあ？　おい、お前　どういうつもりだよ Y: どうもこうもないよ！ Y: 平気で抱かれてると思うなよ 。 Y: 俺のこと、好きでもないくせに Y: 便利な奴隷としか思ってないんだろう？そんなにやりたきゃ隣のキャスターとやってろよ S: お前　さっきから　何を... Y: 俺はあんな風に笑いかけられたことない]

Breakdown: S: What's up with this? This lewd disaster of a scene Y: (You're) annoying! ["うるさい (urusai)" is often translated as "shut up", but it literally means someone is being "noisy", and here is more of a complaint that Segasaki is being bothersome] Y: I'm going to become a hot-selling erotica manga artist! [the word used here is 売れっ子 (urekko), which literally means "someone who gets huge sales" and mostly refers to idols, entertainers, TV personalities etc. So Yoh is not just saying he's going to become popular, he's saying he's gonna be like a celebrity manga artist, which is why Segasaki snorts a little at this] S: What's with that? Hey. *takes away beer can* Y: The hot sellers say that if you jerk off whilst drawing your storyboard, you'll come up with good stuff [urekko-san is a pretty cute way of referring to these popular artists] S: You've not drawn anything, you know? [this is said with a really indulgent air, which contrasts directly with the more authoritative tone of the next line] S: Hey, I'm telling you no more *grabs beer can* S: You drank too much. You just shot what you shot and then went to sleep didn't you? [And this is back to an indulgent tone - also, everyone knows Segasaki is talking about cumming here, he just doesn't actually say it so directly] Y: Shut up! ["黙れ (damare) - contrast with "urusai" earlier. The former is used much less commonly and really does mean to "be quiet". This is why Segasaki pauses and looks at Yoh. Up until now Segasaki just thinks Yoh's gotten drunk and is whining cutely, but this word means things are serious.] Y: I'm going to draw manga that is erotic, that you can wank off to, and then earn lots of money [this is a call back to the conversation with Man-san over the phone in Ep 1, which I did not include earlier because I didn't think it was important to the story when Yoh says "the work that was released last month was amazing! There was a big buzz around the topic "I can't wank off (to this)" - Yoh was being sarcastic here, meaning that he got reviews that his work wasn't erotic enough] Y: and leave this sort of place soon! S: What? Hey - what (the hell) are you thinking? [Again, "haa?" here shows he does NOT like what Yoh's saying, but he does soften the end of the sentence with a "yo"] Y: I'm not thinking of anything! Y: Embracing me so easily - don't think you can (keep on) doing that [again, this is the passive form, so the emphasis is on Yoh being embraced, and here has the nuance of "don't think I'll just (keep on) being fine with being embraced (by you) like it's some sort of norm"] Y: when you don't even like me [this line has quite a bit of bitterness in it - the emphasis here is strongly on Segasaki and his apparent "non-liking" of Yoh my english is dying.] Y: You think of me as just a convenient slave, don't you? Y: If you want to do it that much, go do it with that forecaster next to you! S: You... from the start... what have (you been saying?) Y: I have never been smiled at like that before [again, this is in passive voice]

It's obvious from the acting alone that this entire argument is pretty emotionally charged - this is also reflected in the language because Yoh uses the pronoun "ore (I)" a lot. Pronouns are frequently dropped in Japanese - often you can go an entire conversation without ever uttering the words "I/me" or "you", in part because the pronouns are assumed and also because emphasis on an individual can come across as too selfish/narcissistic or direct. Segasaki uses them often enough with Yoh, which fits his personality, but Yoh normally doesn't. So, when he uses "ore" here it stands out - his plans to be successful and leave, his feelings, his interpretation of Segasaki's actions - all of the emphasis is on his own self. The message is very clear - Yoh is hurting a lot more than he is blaming or accusing Segasaki.

[Y: もう疲れた。あんたといると疲れる。嫌いだ S: お前　酒入るとめちゃくちゃしゃべるんだな Y: ねぇ、何で雨の時はだめなの？ S: はあ？　だって、お前が言ったんだろう] Y: (I'm) tired out. When (I'm) with you, (I) get tired. Hate it. [We've lost the "I" pronouns here, because the emphasis is on the extreme sense of physical and emotional fatigue as opposed to Yoh himself, and on how much he dislikes that feeling. Of note, "hate" here is closer to "detest/really dislike" - the word is "kirai" - which is not as strong as the word "nikui" which we talked about in Ep 1 when Yoh said he hated the part of him that always listened to Segasaki. Also, this is the first time Yoh has addressed Segasaki with the pronoun "you" out loud - he uses "あんた anta", which he also used in his head in Ep 1, after they did it. Again, we'll talk about this in the analysis post in the future, but for now just know that this term is usually used between older couples.] S: You... once you start drinking you really start talking huh? [literally, you "become able to talk"] Y: Hey...why is it when it rains, (we) can't do it? S: What? Because, you said so didn't you? [the last "haa?" from Segasaki! This time expressing his surprise and slight indignation.]

[S: 俺は優しいんだ] S: I. am. Kind. Great example of Segasaki's use of the "ore" pronoun here to quite literally emphasise how great he is. "優しい (kind)" in Japanese carries the connotation of being thoughtful, anticipating the other person's needs and wants and then meeting them etc. It's a characteristic that people often say they look for in their potential partners.

[S: そもそも、なんだ先の言いぐさは 好きじゃないだの　出ていきたいだの お前　俺のプロポーズを受けといてよくそんなことが言えんな S: 養ってやる*っつってんだ　プロポーズ以外になに] S: In the first place, what was with those things you said earlier? That you don't like me, that you want to leave... You... that was rich, saying all that after accepting my proposal. S: I was saying I'd provide and care* for you. If that's not a proposal than what is? ["養ってやる" is a pretty possessive way to say I'll provide for you - it's the same word used when referring to parent providing for a child, or an owner providing for a small animal. It's not rude per se, but it does imply a power imbalance. Segasaki actually sort of has a point here because... this is not something you say to someone else unless you're in a relationship ^^;]

S: ていうかお前、俺のこと嫌いなんだ S: どうなの S: Actually about that... so you hate me huh? S: Which is it?

S: ふーん。あ、そ S: Ohh..? I see. ふーん (Ohh..?) - Segasaki says this a lot, especially in this episode. This is another one of those sounds that isn't a word but carries a lot of meaning. It has a dismissive sort of tone to it, like you've already assumed something or when you're pretty nonchalant/not impressed about whatever the other person has said and are just playing along with them by giving them some attention (so again, if you use it wrongly, it can piss people off). Segasaki uses it whenever Yoh goes mute or shy, as a way to tease Yoh - though Yoh seems to think Segasaki is dismissing/not interested in his answer. あ、そ (A, so) - again, Segasaki says this a lot - can be interpreted as "oh really?/I see/is that so?" - Combined with the above, you can see why Yoh often thinks Segasaki isn't interested in his answer, and even when he does recognise it as teasing, he gets too flustered to do anything about it.

This seems to have gotten longer, if you reached the end - congratulations! I hope this makes it a little clearer why it's so obvious to us as the viewer that Segasaki is really quite patient with Yoh, and is waiting for him to come to terms with his feelings, but at the same time so confusing for Yoh, because of the way many of these interactions can be read both ways. In Ep 3, we'll really be able to get into their dynamics because they've got so much more interaction together.

[tansyfleurwhisper]

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pt. 5 - this teacher isn't serious??

warnings for this chapter: swearing as usual + jjk ep 3 spoilers

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[heretherebedork]

I really do appreciate Yoh's confusion here. Boy is like friend? what friend?! and it's adorable.

Okay, at least this is close to groveling. He's doing something besides stalking Yoh into the bathroom.

This is what you lies get you! HA. Sadly, not enough but still. (Also, yeah, I heard that mueng slip my boy. Hold out, Yoh! You can be strong and make him WORK for it.)

Yoh is so damn straightforward and I love that for him and for us and I hope he holds out a bit longer but I'm doubting it from the way this show is written. But still! He's holding strong! And Sam does not get it.

Then, you know, maybe try explaining it? In some form? Ever? I know, I know, Yoh isn't giving him a lot of chances to talk. But frankly he's gotta earn that trust back.

WELL. Okay! Way to lead with a confession instead of an explanation.

I am writhing. I need him both to be accepted and turned down at the same time. I need Yoh to be in love with him but also for Yoh to basically say 'I don't know you how can I like you?' and I am losing my MIND.

Yeah, not really as much groveling as I wanted but I will admit the show had already shown all it's cards with it's ability and willingness to write conflict... which is basically none.

At least there's something. An acknowledgement. But, like, can Sam really do that? His mom was not accepting of him being an intern at all and he's never not been a rich kid nor will doing those things with Yoh change that he's a rich kid at heart... it's cute but feels very performative. I mean, I expect it'll work but I wanted actual groveling, damnit!

And they're dating. Or at least trying. And there's no way they can have as many conflicts as Sun and Lin and they need that and I wanted more conflict! Well. We'll see. At least they're cute.

[ficsbynats]

《"we have a guest and they're staying 》

Content: pure fluff, a very confused katsuki.(a/n at the end)

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Katsuki walks in to your shared home after a long day at work. As he was about to walk into the bedroom, you quickly move in between him and the bedroom. He starts to say a greeting to you when you, over excitedly, say "we have a guest katsuki!!"

"Hah?", is his first reaction, "who? Since when? you didn't tell me that over text."

Yoh look up at him with a big smile, way too much enthusiasm, katsuki thinks. He scrunches his eyebrows "this guest is in the bedroom?" He peers over your shoulder inside the bedroom through the partially open door," Is it fucking Mina and denki trying to pull a prank on me?"

Your smile turns into disbelief, "what- no, katsuki! Come on. We have a guest! They're gonna stay too!!", You try to signal to him, enunciating the sentence.

He looks at you standing before him, arms behind your back and a cheeky grin on your lips, clearly confused and gears turning...what the fuck's this woman talking about?... A guest? Doesn't seem like anyone's here so who-- then it hits him. His eyes widen as he looks at you, you make eye contact and your eyes become watery as you nod slightly.

"You- we-?", He asks for confirmation

"Yup, I'm pregnant hon", you say smiling and showing him the positive pregnancy test.

Instantly he hugs you and whirls you around, "that's great news!!!", He peppers you with sweet kisses and holds you close, a warm hand over your stomach. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I love you so much. And I can't wait for the tiny brat"

"Katsuki!", You scold him, laughing "don't call our child a brat, we both know you're gonna be the one spoiling them!!"

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A/n: Thanks for reading!!! This a a really quick drabble I wrote. Plz ignore any mistakes it's 1 am. I hope you enjoyed, plz check out my other fics which are a bit longer then this and as always, get a snack or drink some water, go pet your pets and check up on your parents, siblings, partners or roommates. And stay safe and true <3

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hey, i just came across your blog, and i’m so happy to see someone writing about shaman king! i’d like to request a headcanon about first meeting the shaman king boys. thank you so much and keep up the good work <3

Hello!! Thank you for the request!! This is my first ever one, so I hope this meets your standards!! <333

Shaman King Boys React to Meeting Reader For The First Time ✨

Includes: Yoh, Hororhoro, Ren, Lyserg, Chocolove, and Hao

Yoh:

Based on the situation, I believe his reaction would be different.

If you met him during the beginning shaman fights or during the tournament, I think he'd been in awe at your abilities.

No matter how strange your shamanic abilities may seem, so long as your not actively trying to murder anyone, he'd except you no matter what.

Even if him and Anna weren't engaged, you'd probably still face a lot of skepticism from her. She'd obviously be wary of you, but you two would probably grow close after a while.

Obviously, he wouldn't fall head over heels immediately. To me, Yoh is someone who would need to see different sides of you before ever trusting you fully.

Once the two of you were close, he'd absolutely be more open to hanging out one on one and getting to know you better.

Now, if you were to have met him during school or childhood, things would probably be different.

As a child, I think he'd be a lot more eager to hang out with you. After all, he didn't have any friends and only hung out with Tamao and his family.

He'd probably be more willing to approach you and develop a genuine friendship with you.

Despite how hectic his situation is, he'd definitely appreciate having you by his side.

Overall, he'd be eager to get to know you and develop a genuine bond with you.

Horohoro:

Now, for Horohoro, his reaction to meeting you would depend on a lot of factors.

Unlike Yoh, Horohoro is not the most accepting. If anything about you seems suspicious to him, he would definitely be cold to you initially.

He'd especially be cold to you if you're on Hao's team. Unlike Yoh, who would probably try to look past this and give you a chance, Horohoro would immediately be hostile towards you.

Another factor you'd have to consider is your personality. For example, if your personality was somewhat similar to Ren's, he'd totally be iffy around you.

On the other hand, if your personality was like Yoh's or Lady Jane's, he'd probably be more open to letting you hang out with him.

Once he was comfortable around you, I think he'd actually try to make some kind of effort to get to know you.

Of course, he'd be kind of awkward and standoffish, but it gets better the more time passes.

Now, if you two met as kids, it'd be a lot more difficult to get to know him.

Similar to his relationship with Kororo, he'd attempt to push you away in the beginning. He wouldn't want you to get close to him, so it'd take a lot of time and persistence to get through to him.

Unfortunately, you'd have to deal with his self conscious and spiteful episodes. It would be difficult and sometimes he'd say things he didn't mean, but he'd always try to make it up to you.

Overall, he's another person who'd be super grateful to have you around and would wholeheartedly cherish having you in his life.

Ren:

Ren is one of the people whose relationship with you would depend on when exactly you met him, but let's say you met him after he matured and stopped killing.

Even at this point, I think Ren would still be a bit hostile right out the bat.

Unless he met you through Yoh or someone in the group, he'd have no respect for you.

Of course, it would be different if he considered you a formidable opponent. He'd probably have a decent amount of respect for you and your fighting style, but I still doubt that he'd get close to you.

Assuming you two had never met before, it would take a VERY long time for him to trust and get comfortable with you.

However, it would be different if he met you in the past.

Let's say that you met him through his sister or something like that, since I doubt that his dad would take kindly to your presence otherwise.

Although younger and not exactly mature, I feel like it'd be a lot easier to build a relationship.

Yes, the relationship might not exactly be the healthiest, but I think he'd put up with you if you obey him.

Honestly, it's just far more preferable to meet him later on. I think this is because even if you guys were childhood friends, who's to say he (or maybe his dad?) wouldn't outright kill you over some kind of mistake?

In summary, I think he'd actually be a loyal friend...just not as a child. If you're willing to put in the work to get to know him and spend time with him, he'd remember and cherish it.

Lyserg:

Lyserg is another one of the boys where it would kinda depend on when you met him.

Let's say you met him before he joined the X-Laws. I think he'd definitely be a lot more open minded about meeting you.

He wouldn't judge you, unless you were openly/actively associating with Hao.

It'd be a lot easier to get along with him, plus I think he'd be more open about letting you get close to him.

Now, let's say you met him around the time when he first joined X-Laws.

At the height of Lyserg being sucked up in his mission of getting revenge, he'd definitely be a lot more of a challenge.

I also think that he may attempt to drop you as a friend, if you two were friends beforehand. Unless you persist on being by his side, he'd try to push you away.

Even if he did want to stay close to you, you'd have to go through Marco and all the other X-Laws.

I do think that he'd be a sweet guy in the beginning, but it really does depend on the timing. I personally didn't like Lyserg when he first joined X-Laws, but it definitely got better as the show went on.

Even though he had his rough patches, he'd still be polite and sweet towards you.

Overall, a great guy to meet, but it depends on what point you meet him.

Chocolove:

Joco, to me, would be the easiest to get along with.

He's very openminded and accepting, especially given his past. He wouldn't judge you for any of your faults and could potentially relate to you.

Now, if you were one of Hao's goons, he'd definitely be more on edge. However, if you're not outwardly hostile or anything, he'd possibly be willing to give you a chance.

Besides Yoh, he'd be one of the friendliest ones out of the group.

He's incredibly understanding, but he's also someone who seems eager to make friends and connections.

Of course, he'd probably be wary of you given the circumstances of the tournament, but he'd still be super fun and engaging.

I feel like you'd most likely meet him through a fight or by laughing at one of his jokes.

After a few conversations, I think he'd enjoy hanging out with you. Of course, you wouldn't get anything serious or deep out of him, but he would definitely be sweet.

Even when he becomes blind, I don't think that would affect how he would treat you.

Overall, his energy and easy going personality would make it pretty easy to get to know him. Given that his beliefs are based on rehabilitation and acceptance, he'd be more willing to give you a chance compared to the others.

10/10 friend and would probably be your best bet besides Yoh.

Hao:

Easily the worst one to meet if he didn't like you.

Assuming that you were at least associated with Yoh's group and unknown to him, he'd be interested as to who you were.

You'd have to be super careful with your thoughts around him, but he'd also be interested in the kind of mindset/opinions you have.

Even if you stayed away from him, it'd only make him more curious. He'd pop up spontaneously, which is probably how you two met in the first place.

Now, let's say you were one of his minions. Whatever situation you were in before doesn't matter to him, he'd still approach you out of curiosity.

Originally, he would just manipulate you to get you to join. Even if you did resist him at first, it's honestly inevitable.

At first, he'd pay minimal attention to you. However, after a while with you hanging around, he'd slowly grow closer to you.

Of course, it'd be incredibly discreet. He can't let the others know that he has favorites or any sort of weaknesses.

He'd meet you secretly in both scenarios, unless he wants to mess with Yoh's group. You're interesting to him, no matter if he can read your thoughts or not.

Overall, he's entertaining if he likes you. He'll let you hang around him as much as you want, just make sure not to bring awareness to anything... suspicious.

Just be careful not to piss him off, because he really doesn't want to waste his mana on consuming your soul.