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leeeeeeef · 1 year

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im still thinking abt 3-1's impact on phoenix as a character. because in 3-1 he's so trusting and open and unabashedly friendly until he realizes the truth abt dahlia. and just before dahlia is apprehended, she says this to him:

and after that he.. just doesnt tell anyone anything??? he never did get to tell mia about larry and miles and why he became a lawyer. and he doesn't tell maya either until she literally stops him and forces him to tell her. and he didn't tell maya about miles's disappearance. and he didn't say anything about his involvement with iris at the beginning of 3-5.

and in aa4, that secretiveness is only exacerbated after not only his client but the entire legal system suddenly turned on him. right out of the gate in 4-1, phoenix is very selective with the information he discloses, like when he chooses to plead the fifth and refuses to elaborate on his game with shadi, or when he lies to the judge about his locket (through omission, but a lie nonetheless). and even throughout the game, he never tells anyone about his work on the mason system and he doesn't tell apollo and trucy about their mother.

and not only that, but he works as a poker player!! the entire point of poker is to be secretive and misleading!!! and he keeps up this facade throughout the game, projecting this character of a sleazy, shady poker player, even leaning into the rumors of him forging evidence. all when he's trying to enact generally positive legal reforms!! it's as if he's keeping up this poker face throughout the game, and it only makes him even more secretive and cryptic.

my point is, there's such a stark contrast between the bubbly, emotional, and forthcoming college student phoenix wright and the mysterious, closed-off poker player phoenix wright. and even lawyer phoenix is secretive to a degree!!

and i can't help but think that dahlia's last words to phoenix before she was arrested contributed to that change at least partially. do you think dahlia would have never resorted to murder if phoenix didnt tell anyone abt the necklace? do you think he blames himself for doug swallow's death? he was just innocently gushing about his girlfriend!!! how could he have known it would lead to something like this!?? and if this much harm could have been caused just by telling people about a little necklace, i'd understand why phoenix wouldnt want to talk about his life at all!!

but as much as he's been betrayed or weathered down, no matter how many walls he builds or how he changes, there's one thing that has stayed constant throughout his life as we've seen it, and that's especially apparent with his beanie and locket. his beanie, likely a gift from trucy with the word "papa" stitched onto it, and the locket with a picture of his daughter. both symbols of his love for trucy, just like how he wore the bottle necklace and the sweater made by iris as a sign of his love for her. and if there's anything to glean from these parallels, it's that there's a part of phoenix that never faded away after all those years, that still cares for people so ardently and so strongly and with all his heart. and that's something that will probably never change.

#and not to mention sticking w kristoph for seven years only to betray him like dahlia did to him #im actually going to cry #ace attorney #aa3 spoilers #aa4 spoilers #phoenix wright #dahlia hawthorne #long post #if there's a typo. shh. im typing this on my phone and i have the fattest sausage fingers ever #rambles

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 4 months

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Hi🩵 I hope you're having a great day

I was wondering maybe if you could make headcanons about how percy would be like in bed like his favorite positions and things he does to his s/o

THANK YOU IN ADVANCE 🩵

What Percy would be like in bed NSFW warning

check out my masterlist for more NSFW->masterlist

tags: percy jackson

missionary for starters: so he can see your face and your reactions from above.

talking about above, I think he would also enjoy the foreplay to start things off - placing his lover against the counter or on top of something and get between their legs.

There, he can take off their shirt or his own shirt and do things slowly. In his mind, the bed is where things really start, so he wants to get comfortable as possible.

the idea of pounding and going harder is for very obv. reasons a turn on but he is hesitant to do it because in the moment he gets really close, so hes afraid he'll cum.

he has the habit of not only staring but also looking away shyly when they stare back. Sometimes he will hold the stare until either looks away, he likes to build tension during and even before they start. When his s/o makes noises, his eyes flicker to their face, he thinks its really flattering that they moan because of him.

once after the first time(s) he would be comfortable enough to start using different positions.

He would stick with the classics, missionary, doggy-style (this one really got his heart pounding in his ears he was so turned on he couldn't breathe straight and kept panting).

He likes the idea of grabbing his s/o's leg or ankle and yank them into place, like dragging them toward him so he can get a better angle.

Percy wants to keep quiet, so he ends up scrunching his face ups and cocking his head to the side, biting down and clenching his jaw tight, sometimes even holding his breath slightly.

but as soon as he breathes, a noise always ends up escaping. its like a half-whine but its somewhat high-pitched and doesn't last long (meaning he doesnt let himself drag it out).

the sight of his s/o looking up at him or looking at them from behind makes his hands somewhat clammy and he feels embarassed that he needs to wipe them on the bedsheets.

praise him, dirty talk him (this one takes him by surprise) and he becomes such a love-struck fool willing to do anything to please his lover. He needs to know if he's doing well, otherwise he will spiral and his thoughts will consume him - to the point where he might even run away.

if his s/o takes the initiative he feels flustered but also insecure for a moment: was he not doing it right? mind you, this guy is a virgin and has not done things with anyone, so he can't help but feel insecure. but yet again, convince him and praise him and he is back.

once the sex and the pillow-talk comes, he imagines scenarios for the future: like his s/o straddling his thighs while they're either on the sofa or in his bedroom, his shirt thrown half haphazardly on the floor somewhere, gripping his s/os thighs and he's leanign his head back in pleasure ...

he takes more initiative, not afraid of grabbign your waist or hips during normal day-to-day activities...it becomes such a visible change that his parents are wondering what happened.

Percy becomes more and more confident in himself.

his favourite position is honestly anything really, he isnt picky. but if I had to choose one, I would say the position where his s/o is laying down on their stomach and hes ontop behind them.

he forces eyecontact, that's all I will say.

he frowns if they try to control their voice, he hates it and will grab their hands away. or do it harder just for them to not be able to hold back.

has tan lines dont ask where ...

handsy and grabby but it depends on what position they're doing and the timing, honestly it's pretty random.

whenever he licks his lips its pretty audible, you can just hear it from across the room.

quirks an eyebrow (not to be judgemental) if you say you're too shy, because you're both naked at this point sooooo. but not pushy.

wants to get to know your body: fingering, touching you anywhere, making out.

Im sorry i need to add on that i feel like hes the type of guy rhat would actually enjoy standing sex. Like his partner gripping the kitchen counter or the wall while hes behind. I feel like he loves to get a nice rhythm going and the sound of his balls slapping against them, the obscene wet noises coming from their genitals, the panting and moaning from the both of them, his fingers turning white from gripping their hips (he's trying to hold himself back), his mouth hanging open supressing his voice (he has a bad habit of holding his breath while doing this so when he finally breathes he's panting loudly), him grinding into the person to pause (again, hes about to cum), he wants to keep going for as long as he can, the idea of milking and dragging out an orgasm is his favourite way to do it. And when his partner finally lets out a long moan when they reached their climax, they unfortunately missed how Percy threw his head back and yelled in pleasure too when he came. I swear the walls slightly vibrated when he finished with that moan, his father is the earthshaker after all....

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forever-rogue · 11 months

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Omg for miguel requests!! Can i request one where spider-reader is very bold and always flirting with miguel and one time he flirts back and she gets super flustered and doesnt know how to respond😭

Thank you so much!! I love your writing youre so talented

AN | No, but this concept was aces! I hope you enjoy 🥰

Warnings | [Suggestive] Language

Pairing | Miguel x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Main, Spider-Man

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You could hear his angry footsteps before anything else and you braced yourself for his fury. Instead you busied yourself with looking at your suit to make sure everything was intact…or at least pretending to do so.

"What the fuck were you thinking!?" ahh yes, there it was. He was definitely angry, but you tried to keep it cool. You weren't about to admit that he made you nervous, even if the nerves were slight. You looked up from your sleeve and blinked innocently at him, "don't do that!"

"Do what?" You kept your voice sweet and soft, "what are you talking about, Miguel?"

"You - I - you are so infuriating!" he waved his finger in front of your face and you simply shrugged, "you never listen to me! I don't know why I even let you stay on the team!"

"Oh Miguelito," you gently reached up and brushed his hand out of your face. You were well aware of what he was talking about - you'd directly gone against his orders. But, to be fair, things had turned out just fine despite choosing your own method. It wasn't like you'd fucked up some cannon event, "everything's fine and no one got hurt!"

"But you don't listen," he sighed heavily, "that's the problem. And one day, it's going to get someone hurt. I'm not going to let you do that to anyone…or yourself."

"You're so cute," a dreamy sigh escaped your lips as you touched his face, brushing your knuckles across his cheek. He lightly slapped your hand away, "but you're going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep worrying."

"I'm being serious!"

"So am I," you raised your eyebrows and sighed at him, "I won't do anything bad and I'd never put anyone else in danger. You know that."

"One more fuck up from you and you're done," his voice was low and dangerous and you pulled back slightly, "I mean it. Just because you think you're so cute and charming doesn't mean I can't see right through you."

"Miguel," you looked at him with wide eyes, "I don't think I'm cute - I know I'm cute. But not as cute as you, handsome. Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go and make a few suit adjustments."

"This isn't over!" His cheeks darkened as he watched you walk away.

"I'd be disappointed if it was," you gave him a small salute, "see ya, Miguelito!"

He let out a sigh of exasperation as you walked away. It was definitely a challenge not to stare at your ass but he was just a man after all. So he definitely stared at your ass.

"Stop staring," Peter popped up behind him, causing Miguel to flinch, "just tell her you're in love!"

"I'm not…" he pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm not in love with her and I'm not doing this with you right. Get back to work, Parker."

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It had been a few days since what you had decided to dub the incident had occurred. You'd more or less ignored Miguel, deciding to let him cool down on his own terms. You missed getting to give him a hard time and missed getting to tease him as you loved.

The thing was, you didn’t hate Miguel. It was…quite the contrary in fact. Over the last year that you’d been working for the man, or on his silly little team as you liked to tease him, you’d found yourself getting more and more attached to him. You really liked him and you weren’t shy about letting him know. You thought you were being obvious, but apparently you weren’t obvious at all because he didn’t seem to get it. Or, if he did, he really wasn’t interested and chose not to acknowledge your moves. It was Miguel though, and you were sure he would have just told you…but then again, would he have? Maybe he was just a simple-”

“What’s wrong, princess?” you started at the sound of his low, gruff voice. You hadn’t heard him sneak up and his sudden appearance almost scared you off your chair. Clutching at your heart, you looked over to see Miguel leaning against the edge of your desk, a lazy smile on his face. You were stunned by both his appearance and his casual display of affection, and could only manage to open and close your mouth a few times, “cat got your tongue?”

“Miguel?” you looked at him with wide eyes, “w-what are you doing…here?”

“Just wanted to come and see my favorite girl,” okay, there was definitely something going on. You highly doubted you were his favorite girl (that was probably Jessica or Mayday), let alone his favorite anything, “I have something for you.”

“For me?” your mouth ran dry as he nodded. Was he flirting with you? Surely he couldn’t be, “what would that be?”

“Here,” he reached behind his back and pulled out what looked like your suit…only this was slightly different. He placed it on the desk in front of you before moving to stand behind you. His larger frame easily dwarfed yours, and that was something you tried to push out of your mind. You looked over the suit, trailing your fingers over the soft fabric, “I made some adjustments to it. I think you’ll find it easier to access web fluid and its got better repair tech. Something new Parker was working on.”

You let out a small breath of amazement; this was an incredibly kind gesture from anyone, spider-people did happen to be generous for the most part, but this was next level. You re-familiarized yourself with the pink, blue, and purple fabric. A smile crossed your features as you turned your head to look at him. You found him watching you intently, “thank you, Miguel. This is…amazing.”

“You’re welcome,” his voice was near your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, “maybe it’ll help you to listen next time, hmm?”

“Miguel,” you turned in your seat and found yourself face to face with him, noses almost brushing. Whatever you were about to say quickly left your mind as you looked into his pretty brown eyes. A sharp inhale escaped your lips and you noticed the smile on his face grow larger, “I, ugh…I…”

“Hmm?’ it was a small sound of the back of his throat as he regarded you. He reached up and touched your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “what’s up?”

“I umm,” you stammered nervously, trying to ignore the feeling of his skin on yours, “I gotta go. I-I think Peter needed me for something.”

“He’s out on assignment right now.”

“Mayday then,” you volunteered slinking out from under his arm and grabbing the new suit, You felt your entire face warmed up as he started to chuckle, “Mayday needs me-”

“She’s a baby!”

“And I love her,” you squeaked, “so I gotta help her!”

You took off before he could say anything else or fluster you even more. Something had gotten into Miguel O’Hara and you weren’t sure you could handle it. You weren’t sure you’d survive the man you’d longed after for so long returning those very same feelings.

Well. This was going to get interesting.

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You came to the decision, made after much contemplation and tossing and turning at night, that you were going to ignore Miguel. Not ignore completely but ignore his advances. If he did happen to flirt with you again, you weren't going to say or do anything. Not that you expected them…but, you know, just in case it happened.

When you got to the headquarters the next day, you kept to yourself, taking your coffee and making your way to your little assigned corner and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Maybe if no one saw you, you could get away with being practically invisible.

But the universe wouldn't have it, of course it wouldn't.

"Hello there," his voice was sticky sweet like toffee and that didn't land well with you. Rather it did land well in the sense that it shouldn't have made you feel the rush you were currently experiencing, "you look pretty today."

"I, ugh," you looked down at your outfit and shrugged helplessly. You were dressed simply in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sandals; nothing that you would consider exceptional, "umm…thanks?"

"What's wrong?" He knew exactly what was wrong, the bastard. He could probably hear the erratic and wild beating of your heart, "you seem…nervous."

"N-no," you shook your eyes but your wide eyes and pretty pout were anything but convincing, "just…tired?"

"Are you sure about that?"

"No," you answered. You could have beaten around the bush all you wanted, but you knew that he wasn't going to give up. That wasn't Miguel at all. The best option - the only really - was to just come out and tell him the truth. Once it was all out, the chips would fall where they may, "why are you suddenly flirting with me? W-wait, are you flirting with me?”

“I am,” he admitted this so easily that it caught you off guard. You knew he wasn’t one to lie per se, but you didn’t expect him to just outright admit it. Confusion colored your features as you tried to get your mind to function again, “I am…flirting with you.”

“Oh,” you nodded and turned back to your computer screen before it all set in, “oh?”

“Oh,” he teased, reaching forward to brush some of your rogue locks of hair behind your ear.

“Why?” you reached up and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, gently pulling his hand away, “is it because I’ve been flirting with you?”

“It’s one of the reasons…among others,” alright. Now you were curious, even more than before, as to where this was going, “is that a problem for you?”

Nope. No. Nah. Not. At. All.

“Ummm…” you felt ditzy and dazy as you looked over at the handsome man. He really had you thrown for a loop, “I just…if I made you feel uncomfortable with it, I’m sorry. I never meant it to be mean or anything. I just…meant it.”

“Meant it?” he parroted as you swallowed thickly, “you meant it all those times you were flirting with me?”

“Y-yes,” your confession was soft and gentle as Miguel practically preened under your words. He wasn’t sure what answer he had been expecting, but somehow it wasn’t this one. He hadn’t flattered him with the idea that you would seriously like him, “I did - I do, Miguel.”

“Hmm,” he mused softly as you blinked at him with wide eyes, “do you want to know something?”

“Y-yes? Yes,” you nodded, tummy fluttering with butterflies and heart pitter-patter rapidly.

“When I’ve been flirting with you,” he leaned down so he was almost face level with you, “I’ve meant it too, princess.”

“No way,” disbelief flooded your veins as the first conclusion you came to was that he was lying. Perhaps this was all to get back for going against his direct orders during your last mission. That must have been the reason, right? You leaned away from him and almost slid off your chair as you rolled back to create a bit of distance between your bodies, “y-you’re lying. You have to be…”

“I’m not lying to you,” this time he was in disbelief. He’d never once lied to you…why would he start now?

“You have to be,” you sounded so pathetic as you grabbed your stuff and almost ran away, “you can’t like me like that!”

“Why not?!”

“I dunno, you just can’t!” you almost ran into Peter as you tried to get away, “sorry!”

Peter was dumbfounded as he looked between your quickly disappearing figure and Miguel, “what happened now?”

“I wish I knew,” Miguel exhaled heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “fuck.”

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You kept your distance from HQ for a couple of days after your embarrassing outburst. You had replayed that very moment over and over in your head, trying to see it from all different angles.

The only conclusion you kept coming to was that he was telling the truth. And that reality was hard to come to terms with at first…but then it was blissfully exciting. Miguel liked you! But then it was more like Miguel liked you…holy shit.

But then you decided that more than anything, you needed to know the truth.

You practically ran over to his office, causing the curious glances of other spider-people to follow you. You could hear their hushed murmurs, but didn’t stop to address them. News traveled fast around this place and you had no doubt that as soon as whatever happened between the two of you, the news would spread like wildfire.

“Miguel!” you didn’t even bother to knock and announce your presence, bursting into his office without ceremony. He turned around to face you, a few different expressions crossing his features before settling on surprise, “I…”

“Yes?” suddenly every single coherent thought escaped your mind as you stared at him. He cocked his head to the side and looked at you expectantly.

“Did you mean it?” you whispered, taking a step closer to him, “the other day when you said you flirted with me because you meant it. Did you mean it?”

“Yes,” he promised, closing the gap even more, “of course I did. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Me neither,” you insisted, catching yourself, “lie to you, I mean. So…”

“So we’re on the same page now?”

“I think so,” you smiled hesitantly at him, and the two of you locked eyes for a few moments.

Before you could stop yourself, you closed the little bit of distance remaining between your bodies before practically jumping into his arms. Almost as if he had known what you were thinking, he effortlessly caught you, wrapping his strong arms around you. You beamed at him, melting as you watched him practically glow at you.

“I want to kiss you,” you touched his face, and he practically leaned into your touch, “may I?”

“You may-” you prevented him from saying anything else as you crashed your lips onto his, kissing him with a fierce determination and eagerness.

Neither of you dared to pull back until you were both breathless, looking at each other through hazy eyes and soft smiles. He gently set you back on the ground and you stared up at him.

“Do you want some more honesty?” he asked gently, stealing a few more kisses, which you eagerly gave him.

“Of course.”

“I plan on doing that a lot more,” and yeah…that made you practically jump his bones then and there, “if you’re down for it.”

“Yes,” that came without hesitation, “I definitely am.”

“Better close the door then,” you did as you asked, looking at him with round, eager eyes, “you know how nosey they can be.”

“The nosiest…”

“Now, c’mere,” he held his hand out to you, “and let me prove I wasn’t lying to you.”

“Yes, please.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara one shot #oscar isaac #spiderman 2099 #atsv #spider-man

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daosies · 3 months

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processes of the heart

yuta is in love with you. maddeningly so.

his love manifests in the form of his heartbeat, in the form of his blood circulation—yuta's love is everywhere, and what once was explained by scientists in an effort to further the understanding of the human body has only furthered yuta's understanding of his love.

his love for you.

okkotsu yuta ♡ gn!reader

warnings: a lot of biology terms & metaphors, yuta is super lovesick, pre-established relationship, incorrect bio facts (do not trust panda and yuta)

notes: i hope yuta moves away to a remote island in the middle of nowhere where it is safe and sound and he doesnt have to fight ever again

"oh, what a shame!" panda exclaims, looking at the clock. "it's my bedtime! i can't watch the movie with you guys, sorry!"

"salmon," toge says, following panda out of the living room with a nonchalant shrug.

"same. i have to go train," maki adds, standing up.

you and yuta stare at each other with confused expressions as, one by one, your classmates file out of the living room, suddenly abandoning their longtime tradition of having a movie night once a month.

"do you need to go too, yuta?" you ask apprehensively. yuta quickly shakes his head, his hands coming to flail around his figure as he fumbles over his words, trying to reassure you.

"no, don't worry,"—it's during times like these, with just the two of you, that yuta returns to his nervous first-year self—"i have plenty of time."

for you, his mind adds. he bites back his words, choosing to relish in the relief that sweeps over your face like a golden light, giving your features a glow that permeates in the crevices of his mind.

thump-thump. for some reason, yuta becomes all-too aware of the race of his heart.

"good," you say, smiling at him with that smile of yours. his heart stutters; his hands become clammy as he wipes them against the side of his shirt, feigning ignorance to the way his fingers tremble a little, the way his chest hurts a little.

yuta tries his best not to acknowledge the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way your gaze drifts towards the television screen, unaware of how he stares at you. oh, yuta wonders if you'll ever notice—if you'll ever notice the way he looks at you, the way he adores you. he wonders if you'll ever, for just a second, notice him the way he notices you.

just a second is enough.

because yuta is a witness—your witness—and the way you furrow your brows when you concentrate, and the way you mutter something under your breath when the main character does something stupid doesn't go unnoticed by him.

whenever something exciting happens, your eyes light up, as if your irises were made of fragments from the night sky, cut out and shaped just for you.

you shiver. yuta notices.

(when has he not?)

"are you cold?" he asks, despite already knowing the answer. yuta knows a lot about you. he knows you're going to dismiss his question, because you're always trying your best to not be anyone's burden.

but you can be my burden, yuta thinks, waiting for you to respond. he waits a lot; but yuta likes it that way. he would rather be the one waiting than making you wait, after all.

you blink owlishly, shocked that he noticed.

(when has he not?)

when you look at him, yuta feels something creep up his throat. when you look at him, yuta takes a deep breath, as if he's trying to breathe you in like oxygen, letting your presence meld into his blood and travel to all the parts of his body, fueling his existence.

the process begins with oxygen—your being—diffusing into his lungs. his heart then pumps blood to catch a wisp of you, and your being travels to the capillary beds of his tissues, giving every limb and fiber a piece of you, a fraction of your colossal vitality.

but unlike oxygen, which leaves as carbon dioxide with every exhale, yuta does not let you go. you pervade into his organs, into his body and you stay there. he doesn't know much about biology, but he knows that you never leave him; your essence is placed delicately into his cells, fusing with the fibers of his skin and the lining of his intestines.

what yuta does know, however, is that the process—of living, of loving—never ends, so long as yuta lives. because his heart is always beating, and his blood is always circulating, and yuta thinks that it only ever happens when you are there. what is all this for, if not you?

you look away. yuta feels his heart slow, and his blood comes to a standstill.

humans can go four to six minutes without oxygen. when you look away from him, yuta's heart stops beating, and the oxygen level in his system stagnates.

five seconds go by.

"i'm not cold," you respond, avoiding his gaze. yuta chases after it, desperate to live.

"are you sure?" still, he's weak to you. yuta doesn't want to force you to admit anything, nor does he want to pressure you into responding to him, even if he already knows the answer. if you refuse to admit you're cold, yuta will help you nonetheless.

he does not need oxygen for that.

ten seconds. he's still conscious.

"yeah." you give him a shaky smile, and he feels his heart shudder, strained under the weight of his body collapsing inwards, satisfied. oxygen returns to his tissues once more and yuta lives, he lives! on and on, persisting and desperate so long as you exist, so long as you spare him an ounce, a fraction of your existence.

"okay," he says, giving in. when you look away, yuta take a deep breath. he finds a blanket nearby, wrapping it gently over his shoulders before inching towards your side. your arm brushes against his and he feels goosebumps ripple throughout his skin.

"i'm cold," yuta tells you frankly, "sorry."

"oh," you breathe out, surprised. "same." your voice then drops to a whisper, as if you're embarrassed to admit the fact that you had been so vehemently opposing for the past couple minutes. yuta doesn't judge you for this; he offers you a tender smile before opening the blanket on one side.

"come here," he replies. there's a breathless tinge to his voice, as if he's high off life and bounding across meadows when you join him under the blanket. you wonder if he's actually cold, because when your arm brushes against his, it radiates warmth, drawing you in like icarus to the sun.

but yuta doesn't burn you. so you come closer and closer, 'till your arm is fully brushed up against him and you feel his figure stiffen up slightly, his eyes trained on the screen when they were once trained on you.

and yuta is unsure of what to do, because you were star-far before. all yuta could ever do, since the first year of jujutsu high, was admire you, as if you were the sky and he were bound to earth. and he would watch and watch, reaching a hand out, desperate to catch a breeze, a stray fragment of your incomparable vitality.

but here you are: next to him, his atmosphere colliding briefly—too briefly—with yours, and suddenly everything has been worth it, and suddenly everything is beautiful. he takes a deep breath and everything is right, as if all the chaos in the world (the entropy) had rearranged into one, tangible mass. because entropy becomes enthalpy and enthalpy is the total energy within a system, and the enthalpy in yuta's great, big planet takes the form of his palpable, vibrant love.

(yuta has no idea what he's talking about; he still doesn't understand how entropy and enthalpy work.)

in the corner of his peripheral vision, yuta notices you craning your head toward the television screen, paying no mind to the way he panics, the way he is left a flustered mess.

he supposes it's always been like this: with him following you.

"you know, sometimes when my body performs homeostasis—" yuta starts, trying his best to sound factual.

"stop trying to throw random biology words around," maki interrupts with a scowl, "you are not the thinker. do you even know what a lipid is?'

yuta scratches his head. "uh, i feel like i've seen it around somewhere..."

"oh yeah, 'cause lipids are strolling through the streets of tokyo," maki replies.

"aren't lipids a type of protein?" panda interjects.

yuta opens his mouth to agree, but he quickly looks away when maki pulls out a staff, doing a 360-triple-axel-jump-serve before whooping the shit out of panda for his stupidity.

"definitely not," yuta states to panda's corpse matter-of-factly, "how could you say lipids are a protein?"

"everything is a protein!" panda retorts.

that's true, yuta thinks. again, he quickly retracts his statement once maki whoops the shit out of panda for his stupidity.

"kelp," toge says, raising one hand up to wave. you walk through the doors of the living room and yuta wonders when the walls became so vibrant, when the entire school got a paint coat that dusted it with golden light.

"hey, toge!"

"[name]," maki says, her furrowed brows easing up at the sight of your face. "tell these idiots what a lipid is."

"a fat?" you respond, almost confused. "why are we talking about lipids?"

"because someone here is letting one biology lesson from shoko get to his head." maki glares at yuta. "suddenly, he thinks he's a biology prodigy."

you laugh at this, and yuta feels something hum in his chest. flowers begin to blossom all across his ribs, and their stems weave around the bone, decorating his torso with love. and then you turn to him and you grin, your eyes crinkling with mirth as he feels his stomach churn.

"don't you have a reversed technique anyway? you don't need to be a biology master, yuta."

and oh, the way you say his name—the way you look at him and the way you perceive him. yuta wants to sink into your gaze and rest there, bathing in the color of you irises for all of eternity.

homeostasis is an essential process for all organisms. it is the concept of maintaining chemical equilibrium, of balancing one's body against the environment its in. when it's cold, people shiver as a way for the body to generate heat and warm itself up. when people become warm again, the shivering stops. that is homeostasis.

when you look at him, yuta's heart races. it's desperate to circulate his blood, because the oxygen he breathes—in your presence—melts into the liquid, traveling all across his body. he supposes it's because he's desperate to capture your existence, to make a portion of it his own.

(biology is definitely not his forte.)

when you look away, yuta's heart stops. it has no function anymore. when you look away, yuta experiences momentary clinical death, the processes of his system coming to a halt since there's no reason to keep going on, to continue breathing and living if you are not there.

"you're right," he says, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. yuta feels the judging stares from his classmates, as if they're scorning him for giving into everything you say.

but he supposes it's always been like this: with him giving into you, with him loving you.

yuta's love goes beyond physical appearances, beyond the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips. his love travels from his irises to his ribs, manifesting as flowers that wind around them, reaching his heart and rooting there.

forever.

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 7 months

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Thank god, someone is writing for TADC 😭😭 Its so good and Ive rewatched the pilot way too many times because its actually funny

Could you write some Caine x reader where he finds himself having a crush on the new human who has arrived but he’s also just…oblivious to what feelings are so doesnt realize it? He’s so goofy, I love him

This is an amazing ask and thank you for sending it in :)

Caine having a crush on the new Reader

★ The first thing he did after giving you a new name and explaining where you are was to bring you around the grounds. Show you all the places you can go and the places you shouldn't. Pretty standard introduction.

★ While he showed you around it became apparent that you were a bit different from the other humans. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Oh well, he'll figure it out later! (Spoiler: he doesn't)

★ He doesn't realize what his feelings are trying to tell him. Sure, he knew that he liked being around you but he didn't think it was that big of a deal. Caine tried to not let his fondness for you overshadow his roal as the ringleader.

★ It can be compared to a parent trying not to have a favorite child. Yes, he has one. But he's worried that the others would feel less special if he said anything. He's gotta love the 22-45 yo children equally!

★ He's the last person to realize he has a crush on you. Everyone is talking bets on when he'll figure it out. Except for Kinger, the chess piece is so oblivious to his surroundings it's not even funny.

★ The moon is so jealous of you. Even downright mean to you. Between the moon and the sun you should choose the sun. The choice is yours after all. "Oh, it's you.." "Caine, don't you think your new friend is a bit much?"

★ Personal space? We don't know her. He's touchy with everyone but he's even moreso with you. Unless of course you ask him not to touch you, then he'll respect your boundaries and stop.

★ He'd like to tell you about some ideas he has for future adventures. One condition though, you cant tell anyone what he shows you. You gotta pinky promise him! He can't have any surprises ruined, now can he?

★ Untill further notice, you will be labeled as his best friend.

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lev1hei1chou · 8 months

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Why i believe Gojo could come back

This chapter left us in a devastated state and was absolutely uncalled for, but I personally believe this isnt the end of the strongest sorcerer. There are several reasons as to why (These are just opinions, I could be wrong in certain areas AND personal feelings might make an occassional appearance.)

LEAKS:

This whole panel was obviously made for a reason. And we dont see gojo making a decision. Considering the fact that this is literally THE Gojo Satoru, he's more likely to choose north since there's numerous things left as plot holes. We'll get to that.

Here in this page, he mentions that Toji should've cut his head off to actually kill him. In the leaks, whats cut off is his upper body but not the head! I still can't quite wrap my head around RCT but lets say he's not able to heal himself. You know who can and who would? Yuta and Shoko

Now moving on

"Gojo then bids farewell to everyone." If hes truly gone then why would he be bidding farewell to the fallen comrades? If he's dead then isn't he supposed to stay in the afterlife with them?

Pretty self explanatory

What if Kashimo is going in to distract Sukuna while Shoko and Yuta can heal Gojo?

Now think about this. Gojo is gone, Shoko doesnt fight and who are all left? A bunch of sorcerers who are literally under 20, need guidance and we havent really seen any panel where they actually plan how they're going to go about in the whole battle. Gojo isnt a want, hes a NEED, a NECESSITY.

Remember, Toji who was dead long ago pretty much appeared out of nowhere in Shibuya Arc LMAO so- yes

WHAT IS THIS EVEN SUPPOSED TO MEAN

Theres no way Gojo would be left sealed for 3 whole years, brought him back just to kill him off in the most disrespectful way possible.

Besides, things that Gojo wanted to do haven't happened yet.

He wanted to tell megumi about his father

He wanted to see his students surpass the strongest sorcerer, aka him

He wanted to get rid of the higher ups

He wanted to properly mourn suguru (for which kenjaku has to be defeated but oh well)

He wanted to save Megumi

How'd we know what Gojo said here.

On to the other aspects of why killing off Gojo was a bad idea. We barely ever saw what happened to him, and an off screen death to the so called strongest sorcerer is just senseless. Gojo is a fan favourite. People started watching the show for Gojo (myself included) and there's a high possibility of multiple people dropping the manga since he isn't even there anymore.

The ending could take a turn for the worse considering the fact that Sukuna is just overpowered and Kenjaku hasn't done anything as of now. Unless there's some heavy plot armor I dont think the students even stand a chance against Sukuna and Kenjaku. Both outcomes- the students and others emerging as victors or sukuna emerging as a victor could make the ending absolutely terrible and this might as well top AOT for being the manga with the most disliked ending.

Gojo Satoru is the mentor for multiple; for Yuji, Nobara, Megumi, Yuta, Maki, Panda, Toge and the third years and its necessary for them to have someone to teach them. It is one of Satoru's wishes to see his students surpass him, which can happen only when he's there since there's nobody else who is actually capable of teaching them and leading them into the world as actual graduated sorcerers.

So Gojo dying will make the manga take a turn for the worse. Killing him off in the middle makes absolutely no sense and is just plain bad writing. People are prolly gonna kill me for this but lets admit the truth. Hyping this battle, building up tension just to finish him off screen is NOT good writing.

Anyways. There is factual proof of Gojo potentially making a return. Maybe at a cost, like him losing his power, losing his "strongest" title or anything else. He may not even be the same anymore but honestly as long as he's back, I'm fine.

It happened previously, and could happen again.

Satoru Gojo may not be the strongest and the honoured one, but may be reborn as a newer version of himself after getting humbled. Lotuses, as mentioned above symbolise rebirth, which is why i believe this is not the end.

A small bit of advice for gojo fans: Go watch haikyuu or highschool babysitters as a form of self care <3

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