#unknown-uno

[unknown-uno]

Shh they're sleeping ♥

[unknown-uno]

Can confirm it's comfy.🖤

Staring at this image I took thinking about this constantly. I'm so normal

[unicornblossom13]

Jyugo: Look, I know we don’t always see eye to eye, but-

Uno: That’s because you’re too short to do so.

[Jyugo stares at him for a few seconds before grabbing him by the shirt, pulling him down to his face]

Jyugo: Listen here, you %#&*#\!

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

ISU released an article about Shoma

Two-time ISU World Champion and three-time Olympic medalist Shoma Uno of Japan has announced his retirement from competitive skating after a long and distinguished career and is ready to open a new chapter in his life.

“I have decided to retire from active competition,” Uno wrote on Instagram. “I am very grateful to have been able to continue skating for 21 years since I was 5 years old, and to have had a wonderful athletic life.”

The Japanese star will talk in more detail about his retirement and future plans in a press conference scheduled for May 14.

The 26-year-old looks back at a career with many highlights and also difficult times, but he always came back, proving his talent and showing resilience. When five-year-old Shoma went to the ice rink in his hometown of Nagoya with his father to have fun, he had no idea that he would become a World Champion, Olympic medalist and super star of the sport. He only knew that the enjoyed skating and kept coming back to the rink, taking lessons. He trained with Machiko Yamada, the coach of Japanese skating icon Midori Ito and also with Mihoko Higuchi for many years and worked his way up in the skating world.

Uno debuted in the ISU Junior Grand Prix in 2011 and was so tiny that he was unable to look over the boards. He won a few medals on the Junior circuit but his breakthrough came in what was his last Junior season in 2014/15 when he qualified for the first time for the ISU Junior Grand Prix Final where he claimed gold. Shoma went on to take the ISU World Junior title in 2015, in what was his fourth and final appearance at the event (climbing from 10th in 2012, 7th in 2013 and 5th in 2014).

Once at the senior level, Uno quickly became one of the top Skaters in the World. In his World debut in 2016 he placed 7th but then the next year won silver, his first of a total of four World medals. In his first Olympic Winter Games in 2018, Shoma skated off with the silver medal and returned on to the Olympic podium four years later, earning the bronze. In 2022 and 2023 Uno crowned himself ISU World Champion.

However, in between there was a time of struggle. In the 2019/20 season, for the first (and only) time in his career, Uno finished off the podium in the ISU Grand Prix Series. He had left his coaches since childhood and struggled with confidence.

“At first, to be honest, I was thinking about finishing my career,“ he said in an interview at Skate America 2021 about this time.

“I did not know how much longer I would keep going. But imaging the end (I thought) maybe I'll enjoy the rest of this career as an athlete.“

Uno started to work with two-time World Champion Stéphane Lambiel as his coach and choreographer in fall 2019 and soon came back strong. He grew as an athlete and a performer with beautiful programs that highlighted his versatility: “Turandot” (Free Skating 2017/18), “Great Spirit” (Short Program 2020/21), “Bolero” (Free Skating 2021/22) and “Spiegel im Spiegel” (Free Skating 2023/24) to name a few.

At the same time, the Japanese star always pushed the limits technically and made history by becoming the first Skater to perform a quadruple flip in competition in 2016.

“When I train and want to become better, it's not good for me to work on what I can already do. If I'm satisfied with just giving 80 per cent, I'm not good. The right training for me is to push my limits,” Uno said in an interview.

The Japanese Skater has an independent mind and a fun personality. He has a Youtube Channel where you can meet his three toy poodles Emma, Baron and Toro.

“When I am on the ice, I am totally focused on my sport, but when I'm off the ice, I am sure most people know I am just a lazy slacker, but I thought that would be a good way to show to the people how I am off the ice, but still this is Shoma Uno,” he explained.

When asked who inspires him the most, Shoma’s surprising answer was:

"Myself. Of course, I think I am inspired by many people and heard some good words from everyone, too, but in the end when you break it down, I do feel that it is myself that inspires me and sadly, I don't listen to anyone. Sometimes I listen, but mostly I go with my own mind,” he added.

For sure Uno will follow his own ideas in the years to come but you can certainly expect to see him gracing the ice in shows for a while.

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

Minus Godzilla: Please, Koichi, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

Minus Godzilla: I’m sorry Koichi.

Minus Godzilla: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

Koichi: It has to be done.

Minus Godzilla:

Koichi:

Minus Godzilla:

Koichi: *Places +4* Uno.

[bxtonpxss]

@dnangelic from [HERE]

"Well you know, a girl’s gotta have her hobbies." She finds herself amusedly quipping back. In any other instance, she’d be positively embarrassed by his teasing, but her concern for his well-being outweighed everything else. Her attention was fully focused on gently and meticulously cleaning his wings, and it caused her to miss his usual grin in the mirror which would've easily got her heart pumping. She was almost done, having been at the task for nearly a half hour… maybe longer? This room lacked a proper time device so it was anyone's guess.

"Please don’t!" Immediately comes her exasperated groan at his words, momentarily imagining him coming to her covered from head to toe in filth with the intention of having her clean him off. She's not sure if she could handle that--- she was kind of getting used to his shameless speech, her cheeks still burned brightly with blush, but she's begun to sputter less and less in surprise, at his words at least.

She's still a bit jittery when it comes to the touching, having a boy be so bold with her is very surprising. Though she dreads the thought of him coming to her covered in an absolute mess, she wants to reassure him that despite her words she really doesn't mind it. Neya rose from her stool and walked around so she could crouch in front of Dark, her cheeks burning brightly while she pointedly kept her gaze strictly above his neck due to the improperness of this whole situation, but this was very important and he needed to know her feelings.

"But…" she begins softly, "if you ever need help with this kind of cleaning, please don’t hesitate to ask!" Neya reaches out and gently brushes the feathers near his arm, gaze becoming soft as she smiles, tone filled with deep sincerity. "These are… important to you, right? You can’t really make any daring and flashy escapes with your wings weighing you down or being damaged." She didn't really understand everything he did, but considering how messy they were, he utilized his wings a lot. They were almost like an extension of him in that regard she thinks, so maybe she'll cut him some slack.

" So, I guess... if it's going to be like that-- then, I don't mind taking care of you Dark-san!”

[masenrichesse]

Went to ATL with my camera! Photos by me.

[prlssprfctn]

God, I just know that the family hates playing Scrabble with Jason, because they agree being casual and not search for unusable words through dictionaries intentionally - side eye at Tim, who prior the Scrabble night learned by heart the whole dictionary and spluttered words the next day without even remembering their meaning just because he wanted to win - and then they forget that Jason is English & Literary major. And his casual words are like. Unknown by the half of population.

Jason: Hm-m, geoluread. Dick: There is no way this word is real. Jason: It means yellow-red, actually. Poets and writers used it to describe-- Damian, aka. Nerd Jr: He is right, it is a real word. Tim, groaning: Can we play Uno? Duke: No, no, wait, I use Jason's bizarre knowledge for making my own dictionary to use in school essays and impress teachers, let him cook. Cass, nodding: Good source information. Dick, frustrated: THIS IS NOT EVEN FAIR Stephanie, reaching for her phone: I smell a fight--

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Uno and chill- H.HJ (part 2)

After promising posting part 2 the whole week, it's finally official hehe sorry it took so long, I was very tired. And I don't remember if Hyunjin has short or long hair in the other part so pretend that his hair just grew.

I also want to share with you that Sunday we will have an Easter special fic AND a new prompt list coming out, so stick around 😊

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut, dom!reader

Part 1

Alexa, play Red Lights by Hyunjin & Bang Chan

You weren’t ready.

Months had passed since that night. That game. That kiss. Since Hyunjin flipped a hidden card with a smug grin and wrecked your life in the most delicious way possible.

But now you were in his city— Seoul.

And your job had decided to partner with his group.

Of course, the universe had a questionable sense of humor.

You fidgeted with your badge, trying to act professional as you walked into the studio with your team. Stray Kids was already there, cameras flashing, makeup artists touching up, stylists fluttering around like anxious butterflies. It was chaos.

And then you felt it— eyes on you.

You didn’t have to look to know it was him standing up so suddenly his chair almost overturned.

“UNO GIRL?!”, he said way too loud.

You froze. Literally froze in place. Several heads turned. One of your coworkers blinked in confusion. Your boss narrowed her eyes.

You stormed across the room, grabbed Hyunjin’s sleeve, and yanked him down the hall, ignoring his laughing protests.

The second the bathroom door closed behind you, you turned on him. “Are you trying to get me fired?”

He leaned against the counter like he wasn’t the problem, “I missed you too”

“Hyunjin”, you hissed “Shut up”.

Of course he didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer. “Come on. Months without a single text? That’s cold, even for you”

“You were the one who didn't text me! I left my number on that damn Uno card! But since you didn't say anything, I figured you were busy, you know. Being famous, body rolling on stages, choking random fans in hotel rooms”

His grin turned dark at that, “Oh? You remember that part?”

And before you could answer, he dipped his head, brushing his lips against your neck. His voice dropped low and wicked.

“Right here, wasn’t it?”

You inhaled sharply.

He kissed the same spot again. Slower. Then let his fingers rest lightly at your throat, the memory of his grip making your breath hitch.

Then, his voice tone shifted to lower, rougher. “Did anyone else touch you, these last few months?”

The question wasn’t fair. Not with the way his body crowded yours. Not with his hand on your skin and his mouth so close.

You shook your head, “N-No…”

He smiled. Not sweet, not soft— satisfied

“Good”

Then he pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes. The heat in his gaze didn’t fade.

“Wait for me when this ends”, he said simply, “Don’t run again”

And with that, he turned and walked out of the bathroom like he hadn’t just unraveled you in under five minutes.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You were useless for the rest of the photoshoot.

Every time you tried to focus, your thoughts spun back to that damn bathroom. His fingers ghosting over your neck. The way he said ‘good’. The way he looked at you like you were still his— like you never stopped being.

Your coworkers were reviewing lists and discussing lighting setups, and all you could do was stare.

Because Hyunjin was performing for the camera like it was foreplay.

Eyes half-lidded, tongue peeking out, unnecessary body rolls paired with smirks aimed directly at you.

And he knew it.

He’d glance your way after every shot, lips twitching like he could hear your pulse from across the room. The worst part? You were pretty sure he could.

By the time the shoot ended, you felt like you had survived a silent war.

So when your phone buzzed, you didn’t even hesitate.

Unknown number: ‘Meet me at the back lot. I’m taking you home. Changbin will be out. We’ll be alone’

The text alone did unspeakable things to your already chaotic mind.

You slipped away from the team, heart hammering in your chest like you were sixteen sneaking out to meet a boy who already ruined you once and was definitely about to do it again.

He was waiting by a black van, dressed in sweats and a hoodie, mask tugged down just enough to show the smirk he wore like an armor.

“Took you long enough”, he murmured.

“I had to make sure no one saw me”

He leaned close, lips brushing your ear again, whispering the way he did hours earlier, voice dripping heat and memory.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be screaming loud enough later that someone will”

And then he opened the door for you, like a gentleman.

A very, very troublemaker one.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Hyunjin’s dorm was unexpectedly cozy. You hadn’t known what to expect— maybe something cold, minimalist, like the carefully crafted parts of his idol imagine. But it was the opposite. It was soft, warm with books stacked in the corners, half burned incense on a small ceramic dish, and blankets draped over the back of his couch like he had tried, but failed, to fold them neatly.

You barely stepped inside before he pulled you close and leaned down, his breath warm against your mouth. 

“I missed these lips”, he whispered, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you.

But you stopped him, palm to his chest, grinning, “Wait… what about the rematch?”

He blinked, then narrowed his eyes playfully, “You’re serious?”

You crossed your arms, “A bet’s a bet. You cheated at Uno, remember?”

He groaned, “I don’t even have Uno!”

“Okay, then what do you have?”

Hyunjin sighed dramatically and walked over to a cabinet, “Let’s see… Monopoly, Jenga… ”. He turned around slowly, raising a brow, “Twister”.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh, “Perfect”

A few minutes later, the colored mat was rolled out on his living room floor, and Hyunjin was stretching like he was preparing for the olympics.

“You’re way too excited for this”, you said, standing opposite him.

He grinned, “You have no idea”

From the very first spin, the game was doomed— not because either of you lacked skill, but because you both had absolutely no intention of keeping it innocent. Every move was a flirt, every stretch, an excuse. His arm brushed against your chest “accidentally”. You moved your hip back into his crotch on purpose, biting back a smug smile when you heard him suck in a breath.

“Left foot red”, you announced, glancing up just as he struggled to reach over you. His shirt rode up. His hips brushed yours. And when you arched just slightly against him— just for teasing— he slipped.

With a dramatic gasp, Hyunjin’s balance gave out and he tumbled forward right on top of you.

The two of you collapsed into a messy heap , him hovering above you, chest to chest, lips a whisper away from yours. A sharp breath caught in your throat as he braced himself above you, palms on either side of your head, your bodies perfectly aligned, his thighs caging yours. His chest heaved. So did yours.

“Oops. Guess I lost”, he said, not even pretending.

You blinked up at him, trying to keep your voice steady, “So… wanna know what’s the prize this time?”

His eyes darkened instantly, already leaning in, “Kiss for a kiss?”

You smirked “No”

He blinked, “No?”

“I wanna tie you on the bed”

That shut him up.

His lips parted, and for a second, he looked like he might combust on the spot. But then a delicious, dangerous smile curved his lips.

“A bet is a bet, right?”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

All the warmth of the dorm extended to Hyunjin's bedroom. The lights were low, dark wooden shelves held a variety of things. His bed wasn’t particularly big, but the sheets were soft and there were too many pillows. A small vinyl record player sat on his desk, with a stack of albums in the corner.

But what changed everything— what shifted the mood— was when he pressed a small button near his nightstand and the entire room bloomed red.

Not bright. Not harsh. Just deep, ambient red light that gave the walls a velvet tone.

He watched you from the middle of the room, already shirtless, his skin flushed in the glow like something out of a dream. 

“Just helping set the mood”, he murmured, trying to act cool but the flicker in his gaze gave him away. He was nervous but still excited for whatever was coming.

You walked slowly toward him, holding the soft tie in your hand—  the silk scarf you were wearing earlier that day.

“Strip and lie down”, you said softly, “Face up”

Hyunjin swallowed, nodded and obeyed.

He looked stunning under the red lights— flushed cheeks, tousled hair, chest rising and falling a little too quickly. You took your time tying his wrists to the headboard, fingers grazing his skin a little longer than necessary, enjoying how he shivered beneath you.

“You good?” you whispered.

He nodded, eyes fluttering closed for a second before opening again. “What’s the safe word?”

You smirked, “Let’s keep it classic. Uno” 

He groaned, “You’re mean, cold as ice”

Something he said flipped a switch in your head. “Ice”, you murmured, then leaned in, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth, “That’s a great idea”.

You stood slowly, walking toward the dorm fridge, ignoring his protests. “Where… where are you going?”, he asked, voice raw.

You didn’t answer, just pulled open the freezer, grabbed a single ice cube, and held it up between two fingers like it was something precious.

When you entered the bedroom again, his eyes widened slightly, flicking from your hand to your smirk, “Wh– what are you gonna do with that?”

You settled back on him, straddling his hips, dragging the ice slowly along your own collarbone. “Just thought we could play with some… temperature control”, you whispered, letting a single cold drop fall on his chest.

He shivered violently, a helpless sound slipping from his throat.

The next trail of melting water you traced along his stomach, circling his navel before heading lower. His muscles tightened beneath your touch. He tried to close his legs, but your body pinned him in place.

“you don’t get to squirm”, you said, licking a drop off his skin before it fell.

Then you hovered just over his cock, the ice cube now resting against the fabric of his boxers, soaking a dark patch into the thin material. He gasped, hips jerked, and you responded immediately, “Didn’t I say no moving?”

“Fuck, baby… please”, he moaned, nearly breathless, “You’re driving me insane”.

You smiled, dragging the ice up his chest again, this time letting it melt fully between your fingers and drip across his nipples. His head tipped back against the pill and Hyunjin sank his teeth on his bottom lip.

“Say the safe word if it’s too much”, you whispered, watching him twitch.

“Uno…”, he gasped, eyes wild.

You raised a brow, “Already?! Do you really want me to stop?”

He swallowed hard, lips parting but no answer came.

You leaned down, licking the water from his neck, voice sultry against his skin, “That’s what I thought”

You finally got rid of both your underwear. Then you moved, lowering yourself onto him inch by inch, cruelly slow. His entire body arched off the bed, a choked sound slipped from his throat— something between a gasp and a growl.

“F-fuck, you feel… so damn warm, baby, please…”

“Ah- ah”, you said, your hand sliding back to his throat, not pressing, just resting there, “You don’t get to move yet”.

He moaned, eyes wide and pleading, hips twitching involuntarily as you rolled your own in slow, merciless circles. “I…  I couldn’t help it”, he panted, “You’re torturing me”

You leaned down until your lips brushed his ear, “That’s the idea”

Then you rocked forward again, achingly slow, dragging your nails down his chest just enough to make him shiver. His hands strained uselessly against the scarf, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut like he was trying not to completely lose it.

You kept the rhythm slow, steady, sensual. Grinding down hard one moment, then lifting off just enough to make him whimper. Every time he begged, you clenched, pulsing around him until he twitched and throbbed beneath you.

“You’re not very obedient tonight”, you said sweetly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Should we come up with the safe word?”

Hyunjin gave a breathless laugh. “God, yes. Please.”

He moaned loudly as you bounced once,  hard enough to take his breath away, before going right back to a slow grind.

 “Then, say it”

A few more moments passed in pure torture. Every movement from him, every twitch, every sound was met with delicious punishment— either a clench, a tease, or you pulling off him entirely just to make him beg.

And he did.

Over and over.

Until, finally, he cracked. “Uno. Uno, Uno. Fuck… please"

You slowed, eyes locked on his, but didn’t stop.

“Humm. That didn’t sound very convincing”

“I said the safe word”,  he groaned, hips jerking.

“And I heard you”, you smiled, devilish, “But I thought you liked someone cheating”

His mouth fell open in disbelief then you clenched again, and his head dropped back with a curse.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna die”

”I’ll stop if you want me to”

“No”, he groaned, helpless, “Please don’t stop. Please don't”

“So desperate”, you whispered, ��Such a good toy”

He whimpered, fingers curling as you rode him harder now, driving him insane.

You felt it when he started to fall apart, the way he trembled under you, the way his moans turned breathless and broken.

“I’m close… I’m so close… please let me come”, he cried out.

He was trembling beneath you, wrists flexing against the silk you’d tied them with. His eyes followed your every move— hungry, desperate, and glassy with need.

“Yn…” he whined, voice wrecked.

You tilted your head playfully, “Hum?”

“I c–can’t take it anymore, please… I have to… .”

He let out a needy whimper, the kind that only made you feel more powerful. Your hips rolled forward before stopping completely, just to make him lose his sanity, still not giving him what he wanted. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw clenched hard.

“You’re being so good for me, Hyunjin”, you murmured, your fingers trailing back up to his face, brushing over his cheek and lips. He leaned into it, greedy for your touch, chasing your hand like it was oxygen.

His legs shifted restlessly under you, thighs trembling from holding back.

His eyes snapped open, blown wide with lust and submission. “Please… I want to come inside of you. I need to release everything inside you. Please, Yn… I can’t hold it anymore, just let me”

A grin curled on your lips. You leaned in, slowly dragging your hips forward, “Did I break you, baby?”, you whispered.

His hips jerked beneath you, entirely involuntary. “Yes”, he choked out, “You broke me. You fucking ruined me”.

Satisfied, you untied one of his wrists slowly. Then the other.

And then, you finally moved again, lips meeting his swallowing desperate moan with a kiss as he clutched your waist like a man drowning.

His whole body shuddered underneath yours, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“I missed this”, he groaned, “I missed you”

You established a torturously slow pace, your hand tangled in his hair, the other pressing gently into his chest to keep him down and still.

“I’m not done playing”,  you whispered.

“God, I’ll play forever if you ride me like this…”

And when he finally came undone, it was with your name on his lips like a surrender. His body trembled as he spilled into you, but you didn’t stop. You rocked through it, pulling another whimper from him, dragging out every last wave of pleasure until he was completely spent, blinking up at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

 You followed just moments later, collapsing against his chest, both of you panting and tangled and wrecked.

The two of you stood there— breathless, dazed, ruined.

And when he finally caught his breath, he looked up with a cocky grin.

“This time”, he said, voice hoarse, “you cheated. I said the safe word. Multiple times”

You leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, “I learned from the best”

The silence stretched until a voice from the other side of the dorm wall broke it—  Changbin’s voice

“Are you done torturing him now or should I grab my noise canceling headphones again?!”

You both froze before bursting into laughter.

He looked at you and smirked, “Round 2, just to piss him off?”

You smirked back, just as mischievously, "I'm in”.

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[unknown-uno]

"The Macguire Express"

For these past few days I've been conversing with the wonderful @the-star-and-the-smols ! Engaging in much MUCH brain-rot of RDR2, G/T AND one particular character within the game. <3 Truly Cassidy's ideas are ones to marvel and the illustration you see before you is one of them - Sean being the utter ladies man that he is, takes the gals out of camp and carries them into town (before boredom kills them). Using a transportation he calls "The Macguire Express".

(Thank you so much Cass for supplying such UNBELIEVABLE amounts of ideas, inspiration and fuel for this awfully specific fixation its been nothing short of incredible!)

[unicornblossom13]

Nico: So who’s the clingy one in the relationship?

[Jyugo was sitting on Uno’s lap, hand running through his hair while the gambler’s arms were around him]

Jyugo: Uno, obviously.

[revelboo]

Can we see Jazz sparked please??? This is the funniest little series that's making my shitty day so much better

Sure! Most of them are just making the assumption that since the human is so small and helpless compared to them, that they’d have to be the carrier and forgetting that aliens, especially humans, are just weird. 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse-sparked

Jazz x Reader

• Thighs draped over his, your toes curl, unable to move the way you want. Trembling as his hands slide over you, his touch almost reverent. “Jazz,” you groan in protest, hips up and chin tucked to be able to see him. But he’s focused on where your bodies meet, visor dim. “Was thinking,” you manage, trying to focus as his hips lazily roll. “About what you said? About wanting sparklings?”

• Head lifting from where he’d been watching his spike sinking into you and sliding almost out, slick with you, his servos flex on your hips. Because you’d better not be teasing. Wants to spark you so bad, even after going over every reason he shouldn’t. That it’s too risky right now because there’s no telling when the war might erupt in full swing again. But he’s so scared of waiting and losing that chance forever. That he’ll keep making excuses out of fear that he can’t do this. Can’t be a sire. “And what did you decide, kitten?” He asks, voice rough.

• It’s frightening, so many unknowns and neither of you really sure this can even work between you. But you want it even as it scares you. “I want to.” Want a family with this sweet, damaged bot. And he’s just staring down at you before he’s shifting over you and his spike pushes deep in a hard drive of his hips that makes you gasp, legs hooking around his waist, he settles against you. You can see a hint of his optics through his visor as he searches your eyes, trying to make sure you mean it. “I do.”

• Mouth covering yours, he begins moving against you, spike stroking deep. “Gonna make me a sire tonight, kitten?” He growls, hips pumping, feeling your slick heat wrapped around him, your heart racing as you moan. Going to be his little carrier and let him spark you? Little nails digging into his seams as you gasp his name, urging him on. And he shifts his plating to snare you in his spark, your familiar warmth and light tangling in him until he can’t tell where you end and he begins. And that question hangs between you and you agree without hesitation even though he can sense you’re scared. And he shudders against you, bucking deep as he fills you and tips you over that edge with him.

• Feel that coaxing, like when he’d boned you the first time, a sense of a question you don’t quite understand as his warmth curls around you, feeling like home. Safety. And you relax into that pull even as that uncertainty crouches at the edge of your mind.

• Groaning as a bit of his spark pulls, tangles in a bit of you, becoming something new. Your emotions and warmth crash over him. Trying to soothe the worry he can feel even as it begins to escalate. Afraid because you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for this and it’s a misstep he feels. And another when you don’t respond to his instinctive coaxing. Pushing back instead. Shuddering, he accepts it and the connection falters as he pushes up over you with a groan, righting his plating and feeling that little spark tangled in him not you. “Kitten?” Smiling at your expression, he gently bumps you with his head. “I thought you were going to be my carrier?”

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! characters when you’re sick ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

ok so here’s some of my silly headcannons for some of the haikyuu characters when you’re sick!! (·•᷄∩•᷅ )

characters: kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

kageyama

he’s definitely gonna be awkward when he visits you

probably buys u a stuffed animal or something and a get well soon card

he’d probably be so nervous he’d think about leaving it on your door step then running off

he definitely brings you some instant noodles or something

someone probably made a joke about you dying and he fully believed it for a sec and panicked

constant texts and facetimes checking up on you

tsuki

definitely makes fun of you before actually feeling bad

takes a pic of you in ur ugly sick state and sets it to ur contact picture

brings you something you probably shouldn’t be having while you’re sick, like a soda or fast food

he also brings you medicine don’t worry

secretly worried about you, like he’ll text you every once in a while during school

“you ok? not that i care i just need my english partner back” (he totally cares guys)

plays games with you online

once you’re better he still acts like you’re sick and will infect him (he actually doesn’t care if you get him sick)

kuroo

i feel like he would know every secret unknown remedy to help whatever you have

like he’d be giving you stuff you didn’t even know existed then you’d be healed the next day

comes over and does EVERYTHING for you, like i can totally see him feeding you

comes over with the work you missed and teaches you the lesson you missed so you don’t fall behind

makes you feel better just by being there, i feel like he’d make you laugh a lot

your mom loves him for being there for you

kenma

i feel like he’d be A LITTLE worried but also he doesn’t really gaf…

like in his head he’s like “it’s just a cold they’ll be better in like 2 days”

he still texts you though

he may visit you to see how bad it is and if he should really worry but he wouldn’t bring you anything

asks you to play online with him after school

he gives u a pat on the head on his way out ^.^

bokuto

biggest over reaction

bro thinks ur dying T^T

he brings you literally everything you may or may not need

he tries his best but he genuinely doesn’t know how to help you lol

probably brings you like ice cream and soda

plays uno with you (i just know he would suck at uno im sorry)

he definitely ends up getting sick after you too

akaashi

also genuinely helps you

brings you basic medicine and makes you soup

he probably also brings you the work you missed from school and uses that as his excuse for coming to see you

tells you how pretty you look even when you’re sick

your mom is also obsessed with him and thinks he’s the sweetest boy ever

stays for a little longer than he needs to so can watch your show with you

texts you a lot while you’re sick just to see if you’re better yet :)

[fieryskies]

My most Crack semi-Percico thought came into my dreams last night, where Nico was for some unknown reason trapped into the Underworld by Hades and Percy decided to Uno Reverse card the man by kidnapping his son back to the surface and marrying him ala Persephone

Hades was beyond furious with his insolence, however Demeter was so pleased that he got a taste of his own medicine that she decided to make Percy her champion and forever bless him with crops during agriculture season

And so the dream ended with the Jackson-Di Angelo couple always having way too much flour for the amount of pizza they want and can make in the kitchen

[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

Sean bienvenidos amantes del mundo japonés, a una nueva publicación de actualidad. Dicho esto póngase cómodos que empezamos.

En esta ocasión, vuelvo otra vez a traer malas noticias sobre el país del sol naciente. Veo que la gente es muy burra y muy payasa por intentar ganar unos asquerosos likes de migrantes, comentarios, entre otras cosas, a través de la red social y dárselas de importante, de decir:Mira dónde he estado, mira lo que he hecho, solo con tal de llevar la atención y hacer el ridículo. Este tipo de gentuza no les importa, no les interesa la historia ni la cultura ni nada en absoluto, nada que tenga que ver con alguno de estos puntos mencionados anteriormente o algo similar; solo van a estos países, sobre todo al país desconocido o a países circundantes, porque están de moda y porque está en la sensación máxima ir para quedar bien y decir ante tus amigos o conocidos, Mirad dónde he ido y tú no. Por culpa de gentuza y de peña así, determinadas áreas del país del sol naciente están siendo vetadas para los turistas. Esto no quiere decir que los japoneses odien a los extranjeros y menos a los turistas; lo que odian son determinadas acciones o actitudes de dichos turistas, como subirse, por ejemplo, a la estatua de un perro icónico llamado Hachiko en frente de a estación de Shibuya.

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O por ejemplo como el caso de la chilena inculta e inmadura por hacer el postureo en un lugar sagrado para los japoneses para mí es una calumnia y una blasfemia lo que ha hecho la chilena y además para mí es un insulto lo que los turistas están llegando a hacer en Japón convirtiéndolo en un parque de atracciones por favor parad ya de hacer el gilipollas o el imbécil en un país dejad que vaya gente que realmente valore y aprecie cultura, valores costumbres de un país. Temo postear esto en 2025; la raza humana da vergüenza.

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Espero que os haya gustado y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones. Que pasen una buena semana.

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日本世界を愛する皆さん、最新刊へようこそ。そうは言っても、安心して始めましょう。

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この機会に、私は日出ずる国についての悪い知らせを伝えるために再び戻ってきました。ソーシャルネットワークを通じて、とりわけ移民から嫌な「いいね」やコメントを獲得しようとして、偉そうなふりをして、「私がどこにいたのか、私がどうなったのか見てください」と言う人々は、非常に愚かで非常にピエロであることがわかります。注目を集めて自分を馬鹿にするためだけにやったのです。このタイプの人々は、歴史や文化などにはまったく興味がなく、上で述べた点や同様のものとは何の関係もありません。彼らがこれらの国、特に未知の国や周辺国に行くのは、ファッショナブルだからであり、見栄えを良くして友人や知人に「ほら、私はどこに行ったのに、あなたはどこに行ったの？」と言うのが究極の感覚だからです。 t.このような暴徒や集団のせいで、日出ずる国の特定の地域は観光客の立ち入りが禁止されています。これは、日本人が外国人を嫌い、さらには観光客を嫌っているという意味ではありません。彼らが嫌うのは、例えば渋谷駅前にあるハチ公と呼ばれる象徴的な犬の像に登るなど、観光客の特定の行動や態度だ。

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あるいは、例えば、日本人の神聖な場所でポーズをとった無学で未熟なチリ人女性の事件のように、私にとってチリ人女性の行為は中傷であり冒涜であり、また私にとって観光客の行為は侮辱である。日本で何をするか、遊園地に変えるか、その国で嫌な奴や馬鹿みたいな行動はやめて、その国の文化、価値観、習慣を本当に大切にして感謝している人たちを去らせてください。 2025 年にこれを投稿するのは怖いです。人類は恥ずべき存在だ。

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気に入っていただければ幸いです。今後の投稿でお会いしましょう。良い一週間をお過ごしください。

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Welcome, lovers of the Japanese world, to a new publication of current events. Having said that, make yourself comfortable, we're starting.

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On this occasion, I am back again with bad news about the country of the rising sun. I see that people are very stupid and very clownish trying to gain some disgusting likes from migrants, comments, among other things, through the social network and acting like they are important, saying: Look where I've been, look what I've done, just to attract attention and make a fool of themselves. These types of scum don't care, they are not interested in history or culture or anything at all, nothing that has to do with any of these points mentioned above or anything similar; they only go to these countries, especially to the unknown country or surrounding countries, because they are fashionable and because it is the ultimate feeling to go there to look good and say to your friends or acquaintances, Look where I've been and you haven't. Because of scum and people like that, certain areas of the country of the rising sun are being banned for tourists. This doesn't mean that the Japanese hate foreigners and even less tourists; what they hate are certain actions or attitudes of said tourists, such as climbing, for example, the statue of an iconic dog called Hachiko in front of Shibuya station.

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Or for example, like the case of the uneducated and immature Chilean woman for posing in a sacred place for the Japanese. For me, what the Chilean woman has done is slander and blasphemy, and for me, what tourists are doing in Japan by turning it into an amusement park is an insult. Please stop being an idiot or an imbecile in a country. Let people who really value and appreciate the culture, values, and customs of a country go there. I'm afraid to post this in 2025; the human race is shameful.

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I hope you liked it and I'll see you in future posts. Have a good week.

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong "Thanos" - Numero uno.

Warning : alcohol

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “I thought of a reader who's like Thanos number 1 supporter, sharing the same energy as Thanos and supporting his plans and yada yada” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English

You met him years ago on YouTube. He didn’t even have a stage name yet and had freshly abandoned school.

He had a channel where he posted his rap, his face never showing on camera. The audio and video quality was shit, having barely a hundred views and a couple of unanswered comments.

He had kinda given up on it -his channel, not his dream-, and wanted to make a fresh start with a new YouTube channel, looking clearer and more professional. His dream was serious, his platforms, as small as they were, should look serious as well.

He logged back into his account, seeing a couple notifications, someone had subscribed and liked all his videos, leaving a comment under one of them. You.

You had written about how much you loved these, finding them so cool, praising his work and creativity. Although it was months old, that boosted his ego so much. Finally someone was seeing his potential.

Without thinking, he answered your comment with his phone number, wanting to have a proper chat. It’s not like the whole world would see it and call him anyway.

He then forgot about it until a week later when he received a message.

[unknown]> “Hello ?”

[unknown]> “Did you really give your number to a total stranger ? Survival skills : zero. Ahahah”

He scoffed when he looked at his phone. Who the fuck was it and how dare they speak to him like that ? His survival skills are actually great.

He dialed the number immediately, ready to curse you out.

“Who are you ?” He asked as soon as you picked up.

“I’m-” You chuckled. “I’m [Name], you uh, gave me your number a few days ago… Under your video. On YouTube.”

He did ? Oh, right !

“Ah, you’re that fan !”

“Fan ? Mh…” You thought for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, guess I’m a fan.” You said with a light chuckle.

“Then why the fuck did you speak to me like that ? Huh ?”

“Mh ?”

“You message. Saying I have zero survival skills !” He explained as he heard you laugh loudly. “Is that how you speak to someone you’re a fan of ?!”

“Sorry, sorry ~” You said, though he could hear your smile in your voice. “But uh, why did you give me your number ?”

He stayed silent for a few seconds.

“Wanted to talk.”

You chuckled.

“Okay, then what’s your name ? I’m not calling you by your YouTube name. Bunch of random letters and numbers, what kind of name-”

“The great Subong.” He replied proudly.

“…Subong ? Got it.”

“No, you forgot ‘the great’ !”

“No. I willingly ignored it. I like your music but I’m not gonna worship you. You crazy ?” You said with a laugh.

He sighed. What was the point of giving you his number then ?

“Are you upset ?” You asked, still smiling.

“You’re such a shitty fan, ah…”

You laughed once more.

“Aw. You reap what you sow or whatever. Anyway, do you have more music planned ?”

Straight to the point. He hummed.

“Yeah. I actually want to delete this channel to make a new one. I want it to look cool.”

“You're gonna delete it ? Let me just download your videos so I can listen to them again later.”

“Okay…”

You wanted to listen to them again ? Woah, did he really find himself his first fan ?

But then you hung up, making him stare at his phone in confusion. Why did you… whatever.

Then a couple of minutes later he received a message.

[Name]> “Sorry I panicked in my hurry and hung up. Music downloaded. Send me the link to your new channel ? Please ?”

[Great Subong]> “I haven’t made it yet. Still need to delete the old one. I’ll text you when it’s done.”

[Name]> “<3”

Once it was done he sent you the link to his brand new channel. New name, new profile picture, new everything. He even posted a new song where his face was showing. You gladly listened to it, downloading it as well in case he wanted to delete everything again.

You two eventually met each other after talking for some time by phone. You were both so hyped and excited. Him because he was meeting his first fan, and you because you were meeting a rapper you found awesome musically.

Not that you didn’t find his personality great as well, but you saw yourself more as a fan than as a friend.

This quickly changed. You were still a fan, but also a friend.

Hanging out together to eat or drink, going clubbing to either dance or flirt. You quickly found yourselves doing almost everything together. You even helped him make music though he rarely listened to your ideas, his diverging from yours all the time.

Years passed and his channel kept changing names as he gained more and more followers, gaining himself a little fanbase until Thanos became his official stage name.

His fanbase grew exponentially when he went on TV for a rap battle tournament called “Rap Battlegrounds”.

As you had thought, Thanos had deleted his oldest videos, finding them embarrassing to his brand. But you liked them, keeping them safe on your computer and phone, no matter how many times you changed your devices over the years.

He knew you had them, and though he kept telling you to delete them, he couldn’t help but feel a bit warm to know you still loved them just as much as when you first listened to them, always supporting him.

Even as he lost the rap battle, earning second place, and that his fanbase stopped growing as fast as when the first episodes aired, some fans stayed. Some had left, sure, but he still had definitely more fans than when he started years ago.

Which allowed him to make a few concerts here and there. Mainly to do the opening acts, but that still allowed him to win some people over.

He is not picky about who he’s doing the opening act of. Even if the music is shit. If it is, he’ll just take you where the drinks are after doing his job and drink his ass off with you.

If the music is cool, you’ll just jump and sing together, enjoying yourselves simply. You’ll still end up with a drink in your hands.

He’s often working on new music, not wanting to be forgotten yet, instead of teasing his comeback intensely, he’ll just post a picture with a countdown.

You’re the one who ends up posting what he sends you.

Because he loves teasing you with what he’s working on, even before anything is finished. Bits of lyrics written on paper, tapping a beat on a table, 1 second of a song he’s currently working on.

You quickly spam his phone for more info. Is it a single ? An EP ? A full album ? Will there be a feat ?

He barely responds to it, cackling before his screen as he leaves you on read.

So you end up acting like his social media manager, posting things for him, rewording some of his captions to delete the typos and make things more interesting for the fans.

You’re really into his music and made the mistake of drunkenly confessing that he was your favorite artist.

Big mistake. He’s insufferable now.

He wants to hear any commentary you have on what he makes. And not just “nice, love it 👍” but full on conversation about the adlibs, beat, melody, concept, bars and so on.

Speaking of adlibs, he definitely asked you to send him certain voice messages to use them for his songs. Or sometimes using full on conversations as an intro.

Although he loves the reaction of his fans when he posts new music, blowing up his phone on several platforms, what he prefers is yours. Mainly because he gets to see it live.

You’re grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him before the video starts, tapping your feet on the floor excitedly as you hit ‘play’. And you have the biggest smile on your face as the song plays.

You can’t stop hitting ‘pause’ to look at him and you have what looks like a maniacal smile, too excited and happy to just let the music play entirely, especially if it’s a music video. Oh, he’s absolutely beaming, he’s all for it, rubbing your back to help you calm down.

It used to annoy him, just let the damn thing play ! But now he’s loving it, he knows what parts you love the most with how quick you hit ‘pause’.

You have to stand up to keep watching because you have so much energy you can’t sit still.

Talking about music videos, you definitely helped him shoot a few shots.

To not spoil you you had to film him with noise cancelling headphones on. Which you found quite funny because you could see his lips move, hands flying in the air, trying to look intimidating, so serious, but you had no idea what he was rapping about. You try to guess the vibe with how much he moves.

But the silence was so loud in your ears that sometimes you end up laughing, shaking the camera, forcing you two to reshoot the scenes.

You also try to read his lips, but it’s always useless because you never find out what he’s saying.

But you swear you’re getting better. You aren’t.