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this is actually so fucking funny

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rewatching blue lock s1 and i got to ep 24 and i. forgot how absolutely hysterical the voice acting is for the world 5

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sorry these are still more thumbnails than anything else, but I need to admit at this point that I'm not getting any further on them (fingers crossed silly faces help make up for just sheer lack of time). so here's a random mix of stuff re:the episode 7 finale!

please don't destroy these tumblr

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It's canon. Trust me.

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Sleepover at Pomefiore for an undefined amount of time (until spring)

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he should be all of your class assignments

(my friend told me I draw ruggie as if he was my animation class assignment and I can't stop thinking about it)

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might fuck around and start posting smaus/fake texts w different characters using the texts my boyfriend has sent me

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Takuma Ino.

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y’all. get you a man who will mark up your neck like a black friday sale and then immediately buy you brand new concealer

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why is there a severe lack of takuma ino kissers

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no thoughts head empty only college au choso who has never been in a relationship ever x college student assistant teacher of yuuji’s high school film club

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update: read the kotoha fic here

i gave in. i started watching windbreaker. i now have several ideas for fics stewing in my brain.

(let me know which one you like/want to see the most in the comments :3)

sakura with a super confident + affectionate s/o who doesn’t gaf about his emotional constipation

nirei with an s/o who can fight

umemiya gets asked who he loves more, his s/o or kotoha, and he has an emotional breakdown

taming sugishita (that man is a CREATURE.)

togame braiding his s/o’s hair

kotoha gets a girlfriend and umemiya thinks they’re just besties

sakura has a crush on someone but he doesn’t know how to handle his feelings so he just wants to fight them 24/7

umemiya with a zoology nerd s/o (am i projecting? maybe.)

suo with an s/o that can read him like a fucking book

togame with a doting, almost caretaking s/o and he doesn’t quite know how to handle it

sakura with an s/o who is incredibly vocal about how sakura is the prettiest boy they have ever seen

togame and his s/o have a secret code when they want to leave a party/social event

anyways. that is what is currently happening in my brain rn

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OPERATION: KOTOHA’S BOYFRIEND!

WC 1.2k, part 1/???

SUMMARY: Umemiya knows that his precious little Kotoha-chan has a boyfriend--it’s obvious. But when he asks her, she won’t tell him anything…. So, being the good big brother he is, Ume takes it upon himself to find out just who this mystery boyfriend is, and if he’s good enough for Kotoha.

(aka: Kotoha is a girl kisser an and Umemiya has no idea)

CONTENTS. Kotoha x Fem!reader, Umemiya being Umemiya, lots of fluff and misunderstanding, reader is explicitly described as feminine/a girl

It was closing time at the cafe again. Nothing out of the ordinary, and for all intents and purposes it was a very normal night. Umemiya was in the back washing dishes while Kotoha straightens up the front. It was one of the only times that Umemiya could genuinely spend time with his little sister.

So why does she keep checking her phone?

As Umemiya scrubbed a particularly stubborn bit of cheese off a plate, Kotoha’s phone dinged, and even from the kitchen he could hear her drop everything to scramble over to check it.

Ume flicked the sudsy water off of his hands and wiped the rest on his apron as he peeked around the corner, careful to make sure he wasn’t noticed.

And there she was: Staring at her phone, completely absorbed, tucking her hair behind her ear, giggling and blushing-

Wait. Giggling and blushing?!

Now, contrary to what some people might assume due to his carefree, friendly nature, Umemiya was not stupid. Not that it took a genius to figure it out--he was sure, watching the scene unfold in front of him, that even someone as emotionally dense as Sakura could come to the same conclusion he did.

Kotoha was texting A Boy.

And no, not “a boy.” A Boy, capitalized. Because this boy was not just any boy, he was THE Boy.

The boy she liked.

Umemiya was able to realize this in a split second. He stepped fully out of the kitchen, not necessarily trying to be stealthy but his appearance went unknown to Kotoha either way as she eagerly types out a response on her phone, fighting (and losing to) the grin on her face. In fact, he was able to sneak up right behind her, peering over her shoulder.

“Who’re ya texting?”

Kotoha yelped and all but jumped out of her skin, immediately closing her phone and protectively pressing it screen-side into her chest. She was red in the face and if looks could kill, Ume would be six feet under.

“What the hell?! Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Kotoha snapped.

Umemiya tilted his head innocently. “Huh? It’s not like I tried to--you just didn’t notice me.”

Kotoha simply growled and went back to open her phone, angling so that her brother couldn’t see who she was texting. And just that alone told Ume all he needed to know.

His face lit up. “Are you texting your boyfriend?”

Kotoha glared at him again, holding her phone even closer to her chest. But she looked flustered. “None of your business.”

‘None of your business’? That wasn’t a ‘no.’ Which must mean…..

“Aha!” he cried, pointing a finger at her. “So you do have a boyfriend!”

Kotoha’s face got even redder and she seemed to shrink in on herself. “Shut the hell up. I don’t.”

“You can’t lie to me, Kotoha-chan,” he strutted around her, leaning in close to her face as she leaned away. “I know you too well. I know what your lie-face looks like.”

Which was true. He could read her expressions like a book. And the one she had on now was the oh-shit-I’ve-been-caught one.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, stuffing her phone into her pocket as she went back to closing up the front. Her face was still red. Umemiya leaned against the counter, looking at her with the biggest grin on his face.

“So…?”

“So what?” she growled.

Umemiya threw up his hands. “So who is he, Kotoha-chan?”

Rather than answering, she simply went back to cleaning. Umemiya made a noise of distress. “C’monnn, I’m your brother-”

“No you're not.”

“-you have to tell me!” he pleaded. “I need to know who he is, what he’s like, if he’s good for you, if he’s good enough for you…. And I also need to tell him that if he breaks your heart, I’ll snap him in two.”

Kotoha scoffed, preparing a retort when there was a sudden knock on the front door. Both of them turned to see you standing there, sheepish, illuminated only by the streetlamp, and carrying a bag of something. You gave them a little wave, and Kotoha immediately scrambled to unlock the door and let you inside.

Umemiya knew you. Quite well, in fact. You and Kotoha had been friends since middle school, and even more recently, you’d been hanging out at the cafe almost every day. Kotoha seemed a lot happier, more vibrant when you were around. You were sweet, polite, and above all, his sister’s best friend. So of course he adored you!

“(Name)!” he exclaimed, bounding up to give you a bone-crushing hug. “How’ve you been? Is school going well? You should really stop by Furin sometime with Kotoha, all the guys would love to meet you!”

You simply chuckled and patted his back, but Kotoha was quick to wrestle you out of his grip.

“I’m good, I’m good,” you replied as Kotoha pulled you away, giving you some breathing room. “What about you?”

“I’ve been good!” Umemiya started to talk about the recent goings-on in Furin, but Kotoha cut him off.

“Shut up, she’s not here for you,” she snapped, making Umemiya pout. She fully ignored him as her face softened and she turned to look at you fully.

“I’m happy to see you, but I didn’t know you were stopping by. I thought you had plans,” she said, reaching out to rub your shoulder. Almost automatically, you brought your free hand up to touch hers, gently holding it.

Meanwhile, Umemiya was shocked by the complete 180 her tone did when talking to you versus him. She’s so…. soft.

“I do, so I can’t stay for too long, but I wanted to drop this off,” you explained. You held out the tote bag you’d been carrying, and Umemiya immediately recognized its contents to be one of Kotoha’s favorite sweaters. The red one she’s had since middle school with holes in the sleeves.

“You left it at my place the other day,” you continued. Kotoha blushed, not meeting your eyes as she took the bag from your hands, and you chuckled.

“You didn’t need to come all the way out here. You could’ve just waited till tomorrow,” she grumbled, still not meeting your gaze.

“It’s no big deal, love,” you replied, smiling at her so warmly and genuinely that Ume realized how happy he really was that you were Kotoha’s best friend. “Wanted to see you before I left, anyhow.”

Umemiya watched as the two of you bid your farewells, heart warming at the tight hug that she gave you before you left.

After the door closed behind you and you walked out of sight, it was quiet. Kotoha hadn’t even turned.

“Ah, she’s so great,” Ume sighed gratefully after a moment. “I’m really glad the two of you are friends. She’s so good to you.”

“...Yeah,” she replied flatly, shuffling past him to finish up closing.

She didn’t look Umemiya in the eye for the rest of the night.

A/N: to be continued! this fic absolutely took over my brain and i had to remove it like a tumor. let me know if u want to be tagged in part 2!!

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i gave in. i started watching windbreaker. i now have several ideas for fics stewing in my brain.

(let me know which one you like/want to see the most in the comments :3)

sakura with a super confident + affectionate s/o who doesn’t gaf about his emotional constipation

nirei with an s/o who can fight

umemiya gets asked who he loves more, his s/o or kotoha, and he has an emotional breakdown

taming sugishita (that man is a CREATURE.)

togame braiding his s/o’s hair

kotoha gets a girlfriend and umemiya thinks they’re just besties

sakura has a crush on someone but he doesn’t know how to handle his feelings so he just wants to fight them 24/7

umemiya with a zoology nerd s/o (am i projecting? maybe.)

suo with an s/o that can read him like a fucking book

togame with a doting, almost caretaking s/o and he doesn’t quite know how to handle it

sakura with an s/o who is incredibly vocal about how sakura is the prettiest boy they have ever seen

togame and his s/o have a secret code when they want to leave a party/social event

anyways. that is what is currently happening in my brain rn

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Can I please request Soshiro's gf being nice to Weapon 10 because it saved Soshiros life and 10 start liking her, so now they are in a really weird and funny three way relantionship?

Game Night

You never thought you'd be playing 21 questions with your boyfriend and a kaiju, let alone the kaiju that had first tried to kill your boyfriend and then somehow saved your boyfriend's life. But there you were, crisscrossed on Soshiro's carpet, leaning against his couch, sipping at your water, with your feet resting in his lap, waiting for your next question.

“I don’t want to ask her that. No- you’re the idiot. Why would you ask something like that? I’m not saying it.”

You raise an eyebrow at Soshiro. “Oh come now. You can’t just leave me in suspense like this.”

He flushes red, his cheeks matching his suit. “I don’t… I can't… I’m not gonna tell you what he wants to know.”

You lean forward, your hand reaching out for his, as your cleavage makes a full appearance. And you know he’s getting a good, long look because you know your boyfriend better than anyone.

He gulps.

“Come on, baby. Just tell me. What’s he wanna know? I’ll tell you anything.”

Soshiro bites his lip. “He… wants to know… what your favorite position is.” He exhales, sounding exhausted.

You get on your knees and crawl over to him, pushing him down on the ground. Then you straddle him and lean down to whisper in his ear, “This one. This one’s my favorite.”

He exhales, trying to steady his breathing. You can tell he wants to look away, wants to resist, but he doesn't. His eyes trail down to your lips.

You smirk and sit back up, pulling away from him. He groans, disappointed. He reaches for you but you lightly slap his hand away, tsking at him.

He sits back up, sighing. "Fine, it's your turn. Ask a question."

You run your hand up his tail and the motion elicits a shiver, though you're not sure if the reaction belongs to 10 or Soshiro. "10. This one's for you. Do you ever wish Soshiro would wear the suit while we're getting it on?"

Soshiro coughs and then, after listening for a few seconds, his eyes widen and the redness in his cheeks deepens. "I'm not answering for him." He grumbles, looking away from you.

You laugh. "You don't have to. That's a yes."

You run your hand down his plated chest. He groans and leans into your touch. You still haven't figured out if him and 10 are both feeling the same sensations at the same time, or if it's 10 when you're touching the armor and Soshiro when you're touching his skin. But you love to tease them both anyway, so you continue.

"10. Dear. You know I appreciate you saving Soshiro. You're such a sweetheart for that." You purr. "But," You poke Soshiro in the nose, "Sexy time is just for the two of us."

Soshiro sighs, relieved. "Yeah. You heard the woman. It's just the two of us, stay out of it."

His tail shoots out and stabs the ground. He must be pouting, you think to yourself, amused.

"Hey! I'm never going to get my deposit back, you little shit!"

You lean back, entertained by the sight of what looks like Soshiro scolding himself, but you know 10 must be sulking somewhere inside his head.

"Alright love, it's your turn to ask me a question."

Soshiro turns back to you, remembering you're still here, waiting for him. His face softens for a moment before contorting back into a scowl. "No, no. Don't think she's saved you. We will talk about this later. You are in a lot of trouble. Now shut up and let me talk to my girlfriend, asshole."

You bite back a laugh as you wait for Soshiro's question. It never comes. It appears 10 is still arguing with Soshiro, because he's still glaring at the air. You decide to help him out. You lean forward and press a kiss to his chest plate. "10, be a good boy and wait your turn, okay? It's Soshiro's turn now. Please let him talk."

Your words work wonders because Soshiro exhales, relieved to have a little silence for once. If he's honest with himself, he's a little bitter that he has to beg 10 to listen to him but he listens to you in a heartbeat. But he'd never admit that to you.

Soshiro takes a deep breath. "Okay. Be honest, now. How long did you have feelings for me before we started dating?"

"Oh that's easy. Since I first laid eyes on you. I knew I was gonna make you mine the second I saw that compression shirt."

He rolls his eyes but then laughs. "So you just wanted me for my body?"

"Hey- that's two questions. You don't get two in a row. But, no, of course I didn't just want you for your body. Though it does help." You wink at him and lick your lips.

He blushes again. He seems to be doing that a lot today. You wonder if you should check him for a fever. You'll forever go down in history as the woman who killed the Vice Captain of the Third Division with your incessant teasing.

"Y-your turn." He stammers, not meeting your gaze.

You smirk. "What's your take on pineapple on pizza?"

He scoffs, looking directly at you now. "10 gets a question about sex and I get the pizza question? What is happening right now?"

You shrug. "Hey, I get to pick the questions. That's my question. And honestly, it could make or break our relationship so answer carefully."

He facepalms. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear. Fucking pizza question."

You're not supposed to be able to hear 10 but at this moment, you swear you can hear him cackling. Your thoughts are confirmed when Soshiro blurts out, "Oh shut the fuck up 10, you're not wanted in this conversation."

This night just keeps getting better and better, you think to yourself as you cover your mouth with your hand to keep from giggling. At first, this was going to be a drinking game, but now you knew alcohol wasn't necessary. You were fully sober and still fully entertained. In fact, as you watch Soshiro seriously contemplate the pineapple on pizza debate, you think to yourself that this might've been the best idea you've ever had in your entire life. You wonder if he'll lie just to give you an answer you like. You wonder what answer he thinks you want from him. It amuses you to no end watching him struggle.

"It's no good. Can't be done. Pineapple just doesn't belong on pizza, that's my final answer." He peers at you curiously, as though seeking confirmation that he answered correctly.

"Oh Soshiro."

He starts to droop a little, thinking he picked wrong.

"I fucking hate pineapple on pizza. Glad we're in agreement, love."

He sits up straighter, and though you know the tail belongs to 10, you swear Soshiro is the one wagging it now.

You always thought he was cute before, but the cuteness factor was emphasized in the suit. You'd never say it out loud though, 10 would take full credit for it and then he'd never let Soshiro get a moment's peace if he knew.

You're unsure if it's Soshiro or 10 that finally proposes bringing drinks into the mix, and though you don't think you need them to have a good time, you oblige. You just like watching as Soshiro mixes the drinks. He could have been a bartender in another life and you would have visited that bar every damn day just to see the way he put drinks together. Those hands of his could do everything, you were a testament to that.

As you sip your beautifully made drink and watch the two of them go another round at arguing, you wonder again how you got yourself into such a preposterous situation, but then you think to yourself- Hey, at least I'll never be bored.

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update: we got delayed because a train crashed in front of us. this train trip just became 23 hours

what should i do on the 18 hour train ride back to chicago (taking suggestions)