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yoichi isagi is a known menace on the field. it's jarring for some of his newer teammates and competitors to see what a genuinely nice guy he is when he's off the field, and a young new member on his team can't seem to believe the "rumors" of isagi's foul mouth and monstrous ego on the field.
especially not when isagi is grinning at a video on his phone.
"what's he keep watching?" the young player asks, and kunigami only answers once he's finished with pulling his jersey over his head.
"huh? oh, isagi? go ahead and ask him."
the rest of the locker room groans. they've been teammates with isagi for so long that not only were they all present for his wedding to you, but they were the first people outside of his immediate family to see the ultrasound of his first child. a lesser known fact than isagi being a menace: yoichi isagi is in love with his wife, and is that one annoying coworker who never shuts up about his family and how much he loves them.
so, not knowing what's going to happen, the player asks his captain on what he's looking at so hard on his phone. isagi proudly holds up his smartphone. displayed on his screen is a video of a very beautiful woman — you.
"hi, baby!" you're smiling, and you have a tube of lipstick in your hand. "sweetheart, come here! we're gonna film a video for daddy, okay?" seconds later, another face appears on the screen. an adorable little girl, no older than six, pops up. she blinks at the screen, confused as to why her dad isn't there, but she's easily distracted when she sees you mark your cheek using the tube of lipstick.
"mommy, you just put lippie on your face!"
"i know, sweetie, but watch this." you beckon your daughter closer to you, and then you surprise her by pressing your cheek against hers; it now makes perfect sense what you were drawing on your face. you were drawing half a heart, with a short line drawn in the middle. when you pull away from her but still make sure your faces are side by side, the image is clear: the two of your cheeks pressed together make a heart with the number 11 inside of it; isagi's number.
isagi's daughter's eyes light up as she recognizes what you were creating. "this is daddy's number!"
"yes!!" you cheer, and the two of you are grinning into the camera. "play well, yoichi! we'll be cheering for you the whole time!!"
"aren't they the cutest?" isagi is smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
it's hard for that player to recognize the isagi from the locker room to the isagi who is out on the field now, with a mean scowl on his face as he screams out a profanity against a member of the opposing team.
(isagi's all sunshine and rainbows and big, ear-splitting grins as he celebrates his victory, all thanks to his hat trick. he credits you — his amazing wife — and his daughter for supporting him and giving him the edge he needed to win the game.
if your cute show of support got isagi to throw out some of the most vulgar insults and most disrespectful plays on the field, everyone hates to see what he'd play like when he's actually upset.)
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look at my baby girl KC/Nana now she’s black and japanese and she has a yellow and pink theme now
The ranch metaphor <3
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jungkook → run bts ep 79
I was asked a while back how I HC'd how April met the boys and at what age - here ya go
They are so in love
David, do you agree and accept that you're the prettiest, cutest, sweetest, nicest actor that's ever lived?
here are all my project sekai artfight attacks so far, featuring my kasa kitty, pegasus!!! this is a call to action. if you have a prsk kitty (or any animal) that wants to hang out with my kasa kitty for artfight pleaaase let me know 🫶
Moodboard created for @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer, Week 10: “Long day at work?” + massages + bath / @buckybarnesbingo fill: photo of younger Bucky
Steve was given a gift certificate for a spa day by Sam and Natasha (they regularly told him off for being a workaholic). It sat in a drawer, forgotten, until he had a particularly long week and decided to finally cash it in.
There he met Bucky, one of the massage therapists. Steve became a regular at the spa and would always request him.
Those around Steve started to notice how much happier he was and that he was taking better care of himself, not overworking so much. His friends gift had worked just not in the way they anticipated. It wasn’t because of his spa visits or even the massages he received.
It was getting to see Bucky.
Bucky looked forward to their sessions too and he couldn’t help feeling a little smug and proud that he could always feel Steve’s stress melt away under his fingertips.
And maybe it had something to do with how his heart pitter-pattered whenever he saw him.
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