On Katherine Newtonâs career: youâre right, she is doing great. Iâve enjoyed almost everything Iâve seen her. Hell, a couple times I didnât even recognize her at first. Just goes to show that Claire was a poorly thought out and written character meant to pander to the hellers that wonât stop screaming.
I saw her in Freaky and it was fun.
Exactly, I'm seeing a lot of posts on my dash regarding Lisa Frankenstein and it took a few of them for me to realize that was her.
I absolutely agree, she wasn't the problem, CLAIRE was a horrible character and she could only do so much with what she was given.
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Wishshipping headcanon - Yugiâs and Jouâs first kiss was after Jou woke up from his coma from dueling with Marik. Yugi was just so happy he was okay he couldnât hold back anymore.
Yes yes yes!
And he all but lunged at Joey, wrapping his arms and legs around him before kissing him. You can clearly see the tears running down Yugiâs face before he buried his face into Joeyâs neck, apologizing over and over for dragging him into his and Yamiâs mess, and just how sorry he is.
Joey, meanwhile, is slowly rebooting. And you can tell when the lightbulb turns back on, because Joeyâs whole face is now red (after it slowly consumed him by starting at his nose before spreading to his cheeks and ears, and then down his neck, etc.) and his eyes a blown wide open.
Anyways, once Joey_TheMan_Wheeler.exe has finally started working once more, he gently sets Yugi back on his feet and grabs his face to prevent his best bud from looking anywhere but at him and says, âYug, shaddup,â before kissing him, which in turn makes King_of_Games.exe stop working (Yami is having a field day and is chuckling at Yugi, and has plans to tease the two).
Cue Serenity stepping forward and saying, âSo that means I get to call Yugi âbig brotherâ now, too?â which effectively makes the two split apart after what seems to be a minute long kiss.
Notes: This fic was commissioned by the lovely @chiazu with the prompt, âWishshipping, hurt/comfort, Yuugi has nightmares about Jounouchi dying during the duel with Malik after Battle City.â Thank you so much for the commission; I hope you enjoy the fic!
Something was wrong.
Yuugi didnât so much know this as he felt it, deep in his chest and shivering under his skin. He wrapped his arms around himself and took a gulp of hot, stifling air as his eyes strained to see through the darkness around him.
Something was missing.
His head pounded as he tried to force himself to see even two feet ahead. Nothing. There was nothing but pitch black above, around, or below. He scuffed his shoe and found that it slid with minimal resistance. The ground was smooth, at least. Metal, maybe, but with no light aside from a few dancing embers here or there he had no way to see---
Hacking coughs burned his throat and forced him to double over, first standing, then kneeling. He couldnât see the smoke, really, but he could smell it, could feel it as it seared his throat with every necessary, aching breath. Yuugi braced himself on hands and knees, his fingernails scraping against what felt like metal grating, scraping for something, anything---
(---a hand to hold, a sleeve to grasp--)
---to help him get his bearings.
But there was nothing, nothing---though there was, there was something . . . it was because there was nothing that he knew there was something missing. He wiped his mouth with a shaking arm as his coughing subsided, and once more lifted his head to see through the---
A rush of furious heat slammed into him, forcing his stinging eyes shut as he doubled over again. In contrast to the gloom around him, everything behind his closed eyes was gold---burning, blinding gold that scrunched his face in pain. It hurt to see, hurt to breathe, hurt to think the heat was so oppressive, but that---that wasnât---
An inhuman cry rent the air, and in that moment Yuugi knew he wouldnât have been able to breathe even if he wasnât trapped in a burning nothingness.
He wrenched his eyes open and looked around frantically, blinking past the tears that streamed down his cheeks. Nothing, nothing, nothing; the air was orange-gold now, the embers sparking like specks in the smoke, but he couldnât see---couldnât see anything---
A whimper, a dying croon in contrast to the agonized keening from before. The last breath of a slain dragon to tell Yuugi that it was no longer that something was missing, but that someone was lost. A choked gasp from his raw throat came out like a sob, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he put his forehead to his knees---
â. . . ake up! Yuugi!â
Yuugi woke with a sense of disorientation so strong and sudden that for a second he wasnât sure where he was.
But that was silly. He was in his room---he was always in his room, or at least he usually was when he first woke up. He wasnât on his knees, bent over in an endless expanse, struggling to breathe through ungodly heat. He was lying on his back in his bed, sweat sticking his pajamas to his chest and his bangs to his face, the room dark but still lit by the gleam of moonlight through his window blinds. And there was nothing wrong, nothing missing, no one lost, or dead, or dying. Everyone was home where they should be, perfectly fine.
Everyone . . . Yuugi swallowed hard, and grasped his bed covers in a tight fist.
But he wasnât alone. In the endless expanse of his dreamscape he might have been, but here he always had another with him. The Spirit of the Puzzle, Yuugiâs âOther Selfâ, took spirit form beside his bed, and leaned over in concern.
His other selfâs frown didnât waver. âYou seemed disturbed. Was it a bad dream?â
âIt . . . yeah. Something like that.â
Yuugi was never sure how to describe his dreams. âNightmareâ was the technical term, he guessed, but he never dreamed of things like serial killers chasing him, or showing up to class stark naked. Instead, his dreams took the form of shapes and colors, sensations and sounds rather than anything concrete. He could remember the feeling of the heat scorching his every breath, could feel the weight of despair and panic in his bones, could still hear the agonized keening of the dying Red-Eyes Black Dragon ringing in his---
Yuugi reflexively scrunched his shoulders up to block his ears, even though there was no sound in his room. He didnât want to hear that sound ever again. Not even in his own memory.
âYou donât look well,â his Other Self said, and Yuugi forced his shoulders to relax as he sighed through his teeth. The concern was nice, but as much as he didnât ever want to hear a Red-Eyes Black Dragon die again, he also didnât want to--- âIf you tell me whatâs wrong, I could help.â ---talk about it.
âThatâs okay,â Yuugi said, and he forced another smile as his Other Selfâs frown grew. âIt was just a bad dream. Iâll be fine by morning.â
âMmm. If you say so. But if you have another, weâll need to talk about it.â
Yuugi rolled his eyes. âOkay. If you say so.â
âI do,â his Other Self said. âAnd if you say no that time, weâll play a game for it.â
For a second, Yuugi thought he heard wrong. But when his Other Self continued to stare at him as seriously as ever, Yuugi shoved himself up into a half-seated position and demanded, âAre you serious?â
Finally, his Other Selfâs frown gave way to a little smirk. âIf thatâs what it takes. Is it?â
Yuugi huffed, and flopped back down on his bed, turning his back to his Other Self. âI canât believe you. Me? Of all people?â
âWhatâs wrong with it? It wouldnât be a Shadow Game,â his Other Self said, and Yuugi was glad his back was turned so that nothing of how his stomach turned at the phrase would show on his face. âAnd the Penalty would only be that you would have to tell me what was bothering you.â
âJust a Penalty for me, huh? Because you know Iâd lose?â Yuugi muttered.
His Other Self hummed a moment before he said quietly, âNo . . . I donât think I do.â
Yuugi furrowed his brow. Heâd meant what heâd said as something of a joke. His Other Self was ridiculously skilled at gaming, but it wasnât as if Yuugi himself was a slouch, and enough loud pep talks from Jounouchi had encouraged him to be less self-deprecating. But the seriousness with which his Other Self had responded was . . .
It was strange, but not as much as the way his heart dropped when he thought of Jounouchi and his aggressively uplifting encouragement, the faint echo of the Red-Eyesâ death cry resounding again in his memory. He clutched his blanket tighter for support before he asked, âHey . . . Jounouchi-kunâs okay, isnât he?â
âHe seemed fine when we saw him today,â Yuugiâs Other Self said, and Yuugi released a sigh of relief. âWhy? Did something happen?â
âN . . . not recently,â Yuugi said, but even after he said it it felt like just as much of a lie as his initial denial was. It had been only a week since Battle City had ended and they had all returned home---only a week since Malik had tried (both directly and indirectly) to kill Jounouchi three times, and succeeded on the last, if only temporarily. But Yuugi felt as if Battle City had aged him by years, no matter how ridiculous that sounded. Maybe he was experiencing the inverse of what his Other Self felt.
âAll right,â his Other Self said dubiously. âBut if you have any concerns, you should ask him at school tomorrow.â
âI will,â Yuugi said, even though he knew he wouldnât.
As he always did when he was anxious about something, Yuugi got to school early the next day. He sat in his desk, his shoulders feeling like they were holding a coiled spring between them, tapping his foot against the floor. His Other Self didnât say anything about it, but Yuugi could feel him watching with rapt attention. It was simultaneously the best and worst; he appreciated the concern, he really did, but being watched so closely did nothing to ease his anxiety.
âMorninâ, Yuugi!â
But that did.
The instant Yuugi looked up and saw Jounouchiâs sun-bright smile, the spring that had been lodged between his shoulders broke and fell away. For the first time since he had woken from that awful dream the previous night, Yuugi felt himself able to smile genuinely, every muscle in his body relaxing.
He might have heard a Red-Eyes Black Dragon die, but that didnât mean it actually happened.
âWhatâs up?â As he always did, Jounouchi tossed his own bag onto his desk before making his way to Yuugiâs, not missing a beat. He leaned back against the desk, half-sitting on it, his arms loosely crossed as he leaned over to look down at Yuugi. âEverything okay?â
âYeah,â Yuugi said, and his answer was automatic, but it was also true. Now he knew for sure: Everything was okay.
Jounouchi watched him for a second, lips pressed tightly together, before he leaned down closer, eyes narrowed in a shrewd look. On instinct Yuugi pulled back, but that only caused Jounouchi to lean even closer, so close their foreheads were nearly touching.
Up close like this, Jounouchiâs eyes looked like they had flecks of gold in them.
âHmm . . . okay,â Jounouchi said finally, apparently having discerned something from staring at Yuugi up close. âBut if anything comes up, you tell me, all ri---aagh, what the hell---?!â
Jounouchi leaped back, swinging behind him, frantically trying to brush something off his neck. The something became clear a moment later as Bakura skipped out of the way of Jounouchiâs flailing hands, and stepped in front of Yuugiâs desk, smiling brightly.
âGood morning,â he said, holding up the shoelace heâd used to tickle the back of Jounouchiâs neck.
âMorning, Bakura-kun,â Yuugi said, returning his smile.
Jounouchi, on the other hand, was not so amused. He yanked his jacket down to fix where it had been rumpled, and then demanded flatly, âBakura, what the hell?â
âSorry. You were so distracted I couldnât resist,â Bakura said, his smile never wavering as he slipped the shoelace into his pocket. âI had to take the opportunity where I saw it.â
âOh yeah?â Jounouchi said, and there was a light in his eyes now, a challenging arch in his eyebrows, that gave Yuugi enough warning to scoot his chair back. âThen maybe I canât resist doing this!â
On the last word he launched himself forward, and threw his arm around Bakuraâs neck. Holding him in a headlock, he began furiously mussing Bakuraâs hair with his fist.
âJounouchi-kun!â Bakura gasped, half-laughing as Jounouchi smooshed his hair down into his eyes. âStop, I give up, Iâm sorry!â
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â Jounouchi said, and he released Bakura from what Yuugi could tell had been a painless noogie with one final muss of his hair. By now, Bakura looked as though heâd walked to school through a tornado, and no amount of attempting to flatten his hair back into shape would help him. Yuugi bit down on another smile.
Everything was fine. There was nothing he could do to stop his dreams; heâd learned a long time ago that they would repeat as many times as his subconscious felt it necessary, and that the most he could do was try to decipher what they meant, and then live with that meaning. But as exhausting as it was to be woken by nightmares, even the same one, night after night, all that mattered was that everything in the waking world was as it should be.
Honda and Anzu crossed the room to join them, Anzu handing Bakura a comb so he could try to fix his hair, Honda throwing a playful punch Jounouchiâs way that Jounouchi batted to the side. As he fended off Hondaâs roughhousing, Jounouchi glanced Yuugiâs way and tossed him another grin.
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Wishshipping headcanon: Jou said 'I love you' to Yugi after battle city once they had their final duel together. He wanted to wait until he felt like was good/worthy enough for Yugi. So it doesn't matter who won that duel because in the end they got what they wanted.
Ok I agree with part of this 100%, it would be after battle city. Iâm not sure that he would feel âgood enoughâ for Yugi though because he has such low self esteem. I feel like Jounouchi is the type of person who would bottle it up for a while and then either confess or accidentally blurt it out during a happy moment (which could definitely be a duel tbh because theyâre nerds).Â