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[tacchomaru]

🍙 kikunosuke x izumi / "ossan's love returns" (2024)

[tossawary]

"Fullmetal Alchemist"'s use of fantasy elements is interesting to me because of the way it... reduces... certain horrors to these unflinchingly direct basics. (Warning for spoilers and unorganized overview discussion of canon-typical violence.)

Like, the violence and pain is depicted in hideous, nightmarish detail, and/but the pursuit of power at the expense of other people's lives is simplified at the climax into an equation so straightforward that it hurts. All previous prizes of land and resources, which are forms of power, have been stolen by the Amestris military by way of terrible, hateful bloodshed. Father's Promised Day array then throws all that aside, throws it onto the fire, and takes a step further to directly exchange human lives for godlike power.

Another example is that Roy Mustang is not permitted the false distance of a bomb, but has the effect of one using his own two hands. The result is the same, but State Alchemists are not permitted separation from their tools: they ARE the weapons of war. A gun is nothing without someone to hold it. It really underlined to me that if Roy HAD used bombs instead of alchemy, it still would have been his hands that killed an unimaginable number of people.

I don't think FMA is above criticism, but this specific aspect felt to me an incredibly effective narrative tool, especially because things like "our military was created from the beginning to do evil" are accompanied by / backed up by normal humans knowingly going along with Father's plans out of greed and fear, as well as normal humans supporting the country's crimes out of idealism and fear and hatred and selfishness and confusion. It's not just "oh, it was inhuman monsters secretly manipulating everything from the shadows all along"; it's "oh, it was inhuman monsters secretly manipulating everything, representative of humanity's most deadly sins, appealing to our most selfish desires and basic fears, and we all WENT ALONG with it".

From the very first chapters, all of the friendly adult characters were directly saying things like, "Edward, you shouldn't be a part of the military. It's corrupt. I have killed innocent people for nothing and it haunts me." In the final battle, inside the command building, the Armstrong siblings and their allies are straight-up fighting against mindless, starving, created soldiers that kill everything they come up against and stop for nothing. The fascist Amestris military, after years of violent, fabricated conquest and violent, inhumane research, is EATING ITSELF FROM THE INSIDE.

And, of course, the characters cannot use their magic system to escape reality: the Elric siblings cannot undo their mother's death. Life is so incredibly precious because some things cannot be undone. And grief and arrogance allowed to run rampant takes heavy tolls on Edward, Alphonse, and Izumi's bodies.

The only way to miss the messaging in FMA, to have the point go over your head, is to intentionally duck it, because the author is throwing it at your face like a brick. Repeatedly. There are so many bricks. It's not subtle. And I enjoyed it.

[rui-drawsbox]

remembering the most memorable mc's (with canon appearences) from the otomes i played

all of them are phone games btw. and looong rambling about the games after the cut!

Mystic messenger has been in my radar since i was in elementary school but i played it for the first time after the spanish traslation came out (2017 i think?) Seven shaped my type in such a specific way that im not really sure why loved him so much (it was the whole "he loves you in every route" stuff). I like a lot the default mc, most of the fandom did and that was enough to won me over

Rosa is top tier protagonist tbh, Tears of Themis has really good story and characters (as far i played, not a lot but i enjoyed it) The reason i'm not that much of a fan is bc the game is expensive asf and not very free to play friendly. You're either lucky or have a big wallet with the gacha

i miss my wife man(Marius)

Ephemeral has to be one of the best free to play otomes i've played tbh (if my memories aren't tricking me, it's been years) Good artwork, good storyline, good characters and as far i remember you can unlock one chapter of the character route per day (mabye two days, idk) and the mc's background has an important role in every route (she's a zombie! she's pretty now but eventually will fall apart, aaaaand her story gets expanded in one of the routes!) ((shes also adorable)) There's also a sequel, if you wanted more of the boys! never finished it but i'd recommend it

Honorable mentions! Huellitas Mágicas is a great game! has a really good cast with well fleshed arcs for all the characters, even the scondary ones! The game shines more for the development of *all* the characters rather than just the protagonist/ml. The main theme is overcoming insecurities! Each love interest has a different way of helping our (very insecure) protagonist and helping different characters with their own struggles :DD

10/10 i recommend this game if you want something cute and can be finished in a few hours, if i remember right. It also has a sequel! with like- 12 new love interests, also never finished it bc i didnt found a guide that worked for me but ñek

A3! is my canon event as a gacha player. Discovered the english/global server, tried it and got bored, left it for a few months, tried it again and fell in love, noticed the game was going to shut down bc low sales -HAHA :(-. This is not a otome btw, this is here bc Izumi has to be one of my favorite protagonists in gacha games ever

last but not least! Obey me! Shall we date? oh dear, what have they done to you :(. The original had intense powercreep to force you to pull cards -multiple times bc that makes them stronger- and even now, the company showed a lot of favoritism to some characters, leaving others to dust bc they don't make the same money. Not to say, they released a new game with the same cast and new main story (ignoring all what happend before). And let me say: THEY LITERALLY WANTED TO KILL THE ORIGINAL GAME.

Nightbringer might be a decent game but i don't trust the devs anymore, i still remember what happend with Asmo's birthday right after the release, and honestly i don't want to sit there watching how they disrespect my favorite characters again and again and again. Loved the characters hated the devs. 5/10 you can play it if you want but i don't recommend spending money on it, it's not worth it, just search #obey me here in tumblr and enjoy the amazing fanworks that i can assure you have a lot more love than the game itself

i miss my wife man (mammon and levi)

[littlebigmouse]

List of Small Things™ I enjoy about Fullmetal Alchemist in no particular order

Everyone in FMAB/manga is just Some Guy™ and very human and I love that so here goes:

Falman getting stuck with a serial-killing suit of armor in his appartment for days and his reaction to it. It may have been weeks. He's been on sick leave the entire time. He's a guy in his early thirties with a flock of early-greying hair because being in a dead-end-role in the military is stressfull, ok. He gets stuck at home with a funny little serial killer (and eventually some foreign body guards, and a foreign prince?? lighting signal fires in his backyard?? like man what a week)

The whole military ambush against the Devil's Nest was yes, kind of kickstarted by the gang kidnapping Al for Greed, but it was mostly kickstarted because Ed was down south to do his yearly official report and Bradley and Armstrong just happened to be present when he was informed Al had gone missing. Greed's entire operation was done in by a teen doing his paperwork

on that note, Greed really decided to spend his immortality wisely by pursuing absolutely none of his supposed ambitions and just decided to settle down with a bunch of buddies. An offshot of the buddies he was initially made to guard, too. I don't think Greed is aware of this either

everyone on that radio building. The radio host 100% down to get some coup-shenanigans into his station to drive engagement. The guys sympathising with Mrs Bradley and taking care of her. Breda taking control of the narrative with a perpetual frown by the skin of his teeth.

I know the story of how the Bradleys met is technically not canon(?) but Mrs Bradley slapping her future husband upon their first meeting because he got his flirting tips from his siblings will never not be funny. Idiots. All of them.

EVERYTHING about Darius and Heinkel. They lost their jobs and became wanted criminals upon helping out some scrawny 15 year old. They have families they miss dearly. They haven't looked back since. "You guys don't HAVE to help me save the world" - "It's not like we have anything better to do"

i was going to say the Ice Cream Truck, because it's iconic, but actually, when told to disguise a vehicle, 15-year-old pinacle of edgelord fashion Edward Elric turned it into a colourful nightmare of spikes that barely resembled a car but might be closely related to the worlds deadliest parade float. None of this was necessary. Ed is just like that.

Hawkeye growing her hair out after meeting Winry, and Winry getting piercings after seeing Hawkeye's

Denny Brosh bursting into tears when he sees Maria Ross is still alive. Dude managed to not quit his job despite working in the same city (department?) where his best friend's killer was his supervisor. They were also very real for showing us that this is a guy who oversleeps and is older brother to at least three younger siblings. There was no need to give us more on Denny Brosh but every little detail hit so hard when they reunited.

okay so remember that time Ed and Ling ate Ed's shoe. Remember that Ed spend some time on a "deserted island" as a kid. Gluttony's stomach had nothing on him. Izumi raised some anime-ass boy-scouts. 100% Farm boy behaviour. These kids are so 15 it makes me want to bite things

immortal, soul-spliced dwarf in a flask got rid of his Sloth and still managed to procrastinate on his world domination plan until the last minute. Most Human disaster.

the entire half-episode they spend on Dr. Knox and his regrets and family. FMA is so good about humanising everyone.

everyone bullied Yoki because he was a small town fraud exploiting workers for his own benefit. Simply a jerk. He also hit Pride with a car in an epic rescue, and cried and screamed the whole way through

that one shot of a kid curiously poking a soldier they found bound on the ground with a stick

(I know it's technically not canon, but-) "I'm trying to save your life, asshole!"

Edward Elric

[scariusaquarius]

sugar and spice.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 8: Christmas Cookies, Shoto Todoroki

Shoto Todoroki x Reader Summary: Shoto wasn't exactly the best at baking or cooking, but that never stopped him from trying to help where he could. There's something about the taste of icing when it comes from your lips.

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A/n: I wasn't really feeling it today, so that's why this one came out so late. I'm sorry!

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Genre: Romance Rated: Everyone Warning: Fluff, Shoto is a bit oblivious

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Shoto Todoroki didn't know if he was a good husband. In the life of a Pro Hero, there wasn't a lot of time that he could spend leisurely at home with his wife.

Being a hero meant being able to save someone in a split second, dropping everything make sure someone got to go home to their family at the end of the day.

However, you made sure to remind Shoto that he was, in fact, a good husband every time that he came home from work. Coming home was the one thing that Shoto often looked forward to at the end of the day, and when you would greet him while in the kitchen, wearing that pretty smile that made all of his worries melt away, Shoto never felt better.

When Shoto entered the apartment that he shared with you, the sweet scent of cookies made his nostrils flare, and he was curious to see what you were up to.

The whole apartment was decorated for Christmas, little Santa's and Christmas ornaments and lights strewn all over the place; like it's own little North Pole.

Shoto's hand came up to the homemade ice heart that hung beneath your wedding picture, ice crawling from his fingertips and to the melting hard to replenish the ice before he made his way to the kitchen.

You were standing at the counter, dancing slightly to the Christmas music that was playing from the stereo, and Shoto was surprised to see a bunch of bowls and pans all over the counters.

Flour and icing covered your apron, a bit of icing swiped against your cheek and powdered sugar dusting your chin a bit, and Shoto asked you as he set his bag down on the couch.

"Would you like any help?"

You perked up the second his voice broke through the music, eyes lighting up and a smile crossing your face. Shoto could feel the tense muscles in his body relaxing from the sight, and you nodded to him.

"Yes, can you stir the cookie batter for me? I've been trying to make this damn icing and I'm missing something and can't figure it out for the life of me!"

Shoto walked over, rolling his sleeves up before grabbing a green spatula decorated with snowflakes and began to get to work. He asked you, glancing at the red icing you were taste testing before swiping it into a piping bag for the gingerbread cookies that were to the right of you and moving to the next bowl of icing, this bowl colored green.

"What's the occasion?"

"Oh, Bakugo asked for some help because his daughter has a christmas party at school tomorrow and she wanted Auntie (Y/n)'s cookies to show off."

Shoto couldn't help but to chuckle gently, teasing you softly as he began to scoop out the cookie dough onto some greased sheets that were lying nearby.

"I don't know how I feel about Izumi Bakugo using my wife for free labor."

"Oh, don't you start, Todoroki."

You and Shoto laughed softly and he glanced over at you when you held your finger full of icing out for him. Shoto leaned down, licking the icing from your finger and humming gently.

"I think it needs a bit more sugar."

"That's what I thought, I just needed a second opinion."

Shoto smiled and you finally finished the icing, putting it into the piping bag and handing him the red icing bag.

"Alright, come on, we're gonna decorate these ones and then we're gonna fill some mini bags so the kids can decorate their cookies how they want to."

Shoto nodded and after a couple hours, you two were finally done. Shoto leaned his back against the counter, head falling back as he breathed and relaxed, and he paused at the feeling of you tapping him. Shoto looked over at you, and you were holding out a cookie for him, a sweet smile on your face.

Shoto couldn't refuse, taking the sweet treat and biting into it; the flavor of ginger and icing bursting on his tongue and making him sigh.

"You're such an amazing baker. I look forward to the holidays every day because of you."

You giggled, nudging him teasingly.

"Aw, you're so sweet. I just like to bake. Takes my mind off of things and helps me relax. Besides, it makes me feel happy knowing our friends' kids enjoy them so much too."

Shoto licked his lips and fingers clean before he faced you, his hand dancing down your wrist to your fingers as his eyes softened.

"Who knows, maybe one day we'll have our own kids to bake with and celebrate the holidays with."

"I can't wait for that day, Shoto."

Shoto leaned down, kissing you gently, and he melted into you as the taste of icing met his desperate tongue again. Yes, Shoto loved the holidays because of you and your baking, but Shoto loved the holidays more when he got to taste the sweet flavor of icing from your perfect lips.

END DAY 8

[arxxq]

→ PROLOGUE?! : A FINE LINE...

Mornings were always a blur for Y/N, her alarm blared through the quiet dorm room. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at the time—7:45 a.m.

“Crap. I’m late again.”

She stumbled out of bed, hair a mess and eyes half-open as she scrambled to get dressed. A yawn escaped her as she reached for her glasses, but she paused, stared at them for a second, and tossed them back onto her nightstand. She could manage without them. Maybe.

“Y/N, if you miss homeroom one more time, the teacher’s definitely going to notice,” Izumi called out, her voice muffled from behind a book.

“Not like she can really punish her,” Haruka chimed in, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “She’s practically untouchable with her grades. They need her to make the school look good"

"Yeah, well, straight A’s won’t stop me from getting detention if I miss homeroom again.” Y/n scrambled across the room as she fixed her hair and shoved toast into her mouth.

"Still refusing to wear those?” Izumi asked from the other side of the room, raising an eyebrow.

“They make me look like a damn nerd,” Y/N muttered after finishing the toast in her mouth.

Haruka rolled her eyes. “You’re already a nerd, glasses or not. What’s the point?”

“I’m an eccentric nerd,” Y/N corrected with a grin, grabbing her school bag. “There’s a difference.”

Izumi shook her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Eccentric? Sure. Let’s just hope your eccentricity can get you through the day without any more debates.”

“No promises,” Y/N laughed. “You know Y/n you're really burning the candle at both ends,” Izumi said, peeking over her book. “You’ve got way too much on your plate.”

“I know, I know. I’m just trying to survive the daily chaos.” Y/N pulled on her blazer and threw her bag over her shoulder. “It’s another day of random debates with Reo and listening to Nagi half-asleep in class.”

“You’re going to wear yourself out even more,” Haruka warned, “and we all know what happens when you get burnt out.”

Y/N flashed a tired smile. “Already been there.” With that, she rushed out of the room, sprinting through the hallways of the school. The familiar buzz of students surrounded her, and she ducked and weaved through the crowd, avoiding collisions.

The school halls were alive with the usual morning chaos. Y/N weaved through the crowd, narrowly avoiding a collision with some first-year students. She managed to spot Nanase and Hiori ahead, both looking unusually calm amid the bustle.

“You’re cutting it close again,” Nanase said, a teasing glint in his eye.

Y/N shot him a wink. “What can I say? I like to live dangerously.”

Hiori adjusted his backpack and gave her a look. “Debating with Reo again today?”

“Obviously,” Y/N replied. “I’m this close to convincing him that cereal is definitely not a soup and that pineapple should not be on pizzas.”

Nanase burst into laughter. “You’re relentless.”

“Someone has to keep him humble,” Y/N joked as they made their way into the classroom. “You know Reo won’t stop until everyone agrees with him.” Hiori chimes in.

“And that’ll never happen as long as I’m around.” Y/N’s eyes sparkled with playful defiance. “I’m the voice of reason in this madhouse.”

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It was currently lunch, she was with her group of friends at the moment. “Debating pizza toppings again, Reo? You must be running out of things to defend,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall of the crowded cafeteria. The group around her was buzzing, the usual lunchtime banter in full swing.

Reo Mikage raised an eyebrow, pointing his fork dramatically at her. “Pineapple belongs on pizza. End of story.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Y/N shot back. “It’s a culinary crime. Sweet doesn’t belong with savory, and I’ll die on that hill.”

Isagi Yoichi, her childhood friend, smirked from across the table. “You’re always so opinionated about the weirdest things. Didn’t you argue yesterday that cereal isn’t soup because it’s served cold?”

Y/N gasped playfully. “Because it isn’t, Yoichi! You can’t just throw anything into a bowl and call it soup!”

Nagi, half-asleep beside Reo, lazily pushed his food around his plate. “You guys argue too much. It’s exhausting.”

“It’s not arguing,” Y/N corrected, her tone light and teasing. “It’s debating. There’s an art to it.”

Bachira leaned forward, eyes glinting mischievously. “OOH I KNOW I KNOW ! Let’s settle this with a penalty shootout. Winner gets to decide the ultimate fate of pizza toppings!”

Chigiri, calmly tying back his hair, shook his head. “Please don’t drag me into this nonsense. Pizza’s best with minimal toppings, and that’s the truth.”

Y/N grinned, but behind the smile, the usual exhaustion was creeping in. Everyone knew her as the lively one—the girl who had an opinion on everything, who excelled without even trying. But nobody saw the weight of it all, the burnout lurking just beneath the surface.

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After a whirlwind day of classes and endless discussions with her friends, Y/N was finally able to retreat to her dorm room. The burnout was catching up with her again—something that had been happening more and more frequently. Everyone expected her to be brilliant, to keep acing her exams, to be the person with all the answers. But no one really saw how exhausting it all was. Haruka, one of her roommates, glanced up from her bed where she was scrolling through her phone, and Izumi, the other roommate, sat at her desk typing away. She dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Long day?” Haruka asked, not looking up from her sketch.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Y/N muttered.

“Its the same old, same old," Y/N sighed, flopping onto her bed. “Reo’s still on about pineapple pizza, Nagi’s asleep half the time, and Isagi’s convinced cereal is soup. It’s like I live in a madhouse.” *she groans, bringing the pillow to her face. "And I swear, if one more person asks me for help with their homework, I’m going to scream.”

“Maybe you should start saying no,” Haruka suggested.

“I don’t know how to do that,” Y/N admitted, sighing deeply.

“You don’t have to be perfect all the time, you know. It’s okay to take a break.” Haruka asks.

Y/N smiled faintly, appreciating the concern, but deep down, she knew taking a break wasn’t so simple. “Yeah, I know. It’s just hard when people look at you like you’re supposed to pull off miracles every day.”

Izumi sighed, setting her laptop aside. “Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you. But maybe next time, instead of arguing about pizza, take a nap. It might be more productive.”

Y/N chuckled softly, a bit of the pressure easing off her shoulders. “You might be right. I'll take you up on that”

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Later that night, Most of her roomates were out at the moment. Y/N sat at her desk in the dorm, staring at her laptop deeply. The national pen pal project had kicked off weeks ago, and she still hadn’t sent her first message. It was supposed to help students improve their creative writing, but for her, it felt like an extra task on an already heavy load.

Still, the thought of communicating with someone anonymous was intriguing. It could be a way to finally say things she couldn’t tell anyone else, a way to break free from the constant expectations weighing her down.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N clicked on the email icon, the blank page staring back at her. She began typing.

Dear Pen Pal,

I’ve got to admit, writing to a stranger feels... kind of refreshing. No expectations, no filters, right? I can say whatever I want without worrying about who’s judging me on the other side of the screen.

Anyway, life’s been pretty hectic lately. Everyone thinks I've got everything together because I'm good at a lot of things which not to brag or anything...okay, maybe a little—but I’ve got a ton of interests. Art, music, sports, you name it. Except for one tiny little problem... I’m completely burnt out. Ever feel like you’re good at stuff but don’t really care anymore?, but honestly, it’s exhausting trying to meet all these expectations. It’s like I’m carrying around this giant checklist of things I’m supposed to be good at, and it’s never-ending. It's like you’re just going through the motions? Do you ever feel like that?

Anyway, sorry for the existential rant. I’m not going to say too much about who I am—keeping this anonymous sounds like fun. But let’s just say I’m trying to find a way to balance everything without completely burning out. How’s life on your end?

She reread the message and felt a wave of relief wash over her. She wasn’t sure what she expected from this anonymous exchange, but at least it was a chance to let out some of the thoughts that weighed her down. With a small smile, she hit ‘send.’

On the other side of town, Rin Itoshi sat in his quiet dorm, the faint glow of his laptop illuminating the room. The national pen pal initiative wasn’t something he cared about. Soccer and Blue Lock were his priorities, and everything else was just a nuisance to him. Rin stared at the notification on his screen. He didn’t have time for this. With Blue Lock constantly on his mind and the goal of surpassing his brother looming, some random pen pal project was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

Still, the email from his assigned pen pal caught his eye at some point so reluctantly he sighed and clicked on it, expecting a bland introduction. But as he read through it, he found himself oddly engaged.

Burnout? Yeah, that was something he could relate to.

He leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought about what to write. He wasn’t great with words, but maybe this was a chance to say things he couldn’t normally say.

Dear Pen Pal,

Expectations, huh? Yeah, I know that feeling. Everyone’s got their eyes on you, waiting for you to mess up, even when you’re at your best. It’s annoying. But I guess the only thing you can do is keep moving forward.

I don’t really do small talk, so don’t expect long replies from me. I’ll just say this—don’t let them get to you. They don’t know what it’s like to be under constant pressure.

I won’t say who I am either, but let’s just keep it that way. It’s easier not knowing who’s on the other side, right?

He hit ‘send’ and shut his laptop. The quiet returned to the room, but for the first time in a while, Rin felt a strange sense of calm. Whoever this person was, they were just as fed up with the weight of expectations as he was.

Maybe this pen pal thing wouldn’t be as useless as he’d thought.

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Tying their hair up!

ʚїɞ Separately! Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Platonic! Kyouka Izumi x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ I got this idea after seeing this post! It's not really related but I got the idea, so here it is. I will most likely make a part 2

ʚїɞ word count: 1206 (Dazai - 428, Chuuya - 446, Kyouka - 336)

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, pet names: 'bella, doll, reader's gender is not specified in any way (if it is please tell me so I can edit it)

ʚїɞ I WANNA THANK THE 22 PPL WHO FOLLOWED MY ACCOUNT <33 I did not expect ppl to like my works??? Like at all??? I actually posted my first works here thinking they're gonna end up with maybe 10-15 notes with luck, and there they are with much fucking more, so thank you if you interacted with any of my works<33

Dazai Osamu

If you entered the armed detective agency office at the moment, you would see people working, someone missing out on a job but the possibly first thing would be able to notice is that the workers are stealing confused glances at Dazai because… since when does he tie his hair up?

“Hey Dazai, what’s with your hair?” Kunikida asked, wanting to know why the oh so lazy bandage wasting machine changed his hair. In the 2 years he’s been working with him, he never saw the brunette tie his hair up.

“Oh? A fabulous question, Kunikida!” The grin on Dazai’s face could really compare to Kenji’s sun smile. 

“I feel like I’m about to regret this question” A mutter from where Kunikida is standing was heard, but the older detective ignored it.

“You see Kunikida, my beloved Belladonna has done it! And I couldn't bring myself to ruin said happiness they got from seeing me with my hair like this, so I just came in like this!” The bandaged man had stars in his eyes upon recollecting what happened before he came to work.

Dazai looked like he was about to talk more about what happened earlier this morning… Yea Kunikida is regretting his questions, why did he have to ask?

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Dazai was sitting on the floor in front of the couch between your legs while you were sitting on the couch behind him, tying his hair up into a ponytail around the back of his head since you decided it would be better for him instead of a higher one. Surprisingly, when tied up, the ponytail was quite long - longer than you first thought it would be.

“You were meant to tie my hair up, not play with it ‘bella” A subtle comment, but enough to get you to stop just running your fingers through his hair, you would've been done by now if you didn’t do that, but hey, you're gonna take any chance to play with his fluffy hair.

“you can’t blame me, your hair is too soft to not play with it when I have a chance” You chuckled, finishing up the ponytail and tapping his shoulder to indicate that you're done and he can stand up or turn around, whichever he prefers.

And as it is with Dazai, he preferred to turn around and hug your waist, burying his face in your abdomen.

…Goddammit you want to play with his hair like you always do when he’s like this, but you can't or you will have to repair the ponytail. Sigh.

Nakahara Chuuya

“Chuuya-san?” The ginger turned towards the voice, who turned out to be a woman with red-ish hair colored hair, Kōyō Ozaki.

“Yes, Ane-san?” The shorter of the two turned fully towards the taller woman.

“...May I ask what happened to your hair?... And where did your hat go?”  Kōyō asked, actually confused. After all, it’s not every day that you see the hot-headed executive with his hair up, much less without his hat. She’s sure she barely ever saw him take it off besides when in closed private spaces, and his hair being tied up into a high ponytail? She never saw it, but even tho she doesn't voice it out, she thinks the look really does fits the man.

“Ah, I decided to leave the hat at home for once, it would destroy the hair.”

“Why do you not want the ponytail gone?” Kōyō understands that technically it’s easier to do things when your hair is tied up, but she knows that longer hair never caused any problems to the short mafioso.

“[Name] is the one who made it, and they seemed really happy to see it on me”

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“Please Chuu?” You asked for maybe the hundredth time today, -surprised your boyfriend still has patience for you- about to give up on asking your partner if he would let you tie his hair up. You just wanted to see what he would look like! You can bet your life he would look better than those guys on magazines many droll over. They could never compare to your boyfriend anyway.

A sigh could be heard in the room, a head full of orange hair moving to look at you. Chuuya was getting ready to go to the Port Mafia Headquarters and was about to say no, but when he looked over… yea it was over for him before it started.

“Just don’t rip my hair out, doll”

“Hey! You know I’m gonna be careful!”

Next thing you two knew, he was sitting in front of the mirror while you were standing behind him, making the ponytail high on the back of his. ‘Why is his hair so soft wtf’ had appeared in your head but didn't voice it out.

You hooked your arms around his shoulders and neck, putting your chin on his head. “You look so pretty like this” When Chuuya looked at you in the mirror -as if he wasn't the whole time- the soft smile you had on simply killed him. He couldn't bring himself to destroy the little thing that made you happy so he ended up shocking your ass later on by not bringing his hat to work for once.

Platonic! Izumi Kyouka

just to see how she looks

“You look so cute!”

“Really?” 

You and Kyouka were the only ones apart from the clerks and Yosano in the clinic doing who knows what in the agency building as the others had missions, so you decided to do random things as you have already ended all the paperwork assigned to you for the day.

“Your hair is perfect for any kind of hairstyle but I think you look adorable with a ponytail, it suits you” You smiled at her. It really did fit her the same as her usual hairstyle, you just wish you had some hair accessories at the moment. Her hair would look even better!

“I’m glad you think so [Name]” A soft voice came from the younger girl.

You two continued to make small talk while you fixed her hair, before turning towards the office door when it opened.

“What you two doing over here?” Yosano looked at the two of them with a small smile appearing when she noticed Kyouka’s hair change.

“Messing with Kyouka’s hair. There’s not much to do at the office at the moment but we shouldn't leave the office yet, it’s still quite early” You said quietly, starting to look through your desk to see if you have any accessories for hair. Colorful to be specific.

“Hmm, Can I add myself to the fun?”

“You want to do something with my hair?”

“I have hair clips and more in my infirmary desk”

You looked up at her with stars in yours with such speed that Yosano couldn't help but ask herself if your neck is okay.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go to your office, Kouka’s hair needs something more!”

The rest of the agency slowly started to come back one by one, to not only Kyouka’s hair being colorful from hairclips and more, but also to yours and Yosano’s hair being the same. There was some confusion about what they missed, Atsushi and Kenji just so happened to join in, to say the least.

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated <3

[myunghology]

— ✦ chose you for a reason!

featuring izumi sena x fem! reader (IMSORRY)

warnings reader feeling insecure :(. izumi literally sees reader shirtless but they're in a dressing room together anyway so like LMAO. tw ooc izumi i think.. deep kisses help

genre + context fluff, comfort. izumi reassures reader while they're out shopping and trying on clothes together <3

a/n harriet dis is 4 u. ily even tho ur such a big slut for izumi sena. @yoshinyaki1330

Today was Izumi's day off from his idol work, and because you've been so clingy and annoying begging for his attention, his words, not mine— he decided to take you out for a shopping spree.

Totally not because he feels bad for always been so busy to the point that he never spends time with you. Plus he misses going out with you.. Though he'll never really admit that in front of your face.

Partially also because you needed new clothes. You didn't think so, but your boyfriend definitely did. You already have so much clothes.. But naturally, he just loves spoiling you.

And so, you were here in the dressing room, currently— Izumi was finding clothes that he knows will suit you. You quietly stare at yourself at the mirror, not feeling satisfied, for some reason.

"Are you still there? Let me in." Your boyfriend's voice interrupts, before you unlock the door to let him come inside, whilst he locks the door again once he gets in.

Izumi furrows his eyebrows, "Why aren't you trying anything on yet?" He asks sternly, leaning against the door, but then his eyes immediately soften once he sees how blankly your staring at yourself.

He quietly approaches you from behind, one of his hands resting on your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, as he asks. "You alright? You know you can tell me anything, gorgeous."

You pout playfully, turning your head to look at him. "I don't feel confident enough to wear these clothes." You say in a whisper, noticing that he's given you clothes that were supposed to wrap around your body like it was nothing.

Your boyfriend frowns, "Nothing you can't pull off, yeah?" He whispers as he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

"Still.." You try to reason, until he cuts you off with a kiss— his head craning down for his lips to meet yours as his hands travel to your waist, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he deepens the kiss.

You pull away from running out of breath, your sighs deep and so are his, a thin string of saliva in between the two of you. "I love you. You're so perfect to me, you have no idea," He breathes out with a smirk plastered onto his face.

"You always get what you want, don't you?" You giggle, ruffling his hair as he plants another kiss, but on your cheek this time. "I could say the same for you. You're spoiled and you know it."

"That's your fault! I didn't even ask for half the stuff I have now.."

myunghology: LET ME COOK NOW

[bunny-eats-fox]

heart on my sleeve

miyamura izumi

wc: 4700 warnings: female brash/loud/confident reader ; high school romance ; confession  an: my second hormiya story! i love him 🥺 enjoy~

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It happened a week before you officially started your second year of high school in a completely new, unfamiliar town.

You strolled through the park to get used to your way around the town. However, since it was already 8:40 p.m. and thus dark, you didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings any longer and instead you scrolled through your phone. Your long, painted fingernails tapping on the screen was the only sound that disturbed the otherwise peaceful quiescence.

 That’s when something different suddenly ripped apart that silence.

 “Ooiii, sexy lady, what are you doing here this late, hm?”, a complete stranger asked and stood up from one of the benches.

 Immediately, the disgust showed on your face and you thought ignoring him was the way to go. Hence, you didn’t answer and hastily walked past him. The young man, however, didn’t stop and instead, he followed you while spouting nonsense like, “Come on, you’re suuuuper erotic, you’ve just waited for someone to pick you up, right? Don’t be shy now.”

 You didn’t really know what that idiot meant; you literally wore a hoodie and short pants with some stockings. There was nothing revealing or tantalizing about your outfit. Even if you had chosen to wear something more saucy it wouldn’t have made this interaction any better or more acceptable.

 Sadly, ignoring him didn’t help and despite your usual short-temper, he was still a guy probably much stronger than you. Hence, while you were boiling inside and so close to exploding, you opted for something else when you saw another dark figure walking in the park. It was the only way to get out of this now.

 As you walked even quicker, you could finally properly make out the unfamiliar figure was another man, probably also in his teens, thus you started running towards him. Now, you only had to pray he wasn’t a creep either, but you hoped for the best here.

 “Daaarling~ you’re finally here!”, you chirped ecstatically and glomped a complete stranger, “I missed you so much, you kept me waiting!”

 That stranger was no other than Miyamura. Despite his initial shock, because suddenly a girl hung onto his arm and pressed into him like crazy, when he looked at your distressed face, he immediately knew this wasn’t some joke. And before he could say something, the young man from before appeared as well and he started cursing, “Fucking bimbo. Why are you dressed like that if you have a boyfriend, hah Bitch?! Hoe!”

 Even though his knees were shaking a little, Izumi didn’t think twice when he pushed you behind him further so the man couldn’t look at you anymore. As he desperately searched for the right words to say, the way he glared at the guy must have been scary enough.

  “Whatever, fucking pavement princess.”

 Then the guy finally left.

 “Pavement princess…? What the fuck!?”, you growled to yourself as you really had to hold back not to curse loudly - if that creep would hear and turn back, things would become very messy.

 Instead, you finally looked up to the boy you had glomped.

 “I thought my heart was about to give in.”, Izumi gasped as he clutched his chest, visibly scared but also relieved.

 And when your eyes met, a strong “badump” in your chest caught you off-guard for a second. That he was scared but still stood in front of you and saved you was seriously admirable and the stranger wasn’t even that bad looking either, rather the opposite. For a moment, Izumi and you stared at each other, before you realized you hadn’t said anything and was still glued to his arm. That was embarrassing.

 “Ah! I’m so sorry I suddenly did that and thank you so much for saving me!”, you hastily let go of his arm and stumbled back a little so you could bow properly.

 “No, no. Please, I’m so glad it somehow worked out.”, he sighed in relief and then smiled nervously.

 Another “badump” in your chest had your knees weak. He was so… handsome and yet so pretty too? The gorgeous stranger was exactly your type. For a girl you had always been taller than most of your female classmates since you almost reached 170cm, hence why you had always liked lanky guys the most. You were almost as tall as him. However, right when you wanted to open your mouth again to introduce yourself and also possibly get his name, your shrill ringtone echoed through the night which made both of you jump and him gasp. You couldn’t help but find that cute.

 “Papa? Sorry, sorry, I’m on my way home already. I’m coming!”, then you hung up and realized: Hold on… you didn’t know where your new apartment complex even was and you might have gotten lost in the park.

 “Uhm… do you… perhaps know which way this is?”, you looked up to Izumi and showed him your address on your phone. Sure, this could have seriously backfired, but you didn’t get those vibes from Miyamura.

 “Hm? Ah… I live there too.”

 “Heh?! Seriously??”

 “Mh, 7th floor. Let’s go.”

 Today was seriously your lucky day and just like that, you got to spend more time with the pretty boy.

 Safe to say, when you found out his name and where he attended school, you thought your perfect high school romance unfolded right in front of you. Things couldn’t have turned out any better…

 Is what you thought.

 But you thought wrong.

 You didn’t mind that Izumi changed his appearance in school, you still found him cute and handsome! Plus, you were very happy when you got the chance to walk to school with him due to you two living in the same apartment complex. Destiny couldn’t have been any nicer to you when you even got into the same class as him, however, the first day, you had already realized people treated him… differently.

 Maybe it was because you were “the new kid” but people naturally flocked to you and guys were interested in you, despite your efforts to just look and act normal. Since you were naturally just loud and confident, it got you attention. Though you never shied away from interacting with Miyamura the second you had a chance to.

 Izumi was happy you didn’t ignore him, despite the fact that it also didn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. It was only the third day of the new school year and he had to listen to some guys giggling in the corner how the new girl should seriously stay away from a gloomy otaku like him or your reputation would go down the drain as well. That’s when it hit him again that he was simply not in your league at all. You only knew them for three days and you fit right in. Well, he couldn’t blame them, you were just really… bubbly and nice. So the last thing he wanted was for you to get dragged down by talking to him.

 However, you were either oblivious to the fact that everyone whispered behind your back, or you seriously didn’t care, because you never stopped engaging with your crush. Izumi didn’t know what it was, but he was just thankful, because for once, he felt like he didn’t want to be invisible anymore as he enjoyed himself quite a lot when he talked to you.

 As for you… You did notice. Even your new “friends” had warned you already that being too fixated on Miyamura could have a bad influence on you, since you were the new kid and all. But you didn’t care. Not at all. Honestly, you wore your heart on your sleeve like an idiot. That had always been your problem, you were even aware of that yourself, but you couldn’t stop it. People noticed the big fat crush you had on him quite quickly.

 And Izumi also swiftly realized that this new happiness he felt whenever he was with you didn’t just came from the conversations he had with you. Although, as weeks passed, he realized another thing: His classmates and other students in your grade noticed you as well. And before he even had a chance to work out his own feelings towards you properly, he had to witness you getting confessed to.

 “Oi, oi, oi!!! Sugimori’s confessing to (Y/n)-chan right now!” Miyamura heard a student yell through the class.

 “That bastard it hasn’t even been two months!” Someone else laughed as they rushed to the window where they could watch the corner where you and that Sugimori guy met.

 Of course, how could Izumi even think he was the only one interested in you. Probably due to his own insecurities, he took your kindness just as that: Kindness. You struck up a conversation with him because that night he was the only one available and now you were practically neighbors, or at least only three floors apart. Miyamura was certain that you weren’t interested in him like that, hence he gave up before he even started.  

 Things like that kept happening in the following weeks. More often than not, guys would ask you out, but no one was ever successful. Well, most knew why that was. It seemed everyone but the boy in question knew about your feelings towards him. Hence the other boys in your second grade that had a crush on you, took it upon themselves to silence the man that stood in their ways way too many times.

 “Miiiyaamuuraaaa-kuuun?” A chill ran down his spine just from how his name was chanted like that. And Izumi’s senses didn’t disappoint when three boys suddenly came up to him in the hallway.

 Before he could even say anything, he was grabbed and pulled along. Despite his instincts to immediately resort to punching the living shit out of them, Izumi had to realize that against three boys, two of them even from the soccer club, he didn’t stand a chance. So all he could do was get dragged along. Did anyone help him? Of course not. Most students started whispering but turned away and thus, he landed in the gym equipment room – literally. They threw him against the cart full of soft floor mats.

 “Now… let’s talk about (Y/n)-chan, shall we?”

One of them said while the other two closed the heavy door.

 “Hmmm?”

 You stood in front of Izumi’s desk, wondering where the boy went. Usually, after you grabbed lunch from the cafeteria, you’d come back to your crush waiting for you, so you could enjoy your lunch someplace else.

 Though this time, he was just gone without a word. Sure, he wasn’t obliged to tell you every little thing he did, but it was still a bit strange. Especially, since the day you had started your second year at that school, you had always eaten lunch together.

 “Ah, (Y/n)? If you’re searching for Miyamura-kun…” And then they told you what they had seen, how he got dragged outside and that it looked really serious and not good at all.

 “Someone has seen them going in the direction of the boy’s gym, but-“

 That was all you needed to know as you put the food down onto his desk and you rushed outside of the classroom. When you heard “Sugimori, Tachibana and Sunao”, you knew that Izumi was in trouble. You remembered those three names; you had rejected all three of them at one point in the last weeks. Two of them were in your class, so they had probably noticed how you openly crushed on Izumi and weren’t too happy about it.

 “Shit, shit, shit, fuck this shit!”, you cursed under your breath as you hastily ran through the hallway and down the stairs.

 Once you ran into the gym you heard some gurgling and coughing behind the heavy steel door to the equipment room, thus you rushed over.

 “Miyamura?!”, you yelled his name when you opened the door, ready to fight whoever it was that tormented your crush, however…

 Izumi was gasping, visibly out of breath as he sat on two of them, his knuckles bleeding. Here you thought he needed to be saved, but in reality… he may have been lanky and looked somewhat weak, but he certainly knew how to pack a punch.

 When your crush turned to the third boy, he only winced and pressed himself further into the next corner, holding up his hands. Until they all looked at you and he dared to run past Miyamura and his two friends, right behind your back.

 “He is crazy! He just started attacking us out of nowhere. We just wanted to talk. He is violent! Look at what he did to them!”, he shouted and pointed to the bleeding knuckles and further down to the bleeding faces of Sunao and Tachibana.

 “I didn’t, they-“, Izumi immediately tried to defend himself, but was cut off.

 “Do you really have a crush on someone like that?! He’s a psycho!”, Sugimori continued and finally revealed your feelings to Miyamura.

 Who, when his attacker said that, Izumi was completely confused. A crush? You? On Him??? Never. He was sure you would deny it with every fiber of your body, but instead…

 “I do! Do you have a fucking problem with that, hah?! What is this shit?? Just because I rejected you, what are you, fucking 12?!”, you shouted as well now.

 Though all Izumi understood was: You… had a crush on him? He didn’t even have enough time to realize that when he got dragged along for the second time that day, though this time, when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him with you away from the scene, he didn’t struggle and followed quietly.

 He simply followed you through the hallways – once again, students watched intensely but didn’t say anything. That was honestly very awkward. Hence why Miyamura was so happy when you finally reached the nurse’s office and you were finally freed from the nosy, judgmental stares of everyone.

 You pushed him onto the bed before you went around the office and grabbed a few necessary things. Nothing was said, the air was heavy and he wondered if you could literally hear his heartbeat because of how loud and quick it was.

 “You’re… pretty good at this.”, he finally broke the silence when you were in the middle of cleaning his bruised, bleeding knuckles. Even though his hand was shaking a little and all he wanted to do was talk about your “confession”.

 “Hahaha yeah… I told you about my big brother, right? When he was in high school, he would always get into fights. It’s probably because of him that I lash out so easily and have a short-temper haha. Since my parents work a lot, even on the weekends or during holidays, they were working almost every day…So uh, long story short even though I was three years younger, I was the only one who could help him with these things so I got pretty good at it.”

 Then quietness engulfed you two once again as he watched you clean the rest of his hand, the cut lip and also the cut on his cheek. Once you were done, you sat down beside him on the bed.

 “I’m sorry, Miyamura.”

 “Hah? Uh, no! It’s not your fault, don’t apologize.”, he immediately said and gestured with his hands.

 “Well, I do feel like it is.”, you started nervously playing with your, “You know… I wear my heart on my sleeve, I know it’s bad and such a nuisance. Because of that, they knew how I felt about you and targeted you... I’m sorry.”

 “No, no, no really, it’s fine!” Then silence again as he nervously looked to the side.

 “So… it’s true… ?”

 “Hm?” You looked up, confused for a moment, but when he just lightly blushed and avoided your eyes, you knew what he meant.

 “Mh.”, you confirmed and nodded, “I like you. From the moment we met. At first, I just thought you were cool because you saved me and it definitely helped that you’re my type. But… on our way to school, in school, our way back and all the times when I get a chance to talk and be with you, I just enjoy myself so much. Really, it was inevitable that I would fall for you, haha. I just really… really like you.”

 You finally confessed and then looked back to meet his eyes. At first, you weren’t embarrassed, but when your crush blushed even harder, it suddenly got to you as well. You had just confessed. Spilled your feelings like coffee onto a table. Now, your face grew warmer as well as you quickly looked away and at the walls.

 “Ahh hahaha b-but you already knew, right? Haha I mean like I already said I wear my heart on my sleeve so it must have been obvious, haha so don’t worry, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I’ll be happy if we can just stay friends.”, you nervously scratched your neck and hastily tried to explain yourself. Since Miyamura had never reacted, you guess he just didn’t feel the same.

 “I like you…”

 “Eh?” It was so quiet you thought it was your wishful thinking.

 “I like you, (Y/n)-san. I… never realized.”, Izumi said quietly as he leaned forward a little so his hair mostly covered his embarrassed, red face because he couldn’t bare to look at you right now.

 “Eh? You didn’t?! Heeeh? Miyamura… you’re quite dense…”

 At that point you thought he might burn to ashes with how on fire his face and ears looked. My. You didn’t know someone could blush that much, it was really cute.

 “Mn. I really am…” He nodded and then finally dared to look up to confirm it once more while he looked at you straight in the eyes, “I like you, (Y/n)-san.”

 “Oh… So you like me too…” For a moment, you were too speechless, before it suddenly sunk in fully: Izumi liked you too.

 And then, you jumped up from the bed and spun around, “Wait, really, like… seriously?!”

 Even though Miyamura still looked bashful, he still smiled and nodded. Before he knew it, all he could see was white as his back hit the matrass and he stared at the ceiling. For a brief second, he was confused because you suddenly tackled him, though not for long as he started laughing and returning the tight hug quickly.

 It still felt surreal, but the way your hands shook as you grabbed him tightly and snuggled him was confirmation enough that he was, in fact, not dreaming. He had a girlfriend now.

 #

 „Izuuuummiiiii-kuuun~“, your whine got no reaction out of him, so you continued, “Izumi-kyun?…Izumi-dono? Izumi-sama? Izumi-saaaan? Izumi? Zuzu? Izu? Iz-“

 Finally, after you had seemingly “abused” him long enough with those nicknames, your boyfriend looked up (a cute blush adorning his cheeks since he still wasn’t used to you calling him by his first name) and shut your cute little mouth with his hand.

 “You know, (Y/n), I’m really trying to concentrate here.”, he said sternly, though as you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, you knew exactly that he didn’t mean it that seriously.

 So, you pouted for a second and then, to free yourself from his hand above your mouth, you flicked your tongue against the inside of his hand. All Miyamura did, however, was raise his eyebrow in amusement, completely unimpressed by your action. You were only dating for three weeks but… he was already used to your shenanigans, hence the hand stayed.

 As you playfully glared at him, because he wouldn’t free your mouth, you wanted to change your tactics, but before you could even try, you both heard the sliding door to your classroom open and a few of your classmates came in. When they looked at you, he immediately withdrew his hand and buried his nose back into your English notebook. It certainly didn’t help that they were giggling as they grab their stuff and headed out again.

 Of course, both of you still heard their cackling in the hallway and a few words like “cringe” and “embarrassing” also stuck out. It wasn’t something new per se. The moment people found out and you didn’t deny it, everyone had a few things to say.

 “Tch.”, you clicked your tongue, “Bitches.”

 “Don’t mind them, Izumi. Seems like some people just got mentally stuck in preschool.”, you sighed annoyingly and then turned back to him.

 Well… he was happy you didn’t find the need to hide the fact that you were dating, even though he would have understood. Your classmates weren’t the only ones who found you were way out of his league after all, but then again…

 Once you realized Izumi kind of got lost in his own thoughts, you let your fingers walk across the table to his free hand. The bruises and wounds from three weeks ago had thankfully healed fully, thus you gently nudged him. Thankfully, Izumi returned the gesture and slid his fingers between your own to intertwine them.

 “What are you thinking about, hm?”

 When he suddenly stood up, you were a little surprised, but even more so when he leaned over the table to press his lips against your own for a quick, soft kiss. It melted your heart right on the spot.

 “Nothing much.”

 “Oh my gosh, hurry up with this thing so we can go home already and enjoy the weekend!”, you groaned, “slapped” his hand away and buried your face in your crossed arms. You were so going to make out with him when you were finally home.

 “Hahahaha yeah, yeah I’ll hurry up if you stop distracting me.”, he laughed and went back to copying your notes from class.

 Later that night, he came into your bedroom, a towel in his hand as he dried his freshly washed hair. You lay in your bed with your phone in your hands and only looked up shortly when he entered. Though it was enough to gift him a small smile before you turned back to your social media app. Even that small smile was enough and his heart fluttered. During those moments, he wanted to let the world know even more how much he liked you and that you were his no matter what anyone else said or laughed about.

 Hence why he finally made up his mind.

 “Ne, (Y/n)?” He sat down onto your bed and slightly leaned in.

 “Un?” You paused your video and looked up.

 “Wanna cut my hair?”

 “Huh?! Ah, uh, fuck YEAH?! But… why all of a sudden?”

 “It’s not that sudden. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and… since you said you want to become a hairdresser, I thought you might want to practice?”

 “Fuck yeah.”, you immediately sat up full of energy, “But… until now I’ve been practicing on my brother whenever he lets his hair grow out because he’ll always get a buzz cut anyways, but what if I mess up your hair?” Now you got a little nervous and you started twiddling your thumbs.

 “That’s okay. I can get it fixed tomorrow so I won’t look like a hot mess on Monday.”, he reassured you with a smile.

 “Mn… Okay, then I’ll give it a try, though…”, then you reached out and brushed through his long, damp hair with your fingers, “I’ll miss it.”

 “Mhmh, you liked it?”, he chuckled, which made you pout.

 “Obviously? With how much my hands are in your hair, shouldn’t that tell you everything?”, you giggled together with him, “Plus…”

 Now you got embarrassed though as you thought about your next words, hence you hastily looked away and stopped.

 “Hm?” Izumi cocked his head, his gorgeous blue eyes shimmering with curiosity.

 “Mhhhh…”, you grumbled shyly and then mumbled, “When we make out it’s nice to hold on…Or when we cuddle and I can feel it on my skin ‘n stuff…”

 Now, you’ve done it again. His face resembled a tomato once more. Despite the fact that Miyamura was quite straight forward when you two were alone (which surprised you at first, but a very pleasant surprise), that statement was too much it seemed.

 “Err uhm, but I’m totally for it, if that’s what you want.”, you swiftly continued and gestured with your hands a little.

 Inevitably, Izumi had to smile.

 “Yeah.” Nodding, he leaned in further to steal a little kiss before he stood up to get your chair.

 In the meantime, with a fluttering heart, you stood up as well and rummaged through your drawer to get your scissors and other tools you needed. It would be a good learning experience, but you sure hoped you wouldn’t fuck up his hair too badly. After all… imagining Izumi with a buzz cut was a little wild. However, at the same time also very funny, hence you couldn’t hold back the laughter that suddenly erupted from your mouth.

 “Hm? What’s so funny?”

 “Hahaha, sorry, uhm, I just hope I don’t fuck this up, because… Izumi… imagining you with a buzz cut…”, then you laughed again and tried to stop as you pressed your knuckles against your lips, shakily saying, “It’s just so funny.”

 “Ahaha yeah.”, he nervously chuckled, “I’d rather not do that if it can be avoided haha…”

 “Don’t worry, I won’t betray your trust, Izumi.”

 You finally got yourself together and got behind him.

 “I’ll be very, very careful and only take a few millimeters off at a time and I won’t cut it too short so there’s still something for the barber to work with if it needs fixing.”

 He listened to you talk as you started sectioning off his hair. Until, a few moments later, you suddenly stopped with a small “Oh.”

 “Oh?”

 Out of the blue, he felt your arms around his shoulders and your weight on top of them as you leaned against him. While you cuddled your head against his, he wondered what just happened.

 “Soo… maybe you can wait just one more week?”

 “Err, I mean… sure. But why?”, he asked, a little confused.

 You didn’t answer him for a few seconds and he was about to turn his head to directly look at you when you finally raised your head and leaned in to his ear to whisper, “I miiiight have given you a hickey when we made out earlier… And it’s maaaaybe just quite visibly when you put your hair up…or cut it… ehe…”

 “Oh.” That was all he said.

 “I’m sorry, Izumi.”

 “No, it’s okay. I’m… surprised I didn’t see it when I took the shower.”

 “Ah, well it’s right here.” You pushed your fingertip against the blue mark you had left underneath and slightly behind his ear. That made him flinch and whine. That was cute.

 “You can’t see it when your hair’s down so that’s why. So you also don’t have to worry about anyone else seeing it. Sor- Wah?!”

 Completely unprepared, Izumi had grabbed your hand and pulled you forward and into his lap. The scissors and clips fell from your hands onto the floor due to the sudden movement. And the look on his face told you he was not amused, rather… it looked impish.

 “Ne… (Y/n), since your hair also covers up that area, it’s only fair if I do the same, don’t you think?”, he smiled mischievously and you knew then and there you were doomed.

 “What? No, I mean, it’s- Yaahhh Izumi!”, you squeed at the end when he grabbed your thighs and carried you the one step back to your bed in which you both then fell.

 A playful fight started which contained rolling around in your bed, pushing the pillows and blanket down together with a few plushies you kept on there. At the end, however, you gave up and before you knew it, the fight had turned into tangled limbs and inevitably also tangled mouths as a second make out session started.

 Well… at least you could enjoy his long hair for just a tad bit longer now.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up in nsfw scenarios ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes  

[dark-elf-writes]

for ur birthday bash (happy extended bday by the way !!!!): nb izuku discovering theyre nb w fellow nb mentor!mic - w shitty parent!inko. as a bonus. :3

“Listener?”

Izumi blinked, dragging his eyes away from the ground so far below to need the gaze of the hero leaning casually against the low wall of the roof next to them.

(Mostly casually. Izuku didn’t miss they kept themself within arms reach. Just in case.)

“You’re Present Mic.” Normally Izuku would have been thrilled about it. Would have already been chattering away about quirks support gear, mind flashing through a dozen questions he has had from the moment he first heard them on the radio. But…

He was tired. He was hurting. He was… something that he couldn’t explain.

“I am, Listener. We’re across the street from the station, you know. Just right over there.” They pointed to a building across the way, tall and covered in neon signs.

Huh. Izuku hadn’t noticed. He had just picked the first building with mostly easy roof access he had found to think. An increasingly common occurrence after his meeting with All Might if he was entirely honest.

It figured he would pick the one spitting distance away from a hero on today of all days.

“So,” Present Mic drew the word out, long and almost teasing if not for the way they were hovering, “wanna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

They shrugged. “In my experience people don’t come to sit on the edge of roof’s with that kind of expression unless they have something worth talking about.”

Izuku shouldn’t. He should leave. He should run. He should—

“Every time I look in the mirror I want to scream.” Not the confession he had intended to say, but, considering how the last time he told a pro hero he was Quirkless went, the safer one. “My best friend hates me, and every time he hurts me or breaks my things I think I might hate him a little too but if I admit that he’s not really my friend then I’m actually alone. My mom keeps calling me the man of the house and her baby boy and every time she does I want to pull my skin off, but she doesn’t notice because she would have to actually look at me to see which she hasn’t done since I was five. I don’t even think she stays at the apartment just leaves some money on the table at the start of every month and a note to ‘Be a man.’”

Present Mic hummed so low Izuku could feel it in his chest. “Sounds like you have a whole lot to talk about, Listener.”

A choked laugh forced its way through Izuku’s too tight throat. He scrubbed under his eyes harshly to force away tears he couldn’t let fall. They didn’t help him last time he talked to a hero after all. “Yeah. Guess I do.”

Another hum, then, “Do you feel like a boy, Listener?”

Izuku opened his mouth, a reflexive agreement on his tongue, then snapped it closed again.

Did he feel like a boy? He had to… right? But no, he didn’t. Not when the hero standing next to him was proof.

(How a stranger had noticed in less than twenty minutes when no one else in Izuku’s life had said something that he was going to ignore.)

“You don’t need to answer now. Just think about it, yeah?” Present Mic tipped their head back into the warmth of the sun, a smile that wasn’t anywhere near happy on their face. Their hair, down Izuku realized when he finally turned to look at them, practically glowed in the light. Liquid gold hanging around their shoulders.

Then, the moment passed, and Present Mic looked back at them with a smile that matched the warmth in their eyes. “If you want, there’s a training room in the station. I could show you some moves to protect yourself if that boy tries to hurt you again.”

Izuku knew he shouldn’t. Knew that it wouldn’t end well. Knew that if he was left alone on another roof, the story wouldn’t end so well a second time.

But as he looked at their green eyes and the gloved hand they held out to him, Izuku couldn’t have stopped the question if he had wanted to.

“Do you think that someone without a quirk can still be a hero?”

“Of course.” Present Mic didn’t so much as hesitate. Don’t even have to think about it. Like it was a given. “Plenty of heroes have non combat quirks, why couldn’t someone quirkless be a hero like them?”

Izuku laughed as he took that gloved hand, feeling lighter than he had in years.

[uchihaharlot]

All this anti ship and hate has the windmill turning within me. Cooking up some of the most deplorable shit I can think of. To my regulars, I apologize if this isn’t what you signed up for.

Im still here, drafting your asks, but I have to feed the inner demon within me. The one that says do what the fuck I want and how I want it.

To the haters, this is for you. A more personal written ficlet. I hope it makes you wet and hard.

NFSW; age gapped familial fucking(eventually); reciprocated consent; Shisui x female (innocent and very virginal) cousin; yea I did it, again; tbc by @shisuis-left-nipple who is fighting the shipping war with me on this treacherous journey to whatever makes us horny. Fuck you, sincerely kiss my ass. 

Great now you have me thinking about a very deplorable Shisui who is training with his younger female cousin. Of age of course; but he is older and wiser. Knows better. Still, he is a man and every so often his gaze catches the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts while she maneuvers fluidly during their spars.

Teasing him with the forbidden fruit unknowingly. Goddamn it. He is a grown ass man with morals. These were not thoughts you had about your 19-year-old cousin. Especially one he took under a wing and taught all his soul into. It was wrong and perverted. But how more often than not cousins were betrothed to one another, even now. The Uchiha were just as close knit as any other clan. Shisui kept record of the family tree, she was his third cousin and by default appropriate age to be adorned by a man. Almost a distant cousin by genetic material. Yet they all had the same characteristics. Dark hair, eyes and porcelain skin. The resemblance uncanny as ever.

If she acted out of inexperience, he tried to not to notice. Why should she have to worry about the exploits of a man. A man who was her cousin, a guardian. Who watched her grow and nurtured her potential. At what point did she become a woman behind his own eyes? Kaleidoscopes rerun their lives through his front temporal lobe. A vain attempt to save his sanity, his wavering morality and her innocence….

In all his years Shisui never once questioned his genius, but today he did. When it tightened his slacks and twisted the kaleidoscope behind his eyes on immoral charges. Further implicating his situation to a dire and deep carnal vision.

No, he could not. Not even as she took that dip into the chill of the creek, were they always had their cool down from a long days training. Not when she removed jōnin slacks, jacket and under shirt. Leaving just her unmentionables. This was highly inappropriate and part of him felt he failed her, maybe he should have Izumi continue her training? Or rather she was too old for a mentor to begin with. That it would be more appropriate of he graduated her already, though selfishly, he won’t.

‘Shisui?’ Her voice, like summers monsoon. Addled his mind and muddied his thoughts in its wistful wake.

‘Yea…just a minute…’ his eyes were unkind to him. Selfishly taking in her figure as she dipped below the waters tension.

Regardless, he still took to the water in the same state of undress. Carried by an undignified truth of silence. He wondered if she thought the same of him. Maybe?

This wasn’t by any means the most self deprecating thing Shisui has done. Though he wasn’t a constant contender in the ways of soliciting attention from young women. He found the older to be better, but the sentiment between the two had not fallen short on the teetering tightrope of Shisui’s inner demons.

It danced and sang praise to his desires. Take her! Claim her! Has his PTSD really gotten the best of him? Would he now spend his days tormenting himself with the thought of her salaciously beneath him? Is this how he would cope with returning from the war?

Y/n had missed him in his absence, this was why they still continued her training. The thought of letting her down again with another absence tore at him. No, he would just have to deal with it. With himself, after all. Life finds a way. Shisui could carry on and just let sleeping dogs lie.

When she splashed his stoic face in the water only then did he falter. An innocent attempt to garner his attention. “Shisui. You’re orbiting.” That he was, outer spacing the confines of his mind.

Herein lies where Shisui completely lost the respect for himself and his cock. The traitor only thought for itself and not for y/n. The leisurely way she trusted him moving hair from her eyes, a small but affectionate kiss to her forehead. Nothing out of the ordinary.

‘I am too old to be treated like a child,’ that playful retort sent Shisui further into the depths of his deplorable heart.

Yea… she was definitely too old to be treated like a child. Of course, the festering desire in the pit of his stomach churns. Shisui was bold; snaked an arm around her slick back and rested his hand over the small of it. Running the other up her forearm until his thumb rested in the palm of her hand.

She was not a child.

‘I can change that.’ Husky, warm. His breath thickens the air between them. Her sights zero in at his thumb in her palm before darting to red spun pearls.

The heat in her stomach pooled and flooded. Taken off guard but not unwelcome.

Oh.

Oh, how delicate was her skin on his, not nearly as calloused by her talent as his to decades. ‘Shisu-’ he slanted his lips over hers, cradling them in a delicate turn of the age kiss. One that matured a girl to a woman. She gave little resistance when his tongue ran the seam of her mouth and parted it for entry. Shisui brought her palm his thumb rested in to his hip and then cupped her cheek.

Delirious temptation. Right in his courtyard. Soft breaths flurried as she tried to regain her composure, a moan oscillated his mouth. The mixture of their hot air only fuels this delicate moment. If it weren’t for the cool water, Shisui might have had zero regard for her.

But she is his baby cousin, and he a man. Who else better to guide her into womanhood than Shisui of course. A selfish thought for a man hungered by greed, lust and apparently arrogance now. When had Shisui ever had what he wanted? The village only gave so much in return for his sacrifice. Blood and hard work, scars and that old resentment of being ostracized.

Yet, somehow he managed to pull himself together and part from her, leaving her breathy and confused and wanting. He doesn’t want to overwhelm her or push her, he is feeling guilty enough as is. Still, he is only a man. The forbidden fruit of his desires dangled in front of him, right within reach and his for the taking. Shisui’s mind flooding and inundating him with all the images he suppressed these past months.

Now, having felt her, touched her, kissed her, he can’t help himself. His pants never felt tighter, his treacherous cock deciding all by itself that his cousin is the home it wants to make comfortable in. He is so hard it borders on painful. Even worse, the water clearly giving away his intentions. It made his drawers stick prominently over his protruding arousal. Y/n’s eyes plastered at its immaculate sudden growth.

It was merely a kiss…and some tongue. Ok the bold touch to her back and cheek. It seemed it didn’t take much to rile the Uchiha up. ‘….let’s call it a day.’ Shisui felt so small saying those words. His younger cousin didn’t part with much else either, just flushed cheeks and a nod. This unspoken promise left Shisui feeling more dereliction than that selfish gratification he desperately sought.

Their walk home was grueling and quiet. Words could not describe the stagnant air that seemed to suffocate them both and forced them to maintain several feet of distance. Once out of the woods Shisui shuttled her home in a quick Shunshin of shame. Something that, in her younger years, they enjoyed the turbulence of. Was now a grim reminder that everything changed at the drop of a kunai. He begrudgingly watched as she entered her home. Less than a skip from his own, he was at his back door in half a flicker.

TBC. 😌 part 2

[idolish7imagines]

So glad to see you posting again! I missed this blog <3 Could I request Gaku, Ryuuunosuke, Yamato, and possibly the Izumi brothers (separately) reacting to their S/O knocking on their doorstep in tears late at night, possibly having run away from or been kicked out by abusive parents with nothing but the clothes on their back and having nowhere else to go (no phone, keys, no cash or cards, just their clothes and their tears). S/O knows the risk of causing a scandal, but they literally had nowhere else to go. It's cool if the rest of the group (TRIGGER or I7) are in there, considering dorm-living. Sorry if this is kinda dark, drawing from personal experiences for this one (a dear friend let me crash at their place, so I'm fine) ^^;

Gaku, Ryuuunosuke, Yamato, Iori and Mitsuki reacting to their S/O being kicked out and living with them

a/n : Anon im so sorry! ;; i hope this makes your day a little easier

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Gaku Yaotome

Gaku just wants you to stop crying. Its tearing him apart inside. The more he dries your face off, the more new tears come to replace the ones he just tended to.

His heart clenched, feelling like it was on fire. There was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to yell at your parents, tell them theyre wrong about you and everything else. Maybe even while you watch, just for you to get a chance to see how much he's on your side.

But, that would only make things worse, and thats not what you need. Right now, anyway.

His touch always lingered on you in some sort of way ever since you came in. On your back, neatly tucking a strand of hair on your head, half-hugs when he really desired to hold you completely and shield you from the world.

Gaku sort of...forgets to ask for permission before letting you stay over. You were in a rough place, so he couldn't just send you back into the cold.

He'd argue until his voice gave out if there were any protests about you staying with them though. Which there weren't, as Ryuu was fairly welcoming and while it was a surprise to Tenn, didn't mind after hearing out the predicament you were currently in.

Scandal is the last thing on his mind, he feels that as long as he's disguised, its fine if you two start going home together, but he'll be sure to be careful

Ryuunosuke Tsunashi

At first it was a pleasant surprise to see your face, thinking that this was a short notice visit, which he wouldn't have minded. But that quickly fades after his golden eyes get a glimpse of your tear stained face.

For a moment he's unsure what to think, even considering the possibility that he's the one that did this to you. But those worries were dashed and soon replaced with another, as soon as you opened your dry lips and began to recount to him what just transpired at your parents' house.

Once you're inside, he pulls you into a tight hug. One that'd probably hurt if you weren't so focused on how terrible you felt inside rather than your body.

While he wants you and your family to reconcile, tonight surely wasn't the time for it, you'd just have to stay at his place for now. It wasn't a bother, you're sad after all, he's actually glad he's here to help take some of the weight off.

His hands were always touching you in some way, holding your hand, rubbing your shoulders, or resting on your sides. Ryuu wanted so desperately to take the pain away.

Technically it was his house and he gets to say who can and can't stay there, but, he still feels the need to fill the rest of TRIGGER in on what's going on and that you could really use some positivity and support at the moment.

He also doesn't want you sleeping on the couch, even if it wasn't uncomfortable, it didn't feel right to make you do that after your night had already been so horrid, so you'll be sleeping with him from now on.

Yamato Nikaido

As he guided you into the dorm, Yamato drapes one of his jackets around your shoulders, inviting you to put it on. There isn't much he can say other than reassuring you that you have been wronged, now that your parents have made up their mind that they weren't letting you back (and he doubts they liked him more than you) but makes sure that you know you're welcome in the dorm whenever.

Despite that, he is pretty adamant on you getting your stuff back at the very least, and that he'll go with you to have his support.

While he can't exactly promise he knows where to go from there, he'll let you sleep in his room until you get things figured out

He might even finally get a bed to accommodate you.

Yamato is surprisingly helpful at getting you to calm down, keeping a cool head and gentle tone while he wipes your tears with a tissue.

"hey, Musashi is glad to have you here at least." He tries to lighten the atmosphere with a bit of humor.

Just for a moment, he'll leave you alone to explain to the other idols why you're here and that you probably aren't leaving soon.

Once he's back, he offers to help take your mind off of things with a movie and some snacks, since worrying right now wasn't going to do much of anything but make you more stressed.

Yamato is actually happy you came to him about this, that you decided to depend on him for comfort and somewhere to stay, even if it is a bit cramped for lack of a better term.

Unfortunately, he only has one chair in his room, so the best you can do is either find a way to cuddle up on the chair..or he's sleeping on the floor or couch in the living room. Not wanting to leave you alone for the night, he might just have to suffer on the floor with a blanket this time, but if its for your comfort, its not too much to sacrifice.

Iori Izumi

after predictably asking 'what happened', Iori gives a look of surprise and concern you don't see often from him, followed by quickly pulling you inside the dorm faster than you could process.

If/Once he's there at the dorm, the first person Iori tells about this is Mitsuki, seeking his guidance in a way for this situation. The dorm is plenty full already, and there's no rooms left, but he can't let you sleep outside or at some hotel since you have no money

Iori feels a little helpless for once, brainstorming of ways to take hold of the situation and fix this as soon as possible, almost to the point where he forgets you need to be comforted at the moment.

He forces himself to relax for your sake, but you can tell in his body posture how much its getting to him that this terrible situation came upon you. You, who's never done anything wrong in his eyes.

With reassurances that you'll get through this no matter what it takes, he goes to prepare a drink and meal for you, with his brother's help.

Iori will bring you anything you want, even if you don't ask, and from here on out will start texting you almost constantly when he's at lunch or on break at work to check on how you're doing. There's been a list started in his room on the steps the both of you are going to take to get through this and into a better situation.

His bed isnt that big, but its enough to get comfortable with. Pale cheeks had frequently started to turn a rosy hue when you cuddle up to him whether out of affection or to simply not fall off the bed.

Mitsuki Izumi

Mitsuki has to control his temper after hearing whats been done to you. He's ready to give those parents of yours an earful, but thats going to have to wait; you always are the first priority.

He hugs you in silence for a while, standing a little away from the door after he's let you in. Neither of you know how long the hug lasted, it could've been anywhere from 30 seconds to 7 minutes. But he stood there for as long as you needed.

Once you're sitting, he wipes your face with a handkerchief and asks if this is a permanent change and what all that you have with you at the moment. A displeased expression marrs his features one you say you came all this way with practically nothing, just that you didn't want to go back.

Thoughts flood his mind, not entirely of panic, but more along the line of what could your parents be thinking, kicking you out like this? As sweet as you are, he knows it couldn't have been your fault. And even if you did do something, it wouldn't have warranted something this drastic.

After a quick but gentle kiss to your forehead, he brings back blankets and gets to work on a meal or leftovers to offer you so you can start feeling at least a little better. It isn't much, but he wants to do whatever he can for his beloved.

Mitsuki's never dealt with something like bad or unfair parents before, so he can't even imagine your pain. But he promised you a long time ago that the two of you would stay by each other's side no matter what troubles or insecurities befall you, and he intends on keeping it.

Luckily since he's not that big, the bed sharing is pretty comfortable, and cuddling with Mitsuki for warmth, whether on the couch or bed is something you never minded before. His touches and presence made things more bearable.

[bisexuallsokka]

jo. bestie. hi. i’m holding your hands and asking u to please if u want deal us all permanent psychic damage with “you’re just as beautiful as the day i lost you” (the httyd divorced zukka agenda has to continue and nobody can do it as well as u <3)

Sokka had spent the entire journey to the Fire Nation imagining himself being so overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of Zuko that, decorum be damned, he would run into his arms as soon as they made eye contact.

The sting of disappointment he felt when he realized that Zuko wasn't even there to greet him and Katara was enough to extinguish most of the excitement he had felt and make him second-guess everything about this trip. It was odd enough that after over a decade of being broken up they had rekindled their relationship over letters, what would it be like when they saw each other in person for the first time in years? Did they only know how to be in love again in theory? Was Zuko truly ready to leave the throne and his home in a few months and start a life with Sokka?

He's hiding out on some balcony that the two of them frequented in his Ambassador days, and he jumps when he hears the door open behind him. It's probably Katara telling him to stop moping, and he's about to tell her that he just needs a minute when he sees Zuko there, giving him a tentative smile.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," Sokka says, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement.

"Sorry about," Zuko gestures, and Sokka knows what he means.

"I get it. You're a busy guy," Sokka says.

That makes Zuko frown, and he walks over and takes a seat on the bench next to him. "Not too busy for you," he says. Which, historically, is kind of a lie, but Sokka appreciates the sentiment all the same. Especially since soon, they won't have to worry about the Fire Lord nonsense ever again.

Zuko seems to be thinking the same thing. "For what it's worth, it wasn't 'official business' keeping me away again," he clarifies. "Izumi was getting a little overwhelmed with everything going on to get ready for the party, and I spent longer in the garden with her than I realized. She's with Uncle, now."

Sokka softens at that, his doubts slowly starting to fade away. "That's understandable."

"Thanks for coming all the way here," Zuko says quickly. "It means a lot and it...it's really good to see you."

The sincerity in his tone is a little overwhelming. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Sokka says, despite having missed the last ten or so of Zuko's birthday celebrations.

It makes Zuko smile, though, which Sokka relaxes at the sight of.

"You look good," Sokka says, smiling back.

"You look..." Zuko trails off, a strange expression on his face as he just keeps staring at Sokka.

"What?" Sokka asks suspiciously. "Is there something on my face?"

"You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you," Zuko says, so softly Sokka might have missed it had he not been hanging onto every word from those lips.

"I..." Sokka says, feeling speechless for once as heat rises in his cheeks. "That's...great, thank you."

As soon as the words leave his mouth he groans, putting his head in his hands as Zuko laughs loudly at him.

"You can't just say things like that," Sokka complains, even if he can't stop smiling.

"I can and I will, especially if that is the kind of reaction I can expect," Zuko teases. Sokka looks over at him and feels his cheeks flushing again at the soft look on Zuko's face.

Sokka takes a shaky breath, calling upon every ounce of bravery he's ever possessed to help him reach for Zuko's hand. "Twelve years?" he asks, giving it a squeeze.

"Twelve years," Zuko confirms, squeezing back. “It’s not that I haven’t seen you that whole time. I just…never let myself really look.”

Sokka nods. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

Zuko raises his eyebrow. "I've started packing."

Sokka rolls his eyes and shoves Zuko's shoulder with his own. "Oh, so romantic, run away with me just because you're already packing."

Zuko laughs again, and Sokka feels lightheaded. He's not going to get used to constantly hearing that sound anytime soon.

“I've had all this time to think about it, and my answer is still the same," Zuko tells him seriously. "This is best for the Fire Nation, best for us. Are you sure, though? Six year olds are pretty crazy.”

“Raising a kid with you?" Sokka asks. "That's all I've ever wanted. Craziness and all."

The way Zuko looks at Sokka erases any of the doubts, the questions, the worries Sokka had about this. About them. After the years of heartbreak and separation, Sokka knows that's behind them, and the future looks much brighter.

[discordiansamba]

ough. the implication that if the gaang had found zuko later in the lee from the tea shop au that he'd just be fucked. prince zuko never makes it out of ba sing se.

it's so deliciously fucked up.

like, it's obviously not the path i'm going because like. the slow recovery from the brainwashing? chef's kiss. love that shit. but just. thinking for a moment of a world where katara never visits that tea shop. prince zuko just vanishes from history entirely.

katara and sokka visit ba sing se. they're in their late twenties. they're visiting the middle ring when a little black-haired girl basically just barrels into katara. her father hurries over and scoops her up, and apologizes. i am so sorry. she wasn't watching where she was going. izumi, apologize to these nice people.

katara laughs and assures him it was no big deal. he looks faintly familiar, but not in a way she can place. she tells him that his daughter is very pretty, and he beams with pride. he introduces himself as lee. he owns a tea shop in the middle ring. you two should come by sometime. he'll give you a free cup as an apology.

and well. sokka's never said no to free. so of course they visit the tea shop. he honors his free cup of tea promise. katara is very pregnant with tenzin at the time and is happy to make a new mom friend in the form of lee's equally pregnant wife, jin. they talk over tea, and have a lovely time.

katara recommends the tea shop to everyone. she feels a little guilty the first time she brings aang there. oh. she really should have warned lee first. it's easy to forget sometimes, just how famous her husband is. they end up never visiting ba sing se without visiting the tea shop. lee and jin become their friends- and honestly? they're kind of lifesavers. neither of them mind babysitting at the drop of a hat. their two daughters- izumi and meiko- become friends of their own children in the process.

meiko surprises everyone by firebending.

it's fine, though. everyone knows there's no way jin would be unfaithful. it's probably just one of those weird quirks that happens sometimes. and hey- they know a lot of great firebending teachers who can help her. lee is so proud of his youngest daughter- he's proud of both of his daughters, really. he's a great dad.

("i learned a lot from my own father," lee tells them, "-he was a great man.")

lee and jin have a third child on the way. the gaang makes sure to drop in when she's near her due date. they've just entered the shop when they hear a crash from the back, and they all rush into the kitchen. jin is on the floor, clutching her stomach. katara realizes what's happening and barks out orders. it's a breech baby. don't worry, katara assures her. i can handle this.

it's a boy. his eyes are pure gold. she hands the newborn to his father, and lee takes him and looks at him with wonder in his face. he kisses his forehead and thanks katara. he crouches next to jin, and they marvel at their son together. lee brushes his hair out of the left side of his face and-

-katara abruptly realizes they'd never seen the left half of his face before. he was burned in a house fire when he was a child, she knows.

he does have a burn. it's stretched over the left half of his face, forcing his left eye into a thin slit. his eyebrow is missing. his left ear is crumpled. the patch right around his eye is redder than the rest of it. it's a scar she would know anywhere.

it's zuko's scar.

[creative-kny-fics]

I don't know if you're currently taking requests or not, but I will ask anyway. Also, I am not sure if you write for the Uppermoons or not? Also this request may be a little weird so I am sorry- 😭

Lee: Shinobu

Ler: Douma/Doma (people spell his name both ways so idk)

And ofc, feel free to decline this! <3

Oooooh, well, it's not something strange in my opinion. So, as I like to write in droves, I'll put one to more AU's, hopefully and you don't mind

Lee: Shinobu Kocho

Ler: Douma (UpperMoon 2)

Explanation of the I AU: It's a world where they are not demons, what do I mean?

There are two sides, one is the group known as "hashiras" (pillars), responsible for doing good and frustrating the plans of the other group, called "lunas" (moons).

'Shinobu, are you sure you wouldn't want me to come with you?'

'Mitsuri, I can handle this, believe me, nothing will happen to me and if anything happens to me, I entrust you to take care of my sisters and the little ones I take care of, okay?'

'Okay... Good luck...', Mitsuri said goodbye to her partner, she trusted her, but the one she didn't trust so much was her enemy.

Shinobu's mission was to get information from a man, according to Kagaya, was a member of the rival group.

'You must be Miss Ayami, am I correct?'

'Yes, nice to meet you. Ayami Izumi, at your service.'

'Beautiful name, my name is Gi Hashibira, the pleasure is mine', he took her hand and kissed it as a sign of respect.

They both talked, Shinobu had to accept it, it was obnoxious, he only talked about himself, she didn't say a single word besides her name the entire evening, how pathetic.

'You're a good listener, I really like you Ayami...'

'I would say the same about you... And what do you do?'

'Well, it's a bit of a curious question. I have multiple jobs, how about you? I imagine you must be a model, your beauty is enough for you to dedicate your life to modeling.'

'You flatter me, but no, currently, I work with a colleague in a cafeteria. The idea of ​​modeling never crossed my mind...'

'Aaaaw, a shame, I would pay to see you on a billboard~'

Shinobu has endured compliments from so many people, but this one undoubtedly had something that made her blood boil, she didn't know how to explain it, but she didn't like the way he said them at all, even the fake name she had created for herself, she felt disgusted, but she had to endure it, for the good of the mission.

'Why do you look like that, Kocho?'

'Tomioka, how do you think you would be in front of a person who won't stop talking to you and makes you so angry that you wish a meteorite would fall on that person and the street at once?'

'Yes, that has happened to me, many times. So, how are you doing?'

'He doesn't say anything, it seems like he doesn't trust me enough...'

'Be careful, please, I don't want anything to happen to you...'

'Aaaaw, are you jealous~?'

'No, I'm not one of the jealous men, I just worry' , and yes, these two were more than a partners in crime

Shinobu loved to smile, there was no reason not to, but she HATED doing it just to pretend that "Gi's" talk was something interesting, it was total rubbish that she wanted to jump out of the window.

'So, Ayami, what do you think of me?', damn it...

Shinobu took a breath, she didn't want to ruin the plan, she had already made a lot of progress, so with her best face, she told a lie.

'I think you're someone charming, a person with a good topic of conversation and who knows how to keep you entertained...'

'Aaaaw, you're so kind! I really like your company, you are a good listener!'

'Yes, however, during all the... Dates... that we have had, you have never told me what you work for, don't you have a job?'

'Oooh, of course I have it! Only, if I told you...I'd have to kill you!'

Although he laughed, Shinobu knew he wasn't joking, he really would do that if the opportunity presented itself, at least now she had an excuse to stop smiling and pretend to like his company.

The next few moments were stressful, there was no way to talk about a topic after that confession, but Shinobu was prepared.

'Ayami, what's wrong?'

'What's wrong with me? You said you should kill me if I knew what you were up to!'

'Aaaaw come on, it was a joke, don't be mad at me little one'

'I'm not "little one", shut your mouth and treat me with respect'

'Aaaaaw, are you mad? How cute! I like it when people like you get angry!', and no, I wasn't kidding.

Should I emphasize the height difference between these two? No, right? Douma had no problem carrying Shinobu by her waist.

She was angry, no, she was pissed off, how dare he grab her by the waist? She tried to kick him, but it seems he only found the younger one "nicer."

'GET ME OFF AT ONCE!'

'Ahahaha, how could I? You are so cute! So small that you look like a child! Do you laugh like one?'

He had to be screwing her, really? Well, even though she didn't mean to, Shinobu is human and when she felt a squeeze on her hips, she had to fight the smile that threatened to form on her face.

'Woww, how cute! You are so cute! Why don't you let me hear your laugh? It sure is adorable!'

'Fu-fuhuck... Yo-yoho-yohohou...!'

'You even insult! Hahahaha, come on, let me hear more of your laugh, it's so cute and-! Hey!', and no, Shinobu did what she wanted to do for so long.

A kick in the chest and then one in the face, finally, she was able to get all her anger out, although it was only two kicks, she was calm.

'I think we should no longer see each other, thank you for your time and your attention, I'm sorry for the kicks'

'I hope fate finds us again, Miss Ayami... Or rather... Shinobu?'

At what time? How the hell did he know? She was very careful, how the hell could he know?!

The only thing she saw of "Gi" was how he walked away and gave her a "kind" look, she didn't trust that look, something bad would happen...

Explanation of the II AU: It is an AU where everything is an act, therefore, the relationships are not the same. The Douma actor and the Shinobu actress actually get along quite well

We go back to the Red Light District arc, just as Gyutaro and Ume's past was coming to light, when a "cut" interrupted the recording.

'Good shot, see you here tomorrow!', what time would it be? Well, it was clear that it was already night, too night.

'My my, looks like your big scene will have to wait until tomorrow, huh?'

'Oh, look who we have here, the insect hashira. Hahahaha, how was my scene?'

'Well, we'll see how good the special effects will be this time, I'm surprised by that mannequin, it looks so realistic!'

'Yes, I was really delighted with the result, and it's so light, even a person like you could carry it without any problem hahaha'

'Oh, shut up, you idiot hahaha!'

They both signed, now they could leave quietly, and if you ask them, yes, despite the fact that the story was written that they would be "enemies", behind the screens, they were good friends.

'Well, meet my girlfriend, hehehehe, Kanroji, this is Douma, he's a friend of mine and Kanae'

'It's nice to meet you, Douma! Shinobu has told me a lot about you!'

'Aaaaw, how cute, and you said you hated me to death hahaha'

'Of course I do, we're enemies!', they both approached, somewhat intimidating, but just looking into each other's eyes made them laugh and move away, high-fiving.

However, there was another surprise, Shinobu did not expect Douma to have a partner, and not just anyone, it was the actor from the upper moon 1, Kokushibo, or as Douma called him, 'Mikat'.

'Oh my! I didn't know you two had something!'

'Well, you know, those behind the scenes always help hahaha'

'I'm happy for you, friend, one and two together, ha, how ironic'

'Yes, of course, well, Douma had a double date planned, do you want to go or prefer? Let's go to his house and order something to eat?'

'I think it would be better at home, we can prepare something else, we don't need to go out to expensive places, do you agree, little butterfly?'

'Yes yes, of course, come on my chestnut~', yep, those were the nicknames between both girlfriends

Once at home, they ordered something to eat, the food would take a while to arrive, so they would talk in the meantime, although a certain redhead didn't look so happy.

'Why do you look angry?'

'Isn't the closeness of those two strange?'

'Naaaah, I don't think so, hey, I'll give you some advice, let your partner have friends, it's normal for him to have and get along with them. Don't be so jealous, because in a certain part, you distrust your partner, so, stay calm, he loves you, so there's no reason to feel jealous, okay?'

'I think so, it's my first relationship so...'

'Aaaaw, how cute! I'm sure he's not doing it to make you jealous!'

But, on the other hand...

'What if we pretend to be actors and make a drama?'

'Hahahaha, how you like to put your partners to the test'

'Hehehe, well, what do you say, is that a yes or a no?'

'I would accept, if my girlfriend wasn't here, I respect her, so no'

Well, there was no problem with Douma, he understood it, besides, it was an inside joke between them, so there was nothing wrong.

'Uuuuuh, someone cares what her girlfriend thinks~'

'Stohohop... I hahahatehe it whehen yo-yohohou do thihihihis!'

'You love me, I know it! Come on, admit, you're worried about what Mitsuri thinks~'

'Yohohohour fu-fuhuhuckihihing nails bohohother me! Gehehet ohohohof!!', don't worry, it was a friendly game.

Maybe, when you liked someone, one of your friends started poking your sides while singing that you liked that person, well, they did it to me...

'See? They're just good friends, there's no reason to distrust'

'Although they both behave like children, don't you think?'

'Naaaah, calm down, relax your mind! No problem, if it bothers you so much, why don't we join them while we wait for the food?'

'It seems good to me'

Oh well, it seems that this game between both friends will now be between couples

Explanation of the III AU: It's almost like the previous one, however, this happens almost on the same set, kind of like a blooper

'And then I devoured your sister Kanao...'

'CUT! IT'S KANAE, NOT KANAO!'

'It's not my fault you guys gave them similar names! Hey!'

'My sister's name is Kanae! Ka-Na-E! Idiot!', time for a break.

Douma couldn't help laughing while Shinobu was hitting his head with her katana, it honestly didn't hurt, but it was already the 15th mistake they had made that day, it was inevitable, that's why they shouldn't have put them together, they were just laughing.

'And now, I'm supposed to devour you?'

'Idiot, say it right! They can think wrong!'

'Hey, you were the one who thought wrong! Hahahaha, well what then? The part where I eat you?'

'Nooooo hahahahaha, that's worse!'

'CUT, GET SERIOUS!'

These two together did not know the word "serious."

We moved on to the action scene, where Kanao encountered the fate that had befallen her sister.

She was furious until the chapter ended, with Shinobu being absorbed by Douma, although of course, they would leave that to the animations.

'Nice shot! Where is Inosuke?! He has to enter the scene soon!', well, there's another hour of rest (joke)

Wherever Inosuke was hiding, he was making their job difficult and they had a rule that they couldn't move unless the director allowed it.

'This is uncomfortable, seriously..'

'Uncomfortable for you? And me?! Uncomfortable for me that I have to support your weight!', Shinobu gasped.

She wasn't fat, was she? She looked at her belly and touched it, damn Douma, she wasn't fat and if she was, she was full of love.

'Hey, don't move! Then the directors will scold us!'

'It's your fault, you called me fat!'

'But what do you want me to do? Look at those rolls!'

And no, even if he had preferred to give it a squeeze, it would ruin his nails, so his fan also helped.

'Yohohou fuhuhuckihing bastahahard!'

'Shinobu-San! You can't move!'

'I know! Fuhuhuckihing stohohohop!'

'Hahahaha, admit you're chubby'

'Fuhuhuhuhuck yohohohohou!!!'

Fortunately, they left Shinobu there, Inosuke arrived so the scene could continue filming