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outermaybanks · 6 months ago

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Out of the Woods - ch 2

a/n: okay i know this is an oc fic and that's not everyone's cup of tea which is so totally fine, im just curious would it be better to make each chapter longer like 3k-6k words, or should i keep them shorter but there'd be a lot of them? pls

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Kie liked to fill the silence with question games. Usually basic ones, but we’d already run through most of those.

“So when are you gonna tell JJ about your huge crush on him?” Kie asked suddenly, making my head whip around. Pope began laughing hysterically which just made me more flustered.

“Shut up, Kie. Pope, stop laughing!” I scolded, dipping my hand in the water to splash it at him, but that just made him laugh more and now Kiara was joining in.

“Fuck you both!” I said, fighting out giggles myself as Kie splashed me back. When it died down, it felt heavy, like the unanswered question was still aching to be answered.

“Well I think you guys would be good together.” Kie spoke up, obviously feeling the tension.

“Yeah, like fire and gasoline.” Pope teased, earning a smack on the arm from Kie.

“You know the rules. No Pogue-on-Pogue macking,” I said.

“No one actually follows that rule.” Pope said and I rolled my eyes.

“Fine. Something else. What’s your biggest pet peeve?” Kie asked.

“When people pry into my love life.” I teased, earning a middle finger from Kie, giggling.

“What about you?” Pope asked, bumping Kie’s shoe with his.

“My biggest pet peeve? When people give one percent to the environment.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“We only have one Earth, Pope. We should be giving it 100 percent bare minimum.”

“Right… that’s not fiscally sound.”

“Neither is destroying the only planet we have to live on.”

I saw blue cars pulling up. “Hey, hey, hey- cops.” I said, interrupting their debate.

“Shit.” Kie mumbled.

“Call them.” Pope instructed.

“I can’t. Towers are down.” Kie slowly stood and hid behind some debris, we followed behind her.

“If I lose my merit scholarship, I’m gonna kill someone,” Pope whispered as we found a place to hide. We tried to listen in, and Pope said maybe they wouldn’t go up there, but Kie wasn’t as optimistic.

“Follow me.” I said, keeping low and sneaking over to the building to go to the other side where the boys had gone into the room. We could see them through the window.

Pope bent down to pick up a rock, but totally missed, so me and Kie picked some up and we all started throwing rocks, aiming for the window. Once one hit the glass, John B’s face appeared in the window and we all motioned that he needed to go, Pope whispering “cops”, as if John B could hear him.

John B disappeared in an instant and I felt my stomach drop. What was the charge for sneaking into someone else’s hotel room?

“C’mon!” Kie said, grabbing my arm and pulling me. We ran to get back on the boat, with Kiara at the wheel.

“Should we peel?” Kie asked.

“Never leave a Pogue behind.” Pope answered. I was still catching my breath, watching the hotel for any signs of them catching JJ and John B.

“Seriously, should we peel?” Kie asked again.

“Maybe..” Pope answered and I smacked his arm. Just then, the window opened, and JJ and John B climbed out, standing on the ledge on either side of the window.

“What the fuck are they doing?” I asked. Both boys looked like they were having fun. They weren’t rushing to climb down, even though I’ve seen JJ jump from higher. Then something fell from his pocket my breath caught in my throat. The cop looked out the window, so we all turned as if we were just talking. Then they left, and the boys came down, laughing from the adrenaline.

John B quickly got us out of there and the two began telling us what they saw, and how the cops took everything. I was sitting on the front of the boat, trying to figure out the feeling in my stomach.

“Scooch.” JJ said, walking over to me.

“Fuck off.” I retorted, making him raise an eyebrow at me.

“What’s your problem?”

Instead of answering, I scooted over. “Are you seriously mad at me? You guys could have warned us sooner.” “Well, we would’ve, but Pope was on the math team.” Kie teased. JJ kept his eyes on me, like he was unsure of me.

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene.” John B spoke up.

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked.

“Hmm…Did we find anything?” JJ said, digging into his pockets, only to pull out a stack of cash and a gun. “No, I don’t think so. Oh, yeah, we did.”

I jumped up to get away from the gun. Pope stepped forward, pulling me back behind him to be further from the gun.

“What the hell?” Pope asked at the same time that Kiara said, “Dude, what?”

“Dude, chill. Come on.”

“Why would you take that from a crime scene?” Pope scolded in disbelief.

Kie turned to John B, Pope started panicking over his scholarship, and JJ tried to reassure him it was fine. Once Pope gave up, sitting back down, JJ turned to look at me, holding the gun up.

“It’s fine, Junie, look.” JJ tried to reassure me, but I wouldn’t even look at him. “Bug..” JJ tried again. Bug was his nickname for me, when I was a kid, my mom would call me Junebug, but when I found out that junebugs were the stinky ones, I made her stop. JJ, upon learning that fact, picked up on calling me bug.

John B pulled up to the docks, but we noticed a huge group of people, so we hung out under a canopy to watch the chaos.

“Junie, c’mon, we’re not 12 anymore you can’t give me the silent treatment when you’re mad at me.” JJ practically pleaded. He was wrong, silent treatment was the best punishment for JJ, it wasn’t the silence that drove him nuts, it was the fact he knew I was upset with him.

“Did you hear something, Kie?” I asked, making her roll her eyes.

“Real mature.” JJ grumbled, John B chuckled watching the whole thing unfold. But then, some of the people cleared, and we could see what was causing the chaos, a dead body. A crab fisherman called it in, found him in the Marsh. One of the girl’s that liked to follow JJ around said he was Scooter Grubbs, and that he was out in the storm. “I got a pic, check it out. Dead body.” The girl, Samantha I think, showed each of us the picture, causing me to grimace when I got a peek as she showed it to JJ. “That’s morbid,” I mumbled, grimacing as I turned my head away.

“What kind of boat did he have?” JJ asked.

“Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-White. Everyone’s out looking for it.” We all exchanged looks.

Pope had to run home, but the rest of us went back to the Chateau, sitting in the mudroom. JJ fidgeted with the lighter I got him. “Junie, you talking to me yet?” JJ asked.

“Hey, Jeeb?” I said, getting John B to turn to look at me. “Yeah, Junes?”

“Does JJ still have that stolen crime scene gun?” I asked.

“Mmmm yeah, looks like it.”

“Oh, okay” I said, going back to drawing on the whites of my shoes with a sharpie.

The door flew open, getting my attention. “Okay, so, um… we didn’t see anything. We don’t know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia.” Pope said, sitting beside Kie.

“Actually, Pope’s right for once. See, I agree with you sometimes.” JJ stood up. “Deny, deny, deny.”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money.” Kie spoke up.

“Okay- not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.” JJ retorted.

“We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise, it’s bad karma.”

“Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too. We gotta go dark.”

“If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree.” JJ said.

“I don’t agree.” John B chimed in.

“What? Why?” JJ asked.

“Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than $40 in his pocket, and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady-White? Just sayin’.”

This would become the topic of discussion all day, John B just couldn’t let it go, bringing it back up while Pope and JJ fished, and me and Kie shared a blunt.

“Alright, so think about it, Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?” John B asked.

“Prostitution,” Pope answered flatly, focusing on fishing.

“Square groupers, bro,” John B corrected. “Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don’t do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?”

“They were straight smuggling’,” JJ answered. I looked over my shoulder at him, only to find his eyes already on me. I turned back around.

“Smugglin’. And I guarantee there’s a serious amount of contraband in that wreck,” John B argued.

“Hell yeah. Oh-” JJ was interrupted by his line moving and quickly started reeling in a fish.

After we went back inside, this time, Pope was the one to bring it up.

“For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it… it probably belongs to someone else,” Pope pointed out.

“Minor details,” Kie spoke up.

“They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid,” Pope argued.

“Right, well,” JJ said, leaning over to take the stack of money from Pope before fanning out the cash. “Stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal.” JJ finished.

“Right. And how exactly do we do that?” Pope asked. Yep, they won him over.

“Kegger?” Kie suggested, and we all looked around at each other, smiles growing on our faces.

©outermaybanks 2024

#outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x oc #ootw

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stonyponyofficial · 1 year ago

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hai! i was tagged in a question thing by none other than @warioigottawin so now im gonna answer a few questions for the nice audience here tonight.

Fav color: well u see :3 i am violet... and, as it turns out, my favorite color, despite the rumors, is purple 💜

Currently reading: im still working on the bocchi manga :3 i havent gotten to it in a bit but with the new kessoku band songs i perhaps should return to it

Last song: um thi s is absolutely a spoiler for a certain set of summer songs but ive been listening to this band operation sodasteal a lot recently, and my last song is the opener, DESCENT2EARTH on their album slaney vs sodasteal. give it a listen. perhaps it will be a sound of the summer :3c

Last series: hmmmmm deciding how i want to answer this. the last thing i watched was some spongebob last night before bed, BUT the last series i finished in full is the third installment of an anime called Teekyuu. its allegedly about girls in their high school tennis club but thats debatable, theyre off doing completely different shit. its so fast paced, like each episode is only 2 minutes making each 12-episode season like half an hour. but its so fast with jokes and dialogue i have to pause and go back a lot. its a very silly anime :3 there are 9 seasons of this!

Last movie: Jack and Jill (2011) starring Adam Sandler next question

Sweet, spicy, or savory: hmmm sweet for sure out of these, bc a girl loves her yummy sweet treats, but i would choose sour over everything if it were here.

Craving: just some instant ramen with all my usual fixings sounds good tbh. im. quite hungry actually. maybe ill eat something when im done with this.

Tea vs. coffee: i always have a gut instinct to answer coffee bc im not really a fan of hot tea which is how i imagine the platonic ideal of Tea in my head u know? and i do love a good chocolate minty coffeey beverage... but if were going off volume of drink then its tea 100% bc i destroy arizona teas like theyre nothing to me. but trust me, they are my world.

Currently working on: ahahaaaa ohhh well uhh... :) just doin my violet thing.... yknow... searching for truth.. falling asleep atop flowery hills on sunny days.... noticing..... yeah just the usual stuff i usually do.

uhhhhhm as for who to tag in this...... ill do @a-little-bit-poss, and @kiwi-draws! idk if theres a certain amount im supposed to do but uh yeah its them :3 and ofc anyone who wants is free to lie and say i tagged them. even the people i tagged can lie and say i didnt tag them if they dont wanna do it. people free to make choices.... the world is like a video game in this way, and few others.

#violet originals #thanks again for tagging me char :3

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juhaksworld · 3 years ago

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TBZ reactions to you being scared and asking to sleep with them

best friends au [ I REPEAT, THIS IS A FRIEND IMAGINE]

note:: pls excuse the incorrect and super random grammar T___T i swear i know how to properly use grammar but i get mixed between using proper and random/casual grammar while writing...so it’s kinda a mess ;-;

Sangyeon:

Would be all worried about you asking if you were gonna be ok. Ofc you could stay with him! He’d offer to sleep on the floor so you could have the bed to yourself and not invade your privacy. If you were really scared and wanted him on the bed too he’d be a little embarrassed but would do anything to make sure you were ok. Would stay up and talk with you if you wanted to. Would play card games with you, make some tea (with you hovering around bc you were too scared to be left in the room alone lmao) and would tuck you in like a mother hen and then stay on his phone to keep awake until he was sure you fell back asleep.

Jacob:

Very concerned that you had a nightmare again. He knew you struggled with nightmares sometimes and he wishes there was something he could do to get rid of them forever. As soon as he entered the room looking frightened he opened his arms so you ran over and dove into them burying your head on his shoulder and trying not to cry. Asks you if you’ll be ok to go back to sleep after a few minutes and then that’s when you ask if you can stay with him. He agrees readily. let’s you pick whether you both stay up talking and playing games all night or actually finding separate places to sleep in the room,, bc jacob was kinda shy when it came to sharing a bed, even if you were lifelong friends...it would still be awkward.

Younghoon:

Flustered to the max! but he would feel really bad turning you away bc he knows that when you’re scared at night you get no sleep...and well, sleep is important, so he gives in and agrees after a while of debating with himself. he lets you sleep on the bed and he sleeps on the floor next to the bed so he isn’t far away from you, but he’s not too close either. asks you if you need anything else and bc he can’t fall back asleep right away he quietly says your name every so often to see if you were able to go back to sleep or not. once you don’t answer anymore, indicating you were asleep, he feels better and goes to sleep himself again.

Hyunjae:

Laughs at you for being scared but then is like “YEAH OFC!!! COME HERE!!! IT’S SO COMFY HERE!!” and aggressively pats the bed beside him. You go sit beside him, scared. And then he kinda feels bad for laughing so he makes it up to you by building a blanket fort and turns on music and talks with you about any and everything, including the nightmare you had, which makes you feel a lot better and you end up falling asleep in the middle of the fort on the bed so he has to sleep on the floor, which isn’t so bad but ofc he teases you about kicking him out of his own bed the next day.

Juyeon:

*blinks* “yeah ofc!” but inside he’s kinda freaking out. His girl best friend wanting to sleep in the same bed? That’s…… kinda awkward ngl! but you were sorta like a little sister to him so he wants to make sure you’re ok, that’s why he agrees. gets a different blanket for himself and then moves to the VERY edge of the bed making sure you have enough space and don’t feel uncomfortable at all. he can tell by the way you’re moving around a lot and not breathing at a steady pace that you’re still awake, so he starts talking quietly with you. telling you cute stories from when he was a kid, taking time to add in pretty and calming details to the story so they would replace the thoughts in your head keeping you awake. smiles and relaxes once he notices you fell asleep.

Kevin:

Downright flirts with you at first bc he thought you were joking at first. “can i sleep with you, kevin? im having really bad dreams.” “oohh what’s this?” he says with a mischievous grin,, but you don’t smile back so he immediately changes his tone and tells you to come sit with him on the edge of his bed. he asks you if talking about the dream would make you feel better? it would,, so he pulls in a comfy chair from another room, lets you get comfortable in the bed and then he himself curls up in a ball with a blanket in the chair next to the bed and you talk for hours. later he goes and makes some tea for you but when he comes back into his room, you’re fast asleep. he’s very relieved and for a while sits up thinking about the things you both talked about before going to sleep himself in his chair.

Chanhee:

Immediately lets you come stay with him. Even though you’ve been besties you entire lives, he still asks if you be ok with him staying in the same bed. You are bc you know chanhee doesn’t move around in his sleep and without a doubt he’d leave you alone on your side of the bed until you woke up on your own the next morning. Talks with you reassuringly and makes up really pretty stories so you’ll dream about those things instead. Is kinda like a mom and discusses thoughts and fears you’ve been having that would bring on bad dreams. Tries to figure things out with you without being invasive of your privacy. Tells you everything is alright and he’ll protect you before you both go to sleep. leaves a small light on for you bc that makes you feel more safe.

Changmin:

Sad. As soon as you timidly enter his room asking to stay with him bc you’re scared he’s really sad. Wishes he could physically fight the bad dreams you have so they’d leave you alone. Asks you what would make you feel better and when you say being close to someone you trust, he gives you a hug and then lets you lean your head on his shoulder while you both sit in silence. Gets another blanket and wraps you up like a burrito bc that makes you feel safe (why do blankets make you feel invincible..? i’ll never know) anyways then he turns on a movie for you to both watch until you fall asleep. DOES NOT LET HIMSELF FALL ASLEEP UNTIL YOU’RE SOUNDLY ASLEEP FIRST. waits a while until he’s sure you’re not having bad dreams again and then turns off the movie for himself to fall asleep.

Haknyeon:

Gets super worried. asks you if you’re gonna be ok like a thousand times until you tell him just being with another person, especially someone you’re close to makes you feel better. takes you to the kitchen and makes you a light midnight snack and then sits you on the couch beside him and tells you to tell him the dream, knowing that discussing it with someone would make it less of a burden to your mind. doesn't just say things like “you’ll be alright” “it’s all fake, don’t worry” “it’s gone now” he actually helps you realize why you’re having dreams like that, why you’re afraid, and then reassures you. after the free therapy sessions with hak, you go back to bed, but he goes with you and stays with you until you’re asleep. he talks with you while laying on the chair in your room and watches a movie with you and then quietly tip toes out of the room.

Sunwoo:

Gets shy. not bc he’s being a pesky boy, and teasing you, but bc he feels so honored almost and protective of you when you came to him when you’re afraid. on the outside he’s like “yeah ofc! you can stay with me as long as you like,, i’ll keep you safe” and gives you a soft bear hug….but on the inside he’s like “aww really?? You came to me bc you’re afraid?? That’s so sweet! But so sad that you’re scared,, but i sort of feel like a mother rn...but I like it????” and he’s just all flustered about how to make you feel better the best way possible. So he offers his bed and you talk for a while and he gives you great words of wisdom that make you feel like everything will always be alright as long as you have sunwoo as your bsf nearby and then you watch a movie until you fall asleep again and then he goes and sleeps on the couch.

Eric:

It was late when you woke up from your bad dream so you’re not sure if eric will even still be awake or not. Luckily for you he is,, bc if he was asleep you wouldn’t be able to wake him up. He’s very tired though and doesn’t fully process what you’re saying at first until you mention having a nightmare and wanting to stay the night in his room. Then he wakes up fully. Is super worried about you having a nightmare. But like he’s so tired,, but he’s so worried about you..so he asks if it’s ok for you to just cuddle up in another blanket on the other side of the bed or would you rather stay up and talk about the dream. You can tell he’s super tired and you know being in the same room as someone else will already make you feel better so after he gets you a blanket you just go back to sleep. Eric though,, even though he was very sleepy,, stays awake until he hears you sleeping.

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #the boyz ff #the boyz fluff #sangyeon #jacob bae #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin moon #chanhee #changmin #haknyeon #sunwoo #eric sohn #haks smile gives life

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writing-shroom · 3 years ago

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Hooo congrats for 200 <3 (this for the 200 event)

Heyoo:D oml oml ive never done a request before so baban I’m nervous ahhh I’m sorry if I did this wrong 🥲

Can I request prompts 6 and 40 with Kyōjurō ( if not kyo, then giyuu or uzui pls🌟) i watched mugen train last week and I’m dying so please can make it fluffy and just the kny au? That makes sense right? Like no au just the world they live in I’m confused uuih no preference really for type, just do whatever is easier for you <3 I was thinking maybe smth just domestic and soft because I’m a softie for soft things :D sry if this wasn’t clear enough

Byebye!! Have a great day shroomie~

(Can I call you that?)

No place like home // R. Kyojuro x Reader || 200 Celebration

Pairing: R.Kyojuro x reader [KNY au, yes this is to poke fun at tea /j /lh]

Summary/Prompts: You were patiently waiting by the engawa for your love to come home, just as you were about to retire to bed, a fire tipped haori caught your eye. Prompts 6 + 40; "Can you hold something for me?" "Yeah sure,,,dear that's your hand." "I know" + Clinging hugs, not wanting let go in fear of losing them.

Words: 2,1K words

Warning: TW! Mentions of injuries, no mcd we're not doing that here nonono, im not gonna hurt y'all like that. Not proofreaded (?), you've been warned.

Gender neutral reader!

a/n: teeeaaaaa my bestie how you've been :DD i just talked to you a few hours ago but still, i never wrote for kyojuro before i hope i do his character right .m. but i just had to! we need to keep san loyal here 👏👏😂 /lh /j

You scrunched your face, the cold nighttime wind made your hair smack against your cheeks. Puffing away the stray strands away from your eye, you sighed and brought your knees to your chin.

"(Y/N)-san? What are you still doing awake?"

Yelping, you abruptly turned around. Only to find little Senjuro standing by the sliding doors.

"I could ask you the same thing Sen," You jested, wrapping your arms around your legs tucked under your chin. "Kyojuro wouldn't be happy to see you staying up so late."

He sat down next to you, fiddling with his fingers.

"I know, but I couldn't sleep." Another sign of his anxiousness were his feet swinging back and forth off the side of the engawa. "Not when aniki's on a mission."

Feeling your heart sink, you sighed and pulled Senjuro to your side. "He'll come home, like he always does remember?"

Was that meant to comfort him or you? You weren't really sure, but you knew it didn't really work on either of you. Kyojuro always came home, he promised he would.

But, this mission felt different.

A train was being suspected of demon activity, mugen train if you remembered correctly. Normally when your boyfriend would go on his mission you had not a single doubt that he would be coming home, you had gotten used to it.

This time however, something didn't feel right. He should be back by now.

"Come Senjuro, let's get you to bed," You coaxed, ruffling his hair. "Then when you have enough energy in the morning, we can make some snacks for when Kyo comes back."

He debated over the idea, on one hand he wants to stay up with you but on the other he was really sleepy. The yawn escaping his mouth was proof of it. And it didn't help that you were running your hand soothingly across his back, you were trying to get him to sleep and he knew it.

Giving in he nodded sleepily, letting you pulled him by the hand to his bedroom.

"Good night Sen," You got an incoherent mumble and a loose hug as your response, he meant well though, he's just really tired.

Sliding his bedroom door shut you stepped back, maybe you should've tried to comfort him more. But what else could you say? Sighing you massaged your temple and walked down the hall.

You should probably head to bed too.

It didn't matter if he came home littered with cuts and bruises, Kyojuro would be worried sick if he found out that you stayed up all night waiting for him. Shaking your head laughing fondly at the memory, still remembering the way he was racing around the place, panicking over the fact that you had a cold.

Taking the scenic route, you walked pass the entrance, wanting to check in one last time. Just in case he came home tonight.

Staying there for a few minute, you sighed disappointedly when you didn't see his oh so familiar red tipped golden hair coming towards you. Guess it's bed for you then.

Breathing out on your freezing hands you walked slowly round the corner, you hoped he was warm where ever he was. As you were about to disappear behind the corner a fire bordered haori appeared in the corner of you eye.

He's home

Spinning around you took a double take, just incase it was your sleep deprived mind playing tricks on you. But no, there he was, standing up with the help of some kakushi but he was there.

"Kyo!"

He wasn't expecting you to be up, his surprise was evident with the way his body straighten out suddenly, trying to walk to you but failing. The two kakushi at his side panicked momentary to catch him, but they sighed in relief when they did.

"(Y/N)? What you doing up? You should be sleeping," He asked when you rushed over to meet them in the middle.

A quick chat with the kakushi brought you up to date, upper moon three had unexpectedly appeared during his mission. Luckily he had manage to hold it in a stand still until sunrise, where the demon fled to hide from the morning sun.

But of course, he suffered some injuries, some more serious than others.

Trapping Kyojuro within your embrace you helped him stand upright in place of the two kakushi, who had already said their farewells and now are just leaving. Once you couldn't hear their footsteps anymore, you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

"My dear what's wrong?"

You but your lip, tightening your arms around him, not wanting to let go incase you actually did fall asleep and this was all just a dream. It never occurred to you how easy it was for you to lose him while he's on a mission miles away, but seeing him stagger in —barely being able to stand by himself and covered in bandages— it shook you body and mind.

Pinching your eyes shut, you ignored the tears rolling down your face and clutched onto the back of his clothing, sending your gratitude to what ever powers that lies above for letting him come home to you and Senjuro.

While the sun rose behind you, the both of you stayed there for a few more minutes. Just soaking in each other's warmth or a little while longer, squeezing him one last time you stepped back a little —you figured it was time for him to get some rest after such a tiring mission.

Kyojuro whined when he couldn't feel your embrace any more, making you giggle and sling his arm over your should to keep him balanced.

"We can cuddle later, right now you need to get some rest," You tried reasoning, laughing when your boyfriend retorted that cuddling you is resting.

Leading him to your shared room, you helped him sit down at the futon and handed him some clothes to change into before rushing off to get some water. Not only for him to drink but to wash away some of the grim they couldn't clean in the rush to cover his wounds.

You'll have to make a quick trip to the butterfly estate to get more salves and gauze, but that didn't matter, Kyo was home now.

Taking one step into your bedroom you burst into a fit of laughter when you walked in on your said boyfriend struggling to get his hair in order, some of it disobeying him entirely and made a crown of spiked up fire-like hair surrounding his head.

Hearing the sound of your laughter, Kyojuro froze and looked up at you as best he can from underneath all the hair falling in front of his face.

While he was being dazzled by you, his grip became loose and now even more of his red tipped locks fell on his face. Spluttering and blowing away some of it, his vision only partly came back when you brushed a portion away. Still chuckling, you continued sweeping away his hair from his eyes.

"There we go," Grabbing a brush, you gently combed through his hair, untangling any knots you find along the way.

Meanwhile Kyojuro sat there obediently and simply enjoyed the feeling of your fingers brushing his hair, humming contently when you message his scalp lightly. He'll say hello to Senjuro in the morning, he didn't want to wake him up in the middle of the night after all.

Feeling your hands move from his hair to his shoulders, he pulled on them to bring you forward, making you press against his back. You propped your chin up against his shoulder, in return he turned slightly to nuzzle his cheek against yours.

Circling your arms around his shoulders you placed a kiss against his temple, intertwining his hands with yours he breathed out.

He was glad to be home.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Kyojuro woke up again, but he didn't want to just yet. Rolling over to his side, he tried reaching over to hug you, only to grab a pillow instead.

'Wait, this isn't (Y/N).'

Groggily blinking at the pillow, it took him a moment to finally realise that you weren't in bed with him.

Pouting a bit he grunted as he tried sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Kyojuro looked around the room to see if you where there or not. Sniffing the air however he smelled someone cooking sweet potatoes, oh he knew where you were.

"(Y/N)-san! I'm going to clean up the garden," Senjuro said taking off his apron. "I'll go extra fast though! So I can come back when aniki's awake."

Chuckling you set down the knife and pat his head, "Okay but, don't rush yourself Sen."

Leaving with a nod, he went out to do the task while you finished up preparing lunch. Nothing but the quiet thuds of your knife cutting through vegetables could be heard in the kitchen.

While normally you would trust Senjuro to cut the vegetables while you could clean up the house. He's so excited that his brother's home, that he wants to get through his chores as quick as possible, and it was less likely for him to get hurt with a broom than it is a knife.

Speaking of which,

"Good morning my dearest," A voice said behind you while wrapping their arms around your waist.

"It's the afternoon Kyojuro, but yes good morning darling." Looking behind you, you scrunched your face when you were met with a kiss in between your eyebrows.

"Can I help you in anyway?" He asked, like every other time you were in the kitchen, still tilting his head to the side cutely as always.

"No no no, you're injured therefor have to rest," Setting down the knife again, you tried shooing him away back to the bedroom. The attempt was unsuccessful since he simply shuffled to side a lil to avoid your pushing.

Crossing your arms, you and Kyojuro entered a staring match. It was a wonder how you even lasted five seconds against his pleading eyes, sighing you gave up and linked your arms together so you could guide him over to the kitchen counter to help you with the vegetables.

Happy with his new job, he worked by your side, both of your cracking a few jokes here and there or maybe starting up a new conversation.

Finally after roughly half an hour you were done. Wiping down the table, you took off your apron and was about to call Senjuro back for lunch.

"Can you hold something for me?" It was an innocent question, so you went along with it.

"Yeah sure,,,dear that's your hand."

"I know"

Looking up at your boyfriend, who had a cheeky grin on his face, you rolled your eyes at his cheesiness and pecked his cheek so he would let you go for a just little bit. But when you tried walking away you were stopped by Kyojuro still holding your hand.

Huffing affectionately and you let him twirl you back into his arms. "Hun you are being really sweet right now and I think it's absolutely adorable," You started, poking his nose playfully. "But I need to get Senjuro for lunch."

Perking up at the mention of his brother, Kyojuro's eyebrows shot up as he grinned. "Where is he by the way? I tried looking for him but i couldn't find him."

"Aniki!"

Came another voice behind him, swiftly turning around he spotted Senjuro running towards him.

"Right there," You answered too late, the brothers were already hugging. Each had wide grins, and you could maybe see a few tears pricking out of the corners of Senjuro's eyes. You'll wiped his face later, going to set the table you let them have their moment.

It was much too sweet for you to interrupt anyways.

Taking a sip of tea from your cup, you sat at your end of the table gazing at the bright blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds. What a nice day to be together.

woof another one done :3 eee can't believe im your first request ;w; i hope i did it justice lovely! reading ur request was so cute, never stop being cute hun. nothin like a bit of soft angst to make the fluff even sweeter, and yes you can absolutely call me shroomy please do not stop. Remember to stay safe and hydrated lovelies! Hope everyone had a good day, and I'll see you in the next fic :DD

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technowoah · 3 years ago

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Hey I know it's very unlikely for you to probably read my request but i till wanted to try

I really loved your technobalde oneshot it was honestly written so well and i was just hoping that maybe you'll write a third part to "Rather Be Devisive Than Indecisive''

Thank you

Rather be Devisive than Indecisive pt 3

Technoblade shows up unannounced at your house with some news and a little bit of hope.

- requested!

- platonic Technoblade x gen nuteral reader

- part 1 - part 2

⚠︎: swearing, angst, fluff, a small drabble. Not proofread

An// im back! Hopefully this is good im cold btw. This maybe the end of this small series unless you guys want small drabbles like this 🤧 hope you guys enjoy. Dang this is short 😭 ugh

The wind tapped harshly against the windows of your house making the windows rattle and the house seem to be floating on air. You had the fire going inside bringing in most of the warmth inside. Even though you were sheltered from the harsh, icy, winter snow and winds you had your outside coat and boots on. There was no such thing as heaters where you were, so you debated on staring another fire, or setting your house on fire to get warm.

You finally gotton two tea cups and placed them down before sitting on the end of the table. You started to sip carefully from your cup as you watched the man across from you refuse to take the cup of tea that you have him.

Technoblade had come over your house, un-announced shivering from the cold. He was basically turing blue. You had rushed him inside of your house starting a fire and scolding him for coming all the way out to your home.

You had been thinking about moving to a isolated area a while ago when technoblade and wilbur had blown up L'Manburg. You had recently gotton the chance to move after Technoblade's failed execution. You lived in ghe middle of nowhere. You had tamed horses, and raised a nice farm outside of the city. The only way you could get inside of the city is by horse and even so it took a while to even see city lights, so of course you scolded him for traveling out here.

Now he had his arms crossed wile he was shivering not drinking the tea you had so graciously given him.

"I guess I wasted tea huh?" You sighed into your cup. "If you're not gonna drink it I will, im freezing."

"You're freezing?" Techno scoffed.

"Yes. Im freezing." You emphasized.

"I think im getting frost bite."

"Then fucking drink the tea I made you!" You snapped at him. You didnt mean to, but he deserved it.

He finally picked up the mug with shaking hands and bring the tea to his lips. You could see him physically relax with the steam hitting his face.

You hadn't spoken to Technoblade since he left on his horse to God knows where. You had moved out here and never spoken to that many people since. You had kept ties with Tommy, Niki, and Quackity but the rest did even care enough to send you a letter.

Technoblade has gone silent while slowly breathing and sipping the tea. You made a mental note to get up soon a make more. There was a comforting silence between you two which was weird. You questioned it in your head while you sipped on your tea as well.

You were too nervous to ask what he had been up to and why he was here, so you gotton up from your chair and walked across the creaking floorboard to a radio you had. Technoblade watched your movements while you turned it on making a little background noise to this scenery.

"The weather here in Las Nevadas is sunny as always-"

"Las Nevadas?" Technoblade asked.

"Do you not want this radio? I mean its the only radio around." You asked oblivious.

Techno shook his head silently. You waited a while and called out his name.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here?"

He sighed and sat his mug down. His posture was more relaxed and you were glad he was finally warm.

"I wanted to see of you were okay. And I've gone through some shit."

You dismissed the first bit not wanting to go deeper into that now. "What kind of shit?"

"I got arrested." He spoke calmly.

"Wha-?!"

"And I escaped."

"Wait!"

"And broke back into prison."

"Techno!"

"To save Dream, and Ranboo." He paused for a bit. You would've interrupted him but no words had come out of your mouth. Technoblade continues to talk.

"Ranboo died, and me and Dream escaped."

"Ranboo died?!" You yelled at him. "How could you?!"

"I tried to save him Y/N. You gotta believe me." He pleaded without looking at you.

"I- I believe you, but-." You couldn't quite grasp that Ranboo was dead. You couldn't grasp that Dream was alive and walking around either.

Your mind wandered to a day where Tommy visited you in the spring. He was distraught when he arrived asking for your advice. You both were planting vegetables in your garden to calm him down when he had blurted out that Wilbur was alive. You had no idea what to do with that information. You weren't scared, when he told you Wilbur's vague plans. But now with Dream and Wilbur back History seemed to repeat.

"How could you?" You whispered again.

"Y/n-"

"You keep on putting out lives in danger Techno!"

"Im not tryna keep anyone safe! Im working for myself!" Techno yelled back then composed himself while still sitting. "Im sorry."

"Are you?"

"For you? Yeah I am." He sighed. "This friendship isnt gonna be the same is it?"

You had a small smile on your face. "Yeah it wont ever be the same."

"Well I see a little bit a kindness toward me." He smirked. "At least you opened the door for me. I would've died."

You stayed silent at the mention of him dying. Thinking of all the possibilities and the chaos that would happen.

"I cant believe you." You said clearly still inside of your mind.

"I cant believe you either."

He didn't say it out of spite, he said it out of admiration. It was your kindness that somehow brung him through the cold tundra to your house. He knew you would listen, he knew you would scold him and he needed that, he knew you will slowly open back up to him so that he can have these talks with you again.

He deserved every scolding that came out of your mouth at that moment. He knows the chaos that he had brung into the world and the chaos he brung inside of your house today. But once that chaos subsides for a bit he hopes to find home back where you are. The only one he would consider a friend.

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saturnsstufff · 4 years ago

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If your requests are open, could you maybe do a C!Techno x Reader? Like, the Butcher Army is there for Techno and Phil wasn't able to give him a\such an early head's up so he's not really prepared, and Quackity has the reader hostage when they show, cause maybe they were outside doing something... You don't have to, of course! -Sugar Anon (may I claim this Anon?)

Ooh! Most definitely! And of course you can claim it your my first anon!🖤

Warnings: Blood, swearing

Techno was a pretty well known man, lets face it. Maybe not in the way you hoped, and in this instance you mean he was wanted.

But you were not awhere of that because you lived with him out in the chilly Tundra. Phil would usally bring you two the new updates and anything you should be aware of. So when he didnt show for his morning tea you were a but skeptical to say the least. But techno had casually shrugged his shoulders, waving it off that he had gotten busy. This was true. Phil was a awfully busy man, he never seemed to stop moving, building, or exploring. So you joined techno on his assumption.

Techno was casually brewing potions that afternoon. Not a uncommon occurance to say the least. You had grown accustomed to seeing the towering man working over his bottles. His large but gentle hands gracefully, and carefully manuvering the glasses to where he pleased.

"Techno love? Im going to go trade these books nearby ok?" You mentioned as you took your cloak. Slipping it on so you could contain your warm. Techno hummed in agreement. Since you were so far from L'amanburg he didn't really mind you walking freely to the nearby village. He actually viewed your common trips as a large help.

"I have seven emeralds in that chest over there, could you see if any of them are willing to trade for a mending book?" He asked well he looked up to you. His reading glasses resting on his nose. You smiled brightly and nodded.

"Of course!" Anything you could do to help you were down to do. L'amanburg wasn't aware Techno had a lover, mostly because Techno didn't want you getting pulled into his rather volient affairs. He viewed them as his battles. Not battles that you had to fight.

Well collecting the gems into your basket he spoke up again, his hand coming to the small of your back. "Take Carl ok? I can't have my princess walking like the peasants do" he said bemused. Pressing a gentle but loving kiss to your forhead.

You leaned into him, enjoying the physical affection he gave you. Techno wasn't one to voice his love Rather, instead he would gift you, or make physical actions twords showing you how much he cared.

You walked out and hopped onto Carl the sturdy, and loyal steed waiting for the new adventure he would be taking. Edging your heels into him you began to head for the forest.

After a while of riding through the woods you began to grow weary. You felt like you were being watched. You were not a Hybrid like Techno so you couldnt smell or hear any abnormalities. But you just knew somthing was off. It was a harsh mental debate on whether to turn around or continue. Ultimately you decided it was best to just turn around. For how on edge you were you figured that telling Techno, and him laughing at you was better than lingering outside anymore.

You pulled the reigins, signaling for Carl to turn, however when you did, someone had jumped onto Carl behind you. Grabbing you tightly to prevent your flailing. You couldnt help the blood curdling scream you let out before your mouth was covered by a hand. You were panicking. You couldnt see your attacker but very well felt them behind you.

"Im gonna make you a deal. Your going to take us back to that nice cottage of yours, or I'll paint your blood all over the snow" the voice sneered next to your ear. "Im going to remove my hand. If you so as utter a word I wont hesatate to get rid of you. Am I clear?" The voice was slow, but threatening. They meant what they said. You could only nod slowly as he removed his hand from your mouth. "In case you get a wild burst of courage... I'll just leave this here" he had taken his sword out. Lingering it by your neck. You didn't know what else to do, so you just took the reigins and slwoly started back home.

When you got to Technoblade's Cottage you were forced off of Carl, the snow did little in softening your fall. You looked up praying thag techno herd some commotion.

"Technoblade get your ass out here!" The man Yelled, you looked up to him. He had black hair poking out from his beanie. Underneath his armor was a bloody a apron. All, in all, not someone you wanted to be around.

When the door opened you called out for Techno. Trying to make a run for him. But instead you were only grabbed by your ankle and dragged back to the raven haired man. The sword he held finding it's way to your neck.

"Let her go Quackity." Techno's eyes were narrowed and calculated. He wasn't pleased by any means for how Quackity was manhandling you.

"You think I'm going to listen to you? Your fucking delusional. Heres whats going to happen Techno. Your going to come with us. Or I'll kill her and give your front lawn a nice new red decoration." You whimpered. All you wanted was Techno. You wanted to be in his arms, you didn't like how This 'Quackity' man was talking or handling you.

"Your going to let her go first." Techno stepped closer. His hand drawing his blade. You could see Techno's breathing. He was angry, and so were the voices.

"I wouldn't step any closer." The blade pressed in more. Your hand coming up to try and push the blade away. "Your going to drop your blade and walk up to fundy to get handcuffed. Then I'll let her go." You watched as Techno weighed his options. In the end he did drop his blade. He valued your life above everything. Once his hands were tied securely, you were let free. The first thing you did was run to techno. Hugging onto him for dear life.

"(Y/n) listen to me. Your going to go into the house and wait for Philza. Ok?" You looked up at him with pain in your eyes, shaking your head.

"No! Im not letting you go alone!" You started to tear. You didnt know where they were taking him. But you knew it wasn't good.

"(Y/n) I said go in the house. I will be fine.." He manuvered his head to wrap around yours since his arms couldn't. "I don't want you involved ok?..." his tone was gentle, trying to ease your haywire nerves.

"Techno please let me come.." Your eyes begged, but he didnt budge. Quackity only took and shoved Techno further.

"Wait in the House!" Was the final thing he said as he was forced over the Hill.

Waiting for his return had you beyond restless. You could only look from the clock back to the fire. The raging 'What if's running through your brain. It was extremely late before techno had returned back home.

When he opened the door you rushed over to him. Almost tripping over your own feet. To feel him in your arms was the one thing you needed to calm your nerves. You gripped onto him for dear life. His arms gently wrapped around you. Rubbing a ligjt circle into your back.

"Thank god your home" you said. Your face buried into his chest. The lingering sent of dynamite and the iron smell of blood on his clothes. "I was so worried about you..." you felt his hand move to the underside of your thighs. Lifting you up into his arms so he could move inside.

"Come now princess... You didnt really think I would let anything happen to myself, now would you?" He mused. His eyes soft as he looked up into yours.

"I.. I mean" You looked down at him, the bit of worry still remaining. He sat down on his sofa. Leaning back into it as he looked up at you.

"Baby girl, you know Technoblade never dies" He said cocking a eyebrow up as his face went smug. You only smiled a little at that. Moving to rest your head in his neck.

"I still worried..." you said gently. Relaxing into his chest. Glad to see him home safely.

"I know princess... I know" He knew he would have to tell you about the execution. But for now he knew you were distraught. He may have been poor at comforting, but he knew right now the best thing was for you to just lay in his arms at peace. Let you try and forget what Quackity had probably etched into your memory for months to come. Because Quackity was only the start now. Now everyone knew, Techno had someone he truly loved.

#dream smp #dreamsmp x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt x reader #minecraft #minecraft fanfiction #minecraft x you #techno x reader #mcyt #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade #tb

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cornfarm · 3 years ago

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summertime cicadas

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you go to saiki’s place to play some video games. saiki learns a bit about your dirty laundry.

cw: suggestions of past sexual abuse. it’s not explicitly stated but it’s heavily implied.

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

i’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now, but i was never happy with it.

it’s implied that you and saiki are in week 2-4 of dating;;;

i have some other stuff in the works but im tired so notes r boring today

enjoy waaaaaa

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When Saiki and you were left alone together, the tension that hung in the air was fun and playful. Coy glances, the heart jittering brushes of skin, and the almost knowing smiles you two would shoot each other. This time around, it was heavy, and it weighed hefty on both your shoulders.

It was your first time over at his place since you had begun dating.

You had texted him: can i come over? i bought a new game i wanna play it with u

He was very happy you decided to make the first move, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

Immediately, the “devlivered” at the corner of your text changed to “read”. He hastily typed back: Sure, let me know when you’re here. My parents aren’t home.

You saw letters on your screen, but you squinted your eyes shut upon them entering your field of vision. You had thrown your phone across the room, too nervous to look at his response. Tentatively picking it up, your heart nearly exploded at his words. You quickly respond: okay! be there soon :)

Saiki suddenly felt a bit on edge, realization finally striking him that you were about to be in his presence. In his bedroom. Alone.

Saiki Kusuo never really felt things too intensely, so to feel it strike at his heart and stomach was almost a bit too much for his liking.

Saiki wound up sitting patiently at the dining room table, using his telekensis to pick things up, rearrange ornaments and fine china, and clean up trash. The last thing he wants is you coming over when the place is a mess.

The doorbell rang, not that he needed it to know you were here. Beckoning you in, you pull out a small disc box from your bag.

“I heard really good reviews from it. I was interested in it since I liked the art style but I wanted to wait until people played it and reviews came out before I committed.”

He takes it from your hands to inspect it, “I’m not super interested in recent games, I like older ones a bit more. Indie ones too. I’ve heard that the gameplay is really compelling.”

“That’s okay, we can still play together, right?” You almost look a bit nervous. Saiki gnawed at the inside of his lip.

“Sure,” you don’t look satisfied, “I don’t mind, doing things with you is nice.”

The content expression on your face satisfies him. You follow him upstairs.

Then the tension settles. You’re so close, the pleasant floral scent from your detergent lingering where you walk. He peers behind you as you take in his room: simple, clean, minimalistic. It’s painfully in character. You smile, flopping face down on his bed.

“I’ve only ever been here with everyone else, it was so lively then, but it’s so different when it’s quiet!” You situate yourself so you’re sitting at the edge of his bed, legs dangling off the side.

“It’s the same room.”

“Yeah but, now it’s just me and you.”

“I suppose so.”

You watch as he peers to the wall, a bit away from you.

“What, you’re not nervous are you? Do I make you, THE Saiki Kusuo nervous?”

He clicks his tongue, and begins stalking towards you. He stops right in front of you, shins nearly touching the mattress of his bed. He looks down, expression deadpanned like usual. Perhaps thats precisely why you got so flustered. Your hands coming to clasp politely in your lap, you look up at him, determined to hold eye contact.

“Mhm,” he smirks, “you do. What will you do about it?”

He watches as your lips part into a small ‘o’, before you turn your head down and begin to pout. He’ll spare you this time. The small proximity between you settles in; he should get out of here, nervousness is finally catching up, it’s a bit too much for him to handle. For such a cocky one-liner, he really can’t keep it together. He exits his room for a moment with a brief “wait here”.

He hears you let out a sigh down the hall. Taking the chance to inspect his belongings, you peer under his bed, nothing suspicious there, before making your way to his desk. There’s his computer, a nice leather desk chair, a lamp, and a small empty mug that holds pens, pencils, and highlighters. You thumb through them.

He re-enters his room, quietly opening the door, but just enough so where you hear. Outstreching his arm, he hands you a bottle of iced tea.

“This is,” inspecting the label, “you don’t usually drink these, right?”

Saiki stays quiet.

“So you got it for me? You remembered I liked it?”

He nods.

You beam at him, mutter your gratitude, and pull out the games box.

Placing the disc onto the disc reader, and pushing it in, you start up the game, and watch the intro animation.

“Yeah, the graphics are really nice,” he comments.

You adjust yourself, sitting on top a cushion on the floor, he moves a bit closer.

Skipping though dialog, tutorials, and the first few levels of the game, Saiki controller finally begins responding.

“I’m sorry, I thought the multiplayer feature would be available from the start.”

“It’s okay, you can pick first”

“Hmm...” you pause, brows furrowing in focus as you look through the different player avatar options. Finally, you turn to him and smile, “this one! Your turn.”

Saiki bites at the inside of his lip, again, moving his thumb over the joystick, he picks his avatar.

It’s nice, it’s quiet, the sound of cicada’s chirping outside his bedroom window, and the soft hum of his fan are gentle. Neither of you are talking about grand things like aspirations and inhibitions, but you didn’t have to. The soft, casual tone of conversation is something Saiki’s making sure to cherish. The game’s fun, Saiki is enjoying himself, he enjoys you.

But tension still looms heavy overhead. You aren’t the only one who was thinking about it, how close you two were, how your elbows kept bumping, the small,and the way you both tried to get just a millimeter closer.

Saiki knew what you wanted, but he couldn’t pull himself to take initiative. Why? Was nervousness just another curse set out to plague him?

He’s reading your mind, he knows without a doubt you want to, so why is he so nervous to reach out and touch you? He wants to run away.

“Saiki?”

Your voice broke his thoughts, he turns to you. “Are you okay?”

He does it without thinking, slowly placing the controller down and putting his palms on your shoulders.

“I’m just not used to this,” he finally says, “like, dating and all that.”

You wrap your fingers around his wrists, “that’s okay, I’ve never dated anyone either, we can just take it slow. We have time.” You reassure, “I’m nervous too,” voice smaller than before. He lifts his hands off, hovering them in front of you, debating on where he should put them. Should he put them back on your shoulders, or would that be weird? Maybe it’s okay if he takes your hands into his, but right now your hands are...

His vision finally focuses, and he looks at your hands, defensively positioned in front of your chest with your palms facing him. You’re looking at him with a half smile, but your brows are pursed down. You’re watching him very carefully.

Your thoughts still, pausing until he moves again, taking your hands in his own. He’s confused, why do you look so skittish?

You look visibily confused that he takes your hands. He’s granted one thought:

He��s not gonna do anything, see? He’s just holding my hands, that’s it. He’s not gonna do anything.

Do what? What do you mean? Do what?

“What do you mean?” He blurts out, voice ringing through your head.

Astonishment paints your face. Shit, you didn’t think you said anything out loud. Could he read your mind? He chooses not to say anything.

You shake your arms, he retracts his hands.

“I’ve just had bad experiences with people in the past, I got nervous, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

Oh. Your internal dialog isn’t as pleasant as the words you choose to say.

“Maybe I’ll tell you about it more in the future,” you still have the strength to smile at him?

He reaches out to touch you again, but never connecting. He hesitates this time, fingers hovering over your forearm.

“I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff. I wouldn’t do that to you. I won’t do that to you,” he corrects.

With a smile pained with melancholy, you shift yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face into his shoulder, legs finding their way between his. He wastes no time wrapping his own arms around your back, pressing your chest closer to his own. Your hearts pound against each other, breathing syncing as you both exhale a sigh.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” your voice is muffled.

You stay like that for a few moments. Cicada’s chirping, fan blowing, there’s nothing to say- the silence is comforting in it’s own way.

You finally pull away from him, voice much brighter, “but I’m not ready to kiss you yet, I think my heart would explode!” He flushes red. Adjusting to sit back onto the cushion, you lean your weight onto his side. He tension has finally settled, and Saiki sighs contently.

Saiki only uses his powers in ways to convinience himself. Fortunately, keeping you safe was more than convinient to him: it was the bare minimum- an absolute necessity.

As soon as you leave, he’ll find the bastards that did it.

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maizumis · 4 years ago

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— HAIKYUU BOYS HAVING A TEA PARTY WITH YOUR DAUGHTER

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, iwaizumi hajime

note: female reader ‼️ watch me write about dad!haikyuu all the moments I didn't have with my own sperm donor

MIYA ATSUMU after a long day at work, you were coming home a little more late than usual and as you were opening the door with a sigh, the first thing you listen is “PEASANT, DO NOT TOUCH THE QWEEN CWON”, yeah that’s definitely your daughter and your pretty sure that the “peasant” is your, oh so-called husband. Curiosity took the best of you, now you were behind your daughter’s door listen carefully what atsumu was saying to her, “WHATYA MEANT PEASANT? I WANNA WEAR A CROWN TOO YA KNOW!” your daughter gasps in disbelieve, “daddy, mom is da queen, I’m da princess and yer the peasant! And clearly, mommy isn’t here so don’t touch her cwon!” One thing you know is that you wouldn’t like to see and hear a screaming match between the peasant and the princess in question, thinking that stepping in is the best option, you said “what’s the matter in here?”, next thing you know, your daughter with his big brown eyes that she got from her father, comes running at you, screaming “momm- I mean queen! Yeah, queen! yer just on time for the tea party, this peasant needs to learn some manners” you picked her up, enjoying the way her little arms go around your neck, “yeah? What did dada do this time?” while her face is on your neck, she tells you with a whisper “psss mom, he is not dad now, remember is tea party time” and now with her voice a little more loud she announces to you what he did “he wanted to use ya cwon! Literally had to scream at him cause of that! Peoples this time are onbelivabol” the las part coming with a sigh, “ugh I now right? Why don’t we teach him some manners then?” After a little thinking, your daughter tells you “uh-huh! Yer right my queen, now I will leave to the bathroom and come back to continue this celebration”. While she leaves, atsumu comes at you with a back hug asking if ya really taking her side? with a low tone, so you replied with “of course I’m taking her side, she’s a child, our child in fact” atsumu looks at you with big eyes and tells you “she is right, people these times are onbelivabol but I still love you my queen”, now facing him, noses and foreheads touching each other you whisper to him “I love you to my peasant” and after a little chuckle you continue “thank you so much for this”.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU he always had tea parties with his daughter on Mondays after his volleyball practice with the MSBY. He couldn’t go to last week's party because of an away game, and he was devasted and promised her little princess that he would get her something. Now he is coming home from the airport with three Elsa dresses, one for his precious child, the other for his precious wife, and the last one for him, it was very difficult to find one of his size cause of his beefy body, but if he promises his little girl something, he is gonna make it without a doubt. “HEY HEY HEY! GUESS WHOS HOME” he screams while putting his suitcase down “HEY HEY HEY DADDY! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! MOMMY IS MAKING DINNER WHILE I PREPARED OUR SUPER DUPER EXTRA TEA PARTY!!” he picks her up with one arm, making his way to the kitchen to involve you in a hug with the arm he had free “we missed you, kou” snuggling into his neck, and while his arm tightens around you he replies with a soft tone “missed my two girls too, so much” he puts her daughter on the floor again and tells her “missy I have a surprise for our tea party, why don’t you finish the preparations and then mom and I are gonna go there with dinner? Sounds good?” whit a little nod she answers with “yeah dada, that sounds good”. After hearing her enter her room you ask your husband what did he get for her, and when he tells you he didn’t get one, not two but three princess dresses you’re over the moon, the fuck you’re going to do with three dresses? you don’t question him and keep cooking as if you wouldn’t have to put on a frozen show in less than half an hour. “BABY IM COMING TO YOUR ROOM WITH HOT FOOD, BE CAREFULL” the little girl sees you in all your glory, with the most beautiful Elsa dress she ever saw “MAMA, WHY YOU DIDNT TOLD ME ELSA LET YOU BORROW HER DRESS? YOU'RE SO PWETTY!” laughing a little at her comment you decide that it was the best to tell her is a secret between adults, excited to see her reaction when her dad comes to her room with the same dress on him and a little one for her. “IM COMING IN!” your husband yells and your daughter’s eyes are the bigger you ever saw them, running like the flash to steal the dress that was in his dad's hands. “Daddy, that dress is so pwetty on you, and there's one for me! We are all matching! And now we are gonna have our four curse, ugh no, cruse, ump corse, mommy how do I say it?”, “course darling, four meal course. Now dada, why don’t you come to eat with us this fancy dinner?” after nodding and making his way to the both of you, bokuto thinks he is gonna ask for another kid one of these days.

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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I’m Right Here

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriend’s car accident.

Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me she’s be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, she’s probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldn’t find it in the convenience store that’s along her way back home. I should’ve told her not to sweat it considering I don’t need it right away or anything. I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I don’t wanna put her life in danger by calling her while she’s driving.

I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video I’m editing because my mind simply isn’t present. It’s wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car that’s always outside our house, parked in the driveway. That’s currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.

My phone’s ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/N’s name on the lit screen.

“Hey babe, where have you been?“ I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.

“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.” The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, “You were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why we’ve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.“

The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, “Is she ok?! Where is she?!“

“She’s alright, sir. She’s not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.“

Before I know it, I’m already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time. Y/N’s car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/N’s Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement.

In the first ambulance there’s a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face.

“Y/N?“ I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.

She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Corpse...” her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. “I was so scared when I woke up. I couldn’t remember anything.”

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, I’m right here.“ I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. “Are you in any pain?“ I pull away to get a better look at her.

Thankfully she shakes her head, “No, I’m ok. My elbow hurts a little but that’s it.”

I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as I’m about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.

“A drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.“ The officer says, judging by her voice it’s the same woman that called me. “You don’t remember that, do you?“

Y/N turns to her, “I just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didn’t know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.”

The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/N’s shoulder “It’s ok, sweetheart. You are alright, that’s what matters. And you have someone here by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. “He always is.” she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.

The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - it’s the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought I’d be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - she’s never been apart from it or driven another car.

Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. “Let’s get you home. You’ll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, “Don’t make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, don’t baby me too much, ok?”

I grin down at her, “What was that, I didn’t quite catch it?“

“Corpseeee...“ She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish it’s absolutely adorable.

“Save the whining, it ain’t gonna work.“ I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.

Surprisingly enough, she actually doesn’t complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless it’s absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight. “I love you.“ Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.

“I love you too. But don’t fall asleep.“ I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.

“Ok, ok, but you’re gonna have to help me. If I blink, I’ll be a goner.“ She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

I sigh, giving in with ease. “When you were here before...“

“Couldn’t look you in the eye...“ she backs me up just as I knew she would

“You’re just like an angel...“

“Your skin makes me cry...“

Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons we’ve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.

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bontens-new-executive · 3 years ago

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Yahoo~♡ may I join your event^_^?

The things I like about the characters and the ones I would like is:

Ran Haitani: personality, his playfulness, caring for his brothers and close ones, his visuals, fashion style and experience in fighting.

Takashi Mitsuya: personality, his visuals, fashion style, thoughtfulness, his kindness to people, his matureness and experience in fights.

Chifuyu Matsuno: personality like his playful side, visuals, fighting experience, kindness, fashion style, his silly and soft side.

My fav activities at Christmas is watching the Christmas movies(like Mickey mouse and Ferdinand the bull), opening the presents and have movie marathons at the evening^_^♡

My favourite thing about Christmas is the dinner. Because I love the food on Christmas :3

It would be nice to have this in the evening but if you have a better idea then I'll kindly accept it^_^♡

Female reader♡

I would like headcanons but you can turn it into a story if you would like to♡♡♡

If you want to I live angst, then I'll accept it and like it♡

I hope this wasn't too much text and I wish you a great year!!!♡♡♡♡

Christmas and 200 follower event

Note: im literally s t r u g g l i n g with the pictures so imma keep looking for the right ones

Requests Masterlist event Christmas playlist

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Ran - movie night

Hes usually busy with gang stuff but for christmas, he'll make time just for you

hes very excited to see and spend time with you

Matching pj's. I'm 100% convinced.

he'll take you from wherever you are and bring you to the couch

And with take, I mean pick you up and throw you over his shoulder

Laughs if you try to fight him to let you down

But of course he won't

Will make it up with a ton of kisses though

snacks are already on the table and the movie itself is also ready to go

It starts with an arm around your shoulders but in the end both of you are tangled and cuddled up

He smiles slightly when you laugh about something in the movie

Ran is really, and I mean really, glad that you're enjoying yourself so much with him around

Because that shows that you trust him and that you're comfortable with him, which is like the biggest reward for him

Would tease you if you cry during a movie, but will also wipe your tears away

Chifuyu - presents time

CHIFUYU IS A SOFT BABY

Depending on how you celebrate Christmas and how you open presents,

If you open presents in the evening, he'll be excited all day long

Constantly reminding you "today we're gonna open our presents! I know you'll love yours!"

Hes very excited for you to see what he got you

If you open presents in the morning, then he'd be up early and ready to open presents

And for about 10 minutes he's debating if he should wake you up or if he should wait and let you sleep

Mans struggling

Once you both are up he's pulling you with him

Always with a big smile on his face

And sparkling eyes

Hes more excited for you to open your presents than for him opening his own

Since he's been up for a while already, he put some cookies on the table, together with some christmas movies and some hot chocolate/coffee/tea

He'd also be very touchy, wanting a lot of hugs and kisses

Probably always has an arm or hand on you

Just wants to feel you warmth

Mistuya - romantic dinner

Since mitsuya cares a lot about his friends and family, he would always celebrate Christmas together with all of them

but sometimes he wants some alone time with you

So you guys went to mikeys to celebrate together and then excused yourselves, going back to your shared home

Mitsuya would hold your hand as you talked about mikey and draken jokingly bickering a few minutes ago and other funny things that happened

He'd smile to himself while listening to you, he's genuinely happy that you grew so close to his family

It means a lot to him

Once home, he'd have some of the dinner pre-cooked, so only a few things had to be done

You guys would cook together with music playing in the back, probably something slow and calm

The dinner itself was quite romantic, with candles, flowers and dimmed lights

I'm 10/10 convinced that he'd hold your hand across the table while looking you in the eyes as you both talk about different things

You would give each other little gifts after the dinner

Something small but meaningful

And for the end of the evening, mitsuya would put on a slow song and lead you with him, holding you against his chest

Ending the dinner with some slow dancing

He just enjoys being close to you

#tokyo revengers #jis christmas event 2021♡♡#tokyo revengers x reader #ran tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo revengers mitsuya #chifuyu matsuno #ran haitani #mitsuya takashi

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mintmatcha · 3 years ago

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9 months, 28 days

Chapter 3 of 10 Months

CW: discussions of death

A/N: this is the end of the beginning! im not sure exactly how long this stories going to be but yolo

The cafe is almost empty, just like always. That’s why they loved this place so much as kids. No one they knew was ever here, sitting in the mothball scented booths- only the occasional elderly couple who didn’t give a fuck that the place hadn’t updated it’s decor since 1995. Clouds rolled in overnight, painting the town a somber grey. Mattsun feels like it should match his mood, but it doesn’t. He’s not sad, he just… is. There’s this weird, turbulent void in his chest where his despair should lie.

Hanamaki’s in the corner when he arrives, nestled into the booth with a mug. He watches the rain trickle down the window, tracing the paths of the drops with his finger tips. It’s very ‘white girl protagonist’ Mattsun decides. Like he’s the star of a Hallmark movie. The void in his chest pulses and he swears, just for a flash, it was warm.

“Hanamaki.” Mattsun slides in across from him.

“Well, lookie here at the big boy in his big boy suit.” Hanamaki taps his nails against the glass, not even looking at his friend. “Did your mom help you pick that out?”

“This is technically a business meeting, so I had to wear something nice.” he explains. “Or else my boss is going to think I’m just screwing around.”

That’s what it feels like. It feels like work. He’s just putting all of this into his little box, so he can file it away in the storage files of his mind. He’ll process it later, when the moment’s right.

Or never.

Makki tents his fingers together, like he’s some sort of super villain. He’s always had this casual, uncaring air about him, but it seems to have developed further into a chaotic mess. “Ah, so you’ve decided to plan my fun-eral.”

The black haired man sighs. “Only if you stop calling it that.”

The waitress wanders up, expecting orders in her typical, unfriendly way. If he didn’t know better, he’d assume it was the same woman from years ago, still equally sick of her job.

Neither of the men look at the menu. Mattsun orders a cheeseburger omelette and a coffee with six sugars, the same horrible thing he’s been getting since high school. ‘The American Experience’, they called it. Makki orders plain toast, notably not the same thing he’s been getting since high school.

“You should eat more,” Mattsun says, “You’re too thin.”

“Who are you? My mom?” he takes a long swip from his mug,

“If I was, I wouldn’t be-” Mattsun stops himself, much to Makki’s delight.

“Oh, please make a dead mom joke. Please.” Makki’s on the edge of his seat, leaning halfway across the table, “My mom would have loved you making a joke about her.”

Mattsun slinks down so far that his knees pump against the booth across from him. “That’s… yeah, you’re right. She would have loved it.”

Mattsun wants to say he misses her, but it doesn't seem fair. To miss Hanamaki Hana would be to miss Hanamaki Takahiro, and he certainly wasn’t allowed to miss Hiro.

Makki looks exactly like his father. He's there in the too thin nose, the gap between his canines and molars, and the clubbed way their fingernails grew.

but his mom's in his idiosyncrasies. She's in the laughter, the winks, the tiny things that make Takahiro himself. Truly a mama's boy, Makki taps his cup against his front teeth the same way she did. It's their thinking face.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Mattsun regains control. His notebook and reading materials jut out against his stomach from their spot in his coat.

“Are you really sick?” It surprises both of them. Maybe it was the thought sitting at the top of his head, maybe he meant to say it. All of this just feels too sudden, too random, Mattsun just can’t quiet his doubts.

This is why the time apart was good; Makki made him do stupid things, made his brain stop working.

“I- uh. Yeah.” Makki's face doesn't change, but his shoulders fall. The tension in his body deflates as he goes back to looking out the window. "You're such a dick."

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You really think I’d lie about all of this?” he laughs, but it's flat, "To do what? To crawl back into your life?"

"That's not what-"

"Newsflash, asshole- I've been doing great without you.” the mug slams against the table, “I've been really, truly, wonderfully happy since-"

The other man picks up one of the pieces of toast and examines it, before carefully ripping the crust off. It’s a delicate procedure, carefully peeling off the edge on one, long piece. Makki opens his mouth to continue, then closes it with a low, thoughtful hum as he rolls the crust into a little ball.

"Makki." Mattsun holds up a finger, pausing the conversation for a moment as the waitress approaches. They sit in silence, mumbling only a quiet thank you as she

drops off the plates. She doesn't seem to notice the tension in the air or if she does, she doesn't care. She pours the coffee carefully, counts out the sugar packets like she's rationing them. As soon as she turns, he sighs and curls his hand into a tight fist, holding it in the air for a second before letting it fall. "Continue."

“This was a dumb idea. Forget I even asked you to do this.” he tosses the bread ball into his mouth and chews, “I’m just gonna go.” Standing suddenly, he grabs his coat from the booth beside him.

This would be the third time he let Makki leave and, according to the time left, the last. Life is fickle, an unpredictable lace pattern made by the people in your life coming and going. Mattsun was used to dealing with the final goodbyes and usually found comfort in it. No more chapters to write, all secrets buried and forgotten- truly, nothing left but what you can see in rose colored glasses.

And yet some part of him- the stupid part, the crazy part, the self loathing part- panics at the thought of seeing this end.

"I know you're better without me." Mattsun sighs, "But I want to help you, if you'll still let me."

“Stop.” Mattsun’s heart pounds so hard, dancing across his skin, that he can barely recognize he’s touching Makki, holding his wrist down against the table. “Sit. Eat."

Makki just raises a brow.

Reluctantly, he complies, but not before he tugs his hand out of his friend's grasp, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a sneer. A boundary has been set- no touching.

"I'll let you." he turns his attention back to the mangled food on his plate, "But only because I want to finish my toast."

"We good?" They are not, but Mattsun prays for a lie.

"For now. But watch yourself." It's a win, albeit a half hearted one. Mattsun pulls a tiny notebook from an inner pocket of his coat and flips through the pages until he reaches the last page; it's the farthest out thing he's planning, of course. It’s marked ‘The Hanamaki Service.’

They let the silence sit between them as they pick at what’s in front of them. The terrain of this relationship is uneven, constantly changing. It’s like hiking a mountain in the winter, Mattsun decides, one wrong move, one noise too loud, and the whole thing will come crashing down,

Why does he even care?

Makki’s happy without him, he’s fine without Makki.

He shouldn’t care, and yet he stays.

The black haired man stabs a hunk of egg and watches the half melted cheese try to stretch. “So, to put it all simply: what our home does for you is the basics: Legal procurement, transportation, preparation, and disposition- you don't have to worry about any of it. We also offer a location for interment and service, depending on the type of service you require, of course."

"Location?"

Mattsun takes a bite. "For the service and for you to, um, rest."

"You mean rot."

Maybe eating wasn’t the right choice for this conversation. The texture of egg now feels wrong in his mouth.

"Don't say it like that." The preservatives slow that down, so the rot won't happen for a long time, he brain reminds him. It doesn't help.

"I already have those places picked out though." Mattsun waits for a joke to follow, but he’s surprised when his friend says, "Bury me near my mom and hold the service here."

"Here?" Mattsun asks, “There’s nicer places.”

"Save a dying business with a dead guy. It's irony."

"Okay, well. That's-" he sighs and scribbles into his notebook. This wasn’t going to be a traditional job, was it? "At least the catering is done then."

"Perfect." Makki pushes away his empty plate, "I'm a natural at this. You should hire me.”

"Long term positions only, sorry." It slips out before Mattsun can censor himself, but Makki just snorts into his tea.

It’s frustrating that they click together so well, especially because nothing’s been resolved between them. One minute everything threatens to break, the next they can sit here and joke with each other. The issues sit there, waiting in the corner of the room, cocked and ready to fire. If they just didn’t look, maybe it wouldn’t hurt when it finally attacked.

If they didn’t look, maybe they can pretend nothing happened.

Mattsun reminds himself that he doesn’t care. There's still that blank space inside him.

“Next step would be flowers.”

It’s not. They should discuss embalming versus cremation, but the words stick to his throat. He’s asked so many times before, stared forward as loved ones debated what to do without a care in the world. This time shouldn’t be different.

“I’ll think about it. Can’t say I know too many flowers off the top of my head.” Makki digs his phone from his front pocket and scrolls, looking through everything before tapping out a quick question. There's a twitch of his brow, barely furrow, but it's gone in a flash. Before Mattsun can even ask, Makki's gathered his coat in his hands. “Gotta go.”

“What? We just started-” The whiplash is what hurts. Just as Mattsun feels like he's found his footing, it's gone again, slipping out from under him. This must be some level of hell

"Something came up." he shrugs, "Don't worry about it."

"I won't."

"You're such an asshole." he says, "You're supposed to at least pretend to care."

Yeah, he knows. That's how life works. But he can't just pretend; it's a gateway to actually feeling.

"I'll try." Mattsun offers, "It was nice to see you."

Makki rolls his left shoulder over and over again, like he's trying to work out a kink. "Was it? Was it really?"

"Kind of."

"Thanks," there's a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "We'll do this again."

And like that, with no formal goodbye, he just starts to leave. Mattsun wants to protest, but he’s grateful. He hadn’t realized how tense he had been, how hard he'd been digging his fingers into his thigh. The void in his stomach somehow feels smaller and larger all at once. He kind of wishes it would just swallow him up and this would all be done with.

It's so easy not to care.

“Oh, and Mattsun?” Makki pauses by the door and picks out a familiar black umbrella that was leaning against the doorframe. He twirls in in his fingers like a baton before pressing the button and letting it unfold. It's bad luck to open an umbrella inside. “Thanks for breakfast.”

Mattsun just looks down at the table. His food is barely touched but he doesn't plan to eat anymore. With his heart in his throat for no good reason, he feels nauseous. Despite himself, he wonders if Makki still smells like cedar aftershave and the discount brand laundry detergent.

“That fucker didn’t pay.”

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aguecheek · 4 years ago

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knocking politely on your door. do you have any twelfth night hot takes it's okay if not im just hyperfixating on it so intensely rn

bro listen to me i ALWAYS have twelfth night hot takes. BIG DISCLAIMER that all of this is completely subjective and absolutely not authoritatively true in any way shape or form. if you disagree with me at all, you’re well within your rights to do so, and I don’t feel the need to convince you otherwise. This is ONE POSSIBLE INTERPRETATION. What I’m talking abt in this post is one way I think I’d like to see the play interpreted and performed one day, because I think it adds a lot to the dynamics and gives the actors a ton of new things to explore in a way that could keep the play fresh, especially for actors or audiences who have potentially seen it done a bunch of times. Twelfth Night is one of Shakespeares most openly and explicitly lgbt plays, and I love thinking about new ways you could explore that.

Anyway my hot take of the day is that Olivia is a lesbian experiencing comphet!! More below the cut.

I think that one of the reasons she’s spending so long mourning her father and brother is (yes, obviously she’s in mourning, I don’t mean to undermine that) at least partially because it’s a viable excuse to turn away suitors like Orsino. She spends all her time cooped up inside, turning away any men that come to the door, spending all her time instead with Maria, Malvolio, Feste, and Toby. Andrew only comes in later, and honestly I’m gonna talk about her relationship to a few of the aforementioned people and how it fits into this narrative in a hot sec.

In my opinion, she latches onto Cesario because she perceives him as nonthreatening, sort of a “safe” man. Then, later in the show, when she mistakes Sebastian for Cesario and marries him, I feel as if it’s because she doesn’t actually love Cesario, and nor does she actually love Sebastian. So when she gets married, it feels very much like she’s marrying a Man, not a Person, you get me?

Okay, now I wanna talk abt Toby, Maria, Andrew, Feste, and Malvolio. Toby and Andrew first! Toby is Olivia’s uncle, and he’s pretty invested in marrying her off to Andrew. There are two different interpretations of that intention that could fit into this narrative. The first is the obvious route: homophobic toby. the second is, i think, a much more interesting one, which is the consideration that toby and Andrew may or may not have been having a thing. This is when you get into the possible potential story that Toby’s somehow figured out what his niece is dealing with and is trying to be helpful by taking her off the market but remaining with Andrew himself, giving all three of them that freedom to be in their proper relationships, while keeping up appearances. This also possibly explains one of the reasons he’s so willing to throw Malvolio under the bus for Olivia’s love. Because he knows she can’t ever accept his advances. Do i think he’s right for trying to set Olivia up with Andrew in this hypothetical subtextual narrative? No, not really, but do I get where he’s coming from? Yeah.

Feste is interesting, because he’s a clown. And clowns are ALWAYS interesting. Feste is, I think, slightly more interesting than most clowns. Because he actively influences the plot, and has relationships within the circle of characters. He and Olivia have this wonderful teasing relationship, where he sometimes seems almost to take on a mentor-like figure for her? I don’t know if anyone else picked up on that when reading it or watching it, but there are a couple moments that make me go Hm, that was kinda cute and uncle-y, yknow? Anyway, clowns always strike me as strange fourth-dimensional genderless beings, not bound by the confines of the fourth wall or the world of the story. Feste ESPECIALLY, though. Like touchstone’s just an asshole, Lear’s fool is mostly just fourth-wall breaking and goofy, and feste like……..knows things. This is my really roundabout way of saying i think feste is olivia’s personal GSA LMAO

Maria I don’t have much to say about, like I think there could be something between her and olivia, but that would just depend on the actors playing them. There are a few moments textually, but not so much that it’s a super easy read of things.

Now, Malvolio is Interesting. Because take this narrative and then put in the cross-gartered stocking scene. I’ve been trying to put my emotions about the way this could play out down for a really long time, and I’ve having a hard time doing it. I just think it would be really awful for both of them. If you took my quiz you probably know that I have a lot of sympathy for malvolio and that i think what was done to him was unforgivable. But i have a lot of sympathy for olivia too, and I just think that this scene could be very funny or very heartbreaking or both and I’d love to work with two incredibly experienced actors to see what they could do with it.

Ok ok ok now let me talk about olivia, viola, and malvolio, because they all have something super interesting in common—the ‘vol’ root, meaning ‘wishing.’ It shows up in words like benevolent, and in other characters like Benvolio in Romeo and Juliet. Twelfth Night is about a lot of things, but with the fact that three characters have the vol root? It’s interesting to think about. Olivia spends most of the play wishing for Cesario, Viola spends most of the play wishing for Orsino, and Malvolio… well, his name is a literal direct converse to Benvolio’s name, Malvolio means ill-wishing and benvolio means good-wishing, but that’s tangential. Malvolio still spends the play wishing. What he’s wishing for is up for debate, is he wishing for Olivia? For status? For love in general? Up to the actor. But I think the important point I’m trying to make here is that Viola is the only one who actually gets what she’s wishing for. Olivia marries someone, yes, but she doesn’t marry cesario. Cesario who is...wait for it...Viola. (Not including potential interpretations that present Viola as trans or nonbinary, I LOVE those interpretations and absolutely don’t mean to undermine them in any way with the point I’m making here. For the purposes of this narrative, I feel the need to present Viola as a woman or female-aligned.) Olivia spends the play wishing for a woman and then marries the closest male equivalent that’s available. If that isn’t a narrative that could easily be presented as a lesbian with comphet, I’ll eat my sword.

Final thing I wanted to point out is Olivia’s direct parallel to Antonio. She spends the play pining for Viola, while Antonio spends the play pining for Sebastian. I think it’s made pretty clear in 5.1 that Sebastian returns Antonio’s feelings, at least partially, which often gives me pause to wonder about what tha means for Olivia and Sebastian’s marriage. All i’m saying is that if olivia’s a lesbian, and sebastian’s with antonio, they’ve essentially accidentally achieved what toby hypothetically set out to do with sir andrew.

Basically, I guess all I’m saying is that theres a ton of meat there for actors to sink their teeth into, and I’d really love to put on a version of this show that follows this narrative when im in college, because i think there’s so much to explore with lesbian olivia that mostly isn’t all that touched on. When people think of lgbt themes in twelfth night, often their minds will leap to sebastian and antonio, or orsino and viola, and I absolutely know why, and to be honest I do the same. But i think theres a fuckton to be explored with lesbian olivia, and that it’s worth spending some time contemplating, even if you ultimately decide that this interpretation of the character is not your cup of tea.

#askdrew #infodumping #shakespeare tag #thank u for indulging me anon <3 #ok to rb

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kirishibi · 5 years ago

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It’s Platonic | Kaminari Denki

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, pining, unrequited feelings

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: okay, this is late as fuck im so sorry but here’s by second and last piece for Angst April!

Kaminari had been your best friend for as long as you could remember.

Growing up, time apart from one another was few and far between, with school breaks turning into days-long sleepovers and entire weekends spent at one another's houses. Dawning matching All Might capes, you’d run around your shared neighborhood pretending to chase villains and debating about which of you was more heroic. The spare bedroom in Kaminari’s house became a second home for you, while he learned to sleep comfortably on the large sofa in your game room.

As you got older, friends came and went. People outgrew one another and social circles seemed to change with the seasons, but Denki never left. Hand-sewn capes were traded in for video games, and childhood playdates evolved into ‘hang-outs’, but your friendship never changed. He was your safe space, your rock, the one person you learned you could always rely on. You didn’t need anyone else as long as you had him.

You could barely remember a life before Kaminari, and wouldn’t dare try and imagine one without. When he was away, you craved him like an addict needing a fix.

You loved Denki, but he was in love with you.

He first fell for you the night the two of you snuck onto your respective houses’ rooftops with stolen walkie-talkies just to see if they could connect from across the neighborhood. They did, and he stayed up until sunrise just listening to your voice through those old, crackling speakers.

He fell more deeply every time you made up a dumb nickname for him or slipped on his favorite hoodie as protection from the cold. Everything about you was perfect to him. Your touch was an intoxicant, your voice a captivating melody. He swore you would drive him crazy one day, and he didn’t mind in the slightest.

You could never know about these feelings, of course. There was no question nor debate - you didn’t love Kaminari in the way that he loved you. That was okay, though. He was happy keeping things platonic.

At least, that’s what he told himself, and for a while, he believed it. Over the years, the blond watched patiently as you fell in love with other people. He supported you through good times, offered a shoulder in rough patches, and helped put you back together when everything fell apart. He convinced himself that he was at peace just helping you find happiness.

He forced a stiff smile when you gleefully told him of romantic dates, swallowed the bile rising in his throat as you introduced him to your lovers, and pretended he was only upset about the weather when he screamed into his tear-soaked pillow later than night thinking of you.

Kaminari tried to date around as well. There had been short-term girlfriends here and there, along with some flings when he’d gotten jealous at parties and drank himself into a stupor watching someone else snake their arm around your waist. No one lasted, though. Kaminari was picky, according to you.

Denki never expected anything of you. You didn’t owe him a relationship. He knew that. ‘Strictly platonic’ was all that things would ever be, and he wanted to believe he could be happy that way. All you needed was each other, right? That’s the promise you’d made back when you were little.

So, why did he want to smash his phone when you texted him asking for a rain check on movie night because your boyfriend wanted to take you to a new steakhouse in the city?

Not that it mattered, anyway.

A few hours after your impromptu date, you were curled up on the sofa of Denki’s apartment in his favorite hoodie, eyes red and cheeks puffy as your best friend boiled water in his kitchen only a few feet away.

“I left for two goddamned seconds and when I came back he was slipping his phone number into the waitress’s fucking bra!” You half-yelled, half-sobbed, wiping away hot tears with baggy sleeves.

Kaminari padded back into the room with a pensive frown and two steaming mugs of tea, sat down on the cushion beside you, and handed over one of the drinks as his brow furrowed.

“I swear, he’s so sweet when we’re alone. He really is the perfect guy most of the time.”

Kaminari didn’t know he had a breaking point until that moment.

“No, he’s a dick. He’s always been a dick, and he knows he can get away with it because you let him. You fall in love with the wrong people, (Y/n).”

The pain in your expression when your eyes met his nearly made Denki regret his statement. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You give your heart to assholes, and I’m always the one on damage control” He didn’t expect to say that. In fact, he was planning on just biting his tongue and apologizing, but something wouldn’t let him. That’s the funny thing about suppressing how you feel: It may take years, but everything bubbles back to the surface eventually. “I can’t keep making you whole again after someone breaks you down. I’m tired a- and it fucking hurts.” His voice broke only for a moment before he regained his confidence and continued. “It hurts so damn bad knowing no matter how much I give to make things better, you’re just gonna let yourself get hurt again. I can’t do it anymore.”

“I’m a fucking adult, Denki. I can make my own decisions.” You spat back, setting down your cup on the coffee table and standing to grab your purse. The venom in your tone was like a knife to his heart. You tugged his hoodie off over your head and tossed it to him as you passed, evading his grasp when he reached for your wrist. Shaky fingers turned the front door knob.

“(Y/n), I’m serious. I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself over and over again. Next time, you’re on your own.”

“Whatever,” You muttered under your breath, slamming the door closed on your way out.

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The silence between you lasted a week before Denki’s phone woke him up in the middle of the night with your name displayed in bright letters on his screen.

Immediately, he knew why you were calling. There was only one reason you ever called him this late at night. His stomach twisted in knots as he reluctantly answered, sitting up in his bed as Kaminari mentally prepared for the flood of emotions that talking with you brought.

“Hello?” He feigned ignorance, voice softened by exhaustion.

You sniffled into the phone, the sound alone making his heart ache. “It’s two a.m., I know that, but I need you…”

Denki took a deep, but shaky breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go to you anymore. You know that.” Every inch of him was screaming to drop the wall he spent a week building around his heart, to hang up and drive to wherever you were so that he could hold you in his arms and tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn’t. Kaminari blinked away the tears blurring his vision, choked back a sob as you broke down at his words.

Trembling fingers gripped his phone so tight he thought the screen would crack. Denki didn’t know how to be happy without you in his life, but it was clear he couldn’t be happy with you in it either.

“Please, don't leave me. I- I need you, Denki. I love you so much.” Your voice was reduced to a defeated whimper as you pleaded with him, desperate not to lose your best friend, but knowing this was goodbye.

“No, you don’t.” Denki pressed the bright red ‘End’ button before he could change his mind. Mournful cries tore through his apartment as the only woman he’d ever loved was forcefully cut from his life.

#kaminari #denki kaminari #denki #kaminari x reader #kaminari angst #collabs #bnha x reader #bnha angst #bakusquad #yes i cried writing this #kiri writes

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nerdybookworm25 · 4 years ago

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Rambling about Katara and Zutara

Ok so I’m going to kind of just put my two cents out there on this stuff. I joined the ATLA fandom this past summer and just started watching TLOK (my brother and I just finished Book 2 yesterday). This is a hot debate and I just want to ramble on about my opinions on this stuff. A lot of this will focus on Katara’s perspective because I can understand her better than Zuko or Aang due to personal experience. Im just... gonna... get into it now...

I’ll give you some background on me so you guys can understand where I’m coming from. I’m a 15 year old girl with abandonment issues caused by multiple deaths of close friends and family at a young age (my uncle when I was 4, a grandmother like figure when I was 7, my dad’s mum when I was 9 or 10, my great grandma when I was 11, a close friend of my dad’s when I was 13 and many others). I also am the Mum Friend (my friends literally call me “Mum”). I’m the caregiver of the group- the glue, the harmonizer, the therapist, the teacher, the good advice giver etc. (This stuff actually hot me in trouble as a kid and it kind of messed me up). My friends who have seen Avatar have compared me to Katara on multiple occasions and say I’ve got the temperament of a waterbender. You can kind of see where I’d relate, you know?

I do ship Zutara. My brother turned to me during the Book 1: Water- Episode 9~ The Waterbending Scroll and asked, “What if Zuko becomes a good guy and ends up with Katara?” From then on I was on the Zutara hill and I’ll probably die there. It limited ships that I loved from childhood and I thought it would hav been really cool- it would have fit the themes of the show, it would have been a cool thing to see grow and blossom, etc. It had nothing to do with Katara and Zuko being attractive at all- not in the slightest. It also wasn’t me projecting onto Katara. I didn’t really care to notice any major similarities between us until Book Three: Fire- Episode 7~ The Runaway. It was this exchange that changed Katara from my favorite character to someone I could heavily relate to.

Toph: [Sarcasically.] Oh really, Mom? Or what are you gonna do? Send me to my room?

Katara: I wish I could!

Toph: well you can’t! Because you’re not my mom, and you’re not their mom! [Extends her arm at Aang and Sokka, who are sitting on a ledge.]

Katara: I never said I was!

Toph: No, but you act like it! You think it’s your job to boss everyone around, but it’s not! You’re just a regular kid like the rest of us! Stop acting like you can tell me what to do! I can do whatever I want!

I remember bursting out laughing when I heard this. My brother asked me what was up and I paused it and explained that that was a lecture I revived so regularly when I was younger. It really really ended up messing me up. It’s not like I tried to mother anyone- it just happened. I wasn’t controlling it. I didn’t notice I was doing it and I got in trouble. Now things are different and I’ve embraced the fact that I am the designated Mum Freind. Still working on getting over being told off about it in therapy though. Anyway, I think you now can understand where I’m coming from with this “analysis.” Now I’m going to get into it (for real this time lol).

I think I’m going to start with the caregiver stuff. Katara’s mother died when she was very young. It was a very traumatic death. We can infer that Katara blamed herself for this death because the Southern Raiders were looking for the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe- her. That’s a lot for an 8 year old to try to process. Here’s the kicker: I don’t think she ever fully processed it until after Book 3: Fire- Episode 16~ The Southern Raiders. She almost immediately helped her grandmother take up the roll as the woman of the house. She probably didn’t feel like she had anyone to talk to about what she was feeling however true or false that’s what she most likely perceived this to be. When Hakoda leaves for war with all of the men of the tribe, Kanna might be the matriarch and help raise Sokka and Katara but even Sokka admits that Katara became a pseudo-mother for him. Taking care of others doesn’t leave a lot of time to deal with your own issues. Sometimes it feels easier to help others face their demons than face your own.

We continue to see Katara become the glue of the Gaang as the series progresses. She keeps them together in the Si Wong desert after Aang leaves her, Sokka, Toph, and Momo. She’s always the one cooking, cleaning, and mending not because she wants to, but because she knows no one else will do it and it needs to be done. We see her try to coax Toph into helping out around camp when she firsts joins the Gaang. It doesn’t work and this conflict continues for most of Book 2 and the beginning of Book 3. All of this time, she’s making it a point to take care of everyone. When the adults show up after the Boiling Rock, she’s still the one making the dinner and probably does a lot of the other chores as well (except for tea making- this will come into play later).

There’s a running joke about Katara being “Momtara” within the ATLA fandom (more the Zutaraians in the fandom than anything else but it’s a pretty well known concept). We continue to see this when the Gaang is on Ember Island. She brings them all drink during training sessions, watches said training sessions in case someone gets hurt and they need her, wrangles Sokka to the best of her ability, and just generally looks out for everyone regardless of age gap. It’s her natural instinct to be motherly. She retains this quality even after she finds Yon Rha. (Getting closure on her mother’s death doesn’t mean losing what had become a major personality trait).

Let’s unpack that now, shall we? Kya dies and Katara thinks it’s her fault. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about it. A few years later, Hakoda leaves to fight in the war. The Southern Water Tribe recives no letters or news about what happened to their warriors at all. Katara felt like she lost another parent. She nearly says as much during Book 3: Fire- Episode 1~ The Awakening.

Hakoda: You’re taking about me too, aren’t you?

Katara: How could you leave us, Dad? [She attempts to wipe away the tears.] I mean, I know we had Gran-Gran, and she loved us, but we were just so lost without you.

Hakoda moves to comfort her as she turns away.

Hakoda: I’m so sorry, Katara.

Katara: [Embraces Hakoda.] I understand why you left. I really do, and I know that you had to go, so why do I still feel this way? I’m so sad and angry and hurt!

The thing that sets off this exchange is Aang running away for the third time since Katara has known him (the fourth time in Aang’s lifetime). The other times he ran were when confronted by the rude fisherman in Book 1: Water- Episode 12~ The Storm, then again during Book 2: Earth- Episode 11~ The Desert. Aang has a, for lack of a better word, chronic running away problem. I’m not mad at him for it. It makes him an interesting character and shows that he too has flaws (even if they aren’t always addressed but that’s an issue with Bryke). When Aang flys away after waking up during 3.1, Katara is distraught.

Katara: He left.

Hakoda: What?

Katara: Aang. He just took his glider and disappeared. He has this ridiculous notion that he has to save the world alone, that it’s all his responsibility.

Hakoda: Maybe that’s his way of being brave.

Katara: Its not brave, it’s selfish and stupid! We could be helping him and I know the world needs him, but doesn’t he know how much we need him, too? How can he just leave us behind?

Katara feels abandoned by Aang. This is completely understandable. She has every right to be angry at him and feel sad that he flew away. He comes back every time but I feel like if I were in her position, as much as I’d hope my friend would come back and I’d tell everyone that I knew he would, I’d still be afraid that there was an off chance that he doesn’t. This is a natural human reaction to this situation. People were seemingly constantly fading in and out of Katara’s life and that just wasn’t good for her mental health. It couldn’t have been. This also raises the question of if someone has a very serious fear of abandonment, would it be healthy to be in a romantic relationship with someone who consistently leaves? Personally I don’t think so. Be friends? Sure. Date? I don’t know. It doesn’t quite sit right with me.

Katara probably feels abandoned by Zuko too. During the Book 2 Finale: Crossroads of Destiny, Katara and Zuko bond in the crystal catacombs under Ba Sing Se. They relate over their shared fear of being abandoned by those they love (yes I think Zuko has abandonment issues too- among other issues/fears). When he turns his back on her, she doesn’t live him (obviously). She has cared about him enough up to that point to offer to use what is arguably her most powerful possession to heal his scar. She cares. Because she cares about him then, she is downright livid when he betrays her. (Of course the difference between Zuko and Aang with this is Zuko leaves once and comes back and he doesn’t leave again. Aang leaves and comes back over and over and over again).

Katara: I thought you had changed!

Zuko: I have changed!

Katara carries the weight of his betrayal on her mind until she and Zuko go on their life changing field trip to confront the man who killed Katara’s mother. This was her time to finally get closure. She had probably had these feelings bottled up for 6 years and didn’t act on them. When she finally had the chance, her best friend and brother tried to stop her. She lashed out.

Katara: We’re going to find the man who took my mother from me.

Sokka pauses and stands up, surprised.

Zuko: Sokka told me the story of what happened. I know who did it and I know how to find him.

Aang: Um ... and what exactly do you think this will accomplish?

Katara: [Shakes her head in dismay.] Ugh, I knew you wouldn’t understand. [Begins to walk away.]

Aang: Wait! Stop! I do understand. You’re feeling unbelievable pain and rage. How do you think I felt about the sandbenders when they stole Appa? How do you think I felt about the Fire Nation when I found out what happened to my people?

Zuko: She needs this, Aang. This is about getting closure and justice.

Aang: I don’t think so. I think this is about getting revenge.

Katara: [Angrily.] Fine, maybe it is! Maybe it’s what he deserves!

Aang: Katara, you sound like Jet.

Katara: Its not the same! Jet attacked the innocent. This man, he’s a monster.

Sokka: Katara, she was my mother, too, but I think Aang might be right.

Katara: Then you didn’t love her the way I did!

Sokka: [Hurt.] Katara!

Katara gets a lot of flack for this interaction. She says Sokka didn’t love their mother like she did and Sokka I’d understandably hurt. It doesn’t excuse what she said, but people do lash out when they are feeling a lot of emotions and they get defensive when they feel like they’re being ganged up on or attacked (I myself am guilty of this sort of thing). What Katara said was wrong but I have no doubt in my mind that she didn’t apologize to Sokka when he and the rest of the Gaang arrive on Ember Island later in the episode. She is seen walking over to him after she hugs Zuko.

Zuko and Katara go after Yon Rha anyway. For once in her life, Katara is feeling emotions and no one is trying to get her to stop or to push them aside. She doesn’t have to be constantly taking care of someone so she can focus on herself. Katara trusts Zuko more than I think she realizes. I mean she trusts him with a lot and he follows through on a lot of unspoken/subconscious agreements and promises.

Zuko is looking out for her. Zuko has her back. Zuko is allowing her to feel all of these emotions and work them out of her own accord. Zuko isn’t telling her to feel one way or another. Zuko isn’t going to judge her for whatever she decides to do when they find Yon Rha or what she does in order for them to get to that point. Zuko ensures she gets the closure she feels she needs.

When he sees her bloodbend, he’s surprised, but he isn’t appalled. When he thinks she’s going to run Yon Rha through with a giant shard of ice, he doesn’t try to stop her. He lets her be her. He sees a dark side of her in a way that no one else in the Gaang has seen. It’s strangely intimate. Clearly it has enough of an impact to make her forgive him. She knows he isn’t going to abandon betray her and her friend again.

Once they become friends, and even before that, Zuko starts to help out with small things here and there. We see him making tea for all of the kids at dinner. He tells jokes to make them laugh. He teaches Aang firebending. He goes with Sokka to the Boiling Rock to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed or in a prison cell for the rest of his life. With all of this, “Dadko” is born.

If you strip away Zuko’s anger, he just becomes the awkward-turtleduck-first-time-father that we all know and love. There’s more balance in the Gaang with him there to help and become an “authority” figure with Katara. They become the parents of the other members of the Gaang. It’s an interesting shift in their relationship- enemies to unsteady acquaintances to enemies to frenemies to friends. They’re close enough that they show small signs of physical intimacy and they tease each other.

Also if you look close enough when the Gaang walks into the “seedy Earth Kingdom tavern,” Zuko and Katara appear to be holding hands and are near each other from then until the finale episodes. They are clearly just great friends by the end of the show. I mean Zuko also takes a bolt of lightning to the chest for her...

Zuko doesn’t leave when his life gets difficult- not after he joins the Gaang. He made that mistake once and he won’t make it again. Aang was always part of the Gaang but continued to leave (again, I’m not mad at him for it but he never seems to realize the effect it has on the people around him- especially Katara). Zuko also doesn’t all but forget Katara and continue to run around the world. When Zuko fully decides to stick around, you best believe he is sticking around.

This works really well for Zutara. They’re both each other’s rock. They support each other and help each other in times of trouble. Do they argue? Yes. Is that a normal part of a healthy relationship- romantic or otherwise? Yes. Do they take care of and look out for each other while also not smothering or suffocating each other? Yes. I don’t know about you but this sounds stable and healthy to me. They balance each other out so well (I’m not going to get too into that because if you’re reading this you probably already know with the whole Tui and La, Yin and Yang, Oma and Shu thing).

Now, this is a big deal for me and it makes me furious, but Katara is forgotten by history. She has no statue. She is reduced to a housewife and healer- things our wonderful water feminist was afraid of becoming as an adult. I mean this girl

This girl

THIS GIRL

She becomes nothing but a housewife stuck in a healing hut who gets forgotten by the world and left behind by her family just... let’s all of that happen? Yeah that’s pretty unrealistic. I think about this frequently and with starting TLOK I have formed even more opinions and have a little thingy (I don’t know what to call it) for what happened to her.

Kya II is everything Teenage Katara wanted to do and be before settling down. Old Katara is everything Teenage Katara was so afraid of become reduced to/becoming.

It’s an interesting way to think about it and I thought I’d share. Now if Katara was Fire Lady, she wouldn’t end up like that. She’d have the power to change the world and continue to fight for what she believed in. She could have helped with the trail with Yakone. Katara has so much potential to not be forgotten or brushed aside and somehow it happened. It makes me so sad. The potential Zutara had to make sure Katara had a genuine legacy was right there at their finger tips and they didn’t use it. What a shame. What a shame.

With all of the things I’ve talked about, I just feel like Zutara would have been better for Katara than Kataang was. I think that’s more Bryke not developing the relationship well enough and instead choosing to be sloppy and selfish in the way they structured the relationship. Yeah this is my rambling on about the issue. Hope it was mildly entertaining! If you want me to write something about how Zuko would have benefited from Zutara, let me know!

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