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maryallenc · 1 year
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the first time i watched sieun not even punch beomseok at the last episode, i felt a little let down, if only because i was comparing it with the webtoon.
one of the main appeals of the webtoon was how fucking cathartic it is to watch sieun not only beat up, but also humiliate assholes who deserve it. sure, it was great watching him swing that dumbbell, stab with a pen, and bludgeon with the fire extinguisher (ignoring the tragedy of it all, ofc), but then he hesitates with beomseok, the one who was most directly responsible for putting sooho in a coma.
to sieun, beomseok was expressively the most unforgivable. in the webtoon, at least. there was just. so much anger towards beomseok. all for what he did to sooho.
but in the drama? sieun was also heartbroken. not only for sooho, but also for what became of their circle. he doesnt understand any less on why beomseok went this far, but throughout the drama, sieun was honest-to-god trying to understand beomseok so much.
sieun has a friendless background and obviously doesnt know what to do when beomseok started his bullshit. honestly, even i wouldnt know. but he kept checking in. he gave him the benefit of the doubt. finally, he told him to stop.
beomseok didnt stop, and we all know how the story ended.
sieun at least can figure out that it was bc beomseok was hurting. he doesnt know the details, but beomseok had given enough, had been vulnerable with them, that he can read between the lines. it was still no excuse.
but heres the thing: i, as a watcher of the show, knew the details. beomseok is a whole different character in the live action drama than the webtoon. he wasnt a mediocre wallflower. it wasnt teenage pride and an inferiority complex that pushed him to ruin soohos life. he was an abused and traumatized kid.
still not an excuse. but.
the more i think about it, i realize that no, if sieun punched beomseok in the drama, its not going to be satisfying like in the webtoon.
beomseok in the drama kept getting hit and punched and shoved by the people around him, even sooho. so for his comeuppance to be beat up by sieun? well hes already expecting that. he just wants to get it over with, like he usually does with most of his life.
so when it ended with sieun, with all the unhinged rage and heartbreak, not beating beomseok who was pretty much resigned and expecting it? it feels right somehow.
i dont know. its still not all that clear to me yet. but at the very least, i can at least say that im no longer disappointed that sieun didnt beat the shit out of beomseok like in the webtoon.
the situations too different to play that out the same way.
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yahoodarling · 1 year
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Childe X Abysal!Monster Imposter Reader
DARK CONTENT
Warnings: Gore, cult themes, blood, death, suggestive themes(this needs some explanation), asphyxiation, unnatural movement, implied ZhongChi
Explanation: Reader, a monster feels intense inhuman emotions this comes out as arousal as a human. Depicting death/parasitism as sex.
WARNING DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE
He hooked you. The sent of home clung into his form. It had been a while since you were exposed to abysal energy, minus the abyss mages that irritate you with their garbish ways, what you wanted was a piece of… you, a piece of home. Being a creature made of nothing but pure energy of the abyss, of hatrid, love and possesion, strong emotions the abyss absorbed and created into physical form, that was you. You couldnt return 'home', you were stuck in a mortals body the moment the human tried to make contact with you and now you could no longer leave that mortals body and go back into the abyss so the scent of 'home' naturally drove you mad and the ginger infront of your mortal eyes drowned in it, his being must have been exposed to the abyss and absorbed its influence to become the mouth watering being he seemed. 
You stood in Liyue Harbour, your vessles home was in this city and you knew you needed to immitate their past life as much as possible to stay away from detection as an imposter. For a while you gathered that 'you' worked at the docks as an angler, fishing and selling at the pier, 'you' lived in a small house near the docks and had very little close companions. What was interesting when you first explored your hosts house was the variety of cult like items scattered on the walls, ancient texts and bloody instruments. Hmm, there were some weridos living amongst the humans, perhaps your host had fiddled around and ended up exposed to the abyss where you met and involuntarily took their body from them. 
That was how you stood near the town central looking directly at the ginger 'fatui harbinger' (a title you assumed must have some important meaning to) as folk called him. Next to him stood Zhongli, a man you knew you should stay away from for reasons unknown. That was the tricky part. You wanted to surround the ginger called 'Childe' or 'Tartaglia' and absorb him fully, you wanted to feel his mortal skin on you unlike you had with your vessle. You wanted to understand these feelings of love hate and possesion that made up your existance. You could feel your physical form was reacting to your thoughts, something wet developing. Whatever that display was it didnt concern you what you needed because right now you desired only to find a way to be alone with the ginger and consume him and the enegry the brewed in.
"We should leave" Zhongli spoke, slighly nudging Childe to the opposite direction from you, he looked at you with concern on his face before turning back and continuing their conversation. 
The dark of night drowned Liyue, now 'Childe' should be seperated from the being 'Zhongli'. You followed the scent you could never mistake, it was thick and intoxicating and made you violently thrash forward in a clumsy manner in the human vessel.
You find yourself near an inn outside the busy central of Liyue. It seemed rather lavish with neat garden and strong brick walls. You see a window slightly open, no doubt to let fresh air into the house. Liyue could get very warm, you were not used to it at first and nearly died the first time the teperature rose even slightly. Heat was a weird thing you never expected to experience. 
You stood at the window and pushed as hard as your mortal hands could, ignoring the sensation of 'pain' your body felt at the strain to lift up the window that begrudgingly moved slightly until there was a moderate gap to get in thorough. The size wasnt exactly enough to get through normally but none the less you turned to your side, bent your limbs unnaturally and folded yourself thorough until you were in. 
Being confined in a small room allowed the smell of the abyss to concentrate. It assulted your mind and made 'your' body huff violently. You stumbled along the halls, eyes unfocused and only looking to the direction the smell came from till it opened up to a small room equipped with a large bed and cupboard space. There slept 'Childe', your intoxication. You had never seen a human still in sleep before, infact you never experienced sleep. You just kept moving the body until it collapsed, it took a few days to understand you needed to 'eat' and 'rest' to be active which limited you. 
Childe seemed so appetizing, better than any human food you had seen or eaten. He stirred slighly as you crept onto the bed, crawling along his legs and torso until your face was right against his, watching intently at the small twitches of his skin. 
You wanted to get out of this shell, you wanted to feel him with your true matter. The smell of the abyss was so tempting, you violently thrashed in the body to get out and feel it. 
In the mess Childe woke up, suddenly on guard as a he saw the random person twitching like they had a seizure on top of him. He immediatly threw you to the side, rolled out of the bed and grabbed a blade, in almost an intant the blade pegged you thorough the stomach and pinned you into the wall where you continued to fight to get out. Human blood soaked your stomach and more drentched your arms as they unnaturally bent, bone breaking and stabbing thorough skin. 'Your' legs slammed themselves into the wall, blood smeering onto it as your neck cocked side to side no doubt leading to a broken spine but you continued to fight back.
Tartaglia stood stunned. How else would a person react to seeing another do this to themself (other than the blade in the stomach, he did that). A human should be dead yet you continued to thrash, it was extreamly unsettling. Childe put it on himself to end this, to cave your skull in, that should truly kill a person and stop them moving.  Childe got closer to you, his second blade in hand and readied to smash the hilt into your cranium. 
Light. Hope. Despair. Darkness. You could finally taste it, you finally escaped the human vessel.
Childes hands suddenly got swamped in black mass after crushing the skull. The mass continued to feed up him, he couldnt shake it off as desperate as he tried. Fear spread in him which just added to the smell of the abyss in the air. You surrounded him, pure relief made you release an unearthly sound, you no doubtly knew if you were still in that human shell you would have released like humans do. Childe began to choke on your mass, desperately trying to make space to breath but it was all in vain as he couldnt grasp onto you. You fulled his every hole, giving him your kiss as you thanked him graciously for allowing you to feel at home again. Childes movements began to slacken, limbs unable to stand as he crashed to the ground and could no longer fight back. In those last moments Childe felt the embrace of the abyss he had wished to forget, that simliar experience he had so long ago however this time it was more… of a sweet caress then violent assult. 
Zhongli knew something was wrong. Childe hadnt met up with him the days to follow, he hadnt even been seen or reported by his fatui men. Zhongli paced the streets of Liyue in search for his friend when finally he came across the ginger however, only death was in his eyes one unlike the voidless eyes Childe once held now they seemed truly dead. 'Childe' smiled at his friend and walked away. Walking to the next closest feeling of home 'he' could feel.
Zhongli knew, he needed to get rid of the abomination that had taken his friend, his lover, away from him.
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Chapter 8 - Runaway. Episode 1.
Present time (more specifically last night, the 14th of May 2015) Evan: *My heart started pounding faster and faster as I drove my bike down the mountain side. Where could he be?! He could have made it far away by now. He could have hurt himself, or both? He could be laying dead somewhere? Evan! Dont you dare think like that! It was at least 2 hours since we sent out the search team for Andy, I had noticed he had left the house, and as there were no trace of him, and his phone seemed turned off, I had logged on to Facebook in the hopes of finding a clue to why he had left so suddenly without a word. What I found on Facebook made me unable to breathe. Andy had found a post on his ex's profile, about him expecting a child, due in December this year. Andy was devestated. I knew how hard he he tried convincing A to have a kid with him, and it was possible to, A, as I think I have slightly mentioned before, is a vampire, well technically he isn't a vampire, he is something much older, and much darker. He is a demon. A pretty out of control demon, so his family put a seal on him so he couldn't use his full strength any longer. Also they covered him with a vampire soul, as far as I understood, I might be a bit off on the details, it was always a very complicated matter anyway, so never fully understood it all. I mean, you try to come to terms with supernatural beings truly walking the earth. Yeah, it takes time to digest, but we never had that time. We were thrown into the tornado and expected to suck it up, and accept whatever we were told. No questions asked. As I was saying, in addition to the seal, a vampire soul was put inside him, to make his body apear dead, somehow numbing him further, but dont think he wasnt dangerous any longer. Trust me, he was. Lethal. And no, he didnt glitter or lived of blood from IV bags. He did feed on humans. He was a killer. A narcissistic know it all if you ask me. I used to like him, until I on close range watched the damage he did to Andy. In the beginning I tried brushing it off as 'they were bad for each other'. But truth to be told, Andy isn't that bad, not at all. And if you really think Andy is bad, you might have put that on him yourself. You narcissistic jackass! I was suddenly so angry I dug my nails into the handles on my bike, leaving marks in the rubber. I swear, if he wasn't immortal…. I shook my head, Evan, nothing good comes out of this, focus! I finally made it down the mountain, I had been home for a short while, to check if maybe Andy had returned, but as there were no sign of him, I quickly made a few calls to most of the people out searching for him, to let them know to keep going. It was late at night, the stars were sparkling and if it wasnt for the anxious feeling in my guts, I would actually have slowed down to enjoy this mild May night. As I made a turn around a bend on the road, I almost hit a car, my wheels screetching, my heart pounding in my head. My bike was send sliding into a field, and as I planted both feet on the ground, I barely prevented us from falling to the ground. I stood there, panting for air, watching the jackass drive off in his car, didn't even bother to check if I were okay although it was his fault. Andy, where the fuck are you!? I then noticed tears streaming down my cheeks, my stomach all of a sudden felt hollow and a lump was stuck in my throat. I felt short of breath, and decided to park the bike. With my shaky hands I lit a cig and watched the stars as I smoked about half of it, hoping Andy was still somewhere out there, alive. And then, halfway through my cig, my phone beeped. I was almost too scared to pick it from my pocket, expecting the worst news.*
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apaleflame · 7 months
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bg3 post epilogue slide show that exists in my imagination: [spoilers]
shadowheart and psymáre use their copious riches they collected during their adventure to buy some property in rivington, they have a house built for shadowheart’s parents and another for themselves. scratch and the owlbear cub have tons of room outside to run around and play!
funny idea popped into my head that psymáre should take over ownership of sorcerers sundries since it’s previous owner, uh, tragically died
im not sure where precisely astarion is living (maybe he also buys himself a house with all the gold we picked up) (also like, with cazador gone... who owns the szarr estate? maybe the gang pulls some legal strings so that astarion becomes the new owner, then he auctions off all of cazador's shit, and now has a ton of money. then oops the mansion burns to the ground. hooray insurance fraud!) but psymáre visits him often because they are friends. in her free time she’s researching ways for him to be able to walk in the sun again.
gale returns to waterdeep after retrieving the broken crown pieces from the river and returning them to mystra. psymáre’s roped him into her “helping astarion walk in the sun” project. she goes to visit him in waterdeep after everything at home for her has settled down and gets a grand tour of the city. they use magic skype to talk to each other when psymáre goes back to baldur's gate because they are wizard besties
wyll is in avernus, and so is karlach for the moment (a lot of players (including me) are disappointed that there's no way to give her a real happy ending, despite all the threads in act 3 that hint that there should have been a way, so... this might change pending future content updates) so unfortunately they don't see each other very much in person anymore :( but psymáre's a very smart wizard and makes magic skype work between planes so they can still catch up. i imagine she'd have a chat with barcus about potentially getting the iron hand gnomes and their new gondian allies to work on a solution to karlach's case
it seems like lae'zel and the gang permanently part ways after she returns to the astral plane, and I wish there had been a slightly longer goodbye scene with her if you had very high or exceptional approval with her. in my mind hers and psymáre's parting was a lot more like morrigan and the warden's friendship parting in da:o "i knew nothing of friendship before i met you, live well my friend, live gloriously". psymáre really didnt like lae'zel when she first met her and was surprised by how much she came to value their friendship (like... she only stole the hammer from raphael & freed orpheus because lae'zel asked her too. braving a devil's lair so you can free a guy who might just kill you when you release him for your friend is pretty ride-or-die, in my eyes). maybe they will meet again one day! i hope they will. psymáre's a high elf and still has many centuries of life left ahead of her, and in the astral plane lae'zel won't age, so who can say!
since jaheira lives in baldur's gate, that means they're neighbours and would still see each other! i dont see psymáre becoming a harper herself, but she'd be allied with them, certainly. jaheira goes home to her family and has a well deserved break from apocalyptic fuckery. also that reverse aging scroll jaheira has in her basement... psymáre's a high elf and is 370 years old, so she might expect to live another 400 years or so, whereas shadowheart... isn't going to live that long (elves live on average about 750 years, but half-elves only about between 128-180 years) ... maybe jaheira gives the scroll and her research to them, since she decided she wasnt going to use it?
(now ive made myself sad thinking about how all of astarion's friends are eventually going to die of old age :( maybe the "walking in the sun" fix will be to cure him of vamparism? this would be a good century or two into the future though, probably. give him plenty of time to decide if that what he wants or not. also plenty for psymáre to learn how to cast wish or find a scroll of true resurrection)
in halsin's romance ending he tell you that he's going to help the refugees and orphaned children start new lives in the now shadow curse-free lands, so obviously he's still gong to be doing that. i cant decide whether or not yenna goes with him or if psymáre and shadowheart adopt her lmao but i definitely think that they'd drop by and say hello whenever they're able. and im sure shadowheart would like to see moonrise towers back to its former glory!
i recruited minsc really late into act 3 so i didnt get to know him very well but i assume post-game that he's doing just fine i dont have any further thoughts on him lmao
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jescasparkles · 2 years
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2022.. well its been a while
im writing this for me but i dont care who sees it
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looking back on the memories, the deep thoughts and broken quotes i posted a decade ago, brings back so much
i started this in July 2010, before life got really hard, the only thing that really sucked at this point was me and Josh didnt really know wtf we were up to in an on and off again relationship and Dion wasnt talking to me because i was a threat to his gf at the time *insert dramatic eye roll here* 
man alot has happened and i sit here today feeling broken like its been too much and i want to cry alot, hoping that the new antidepressants start doing a better job soon...
so here goes
3rd of October 2010.. the thing that started it off was my mum dying from a brain aneurysm, this really put the cracks in our lives.. all of us
2011.. January Dion reached out and i didnt really know how to react, i wish i knew then what i know now and wish i could have helped him stay but...ill mention that soon.
my 21st came in May & the following week after years of pushing him away me and Ian started "dating"..
come august my friend Jono commited suicide, i was working when i got the news and it shocked me because his 21st was 2 weeks away and now he was dead
september broke me, Dion commited suicide, and my world came crashing down, now i know that we were never going to be anything more than friends, but leaving broke my heart, i still struggle to get my head around the fact that someone i loved with my whole soul no longer lived in a body, 4 hours away from me. he was gone and i never got to say good bye..
and a year had passed for mum
we went to RnV for new years that was fun minus the food poisoning 
Happy New Year welcome in 2012
Things seemed ok for the most part, i struggled with work and the loss i had endured.... next enter the antidepressants please...
Ash & Andrea Get Married
i then had female inside problems which made me stop taking them and my pill, i joked about wanting to quit and could we just have a baby so i didnt have to work..
well enter November 2012.. those 2 lines popped up and i was indeed pregnant .. Ian was being made redundant and that made things tough but we got there..
another year for mum & D
and another new years in Gisborne at RnV, this time very sober being 12 weeks pregnant
HAPPY NEW YEAR - Welcome 2013
we then all went on a mission to Hastings for a day at splash planet with my cousins - epic day
we had a boy Ryland in july of 2013
again 2013 , wasnt a big deal alot of 1sts for us as a new family
another year for mum & D
new years was at Onemana spent with Marshall family
HAPPY NEW YEAR  - Welcome 2014
Rylands first birthday, Dads 50th & Stephens 21st were a few reasons to celebrate
we also brought out 1st home together
& found out we were expecting another wee human in May 2015
another year for mum & D
New Years at home this time <3
HAPPY NEW YEAR - Welcome 2015
2015 saw the birth of our wee girl Amitee
again alot of learning as new parents of 2
Happy 2nd Birthday Ry
not alot happened that was life changing
another year for mum & D
HAPPY NEW YEAR - Welcome 2016
my memory blurs alot of things that arent really relevent but im trying to remember the years
Happy 1st Birthday Ammy
YAY we are engaged!
Happy 3rd Birthday Ry
another year for mum & D
New years at Onemana
HAPPY NEW YEAR - Welcome 2017
Happy 2nd Birthday Ammy
Happy 4th Birthday Ry
Ian & I Married on the 1st October - 7 years to the day from when mum asked him when he was going to marry me <3
another year for mum & D
Started having New Years at Home with our friends 
HAPPY NEW YEAR - welcome 2018
again not alot happened... 
Ryan & Emma Get Married
Happy 3rd Birthday Ammy
Happy 5th Birthday Ry
our wee boy started school ! how crazy to think 5 years had passed since we became parents!
Liss found out she was pregnant at the end of the year which was exciting
another year for mum & D
New Years at Home
HAPPY NEW YEAR - Welcome 2019
went to Tirohanga for Keren & kendals wedding 
WELL whoopsie we found out we were expecting baby #3!
poor liss lost her baby and that was such a shock for our girl
Happy 4th Birthday Ammy
Happy 6th Birthday Ry
& Aunty Leonie found out she had Liver Cancer
another year for mum & D
OCTOBER.  2019 - Welcome to our crazy world Effie
December 2019.. the start of the covid 19 pandemic...
HAPPY NEW YEAR .. Welcome 2020
Tirohanga again this year - this becomes out yearly camping trip before the kids are back at school
APRIL 2020 we went into lock down for like 6 weeks, we had to wear masks we could only go out for groceries , people around the world were dying 
MAY 2020 - My aunty Claire passes away from her brain tumor, this was bloody hard, no funeral due to lock downs
 Happy 5th birthday Ammy - you'll have to wait a few weeks to start school 
one out of daycare and one in Effie 
Happy 7th Birthday Ryland
the year was very hard lock downs and panic shopping
Grandma Found out she Also had liver cancer
another year for mum & D
Happy 1st Birthday Effie
we got to have a family xmas with aunty lisa being here which was sad and special
Happy New Year - Welcome 2021
Fuck me, here comes more shit - Hello More antidepressants
Uncle Bob found out he had Pancreatic Cancer - hes ok and in remission they caught it early 
Leonie Passed away start of Jan and then 2 weeks later so did grandma 
we managed through for a little bit , then Shit hit the fan and Uncle doug found out he had secondary liver cancer,... primarily in his pancreas.. he was given 7 months
we took the kids on their first trip to Gisborne, caught up with Emma & ryan before they left to Cambodia for a year, leaving Gisborne was hard this time.. thinking we would maybe never be back never see dougs family home that was a home to all of us...
another year for mum & D
Happy New Year - Welcome 2022
well here we are almost up to date 
Another fun camping trip in tirohanga for Auckland anniversary
Then a 10 day family holiday to Christchurch with the kids for James 21st
In March Uncle Doug came to Matamata and spent 3 weeks with Dad, They went on a fishing trip together & had an amazing time
April dad and ian made and office for me for all my buisness stuff, easter weekend he cut his fingers opene with a skill saw and had to have surgery
hes still going through rehab on his hand and here comes may
aunty claires anniversary we found out dougs chemo was no longer working, the boys rangled to get home , stu coming from aussie and ryan and emma from cambodia..
they were all home by the 8th may
my mental health has been pretty bad now, and im not on new antidepressants 
on the evening on Ammys 7th birthday, May 13th at 6:45pm uncle doug left this world to be with the rest of our loved ones..
and to say we are broken once more is an understatement
heading back to gizzy, to realise that we are now the adults its just Dad and Aunty Lizzy left
being there and leaving makes me want to cry .. its brought up so many memories i had of visiting their house, i even had my first kiss in their damn house.. & the first time i met Dion haha ill never forget my 14 year old self trying to act cool when this beautiful tall 16 year old friend of ashleys walked in, that i hadnt yet met.. and then when they left grilling ash for the details and him telling Dion i thought he was hot haha ..but so then all my memories with him flooded in, the times id come to gizzy and text him i was there, he would pick me up and hang, the first time i kissed him, just i had alot of love for him & even though im married and have a different life that i love with my whole life, my heart still aches for his Loss, and now losing Doug & the house being up for sale, the goodbyes, its bloody hard now , 31 year old me is sad and i know its ok to be sad, and i have some bloody good friends, but i think i just want to sit and cry it all out, cry till i cant cry anymore. but its tough - when your a mum and you have to deal with day to day activities its hard.
next week ill be 32.. please let this be a better year around the sun 
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connwaer-s · 3 years
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hmm
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spicy-tomato · 3 years
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Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼
sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry
You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,
Daddy dream <3
Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go
You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him
“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him
“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.
“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.
“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.
“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.
“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”
“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.
“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.
You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.
“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.
“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.
“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.
“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.
“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.
“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.
“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.
“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.
“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him
“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.
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turtle-go-brrrr · 3 years
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4 times Leonardo was a dork and the time he wasn’t
Heya! I adore the "strong stoic character does something embarrassing or dumb" trope, and Leo has been left behing from that one. Also, my fervent Leo Simp Friend said these were all good ideas and I trust his judgment completely, so it's also for him. Enjoy, you Dork-ass Looser (affectionate) @weird-flex-but-ok
I have one of these "4 times ______ and 1 time ______" stories for each of them, I just got really inspired by him all of a sudden. But they're coming!
There might be a few typos here and there, but I really don't wanna wait any longer to post it :3
Requested: No
Pairing: None, platonic
Word count: 2500 +
Triggers: cursing, injuries, blood, intrusion
Summary: You were always sort of intimidated by the leader in blue, but a series of events shows you he might not be as serious as he wants you to think.
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First time
It took you a while to get along with all of them.
Not because you didn't trust them, or because they made it difficult, and certainly not because they're mutants. You're just not that good with new people, and you tend to shy away. Especially when you have New York's heroes in front of you.
So yeah. It took a while. But soon enough, you warmed up to your new friends, and you had a great time. Mikey was the first who made you feel welcomed, always asking questions about you and insisting you came to the lair in the first place. Donnie followed soon, after you started asking about what he was working on. It took a bit more work to get closer to Raph, but it turns out sarcasm was the way to go.
If only their leader was as approachable.
He never made you feel unsafe or unwelcomed, don’t get me wrong, he just kept a professional distance with you, which started to become quite painful as time went on. You tried not to take it personally, thinking he maybe was as shy as you were.
You had time anyway.
It was early in the evening when you made your way to the lair. For the first time since you met the turtles, you went there alone. You were a little nervous, thinking you might get lost in the maze of tunnels under the city, but figured you could just call someone if anything happened. Lucky for you, you found your way to your friend’s place, but not without hustle.
As you entered, you realized it was uncharacteristically quiet. The only sounds you could here were the faint music and the not so faint curses from Donatello’s lab. The smart decision seemed to be leave him alone, which is exactly what you did.
You haven’t been here long enough to know where to find the others, and as you didn’t exactly felt like staying alone in the living space, you tried finding your way to the dojo, as it was one of the other places you knew well.
Of course, now you got lost. Venturing into the sewers was fine, but walking into your friend's home wasn't, apparently.
You found something else, however. This particular tunnel led to a room you could identify as someone's room. You could see the large bed in the middle of the room, a small table with a bottle of water, a book, and a makeshift alarm. A set of twin swords were hanging on the right wall, just above a small bookshelf.
On your left was another table with a (healthy, you noted) bonsai tree, and next to that was Leonardo, facing a mirror. He had his right arm lifted up to his head, and was looking right to you through the mirror.
He looked absolutely horrified.
What the fuck.
He slowly rubbed his face in his hands, let out a long sigh, and turned to you, more tense than you've ever seen him. He cleared his throat as you pince your lips in a thin line to hold back a smile.
"Hello, Y/N. I... didnt think you'd come in so early."
Despite the badly lit room, you can see him bite the inside of his cheek.
"Yeah, uh, I didnt mean to... interrupt you," you say. Your voice is slightly shaking as it takes all of your willpower not to burst out laughing. And he definitely notices.
"You didn't! I uh, wasn't doing anything anyway. So, tell me- what brings you to the lair?" He asks, avoiding your eyes.
"Oh, Mikey invited me, he said I wasnt allowed to skip on movie night. You know how strong willed he is," you smirks, unable to handle it much longer.
Stiff as a board, you see the corner of his mouth twitching and hear him whisper, "... I wasn't flexing."
Silence.
You snort laugh hard enough to choke on it as you quickly turn around to hold yourself against the wall, the insanity of the situation crashing on you. Leo sat at the foot of his bed, head in his hands, and you could see him shake in repressed laughter once you wiped your tears away.
You sit next to him after finally calming down from the hysteria. He sighs, straightens his back and gives you a side glance.
"I'm not judging."
"You're still laughing, though."
"Yeah, but like, I guess I just wasn't expecting that. Still not judging."
He nods, still smiling. His voice is at least 3 octaves higher when he asks, "Please, don't tell the others."
"And what, give them the privilege of knowing about your little... ritual? Nah, don't worry about it."
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Second time
The second time your assumptions about the leader were subverted happended only two weeks after the... incident.
You had invited the whole crew to your place for the very first time, and they were all excited to come. You made a copious dinner: a few veggie cakes, chicken wings and a bowl of roasted potatoes. They were supposed to bring the drinks and movies, and April and Casey were in charge of the desert.
A perfect night, it seemed.
And it would have been if they could decide what to watch first without jumping at each other's throats.
"You guys need to grow up."
"Leave me out of thi-"
"Donnie's suggesting Velocipastor of all things and you think we need to grow up? Come on, Y/N, I thought you were better than that."
"Okay, first of all, how dare you. And second, this movie's a masterpie-"
"Yeah, because everyone knows that his supremior intellect means he's the only one who gets to choose a dumb movie. Why won't you guys watch Sharknado?"
"Supremior isn't a word. And it's because unlike you, peasants, I have taste." A devilish smile creeps up Donnie's face. The bastard is doing it on purpose.
"Peasants?!"
"You ugly-ass son of a-"
"Hey! Leave Dad out of this!"
"We could watch Shrek instead?"
You decided to go get some glasses in the kitchen, leaving the children to their stupid fight. Searching through your cupboard, you hear a crashing sound, quickly followed by utter and complete silence.
Oh no.
In insight, leaving them alone was maybe not the best idea. You were reconsidering bringing glasses into the mess as you made your way to the origin of the sound. And what a mess it was.
Your friends were all expressing shock in some way, Casey (surprisingly) being the most dramatic of them all with his hands right in front of his face and his jaw hanging open. They were all looking back and forth between you and another direction near the table.
The really cool bowl that held the delicious potatoes you made was broken on the floor. There was glass and potatoes everywhere, but the biggest shards were in a neat pile, right behind Leonardo, who looked like a deer in headlights.
"... nothing happended."
"I'm... starting to think it's a habit of yours," you say as you watch him not so discretely try to hide the broken pieces behind his foot.
"Look, if you keep putting your foot in there you're gonna hurt yourself. Just, step away a bit, will you?"
"I'm sorry I broke it. Let me help you clean up, I don't want you to cut yourself."
"It's okay! Don't touch it, I'll get a bag," you say as he starts to gather the biggest shards.
Won't even listen for one second, will he?
Raph was already picking up the untouched potatoes to put them in the plates on the table, and April went to the kitchen with you to retrieve the bag and cleaning supplies.
"Ew, Mikey don't eat that."
"Thirty seconds rule, baby."
"It's five seconds, you moron. And it's way over thirty anyway. Spit it out."
The rest of the night went on without further issues, but Leo still looked apologetic during the movie. Which is probably why he was standing before you as his brothers were leaving.
"Thank you for the evening. And I'm... sorry again for the bowl."
"Hey it's okay, man. Don't worry about it. As long as no one gets hurt it's not that big of a deal."
"I'll get you a new one." He doesn't wait for your answer and ruffles your hair before taking off.
"Text me when you guys get home!" You scream into the night, hoping one of them heard you.
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Third time
It's surprisingly easy to mess with Fearless.
You were in the living room, getting your ass beat on Mario Kart by Mikey, when you decided to take a break for your stomach (and ego)’s sake. You made your way to the kitchen, where Leo and Raph were in a heated discussion. Raph looked
“I’m telling you, 4 inches is too small. What do you get from 4 inches ? Nothing. But 10 inches ? It really makes you feel something.”
What?
You looked down on the table and saw multiple ingredients lined up on the table, with a long piece of bread on the side.
Oh, sandwiches. Got it.
Leo’s back was facing you, but Raph gave you a knowing glance, one that said ‘do it’. So, you did. Not without a smirk, first.
“Oh, wow, Leo ! I didn’t think you’d be so open about that kind of conversations.” You open the fridge, hoping you can hide your smile behind the door.
“What ? What do you m-” His face falls. Raph starts chuckling next to you and it looks like Leo’s brain is rebooting. 
“I mean, I’m not judging. You do you, buddy, I’m happy for you. Just surprised you choose lunch time to talk about it.” And in other circumstances, you’d mean every word. But right now, messing with your friend is too good to pass on.
“No, hold on- I didnt mean- It’s not what you think ! I’m talking about sandwiches !” He tries to show you the ingredients currently on the table, but Raph decides it’s time to join the fun.
“Lying isn’t vey Bushido of you, Honor Boy,” he winks at you and you can’t repress a giggle.
He puts his face in his hands, knowing very well that the both of you ganged up on him but unable to save face. He just smiles, goes back on his chair and hides his head in his arms, hoping you won’t see how embarassed you made him.
“Hey, you like what you like. Have fun with your sandwiches.” You give him an innocent smile, pat him twice on the shoulder, and join Mikey back on the couch with a plate of grapes.
You could hear Raph’s light chuckle from the kitchen.
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Fourth time
Mornings are hard.
And they’re even worse when you spent the whole night sewing an arm back together after a sword gave it a nasty cut. And getting glass shards off of your friend’s shell. And putting a bone back in it’s rightful place after a particularly bad fall.
Yeah. Long night. And a tense one, too.
Because with the physical pain came the chock and residual fears, the anger and blaming. Everyone was stil on guard, and all that tension was exhausting. You barely slept, too worried that one of your friend’s state would degrade if you didn’t keep an eye on them at all times. Which didn’t really help you get the rest you needed.
If you were hoping the morning would be kinder on all of you, you quickly realized that it was a mistake. While, luckily for the turles, the mutagen was already healing their physical wounds, the emotional exhaustion of the previous night was still heavy. Of all of your conscious friends, not one dared break the eerie silence.
It was weird, seeing them like this. But you couldn’t force yourself to say anything, strangely scared of what could happen. You resumed to making breakfast for everyone and bringing clean towels to the still sleeping feverish turtle in the medbay. Splinter and Mikey were at the kitchen table, quietly accepting your offering, when Leo came into the room from the medbay.
He was still half asleep, and in his drowsiness didn’t see the wall he accidentally ran into.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there.”
Everyone turned to Leo, who it took a solid minute of staring blindly at the wall to realize what just happened.
Donnie was the first to laugh. It didn’t take long for april and Mikey to join, soon followed by Splinter affectionately patting his son’s arm. Leo smiled and shook his head, as their lighthearted laugh was contagious.
The leader in blue was more of a goofball than what you first expected, and you were grateful for it in the fading tensions of the morning.
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One time he wasn't
When someone intrudes your home, especially at 4 am when you were sleeping in the next room, a lot of things go through your head.
Did they take anything?
Yes. Your bag with your wallet, some cash, your credit card, your ID, and a few fidelity cards from various stores. Your laptop. A set of keys. That one blanket Raph made you (probably to carry everything without making too much noise).
Why you?
Why not? Your apartment isn't isolated, but it's not exactly on a main street either. It was probably practical for them.
Were they armed?
Who knows. Maybe. Maybe not. Probably. Statistically, most likely.
What could have happened if you had tried to confront them?
A lot of things. Maybe, if you let them know you were awake and knew what was going on, without necessarily confronting them, it would have been enough to make them run away. Or maybe there were multiple armed people, and they wouldn't hesitate to use force if necessary.
Who knows.
Can the police find this person?
Statistically? No. At least, that's what Casey told you when you asked him. Unless they got really lucky, they won't find anything.
Or at least the stuff they stole?
Again, unlikely. Unless they can trace your laptop back to the guy, or someone can give a physical description and a direction, there's not a lot they can do.
What can you do now?
Call your bank. And your insurance. And your landlord. Let them know what happened and follow their directive, they'll guide you through their procedure and help you soften the blow.
Casey was the first person you called when you woke up this night, and he was at your place within minutes with two other colleagues (the closest he could find). He spent the rest of the night reassuring you, helping you with the phone calls, asking around for witnesses, but nothing.
It's weird, feeling unsafe for the first time in a place you had called Home for years. It's disturbing. You can feel the nausea your anxiety is giving you, and a headache starts to grow at the back of your skull.
You don't really like this feeling.
So when your turtle friends dropped by the next evening without telling you and you welcomed them with a swing of your favorite pan, let's just say reactions were split.
"I can hack into your computer to find its location if you want. Wouldn't be the first time."
"What?"
"What? I mean, I didn't do it for your location last time. I know all about your search history, though."
"We're gonna have a talk about boundaries and privacy once we're done dealing with that," you sigh. You crash down on the couch next to your friend and mindlessly watch him work.
Leo comes up to you and gently nudges your shoulder. "Hey, do you have a toolbox somewhere? We brought locks to put on your door and windows. You know, just in case."
You nod, quiet, and lead him to your room where you keep most of the most useful stuff you own, including but not limited to a toolbox and a first aid kit.
Your movements were almost mechanical as you retrieved the box and handed it to him, and you decided to help him put up the locks to keep your mind occupied.
He was concerned. You looked like you were still in choc, which he could completely understand. Getting robbed is awful in itself, but getting robbed while you're sleeping in the next room? Horrific, in his mind.
He was also furious. He couldn't be there for you. This person had the nerves to go after his friend, and what if you got hurt? He wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.
He noticed he was staring when your eyes met his.
"Hey. We're gonna do whatever we can to find them. We're also gonna focus our patrols in your neighborhood for at least a few weeks, until you feel better," he puts a hand on your shoulder. "It's gonna be okay Y/N. Trust me."
You look up to him, and when you look into his eyes, you know he means it. You let your head fall against his plastron as he holds you against him, a silent promise for safety.
"Hey shorty," Raph pulls his head into the crack of the door to address you. "Wanna learn how to fight? I can turn you into a death machine."
You heard the faint "Raph, what the fuck" coming from Mikey who was still in the living room.
You gave a small laugh as you got up, Leo following you closely to the living room.
"Hey! Fighting isn't for everyone. But I could make you a really cool taser, if you want."
"What's with you and tasers?"
"They're efficient."
The bell ringed and April came in holding 4 boxes of pizza, that Mikey assisted her with as soon as she set a foot inside.
You looked around at your friends as April brandished the pizzas like a trophy while Raph and Donnie went back and forth trying to decide who, between man power and electricity, would win in a fight.
And you realized that yes, Leo was right.
It's gonna be okay.
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j!!! omg. the party was a good time! we walked to my roommates friends house first bc she lives close by. she told me i looked great. so i had a confidence boost. and i said thanks and thanked her for inviting us. and she said “yeah i was told to bring some people and thought of you two. and dylan (thigh tat guy) said i should bring you two so that was perfect” and in my head i was like oh 👀 interesting. and anyway then we went to his house. and said hi to dylan who gave me a hug and his roommates. we talked for a bit and then we went to get drinks. and then we went to dance and whatever. and out of the corner of my eye i saw dylan talking to some girl. not that i was jealous i just didnt know what to expect from him yk. but then some guy started dancing with us. he leaned down to tell me i looked very nice and i said thanks. but he kind of had a weird vibe. and tried to offer me his cup that was totally full when i said i needed a new drink. i declined ofc. but when my friends and i tried to go somewhere else he followed us. so i found dylan and told him this guy was being sketch so he pretended like he needed us for something and took us to another room. and thankfully when we went back we didnt see that guy again.
but after we mentioned how that was kind of creepy, dylan made sure he stayed with us. and eventually i wanted to go outside for some air even though it was so cold out lol. but he went with me and my friends stayed with his roommates bc they didnt want to go out in the cold lol. i was sitting on the edge of their porch and he said “it’s good seeing you again” which made me smile 🙈 and i said “good seeing you too”. and he told me i looked beautiful. i blushed and tried to hide my face. but he got closer and moved my hair out of my face. and he goes “i still think about that one night with you” and then i leaned on his shoulder so he couldn’t see how red i was getting. and i mumbled that i did too. and idk what was gonna happen out there. but then there was a gust of wind and i shivered and he said we should go back inside so i wasnt cold.
so we went back inside and went back to our little group. eventually my friends wanted to leave to go to some other thing with people they knew but i didnt so i didnt want to go. and dylan told them he’d take me home later and they could go to their thing if we wanted. so they left. and it was me and the guys lol. but their party didnt last too much longer. and his roommates were like thank you for coming we’ve all gotta hang out soon. and i was like yeah ofc you guys are fun thanks for the invite. and they told dylan to made sure i got home safe and sound in one piece lol. so he drove me home. and we maybe made out in his car. but then he walked me to the door, told me to have a good night, and kissed me again. and i told him to let me know when he got home and he smirked and was like “is that you asking me to text you?” and i said “its just to make sure you make it home alive” and he stopped looking so smug and was like “i will” and he did. and now we have been texting all day 🙈
my jaw is on the floor ohhhh my gooooood! he-- you guys-- oh man. you HAVE to go see him again soon somehow! he followed you onto the porch?? after protecting you all night?? i am just screaming right now. and he still thinks about that night??? is he trying to kill us all? oh my gosh and he took you home and you kissed again. please please tell me you're still texting!!
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papers4me · 3 years
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Fruits Basket,Se03, Ep 9 (part 1)
“ppl & feelings can’t be bound down”~
What an ep for my girl tohru! She completed her growth thanks to kyo’s rejection. really, It was so hard, cruel, understandable but above all so necessary for her to reach a logical realistic conclusion that “I can love/want things from the bottom of my heart, but at the end I can’t force or bound them to me, I won’t regret loving/wanting them, but I’ll move forward regardless, no more standing still”.
-The fear of being alone:
Aren’t we all? We’re scared to face the word after breaking bonds, changing, not getting what we want, having to start over. Such feelings run deeper into us all. Both tohru & akito were scared to face the word without the old comfortable bond that they got used to:
Tohru realized today, that she cant keep talking to a cold photo, can’t live according to her mom’s expectations, to fulfill her mom’s wishes, can’t narrate her daily life to her mom & fill her life with other ppl’s own issues to distract her self from facing her own loneliness & from looking deeper into what should she do with her life. As she fell in love with kyo, tohru started talking to him! forgetting to inform her mom abt her life’s details, thinking abt what will she do “after graduation?”. As kyo asked in se02, ep2. Graduating highschool is ur mom’s wish, What would u wanna do after?” Tohru didnt have a response of “an after”cuz her mom wasnt there to tell her! Tohru has to choose “the after” herself!!!! “The after” was being with kyo & starting life together! figuring what to do next together! She no longer alone! she found her most precious person!
Except: he cant be with her. Again tohru is scared. What to do now! she wanted a bond but is forced to leave it. Loving kyo was stage 1 to be free from her grief. Moving forward without kyo is stage 2 to learn not to repeat the painful journey again! She didnt let go of her mom & kyo easily. It was hard, scary but she must do it. You must respect their wishes & move on. As scared as she is, there will be sadness & happiness ahead.
Akito realized she cant keep an empty box, cant keep fulfilling her dad’s wishes to “be loved & special” cant bound the zodiacs to her for good. They may love her or not, it doesn't matter, if they wish to leave for whatever reason, she cant force them to stay.
Except now that the zodiacs are leaving, what does she have to live for? who will be with her? she isnt good with strangers? she never met anyone who wasnt forced to obey her & be grateful for her. Strangers cant be forced to love her! what will she do now? stretch you hand for a greeting. Tohru told her, make a friend, they might refuse you, but hey might accept u too, I’ll make it easy, Hi, I;m tohru, whats ur name?
The power of true love: ( reality vs fiction)
In fairy tales, the princess fix the prince. the prince save the princess. The prince kiss the princess, she wakes up & they be happy ever after. Except real life has no prince & princess, You cant always be saved, you cant always save others, pure intense true love cant always be the answer!
Yuki was first when tohru needed physical saving. he saved her twice! Yuki’s nickname in school ”the prince”. Yuki is always cool, thoughtful & kind. Yuki always knew what to say & do! he deserves tohru’s romantic love more than kyo, right? But “ppl & feelings can’t be bound down”~ . Yuki didn't feel this way towards tohru, granted no one (excepts kakeru) knows the reason why he loves her fondly (she’s his mom figure). The official” prince isnt the one for her. Real life isn’t a fairy tale. Yuki has someone who sees he isn’t cool, perfect or a prince “ granted no one knows abt machi, yet! ) XD
In tohru monologue: she didnt think abt saving, that's not why she loves kyo. She stated normal, silly, mundane things! a shy smile, awkward kindness & the likes. Stuff ppl love abt each other in real life. You dont say, I love my husband cuz he saved me from a burning building in the 7th floor! lol. But fiction is so full of this. Princes saving princesses.
Tohru didnt fix kyo, too! as much as her love helped him greatly to find hope, the best writing choice is that tohru’s love also brought despair to kyo! To him, she’s the symbol of hope, peace & comfort! she’s also, the symbol of despair, torment & unease! EPIC! The kyo who’s stuck in the past cant be with her, the kyo who will move beyond trauma, abuse & broken soul will be with her. The duality is all on kyo’s shoulder: what will he choose? Can he choose in his state now?
In fairy tales the princess wakes up after the kiss. In real life, we don't. Tohru didn’t. Regardless if she fainted during or after the kiss. The kiss fixed nothing. Kyo’s despair in seeing near-dead tohru in a not-so-subtle mimic to his nightmare, has manifested itself into the sweetest kiss upon seeing her conscious & talking. Kyo isnt good with words, his actions are his words. When he’s scared, sad, in trauma: running away. when he’s  fond of her, grateful for her existence: head knock, head pats, hand holding & a kiss. Still the kiss fixed nothing. Kyo is still traumatized more than ever now. Tohru still feels rejected “even if I’m not with you, plz live”.
Talking fixes everything. It didn’t here, kyo & tohru talked & showed their most vulnerable side to the other, but still didn’t meet half ways, regardless of all the love. That’s cuz they keep missing each other’s best timing. Kyo is stuck in the past while tohru has moved forward. even if in her mind she’s the one who stood & he moved. this shows they aren’t on the same wave yet. Before meeting each other again, kyo must learn from his mistake like tohru did. He must face his ultimate demon: his dad. The one who created the current broken kyo.
Rebelling against parents: ( sign of growth & freedom of choice):
Rebelling against parents  is a sign of a desire to choose one’s path, decide one’s own future. Away to express an oppressed desire.
Yuki rebelled against his mom in se02. he told her I’m not going to the college you chose. I’ll chose my path. I’m not staying away from Ayame. My bro is good in my book. I chose who I want to be with. He told her what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.
Tohru rebelled against her mom today. told her I’m not wasting myself doing only what you I think you’ll approve off. You might bot forhet kyo, thats ur choice, But I DO. I love him even if you might not approve of him, Even if he rejected me, my feelings wont change, but I’ll move forward from the grief & pain. mother. She told her what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.
Kyo WILL rebelled against his disgusting dad. He MUST. It is his turn now. He’ll tell him I’m not wasting myself being locked in a cage. I have a future! I’m not a monster. I am LOVED! I might not 100% sure why I’m loved, but the truth cant be hidden. I have ppl who love me! cheer for me! I want to live! enough of death! mom & kyoko died, tohru nearly did, but I’m not gonna die! I’m not killing ME! I’‘ll do what MOM didnt do! I’ll do what YOU couldn't do! I’ll live! He’ll tell him what he needed, turned his back & moved forward.  I cant wait! I’m in tears just thinking abt it! Kyo was punished enough! time for happiness!
Side Notes:
While I’m impressed with tohru’s growth, as they did her justice in this ep, this doesn’t erase that the buildup for tohru’s own journey & trauma was mediocre. There is a reason ppl commented ” omg tohru, you can love your mom AND kyo!. ” Grief is illogical, long process & it sucks that we weren’t allowed to experience tohru’s grief & her mom’s role in tohru’s abandonment issues. Huge lost opportunity that a good conclusion ep cant erase! but like tohru, I’m moving on ~
The path of growth for kyo will start by rejecting the demon: his dad. No. other. option. Hold abusers accountable for their crimes. Stop their madness. Tell them off.
We know kyo is baka! that’s his trade mark, the endearing baka! a lot of characters in the show think so! I love it, but I’m craving baka-yuki! XD! really, yuki is cool, level-headed & smart, but let him be baka too! this only shows up in tiny microscopic doses, but they’re my fave doses of yuki! it humanizes the “perfect prince”, the “gifted high status rat”! Thus him not seeing kyo running the other side, is my fave look on him! XD.
I appreciate that kyo & yuki put their differences aside when they’re with tohru. You cant tell yuki is hella pissed off with kyo, but he restrained himself. His gaze while full of anger is also full of sympathy as he heard/saw kyo’s panic upon the thought of loosing tohru. He understand they both only mean the best for each other, but also tried they both keep missing each other & not meeting half way! Also, yuki being the only one in the hospital is realistic & endearing. No need for them all to be there & yuki lives with her & is so close to her.
kyo not being the hospital is fantastic! thank you writer-San! why would kyo go to the hospital after thinking his nightmare came true? kyoko /his mom warned him, you’ll hurt another person.. he did.. he didn't cause her fall... but caused her sadness & hurt.
Momiji’s reprimanding gaze is my fave look on him! Also, the best response to what akito did. Akito isnt used to such judgemental gaze. Kureno grabbed her cheeks, gently told her you shouldn't do that, the old maid told her you are right, Dr. Hatori erased her mistakes from ppl heads & bodies, shigure being either cold or kissing her ass, coxing her to yet torment another zodiac in his grand scheme to break the curse as happened in the beach arc.
You bet hana & arisa will be there next ep! Arisa will meet kureno & akito for sure. To path the way for their romance as seen in the ED.
Shigure’s “remorse” is a whole can of worms. Playing with ppl’s hearts & feelings to gain someone’s affection is no laughing matter. Each time blood is shed, he contributed somehow. he didnt force anyone to hurt the other, but he played with matches & never got hurt.
Shigure must be glad akito stabbed kureno. Not cuz he’s sadistic or bad person. He isn’t, but cuz akito stabbing kureno is akito cutting her bond with him. Go shigure, your girl removed her lover with blood. Kureno is punished for sleeping with ur girl by blood! so, when is ur punishment for sleeping with ur lover’s mom? none? ok.
The animation is good. They didnt villinize akito by drawing extra manic features like se02. Kyo’s broken & tormented face once again epicly drawn. However, akito’s slaps on tohru’s face were comedic, unnecessary & such bad taste! Stop using violence for extra drama, furuba!
Also, tohru, I love you, I understand you are broken but charging at a person, who has a history of violence & physical abuse & holding a knife, is stupid. No other description. I’m glad she didnt accidentally kill you in her initial rage.
Everything akito’s redemption, kureno & shigure are part 2 in my review.
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Tommy's prison/revival arc isnt well written actually
Anyways ive been wanting to talk on it a while for a bit here but havent had the Time or like. The thought to. But im gonna go off now.
First off im gonna say im ASSUMING this stream and plot of tommy being in the prison with dream is written entirely by tommy and dream. Wilbur May be involved in the latest stream but im not sure.
Bringing tommy back to life after only three days of him being dead did practically nothing to progress plot, the characters, or audience's understanding. In fact i feel that it damaged Other characters' potential and plot and already established plotlines.
The 'development' aspect
A really, really easy way to see if anything has changed or developed through an arc or plotline is to straightup just compare the 'beginning' to the 'end' in terms of the barebones situation. So;
Beginning: tommy is trapped in an isolated prison cell with dream, his own abuser who has hurt him in the past, for an unknown amount of time. He's terrified of dream and being stuck there with him.
End: tommy is trapped in an isolated prison cell with dream after being killed then revived by him, his own abuser whos hurt him in the past, for an unknown amount of time. Hes terrified of dream and being stuck there with him.
Okay. This is simplified obvious. But the point stands. ALTHOUGH the troupe of 'going back to the beginning' is common in the heroes journey its. It doesnt work here. Has tommy learned anything? Has he changed as a character? Is the severity of their situation any different? Have we, as the audience, learned anything new?
Im going to expand on that last point because i think it has the strongest potential argument. Technically for progression in literature and development of plot/characters, things can Change without them being Aware as characters. It can change just by the audience's perception changing or being challenge.
Slight example: i've been reading a webcomic called Your Throne. Its a fantasy/political drama about a noble lady who entered a competition with another noble lady to become the empress. The main lady lost despite her being a better fit, and the comic starts with the main lady trying to assassinate the empress. Its assumed and stated by the main lady that she 'ruined her life' and so thats all the readers know. However, later in the novel we see flashbacks to the competition itself and find that the two ladies were extremely close friends, neither wanting anything bad for the other, but it was the emperor himself who manipulated both of them for his own agenda. Those flashbacks gave us an entirely different idea of who the real antagonist is and completely changed the two main ladies' relationship. THAT is how the audience's understanding of the plot and novel can be used to change the entire story. We dont get such here though
Some things that were brought to light during tommy being dead/revived:
Dream is capable of reviving people infinitely
This was already implicated and assumed. The book dream has being a means of reviving people has been around Technically since schlatt's death. This just 'confirmed' what was known
Time works differently/feels longer in the afterlife
This doesnt really impact much beyond emotions and implications. If we had more insight into what the 'afterlife' is like beyond nothingness perhaps so. But really it just makes it so wilbur being dead for what feels like 9 years and tommy having been dead for 2 months appeal to emotions.
Wilbur is evil
This one fuckin sucks i cant lie HSKSHSISSGEGDV. Like i was gon go on bout it and i will but it jus sucks. We have nothing to go on besides tommy's word, no examlles of what Horrible things wilbur said could make tommy assume this, etcetc. Ill most likely make a seperate post on how this feels like we're just going to get 'wilbur is a horrible villain' type with him. But still. I feel wilbur Not Being Good isnt a new development.
Dream is going to revive wilbur
This doesnt feel new either, part because phil had wanted to revive wilbur before (ill get to that more later) and that tommy had kept dream alive/initially imprisoned him with the idea of him reviving wilbur.
Dream believes wilbur will break him out of prison
Okau this makes no sense to me actually. I cwnt understand How exactly wilbur would be able to do this? Or why dream believes he even Could? Mans been dead for like 9 years and all we Know of the afterlife is that its black... nothingness. How would 9 years of that make wilbur capable of busting the prison open?
So. Yeah. All in all this plotline hasnt done anything new, developed things, or altered people's perceptions. We just ended up back at square one. Back to tommy being traumatized, dream being 'evil' and horrible and doing villain monologues, and them being stuck together.
Other characters and plotlines
Im pretty damn sure tommy's revival fucked up a LOT of other characters' plotlines and potential development. Honestly i feel this has a lot to do with the writers not communicating with other ccs well enough. But Ill talk about specific characters from least to most fucked over in my opinion:
Sam
He's the best off. He hqd been there during tommy's death, had been close to tommy, had majorly blamed himself and his own mistakes for tommy's death. His grief and self hatred was actually really heartbreaking and well done. The attached character of Sam Nook being unaware of tommy's death and simply waiting for tommy to return was a really good parallel to sam's own grief and anger. like it really snapped sam the guy who cares for tommy and wants to do Right by him back together with him as the Warden of the prison. Mixed personal life with 'just business'.
I feel it wouldve been nice to have him like. Have more time to grieve properly and come to terms eith tommy's death and his own involvement/influence over the events. Him finding tommy alive again Could be a means of him like. Facing his own grief head on if done well.
Ranboo
Mostly in the context of him and sam's argument do i feel it got screwed over. The weight of them yelling at each other and trying to find who to blame and the implications that Maybe ranboo was the one who caused the security breach that closed down the prison on tommy just.... doesnt hit so hard anymore. Because how can there be blame and arguments and a 'who done it' mystery when tommy popped up all fine again?
Puffy
I dony know much of her involvement or how she found out tommy died (besides metagaming shhhhh) but i saw her monologuing of how they 'failed' tommy and like. Her whole 'he was so young we the Adults failed him' spiel is like........... inconsequential? Now??? Like no dont worry he died but hes alright now.
Philza
BET YOU DIDNY EXPECT TO SEE THIS FUCKER!!!!!! But actually though i want to talk bout how this ties into phil. A LOT. for Zalbr ❤. But also because i see ppl tying phil to tommy's death n like nah shutup u doin it wrong. Ill go off more in a Wilbur Post. But essentially: i dont like that dream is now going to revive wilbur. I feel they arent going to tie philza into this Despite phil having originally been trying to revive his son and studying on it and Attempting and Failing. But now suddenly dream can just. Say some magic words and Poof wilbur lives? So we're just going to Kill philza's revival attempts plotline and leave that hanging? This made his efforts seem pointless and Wack like oh why didnt you just Say The Magic Words phil????
Niki
I feel really bad for niki. She hasnt been able to do a lore stream during tommy's 'death' (she tweeted she wanted to but her computer wasnt working) and considering her entire character.... that shit is important. We seen it with Jack Manifold how tommy's death impacted Him considering he literally wanted tommy dead. And since niki is in a similar boat to jack of trying to kill tommy and it being her Only goal...... thats extremely important.
BUT. i feel there wasnt any communication. Did she or anyone even know tommy would be revived? Did no one consider they could At Least let her do a single stream on it? Like jack manifold????
We couldve gotten a Really good niki lore stream. I genuinely was so excited for it and i dont regularly watch her. But we seen it with jack manifold which is why i dont feel he got screwed because mans genuinely did So Good he could pop off with anything n i think it works in His favour. But now........ for niki. Canonically she never even knew tommy was Dead. So its like nothing even happened for her. Is she just supposed to continue on trying to kill tommy with no progression?
What i think would work
This is more me being like 'hey @ the dsmp writers let me in' type speculation sbosegussgs. But i was thinkin on a Really easy way to 'fix' this without rewriting lore and the streams.
Dream should kill tommy again now that he's been revived and Leave Him Dead.
More development for the characters who are affected by his death Especially niki. More time for grief and self reflection and development
A chance for the audience to figure out what the 'afterlife' really is.
Dream is supposed to be smart and a master manipulator or something right? Why doesnt he use being able to revive tommy as a bargaining chip with sam for his own freedom?
The audience would now Know dream's intentions with tommy better, that this death isnt 'final', but we could still see other characters' grief and reactions and coping without it feeling cheap. Ive seen some 'but people dont know tommy is alive so hes still dead in their mind' but that sucks imo.
We'd know more on dream's ability to revive people and that he can just Do It on a whim (which i think sucks but hey im trying) but no one else would know this canonically
Okay. Im done. If you read this. Thankyou. I love you. Hmu.
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Out of our heads Out of our minds
So evil writer brain decided to cook up and incredibly toxic kitty fic because apparently I'm a terrible person lol. Blame @ilikebooks8 for letting this see the light of day.
The title is based on the song Out of this world by Bush.
Cw: slightly nsfw, violence, cheating, incredibly toxic behavior, beloved characters making bad choices, and implied sex.
Kit returns.
He returns to Ty with the same dazzling smile and charming witt, only now he seems to have grown even more impossibly beautiful as time has passed.
Now he's all hard lines and defined muscles and piercing sinful blue eyes that make Ty so angry he could scream.
Kit laughs and Ty wants to tear his insides out. Wants to rip Kit's heart right out if his chest just like he did to Ty. The painful gnawing rage of a betrayal that still stings after all this time. And yet still, Ty heard Kit was in danger and he came running like a man obsessed.
Ty knows deep down now matter how angry he is, he could never let anything happen to Kit. Nothing permanent anyways. Sometimes when the ache becomes to difficult to bare, Ty imagines punching that stupid smirk right off of his face. Or choking him hard enough to leave bruises. Of course Ty would never actually do such a thing. The sight of Kit in pain, any sort of pain is just too unbearable.
And that's the worst part. No matter how angry Ty gets he knows it can't last. And no matter how painful it is to be near Kit again, he still feels this unexplainable pull. This whispering in his ear to get closer and closer. To reach out and touch.
But it's stupid, and it's wrong anyways because Ty already has someone. Anush who was by his side the whole time at the scholomance and has never betrayed him. Anush who is sweet and thoughtful and gorgeous. Ty should be happy. After all, wasn't this what he always wanted? Someone to be there for him?
So he tried to distract himself from Kit by throwing himself into spending time with Anush and working the case. That's all Kit was now, just the latest problem to solve. A supernatural disaster. They would save him and stop the oncoming war and everything would be fine.
And then Kit would be gone. Blind panic teared at Ty's insides at the thought. There were these moments with Kit where they would make eye contact, or they would bump into each other in the kitchen and their fingers would brush and Ty would just desperately want to wrap Kit in his arms again.
He wanted to ask if Kit had really meant what he said that day on the beach. Sometimes when Kit stared at him with that soft sad smile on his face Ty wondered if they were going through similar things. Sometimes Ty wanted to tell him that he wished he had never met Kit either.
Kit Herondale was dangerous and unpredictable and loving him was like holding a live wire. But funnily enough the same could probably be said about Ty. Especially lately.
He felt like he was constantly in pain. Like his body ached with invisible wounds that made it impossible to breathe. The world was brutal and unforgiving, berating him with constant noise and blinding lights jabbing hot pokers into his brain. And the people with their sickly sweet smiles as they demanded he bare his soul.
But what if there was nothing left anymore? What if his soul had died with Livvy? Ty tried to cling onto the things that made him feel better. He hid away in his favorite spot, listening to his favorite music and pouring over Sherlock. Repeating the words to himself over and over again like they could pull him out of this tailspin. Ty distracted himself with Anush's sweet kisses and wandering hands as he tried to turn his brain off for once in his life.
But his soul was screaming out for another person to be the one touching him. He wanted Kit and that was infuriating. It made no logical sense. Not only was Kit responsible for breaking his heart but he also was notorious for playing fast and loose with his own life. Ty couldn't spend all his time constantly feeling like his heart was living outside of his body. Constantly in danger of being ripped open by some dark and evil thing.
Ty had everything he thought he wanted. But it still wasnt enough.
During another sleepless night, Ty found himself wandering the institutes halls. At this point he was simply just overtired. Too many nights spent worrying or studying or reading instead of sleeping. Now his body doesn't remember how to rest. Ty was far too exhausted to operate on logic or reason so he found himself standing outside of Kit's door, wondering absentmindedly how he got there.
Ty placed his hand against the door, fighting the urge to open it and walk through. He can remember the first time he waited outside of Kit's door, just like it was yesterday. He had no idea at the time why he was so drawn to the mysterious boy who had shown up at the institute after Ty had threatened him with a knife. The boy who turned out to be a lost Herondale. And honestly after all of this time Ty still couldn't explain it.
This is a bad idea, He thought to himself as he slowly turned the doorknob. This is a terrible idea. Ty, driven by pure need like fire under his skin, pushed the door open.
Kit was awake as Ty suspected he would be, sitting by the window and staring out into the night sky. Under the moonlight he was glowing. He turned around to stare at Ty, first with a look of shock, and then that same hallow desperation Ty had been seeing on Kit's face lately.
He also looked angry.
"What the hell are you doing in here Ty?" He sounded exhausted. Ty almost felt guilty in a sense. He stared at Kit for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"I don't know," he whispered, staring at the ground. "I suppose I was compelled." Ty let his gaze slowly rise up Kit's body, drinking it in.
Kit scoffed harshly. "Compelled? By what exactly, Tiberius?"
Ty looked up at Kit's face in surprise. He rarely called Ty by his full name. Ty really didn't like how it felt. Cold and distant. Ty sighed, pushing his fingertips against his collarbone and tracing it slightly.
"I don't know. I guess I just needed to know. I need to know why you left me." Ty tried not to let himself sound desperate or weak, but he had become worn down by this point. He couldn't keep up his defenses much longer.
"Why didn't you want me?" He muttered. "Why wasn't I good enough?"
And there it was. The painful truth that Ty had been avoiding. The fact that Kit had tossed him aside just like so many had before. Like Paige. Like his father. He had always tried so hard to make people happy. To live up to their expectations. But in the end it didn't matter how hard he tried, sometimes there was just no pleasing certain people.
Sometimes it seemed like there was no point in being good and following the rules if nothing ever changed. If Ty always ended up in the same place. If people always saw him as a problem or an inconvenience or worse, then he could just live up to their expectations. Be selfish and cold and cruel because no amount of begging and smiling was going to earn him respect.
Kit glared at him in shock. "Who the hell do you think you are? Coming in here to play mind games with me?" Before Ty could register what was happening, Kit was storming towards him and shoving him up against the wall with a loud thunk.
The feeling of Kit touching him again after all this time was dizzying. Kit was shorter then him so he needed to crane his neck a little to look up at Ty, which meant that his throat was completely exposed for Ty to stare at.
"I told you how I felt and you did nothing! You ignored me!" Kit cried. "I wanted you more then I've ever wanted anything Ty! I still do!" Tears were streaming down his face. Ty stared at Kit, completely frozen. His wrists were pinned to the wall by Kit's hands and their faces were inches apart.
Ty struggled to collect himself. "I didn't know what was going on," he gasped out shakily. "I was a mess Kit. I just had to get her back. But-." He cut himself off. It was all for nothing. Ty had lost Livvy in the end and he had lost Kit as well.
Ty shook his head. "Does this mean that you love me?" His voice sounded so far away. Like the words were being pulled from some unexpected place within him. Kit let out a soft gasp and squeezed his eyes shut before fixing his expression into a blank slate. He leaned forward slightly so that their lips were just barely touching, then gently trailed his mouth across Ty's cheek to his ear.
Ty felt him smirk slightly before Kit whispered in his ear. "Go to sleep Ty. Go back to your boyfriend."
And before Ty had time to think, he was lashing out. He shoved Kit backwards as hard as he could with a snarl. Kit went flying across the room and slammed into the opposite wall. If Kit had been human it probably would have knocked him out. Ty stared in horror at what he had done as Kit clutched his ribs and groaned.
"You seriously have some anger management issues!" Kit snapped at him, glaring pointedly. Ty knew that. When he was younger he used to have fits of uncontrollable rage all the time. Words didnt come easily to him so he would hit, scratch, bite or throw whatever was closest to make people realize he was in pain. When he wanted to say "don't touch me" or "you hurt my feelings" but he just could make the words form properly, he would get angry. And then he would lash out.
Ty thought he had been getting better at managing his emotions and communicating. But there was something about Kit Herondale that just evaporated every last bit of logic and reason he had until all that was left was the urge to scream.
Ty gaped in shock, searching for the right thing to say. "By the angel Kit, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that I swear!" He pleaded. His fingers were beginning to shake and flutter at his sides. He tapped desperately against his thigh, scratching at the material of his sweatpants to try and calm himself down.
Kit just shook his head and laughed humourlessly. "Honestly Ty, we should just tell the Seelie Queen not to worry. And Janus, and all the other people who want the first heir dead. You'll destroy me just fine on your own." He gaze was piercing and ruthless.
Ty's breathing was frantic and erratic as he shook in agony. He could feel he was on the urge of a meltdown.
Kit pulled himself to his feet. He stared at Ty longingly and then smiled slightly. A genuine smile. "But honestly what a way to go. Does that answer your question sweetheart?"
Ty gasped soundlessly, his hands shaking at his sides. He fought to get a hold of himself. Kit studied Ty for a moment, then slowly began to approach him.
"Why are you here Ty? Why did you come here exactly?" Kit was speaking in a soft lulling voice as if he was trying to hypnotize Ty.
"I'm here because I miss you," Ty admitted. "It's confusing. Because I'm still mad at you. But I can't stop thinking about you." Ty felt as though he was close to crying, which was concerning because he rarely ever cried.
Only for Kit.
Kit scowled at him slightly. "You're with someone else, remember?"
Guilt instantly pierced through Ty's chest. "Yeah I know, I'm a terrible person," he said bitterly. He didn't want to admit to himself that he had been trying this whole time to distract himself from Kit. That he was using Anush. But that was technically true. Ty saw the opportunity to lose himself in a pretty boy with an honest smile who loved him wholeheartedly.
Ty thought he could forget but then here he was. All roads led to Kit Herondale.
Kit sighed and reached for Ty, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. "You arent terrible. You're spiraling. And you come to me like I can save you from yourself? Please," Kit chuckled. "I can barely save myself."
"I don't need you to save me."
Kit stared at him with an expression that was hard to place. Then he smiled, but it wasnt a kind smile. It was a satisfied, knowing smirk. Kit traced his thumb under Ty's chin then back up to his lips, forcing them to part slightly.
"You think I don't know why you're here love?" He cooed in a voice that was both soothing and alluring. You think I don't know what you're after?" Kit sighed, sounding a little worn down. "If I was a better person, a stronger person. I would tell you to leave." He dipped his hands down underneath Ty's shirt.
Ty shivered at the cold feeling against his skin. He dropped his forhead down to lean against Kit's, revealing in the contact. "Lucky for you," Kit whispered against his lips, "I'm not."
Ty felt the last string of his self control snap as he kissed Kit roughly, grabbing onto his torso and pulling him closer. Kit responded to the kiss eagerly, parting his lips for Ty and laughing deliriously as their lips met again and again.
Kit was tearing off Ty's shirt as he walked him backwards, closer to the bed. As soon as he had slid it off if Ty's body, Kit tossed the shirt aside and went back to kissing him. Ty felt his knees hit the bed frame and he fell backwards onto the soft welcoming mattress, pulling Kit down with him.
Kit kissed a line down Ty's neck to his pulse point and Ty groaned, burying his fingers in Kit's curls. He was lost in a sea of pure desperation.
"Tell me to stop," Kit whispered between kisses. Ty froze for a moment. Then he understood.
Kit was giving him an out.
Ty responded by pulling Kit even closer and letting his head fall back against the pillows.
He closed his eyes and let Kit Herondale ruin him.
The morning after was the hardest. Ty pulled himself from Kit's arms and forced himself not to look back.
And that was when he finally cried.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
WHAT THE HELL FAE! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS OMG 😭
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Virgil's Birthday (Prinxiety)
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Virgil was, very lonely for someone who lived in such a vibrant society.
But that was most likely because he'd never been outside in his afterlife, at least, not legally.
The doctor was a strange man, he'd only brought Virgil back with the false impression of gaining a wife, or husband as Virgil reprimanded him for soon after being brought back.
But Virgil learned things fairly quickly, like which potions produced the most pro-longed sleep, so he could sneak out.
And what a time to sneak away, the night of halloween, decorations everywhere, singing and dancing.
And rising from a fountain, in all his skeletal glory, Roman Prince-Duke, the ruler of halloween. Virgil couldve fainted on the spot, gods he was hot.
"That's the second time you've slipped deadly nightshade into my soup," Virgil froze as he heard his doctor's voice.
"Third, actually," Virgil replied as he tried to wrench his arm out of the doctor's grip.
And then he heard a tear, but he was running to fast to care about the stub where his arm had once been stitched.
And then he heard singing, something sorrowful and lamenting. He expected to look up and see one of the sirens, only to be taken aback by the sight of the skeleton king.
He doesnt want to rule halloween anymore?. . . Virgil thought silently. He could hardly remember the last time a halloween ruler had felt unhappy with his position, but this, this couldnt lead to good things.
Virgil followed him as closely as possible, until he went beyond the gates of the town, at which point, Virgil had lost him.
So he followed the only other option he had, return home and to whatever awaited him there.
"So, you came back," was the doctor's first snide remark.
"I had to," Virgil replied, tilting his head to the side which had stitching hanging off of it.
"Looking for this?" Virgil couldnt see much of the doctors face, it was always hidden by gray and black smoke, save for glasses, and a broad fanged grin, and he held up the arm Virgil was missing, which waved pitifully.
"You cant keep leaving, it's not safe out there, you know the rules," said the doctor as he stitched Virgil's arm back to the socket. Virgil hated this part of his adventures, the bright lights directly in his face along side the patronizing glare from the doctor. He hadnt even asked to be stitched back to life, much less in a fashion that was basically a prison.
"I'm restless I cant help it!" Virgil shot back, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"You're mine you know. I made you," the doctor snarled.
"Well I didnt ask you to." Virgil said, shrinking back as the smoke of the doctors form intruded on his own breathing space.
He was relieved when it was finally over and he could go back to working on the doctors next meal, which would of course, be poisoned.
"And now for the final touch," Virgil coughed slightly as the fumes of the frogs breath entered the concoction. He was lucky to keep a straining spoon in his boots, otherwise he would've been screwed when the doctor asked him to try it first.
But lucky it worked, because it seemed that his beloved Prince Roman hadnt been out for ages.
So he decided to send him a basket. It took a few tries to get him to notice, but the smile he cast Virgil was enough to make even the coldest hearts melt.
Of course Virgil couldnt stay for long, he had to make sure he didnt get caught.
He wouldnt have to wait much longer, soon enough there was a town meeting called. Roman went on for hours about something called "Christmas". And everyone else seemed sold on the idea, but Virgil wasnt so sure.
"Roman I'm not sure I-" Virgil had tried his best to dissuade Roman from the idea when he'd asked for a costume, but Roman was stubborn, very stubborn.
"You'll do great! See! The red goes here, and this part is white, its easy!" Roman said, shoving Virgil in another direction, Virgil had to dodge quickly as the doctor entered his field of vision, that was a confrontation he certainly wasnt ready for.
"This just doesn't feel right. . ." Virgil muttered to himself, running a hand along a nearby set of bushes.
And then he noticed something off about one of them, a star and brightly colored ornaments, which promptly burst into flames. Virgil jerked his hand back, eyes wide with fear, and rushed back toward the hall to warn Roman as quickly as he could.
"Roman!-" Virgil skidded to a halt before he ran into the trio of trouble makers that was Apate Hera and Adrestia, or as the town liked to call them, the Trick or Treaters.
"What is it Virgil?" Roman placed his hands over Virgil's shoulders, boy was he glad he didnt have enough blood to blush.
"I dont think this is a good idea- I've been thinking it over and- oh Roman there has to be something else! This is insane!" Virgil pleaded.
"Of course it's insane! That's the point!" Roman said, smiling at him.
"Roman I'm serious! This is dangerous!" Virgil continued.
"Virgil my friend I swear to you this is all perfectly safe! It's only one night! Maybe more if it goes well!" And once again Virgil was being ushered out the door.
He avoided the celebrations for the most part, just thinking about it made him want to vomit.
And then it was December 25th, and Virgil couldnt take it anymore.
Roman may have wanted to take over Christmas, but Virgil knew better, hence why he had decides to make his way to the forbidden isle, upon which lived the disgraced former king of Halloween, and upon which, Santa Claus was being held captive.
Virgil snipped the stitches on one of his legs and allowed it to hop away. It would be difficult to preform a rescue mission minus one leg, but Brennan wasnt exactly smart.
Or so he thought.
"Well well well, isnt this a surprise? Come to rescue Christmas, ragdoll?" Virgil froze halfway down the ladder as he heard Brennan's voice.
"Put your leg back on." Virgil was pulled off the ladder rather unceremoniously, leg shoved back in one hand. Virgil fell back on the floor, heart racing. But he did as told, it wasnt as if he could run after all.
He'd forgotten what Brennan was like, it'd been so long since his rule. He was a gambler, a crooked one at that.
"One more roll of the dice outta do it~" Brennan purred.
Virgil wasnt paying much attention at that point, currently focused on begging for Roman to show up.
And then the table to which he was tied began moving backwards, he screamed, and he fell. But only for a moment, before he was tossed off to the side, and face to face with Roman, who motioned for his silence before latching himself to the board.
Virgil had never been more terrified than he was while watching Roman dodge everything from swords to guns to axes, he let out a wince and reached a hand over his own stitching as Brennan's began to fall apart with a switch.
"Are you alright?" Roman rushed to Virgil's side as soon as he'd finished, holding Virgil's face gently in his hands.
"I'm alright- just a little shaken. . ." Virgil muttered.
"Well I for one have had it with place. Next time you have any bright ideas of taking over someone else's holiday. I'd listen to him, hes the only one who makes any sense around this insane asylum!." It was odd to see a character like Santa so angry, but at this point, Virgil was to tired to focus on much.
He barely flinched when he saw the doctor with another creation, this one more wispy and feminine.
Instead, he went up to Hangman's Hill and lay across the grass.
"My dearest friend, if you dont mind~" Virgil shivered when he heard Roman's voice.
"I'd like to join you by your side~" Roman sat down.
"Where we can gaze into the stars~" and their hands were intertwined.
"And sit together, now and forever, for it is plain as anyone can see," Virgil joined his chorus, resting his head against his chest.
"We're simply meant to be~"
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suna-is-the-loml · 3 years
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pairing: tsukkishima x reader
genre: slight fluff then slight angsty???
word count: 1.3k LOL
a/n:  i am in love with salty frenchfry and this is cringe station so enjoy this really badly written fluff +angst or something bye <3
yes i love the number 3
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3 years, 3 whole years kei spent loving you, yet his dumbass still hadnt confessed till today, today of all days,that is 3 days before you were leaving.
he was hurt, he wanted to tell you he loves you, he couldnt muster the courage to do so. quite ironic for someone who is salty asf LMAO, he always had a soft spot for you, he knew you were someone important to him, he just couldnt figure out how.
he thought he knew you so well, or so he thought.
he didnt know you were in too deep for him too, he didnt know youd take a bullet for him, he didnt know you got jealous everytime some other girl flirts with him, he didnt know how much you defended him, he didnt know you rejected the confessions for kei. (kei being the dumbass thought you rejected the confessions because you wanted to concentrate on your sport). 
he wonders how many minutes he spent adoring you, how many seconds he spent loving you because how much ever that was, he knew it wasnt enough. he loves you. a lot. and you deserve all the love
he wanted to tell you.
you are vvsmart but dumb enough to not realise your best friend was in love with you big time. you knew your goodbye party will involve alcohol sO you had it 3 days before you left because you hated hangovers.
you wanted to confess to kei. whats the probability that he would like you back?, the worse thing he could say was “i never want to see you again’’ which works because you were leaving japan anyway.
the day after the party- today seems good, its perfect actually, you message him
“hey, wanna come over? :D”
kei looks at his phone, as your name popped up in his notifications he felt himself smile.
sure :)
kei knew he had to say it today, its either today or never
you took a deep breath. ‘tell him today’ you told yourself.
it was around 7pm when he finNALLY came over. kei had your favourite chips packet with him. smiling at him fondly you invited him to your room. it was natural. everything felt home with kei.
you wanted to confess but you wanted to see how he feels about you first- atleast maybe an idea.
“hey kei, guess what?”
he looked at you with a twinkle, he smirked as he looked into your eyes.
“i am in love with someone”
‘huh? what? love? does she like no ‘love’ someone ? oh, not me thats for sure’ kei’s mind ran spewing thoughts. he was not able to say anything. he was surprised. no surprised was an understatemeant. he was seething with jealousy, pity, sadness, betrayal, he could feel his heart break into two. he kept a stoic face and whispered ‘‘oh?’’ with his eyes no longer being in contact with yours.
you smiled, you knew, you knew what he was feeling, afterall you have felt the same so many times whenever someone flirts with him. you knew he liked you but you wanted him to confirm it. you whispered “kei? is everything okay?”
kei finally looked at you again, “y/n”
“i love you” kei finally said. he closed his eyes and turned away from you, he was scared to see our expression.
“aww kei, i love you too” you said as you reached out to hold his hand. he immediately took it and squeezed it. 
he looked at you again with the same fond expression “ no dummy i love you in a romantic way, i am in love with you”
you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression “ kei i am in love with you too, in a romantic way”
he felt his adrenaline pushing himself towards you, as if on instinct he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. he kissed you softly hoping the kiss would convey how much he loves you.
he whispers against your lips “you have no idea how much ive wanted to do this dummy”
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“kei, i’m gonna leave in 2 days” you remind him after a steamy makeout session
his face immediately falls
“what are we kei”
“i dont know best friends to lovers trope?” he said hoping to avoid that topic. the fact that you, his love is finally with him and that you will be leaving you in two days.
you laughed and then pulled a serious expression “ kei tsukishima, what are we” you asked squeezing his hand.
“hmm, lemme think about it” kei taunts you, you pulled out your best puppy dog eyes and pouted at him and he had the audacity to smirk at you. you turned away from him and stared at the corner because suddenly?? it?? seemed?? interesting??
you felt yourself pulled to his lap. he looked at you, his eyes filled with love he whispered “ y/n i love you a lot but i-” you interrupted him with a kiss, “i know kei, its gonna be hard but can we fall in love for the night atleast?’’
“yes y/n we can” he said lovingly.
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its been exactly 16 months since you’ve left. 16 months since the magical day- the day he kissed you for the first time,the day he confessed to you, he remembers every minute of those two days.
he sighed and plopped on his headphones.
now playing- lets fall in love for the night by finneas
Let's fall in love for the night And forget in the morning Play me a song that you like You can bet I'll know every line
he remembers how you both fell more in love the last two days. he remembers the day you shared the playlist you made, mainly consisting of finneas’s songs. he saw how happy you were when you listened to your playlist commenting on how its a masterpiece. he remembers the day he realised he was in love with you. he remembers your ‘jamming’ sessions as you both sang your hearts out.
he closed his eyes as he remembered the day your first boyfriend kissed you, how he was seeping with jealousy, how he badly wanted to be your first kiss. it was then he realised he loved you. revisiting his memories with you always calmed him down, you stole his heart afterall.
keeping in touch with you has been a little difficult considering college and the different time zones, yet you both tried to keep in contact with each other
I'm the boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid Don't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise I know better than to call you mine
he remembered how your first boyfriend tried to stop meeting him and how your ex sometimes crashed you both hanging out together at your place. kei knew that your ex was jealous, yet you stuck by him considering that was your first relationship. after you broke up, you were sad and he was there to comfort you. he was always there for you.
he knew what was the best for you, but he also knew that you werent his. he couldnt stop you from dating who you want.
You need a pick me up I'll be there in twenty five I like to push my luck So take my hand, let's take a drive
he remembers the late night calls and how he would show up at your door exactly in 27 minutes when you call him over. he remembers how you used to persuade your parents so he can stay over for the night, he remembers how you used to cringe at the cheesy romcom scenes, he remembers how you fell asleep on him,he remembers how happy you were when you finally got your favourite college acception letter. he remembers how happy you were when karasuno reached nationals. he misses you a lot.
I've been living in the future Hoping I might see you sooner I want you riding shotgun I knew When I got one right
he was so happy found out he was significant in your life. he imagines a life with you by his side, he imagines smaller versions of you both running in the house. he knew it was going to be tough, so after around 7 months, he ghosted you for a whole month. you were hEARTBROKEN. did you go wrong somewhere? does he not love you anymore? overwhelmed with anger and heartbreak you ghosted him back. but he didnt even try to hold a conversation with you, he didnt ask any questions, he didnt call you too. was he done with you? was this it? you were done, done being heartbroken and done waiting.
but ghosting you just made him miss you more. was it a bad idea? he wanted to hear your voice so bad but he knew it will just make him miss you more, instead he started to concentrate completely on college and tried to remove you from his mind, he tried removing you from his life, but he couldnt, not a single minute goes by without him remembering the little things about you. he knew he was gone from your life when you ghosted him back. 
 he wants you, he wonders if you feel the same way he does. have you moved on?have you found someone else? did you fall out of love with him? 
he wanted to move on but he was hopeless, hopelessly in love with you,
how he wished he could relive those two days forever
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a/n again?: JSJSJSJSJS THIS became longer than i expected?? the second slight angsty part was heavily inspired by let's fall in love for the night by FINNEAS ahh i love his songs sm  
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marvel-noms · 3 years
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Hi, I'm the one who asked if your doing requests and it's good to hear. Maybe do another one-shot with Peter and Tony? Where Peter wants to be let out but Tony hesitates and manages to convince Peter to say a little longer? Not sure if it makes sense. Thanks!
Oh I get what you want! I think! ^♡^))
"...Hours up." Tony says with a small sigh, hand still firmly placed on his gut. It hadn't felt like an hour but the alarm had gone off. He could feel Peter shifting eagerly, tiny hands pressing into the walls as the kid managed to right himself.
"That was quick." Peter responds. He sounded relived as always, which always pulled at his heart. He of course wanted Peter to feel safe but a small part of him selfishly wanted to keep the kid tucked away.
"Mmhm." Tony hums. He shifted to get up already mentally mourning the loss of his 'meal' He didnt want to break any of the trust he had earned with Peter, hell it was hard enough to get the kid to go willingly.
Peter to start moving around anxiously, tiny hands flittering around his insides. May had mentioned he hadn't been sleeping well...he might as well kill two birds with one stone.
"...May told me you didnt sleep well last night."
Peter went deathly still. The main reason was May and his concerns about Peter's sleeping habits and a small tiny bit was to make the kid stay slightly longer.
"I'm worried about you kid...and you know you can always talk with me...about anything."
He knew it was a dirty trick, but he could already feel Peter sinking back to get comfortable. He could practically see the kid nervously wringing his hands together or glancing around like someone would jump him.
"W-well..I..ah I mean its nothing!" Peter scrambles to explain. Tony slowly sat back down on the couch, placing a hand protectively over the kid. It might've been a bit of a dirty trick to buy some time but that didnt mean that Tony wasn't concerned about his little meal. "We both know you're lying." He points out.
The kid shuffled around trying to pass it off as trying to get comfortable rather than being upset. "I..it's...I..um." Peter stuttered, obviously trying to get an excuse out. Tony just sighed soflty, and gently started to rub where his kid was.
Despite protesting multiple times about being swallowed or staying trapped in someone's gut Peter pressed hismelf into the touch. Tony knew at heart that Peter was most likely touched starve and craved any physical reasurements.
"I'm wating kid." He reminds him gently.
Tiny hands pressed back in response followed by a small whine. He knew how frustrated Peter could get when he couldnt weasel his way out of a situation. The kid would cave eventually, he always did.
There was a brief pause of silence before Peter finally caved like he expected. Tony felt the kid slump against his hand in defeat.
"I..it was a nightmare about..about Toomes."
"The vulture guy?"
Tony was surpised he could feel the small shudder that followed his statement.
Peter huddled closer to his hand seeking any comfort he could, so he continued kneading at the kids small frame.
"Any specifics?" He prompts when Peter didnt continue. Well that was concern, usually it was hard to get Peter to stop his rambles.
"N-no..I..I just don't want to talk about it." Peter says quietly.
A few seconds later he continued.
"...I...I'm scared he's gonna come back and hurt me."
"Oh kiddo." He says breathlessly.
Peter rarely worried about himself, always stubbornly trying to take care of other people which made his fear all the more heart wrenching.
Peter sniffled quietly trying to hold back tears. God how long had the kid been holding back? May had noticed a day ago but it had obviously been going on much longer than that.
"Nothing's going to happen to you, I promise." He murmurs softly. This stubborn selfless kid was going to be the end of him he swore. The instinct already demanded he protect the kid but now, oh now, it wasn't a choice.
"C...can I spend the night?" Peter asks meekly. It wasnt often the kid asked to stay at the tower, just mainly after rough fights or a particularly bad nightmare.
"I'll call May and let her know, and you know where the guest room is." Tony says with a sigh. He knew they'd probbaly both end up passed out on the couch watching 'old' movies, but the guest room was always available to the kid.
"I..I mean like..stay stay"
Oh. Oh
Tony couldn't believe he hadn't caught onto that. It wasn't common for Peter to ask to stay past his hour, but the signs had been all there.
Tony was thankful he had the chance to make Peter feel safe even if it was in an unconventional way.
"You sure?"
".....Yeah." Peter nearly whispers.
Tony decided not to push it and stood slowly feeling Peter slide with his movement. He'd give May a call and let her know that he had taken care of the issue with the spider baby.
Peter stayed quiet as Tony made the call and got ready to pass out. He knew that while Peter would barely be able to hear it he put a Star Wars movie on in the living room. He'd sacrifice his bed for the couch tonight.
Peter's breathing slowed and matched his. They were both probably on the way to sleepy town.
"...Thanks." Peter mumbles sleepily, pressing a small hand into a stoamch wall. Tony felt his heart clench at the action, and rested a hand over his kid.
"No problem kiddo."
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strrwbrrryjam · 3 years
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001 zukka, if youd like.
hi! okay, first ask, thank you for asking.
when I started shipping it if I did: ...im going to be completely honest, im new to atla, but not new to tumblr. i actually had a large tumblr that i made when i was fourteen that was dedicated to hetalia. but over the years i got bored of it, so i stopped updating it, i only looked at the blogs i followed and then one day, someone reblogged some zukka fanart, and i loved it. i knew nothing of the characters, but from the looks of each of them and how it followed the classic red-blue gays and representation that i craved as a young lesbian i decided to give it a watch, still in love with a ship i knew nothing about, so imagine my whiplash that i got when they were two people who weren't even friends until the final season, but i never got discoaurged because of all the tension and the parellels and how if either of them were female-male i definitely felt that zukka would be canon and have so much more hype.
my thoughts: im not the best at describing why i love them, but ill try. i love zukka for a lot of reasons, but mostly because... for me relationships are a partnership, you both get benefits from it where you can rely on eachother, where there is a mutual understanding between each other to the point where you know exactly what your lover needs to hear... and sometimes, no matter the mood your in, they are the only ones who can truly make you happy, and thats what i get from zukka. sokka is very much the older sibling, he goes so underappreciated for so long that when piandao tells him he should be proud of who he is and what he can do... he just doesn't believe him. now, this isnt the fault of katara, aang or anyone else, maybe a little bit hakodas fault i mean he literally left a kid with such high expectations of himself to protect the village by himself with what limited training that he had. even when they listen to his ideas, some of which are very much right but have failed to no fault of sokka like walking because appa is too noticable, katara or someone else pokes fun to these ideas for failing miserable, which they may mean in jest, but can still really hurt, so he needs someone to encourage him that sure, maybe this idea has failed, but its just a learning experience. zuko... my god he has trauma. zuko was this sweet and kind and passionate kid born into an environment where he didnt belong and he was abused for everything that he was. ursa while was a safe haven didnt do enough to protect him, as she too was powerless. his sister turned from this sweet and kind sister to someone who quickly realised that being that way makes it impossible to survive so she began to tease and taunt and turn into a mirror of their abuser. while id like to think lu ten was there for the both of them, iroh and lu ten where getting ready for the siege so they were rather busy... and azulon actively wished that ozai kill him, and ozai, fucking ozai man, is there anything else left to be said? once ursa left... everything when down and he was burned and banished for his wish to protect his people. iroh... for all my love of iroh, he doesnt understand zukos intentions or actions, he thinks hes lost his way but... he doesnt see that zuko doesnt want to hunt the avatar, he doesnt want to stay at the tea shop, what he wants is to be home. hes not safe in the watertribes, not safe in the earth kingdom and while he isnt truly safe at home, its his nostalgia(?) and how everything hes used to is at home, its where his mother memory lives... its where his the remnants of his past relationship with azula and where his baby sister is... its as safe as a home they could get. he knows people doesnt like him and he while isnt okay with it, nothing matters more than getting home. which isnt a good reason for his literally capturing of a twelve year olds, fourteen year old and fifteen year olds, but... it is for him, hes sixteen, still a kid, like the one hes chasing and he doesnt realize that the home he hopes for isnt what he thinks it is, at least not anymore. that his father doesnt love him, that his sister is no longer the sweet kid that she used to be and she too was abused, that his mum is no longer around anymore and he doesnt have a happy life or a happy family. he repeatedly doesnt listen to iroh because iroh doesnt get it. iroh grew up loved and cherished and praise while zuko doesnt, he grows up hated with no chance of change, he... is very much an asshole and doesnt listen to anyone, but hes trying in season 3. and then... the boiling rock happens. my god, its... like my favourite episodes. sokka feels like he has to go alone because he felt like he failed, its his responsiblity, it was his mistake despite the fact that it wasnt, that there were many, many adults who it the fault could fall onto, and the fact that the odds were stacked against them completely, but sokka being who he is, still feels responsible, but wants to go alone. except, zuko wont let him, he understands sokka, because thats what hes felt like his whole life. hes
always felt like a failure, not being able to protect his sister, not being able to protect himself so he knows what sokka is going to do, and, forces himself onto the journey. its awkward, at first, because of course it is i mean this is the guy who was chasing you for half a year and was inadvertidely responsible to two of your closest friends deaths/near-deaths. but once they get past this awkwardness, the banter very much starts when they land. and zuko. zuko who never asked for someones opinion, looks to sokka for guidance and listens and encourages sokka. for me boiling rock is peak sokka for how well he plans. sokka is able to express himself and talk and give advice and when his plan fails, zuko is there to help him through it and see it with a different perspective, and they just... the trust, its there. its already there despite how much it shouldnt be. it just works so well and then sokka defends zuko to hakoda and finally hakoda tells him what he should of and... its up from there. they are just there for each other and its... wonderful. they are both absolutely miserable people but... they make each other happy. it happens so fastly too and its just absolutely wonderful.
What makes me happy about them: honestly, i just wrote what makes me happy about them and how much i love them in the above question.
What makes me sad about them: god. how complicated it will be in the actual universe and how they will have to spend most of their lives seperate from each other. ive mentioned before that im a romantic at heart and it hurts, because despite how realistic it will be to have them seperated for most of their early religion, i mean... zuko will have to stay in the firenation despite how much it isnt home for him anymore and sokka is able to move from the southern watertribe to the northern air temple and to the firenation... so id like to think that when izumi comes around, the soon travel together, as by the time izumi is around, things are getting settled and zuko doesnt need such a close eye on everything.
things done in fanfic that annoys me: listen... i dont have anything that really annoys me, except when they play into babified(?) versions of each other, (zuko beng too soft-boy and sokka... being to "daddy" if thats the correct word.) but what bothers me is the lack of sokka-comfort, all of them have trauma. sokka, too. i love zuko. hes... just my favourite/comfort character and someone who i relate to so much, hes just... ive never related to someone more than zuko, but zukka is a more mutual relationship than anything, and i wish we had more fics dealing with sokkas trauma too.
things I look for in fanfic:
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: okay, okay, okay, for zuko, i have many, i just think zuko and sokka both have extreme pretty boy privilege, and while zuko doesnt realize the effortless charm and how pretty he is, sokka most definitely does and uses it to his advantage. so... maiko, jinko, (platonic/relationship) zutara, jetko and sukka. listen. i love yue and sokkas relationship, but they had such a short time together that i could never really ship them. i think sokka mourns her and it is very valid for doing so but i always felt that he mourned his friend and what their relationship could of grown into. also i am a diehard yueki fan.
My happily ever after for them: that they grow hold together, and are able to see their children, (yes, i said children, as in izumi, varrick and senna with trans!zuko) grow and change the world and have their own families.
who is the big spoon/little spoon: dude. dude i dont know. i want them both to be held. i want both little spoon zukka and big spoon zukka. weighted blanket zukka. all zukka sleeping positions. i like to think that like me the both of them cannot stay still while they sleep, they wake up in each others arms but end up at the foot of the bed or something.
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: god... everything, picnics, roadtrips, reading together, stargazing, sharing letters... just as long as they are their together everything is their favourite activity as they spent most of their youth and twenties and possibliy early thirties separate from each other.
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