#although what i SAID was 'i'm not sure i'm 100% settled here

[rowenabean]

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[reikiss]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

tags : fluff!!! gn reader. est relationship. 1.2k words. a/n : ik v-day is over but i just have to post one just bcs !!! this is sooo late bcs school is a pain in the ass. reblogs are highly encouraged and very much appreciated! <3

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡ 

"Hey, did you know it's Valentine's Day today?"

"What?"

"Wait, don't tell me you don't know what that is." You teased him, not really expecting that he might not know. Yet he looks down, looking a little shy.

Wait, is this for real? He actually doesn't know??

You cleared your throat to mask your giggle. "Well, for your information, it's a special day to spend with loved ones and friends."

You leave out the part where it's focused on lovers, thinking you might sound like you're hinting something. Little did you know he actually knew what today was and found it quite cute how you brought it up.

"Ahh right." He says as if he finally remembered. He tries his best to refrain from grinning so much and showing his intentions.

"Then..." he trailed off, slowly meeting your eyes as you looked at him.

"Shall we go out later?"

The first time you saw him, you already knew that you would inevitably fall for this precious man, and when he speaks so softly and genuinely while holding such warmth and fondness in his eyes while looking at you, you can't help but get weak in the knees and fall for him all over again (as if you don't already do everyday). "S-sure. I'm looking forward to it."

He blessed your eyes with such a gorgeous smile. "Great. Where do you want to go?"

You end up dropping by the plaza where countless stalls are set up, a variety of foods and gifts being sold. You both ate snacks and took pictures, enjoying every second of the time spent together.

As it was getting late, you both decided to call it a day, but not before Xavier got back as he wanted to check out something. You were surprised that he came back with a bouquet in his hands.

"I told the old man I chatted with earlier while I was going around that I would come back and buy some flowers from him. He said I should give it to someone I consider dearest to me."

He slowly hands it to you, a warm smile on his lips. "Thank you for today, I had such a great time. I hope you enjoyed as much as I did, and I hope you'll accompany me to celebrate this day every year."

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡ 

You find yourself in front of Dr. Zayne's office after you intentionally scheduled an appointment with him on February 14. Although he might be busy, you were planning to ask him out today if ever that he was free.

You take in a deep breath. After knocking, you hear him respond with a "Come in."

After everything has been settled and finding that you're as healthy as you can be, you immediately started another conversation. "What are your plans today?"

He looks at you and his face is normal as usual, though you thought you saw a glimpse of surprise on his face for a split second. "Not much, just some paperwork left and I'm done for the day. Why'd you ask?"

Right. Of course he had things to do. "Nothing, just curious."

"What about you? Do you have plans left for today?"

"Nope. I'll just be heading home."

"If you're not in a rush to head home and call it a day, would you care to wait for a few more minutes and go out with me afterwards?"

You were taken aback by how straightforward he is that you embarassingly choke on nothing.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I'm fine really." You speak after putting back enough air in your lungs. "Sure, I'll be waiting here. Take your time."

He smiles at you before facing the computer and focusing while you sit there scrolling on your phone. (little did you know deep down he's happy that his plan was a success as he actually already made up his mind that he would spend today with you)

It didn't take long before he was finished. It's as if he unlocked 100% of his brain power.

You end up walking in the plaza, buying food and playing games. Of course, Zayne always lets you win whether he plans it or not. He didn't really mind losing to you. How could he when he couldn't help but stare at you that he loses focus?

It was starting to get dark while you were taking a stroll. There was a comforting silence surrounding the both of you before Zayne broke it. "Look, they're your favorite, aren't they?" He points at a stall selling flowers and the ones you love were right at the front. He buys them and hands the bouquet to you.

"What for? You didn't have to." Yet you gave a smile, appreciating the gesture.

"I wanted to buy them for you. They really do suit you. Think of it as my thanks for spending the day with me... and as an invitation celebrate again next year with me."

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ‧₊˚ ✩ ₊˚ ⊹ ♡ 

You went inside Rafayel's residence, having been called by him.

"Ah! There you are, bodyguard-san." He welcomes you as soon as he sees you let yourself in.

"So, why'd you call me over in the middle of work? Good thing I don't have a mission today."

"Well, besides the fact that I just wanted to see you, I want you to accompany me to the plaza later."

Your ears perked up at his words, but you were unsure as to what was the meaning behind his invitation.

Is this it? Is he asking me out? Or did he just have some business to tend to there?

"What for? There's gonna be a pretty big crowd there later."

He cleared his throat before answering. "I'm just curious as to what's all the ruckus about since Thomas mentioned there'd be some kind of celebration today."

"Ahh it's probably because it's Valentine's Day."

"And what are we celebrating?"

"Well..." you pause, thinking of a simple way to explain. "It's a day of giving love and spending time with loved ones." but it's mostly celebrated by couples. You leave out that part, not knowing why it felt embarrassing to highlight that detail.

"I see. You humans and your celebrations, I'll never understand."

You chuckle at his dramatics, "and why is that?"

"Shouldn't every day should be a day spent with loved ones anyways? Don't you think so?" he said in a as-a-matter-of-fact way before sighing. "I would spend everyday like that, unlike some people."

You roll your eyes but smile anyways at your adorable and clingy boyfriend.

"To commemorate your traditions, why don't we just start now and spend the entire day together?"

And that's exactly what you did. You started out by hanging at his place, attempting to draw a portrait of one another. Of course he nails his art, but yours ended up more of an abstract rather than a portrait. When afternoon came, you two dropped by the plaza and tried almost all of the food.

By the end of the day, walks you home. Standing outside your apartment complex, he pulls out flowers from his coat and hands them to you.

Smiling, you take them from him. "They're lovely, thank you."

"I'm glad you like them." He shows you his killer smile. "Today is dedicated to spending time with people who're important to us, but let's try to spend everyday this way. What d'you say?"

!!! dividers from @cafekitsune and @saradika

© shizukiss — do not steal, plagiarize, translate, and/or repost my posts anywhere

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I played a matchmaker for my best friend & her crush?

So, background. I (M28) have a best friend, Kate (F24). We have great friendship going on, and we have never considered going romantic/sexual; we're not each other's type and we're both 100% content with being friends. The thing is, Kate has had extreme bad luck with men. She's rather attractive and popular with men, which led to some atrocious experiences with various garbage men, mostly prior to our meeting. She actually said I helped her realize her self-worth and made her less prone to diving headfirst into toxic flings, which is honestly one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. Then, Kate started chatting with Frank (M, probably mid-20s). All three of us are members of a Star Wars discussion group, since we're all fans (and Star Wars is basically what brought me and Kate together). Frank is genuinely nice, intelligent, mature, well-read and overall a great guy. We've had a few run-ins, so he knows that I exist, but I can't really say we're friends, although we probably would if we interacted more. Since then, Kate has been regularly gushing about how great Frank is and how he's the only man she could imagine having a genuine, long-term relationship with - and honestly, I'd be happy as hell if she finally settled with someone more mellow and mature. The problem is that Frank is passive as hell and probably wouldn't realize a girl is into him even if she wrote it on a banner and hung it in front of his house. And Kate isn't willing to make a move because she's full of doubts, especially if all her past disastrous flings make her unable to be genuinely in love with someone - she's also on the aromantic spectrum, which makes the whole thing even more complicated. So they're basically tiptoeing around each other all the time with neither one willing to make a move. Now here's my dilemma. I often have the urge to just text Frank privately, tell him that Kate would be willing to "risk" a relationship with him, perhaps send some screenshots of all the nice things she has said about him, just to finally motivate him to initiate something and break that stalemate between them. I've jokingly suggested this to Kate, and she strictly forbade me from doing that. Despite that, I want to do it, because I genuinely believe those two would be happy together and that Frank would be able to calm Kate's temper and change her life for the better, after all those horrible experiences. On the other hand, I'm aware I'd be acting behind her back and possibly betray her trust if I intervened, although I'm pretty sure I could keep it a secret between Frank and I.

TL;DR: My best friend Kate has a lot of bad experiences with garbage men. Recently, she fell in love with a smart, mature guy Frank who would be a great match for her, but neither of them is willing to make a move to initiate something. I've been considering to text Frank privately and tell him how Kate feels about him, but I'm afraid that acting behind Kate's back like this is a crappy thing to do.

WIBTA if I texted Frank and hopefully got things into motion?

[bluerose5]

Hmm how about Halsin and Iron Bull (in whatever relationship dynamic you like!) commiserating after a fight with some goblins?

The kind of ship that snuck up on me out of nowhere. These two 100% took control of the fic and made it longer than what I intended, although I'm not complaining. 😌

...

One thing the Iron Bull never expected was for Halsin to admit to being a lightweight of all things.

While the tieflings' party was in full swing, he made his rounds throughout camp, took note of where everyone else's minds were at, his companions' especially, and he drank.

That was, until Bull realized the liquor on hand was some of the weakest shit compared to back home.

Still, it was a celebration, so he accepted drinks when offered, disgruntled by the fact that he was barely breaking a sweat over it.

Sobriety aside, he waited to speak with Halsin last, mostly because he wasn't quite sure what to make of him yet.

For one, he was big. Probably a little shorter than your average Qunari, but bigger than any elf Bull encountered in Thedas at least.

Secondly, he wielded magic different from most that Bull was familiar with, and the fact that majority of spellcasters in Faerûn didn't have to struggle against demons and possession in order to control their power...

Strange. Reassuring in a sense, but very strange.

When all was said and done, Bull figured no harm could come from getting to know the newcomer. This esteemed, knowledgeable "Archdruid" of theirs.

Who happened to be easy on the eyes —well, eye, singular— as well, but that was neither here nor there.

The Iron Bull sauntered up to him with a friendly smile, his head held high in a show of confidence.

"Well, it looks like I saved the best for last!" Bull greeted. "Settling in okay?" Before Halsin could answer, Bull interrupted. "Wait! Wait." He gave a dramatic pause. "I couldn't bear it if you said 'no.' Haha!"

He beamed at Halsin, who couldn't resist a snort of amusement, the corners of his eyes crinkled in delight.

Bull could practically hear Krem grumbling from there.

"Do not concern yourself with me. I am settling in just fine," Halsin assured him. "Of course, it always helps to have a host as gracious as yourself."

"Let's see if you still think that by the end of the night," the Iron Bull joked. He stood at Halsin's side, giving him a playful nudge with his elbow. "Seriously, though, that fight at that temple was great, yeah?" His heart raced at the memory. He leaned in, his voice low, appreciative. "You were incredible."

"Oh, come now," Halsin said, brushing off the compliment. "I don't know about that. You and your companions did most of the heavy lifting, after all."

"Don't downplay your role in our victory," Bull told him. "The sheer amount of goblins alone would have proved a challenge for anyone, but you cut through them like it was nothing." Try as he may, Bull couldn't help it, his eye trailing up and down Halsin's body. "All of that fury and rage, unleashed, directed at our enemies. You were a sight to behold, but tell the truth. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

Halsin glanced at him, not even bothering to hide how his eyes raked over his frame in return.

"Perhaps," he allowed, taking a second to clear his throat. "I must admit, I have come to expect at least a hint of fear from outsiders in response to my wild shape."

"Heh," Bull chuckled. "I fought dragons before, pal. It's gonna take more than a big teddy bear like you to scare me away."

"Is that so?" Halsin raised an eyebrow at him, surveying the area around them. "Maybe I should work on that then. Everyone should maintain a healthy balance of fear and respect for nature."

"Trust me, I respect it plenty," Bull said, "but by all means, do your worst."

Halsin shook his head, smiling to himself.

"Tempting as that is, you surely have others to go mingle with. Don't let me keep you."

"Nah." Bull waved off that concern without second thought. "I've done more than my fair share of mingling for tonight. I want to get to know you better."

He gave him a playful poke to the arm.

"Hmm..." Halsin hummed in contemplation. "I wouldn't want to be selfish and rob others here of your company. I can wait until morning to speak with you at the very least."

"Which is fine, if that's what you want," the Iron Bull whispered, "but what if I want you to be selfish?"

Halsin searched his expression for any sign of deceit.

When such scrutiny proved fruitless, his entire demeanor shifted, more open to the idea compared to before.

"In that case," he responded, "will you tell me about one of your dragon hunts then?"

"Fuck yeah, I will!" Bull exclaimed, his excitement radiant like a flame.

He clasped a hand onto Halsin's shoulder, giving it a warm, companionable squeeze.

A small shiver shot down his spine, one that Bull was quick to watch with keen interest.

The Iron Bull reckoned that Halsin didn't know many people who towered over him. It was almost funny how often his gaze would level with Bull's pecs or wander farther below before darting up to his face yet again, as if he had to constantly remind himself that he was the shorter one for once.

Then again, maybe he just liked the sight of his chest. Bull couldn't fault him for that.

"Let's see. Let's see," Bull said, rubbing at his chin while he thought it over. "I could go simple. The first dragon I ever hunted alongside the Inquisitor was terrorizing the countryside we were in at the time. It was a Fereldan Frostback."

Already, his eye was glazing over at the tale, his voice taking on a tinge of admiration that bordered on reverence. Or as close to it as he could get.

"Extremely territorial, those ones, and damn if she wasn't a beauty. All of that raw, untamed power, but unfortunately for her, her territory happened to include a few defenseless villages that couldn't ward her off on their own. That's where we came in."

He wrapped his arm around Halsin's shoulders, drawing him in closer as he spoke, staring off towards a faraway land that was well beyond their reach for now.

"That sharp burst of air that rushed past as she swiped her tail at us. That loud ringing in our ears when she screeched at the skies. That molten heat that radiated in the air when she snapped her teeth at us, so close that we would have been her next meal, had we not rolled out of reach in time."

He bared his teeth into a grin.

"That was a good day," he all but growled. "A good day, indeed!"

Halsin shifted in place. Of course, it didn't escape Bull's notice how he eased closer to him in the process.

He stared at the Iron Bull with a mixture of heat and shock.

"You almost sound excited," he said, hesitant, not wanting to overstep his bounds.

Not that it deterred Bull in the slightest.

"That's because I am," Bull stated, unashamed. "Even now, something about it gets my blood pumping and my heart racing, more so than any other fight." He grunted loudly as he lingered on the memory. "Maybe it's in my blood."

"Your blood?"

"Yeah," he said, "rumor has it that there might have been some dragon's blood mixed into the Qunari's somewhere along the way." He shrugged. "No one knows for certain. Would be pretty badass, though, wouldn't it?"

"Definitely."

"Okay, now it's your turn."

"My turn?" Halsin questioned.

"To share. Come on," Bull encouraged. "You can't tell me that you don't have some wild stories stashed away."

"Well," Halsin launched into his tale without missing a beat, "it's not too different from yours. Back in my youth—"

"Nuh-uh, none of that," Bull interrupted. "You're not that old."

"I'll have you know that I am three hundred and fifty years young."

"Hot."

Bull smirked when that got a laugh out of him.

"I can admire anyone who is so open with their desires," Halsin said, "but shall I continue the story?"

"Oh, alright, I'll behave."

"Somehow I doubt that," Halsin teased, "but as I was saying, I was young and impulsive at the time, traveling and exploring the world to my heart's content. After indulging in nature's gifts on land for so long, life led me to the sea. Throughout my journey, I heard about a string of pirate attacks, led by a rogue band of water genasi. Their greed had already impacted several coastal villages by the time I caught wind of it."

Bull made a mental note to ask more about the race later, too intent on listening to the current story to venture off on another tangent.

"People were being taken from their homes, everyone from their children to the elderly. Those who relied heavily on fish as a staple found themselves on the brink of starvation. Resources were being drained. Their valuables were looted. Any who fought against the genasi were executed or enslaved, made an example of."

"But you stopped them?"

"Eventually," Halsin sighed, it obviously taking a toll on him that he couldn't save more than what he did. "I studied their movements, their tactics. At first, I would rally others behind me, wait until the genasi tried for an ambush, and attack then. But there were still too many deaths for my liking, so I went on the offensive. The locals provided me with a vessel of my own, and I sailed out into the open waters. I took the fight to them, grew more and more cocky with each ship I took down. I believed myself to be invincible, and that made me reckless."

"What happened next?" Bull asked, although he already had an idea.

"You clearly survived, though."

"I was taken prisoner. One of my attacks went exactly as I planned, but I didn't know that the genasi had others lying in wait, holding back until they saw the perfect opportunity to strike. They outnumbered me, enough so that they were able to overpower me, and that was that."

"That, I did. With me as their trophy, the band that captured me left the coastland for quite some time. About a year and a half passed, give or take a few months, but I forced myself to be patient throughout that time of servitude, difficult as it was. I earned the trust of the crew. And later, the captain.

"Then one day, I felt it. There was something stirring in the water, restless, massive in size. I could sense it, and part of me knew that it was my time to act.

"I convinced the crew that there was treasure, worthy of the gods, in some nearby wreckage. I made up a lie, said I recalled the area from my studies, and they believed me."

"You led them right into a trap," Bull said, impressed.

Halsin nodded.

"It was a kraken's territory," he explained. "A sea monster of great power and might. It rose up from its dark depths to confront us. The waters turned rough and formed a large, gaping vortex that threatened to consume us all. The winds whipped at blinding speeds. Storms formed that spewed lightning everywhere you looked. The kraken even managed to charm some of the crew into fighting under its thrall, so you can imagine how everything turned into a bloodbath from there."

"Damn." Bull released a low whistle, recalling a few stories he heard of dreadnoughts encountering an aban-ataashi —a sea dragon— while out on their patrols.

He imagined this creature must have been similar to cause so much destruction.

"Nothing against you or your skills, but I'm surprised you survived."

"You and me both," Halsin agreed. "I was so weak that I couldn't switch forms all that much at the time, but I managed to rely on some basic spells to keep me safe long enough to escape. I fought alongside the crew for a while to discourage any suspicion, but I stole one of the ship's work boats the second it was clear that the crew and the kraken were going to go down destroying each other. Through the gods' mercy alone, I managed to make it out of there. I watched both ship and kraken sink into the sea from afar, and I somehow survived until I found land once again."

"Okay, now that story deserves a drink," Bull said. "Or several. Care to share one with me?"

"In truth, I rarely imbibe," Halsin answered. "The stuff goes right to my head."

The sounds of the party returned to them then. Voices rose and fell. Squeals of delight and the clink of tankards greeted their ears.

People danced and swayed, stumbling around without a care in the world.

"Wait, really?" Bull asked, incredulous. "You're telling me that you can't hold your liquor?"

Somehow, that was even more unbelievable than him fighting a kraken.

Halsin laughed, holding his hands up in surrender.

"All I'm saying is that it won't take long before I'm breaking into song or declaring love to the first person I lay eyes on."

"Well, I mean, if you need a target to focus that energy on..." Squeezing him up against his side, Bull flexed his free arm, waggling his eyebrows at him. "I'm your guy."

"A tempting offer, I'll admit," Halsin said, admiring him openly.

"Plus, I've also been known to break into song here and there."

"Now, that, I have to see."

"Find me something stronger than the swill they serve around here," Bull challenged, "and you're on."

"Ah." As understanding dawned on him, Halsin flashed Bull a secretive smirk. "You thought that I meant that I can't handle the spirits such as those at this party." At Bull's confused look, Halsin clarified. "I keep a, uh, personal flask on hand for special occasions."

"No shit," Bull said, watching him closely, unable to keep his curiosity at bay. "You have your own recipe or what?"

"Something like that, and I have my pipe on me too, if you're interested."

"Don't have to tell me twice. Let's go make a little music, yeah?"

Amused, Halsin readily agreed.

They didn't even try to hide it as they ditched the party in favor of the surrounding forests, neither of them the type to sneak about in such a manner anyways.

They spent the rest of the night in high spirits under the stars, drinking, smoking, trading stories. And yes, singing rather terribly as well.

They fell asleep bathed in moonlight, and only when the rising sun bid them to wake did they return to camp together to discuss their next move.

[earthstellar]

I love Last Bot Standing so much

because Old Rodimus has so much potential:

-First time he stands up and his back strut makes concerning noises and is sort of sore for no apparent reason/his knee joints give out: oh god oh fuck I'm old oh no OH NO

-First time he realises he doesn't have the energy or motivation to run around with the others: finds that he doesn't mind as much as he thought he would; he lets the others explore and enjoys hearing them messing with each other in the distance

-First time he realises he's forgetting details about long-past missions, lost a few names and places: After worrying there might be something wrong with his processor, he vaguely remembers something Ratchet said a long, long time ago about data decay-- and tries to calm himself with the thought that it's normal, data doesn't last forever-- but he still stays up all night thinking of everyone he never wants to forget, scared he's already forgotten some and can't tell

-First time he notices all the new cracks in his faceplate: He thinks he looks a bit like Kup now, and it makes him happy and sad at the same time

-First time he goes on a scouting mission and has to take a break or he knows he won't make it back alone: no more solo missions? maybe. maybe he never planned on surviving this long, and doesn't know what to do by himself

-First time he struggles to fully boot up from recharge: He realises one day he really won't be getting up again, and with no medics and no maintenance materials, that day may be soon. He survived the war, and all that came after, but nobody can survive time. He's okay with that. He was a Prime, once. He had a good run.

-First time a younger bot calls him old: He can't help but remember when he said the same things to so many old, grumpy bots back in the day. He's a little ruffled by it, surprised, because he still doesn't really think of himself as old. But the kiddos aren't wrong. Inside, it makes him a little happy. Maybe he can do something good for them while he's still around.

-First time he realises he's just not physically able to flame on anymore, due to age or lack of maintenance/fuel or all of the above: He realises he might be losing ability, and it depresses him for a bit until he decides to focus on what he still can do. He can remember an old bot from a while back, who started losing some function. He respected that bot; He kept going as long as he could. Rodimus doesn't want to be too grumpy in his old age. He'll keep on going, too.

-First time he settles down for recharge and gets a moment of actual quiet, the younger bots are all outside together doing a "camping night", the rest are already recharging, and it's just him and the stars for the first time in a long time: He looks out towards the general direction Cybertron is probably in (he's not 100% sure), and briefly, aside from everything else, despite everything, is happy he's lived long enough for closure. The war ended. Society, for a while, was recovering (or trying to). He went on adventures. He saw and did impossible things, with people he genuinely loved.

He has a lot of regrets, but it's over now.

And that's OK. He's cool with that, although he wishes he weren't as sore or tired.

He's had a long, long life. He made a few good calls, now and then, here and there.

And he plans to do whatever Rodimus things he can, right up until there's no more fuel, no more memories, no more time.

[ambelle]

The way Dick was staring at Kory so intensely, with so much adoration (& passion 🤭) at the dinner table and later on the bridge, really made my heart skip a beat.

Like some have mentioned, he rarely openly show's affection like that but of course Kory is the exception, as usual.

I know some ppl were bummed he didn't say "I love you" but I'd argue this whole damn season was him prooving that he indeed does love and is IN love with Kory without a doubt. Same for her. It was very clear in the final episode, that they were in love with eachother and both finally admitting it, even if those exact words weren't said.

Idk, sometimes it really doesn't need to be spelled out like that.

Although, I do think had we gotten another season we would've heard the explicit ILU's especially if we were supposed to actually get Mar'i 🥹.

Anyways, Dick was staring at Kory like she was the main entrée at dinner loll like damn your children are right there sir.

Then on the bridge when he oh so smoothly, strongly suggested they start making babies immediately. He was so serious he had our girl Kory shook 🤣. If they had kissed after that stare, I wouldn't have been surprised but the way Dick was acting it might've turned into some public indecency loll.

I also thought it was really cute they alluded back to season one when Kory bought Dick that alcohol to figure out his "secrets" and see his "moves".

Kory was so adorable being like "Hey let me buy you a coffee," but Dick really said nah buy me another drink so we can get hot & heavy 💀. The boldness, compared to his normal demeanor, was giving me whiplash in a good way. I'm just so glad they got to be together and happy in the end~💙💜

You know what I loved about Dick in the last few scenes is his intensity. He wasn’t flirting like earlier in the season he was being bold and straight forward. For one he was the one making her blush and giggle.

They show their love so loudly that I’m not super pressed about them saying “I thought I lost you” instead of ILY. But I do agree they’d say it in season 5 when they were settled into a relationship.

I wish we got a full season of them as a couple but I’m not holding that against the writers. They aren’t the ones who cancelled the show. What they did here is give us a clear glimpse into their future and showed us how far Dick will go to protect Kory. Like we knew it but seeing him be so open and concerned for her was beautiful. They way Kory was brought out of that spell in 4x08 because of Dicks feelings for her? Beautiful.

Dick asking Kory for a real drink + saying they should get started on Mar’i is hilarious. Like he went 0-100. And I love how Kory knew him wanting a drink means he’s propositioning her 😅

Like sure I want season 5 with Mar’i but season 4 with Dicks desperation to save her and Kory willing to give up her life for him and the world…it was epic. I’ll miss them.

[husky-studies]

Helloooo!

I read your Clara & Brother figure reader headcannons (not who requested them, as I'm sure you can surmise), and I found them absolutely adorable!

I was wondering if I could maybe request a sort of... sequel, of sorts to that?

like, a mix, part-headcannon part-drabble one-shot type thing set during Clara's quest line in the game. Like, what could possible be different with Big Bro's presence, what interactions between them and the Astral Express crew could be like. That sorta thing.

It's 100% if you don't want to do this though! I get that I might be asking a bit much lol

Meeting the Crew

Concept: the reader meets the astral express crew (March, Dan Heng, and Trailblazer)

Character(s): astral express crew, clara, mentions of svarog; pascal, as the previous request its still male reader

Warning(s): none but the reader's relationship with everyone is strictly platonic

Note(s): HELLO ANON, GLAD YOU LIKE IT. Im not sure which part of the quest you were talking about but i wrote the one where they were in the Great Mine. I HOPE YOU ENJOY

-You were just accompanying Clara and Svarog in the mines along witb a few other Automatons

-They were talking about something, you weren't really paying attention to them

-All you really knew was that Clara wanted Svarog to help the conflict between the vagrants and miners

-It was then you feel another presence with you, you looked back and saw some people

-Seele was one of them, and then there were other people with her. One seemed like someone from The Overworld. The other three looks like they weren't even from anywhere on Belobog

"Svarog! We haven't settled our final score." Seele said as her and the group are approaching us. I stood beside Clara, silently watching them. "Seele, subordinate to Wildfire... Your resistance is futile. The result of my calculation is unequivocal. Remaining in the Underworld is the optimal strategy for survival." Svarog said, bringing out his calculations yet again. Seele sighed. "This again... Calculation results, survival strategies... I haven't got time for your thesis. Withdraw your forces, or i'll lose my temper." Seele warned. Svarog didn't take it to granted, instead opted to tell Clara about how unavoidable division and conflict is. "But Mr. Svarog..." Before Clara could continue, I finished her sentences for her. "Didn't you say you wanted to protect the people in the Underworld? Well with the conflict currently brewing in here, it could go for the worse and the Underworld would be in a much more haywire situation than now, Mr Svarog." Clara nodded at that as well, I'm not sure if she understands but at least she's trying. "Big brother is here as well huh..." Seele muttered while looking at you. "Big brother? He's Clara's big brother?" March asked.

-A few more exchanged of words, of course the group and Svarog engage into a fight

-Svarog doesn't allow you to engage into it, but rather to stay by Clara's side

-After the whole fighting subdued, some of the crew asked Seele more about you and Seele, albeit a bit aggressive as usual, told them

-March and the Trailblazer felt bad about your missing limb. Although Trailblazer thought it makes you look cooler

-Dan Heng finds you tough for going this far with a missing limb. He also finds your cybernetic arm cool 👍

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[truly-morgan]

[dom!Reigen gifting sub!Mob something special (18+)]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 03-06-2023

[#mobrei, collaring, 2034]

Mob had started a relationship with Reigen soon after he had turned 18, although for a while it stayed rather vague what they were, as if Reigen was certain that all Mob had wanted was his body and didn't actually like this.

It had taken a little a while, but they had eventually gotten to an official relationship, once Reigen was sure that he wouldn't be left behind with a wounded heart.

But it's still left some things a bit unsure.

Mob had rather quickly learned about Reigen's preferences when it came to sex and other intimate activities. He had been very eager to learn and try, so his lover wouldn't need to hold back.

And for a while, once again, Reigen had been unsure.

For one, he was older than Mob and already had a lot of experience in the scene. All his previous partners, although he never really had anyone fix, had been experienced too, or at the very least, had some experience. Mob was like a baby entering the scene, probably not knowing what he was getting himself into.

Reigen had decided to be careful at first, trying to make sure Mob was indeed get as much pleasure and enjoyment out of it than he did. He found himself a bit surprised when he realised that maybe Mob wasn't as vanilla has he had thought he would be, even better if he leaned a lot more on the sub part.

But it still had taken a while to settle properly about all of it. Setting proper boundaries and safeword, Reigen making sure that Mob would use them if needed. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Mob because he was scared to use them (and he wouldn't know what to do with himself for not noticing something was wrong even though Mob wasn't telling him).

Their scene were a bit far in between at first, but slowly they became a lot more regular when it came to them having sex or playing around.

Reigen wouldn't lie, he was pretty happy that he was this compatible with Mob and that he wouldn't have to hold back on the things that brought him pleasure and enjoyment. Even more so that Mob was so eager to learn and try new things with him, trying out the water to see what he liked (or didn't like).

It had taken Reigen a while, but he had decided that Mob was indeed a good partner for him in the bdsm scene (alongside being a very good romantic partner).

"Welcome back" Reigen called out as Mob came back from college. He smiled at the way Mob immediately looked up back at him, looking really happy to see him again even though they had seen each other this morning.

"I'm back" Mob replied as he took off his shoes, dropping his bag near the shoe rack.

"I've got something for you" Reigen smiled from where he was in the living room, patting the couch next to him.

it wasn't too long that he had his boyfriend sitting next to him, looking rather curious as to what he wanted to give him. This made Reigen chuckle, wondering if he would ever get used to how eager Mob seemed to be when it came to anything he gave him (he often chucked it to his lover still being young).

"Wait for me here, I'll go get it" Reigen said, patting Mob knee. He quickly went to their room, retrieving a nice black box with an iridescent dark purple bow on it.

Mob looked even more intrigued by the box once it was given to him, carefully opening it once Reigen was sat down next to him once again.

He looked surprised when he saw the content of the box, carefully pulling out the leather collar that sat in it. Then his eyes grew a bit wider when something came back to his mind, remembering what he had seen in his research about a dom gifting a collar to their sub.

Mob quickly turned back to Reigen, receiving a soft smile from the older man. "You've been working hard to understand what I like and discovering what you like too, I decided that it was time to give you something that would make it feel more official" Reigen explained, "I wanted to gift you something meaningful".

He chuckled softly when he saw the young man getting a bit emotional over it, not surprised seeing how Mob had gotten a lot more expressive over the years.

Mob then looked back at the black collar, a tag hanging from the ring at the front, his name engraved in silver.

"Can you put it on?" Mob asked, looking back up at him, already wanting to put the collar to good use.

"Of course" Reigen smiled, taking the collar that was handed to him, putting it around Mob's neck, making sure it wouldn't be too tight around it. He couldn't help the way his smile grew at seeing Mob wearing it, looking beautiful with it on.

But the look on Mob face was just even more stunning, looking utterly happy and proud.

"Come here" Reigen offered, opening his arms to hold Mob, his lover immediately accepting it.

He was also thanked with a kiss, Mob whispering quiet "thank you"s and "I love you"s to him. When he pulled back he picked up the box again to close it, only to notice something else.

He, once again, carefully pulled out something else, although this time it was a simple black leather string with an O ring for pendant.

"A full-on collar is rather eye-catching" Reigen commented, "So I decided to also gift a simpler one to wear outside" he explained.

"Of course, only if you wish to" Reigen then added, not wanting to force Mob into wearing something he wouldn't want to.

His uncertainty about the necklace got washed away when he received another quick kiss from his lover, Mob smiling softly at him.

"I'll gladly wear it every day" Mob smiled, "I am happy to wear anything Arataka gives me and have a sign of your ownership on me" he added. Not that many people would likely know the meaning behind it, but as long as Mob knew it was enough for him to be happy about it.

The box and necklace were placed back on the coffee table before Mob felt himself being moved around after Reigen hook a finger to the ring of his collar.

"Now, would you like to put the collar to good use?" Reigen asked, a smirk adorning his lips.

Immediately Mob nodded eagerly and obediently, more than excited at the idea of putting it to good use and having his lover's attention all over him. He had already felt impatient to finally see Reigen at the end of the day, now he was buzzing with excitement.

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(look at me go, not even making it actually sexual ☺️)

Original

[daydreaming-sunflower]

Honest hour asks! (Hi DayDayie, love you!)

Do you have something that you collect? (kind of inspired by all your lovely textures - if you can call them that - in your journal)

What is one trope that you can go back and write again and again no matter how much you've done it?

How did you figure out/how did it come about that strawberry and sunflowers would be part of your aesthetic in a way? (again if you can call it that, but know I assosiate both with you, also bunnies!)

Where is one place in the world that you'd love to travel and who would you go with?

What is one book you'd recommend? (slyly looking for book recommendations)

omg hiiiiii thank you i love youuu ❤️💘💖

okay here we go (this is so long i appologise adhkafjs as always i have a lot to say):

Do you have something that you collect? I wouldn't say I actually collect specific things on purpose, but when I come across a thing that seems like I can stick it in a journal i WILL stick it in a journal, usually tickets from things, maybe packages from fun snacks, flowers, nice stickers... I wouldn't call myself 'a X collector' but I do like. stuff. ajksdhka

What is one trope that you can go back and write again and again no matter how much you've done it? I mean the obvious answer would be sad artists my beloved, although that probably isn't an actual trope asjdhks so probably hurt/comfort? I feel like no matter what story I'm writing or what tropes are in it, I can always find some space for some tears and cuddles (TM). There is definitely more but this is what immediately comes to my mind

How did you figure out/how did it come about that strawberry and sunflowers would be part of your aesthetic in a way? Okay I am not sure about the sunflowers, actually, I just really like the flowers lol I feel like there was a point in my life when I was like huh I actually don't know the answers to What is your favourite X for many things and everyone kept buying me like roses or random pink flowers for all flower occasions like by default and I was like hm I don't actually like. care about roses that much but if I had a fave flower people could buy me that one, you know what I mean? also might have been influenced a bit by dodie who's to say asjdhkad

I am not like 100% sure that it was JUST this but I actually do have a real answer for the strawberries and that is (fic rec tiiiime) the strawberry milk fic! which affected me a lot as a person and one of the ways was that it somehow made me (despite my ongoing half-emo persona) change my self care and/or dealing with mental health and stuff technique from like. dan howell-esque ugh darkness and edginess (lmao sorry dan that's such an unappealing description) to like hey soft and pretty and careful (speaking of fic rec time, everyone go read my safe space fic askjdkj) and it kinda went from there and turned me into a ray of sunshine (lmao insert the sonic from jen's pfp)

Where is one place in the world that you'd love to travel and who would you go with? God I would like to go to sooo many places I would like to go visit all the wwc friends, I would like to go to the countries in Europe I haven't been to yet, I would honestly like to visit at least one country from each continent at some point but also I really really love Greece for no specific reason and so I am always down to go there and I would either go with the wwc obviously orrr with my uni friends and we would settle down somewhere and live together forever in a queer little commune that is most definitely not a cult ^.^

What is one book you'd recommend? (slyly looking for book recommendations) hhhh it's so difficult to pick one (I'm looking at my 900 page clinical psychology textbook in front of me, wouldn't that be hilarious if I said that) but I am always eager to recommend either: Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan What It Takes by our beloved Jude Sierra OR closer baby closer by Savannah Brown (yes I not so sneakily said three oh well)

Okay that's it!! bye!! <3

[faofinn]

Day 29 - Head Injury

A follow on from a Whumptober fic - here

@mediwhumpmay

Fao’s head spun as they settled him inside. At least it was warmer, though he was still cold. He gripped Sheila’s hand tightly as they fussed, though he could feel himself slipping. He didn’t want to pass out, but it was beginning to feel inevitable, his vision blurring into black. 

Fao drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the trip to hospital, struggling to stay with it, despite the people talking to him. When he was aware, he fought against the people touching him but he didn’t have much energy to do anything. Everything hurt, he felt so weak, and every jolt made the dizziness worse. They weren’t far from the hospital, though, and Fao fought to stay awake as they got him inside and transferred across onto their bed, groaning as they moved him. 

This is Fao, he's 23 years old. He was playing rugby when he was tackled at his shoulders around half an hour/forty minutes ago. Took a significant hit to the head and was knocked unconscious on impact, though came to quickly, initially GCS 12 rising to GCS 14. Obviously deformed collarbone so query fracture there. No c-spine tenderness, but boarded for MOI. He's been agitated with us, but lost consciousness again during transport, GCS 3 for about four minutes. Became unable to maintain his own airway and had a respiratory arrest. We ventilated him for about 2 minutes before a spontaneous return, tolerated OP and NP during. He's had a gram of IV paracetamol - has a 20 in left ACF. Obs are as follows - Resp at 18, Heart rate 134, sats 97% on air, now 100% on 15L. Bp 103/62, did drop to 89/45 during his unresponsive episode. BM was 5.1, GCS as before, pupils equal but sluggish. He is allergic to morphine, but other opiate derivatives are okay. Do you need anything else from us?”

The consultant shook her head. “That’s great, thank you.” She said, then moved to speak to Fao. “Hi Fao, I’m Grace, I’m one of the doctors here. Looks like you’ve taken a bit of a hit. There’s going to be loads of people around you for a minute, whilst we get you all set up and make sure we know all of what’s going on, alright? It can be disorienting, try not to worry. We’ll tell you what we’re doing as we do it.”

Fao struggled to listen, but just about managed, trying to focus on the doctor’s face. “‘Kay.” He mumbled. “My mum?”

"She's around, just letting us do our checks first."

“Can I have her? Please?” He whimpered. 

Sheila pushed through, her son's request breaking through her want to follow the rules. She gripped his hand, squeezing in to press a kiss to his forehead, trying to avoid the blocks and tape. 

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm right here."

He managed a smile. “Mum.”

"I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm staying with you, I'm just gonna let them do their things they need to."

“Headache.” He complained. 

"I'm not surprised."

“Feel shit.”

"Again, not surprised. Was a shitty tackle."

“Don’t remember.”

"Illegal, they knocked you clean out."

“Oh.”

"Yeah, that's why they're a bit busy around you."

“Feel… fuzzy.”

She swallowed thickly. It was just the concussion, that was all. "You will, you're gonna be fine."

“Yeah. Gonna be fine.”

"Course you are."

“Got you, but don’t feel well.”

"These lovely people are gonna fix you up."

“Mm.” He was quiet for a moment, part of him trying to understand what they were saying. He wanted to know what was going on. His brows pulled together as he focused, but didn’t manage to get anything useful to register in his brain. 

Sheila recognised the look in his eyes. "Hey. They're wanting to take you for a scan, see if any damage is there."

“No thanks.”

"You don't have a choice." She said gently. 

“I don’t want it, though.”

"You need it. You might have hurt yourself more than we can see." Sheila murmured softly. 

“No thank you.”

"Fao, you've got to. You currently can't make that decision."

He whined, and although he protested endlessly, he didn’t have a choice. They took him through to the scanner, and he wasn’t sure if he was tired or they’d given him something, but it was harder to focus and stay awake. About halfway through the scan, he’d drifted a little, but almost jolted awake in fear, nausea suddenly overwhelming him. 

“‘M gonna be sick.” He said, panic rising. 

"We're nearly done, Fao. Take some slow deep breaths." The tech said.

"If he's said he's going to be sick, he's going to be sick." Sheila snapped. "He's not stupid."

“Gonna be sick.” Fao repeated, swallowing thickly. “Help?”

They finally listened to him, and staff came in, helping him onto his side as he was sick. He felt so horribly out of control, held up and in pain, trying desperately to breathe through the nausea. Everything was hazy and horrible, the room spinning, and once he’d finally finished they settled him back on his back. They’d need to do the scan again now, but at least they’d given him some antiemetics. 

They’d started to help and he was able to drift again whilst the scan happened, letting the hazy darkness pull him under. They got through the whole thing without any drama this time, and then he was moved back to resus to await the results. 

They let him and Sheila know quite quickly that they couldn’t see any significant head injury like a bleed or fracture, that it was likely nothing more than a severe concussion, but they’d need to wait for the more detailed scan report. They could, however, get him out of the blocks and sat up a little, which helped him to feel more awake and oriented. He still struggled to keep his eyes open, and his collarbone was absolutely killer, the painkillers hadn’t really touched it. But at least he was okay.

[jschlattsgun]

A Nightmare with Markiplier

Dadiplier x child!reader, any demographic, platonic

TW: nightmares, death, swatting, blood, guns

angst turned fluff

He's dead.

You saw it.

You rounded the corner of the hallway, your front door being busted down and a SWAT team heading for your father's door.

You ran for his office as fast as your legs could carry you, but the men were already shooting at him.

And you froze.

His body now slumped in the chair, blood oozing from his head and chest onto the floor. You muffled your cries with your hands as the barrel of a rifle was pressed to your head. You heard a loud bang, and your vision went black.

You shot upright. It was a nightmare, and you are still in your bed. You began to sob, as loudly as your brain would let you. And you called for your dad.

"Hey bud, whats wrong?! Why are you crying?! Did you have a nightmare?" He had now picked you up into his arms, and you were just hugging him as tight as you possibly could while you cried. He let you just be there, in his embrace, and rubbed your back softly.

"It's okay bud, whatever made you cry is gone now and I'm right here. It's all okay."

After you settled down enough, you told him about the nightmare, although you started crying again right at the end of the explanation. So you just had another 20 minutes of crying and your dad soothing you.

He then looked you in the eyes with the most 100% sure face you've ever seen.

"Look me in the eyes kiddo. I want you to know that the police will never just come into our house and shoot me. I swear on my life I will never let that happen. You and me? We are safe, so safe in fact that a literal safe is jealous of how safe we are. Nothing is going to hurt us."

He picked you up and walked over to his own bedroom, since he can't fit in your bed. You both lied there, slowly drifting off to sleep again. As you took a last look at his ceiling, at the glowing plastic stars, encased in his arms, you trusted what he said.

And all is well.

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Thank you for reading! If you want to watch me be stupid somewhere else, go follow my twitter @madewithsoup69 and I'll see you there!

[shelby-love]

MATT CASEY

Ex-military

Requested: yes (by anonymous)

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none

Word count: 1.1K

Author’s note: Wrote this in one go and I feel like its absolute RUBBISH! Sorry for the long wait hopefully it’s okay. I’d give it a 6 out of 10 just for the lack of adjectives!

p.s Don't make fun of me my friends I tried really hard to make this disarming thing seem legit! You can obviously tell I’m not cop material lmaoo.

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"How on earth did he even manage to get there?" you mumble, drilling into the suspect with your eyes. The only thing that was currently keeping him from dropping 100 feet to his death were the ropes and the firefighter next to him that was making sure he got down as graciously as possible. Even though he did not deserve it whatsoever.

Wallace Boden glanced back at you, pulling his hands into the air. "Don't ask me officer."

You shook your head with a sigh, clutching the ends of your vest tighter with your hands if that was even possible. Your eyes came together as you squinted them to look past the sun, wanting now more than ever to have a pair of sunglasses on your face. Your partner, Jay Halstead, was leaning against a black SUV, arms crossed over his chest and a pair of sunglasses on his handsome face. He watched the scene unfold before him and unlike you, the sun didn’t seem to faze him.

The street has been closed off, as expected in a case like this one. The unit had come heavily prepared 10 minutes ago, only to find the suspect hanging from a broken window being held up by nothing but his own pants. But he did look surprisingly peaceful as the Captain of truck 81 carried him down to the ground.

Creating order was your job and so you stepped outside the human shield of officers to help the Captain. "I'm here to take him off your shoulders, Cap."

Matt visibly smiled, chucking the man in front of him to take off his ropes. "By all means detective."

The next few seconds passed in a blur, barely even giving you time to assess the situation properly. Somehow somewhere, a gun was pulled out in the man's quick haste to escape. Pointing it to the unarmed Captain was his shot out of there.

Or so he thought.

It wasn't that you were thinking, more so that the amount of experience you had was what kicked in and brought you to action. The speed with which you had jumped in with to disarm the man only came from familiarity, and not from the rank. You grabbed the slide of the gun, clutching it tightly and obstructing the slide from cycling into a shot. The peacefulness he had carried with him was now long gone as he started to trash around, attempting to remove your grip and have full control of the gun again.

You didn't have it and instead pulled your elbow into his face until you heard, rather than felt, a sickening snap of bones. Your leg flew in right after, sending him hurling to the ground.

With the gun now in your possession, you allowed yourself to breathe. Tossing the gun from one hand to another like it was a toy, you turned to the stunned Captain. With a swift move of your hand, the magazine flew out and the gun was officially rendered useless.

"You aright, Cap?" You asked with a smirk, glancing at his chest that was raising and falling rapidly as puffs of air escaped his lugs.

Matt gave you a thumbs up, letting out the last panicked breath. "I don't know how you guys deal with this every day. You-"

"I have experience. But it was still a risky thing for me to do, I apologize."

Matt's eyes widened, "No, no it's alright. You definitely looked like you knew what you were doing."

You smiled, flattered in a way. "The military does that to you."

By now, the man was swarmed with detectives, and you didn't feel the need to interject, instead choosing the moment to walk the Captain to his truck. "You were in the military?"

"Mhmm," you mused, “That's where I learned how to do that."

You didn't even really know what name to call your little stunt. "Although I'm not anymore…in the military. Obviously. I mean, I -"

A heavy silence settled over you when you finally decided to stop rambling, thicker than the one surrounding the mass of police.

You felt incredibly awkward at that moment. Never knowing how to start a conversation with men, especially ones as handsome as Matt wasn't fairly uncommon for you. You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly, showing him just how real you were without even knowing it.

People whistled when they saw what you did, expected you to be bold and confident because of it.

You weren't.

It intrigued him, and so he smiled, showing you his gleaming teeth. "Well, I think what you did back there was mind-blowing."

"Really? You really think so?"

Somehow getting a compliment from him was more than enough. Not even Voight's words will fill you up with pride like Matt's did just now. For whatever reason unfamiliar to you.

"I guess I owe you now," said Matt suddenly. Just as you were about to shake your head dismissively did, he stopped in his tracks, making you do the same too. "How about I return the favor with a drink?"

You pretended to think about it for a second, your toes curling in your combat boots as you did so, "Yeah sure. I'd like that."

The two of you exchanged details, scheduling your meet to be the following Saturday at Molly's.

You joined your unit with a skip in your steps and heart that was threatening to jump out. "What's with the smile?"

It was Jay who sneakily joined you by the car, looking at you with a knowing gaze in his blue eyes. The sunglasses hung on his dark red shirt, now forgotten due to the shade from the building. "I have a date!"

"With whom?" He asked, eyes just a bit wider than usual.

"Captain Casey."

Jay wiggled his eyebrows at, whistling proudly and bringing out his fist for you. You placed your own fist against his victoriously. "Atta girl."

"I know right?" You agreed dreamily, "All because I risked my life to get that gun away from him."

"I don't wanna be that person," Kevin Atwater came up to you with a frown, "But I think being ex-military has something to with all this."

"What do you mean?" You asked him.

"Oh, you know what I mean."

Kevin turned on his heels and stalked away after that, leaving you dazed and confused. "I seriously don't. What's he on about?"

Jay chuckled, slapping your shoulder teasingly. "Atwater thinks being ex-military helps you get noticed."

"Does it?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

Realization shook you a little to late. Jay had already walked away by the time it happened, although his broad shoulders were still very much visibly to you. You glared at them and exclaimed after him, "There was chemistry before I did anything! I felt it!"

You did feel it, and so did the captain.

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[zutaraplatter]

Avatar: The Last Airbender Critique

There are already a million of posts like this one, and I might be saying things that’ve already been said a million times but I’ve recently become reheated about the ATLA ending and wanted to let it out -_- No one asked, this is true, and this may or may not be a way to stall from this final project I still have to complete, but here’s 10 things I didn't like and/or would change about the show that likely shouldn’t need changing because they should have been done in the first place.

1. Katara should have apologized to Sokka after TSR

It should have happened and it didn't. In my canon-avoiding mind, Katara and Sokka have a heartfelt conversation where she apologizes for the awful things she said, Sokka says he forgives her and he's sorry if he wasn't as there for her as much as he should have been, which he follows up with "but I'm happy you listened to Aang and took his advice," leading into my next point

2. Katara should have said that not killing Yon Rha was her choice

And thats why it was the right one. Not because Aang already said it was wrong. No no. It was the right choice because that's what she chose. I love my mom to death and can't imagine losing her in any way, let alone the way Katara did. And I can't say for sure that if I was in her shoes that I know what I would have done f that yes I do I would have killed that motherfucker. But I also know that if Katara decided not to kill him, then that was one of two correct choices because they were Katara's choices to make. Not Aang's or anyone else's and this should have been clarified. I know it's a kids show but I said what I said. Next point.

3. Katara should have said more after telling Aang she was unsure at the Ember Island Players

Katara hasn't had any trouble saying how she feels, especially when it comes to helping others and making them feel better, whether she was right or wrong. But she holds back or overly softens blows and seems to even shrivel up at times when it comes to Aang. And me no likey. I had a boyfriend who I adored and admired and just genuinely looked up to. I'm also a shy and anxious person who hates confrontation, but because I loved him, I never refrained from telling him when he was wrong. I might have been a little shaky about it but I did it tho because when you want to be with someone you walk through the grass and stomp through the mud. And I personally feel like either in that moment or later on in an added scene that Katara should have voiced to Aang how unheard and disrespected she felt about his words before TSR and his actions on the balcony. I hate being uncomfortable and my secondhand embarrassment is toxic but I would love to see a scene of this. I always imagined Katara saying stuff like "But I'm not you Aang, and I'm not an Air Nomad," or "Zuko could understand why I needed to go, and I'd hoped you would too," or...I'm out of ideas but you get the idea. And you know what, I know I'm a hard Zutara shipper, but them having this conversation would honestly make me respect their relationship a whole lot more should it be believably written to end on a good note (I don't see how it could be but hey I'm an open minded person and I did think they were cute together once upon a time). Basically, all I'm saying is that Katara is no small voice and she should have been written that way when with Aang. Boyfriends can make you shy but should never make you weak. Period. Next point.

4. No rock! ONLY GROWTH!!!!!!!!!!!

I still squint my eyes whenever I remember that rock that unblocked Aang's chakra. What even was that? The laziest writing possible in my opinion. That's what. And Aang deserved better. What should have happened should have been that Aang started to lose to Ozai. And then as Ozai's about to deliver the finishing blow, Aang has flashbacks of everyone he's trying to save and honor, ending with a very prominent flashback of Katara with the guru's disembodied voice reminding Aang to let go of his attachments to become all he needs to be...then BOOM! Baby boy is back on his feet, chakra unblocked, he kicks Ozai's ass, I'm crying hysterically on the floor, as are the rest of us, and he wins. Then at the end of the series, instead of a kiss, he gives Katara an apology. She accepts, everyone else comes to join them on the balcony, cinematic group hug, camera pan into the sun. I don't know lol. Basically what I'm saying is that Aang did not deserve some deus ex machina. He deserved to grow and become his best self like everyone else got to.

5. Aang should have heard differently in The Storm

Katara is a very fate-minded person and this is when I saw potential for her to become a toxic character in regards to Aang. When he admits that he ran away from home 100 years ago, Katara tells him that that was basically a good thing because he was meant to be here and now. Like...no? What Aang did, though understandable for someone so young, was still wrong. Yes he would have maybe been killed but I'm like 10000000% sure they had a plan to protect and evacuate the literal avatar. And what was technically "meant to be" was a new avatar. But hey, what's done is done and kicking Aang while he's down is a no-no in this household. But that doesn't change the fact that Aang needed and deserved honesty. Maybe the fisherman could have said this, I don't know, but I feel like Aang should have been told by someone that although running away was wrong, it's a blessing he and Appa were able to survive and be able to help save the world now with his amazing friends found-family. Maybe this is too harsh, and maybe even outright wrong, but I felt like Aang deserved a truer answer here to support and comfort him.

6. MAILEE!!!!

Do I even need to go into detail?

7. Spiritual sigh*

Don't make me go into detail -_- I will say though that although Aang and Katara are both amazing individuals capable of earth shattering things, they were not a healthy fit for one another. This is evident in the original series and especially in their children from LOK. They both deserved the best but better than one another.

8. ZUTARAAAAAAA

This is a Zutara blog you KNEW this was coming, as it should. There's just too much. There's too damn much. I would give a real paragraph to this too, but, I mean, there's already so much proving that this was the pair. Fics, metas, rants, this site. Scroll through my blog or any of the ATLA related blogs I follow and...dude. These two were meant to be together and I'll mourn the narrative brilliance WASTED for no good reason every day for the rest of my life. No reason these two shouldn't be married with three kids. sob. I will take this part to say thank you to the amazing fic writers that gave Katara, Zuko, Mai, and Aang what they deserved that the writers didn't have the guts to give them themselves. Next point tho.

9. AANG AND ONJI

Good God almighty. Why not this? WHY NOT THIS? I'm putting on my bullet proof vest and I'm going to say this; Aanji is cuter than Zutara. Now before you scorn me or whatever, let me explain. Zutara for me is like steak. No. Chicken parmesan. I like chicken parmesan better. The point though is that Zutara is savory. You know? I don't see them as cute, I see them as Obviously. Aanji on the other hand is like a bag of my favorite candy. They are like a brownie. A cookie. Girl Scout Samoas!...I don't know what words are anymore. This post got way out of hand. I guess what I'm saying is that for Zutara, I scream, but for Aanji, I squeal. I hope that makes sense. But here's the main point I want to make. Onji never knew who Aang really was. And Aang was always, at his core, himself. She very obviously had a crush on Aang for his personality and that was crazy cute and frankly preferable to Katara's "I...guess he is." (you know exactly what I'm talking about) Anyway, I kept wanting more of them together. I wish all the time that we'd gotten to see her again, with a more fleshed out character and all. And in the way that I imagine the show should have gone, she could have been the perfect love interest for Aang, during this episode or way later, even in the comics! Another WASTED opportunity for greatness and I will, again, never recover T-T

10. Iroh get your ass back here

Maybe this is a misguided critique but I hated that Iroh just left Zuko alone in the fire nation at the end of the series. Baby was in trouble in every sense of the word and Iroh was just like "See ya! You got this nephew." I'm expected to believe that? I'm expected to accept that? No no no. He should have at least stayed for a few years to help Zuko stay upright and, you know, alive. And by "upright" I don't mean "good." I just mean been there to support him because Lord knows he needed it, at least in the beginning of his reign. It was cute that Iroh was able to settle down with his own teashop after all those years of violence and mourning and running and this and that. I was more than happy for him for being able to have that peace finally. But I still think it could have waited a little while longer so he could support Zuko.

That's it I guess. I know not everything I've said makes the most sense in one way or another, but I enjoyed putting it together all the same. Thank you for reading and have a great day. I'll go finish my final now.

(Edited for a typo)

[thisnoodlewritesao3]

CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT ALL!

So a soulmate event aye? I'm here for it.

I was thinking this prompt

- A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are in a certain distance)

With Atsumu or Osamu? I have a thing for those 2 and i just love them so much and they deserve nice things and just yes.

I hope you're taking care of yourself!!!!!

omg i sort of popped off on this one and it ended up just a lil longer than i thought it would and omg. i have no words for myself at this rate. look, i will not be judged for my sudden and random love this boy, but um. you’ll see

thank you for participating! I am taking care of myself most of the time so eh ya know

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Your yearly visit to Japan wasn’t meant to be anything special. Just a trip to Japan where you’d meet your cousins again.

When the three of you stood next to each other, you could see why no one thought that you, Kiyoomi and Motoya were related. Alas, you were, much to the world’s surprise. It didn’t even help that you weren’t from Japan, so your grasp on the language was laughable. You coped and so did they.

“A volleyball game?” You quirked a brow at Motoya as he grinned widely, taking the seat opposite you and snatching an onigiri off your plate. A glare formed quickly on your face and you pulled the plate close to you, shovelling another in your mouth.

“Not just any game, but nationals.” There was a shine of excitement in his eyes and you shrugged.

“I guess I could go, not like I have any plans.” Your parents often described you as a perfect middle between Kiyoomi and Motoya; not quite an outgoing puppy, but not really hating the idea of people either. There weren’t too many things you and your cousins could agree on; it wasn’t that you hated each other, but you just never had the time to bond with them like they had. Still, when you got together, things weren’t awkward. They just… were.

“Do you ever have any plans?” Kiyoomi snorted, leaning against the kitchen counter. Resisting the urge to throw the plate at him, you settled on glaring at him.

“For your information,” you said, pointing at him, “I have plenty of plans when I’m back home.”

They both laughed. Motoya decides to cackle like a hyena, Kiyoomi chuckles softly. Was it really that hard to believe? Okay, so, sure, you didn’t really have that many friends - that didn’t mean you couldn’t have plans! It just meant that you’d spend more nights alone than you’d like to admit - they didn’t need to know that though. Not like you were going to tell them anyway.

What you hadn’t expected - from the brief description Motoya had given you on the way to the stadium - was that volleyball would be one of the most boring and thrilling things in your life. There were parts so filled with tension and passion that you could have drowned in it. And then some rallies would go on for what felt like days and you’d lose interest, only to be pulled back into it a second later.

Your cousin wasn’t the number one ace in the country for no reason; he played with a level head yet intensity beyond his years. You didn't even fully understand why Motoya was leaping across the court, or what a Libero was, or what was happening. How you’d never agreed to come before was beyond you.

But something is amiss, and you don’t notice it until a red string floats into your vision, like it’s purposefully making you aware of its presence. Your breath catches in your throat just as Kiyoomi slams down the ball.

It was almost funny that the year you decided to watch the volleyball game Motoya had been inviting you to for forever that you’re soulmate would suddenly burst into existence. You can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach, because if you’d stayed back in your home country this year like your dad had asked, then you never would have gotten this opportunity again.

It didn’t take much internal convincing for you to start following the string. Looping through halls, twisting and turning around people. Anticipation built up, one you’d felt so many times today, but this was a different kind of anticipation. A swelling in your stomach, a flutter of butterflies that had been startled awake. Something so primal, an urge inside of you, yet something so calm at the same time.

The closer you got the more your mind urged you to run. As crowds formed, you couldn’t help but think back to your parents' comparison of you and Kiyoomi (because even if you didn’t hate people as much, crowds were your worst enemy).

You pushed through, ignoring the urges of your heart because God knows when you’ll get this chance again. That was the point. You probably weren’t going to get this chance again. Not since you would be starting University, your parents wouldn’t just be sending you to another country for a month - even if it was for family reasons - this was your final chance to meet your soulmate.

God, if you’d have known that your soulmate was in Japan this whole time then you would have begged to live here as a child, but you didn’t. Especially being the older of your cousins, you couldn’t help but feel slightly more anxious.

Barely 18, ready to live your life, and now you’d found your soulmate. Motoya would be excited for you, Kiyoomi would probably offer his apologies depending on who it was.

Thoughts wracked with who it could be. What they would look like. How they would act. Sound. Talk to you. React. You didn’t even notice how close it had gotten until a hand was pulled in front of your eyes; the person it was connected to looked down at you, tears in his eyes, though seeming generally disinterested.

Your heart stopped - whether from anxiety or excitement, you’d figure out later - he met your eyes and you couldn’t help but blush.

Just as you were about to speak - make your debut moment to your soulmate - a wave of people suddenly surrounded you and you froze. Like all the air had been taken from your lungs. Your heart - previously stopped - now worked in full force. If it weren’t for the buzzing in your pocket, you might have passed out right there.

Your soulmate was staring down at you as you shakily reached into your pocket, answering the call without any question. “Where are you?” Motoya’s voice rang clear. You blink slowly, trying to catch your breath enough to speak.

“S-soulmate…” the word feels so foreign on your lips (reasonably so). He instructs you to pass the phone to him - it takes a lot of effort, but you manage, ruling the phone away from your face and to him. He takes it - albeit hesitating - and starts a conversation with your cousin.

The string looks so strange wrapped around your finger but it was something simple you could focus on. Breathing was painful, and the crowd didn’t seem to be clearing. You didn’t catch the conversation but his face shifted and he reached out for your hand, looking around quickly.

He must have seen something that would help because he weaved you in and out of the crowd towards a corner with a group of people standing in it. You didn’t recognise them, so you could only assume this is where you were going to die.

You were too busy saying your prayers when he pulled you closer to him. “Who’s that?” Asked a boy with bleached blond hair, scrunching up his nose. You were probably hallucinating - and in the  off chance you weren’t, you were asking for more prayers - because the boy with the bleach blond hair looks almost identical to your soulmate.

He looked down at you with contempt, but you didn’t have the energy to care, not as your soulmate pulled you closer away from him. You could just imagine a smirk forming on his lips. Somehow, his presence calmed you just enough that you could focus.

He talked with - who you quickly learned to be - his brother and the rest of his team. Miya Osamu - your soulmate - kept you close by, still looking at you with disinterest. It didn’t take long for your cousins to find you, but even after they did, you didn't leave Osamu’s side.

Motoya pulled you into a hug and talked to you softly, Kiyoomi muttered exactly what you thought he would, “you’re an idiot.” But there was something caring in his tone.

Motoya was explaining to you that they made it to the second round, but you weren’t paying too much attention. Of course they made it to the second round, they always did (well, you weren’t sure of that, this was the first time you’d been here).

Throughout the rest of your visit to Japan you spent more time on your phone to Osamu than you would willingly admit to the boys. Considering he was from Hyogo, and you were staying in Tokyo, it only made it harder. You joked and said it would only prepare you more for the long distance you’d have to do when you returned home. You didn’t miss the sad look in his eyes. So many countless nights spent on the phone, pretending like you didn’t want to be in his arms.

Long distance was harder than you could have imagined; between opposing time zones, schedules, and just general life things, it was hard to find time to talk to Osamu. You made a promise to each other, that if you ever happened to go no-contact (whether by accident or on purpose) that you would find each other eventually.

That was what happened.

With so much work, you were losing sleep, your grades were slipping, everything was stressful. The same for Samu; he was too tired to practise, grades going downhill. You were the most worried when Tsumu stopped teasing his slightly younger brother and started actually caring.

Contact slipped until it just stopped. It wouldn’t be another five years until you’d see Samu again. 

You finally made the decision to move to Japan - specifically Hyogo - you’d claim it was because Kiyoomi lived there, but really it was because you hoped for a chance encounter with Osamu.

Kiyoomi made the decision to introduce you to his team and you were met with one overly excited Miya Atsumu. The boy - although now he was more of a man - recognised you immediately as his brother's soulmate. He stepped away from you briefly, claiming he had an urgent phone call to make and you didn’t question it - you had no reason to after all.

Not until that familiar red string floats into your vision as it had done all the years ago and you turn around to see Osamu standing there, a little out of breath but so happy. You act on instinct, throwing yourself into his arms and promising to not leave his side again.

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Ok ok eeee!!! I'm so excited! Okay, how about a Kanera princess and the frog au?! I was thinking the scene where they turn into frogs (or should it be lothcats?) Aka when she has to kiss him and then the line "how did I get down here, and how did you get all the way up there?" Until they have to fly away on ballons at the party? (Maybe Chopper can be the dog and Hera's just like "My dog just talked?!") Lol I'm so excited cause I know how good you are at AUs, congrats on 111!!😍

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Pairing: Hera Syndulla/Kanan Jarrus

Word Count: TBD, I'm on mobile

Tags/Warnings: G (for green. It's the green, it's the green, it's the green that Kanan needs...)

In the dressing room of her best friend’s bedroom, Hera changed out of her stained brown dress and slipped into the shimmering dark blue dress Omega had provided her with. In the other room, she could hear Omega chattering excitedly about the charming Jedi who’d shown up-- Kanan Jarrus, the apprentice of the deeply respected Depa Billaba. He’d swept Omega off her feet almost immediately, although from what Hera had heard, the young man had quite the reputation for such things.

Hera couldn’t focus on her friend’s words, though. In her mind, she could only replay the moment when she’d heard that she’d been outbid for the ship she was trying to buy. With it, she’d be free, to explore the galaxy by herself, not dependent on anyone.

But tonight, she’d gotten the news from the salesman himself-- they’d handed it off to someone with more money. She could still hear the man’s condescending words echoing in her ears-- a little woman of your… well, species, would have had her hands full trying to run a ship on her own. You’re best where you’re at.

Best where I’m at? Hera thought, frustration boiling through her veins. Working two jobs, sacrificing any semblance of fun or enjoyment just so she could save enough, scrimping and saving and making so many hard choices, and just when she thought she’d had a chance? It was all gone.

She stepped into the main bedroom as Omega was saying, “You know, I was starting to think that wishing on stars was just for babies, and crazy people.” She paused as Hera came into view, and a smile crossed her face. “Well, aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in May?” Taking a silver-and-blue headpiece from the chest of drawers in front of her, she brought it over and placed it on Hera’s head, saying, “Seems like only yesterday we were younger, dreaming our fairy tale dreams-- and tonight, they’re both coming true!”

Hera couldn’t bring herself to correct her friend, and Omega was so excited she didn’t even notice Hera’s silent demeanor. It was only seconds later that she swept back out into the party, leaving Hera alone in her room.

Reaching into the pocket of her stained dress, she pulled out the flimsi advertisement for a VCX-100 ship she’d found when she was little. Her mother had always encouraged her in this dream-- her father was a little more skeptical. Still, the memory of Eleni Syndulla holding her close as she excitedly talked about the ship she’d own one day was enough to make tears prickle in Hera’s eyes.

Moving out onto the balcony, she stared out at the Rylothian landscape, determined not to cry. But she’d been so close. So kriffing close, and she’d lost it all again. It was hard to imagine attempting this again, after how hard she’d work the first time-- and now she had to start over?

Releasing a shaky sigh, Hera blinked away her tears and lifted her gaze up to the sky. Her eyes landed on one of the stars-- the brightest one, that her mother had always told her and Omega stories about when they were little. A star you could make a wish upon, and it would always come true.

It was just a story for children. But in her current emotional state, Hera was about ready to believe anything.

Her gaze darted around the balcony. Finding it empty, Hera muttered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” All the same, she lifted her gaze to the star and internally made her wish. Please. Please.

She closed her eyes for just a moment, then opened them, knowing nothing had changed. Wishes only came true in stories. Hard work was the only thing that would ever get her anywhere.

As it turned out, something actually had changed. Hera’s gaze drifted to the left, and her eyes went wide at the sight of a frog perched there. She wasn’t exactly a fan of frogs, if she was being honest, although she had nothing personal against them.

Remembering one of the other stories her mother had told her and Omega, a small smile tugged at Hera’s lips. “So what now?” she said, directing the comment at the frog. “I suppose you want a kiss?”

“I’m not about to say no to it,” the frog said with a smirk.

Hera wasn’t exactly proud of how she reacted next. But coming face to face with a frog that sounded like a grown man who thought he was more charming than he actually was? That was too much for her. Letting out the closest sound to a scream she’d made in years, she stumbled backwards and crashed into a shelf full of Omega’s things.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” the frog said, hastily hopping towards her. “I didn’t mean to startle you--”

He cut himself off with a yelp as he leapt to avoid a book from Omega’s shelf. And then a holodisk. The tooka doll Hera threw actually hit him, although it didn’t make much of a difference. Leaning his forearms on it, he remarked, “You’ve got a strong arm, Princess.”

Hera responded by grabbing the vibroblade Omega’s brothers had given her, and the frog’s eyes widened. “Please don’t--”

He dove out of the way just in time as the knife embedded itself point first in the wooden floor, and jumped up on top of the chest of drawers. “Okay, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kanan Jarrus, Jedi--”

Hera slammed a cup she’d found over him, neatly trapping him. “--Knight,” he finished. “What the kriff?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hera snapped. “How would you like me to react to a talking frog??” And then his words caught up with her. “Wait. Jedi Knight? If you’re the Jedi Knight, who’s that down there charming Omega?” she demanded, releasing the cup without thinking.

Kanan immediately shoved the cup off of him with a grunt, letting it roll free. “How would I know?” he pointed out. “All I know is one minute, I’m a dashing Jedi Knight, handsome, excellent dancer, I might add--” Hera rolled her eyes extensively-- “and then I’m stuck with these.” He thrust one webbed foot in her direction, wobbling towards her dangerously, and Hera grabbed a book nearby in defense.

“Wait!” Kanan all but shouted, his eyes going wide. “Wait, wait-- I know that story! The one with the frog who used to be a prince-- what’s it called…?”

“‘The Frog Prince’?” Hera deadpanned.

“Exactly!” Kanan waved for her to hand over the book, almost toppling over under the weight. He managed to get it settled against the mirror, and flipped it open. “I used to hear this story all the time in the Creche. This-- this is it! This is the solution!” Turning towards Hera, he said, “You-- must kiss me.”

“Excuse me??”

Moving to his feet, Kanan directed her a charming grin that probably worked on most women when they were not incredibly irritated by him, and he was also not a frog. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it. All women do.”

“That’s revolting,” Hera told him flatly.

“I doubt you’ll be saying that soon,” Kanan said, his grin widening as he leaned forward-- and then the sac under expanded out, and Hera jerked back in alarm. “That’s new,” he assured her.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Hera said, which was only mostly a lie, “I wish I could help you. But I don’t kiss frogs, and I certainly won’t kiss you.”

“Wha-- you literally asked me back on the balcony!” Kanan protested, the alarm on his face growing.

“It was sarcasm!” Hera snapped. “And I certainly didn’t expect you to answer. There’s absolutely no way I’m kissing you.”

“Come on-- look, not only am I incredibly good-looking, but I’m with the Jedi Order,” Kanan pointed out. “I can make sure you’re rewarded handsomely for this. Surely there’s gotta be something you want, some wish we could grant?”

Despite herself, Hera’s eyes flicked to the flimsi poster for the VCX-100 that had gone flying across the room in the kerfuffle. But this was stupid. It was just a ship, she didn’t need it that badly.

Yet even as she thought the words, she knew it wasn’t true. It was more than a ship for her, it was freedom. It was a dream she’d had for as long as she could remember. And if there was a way to attain it…

“Just one kiss?” she asked, wavering.

“Unless you beg for more,” Kanan said, smirking.

That decided it. If it was only to get rid of this pain in the neck, Hera would do it. “Deal,” she said, nodding.

The frog instantly puckered his lips, closing his eyes, and Hera reeled backwards. It was just… gross. The idea of pressing her lips against those of a decidedly slimy looking--

She pushed that thought out of her mind, replaced it with the image of the VCX she’d own after this, and lunged forward to kiss the frog.

The moment her lips met his, greenish light flashed over them, and Hera felt it engulf her. Everything went black.

She didn’t know how long later her eyes slid open, but when they did, she was enveloped with some kind of blue fabric. Shoving it off of her, she looked up and saw a wide-eyed Kanan staring down at her. Except he was still a frog.

“.......kriff,” he whispered.

Uncomprehending, Hera blinked hard. “You look remarkably like a frog. Still. Aren’t you supposed to be handsome? But why are you up there? And what am I doing down here, with all this--”

She glanced down at the pool of fabric, seeing the green of her skin against it. But there was something different about it. Something off with the texture and the feeling of it.

Also, she was missing a finger.

Hera jerked to the side and caught sight of herself in a mirror. The face of a frog stared back, and she let out an undignified shriek. “What--” With a leap that was entirely instinct, she flew to the top of the dresser and crashed into Kanan, bowling him over. “What did you do to me?” she demanded, staggering to her feet.

“Easy-- don’t panic,” Kanan attempted to calm her. “It’s not so bad.”

“YOU TURNED ME INTO A FROG! WHAT PART OF THAT ISN’T BAD? I’M COVERED IN SLIME!”

Catching hold of her hand, Kanan said soothingly, “No, no-- it’s not slime. You’re secreting mucus.”

That was the last straw for Hera. She narrowed her eyes in a death glare at Kanan, and his eyes went wide just as she tackled him across the room. They crashed into a cushioned stool, bouncing up, slamming against a shelf, then down again and landing on a precariously balanced sniper rifle of Omega’s. Before Hera could act on the many threats she had boiling in her head, a book toppled off the shelf and landed on one end of the rifle, catapulting both her and Kanan out of the room, over the balcony and into the party below.

They plummeted towards the band below, landing on the drums. The drummer, a big male Togruta, instantly went after them with his drumsticks as they both dove away from him and attempted to make a break for it.

Hera heard the other band members start a faster song to match the renewed tempo as she and Kanan went flying through the air and landed on the nearest person. Unfortunately, it happened to be Omega. And it was less landing then falling down the back of her dress.

She started hopping around frantically with yelps of shock. As they were jolted around, Kanan remarked, “You know, for a costume ball, you’d think they’d be a little more welcoming!”

“This is not the time for jokes,” Hera snarled.

As Omega toppled over, the two of them managed to escape out of her voluminous hoop skirt, just in time to hear Hunter, Omega’s father figure/brother, shout, “CHOPPER! GET THE FROGS!”

Karabast. Hera caught sight of Chopper-- the tame vornskr that Hera had befriended-- jerk his head up, then bolt towards them. Next to her, Kanan grabbed her hand. “Run!”

As he leapt from the skirt to the nearby buffet table, flying past the shocked Kanan-lookalike, Hera snapped, “I can’t run, I’m a frog, thanks to you!”

“Then hop!” They landed on the buffet table, Hera almost slipping off the edge. Kanan hauled her up quickly and the two of them started hopping frantically down the table as Chopper came flying after them, scrabbling at the tablecloth. “Down!” Kanan shouted. “Down, you kriffing monster dog!”

Chopper did not listen, partially because he was not a dog, and partially because he was Chopper. Kanan and Hera kept going-- straight towards a pair of guests. One of them brandished a fake sword that looked a little too sharp, and swung at them viciously. At the exact same time, the man next to him, wearing a boga hat, ducked, and the sword severed the top of the hat. The hat dropped on top of Kanan and Hera, effectively covering their vision.

The next few minutes were a haze of chaos-- shouting and yelling and a lot of running. Finally, the boga hat came off of them, and both Kanan and Hera went flying forward, tangling in the strings of a bundle of balloons.

Hera frantically tried to disentangle herself as she spotted Chopper still charging towards them. “Wait! Chopper!” she shouted.

Kanan had other ideas. Grabbing the string of balloons, he jerked them free. “Going up!”

As the balloons zipped up into the air, Chopper lunged for them, and Hera shouted, “Chopper, it’s me, Hera!”

“Hera?” the vornskr gasped.

Before Hera could react to that, Chopper plummeted back to the ground, and they continued upwards.

“Chopper just talked,” Hera managed as Kanan grabbed her by the hand, pulling her up so she could grab onto some of the balloons. “The vornskr talked.”

His voice irritated, Kanan said, “You know, if you’re going to let every little thing bother you, this is going to be an even longer night!”

As they flew away from the party, Hera shot Kanan an unseen glare. The sooner she got away from this pain in the neck, the better. She had a bad feeling that wasn’t going to go as well as she hoped, though.

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Still With You ♡ BTS Headcanon

Pairing: none

Genre: angst, SADDDDDDD

Summary: A commentary-like scenario on BTS' last VLIVE as a band, narrated by Jeon Jungkook. Alternatively, a different connotation to the song Still With You.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: this is a disbandment scenario, BTS makes their last LIVE for ARMY, SAD OVERLOAD

A/N: This is part of the BCC Summer Games, the POV Challenge. Honestly, it's just 100% sadness I'm sorry, come scream at me all you want.

The light on the camera flickers a few times in a row before settling on a very dim red tone that hovers over the monitor once and for all.

dul.set.

Annyeonghaseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan imnida.

I can hear the members’ voices calling out for what is the uptenth time in our lives together. No one really knows what to say, it’s the first time we come on here without something clear inside our minds to talk into the camera. My thoughts are filled with memories of laughter, of trips around the world, of tears too. But most importantly, of the warmth inside my heart every time I heard our names being called by thousands of people every night, the love that filled me up just the right amount into living one more day in such a hectic life.

Please call my name one more time.

The echo seemed to swallow all of our voices. It’s been years since we’ve been together like this. Things have changed, some memories I’m sure have already faded, and I’m painfully reminded of the days where we were just seven kids and what had seemed like a massive unattainable dream.

Things seem to move ever so slowly around me, people have said time and time again I tend to get lost in my own little world, perhaps they were never aware that it is not my world I contemplate, but ours. I seem to disappear from the bigger picture, I feel an emptiness consume me as I just stand frozen under the camera lights. I could never understand why it was that when we were all together everything seemed to have to go as planned.

I shouldn’t get used to it. But I’m used to it again as we are once again together.

I can clearly feel a lump in my throat, trying to fake a smile, ignoring the fact that I knew exactly where I was. My mind decides to settle on the low-pitch sound of the air conditioner.

If I don’t have it, I might just fall apart.

We’ve all been told to not let ourselves get lost in the moment and I had agreed without a doubt, thinking foolishly that I could do it, because this was the only way we could ever begin to repay everything that ARMY has done for us for so many years now. I can barely see the numbers skyrocketing as the views reach a few thousands at a time, my heart aches knowing there’s ARMY out there watching this live with tears in their eyes.

We’ve laughed together, we’ve cried together and for a while these simple feelings were all that I had.

No one can bring themselves to say anything. And really, how could we?

This goes out to all the fans that have been there since that fateful 13th of June in 2013, to the ones that have been joining the family and my heart as years went by, the ones that have stayed until the end of the line, until today.

Rapmon-hyung traces his eyes to the floor, I can clearly see his hands shake at the same time as the silence surrounding us becomes a little too overwhelming to handle. How could we even begin to thank the thousands of people that made our dreams come true? How could we possibly gather enough courage to say our last goodbye, knowing there would be nothing left when the mist clears out and we’re bound to find ourselves dancing alone again?

The AC keeps humming a song without beat as my mind keeps repeating the mantra: This is over now.

I look to my right to find Hobi-hyung staring back at me, and although he’s smiling, I’ve known him for enough time to know he’s just hiding his tears the best way that he possibly could. I guess deep down, as time went by, I knew this moment would come, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever see ARMY again as Seokjin-hyung looks up from his spot on the floor, and I can see the way his gaze trembles uncertainty over the rest of the members and even myself as tears keep threatening to fall “So..” he tries to mask his voice breaking clearing his throat “Here we are again, where it all began”

“Yes” Jiminssi lets out a dry laugh at that, taking a theatrical look around the small place that used to be our practice room back when we began, the place a little somehow surviving the pass of the years, unlike us “Here’s where Hobi-hyung used to make us stay just a little bit longer to make sure we got the moves right on beat. So that there would be no doubt about the potential we had, even if we didn’t believe it.”

“Ahh… the times where we would fight over the bunk beds at night” Namjoon laughs too, trying to divert the sadness that I’m sure we were all feeling when we were brought back to our first moments together.

“Everything has changed” Yoonngi-hyung muttered quietly from his spot on the end of the sofa that was placed impromptu for the special ocassion.

“But still, everything’s still the same” Taehyung finishes the sentence that was left hanging.

“Well you know what, you’re right. I still have to nag you to eat properly” Seokjin jokes in a futile attempt to lighten up the mood.

“And Namjoon-hyung still doesn’t know how to hold a knife properly”

“Maybe we should stop joking around and get to the point” Namjoon-hyung suggested, bringing me back from the happy place I had diverted to, down memory lane. He had mentioned before that it was best to go straight to the point. Rip it off like a bandaid. If that was how he really thought about it, then why was he still shaking on his seat?

“This is the final wrap up”

“This has been all”

“No more bangtan bombs”

“No more festa”

“This is one last memory of us”

“This is our last thank you note”

“Because we owe you that and so much more”

“For everything. The Grammys, the awards, the many weeks on top of Billboard” Suga-hyung lists with that signature gummy smile of his even though his tone still drips with sadness.

When his voice seems to quiet down as he looks to his feet once again, Namjoon-hyung decides to take over, ever the trustworthy leader, “The laughs and the amazing moments we shared together”

“You guys made our lives a thousand times better” and I know for a fact Seokjin-hyung speaks from his heart at last, after years of keeping to himself, he finally utters the words he was once so scared to even dictate to himself.

“And you’ve been by our sides until now, until the end” Jiminssi and Tehyung are both trying to support one another as they let their words flow out, in the synchronised way that only they know how to do and the fans always seemed to love watching through the screen.

“This has been BTS”

I can still feel the hot tears pricking my eyes, and it wouldn’t be the first time my words get caught up in my throat from so many emotions all together, but at last I feel the need to remind everyone watching of our love “We will always love you ARMY” I can feel Jimin’s hand subtly placed on my arm in reassurance, as everyone’s eyes fly to myself trying to hiccup the tears away just this once“You’re the best fans we could’ve possibly asked for”

“This might be the last time you see us like this,” Hoseok-hyung says. The time is running out and we know it, I can see the comments flowing a few thousands per second, tearful emojis filling up the live chat and it only seems to sink my heart lower “But we will continue to be with you in your hearts, that’s a promise”

If I see you again

I will look into your eyes

And say, "I missed you"

“Bang bang”

“TAN” we all whispered one last time before I notice the staff taking down the lines and it makes me wonder if it would seem just as heart-wrenching as I feel at the moment, having our ARMY get one last look at our bulletproof friendship as we all get up from our places to hug each other. tightly.

If only for the next few hours we would still get to be Bangtan Sonyeondan.