we need to bring squick back. the kids are mistaking their personal squicks for sociopolitical activism and making it everybody’s problem. I had no issues with this when I was 13 so it’s not an age thing.
Squick: something that personally disgusts you. It may be a kink, a trope, a ship, etc.
NOTP: the opposite of an OTP. It’s the ship you absolutely do not want to see anywhere. May squick you out.
BroTP: you ‘ship it’ platonically (as opposed to sexually or romantically).
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thinking about this look and his giddy little “mmhmm!” we talk about how whipped ed is a lot but my man stede is in LOVE love. butterflies and everything.
please don’t assume writers who don’t reply to fic comments are “full of themselves” 🙃they are probably just overwhelmed with the life they lead outside of fandom and already feeling guilty about it.
the first time rei overhears one of the daycare moms sighing to another “I wish my husband still looked at me the way kazuki looks at rei” and his entire world shifts on its axis
what if sk8 s2 starts with a blaring alarm on a nightstand before a hand whacks it to shut it off and the hand is connected to sleepy grumpy kaoru who sniffs and mumbles “I dunno. shut up” when a shirtless unmoving mass beside him with with crazy green curls asks what time it is.
kazuki and rei already canonically share clothes, have patched up each other’s injuries, meaning they know each other’s distinct scents so intimately…why is this all hitting me so hard right now oh my god
for obvious reasons, a psa: PLEASE always feel free to comment on my fic in whatever language you feel most comfortable speaking!! I will figure that shit out!!
langa: so what’s it like being married to cherry?
kojiro: one time I asked him to bring me some water when he was mad at me.
kojiro: he brought me a glass full of ice and said, “wait.”
kaoru facetimes kojiro in florence with a face mask & headband on, scowling when kojiro takes one look at him, gives a watery laugh.
“grow up,” kaoru snaps, rolling his eyes.
“no, it’s n—” kojiro sighs, shaking his head with a small smile. he looks so tired. “I just miss you.”
matchablossom getting mistaken as a couple and being annoyed/embarrassed/resistant is fine but what about matchablossom thinking it’s hilarious and immediately going for the oscar every single time it happens instead
I bet kaoru is a big fan of just laying on top of kojiro. not to be sexy. kojiro is just big and squishy when relaxed and comfortable. likes to hum under his breath when he’s holding kaoru, and the man does love a good lullaby. 11/10 naps
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HUH ao3 lets you filter out anything you don't like??? that's the whole reason that tags exist!? the entitlement and delusion....these people do not deserve free fan content I swear to god
I bet part of the reason kaoru started to fall for ainosuke was because of his fawning compliments. the easy, casual way he would say things like “hi, beautiful” or “god, you’re brilliant” or “kaoru, stunning as always” or “see you in my dreams tonight, gorgeous.”
kojiro pressing his forehead against kaoru’s warm, limp hand as the monitors beep and kaoru’s chest rises and falls deeply, hair a matted rose tangle against the hospital pillow.
weakly protesting “but I’m his—uh, his friend” when a nurse informs him visiting hours are over.
I am continuously ASTOUNDED by the level of talent in the sk8 fandom. I feel so blessed that such amazingly gifted people are this generous with their creativity
and then it is NEVER MENTIONED. they act exactly the same. maybe in *one* scene we catch a 1.8 second glimpse of kojiro’s wedding ring on a chain around his neck while he’s skating. kaoru calls him “babe” but it’s delivered with utter contempt. the other characters have no clue.
the fifth time he notices kaoru brushing his hair away from his face in distracted irritation, kojiro acts on impulse. he slips back into the kitchen to wash his hands before coming out to circle the bar and stand behind him, tugging the ponytail holder free.
fellas is it gay to lose your normally ice cold composure and call out for your boss/dom/lover so passionately that your snapback flies clean off your head
nothing just kojiro hearing kaoru tiredly telling the children “go ask your father” from the other room and looking up from his phone in resignation as small footsteps obediently thunder toward him
kaoru doesn't typically make a sound when he bails, not like kojiro's loud grunts and dramatic wails as the ground rushes up to meet him. he has no way of knowing when kaoru's foot hits the deck at a weird angle and sends him flailing backwards, too far to hear his quiet gasp.
fic writers who make loopy medicated kaoru all clingy and sappy when he sees kojiro in his hospital room: congratulations on having the biggest minds in the galaxy
kojiro in his underwear lying on his stomach doing something on his phone, grunting in surprise when he suddenly feels powerful hands gripping his asscheeks, fondling and squeezing them, then teeth sinking into soft flesh.
“having fun back there?”
“mmhmm,” kaoru moans.
kojiro’s figured it out. the best way to win an argument with kaoru. it comes to him like a thunderclap, one day when they’re going back and forth after hours at the restaurant, kaoru’s golden eyes slitted in annoyance, disdain dripping from his lips. kojiro is tired, and fed up.
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he wanted kids 😩 he had to continue the airbender line or risk disappointing his dad 🥺 she didn’t want kids 😭 I think that break up fucked them up in different ways that we still saw the effects of long afterwards...I honestly love it, it’s so real and tragic!
oh no oh NO the holiday au in which workaholic unable-to-cry kaoru goes to a remote english village for christmas & meets the brother of the person he's renting the house from - kojiro, a widower and father to two girls who cries easily and falls in love with kaoru too fast
opening your phone’s web browser in the cold light of day and finding yourself right back in the middle of the raunchy smut scene you were reading last night
the kids quickly learn not to go to cherry for romantic advice because no matter what the issue actually is cherry's only guidance is "break up with them"
when kaoru comes back into the living room with their drink refills, he cocks an amused eyebrow at the candles burning, the hastily-shoved aside wrapping paper, the soft music playing.
“what’s that face?” he asks, handing kojiro his drink as he resettles on the couch, folding
after tadaai get together tadashi’s demeanor doesn’t really change—still quiet, unobtrusive—but in private, he does get bolder and more physically demonstrative which makes ainosuke melt every single time
rei watching kazuki closely after that, trying to see if there’s some special way kazuki looks at him, but no — it’s the same way he always has. what did they mean by that?
“what’s up with you?” kazuki asks, looking up from where he’d been helping miri cut up her vegetables.
he watches kaoru’s smile shift into something gentler, more fragile, when ainosuke is beside him, touching him, and swallows something bitter. he doesn’t understand what he lacks that ainosuke seems to possess, but no point in obsessing about it. it’s too embarrassing, too sad.
y’all there are plenty of matchablossom stans who love ainosuke and can generally hold more than one nuanced thought at once. just gotta do some digging but we’re here.
kojiro probably watched this first in shock, then bemusement, and then regret—it wasn’t like he was unaware that kaoru was beautiful, but whenever he’d awkwardly tried to say as much, kaoru would punch or headbutt him, or just roll his eyes and disregard it as a joke.
help I just thought about kojiro taking one look at kaoru coming down the aisle and desperately trying to bite his trembling lips into his mouth but to no avail, once the tears start they don't stop. kaoru, meanwhile, can't stop giggling, totally euphoric and overwhelmed
kaoru keeps calling kojiro “sweetie (disparagingly)” until it becomes as much of as habit as “gorilla” but it really lacks that same bite when kaoru sighs “thanks, sweetie” when kojiro hands him a glass of wine after a long day or “yes, sweetie?” when he answers the phone
it’s a photo, and an embarrassing one, considering rei is biting into a slice, eyes half-lidded, mid blink. and there’s kazuki, one cheek propped on his palm, elbow resting on a napkin, watching rei eat with shining adoration in his eyes, his smile soft, on the verge of laugh.
kojiro getting sick and being genuinely out of it, not even able to crack his usual jokes or rile kaoru up for the fun of it. kaoru canceling everything to stay home and take care of him, having carla read out instructions for soup as he cooks, measuring out his meds, running
now that I’m thinking about it, do y’all really EXPECT replies to comments you make on fics?? to me a comment is like the end of a transaction. you wrote a whole damn fic, I wrote a comment. anything extra is a bonus, not owed…
he figured that his best friend just wasn’t the type who liked receiving compliments, but ainosuke easily disproves his theory. kojiro silently takes pointers from him, tries out some of his smooth lines on the girls who’ve started paying giggling when he walks by. it works.
I want to know more about kaoru's family. and what he studied in college. and his full background with ainosuke. and what his home looks like. and when we started working on carla. and who taught him how to skateboard. and when he decided to take out his piercings. and what he li
teenage kaoru was so prickly and quick to violence if he felt disrespected—a necessity, he felt, looking the way he did, so no one would underestimate him—but ainosuke’s flattery didn’t feel insulting or sarcastic, and the sincerity in his eyes left him flustered every time.
matchablossom coparenting dynamic is natural early riser kojiro waking the kids, starting breakfast and grumpy riser kaoru coming around to whip the sheets off of still-dozing bodies snapping at them to GET UP I KNOW YOU HEARD YOUR FATHER if they’re taking too long to listen
“what?” rei startles, heat climbing into his face as he realizes he’d completely zoned out for the past five minutes. he shoves some food into his mouth, hyper aware of kazuki’s curious little smile.
“you seem a little out of it.”
rei shrugs, dismissive, and kazuki drops it.
rei can’t think of a way to *ask* in a way that isn’t horrifically awkward so he tucks it away for the most part, unwilling to disturb the peaceful equilibrium they’ve found as a small family, the kind he’s never had.
he doesn’t need to know everything kazuki is thinking
about a month after kaoru and kojiro finally pull their heads out of their asses and confess that they've been in love with each other for years, kojiro finds out he's been awarded a three week travel grant from the most prestigious culinary society in japan.
kazuki’s discomfort is palpable, & he smothers it as he normally does, by getting loud & melodramatic.
“and WHO taught you how to open papa rei’s phone?” he barks, reaching across the table as if to attack her with tickles, which makes her squeal in delight.
“I taught mySELF!”
congratulations to everyone who doesn’t ship mb or had a short phase and moved past it because I just feel more insane about them every day. I want to DEVOUR their love and then LICK THE PLATE and then EAT THE PLATE