My House (Another Yakko x Reader)

Poor Yakko...

Yakko's POV:

"We're not going after her?!" I shouted.

Dot gave me a questioning look, "Of course not. This is her problem."

"I though you guys cared about her!" I started crying.

"Duh. But she should be able to deal with her own family problems." Wakko replied.

"I agree, but we can't let her do it alone!" I retorted.

Dot came to my side and hugged my waist, "It'll be okay, don't worry. She can fix her own problems. She has to."

"No! She's in trouble! Did you see the way that her mom grabbed her arm?!" I yelled.

"Yakko, calm down. She can manage it. I know how she is with this kind of stuff." Dot hushed.

"No way! I'm going!" I started storming off, only to be held back by Dot.

"If you like her-" she paused, "then you'll have to trust her."

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back tears, "I-... I love her too much to let her go. I can't let her leave!"

"Yakko, listen. Sometimes you have to take chances for the better of others, and often times that puts you in a bad emotional state. Y/N is going to be okay... I know she will."

"D-dot..."

She hugged my waist tighter, "Also Yakko, you overreact way to much. You need to go see a p-sychatrist."

I chuckled a bit, "Thanks. But how do you know that she will be okay?"

"Oh she was telling me the other day that she is a master black belt in karate."

"Amazing." I stated.

~~~~Time skip brought to you by your amazing karate skills~~~~

It's only been about half an hour since Y/N was dragged out of the tower, yet I still can't get her out of my head.

I have been sitting at the dinning room table with a silver sharpie. Rolling it back and forth with my fingers. At one point, I got so upset that I started writing her name all over my left arm.

"Yakko. It's time for dinner." Wakko interrupted my thoughts.

"I don't want anything."

"Are you sure? We still have some left overs that Y/N made us."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Oh you know. Spaghetti, pizza, some of those pastries that I can't pronounce the name of, blueberry muffins, pancakes, fried chicken-"

"It sounds like you're just trying to make me feel worse." I retorted. Y/N could really make anything if she put her mind to it.

"Sorry."

"I told you I'm not hungry." I replied.

"But Y/N would want you to finish up all of the food she made for you." He whimpered.

I gave him 'the look'.

"Fine."

"Yay dinner!"

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Sorry about the way it looks, I had to resort to writing on the computer because I left my phone at my friend's house earlier today. I'll make sure to write it on my phone next time. Bai for now! :3