#'i didnt answer them because i didnt want to draw attention to you' while reblogging my post to show 2 the masses

[arachnerd-8-legs]

wait you can just answer off anon asks privately, this makes bunjys response even worse/funnier

[unicyclehippo]

I'd love to see 31 in that prompt list you just reblogged with beaujester!

oh i bet u would What A Surprise

31. “Can I kiss you?”

//

she’s been thinking about it for a long time. since it happened, really, and constantly for a while after that. and then, at some point she can’t quite place...she had thought less and less about fjord kissing her.

saving her life?

saving her life via kiss.

the thought had come back in a big way for reasons she’s not ready to think about yet so here she is—standing with burning cheeks and trembling hands in fjord’s room, waiting for his answer.

he was clearly polishing his sword—not a euphemism, though now that she thinks about it she giggles. the laugh takes on a hysterical note and that’s what gets fjord up on his feet, breaking out of the stunned fish look. with a flick of his wrist, the new sword is gone and he crosses the room in a few long strides. hesitates for a second before settling his hands on her shoulders.

‘hey,’ he says, so gently, so kind, in the way he always is when it is just the two of them, ‘what’s wrong?’

she shakes her head. ‘nothing. just—you can say no, if you want, i just thought—‘

‘jester,’ why does he sound sorry? pitying? is she pitiful for asking? his hands are calloused, warm, as he lifts them to her cheeks. ‘you have to give me a second to catch up. you want—‘ he flushed a little. ‘you want me to kiss you?’

‘i—‘ she leans forward until her forehead knocks against his sternum. enjoys the way his arms settle around her shoulders, hug her. there’s something not quite right about it, he’s being too careful about it like he’s not sure he’s doing it right, or that he should be, and it makes jester itch all over. is it too much to ask that she can be held? hugged? kissed? why does it never feel right? ‘you saved me,’ she says. it’s easier when she can’t see his face. ‘you kissed me.’

‘i—yeah. i did.’

‘were you just saving my life? or were you kissing me?’

she can almost hear his heart, beating away steadily beneath new muscles. maybe that’s why it feels wrong. she knew him, met him, when he was slimmer, less muscular, and she wonders if that’s why it doesn’t feel quite right. if it’s something she has to get used to again.

‘i was saving you,’ fjord says. ‘i couldn’t let you drown. you—we’ve been a team from the start, jes, i couldn’t.’

jester nods.

fjord’s hold lightens a little as though he expects her to leave. when she doesn’t, he hugs her a little tighter and that feels better. more comfortable. she shifts so her cheek is pillowed on his shoulder and sighs.

‘i think...i knew that.’

‘are you upset?’ he asks quietly.

‘a little, maybe.’

‘okay. can i...do something?’

‘answer a question?’

fjord’s hold tightens a moment, then relaxes. ‘yeah. anything,’ he says, and he sounds like he means it. really means it. it can be hard to tell with fjord but even as jester thinks that, she realises that she trusts him with the deep, unshakeable faith she allows for very few people.

‘do you want to kiss me? do you want—‘

‘do i want you?’ fjord asks. she knows what the wildmother sees in him; the warm, the gentleness of the waves on the beach. the sting of salt in a wound. ‘not like that. i love you, jester, i—i hope you know that, i hope i’ve done well enough to show that. but no. i’m sorry.’

she has a lot of questions but mostly they boil down to: do you want someone else? or do you just not want me? but she hasn’t the energy to ask it, hasn’t the fortitude now to hear the answer. it isn’t that she’s upset that fjord doesn’t want her—which is new and novel of a thought, because she was sure, sure that she loved fjord in those big grand romantic ways and to feel very little more than disappointment is...confusing. she’s just tired. tired of not being wanted.

‘okay,’ she says, and hugs him tighter.

‘okay?’

‘yeah. okay.’

it takes a little while but eventually the tension runs out of fjord like a tide, pulling away bit by bit until it reveals the covered shore and she thinks despite the faint hurt and disappointment she might be happy with what she has found in its place. happy with the fjord that hugs her tight and presses a kiss to her hairline, gentle and full of a love jester thinks she’ll always need.

eventually, she steps back. wipes at her cheeks where a few tears have spilled over. fjord offers her a handkerchief—‘such a gentleman,’ she teases, and accepts it.

‘you want...tea? or a nap? or...’

jester smiles, not quite her typical brilliant smile but a good one nonetheless. ‘no, it’s okay. i’m gonna...i’m gonna go read under the tree or something. draw something for the traveller.’

‘okay.’ fjord opens the door for her, walks her out to the landing. he starts down, toward the kitchen, before stopping a few steps lower than her. ‘jes?’

‘mhm?’

‘what—made you come to me? and ask?’

can i kiss you? jester remembers saying to him, almost frantic with the request. it had felt like life or death in that moment, like she was chasing after something vital, something she needed.

jester’s eyes slide down past him, down to the room where she had been before. the training room, packed down hard with sand, and the training dummies. where she had been watching beau fight with potent focus, where she had sat beside her friend, and where they had somehow been drawn closer and closer on the bench as they spoke and plotted how to prank nott or maybe caduceus, he’s a solid good sort, in an effort to get yasha to laugh—or maybe smile, jessie, beau had said, with an awkward tilt of her head, seeing as laughter might be like a second step or something. break the proverbial emotional ice with some light smiles first. the smile beau had offered up was small and sweet and ripe with mischief as she talked about what a really bad fucking idea it’d be to prank caleb, and jester hadn’t been able to look away. how had she not noticed—

‘jes? did something happen?’

jester’s attention darts back to fjord, looking like he’s about to climb back up to her.

‘nothing bad,’ she tells him. ‘i don’t think.’

‘do you wanna talk about it?’ he offers, scratching at the back of his neck. ‘i don’t know if i’m the right person for it but—‘

‘would you be upset if i asked someone else?’

fjord’s expression shifts quickly—the concern washed away by surprise, and then a momentary dark glimpse of something she can’t place, so quick that jester thinks it hardly belonged to him at all. finally, calm settles and she can see nothing but curiosity glinting in dark eyes, like light off capped waves. he smiles a crooked smile, the tip of a tusk peeking above his lip.

‘someone got you in a tizzy,’ he deduces. ‘and you came to me.’

guilt hits her like a tidal wave and jester grips onto the bannister, pulls her bottom lip into her mouth to worry at it.

‘i—yes, but i didnt know, i didn’t realise—i wasn’t using you, fjord, i wasn’t—‘

‘jester,’ he cuts her off, ‘i know.’ he loves her too. she can see it. the deep affection, the adoration, has never been more obvious. ‘i don’t think you’re capable of that. nah, that’s not true. you could do anything you wanted. but i reckon you’d never do it.’ he appraises her silently, then adds, ‘i’m here for you. whatever happens.’

jester smiles, this one trembling. ‘thanks,’ she says, a little choked.

//

she gets a peaceful half hour or so in the garden before someone raps on the door, presses it slowly open. she’s only a little surprised to find that it is beau peeking into the space, blue eyes lighting up when she spies jester seated by the traveller’s shrine cad had made for her.

‘hey. missed you at dinner. fjord told us you were up here, didn’t want to be disturbed.’ she steps in cautiously, ready to leave the instant jester asks her to. ‘i brought up something—just some stew, it’s weirdly good, cad’s a great cook. and,’ with a flourish she produces something that looks like a blueberry but is the size of an eyeball. ‘xhorhassian sweet. it’s a berry, i think.’ she looks at it a little nervously, before shrugging. ‘i’d offer to try it first, but i’m immune to poison and shit like that. i can make nott eat one first, if you want.’

jester laughs. ‘i’ll risk it,’ she says, and beckons beau over. it only occurs to her when beau is approaching that maybe it isn’t a good idea when everything is so close to the surface of her thoughts. but beau is already sitting and handing her the bowl. she lays down next to jester, easy and relaxed, folds her hands behind her head and stretches her legs out long, sighs happily.

‘i love these lights,’ she admits. ‘they’re beautiful. and not just because everyone else around here can’t figure out what the fuck we were on when we grew a tree outta the top of the house.’

jester grins. ‘yeah.’ she glances down, eyes flicking over the play of the light over beau, over her oddly serene face, over her lovely brown skin, the shining flicks of brocade to her new uniform. ‘beautiful.’

beau tenses.

jester lifts her eyes to see her friend watching her intently, but though the tension doesn’t ease, beau says nothing.

jester eats. pretends to doodle in her journal, trying to decipher the warmth in her gut at feeling beau beside her, the warmth of her skin, the slow even breathing, the occasional odd murmur as she shifts, pulls an annoying pebble out from under her back.

‘can i kiss you?’ jester blurts out after she has finished her dinner and set it aside.

beau’s knee jerks in her surprise and then her abs are bunching and she’s sitting bolt upright. she opens and closes her mouth a few times and then says simply, ‘yeah.’

‘yeah?’

‘if that’s what you want.’

jester frowns. ‘what do you want?’

beau looks like she doesn’t know what to say again. her shoulders press back—less of a shrug than a nervous shift. ‘i want...you to be happy.’

‘beau.’

‘i’m serious. i’d—do a lot to make you happy, jes.’

jester ducks her head, unsure of what exactly she’s feeling. happy that she got a yes, but everything else beau says makes her wary of taking it. it isn’t quite appeasement, but...

‘i’m not good at talking,’ beau says. shifts not closer but so she’s turned toward jester. ‘i’m—not great with wanting things. i’m kinda...a selfish asshole.’

‘beau, that is not true,’

‘i mean, it kinda is though.’ beau puts her hand over jester’s mouth so she can’t disagree. it’s silly but all jester can think is that even this small contact is right, is good, is terrifying but in this weird, nice, bigger-than-nice, fizzing, and did she mention terrifying kind of way. ‘hold on, i’m trying,’ she continues, and jester forces herself to settle. beau kinda looks like she’s going to puke, or maybe panic. ‘i’m—fuck, okay, i guess we’re doing this—i’m into you, jes. in a big way. and i’m okay with having that in, in whatever way you want. i’ll be your best friend, your roommate, your—protector,’ she says in an oddly stilted, awkward way jester realises is shy. it makes jester want to scream all of a sudden because she doesnt know what this is, where all of this is coming from, how she didn’t know that beau could be like this, be so endearing and warm and noble. she wants to scream because it feels like too much and too little all at once—beau is right there but it feels like she’s too far away, like there is this great yawning chasm between them and jester doesn’t know how to close it, how to cross it.

jester reaches up, slowly, and peels beau’s hand from over her mouth. turns so they’re seated alike, cross legged, knees to knees.

beau looks like she’d rather be anywhere else, holding herself so firmly in place that she’s buzzing with the effort of it. she looks peaceful and terrified, and it’s strange to see her own feelings reflected in beau, who sometimes seems entirely alien—brave and strong and brash and, and lovely.

‘i don’t know everything i’m feeling,’ jester whispers.

beau nods quickly. ‘yeah, yeah, of course, it’s fine, i’m okay with—‘

jester doesn’t know what she’s okay with because she sets her own hand over beau’s mouth. ‘i’m not finished.’

beau rolls her eyes. settles. ‘that’s fair,’ she says, words muffled.

‘i don’t want—‘ jester gulps. ‘to ruin anything.’ she thinks about the chaos crew and girls night and late nights with beau in their room and reading her romance novels together and shopping and thinks about fjord and— ‘can i kiss you anyway?’ she asks, feeling the bite of being selfish instantly, and beau’s eyes lose that little bit of tension in the corners, go sky blue with warmth.

jester’s breath catches in her throat as beau lifts a hand and instead of taking jester’s hand away as she had done, beau holds it close for a moment, kissing jester’s palm before she lifts it away. the touch of it feels like a burning brand, like somehow her hand is buzzing with life, with energy, like beau has made it—jester’s brain stutters over the analogy for a second, because it’s too big and too much, surely, but the words come anyway. beau’s kiss makes her feel divine, worshipped.

jester is still trying to wrap her head around that when beau leans in, traces her fingers down jester’s cheek.

‘yeah?’ she asks, holding back.

jester nods. closes the distance. so that’s how she does it, she thinks, and then she is kissing beau—beau is kissing her—and this, this feels... this feels. she can’t say right, she can’t say too much, she has nothing to compare it to, the way her heart feels to beat too fast and stop altogether, both at the same time. the way she goes hot and cold, and all her world closes down into where she is touching beau and being touched by beau. a hand on her cheek, the still-burning kiss on her hand, her own hand on beau’s neck, the skin so soft and the short wispy hairs that escape from her top knot tickling against her fingers, and beau is kissing her.

[wwounu]

The second the doorbell rings, you hide away your surprise, sock-sliding to the door in excitement. You open the door, displaying the young man holding some sunflowers in hand, which was a little unexpected.

He grins once meeting eyes with you, satisfied with your response. He holds out the bundle of bright yellow flowers to you, “I had time to visit the shop to greet your employee. You’re right, she’s super sweet… What are you waiting for? It’s yours Blossom.”

Tilting the flowers, you accept it into your arms, smiling down at the fresh scent, bubbling with joy as you hold his hand and tug him inside. A yelp comes out of his mouth at the sudden move which you found incredibly cute.

“I love the flowers so much. Thanks.” You thank, soon pointing to the coat hanger. “Sorry I rushed you inside, you can remove your coat and shoes while I put these in a vase.”

And the two of you part for a few seconds before sitting back down on the carpet and Seokmin looks at his tattoo on his arm, before looking back at you.

“I have to get used to seeing you with that tattoo on you.” Chuckles Seokmin. “You’re going to regret it.”

You too, look at your bicep, showing a similar sunflower tattoo you’ve seen before, almost identical. You can still imagines Seokmin’s bewildered face when you requested for another matching tattoo (of course, it was a tattooist’s nightmare).

“Not too sure about that. I don’t feel regret at all quite frankly.”

“That’s what they all say…” The male side comments, throwing a dirty look at you before he laughs, joining with your sound. “So! What’s this surprise you have for me?”

“Yes, the surprise!” You clap happily, holding Seokmin’s hands and letting his palms cover his eyes. “You have to keep them shut tight, okay?”

You’re convinced by the other’s nod, leaving him promptly before waddling and fetching your surprise, waddling back by the sound of your footsteps. Sitting, Seokmin hears you press a kiss on whatever you’ve gotten him before you place the object on his lap carefully.

“Now open your eyes.”

Peeling his hands away, he opens his eyes one by one, taking small peeps. But with one peep, his eyes fly open, lips spreading into a wide, unbelievable smile.

“A dog — You got a pup?!”

“I got you a pup Seok’.”

His smile fails to fade away, picking up the australian shepherd and cradling it in his arms instantly, cooing at the size. As expected, he begins to talk to the animal and touches their noses together.

“Hello! I’m Seokmin, it’s very nice to meet you!”

You can’t contain your laugher and so you laugh, adoring the scene play out. Seokmin puts the puppy down, but she sticks by his side as the male magically whips out some treats. Before you would ask, he already answered your question with the dog walking rounds he did this morning, which made perfectly strange sense.

“She really likes you, hm?”

“It’s the food,” Seokmin states, “and my undying charm.”

“Oh please…”

“But…” Seokmin begins to frown, gently petting her head, “I can’t keep her in the dorm.”

“That’s okay! She’ll be staying with me, so we can take a shared responsibility.”

“’Shared responsibi’- Oh we’re at that stage? Oh my god, we’re at that stage aren’t we—“

“Stage? What stage?”

“This!” He picks up the puppy to his lap, raising her arms as she curiously looks up at his chin. “This is like — Having to look after a child stage.”

You stare, speechless, suddenly shuffling to the man and trapping his head into your chest, hugging him but avoiding to crush the puppy. “Maybe it is. I think we can handle it. Besides, my grandparents need a guardian to look after the house since I’m growing up.”

“Gotcha- Hey I thought you didn’t like dogs!”

Releasing him from the hug, you stay on your knees as your finger nuzzles the puppy’s chin. “Well maybe they aren’t so bad… However I get jumpy when she gets excited.”

“Adorable.”

“Me or the dog?”

“You. As well as this beauty!” He holds her up and you meet face to face with your puppy, her pink tongue poking out. When he settles her back on his lap, Seokmin gulps, staring at you. “Blossom, if we’re at this stage, then does it mean…”

He can’t finish his sentence, but you know exactly what he’s saying. Getting down to eye level, you look at him too. ‘He’s looking at my lips’ you think.

“I’m fine with it if you are.”

“Okay… I think — Yeah, I can do this… How do we do this?”

“Just do whatever,” You chuckle, talking in the same confused tone he has as he carefully leans in.

Softly, your lips meet — fully this time — and like last time, you smile into the kiss. There was some awkwardness as you both didn’t know what to do, so you stayed the way you were until you part the kiss to catch your breath.

“Screwed that up, didn’t I?” Seokmin laughs.

“We can always try again.” You suggest, pulling him in for another kiss, more natural than the first but the innocence remaining. Your stomach kept turning inside and out — was this what it was like to get butterflies?

Partway into the kiss, Seokmin begins to giggle, and you obviously follow, giggling before ghosting pecks around his lips as you cup his face.

It was going perfectly well until you were stopped by high-pitched yaps, directing your attention to your puppy panting enthusiastically. You and the male smile at the sight as she jumps into your lap and you cup her face too. “Hi baby, you okay?” The pup is pressed a kiss on the head by you — Seokmin thinks he might die from such a scene.

But it finally got to his attention — “What’s her name?”

“Oh right-“ Looking back at him, you awkwardly smile. “I’m not that good with names… And I thought it was fair for us to choose a name since it’s a shared duty now…”

As you and the puppy both look at Seokmin with the identical wide eyes (again, he thinks he could die peacefully right there and then), he points a finger on his chin to storm ideas.

“Spring. She suits that name.”

Peeking at Spring, your lips curl. “Yeah. It’s perfect.”

Seokmin draws nearer to Spring and clicks his tongue before feeding her treats. “Who’s a good girl? You are!” The pup barks in joy, jumping in your arms and Seokmin looks up, stretching himself so he can plant a kiss at your jaw before Spring grabs his attention again.

Everything felt like a dream. Seokmin, Spring, the brightness of the room and joy lingering. It was insane to call this your reality; you never wanted it to come to a stop.

“I guess Spring gives you another excuse to see me now.”

“Can’t my excuse be how hopelessly I’m in love with you?”

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART SEVENTEEN (FINAL) — Tattoo Artist!Seokmin x Florist!Reader

this is it, seok’s au has come to a nice end.... its quicker than i expected! and im super emotional (as i always am) with his au ending... its over! what do i do now?!?!?! the biggest highlight was the reveal of him being the tattoo artist, i thought it was gonna fail and be expected but apparently not so!! im glad about that... oh lord reminiscing makes me fall deeper into the pit of saddness gah keags stop!!! i wanna thank everyone for reading as always and that youre up for MINGYU’S au, which is why i rushed in posting the teaser just last night because i didnt reveal who he was yet hehe~ anyway im not sure when i’ll post his au but hopefully it’ll be soon. for now im still working on my mafia au so i’ll update that from time to time, and i have my dumb reblogs which are a thing too so hehe yeah.... thank you again nd take care~~~ | Drummer!Mingyu

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[billy-batson]

ok so i was a fan of tonky star, and as one does on this site i followed other ppl with the same interests. bc of that 4 minute yeller a lot of these ppl revealed their true colours on defending white men who done some bad shit, and im not saying the entire cast is completely terrible, but some ppl have done/said things that make u go :// and i just wanted to ask like.. where do u draw the line.. i saw some things abt mackie (bc i apparently follow a lot of racists) but no one sources anything

and also something about someone from the bp cast supporting a past movie/director even tho he was accused of something (idk everones so vague here) and then u have people like ben cumrag who has said some bad things (just like the other white man) and yet ppl still support him.. i feel so bad? guilty?? abt even enjoying this shit like.. idk what to do man i just wanna go home aghssj sorry for unloading this on u i went thru ur entire anti rjj tag bc i didnt wanna be ignorant and im.. yeah

you seem really adorable and well meaning so im gonna answer you like totally honestly. i use personal discernment most of the time. if a person does something bad, concerning [x] group of people, ask yourself: does this concern me in any way? regardless of the answer, you should be able to try to see how it can be taken as offensive and WHY it is. for example: the racist antics of several marvel cast members (seb/rdj with antiblackness, mark/that other guy who plays hawkeye with antiziganism), the ableism of benakjdkfngnks, the rape apologism of chadwick (concerning nate parker). while you might not immediately understand the depth of these issues, listen to the voices of these people who are personally affected by their words & use your discernment to deduce how empathetic you will be to their voices.

to be honest, i don’t pay attention to celebrities lives at all. i don’t watch interviews, nothing. i see them in a movie, i reblog a photoshoot or maybe an interview gifset but i never watch an interview or look up what’s going on in their lives. too often people put these actors on pedestals when they’re human just like the rest of us, and often times even worse than us because having all that fame and power and seemingly untouchability makes them feel as though they can do anything they want and say anything they want without any repercussions. so. yeah. also im kin with you saying i wanna go home akdnkskfkf