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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 5 months ago

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I finally did it. I finally rewatched the finale. I'm not ready for the next (and last) season y'all 😭😭

But AAAAHHHHHHHHH THEY'RE MARRIED!!!!

You don't even understand guys :'D they're married :')

Well, that's the last of my last thoughts, so now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I LOOOOOOOOVED this episode SO SO SO MUCH!!! Well, these episodes, I suppose. They were both so good, though very sad 😭😭💔. Gabriel will always be missed :((. But seriously, the ending was pretty happy with the sad parts thrown in to give it ✨flavor✨, and the wedding was just freaking beautiful <3. It was everything we've been waiting for :'), and more <3.

Now, onto the individual parts!

Marjan, Paul, Mateo, and Nancy!! We didn't see too much of these guys this episode, but they were so great :'DD. I just love how happy they are for their friends in the wedding too :'). Also they all looked AMAZING!! Serving fr 🥰. love them all so much <33.

Tommy (and Trevor)! They were amazing :')). They're so sweet <3. And oop, do I smell another wedding/or at least plans/talk of one 👀👀? That would be cool :D. And Tommy does deserve it, if that's what she wants :'). As does Trevor! Also, TOMMY ABSOLUTELY A T E WITH BEING ALIVE 😭😭😭💔🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️!!! It was so beautiful <3 such a great song, and the perfect ending for the season. It honestly would've been an amazing end for the series, but I'm glad we'll be getting more to see how things work out for the others more xD. I love them so much <3.

Owen!! Poor Owen man :'((. Everything with Robert was just rough. I'm glad Robert got to go out on his own terms but gosh :((. Also, I am SO GLAD Owen got Carlos to back down 😭😭. I know it wasn't just him but gosh am I happy he went after him xdd. Those are his boys, and Carlos especially needs him now (though of course he'll never replace Gabriel) :'((. Gosh, it just sucks xddd. But yeah, I'm so glad he was there for him, and TK, and everything worked out <33. Also him as best man and seeing Gwyn at the wedding was just beautiful :')). And also again xD, that haunted/haunting look at the end in silence as Robert died/had just died, then calling 9-1-1 o.o. Wow, amazing <3. I love him <3.

Judd and Grace! The BESTIESSSS!! And when I say besties I mean the ones who are the best <33. I do wish Judd was being a bit more patient with Wyatt, but I get it :'(. It's hard to see someone you love like that, especially when Judd sacrificed so much for him and is a very push through it guy. But he learned, and he got better, and Wyatt did a little bit too :'). He's improving, and I'm so happy for him <3. For both of them :')). Also, Grace!! Our girl!! Being an icon as always <333. As I said in my liveblog, she's just perfect for Judd (as he is for her), always managing to bring him back down to earth and calm him down - when they don't need that fire of course lol, in either of them. But seriously, they're just amazing for each other, and they were so sweet this episode <33. Also Charlie is adorable as always 🥰🥰. I love them <33.

And finally. . .

TK and Carlos!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEY'RE FINALLY MARRIED!!!! MY BOYS ARE FINALLY MARRIED :'DDDD!!! And they deserve it so much <333 🥰. They had to go through so much to get here, especially Carlos this episode/these past two episodes 😭. But they did it <333. Seeing TK support Carlos through everything was amazing, especially since we've seen the other way around. And just seeing Carlos lose it. Seeing him be unhinged. Seeing him out everything on the line because of his emotions, his grief, his need for justice, and almost losing it. But he didn't <3. He had TK to be worried about him, and Owen and What's His Face and the Texas Rangers Guy to stop him and pull him back from the edge. All because TK knew him, and wouldn't let him do that to himself. And I'm so glad it all worked out okay <333. Carlos's scene with Owen, and the tribute to Gabriel, was beautiful <33 and his re-proposal to TK was beautiful for a whole different reason :'D. As was TK being there with him both times he was up, and when he watched the video of Baby Carlos <33. And gosh, that wedding- so beautiful. Just perfect. Their vows are literally the most beautiful vows ever, my gosh 😭. Sorry to everyone else (fictional characters mainly) xD. But seriously, the emotions, for them and for me and all of us, they were just amazing :')). And the dancing!!! They're so silly and lovely your honor :'DD. And of course, the song <33. The way they cling to each other, and draw comfort from each other, especially regarding those missing <33 - it was amazing. And the way they included Andrea, checking on her and being with her and comforting her <3. And how TK asked Tommy to, for his husband :'))). And of course, just how much they love each other <33. You've been alive together for a long time, but now you will be being alive as a married couple :')) it's forever, now, and that's just amazing 🥺😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️. Also, AAAAHHHHHHH THEY'RE ON THEIR HONEYMOON!!!! :DDD We only got a brief glimpse of it but they look great and they look so happy 🥰🥰 I'm so happy for them lol <3. They've through so much, enough, thank goodness they finally just got there xD. Anyway. They are the best ever, and I will never get over them, ever <333. I love them so much 🥰🥰❤️ <3333.

Overall, this episode was absolutely amazing, a perfect wedding episode (well, besides having quite that level of sadness lol), and a wonderful finale :'). I love this show so much y'all. And, real talk here, I'm not ready for it to end. But I will do my absolute best to, while acknowledging the final milestones and appreciating things extra since it's the last time, not get stuck in the sadness and just enjoy this next season <33. This season was amazing, and I'm so excited for the next one :'))). Also once again they all looked amazing at the wedding and them just dancing around and being cute and sweet and silly was amazing xD :')). I love them all so much <3333.

So, yeah! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 4, Episode 18: In Sickness and In Health

It was absolutely amazing. I'm so glad everything worked out in the end, pretty much, and I just loved it. I'm so excited for the next season!

I'll be here next time with my review of. . .

9-1-1: Lone Star, Season 5

I'm so excited. This season was amazing, and I can't wait to see what they do with the next one! I'm sure it'll be even bigger and better, and I'll love it.

See you next season!!

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter #posted this before midnight the night before :'))#and then edited to fit everything in because I was busy and got distracted so only got some in lol #anyway #I love this show so much <33 #such an amazing episode 🥰🥰#I'll see you guys for the next season :'D #whenever that may be (it's tomorrow/today)#xD #soo yeah!!#I love you all :DDD ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!!#byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰🥰 <333!!!!

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asleepinawell · 5 years ago

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this new update completely broke my ability to follow new people lol. i follow them, it sticks for like ten minutes, and then poof, they gone??? i also tried to unfollow some people, but they kept coming back to my follows??? what the fuck?!?!?! notifications checks failing to register, so i never know if the notification is new or the same one o already checked like a hundred times (tho that's been an issue for a While tbh) ?? WHO CODES THIS THING MY GOOOOD?!????!??

oh damn. the following thing sounds worse than any of the issues I've run into lately. it's like your following list got cached somewhere and is constantly overwriting itself. or something. that sucks

have notifications ever fully worked? on mobile app my options seem to be turn off all notifications altogether or turn them on and have the notifications number be meaningless and get stuck no matter how many times I check them. it's a mess. sometimes the only way to get the number to go away is to check the activity and messages tabs and then close the app completely and reopen it (like not just minimize it, actually shut it). and like if the little icon in the app says 30 on it, it doesn't mean that I've had 30 likes/reblogs from people I follow (which is what my notifications settings are set to), what I think it actually means is that 30 like/reblogs of any of my posts ago someone I follow liked/reblogged something and it just never stopped counting. so it's at 99 all the time and basically useless. aaaahhhhhhhhh

#mp #asks #the fuckening of tumblr

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ourshineeshrine · 8 years ago

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My Number One Fan

Chapter: 22/? Pairing: JongKey Word Count: 4,839 Rating: NC17 Summary: Kibum goes to the same, run-down bar every week to watch the man of his affections sing his heart out with a mere guitar for company. He wasn’t expecting the coffee, nor the beautiful personality within the singer. And he definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

A/N: OKAY OMG LISTEN: this was honestly the most difficult thing i’ve ever written in my entire life. it was my first time writing smut *blushes like crazy* so i know it sucks crap...feel free to give me some advice because god knows i need it! please enjoy <3 ps isnt taem an adorable little shit

It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the two when Jonghyun didn’t take the turn off to Kibum’s house and instead continued to his own, uncharacteristically fidgety as Kibum’s hand rested on his thigh. “My mum and sister would probably send you straight home if they knew you were over so just…we might have to sneak in, alright?”

Kibum flashed Jonghyun a grin. “That’ll be fine.”

When they reached their destination, Jonghyun didn’t think he’d ever opened his own front door so quietly before in his life. Except for maybe that one time he’d gotten smashed at Jinki’s house and could barely walk straight, but that was another story all together. It was already past 8:30pm which meant that his mum and Seodam should be preoccupied in their own rooms for now, and it was with the upmost relief when he managed to drag Kibum by hand to his own bedroom without being spotted or heard.

And as soon as the door had closed behind them, Jonghyun was up against the wall with his tie grasped tightly in Kibum’s hand, their faces pulled particularly close. Even though they’d barely moved, their breathing was heavy and Kibum already had a faint tinge of pink shrouding his cheeks. Just the sight of the other male pinning him against the wall with a tie in his clutch and flushed cheekbones was enough for Jonghyun to desperately push his lips against Kibum’s, the younger of the two complying immediately with equal passion.

Heat pooled at the pit of Kibum’s stomach, and instinctively he held Jonghyun even closer to the wall in order to keep the space between them as minimal as possible. The sheer pleasure he felt to have Jonghyun’s body and mouth pressed so tightly against his own clouded any rational thought, and when his shirt was found discarded on the floor just moments later, Kibum really wasn’t one to complain. His legs felt weak beneath him and Jonghyun, having probably sensed his boyfriend’s discomfort, began guiding them away from the wall and instead onto the soft bed mere metres away. They stumbled on unceremoniously with Jonghyun’s body hovering over Kibum’s, however soon enough their positions had switched and Kibum was instead focusing entirely on removing the tie from Jonghyun’s neck.

“Would you hurry up?” Jonghyun breathed, allowing his palms to glide over the smooth skin of Kibum’s chest. “A beautiful man is currently on top of me, given the opportunity to do whatever he wants, and he’s undoing my tie. Sounds kinda silly if you ask me.”

Kibum smirked, leaning down to place his lips tightly against the skin of Jonghyun’s neck as he worked. “It’s called having patience.” he whispered, discarding the tie behind him and instead using his hands to begin the task of unbuttoning Jonghyun’s shirt. He planted languid, sloppy kisses down the older male’s chest as he went, taking pride in just how ragged and uneven Jonghyun’s breathing seemed to be.

Soon enough, his shirt had joined Kibum’s on the floor and their shirtless chests were pressed flush together, mouths moving roughly and carelessly as their hands tried desperately to latch onto as much bare skin as possible. They’d made out before – plenty of times, of course. But Kibum couldn’t recall a time that it had ever been this intense, this heated, this passionate. He pulled away with a sort of glint in his gaze, straddling Jonghyun’s hips. The singer was lying flat upon the bed with his mere elbows propped for support, looking up at Kibum with curiosity and a dark, lust filled gaze.

“L-Look…We’re both obviously not that experienced so if something I do doesn’t feel right, j-just tell me, okay?” Kibum was a flushed, stuttering mess, and purposely avoided eye contact as he awaited Jonghyun’s response.

Jonghyun grinned, taking in Kibum’s sexy, mussed appearance. “Okay.” he responded, although not really paying attention to what the younger male was actually saying. Besides, considering how things were going so far, Jonghyun didn’t think anything Kibum could do wouldn’t ‘feel right’.

Biting his lip and watching Jonghyun closely to gauge his reaction, Kibum slowly and uncertainly rolled his hips against the singer’s. Elbows shaking beneath him, Jonghyun’s head fell back in pleasure as a hoarse and breathy moan escaped his lips.

“Is that alright?” spoke Kibum quietly, allowing his narrow fingers to brush lightly over Jonghyun’s stomach.

The older male could only offer an enthusiastic nod in response, allowing his elbows to drop completely as Kibum repeated the action again with more confidence. His moans this time around were muffled as Kibum leant down to mash their lips together heatedly, all too aware of the other house occupants who were separated by a mere, thin wall. Jonghyun’s hands travelled down Kibum’s waist and rested at his hips, fiddling with the waistband of the younger boy’s jeans. And seeing as though he made no move to protest, Jonghyun took the risk to unzip his fly, impatiently pushing his hips up to meet Kibum’s.

Kibum hummed contentedly before he, albeit reluctantly, pulled away from Jonghyun slowly and instead stood from the bed. Jonghyun regarded him with a confused frown, heartbeat racing wildly and an awfully uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

“I just thought that this…” Kibum tugged down his tight jeans, allowing them to pool on the floor below. “Would make things easier.” All that remained was the dancer’s short boxers, and Jonghyun felt himself staring gapingly at the smooth, milky skin of Kibum’s thighs. His own pants were becoming increasingly tighter around his groin, and when Kibum looked up at him with half lidded eyes and a knowing smirk, Jonghyun swore he nearly moaned right then and there. He shuffled back to rest his body against the headboard of the bed, and gulped thickly as he noticed that Kibum was already making his way back over.

“Not fair if mine are gone and yours aren’t right?” he whispered huskily, making move to unbutton Jonghyun’s pants and slide them down his legs.

Even though the embarrassment which came with his obviously hard member was harrowing, it quelled Jonghyun’s fear a little to see that Kibum was facing the same situation. His face flamed up when Kibum took note of where his gaze was directed, but surprisingly, this usually timid and awkward boy didn’t seem to care in the slightest, only smirking and brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Like what you see, I suppose?” he questioned with a raised brow, crawling over to Jonghyun and straddling him against the headboard.

Licking his lips, a low grunt sounded from Jonghyun’s mouth as their scarcely clothed members brushed together, and Kibum had to physically force himself from doing the same by planting his lips on the exposed skin of Jonghyun’s collarbone. “If your mum hears us I’m going to die.” he muttered against Jonghyun’s neck.

“I-I know.” stuttered Jonghyun, grazing his calloused palms lightly along Kibum’s sensitive lower back. “I can’t help it.” He proved his point by suddenly groping Kibum’s ass and pulling their groins tightly together, eliciting the dancer to sound a loud, muffled moan. “See?”

Kibum buried his face into Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Yeah.” He breathed. “S-Sorry.”

Jonghyun grinned and placed one hand beneath Kibum’s chin, prodding a few times so that the yonger boy would look him in the eyes. “This is all pretty new to both of us, obviously. And my family may be right next door but…I still want you to enjoy yourself. So,” Jonghyun licked his lips awkwardly, unsure of how to phrase his next sentence. “Don’t hold back, alright?”

Kibum’s whole face burnt in a mixture of embarrassment and desire, but nonetheless he nodded softly. “Same goes for you…”

The older male winked smoothly, pulling Kibum in to smash their lips together in a rough kiss. Tongues battled and noses bumped foolishly but the couple honestly couldn’t have cared less, only focused on what it felt like to be wrapped in each other’s embrace so intimately. Both of Kibum’s legs eventually managed to hook themselves behind Jonghyun’s back and they ground their hips together shamelessly, allowing the majority of their loud moans and whimpers to be absorbed into the kiss.

The heat which flooded through Jonghyun’s abdomen and groin was indescribable, and the singer felt his skin prickle with flames every time his skin made even the lightest contact with Kibum’s. He simply couldn’t get enough – every touch, every groan, every thrust just left him craving more.

“Kibum.” he grunted hoarsely, pulling away briefly to speak.

Eyes fluttering half open, Kibum regarded Jonghyun with confusion, disappointed at the sudden lack of connection. “Huh?”

Their breathing came heavy and Jonghyun struggled to say the words he wished to, simply muttering quietly under his breath.

“Jjong, speak up.”

“I said…” Jonghyun swallowed thickly and lifted his gaze reluctantly to meet Kibum’s. “C-Can you touch me?”

Kibum frowned. “But I am?”

Biting his lip, the older of the two shook his head in embarrassment. “No, I mean like��touch me.” His voice had risen a pitch or two in humiliation, and tried as hard as possible to keep his eyes locked with Kibum’s.

His eyes widened and Kibum’s breath caught in realization, mouth running dry at the mere prospect. “O-Oh…Right—“

“You don’t have to!” exclaimed Jonghyun, gauging Kibum’s reaction closely. “S-Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked anyway. It was weird, I’m sorry.”

Kibum shook his head. “No, it’s not that.” he muttered. “I want to, I just…don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“Oh trust me,” Jonghyun whispered with a breathy laugh, tugging unconsciously on Kibum’s hair. “Anything you do will feel good.”

Licking his lips shyly, Kibum nodded, and slowly began to trace his fingers down Jonghyun’s stomach and towards the elastic of his boxers. Jonghyun watched him with flushed cheeks, breath quickening automatically as one of Kibum’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric. The younger boy seemed to stop and pause for a few seconds of contemplation before reaching out tentatively and running his long fingers along the length of Jonghyun’s member.

Voicing a loud whimper, Jonghyun dropped his head back against the headboard in unadulterated pleasure. Kibum, upon observing Jonghyun’s reaction, seemed to have gained a confidence boost and smiled bashfully, sliding his whole hand beneath the thin cotton of Jonghyun’s boxers. His cool, smooth fingers curled around Jonghyun’s throbbing cock and gave it a testing tug, eyes widening slightly in fascination as the boy in question pulled Kibum’s hair and murmured his name throatily. With a steady hand Kibum gradually began to pick up his pace, his free hand resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder as the other occupied itself around the older male’s manhood.

Jonghyun scrunched his toes tightly in pleasure and rested his head against the wooden bedframe, a light sheen of sweat trickling down his forehead. Low grunts escaped his lips at every jerk, and the feeling of pure bliss which came with Kibum’s hand so personally around him was simply overwhelming. His hands dropped from Kibum’s hair and instead gripped the sheets of his bed firmly, desperate to keep himself from moaning too loudly whilst his family were home.

Watching the way Jonghyun’s eyes scrunched closed tightly in pleasure, the raspy moans he emitted, the sweat which accompanied his body and the way his hips automatically thrusted into Kibum’s hand as he pumped was too much for the nineteen year old. He could feel his own member screaming for attention and the heat around his groin accumulating rapidly, itching to be noticed or touched. Gently, so that the other male wouldn’t be distracted, Kibum removed his free hand from Jonghyun’s shoulder and instead slipped it beneath his boxers, allowing his head to drop back at the feeling of his palm against his cock. Closing his eyes whilst continuing to tend to Jonghyun, Kibum imagined it was Jonghyun’s hand instead of his own and moaned his name quietly.

Jonghyun’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and in his state of bliss, took a while to focus on Kibum’s figure. His gaze followed Kibum’s other arm down, and when he realised what the younger male was doing, felt his mouth run dry in arousal. Kibum’s eyes were clenched shut with his head thrown back, simultaneously palming his own member whilst quietly whispering Jonghyun’s name. And quite, honestly, it was the most attractive thing that Jonghyun had ever seen. Heat flooded through his stomach and Jonghyun could feel his groin tingling in pleasure, toes and fingers scrunching so tightly that the knuckles turned white. “K-Kibum…I’m gonna—“

Pressure began to build up in his abdomen and Jonghyun’s muscles clenched in a desperate effort to gain release, his body seemingly going into paralysis. All of a sudden, his mind was completely blank and Jonghyun was in a state of pure euphoria and bliss, burying his face into Kibum’s neck with a strangled moan as he came into the younger male’s still steadily pumping hand.

It took Jonghyun a short while to finally come down from his high, but when he did it was with flushed cheeks and a clear head. His pulled away from Kibum’s shoulder to see that the younger male was still vigorously jerking himself off, broken whimpers sounding from the back of his throat. Jonghyun grasped Kibum’s arms and pushed him back so that he hovered on top, gently replacing Kibum’s hand with his own. Kibum’s breath hitched in arousal, watching Jonghyun hazily as he began to stroke the shaft up and down, busying his lips and tongue on the pale skin of Kibum’s collarbone.

“Go faster, asshole.” muttered Kibum deeply, gripping Jonghyun’s shoulder blades so tightly that his nails left half-moon marks in the skin.

Gradually, Jonghyun began to pick up his pace, continuing to leave faint pink marks up Kibum’s neck and towards his earlobe. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Kibum gnawed on his bottom lip harshly and managed to muffle a whimper from escaping his lips. Jonghyun continued to whisper hot sweet nothings into his ear, occasionally giving Kibum a small flick of the wrist or swiping his thumb over the head of Kibum’s cock.

“Y-You’re good at this.” mumbled Kibum, thrusting his hips up into Jonghyun’s hand with urge.

Jonghyun chuckled softly, bordering seduction. “I’ve had a lot of practice on myself. Thinking about you.”

Beneath Jonghyun, Kibum seemed to tense for a few seconds before shuddering wildly, coming into Jonghyun’s hand with a small whimper. His body turned lax and he slumped against the bed with fatigue, Jonghyun joining him immediately after. “That was…amazing.” Kibum muttered tiredly, but his eyes still glimmered as he turned to face Jonghyun.

Jonghyun nodded vehemently and buried his face into Kibum’s hair with utmost exhaustion. “Thank you.” he whispered.

Grinning, Kibum wrapped his arms around Jonghyun’s torso and cuddled against him tightly, inhaling with a dreamy sigh. “The worst thing about this is the fact that I have to go home.”

Jonghyun grumbled, reaching blindly to his nightstand to grab a handful of tissues. They cleaned themselves up in silence, and Kibum didn’t even bother to check the time on his phone which was currently situated in his pants pocket on the floor.

“And sorry to break it to you, Jjong.” he continued with a soft giggle. “But I’d be shocked if no one here heard us.”

Jonghyun grumbled even louder at that and grabbed a pillow to bury his face in. “I don’t want you to leave.” he whined, watching Kibum stand up and slide his pants on with a forlorn pout.

“I don’t wanna leave either.” responded Kibum. “But my parents are going to go crazy if I don’t get home soon. Now…Do I look like I was just given a hand job?”

Eyes raking up Kibum’s mussed appearance, Jonghyun nodded his head. “A little. If you fix your hair a little and put on a shirt and shoes I think you’ll be okay though. I didn’t leave any marks on your neck this time, at least.”

Kibum snorted. “That’s always good to hear. We should probably get going sooner rather than later, babe. Put some clothes on.”

Reluctantly, Jonghyun rolled off the bed and pulled his pants on before wrapping Kibum in a tight hug. “Kibum.” he whispered. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Have I told you that yet?”

A dark blush painted Kibum’s cheeks and he held Jonghyun just as closely, shaking his head softly against the singer’s shoulder. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me too. Thank you so much, Jonghyun. Thank you.”

Considering that Minho was a third year and Taemin was a first year, it didn’t really come as a surprise when Minho couldn’t manage to find Taemin throughout the whole of school on Monday. After all, they didn’t share any classes and deep down, Minho figured that if Taemin was acting the way he was then he probably deserved to be left alone anyway. The last bell of the day rang through his ears, and with a mental shrug of the shoulders, Minho decided he’d just try again tomorrow. Glancing down at his work and then at the other students who seemed to be bolting out of the classroom door as though the mere act of learning was poisonous, Minho concluded that the first option was probably going to be better in the long run.

Sure, he’d love to get home and maybe watch a bit of T.V, but while he was in the zone, getting his homework out of the way now really was the better option. He was left in the classroom alone which suited him just fine, and within only fifteen minutes he had finished off the worksheet and was getting ready to leave school. It was only as he was walking down the hallway towards the exit of the school when he heard some commotion occurring closer to the first year block. Minho checked his watch.

3:50pm

He supposed he still had some time to spare. Reaching the other side of the hallway, Minho turned the corner only to stop in horror. Taemin was being cornered by that group of first years once again, and Minho could immediately feel unadulterated anger boiling his blood. He moved to intervene, however upon hearing something particularly interesting falling from the bullies’ mouths, faltered in his place and instead backpedalled hurriedly to his hiding spot around the corner.

“Oi, fag, lis—“

A growl escaped Taemin’s throat. “I’m not a fag! So shut the heck up, would you?”

The occupants of the hallway, bar Taemin and Minho of course, erupted into a fit of sniggers. “Seriously? Only fags kiss other guys, you shit.” The boy’s voice went higher, but in a menacing, mocking sort of way. “Kai told us all about how you practically forced yourself upon him. Fricking disgusting.” The rest of the group nodded vehemently in agreement with sneers upon their faces, one boy in particular taking the opportunity to shove Taemin hard against the lockers.

“No…T-That’s not what happened…Kai…He—“ Taemin was a stuttering mess, partially in fear of the students before him and partially because of the fact that they knew.

“He what? Enjoyed it? Fucking hell, you really are like that fairy Kibum.”

Minho, upon hearing the abhorrent words spoken by the first years as well as the look of pure fear and pain on Taemin’s face, decided that enough was enough and walked out from behind the corner confidently. “Oi!” he spoke gruffly, immediately eliciting the cluster to look up in shock before scurrying away.

The soccer captain was left to stare into Taemin’s wide, teary eyes, unable to form any words or will his legs to move. The younger boy’s expression was nothing but horrified, both at what the bullies had said and Minho’s sudden appearance. They simply stood there, staring at each other for a few long seconds before Taemin, after muttering quietly that his mum was probably wondering where he was, sprinted away down the hall, not risking a second glance behind him.

It was safe to say that Minho was beyond confused and astonished after that ordeal, and although he wanted to make sure that his best friend was alright, he knew that both of them had to be left alone for the moment. For the whole time that he and the younger boy had been spending time together, he had honestly thought that the bullying was because of his feminine looks. But this? Taemin had never denied what the group of first years had said so it was safe to presume that the rumours were true, but Minho should’ve known. Did Taemin really not feel comfortable sharing things with him? Usually they talked about everything together, it was just what best friends did.

Taemin had told Minho that Kai and he had just a bad fight of course, but he never went into specifics and definitely never brought it up again. Perhaps Taemin was ashamed, Minho concluded. It would have explained his reaction to Kibum. Maybe he was in denial? Minho shook his head fondly. What did Taemin have to be afraid of? If he had just told Minho what was worrying him in the first place then none of this would have ever happened. The soccer player buried his face into his hands. He had to talk to Taemin as soon as possible, but would the younger boy even want to? And then all of a sudden, Minho’s expression darkened. If those first years thought they could bully his Taemin for a stupid reason like that then they seriously had another thing coming.

Minho didn’t sit with Kibum the following day either, but this time it wasn’t to look for Taemin. It was to merely get his mind off everything and have some time to himself. And so when Kibum looked up from his sandwich that Tuesday lunchtime to see Taemin loitering awkwardly by the sidelines without the athletic third year, it certainly came as a surprise. “H-Hi, Kibum.” the boy stuttered awkwardly, looking down at his shoes in pretend interest. “Could we maybe talk? Somewhere else?”

Glaring up at Taemin, Kibum was actually deciding against going with the young dancer, however was stopped in that train of thought when Amber shoved him harshly in the ribs. “Go on.” she whispered. “He obviously wants to apologize.”

Albeit reluctantly, Kibum stood up with a quick wave of the hand to Amber and made his way towards Taemin, gesturing with his head towards where the dance studio was situated. “If you’re only here because Minho told you to be then I don’t wanna hear it.” muttered Kibum as they walked, refusing to look Taemin in the eyes.

“I swear I’m not.” spoke Taemin quietly, pushing open the dance studio door and sitting himself on the floor. “I just wanna say sorry. Seriously, Kibum, I was being a jerk.”

Kibum hesitantly took a spot across from Taemin on the floor, both elated and angry at the prospect of sitting in the dance room with Taemin once again. “I know you were. Did you finally realise how abnormal I was?”

“No!” protested Taemin. “I was just being stupid, okay? I’ve been really confused lately. And don’t take it offensively or anything, but I’m scared.”

Confusion flooded through Kibum’s veins, trying to make something out of what Taemin was saying. “Scared of being my friend?”

Taemin sighed. “God no. You’re honestly…one of the greatest friends I’ve ever had, Kibum.”

“Then what the heck are you talking about, Taem? I can’t read your mind, for goodness sake.”

Avoiding eye contact, Taemin’s hands shook wildly in his lap and Kibum took note of how laboured his breathing seemed to be. An eerie silence engulfed the white walls, and quite frankly, Taemin looked as though he was about to throw up. And then he whispered something. So low that Kibum’s ears barely picked it up. Barely. But they did.

“I think I like Minho.”

Disbelief shrouded Kibum’s features and he stared at Taemin for a few seconds with comically wide eyes of astonishment. Whatever he’d been expecting to fall from Taemin’s mouth…It definitely hadn’t been that. So many questions began popping into his mind: Since when? Why was Taemin so scared? Had he told anyone else? But more than anything else, Kibum’s mind was flooded with the squeals of a fanboy, finding his friend’s crush to be the most adorable thing he’d ever heard of.

“K-Kibum?” questioned Taemin quietly, hands shaking more than ever. But his worries were quelled immediately as Kibum greeted him with a wide, ecstatic smile.

“Seriously?! Taemin…this is adorable! Since when?”

Taemin twiddled his thumbs, a light, barely visible rose flushing his cheeks. “Well, I think it’s been for a little while now. I guess I was trying to ignore it.”

Smiling, Kibum leant forward to ruffle Taemin’s hair. “You know there’s nothing to be afraid of right? It’s perfectly okay.”

Doubt still seemed to swim in Taemin’s eyes, but he shrugged his shoulders lightly in pretend understanding. “Kibum…W-Why do you think I get bullied so much? Why you’re so excluded? If we just liked girls like we’re meant to, none of this would happen!”

Hurt flashed through Kibum’s gaze, but was quickly replaced with something akin to neutral. “And do you think you’d feel happy? Liking some stupid girl? Y’know, like you’re meant to.”

“I don’t know, Kibum! I’m not even happy liking some stupid boy! Liking people has only ever lead me downhill, to be honest. A-And I don’t want the same thing happening again. I don’t wanna lose Minho too.”

Kibum frowned, wracking his brain for a clue to what Taemin was referring to. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. “Is this about that Kai dude? The guy you used to hang with?”

Taemin nodded slowly. “I…I used to really like him. Back then, I wasn’t really concerned with liking a guy, y’know? Kai always seemed like he was flirting as well and so one day…I just kissed him.” Tears prickled Taemin’s eyes but he hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of his jumper. “The bullies might beat me up a lot now but nothing hurt more than the punch he gave me back then. He called me disgusting, left, and never spoke to me again. A-And then he told everyone I forced myself on him, called me gay and all these other horrible names!” Tears ran freely down Taemin’s face now and quiet sobs wracked his body. “I’m not gay! I know there’s nothing wrong with it, but I’m just not! I’ve only ever liked Kai and Minho…B-But I don’t want Minho to call me disgusting!”

All of a sudden, Kibum’s arms were wrapping tightly around Taemin in a warm hug, burying the younger boy’s head against his shoulder. “Calm down, Taem. Minho would never call you disgusting, I know it. I’m not sure what kind of guy Kai is but Minho…Minho’s one of the kindest people I have ever met. I’m sorry I never told you this beforehand but…Jonghyun and I are dating now. And guess what? Minho didn’t even blink an eye when he found out. It won’t be any different for you.”

“But the difference is that I actually like him. How will he react when he finds out that another guy likes him?” Taemin spoke, brushing off the comment about Jonghyun and Kibum dating (he already knew, after all).

Kibum smiled and ruffled Taemin’s hair. “I think he’ll be very flattered. But you know you don’t have to tell him yet right? There’s no rush, Taemin.”

“Y-Yeah…I know. But, Minho overheard something the other day. About what happened with Kai. He’s gonna be wanting answers. How do I explain that I liked a guy but I’m not gay…He won’t get that stuff like you do.”

“Well then you just tell him the truth and explain it to him. I mean, sure, I’m not really one for the truth myself but…This is Minho we’re talking about here. He’d probably be more hurt by the fact you never told him to begin with.” spoke Kibum, believing his own words a hundred percent. “You don’t have to tell him about your little crush. Maybe if you start dropping little hints he’ll become more accustomed to the idea.”

The hope in Taemin’s eyes had risen a little, but a flicker of doubt could still be seen flashing in his demeanour. “What about Amber? He likes her, doesn’t he?”

Kibum snorted loudly. “Taemin, listen up kiddo. He might think he likes Amber but he doesn’t. She has her charms, sure, but she’s not one to settle down just yet. Minho probably doesn’t realise it yet but she’s just flirting for a little fun, nothing serious. You seriously have nothing to worry about.”

The beginnings of a smile were making its way onto Taemin’s face. “Thanks, Kibum. I’m glad that you’re my friend.”

“Me too, Taem. You sure can be a little shit sometimes but…me too.”

#AAAAHHHHHHHHH #my number one fan #jongkey #fanfiction #jonghyun #key #shinee #THIS WAS FUCKING SO HARD TO WRITE #i really tried my best #but ik it sucks...#pls send me some advice lel <3 #LOOK AT TAEMIN BEING CUTE #ALL OF A SUDDEN #LITTLE SHIT #sorry if yall were hoping for amber and minho #its not happening #nc17 #ourshineeshrine

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday

What day of the week was it yesterday? It wassss Thursday.

What “number day” was it? February 4th.

What time did you wake up yesterday? I automatically wake up at about 6:30 AM every weekday since I have to start work by 8 sharp. I use the free hour and a half to either get some more sleep, or go ahead and try to properly wake up.

What was the weather like? It’s been chilly these days, so I’m trying to savor it as much as I can before it leaves for good in a few weeks.

What did you eat for breakfast? I had coffee so I can psyche myself up for my one-on-one talk with the CEO of the company I work at - she apparently does that with all the new hires to get to know them which I appreciate, but it also made me nervous as fuck. Other than chugging that coffee down, my mom also made me corned beef with rice.

What did you wear? I wore an olive green top I typically wear outside so that I could look nice for the aforementioned video call.

What did you eat for lunch? I’m not usually able to take a lot of bites when I’m working, so the corned beef meal actually stayed wiith me the whole day.

What did you eat for dinner? We had sisig, mainly. My dad also got a free sample of kare-kare when he was out today for some reason lol, so I had that with my rice.

Did you have any snacks or treats? I don’t think so, no.

Who did you talk to in person yesterday? Just my immediate family as I didn’t get to go outdoors.

Who did you text or call yesterday? I had two work-related video calls yesterday. One of them was with Leah, the CEO; the other one was with a client along with my teammates Ysa and Bea.

Did you work yesterday? If so, what time was your work shift? Yeah, as I do every weekday. My shift is from 9 AM to 6 PM, but I start working at 8 AM. I so wish I got paid for that extra hour, lmao.

Did you have to go to school? I have not had to go to UP in a long time, no. I don’t even call it my school anymore.

Did you have to run any errands? If so, then where? All my errands were work-related, so.

Name something you watched yesterday. Good Mythical Morning posts a new video every weeknight here, so I watched it as soon as it came out. I watched some wrestling stuff as well.

Name something you read yesterday. I don’t think I was able to read anything.

Name a song that you remember listening to yesterday. Hm, I do remember feeling a little down very briefly last night and I got in the mood to listen to 26, by Paramore (because of course).

Did you do anything different/atypical yesterday? Did something out of the ordinary happen? Well the talk with Leah happened, so there’s that. I was really nervous for it, but I’m glad it went well. She seems to have liked me so I hope I stay on her good side.

Did you hang out with anyone yesterday? If so, then who - and what did you do? Just with my family. We did the usual stuff, like having dinner together < Same. I usually hang out in the living room with my family after dinner as well, but in the last few days I’ve taken to spending some time alone on the rooftop because the weather has been nice again. I might keep it up until March, or whenever the weather gets sucky and all humid all over again.

What is something fun that you did yesterday? I ordered from a high school batchmate’s small business. I’ve loved her pastries for years, and when she reopened her shop for 2021 the other day, I saw that she had added croissants to her menu. They looked fucking good, so I didn’t hesitate to order from her and now I can’t wait to get them next week, hahah.

What time did you go to bed? For some reason I was really tired yesterday; I think I was asleep by 9 or 9:30.

Today

What day of the week is it today? Friday THE BEST DAY

What “number day” is it? February 5th.

What time did you wake up? I woke up earlier today because I slept early last night – around 6 AM. I was actually woken up by an earthquake, so that’s my new thing for today lol.

What is the weather like? It’s only 8:30 in the morning so I can’t say for sure, but right now at least I can say it hasn’t been warm or uncomfortable.

What did you eat for breakfast? I haven’t had it yet. But I did smell my dad cooking bacon before he left for work today and that smelled nice. I might pick up a strip or two to munch on.

What did you wear today? I’m still wearing the same stuff. I take showers in the evenings on Fridays so that I feel great in welcoming the weekend, haha.

What did you eat for lunch? I will most likely skip it.

What did you eat for dinner? No clue but I’m looking forward to what my dad has planned.

Did you have any snacks or treats? Nope, but we still have some leftover tteokbokki in the fridge. I might heat it up later in the day if I get in the mood for it.

Who did you talk to in person? So far only my parents, but I know I’ll be talking to Nina as well once she gets up for the day.

Who did you text or call? No one yet. We’ll see if I have to text anyone for work today, but so far there’s been no need to.

Did you work today? If so, what time was your work shift? I will be. My shift will officially start in half an hour, but I’ve gotten up early to start other tasks.

Did you have to go to school? No. If I’m not mistaken, I think UP was also recently closed to the public until the 15th because of recent Covid cases, so that sucks. I was looking forward to visit.

Did you have to run any errands? If so, then where? I’m out of 3-in-1 coffee packs so if my parents don’t buy a bundle today, I might have to go to the nearby convenience store to pick one up myself.

Name something you watched today. I have a Good Mythical More video playing at present to accompany me as background noise. I’m not necessarily watching it, though.

Name something you read today. I needed to read several articles for work a few minutes ago.

Name a song that you remember listening to today. I haven’t turned on my Spotify yet but I’m looking forward to Hayley’s single coming out at noon. AAAAHHHHHHHHH

Did you do anything different/atypical today? Did something out of the ordinary happen? I got up very early for work, lol. I usually wait until 8 AM sharp for me to pull myself out of bed, but I was up and at my workspace by 7:20ish. I feel like this set-up is better for me, so I might try waking up earlier again in the next few days.

Did you hang out with anyone today? If so, then who - and what did you do? No. I do want to go to a coffee shop tonight, though.

What is something fun that you did today? Haven’t done much today considering the time... but idk. I might give Grey’s Anatomy a start tonight? Or maybe revisit The Crown?? Maybe go for a long walk around the neighborhood tonight with Kimi? We’ll see. I’m in the mood to be spontaneous this Friday.

What time will you go to bed? I’d like to sleep by midnight or even beyond it because it’s the weekend, and I wouldn’t want to waste my free time.

Tomorrow

What day of the week will it be tomorrow? It will be Saturday.

What “number day” will it be? Feb 6th.

What time do you have to get up? No time - the best kind of morning. I want to get up early though so I can maximize my day.

What is the weather supposed to be like? The high is supposed to be 31ºC, while the low will be 24ºC.

What do you plan on eating for breakfast? It depends on what either of my parents will cook, but I am guessing some type of omelette and either hotdogs or corned beef. And rice, of course.

What do you plan on wearing? I haven’t planned it out yet. Definitely something comfy though, especially if I decide to only stay in.

What will you eat for lunch? Will be skipping it.

What will you eat for dinner? If my mom cooks it will probably be some type of pasta. My dad mixes his dishes up every time, so if he decides to be the one to make dinner I’m not sure what he has planned.

Will you have any snacks or treats? I’d love to be able to. My parents will sometimes whip something up in the afternoons, like pancakes or wicked Oreos. Should I decide to land in a coffee shop tomorrow or on Sunday, I will most likely pick up a savory pastry.

Who will talk to in person tomorrow? My immediate family for sure. < Same. I haven’t made plans to see friends recently.

Who will you text or call tomorrow? Out of all my friends, I’ll probably message Angela. Otherwise I have the day to myself tomorrow.

Did you have to work tomorrow? If so, what time is your work shift? Not during the weekend, thank fuck. There are some clients who are relentless and will continue to message over the weekend, but I ignore them.

Do you have to go to school? Nope. Couldn’t go to my university even if I wanted to.

Do you have to run any errands? If so, then where do you need to go? Not that I know of yet. < Same.

Name something you plan to watch tomorrow. I think it’s time for a new series, haha. Like I mentioned, probably Grey’s.

Name something you plan to read tomorrow. I’ve got nothing lined up. Maybe my usual Wikipedia binge as always.

Name an music artist that you plan on listening to tomorrow. Probably streaming the shit out of descansos.

Will you do anything different/atypical tomorrow? Is something non-routine supposed to happen? I actually haven’t picked up my embroidery kit since January. I wanna get back on it.

Will you hang out with anyone tomorrow? If so, then who - and what will you do? Just me and my dogs.

What is something fun that you hope to do tomorrow? I want to resume my embroidery templates and I already know how fun I’ll find that :)

What time might you go to bed? Again, just any time that’s extremely late because it’s the weekend.

[ohsh1t2wksl8]

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Dreams that Smolder

This is for Day 5 of smut week! It is a continuation from the previous stories so here is a link to ONE, TWO, THREE, and FOUR. If you’re enjoying the ungodly amount of plot, find me on ao3! My name is Polywantsanother.

“Like our first time? Is that a nice way of saying that I popped too quickly?” Zuko asked as they laid entwined in each other. Katara snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest.

“Pretty much, yeah.” She said. One arm held her closer to him while his other hand tilted her chin up so he could lean down and kiss her.

“You’re a butthead.” He said and relaxed, putting his head down on the pillow with a sigh.

“Do you think anyone is going to notice we’re gone?” She asked and Zuko sighed again, but this time he sounded more resigned.

“I got Uncle to cover for me, but I should head back down soon.”

“I think enough people saw me with Aang that I might be able to hide out here for the rest of the night.”

“You’re going to leave your poor Cousin alone to fend for himself?” Katara glared up at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Tenma can handle himself.”

“That’s what I’m worried about. He is too much like you and without some sort of supervision, I’m worried he might start some sort of international incident.”

“Tenma wouldn’t do that.”

“Isn’t he the one married to a man?”

“Oh no.” Katara jumped up and dashed around grabbing her clothes. “You don’t think anyone will ask about that, do you?”

“The Earth King did just get married. And Tenma does love his husband.”

“Aaaahhhhhhhhh.” Katara kept up the steady call as she hurriedly dressed.

Tenma was unapologetically in love with his husband. The Swamp and Great Lakes Tribes both recognized marriages that were, untraditional to the rest of the world. The problem was that the Foggy Swamp was located within the borders of the Earth Kingdom and were now currently embroiled in a political posturing. The United Water Tribes obviously had a claim on their people, but the actual land they lived on belonged to the Earth King.

And the Swamp Benders believed they were independent.

So any talk that was even slightly political, like same sex marriage, ultimately turned into the fight about independence.

They both dressed, assisting each other with clasps and ties, and kissed before Katara left first. She kept herself from running but felt her anxiety mount as she got closer to the ballroom, where she heard the clamor of voices.

Walking in, she found Tenma engaged in some sort of lively conversation with the Earth King. Amaq and the Kuei’s wife stood askance and watched.

As Katara got closer, she realized what they were talking about.

“So even though they’re really considered quite the nasty little beast,” Tenma said and picked up a glass from a roving servant. “Catgators are actually entertaining companions. Once they’re properly trained of course.”

“I said the same thing about Bosco!” Amaq turned as Katara approached and he reached out to her. Putting her hand on his forearm, she leaned in and they kissed each other on the cheek.

“Feeling better Katara?” He asked and Katara nodded.

“Yes, much improved.” She replied.

“You know, I had told Fu here,” Kuei said and turned to his wife. “That you two were going to become the power royal couple had you married.”

“Unfortunately, love matches are hard to come by in political marriages,” Amaq said and smiled over at Fu. “And not all of us are so lucky.” Fun smiled and a large blush spread across her face. Keui took her arm and kissed the top of her head.

“Or you just don’t have your marriage recognized by the rest of the world.” Tenma muttered and took a long drink from his cup. Katara pulled a face and stared at him. Tenma stared back. Katara glared harder and Tenma sighed. “I heard you are engaged again though Prince Amaq.” Now, Katara startled and looked up at Amaq.

“Yes, just this past season.” The prince said and Keui laughed.

“Well congratulations! Why isn’t she here?”

“Northern Water Tribe tradition. The woman doesn’t leave her household until the day of the wedding.”

Katara was surprised by the pang of jealously that broke through her. In the span of a dark season they had been engaged and broken up. She had told him that she had never really loved him and he had expressed his own thoughts on the matter.

How little of a choice he had as the adopted son of the royal family.

He was the only one besides Iroh who knew about her and Zuko, she trusted him that much.

And he hadn’t told her that he was engaged.

Katara shook herself and Tenma made another face, this time crossing his eyes at her.

“Those of us so happily married, or about to be, should probably not talk so loudly about it in front of my dear spinster cousin.” He said and Keui suddenly looked genuinely worried.

“I’m sorry Master Katara. I hope I did not offend.” He said and Katara bowed slightly.

“Not a worry. I have no intention of joining such a club of my elders.” She remarked and they all laughed.

“With my people, it is an unfortunate reality that the woman’s freedom goes away once she is married. And Katara is not the type to give such an aspect so easily.” Amaq said as he put a hand on her shoulder. “We are fortunate to have a Master among our people who is able to travel so far and she has done great work in strengthening the Tribes.”

“She is a wonderful ambassador.” Keui went silent as something caught his eye. “Though her friendships are still baffling.” Katara turned and saw Zuko entering the room. Iroh quickly approached them and they conferred.

“The Fire Lord did train the Avatar.” Katara remarked when the group turned back toward each other.

“Still, between him and his Uncle, Ba Sing Sae had seen better days.” Keui stated.

“I think if you were not in such a position of strength, you would come to see the Fire Lord’s empathy. He has been indispensable in reviving the South Pole. Without their trade agreements, we would be at a loss with certain materials.” Amaq explained. Quickly, the Prince turned the conversation toward Pole architecture and how they built the palace out of ice. That moved toward the Spirit Oasis at each Pole and Katara soon excused herself from the group.

The rest of the night was spent avoiding the Avatar and the Fire Lord, while trying not to cling to either Amaq or Tenma. Oddly, she found herself conversing a lot with Fu. While quiet, the woman was actually very well read and thoughtful, so they had a lot to talk about.

Most people retired early, since the first Council meeting was the next day. It was the first time Zuko was going to take a place at the table and Katara believed that everyone wanted to see how that would turn out.

Katara said her goodnights and walked back up to her room, once again alone. She smiled as she considered the closing of the day’s events.

When she moved to the bedroom, she recognized how the day still lingered. The sheets of the bed were still tousled, and there was the faint smell of their flesh. Katara stripped and let her clothes fall in a heap on the floor. Her luggage would be in the lobby by morning and she didn’t bother dressing up much for the Council anyways.

So she wriggled into the sheets and blankets, finding pleasure in the cool fabric as it rubbed against her skin. It had been a long day, with a long trip, and even longer claims to her patience. Sighing, Katara found herself exhausted and quickly falling asleep.

She did not notice the embers they had left behind. And during the night, they burned into her.

He came to her in a way he never had before. She woke, in her bed, to Zuko softly parting the blankets. He slipped into the bed and came to her.

Kissing her, Zuko took her lower lip between his teeth and sucked gently. His hand cupped her cheek and he pressed his fingers lightly into her neck. Katara could feel the warmth of his palm against her skin and she leaned into it. Angling himself, Zuko pushed his other arm under her and held her, moving the hand on her cheek to the back of her head.

He loved her hair, had said so over and over again, and Katara often smiled as he clutched at the thick waves, as he did now. His fingers curled in her hair and his mouth moved to her throat, and Katara was able to feel his breath.

Zuko was hot, every part of him was hot, and Katara felt herself softening under his touch. His lips were soft as he kissed a line down her throat. Nudging her, Zuko guided her onto her back while he laid on his side next to her.

“Beloved.” He said and traced a finger over her collarbone and down between her breasts. “You are the moon who shines in my sky.” He circled her navel and slowly moved back up. “You are the breath of my body.” His finger, fingers, moved over one breast and he rolled her nipple under his palm. “You are the water that sustains me.” He grabbed the mound of flesh and then slid his hand off, running each fingertip over her nipple as he moved. “Your love is the only food I need.” His finger moved up her throat and over her bottom lip.

Katara dipped her mouth down and caught his finger, biting it gently before sucking on it, flicking it with her tongue. Zuko smiled and pulled it free, leaning in to kiss her. His tongue, oddly, was cool and Katara could taste the remnants of the wine they had served that night.

With her mouth occupied, Zuko moved his hand down her body. He moved over her stomach and over her pelvis to her side. Gliding up her waist, Katara moaned into his mouth and he grabbed her. Pulling her to him, he kissed her harder, and she could feel more of him hardening at the other side of her hip.

“Zuko,” She whispered when he pulled away, his hand resting lightly now on her hip. “You are the sun and stars who light my life.” She guided his hand with hers to between her legs. “You are the fire that warms me.” She kept one hand on his and pushed on his fingers to push into her. “You are the ground that holds me.” She leaned up and ran her lips against his. “Your love shelters me from all danger.” She kissed his and urged his hand firmly against her.

He took to her instruction and his fingers slid in and out of her. His thumb moved in jerking motions to roll her clit and soon she was panting. Zuko leaned in and kissed her nipple, running his lips over the nub as it rose. He licked and sucked it, gently grazing it with his teeth occasionally.

“Would you do something for me?” He asked, his mouth suddenly at her ear. He sucked on her earlobe and Katara groaned. He ran his tongue up the edge of her ear and she sighed.

“Anything.”

“Mount me.”

“Of course.” There was a pause then, as they shifted. Zuko sat up, his back pressed against the headboard. He pulled Katara up to him and she straddled him. Zuko stared at her breasts and cupped them with both of his hands. She knew the women of the Poles ran bigger than any woman living in the Fire Nation, and they were darker too. Zuko’s thin pale hands stood out against the soft warmth of her hickory skin.

“Do you know what I love about this position?” He asked as Katara eased herself onto his cock. She moaned and her eyes fluttered close.

“What love?” She put her hands on his shoulders and took in a deep breath.

“Feeling your muscles as you move.” His hands ran up and down her back as he spoke and Katara grinned.

“Really? You love that?” She asked and looked at him. Zuko smiled and kissed her quickly.

“I didn’t say I loved it the most, but yeah.”

Katara rocked against him and Zuko made a sound deep in his throat.

“What about that?”

“That’s definitely up there.” Katara continued to rock against him, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against her inner walls. Zuko bent his head back and Katara leaned down to gently bite his exposed neck. Here she was able to lift up a little and move up and down the length of him. She kept her mouth on his throat and he groaned and grabbed her ass. She moved higher up his cock and paused there, her turn to nibble his ear.

“What about this?” She murmured.

“YeeAH.” As he spoke, Katara sat back down and took the length of him into her pussy. Zuko groaned as she repeated the movement.

“Katara.” He panted and pushed on her backside. Katara went back to rocking and Zuko kissed her. “You’re dreaming.”

“What?” Katara kept rocking but she looked him full in the face.

“Tell me something.” Zuko said and suddenly, it wasn’t dark. The room was filled with early morning sunlight and Katara could see dust floating in the air around her. “Do I still have my scar?”

Katara studied his face. “Zuko.”

She felt herself getting close and she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

“I love you.”

#zk smut week #zk smut week 2017 #zutara smut week #zutara smut week 2017 #their bodies lie upon the sheets #jax writes

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