#hi yes when I saw this edit I DIED of laughter

[aokoaoi]

could I request a ao'nung fic where the reader is a sully sister and when he takes lo'ak out beyond the reef she follows along and he panics when he gets back realising shes missing coz he secretly loveeeees her

thankuuu sm hope u have an amazing day!!!!!

ao'nung x fem!reader.

◗ pairing's :: ao'nung x fem!reader.

◗ warning's :: avatar the way of water spoilers. near death experience. mentions of near death. vulgar language.

◗ author's note :: i just feasted on a bunch of ao'nung edits, im still not full. ty for requesting<3!

Ao'nung bubbles with laughter with his friends as they returned to the village, one of the boys hands coming to give him a boyish pat on the shoulders before they all part ways. The chief's son walks on the paths of the woven materials, his eyes catching the sight of the Omaticaya mother frantically asking the whereabouts of her daughters presence.

The boy decided to listen in sneakily, hearing how you were following Lo'ak when he was going to apologize to Ao'nung and his other bruised friends. The grin on his face drops when he realized what happened, looking back at the direction where he lead Lo'ak outside the reefs.

Neteyam catches the sight of Ao'nung, his jaw clenching as he approached the chief's son with furiousness.

"You." The eldest son spat out, venom lacing his voice.

You spot Lo'ak underwater, holding his knife with one hand as he stands up for himself against the Akula swiftly swimming towards him. Before the Akula can get to him, you swam your Ilu towards him, snatching him from his place as the air was knocked out of his lungs in process.

He glances at the person who just saved him from his misery, and immediately see's his sister. He glanced behind you, seeing the Akula gaining on your tails faster. You ducked down into the water, and at the corner of his eyes he saw a ginormous sea creature harshly crush the Akula against a rock.

You feel the boy harshly twitching in your hold, making it known to you that he is losing air by seconds. You pulled your Ilu up, gesturing it to go back to the surface. You glanced at your brother, seeing him struggling to keep his breath as you both neared the surface of the water.

He faints in your hold just as soon as you both reached the air, leaving his body to limp by your side. You pulled him off you, two fingers coming up to his neck as toy checked his pulse. You panicked for a while, trying to lay down his body on your Ilu more properly so you can preform car on him.

Your eyes widened as the same large sea creature emerged from the water beside you, eyeing you with observing eyes. You see it emerged its fin from below you, making your Ilu yelp as it fried to escape from the Tulkun's fin, going back into the water. You held your brother in your arms as you were now sitting down on the Tulkun's fins, hesitantly placing him down on the fin.

The Tulkun makes a bellowing noise, and you flinched, nodding your head as if you understood what it said. You laid your brother beside you, hands placing on his chest as you started the compressions, remembering what your father said to you just in case something happened.

After thirty chest compressions, you pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing into his mouth two times before going back to chest compressions. After a few while, Lo'ak finally comes back, choking the water out of his mouth as he harshly let's out a gasp. He shifts in his position, looking around his surroundings with wide eyes.

"Oh, thank Eywa." You sighed, looking at him in concern. "Brother, are you alright?" You placed a hand on his back, watching as he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Am I in heaven..?"

You pursed your lips with a tired sigh, shaking your head. "No, you skxawng. What were you thinking?" You scolded him, contemplating whether or not you should slap him. He only groans, rolling his eyes, "Sis, I almost died and the first thing you do is act like dad?"

"Yes! Idiot, why in the ever living hell would you go outside the reefs with that boy?" You continued to scold him out of worry. You stopped when you see him look down, as if tired by your antics.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just worried for you." You apologized with a sigh, rubbing his arm reassuringly. He nods, looking at you. "How did you know where we went?" He then asks you, curios as well.

"I followed you."

"Yikes." He winced, embarrassed of the fact you probably heard the reason why he went out the reefs with Ao'nung. You were both distracted by a sound of another bellowing, and Lo'ak shifts closer to you, as if frightened by the sound.

"Holy shit." His eyes followed the sight of the Tulkun's body, eyes wide as he continued to stick close to you. "You're a tulkun." He says, looking at the creature in awe. He turns to you, slightly grinning as if saying 'are you seeing this?'

You chuckled at him, looking at the Tulkun in amusement as well. "You saved our life. Thank you." The boy says, nearing the Tulkun to look at it in the eyes. He signs the words either his hands, repeating his gratefulness to express it to the Tulkun.

The Tulkun let's out a few animalistic sounds, making you and your brother share a laugh. "Buddy, I have no idea what you just said" He states, smiling at the Tulkun. Then the Tulkun looks at the stub on his fin, making you notice of it as well.

"Oh, poor thing." You cooed sympathetically, touching the Tulkun's fins as if comforting him. "They hurt you, didn't they?" You questioned the Tulkun, watching as he made more noises as if communicating. You and Lo'ak looked at eachother, as if thinking the same thing.

"We'll try to pull it out." Lo'ak says, raising one foot up in a more comfortable position. Lo'ak tried to pull out the rusty stub, but was unfortunately getting jambed. You dropped yourself into the water, swimming down into the Tulkun's fin as you neared the end of the stub. You grabbed the attachment of it, twisting it around until it was off.

You swam back into the surface, watching as Lo'ak pulled off the thing, throwing it down at the pits of the ocean. Lo'ak emerged from the water, smiling at the Tulkun. "Friends?" He says, signing his words at the creature.

The animal let's out low raspy whistles, and Lo'ak grinned. "That's right, we're friends!" He laughs. You grinned at their interaction, but that grin immediately fell when you were pushed down into the water by the Tulkun's fins. You looked at Lo'ak, confused, you both turned to the Tulkun as it swam in a circle, letting out the same whistling the Ilu's make.

You clapped at the Tulkun's actions, smiling delightly as you were amused.

You were laying on the Tulkun's back after a tiring day spent with him and Lo'ak, looking up at the stars as you listened to him and the creature talk.

"You know, my dad came from the star. That one, right there." He points at one of the stars. You looked at where ge was pointing as well, smiling at the mention of your dear father. You turned on your belly, caressing the Tulkun's back with a delighted grin as you heard it let out small whistles.

"Lo'ak!" Your ear twitched at the yell, looking at the direction to where it came from. You turned to see a few clan members and their Tsurak or Ilu's, their torches exposing their locations. You snapped to look at Lo'ak, patting him in the shoulder.

"Lo'ak, we've got to go."

He looks at you confused, "Why?" He questioned, upset. You bobbed your head at the directions of the clan searching for you two. And in timing your name was loudly called out.

"Go, I will see you again." Lo'ak signed at the Tulkun, rushing his movements as you walked off the Tulkun's back. You hopped on the rocks, waving at the crowed swatching for you as you acted less suspicious as you could. "Over here!"

The clan turned at the sound of your call. Two skimwings neared you and Lo'ak, and it revealed to be your father and another Metkayina man. You looked down from your father's gaze, ears drooping down. "(name), are you alright?"

You nod at his question, glancing to sew Lo'ak take a ride behind the Metkayina man's skimwing. You hear your father sighs, his arm coming across your shoulders as he walks you to his skimwing.

...

You watched as Lo'ak approached Ao'nung, slightly glaring at him. Your father intervened between him before your brother could do anything while you tried your best to get off the skimwing without passing the creature off. You hopped on the canoe they were standing on, equally as pissed as Lo'ak.

"He's fine, just a few scratches." Your father informs after checking your brother. Your mother then emerged from the crowed, walking up to you. "Oh, my child." She looked at you, looking all over your body as if looking for an injury.

You shyed away from her hold, "I'm fine, ma." You gritted out, gently pulling her hand away from you. She does a full shift in persona, now looking at you furiously, "What were you thinking? You were supposed to look after your brother." She growls.

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

"No. My son knows better then to take them outside the reef," Tonowari speaks up, placing a hand on his son, forcing him to kneel down. "The blame is his." You looked down at Ao'nung's form, feeling slightly guilty, but then again you were petty and he did almost get your brother murdered.

"No, this is not Ao'nung's fault. This was my idea." Your eats twitched at Lo'ak's words, looking at him with slightly wide eyes. "Ao'nung tried to talk me out of it."

You pursed your lips as the parents of both sons looked at you, feeling small under their gazes. You sighed and took your brother's arms, dragging him away from the scene. You walked away with Lo'ak, not sparing the useless lectures from your father as he was only probably gonna bring Lo'ak down again, just like recent times already.

At the corner of your eye, you see Ao'nung approaching you two. "Why did you speak for me?" He walks beside you, glancing at your brother. "Because I know what it's like to be one big disappointment." Your brother says.

You glanced at the boy beside you, watching as his eyes scanned your body as if looking for something. You huffed, pushing your brother, as he was now standing between you and Ao'nung.

"Don't speak to me. I despise you." Your harsh words made Ao'nung wince, his steps slightly faltering as he tried to have a conversation with you. He stands in front of you, holding is hand between the space both of you had, stopping you in your tracks.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know I messed up." You only scoffed at his words. "Your apologies mean nothing to me. You almost got my brother killed, I mean, who does that?" You looked at him increasingly, still upset.

"I was feeling petty yesterday, and it was childish for me to do that. Fucked up too, but i swear im trying to change."

"How you change your actions has nothing to do with me. Basic decency is practiced ever since childhood, but despite being fifteen, you still act like a child." You hissed, trying to get past him. He blocked your way again, and when you went past another direction, he blocked you again.

"I know you think I'm a selfish asshole—"

"Congrats on being self-aware."

"But I am actually sorry. Genuinely sorry. What happened yesterday snapped something inside me, and it made me want to change how I act. I don't wanna be a disappointment anymore." You looked at him up and down, raising a brow as you crossed your arms.

"You should be apologizing to my brother instead." You stated, voice slightly low. Ao'nung nods, "I already did." You hummed at his words, your eyes slightly squinting.

"Well if you wanna change your shitty personality, you better go on your merry way and start working on it." You waved him off, patting him on the shoulder before you left. Ao'nung slumps as he watched you walk away, hearing the bushes near the trees rustle.

"How'd it go, bro?" Rotxo emerged from the bushes, looking at the boy excitedly. Yes, he's also the reason why Ao'nung approached you and started apologizing. Sometimes, Rotxo gaslights.

"Horrible. She called me a child, selfish asshole, and called my personality shitty." Rotxo tries to hide his snickers as his friend repeats your words, earning a slap from the back of the head by Ao'nung.

"Well I mean, she never lies, soo..?"

Ao'nung glared at his friend, unamused because of how Rotxo was acting right now. "Look, if you want (name) to notice you, don't be a try hard. She has enough of those kinds of boys begging for her attention right now."

"I don't want her to notice me, Rotxo, I want her to forgive me." Ao'nung pinched the boy slightly, sighing when he realized Rotxo had no clue what his goals for you are.

The shorter boy slowly nods his head in realization. A few beats of silence passed, and Rotxo had already came out of the bush. The boy gives the chief's son a boyish pat on the shoulders, "Well, I can't relate to you right now bro, so I've got no advice for you."

Ao'nung groaned, glaring at the boy as he cheekily walked away.

© aokoaoi

[pink-waves-world]

Characters and Listeners Incorrect Quotes - Scythe Audios Edition

I was so patiently waiting for an episode of Atrocity series until my day was ruined when I saw the news. I was eager to see L.L and discover her powers, but noooo 😒. I wish for Scythe only the best and take his time.

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Siren, watching Sweet Cheeks: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Sweet Cheeks, so demure…

Siren: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?

Sweet Cheeks: *screaming*

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Twinkle: Okay, help me, please!

Maverick: Got two words for you.

Twinkle: I bet they won't be helpful.

Maverick: Your problem.

Twinkle: I was right.

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V: You know, I used to play back in my gory days.

Cherky: You mean glory days?

V: Ah, that too.

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Livana: I mean. Gray's just standing there now.

Alpha: Waiting for me, I guess.

Alpha: But it's okay, I think they've pretty much settled down.

Livana: Settled down?

Alpha: Well, they only stabbed me once.

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Twinkle, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Cheeky: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Cheeky: Here you go.

Twinkle:

Cheeky:

Succubus: Why am I here?

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Goddess: Everyone thinks you suck.

Twinkle: I think you have the wrong number…

Goddess: Cheeky?

Twinkle: Nope. Twinkle.

Goddess: Well, you probably suck too…

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Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.

L: Which one? I have seven.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

L: Which one? I have seven.

V, distantly: HEY!!!

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Twinkle: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?

Maverick: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

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Marcus: Time for plan G.

Kreed: Don’t you mean plan B?

Marcus: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Cole: What about plan D?

Chosen: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Kreed: What about plan E?

Marcus: I’m hoping not to use it. Floofster dies in plan E.

Cole: I like plan E.

Floofster: D:

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Hunter: Just be careful, Demon Girl!

Demon Girl: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Hunter!

Demon Girl: It's everything around me that's careless.

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Killian: I have a plan.

Julian: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.

Killian: …

Julian: …

Killian: I no longer have a plan.

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Dark Rose: I'm going to get myself some soup.

Vallakay: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot.

Dark Rose: Pfft, I won't burn myself.

*30 seconds later*

Dark Rose, entering the room: I burned myself.

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Alpha: Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego.

Alpha: My facebook photo is a landscape.

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Twinkle: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Atrocity: Little Love, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?

Little Love: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?

Atrocity: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

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Jay Jay: Twinkle, I got suspended from school…

Twinkle: WHAT?!?! What did you do?

Jay Jay: My teacher pointed at me with a ruler, and he said “there is an idiot at the end of this ruler”.

Twinkle: And…?

Jay Jay: I asked which end…

Twinkle, unable to contain their laughter: Okay, you just made my day.

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Next: Siren's Son ASMR

[screwzara]

Boboiboy: So Ali how come you don't use I.R.I.S. anymore?

Ali, sheepish: Well *proceeds to explain the VERY traumatising events of Ejen Ali The Movie: Misi Nero*

Ali: And then I kinda saw my mom -

Bbb, horrified *hysterical whisper shouting*: Oh my god do I call Malaysian CPS, should I call Malaysian CPS?!

Yaya, Ying, Gopal, Fang, horrified as well and maybe going into medical shock: YES, YOU SHOULD!

Bbb: Should I call my MOM!!?

Ali, who seriously believes that M.A.T.A won't stand a chance against the righteous rage of Karin Hannah binti Muhammad Hussain AKA Most Terrifying Attorney In South East Asea AKA Auntie Kar: Wait abang, just take a deep breath and -

Bbb: STOP. DOES YOUR DAD KNOW YOUR MOM DIED LIKE THAT?! MY PARENTS TOLD ME SHE DIED IN A CAR ACCIDENT. DOES YOUR DAD KNOW ANYTHING????!!!?

Ali, desperately trying to stop a civil war between his family and M.A.T.A: NO, but please don't tell them. Have mercy abang M.A.T.A won't survive them!

BBB, scared, shocked and angry: I don't want them to survive!

Bbb: *Starts screaming in Koncho*

Ali: *Tries to calm BBB in Koncho.

Meanwhile the young agents are kinda watching the ordeal like Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Alicia wonders if her father will loose his job because of this.

Meanwhile the Mentor -Bakar, because Bbb makes a good point. Know who Auntie Karin is and are preparing to be sued.

What do you think?

*laughing my ass off*

Bbb bouta get M.A.T.A shut down XD

But his reaction is reasonable, M.A.T.A is dead fr

I imagine the M.A.T.A agents didn't know who bbb's mom(is the name you mentioned her canon name or am i missing something? Sorry) was so they got confused then Uncle Bakar later came in and quietly explained to them who she was(god I'm dying from laughter rereading this conversation)

Edit: bbb's friends also likely don't know who his mom is(cuz i've never seen him talk about his mom in the series that much) so imagine their surprise when they find out who his mom is

[panelshowsource]

yes on the 28th!! i'm excited because ALISON HAMMOND!!! every day i'm like whyyy do we not have her on more panel shows she is everything!

victoria spoke about it on her episode of taskmaster the podcast :)

all i know is she's been looking fly as ever — like always! but if she's changing things up a lil then good for her 😌

i would like to anon but they didn't rly have that many moments together on the show, like of substance that make a good gifset 😩 i did do these two! do you have another moment in mind?

omg YES LMAO

richard is so hilariously subtly shady, i love when someone makes the most wrong guess ever (usually during tablet games like the rich list and i'm terrible at dating) and richard does a very obvious scoff-chuckle and goes "yeah? [raises eyebrows knowingly] well [stifled laughter] you never know! let's see if that's right [stifled laughter]" like it just cracks me up — because somehow he's not smug at all despite being mr big brains and someone who teases others a lot

one thing i love about hog is how much richard loves hog — like, that's his baby, he loves doing that show, and he is so obviously having the most fun every single week, which makes it even more fun for us imo!

wow great question!

i have a lot of nostalgic love for comedy world cup — i love david tennant, he's so affable and very funny and a lovely host, and i think that format had legs even if it didn't make it in the end. also from around that time i remember liking mad mad world on itv, which was suddenly cancelled mid run? with paddy mcguinness, rhys darby, rufus hound... —

sorry to digress for a second but remember on some recent podcast ep when sam campbell was like "what's rufus hound up to" and i think it was ed gamble who laughed his ass off lmaooo i feel like there's rufus hound tea out there but idk what it is. anyways

— ...i would love to check it out again but i can't find it! i'll work on that 🤔 then, of course, you have been watching hosted by charlie brooker. it would not have been as strong a format if it wasn't for charlie writing the show and clearly having many topics & rants he wanted to go in for, but i loved that series and saw quite a few comedians/personalities, including vcm, josie long, holly walsh, and peter serafinowicz, there for the first time :')

looks like i had a lil trip down memory lane!

i think it's great! i'm not crazy about dylan llewellyn — i am not super into derry girls, and i felt, at times, his acting was lesser than the others' in a distracting way? is that just me? — but it hardly ruined the show or anything. the cast has GREAT chemistry and jon pointing is a standout (though he doesn't pass for his 20s at all lmao), and i love seeing izuka hoyle who i loved in boiling point and is so(!) gorgeous. tv comedy lives and dies on its editing, and big boys really understands its structure and its beats. i'd also say it strikes a rare balance in its absurdity and its sincerity, which is some of my favourite ever kind of film & tv. god, i just love sad boi comedy. or sad anything. i'm a "let's watch this and cry🤩" kind of person no matter my mood LOL

btw did you see victoria coren mitchell also loved big boys?

sure anon i put it on google drive here :)

i'm not going to host this one but you can request it here and someone will definitely have it to share with you asap! sorry for the inconvenience but lmk if you have any questions :)

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[youngeditor1999]

HELL YES TO ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!

I absoutley screeched when Gio showed up in 4x18!! I loved how Betty flashed him and that's how they were reunited after at least a year and a half (being as prior to that, the last time we saw Gio was 3x2. Maybe 3x3...) 😂😝

Also, when they were on their walk together towards the end of that episode, he made an intresting comment about how even back when they were a thing, he could always sense that Betty's heart belonged to someone else. Becasue of what else had been going on at the time, I think that a lot of people thought that he was referring to Henry, but upon further reflection, I fully believe that he was actually talking about Daniel, even if Betty and the audience didn't realize it!!

The other reason why I love Gio so g.d. much is because he pushed Betty out of her comfort zone and challenged her to try new things/reclaim a part of herself that had been missing for a long time. The very first episode he was in, he and Betty had that whole conversation about her working on her writing and it was partially becasue of his encouragement that she actually signed up for that creative writing class!! (By the way, he mean professor's "You're up, crappy!" still make me howl with laughter to this day. I know that it's bad that he called Betty crappy, but it's funny because while it seems a little unrealistic, it also makes perfect sense that a rude professor would for real say that to a poor student.)

Moving on, I know exactly what you mean about how the show stuck to it's telenovla orgins while also still making everything have a very "Hey, that could happen to me!" feel to it. All of the things that everybody went through was for sure dramatic, but take away the dramaticness of it all and you're left with true and real situations. Examples: When Ignacio had to go back to Mexico, when the Meade's were adjusting to Alexis and what that all meant, when Santos died, when Amanda was searching for her father, when Mark's mom visited him...so many storylines throughout the seasons that had dramatic elements but as you said, still also felt really grounded.

Ok, and so now to jump to the Captain of the Detty Ship:

Claire was the number one shipper even before those iconic season 4 moments!!! The thing that sticks out to me the most when it comes to this aspect is from "Tornado Girl" when Betty had to hire a sky writer to get Daniel's attention. He had just come back after meeting Molly for the first time and told his mom that he was thinking about a girl. I can't remember what Claire exactly said, but she mentioned something about, "Is it Betty?" And of couse Daniel was confused a.f. before Betty's skywriting bit was revealed. Like, ok, it's clear that Claire was probably only talking about the skywriting, as she had seen it before he had, but the fact that she asked in the first place if he was thinking about Betty...!! Oh, my heart. 💓

Also, while we're on the topic of "Tornado Girl"...that episode is SO IMPORTANT in understanding just how much Daniel cares for and respects Betty. He 'fessed up and told everyone about what he had done to save Betty from public humilation. And the way he made sure to catch her eye through the crowd so that he could mouth "I'm sorry"?!?!? Daniel, please. Make it less obvious that you totally heart Betty. 🥺😭🤧😍����

Alright, next topic:

I forgot to say this in my original response, but I have read that article before!!!! It had been a hot minute, but I definetly remember it!!!!!! I vividly recall reading it for the first time in high school on my school-issued iPad when I was supposed to be paying attention to whatever class I was in 😂😎✌🏻💖

It was amazing to re-read though and I just love how much effort was put into it. (:

And as for that video...!!

That I had never seen before 😳😵🥴

I thought that I had seen every UB edit out there, but apperantly not!!

Anyway, it was an amazing video; I can see why it's your favorite!!!!!!! Everything about it was so good and really well put together. It made me cry and have lots of feelings and wow, I just loved it so freakin' much!!!!!!!!!

Last but not least, I always rewatch random episodes whenever I feel like it and once a year do a total episode-by-episode, in order rewatch.

That being said, while every season and episode has funny moments, some of the most best ones happened in season 2. I just rewatched the one where it's Gio's first episode and Betty has to get the fancy wheelchair for Daniel, not yet knowing that he's being a big faker. The part where she says, "I don't know" when Daniel asks her how to stop and then how she just let's Daniel run into the table is comedy gold!!!

Also from that same episode: When Betty tilted her chair back to get a snack from the refreshment table behind her and everything fell over. 😂 Marc's loud whisper of "Don't worry, no one noticed." was the perfect cherry on top!!

And!! How can we forget the way that Wilhelmina pounded on Bradford's chest while screaming, "Don't you DARE DIE!!!" 😂 That's a little dark, I know, but it's also so totally her and I'm glad that the writers did that!!

More funny moments that were not in season two but I really enjoy are:

1). When Betty stayed up all night to create her YETI magazine and then visited Daniel at his hotel the next day. She was telling him about all of the coffee she had had plus an enegry drink called Viper Strike. "The drink that bites back!" The way Daniel half playfully mocked her by saying "I don't think that you came over here to talk about Viper Strike." is still so very hilarous to me, especially because Eric used his stuffy/sick voice, so it sounded hella funny.

2). When Betty won the Blobby and got super loud and excited after just telling Marc that she doesn't carry on in loud manners. The GIF you picked of him screaming is everything!! Of course I know that he only did that because of what Betty had done earlier in the episode, but it's still funny to me, especailly becasue of Wilhelmina's "This is not The Price is Right." comment. 😅

Anyway...!!!!!!!!

I know that I didn't have to respond again, but I wanted to because I still just have so many thoughts about this amazing show. It was important to me that I shared them with you (and the rest of our followers lmao). 🤗

I JUST NOW NOTICED THAT ONE OF THE GIFS IN YOUR HEADER IS OF BETTY SUAREZ FROM THE FINAL SCENE OF UGLY BETTY!!!!!!!!!! *insert screaming cat and Kermit heart images here*

Betty is so special and important to me!! She's one of my most favorite characters ever and I love how 13 years after the series finale, she hasn't been forgotten about. 🥺🥹😭🤧💗💓💞

OMG! It makes my heart so happy to hear that you are also an Ugly Betty fan! What are some of your favorite episodes/moments? 👀

I adore Betty Suarez & Co. I do a series rewatch every year, it’s my favorite comfort show. It was canceled prematurely, and I'm still waiting for my Ugly Betty reunion movie.

I've been a huge fan of America Ferrera since "Real Women Have Curves," but Betty Suarez is my ultimate favorite of her roles. Like you, Betty is just so special to me. I'm always telling people to watch the show (many mutuals on Tumblr will attest to this 😂). I talk about the show so much you'd think it was still airing. I started a new job five months ago, and just last week, I was having lunch with one of my new colleagues, and she saw my Ugly Betty Pop figure on my desk (I commissioned it, and it's one of the best gifts I've ever given myself tbh). When she saw it, we spent half of our lunch discussing our favorite scenes. Ugly Betty is essentially my friendship litmus test lol.

Betty is my favorite fictional character of all time, no contest. But I also want to shout out the ensemble because WOW. The entire cast was incredible and hilarious. The show was a true dramedy; I was often in tears, either from laughter or an emotional storyline. Judith Light AND Vanessa Williams? ICONS. Michael Urie and Becki Newton? What a DYNAMIC DUO. Ana Ortiz and Mark Indelicato? PERFECTION. Eric Mabius? The TALENT. Daniel could have easily been such a vacuous character, but Eric gave him a depth that surprised me. Plus, his chemistry with America?? EPIC. I loved Betty and Daniel so much (shout out to the bridge scene in 1x13!).

I often wonder how unhinged I would have been if Tumblr had existed when the show was airing. My enthusiasm over your ask indicates that I would have been absolutely bonkers and loved every minute of it. 😆

If you're interested, this is my favorite Detty fanvid edit and my favorite Detty article. I loved their friendship through season 3 and didn't ship them romantically until about season 4. While watching the ATX reunion panel in 2016, I realized that Eric was also Team Detty, and I so wish we could have seen what happened next!

Anywho, I've rambled enough lol. Thank you so much for giving me a reason to shout about my all-time favorite character/show!! 😁💜

[setaflow]

More canon than the actual show

[emithecharmer]

Meeting their long distance girlfriend for the first time (Edited)

Chan (Met due to Hannah)

Your flight had just landed and you quickly took out your phone to text your boyfriend.

'We landed.'

'Oh my gosh you're in Korea, you're so close oh my gosh!!'

You laughed at his enthusiasm before getting your bag from above you, and slowly getting off the plane. You made your way out of the doors to baggage claim and saw him there, eagerly waiting for you. You started making your way towards him but before you could take a full 3 steps he raced towards you, crushing you in a bear hug.

"Hi." He said nuzzling into your neck.

"Hi.." You sighed a little bit, running your fingers through his hair as your hugged him back tightly.

You two broke away from the hug for a second, but when you made eye contact he hugged you again..

"Hm?" You hummed, confused.

"Just wanna hold you for a while."

"Hold me later, I don't want us to start cuddling in an airport." He laughed as you two went to collect your bags.

Minho

You didn't tell him you were in Korea, you had to constantly act like it was still your time zone, even if it was light outside. You had made arrangements with Han, wanting to surprise your boyfriend, they had around a month of rest and relaxation. He had talked to you about it but you'd convinced him that you had too many things going on at school, however, you were on your break, but he didn't know that. Changbin and Han had picked you up from the airport last night, trying to be as sneaky as possible, although it was hard when neither of them can keep their mouths shut.

It was finally time for you to see him, you had gotten food for the boys and Han convinced them that he'd ordered it. You heard Minho complain that he had to get the door but when he opened the door his jaw dropped.

"Hi- AHHH!!" You burst out in surprised laughter at his high pitched scream, honestly never heard anything like it. He grabbed the food and put it in the house before gathering you in his arms, making sure you were real.

"You're here?!" "Mhm!" "In Korea!" "Yes." "Holy sh-"

You cut him off with another hug, and he peppered kisses along the top of your head. The rest of the night was filled with you getting to know the boys, and Minho not letting you out of his sight.

Changbin

'Can I kiss you?' That was the last text you'd received from him, before your stupid phone decided to die. You audibly groaned when your plane took off, hoping and praying he wouldn't get upset or sad.

As soon as your plane landed you checked again but to no avail. You got your bags and went outside, seeing a black van that looked familiar, you tried to check it without getting too close, but it was a bit awkward.

"Y/n?" You heard your boyfriend from behind you.

"Binnie oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! My stupid phone died before I could say yes and it wouldn't-" He cut you off by bringing you closer to him, holding your hips right against his.

"So it's a yes?"

"Of course." That's all he needed to press his lips against yours, holding your face so gently it felt like feathers on it.

You two probably scarred his driver with how much you two kissed in the car, especially with him exaggerating after every one.

Hyunjin

His parents actually flew you out. They noticed how much he loved you and wanted to surprise him, so after getting you from the airport they went to go meet him. They had Kkami as well and decided you'd come out holding him.

You quickly arrived at the place and started freaking out, the language barrier was difficult between his parents and you but you managed to make it work, calming down quickly. They got out of the car and hugged Hyunjin, you saw the sweet smile on his face and smiled at his happiness, before grabbing Kkami and giving him a pep talk.

"We're friends ok? Make me look good infront of your dad please?" You could see Hyunjin looking in the car, probably wondering why they didn't already take Kkami out, before slowly exiting from the opposite side. Making your way around the car and finally infront of your boyfriend, who's jaw was all but dropped. His dad grabbed Kkami from you before Hyunjin claimed you in the tightest hug you'd ever experienced.

"You're here.." He whispered so quietly you could barely hear it.

"Mhm, you- Aw you're crying, don't cry!" You quickly wiped his teary eyes, his parents leaving you two alone for a bit.

"I'm not letting you go for this entire trip ok? You're staying by me the whole time." He kissed your cheeks and held you for a couple more minutes before you went back to his parents and got formally introduced.

Han

You two were supposed to meet at a cafe, but the man behind you was playing some sort of game and would not shut up. You texted Han about it and he said to tell him to be quiet, you weren't going to but then all of a sudden the man let out a yell and it hurt your ears.

"Sir could you-.... I don't know if we can continue this relationship hannie." The man, who as it turned out to be, was your boyfriend, was all but mortified.

"Was I really loud?" You nodded as he apologized and you two hugged, you expected to sit next to him but he pulled you in to his lap.

"We're in public.."

"Yeah, but this is the first time I'm seeing you in person, I'm not letting that go to waste." You laughed a bit before looking at the game he was playing.

"Oh my brother likes that game!" He smiled at your before kissing your neck softly, putting the phone down and turning around a bit so you faced the river. He held you in place on his lap, peppering you in kisses on your cheeks or neck every couple minutes. Relishing in your presence and the feeling of peace you gave him.

Felix

You two were meeting at a mall, which wasn't very ideal for your first time in Korea.

*Call*

"Felix I have no idea where anything is."

"Oh shi- I forgot about that part. Do you know where you are?"

"The entrance I think, maybe the exit."

"Be right there."

He hung up and a few minutes later you noticed a guy with hair flopping all over the place headed full speed toward you. You knew it was your boyfriend so you opened up your arms just in time for him to run into them.

"Aish, sorry, I completely forgot baby." You smiled and waved it off.

"It's fine, I'm just glad you're here." You both smiled at each other before he leaned into you.

"Can we kiss, or is it too soon." He asked. You smiled a bit as your cheeks flushed pink.

"Sure.." He leaned in further and brought both of your lips together in a sweet kiss.

"That was my first kiss." He whispered as you pulled away.

"Mine too don't worry." You two hugged again before he pulled you into the mall.

"There's this store you'll absolutely love here.."

Seungmin

The members all convinced him that they were doing a live, however it was just a video for them, to make fun of his reaction.

So when you walked into the room and his eyes immediately started watering they got a bit scared. He bolted up from his seat and went to you, holding you in his arms, while you stroked his hair.

"Baby..."

"I'm here Minnie." He smiled and pulled away from your neck, just enough so you were face to face.

"I love you."

"I love you too honey." You replied, making the boys all 'Awe' except for Minho, who was trying but failing to not smile. Your boyfriend pulled you into his lap as the boys left, leaving you two to talk about what had been going on lately with their break.

Jeongin

You were unloading groceries you'd gotten from the store, and putting it into the hotel fridge when you heard a knock at your door. Peeping through the peephole, and checking your makeup in the mirror, you opened it, too see all 8 members of SKZ but in the middle was your boyfriend, who ran into your arms as soon as the door was open.

You noticed his shoulders heaving up and down and slowly rubbed his back before pulling away, wiping the tears building up as he smiled.

"Hi.."

"Hi.."

"They're awkward."

"Hyung!" You laughed at the banter between the two friends before you invited them all in.

"No it's alright, just wanted to make sure he arrived safely, have fun."

"Not too much thou- ow!"

"Shut up Han." Your boyfriend quickly shut the door after you said goodbye and kissed you, taking you by surprise.

"Sorry, I wanted to do that since you opened the door!" You laughed and hugged him again, both of you flopping onto the bed for a cuddle session, while watching an old Korean children's animated show.

[kireimarkeu]

To You; l.dh

+another repost! did not make any changes to this work :) p.s this is one of my fav fics i have written :)

summary; bored in quarantine, your boyfriend decides to film himself telling you how much he loves you.

3k words

this was like… ½ edited LMFAO so there might,,, be mistakes…??? this was so tiring to make omfg, enjoy!! lol 

also i mixed the name donghyuck and haechan bc i couldn’t choose one lmfao ok!!! bye gn enjoy!! :)))))))

warnings: there’s a word f*t in it

+Day 1 3:34PM

Haechan adjusted the camera, making sure he could be seen. Once he was sure the camera was reflecting him properly, he leaned back against his gaming chair. 

“Um,” your boyfriend started, looking everywhere but the camera. “This is awkward,” he says, looking back at the camera.

“I started this, since we won’t be able to see each other for a month- because of quarantine,” he explains, “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing right now,” he laughs. 

After a few minutes of pure silence, your boyfriend opened his mouth to continue speaking, “I just feel like— I never really show much love to you?” 

There were times where your boyfriend would purposely avoid saying ‘I love you’ or avoid holding your hands whenever the both of you were outside. Honestly, you didn’t really mind, knowing Donghyuck was never the type to show affection. 

“It’s hard,” he says truthfully, “The boys knows how much I love you, and it sucks that I don’t know how to show you— or tell you, that I love you.”

Haechan bit his lips nervously, “and, I think this video is- or will prove that I love you?”

He wasn’t sure if he was even making sense at this point. 

Your boyfriend groaned, throwing his head back, covering his face with his hands. After a while, he looked back at the camera, “you know what, babe? Just watch the whole thing, okay?”

+Day 4 11:47PM

“Hi,” he smiles, letting out a huff, “this is kinda late, I spent the whole night playing games,” he says guiltily, playing with his fingers, looking away from the camera.

He knows that you didn’t like it when he would stay up until ungodly hours just to play games with his friends. You hated how he would put his health aside just to play games. 

He brings his hands up to brush his wet hair. 

“Uh,” he sighs out loud, pouting. “I feel bad for staying up late last night, so I’m going to spend the whole night with you today,” he laughs. 

Another moment of silence pass. 

“I don’t know what to say,” he whines. 

He sat there in silence, staring at the ground, figuring out on what to say. Should he tell you about his day?

“Well, I woke up at 5PM today,” he tells you, “I ate dinner with my family— mom cooked chicken today!” he says happily, “Then, I went to call you for a bit because I missed you a little too much,” he pouts. 

He scratched his head, “then I showered and now this-“ he says, pointing to the camera. 

“Um, it has been 4 days and I miss you too much,” he says truthfully, “facetiming isn’t working, I think I’m going crazy,” he laughs. 

+Day 5 7:38PM

He was talking halfway, talking about how much he admires you when his phone started ringing. 

“Oh?” he turns around to grab his phone from his bed. A smile formed on his face when he saw you facetiming him. 

He turned to the camera to show his screen, “Baby, you’re calling me,” he giggles before quickly answering to your facetime. 

“Channie~” you whine cutely when your boyfriend answered your facetime, “what are you doing, hyuckie?”

Usually, your boyfriend would complain whenever you would speak in a cute voice, but he secretly likes it. He secretly likes being babied. 

He looks at the camera that was recording the both of you. 

“Nothing,” he lies, “why did you call me, loser?”

You huff, raising your arms so he could see you laying on the bed. “I’m bored, hyuckie~ entertain me~”

He leans back on his chair, “wanna play games with me?”

Your face beam at his words, “Okay! I’ll get my X-Box ready now.”

Your boyfriend was the one who bought for you the X-Box. Well, it was an old version, but you loved it, nonetheless. It wasn’t like you played daily— you only played with boyfriend. 

“I’ll call you in 5, baby,” he tells you, already walking over to turn on the tv. 

“Kay, bye-bye, love you, Hyuckie,” you say in a baby voice, bringing your phone closer to press your lips on the camera. 

Donghyuck scrunched his nose in disgust, “yeah, yeah,” he says before ending the call. 

He quickly grab the camera that was still recording, he moved the camera closer to press a kiss, “I love you too, y/n.”

+Day 7 3:01PM

“Do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear— Oh my gosh, I feel like a youtuber,” he cackles. He shook his head, focusing back to what he was saying. 

“So, do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear?” he asks, “wait,” he says, standing up to grab the tiny teddy bear that was sitting on his bed. 

You had bought him the bear during your 200th day with him. Donghyuck didn’t really give the reaction you wanted. 

“Do you not like it?” you had asked him, disappointment laced in your voice. You didn’t dare look at him, upset with yourself that you had bought something that he didn’t like. 

“No, no!” he quickly replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, the other holding the tiny bear. “I love it,” he says. 

You knew it was a lie. He didn’t seem to like it. 

“I love it,” he says, “I know I didn’t show like I did at that time, but I need it with me every time I go to bed.” 

He scratches his head, regretting his actions that has had happened months ago. 

“No one has ever bought me a bear before,” he explains, “and when you bought it for me, it just felt— I felt, I felt happy? I felt fulfilled? Do you know what I mean?” 

“I really wanted to tell you that I loved your present, especially when you had bought me another present a few days later,”

‘it was to make up for the previous present’ was your reason. 

It broke his heart when you said that while handing him a couple bracelet. He wanted to tell you how much he loved your gift, but it was so hard for him. 

“I hated myself for not being able to tell you the truth, it’s hard—and it still is,” he sighs, “I hope by doing this, I can assure you that I love you..?” 

+Day 10 9:34PM

He was in the middle of filming himself when his mother comes in. 

“Donghyuck-ah, what are you doing? Do you want some fruits?” his mother asks, looking at his son, not noticing the camera perched on the dressing table. 

Instead of answering his mother’s question, he grabs the camera to film his mother. 

“Eomma, say hello to y/n,” Donghyuck says. 

His mother raised her eyebrows in surprised, “hello my dear y/n~ how are you?”

Your boyfriend giggle from behind the camera, “tell her how much you miss her,”

“I think I miss you more than Donghyuck does,” she jokes. “What is this for, Donghyuck-ah?”

Haechan placed the camera back on the dressing table, turning to look at his mum.

“I’m making a video for y/n until quarantine is over,” he explains as his mother walks in, wrapping her arm around her son’s shoulder. 

His mother’s heart warmed at his son’s words. 

“You’re growing up way too fast, our Donghyuck~” she cooed, pulling your boyfriend’s cheeks as he whined in pain. 

You would also pinch his cheeks almost every time the both of you are together. Whenever you had Donghyuck’s cheeks between your fingers, he would whine, pulling away from your grip.

“Eomma! I want strawberries!” he shouts after his mother left his room. 

He turns his attention back to the camera, “Anyways—”

+Day 17 2:35AM

“I really like your eyes,” Haechan confesses dreamily, “your eyes are the colour of shit,” he jokes, “but they’re so shiny, baby,”

The first time he realizes he’s in love with your glimmering eyes was when he brought you out on a date to star gaze. You were staring at the sky, a smile plastered on your face, amazed at how beautiful the sky was. 

When you noticed your boyfriend staring at you, you turned to face him. Your eyes captured his heart. How could someone have such bright eyes?

“Oh! And when you smile, you make my heart beat like crazy!” he chuckles. 

The first thing that caught Hyuck’s eyes when he had a crush on you was your bright smile. He believes that was the main reason that he fell for you. How you would always have a beaming smile plastered on your face everywhere you go. 

He thinks it’s adorable. 

The small dimples that was on the side of your lips whenever you smile. 

And your adorable little laugh he adores so much. 

Or the little birthmark you had on the corner of your mouth. 

After talking about you for a while, he let out a satisfied sigh, “I’m so whip for you, you know?”

After 17 days of making videos for you, it started becoming easier for him to show his love for you. 

“Everything you do makes me go crazy, do you realise that?” he asks you, “do you realize that everything you do makes me happy? No, you don’t have to do anything, your presence makes me melt.”

He laughs at how he was flirting, “you’re probably laughing too,”

His laughter died down, letting out a tired sigh, “well, it’s late and I’m going to go to bed before you nag at me some more,”

He let out a yawn, “goodnight y/n, I love you so much, you don’t know how happy you make me,”

+Day 20 2:56PM

This time, it was different. 

He was filming himself at McDonalds drive-thru. 

“Guess who’s this for?” he asks the camera, his gaze on the road. “Yes, you.”

He turns to look at the camera for a second before paying attention on the road, “you didn’t ask me to get you anything but I wanted to get something for you,” he explains. 

He was lying, this was just an excuse to see you, even for a second. Even if it’s 6 feet apart. Even if there was a glass between the both of you. 

“I think you know the reason why I’m buying this for you,” he says, referring to the food. “To make you fat! You’re right, y/n,” he jokes. 

That was also a lie. You tend to eat less whenever you’re stressed. 

After he found out that you had a project, he knew how stress you would be, and decided to get food, making sure you eat healthily. 

Your boyfriend would never fail to remind you how much he loves your body. No matter shape or size. He has always made sure you feel loved with who you are. 

“I think you know the real reason why I’m coming over,” he adds. When he reaches a red light, he turns to look at the camera with a pout, “I can’t help it, I miss you too much, y/n,” he says in a baby voice. 

He grimaces at his actions, shaking his head disapprovingly, “I am never doing that ever again.”

A few minutes later, he reached your house. He had texted you to that he was waiting for you outside. 

It took you a while to come out, but when you did, you had one of his hoodies over your body. 

He loves it when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel all giddy. 

‘One day, I’m going to wear all of your clothes’ he would say whenever you steal his clothes. 

You walked over to his car, “what the hell are you doing here, dummy,” you ask him, maintaining the distance. 

He grabbed the bag of food from the passenger’s seat and passed it to you from the window of his car. 

“Brought you food, you unappreciative bitch,” he tells you while you walk up to grab the food from him. 

You open the bag to see your favourite food, “my favourite food, too?!” you squeal, “Haechan best boyfie~”

He rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah, go and finish your project,”

You nodded, the smile not leaving your face. 

“I’ll facetime you later?” he asks. 

“At 11,” you confirmed. 

He nods, signalling for you to go back in. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before turning around to go back in. 

He quickly fishes out his camera, filming you walking back in your house. 

“Look at my baby all happy because I brought her food,” he says, “enjoy your food, pretty,”

+Day23 6:07PM

“Day 23,” he breathes out. “I didn’t expect it to go by so fast,” he blurts out. 

He puffs his cheeks out, “I don’t want to stop making videos for you, but you would just make fun of me for being soft,”

He had started growing content on making videos for you every day. 

“But at the same time, I can finally see you after a month, babe!” he says happily. “I can finally hold you in my arms, we can kiss until the world ends, we can also do it,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Well, he can’t lie he did miss doing it with you. 

He sighs, “anyway, when we can finally get together, we can watch movies, then come back to my place and we can cuddle!”

He missed that. 

Personally, Donghyuck preferred going over to your place but you preferred going to his place because he had games and a huge bed, and it was just comfortable. 

“Ahh,” he groan, “I miss you like crazy! I think I have to end this video early because I wanna facetime you right now,”

He grabs his phone on the table to call you. 

“Okay, bye babe, I love you, I’m going to talk to you now!”

+Day 25 4:03AM

“Hi,” donghyuck greet the camera. 

Anyone could realise he wasn’t in the best mood. 

It took Donghyuck a while to start talking, “we had a fight earlier today,” he says, his voice lace with disappointment and… hurt?

You had texted him just an hour ago, ranting about your homework. When Donghyuck replied to you a minute later, you got angry at him because he was staying up again at ungodly hours. 

He didn’t understand why you were so angry because you were awake at the same timing as he is. 

“I’m going to give you space, because it’s what you need right now,” he says. “I hope you know I still love you no matter what,”

He bit his lip hesitantly, “I know you don’t like it when I stay up with the boys, but I don’t like you staying up to finish your work either, baby”

He closes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I hope you don’t get too stressed over school, eat healthily, and make sure you rest from time to time, babygirl,”

He lets out another sigh before reaching for the camera, “I love you,”

+Day 28 7:36PM

 Haechan purses his lips, staring at the camera, “today is a bad day,” he starts. 

Today he had woke up a little earlier than normal after talking it out with you a few days ago. He decided to get up early and help his mom with cooking, which only resulted him in getting scolded by his mother for making a mess. 

After that, he decided to play games with his friends, however despite playing for 5 hours straight, he didn’t get a single win. 

Now, he has tried to contact you, but you have not replied to him. Probably busy with school. 

He let out a huff, “take a break y/n,” he whines, “focus on me too~”

Letting out a pout he shakes his head, “kidding babe, get those A’s!”

“Well, now I don’t really have anything to do so I’m going to facetime you again, bye babe!”

+Day 30 10:18AM

“Hyuckie!” you call out, running to your boyfriend. When you reached him, you threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, making him stumble back a few steps as he grabs on your waist. 

You hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He smells so good.

“You’re not going to let go of me until I say so,” you mumble, tightening your grip around his neck.

He chuckles at you, “I won’t let go of you until you say so,” 

Donghyuck was satisfied with having his arms wrapped around your waist, his face covered in your hair. 

After a few moments of the both of you just holding each other, you finally pull away from your boyfriend. 

“Y/n,” he says, making you hum.

“Wait,” you stop him, making him stare at you with wide eyes as he froze on the spot. 

“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. His eyes soften at your request. Your fingers trace his bottom lips, “I miss your pretty lips.”

He smiles at your words and nodded. Pulling you closer by your waist, he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rest on his chest while you both share a needy kiss. 

After a few minutes, you pull away, breathless with crimson red cheeks.

Haechan raised his eyebrows as he resumed, “I made something for you,”

You gasped, “what is it?”

He fishes out a CD player. The CD held videos of him explaining how much he loves and appreciates you throughout the whole month. 

He passes you the gift. 

“Watch this at home?” he tells you. 

You grab the CD from his grip, “okay? What is this all about?”

“Just promise me you’ll watch it at home?” he asks again, staring down at you. 

“I will! I will!” 

After making videos of himself for 29 days straight, Donghyuck have concluded that he was so utterly in love with you. He was so in love with you that he didn’t know how to express how much he adores you.

[stay-tinystars]

Invisible

Ship: Lee Minho (Lee Know) x Fem reader (Feat. Bang Chan/Chris & Felix)

Ghost au, non idol au, some fluff, some comedy, some angst, Halloween fic

Written for @stayhavens unexpected guest event. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Word count: 4,995

Warnings: mentions of deaths, serial killer's, ghostly antics, blood. Mild discriptions of main characters deaths (they are ghosts). Let me know of anything I've missed.

**also if anyone knows who to credit for this photo edit please tell me. I know it's from the 26th Dream concert and it's the relay dance. But I'm unsure of who to credit it to. So obviously photo not mine it just went well with my story**

"Invisible, I truly feel invisible" I muttered as I leaned against the railing.

"Y/N, that's because you are invisible." Minho chuckled.

"I'm not invisible Minho! I'm translucent, there's there's difference" I glared towards him.

"Sometimes yes you are translucent, but everytime you see that human you keep trying to make friends with you become invisible." Minho's translucent figure climbed atop the railing walking along it. "It's quite entertaining to see you try to make friends with someone you could literally scare to death." He then chuckled as he sat on the railing beside me. "Maybe that's your plan to scare him so bad he joins us." His laughter rang through the hallway until a door burst open, causing the two of us to vanish.

"I swear I keep hearing people talking and laughing, but no one is here!" The blond male with a deep voice looked out in the hall.

"You might be. There are other people who are staying in this old hotel too, Felix." The darker haired male with the same Australian accent stated as he looked out beside him.

"Why did we have to come here Chris? I read it's haunted." Felix looked uneasy. The other male smiled at the blond, shaking his head slightly.

"You've got to stop reading those stories about ghosts; they always make you uneasy. I also told you I have some things I have to finish for my late grandfather." Chris placed a hand on the other's shoulder, guiding him back into the room and shutting the door.

As I rematerialized I sighed.

"Well you might not frighten the one you are trying to befriend, but the blond might kill over if you appear." Minho chuckled as he leaned against the opposite wall. I shook my head as I disappeared again.

1976

I remember the day I died clearly, it was 45 years ago. Another day of work as a maid at the Blue Royal Hotel. I enjoyed the work. I loved my coworkers, and the hotel paid me quite well. I'd been working at the hotel for just over three years, and rarely had any problems.

It was my second to last room to clean for the day. My stomach grumbled as I thought of the lovely meal awaiting me downstairs that Lowell, the head chef, had promised me for my birthday. I knocked loudly and announced my presence as I opened the door. As I've thought about it over the years I've contemplated; Maybe I should've waited for an answer, or just skipped the room though there was no do not disturb sign.

When I stepped into the room that's the first time I saw Minho, his brown eyes were glossy and empty as they stared at me. His blood was pooled around his body seeping from the gash in his neck and the other holes in his white shirt. A silent scream left my throat as I stumbled forward. The door slammed shut behind me.

I guess I am lucky, for I don't recall the pain, nor exactly how long it took for me to die. I just remember looking down at my own bloodied mangled body floating alongside the other victim. Dying on my 25th birthday was never part of my plan. Though I guess most people don't really plan when they will die.

I only knew Minho as the other victim for about a week. I suppose even ghosts have to learn to be ghosts. The first few days felt like a foggy blur. As I sat watching the police officers come in, taking notes and photos of the gruesome scene. Then the cleaning crew. I watched as they closed the room off, then I just sat there in the now empty room, the image of myself in my gray uniform, soiled with blood remained in my brain. I realized after a day or two that the other ghost had left. When I finally made it into the hallway by walking through the door a week after I died the seethrough man smiled at me.

"I figured you'd come out eventually." His smile was mischievous. "I'm Minho, and by the commotion of when you died I'm guessing your Y/N"

I nodded somewhat confused at everything happening. "Why are we here? I thought spirits moved on when they died." my voice sounded far away, and somewhat gravelly. He shrugged.

"Maybe we have to find the light?" He suggested, as he turned and headed down the hall. I followed him.

"So I guess we are stuck in what we wore when we died." He sighed. It had been two months, we were watching the people in the lobby from the second floor landing.

"At least you look nice. I'm stuck in this gray dress and my stupid work shoes." I complained looking down at my translucent self, before looking back to the people in their fancy clothing in the lobby. There must've been a ball in the ballroom.

"Well I don't think you look too bad." He said offhandedly as he continued to watch the lobby.

"You know we've never found that light people say to follow." I said as I started up the small flight of stairs.

"From what I've reasoned and caught in passing conversations, we can't move on until our souls receive justice. They haven't found the murderer, and with what I have found in the papers I'm not sure if they will." Minho said as he caught up to me.

"Why did he kill you?" I asked softly. The male shrugged, as he ran his fingers through his hair as we reached the next floor.

"I guess it was because I was making headway in my research. I was making a name for myself, and my boss brought me here for a celebratory brunch. It was going well, I was getting pretty drunk. I remember heading to the bathroom, but I don't remember anything else until I was being killed in the room. The bastard killed me then took all my belongings he felt had worth off my body. He was going through my jacket when you came in." He paused then turned to me. "You arrived only minutes after he killed me. I'm sorry you died as well."

1977

We found out a year or so later through the newspapers at the front desk that the man who murdered us was now deemed a serial killer, the "limelight killer" they called him. His usual victims matched Minho's description; young, driven, successful, and attractive males. The limelight killer has claimed the lives of victims in various cities. I was the only female he had killed. The papers seemed to know it was just because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

1986

Almost 10 years after our deaths they caught the man. His body count was at 21 when they put him in a cell to live out the rest of his days. A lifetime sentence in isolation. After his conviction we remained ghosts. Apparently it wasn't just justice our souls needed to leave this place.

2021

Now here we are 45 years later. Haunting the very hotel we had died in. Overall we did prank some horrible guests but we didn't terrorise anyone on purpose. Mostly the people who encountered us were spooked. We did our best to stay in the less populated areas of the hotel, or stay invisible.

I did quite well, except for that poor man a few years back. My ghostly body was tired, I hadn't had a good trance in months. So I just allowed myself to sink through the floor. Which overall would've been fine except for the poor man using the guest toilet on the main floor. He screamed as he held on to that porcelain throne for dear life. Minho teased me relentlessly for months after that. "At least you waited til he was on the toilet to scare the crap out of him."

"I told you I didn't mean to Minho! I hadn't tranced in three months!" I defended.

"And who's fault was that?" He smirked.

"Yours! Every time I went to trance for three months before that you encouraged me to come along with you on some adventure." I threw my arms up.

"Come on, those ghost hunters were so fun to mess with and you know it." He laughed.

"It was fun," I admitted, crossing my arms.

"You know your 70th birthday is in three days" Minho smiled as he sat upon the chair in the empty room we were currently residing in. I nodded as I laid on my stomach on the bed, my head propped up on my hands.

"I can't believe it's been 45 years." I sighed. "I wonder if I would've been a grandmother by now if I hadn't died."

"I'm still shocked you didn't have a boyfriend when we were living." He shrugged as he looked towards the window, the fading light of the late afternoon setting his face a glow..

"Well I was supposed to go on a date the day after we died." I mentioned, as I looked over his profile. Even after all these years I was still mesmerized by his perfect face.

"You've never mentioned a date. Who was it with?" His attention was brought back toward me.

"It was a blind date." I shrugged. "Lowell was going to give me more information at my birthday meal. We don't usually talk about what our futures could've been. So why bring up something that didn't happen." My face fell, how I wished I would've had those opportunities.

"I hate bringing it up because it always makes you so sad." He frowned slightly, then his face lit up. "Let's pretend that we met that day instead of dying and we have now been friends for 45 years. Tell me about your grandchildren. How your dream wedding went. All of the things you feel you missed." he encouraged, as he walked over and laid on the bed beside me, mimicking my current position. I smiled, then shook my head.

"Why focus on what could've been. It will only bring heart break when we finish pretending. Plus those sad feelings take such a long time to go away as a ghost and you know it." I wanted to avoid the longing. Avoid the pain of the heartbreak of things that could never be.

"Well I'm gonna tell you about my fake grandchildren. Apple and Cherry are fantastic children.  Very talented. I spoil them so much. I load them with sugar and send them home with their parents."  His mischievous smile, made me smile too.

"Apple and Cherry? What kind of names are those?" I laughed.

"Their parents love fruits" he defended with a fake hurt expression. He then laughed. "It's better than whatever names your children came up with."

"My children would have named their children fantastic names. Like Rose, and Joon." I said confidently, laying my arms down and resting my head atop looking at him.

"I guess those are better." He smiled, mirroring me again.

When the door to the room opened mere moments later, we quickly disappeared.

When I reappeared, instead of being in the hallway like I expected, I was in the room I died in. Which just so happened to be the room that the two Australian men were currently residing in.

The blond, Felix, was asleep on the bed. While Chris was sitting on the couch typing away at a laptop placed in front of him on the small coffee table. I quietly went over to look at what he was doing. My eyes went wide as I saw my own face staring back at me. The article was about my death; well our deaths, mine and Minhos that is. Did he know he was in the same room where it all happened? I noted the paper he was scribbling on, the word "watch" was circled with Minho written beside it. Yet my name sat on the paper beneath it with nothing beside it. What was he researching? The gasp from across the room made me look up, the blond was sitting up on the bed pointing at me. His eyes wide.

"What Felix?" The man beside me asked, not looking up from the screen.

"Beside you" His voice faint, as his features paled. Maybe Minho was right, the poor kid might keel over because of me. I expectedly looked at Chris. Maybe he would finally see me, maybe I could figure out why I was so drawn to this person beside me.

"I know Y/N is here." He shrugged, eyes staying on the screen. "I figured she would be. She died in this room after all." The man beside me never even glanced up, as he took more notes.

"This is where they died?!?" Felix's eyes bulged out of his head slightly, I was seriously starting to worry if Felix would actually keel over due to my presence.

"Yes, in this room." I almost chuckled with how nonchalantly he answered.

"Chris! Why are we staying in the room someone died in?!?" Felix yelled.

"Well Felix, this hotel is old. There have been many deaths here over the years. Most hotels probably have had a death in some of their rooms." Chris finally looked up with a smirk as he shrugged.

"I'm never leaving my house again." Felix replied then looked towards me again. "Chris, why are you so calm about this?!?" He couldn't calm down, which made me chuckle slightly then I felt bad as he glanced around the room with terror filled eyes.

"Because this is why I'm here Felix. I want to give their souls rest." Rest? Chris, the man beside me wants to give us rest? How?

"How?" The blond asked, seeming to read my thoughts. Chris sighed as he set down his pencil.

"You know how I told you a few months back that my grandfather passed away?" Felix nodded, as Chris stood up. "Well he left a box in his will to his oldest grandchild."

"Which is you..." Felix responded, Chris nodded in response.

"Felix, my grandfather was not a good man." Chris paced, running his fingers through his hair. "I never met him. I never wanted to either."

"Where is this going?" Felix questioned.

"My grandfather was the limelight killer." Chris' words punched me in the stomach, knocking the nonexistent air out of me. Which I didn't think was possible.

"Your grandfather was the man who killed all those people?" Felix's voice was barely above a whisper, the gravity of the situation seeming to weigh down the whole room. "Why did you bring me here?!?"

"Because I couldn't do this alone." Chris opened the closet. Felix grabbed the pillow beside him, holding it up defensively. Chris pulled out a box, then rolled his eyes as he shut the closet door.  "Felix I'm not going to hurt you." He shook his head as he sat on the corner of the bed with the shoe box on his lap. He took a deep breath and opened the box. Immediately I disappeared, yet I was rooted to my spot. "The note I received when he passed was cryptic, I had to solve three riddles in order to find the hiding place of the box. Once I found it, it took me a while to figure out what was inside." He took a deep breath. "Felix, he left their trinkets in this box. I've researched and returned 8 items to the victims' family members that I've been able to contact."

"That doesn't answer why we are here." Felix responded as he leaned towards Chris peering into the box.

"I haven't been able to contact the families of Minho, or Y/N. I know the watch in the box here is Minho's, but I don't know what item is Y/N's." What did that man take from me so long ago? I wondered, I wanted to look inside the box, yet I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move? "I figured coming here I can try to reach out to their spirits and return their items. Maybe that will finally give their souls rest." Chris' words gave me hope. Maybe I'd finally leave this place, but what was awaiting me on the other side? Maybe I wasn't ready to cross, it all seemed so uncertain. Would a trinket really give my soul rest?

"That doesn't explain why I'm here." Felix muttered.

"Because I can't see ghosts Felix, you can. I can feel their presence at times, but I knew you could see them." Chris placed the lid back atop the box. That made much more sense. I truly was invisible to him.

"Where were you?" Minho asked as I rounded the corner of the service hall.

"I was in the room." I mumbled, knowing he wouldn't approve.

"What room?" He crossed his arms.

"The room we died in." I looked away.

"Why?" He cocked a brow.

"I just seemed to reappear there?"

"It's that guy again isn't it?" He seemed annoyed. I nodded. "You know you can't actually befriend him right?" I shrugged looking at the ground. "We aren't like them anymore Y/N. At this point we only have each other to rely on."

"Look Minho, Chris thinks…" I started, when he cut me off.

"Chris thinks? You've talked to him?!?"

"Look, Minho, he thinks he knows how to free us. Also I didn't talk to him. He can't see me."

"Then how do you know this?" He rebuttled crossing his arms. Why was he being such a sour puss?

"Let me start from the beginning. I saw Chris researching oir deaths on his laptop. Then Felix, the blond one, saw me and freaked out a bit"

"Obviously" he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"That's not the point, Minho. Anyways Chris didn't react to me. Then he went and got a box out of the closet. Chris thinks he can free us." My words jumbled as my mind reeled all the information was almost too much.

"What do you mean free us? Y/N have you gone mad?"

"I'm not insane Minho." I glared. "He has items that the killer took from us, he thinks that might release us from haunting this place."

"How does he even have those items?"

"He's the killer's grandson." I mumbled.

"You mean he's related to the man that murdered us?!? Y/N! You can't go near him again." His demand made something inside me break. In the almost 45 years we'd haunted this place he had never demanded something of me.

"You aren't my father Minho, you can't tell me what to do!" I yelled. "Plus what's the worst he could do? It's not like he can kill me! We are both already dead!"

"Fine. It seems like you've made your decision. Him over me." With that final statement he ran forward and disappeared into the wall.

I waited in the hall for him to return. After 8 hours I knew he wasn't coming back, at least not now. Ghosts have a weird way of processing emotions, it seems to take much longer than I ever recalled when I was mortal. I made my way to a small abandoned break room in the service hall, if he was angry I might as well trance while he would be avoiding me.

To say I wasn't worried was a vast understatement. I hadn't seen Minho at all for over 39 hours. Had he somehow found the light without me and moved on? Did someone have a ghost machine like that Ghostbusters movie that they played around Halloween in the ballroom? Where was he? After roaming the halls and looking in every room I couldn't find him. I called his name down the hallways until I heard people freaking out about the ghostly calls. That's when I decided to see if I could find the only person who might have the answers, Chris.

"Shit!" Felix screamed, clutching his chest as I floated through the door.

"Have you…." I started when he screamed again.

"You talk?!?!" He backed into the wall. I sighed and nodded. "Of course the first time Chris leaves the room in two days you show up again!"

"Have you seen another ghost?" I asked.

"There is another ghost? Wait, why do you sound so far away? You sound like you're behind glass." The blond peeled himself away from the wall, stepping closer to me.

"Part of me being a ghost I suppose." I shrugged. I hadn't really interacted with a living being in a decade or so, aside from playing tricks on the ghost hunters. "Anyways I'm looking for Minho, have you seen him?"

He shook his head. That's when I heard a grunt. I looked over to see a very grumpy Minho standing right where he had died. "I knew you wouldn't listen to me" he glared. I closed my eyes and gathered my composure. As I was about to yell at him Felix screamed again. "You really frighten easily, don't you?" Minho sighed as he stared at the man.

"Look Minho, I came here searching for you." I shook my head as I dropped my gaze.

"Why?" He crossed his arms.

"It's been almost 40 hours since you stormed off." He looked down sheepishly.

"Has it really been that long?" He asked and I nodded. "Damn, I must have tranced longer than expected once I got here."

I heard the door open and watched as Chris stepped through with a bag of food and a tray of drinks. "Felix you were right that Cafe down the street is crazy busy!" He paused after he shut the door, staring in my direction. "Who's that?" I looked towards Minho, who shrugged. "Seriously Felix, who is the girl next to you."

"Uh. Y/N" Felix replied looking at Chris confused.

"Huh interesting, did you know a girl who has your same name died in this very room." Chris shrugged, setting down the drinks. He then stopped and slowly turned his eyes large. "Holy Shit! Y/N! I CAN SEE YOU!" He yelled. "I haven't ever seen a ghost before. Oh this is so cool!"

Minho started laughing "You and your friend here have very different reactions" he stated the obvious making me chuckle.

"Felix, do they always look so ethereal? They almost look like us." Chris walked over, eying me and Minho like we were art.

"You know we can hear you right?" I asked, Chris nodded with a gleeful smile.

"I hoped so! Oh my God! This is great!" He looked straight at me. "I have something for you!" He ran to the open closet pulling out the same box I saw a few days ago. When he opened the lid, I was stuck in my spot again. I couldn't move at all. "Where did they go?" Chris asked as he looked up. Felix looked around and shrugged before peering into the box again. Chris lifted a beautiful silver watch, with a black face out of the box. "I was going to return Minho's watch."

"Did you figure out what item was Y/Ns?" Felix asked. Chan nodded, his lips slightly turning upwards as he lifted a plain gold chain, a small key charm hung on the end. My mind was reeling. My necklace dangled in his hands, I never even knew the killer took it from my body. It had been a present from my parents when I turned 16, I never took it off. My parents must've assumed it had fallen somewhere.

"It took me a while to figure out that her necklace was wrapped around the band of his watch. The charm was wedged in the clasp. But once I picked up the watch it all shifted." Chris set both items back in the box and closed the lid. I felt like I could move again. I looked at Minho, who looked just as startled as I was.

"What is in that box?" Minho whispered as he came to my side.

"Chris said it's trinkets from the victims of the limelight killer" I whispered back.

"Why couldn't I move when he opened the box?"he questioned, I shrugged.

"I don't know. It happened the last time he opened the box when I was in the room too." I glanced towards the Australians again, who were now in their own conversation.

"This feels weird." Minho shook his head. "What will happen when he presents us our things?" His voice was unsteady.

"I don't know." I said. Then followed Minho as he sank through the floor.

"I need to ask you something," Minho said, as he floated to my current position in the corner above the lobby door. I enjoyed perching on the molding, watching people hurry in from the storm outside. The molding in this corner always gave shadows to hide in. I looked at him and nodded before returning my gaze to the busy lobby. "Do you like him?"

I looked back at him confused. "Do I like who?"

"Chris." he said, avoiding my gaze.

"No. I'm just drawn towards him, and now we know why. He has my necklace." I shook my head. "Why would you think I like him?"

"He's all you've talked about since he arrived a week ago." Minho sulked.

"Minho, are you jealous?" He scoffed at my inquiry.

"How could I be jealous of a mortal?" He exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. He then paused and looked at me. Those caring eyes I'd become ever so used to after all these years. "You know, I was supposed to go on a blind date the day after we died as well. Ever since you mentioned yours I wonder if you were my date. I wonder if we were supposed to meet. If fate wanted us together."

I sat processing his words. "Minho do you like me?" My words barely above a whisper, I doubted he could hear me over the noise below us.

"I never want to exist without you. So, I suppose I do like you." He smiled as he continued watching the crowds of people.

"I don't want to exist without you either." I smiled, if I was still alive I was sure my ears would be reddening. "Truth be told I've liked you for years, but it's different being a ghost. I always figured you only stayed by me because we were the same."

"I stay by you because from that moment you stepped into that room. I've been captivated by you. I guess I'm just chicken, it's taken me 45 years to say anything." He smiled as he looked at me.

"Better late than never" I laughed, and he moved closer leaning his form into mine as we continued to watch the people scurry about.

That night we just leaned on one another as we roamed the halls. It was as if we were teenagers finding love for the first time. For the first time in decades we laughed and jeered in the hallways uncaring what unfortunate humans stumbled upon us. When we got to the floor we died on Chris was waiting for us in the hallway.

"For two ghosts who usually keep to themselves, you two have been causing a ruckus this evening." He smirked as he crossed his arms.

"Well I only turn 70 once!" I smiled as I placed my head on Minho's shoulder.

"Well, I need to give you a birthday present then. If you'll follow me into the room" he led the way. As we followed him Minho grasped my hand. As we floated over to the couch Felix cleared his throat.

"It's just after midnight." He seemed a bit uneasy, as he looked at Chris. "I noticed you guys disappeared everytime Chris opened the box. So I did some research." Felix sat upon the bed looking at us. I questioningly looked at him. "The reason you disappear is because of the other trinkets. The other trinkets are connected to their spirits and it causes a disturbance so to speak." I looked towards the floor. It made sense others must be stuck in the places they died as well. Part of them stuck in that box.

"So I took the items out before you got here." Chris smiled softly at his companion, then looked back towards us, with his hands in his pockets. "45 years ago so much was taken from the two of you. I am here to make them right. My grandfather was the limelight killer, he took more than just your lives that day. I am hoping to give your souls rest, by presenting you with your items, on the anniversary of the day it happened. If it works, may you rest well." Chris' speech ended as he retrieved the watch and the chain from his pockets. His outstretched hands held things from our pasts that could change our futures. I looked towards Minho who gave my hand a squeeze. I reached out as Chris dropped the chain. It stayed in my hand instead of falling through it. Minho's watch did the same, our eyes grew as we looked at eachother. Suddenly a light seemed to be shining through the doorway to the hall.

"Do you see that light Minho?" I asked.

"I do."

"I'm scared. What will happen once we go to it? Will we cease to exist? Is there really something after this?" My voice shook. Minho placed his hands upon my shoulders.

"I will do this with you. No matter what, I'm here with you." His voice was reassuring. "Remember I don't want to exist without you"

I nodded and stood, hand in hand with Minho. I looked towards the Australians, and smiled. "Thank you." I then looked back at Minho.

We walked into the light together, just as fate always intended.

[whatifxwereyou]

The Oncoming Storm 01 - The Flood

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021

Liu Kang x Reader or Kung Lao x Reader

Summary: Reader is a woman in her late 20s who had a peculiar childhood. She worked in her family dojo that was attached to a shop! You wake up in an unfamiliar place, wounded, with a somewhat familiar man. These moments will change your life forever.

A/N: I’ve been a huge Mortal Kombat fan for years and I saw the movie the other day. This reader x fic will follow the path/story/idea of the movies!! I have never done one of these before. If anyone is interested in it, I will continue on. It will either be Kung Lao x Reader or Liu Kang x Reader (or both, depending, bwahaha) but I haven’t decided yet. This is just the beginning. There will be plenty of fluff/establishment/smut if I get that far! Enjoy! Remember this is only for fun. Thanks for reading! Edit- You might notice the writing got better suddenly. I'm going through old chapters to casually edit.

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Your head was spinning. When you opened your eyes, you briefly caught the outline of a small room before it spun around you. Vertigo. It took ages for your head to stop spinning even in the darkness of your mind’s eye. Something cold and wet was pressed gently to your forehead, applying the slightest bit of pressure. Small droplets of water trickled over your brow, down your nose and irritated your sinuses. Others traced down the sides of your face and nestled into the mat of your dyed black hair. It was naturally stark white but you’d kept up with the black to better blend in.

Shifting, the bed beneath you felt plush and foreign. This was not your bed. Your bed was a modest bedroll that often left your back aching. What had you been doing that you would wake up somewhere strange? Flashes of a fight rushed into your mind. That was right! You’d been closing up shop for the night when men had rushed in, donned masks, and dressed in black. They’d been armed with blades.

You sat upright, fists at the ready and prepared for a fight. Your arms were aching and constricted, bound in tight cloth. Pain radiated down to your elbows and up to your shoulders. Coughing, your mouth tasted like smoke- acrid and sickening. Worse than that, you felt your heart beating too hard and too fast. There was a deep, familiar pain inside of you, a pain you hadn’t felt since your youth. You could picture in your mind’s eye your shop in flames and the dojo attached to it catching fire.

“Move slowly.” A confident but quiet voice consoled you. He was Chinese, like you, and his voice was soft but commanding. “You have a fever.” Careful but strong hands urged you to rest back down. In a snap, you knocked his hands away. He removed them with such grace and control that you knew he was either a dancer or a fighter. You guessed the latter. The room spun again but you forced your vision to focus. “I knew you were a martial artist but I did not know the extent of your skills.”

You caught a glimpse of the stranger. His short black hair was messy and pulled back from his forehead in a top knot. He had handsome features, dark eyes, and he was nostranger. You’d seen him before but today he was not wearing the wide-brimmed hat that you associated him with.

“You’re handy with a blade. I’m impressed.” He complimented. It was likely that he thought you were still threatened by him. Smart. You were. He’d been coming to the shop attached to your dojo every few months for the last couple of years. Each time his purchase was drastically different. Sometimes it was a weapon, sometimes precious stones, or herbs. Most times he came in just to have you sharpen a blade that you never saw him with again. You had allowed him entry to the dojo to watch classes and observe goings on. Sometimes he showed up every day for weeks a time. Sometimes you didn’t see him for months.

He’d been harmless. The only words that he’d ever spoken to you had been kind and reserved.

“Where am I?” You decided that was the right question. You knew who he was and what had happened for the most part. It was the ‘where’ that puzzled you.

“Do you remember what happened?”

You threw him a glance with dark eyes and he offered a smile that clearly said you wouldn’t get any answers from him until you gave yours. He was worried that your memory had suffered. The dizziness made sense now. You must have struck your head.

“It was late. I was cleaning up the shop before close when a group of men entered. They were trouble, treating wares carelessly. I asked them to leave since I was closing up. They donned masks and things escalated.” Things had more than escalated but it seemed to you that this stranger already knew many of the details of what had occurred without you saying. The men had threatened you with drawn blades and made demands involving you and your dojo that you had refused to bow to. “I had no choice but to defend myself.”

“You killed them.” It wasn’t an accusation. He just understood how your story ended.

“They left me with no choice. I didn’t ask for violence.” You turned your gaze. The room had finally stopped spinning but in a word, you felt like crap. Coughing, you recalled the fire and snapped your attention back to the friendly stranger. “My shop… the dojo!”

“I’m sorry.” He bowed his head respectfully. “The fire spread too quickly. There was nothing to be done.”

“I have to go. I…”

“You can’t go back.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t go back. Hanging your head, you resigned to the truth. He was right. You knew it. “I suppose not. I killed those men. I’m a murderer.”

“Those men were cruel and deserved the punishment you dealt them. As far as I’m concerned your action were justified.”

Your brow furrowed. He so easily absolved you of taking the lives of others. You didn’t think the guilt would fade so easily but now was not the time to dwell on it.

“How long have you had the dragon mark?” That was what he really wanted to discuss. His eyes sparkled even in the darkness of the small room- a still completely foreign and strange place. He’d offered you no answers even after you’d given him his.

“Dragon mark?” You didn’t have one as far as you knew. You’d seen others with a dragon marking but had never asked what it meant or why it had been there. You’d once asked your sister about it but she had never noticed the mark on anyone before. Then you’d never spoken of it again. You’d seen things that others could not in your youth and were nervous about bringing things like that up.

“On your back.”

You turned with a snap but it had been foolish. There was no way for you to see it at that angle. Pain shot through you as you searched for it with your left hand. Your forearms had been wrapped tightly but blood was seeping through the gauze, staining it crimson.

“Careful. You were wounded when you offered those men mercy.”

Much to your surprise, he took your hand in his own, the size of his strong hands dwarfing your petite ones. Then he guided your hand carefully to the mark on your lower back. There it was, plain as day. Raised skin in a circle with a dragon head in the middle. It was like a scar, as though you had been branded with it some time ago. Yet, you knew that it hadn’t been there that morning when you’d bathed.

“That’s… new to me.” You didn’t know how else to phrase it and laughed beneath your breath at how silly it sounded not to know it had been there.

“Do you know about the Order of Light?” He was feeling you out, gauging what you knew.

You were hesitant to answer, nervous that what you knew would get you into trouble. When most people entered your shop, they spoke amongst themselves. You learned many secrets that way. You were usually paid little mind unless you were teaching classes or fighting. You’d heard of the Order of Light before. Your curiosity had given you much more than you’d bargained for. You’d learned of other realms, Gods, magic powers. They were the sorts of things you’d read about in fiction. You’d never thought there was much truth to them but part of you had always hoped there was.

“Why do you know so much about what happened to me?” You answered his question with one of your own. It was about time that you got answers instead of just giving them.

“I heard the commotion at your shop. I came to help.” It was his turn to hesitate. “I confess that I’m fond of your dojo. It’s a peaceful reprieve for me. You bring light to a place that has very little.” He bowed his head apologetically, handsome face stern. “It was too late for me to do much but I saw the end of your fight. It was a graceful dance. You offered them mercy and were punished for your kindness. Then the building caught fire. You won the battle but it collapsed with you still inside. I pulled you free before it was too late.”

Funny.

You hadn’t noticed any burns. You remembered fire. You could feel the smoke still in your lungs but the only wounds you remembered suffering were those on your arms and the back of your head. They had to have been terrible. The cold you’d noticed upon waking up had only worsened and now your vision was spotty and hazy around the edges.

“When the authorities came to deal with the fire, I brought you somewhere safe. I didn’t wish for you to be caught.” He lifted his gaze and placed his fist against his palm with a polite bow. “I’m Kung Lao. Forgive my rudeness for not introducing myself earlier.”

You laughed.

There was no way!

You hadn’t heard that name in years. He was confused by your laughter and cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry. I haven’t heard that name in ages. It’s not a common one either. You can’t be Kung Lao.”

“…but I am.”

“The only Kung Lao I’ve ever known died years ago.”

“That’s what was told to people when I left.” Kung Lao’s eyes were shining with amusement. The flicker of the candle resting on the small table next to the bed you rested in danced in his dark eyes. “Do we know each other?”

“If you are, in fact, the same Kung Lao who grew up here then yes, we did. I’m Y/N but I used to go by Y/N.” You hadn’t used your full name in years. It had rarely been used other than to tease you so you’d shortened it. Back then you’d been ill and the other kids had been afraid of you. “Kung Lao was my friend. A stubborn but sweet boy. We played together. He was one of the only people in town not afraid of me. Teased me which… made me angrier than it should have but he was apologetic afterward. The last time I saw him he gave me a purple flower. They don’t grow here anymore. I honestly have no idea where he got it. I could never find them again.”

Kung Lao was completely taken aback.

You supposed you could see the similarities. He could have been your Kung Lao all grown up, about twenty years later. He had similarly shaped eyes. Perhaps the familiarity of him had been why you’d trusted him to sit in on lessons. The idea that he was the same Kung Lao from your childhood made your stomach tighten up in knots. That was too much to deal with right now.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and thoughtful as if he struggled to find truth in your words.

You bowed your head politely in greeting but it ached so terribly that you held it in your hands. Every movement felt like ice flowing through your veins. When you opened your eyes again your vision went from spotty to completely black. You’d gone blind! Panic raced through your thoughts and you blinked your eyes closed tight. Praying, you opened them again and were grateful that you could see even if your vision was still spotty. The room seemed hazier than before.

“Careful. Lay back and rest.” Kung Lao placed his hand on your shoulder to guide you but you pushed it away again.

“No, no. I should get something to eat. And some water. That will help.” You were sure that your vision was fading from blood loss or exhaustion. Either way food would help. You carefully draped your legs over the side of the bed. Your clothing was singed and bloodied. Gravity disagreed with your arms and your aching head, so you wound up hunching over. Kung Lao helped you sit upright again.

“Your fever is too high. What you need is a doctor.”

“You asked me about the Order of Light.” You ignored his concern in favor of more answers.

“Yes.”

“Then you know about the other realms, too? Is it true?”

Kung Lao was again taken by surprise and stuttered on his words comically.

“I must sound crazy. A man in a coolie hat, well the fanciest one that I’ve ever seen before, came in a few times over the years. I always thought he seemed a little funny. He referred to China as Earthrealm and mentioned the Order of Light in passing. I was curious as to what any of that meant and well, the internet is a fount of information, even for things like that. Most of what I read was on forums and conspiracy sites so I put next to no stake in it. Is any of it true?”

“I’m not the one who should be telling you this.”

“Kung Lao.” You scolded which incited a confident grin from him.

“Have you heard of Mortal Kombat then as well?”

You considered those words. You’d never heard them before so you shook your head no. At least you hadn’t heard them the way that he’d phrased them, as though it were something associated with the Order of Light.

“The mark on your back means that you’ve been chosen to fight.” Kung Lao began on what you were sure would be a lengthy explanation of what would come next but you had tuned him out. Your vision was blurring again. It faded around the edges and the world spun. You felt like you were floating.

“Kung Lao?” You interrupted, grasping blindly for him but your hands had gone numb. There was urgency in your voice.

“It’s okay. I’ll take you to Raiden’s Temple and there you’ll be guided through…”

“Not that. I can’t… I can’t see!” Panic was thick in your voice. Your breath was suddenly short in your chest and you collapsed against him, falling into unconsciousness.

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[patchofsunlight]

Warmth | Zuko x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Avatar!Reader AU | Zuko has made many mistakes and holds uncountable regrets, but maybe Y/N can still love him back. Spoiler: she does.

REQUEST (by anon): “Could you do a zuko with maybe a f! avatar? Him falling in love with her like how they joked in ember island play. And him being tormented when she 'dies' in cross roads and them having some tender moment of confessing either in the western temple or ember island? maybe the play has the kiss and he confesses idk”

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

WARNINGS: Y/N is the Avatar, so Aang doesn’t exist. kissing, there might be swear words but I don’t really remember, bad editing. lots of mutual pining and some angst. I don’t know if I did this request justice but I really tried?

OBSERVATIONS: there’s a bit of Sokka x Reader bc I’m a weak woman but in the end he’s the main Zuko and Y/N shipper. not having Aang seriously hurt me. I wrote most of the Zuko sad rant in the beginning listening to Words Fail by Ben Platt and I think it would be interesting if you guys listened to that while reading? idk

I hope you all like it!!! feedback is always appreciated, so keep that in mind and thank you very much for reading!!

There was a hole inside his chest that Zuko simply couldn’t get rid of. It hurt him to his core, bringing pained sobs to the edge of his throat and slowly dismantling his soul.

He always thought getting rid of Y/N would quench his anger, rebuild his honor and complete his destiny. Now, his father accepted him again, Mai was his girlfriend, and Azula treated him like a true brother, in her own deranged ways. The Fire Nation considered him a hero, the man who killed the Avatar.

Then why did it trouble him so much? Why did he wake up every night in a cold sweat, with tears stinging his eyes? Why did he have the same nightmare over and over where he was the one responsible for her death, hitting her with lightning and watching as the light inside her disappeared, leaving behind only her idle body and Katara’s desperate cries? Why couldn’t he be satisfied? He had fulfilled his fate. He had done what he was meant to do, sided with his people, and fought against his greatest enemy. Why wasn’t he happy? Why couldn’t he ever be happy?

Back in Ba Sing Se, he saw her at the Jasmine Dragon more than once. He couldn’t believe his eyes when she first entered the teashop, and he was pretty sure she had recognized him, but Y/N managed to send a polite smile in his direction and sit down, greeting “Mushi” with joy. When Zuko served her tea, she asked him what his name was as if she didn’t know. She didn’t confront nor attack him — she simply let him live his new life and went on living hers. It felt like she had washed off his sins, erased the bloodstains he carried in his soul and hands. Y/N freed him of his past and he had thrown it all away.

It was the right thing to do, he had told himself day after day after day. Except it wasn’t, and now Iroh refused to talk to him and the Avatar was probably dead and, in the case she wasn’t, she would never forgive him. She wouldn’t let him be free of himself again and he would never get redemption for his mistakes.

He wished he could go back in time and fight alongside Y/N in that crystal cave, wished he could live up to the trust Katara offered him before they were saved, wished he could have stopped Azula from throwing that lightning bolt. He wished he could do things in the right way, yet he couldn’t. Zuko tried so hard to regain his so-called honor and to bring his father pride but his only real achievement was engulfing himself in guilt and regret, being aware that powerful and forgiving Y/N could be dead because of his lack of dignity and character — this couldn’t be honor. Violence, betrayal, death, and hurt couldn’t be honor, and he wasn’t sure he wanted his father’s pride if it meant feeling like this, like he was no good, like he was not worthy of love or praise or admiration.

Zuko had spent a great part of his life hating himself, but nothing compared to the hate he felt every night after waking up from another crushing nightmare. How dared he make this about himself and his feelings of guilt when the Avatar could be dead? How dared he worry about the Fire Lord’s pride when the world’s last hope was gone? How dared he indulge in self-pity after all he had done? He didn’t deserve pity, didn’t deserve help, he only deserved to wallow in his own pain and die. But that wouldn’t fix anything, neither would it bring Y/N back — he had to act, and he had to do it fast.

Going after Team Avatar was not difficult. He thought he would feel complicated like he had when first betraying Y/N’s trust, thought it would hurt like coming back to the Fire Nation did. Thankfully, leaving only caused a new type of satisfaction to bloom inside his chest, giving him the sensation he was finally walking through the right path. Hope seemed to pour out of every pore in his body and he could somehow think of better, future days when he would have done enough to make up for his mistakes, days when he didn’t feel the urge to scream every time he looked at a mirror. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to despise himself like he currently did, maybe things would be okay and he would be truly happy, if that was even something he had the capability to do.

But then they didn’t want him. He left everything behind, he charged every inch of his hope with the idea of joining the Avatar, and they didn’t want him. Why would they? Why would they, after everything he had done? How could he have even considered they would accept him, that she would trust him again? Of course they didn’t want him. No one did and no one ever would and that was entirely his fault — it was his fault that he was a bad person, took the wrong decisions, and caused pain and destruction. It was his fault he never did the right thing and he should’ve known he would be rejected again, for being rejected was just what he deserved.

But it still hurt. Oh, Spirits, it hurt. She couldn’t even look at him, even after he helped them defeat Combustion Man and was finally accepted in the group. Sadly, it made Zuko realize that, no matter where he stood, he would never be a part of their team, and Y/N would never trust him entirely. For some reason, that was more upsetting than their rejection. He wanted to impress her, wanted her to like him, and she never would.

“Y/N? Can I—can I come in?”

The Avatar looked up from the map she was currently analysing on her bed, studying his figure carefully before nodding with hesitance, “yes. Do you need something?”

He sighed deeply and walked towards her, feeling his heart crack when she brought her legs closer to her body and away from him the moment he sat on the edge of the bed, “I—I just wanted to talk to you about, well, you know, everything.”

Her expression hardened and she averted her eyes back to the map, “we have nothing to talk about, Zuko. You can go back to your room.”

The Fire Nation Prince swallowed nervously, “Y/N, please. I’m so, so sorry. I have made so many mistakes, I—”

“Zuko,” her voice was firm and emotionless, but that quickly changed when she met his gaze, “I thought things could be different. I thought things could be different back in the North Pole, when we first talked to each other and you told me about Azula. I thought things could be different when you saved me as the Blue Spirit. And I was so convinced things would be different when we met again in Ba Sing Se that I—” she scoffed at her own words, “I had a crush on you, can you believe that? That’s why I visited the teashop so regularly, I just wanted to see you. Stupid, of course. I should’ve known.”

Zuko was sure she could hear his anxious heart beating from the other side of the bed. They were less than a foot away, and yet it felt like miles. He didn’t want her to think about him like that, he didn’t want her to be disappointed in him. Damn, she used to have a crush on him, she liked him, and he screwed everything up like usual. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m—I’m here now, I’m on your side.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were on my side back then too. Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. You need to teach me firebending and that’s the only reason you’re allowed here. Talking is unnecessary.”

“Please, I—”

“You should leave, Prince Zuko,” he flinched at the title escaping her lips, hating how it sounded bitter coming from her, “I have really important matters to deal with. We’ll start my firebending training tomorrow.” 

“Y/N—”

“Leave, Zuko.”

With a heaviness inside his stomach, he left the room, missing if by a second the frustrated tear that ran down Y/N’s cheek. She wanted to trust him, but how could she? How could she let him in after his betrayal? She had always been forgiving, but she refused to be naive — seeing Zuko side with Azula in the crystal caves hurt her deeply and shoved her little crush on him down her throat. She couldn’t go through that again, it would be simply idiotic to. Y/N had to stand her ground. She wouldn’t be hurt by him again.

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“Hey, jerks. Mind if I watch you two jerks do your jerkbending?”

“Get out of—” Zuko was interrupted by the Avatar’s laughter. Sokka smiled softly at her, cheeks blushing. For some reason, that only managed to piss Zuko off even more, “get out of here!”

“Okay, take it easy. I was just kidding around,” the Water Tribe boy winked at Y/N, “see you later?”

“Sure, we still need to see that part of the temple we found yesterday. Exploration partners!”

“Exploration partners!” he agreed with a chuckle and turned away from them. “Bye, Y/N. Jerkbending… Still got it.”

Zuko glanced at her with irritation while she watched Sokka leave. He felt already incredibly frustrated for not being able to produce his fire and not knowing why, he definitely did not need to watch as Sokka and Y/N flirted. 

They would make a cute couple, though, and she smiled so brightly at him it was physically painful to watch. He wanted her to smile like that at him, look like that at him. But she wouldn’t — she was over her crush and had no reason to ever feel anything towards him again, not after what he had done. He didn’t deserve her love anyway, so maybe it was for the best.

“So? Any progress, Sifu Hotman?”

“I told you not to call me that,” he snarled angrily and she sighed.

“Sorry, Sifu Hotman.”

“This was a mistake,” he sat down roughly, ignoring the ache on his legs due to the sudden movement, “maybe teaching you firebending is not my destiny.”

She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not understanding, “what do you mean?”

“How can I teach you anything when I’ve lost my fire, Y/N?” he chuckled sadly, letting one of his hands go through his hair in distress. “I wanted to be on the good side of the war and I can’t even make myself useful.”

“You haven’t lost your fire, Zuko,” her voice was careful, “I think you’re just going through some internal conflict and that’s reflecting on your bending, but if you were meant to teach me firebending, you will. Your destiny is still your destiny regardless, Sifu Hotman.”

“It’s easy for you to say, you’re the Avatar! I’m not even sure who I am anymore, but you have always known what your destiny was.”

“Yeah, and I was scared of it,” she smiled softly, “I ran away and disappeared for a hundred years. People died because of my absence. I have made mistakes, and I have failed many, many times. Sadly, that doesn’t make me less of an Avatar. Zuko, if you must be my teacher, it’s gonna work. We’ll figure things out and you will get your fire back. Okay?”

He stared inside her eyes. There was still some sort of mistrust in them — she was willing to help him because she needed him, but still suspicious. She wasn’t really sure he was on their side, but this was a start. He was going to fix everything and he would make her proud. He would make Y/N happy to call him a friend. Or something more.

Maybe he had a crush on her, too.

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Toph’s idea to look for the original source of firebending had greatly backfired (no pun intended, even though Y/N could clearly hear Sokka’s laughter in her head at the joke). They traveled to the Sun Warriors’ ancient city and found an impressive temple adorned with statues. Things were going surprisingly well until they weren’t, and now they were stuck in a disgusting glue because Zuko touched the pretty gemstone. Hours had passed and Y/N was increasingly more annoyed at their situation.

“You had to pick up the glowing egg, didn’t you?”

“At least I made something happen! If it were up to you, we’d never have made it past the courtyard.”

“Maybe, but we wouldn’t be stuck here either, so did you really win?”

Zuko rolled his eyes, “this is stupid. How are we getting out of here?”

“Help!” the girl screamed as loudly as she could, being met with only silence.

“Who are you yelling to? Nobody’s lived here for centuries,” the Fire Prince argued and it was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Well, what do you think we should do, genius?”

“Think about our place in the universe?”

Despite her current irritation, Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his words. He instinctively smiled back and she felt warmth spread through her chest.

She was starting to think she wasn’t as over her crush on him as she thought.

They were rescued by the Sun Warriors and judged by the last dragons, and Y/N was sure she hadn’t felt this alive in a while. After burning Katara (it was so long ago it seemed like a different life), she had thought of fire as something destructive, harmful, but she could now see it with new eyes. Fire could be love, life, and power. 

The Avatar glanced at Zuko. Maybe she could try and see him as that, too. 

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“You did well today,” Zuko complimented warily, avoiding her gaze, “if we keep up the training, you might become a better firebender than me.”

“Why, thank you, Hotman,” she smiled brightly and Zuko was sure he could pass out right there, “I just have a great teacher.”

“Y/N!”

The Avatar felt Sokka before she saw him, laughing at the way he hugged her from behind joyfully, leaning his chin on her shoulder. “Hey, honey. What’s up?”

“Doing fine,” he mumbled, brushing her hair off his face delicately, “wanna grab something to eat?”

“I think I’m gonna train some more and clean myself later. I’ll meet you after?”

“Sure! I’ll be back inside. See you, Y/N, Zuko.”

They both watched as the Water Tribe boy entered the temple again. There was a weird burning sensation running through Zuko’s blood when he asked, voice slightly raspy and overly quiet, “so, you and Sokka, huh? You make a nice couple.”

She turned her head to him so quickly it almost gave her whiplash, “what? No! I mean—” she blushed at the question, flustered by the fact he would even consider something like that. The Fire Prince waited silently, irritation surfacing at her stammering. He wasn’t sure why that angered him so much, but he decided to be still and listen, “we are just friends,” she concluded, “he means a lot to me, but so do Katara and Toph, you know? We are—we are just friends. He even likes that Kyoshi Warrior, Suki! So, yeah, we are definitely not a couple.”

“I see,” Zuko felt curiously static with that piece of information, “and you don’t have feelings for him?”

“No, of course not. I mean, I had a thing for him when we first met, but now it’s gone. He’s my best friend and I love him, just not like that.”

“Okay. Good.”

“Good?” Y/N turned her head to the side in confusion and he paled considerably, finally noticing the meaning of his own words. “Why is that good?”

“Oh? I—it’s good that you love him! Yeah, having friends is amazing, right? Yeah.”

She smiled amusingly, “it truly is.”

“Yeah.”

The Avatar chuckled lightly, “come on, Sifu Hotman. Let’s do that leg movement again, I think I’m not doing it right.”

Days passed and a lot of things happened. Zuko knew Y/N wouldn’t be happy with Sokka’s suicide mission, but he couldn’t let him do it alone, so he accompanied him to the Boiling Rock. Again, she wasn’t happy when he followed Katara for revenge for her mother’s death, but then at least someone had Katara’s back and was ready to protect her. He desperately wanted to earn Y/N’s trust and friendship, but that was rather difficult when he insisted on doing the stuff she didn’t want him to do.

They continued their training on Ember Island and the whole Team seemed to thoroughly enjoy the place. Y/N was giving her all to learn firebending and was succeeding splendidly. To be honest, Zuko loved to see her get the moves right — every single time she made it, she would look at him with bright eyes and grin. It was the most beautiful sight Zuko had ever seen and he would do anything to have it permanently engraved in his mind.

They stayed up late during one particular night. They were both exhausted after hours of training and ended up sat beside each other on the ground on the back of the Fire Nation Royal Family’s beach house. The air between them was filled with silence and heavy breathing from their previous effort.

“Hey, Zuko?” after a few moments, Y/N called him gently, voice tired and raspy giving him chills. She laid down and stared at the dark sky. “Look at the stars with me.”

He blinked, “really? I mean, shouldn’t we go inside?”

“Please?” her eyes met his and his heart skipped a beat. “Just for a bit.”

“Okay,” Zuko whispered, lying down next to her. They looked at the sky quietly for a bit.

He liked to be around her. It could be the Avatar thing, but Y/N had a calming aura around her that was just unmissable. Being next to her like this gave him the feeling things would be alright, the feeling he was not worthless. It was a lie, of course. There was no way to know how their plans would go, and he was pretty much worthless.

But being beside her was enough to trick his mind. Maybe the little crush he harbored towards her had become something more — Spirits, he liked her so much. Not that it mattered, considering there was no way she would ever love him back, not after everything he had done.

“When I was younger, I believed we became stars when we died.”

He turned his head to look at her, “really?”

She turned to look back and his breath hitched at their close proximity. She chuckled, “yeah. I didn’t even know I was the Avatar back then, I was so young. They told me when I was sixteen, and I ran away shortly after,” there was bitterness to her words, “like a coward.”

“You are not a coward, Y/N. You had no way of knowing how things would go.”

“You really think so?”

“I do. Besides, if you hadn’t run away, you wouldn’t have been stuck on ice for a hundred years, and I would never have met you, which would be awful,” he widened his eyes, completing quickly, “and Sokka, Katara, and Toph, too. I wouldn’t have met them either. Of course.”

Her smile was so pretty he forgot how to breathe, “you’re right, Zuko. I don’t think I would have liked to live a life where I never met you,” she smirked before going on with teasing eyes, “and Sokka, Katara, and Toph, too. Of course.”

“Of course,” he agreed with a blush on his face. They stared at each other carefully and Zuko was pretty sure his heart was performing a professional routine of somersaults inside his body. He definitely was past just a simple crush.

Y/N smiled that dazzling smile of hers before averting her gaze to the stars again and yawning. “We should go in.”

“We should,” the Fire Prince immediately started to sit up, but she held him down with a hand to his chest, and probably felt his crazy heartbeat under her fingers.

“Just a bit more, Prince Zuko,” she whispered, eyes trained to the sky. Slowly but surely, she moved her hand from his chest to his own hand, creating goosebumps on every inch of skin she lightly touched on the way there. Zuko could feel his body burn at the barely-there feeling of her fingertips. She intertwined her fingers with his carefully, giving him the chance to pull away if he so wished. He let out a shaky breath and squeezed her hand. She immediately squeezed his back in reassurance.

In the middle of the quiet and comfort they suddenly found in each other, they fell asleep under the stars, fingers playing with each other until exhaustion finally engulfed them in dreams of pretty smiles and light touches.

It was nice to dodge the nightmares.

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“I’ve heard you and Zuko slept outside today,” Sokka had a teasing tone to his voice. Y/N glared at him, “you are together now or something?”

“We are not,” she countered, scratching Appa while they talked. Zuko, Toph, Katara, and Suki had left for the beach already. Y/N still needed to feed her sky bison and Sokka offered to help with the excuse of being a good friend. The Avatar was absolutely sure that wasn’t the real reason he stayed back alongside her and he was currently proving her right, “we were just stargazing and then fell asleep.”

“Stargazing, huh? Real cute. I bet it was an endearing impromptu date, wasn’t it?”

“Since when do you even know the word impromptu?”

“I am always full of surprises.”

“Right,” she rolled her eyes and he laughed loudly, “it was not a date.”

“But you do like him, right?.”

“What?” she turned her entire body to him, furrowing her brows and crossing her arms in a defensive stance. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I know you better than you know yourself and I can tell you have feelings for him,” Sokka copied her movements, staring at her with a smirk, “I also know he likes you back.”

Y/N scoffed and transferred her attention back to Appa, “he does not.”

“So you admit you like him!”

“Shut up, Sokka!” she glared, but quickly gave up under his intense eyes and raised brows. “Yeah, I like him. It doesn’t matter, though.”

“Yes, it does! He feels the same! Look, what about this,” he leaned in closer, that crazy look he had whenever making up a plan taking over his face, “we are going to watch that play about us tonight, right? Well, you guys can sit next to each other! Like a couple!”

“That’s a terrible idea, honey.”

“It’s not! I bet he’s gonna make a move!”

“He won’t, because he’s not in love with me.”

“Wait, you’re in love with him?”

Y/N’s entire body tensed up. She shouldn’t have said that. She wasn’t in love with Zuko! Was she? I mean, she did love to be beside him, and her heart sped up when he gave her one of his rare smiles, and training with him when he had his shirt off was distracting to say the least. Besides, he really seemed to have changed and grown — she felt like she could trust him again, but she could never be sure, and she was adamant on not getting hurt once more. Especially now, when she was dealing with so many things. If he betrayed her a second time… Spirits, it would be just too much to handle.

“I don’t know,” she muttered and Sokka’s cheeky smile faltered, “I don’t want to be.”

He stretched an arm out to hold her hand fondly, “it’s fine, Y/N. Whatever happens, I’m here for you, okay?”

The Avatar smiled sadly, “thank you, Sokka. I’m really glad to have you in my life.”

“I know, honey. I’m great like that.”

She laughed loudly and he grinned in satisfaction, turning her body around and starting to lead her towards the beach, an arm through her shoulders holding her close to his body.

“Shut up, Sokka. You’re so stupid.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

Zuko felt a pang to his chest when Sokka and Y/N arrived at the beach holding each other so dearly, but he knew he had no right to complain. She would be better off with Sokka anyway — he was good-looking, nice, funny, smart. Meanwhile, Zuko was nothing but a sad mixture of mistakes and regrets. The Avatar deserved more than that.

“Hey, Hotman,” she walked to him with a smile, planting a kiss on Sokka’s cheek before leaving his side. “Why are you all alone on the sand?”

“Because he’s boring,” Toph answered from some feet away and Katara chuckled. Zuko could feel his face redden.

“He is not,” Y/N argued amusingly, sitting down beside him and grinning. She glanced at him with a happy spark in her eyes, “are you excited for the play tonight?”

“No,” he muttered, but his lack of vivacity didn’t bother her in the slightest, “the Ember Island plays are always ridiculous.”

“I think it’s going to be fun,” she shrugged contently, basking in the hot sun, “if it isn’t, we can always throw food at the stage or whatever.”

He tried really hard, but couldn’t bit back the smile that took over his frown. He watched her attentively, noticing how she seemed to glow in the daylight, giving off this incredible warmth he had only ever seen on her. He averted away his gaze, feeling his neck and face heat up at how unapologetically beautiful she was.

Zuko cleared his throat quietly, “yeah, I guess.”

She only smirked in response.

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The play could be worse, he figured. Yes, their portrayal of him was horrible (even though his friends — could he call them friends? Were they friends? He hoped they were — said otherwise) and the actress playing Y/N was not nearly as pretty as the Avatar really was, but Y/N was next to him and, at some point, she had leaned her head on his shoulder tiredly and stayed there. All the training was getting to her and he felt inexplicable joy in the fact she trusted him enough to rest her body on his.

“Look,” her voice was raspy from sleepiness and a chill ran down his spine, “I think now is when you join Team Avatar and becomes our friend.”

He nodded carefully not to disturb her from her position and his heart skipped a beat when she nuzzled closer to his neck. Zuko watched as actor Zuko was accepted into the group and just after a scene with only him and actress Y/N started. Actor Zuko stared at the actress longingly, “my dear Y/N… I know I have wronged you in many ways, but I wanted to apologize for my mistakes and beg for your forgiveness!”

Y/N giggled at that, nudging him affectionately, “that really happened.”

He smiled, eyes following the performers on stage. Actor Zuko continued, “your forgiveness… And maybe your love, Avatar.”

They both immediately tensed up at the words and Y/N moved her head slightly, brows furrowing in confusion.

“My love, Prince Zuko?”

“Yes, my darling.”

They all watched as Actor Zuko and Actress Y/N kissed passionately, earning cheers from the audience. Sokka whistled loudly and Y/N turned to glare at him, receiving a wink in return.

“I have been in love with you since we first met!” Actor Zuko declared excitedly, holding Actress Y/N’s hands. “You are the only one who can make me forget about my teen angst. I love you, Y/N.”

“Well… I don’t!” Actress Y/N moved away swiftly and the crowd gasped in surprise. “I have accepted you in my group, Prince Zuko… But I’ll never accept you in my heart! You’re a bad person that doesn’t deserve my love!”

“What?!” Sokka almost screamed in disbelief. Y/N finally took her head off Zuko’s shoulder, incertitude swimming in her eyes. Before she had the chance to speak, Zuko had already left. The Water Tribe boy widened his eyes at her. “Go after him!”

Y/N nodded her head, getting out of her seat and walking after Zuko, calling his name. He ignored her, feeling anger boil inside him. He knew she would never directly say something like that, but he also knew it was true. She would never love him — he wasn’t worthy of her love, and he was pretty sure she was aware of that too.

“Zuko, wait!” she finally catched up to him, holding his arm and pulling him back. “It’s just a stupid play, Zuko. None of that is true.”

“Really, Y/N?” he turned to stare at her, rage covering his expression. “Because I’m almost certain it is. They said I don’t deserve love, Y/N, and that’s true. After everything I’ve done…”

“No!” she exclaimed desperately, shaking her head vehemently in disagreement. “Zuko, of course you deserve love. Yes, you have made mistakes, but all of us have. You shouldn’t care about what some actress says.”

“But they’re right, Y/N,” he insisted, feeling tears stinging his eyes, “I’m unworthy of love and everyone knows, and that’s why nobody actually loves me.”

“I love you!” she yelled out before she could stop herself, breath hitching at the troubled look taking over his face. Y/N sighed deeply, crossing her arms shyly and looking away, “I do,” her voice was small as she blushed, “I thought I was over my little crush for you but I wasn’t, and it’s—it’s much more than a little crush. I was afraid of admitting it but I know who you are, Zuko. You are loyal and smart and so inherently good and I love you. Spirits, I really do.”

  He stared at her for a second, processing her words. She fidgeted anxiously and he smiled at all her small manners. With certainty to his movements, Zuko took a step forwards and cradled her face in his hands. He studied every inch of her expression, waiting for some kind of rejection. She offered him a hopeful smile and he was quick to smash his lips with hers, feeling the warmth that always surrounded her consume him entirely. He kissed her passionately, happiness pouring out of him — the words “she loves you” echoing inside his mind like a broken record, filling his heart with joy.

She moved away when there was no more air in her lungs, breathing heavily and grinning like a mad woman. Y/N lifted her arm and touched his scar so fondly it physically hurt. Never before had he been touched with such care and it made tears flood his eyes, something she instantly noticed, giggling at his cuteness and drying one running tear with her thumb. She felt like her chest was full. He kissed her thumb lovingly when it rested near his mouth. 

She loved him. She thought he was worthy of love, of her love, even after everything he had done. No matter how many mistakes he had made, she still loved him, and that thought was enough to make Zuko feel some sort of hope towards the future.

Spirits, she really loved him.

“I love you too, Y/N. Very, very much.”

is it good? not really. could it be worse? yeah lmao

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[miiracleangel]

Shake ass pt. 2

~Karasuno 2nd and 3rd year edition~

~Karasuno 1st years ➪ Nekoma Edition~

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara and Jesu- i mean Asahi

i need to restrain myself from calling nishinoya nishinolla and sugawara sugarilla bcs of tiktok

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Tanaka

oh this bitch wouldn’t even hesitate

“if i have to, then you have to as well” he says laid back against your couch, arm around your shoulder. smooth boi vibes

“why do I have to do it?” you question him, looking at him sideways.

“BECAUSE WHAT IF YOURE THE ONE CHEATING AND YOURE TRYING TO DISTRACT ME” he screams, jumping up and down on your couch.

“okok OKAY you animal i’ll do it” you say. This was meant to prank your boyfriend never did you think he would turn the tables on you and make you shake ass.

He gets up from the couch, he looks at you, confusion written on his face. “what bitch” you giggled at him earning a smile from him. “where’s my dance music you pain in the ass? You’re making me do this and i have to do this right”

“you wanted to do this ryu-“ “ that’s not the point where’s my music, gimmie some ppcocaine”

you nose scrunch “dawg shes trash” you tell him. “dawg you want some ass or not” he says back shrugging his shoulders up.

he’s right..so you sigh at his antics and put on a song and the moment he feels the beat..his megan knees activate.

he takes off his shirt throwing it to the side and genuinely shakes ass perfectly like hes born to do it. no movement just straight ass.

you drop your jaw “how ho-“ he shushes you with a kiss to your nose.

pulls you from your sitting position and brings your ass to his crouch, your back against his chest. Hands on your hips and bends you forward.

he bends down, lips to your ear. “shake some ass for me” he whispers.

Nishinoya

NISHINOLLAAA

You’re laying in your boyfriends bed scrolling through tiktok until you come across a video of a woman.

“if he doesn’t send you a video of him shaking his ass he’s cheating on you” and the video cuts off to her husband throwing it back to prove his innocence. which gave you a beautiful idea.

“YUUUUUU” you scream jumping off his bed to run across his house. “Y/NNNNNNNN” he screams from the kitchen running back to you until you meet in the hallway.

“oh hey what’s up” he says casually. you laugh at his antics.

“are you cheating on me?” you ask with a smol pout.

he looks at you with pure shock “wha- what never baby why would you ever think that? i wub you” you says pouting back at you, kissing your pouty lips.

“can you prove it” you ask, still “pouting”

“I’ll do anything baby cakes just tell me what i have to do” he says determined to make his baby smile again.

you erase your pout and hit him with the straightest face hes ever seen “throw it back for me then.”

“throw what back?” he asks confused

“....twerk for me small fry” “OHHH” he yells “don’t call me small fry i’m big where it matters”

“yes your heart” you kiss him. “i was actually gonna say my di-“ you interrupt him with a kiss “just shake your ass if you’re not cheating”

“NO PROBLEM” he says as he jumps, spread his legs apart, hands on his hips and starts hardcore twerking terribly.

he gets back up with a jump “was that good” he says panting with a smile on his face.

you smile back “yes my love” you share a kiss before he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“YOURE TURN”

Daichi

y’all see his ass in that gif? immaculate

“Ready to go Darling?” you hear your boyfriend ask behind you as your turn around and nod your head.

He takes your hand and you both walk hand in hand back to his place from school.

“Thanks for waiting until after practice you didn’t have to” he says kissing your hand.

“It’s fine i finished my homework in the library” you say leaning your head on him. Until an idea came into your head of a tiktok you saw while waiting for your sweet boyfriend.

“Daichi”

“y/n my love”

“You love me right?”

“Last time I checked yes, why?”

“If you love me and never cheated on me, you have to prove it” you say stopping to look at him in the face to show you mean business.

“Okay aaand how do I do that?” he says laughing stopping to stare back at you.

“You have to shake your ass fo-“

He turns around to rub and shake his ass on your side and turns to face you.

you stare at him with wide eyes as he laughs at your cute expression and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“You sent me the tiktok earlier but nice try my love” he says grabbing your hand and giving you a soft kiss to your lips.

You stand there in awe like

this mf doesn’t miss

not once

“When we get home maybe i’ll give you more of a show” he says pulling you along to his house.

Sugawara

widdle suga plum

“So let me make sure i’m hearing correctly”

“Okay”

“You want ME”

“Yes”

“To shake MY ASS”

“Yes”

“To prove to you i’m not cheating”

“correct “

Sugawara just stares at you, looks around for any hidden cameras in your kitchen, and then back at you. “You’re joking”

“No Koshi i’m not i’m genuinely concerned and I need this” you say bitting your lip to bite off a smile.

“but the cookies” he starts moving his hand to point at the cookies in the oven that you both were making.

“the cookies can wait this is important Koshi” you start to pout, “pwease” you give him his one weakness: the puppy eyes.

he groans. “After this you better eat my ass” you laugh at your boyfriends remark and play a random song off your phone waiting for him to bend it over and bounce that ass back when-

“KOSHI WHY ARE YOU GETTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER?!”

He screams back “YOU WANTED SOME ASS IM GONNA PUT ON A SHOW”

he starts very dramatic movements of his hips. You’re pretty sure Meg Thee Stallion would be appalled at the sight but you laugh until-

the Mf slips on some discarded cookie dough and falls off the counter.

“OH MY GOD KOSHI” you scream running to his side after turning off the music.

“i’m fine i’m fine” he says in a laugh.

you sigh at the relief. “I wish i had that on video” you whine into his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head. “Me too” he laughs.

“so you gonna eat my ass now?”

Asahi

As soon as you brought it up his face was just like the one in the gif.

“Shake my ass?” he says nervously

“Yes baby to prove your undying love to me “

“Are you gonna give me a little show to show YOURE undying love to ME?” he asks.

“this isn’t about me Asahi it’s about you and your ass”

Hes at practice, currently in the club room alone and is staring at your cute face through the phone.

He nervously looks around “b- Baby idk maybe later when i’m alone or when we are together i ca-“

“So what i’m hearing IS you don’t love me and you’re cheating on me”

“WHA- no no baby no i- ugh fine” he sets up his camera on the locker in the club room and starts wiggling his ass at the phone until the rest of the team starts walking in”

“WHAT ARE Y-“ you hear Nishinoya until you see your boyfriends face and the call ends.

You’re dying in a fit of laughter at the fact your big scary boyfriend got caught and is in shambles until you hear a ding from your phone.

it’s Asahi

“They’re coming for me send help i’m dying”

then another ding comes from your phone.

It’s Sugawara

“Please tell me you screen recorded that”

Safe to say Asahi will never answer your facetime calls ever again.

[twerkinwithhazza]

Pumpkin Seeds

Author’s Note: UH OHHH BACK AGAIN. I’m back yall finally off hiatus all because my phone is broken LOL. Anywho tumblr is a totally different place and most of my mutuals are adulting now. I would love new tumblr friends and I’m gonna try to continue this writing stuff but I’m busy with adult things now lol and it really depends on if you guys like what you see. Please excuse my rustiness this my first imagine in years... literally. I’ll get better with time. This was also slightly edited but I know there bound to be some mistakes. Anyways watch the Golden music video for clear skin and I hope you guys enjoy!  I think it's so adorable that whoever requested this thought this request wouldn't speak to me lol ! It definitely did because this went from a blurb to a full blown imagine.

psst you can read my other work here!

Warnings: smut smut smut and more smut and possible shitty writing, dirty talk, light choking, and some cursing.

Glossary: (y/c/n)= your cousins name + (y/m/n)= your mothers name

Request: hi!!!! if you are wrtiting for Harry please can you do one where missus and Harry are at a family party and have a quickie in the bathroom? don’t worry if it’s not speaking to you lol xxx

Normally you and your husband loved spending time with your families. Harry was always playing a balancing act between filming music videos, doing interviews, writing sessions, and an occasional date night in the house that always involved a Postmates order from your favorite restaurants and the two of you binge-watching Netflix on shuffle. As much as the both of you enjoyed stuffing your face with poke bowls from Poke Papa and watching True Crime stories, it wasn’t exactly romantic or fulfilling for the both of you, just enough to hold you over until his schedule clears up. So when Harry finally got a weekend off, you guys were ecstatic! You spent the week cleaning the house and meal prepping so no Postmates would be needed and Harry used his free time in between interviews for shopping for special toys and pretty lingerie he wanted to see you model for him. Flirty text messages were sent back and forth during small work breaks about your plans for the weekend and now all the two of you had to do was make it Saturday.

You’re not gonna like this...

The 5 words that destroyed you and Harry’s weekend plans. Anne called while you were organizing your closet and announced that her and Gemma, along with your parents and favorite cousins were coming to town to spend time with the two of you. You tried to convince her that maybe a small dinner party at that new fancy restaurant downtown would be a perfect spot for a get together but she was adamant about coming over to cook the two of you a homecooked meal. Breaking the news to Harry was the worst part, he was clearly devastated (you swore you saw the man shed a few tears). Now here you were stuffing your mouth with Anne’s famous juicy cooked duck instead of your husband's juicy di...

“(Y/N) can you pass me the mashed potatoes”

Your dad’s strong yet muffled voice interrupted your train of thought and broke you out of your horny trance as he chowed down on his meal. Pushing the dish over in your dad's direction allowed you the chance to look around and take a glance at Harry who was making small talk with one of your favorite cousins. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, of course with a few buttons loose, and his cross necklace bounced on his chest as he laughed at your cousin's crazy work stories. You focused on his fingers, his infamous rings adorned his hands, you noted that they were slightly damp from eating and the condensation on his glass cup. As you were drinking in his appearance a small damp spot was forming in your panties but given that there were too many eyewitnesses including, yours and his parents so you chose to just clamp your thighs shut and stuff your mouth with more mashed potatoes. 

Harry deserved his credit as a husband. Despite his calm demeanor, he was very well aware of your little ordeal yet still managed to give interview advice to (y/c/n) and compliment your mom’s cocktail mix. He was quite amused by how increasingly frustrated you were becoming. He noted your concentrated face as you munched harshly on a string bean, hands clenching onto the fork for dear life. He decided to do a little temperature check to truly see how far gone you were.

“So what are we thinking for dessert pecan pie or crumble cake ?”, Harry questioned as he stuck his fork in his mouth, pulling it out again once all the gravy was licked clean. Your eyes finally met and you can tell that he was tossing the ball in your court, it was your job to show him how you wanted the game to be played.

“Mmm I don’t know I guess I’ll have some pecan pie but I really wish I had some pumpkin seeds”, you flatly said as you finished sipping your wine, maintaining full eye contact with him.

Pumpkin seeds. You and Harry were “outside of the box” thinkers, you had to be with his life as a celebrity not exactly pairing well with your shared sexual fantasies. You had code words to indicate to each other when you were craving the other one's touch, but you knew that using the same words around friends, family, and other public figures for too long would possibly cause some suspicion. So your code words changed with the seasons, literally. When the leaves started turning that classic golden yellow and auburn, your code words changed thus came the use of the word Pumpkin Seeds.

Gemma and your mom shared a glance, raising their eyebrows in collective confusion.

“Pumpkin seeds.. For dessert ?” Gemma finally burst out., both of your mothers soft laughter followed in the background.

“Heyyy” ,Harry pouted as he bopped Gemma on the nose with some gravy ,“ I have you know Pumpkin Seeds are one of our favorite midnight snacks”. 

“Gross“, Gemma stuck out her tongue and wiped her nose. You couldn't tell whether she was referring to the gravy on her nose, your choice of midnight snacks, Harry’s smug statement followed by a wink at you, or a combination of all three.

“Well we can be concerned with dessert once we break out the baby pictures, I’ve been dying to see the infamous skinny dipping picture (y/m/n) has been telling me about”. Anne clapped her hands together and hopped out of her seat heading to the kitchen. Your mother followed behind but not before instructing you to head up to the attic to retrieve the pictures. You glanced at Harry but he seemed occupied cleaning up the dinner plates with your dad. You let out a frustrated huff and made your way up to the attic to grab the photo albums. 

As you shuffled through old boxes holding Harry’s old tour outfits and your little knickknacks from your travels, you heard the attic door open.

“Pumpkin seeds huh?”, Harry lightly chuckled letting the attic door close and leaning against the door frame. 

You refused to make eye contact with him, continuing to shuffle through the bins locating a few photo albums as you went , “It was only a matter of time Harry and you know it. Our weekend got stolen and we haven’t... ya know in like two weeks. So, yes Harry I want some damn pumpkin seeds.”

You let out a huff. You didn’t mean to come off so sassy and aggressive but you were frustrated… sexually. Your cousin was getting more Harry time in the 3 hour family dinner than you had gotten in the past two weeks. You stacked the photo albums gently on top of each other and cradled them in your arms, finally turning to face your husband but you didn't have to look very far. Harry had closed that gap between the two of you, gripping your face and making you look up at him causing you to drop the albums in shock. 

“Well let’s get you your pumpkin seeds then”

That’s all it took and sparks turned into a flame, you and Harry’s bodies connected and a feverish makeout session broke out. You both were so hungry for each other after weeks of neglects and it just felt so damn good to finally connect. Harry’s wet kisses were making their way down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. You knew he was getting into it and normally you would be completely here for it if your kitchen wasn’t flooded with family members waiting to laugh at your baby pictures.

“Baby.. we… fuckkkkk”, You moaned out as Harry popped one of your nipples out of his mouth before moving to nip on the next one. “Baby we can’t your mom is downstairs… we have to go”, you finally let out and glanced down at your husband as pinched your nipples between his finger tips. “When has that ever stopped us”, he slyly laughs. In one swift motion, he turned you around pulling your back into his chest pulling down your skirt. You couldn’t even get words of protest out, Harry had his hands wrapped around your neck and was already freeing himself from his pants and boxers. He pulled your panties to the side and let out a hiss as he watched a string of your arousal stretch from your dripping flower to his fingers.

“Baby please just do something”, you huffed out a soft moan as you waited in anticipation. The grip around your throat tightened as he entered you, both of you letting out a sigh of relief. Harry completely bottomed out inside of you, touching that special spot that only he could. Your walls clenched around him, holding him in snug almost as if your pussy was begging him not to leave. Normally the two you were very vocal during sex from dirty talk to his loud moans and your even louder cries of pleasure. However you both knew that wasn’t possible right now and kept your moans down as much as you could. Harry was not making it easy though and the noise coming from the two of your bodies colliding were basty in the best ways possible. With every thrust of Harry’s hip you could hear your wetness coating Harry dick and as Harry picked up the speed his balls roughly tapped on your clit, only adding to your pleasure. You could barely form thoughts let alone sentence, Harry was literally fucking you silly and using your G-Spot as punching bag for his dick, The sounds and the pleasure were clearly getting to Harry as well, the grip he had on your hips grew tighter and his eyes were squeezed shut. 

“Bloody fucking hell you’re so tight around me, can’t even take it”, he groans and throws his head back as he roughly draws your hips into his. It didn’t even feel like it was possible but Harry picked up the speed of his thrust continuing the assault on your poor needy pussy even further. The pleasure was all too much and that oh so familiar feeling hit the pit of your stomach and you were starting to lose your composure. Your moans were getting increasingly louder and your grip on Harry was growing tighter. Harry knew his wife and he knew your dam was getting closer and closer to breaking and he was determined to get you there. He placed a hand over your mouth and moved his other hands down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles. “ Look at you” he cooed cockily, “Taking me so fucking well like a good girl should. Barely let out a scream ‘cus you don’t want your parents to hear how much of a cock whore you are”. He knew you wouldn’t last long with the way he was talking to you and he was absolutely correct because his words were driving you insane. As the pressure was continued building up in your stomach, you felt the telling twitch in Harry’s dick that let you know he was approaching his end too.

“Gonna give me what I want uh? Gonna cum all over my cock and let me cum in that tight little pussy of yours. You gotta hold it in.. don’t want to leave any drops for our guest to find huh? Gonna be a good girl and hold all my cum in you?”, Harry grunted into your ear as you whimpered against his hands. You were seeing stars and feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach and you knew it was only a matter of time before you both came undone.” Oh baby”, you whined and your head fell down as the pressure from your stomach finally was released as your orgasm spilled out all over Harry’s dick and thighs. The gushing feeling from your orgasm and your weak whimpers and cries drove Harry overboard, burying his face in your neck and his roughly groaning as he released inside of you. The two of you stayed connected for a bit, thighs stuck together thanks to your shared orgasm with Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist supporting both of your weights up as you composed yourselves. When he finally pulled out of you, you kept every drop he gave you tucked inside your tight walls just as promised. 

“So those Pumpkin Seeds huh”

[zzizzigom]

Fun | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Fem!Reader (2nd person p.o.v but no Y/N use) Genre/Warning(s): no warnings, minor fluff Length: 1.8k words Summary: in which you've joined Sam and Bucky on their mission and have ended up at Sharon's home in Madripoor. AO3 Link

A/N: I haven't written something in AGES, and this isn't anything particularly special but it's something I was able to finish and that's a relief for me right now. If you read it, I hope it brings at least a little joy to your day:)

Apologies for any typos I may have missed while editing.

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You stood at the bar, drink in hand, as you people watched. The overall vibe of Sharon’s house-turned-club was jovial. You’d caught glimpses of Sharon speaking to buyers, tablet in hand. You didn’t know how she got any type of business done in this environment but, looking at the state of the mansion and the fact she has it all to herself, it seemed to be working just fine for her.

From the corner of your eye you caught sight of a figure sauntering towards you. Your gaze dragged to the man and watched with barely hidden contempt as he smirked. As soon as he came within earshot you met his gaze. “Turn around. You don’t want me.”

His eyes went blank and the smirk fell off his face. His voice was monotone and heavy as he repeated, “I don’t want you.”

Then he spun on his heel and walked back the way he came. You watched for a moment, only turning away when he shook his head clearing away the compulsion. Lifting your champagne flute to your lips, you catch sight of Zemo circling the dance floor. Surprisingly, he’s bobbing his head to the music and you almost laugh. You figured Zemo would’ve preferred a classical piece or maybe some type of orchestral villain theme song.

Your eyes linger for a moment, the usual suspicion settling on your shoulders but when he continues to just bob to the beat you figure it’s fine. Next to you, someone plops down on the empty stool and you turn readying the command to leave you alone. It dies on your tongue when you catch sight of Sam.

“You watching Zemo, too?”

“Yeah. But unless his killer dance moves are actually murderous, I think we’ll be fine.”

Sam snorts and takes the drink the bartender hands him. “Anything from Sharon yet?”

“Nope. She’s still doing her rounds.” You sigh and then move in for another sip only to find your glass empty. Setting it down on the bar top, you turn away from it. If you’re expected to be going straight to Nagel’s hideout after this you don’t want to have too much.

“I saw you turn that guy away,” Sam commented.

“Okay.” Years ago someone pointing out you using your abilities would’ve brought you shame and guilt. But now it no longer bothered you…too much.

“If Zemo can seemingly have fun for a little bit, so can you.”

You scoff and cut him a glance. “Sam, that man looked ready to spike my drink the first chance he got.”

“Okay, maybe not with him, but you can loosen up a little bit. You’re over here looking ready to slit a throat.”

Grinning, you shake your head. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m having fun. In fact, this is my leave because I was in the middle of telling a story to some criminals.”

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth, “Don’t get too friendly.” Sam nudges your arm with his elbow and steps away. You see him join a group and you can’t hear what he says to them but you do hear some of their laughter over the music.

Rolling your neck to loosen some of the tension, you turn to the bar again. Screw it. One more won’t hurt. You catch the bartender’s eye from where he stands and point to your glass. He nods and starts to pour another one. Once your new drink is in hand you decide that while you may not need to have “fun” you don’t need to stand in the same spot the whole night.

You take your time moving through the crowd, careful to keep dancing people from bumping into your drink. The top Sharon lent you is a smooth ivory colored silk and the last thing you want to do is return it damp.

Finding the art displays, you move through the lit up cases. The music is still loud, but in the tucked away corner it’s not as deafening. A few other people lingered at paintings and artifacts but none paid you any mind. You pause at a painting you vaguely recognize but you don’t know enough about the art world to name the piece or the artist.

It’s a beautiful painting, the way the soft colors mesh together brings a small calm to you. You feel the presence of someone standing behind you, and with it brings the new swooping feeling in your chest, but before you can do anything a familiar voice speaks, “This one is worth $10 million.”

You give a low whistle and take a sip of your drink. You don’t think you’ve ever had that much money in your life. Looking over your shoulder, you find Bucky looking at the painting with his hands in his pockets. His shoulders are a little stiff and his jaw is tense. His brow is mildly puckered and though his eyes come back to look at the painting, they dart off as if still surveying the room. You imagine this is how you looked to Sam standing at the bar. Lips quirking you nod at him. “Modern day night life not doing it for you?”

Bucky only gives a soft grunt.

You continue, “What? Bucky Barnes didn’t get down back in his day? You said you liked 40's music, right? I could make the DJ switch it up for you.”

The looks he shoots you is exasperated and mildly annoyed. You can’t help but add. “Believe it or not but I can do a mean swing step. You wouldn’t be alone out there.”

“You’re being annoying.” Despite his words you catch the faint smile and mirth in his eyes.

“Ah, ah! I saw a smile!” When Bucky only continues to stare you give him a shrug. “I’m taking the brooding silence as confirmation.”

You start to move on to the next painting, expecting him to turn the other way but instead he moves with you. You didn’t want to dwell on it (a.k.a get your hopes up about it), but you noticed him doing that more and more. As you take in the old looking necklace in front of you, you catch sight of Zemo through the glass case. He’s now in the middle of the dance floor…dancing…

You laugh a little and give a shake your head. Bucky seems to follow your gaze and you hear another grunt from him.

“I could’ve gone my whole life without seeing him dance.”

“You know, if Zemo can have fun, so can you.” You use Sam’s earlier words to you. Hopefully that doesn’t make you a hypocrite.

Bucky is quiet and you don’t think too much about it, starting to get used to it. Moving on from the necklace, you take in another painting. This one is not your favorite, the harsh lines and odd colors bring a mildly confused frown to your face. Your head tilts as you continue to study the piece. Behind you, Bucky says, “I am having fun.”

Without looking at him you reply, “Are you?”

“Yes.” This finally pulls your attention and you turn to meet his eyes. “I think you’re fun.”

Bucky takes his hands out of his pockets and starts to fidget with the cuff links on his borrowed jacket. You can't quite tell if he's telling the truth, or just saying that to make sure you don't feel awkward. However, you know enough about Bucky to know that if he didn’t want to be talking to you he would’ve left, or he wouldn’t even have spoken to you in the first place so he must be telling the truth. At your silence, he drops his hands and clears his throat.

“Are you having fun?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you think about it. Bucky’s face gives nothing away as he waits your answer. Part of you wants to open up your senses and let your powers read his emotions but you stop yourself. Instead you think about the past few days and the situation you’re in. When you practically forced yourself onto the airplane with Bucky and Sam, you figured it would only be for one mission, something to get the sudden need for danger and adventure out of your system.

You never imagined it would’ve brought you to breaking out a criminal from prison and then ending up at a former colleague’s illegal art dealership, and you couldn’t imagine where it’d lead you from here. And yet despite the ups and downs this adventure has brought to your little group…

“I suppose I am having fun,” you finally reply. You can’t stop from adding, “It’s been…fun learning more about you and Sam. We’ve all fought together before, but I never really took the time to get to know either of you. It’s been nice, all things considered.”

There’s quiet between the two of you. The song has shifted into a new melody, this one just as pounding as the last but it doesn’t seem as if either of you are paying attention to it. You give a soft laugh and down the rest of your champagne. “Sorry. That was more than you asked for.”

“Don’t apologize,” Bucky responds. He steps a bit closer. “I agree. I kept my circle to Steve and, against my will, Sam—“ he pauses when you give a quick laugh “—Even during the whole Accords stuff, I didn’t really interact with the team and then I went off to Wakanda. It’s nice to have another person to talk to.”

Movement behind Bucky catches your attention and your eyes are pulled from his soft expression. Behind him, Sam approaches looking around at all the art pieces. “Figure I’d check in on the dark and brooding duo.”

“You just checked on me,” you shot back.

“Well, I’m checking on you again. I lost sight of Sharon.”

“She’ll find us when she’s ready,” Bucky replied. He heaved a sigh and shoved his hands back into his pockets.

You nod your agreement but before you can say anything Zemo’s voice carries through the room as he steps up next to you. “Well, I will admit this has been quite entertaining but I’m ready to get a move on.”

“We were just talking about that.” Sam turned to the necklace you’d been looking at earlier. “As nice as all this art stuff is I’m getting antsy.”

Everyone falls into silence and through your senses you can feel that everyone agrees. You think about telling everyone to split up and find Sharon to ask if she’s found anything but soon she steps around a display case.

“Hey, guys, I got something. Let’s go.”

Zemo steps around you and him and Sam follow after her immediately. Setting your glass down on a nearby table you turn and find Bucky waiting for you. “Ready for this?”

Giving a sure nod you move past him and after a moment you can sense him take up the rear.

[soyforramen]

If you have time/energy, 41 for the bughead prompts pls! It’s the “overhears they have feelings for you.”

Now that i finally have the time, here’s some fluff to counter the angst!

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             Betty paused at the door to the Blue and Gold office when she heard voices.  This late in the day, it was usually only her and Jughead still working on the college newspaper. Or, rather, while she continued working diligently on page layouts while he worked on homework on the couch.

             “It’s not that big of a deal,” Jughead said.  “Right?  So I should just say it.”

             She peeked in through the crack in the door and saw him pacing back and forth, his hands waving wildly in the air.

             “If it’s not that big of a deal, why haven’t you said it?” came a reply from Toni.  

             Strange; Toni was always the most punctual person on their team.  Her photos had been ready to print for over a week, and she rarely spent her free time in the office..  Unless Jughead had dragged her into his usual shenanigans regarding things that went bump in the night?

             “Because –“

             Jughead stopped and made a pained noise. Unsympathetic, Toni snickered, and even Betty had to cover her mouth from laughing.  As much as she enjoyed his company, even Betty had to admit it was amusing to see him get so wrapped up in himself.

             “It’s just three words,” Toni pointed out.  “And it’s not like it will kill you to say it.”

             “She might.”

             “Betty is not going to murder you –“

             “Not her, Cheryl.”

             This time, Toni burst out in peals of laughter that covered up Jughead’s response. Curious to hear her cousin’s name, Betty leaned closer to the open door.   The fiery tempered red-head was as much of a fan of Jughead’s as he was of hers, and that wasn’t saying much of anything.  

             “Cheryl is why you’re afraid to say ‘I love you‘?”

             Jughead grumbled something inaudible, and Betty glanced up and down the halls to make sure she was alone.  This close to information so pertinent to her life – Jughead was in love???? When did that happen??? Why??? - the last thing she needed was someone as boisterous as Kevin or Veronica yelling her name down the hall. Pressing herself against the door frame, Betty bit her lip and tried to calm her pounding heart.

             “The last time someone even mentioned asking Betty out –“

             Betty had to bite her tongue to keep from starting.  A pen fell from her pocket and echoed in the empty halls. There was a silence, and she waited to be found out.  

             “That was because it was Reggie Mantle doing the asking,” Toni pointed out, completely ignorant of being eavesdropped on.  She continued in a less than sure voice. “Besides, Cheryl … doesn’t dislike you.  She’d probably even be happy with you if you got Betty out of the apartment for something that wasn’t school or work.  You know, like a date?  The thing people ask about when they like someone?”

             Now too nervous to stay still, Betty rushed from the door, clutching her bag to her chest, and fled to the bathroom.  As soon as the door closed behind her, she couldn’t help but clasp her hands together in glee.  She and Jughead had danced around each other for over a year now and the closest they could get to anything called ‘dating’ had been a late-night stake out to see if the Dean of the Journalism school really was moonlighting as a click bait writer for BuzzFeed.

             She breathed deeply to calm her nerves. Try as she might, she couldn’t contain the thrill of hearing that Jughead Jones, the guy she’d been crushing on since freshman orientation, liked her.  Not just liked.  He loved her.  Betty couldn’t help but hug herself.  

             Straightening her shirt and steeling herself to be as forward as she imagined Cheryl would be, Betty stepped out of the bathroom and made her way, once more, to the Blue and Gold office. As she neared the office, Toni emerged and sent her a wink.  

             “Good luck in there, boss,” Toni said with a salute.

             Betty bit down a response and opened the door.   Jughead jumped up as if electrocuted, his face white at the sight of her.  Any other time, Betty would have rushed towards him, asking him twenty different questions to try and figure out why he looked so ill.  Now, though, it was all she could do to keep from smiling.

             “Good evening, Jughead,” she chirped.  

             He stammered a reply and she set her backpack on her desk.  

             “You know what I really love?” she asked, unable to help herself, especially when a faint blush rose to his cheeks.  “Those wontons you got last week.  Where was that from again?”

             “Klump’s Kafeteria,” Jughead said.  “Did you get my article?”

             Betty nodded, disappointed he’d jumped so quickly to business.  “I did. I really love,” she paused, sitting down on her desk and pulling her laptop out, “the way you captured the emotions in your review.  Especially whereyou talk about the mise-en-scene and how well it pulled everything together. It made the recommendation that more meaningful.”

             “Honestly?  I couldn’t stand the movie,” Jughead said.  He rolled his eyes and sat on the corner of her desk.  

             And suddenly, the spell was broken, and her regular, normal Jughead was back in front of her.  She watched his face as he complained about plot pacing and script-incongruities.  Only half paying attention, Betty wondered if he’d finally make a move.   It would be even better, though, if he’d finally notice that she’d been flirting this whole time.

             “Regardless, it was a very well written piece,” Betty said when he’d finished.  “You know what I also love?”

             Jughead raised an eyebrow at her, finally beginning to notice a trend.   “Those weird blue macaroons that taste like Peto-Bismol from Chez Bonuit?”

             She flicked her pen at him and scowled.  “You just have a warped sense of taste after eating all that grease and sugar at Pop’s.”

              “And yet who’s the one also asking me to bring them a strawberry milkshake whenever they find out I’m eating all that grease and sugar?”

             “It’s one of the little things I love you for,” Betty said, slipping it in as casually as she could. “That and the lattes you bring me after a late night editing.”

              Jughead’s eyes flew open and heat bubbled up in her cheeks.  Pressing on, Betty opened up a browser on her computer and turned it to him.

             “I also love, and I hope you will too, that R.R.J. Swift is putting out a new Play of Chairs book next month.”

             His face light up and he crowded in next to her, their faces a few inches from the screen.  “How did I miss this?  There’s no way they could get that to print so quickly.”

             “Everyone in printing was told it was a new Donna Sweet novel,” Betty said, clicking a few times until a different website came up, “so it’s been hush-hush until he broke the news an hour ago.”*

             “Finally, we can see what happens to Trienne of Barth.”

             She elbowed him lightly.  “I can’t believe you still like her after she betrayed Don Ice.”

             “I can’t help it.  I love her storyline,” he shot back, his eyes searching hers.

             Undeterred, Betty thrust out her chin.  “And I love –“

             “Yes, yes, we get it,” Toni said.  “You two are trapped in a bubble of love.”

             They both turned, blushing, to the door.  

             “Sorry to interrupt the futile flirting, but I forgot my notes,” Toni said, walking towards the couch.  She held up a notebook and shook it at them.  “Just kiss her already Jones, or I will.  And since the last time that happened I ended up going to prom with your girlfriend...”

             “She’s right, you know” Betty said when Toni left.

             Jughead cleared his throat.  “About which part?”

             “You should kiss me.”

             “I –“

             Whatever his protestations might have been, Jughead smartly decided to ignore them.  Instead, he leaned towards Betty, who happily met him more than half-way.

             A few months later, when Jughead claimed their first date was at a Play of Chairs release party, Betty couldn’t help but cover a laugh.  She loved that he was technically correct, even if it was only a party of two.

*(No, I do not know how printing works, nor do I care enough to Google this or other characters from the series.  Apologies if I’m wrong.  If I am, just pretend they’re talking about Minecraft.)

[korissideblog]

ohhh i'm lowkey very proud of this one <333

sillie little characters: Hiroharu [@compoundhero ] Michiko [@residentquirksupport ] and Ikuto [@the-heartbeat-hero ] <3

i didn't finish all the sketches i wanted for this fic, but i also wanted to get it out today, so maybe i'll reblog it or edit it later with the drawings <3 there are like two that i finished on time, but ahugghieisdifs whatever. it's officially midnight and i have work tomorrow <3

(also, if heartbeat-hero is reading this, thxs for reading over it for me, and i changed the ending a tiny bit so you could have something new to read <3)

“And then he’s going to put the ring on you-”

“But the ring is poisoned.” “Yes, we’re not gonna let it touch you. We’ll be there before anything happens.”

“Alright and- you can go tighter than that Mich.” Aito said, looking over his shoulder to Michiko, who was busy tying Aito’s corset.

“Any tighter and you won’t be able to breathe. You’re gonna be wearing this for longer than you think.” Michiko warned, tying the knot as flatly as she could. “Plus the dress is already fitted, if your waist gets smaller the fabric would look baggy.” Aito fought the urge to roll his eyes and turned back to Hiroharu.

“You know Jeje, I thought you would have brought me a gift.” She said, crossing her arms. “New silverware or something.”

Hiroharu closed the file in his hands as he looked at Aito in confusion. “Why would we have done that?”

“Because!” Aito said, walking to the other side of the dressing room, passing Ikuto- who’s been nervously rearranging Aito’s bouquet for the last 20 minutes- and unzipping a huge dress bag. A short but fluffy white dress spilled from it, and Aito unhooked it from the hanger.

“I’m getting married!”

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Aito was kinda spacing out a bit.

In his defense! He’d already done the walking-down-the-aisle-over-pretty-rose-petals bit, and that’s all he was really looking forward to at his wedding.

He knew Haru and Michi and Iku would be here any moment to break up the arrangement, but he had to play it cool, smiling and giggling at her groom as he read his vows.

Haruto Suzuki, better known as the White Phantom, was Aito’s target. He was cunning and malicious and a hopeless romantic to anyone who could get ahold of his list of ebooks. Aito spent almost half a year in this role-Ichika Yokoyama, for the time being- and worked a bit harder than necessary to get close to Suzuki. She just liked her cases ending with a bang, and what was more exciting than a wedding?

______________________________________________________________

Hiroharu listened intently to the wiretap under Aito’s dress, trying to time the ambush while the support team rounded the back, ready to catch any of the villains in attendance. The support team was being led by Michiko over radio as Haru focused on Suzuki.

“-I promise to always remember that you are indeed human. That you may sometimes make questionable decisions, decisions I don't agree with, like when you got a red velvet wedding cake when I asked for vanilla”

The reception laughed and Haru could hear Aito smack Suzuki’s hand playfully. At least she was staying in character.

“But that’s just it, isn’t it? You’ve always been like that, headstrong and sure of yourself in ways I could never be. You’re always right in the end- red velvet is my favorite flavor, I was just worried about other people’s opinions.- and… and I think that’s why I love you, Ichika.”

“I don’t think I would poison someone if I loved them.” Ikuto huffed, trying his best to stay in his chair in case pacing would alert anyone to the ambush.

Hiroharu remembered the call well. The one where Aito told him that he found messages between Suzuki and another villain, messages describing how Suzuki knew that Aito was speaking to someone behind his back. Secret calls to Michiko and Ikuto about the mission turned into hidden calls from a lover in Suzuki’s eyes, and he was going to take his revenge. Hiroharu was ready to pull Aito out of the mission then and there but… Aito wanted to continue.

“He didn’t tell me that he knew.” she reasoned. “If the wedding goes as planned, there’ll be at least 3 villains in attendance, as well as a few people who might have information that we need! He’s not gonna kill me before the wedding, so let’s keep going!” Hiroharu hated this plan, but Aito was stubborn enough to get her way.

Hiruharu noticed a slight change in Suzuki’s voice, silently getting Michiko’s attention with a wave of his hand. The vows were about to end.

“And that’s what today is all about… it’s not about arguments over cakes or venues or honeymoons… it’s about getting past all those arguments and realizing that… that I would go through a thousand more if it means I get to wake up next to you tomorrow.”

And Aito laughs, tears threatening her makeup as she gives the signal that the ring is in his hand- it’s time to go.

______________________________________________________________

The small reception turned to face the doors of the building as the heroes crashed through it, but the entire room stood still as the scene settled.

There he was, Aito Takao, Ichika Yokoyama, the blushing bride… with a golden band on her finger.

Aito’s eyes drooped a bit, as if she couldn’t figure out what she was looking at. Her hands clutched weakly at Suzuki’s lapels as she tried to regain her balance, his breathing getting heavy as he tried to stand up straight. “H-Haru…?” she asked just above a whisper, nobody sure of which one she was talking to as her body leaned back and she fell to the floor, limp as a corpse.

… a corpse…

Hiroharu could… he could feel Michiko’s hand clutching his wrist, but it was like he was remembering it, not like it was happening currently. Like he was asked to describe what happened as he watched his friend collapse into a pile of lace and satin, white and cold like a dead dove. Asked to describe the feeling of loss as he felt Ikuto slump onto his shoulder, holding onto his sleeve as if he couldn’t stay upright, like his body told him to meet Aito on the floor. Asked to describe Aito, her breath shaky and pained, the last one leaving her chest like a deadly flower wilting.

Something wicked… but also delicate in it’s own way.

What Hiroharu couldn’t describe was the sound. He knew there was silence, the telltale ringing of the room as no one dared inhale, as if Aito’s death would proceed all of their own, but there was also something else.

There was laughter.

Laughter Hiroharu recognized well. Notes and melody that he could recall from his high school years, a finger pointed at him as his friend laughed at whatever trick she had just pulled.

And oh what a trick he had pulled.

Aito sat up lazily, looking up at her groom- the villain shocked and nearly shaking as he looked down at his corpse bride- laughter spilling from her lips like blood as he gazed at the man in black through her eyelashes, batting them playfully as he finally calmed down enough to speak.

“Oh, you think I’m stupid, right?” He asked, one hand sneaking under her skirt. “Thought you could just kill me- didn’t wanna talk out our issues, baby?” He spat, his teeth pearly white and dangerously sharp as she smiled. From under her garter she produced a short poll, which when swung extended into his iconic golden colored staff. Aito took the ring off his finger as he stood, holding it up to Suzuki like a prize.

“I switched the rings~”

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“I can’t believe you did that.” Ikuto sighed with exhaustion, the fight was finally over, looking over the party as Michiko and the support team made quick work of arresting everyone involved. “I was so scared- I thought you died.”

Aito shrugged and continued eating the small slice of red velvet cake he somehow managed to salvage after Haru threw a guy into it. “That happens sometimes. Who’s feeding Jiji while I’m away?” He asked, as Ikuto realized that Aito really didn’t know what he did wrong, and also realized that he didn’t have the energy to explain.

“One of your neighbors. She’s like 2 doors down-“

“You got Hasegawa to feed Jiji!?” And now it was Ikuto’s turn to roll his eyes at something he saw as minuscule. “I hate her! You know that!”

“You don’t have to like her for her to feed Jiji.” Ikuto responded, his dismissal similar to Aito’s. Aito responded with her usual dramatics, shoving his plate into Ikuto’s hands as he turned to the gift table, sorting through the things that could be evidence (all of it) and the things he wanted to keep (also all of it). He held up a little envelope, and read the words on the front aloud. “Suzuki, for you and your new wife- and two bodyguards.” He tore it open with curiosity and four tickets fell into his hand. “Oh they‘re for-“ Aito gasped quietly as he read the name on the ticket, immediately holding it out to Ikuto. Before Ikuto could actually read the tickets, Aito stepped away and jogged over to Michiko.

“Mich~” Aito sang, holding up the tickets, but failing to catch Michiko’s eyes as she watched through the open doors, Suzuki in handcuffs being escorted into a large black SUV. “guess what?”

“Do you… Aito?” Michiko started, as if she was unsure about whether she wanted the answer to her question or not. “He… I know he’s a villain and he’s done terrible things but…” she leaned her head so she could see the SUV drive away. “He thought… I mean… he really thought he was going to kill the love of his life today.” she held herself, as if just the thought of it brought a coldness that would make her shiver. “I mean could you even imagine-” and then… she looked at Aito. Aito, with his droopy yellow eyes, completely unfazed by what Michiko was describing.

She knew Aito could love. She knew that Aito loved his mama, and Ikuto like a brother, and she knew that Aito loved her and Haru like best friends but… given the blank stare… she wasn’t sure if Aito…

“You dated him for half a year- Aito, he even asked you to marry him.” Michiko said, trying her best to describe her ideas in a way that Aito could understand. “That whole entire time did you ever… you know…?” Aito seemed as though he was about to respond, but paused, as if he really wanted to think about his answer.

“He… he really had a thing for poker.” she started, watching as the last of the SUV slipped behind the horizon line. “He’d play with his friends and… if he won big he’d…” Aito raised her hands gently, as if holding something delicate. “He’d buy me a dozen roses… and he’d tell me I was on his mind. That I was his good luck charm.” he laughed, recalling how silly it all sounded. “And… for just a moment… I’d forget it was all a job.”

“Hope I’m not interrupting.” Both of the women jumped a bit as Haru came up from behind them, quickly turning to face him and forget their prior conversation. “Ikuto said Aito found something and she wanted to show us.”

“Ohh Boss!” Aito chirped, immediately snapping out of whatever mournful spell him and Michi were under. “You’d never guess!” she then held out the four tickets for them to examine. “Pack your bags! I know where we’re going next!!!”