#i walk out of that store arms full of felt and pipe cleaners

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I am an absolute fiend in the Micheal’s felt section

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Broke for Halloween

Summary: Person A and Person B have moved in together just in time for Halloween. Hosting their first Halloween party seems like a good idea until they realize that funds are rather low. Creative DIY decorations last minute makes for an interesting evening.

Genre: Fluff...comedy? maybe? I don’t know it’s just silliness

Warning: recreational alcohol usage

a/n: This is my contribution to the BTS Writing Cafe “Promptly Yours” collaboration. (this is unedited as always)

WC: 1.9k

Living with Hoseok had proven to be a lot more fun than you had thought that it would be. He was a friend of a friend, and both of you were looking for a potential roommate at the same time. You met once before you’d signed the lease on the tiny, slightly run down cottage that you lived in now. The bedrooms were tiny, the bathrooms were tiny, and the kitchen had very limited counter space. There was this charm about it and the overgrown backyard that made you fall in love with it.

Hoseok was an amazing roommate. He always cleaned up after himself and was a lot of fun to hang out with. Your lease started on October 1, and you were so excited to decorate the house for Halloween.

“What do you think about getting a black light?” you ask Hoseok while the two of you sit watching “Sabrina the Teenage Witch.”

“Just for funsies?” he asks, chuckling slightly.

“I mean...it would obviously be fun. But for Halloween. Duh.”

He turns to you and smiles. “Whatever you want to do is totally fine with me.”

You immediately pick up your phone and start to scroll through blacklights online. You sigh slightly to yourself. You’d forgotten that you need money to be able to buy things. While you had enough money to buy the blacklight, that would leave very limited funds for everything else. You had already told a couple of friends that you were going to have a party, without asking Hoseok, but you hadn’t really planned any details.

“Question,” you state toward Hoseok.

“Answer.”

“How do you feel about a Halloween party?” you ask, slightly tentative because you’re unsure what his feelings about parties are.

“Here? That would be awesome!” He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back at him.

The two of you immediately begin planning. You’re in charge of drinks and decorations. Hoseok is in charge of food and music. The two of you immediately get to work. You look at your bank account and, much to your chagrin, realize that most of your money is going to go toward the drinks alone. Moving isn’t cheap, and with deposit, first and last month’s rent, you were pretty tapped.

“Hoseok...I don’t have a ton of money for decorations.”

“I wish I could help out, but with the food that I’ll be buying, I’m pretty cash poor,” he gives you a strained smile, but you can see that it bothers him.

You think for a second. You know that your party would still be fine even without decorations, but you really wish that you were able to do something to make it more festive rather than just a house party. Then it hits you.

“I know!” you exclaim, grabbing Hoseok’s hand. “There are plenty of DIY decorations online. We can use my art supplies to make some!”

You look down at where your hands are joined, immediately flush, and pull your hand away. You look away from him and tuck your hair behind your ears.

“That’s a great idea. Can you find some crafts online? I’ll do whatever you need me to do, just let me know.”

You smile to yourself, and something in your chest flutters a little bit at his words. There was no denying that Hoseok was attractive, but you know that getting involved in any way with your brand new roommate might not be the best idea. So you admired from afar, keeping your thoughts to yourself.

The next day, your best friend, Seoyeon took you out for coffee. You hadn’t seen her since she helped you move at the beginning of the month, and it was nice to just spend time in her warm energy.

“So how is living with that hot boy going?” she asks after sipping her latte.

You choke a little bit on your hot chocolate. You weren’t ready for a question like that, though you should have expected it from her. She had a way of being crass and straightforward about things. She often embarrassed you in public because you were a lot more reserved than her.

“It’s uh...it’s good,” you say, feeling the heat rising in your face.

She laughs and takes another sip of her latte. You can see by the look in her eyes that she’s not going to let you off so easily. You avert your eyes from her, instead looking at the local art that is hung around the shop. Some of it is actually really interesting, and you think that if you had more money right now, you might buy one.

“It’s good, is it?” You can almost hear her raising her eyebrows as you stare intently at an abstract piece on the wall. “How good?”

“Normal good. Roommate good.”

She laughs, and you force yourself to drag your eyes back to her face. The smile on her face is not mocking, but it actually seems empathetic. You are grateful for your friend because, even though she will make fun of you at any given chance, she is still caring and a good friend.

“Look, something is up. What is it?” she asks, her voice kind and caring.

“I just...I kinda grabbed his hand last night and felt - I don’t know - felt something,” you feel the heat building in your cheeks, and you kind of wish that you could disappear into the floor.

The look in her eyes brings you some comfort. “It’s okay to feel attracted to him. It’s okay to like him. I know it’s complicated because he’s your roommate, but you’re allowed to feel your feelings.”

You try to absorb the words and tell her she’s right, but in the back of your mind you know that it would be unwise to try to take things any further with the man you’ve only lived with for a few weeks. It would be great if everything worked out between you, but, you tell yourself, this is just a little crush. It will go away.

The two of you finally change the subject and talk about the things going on in her life. After a while, you split to go your separate ways. You head toward the craft store to gather your supplies.

When you arrive home, you have bags of various supplies, you shout out to Hoseok as you walk in. He appears in the room, in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, looking slightly disheveled.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?” you ask

“No, I was just napping earlier, and I’ve been kind of just lounging around,” he responds, rubbing his eyes slightly.

You lift up the bags and shake them slightly. “I got the goods.”

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon putting together homemade pumpkins, spiders, and creepy things in jars. Several times, your hands brush each other as you reach for pipe cleaners or construction paper.

4 hours later, your entire living room is covered in glitter, and you wonder how long you will be finding pieces of glitter in your hair and on your skin. You look over at Hoseok, and he has a large piece of purple glitter right on his cheek.

“Hold still,” you say as you lean in toward him.

You gently pluck the piece of glitter off his check, and the two of you stay there, heads close together for a little while longer. You feel the heaviness of the moment, knowing that you could lean your head a little further in and press your lips against his. You consider it, but you decide that ultimately, it isn’t the right time for that. Your heart flutters in your chest as you pull away from him and turn back toward your crafts. You wonder if he is having as much difficulty not kissing you as you are not kissing him.

Three nights later, the party at your house is in full swing. All of your friends are there as well as people you don’t recognize. You assume that these are Hoseok’s friends, but maybe they’re just crashers. The drinks are flowing, the music is loud, and everyone seems to be having a good time.

After two drinks, you are feeling pretty loose. You are standing with Seoyeon, looking over at Hoseok dancing in the middle of the room.

“I’m gonna do it,” you slur slightly.

“Do what?” Seoyeon asks, not following your eye line.

“I’m gonna make a move on Hoseok tonight. I want to do it.”

Seoyeon giggles with glee and claps her hands. “Yasss!”

The two of you are clearly tipsy, but that’s part of the fun. You decide that when he’s done dancing, you’ll approach him. You wait patiently, sipping your third drink and munching on the snacks on the table. Finally, he breaks from the crowd dancing in the center of the room and makes his way to the kitchen.

Seoyeon gives you a little push in his direction, and you head toward the kitchen. You try to act casual, but the alcohol pumping through your veins makes you feel even more awkward than usual. You don’t remember how you normally walk or what you do with your hands when you’re just standing there. Maybe now isn’t the best time. Before you can turn around and change your mind, Hoseok catches your eye and beckons you over.

You close the space between the two of you, probably standing too close to him.

“I think this is going really well,” he comments, taking a sip from his cup.

“Yeah. I’m having a good time!” you exclaim. “You looked amazing dancing out there.”

He chuckles under his breath slightly, “Oh, thank you.”

“Listen, Hoseok, I’ve been thinking-” you start, but you stop when you see Hoseok’s eyes move behind you and light up.

“Oh! Yoongi! Come over here.” He motions with his arm to a man with black hair and a slight frame who has just walked into the light of the kitchen. “Yn, you have to meet Yoongi.”

The man comes over and slips into the space next to Hoseok. He sticks out his hand to you and smiles a friendly smile. You take his hand, feeling how cool and soft it is in yours. Like everything else about him, it seems almost unreal. You’ve never seen someone quite like him, and you’re slightly in awe of him.

Hoseok leans in and kisses the man’s cheek, and you feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Yn, this is my boyfriend, Yoongi!” he exclaims, looking so happy to be introducing the two of you. “Yoongi, I’m so happy you’re finally getting the chance to meet yn! You haven’t been over all month!”

You can’t help but laugh to yourself. You never even thought to ask if he had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. You just assumed that you would have seen them. 

“It’s very nice to meet you, Yoongi,” you comment.

The lust that was running through your body for Hoseok fades into embarrassment and eventually laughter with the two men before you. Later that night, you tell Seoyeon how thankful you are that you didn’t ruin a relationship with your brand new roommate.

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All The Colours of You- Woozi// Lee Jihoon (Seventeen)

Hey so i’m back trying to write occasionally! I’m going to start doing more groups, because I was always too scared or too lazy to do other groups but I’m gonna actually start writing about my ultimate fave groups like Seventeen and EXO.

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Genre: Fluff and Angst

Woozi (Jihoon) X Unamed female OC

Soulmate!AU

Warnings: It’s angsty. 

The world we live in is seen in black and white until you meet your soulmate. 

I remember the first day I met her; my soulmate.  

I was walking back from the studio around 3am, when I decided to stop by the convenience store for snacks. Just something small that I'd be able to finish on the walk back to the dorm so I didn't get hounded by the rest of the members. They honestly were like a pack of dogs when it came to treats. I remember the night so clearly. It was cold enough to see my breath, I had my hood pulled up over my head, earphones tucked in with no music playing simply to silence the world around me. If you had headphones in, nobody dared to talk to you, but silence was something I needed after spending so many hours slaving over my music.  

I pushed open the door to the store, hearing the bell ding, and my nose flooded with the smell of old floor cleaner. The silence was instantly taken away by the noises of a girl arguing with the cashier. "Sir, I just need to use the washroom, please?"

"You're not buying anything, why would I let you use my washroom? The sign specifically says no public restroom," the cashier argued.  

"Please? My friend has my wallet! I'm not from this city and my hotel is way too far... I'd go somewhere else but everywhere is closed! Sir, please I-I just have to pee," She whined.

Seriously, the guy wouldn't let the girl use the bathroom? I rolled my eyes, telling myself not to get involved. Though when the cashier told her to go take her sob story somewhere else, I sighed, grabbing a chocolate bar and going up to the till. "If I buy something for her, will you let the poor girl use your bathroom?"

The cashier was a little stunned, and just awkwardly nodded. With the biggest sigh of relief, the girl turned to me, grabbing my arm to thank me as she rushed off towards the back of the store. Even if I saw her face for a brief second, I already had it memorized as if I had been staring for hours. Her slim featured face, perfectly cat shaped eyes, and small lips that were formed into a smile. She was beautiful. I stood in awe as the world around me began to change just from that brief moment. You may think that maybe saying my world changed was a little too dramatic, but it was an understatement. I knew she was my soulmate from that moment on, because suddenly... My world had color.  

You see, we live in a soulmate universe where the world is seen in black and white, but once you meet your soulmate the greyscale haze is lifted and the world becomes color. Everything around me suddenly turned changed. The floors were a tanned orange color, the shelves were grey and green.  I remember stumbling back from the counter looking around in awe as my hoodie became navy blue right before my eyes. Then I heard the bathroom door open up again to see her quietly walk out. Our eyes met instantly, and she shyly approached me. Her dark brown eyes kept changing their position from me, to the floor. Soft pink lips were pursed together as the nerves built up with each step that got closer. "I was hoping you waited for me... After that happened."

"Y-yeah I did. I mean it just happened so suddenly and I couldn't just leave after all this happened. Considering you are my soulmate after all..." I awkwardly replied.

"I guess so. Hmm so, you're my soulmate?" She said studying me briefly.

"Are you disappointed?"

"Why would I be?"

"Because by the looks of it, we're the same height..." I muttered.

"So? You're really cute, and I'm not superficial enough to repulse a soulmate due to something so minor like height. Anyways, what is your name?"

"I'm Lee Jihoon, but I'm also known as Woozi by my friends."

"I know who you are, haha. I just really wanted to hear you say your own name though, thought it might be special to properly introduce yourself. I listen to your group quite a bit, you guys are really talented..."

That was how everything started for us. She instantly became my everything in life, and the void that I felt in my heart started to feel full. I always had a really hard time expressing my feelings when I was younger, because I always too scared or too proud to show how I really felt. For the longest time I was just lonely... Every love song was out of desperation for someone to love me back, and how I ultimately felt lesser than some of my friends. Seeing our fans call other members 'Hot' or 'Sexy' but seeing them comment things like "Woozi is so adorable, he's like a baby!" Or "He's so small and tiny like a little child" didn't exactly have the best effect on me. I was always kind of seen as a child due to my baby face and my height, but being with her changed how I felt about myself.  

I finally had someone I could share every part of me with, also I found out I'm actually a big fan of cuddling when it's with the right person. There is nothing I love more than just getting to hold onto her on the couch and watch a movie. I never thought I'd be this was with a significant other, but I guess I had this secret part of me that was actually as romantic as my songs are. She ended up moving into an apartment only about 15 minutes from the studio, and I come by as often as possible. We don't live with each other, because one I'm still an idol, and we've only been with each other for 8 months.  

"What's got you all happy Woozi? You're smiling like an idiot," Hoshi asked plopping down on the couch beside me.

"He's probably going to see his girlfriend after our studio session, isn't it?" Wonwoo said rolling his eyes a little.

"Yeah, I'm just going to give her a present, that's all..." I smiled fidgeting with the velvet bag in my pocket.

"Like a present or a... present" Hoshi smirked.

"I'm giving her a ring."

"Woah, hold up? like you're proposing to her already?! You know some soulmates end up just being friends, " Vernon piped up.

"No, it's just a necklace with a ring on it. My grandfather gave it to my grandma after they found each other. After my grandfather died, and my grandma's world went back to black and white, she passed it down to me to give to my soulmate. Also, yes Vernon, I do know that some soulmates are just friends, but she is definitely more than a friend to me."

"Woozi is soft now, ew" Seungkwan muttered. I smacked him on the back of the head, and started setting back up at my desk.  

A few hours later, and we were running super behind schedule. DK's voice was feeling a little too harsh to record today so we were struggling trying to get the rest of the songs done. I was beyond stressed as 5pm quickly became 1am.  

Around 1:30am was when she called me, finally replying to my text saying I probably wasn't going to be able to make it tonight and that we’d need to reschedule our date. "Hey baby I'm sorry I couldn't make it tonight..."

"It's okay, I understand. I am dating an idol after all... I do really miss you though. Can I come by even for a little bit just to keep you company? I don't have to even speak, I just really want to give you a hug," she whined.

"Of course, but can you please take a cab? It's late and I don't want you walking for like 15-20min this late at night without someone."

"I kind of want to walk, it's warm outside. Plus, I can get there in like 10 minutes if I cut through the backways of..."

I cut her off, "No going through the backstreets. During the day it's fine, but at night It's dangerous, you don't know what kind of people hang around this time at night."

"Don't worry about me Woozi, I'll be there right away. I'll run through the back streets. Nothing can keep me away from you. I'll fight all the bad guys with my bare fists and come see you," she giggled into the phone.

"Okay my little fighter, see you soon" I laughed.

"I love you Woozi."

"I love you too baby."  

I set my phone down on the counter and continued to work a little before she got here. About 10 minutes passed by and I knew she should be here soon, so I went into the bathroom and decided to wash my face to wake myself up, as well as appear a little fresher. I knew she would be worried if I looked drained. I leaned over the sink splashing myself with some water, rubbing my eyes and looking back at my face. My eyes reconnected in the mirror when suddenly the world went black and white...

That was how I met my soulmate. The girl who brought so much color into my life, and changed my entire world. I fell in love with her faster than the speed of light, and lost her almost just as quickly. I saw the world in color for only 8 sweet months, but because of her I'll always remember what it was like to live in a world so brightly light. I know somewhere she is still looking at me with that small smile of hers, begging me to try and be happy again. The only thing she wanted was my happiness, and I will try my hardest to find it again. Maybe, just maybe, she'll come back to this earth and find me again.  

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I would love to see your take on a korrasami superhero AU! (Smut is optional)

With the amount of times she’d broken right through walls, Asami wholeheartedly believed that the other woman had missed her calling as the Kool-Aid man.

“Oh yeah!”

—she’d imagine her saying as she punched her way through solid brick and mortar, appearing on the other side of a wall just in time to get pelted with bullets.

It was a wonder that criminals still tried to shoot at her. There’d been a story in the paper about two idiots in a convenience store that had died from their own bullets—ricocheted off of her chest. She hadn’t even done anything.

“I don’t think I can give you credit for that one,” Asami had told her.

She shrugged. “The store clerk looked pretty thankful for my tits of steel.”

Asami had shaken her head. “Please don’t ever say that to me again.”

But she had. Because above all else, The Avatar, Republic City’s most efficient defense against crime, was still Asami’s friend, Korra, who could annoy the living daylights out of her whenever she wanted to.

Like on the rare occasions when they both had a night to spare and would go to the batting cages together and Korra made it a point to break every single bat she used.

Asami sighed, long-suffering and weary when the sharp crack of snapping wood came from the cage to her right—again.

“Oh, will you look at that,” Korra mused loudly, and Asami would not give her the satisfaction of gaining her full attention again. “Asami, you think I should get a metal one?”

“Do you think you should pay for the replacement?” she retorted, swinging her own undamaged bat and not looking at Korra. “Or any of the other replacements?”

Asami didn’t have to look to know that there was a heap of broken bats in Korra’s cage. If there had been anyone else there on a Wednesday night, it might have looked suspicious, but it was just them and the oblivious teenager at the check-out counter. Korra had a penchant for showing off her slew of powers in public.

The fact that she only did them for Asami was another matter.

“I never said I wouldn’t pay!” Korra protested, “But you never let me pay for anything, Miss Moneybags.”

She just ignored her until the baseballs ran out, and she exited her own cage alongside Korra. Korra, who looked like she was getting ready to make a fire, arms full of broken baseball bats.

She shook her head at her friend. Fondly, though, and it earned her one of those crooked grins. Holding the bats, clad in the form-fitting baseball tee she insisted on wearing to their batting cage excursions, grinning at Asami like she was… no, she couldn’t let her mind wander like that. Not when Korra held the weight of the world on her shoulders. Not when Asami’s own responsibilities weighed so heavily on her conscience.

It looked like Korra was getting ready to say something when the blaring of shrill alarms pierced the relative silence, effectively ending their night out.

She saw Korra’s face drop, her features harden and Asami’s spirits sank with it.

When she caught Korra’s eyes again, she offered the best smile she could. “Go,” she urged, “there’ll be another time.”

Before she could question it, Korra had stepped forward, planting a firm kiss on her cheek.

The next moment, she was gone, flying high above the city, and Asami could still feel the pressure of Korra’s lips against her cheek.

It wasn’t a long reverie, though. She sighed, eyes turned to the ground.

“What the hell am I going to do with all these bats?”

“Breaking news…”

The TV was mostly for white noise, but standing idly with her nightly cup of coffee in hand, Asami found herself drawn to the flashing story, illuminating her living room.

“…Explosions in the Dragon Flats Borough. Police and The Avatar were called on the scene when a grocery store burst into flames…”

Asami frowned, padding in front of the TV set. The image was that of squad cars walling off a long stretch of neighborhood that she knew all too well. She’d overseen the restructure of the borough years prior, but with the state of affairs it looked as if she’d be doing it all over again.

“…The Avatar arrived first, braving the flames to pull uninjured residents from apartments above the store…”

Good, Asami thought, relieved, Korra saved them. All of them, hopefully.

“…All residents were safe when a second explosion came from a neighboring building as others were evacuating…”

Asami’s stomach dropped. Would Korra have had time to save them too?

The next footage shown was blurry and disorienting, but she could make out Korra’s form flying in and out of the adjacent building, pulling four, maybe five people out at a time. She was being aided by the firemen on the scene when the footage gave a violent shake—a third explosion from the building that Korra was in.

Asami clutched her mug with white fingers. Korra had withstood worse, right?

“…Everyone was evacuated when a third explosion hit, in the same apartment building. The Avatar was the only one remaining inside. All residents within the neighborhood are being relocated with no injuries or casualties, but fire crews are still searching for The Avatar…”

She had to set her cup down for fear of it falling.

Korra would be fine, right? She’d done things like this before… right? Maybe not explosions, but she’d been shot at. Asami knew the argument was a weak one, but on shaky legs, mind racing, she couldn’t bear to think of what might have happened.

She collapsed onto the couch, staring unblinkingly at the TV set. There would have to be updates on Korra. Crews had to still be looking for her! But as fires were put out on screen, Asami couldn’t see anyone else venturing into the ruined building.

“Why aren’t they looking?” she cried, staring desperately at the news. “They should be—“

Thunk thunk—CRACK.

Asami whipped her head towards the noise, towards her now cracked sliding glass door, and standing in the glow of the balcony light, bloodied forehead and hand pressed up against the glass, was the very person she’d been hoping to see on the news.

“For the love of—“ she began, all but falling off of the couch in her rush to the door. When she’d slammed it open, “Korra!”

And she looked a mess—like Asami had never seen her before. She staggered inside, and in the light Asami could get a better look at her.

She was still in her Avatar outfit, but the blue sleeveless tunic was burnt to a crisp, frayed and blackened edges crumbling as she moved. She’d taken her eye mask off, and the blast had left the marks from the mask around her eyes so the skin there was lighter and cleaner than the rest of her. A huge laceration spanned the length of her stomach, smaller ones along her jaw, her legs…

“Hey, I’m on TV,” Korra croaked in a daze, snapping Asami out of her shock. “That’s neat.”

In an instant, Asami was on damage control. Instead of focusing on how terrible Korra looked, she found herself detaching from the situation, assessing the problems, helping Korra onto the couch, shooting in and out of the bathroom for gauze, rubbing alcohol—anything she could think of to stop the bleeding, to fix her friend.

Through the flurry, it occurred to Asami that Korra’s regenerative abilities should have been kicking in. Then again, she’d never seen her hurt so bad, never seen her withstand a blast like the one she’d seen on screen. Korra had never needed help patching herself up before, and it wasn’t as if she could walk into the hospital in her Avatar outfit.

“Sh—Asami!” Korra hissed, tensing as Asami cleaned the wound on her stomach. “Be gentle—I’m not an engine!”

“Sit still and I won’t have to press so hard,” she said through clenched teeth, “If you’ve got enough energy to complain, then I’d venture to say that I’ve been doing a pretty good job so far.”

“Or maybe it’s because I’m a superhero,” she grumbled.

Asami threw the gauze on the floor, standing from where she’d been knelt beside the couch in a huff. “Why did you come over here then, Korra? To get help from me that you obviously don’t need?”

Korra looked like she’d been poked between the eyes, blinking up at Asami. “I—I didn’t know where else to go! I’ve never been hurt like this!” She gestured down to her healing stomach.

Asami knew how badly she’d been hurt. She knew what Korra had looked like—fumbling, bloody and bewildered into her apartment. She knew what she’d seen on the television. She knew that she thought she’d lost Korra for the delay between the news and Korra’s journey to her balcony.

She glared down at Korra—The Avatar, her best friend—and clenched her jaw. The emotions she’d shoved down to focus on Korra’s recovery now threatened at the back of her throat, and when she spoke, her voice was thick, “I was worried about you.”

Korra’s indignant frown softened. She tried to get up, but when the pain proved too much, Asami knelt back down to her level. “I’m okay,” she said, and to hear her voice so soft and close and real, Asami felt tears well up in her eyes. “Hey, I’m okay. A little pipe bomb can’t stop me.”

Asami laughed then, a watery, hoarse one. Korra was watching her then, intently, and her hand came up against Asami’s cheek, warm and comforting. She couldn’t help but lean into the touch. “I’m glad,” she breathed.

A moment passed, and then two there—Asami felt her knees rub uncomfortably against the carpet, but the discomfort was lost as she watched Korra, and Korra watched her. It felt like an inevitability then, like she’d been winding up to the moment for an eternity. Korra’s face, so raw, so concerned, so real, was like a beacon. Something she’d been searching for that had been shining so bright right in front of her.

The tears had dried when she thought to speak again, but Korra stole the words right out of her mouth.

“I think I’m going to kiss you,” Korra said on a huff, like she’d been holding on to those words for ages.

She didn’t let Korra act first.

She had to half-hover over the couch to do it properly, but when she kissed Korra, all warm lips and that gentle hand on her cheek, she all but melted.

It started slow, then building and building with firmer presses, open mouths—Asami poured her worry into that kiss with passion, with fervor. And Korra responded in kind, her other hand coming to cup the other side of Asami’s jaw when—

“Ow, shit!”

Asami drew back instantly, and almost burst into laughter when she saw—not the grimace and the hand at her abdomen—but the inverted raccoon eyes from her mask and the ashes, coupled with newly smudged red lips. She figured she looked much the same, but the sight was still funny, a welcome break in intensity.

“Are you okay?” she asked, biting at her lip to stop the laughter.

“Yeah, I just moved wrong,” Korra grunted, turning back over on the couch. She glanced over curiously. “Why’d you go so far?”

Dirty or not, Asami knew she couldn’t resist that face. She leant back into Korra’s space. “I’m back,” she teased.

Korra grinned, and Asami felt her heart stutter at the smile and the little glance Korra made to her lips. “You know, maybe I should jump into explosions more often. If you’ll kiss me again.”

Asami rolled her eyes, but couldn’t keep the smile off her face, one of relief this time. “How about this: the more you stay away from explosions, the more I kiss you.”

At that Korra leant in, stopping just short of Asami’s lips.

“For the foreseeable future, consider me boom-free.”

Sorry, anon, no smut this time! I hope this worked, though. I’m not a big superhero person…

As always, you can find me on AO3, and if you liked this, keep an eye out for the next chapter of Past Is Prologue tomorrow!