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unbreathable · 4 years

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ride home / S. Rogers

Summary : As a girl you were always told to never accept a ride from unknown men. You knew what could happen, you knew the dangers and heck, you`ve seen how it ruined some girls. But hey, he`s your teacher, nothing could happen. Right?

Pairing : Dark(soft)!teacher Steve Rogers x female Reader

Before you read, please understand that this is intended to be a dark fic. There will be noncon elements, rape, violence, manipulation and so much more. If you find any of these disturbing, please click away. 18+ only.

Warnings for this one shot : manipulation, noncon elements, rape, use of drugs, lost of virginity. This is some kind of au and Steve might be out of character a little.

Word count : 3.319

Credit : for the gif I used, the credit goes to its rightful creator.

Note : Don’t expect this to be any good. I came up with this over the course of a few hours and I’m still learning how to write one shots, as I find it much easier to write a series. Also I still suck at writing “smut”. I’m trying to perfect it, tho. Promise. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one shot till my mind would be satisfied with the way the next chapter of “The Magpie” turned out and would let me post it. :)) Also, please excuse any mistakes I made. Have a great day you guys!

Also, to all the writers from this platform : thank you !

Girl found wondering around without any memory of the last few days, claims she had been abducted and raped...

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at the case which has been all over the news for the past week. It was quite predictable, really. Young girl, too drunk for her own good woke up by herself in the middle of nowhere. You sighed. In a city as big as New York, cases like this happened almost every other day, but there was always something left behind. Fight marks, blood, hair. Anything that could help the police find the person who did it. This time though, there was nothing.

The poor girl. You couldn`t help but pity her. She must be terrified. All alone against a world that knows nothing better than to judge. You pinched your nose in exasperation.

Cases like this, it`s what made you choose to study law. You wanted to be able to help other women. To offer them a chance at justice. No one deserved to be told that it was their own fault for wondering alone at night or for wearing something more showing. No girl should feel like the law protects only the male population...

“ And what`s your opinion on this matter, miss I`m too busy scrolling on my phone to pay attention to class?”

You cursed in your head, as you put your phone away and lifted your eyes to meet your teacher.

Steve Rogers. America`s hero, savior of the world and an actual pain in your ass, was looking at you expectantly. You held his gaze as you forced your lips to form some kind of smile. Something about him always put you on edge and the way his eyes darkened as he stared at you, didn`t exactly help ease the feeling.

“I`m sorry, I was distracted.” you murmured, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he caught you unprepared. ”If you would be so kind...”

You looked at him as you raised one eyebrow. It was always like this. No matter what you did he`d always find something to pick at you. At first you took it as a form of banter between a teacher and his students, but with time it became clearly that he had a problem with you. Your grades didn`t reflect the hard work you always put in. Your extra work wouldn`t be considered. Every time you would as much as look at your watch he`d find something to jab at you. He would also have something to say about every paper you handed him. It was a miracle you even made the grade for his class.

You cringed as you remembered the comments he would make about your life outside his class. You seemed to bump into him on a daily. There was also something, in the way he watched your every move, that it made the hair at the back of your neck stay high on alert. You really couldn`t understand what you`ve done that America`s sweetheart despised you that much.

”The women rights...” he smirked down at you.

“Oh, yes. I strongly believe that women should have got their rights the same time men did.” you smiled when you realized that he wanted to add something else. “I mean we know that every society of this world was built around androcentrism, but if we`re real the women were the ones that kept everything from falling apart.” you drew in a short breath. “Oh, and I believe that 1920 was a bit late for our women to get their rights, since women all around the world fought for it since the 18th century.”

You smirked, as for once in your life the bell rang exactly when you needed it. Forcing a smile his way, you stood up gathering your notebooks. You were quite proud of yourself, not because your answer was the desired one, but because you got on professor Rogers nerves. While he didn`t seem to have a problem with women and feminists in general, he sure had a problem with the way you choose to speak on the matter. From the corner of your eye you saw his jaw twitch.

At first you were afraid to even say your opinion lest you would upset him, but now you enjoyed to see that vein on his forehead nearly pop. You held back a giggle. Oh well, at least you won`t have to see him for the next few weeks.

“Professor!” you rolled your eyes when you herd your bestfriend use her sweet voice. “I was wondering if you`d like to come to our party tonight.”

You stood straight, narrowing your eyes at the one that has been your friend since the first day you came to the city. What the hell was happening. You knew she had a crush on him, everyone did, but she wasn`t the one to just go and ask someone out, especially not him. You watched her in confusion as professor Rogers made his way to the front of the class.

“You know, with everything happening right now, the uni council would let us hold the party only if there was someone that could take care of us.”

“Oh!” you supposed that made sense, but even so why did it have to be him.

“Of course professor Barnes already said that he`ll be there, but we`d be thankful if you came too. Please!” your friend bated her eyelashes at him as you rolled your eyes.

Professor Rogers had a pleased smile as he moved his eyes from her to you. You held his gaze, even going as far as raising one eyebrow at him. He blinked, before turning his head towards the rest of the class.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he said after a short moment dismissively. ”`I`ll be there.”

There was something sinister in his eyes. Something that you failed to see as you made your way out of the lecture class.

“I can`t believe you invited him!” you playfully jabbed your friend in the shoulder as she walked next to you.

“Oh, come on! It’s just tonight, and I bet he won’t be able to stay up that late since he’s like... the same age as history?” she bit back a laugh, as she took your hand. “It will be fun, you`ll see.”

You hoped she was right since you were never a big fan of parties of any kind.

_ _ _

This wasn`t fun. Not at all.

You knew you should have stayed home, yet you still wanted to enjoy the last night with your class mates before break. But this wasn`t it. The music was too loud and you couldn`t even hear what some people were saying. Also you`ve never really been a techno fan. The food was crap and you were sure everyone came just because there were free drinks.

It was well past midnight and you have been there since the beginning, but you were already dreading it. You smiled as your only joy came from watching drunk freshmen being rejected by some of your friends. The girls were ruthless and that made you proud.

“Hey girl!” your bestfriend came by your side, holding two glasses in her hands as her body danced along the rhythm of the music. “Look at was professor Rogers sent us.”

Her words were slurred and you could see that she drank already too much. That`s why at first you thought you didn`t hear her right. While it wasn`t unusual for men to send women drinks, getting a drink from your teacher was something you never thought could happen. It was wrong in a way.

“What?” your eyes widened as soon as the word left your mouth.

You eyed the glass she handed you. It seemed to be one of your favorites, and after the sour taste the beer left in your mouth, that would have been like a desert. Still something made you suspicious.

“Come on, take it!” your friend pressed as she smiled broadly. “He must have realized that he’s been an ass all year and wants to make amends.”

She was giggling as her glossy eyes drifted around the room. She didn`t seem to be able to focus on anything, but somehow her shaky hands found yours and brought the glass you were holding closer to your mouth. You weren`t exactly sure what came over you, but you opened your mouth and let the liquid go down your throat. Involuntarily, your eyes wondered around till you saw the back of your least favorite teacher. He didn`t even seem to care about anything around him as he was engaged into a discussion with professor Barnes. That alone made you feel safe, even though the drink left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You were too quick to judge, you resonated. This was probably his way of saying: “Sorry I tormented you that much.” You suddenly giggled. It was shortly followed by your friend`s laughter. She threw the glass to the side and took your hand leading you to the dancefloor.

You weren`t that much of a dancer. You knew just some basics moves and that was it, but now you didn`t seem to care. You let your body move, and only chuckled when your legs started to feel like jelly. It was a strange feeling. You suddenly felt like were floating.

You furrowed your brows as you started to feel that your body didn`t exactly respond to your impulses. Everything around you happened in slow motion.

You cursed. Just how much did you drink? Moving one hand to your head, you tried to get your senses back, but you found it too hard to do. Your head buzzed. For a second you looked around trying to spot your friend among the sweaty bodies on the dancefloor, but it was like you couldn`t recognize anybody.

Fuck this. You had enough of this party already, and the way you felt made you decide that it was time to go home. You moved between the sea of bodies as fast as you could. Your coat and purse were the only thing you spent more than five minutes looking for, but as you found them you practically run out of there.

The bus stop wasn`t that far, but just the thought that you`ll have to go home by bus, made you want to throw up. You didn`t feel well and there was dizziness that started to overcome you. As you watched the empty street, you cursed again. Of course you`ll have to wait till the next bus came. Damn it! You should really get your license.

The sound of a engine from behind you, made you turn your head. Your eyes narrowed as you watched the Range Rover slow down and actually stop right next to you. You squinted your eyes, trying to see through the tinted glass, but as a wave of nausea hit you, you moved your head to the side. You didn`t exactly pay attention when one of the windows went down. You didn`t really care. You felt sick, and all you wanted, was to get home.

“ I saw you left the party early.” the deep voice said. “Are you all right kitten?”

You hissed when you heard the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now. What was he even doing here? Your heart skipped a beat as another wave hit. You took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself. Just ignore him and he`ll go away. You didn`t exactly knew why you choose to act like that but there was something in your head that told you it was for the best.

“Come on girl, I have to make sure everyone is safe and sound.” you heard his voice. “If you don`t feel fine, I can take you home.”

The idea of getting home sooner and in a nice car was looking really good right now. But still, you didn`t feel like it was the best for you. You choose to keep quiet for reasons not even you knew. You glossy eyes scanned the schedule of the bus that was right in front of you. Thirty minutes and you`ll go home.

You heard professor Rogers sigh.

“And here I thought you never shut your mouth.” there was a deep chuckle, fallowed by the sound of the engine coming to life. “Look kitten I can either get you home or I`ll go my merry way and let you here all alone... well not quite. But I`m not sure you`d want that kind of company.”

Confusion filled your mind. The sudden move you made to look at him, made you dizzy. You tried to focus your eyes, in time to see him pointing to somewhere behind you. You slowly turned.

A group of guys were eyeing you like a wolf would his prey. Your mouth fell open as they did obscene gestures at you. Your whole body freeze as fear took over you. You knew what could happen. Suddenly you were more sober that ever and as you heard the car start moving, you nearly threw yourself in front of it. On shaky legs you moved towards the door.

“Wait” you find it hard to speak. “Professor, I`m sorry I... please!”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, and didn`t even register the way he smirked as you got into the car. Everything was a haze. You only felt like you could breath when the car started to gain speed. You didn`t even remembered to give him your address or anything, but as the car rolled down various streets you were only thankful you were far away from them.

“It such a crazy world out there” professor Rogers voice made you move your head towards him, but as the fear was gone, you started to feel the dizziness again.

With unfocused eyes you watched him. America`s hero was giving you a ride home for free and you were acting like he was your biggest enemy. What was wrong with you?

“I have to say I`m impressed.” he suddenly said as the car started to slow down. “That was one of the strongest drugs that you drank, and you still have some of your conscious left. The other ones were down after a few minutes.”

You looked at him and simply blinked. You wondered if your mind was playing games with you. Surely, he hadn`t said what you think you heard. You must have imagined everything.

“E... excuse me?” you asked dully.

You drew in a shaky breath as your trembling hand went to the door. He chuckled darkly at your attempts to open it. You wanted to scream but as your movement became slower and slower you found that fear wasn`t enough to fuel your limp body.

The car came to a sudden stop. You closed your eyes as you felt hands pulling you back.

“Now, now honey.” you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. “Don`t waste your energy, you`ll need it.”

You turned your head and watched him through your eyelashes. Something in your head was screaming at you to fight, to run, to get away. You wanted to punch, scratch, hurt him in any way. But your body didn`t listen.

It happened too fast. In a matter of second your dress was ripped to shreds. And your found yourself pressed to the door. He was over you in an instant. Turning your head to the side so that he could stare into your eyes. He had a hungry look on his face. You`ve seen it many times but it never terrified you as much as now.

“Just as pretty as I imagined.” he said in a husky voice.

You squeezed your legs as you felt his hand moving around along your body. He tugged at your bra till the clasps snapped. Your nipples stood erect, you didn`t know if it was from the cold of the car or the heat that was inside you. One of his hands came forward at pinched at your nipples. You made to move, but as sensing your intention he tugged your head back by your hair.

“Don`t you even dare!” he growled as his thumb played with one of your nipples. “I waited a long time for this”.

He leaned forward kissing down your stretched neck. His mouth was hot against your skin. You gasped when you felt his tongue leaving wet traces along your collarbone. He tugged at your hair one more time before his hand went down.

“Always dressing like this world is your own runaway, always thinking that you know it all.” he let out a moan as he squeezed your ass. “Do you know what a face as pretty as yours and an attitude like that do to a man?”

You whimpered. You never meant to catch his attention in that way, you just wanted to feel good about yourself. You wanted to tell him that. To tell him that you were sorry, but your brain didn`t work anymore. There was no reaction even as he spanked you. You felt like you could pass out every second.

“Don`t even think about it!”

You closed your eyes when your panties were soon the same as your other clothes. Slick was going down your legs. Despite everything, you were aroused.

“So fucking wet already. Good girl!” he praised.

You felt his hand descend down to your very core, proding around. You bit your lips as tears filled your eyes.

“How many have been here before?” he gave a low chuckle the same time his fingers pinched your button.

“One?” he mocked as one of his long fingers entered you.

You held back a gasp. Non, no, no. This wasn`t happening. Nobody touched you like that before. Nobody even came close to it. That`s not how you wanted it not how you dreamt it would happen. You wanted dinner, roses, a man you loved... not him.

“Two?” he continued as another finger stretched you.

You felt your walls clench around his fingers, as he moved them in and out ou you, everything while his thumb circled your most sensitive part.

“Fuck... you`re tight!” his breath was ragged, it was like he couldn`t get enough.

There was a sudden pause. In a quick move you found yourself pressed to the door of the car, as he angled your body to have better access to your burning core. He drew in a breath.

“A virgin.” he moaned.

You closed your eyes as you herd him playing at his clothes. The sudden hardness you felt proding around your core, made you shiver. You didn`t dare to look back and see it. You were scared. It seemed too big. You were afraid it would split you in a half.

You screamed when he entered you. The pain blurred your vision. Your whole body ached and tears fell down your cheeks. No, no, no. You bit back a moan of pain when he started to move, not caring about you at all. His moves were rough, punishing.

“Shhh doll, I`ll take care of you.” he rasped. “You must have waited so long for this... saving yourself for me.”

Your body moved in rhythm with his. His cock dragged along your walls as every move sent a wave of pain through you. Soon though, you found the pain disappeared. A strange feeling took over you. It was almost pleasurable. You guessed you would have enjoyed it under any other circumstances. But now? Now you were just tired.

As you passed out, you failed to notice the feeling of something warm flowing through you.

_ _ _

Steve smiled down at your sleeping form. So pretty, even after being used like that. You had a glow. Too bad you might not remember anything that happened. He chuckled. It`s a good thing he planned to keep you. He`ll make sure you`ll never forget him.

You were his girl after all. The only reason he took that shitty job as a teacher.

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babypandawrites · 3 years

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Allies, Pt. 10

The Waterbending Master

Pairing: Sokka x F Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 3,827 Summary: The Northern Water Tribe, you've finally made it! It's certainly not the trip you thought it would be though.

Note: Like I mentioned in the last part, I do have a little outfit thing going on with the story- Brought that in a little late tho and we are changing it up in this chapter heh

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“I’m not one to complain but,” Y/n’s attention lazily turned to Sokka as he started to speak, her eyebrows raising. “Yes you are.” He ignored her and continued. “Can’t Appa fly any higher?” The bison drifted a bit lower, his paws brushing against the water. Aang turned around to face them, looking at Sokka with a mix of annoyance and anger. “I have an idea, why don’t we all get on your back and you can fly us to the North Pole?” “I’d love to! Climb on everyone-” Sokka wiggled his butt in the air. “Sokka’s ready for takeoff!” Momo jumped up on him, in response to the sarcastic remark. “Look, we’re all just a little tired and cranky-” Katara got cut off by Y/n. “And cold.” She added, hugging herself as she shivered. Sokka looked at her with a blank expression. “Yeah I’m sure you’re freezing over there in my coat!” “Hey! Don’t complain when you offered it to me!” Katara breathed out a sigh. “Like I was saying- It’s just because we’ve been flying for two days straight.” “And for what? We can’t even find the Northern Water Tribe. There’s nothing up here.” Suddenly, splashing noises sounded up ahead, as ice rapidly shot across the water towards Appa. Aang screamed, yanking the bison’s reins causing him to bank right and avoid the ice. Though, Y/n, Katara, and Sokka nearly fell off the saddle, having to hold onto it for dear life. Appa jerks to the left as another ice attack comes from the waves, the ice slams into his underside making him fall into an uncontrolled spin into the water. The water around Appa solidifies, trapping him and the group in place. From behind the icebergs, several wooden skiffs float out to surround Appa, manned by people in Water Tribe clothing. Katara looked at the people with joy, Sokka and Y/n pausing their reach for their weapons as she spoke. “They’re waterbenders! We found the Water Tribe!”

Once Appa was freed from his icy prison, he swam through the water in formation with the Water Tribe boats. Aang stood up, and pointed ahead. “There it is!” Y/n shuffled to the edge of Appa’s saddle, and leaned over it to look where Aang had been pointing. “Woah…” “The Northern Water Tribe…” Katara spoke with wonder. “We’re finally here…” The crew on one of the skiffs start to waterbend in unison, opening a circular slot in the ice gating around the tribe, revealing a short tunnel. One of the waterbenders motioned forward, telling them to go on. Appa swam through the tunnel, which led into a lock system controlled by waterbending. Several waterbenders worked the system, allowing them into the city. “I can’t believe how many waterbenders live up here!” Katara commented, watching the benders working the lock system. Aang looked at her with a smile. “We’ll find a master to teach us, no problem!” Appa followed after a skiff that led them through the canals in the city. People gawked at them as they went through the town, clearly in awe. Though the people of the Northern Tribe weren’t the only ones in awe, The Northern Water Tribe was really a sight to see. With its beautiful ice buildings and scenery, Y/n found herself in complete awe of the city. Katara was in awe of the city as well. “This place is beautiful.” Y/n nodded in agreement, as Sokka spoke up from behind them. “Yeah, she is.” The two girls turned to look at him, seeing that he was balanced on Appa’s tail, staring at a passing boat that a girl sat in. They shared a look, rolling their eyes at Sokka.

Awkwardly, Y/n shuffled to take a seat between Katara and Sokka as Chief Arnook addressed everyone attending the festivities. She would have been there sooner, if not for the women who ushered her away for new clothes. Of course it was nice to be in appropriate clothing for the weather, but they’d been a little... difficult. “-rrival of our brother and sisters from the Southern Tribe, and they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now. The Avatar!” The crowd cheered at his words. “We also celebrate my daughter’s 16th birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age.” He stood aside to show Yue, his daughter, as she approached the table accompanied by two attendants. Now, Princess Yue spoke. “Thank you, father. May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times.” “Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform!” The chief motioned towards three men who stood on a dais in front of the fountain opposite of where they currently sat, who began to bend water from three enormous amphorae in front of them. The crowd cheered and clapped at the display. Aang, Katara and Y/n watched in delight, as they all clapped as well. Y/n’s attention was pulled from the waterbending show, when Katara rested a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. “Say, Y/n. Have you ever tried to waterbend before? Cause I mean, your partaly from the tribe and if you happened to be a waterbender, this would be the best place to learn it.” “I tried as a kid, but to no result. I think I can say I’m not a waterbender with pretty high confidence.” Katara’s expression fell from hopefulness to disappointment, as she nodded in understanding. “Oh, I see.” Part of Y/n wondered why Katara was so hopeful that she might be a waterbender, and just how long she’d been waiting to ask that. She offered her friend a sympathetic smile, slightly tuning into Sokka’s conversation with Princess Yue. “-I’m kinda like a Prince myself!” Scoffing, Y/n glanced over at him. “Prince?” Katara let out a laugh. “Ha! Prince of hat?” Sokka turned to look at them, angrily. “A lot of things! Uh, do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation here!” “My apologies, Prince Sokka.” Katara offered a mocking bow as she spoke, causing Y/n to laugh. “Ah, yes, sincerest apologies.” She barely got the sentence out, before she started to laugh again. As the girls laughed, Sokka turned back to Princess Yue, both Y/n and Katara trying to sush each other's laughter to continue listening in. “So it looks like I’m gonna be in town for awhile. I’m thinking maybe we could.... Do an activity together?” “Do an ‘activity’?” Turning away from the Princess, Sokka stuffed his mouth with food, clearly embarrassed from his poor flirting attempt. Katara watched her brother in amusement. “Very smooth.” Y/n, also watching in amusement, nodded her head softly. “The smoothest.” He glared at them, as he swallowed down the food. “Shut up.” She raised her hands in defense, as Katara moved her attention to eating. “By the way, loser-” Sokka looked at Y/n, exasperated. “Hey!” Ignoring him, she picked up his coat which had been resting on her lap, and shoved it towards him. “Here’s your coat, thanks for letting me wear it so I didn’t freeze to death earlier.” He took it, looking somewhat relieved. Probably because he wouldn’t have to be without a coat in the North Pole anymore. “Yeah it wasn’t a problem.” He paused for a moment, to pull on the coat. “Actually, that was a lie. It was a problem, do you know how cold it is around here?” “Yeah, I do know how cold it is around here. But sorry, do you want me to make it up to you Sokka?” She paused, grinning. “Maybe I could take you to do an activity sometime.” “You. You are the worst.”

Breathing out a sigh, Y/n stared blankly at the ceiling. It was the next morning, and everyone had gone off to do something, leaving her alone with Momo- who was currently curled up on her chest. “Is this how you and Appa always feel, when we have to leave you two behind to be stealthy?” The small lemur chittered. “I am so sorry. This is really the worst.” It’s not like she wasn’t accustomed to being alone, before meeting Aang, Katara and Sokka she didn’t have anyone. Maybe over the past however long it’s been since they met, she’s gotten a little two attached. Another sigh pushed past her lips. “What happened to me, Momo? I used to be fine on my own. I thrived being by myself, now look at me, staring boredly at a ceiling because everyone is busy!” She lifted one of her hands to the ceiling as she spoke, before letting it fall back to her side. When Momo chittered, she gently patted his head. “Well, Katara and Aang have their waterbending practice and well, we can’t really do anything about that. Maybe we could go watch? We might be seen as some kind of distraction to them though. Then Sokka… I don’t know what he’s up to.” She paused for a moment. “What is he doing?” Another pause. “Ugh, why do I even care?” Momo chittered once again, causing her to look at him offended. “Momo! How dare you! I was going to invite you to come to town with me but know I’m not so sure.” He chittered again, causing her to breath a sigh. “Okay, okay, you can come with me. But it’s cold, so you might wanna hang out in my coat.” Y/n picked the lemur up, to move him from her chest so she could get up and pull on her coat and boots. After letting the small animal snuggle into her coat, she headed out for a day on the town. She walked along the streets of the city, occasionally petting Momo’s head when he popped it out of her coat. “Isn’t this nice, Momo? We can go around and do whatever we want, without a care or worry in the world.” Her steps slowly came to a stop. “Hmm. It’s kind of… boring, actually. Never thought I’d say that.” Shaking away her thoughts, she decided to go into one of the shops she was walking past, a quick look around told her it was a clothing shop. A quiet bell jingled when she opened the door, which seemed to alert the older woman who came from the back room. “Oh! Welcome, how can I help you?” The woman offered a kind smile, the contagious kind.” Offering a smile, Y/n stepped more into the shop, looking around a bit more closely. “I’m honestly just here to look around- Um are animals allowed? I have a lemur in my coat.” As if on cue, Momo popped his head out. “As long as he doesn’t mess with anything, I don’t mind.” “Alright, you heard her Momo, don’t go messing with anything.” She paused, turning her attention back to the woman. “I promise he’ll behave.” The woman breathed out a laugh. “I’ll take your word for it. Let me know if you need any help dear.” “I will, thank you.” Y/n started to walk about the small shop, looking at the clothes and accessories that were being sold. Since she’d just gotten the clothes she was wearing yesterday, she didn’t intend on buying something new in the regard, but maybe she would purchase one of the accessories in the shop. Everything here was beautiful after all, it might feel like a crime to not get anything. “These pieces are gorgeous..” “Thank you.” She turned to look at the woman when she spoke up, watching as she moved to stand next to her. The woman carefully picked up the bracelet she was looking at. “May I see your wrist?” Offering a nod, Y/n pushed up the sleeve of her coat some, holding her wrist out to the woman. She tied the bracelet around her wrist. Most of it was woven, with soft brown materials, though in the center of the bracelet was a beautiful blue stone with the water tribe insignia carved into it. “All our products are hand made, we put care and love into each one. My son crafts most of the jewelry we sell, this was actually the last piece he crafted before taking leave.” Y/n looked closer at the bracelet, slowly twisting her wrist to watch the

stone glint in the light that came through the windows, as the woman continued speaking. “You seem very enamored, are you going to buy it?” “I definitely want to. I’d have to talk to my friends about it though, we have a shared budget.” “Understandable.” The woman started to untie the bracelet. “I can keep it on hold for you, so if you’re able to you can just come right back and it’ll be ready for you.” She paused for a moment, as she took the bracelet over to the counter to wrap it in parchment. “Though, my son didn’t just craft jewelry. He also worked out here and helped customers so I could focus on making my orders in the back room. If your maybe interested in getting some more money for you and your friends, I do have an opening.” “I think, I just might be interested.”

“How’s warrior training going?” In response to his sister's question, Sokka kicked a bag on the floor in anger, before falling to his knees and dropping his head on the bag to use as a pillow. Y/n watched him with a raised eyebrow. “That bad?” “No, it’s Princess Yue. I don’t get it. One minute she wants to go out with me and the next she’s telling me to get lost!” He paused for a moment. “So how’s waterbending training?” Katara flopped onto her sleeping bag, causing her hood to flip over her head. “Master Poophead won’t teach her because she’s a girl.” Aang explained. “Why don’t you just teach her, Aang?” “Why didn’t I think of that?” Katara got up. “At night, you can teach whatever moves you learned from Master Pakku. That way you have someone to practice with and I get to learn waterbending. Everyone’s happy!” Sokka crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not happy.” “But you’re never happy. Come on, Aang.” Katara left the room, Aang following close behind, leaving Y/n with a very sulky Sokka. Momo chittered at the male, but was given no response. Silence lingered in the air for a few moments, before Sokka spoke up. “Hey, Y/n, you're a girl. Maybe you can help me with this.” He sat up, and moved to face her. “Why do you think Princess Yue is acting like this?” “Um, well…” Y/n stumbled over her thoughts, really unsure on what to say. “Maybe… she’s just scared of liking you?” Sighing, his head slumped forward. “Am I really that bad? Would it ruin her reputation as a Princess or something to date me?” “No! No, that’s not what I was trying to say! What I mean is that- The only reason we’re here is so Aang and Katara can learn waterbending, right? So eventually we’re gonna have to leave and Princess Yue is probably aware of that.” “Oh. Yeah… Yeah that makes sense.” Sokka breathed out a sigh, falling onto his back, before rolling onto his side. “I think I’m gonna just go to bed. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Sokka.” Breathing out her own sigh, Y/n moved to lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Why does he care so much? Why does she care so much?! For a moment her thoughts lingered on the day they went to that fortune teller, but she shut that down really quick. Nope, not going there. Another sigh escaped from her, as she drapped an arm over her eyes. Maybe she just needs some sleep. Yeah.

Apparently, Aang teaching Katara what he learned from Master Pakku didn’t do well. That was pretty obvious to Y/n as she stood in front of the tribes council, Chief Arnook, Princess Yue and Master Pakku alongside her friends the next day. “What do you want me to do? Force Master Pakku to take Aang back as his student?” “Yes- please!” “I suspect he might change his mind if you swallow your pride and apologize to him.” Katara glanced at Aang for a moment, before looking over to Master Pakku. “Fine.” She was clearly not happy with this development. “I’m waiting, little girl.” Pakku spoke with a smug smile. “No! No way am I apologizing to a sour old man like you!” As she spoke, a crack started to form in the floor beneath her, a show of her bending getting a little out of control. “Uh, Katara…” Ignoring Aang, she pointed her finger at Pakku. “I’ll be outside- if you’re man enough to fight me!” Princess Yue gasped in surprise, as the man in the room stiffened. Katara turned, and stalked out of the room. Aang watched as she left. “I’m sure she didn’t mean that.” “Yeah, I think she did.” Sokka disagreed. Y/n offered a nod. “Oh, she definitely did.”

The three followed after Katara, walking down the long steps of the citadel with her. “Are you crazy, Katara? You’re not gonna win this fight!” Katara took off her coat, and threw it at Sokka in response, hitting him in the face. “I know! I don’t care!” “You don’t have to do this for me. I can find another teacher.” “I’m not going it for you! Someone needs to slap some sense into that guy!” “You're right Katara, I think you can do it. Kick his butt.” “I will. Thank you Y/n.” Sokka looked at Y/n exasperated. “Don’t encourage her!” She elbowed him in the side. “If not for your idea, we wouldn’t be here, so maybe you should be a little more encouraging. Especially since you’re her brother.” As they all reached the bottom of the steps, Pakku appeared at the top. Katara turned to look at him. “So, you decided to show up?” He just walked right past her. “Aren’t you going to fight?” “Go back to the healing huts with the other women where you belong.” He… he did not just say that. Visibly raging, Katara bent a water whip from the ground and used it to whip Pakku on the back of the neck, causing him to freeze his steps. Slowly, he turned to face Katara. “Fine. You want to learn to fight so bad, study closely!” Pakku pulled the water from two large pools, bending them around himself. Katara ran at him, but was flung backwards by the water Pakku was bending. He starts to bend the water around both of them, making it spin faster and faster to create a whirlpool type effect. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you!” He spoke mockingly, as the water constricted around them. Before it could constrict enough to knock her down, Katara swung her arm, changing the trajectory of the water. The water flung away from her, but ended up hitting Sokka and sending him flying backwards with a loud “OW” exclamation. Watching him get knocked back like that, Y/n shuffled to stand behind Aang in case more water was shot their way. Attention turning back to the fight, she watched as Katara ran at Pakku from behind with a water whip. He raised a ramp of ice in front of her though, which she slid up onto before flipping off and landing on the guardrail of the citadel steps behind him. Pakku liquefied the water, and threw it at Katara, but she bent it out of the way. “You can’t knock me down!” The small crowd that’d gathered to watch the fight cheered. “Go Katara!” Aang cheered out, as Y/n cheered “You got this!” Katara ran at the man again, liquifying the sheet of ice he put between them. She threw several punches at Pakku, which he was able to dodge pretty well. Bending a large glob of water, he threw her into a nearby pool. When she rose from under the water, some people in the crowd cheered again. She raised a circular pedestal out of the water, before shooting thin discs of ice at Pakku. He broke most of them with quick movements, but the last one just narrowly passed by his head. Katara bent a stream of water around her, then threw it at Pakku, who caught it and began to bend it around himself. Katara ran at him again, but was quickly knocked back from a wave of water Pakku sent at her. She was fully knocked to the ground from the force, landing just a bit aways from the staircase. Despite her heavy breathing, she was quick to get on her feet again. She moved her arms, bending the two ice pillars that were behind Pakku, causing them to collapse, just barely missing him. “Well, I’m impressed. You are an excellent waterbender.” “But you still won’t teach me, will you?” “No.” Katara raised the water near her feet, freezed it and sent it in a rolling wave along the ground at Pakku. He raised himself from the ground with a pillar of ice when it reached him, before liquifying the base of the column and bending it to glide forward. She raised a stream of water and used it to knock Pakku down, but he was able to manipulate her water into an arc around her, which he slid across. He knocked Katara down as he passed her, causing her hair to fall loose and her necklace to fall onto the ground. Pakku bent a huge column of water from one

of the pools near him, making it whirlpool in the air before freezing it into shards that he shot at Katara. None of them seemed to hurt her, but they did trap her. She struggled against the icy prison, but to no result. “This fight is over.” Master Pakku said as he walked past her. “Come back here! I’m not finished yet!” “Yes, you are.” He abruptly stopped, looking in surprise at Katara’s necklace. He bent down to pick it up. “This is my necklace!” “No it’s not, it’s mine! Give it back!” “I made this sixty years ago- for the love of my life.” The ice holding Katara in place suddenly liquified. “For Kana.” “My Gran-Gran was supposed to marry you?” “I carved this necklace for your grandmother when we got engaged. I thought we would have a long, happy life together. I loved her.” “But she didn’t love you, did she? It was an arranged marriage.” Katara walked up to Pakku. “Gran-Gran wouldn’t let your tribe’s stupid customs run her life. That’s why she left. It must have taken a lot of courage.” Princess Yue, who’d been tearing up at what Katara was saying, started to cry- before running off. Aang leaned closer to Sokka. “Go get her.” When Sokka chased after Yue, Y/n watched, breathing out a quiet sigh. So, this is how this visit is going to be.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar the last airbender x reader #atla x reader #reader insert #sokka x reader #sokka x y/n #sokka x you #team avatar #slowburn #book one allies

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I watched Joker tonight and typed out my thoughts as they occurred to me. Unedited; typos are guaranteed. I did this a few months ago and really enjoyed looking back at my thought process and I wanted to do it again so that I can look back and know that what I feel is real and true in my darkest times.

You're welcome to skip this; it's under a cut for ease of doing so. Warnings for occasional sexual comment lmao. There’s no self shipping in this, I don’t think.

word count: 2, 575.

I’M SOBBING and I’ve only just pressed play.

Heart squeeze Chest much ow

THERE HE IS

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Nooooo baby omg don’t pretend - let yourself hurt if it hurts. Don’t pretend.

Carnival Carnival Carnivalllllllll 😍😍😍😍😍

I am a Simp for one clown and his name is Carnival

Someone help him, I????

That sign hit Arthur as hard as my love for him did ksksksk

MY EYES BE LEAKIN💔💔💔💔💔

bb nooooo

Oh honey let me kiss those bruises and replace the marks of violence with love, hm? You’re safe with me.

Breathe, my love. Don’t fight the laughter. Let it out, let yourself go.

Screams into a pillow because????? much sad must kiss

“have you been keeping up with your journal?” LIKE HE HAS TIME

oHHHHH boi’s close to losing his shit

Do it, Artie. Give ‘em hell.

“I think I did” YOU TELL HER!!💖💖💖

I want to be his cigarette. Where’s Satan??? I got a new deal for my blackened soul which he took at half price😂😂😂😂

I’d have my hand between the door and his head so fuckin fast I swear

“I just don’t wanna feel so bad anymore” yep SAME

ohhhh peekaboo🥺🥺🥺

this makes me giggle ksksksk i watch this scene when i feel sad bc it always makes me happy for the time it’s on

he’s so good with kids; he doesn’t have to try and think about what’s funny, he just does it, he’s himself and it works

FUCK OFF LADY CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S STRUGGLING????

give

him

back

his

card

casually wrinkling my nose against tears lmao

ohhh the way he looks up at those stairs from the bottom

i can feel his exhaustion

me too, my love

step step step step

god i wanna get him the fuck outta gotham

and into my arms and a soft, warm blanket

“eat. you need to eat” LITERALLY WHAT I TELL MYSELF EVERY DAY IN HIS VOICE BC OTHERWISE I JUST WOULDNT EAT???? I’m losing so much weight asdfghjk its not enough tho

SUPAH RATS

Did Arthur come up w that joke or was it actually a Murray joke????

HIS VOICE IS SO SOFT IM CRY??🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I WAS PUT HERE TO SPREAD JOY AND LAUGHTER”

YOU DO BABY, YOU DO!!!! EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!

go deepthroat a cactus randall - youre already a bit of a prick so🙃🙃🙃

“THE GUYS THINNK YOU’RE A FREAK BUT I LIKE YOU”

HOYT. YOU CAN GO SIT ON A CACTUS TOO

FUCK OFF

😡😡😡😡

“WHY WOULD ANYONE STEAL A SIGN”//”WHY DOES ANYONE DO ANYTIHNG?” HOYT YOU’RE SO FUCKING ILLOGICAL HERE IM????? ERIKA DOES NOT (ALSO WILL NOT LMAO IM A STUBBORN BIITCH) COMPUTE

Can arthur fuck me like he pounds the trash/????🥵🥵👀

those dark curls.... that crooked tooth... must kiss.🥺🥺🥺

pennys casual cruelty makes me so fucking angry

foreshadowingggggg ~ *JAZZ HANDS*

ugh the way he dances with that gun im👀🥵🥵🥵

he enjoys the power of it and his breathing gets deeper asdfghjk

clumsy baby omggggg i just COOED 🥺🥺🥺🥺

okay maybe im stupid but i genuinely dont understand this “senior who needs to graduate” skit i’m??? how is being an intro to western civ student funny im???? someone explain???

but also dont bc fuck that guy lmao arthur’s hilarious

true millenial humour (and brit humour lmao we’re dark asf)

THE WAY ARTIE TWIRLS HIS FINGERS AROUND HIS HAIR AND DANCES IN HIS SEAT IM???🥺🥺🥺

wanna curl up on his lap at night when hes writing and go to sleep with a

blanket around our bodies🥺🥺🥺🥺

when arthur wears a shirt at home you KNOW it’s a daydream

THAT CROOKED TOOTH IM WANT KISS.

WAIT IS IT CALLED STAND UP COMEDY BC YOU STAND UP... AND ITS COMEDY???

23 FUCKING YEARS, PEOPLE... TO REALISE THAT🙄

WHEN CARNIVAL CAME ON SCREEN I NTHE HOSPITAL I MADE A PORNOGRAPHIC NOISE LMAO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

IF YOURE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT, SHOOT MURRAY

WOOPS WRONG LYRICS

😂

“doctor of laughter”🥺🥺🥺🥺

doctor i have a case of the Big Sad can you... do an exam? 😉😏

NO BB DONT BEAT YOUR HEAD UP THERES PRECIOUS CARGO IN THERE

in what world does chucking cold greasy chips in a girls hair being “nice”???

lmao fuck these guys

ohhh honey breathe. dont fight it, my love, just breathe.

my heart’s breaking for you, you sweet thing🥺🥺🥺

i love you so so so so so so so much ugh you’re an actual fucking angel

just breathe darling

i need to get you a cup of tea with honey in it, your throat must be so sore

ohhhh baby im so sorry

i’d take every single punch if i could

i’d die for you

i wish i could protect you

i wish i could look after you

and take all those hits

and kill those guys for you

im so sorry

sobbingggg

YES GOOD MAN THANK YOUUU

KILL THOSE ASSHOLES LMAO DESERVED IT

yeah i have a grey morality... im similar to deadpool in that way tbh

carnival comin’ to kill your insecurities

8 bullets in a 6 chamber???? mm-hm

DONT FORGET YOUR BAG THATS EVIDENCE

AND THE WIG

RUN BABY RUNNNNNNN

GO GO GO GOOOOOOOOOOOO

RUN LIKE THE WIND BULLSEYE

THE SOUND OF HIS FEET SLAPPING THE PAVEMENT IM👀

OOOOOH JOKER’S WAKIN’ UUUUUUP

fuck he’s so hypnotic

the way he runs his hand down his lower stomach asdfghj🥵

must kiss the inner tendons on his wrists and lick the blood off his face

must kiss

he moves like water

fuck hes so fluid

bathroom scene = the scene in which my heart and vagina clench at the same time

im WANT

T POSEEEEEEEE

“i still owe you for that, dont i?”

PUNCH OUT IS MY FAVOURITE THING E V E R

D O N T S M I LE

UGH I FUCKING HATE being told to smile if i don’t fucking want to so BIG mood

PLEASE SHUSH ME THE WAY YOU JUST SHUSHED PENNY IM???

but also dont lmao bc i’ll think you’re mad at me and i’ll hide in the bedroom for the rest of the day lmao i’m sensitive✨✨✨

i wanna sit on his lap and still his bouncing knees

“thats not funny”

fuck off penny yes it is

I JUST CHOKED ON MY COFFEE IM???

“but i do” god the P O W E R

ugh that fucking sexist piece of shit comedian can choke “women look at sex like buying a car” 🤢🤮🤢🤢🤮

chauvinistic pigs can die thanks

his lil trip upstage im cry🥺🥺🥺

ohhh baby. just breathe, darling. it’s okay to be scared. dont fight it. just breathe.

he and i both cover our mouths when we laugh/smile in the exact same way and it makes me feel closer to him

how can they think hes laughing at himself when hes literally gagging????

people only see what they wanna

the Penny imitation is👌👌👌

s m i l e

i remember when i came home from seeing this for the first time, i got home and dropped to my knees to cry in the bathroom. it was such an emotional release and so much love and i played smile to try to make myself smile but i only made myself cry harder lmaooooo ~

smile and thats life are my go-to songs if i gotta cheer tf up

danger sign = neither works

he looks so soft after his “date”🥺🥺🥺

“thats life” yeah but murray you dont even leave the studio so how do you know????

ngl arthur’s anger scares me.

anyone so much as raise their voice at me and i’ll cry really bad and i will shut myself away for the rest of the day and quiet anger terrifies me so his banging abt in the kitchen would freak me tf out😲

angry bb😭

he controls his anger so fast though omgggg ~

that soft please sends me

idk where it sends me lmao

down below probably

BARE FACED CARNIVAL OMG THIS SCENE IS SO CUTE

I LOVE THE MATCHING COLOURS ON ARTHUR AND BRUCE TOO ???

okay but the implication that arthur always carries a clown nose on him is🥺🥺🥺

hes such a good clown im?????

lmao im enjoying the show more than bruce is skskskk

arthur’s lil chuckle makes me🥺

his HUMMING im??? soft?????

his brows are so strong and dark omggg ~ he’s so beautiful

OKAY i’ll be honest i’ve seen this alfred/bruce scene and the thomas bathroom scene later on and the penny flashback scene a 100 times and i still dont fucking understand what did or didnt happen regarding arthur’s parentage im????

ive seen interpretations to say he is thomas’ son and some to say he isnt and i still cant decide so? im stupid i guess 🙃

“a clown thing?” the s a s s

“it’s exit only” yeah so’s my ass🙃

if i was there in the hospital room i woulda turned that tv off as soon as i realised what clip was gonna play

murray’s cruelty is d i s g u s t i n g

lmao hes an asshole

arthurs lil clap from joyyyyy ~ 🥺🥺🥺

did i say murray???

i meant m u r r a t

🙃🙃🙃

sneaky baby

wayne hall either has super bad security or arthurs v quick on his feet

🤔🤔🤔🤔

he looks so good in red omggg ~

f o r e s h a d o w i n g

arthurs smile when hes watching chaplin is how he smiles when we all gush to each other abt him and ourselves!!!

hes so cuuuuuute🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰

“told me what”

ohhhh honey🥺🥺 im so sorry. “crazy” is a trigger word for arthur; it made him start laughing in the bathroom with thomas

“touch my son again ill fucking kill you” yeah?? touch my arthur again and i’ll fucking kill you🙃🙃🙃🙃

^^^ that ones a joke do not come at me

the clerk in arkham was nice to arthur - he, gary and sophie are the good gothamites.

none of it was enough to stop his descent into joker, though, and i’d even say it was too late right at the beginning of the film, too...

his sock puppet thingy “they cut all those” is such a Joker thing to doooo ~

the way arthur’s laughing in the hall at arkham turns into sobbing is gut-wrenching omg the poor thing😭

i wanna hug him and protect him and help him to process this in a healthy way

sweetheart, if i could take all of your pain and put it onto me... i so would. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i wanna get you into a hot shower, make you some food and sit and listen to you. we can either sit in silence or you can talk to me, my love, and you will be heard and understood and loved.

“i had a bad day”

IT’S OKAY I DIDNT NEED MY HEART ANYWAY OMG YOU POOR SWEET INNOCENT THING IM LOVE YOU🥺💔

THAT ENTIRE LATE NIGHT SCENE LAUGH/SOBBING GOT ME -

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i just wanna hold you and protect you and help you and love you

I’m so fucking sorry, darling. i wish i could take it all away from you

“i havent been happy one minute of my entire fucking life”

NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT ANGELIC AFTER COMMITING MATRICIDE IM????

get

that

fucking

gun

away

from

your

face

boi dont test me ill fucking go feral or - no, tell you what, i’ll point the gun at me and see how you like it

im looking respectfully at the green speckled undies scene....👀👀👀

“coming” 😏😏😏

“my mum died im celebrating” and “i stopped taking my medication” and you STILL stayed in the apartment with Arthur????? dudes those are 🚨🚨🚨 signs

woe betide anyone who underestimates arthur fleck lmaoooo

randalls death scene makes me laugh every time omg i feel so vindictive

get WRECKED

i wanna lick the blood off his face. i really want to

ngl i think i have a blood kink...

“dont look just go” ME WITH MY ACNE WHEN I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR 😂😂😂😂

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKER

ASDFGHJKL

ERIKA.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING

JOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERJOKERRRRRR

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 MY BABY MY MAN OMG THERE HE IS IM CRY???????😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

my mind is literally blank rn im just staring and crying and smiling so hard my face hurts????? im love him so so so so much

sweet thing’s so used to pain he gets HIT BY A CAR AND KEEPS GOING????

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

hghhhhhhhhhhhhhh

euirrrrrrgkjbgkfbirsghigrbugr

*incoherent keyboardsmash to portray utter love*

ohhh baby no dont cry. oh honey😭 i wanna sit on your lap and kiss your tears away

“i love dr sally”

you have a WIFE at home

“DO YOU REMEMBER?” THAT WAS YOUR CUE TO APOLOGISE LMAO GET FUCKED MURRAT

he’s so CUTE

omgggg ~

my hearts gonna give out its SQUEEZING SO HARD IT HURTS

YOU MOCK THEM, BABY!!! THEY GOT IT COMING

“i wanna get it right” hes so passionate

my comments have deceased in number bc im just too starstruck and in love to even think clearly lmao

jokers all i know rn and this is the most peaceful ive felt in WEEKS

im sobbing

ugh fuck this hurts so BAD

youre speaking the truth, darling. im so so proud of you and i love you so much

“THEY COULDNT CARRY A TUNE TO SAVE THEIR LIVES” LMAO INSIDE JOKESSS

literally sobbing right now ugh what the fuck youre in so much pain and in the middle of a breakdown and no one saw you

ugh baby im so sorry, you deserve so much better

you tried so hard and you were gonna fall no matter what

IN THE WHITE ROOM

“hi” baby they cant hear you but im COOING 🥺🥺🥺🥺

you’re so fucking cute

say the word and ill burn gotham to the fucking ground for you

i wanna sit atop that car and cradle your head in my lap and wipe the blood off your face and help you stand up and be there for you and and and😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love you so so so much.

i’d be so much worse off without you in my life. you brought a splash of colour which has never dimmed or faded. it never will.

b l o o d s m i l e

im wearing my inside on the outside now and it still hurts

angel💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i see you and your pain. i love you.

i see you, angel.

his genuine laughter is🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

that cute lil “ksksks” he does im🥺🥺🥺

i always laugh with him omg the two of us are laughing together ugh its the closest i will ever get to sharing in his joy

t h a t ‘s l i f e

i love the hallway daaaaaaaaaaaaaance ~

them hips dont lie😉😉😉

i love you i love you i love you i love you omg the sun’s like a halo ugh i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you im singing along to thats life while i type out how much i love you at 220am lmaooooo ~

i l o v e y o u

#erileck #<- ref tag #arthur fleck #joker 2019 #erika talks

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mingkii · 3 years

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Fic writers tag game~

Tagged by @sleepylixie and @aliceu!!

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

Seventeen 🏃🏽‍♀️ not that I lost interest in the group, i am still very much a carat, i just lost the motivation to write for them¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

Skz, ateez, and tbz👀

3. How long have you been writing?

Idk exactly, I wrote my first original story when i was in 2nd or 3rd grade and my first fanfiction in 6th grade.

4. On which platform do you post your stories?

I originally posted on wp when i used to write anime fanfiction but then the app was just bleh after a while then i moved to tumblr. I plan on posting on ao3 tho but I'm still working on it.

5. What is your favorite genre to write?

Angst- any kind like, heart break, death, hurt comfort, happy ending. And also historical aus, they are my all time faves.

6. Are you a panster or a planner?

Ah, i am pretty indecisive, so i just go with the flow a lot of times. Planning gives me a lot of stress and it just feels suffocating in a way...tho there is nothing wrong with it, i just prefer to work more freely and just spew whatever comes to mind.

7. One-shot or multi-chapter?

When in reading, I like both, especially when it's like a slow burn. But in writing i could never finish a chaptered fic, like, my time in wattpad, i couldn't finish one book to save my life. Now that i think about it, i have never finished a proper book💀🖐️ maybe in the future I'll make a series/chaptered fic.

8. What is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

Hmm, in reading, I don't really look at the word count, that depends on the author. And with writing I don't like looking at word counts cause it'll start weighing me down and i'll end up not finishing the fic.

9. What is your longest published story?

The sunwoo fic {unexpected love story} that took me maybe 6hrs to write? Tho i have a collab fic coming up that has an estimate of 4-8k words.

11. Which story did you enjoy writing the most?

Existing fics, hmm, not really(?) I mean i loved writing them, but it isn't enough to say i enjoyed it. Tho i have a fic coming soon, its a love triangle fic with sunric and i enjoy writing it.

12. Favorite request you've written and why?

Idk if it counts but, it's an unpublished work requested {not rlly? Kinda} by my friend, it isn't a kpop fic but a genshin one shot, it's the character diluc and i really enjoyed writing it. It was partly self indulgent honestly. I haven't opened reqs here yet so i don't have an official favorite.

12. Are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

Hmmm, depressing plots??? Angst, basically, whether it be a crack fic, i'll throw in some angst scenes like the typical depressed teen i am💀🖐️/hj

13. Currently number of wips?

Oh....this is, embarrassing uhm— 64 tho almost half of it isn't kpop fics, it's still....yeah. i'll get to them when i can. Some of it is an outline and some are just drabbles for now since most of my ideas are daydreamed ideas.

14. Three things you have noticed about your writing?

1). Typos

2). The amount of fancy words used in each fic gradually multiplies

3). (More of a habit) not proofread

15. A quote you like from a published story?

A feeling in your stomach bubbled as you only watched him laugh. You wondered what his laugh sounded like, or how soft or loud. his voice was. You would do anything in the world to just hear his laugh, just once. {the sound of laughter}

16. A quote from an unpublished story?

it is said that when one half finds it other, there would be an unspoken understanding, a unity, and each other would know no greater joy than this. {two worlds collide}

He always wanted to embrace you in a hug but you've both drifted so far apart from each other. "Hey do you want hot chocolate?" but maybe like the ingredients of making the perfect warm chocolate drink you can both swirl as one like the milk and the chocolate mix. with marshmallow of course, keeping each other warm on a cold winter night. {Winter nights}

17. Space for you to say something to your readers~~

Thank you for reading my garbage😭‼️ and really putting up with me and my unorganized posting schedule, i hope you could interact with more of my stories cause i really do appreciate it a lot, it makes me super happy, knowing people would actually stick around for a few minutes to read my works💞💞💞 i hope you are doing well and are safe during these times, drink plenty of water and have a nice day/night :))

Tagging; anyone that wants to do this!! i have no moots to tagged since all of them have been tagged already aknsjdk

#game on 🎐🦊

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mooswords · 4 years

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OKAY MOO, I’M CURRENTLY READING UR FIC “Home” AND I’M— THE END OF THE FIRST PART WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. “he always comes home” -> IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CONTRAST TO THE BEGINNING!!! he gets lost in his OWN fields, and that’s saying something. however, despite that, the reader still being reassured (or as much as she can reassure herself) that he always comes home = he has the red string to BRING HIMSELF BACK TO THE READER = ALWAYS COMING HOME. I’M!!!! and i love the silly banter that opened the story. aLso HIS HESISTATION OVER TELLING THE READER THE JOB HE WAS ASSIGNED... BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABT THE READER.... AKDKSKKSKS. the fact he didn’t accept the offer immediately DESPITE being so in love with the sea and waited for reader’s permission is such a SMALL thing, but when you describe his love for the sea as superior, that action shows he loves the reader even more and i just- SLKDKAKDKSK. i might be over-reading and i apologise if i do bUT DO COMMENT ON IT THANK U!! 🤩💜 - ava

u sent me these eons ago and i promise i wasnt ignoring you ive just been working like 10 hour days and i am Exhausted 😭😭 but all of these messages legitamately give me life, i am so incredibly grateful! <3 im so so glad you enjoyed this fic!! and you are NOT OVERREADING I LOVE TO SEE YOUR INSIGHTS!!!! it makes me fall back in love with the fic all over again! <3

i am SO glad that him always coming home comes through! because it gets kinda dire in the middle of the fic so i wanted there to be that hope at the back of your mind that knew he always came home. but i wanted you to be stressed about it still so :) and silly banter is my favourite part of writing this guy, i had so much fun with it alskdf.

and ok i love u, you got everything i was trying to do there <33 like i was struggling to find the balance between her reluctance and supportiveness. thats a fun (and tricky) thing about established relationship fics i find... theres that depth of understanding that can make the interactions more interesting, but so much of it is unspoken. it was a good challenge! so its so GOOD to hear that it vibes right hehe

THE WAY KUROO PLAYS WITH THE STRING!!! THAT WAS SUCH A FOND MOMENT OMG AKDKSKDK. and it’s so interesting that it appeared before kuroo even left 👀👀👀

she already missed him 🥺🥺 i originally had him tug on her hair and then i went!!! wait!!!! we can do better than that!!!!!!!!

READER IS LOST WITHOUT KUROOO!!!! AKDKSKSK and i also love the little addition where despite it being a POUT, she holds it close to her heart. with the context of their banters + that little scene, it just shows me how much each appreciate every ounce of the other party which makes me SO SO SO SOFT AKDJSKDKSK. and then hitting me with the scene where reader is eating a meal alone??? a punch in the gut. when she realised she’s alone I TOO remembered that kuroo is gone and that softness established in the previous scene is sUCKED OUT—ASKDKSKSKSK.

im just a little obsessed with the little things and gestures that make u fall in love with someone? like the specific way my friend twirls her pen while were in lectures, or how my dad has that one little smile when hes amused himself with his own joke... and for that to be a last lifeline for her to hold on to before he leaves :’))) I JUST LOVE EST RELATIONSHIP FICS OK?!

hehehe yes im sorry about that puch to the gut oops 😇 that was a scene i had super clear in my head before i started - the bright, bright string against the relative drab of the table and room.

i’m at the part where reader gets lost and let me tell u, the fact they have a WAY to communicate via string pulling alone is SO ENDEARING and just subtly hints they have been at this whole red string thing for AGES (or at least enough to form such an understanding). that’s ADORABLE and really strengthens the bonds they have together

yessssssssssss as soon as i thought of this idea i knew it had to be an established relationship. i have it in my brain they have been married maybe 2-3 years?? i am such a sucker for unspoken understanding relationships :’)

“You push hurriedly through the crowd, ducking between market stalls and wagons. There’s no string to follow, but you don’t need it to find him today.” THIS SENTENCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL in the context of the entire story. and what a perfect way to describe/show the reader that it’s THE DAY. MOO, you’re really serving such great kuroo x reader stories please continue AHHAHA

this entire fic was so self indulgent please dshlfkljadsb but im glad u like this line!! i tend to try visualise the scene like a movie first? and then write it, and this was also one of the first scenes that was super clear in my brain :D

402 DAYS!!!! I SEE WHAT U DID THERE 👀👀 also, is this is a little hint to how u had to wait until the end to see timeskip kuroo? HAHAHA that wld be adorable

WAIT YO THATS CLEVER? I DIDT EVEN- ava when i say that is a COMPLETE coincidence... i literally just picked a number that was longer than 365 days... breaking news i am a secret genius JKBDSCN

i also really liked the “in-between”: of reader’s life without kuroo. u can really see how integrated they are to each other’s lifestyle, and not only that, the scene where reader handles a twin’s birth (to me) strengthens how they’re reallllly soulmates. there is a low chance that kuroo knew reader was in a desperate situation, yet he pulled on the string at the time reader needed it. it’s just—telapathy but not really + soulmate system = SOULMATES. do i make sense? and i really love the details, like how we can trace back kuroo’s scar to a moment of reader’s life in the fic. putting it at the end sort of makes me reflect on their situations that happened simultaneously yet not really. it sort of fills me in with this,,, space. that the earth is so wide. i understand deeper what reader means by “oh he’s going to be gone for so long”. it’s just. wow. the earth is so big yk.

YES YOU MAKE TOTAL SENSE!!! it's such a lovey way of looking at it :') can they communicate and understand eachother like this cuz theyre soulmates? or just because they love each other and have learnt the other inside out?? hhnn this is why i love soulmate aus, theres so much to pull apart!!!

and ok yes on the topic of how big the earth is... im so glad u mentioned this, its my favourite part because (not to get like... super sappy or anything) i was writing this through the toughest stages of our second lockdown. our restrictions got to the point we werent allowed further than 5km from out homes, so writing about freedom and big spaces and exploration of far off places was such a nice escape for me :’) this fic has ended up very close to my heart. (plus i was reading @/w-yuren’s hq0819 series at the time so i had travel and adventure on the brain hehe)

THE ENDING.... THE ENDING.... THE WAY KUROO ASKED READER TO KI** HIM—IT’S LIKE THE KUROO IN MY HEAD YESSSSS. Gosh, this line too “when he kisses you he tastes like the sea; like salt-spray and dry rations and freedom.” may i have a director’s cut abt it :3 AND AKDJSKSK. i really love how the string appeared even tho they were together (the scene before kuroo docked on the ship) and once again, they are together, but none of them are lost because they r together-together. do i make sense? am i overreading things??? again, i have to comment on the banter. it’s simply amazing. kuroo’s replies are so,, KUROO, and they are filled with such FONDNESS I’M SO AKDKSKSK.

IM SO GLAD HE VIBES THANK U I THINK THE FONDNESS IS MY BIAS SHOWING BUT SHHHHH ;P you have picked one of my favourite lines out heheh it was one that just flowed out and wasnt one i particularly had to think about which is always nice. but i think it is a combo of me trying to be fancy lol and me being a huge fan of fantasy-books-set-on-ships. think like explorers or pirates, some rag tag bunch who have to set off on some quest and come back with some of that wildness imbued in their very being... yeah this line was definitely born from me Yearning i think :P

ooo do you mean the wedding scene? that was me trying to hit the ‘feeling lost in a crowd’ idea. you know when youre surrounded by people and joy and laughter and you just feel very small and disconnected? that.

ALSO READER’S DYANAMICS WITH KARASUNO CHARACTERS IS ADORABLE AKDKSKSKK. the festival scene was such a breather and it was adorable to see her interact with those characters. it feels like a snapshot in her life i simply adore that :3

ahh yea! i wanted her to have a life, you know? shes not the type to mope around, like life goes on. that doesnt mean she doesnt miss him oof but theres a whole community around to support her too!! and im very fond of takeda in this scene :’) he takes care of his crows <3

I RAMBLED SO BAD BUT THANK U AGAIN LOVELY I CANT EXPLAIN HOW AMAZING THESE ARE TO RECIEVE <3

#ava <3 #i know u are offline rn but i hope everythings going well with u!#i cant believe ur out here validating all my anxieties oof <333

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getyourvitamin-bri · 4 years

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And one for you! & you! & you! I put a lot of thought in to this please give it a like

Imma try and cover all those different type of tv watchers but dm me if you have a genre I didn't cover that you want and I will be sure respond :p ALSO SEND ME RECS TOO :P

Stick around till the end where I put my top 5 shows of all time

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If you want a good feel good sit com, something light and happy, possibly on as background noise to keep you company, you do you :

How I Met Your Mother & Friends

If your a cartoon lover:

Avatar The Last Airbender && Gravity Falls && Voltron

You want some symbolic shit where you come out of it a little shook, and hella woke:

The Good Place && Sense 8

The bring me joy & laughter starter kit , you wanna laugh, give me those actors who can deliver real humor:

Brooklyn Nine-Nine && The Office

If your in a sci-fi / fantasy mood but also want to get to attached to some characters:

The Mandalorian && Rick and Morty && Doctor Who (it starts out a little cringe I admit but this show has been running for a long time for a reason and by the end of season 2 you will be trying to buy some merch)

She’s kinda trash but she’s beautiful trash, you want the drama, you want those hot guys/girls with secret heart of gold, you want the feels, you want something that you literally can not stop watching even though in retrospect it was pretty cringe at times, but for like 2 / all the season of the show she was just pure gold :

Teen Wolf && Vampire Diaries && Once Upon a Time (only the seasons with emma swan) && Riverdale (just season 1 thats all I watched I’ll be honest)

If you want something spooky BOO! and/or supernatural with actual good plot:

The Haunting of Hill House && American Horror Story (Asylum & Murder House are good starter seasons in my opinion) && Supernatural (earlier seasons for spooky vibes, I admit this show has its really really great seasons and its weaker ones but the characters are what make you stick around, it is a hella long show tho so be prepared)

You just want some good old fashioned action, you don’t watch a romance oriented show, you don’t want fluff and all that filler BS, you want some action, some thrill, some real life shit, I respect that and so I present:

Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan

For some reason you want to start a long ass procedural show that has characters you love with your whole heart and soul and very interesting cases:

Bones (not a cop show, not a doctor show but a blend of cop and forensic anthropology, basically the “I’m not like other girls” of the procedural shows lmao) && Criminal Minds

You want something thats a superhero show:

Jessica Jones (gritty very authentic, it gets pretty dark, its DC so yeah)

You want a unique coming of age show with feels:

Atypical

anime starter-kit (these are just the ones that got me really into anime) :

Haikyuu!! (if you want cute boys and just wholesome content, before you ask no its so much more than just watching volleyball game, so. much. more.) // Demon Slayer: Kimestsu No Yaiba (dark great plot) // My Hero Academia (you’ve heard of it, everyone has heard of it, the praise is not false, this is a great anime) // Fruits Basket (2019 versions btw, you want dat romance, you want to cute boys, you want feels) // Ouran High School Host Club (this is romance and lots of cute boys)

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MY ULTIMATE FAVS:

The Office: You want to laugh so hard to pee yourself, I think that fact that this show is a lot of improv is what makes it great like the humor is just so authentic and Im so jealous of the people who get to watch this for the first time, yes fair warning season 1 is kinda cringe but thats just the show figuring itself out tone wise if you want a funny show stick it out till season 2 and be amazed.

Avatar The Last Airbender: You want some awesome world building and award winning plot, you want such unique and well rounded characters like this show is just great, yes it a cartoon but it proved that a cartoon can be on a whole other level

Sherlock: you want a mystery with amazing plot and actually pure gold actors, your not up for a romance oriented show, you want da thrill, the GASP ext. (just watch it, like seriously I love this show)

Stranger Things: Idk how to describe her, she’s just got it all, the great science fiction -ish unique plot, the amazing cast, its got some coming of age, its got some humor, its got some GASP what, its definitely got some tears, Its both a character & plot driven show

Gilmore Girls: You want a slice of life, you want good dialogue with witty relatable characters and adorable cute romance you want to find a gem that you have never heard of, I think everyone should give it a go, its honestly a great show that I feel like a lot of people don’t know about

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Please be nice to me these are just my opinions their not like the law or anything I’m fine being wrong obviously every show has flaws.

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xhanisai · 5 years

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Asexual ask anon and honestly I'm not sure why I asked that thing..... I'd like to read some thing about it tho

Lel have no worries~ Here’s a little drabble!

~(x)~

For the umpteenth time, Ladybug wrinkled her nose as she observed the rich view from the top of the eiffel tower- more like glared. She was so deep into her thoughts that she didn’t even acknowledge her partner’s presence when he dropped by, performing a new aerobatic trick that went unseen much to his dismay.

It took him three weeks to perfect that move...

“Don’t mind me. Just a lonely cat stalking by...” Chat Noir teased out loud, snapping the heroine out of her daze. His smirk grew as she fumbled with her words and hands before settling on an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, Chaton.” She took his outstretched hand and allowed the boy to lift her up to her feet till they were both standing side by side.

“No big deal, I’ll just have to find another purrrfect meowment before showing you the cool trick I did. Maybe the next akuma attack?” Ladybug couldn’t help but slap his shoulder playfully as he waggled his eyebrows, trying her best to not giggle.

He so knew she was laughing internally anyways, feeding his already larger than life ego.

“Go on, I dare you, and then you better run afterwards because I will throttle you with that belt tail of yours.” She retorted back with jest.

“Meowch! How kinky~”

His response didn’t receive the usual snort or groan. Much to the feline hero’s surprise, a deeper grimace was written on his partner’s face.

“Ladybug? Is something wrong? Did I go too far-”

“Ah! No, no. It’s not you at all Chat.”

Noir only raised a brow at her flustered response.

“You better not hit me with the ‘Oh no, it’s not you, it’s me!’ crap.” He gestured dramatically, pretending to swoon on the spot and proceeding to fan himself. That got Ladybug giggling this time and the lovesick boy inside of him pumped his fist up with joy.

“But it is! Really,”

“Care to elaborate?”

“I don’t know...I don’t want to seem weird...”

“Well, you’d have to be weird enough to tolerate me for a start.”

“Chat Noir! I’m trying to be serious here!” Ladybug laughed again, leaning against his shoulder this time.

The duo chuckled and joked back and forth a few more times before sitting down on one of the tower’s many beams.

“Okay, now we got that out of our system, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His attempt at poking her forehead ended with a swat on his hand. “Hey- rude! Hmmph. What got you thinking so hard that you ended up missing my fabulous entry~?”

Silence showed its face in the atmosphere afresh but only for a moment. Ladybug fiddled with her fingers, exhaling, only to find her fidgeting hands grasped by a larger pair in a soothing grip.

She felt the tension escape her shoulders as his thumb rubbed circles on her hands and his non-judging smile never left his lips.

“I...What do you think about...sex?”

Comically, Chat Noir’s face flushed redder than a tomato at sonic speed and his faux ears and tail struck up like a scaredy cat. If he had fur, it would have bristled up too. His Lady almost laughed. Almost.

“Wha- Ah- ERM...WHAT!?” Sweat started to accumulate on his forehead and the boy couldn’t do anything but turn his face to the side with an awkward laugh, ripping one of his hands away from hers to itch his nose nervously.

“Keep your fur on, Chat. It’s just a simple question.” Ladybug rolled her eyes fondly, squashing down a giggle at his protesting squacks.

“My Lady! Stop teasing me...” His pout prompted her to finally laugh out loud, hand now covering his embarassed face. “And...regarding your...question?” Her laugh died down.

Ladybug cleared her throat and nodded, beckoning the boy to carry on along with a supportive squeeze on his hand.

“I won’t lie- I am a typical teen under the mask. I...ehem...I do find the idea appealing and...would like to try it one day with someone I love and cherish,” Ladybug gulped at his soft answer, her eyes able to glimpse the hidden words behind his eyes.

‘With you...’

She peered down with a grimace, tightening her hold on his hand. The way she darkened didn’t go unnoticed to the boy clad in black.

“I-I-Is that so? You don’t find it...strange?” Her voice wavered towards the end of the sentence that Chat couldn’t help but lay a supportive hand on her shoulder.

“My Lady, what do you think about it?” He felt the way her muscles tensed under his hold and the way her eyes darted around anywhere but at him.

“Well, just like you, I’m curious too.”

The silence that followed afterwards bordered on tense and awkward before the taller of the two decided to break it.

“The truth, please. I’m your partner, you can trust me with anything. Unless you pour in milk before the cereal, I won’t judge you for anything- cat’s honour,” The scoff he got from her warmed up the atmosphere once more, much to their delight.

With another deep sigh, Ladybug proceeded.

“Ever since...from the beginning...I’ve never really found it appealing? To me, it’s just...baby-making!” Her last word caused Chat to bark out laughing, nodding his head to her in agreement.

“Oh my God you’re absolutely right! Keep going!” He received a few more slaps on the shoulder from Ladybug till the mock scowl was wiped off her face.

“As I was saying, before somebody rudely laughed-” Another playful slap. “It’s just nothing special to me. My friends would always talk about boobs, butts, chests, and so on but I just never cared? Also, the idea of other people’s genitals coming anywhere near me just grosses me out. What if they don’t clean up properly after leaving the bathroom? What if they have STDs?”

It took everything for Chat to stifle down his laughter as he nodded along, finding himself agreeing with her moreso.

“You’re absolutely right, sex is gross. Everything about it is gross, we’re all gross. But I find myself liking it despite all that,” Chat added as Ladybug pinched his nose.

“Like the true alley cat you are,” She let go, smiling brighter than she has been for days when the dilemma struck her. “I don’t judge anyone for liking it. I’ve heard about how good it supposedly feels and that it’s the epitome of love itself...but I feel like I’d be judged for not being interested in it. That I’ll be seen as that one weird girl with no sex drive and squander any hopes I had for dating.”

Ah, so that’s the problem.

Time to solve it~

With a loving gaze, Chat kissed the back of her hand sweetly, catching the swift blush that met his Lady’s cheeks before she turned her head away to avoid looking at him.

“Say Bugaboo, how would you describe love?” This time, it was her turn for her face to flare up like his did a while ago, sneaking her hand away from his smiling lips and hugging her knees to herself.

“W-Why would you ask something like that?”

“Just answer the question, Little Bug~”

“Ugh! Fine,” Slapping her cheeks lightly- Which Noir found utterly adorable- Ladybug faced him. “Love, to me, is warm, makes your heart race, makes you do the most stupidest things, risk everything and make your insides go to mush.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. You disagree?”

“Nope, as a matter of fact, I agree. However, I personally find love quite freeing, like a fire set ablaze in my heart-”

“Pfft what are? A poet-”

“-LIKE, electricity running through my veins, like home...” The way his eyes glistened tenderly made Ladybug’s heart skip a beat or two, much to her dismay.

“O-oh. Okay. So what was the point of that?”

“The point is, love is subjective. Like art.” His answer started to make sense to her. “Some people would find lovemaking as the peak of love. But, others may find that simply watching the way the sun brings out the eyes of their lover’s as the peak instead. I won’t sugarcoat it, there will always be judgemental people out there in the world but as long as you don’t let it get to you, everything should be fine. I definitely don’t judge you.”

A beautiful smile took place on Ladybug’s lips and her eyes shimmered with happiness. The acceptance and sweet words did well to alleviate her early concerns.

“So you don’t think I have to have experience before making a decision about whether or not I like sex?”

“I don’t have experience and I supposedly like it.” Chat winked. “It’s a matter of bumping uglies- I think you’re rather sane for staying away from that.” The duo dissolved into giggles.

“You flatter me, pfft!”

“Ooh and also! I have a few older friends in my civilian life who are experienced. They all told me that apparently, sex isn’t all that,” The cat boy let his thoughts drift back to Luka and his friends from the nearby Lycee. “It’s over romanticised, short and pretty awkward as hell. Some even regret rushing into it and I think one of them described it as ‘false advertising’.”

“Really? Wow...I never realised that I’m not alone as I thought...”

“Duh? You can’t get rid of me even if you resort to murder.” Chat flopped on her lap like his namesakes, face now peering up at hers and his cheeky smile only broadened when Ladybug sighed in mock defeat, digging her fingers through his soft tendrils.

“Plus, you gotta speak up more instead of moping in the corner. You can’t know for sure if you’re alone if you don’t tell anyone how you’re feeling.” This time, they both exchanged a true, soft smile.

“Thank you, Chaton. You really do know how to make my day,” Ladybug dipped down to kiss his forehead, mouth quirking up into a smile as she felt him jolt before pulling away.

“I-I-It’s just the truth...” Chat stammered, a lovesick smile draped on his face. “You’re valid and amazing and beautiful, just t-t-the way you are...don’t ever change for the sake of others,”

“And same for you,”

~(x)~

I hope you enjoyed! I myself am not ace so I hope I’ve managed to write down the community’s feelings correctly. I have a couple of friends who are though and their reasonings behind it revolved around what I’ve written? Regardless, have a nice day!

#my asks #my writing #my fanfiction #i didn't use a thesauraus here ;-;#ml #mlb #miraculous Ladybug #miraculous Ladybug and chat noir #ladybug #ace ladybug #asexual #chat noir #ladynoir #ace #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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skelelovely · 4 years

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Do you have headcanons about obamitsu (obanai x mitsuri)?

i don’t feel like drawing all of it out/gonna take too long rn so have my very badly explained words. im sleepy af so sorry if it doesn’t make sense

( All this being they’re already dating ! ) asdflkjsd most of these are from Obanai’s view because i like him a lot more. -How they act _______ Around the other Corps members : Obanai straight up looks like he’s about to start throwing punches but just glares at everyone or tries to act cool when She’s around //// Mitsuri tries to keep it professional in a way,,she knows he’s uncomfortable with being affectionate around the group Around the other Pillars : They’re more open to being seen together, tho Obanai wants to keep it kinda low profile because he knows damn well the others are just gonna poke fun at him for being soft for her. Tengen just loOoOOooves asking him when they’re gonna get married Alone Together : Besides Himejima (and possibly Kagaya) , Mitsuri is the only other person who he let see him without the bandages. She has comforted him about it to the point he feels comfortable not wearing it while they are together. Obanai really just melts into a total softy ,and Mitsuri absolutely dies at seeing him like this every time. -(before they dated) When together one night he finally ended up telling her about his childhood and how he became part of the Demon Slayers he felt close enough to show her his scars. Mitsuri told him her own childhood story. in the end they were just a sad crying mess because they felt so bad for eachother for having to go though that. They promised that they would take care of eachother from there on. And Obanai made the choice to kiss her right there..... the rest of the week was pretty awkward after that. - Obanai is pretty self conscious of his small body in general (only think it comes in handy when fighting) but Mitsuri always somehow turns it into a good thing ,she loves holding his hands and just playing with them ,she think’s its adorable. He can’t help but smile when she does this. - Mitsuri kinda sucks when it comes to painting nails so usually Obanai ends up painting hers. He’s just blushing the entire time being able to hold her hand while she just laughs and talks the entire time - Obanai often feels jealous when she goes to train with Rengoku. But he could never bring himself to hate him,,, he’s to pure of heart and basically a male, bigger, and louder version of Mitsuri. tho if he has free time he would usually go watch her train without wanting to bother or distract her ,,,but then Rengoku notices him and being oblivious af just yells to Mitsuri that Obanai has come to visit. Mitsuri likes to act cool and show him all the cool tricks she learned and afterwards together all 3 of them go out for lunch. (third wheel on his own date,,it happens alot) - Obanai loves when they’re alone the most,dare i say even cuddling. most of the time he’s the one to lay on her or snuggle up to her,,,well simply because he’s the smaller one. she can feel his heart beating out of his chest but he’s as limp as a kitten.He was never one for physical attention but when he’s with her he just never wants to be let go, it’s heaven. Mitsuri may love talking but at times like these its usually silent ,she likes playing with his hair. Kaburamaru would wrap itself around Mitsuri. At times he would work up the courage to give her small kisses anywhere or just bury his face in her shoulder. pretty cheesy but he loves just wrapping his arms around her just to hold her close. - Mitsuri has gotten them many matching items before ,rings, charms ,even little knickknacks - As they’ve gotten older together ,Obanai has started becoming more outspoken in a good way. Dare i say catching her niceness ,and started being more friendly. tho still throws angry glances at someone getting a lil too close. still gotta work on being nicer to kids tho : \ -Hearing Obanai’s genuine laughter or giggles of joy just has her fuckin DEAD. He hates it and often catches himself and cools it down. But she thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world and it just adds 20 years to her life span every time. - Having short hair most of his life ,he doesn’t quite know how to braid hair. He absolutely refuses to ask Tengen for help when it comes to girls so he always relies on Himejima for help. He tough him how to make braids and other different hairstyles so he can do Mitsuri’s hair. [ cut to Sanemi opening the door and walking in on Himejima doing Giyu’s hair as an example and Obanai’s copying it on Rengoku’s hair ] -As much as Mitsuri is the one always blushing when Obanai does something, in reality he’s dying inside more than her ,he just knows how to keep a straight face most of the time. other times he just turns away to look cool but he’s just full on red in the face and can’t bring himself to face her. -Mitsuri likes just brushing all the hair in his face back ,she thinks he has a super cute face but its a shame he covers it up with this bangs -Obanai memorized all her favorite foods and meals, and even tried cooking for her once ,,,failed miserably - they do want to have children one day. Tho Obanai’s not too much of a big fan of kids ,and he’s worried they might have bad eyes like him. -He may not show it but Obanai absolutely loves when they hold hands in public. - Mitsuri loves showering him in kisses and cute lil praises stop that you’re feeding his ego -As muchs as Obanai likes being the prince in this,,,,, he likes it when she just sweeps him off his feet and carries him bridal style im sure i have more but i just can’t think of any more at the moment lmao. if yall have some cute ones pls tell me yours🥺!!!!

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lunatens · 5 years

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the sun and his flowers

word count: 1959

genre: literally just fluff and nothing else

pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader

summary: your new cute neighbour has a cute little brother and they might both be in love with you

a/n: lol I've never written kids before hopefully I did okay!! tbh im kinda proud of this tho hopefully y’all like it! also I named the kid after hyunjin’s dog bc I didn’t know what else to do haha

song rec: perfect - ed sheeran

when the hwangs move in next door, it doesn't take you long to get acquainted with their family. the "for sale" sign in the yard next door was finally replaced with "sold" the other day, and you're sitting on your hands and knees in the garden when the moving van, followed by a car, pulls into the driveway. curious, you squint in the bright daylight as you peer over at the family that climbs out of the car. a couple, who you assume are the mother and father, move to help start carrying things into the house while a boy around your age helps a toddler out of the car. as soon as the toddler's feet hit the ground he takes off running laps around the yard, giggling and laughing as his older brother keeps a watchful eye on him. you smile at the sight before returning to your garden work; you're almost done clearing the weeds and then you can finally start planting the wildflowers your mom gave you.

"what are you doing?" a small voice says from directly behind you. the voice startles you and you almost drop the packet of seeds you're holding. you recognize the little boy from earlier, and once your heart rate returns to normal you give him a warm smile.

"i'm planting flowers! do you want to help me?" you ask, holding out the packet as an offering. the child nods and kneels down in the grass beside you, hands splayed out eagerly. you gently shake a few seeds into his tiny hands, and he giggles excitedly.

"now just sprinkle them all around in the bare dirt, like this," you say as you demonstrate. the child tries to copy your actions, but he ends up dropping most of the seeds in the one spot.

"good job!" you say anyways, holding your hand up for a hi-five. he shrieks in joy and his tiny hand connects with yours with a smack. "now we have to press down on the dirt. i'm going to use my hands, but do you want to stomp your feet?" you ask.

"yeah!" he says excitedly, proceeding to march around the little square of dirt where all your seeds are.

"kami!! there you are!!" a very concerned voice calls from across the yard. you turn to see the older boy rushing over towards you. "don't ruin people's gardens!" he says as he gets closer.

"oh it's okay, i told him to! he's helping me plant wildflowers," you explain. now that he's up close, you notice just how beautiful the boy is as you look up at him from your position on the ground, hands and knees covered in dirt. you suddenly feel a little self-conscious, and you hope your light sunburn is enough to cover your blushing cheeks.

"oh. well then i guess it's okay," the boy says with a shy smile (and you could swear he's blushing too, although it could just be the sun).

"hyunjin, are you going to stay and help us?" the toddler asks, looking up at his big brother.

"only if it's okay with your new friend here," he says, looking down to you.

"i guess so," you tease. "i'm y/n, by the way."

"well, nice to meet you y/n. my brother kami seems to really like you," hyunjin comments as he sits down beside you. the two of you watch as kami continues stomping around the garden until he seems satisfied.

"what's next?" kami asks eagerly.

"now we have to water the seeds," you say, picking up the watering can you filled up earlier. "i'm going to help you because it's really heavy," you explain, and kami places his hands on yours as you start to pour a light layer of water.

"hyunjin, you help too!" kami demands, and hyunjin places his hands on top of both of yours with a soft giggle, and you try not to get too visibly excited at the contact. together, the three of you water your garden together.

"okay, now we wait! it'll take a little while for the flowers to grow, but you can come over any time to check on them," you explain. "i have an extra packet of seeds if you want so you can start your own garden, then we can compare!" you say, handing a packet over to kami.

"yay!! hyunjin, let's go plant them right now!! bye y/n, i love you!" kami says as he blows you a little kiss before running over back to his yard.

"your brother's really cute," you say as you stand up, brushing the dirt off and offering a hand to help hyunjin up. he takes your hand and stands up, although his fingers linger on yours a little longer than you were expecting.

"i know...but i'm cuter," hyunjin says with a wink. "i gotta go help unpack, but i'll see you around y/n! we've got all summer to spend together," he says, waving as he heads back home. you let out a sigh, glad hyunjin can't see the major heart eyes you're sending his way.

a few weeks later and school's finally over; summer can really begin. you walk home with hyunjin like you do every day, passing by kami's preschool and picking him up on the way. as you walk past your house kami rushes to your patch of wildflowers for his daily inspection.

"Y/N LOOK!! FLOWERS!!" he yells excitedly. you and hyunjin hurry over, and sure enough, a few tiny buds have started to blossom. "they're so pretty!! just like you!" kami says.

"don't be silly!" you say with a laugh, ruffling his hair.

"hey, kami is never silly," hyunjin says with a smirk. you make eye contact with him and feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach; these past few weeks you've spent getting to know hyunjin have lead to an undeniably strong attraction towards him--you're fairly certain hyunjin feels the same way; the amount of times he "accidentally" bumps into you or turns to brush dirt off your face (you weren't even outside the last time he did that) or makes a flirty comment are pretty clear signs to you your feelings are reciprocated. hyunjin does, however, face some tough competition--kami seems to be convinced you're his girlfriend, to hyunjin’s amusement. Kami’s little hands always grasp onto yours on the walk home, and he never leaves without a tight hug around your legs. whenever you catch a glimpse of hyunjin during kami's attempts at romance your heart skips a beat at the sheer adoration on hyunjin's face as he watches you interact with his brother. you know kami is important to hyunjin, so you make a special effort to take good care of kami (it's not hard, considering how cute he is).

the doorbell rings, and you get up from where you've been reading on the couch to answer it.

"hey kami, what's up?" you ask, crouching down to his height.

"hyunjin wants to talk to you, can you come over?" he asks giggling, not even giving you a chance to answer before he runs away to his house. you follow him, confused as to why hyunjin wouldn't just come to talk to you himself--you're always over at each other's houses anyways. you walk through the front door of the hwang household, and kami points you towards the back door.

"he's out there!!" kami says, vibrating with excitement. you cautiously open the back door, and your hands fly to your mouth as you look around, and it's all you can do to keep yourself from crying. hyunjin walks up to meet you by the deck stairs, arm looping around yours as he guides you down to the lawn. a myriad of warm fairy lights are strung all around the yard, woven in between a large assortment of planters and bushes and patches of flowers--you don't think you've ever seen this many flowers in your life; frankly, it puts your own garden to shame. the setting sun casts a golden glow over everything, and hyunjin leads you to the middle of the yard so you can admire everything. he takes your hands in his, looking over your shoulder towards the back door. "kami, now!" he shout-whispers, and you turn to see kami pressing a button on the little speaker set up. you gasp and turn to hyunjin with a smile when your favourite song begins to play, its slow, sweet melody flowing through the summer night air and filling your heart with so many emotions you don't even know how to express them. you feel your eyes begin to water and you let out a nervous laugh, smiling and looking down at the ground.

"what do you think," he asks softly, gently lifting your chin up to meet his gaze. his eyes search yours but already he already knows the answer. one arm curls around your waist, pulling your body closer against his, and his other hand goes up to support yours. slowly, you begin to dance to the music, the evening grass cool on your bare feet.

"hyunjin i--i love it, i don't even know what to say," you say, your sun-kissed skin growing hotter by the second.

"then don't say anything," he says, and suddenly his lips are on yours. to say you hadn't dreamed of this moment would be a lie, but you never thought it would be like this. hyunjin pulls away only to rest his forehead on yours, and your noses are pressed together as you dance and smile, the first stars appearing in the twilight sky.

"y/n...will you be my girlfriend?" hyunjin asks, his voice barely a whisper, and he's so close you can feel his breath on your lips. you answer him with another kiss, pulling him impossibly closer.

"yes, of course. i'd have to be absolutely insane to say no to you," you say. the two of you continue dancing as the song runs its course. a tiny pair of arms wrap themselves around your legs, and you look down to see kami peering back up at you.

"are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

"yes kami," you say, almost not believing it's finally true.

"hyunjin!! you promised y/n could be MY girlfriend!" kami says, pouting at his older brother. hyunjin throws his head back in laughter, then pats kami on the head.

"i guess we'll just have to share," he says. "i know, y/n's just so amazing i bet everyone wants to be her girlfriend. i mean just look at her!" he says, turning his gaze to you. "you're so beautiful," he says as his eyes meet yours. hyunjin bites his lip and pulls you in for another soft kiss, not able to refrain any longer. the kiss triggers a screech from kami, and you pull apart to look down at him.

"EWWWW HYUNJIN!! THATS SO YUCKY!!" kami says, scrunching up his face in disgust.

"what, you don't like when i do this?" hyunjin questions before leaning in to pepper your laughing face with kisses.

"AUGHHHHH" kami yells, and you hear him rush back inside. you lean back into hyunjin, the two of you giggling together. you wish you could stop time at this moment; the twinkling fairy lights mirroring the early evening stars on the painted sky, the sweet scents of so many flowers in the cool night air mingling with the faint smell of hyunjin's cologne that somehow always ends up rubbing off on your clothes, the distant sounds of crickets chirping and the gentle melodies pouring from the speaker, and finally hyunjin's face mere inches in front of yours, looking at you as if you're the only person who's ever existed.

requested by anon <3

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rtpendragon · 4 years

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I CAN'T WAIT → ARTELLE

TAGGING → Artie Pendragon & Elle Charming ( @ellecharming )

TIMELINE → October 31, 2020

SETTING → Elle’s dorm at ASU campus

SUMMARY → After a fun and fidgety night at the Halloween Ball, Elle has a special surprise for Artie including a song and a ring.

Walking hand in hand with Elle back to her dorm after the ball was such a nice end to a long day. Truthfully, Artie was a little bit tired as he usually was this late at night, but it was hard to feel too exhausted when in the company of his extraordinarily exuberant girlfriend. Her exuberance had been at an all-time-high tonight at the ball and maybe that was another reason he felt a little bit more tired than he'd been expecting; he loved her exuberance, and it was highly endearing, but it also did make him feel a bit old sometimes, compared to her.

He felt old compared to most of his classmates though and at least Elle made him feel a lot of other things, like joy and excitement. She was the kind of girl that made him want to write sonnets. And she looked even more beautiful tonight than usual, in her blue dress. It wasn't what he'd been expecting when they'd finalized their costume choices, and it made him wish he'd ordered a costume from later in the Princess Bride as well, but he couldn't be too upset when she looked as amazing as she did.

"Well, thank you, my lady, for this incredible day," Artie sighed as they stopped in front of her rooms. He took her hand and raised it to his lips to kiss it. "This has been my favorite Halloween ever." He smiled at her and leaned in to press a soft kiss against her lips as a way of saying thank you and good night. Kissing Elle had been such an unexpected perk of this year but it was so nice, he loved getting a peck or two any chance he got.

Elle let out the most idiotic giggle as Artie kissed her, usually she managed to not be so aggressively stupid with him but she'd been so nervous all day about finally proposing to him that she'd been ten times more hyper and weird than usual. Luckily Artie hadn't seemed to notice how off she was behaving so hopefully she'd be able to pull this off without irritating him too badly.

"Mine too!" She echoed, trying to stifle her laughter for long enough to finish a sentence. "Wanna come in for a sec tho? I want to show you something!" Ordinarily Elle would've never been able to ask something like that without coming off overly suggestive, but she was so bouncy and jittery that she actually managed to say it like she was truly just trying to show him something cool she was keeping in her dorm.

Elle was probably tired too, Artie thought as he pulled back from the kiss with a smile. She was always hyper but today had been something else -- maybe she just got loopy from not getting enough sleep like he did sometimes. He almost wanted to ask if he could sleep over but didn't want to risk coming across as suggestive and so he smiled at her, prepared to say good night and walk off when she requested more time.

"Oh?" he asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion. For a moment he wondered if Elle was going to try to get more than just a kiss tonight but that wasn't the mood he was picking up from her. It felt more like if he went inside with her, he would find a secret carnival with endless sweets and lights and music, or an ancient lost civilization, or some other equally incredible thing. Whatever the case, she looked so excited that saying no would likely crush her spirit and he couldn't have that. He decided to answer in character, bowing a bit and saying "As you wish" with a smile, giving her his hand to lead to way.

Elle's face managed to light up even more as he answered her request in character and she quickly kissed him again, a little harder this time, before opening the door to her dorm.

The room was a lot cleaner than usual, not that it was ever really dirty or gross but Elle tended to thrive best in a little bit of chaos and her room was a reflection of that. But after two days of hardwork, it was absolutely spotless, with the exception of the trail of orange leaves she'd spread out all along the floor, about 40 electric candles spread haphazardly around the room and the puddle of melted ice dripping from the desk where she'd left a (thankfully closed) bottle of champagne to "chill".

"Sit here okay!" Elle ordered Artie, as she led him to a couch, pretending like absolutely nothing unusual was set up in her room. "I just have to get my guitar out of the closet but feel free to make yourself comfortable, okay!?"

Artie was still seeing stars from the kiss when they entered Elle's dorm so it took him a few seconds to notice that the room looked any different but once he did, he was shocked. Elle was more of a messy bessy than he was but the space was practically perfect.

"What...?" The word escaped him softly as a question as he took in his surroundings, and his eyes twinkled with wonder as they met Elle's. Was the cool thing that she wanted to show him that she cleaned her room? Because that was very cool and well worth the extra minutes before heading home to sleep. Or perhaps that she'd hired a maid, which would be less cool but still interesting.

But then she ordered him to sit and he did so immediately, and she said she was fetching her guitar, and with an "Okay!", he thought he was finally starting to put pieces together. She must have written a song she wanted to show him. She would play and he would tell her that he loved it, and they'd miss and it would feel amazing. He'd taken off the mask that came with his costume earlier but his hair still felt matted down so he fluffed it for a moment before sitting on his hands and waiting to see whatever song Elle had in store for him.

Even though Elle was pretending that there wasn't anything different about her room, she couldn't help but feel like Artie was underreacting to the set up, setting up all those candles and leaves had been hard and they couldn't both pretend like they weren't there! But still Elle refused to let herself be distracted as she pulled her guitar out of her closet and discreetly checked to make sure the ring box was still taped to the back of it.

"Dear Artie Uther Pendragon," Elle started, as she struggled to get down on one knee with both a guitar and a long fancy dress getting in her way. "I kind of wanted to do like a whole speech about how great and awesome you are, because like duh you always need to hear that. But it turns out that I like...suck at putting all the right words together to describe how much you and our relationship means to me? So instead I just looked up songs that get the point across instead! I hope that's okay."

Elle managed to get herself settled into a good singing/proposing position just as her own mini monologue ended, so the transition from speaking to singing was kind of perfect as she started to sing Marry Me by Meghan Trainor. It wasn't the most subtle song in the whole song in the world but Elle wasn't aiming for that anyway, she loved Artie and she wanted to marry him as soon as possible and the song expressed that perfectly.

As soon as her words were sinking in, a blush made its way immediately to Artie's face. It wasn't every day somebody verbalized their admiration for him, much less his beautiful girlfriend. "Of course its okay", he assured her, cocking his head to the side to take in the look of her. "Before you begin, just... thank you, Elle. For the song, for all of this." He gestured to the room which was almost as lovely as she was. "I appreciate you making me feel appreciated and just... thank you."

With that said, he let out a breath and settled a little more into his seat as Elle started playing her song. It wasn't one he was immediately familiar with but he'd expected that. Artie didn't know too much music. But from the first lyrics, he realized he didn't have to be familiar with the song. It didn't exactly have any hidden meaning to it or any nuance for that matter, and if he'd been blushing before, his face was as red as tomato soup now. He wasn't sure if she was begging him to propose or if an officiant was about to come out from the closet and marry them right now and so he stayed very still with a smile on his face as the song continued, getting more and more obvious all the while.

Before he knew it, the song was over and he felt his soul return to his body. He kept hearing the last line echo in his head over and over. I can't wait, I can't wait... What was he supposed to say to that?! "Thank you," he heard himself say. "That was so good! I... I've never heard that song before but um, am I right in guessing it's called Marry Me?" His voice sounded tight and small but it wasn't because he was upset. He was nervous. Whatever conversation was brewing right now, it felt like a big one.

Elle didn't want to toot her own horn, but she was sure she was killing the proposal game. Not only was her set up and song selection just iconic, but her performance was definitely the best she'd ever sang anything in her life! So she was kind of confused when Artie didn't seem to like...understand that it was a proposal?

"Thanks! Uh yeah, it is!" She replied, trying hard not to keep her confidence from shaking. It never really had before, but if there was any time to start, it was now. Elle scrambled to untape the ring box from the back of her guitar before giving up and just pulling it out to practically shove into Artie's face. "So how about it? Will you marry me?"

Artie's eyes basically shot out of his skull when she pulled a ring box out from behind her guitar. The image of a girl on her knee holding out a ring to him wasn't anything he'd ever imagined before but there it was, in his face, impossible to ignore. He could feel his heart beating in his ears and throat and everywhere else. He had the vague thought that maybe he was supposed to reach out and take the ring box, or maybe she was supposed t hand it to him, but it was hard to do anything aside from stare.

Was he seriously getting proposed to? Was this honestly happening? He knew it happened to couples in their age range sometimes, of course, and he wanted it to happen with him and Elle eventually but when he'd pictured the proposal, he hadn't pictured this. He'd known it was coming since he'd imagined it would be of his own design. His mind was racing a mile a minute and it only then occurred to him that maybe she was waiting for an answer. He had to say something, anything, but what could he say to 'will you marry me' when the answer felt so complicated?

"Right now?!" he asked, his voice practically a screech once he finally squeezed a word or two out of his vocal cords. His eyes flickered to the bed, seriously half-expecting to see someone pop out to marry them in the moment and the feeling was very overwhelming. He shot up to his feet out of impulse and immediately got dizzy and sat back down.

Elle didn't really know what she expected Artie's reaction would be. On some level she'd known his reaction would be...a lot, that's why she hadn't done something big or super public like she'd originally wanted to, otherwise he probably would've broken up with her on the spot or like died. But never in her craziest little imaginings did she think he'd assume she wanted to get married right away and then try and fail to apparently run away from her???

"Huh? No?" She protested, nearly tripping over her own dress as she quickly tried to stand up to get closer to Artie. She hadn't processed yet that he'd gotten the idea from the literal lyrics of the song she'd just sang to him, so she was really at a loss for how to deal with this.

"I meant like, eventually! You know, like how engagements usually work?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair in confusion. "Like unless you do want to do it right now? But I don't really know how we could do that, it's kind of late in the day?"

"Engagements?" Artie repeatedly dumbly. "Is that... you're proposing?" As he said the words, it clicked that he'd finally stumbled upon what was happening and a rush of conflicting emotions like excitement and fear and panic fought in his head for dominance. "I... sorry, I thought -- I was confused. I wasn't expecting... well, I mean, I wanted to be the one to ask you! But... thank you. For this. It's amazing, I can't believe you did all this. The room, the song, it's all beautiful. And I haven't even looked at the ring but I'm sure that is too. Um..."

He forced himself to stop rambling, looking up at the sky instead of at Elle. Too many feelings were making his eyes water which he would've been embarrased about if he'd noticed but he was too deep in thought. What was he even supposed to say? Of course he wanted to marry Elle eventually, he'd told her from the start that he was only interested in dating for marriage, but this wasn't how his proposal was meant to go. He was supposed to be the one on one knee, and the one with the ring! And the one to ask for a blessing.

"I didn't even get to ask your parent's permission," he giggled, soundly vaguely hysterical as the bigger picture started to dawn on him. "That's almost funny. What did my dad say when you asked him?" The idea of Elle speaking to the king of Camelot to ask his son's hand in marriage was equal parts humorous and humiliating to picture. He loved that she loved him that much but it made his stomach clench thinking about what his dad must've felt and thought.

Elle was really confused now by Artie's question now. Like what did he think was going down? Well actually it was pretty clear that he thought she was asking him to get married right that second, but what she couldn't really get a good grasp on why THAT had been what he'd jumped to first. Elle knew she was a little more impulsive than most people but not that much more! Plus Artie hadn't said yes or no to the proposal yet and it was driving her totally crazy to try and figure out how he'd actually answer her question based on what he actually was saying to her.

"Yeah I'm proposing! D'you want to see the ring?" Elle asked, already pulling out the platinum engagement ring from the box to show him even though he wasn't even looking at her anymore. Elle started to look up at the sky too, just to see if there was actually anything to look at when Artie started talking again.

She couldn't help but scowl at the mention of asking for parents' permission. She'd hated the concept when Lev had brought up and she hated that Artie thought it was something she'd be okay with if the roles had been reversed, let alone something she would've done to him. "He didn't say anything because I didn't ask him." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "I'm proposing to you , so I'm asking you first. I don't really care what your dad has to say about it."

Artie had felt like he was watching the whole situation from above; when Elle had wanted to show him the ring, he'd all but missed the moment from how much of an out-of-body experience he was having. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, Elle's unhappy face brought him right back to the ground. Just because this wasn't what he was expecting or, if he was being honest with himself, the way he'd wanted his engagement to go, it always felt wrong to see Elle unhappy, or to hear her voice change from its usually happy manic tones.

He reached out to her, his hands resting on hers on either side of her chest. His anxiety was finally lessening a tad so hopefully if he explained what was on his mind, she'd understand what he was going through and they could go through it together. "I'm sorry. I'm so in love with you, Ellie-bellie, but..." He chewed a little on the inside of his cheek before continuing, "even if you don't care what my father has to say, I do, and I can't get officially engaged without discussing it with him. I do want to marry you though, so much, and I'm so sorry that I messed up your beautiful proposal especially because, in my heart, we are engaged. I just think we have to wait to make it official with everybody else, just a little. Is that okay?"

It wasn't until he asked that last bit that he fully realized that, if that wasn't okay, his relationship with Elle could end right here and now. It hadn't occurred to him to think that they could be headed for a breakup, even when he'd completely ruined her proposal, and now that it had, he could feel his forehead and hands break out into a sweat. He didn't want to lose this wonderful ball of sunshine. He'd never had another relationship before but he knew he didn't want another one. He and Elle were so easy and fun the rest of the time, if this was the end of that, it would be absolutely devastating.

For a moment Elle was almost certain she was being turned down after all Artie started it off with sorry and tears immediately started filling her eyes. It wasn't the first time her romantic overzealousness had gotten her rejected and she wasn't the type to take a proposal rejection as a break up, but being rejected by Artie would still hurt.

Tears had already started to spill down her cheeks when she realized what he was actually trying to say, which actually made even MORE tears start to pour, but this time it was with happiness. "So that's a yes but unofficially?" She clarified, literally bouncing on her toes with excitement. She really didn't care who knew or didn't know about the engagement, Artie just agreeing to get married to her at all was more than enough to be satisfying.

Artie's entire heart felt like it was stretching beyond its capabilities at the sight of tears rolling down Elle's face. She was crying and it was all his fault and he hated it. He wanted to do or say anything to take back those tears and make Elle happy again, so when her voice changed and she was bouncing like she usually did, it was the biggest sigh of relief in his life. The whiplash of worrying that they'd break up to being unofficially engaged made tears roll down his face too and he laughed.

"Yes, of course," he agreed with a nod that was way too fast, "but maybe next time, I ask you, okay?" With that, Artie raised his hands to her face to cup it and bring her in for a kiss. Maybe he should've brought up that he would need to talk to his parents and hers about it all first, or other things of that nature, but all of those things were far too upsetting and the last thing he wanted was for Elle to frown again or feel even a drop more of unhappiness on this night that she'd worked so hard to make so special.

Elle felt a little keyed up and loopy after the emotional roller coaster they'd both just gone on and it was nearly impossible for her to stop crying so hard. But she was now unofficially engaged to the actual love of her life, so it was pretty worth it, all things considered.

"Sure, next time is all you!" She agreed easily, grinning widely through her tears before letting him kiss her. She was so excited that if he hadn't moved to kiss her first, she probably would've fully tackled him. They were engaged now and every part of her face being touched by his hands felt like they were being completely electrified in the least painful way possible.

He could feel her smile against his lips and the more serious details and conversations that Artie had wanted to have suddenly floated away from his brain. All he wanted to do was kiss Elle and make her happy and so he held her close, the kiss lingering longer than he usually let it as he let his hands skate down her sides to rest on the small of her back. After kissing her solidly for a few more moments, he pulled back slightly out of breath and smiling. "Hey, so, um, do you think it'd be okay if I slept over? I know I usually don't but after getting unofficially engaged, it feels right to be spending the night together, right?"

Sometimes kissing Artie made Elle really feel like Bella from Twilight, not she'd been super into the books as a teen, but she did remember the parts where Edward really wouldn't kiss Bella for all that long even though Bella was super pent up and horny for like the entire series. And kissing Artie was always exactly like that, never ever long enough and always frustrating.

Tonight he'd kind of lingered a little longer than usual which despite everything still managed to get Elle a little....edgy, so when he asked if she'd mind if he slept over, her eyebrows almost jumped off her head as she raised them in surprise at his question. "Do I think it'd be okay if you slept over?" She repeated completely dumbfounded, but also hurriedly wiping any evidence of tears off her face with one of her long dress sleeves. "Like to sleep sleep or like "sleep sleep"? Because you definitely can either way, but I'm not wearing a bra and hopefully that is very important information for whatever your answer is."

Artie had felt pretty bold when he'd asked to sleep over, since that wasn't a thing he typically did but then again, this wasn't a typical night. This was a night where he'd gotten unofficially engaged and something about that had woken him up, just a bit. He was nervous just thinking about it but maybe the night wasn't over yet.

"I --" Artie paused then looked down at Elle's chest briefly when she pointed out her lack of bra and gulped as he forced his eyes back up to her face, which was also lovely. "Um, sorry. I guess that depends on which of those 'sleep sleep's means 'make out a little bit if you want to and maybe even some more than that if you don't mind that I really have no idea what I'm doing'?" His face was bright red but hopefully that wouldn't count against him.

Elle was mildly disappointed when Artie's interpretation of 'sleep sleep' wasn't immediately boning the night away, but she had to remind herself that she and Artie really weren't on the exact same page tonight and "maybe even some more than that" was probably just his way of phrasing that he was picking up what she was putting down. After all he was already bright red, there was no way he'd be able to say anything dirtier than making out without choking or something.

"Artie, we've been together for months and I literally just proposed to you. Do you really think I care about what you do and don't know what to do?" Elle gave Artie one quick peck on the lips and then another after deciding the first wasn't enough, she probably could've gone for more after that if she hadn't had more to say. "I don't. In case you actually didn't know. But I know enough for both of us, so whatever more you want to do will be the best thing in the world, kay?"

She was right, of course. She had just proposed and she wouldn't have done that if him being a complete and utter virgin was that much of a turn off. He let the comfort of her words and her kiss calm him down a little bit, and when she continued, Artie had to smile. "Thank you. I think that much I knew, at least." His eyebrows raised a little at the reminder that she knew enough for the both of them and, deciding to be bold, he added, "But um. As far as you being knowledgeable goes, I'd love to learn a few things tonight." They were still close enough that he leaned back in for another kiss after that, deciding to linger. He wasn't great at saying things like 'Elle, you're so hot and cool, I'd love if we did sexy things that I'm not even sure how to elaborate on tonight', so hopefully he could convey that with his body language and if he couldn't, tonight would still go down in history as one of the most memorable nights of his life.

#para #elle #para: elle #ellecharming

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fieryfafarfanfics · 5 years

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Ecstatic Requiem 2

Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin. Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar. Beep! Beep! Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message. Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff? Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

Quickly fingers start to reply his text. Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers? A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep! Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left Warm eyes widen in shock. Me: eh??? theres still more??? Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down. Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself A snort slips out. Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right? Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in. Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin. Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi Skitty <3: ANYWAYS, Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky. Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw. Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho Skitty <3: no A single eyebrow raises in confusion. Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back. Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text. Quickly she texts back. Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`) Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you God, Kotone wants to scream right now. Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen. Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡* Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter. Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward. After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek. God, she feels so lucky to have him. Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses. Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while. “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” --- The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place. Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in. With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her. Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart. Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat. Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter. She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image. She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met. Ah, her face is blushing again. “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him. Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine. Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner. Celebi. The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her. How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death. She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes. Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living. Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought. No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has. Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything. Hands rub up and down her arms. Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night. Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself. “Kotone?” Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen. “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball. Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!” “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake. “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms. Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?” He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.” He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength. “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.” “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?” “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.” “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?” A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region. It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple. “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.” Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance. “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well. Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand. “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter. “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place. Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move. “…bi—” Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound. “…C…e…bii—” That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing. “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands. Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!” Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

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breath-of-the-zora-prince · 7 years

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Lost

Request: Hello! First - I love the blog! Your writing is so nice and it's adorable! Second - may I request a S/O who wanders into the Lost Woods without thinking and gets lost somehow? Maybe BOTW!Link has to go find her in hopes that nothing bad happens? Thank you! <3

For: @briqhtskye

Word count: 3325

Fr tho what’s with me and knocking S/O out? Also I had way too much fun writing this, rip my wrists.

The pale light of the morning sun woke you up, cascading over your slumbering form that had been leaning against your goods for the night, underneath a rock to shelter from the rain. Your fire had dwindled down to ash, and your skin had a gentle coating of dew. The air felt warm, heat emanating from the volcano active behind you. The day was beginning, and you were off to travel to sell your wares once again.

You had actually just gotten back from a stable, where the Legendary hero Link had sold you out of all your wares. Luckily, you were able to collect more materials to make arrows as well as ingredients; it helped that he sold you his own materials. A smile danced across your lips as you thought of the handsome young man, smiling at you as he paid for his supplies. You couldn’t help but blush at the thought that he always came to you, rather than Beedle or any of the other traveling merchants. You scratched the back of your head laughing, before standing up and pulling your stuff on your back.

Pulling out your old worn map, you looked at the trail ahead of you, mumbling to yourself. Trying to navigate, you made your way up a path, not before taking a detour towards a hot spring. You felt uncomfortably moist, and the best way you thought to remedy that was to bathe in the hot waters of the blessed springs. It was nice that they were naturally heated with minerals that made you feel incredible, both physically and mentally. You had a suspicion that perhaps the goddess herself had blessed these little pools. Though it was an outrageous thought, it tickled you. A small giggle erupted past your lips as you approached the steaming area, a smile lining your lips, already feeling comforted. That is, until you heard a mysterious splash.

A chill ran up your spine as you slowly crept towards one of the pools, a figure forming in the water. Slowly, you set down your stuff as the person came into more detail, a very familiar hylian with a ponytail and stunning cerulean eyes. Perhaps it was the heat, or perhaps it was the company, but your cheeks grew deep red.

“O-Oh Link!” You exclaimed, taking a small step back as he turned to look at you, his eyes just as wide as yours. One had shoots under the water while the other lifts up to gently wave at you. He seemed embarrassed.

Maybe because he was naked.

Once you realized that you quickly turned around, feeling more heat get to your head. You heard the water swiftly move behind you, it sounded as though he was getting out. You gulped, feeling ashamed.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I should’ve let you know I was here the second I heard you! Please, don’t get out on my account I’ll just go to one of the other pools and then I’ll be on my way. While I’m here though would you like to take a look at my wares?” You felt yourself rambling when you felt a tap on your shoulder, and you turned, greeted with a shirtless - and pantless - hero. You gulped, a twitch of your eyes gazing at his form. He had slipped on his underwear, but that didn’t stop him from being stunning.His years of training were apparent, from the scars across his smooth skin, to the definition of muscles in his arms and body. You felt your heart seize. Quickly, you turned again, hiding the fact you must’ve looked like a lobster being cooked.

Ironic you were in a hot spring.

You hear him chuckle and walk to the other side of you so you were forced to look at him. You felt a lump in your throat, trapped in the stunning gaze of his eyes.

“Do you want to join me?” He asked, his expression gentle and calm, as if he was asking a simple question. How did this come to be?

Sure, you had always hoped his compliments and his jokes were flirting, you had hoped he thought about you on his dangerous adventures. You had never expected an invitation like this to come from the hero of ages. This man, a man who has been reincarnated into heros throughout the ages, throughout the alternate realities, is asking if you would join him for a bath.

“U-huh,” you responded intellectually.

He seemed to chuckle from that, slowly walking back into the water, making sure his back was to you. You couldn’t see it while you slowly got undressed, but he was just as flustered as you. His hand on his mouth and wondering why he asked you. Did he seem like an idiot? Was it too forward? Why couldn’t he have just asked you out to dinner like he wanted to?! He was having a mental argument with himself when you slowly turned around, lowering into the water so that it was up to your neck. You felt content, Your hands sliding up and down your arms, working the warm water into your tired muscles. You made sure to keep your back to him, feeling his eyes burn into the back of your head. While you felt self conscious, he was marveling at how stunning you were, despite being hidden from his gaze. He had never seen your hair down from its usual ponytail, and he was mesmerized by the way it danced on the surface of the water. The way your body curved under the water caused heat to slide up his face. You were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and he was the princess’ personal knight.

“S-so, where are you off to next on your great adventure?” You asked, breaking the silence that hung in the air. He drew in a breath, as if he was returning to reality. He gestured behind himself, but since you weren’t looking, he felt obligated to speak. Which meant the possibility of stuttering from nervousness.

“W-well, you s-see, that mountain behind us?” he gulped, running over the script in his head and forcing the words to grow fluid as you turned, seeing death mountain’s glorious form. “Yeah, there.” You snorted a bit, and as attractive as it felt, his comment made you laugh. It eased the tension between the two of you, and he felt a burst of pride.

It got easier after that, you two ignored the fact that you were practically naked and just enjoyed your time together, without the stress of having to survive. You felt your heart flutter whenever he smiled, and the way his eyes lit up when you brought up something he was passionate about. Sure, the conversation was mostly one sided, but you knew he was engaged. He clinged onto every word you said as you told him about your own life and your travels.

Eventually, the sun rose far past the trees, you two had taken to sitting on a rock while your legs dangled in the water, letting your makeshift suits dry before putting on your regular clothes. You were sharing a bottle of water when Link was finishing telling as story about how he destroyed a moblin camp, and you couldn’t help feel the ethereal air around him.

“You did not!” You exclaimed, mouth gaping. He burst into laughter.

“I did! I just stood at the top of a hill and just kept dropping and dropping bombs, they didn’t suspect a thing.” This was the most you’ve heard him talk, but you loved it. He was opening up to you. You laughed, wondering how such a small man could carry around so many bombs. You didn’t think too much into it, because whether or not it was a fib, it was entertaining, and he was making you happy.

“Gosh, I could never do anything like that. The best I can do is make a fire, but I can’t fight.” You laughed, taking a sip of water and watching your feet create ripples in the waters surface. He smiled and looked at you, feeling his heart race.

“W-well, I could help with that.” He said, watching your face light up at the joy.

“Y-yeah! I’d love that. I travel so much, it’d be good to know some self defense.” You smiled wide. You’d have a chance to spend time with him outside of your duties. He nodded in agreement.

“It’s a date, then.” He smiled, causing your heart to slam against your ribcage. You nodded, handing him the water as you looked away. You felt like a young adolescent again, being asked for a dance at your village’s festival.

You parted after that, returning to the path you had first started on. You couldn’t get the thought of him out of your head as you walked up the path. A smile lined your lips as you imagined his eyes watching you closely, the gentle brush of your fingers as you exchanged water, the way his body moved so elegantly in water. The way he spoke to you, as well. It was enchanting, and you felt trapped in a fairytale with a handsome knight. The best kind of trap.

You giggled, returning to reality long enough to realize you had no idea where you were. Your smile faded as you looked around, gnarling trees surrounding you as a haze faltered your vision. You clinged onto your backpack for support as you realized you were trapped in the Lost Woods.

You muttered a swear, biting your lip. You didn’t want to move, knowing if you did you’d be engulfed in a mysterious haze that altered your reality to place you somewhere else. After about ten minutes of contemplating your choice, you decided to start moving, since nothing would help if you didn’t. You used the fog to help guide you; whenever your vision became too impaired to see ahead of you, you changed directions until you could walk forward without precautions. You weren’t sure where you were going, but hoped you’d make it to an exit. There was no specific trail on your map, so that was useless. This method seemed to be working, your steps were slow, and your movements hesitant, but you were moving.

It took about an hour to walk what felt like a mile. You knew the land wasn’t too big, so you began to feel as though you were walking in circles. It didn’t help that all the trees looked the same and you were beginning to feel frustrated with your lack of focus. After about another half hour, you felt defeated, leaning against a willowing tree as you slid down, placing your bag beside you and pulling your knees up to hide your face in anger. How could you wind up in this mess? Would you ever get out? A sigh passed your lips as you heard a growl rumble around you. The air felt as if it dropped ten degrees as you looked ahead of you, eyes wide and frustration replaced with terror.

“H-hello?” you decided to call out, considering the last time you heard a noise but said nothing, you saw Link naked. Though, that wasn’t a bad thing. This was. Yellow eyes pierced through the fog, starting with one pair, then another, and another. Three wolves broke through the surface of cloud, stalking closer to you. They snarled, a slower burn of horror as you slowly stood up, prepared to run. You felt frozen, and it wasn’t until one pounced that you ran. Your heart pounded as you heard barking close behind you. Tears stung your eyes, and you didn’t care if the fog claimed you if it meant you’d be safe from the wolves. It didn’t, and you were still being chased.

You glanced over your shoulders, seeing the eyes chase after you. A yelp involuntarily fell past your lips as you kept running, wanting to call for help but unable to find the words. Again, you looked behind you, but instead of continuing to run, your foot caught on an intrusive vine, causing you to fall hard onto the cold ground and your head to slam into one of the trees. It throbbed horribly as the wolves stalked their prey, closing in on the injured animal they were ready to eat. Your vision faltered, fading as you felt tears stream down your face. The trees seemed to mock you, and you were ready to embrace darkness.

You heard a yell come through your concussion, seeing a blurry figure slice down the wolves and rush towards you. You felt a sudden jolt, warm and comforting arms holding you close, a calloused hand caressing your cheek as you heard your name called to you. Before you could respond, your eyes closed as your vision faded.

“No...no no don’t sleep Y/N,” Link patted your cheek to startle you awake. He swore, lifting you up and running as fast as he could through the fog towards his original destination. You were fading in and out of consciousness, your arms lazily draping around his strong, narrow shoulders. Before you realized it, you were being laid in a soft layer of warm grass. It was soft against your bruised body, and the beautiful man in a blue tunic was replaced with a small creature, chirping to the man that carried you here. You looked around, trying to ignore the pain in your head. A deeper voice echoed around you, but you couldn’t make out the words. Link lowered to his knees and smiled down at you. He pulled your head up to his lap as he brushed back your hair. You felt at peace.

“Tell me about your childhood,” he said, running delicate fingers against your scalp, and it helped the pain subside. You began rambling broken sentences as he listened closely. He laughed at your bad jokes, his fingers gentle on your skin. Your vision became clearly, but it felt better to keep your eyes closed from the light. Suddenly, you felt something poke your cheek. Slowly your eyes opened and you turned your head to look at a tiny tree looking at you. Your eyes widened in surprise, you consciousness returning as you shot up, your head throbbing again. You heard Link coax you back into laying in his lap, but that didn’t stop you from staring at the creature you had never seen before.

“Miss!” You heard it speak, holding up a pink elixir. “Drink and you’ll feel good!” He held it between his stubs for arms and you felt your heart melt. You nodded, grabbing the drink and sitting up, slower this time. You felt a hand run along your back as your downed the drink. It tasted like nothing, and yet it tasted incredible. The bruises on your body dissipated as the pain on your head subsided. Your vision cleared and you had a chance to grasp your surrounding.

Setting the bottle down, you slowly stood up in wonder, looking around you. Tears of joy touched your eyes as you circled around the area.

“It’s real…” you whispered. Wide eyed and smiling. “It’s actually here, I’ve heard legends but…” you gulped, looking down at the smiling Hylian. “So you’re really… goddess I can’t believe this.” You laughed, beginning to walk around and explore, but not before thanking the small korok who helped you. You walked up to the altar, seeing the master sword in it’s hilt. So it was here, the reason you had a hard time grasping the idea that this man was the hero of legends. He didn’t have his blade.

“It’s good to see you’re well, young one.” Slowly, you looked to see the owner of the deep, calming voice. You gulped, your mouth gaping as the legendary Great Deku Tree stood before you, as grand and as beautiful as you thought. You felt humbled as you watched him.

“A-ah, hello,” you said, intellectually. It seemed to make him chuckle. You heard movement behind you as Link came up behind you, smiling.

“I’ll be right back,” he informed, and before you could protest, he was gone. You let out a huff and looked around, seeing the place littered with small creatures, curious of you as much as you were of them.

“It’s… it’s an honor to be here, sir.” You said, looking back up at the Lord of this forest. He smiled, which was funny to you considering he was a tree.

“Our young hero really cares about you, I hope you know.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and smiling.

“I had a suspicion.” You glanced down at the beautiful flowers surrounding you as you looked at the master sword’s detail. It was stunning. You had seen paintings and tapestries of the legendary sword, but you never thought it would be this magnificent.

While you waited for Link to return, you decided to interact with the koroks, who stole your heart instantly. You told them stories while they braided your hair, placing silent princess and chilling violet in the weaves. One sat in your looking up at you curiously and you couldn’t get over how adorable it was. You heard shuffling come from the Lost Woods as link returned with your backpack, and you smiled. He looked at you wide eyed. You must’ve been a sight, surrounding by small koroks who were playing around you, clinging on you. One had climbed to sit on your head. You laughed, reaching up and slowly setting the creature beside you, as well as the one in your lap as you stood.

“Can I keep one?” You asked, laughing as you walked up to him. “This place is a dream, Link.” He seemed flustered as he handed you his bag, but he was smiling widely, studying you.

“You’re beautiful…” He said impulsively, before a deep red lined both his and your cheeks. He walked past you to the hilt of the blade. He began telling the Deku Tree that he’d return for his sword, but the Deku Tree cut in.

“No time like the present, Link.” Link turned to glance at you and blush before looking to the blade.

“You’re right, which is while I’ll be back,” He smiled in response as the Deku Tree seemed to nod in understanding, smiling towards you.

“Good luck, Y/N, stay safe. The next time you visit I hope we won’t have to heal you.” He said, causing you to smile and nod.

“I would love that.” You said, before Link took your hand and lead you back to the Lost Woods. It felt much less intimidating with him beside you. Before you entered the fog, away from the eyes of curious koroks, Link pulled you into a tight hug, catching you off guard. Your eyes widened as you blushed, responding by wrapping loose arms around you.

“I know I know, I was reckless, but in my defense I did ask you to teach me for a reason, and think about it after we have our training session I could come back here alone and find my way back. It’ll also be safer for me to-” you were rambling, and it wasn’t until Link pulled away to press his lips against yours that you stopped.

His lips were warm and soft, gentle against your own as he held you close. Your body fell against his as you kissed him in return. You felt as though you were floating, and his arms were the only thing holding you down. Your lips felt particularly cold when you pulled away, drawing out a sigh as he did. He didn’t need to speak, his eyes told you all they needed to. You felt warm and fuzzy by the color of his eyes as he took your hand and lead you into the Lost Woods.

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Author’s Note: lord i am so glad someone requested Jongin fluff so i could make up for the torture that is Mourning Air. this is a gift for @kpopandlock and i hope hope hope i have done this justice. romance comes very hard for me unless theres chapters of tension and build up, so i hope this makes every Nini stan swoon just a tiny bit <3 enjoy loves!

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Summary: every day, you fall a little bit more in love with your best friend, Jongin. everyday, you ache for him. everyday, you miss all the signs of something he’s been trying to tell you.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,068

Nini[2:06 AM]: you up?

Y/N[2:08 AM]: yeah why

Nini[2:08 AM]: are you hungry?

Y/N[2:10 AM]: !!! diner run? :)

Nini[2:11 AM]: i have a better idea ;)

Y/N[2:12 AM]: better than 2AM waffles?? D:

Nini[2:13 AM]: promise to keep an open mind

Y/N[2:14 AM]: nini it’s too early...or late idk to be open minded~~

Nini[2:15 AM]: ok then be spontaneous

Y/N[2:16 AM]: what are you suggesting

Nini[2:18 AM]: cheesesteaks

Y/N[2:18 AM]: im not fucking cooking at 2 in the morning, are you high

Nini[2:20 AM]: nooo let’s go GET them i know an amazing food truck in philly

Y/N[2:21 AM]: are you driving?

Nini[2:21 AM]: as long as you DJ

Y/N[2:22 AM]: come pick me up~~ <3

Nini[2:23 AM]: that’s my girl! be there in 10

True to his word, Jongin arrives ten minutes later looking too put together for what you think is just a night drive. He stands in your doorway, bright smile making you feel like you’re ascending dawn, grey hoodie and running pants matching with a casual, attractive air of non-effort. You want to comment on this, tell him he's overdressed and making you tumble into a state of longing, but before you can speak, he leans over to kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear.

‘We’re taking the scenic route.’

This is nothing new for him. He's said these same words to you hundreds of times on different occasions, sometimes even in metaphor, but tonight it feels different. Tonight, his breath hovers over your ear a little too long and it takes all your willpower not to press your cheek to his. You know you're alone in this sentiment, know that these feelings are one sided and must remain this way for the benefit of your friendship. But still, tonight, these words make you want him more.

The highway is empty as you drive, chasing the moon and stars with your headlights. You watch him, studying the way he seems to glow in the night, and think he never really looks as relaxed or as serene as when he's driving. With one hand on the wheel and the other out the window, fingers dancing in the cool night air, his face is placid and happy, eyes bright and filled with hidden laughter as he drives. This is when you really see him, truly see all the vulnerable parts of him, when he's pensive and assumes no one is looking; when he's alone with you.

Mirroring his position, you stick your arm out the window and find yourself falling into the moment, collapsing into it. You've never felt closer to him than right now, driving on the interstate for a spontaneous cheesesteak run. You've never felt more alive than in this moment, as the state Pennsylvania sign passes you by. Beside you trees and trees and trees pass along the river bank, and you're glad he chose this route. You're glad he wanted the extra time with you and no one else, not even other strangers on this secluded road. You're glad that he wants you, even if it's only like this.

Eventually, you fall asleep - not a truly deep sleep, just dozing softly, hand still catching the wind as your head lulls to the side with parted lips.

You are asleep and so you don't see it. You don't see the way he turns to look at you, your skin shimmering as the first glimmers of the sun start to pour over your face. You don't see the way he smiles, admiration of you beginning to eat away at and melt through him. You don't see him reach for your hand as it rests on your thigh with loose fingers, and the way he pauses just over the palm. He ghosts over it, molding his hand above it as though he were miming the hold, before pulling it back to the gear shift. You don't see him clutch at it, holding it and pretending it is your skin.

You don't see him tumbling with you.

Nini[1:33 PM]: you going to jongdae’s thing tonight?

Y/N[1:35 PM]: idk maybe. i have to see if i feel up for it

Nini[1:37 PM]: pllssss!! youre never really up for these things and i need you with me tonight

Y/N[1:40 PM]: why tonight of all nights? lmao youve gone to so many parties without me

Nini[1:41 PM]: because tonight i just don’t want to be without you :)

Y/N[1:42 PM]: this is not a reason

Nini[1:43 PM]: excuse me, it’s the only reason that matters

Y/N[1:44 PM]: you know i get shy at parties

Nini[1:46 PM]: jongdae and i will be there

Y/N[1:48 PM]: and if it were just you two it would be ok - it wouldnt even be a party~~ it's other people nini :/

Nini[1:50 PM]: i’ll be with you the whole night i promise :))

Y/N[1:52 PM]: youre not going to take no for answer are you :c

Nini[1:52 PM]: nope :D

Y/N[1:56 PM]: fine. ill meet you there ugh

Nini[1:58 PM]: thank you duchess! i'll make it up to you! <3

Y/N[1:58 PM]: you better

Jongin finds you the minute you enter the crowded house, his hand seeking yours and threading your fingers together as you push through the door. You know he’s already drunk, though you don’t know how long he’s been here. Like usual, his body is craving contact after only a few drinks of alcohol. Typically, he keeps you close by so he can touch your skin and soothe his bleary ache for affection, never allowing you to wander too far out of reach. Always this is born out of trust, you think. He knows and trusts you enough to take these things from you, expects them to be freely given because the language of your relationship dictates it.

Always, he does this and doesn't see the way hope brims over and leaks from your pores. Always, he doesn't see you swoon.

‘I'm glad you came!’ Jongdae shouts over the music as he hands you a drink. ‘You literally never come to my parties. This is such a nice surprise.’

‘This one persuaded me,’ you concede, tilting your head in Jongin’s direction. He’s distracted, eyes scanning the room with a wide smile offered to everyone but you. Seeing this makes your heart sink a little, knowing that, at some point, even if he doesn't mean to, his promise to you will be broken.

It only takes an hour.

After leading you around the room, squeezing your hand as you talk through your shyness with others and whispering that he's proud of you, he leaves your side at the first notes of his favourite song. For a few minutes, you watch him dance and sing, jumping and moving with an ease that makes you envious. When he laughs, his mouth becomes a glorious circle, head cocking back as though he can't contain the force of his joy. When he sings along, his eyes close in sheer delight at being young and being alive.

You find this all too beautiful and too heartbreaking to look at. It only makes you want him more.

So you turn and go out to the yard, hoisting yourself into the fence rungs to sit and drink, taking small sips of whatever is in your cup so you don’t get drunk. It's quiet here, perfect for thinking and longing and wishing on all the stars you can count.

Your back is to the door, so you don't see it. You don't see the way Jongin searches for you the moment the song ends, biting his lips and furrowing his brow in worry. You don't see the way he smiles, awed and moved by the way you hum to yourself as you stargaze. You don't see him lean against the door, eyes turning up to the same star and filled with hopeful wonder.

You don't see him wish that you were his.

Y/N[6:33 PM]: come over

Nini[6:35 PM]: mmmmm why? movie night?

Y/N[6:36 PM]: if you want. im making your fave tho, so i thought id ask

Nini[6:37 PM]: CHICKEN????

Y/N[6:40 PM]: lmao yes and if youre a good boy ill even let you help me cook

Nini[6:41 PM]: excuse you i am always a good boy

Y/N[6:43 PM]: you abandoned me at the party last weekend. that was very naughty ;(

Nini[6:45 PM]: i told you i was sorry :( and i didnt really abandon you. dont say that :(((

Y/N[6:46 PM]: THAT WAS HOW IT FELT NINIKINS

Nini[6:48 PM]: im so confused like youre upset with me but youre using my nickname and i ?????

Y/N[6:49 PM]: i was upset but im not anymore its ok bb. are you coming?

Nini[6:50 PM]: yeah be there in 15?

Y/N[6:52 PM]: ok. bring wine please

Nini{6:52 PM]: you got it duchess <3

You leave the door unlocked for him, an open invitation to your home, your heart, your life. When he arrives, he’s carrying your favourite red wine and a small chocolate cake he acquired from a bakery along the way.

‘I want to feel like I’m contributing,’ he murmurs with a bashful smile.

‘Aww,’ you coo, taking the cake from him and tapping his cheek. ‘I would have let you cut some broccoli but this is much better.’

He lingers behind you for a while, watching the way you cut and stir and manage time in your kitchen. It bewilders him, a little bit, the science of cooking becoming something of an art beyond his comprehension. This is the one thing you can hold above him, the one skill you have that he doesn’t, and you are too proud to admit that you sometimes use this to be close to him. Tonight is an example, how you decided to make chicken only because he said he would come over. How you decided to even consider it because he would be here and near you and doing exactly this: pressing himself behind you to watch and share your air.

After several minutes he moves away from you, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it with a content, placid expression.

‘Where’s that speaker I got you for your birthday?’

‘In the bathroom by the sink.’

He disappears and comes back seconds later, holding the black rectangle in his hand as he syncs it with his phone.

‘We’re going to listen to some music and you’re going to relax.’

You scoff, flipping chicken in the skillet. ‘I don’t need relaxing.’

‘Yes, you do,’ he says firmly. ‘Even the way you said that was tense.’

Setting the spatula on the counter, you turn to face him with a cocked eyebrow. ‘Now who’s the tense one?’

He doesn’t bother to respond to this. Instead, he hits play and soft soul music starts to play from the speaker. Sighing, you turn back to the stove and attempt to make yourself look busy. This was done on purpose. He knows that soul music feels like it belongs to you in some way, like you’ve claimed it as the sound of your blood.

What he doesn’t know is that the sight of him dancing to Otis Redding will hurt you, hurt you in a way that would make your heart feel as though it were bleeding. He doesn’t know that the sight of his hips swaying to the rhythm would make your breath catch, pausing at the sight to admire and memorize it before continuing with a quickened pace. He doesn’t and cannot know these things, so you keep your back to him in order to protect yourself. Because now, you think, you cannot possibly want him more.

Your back is to him, so you don’t see it. You don’t see the way he approaches you, eyes hungry and arms outstretched to hold you in the them. You don’t see the way he reaches for you, hands coming to rest atop your hips like he’s claiming you the way you’ve claimed the music. When he starts dancing with you, moving your body with his as he presses himself tightly against you, you don’t see the way his lips part to exhale against your hair. You don’t see the way his mouth hovers above your ear for too long, tongue desperate to lick against the lobe. You don’t see the way his eyes roll back in his head as you push against him, lightly, teasingly, and the way his fingers twitch to run themselves beneath the band of your shorts. The way they yearn to sneak beneath the band of your underwear to press, and touch, and stroke.

You don’t see the way he finally, truly, believes he is losing control.

Nini[1:40 AM]: are you up?

Y/N[1:43 AM]: yeah why - MORE CHEESESTEAKS?

Nini[1:44 AM]: can i come over?

Y/N[1:44 AM]: are you ok?

Nini[1:45 AM]: i need to see you

Y/N sent a photo

Y/N[1:46 AM]: see! it’s me!

Nini[1:46 AM]: no. i need you see you. please.

Y/N[1:47 AM]: jongin youre scaring me. whats going on?

Nini[1:48 AM]: please say yes. just say i can see you. i just need you.

Y/N[1:49 AM]: yes babe yes the door is unlocked

Nini[1:50 AM]: on my way

Five years. You’ve known Jongin for five years.

Four years. You’ve loved Jongin for four years.

Never have you seen him look like this. For years you’ve watched him stumble into and out of love with anguish, grace, and pride, and still he’s never looked like this.

He’s in your doorway and he looks like he’s gasping, swallowing whole mouthfuls of the air to catch his breath and to catch your scent. Hair has fallen into his eyes, his wide eyes that look at you as though they’ve reached their limit or found something - they’re fixed on you so completely you’re starting to feel naked beneath the gaze. There’s suffering happening beneath his skin. He’s fraught and fighting with something and you’re scared, you’re scared because you feel he brought the air of change with him and it’s making you vulnerable and uncomfortable.

He rushes into your house but doesn’t sit. His feet carry him in nondescript patterns around your living room, pacing in an almost frantic way.

‘Jongin,’ you whisper loudly, trying not to startle him out of his panic. ‘Jongin, what is going on?’

‘I reach for you,’ he blurts out, turning to look at you as though he’s had an epiphany. ‘I reach for you all the time and you never see it.’

Your brain muddles over these words, toys with them and breaks them apart to try to understand them but comes up empty and confused.

‘You reach for me?’ you ask, breathless though you don’t know why. Something is happening, and your body is in on it first, making you lose faith and trust in the air and yourself.

‘I reach for you,’ he repeats. ‘Something happens in my day, and I reach for my phone to tell you. I crave food at two in the morning, and I reach for you to come with me. I watch you cook, and I want to touch you, so I reach for you but you don’t see me. I am always reaching for you, and I need you to see me.’

The words rush out of his mouth like they’ve been waiting to be released for years, like he’s practiced them hundreds of times and now that he’s finally saying them he can’t wait to get them out.

You’re facing him, and now you see it. You see the way his hands reach out to you as he approaches you, coming to cup your face gently and cradle it as though it were treasure. You see the way his eyes bore into yours, filled with love and lust and longing. You see the way he is breaking, shattering beneath his desire and how his breath is coming too quickly to really keep him alive. You see the way the world is spinning but you both are still in this moment, learning to reach for one another.

‘Do you see?’ he asks, softly with a trembling lip. ‘Do you see why I needed to be here? To hold you?’

You close your eyes and nod.

‘Don’t do that,’ he whispers.

You open your eyes and make to speak, but his thumb softly swipes over your bottom lip and tugs it gently down to luxuriate in its plumpness.

‘Don’t close your eyes,’ he clarifies. ‘ I want you to see.’

Eyes open wide, you watch as he lifts your chin upwards and presses his forehead against yours, taking the moment to breathe together. You watch as he slides just out of view and presses your lips together, your body suddenly warm with the contact and wetness pooling between your thighs. Keeping your eyes open, you let him kiss you, gently and full of purpose with a warm mouth and a soft tongue. Your eyes roll back just slightly as your hands fist in his hair, tongue pressing against his in time with your hips. His hands slide down your back to fist in the hem of your shirt, pulling it up as he moans, loudly and without shame, as his fingers touch your hot skin, and you see.

You see how you both took the scenic route to get here, to this moment. You see how having him in your arms makes the world brighter. You see how kissing him like this makes the world move slower.

You see how badly you need him. You finally see how deeply he loves you.

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