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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Nightfall

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 19 of the July Prompts: fireflies

Warnings: alcohol, language, light angst

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I really had no plan going into this fic and it completely took on a mind of its own. Truth be told I’m not totally sure what this is haha. Something in me is telling me I need to continue this storyline but I have no idea what I would do with it lol. I got a little into some feelings while writing this but I hope you guys enjoy it! xo

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The air was warm still despite the fact that the sun had set a little while before. It was just you and Angel sitting on the back steps at his house. There wasn’t a whole lot to see back there, but it was nice to not be looking directly into the next row of houses. You were mirroring each other’s position—leaning forward with your forearms resting on your knees, beer bottle loosely held in your hands. Neither of you had said anything for a little bit, content to just listen to the sound of the wind blowing and the scattered noises of whatever critters were brave enough to come out at night in Angel’s edge-of-civilization neighborhood.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been somewhere so quiet,” you finally broke the silence.

He chuckled, “Oh yea?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your beer before continuing, “Moved from one apartment complex to the next with my family growing up. Traded in one city for another over and over again. It was never quiet—there was always some kind of chaos happening.”

“There’s still chaos,” he smiled and playfully bumped your shoulder with his.

You laughed, “I guess. Just, you know, different kind of chaos. It’s nice to not have chaos at home.”

Your tone was light enough but he could see the faraway look in your eyes and he knew that you were thinking about all the different homes and lives you lived growing up before you somehow landed in Santo Padre. Truthfully, he had always wondered how it came to be, but he never had the courage to ask.

“Hey,” he started, a tentative hesitation in his voice, “I was, uh, thinkin’ tha—”

His sentence was cut short by the sound of your gasp, followed by you eagerly setting your beer bottle off to the side and jumping up off the steps. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stood and followed you down off the steps, his long legs easily and quickly closing the distance that you’d put between the two of you. The dew on the short, unkept lawn slicked the bottoms of your bare feet but you didn’t care. Angel saw the smile on your face as you headed towards the tree-line and stood back to watch what you did.

“This is gonna sound stupid,” you were speaking to him despite the fact that you weren’t turning around to face him, “but I’ve never actually seen these in real life.”

“Seen what?”

“Fireflies,” you got closer to the edge of his tiny little yard as you tried to guess where the little creature was going to blink next.

“Really?” he sounded genuinely shocked.

“Something tells me that they hate the city chaos as much as I do,” you chuckled as you reached, trying to cup one in your hands and failing.

“EZ and I used to catch these little fuckers all the time when we were kids,” he found his place next to you.

“Yea?”

He nodded, “Yea. For the longest time I wanted him to smush one and use it as face paint on me but he never did.”

You laughed and shoved him lightly, “That’s awful!” you paused, “Why didn’t you just do it?”

“’Cause that’s fuckin’ gross. I don’t want dead bug all over my hands,” he chuckled.

“Just all over your face?” you raised an eyebrow, shaking your head before returning to the task at hand, “How’d you do it?”

“What?”

“Catch them.”

You could see the focus take over his features as he looked around, trying to find one, “Gotta try and see their fat little bodies when they aren’t lit up,” he brought his hands up, expertly cupping them around something that you couldn’t quite see, “Because if you try to catch them when they blink they’re already gonna be gone.”

He nodded for you to come closer as he lowered his delicately cupped hands. A smile spread across his face when he saw the excitement in your eyes. He partially opened his hands at the top so you could peek in, your eyes lighting up as you watched the tiny creature blink inside the enclosed space of his large hands.

“Wanna hold it?”

You shook your head, “I wanna catch my own.”

He smiled, nodding his head, “Alright,” he opened up his hands and it took off into the night, blinking every so often as it got farther and farther away.

Angel was content to stand back and watch you walk back and forth along the perimeter of the little plot of land that passed for his backyard. He crossed his arms over his chest, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as you tried again and again to catch one of the little bugs. Each time you came so close, but not quite close enough to succeed. He noticed that you weren’t getting frustrated, though. And, honestly, he had the feeling that you had completely tuned out the rest of the world. He could’ve been trying to talk to you the entire time and you wouldn’t have heard a single thing.

He heard the snapping of a twig underneath your foot and realized that you were halfway into the trees on your expedition. The thought of you running barefoot through the little spit of woods was entertaining, but the last thing he wanted to happen was you splitting your foot open on something. He walked over and slid his hand into yours, giving you a slight tug and bringing you back to reality.

You allowed him to back you up a little bit before picking a new target to focus on, one that hopefully wouldn’t evade you like the last few had. Your eyes had adjusted better to the darkness, and you figured this was going to be your best shot at it.

You slowly crept up on one, like the sound of you was what was going to scare it away. Angel was biting back a chuckle as he watched you crouch slightly, feet moving slowly and deliberately across his lawn. You spread your arms wide, hands cupped in the optimal bug-catching position. Your face was contorted in focus as you slowly but surely brought your hands closer together.

Connecting your hands, you gasped as you spun back around to Angel, a giant smile on your face as you ran over to him, nearly slipping and falling in the process. He chuckled as you skidded to a stop in front of him, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“I think I got it!”

“Take a look, querida,” his tone was softer than you expected it to be given your excitement in the situation.

You opened your hands just the slightest bit, and were greeted with the yellow glint of the firefly in your hands. You squealed, cupping your hands back together. You looked at Angel expectantly, “Do you have a jar I could put it in?”

He smiled, “I’ll see what I got,” he pressed a light kiss to the side of your head before walking back towards the house.

He reemerged a minute later with a mason jar and a paper plate. He held the jar out to you, “Put it in here, then I’ll flip it and set it on the plate.”

You nodded, trying very carefully to get the bug into the jar without it flying away. You quietly clapped your hands together when Angel flipped the jar over and set it on the surface of the little table on the deck. You immediately sat down, crossing your arms on the table and resting your chin on them. Angel sat down across from you, elbow propped and chin set in the palm of his hand as he watched you watch the firefly.

It flitted around the jar, not landing, but not bumping into the sides either. Angel saw the wonder in your eyes and while he found it endearing, he also felt a heaviness settling on his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. There was an innocence in your expression and your excitement that directly juxtaposed itself with all the things he knew that you were capable of, things that you probably had to go through to get to the point where you were at now.

“So what did you do?” he finally asked.

“Hm?” you raised your eyebrows but kept your gaze fixed on the bug in the jar.

“In the city. What’d you do for fun as a kid?”

Your eyes flicked over to him for a moment, trying to gauge his emotion, “Not a hell of a lot,” you answered honestly.

Your mind flashed back to tiny little one-bedroom apartments, loud neighbors, sirens blaring down the street. It was hot, but not the way it was in Santo Padre—back then the heat felt heavy, and filthy. You had nowhere to go, nothing to do but wait for something else to happen that made you all pack up and move to the next place that felt exactly like all the others.

Angel saw the tears gathering in your eyes and he knew that you didn’t notice them. He could see it in your eyes that you were somewhere else entirely as your eyes followed the bug inside the jar. He didn’t know what to say, if he was even supposed to say anything in a moment like that. He was about to reach out and rest his hand on your arm when you sat upright, shaking your head slightly as you blinked away the tears.

You could see it on his face that he was going to try having a conversation about it all, but you weren’t up for that just yet. You watched the firefly in the jar for a few more seconds before placing your hand on the bottom of the jar, curling your fingers around it. Taking a deep breath, you lifted it up and watched as the small bug found its way out and took off, leaving nothing but a trial of blips in its wake.

Something resembling a smile was tugging at the corners of your mouth as you set the jar back down. You drummed your fingers along the glass sides, lost in thought again. Angel watched as each emotion crossed your face, and he wished that he could get a glimpse of what was going on inside your head.

“It’s alright, you know,” he said, dragging you back to the present.

“What?”

“You can…you can be honest with me. If shit wasn’t good you can tell me that. You’re not gonna scare me off. I get that family can be…rough.”

You chuckled dryly, “Rough. Right.”

He could see your walls going back up and he knew that there was no getting to the bottom of it tonight. Reaching, he placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a light squeeze, “I’m glad you made it here.”

You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sincere. Taking your other hand, you placed it over his, “I’m glad too.”

“If you think that catching fireflies is fun,” Angel smiled as he shook his head, “One time EZ came home with a whole fuckin’ hare.”

“A what?”

“A hare. Ears were this big I fuckin’ swear,” he held his hands dramatically far apart to indicate the size the animal’s ears has been.

You laughed, shaking your head, “I don’t believe you.”

“Ask him next time you see him,” he got up and grabbed both of your beer bottles from the step and handing yours to you before drinking from his own, “Pops was pissed.”

“I can imagine,” you smiled.

As you listened to Angel tell you other stories of antics that he and his little brother got into, you felt the heaviness of your own memories beginning to subside for the time being. It was easy to get lost in the way that Angel’s eyes crinkled slightly when he laughed and smiled, the way that he spoke with his hands. You pressed the bottle to your lips as you listened, your eyes straying every now and then to the fireflies flitting around in the background, blinking in and out of existence.

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kallulovesu · 3 years

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Weird scenerio, and based off an Miraculous Episode, how would Yandere!Nyotalia Allies react (separately) to being trapped in a giant soap bubble that’s floating in the sky, with their GN S/O that can’t get away from them?

It was all too humorous to America. Being trapped in one giant bubble in the sky with her beloved; the one person that she wished to be alone with for such a long time— and this specific wish of hers was granted just like that, in such a crazy way too! The girl almost thought that she could’ve been on drugs because of how desirable this whole situation was, and she just couldn’t bring herself to believe that she was this lucky.

Amelia wouldn’t really do anything for the first few hours or so of being here, just...sitting there and staring at you the whole time. Yes, she would love to have you in her arms, but this was completely okay as well. Looking at you made her feel a bit better about this strange situation, and reassured her that she’d at least have you by her side if anything went wrong.

Her stare wasn’t very...hidden, so she’d already expect you to feel a tad bit uncomfortable, but it was okay! It wasn’t like you could do anything about it; nothing could stop her up here, so why not suck it up and just deal with it instead? She could’ve done something much bolder with you, but decided to keep your feelings in mind and kept her distance, so just be a grateful lover and let her do this simple thing.

You wouldn’t want her to do something worse instead, would you?

It all ended up depending on your behavior. She was fine with doing nothing to you since Amelia already knew that she was to have you soon...so she shouldn’t be impatient! But disobedience should always be punished, she wouldn’t want you to act like this once finally taking you home. (Assuming that she’d find a way to get out of here)

England didn’t see anything wrong with this situation for the most part. She was used to such strange occurrences happening around her ever since being a young nation, though...she never expected her beloved to be dragged into this.

That didn’t mean that she disliked it— no, she certainly didn’t! This whole thing finally gave her the opportunity to do whatever she wanted with you, and all away from the public eye. So many things that she could do came up in mind, so many things that she would never be able to do in the outside world... you surely wouldn’t mind them, would you?

But there was also this bugging thought in the back of her mind; what if you didn’t consider her close enough for such intimate contact? Or what if you were one of these people that were uncomfortable by close touch? Alice is an over thinker, and this dilemma would only cause her to think of rasher, more...not so kind options that she could use. There was nothing restricting her inside of this space; not the law, not her fellow countries, and not even you. So why should she hold back?

Yes, you were hers after all. She shouldn’t even have to care about how you felt in the first place, but there was always a high chance of you being disobedient. She hated how she couldn’t just take you in her arms; holding you close without the worry of you struggling to get away from her. It was too much of a hassle.

That reminded her— England rummaged through one of her pockets, looking for one specific thing that she should’ve brought with her just in case and...oh, there it was! A small smile grew upon her face once pulling out exactly what she was looking for; a sleeping potion.

She could always use one of these if you were to act up.

France was vary of this whole thing. It certainly wasn’t normal to suddenly get trapped in some sort of bubble, even for a country such as herself.

She first thought that it could’ve been England playing a trick on her; perhaps the madwoman had finally snapped, deciding to give her some form of payback after all these years of their rivalry. The thought of that was funny, especially since this whole ‘revenge plan’ only worked in Francine’s favor. She finally managed to get some actual alone time with her darling, away from anyone else’s preying eyes and most importantly; able to do whatever she wanted with you.

...which was why she now sat next to you; her arm resting over your shoulder and pulling you close while sipping on a bottle of wine that she coincidentally seemed to have. (How she managed to have it in here? Who knew, the woman always seemed to have at least one drink on her.) Francine would talk away, rambling on about various things regarding either you or herself while slipping in some questions every now and then, especially the more personal ones that could be beneficial to her in the future. You thankfully didn’t seem to mind, most likely brushing it off as pointless chatter to pass time with.

Actually, nothing too bad seemed to happen with her. She didn’t do anything drastic— besides a few kisses on the cheek here and there, but even those didn’t seem to faze you much.

Francine just wanted to spend some nice, casual time with you; relaxing and taking your minds off your worries for once since...this could possibly be the last time she’ll get to see this side of you before carrying out her plan of kidnapping you. She was no fool, and understood that you would come to dislike her heavily once she did so, but it was for the better. You will learn to love her through it all, even if she had to hurt you for you to finally understand it.

Canada could best be compared to a kicked puppy; hiding in the furthest corner of the bubble while she merely stared at you, a sad gaze in her eyes while doing so.

Madeline wanted nothing more but to hug you close to her, to relish in your warmth and feel loved...but she feared the rejection she might face. She knew that she wasn’t very desirable— and that you must’ve wanted to be here with someone else right now, thus she tried doing you a favor by distancing herself.

But the Canadian still felt terrible despite that. You were so close to her, barely an arm’s reach away...was it that bad if she finally gave into her desires and tried something a bit risky? It might ruin the relationship she tried building up, but she could always just watch you from afar like always. Amelia also suggested just kidnapping you a while ago, so she could always try that if you were to reject her!

...it’s suffocating being with Russia, literally.

She just wouldn’t let you go from the moment the two of you have been trapped in this bubble. Her arms were encased around you like chains, holding you close while resting her chin on your shoulder in a manner that would be comfortable for her. Any form of protest would be dismissed; merely retorted with a soft, amused hum before further digging her face in the crook of your neck.

There were absolutely zero chances that she’d let you go. Not when she finally got to have you in her arms like this! You always seemed to be so afraid whenever she was around; trying to get away from her while shaking in your spot...and it hurt, you know? Anya couldn’t begin to count the many nights where she had almost cried herself to sleep while thinking about you, thinking about what she had done to make you so afraid of her. She hasn’t hurt you so far, no, she would never dare hurting the one she loved! So why were you so scared?

Oh, but no matter. All of that could be forgotten now that she finally had you where she wanted. You still seemed scared, but Anya allowed herself to relish in your presence despite that. She would never get to hold you like this in the outside world, with you easily being able to slip away from her grasp or others interfering.

It was a childish wish of hers; but Russia hoped to stay like this forever.

Oh, poor you. Remember when I said that being with Russia was suffocating? Yeah...I’m sorry, this one might be a bit worse to deal with.

China latched onto your form with her dear life; her arms almost squeezing the air out of you as she placed her face in the crook of your neck, soft yet audible sobs leaving her lips as she cried and sniffled. “Poor thing,” you’d think, softly rubbing and patting her back as she went on, trying to mutter some reassuring words that you hoped would help her calm down.

It felt like hours had passed since the two of you had landed in here— yet there seemed to be no sign of help coming by any time soon, and it scared you. What if no one ended up saving you? What if the two of you were going to stay here forever? You could only imagine how hopeless Chun-Yan felt, she seemed to be the one that was taking this the worst...

Which wasn’t the case, she was actually very pleased with this lol

Chun-Yan was basically fangirling on the inside; A red, prominent blush adorned her face as her heart thumped loudly at the feeling of you finally being so close to her. (she feared that you might’ve felt it, but she was too focused on this special moment for her to actually care!) It was rather hard to hide her excitement, with her almost letting the act slip a few times— though she seemed to manage. Yes she was old, but she still held the acting skills from her youth!

Really, she couldn’t imagine that being in a bubble of some sorts would’ve been the one thing that finally brought the two of you together. All she needed was to put on her ‘terrified old lady’ act to finally have you exactly where she wanted. Oh, she also found it amusing how you tried hiding your fear in hopes of making her feel better. It made her remember why she fell in love with you in the first place!

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canon-transgender-virgil · 3 years

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Check In (Intrulogical)

A/N: Finished this fic relatively quickly! It's a lot shorter than the Roceit one I posted earlier this week but it's still kinda a long fic lol!

Summary: Directly following the events of WTIT, Remus pops into Logan's room for what he claims is a quick chat, but that quickly grows into something more when the two actually get to talking.

Content Warnings: innuendos, swearing, intrusive thoughts, implied NS/FW (but nothing happens, dw), hurt-comfort

Logan had taken shelter in his room the moment Thomas got home from his outing with Nico. The logical side couldn’t stand to be around the other sides at the moment and he needed to sort out what was going on in his head.

The spectacled side took a deep breath and sat at his desk, staring at the wooden tabletop before slamming his fist down on it. “Fuck!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, infinitely thankful for the magic soundproofing around everyone’s rooms. What would the others think if they heard the rational, level headed (yeah right) Logic yelling expletives at random in his room?

He straightened his tie and glasses and got up, summoning a straw dummy labeled “Thomas”. He stood in front of it and glared at the doll, visibly angry, before he began ranting to it. He talked and talked, yelling at the dummy about how angry he was at being constantly ignored and pushed aside and made fun of, and if the familiar 10 notes announcing a certain Creativity’s presence hadn’t gotten his attention, he would have continued.

“My my Logan, you’ve got so much to say and no one to say it to, huh!” The moustached side raised an eyebrow, smirking at the nerd.

“...what do you want, Remus.” Logan’s words were curt, like he was trying to say just little enough to make the Dark Side leave.

“Gosh, I can’t just talk to a friend?-”

“We are not friends.”

“Ouch!” Remus pretended to be injured. “You’re so prickly, like a kinda sexy cactus! What’s up your ass today?”

Logan stopped and consulted his flashcards, hearing Remus snicker at this and trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning slightly. “Um… Ah.” He found the card he was looking for and examined it a little. “Nothing is ‘up my ass’ today, Remus. You know full well why I’m upset.”

“Uh huh, cuz I called you out on your lying ass.” He sounded irritatingly proud of that fact.

“Yes, well, you got what you wanted. Are you just here to rub it in my face?” Logan stared at Remus, though he noticeably avoided direct eye contact with the gremlin of a side.

Remus frowned. “No, actually.”

“Then you’re here to make me… feel… worse, correct?”

“Nope!” The green-sashed monster grinned.

“Then what do you possibly hope to gain from this interaction?” The blue tied Side frowned. Remus wasn’t here to bug him, or to upset him further? What reason, then, did he have to come to Logan’s room?

“It’s like I said earlier, I wanted to talk to you!”

“...what about?”

Remus shrugged. “I dunno! What do you wanna talk about?”

Logan blinked. “...excuse me?”

“Yeah! Let’s hear what you wanna talk about!” The Duke sat down on Logan’s bed and grinned up at him.

“...” The teacher was silent. “...you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Remus blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I-?”

“Yes, I figured as much. Remus, I don’t have time for your games and if you’re simply going to make fun of me you can just-”

“Woah! Pump the brakes Lo, who said I was making fun of you?” The green side looked legitimately confused.

Logan crossed his arms. “Remus, statistically speaking, a total of… Zero sides share any of my interests. A total of three sides have shown aversion to or have mocked the things I consider interesting or enj- er, have a vague liking towards. Why should I believe you aren’t here to add to the latter set of data?”

“First of all, because I sat through that whole talk.” Remus joked. Seeing that Logan just rolled his eyes, he continued. “And secondly, because we also have some of the same interests! Your census of mockery only includes J-Anus, Emo Boy, Hop-Pop Patton and my dumbass brother!”

“Really? Then what are some of those shared interests, oh Duke of Imaginary Death?”

“That was terrible, one.” Remus held up his pointer finger. “And two, we both like chemistry, and poisoning, and astronomy-”

“Wait wait wait.” Logan held a hand up to silence Remus for a moment. “You… like astronomy?”

“Sure! What’s more existentially terrifying than imagining going hurtling right into the sun, or a black hole, or-” Remus’s eyes widened as he talked about the possibilities.

“Thank you, Remus.” Logic sighed. “But… why talk with… me?”

“Cuz… I kinda owe it to you? After being a dickhead all day?”

Logan blinked. “You didn’t have a phallus for a head today?-”

“Figure of speech, teach.” Remus explained curtly.

Logan ‘ah’d’ and nodded.

“And anyways… I wanted to apologize.”

That caused Logan to stop. “...you… wanted to apologize… to me?”

“Yeah, it’s weird for me too, but it’s true! I didn’t mean to make you so mad you - figuratively - blew up, I just wanted to prove a point.”

“I appreciate your use of the word figuratively Remus, and… thank you.”

“No problem!” Remus grinned and thought for a second. “So… wanna talk about forensics?”

Logan’s eyes lit up. “Do I ever!-” He stopped. “Ah, uh, I mean… If you’d like to…?”

Remus giggled. “Cute! But you don’t have to hide that, not around me at least!”

“...thank you…” Logan smiled softly and the duke’s heart just about stopped.

“Uh, um… no problem Nerdy Wolverine.” Remus smiled weakly at the cute nerd.

The logical side rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Remus’s shoulder, which brought the moustached side’s attention to just how touch starved he was - a problem for another day, Mus.

“So what d'ya wanna talk about? Black lights, true crime?”

“Both interesting conversations, but… how about another topic you mentioned earlier?” Logan sounded timid, like he was scared Remus would stop listening if he dared to change the subject.

“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” The intrusive thot tilted his head at a sickening 180 degree angle, but that didn’t seem to bother Logan.

“You mentioned being fascinated by astrology as well. Would you like to talk about that?”

“Of course I would, my nerdy Astro-Boy Toy~” Remus laughed at his own nickname, to which Logan rolled his eyes again. “What about space, starlight?”

Logan’s smile grew ever so slightly, thankfully drawing Remus’s attention to that as opposed to his pink cheeks. “Well… let’s talk about constellations. You’re a storyteller of sorts, what’s your favorite constellation origin story?”

“Ooh, how fun!” Remus grinned. “Well, I personally love the story of Aquila, the king who got turned into a golden eagle messenger thing because Zeus got jealous of how much people liked him! You know, he’s the one who brought Zeus his cupbearer, Ganymede? That’s where the Aquarius constellation comes from! He was some Trojan prince, he ended up being the god of homosexual love! Historians think his name was a euphemism, since it’s a combination of the Greek words for ‘gladdening’ and ‘genitals’!”

Logan nodded and watched Remus explain the stories, smiling at how enthusiastically Remus shared the information. Remus noticed this and stopped. “Well, how ‘bout you, teach?”

“Huh?” Logan blinked, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Remus’s voice.

“You wanted to talk about constellations! What’s your favorite story?”

“Oh, um… I enjoy the story of Orion, the hunter who killed so many innocent creatures that Gaea sent a large scorpion to kill him and then put both of them in the stars for all eternity.”

“Huh! So that Scorpio constellation…?”

“Yes, that’s its origin story as well.” Logan smiled.

“Funny! I would never have guessed it!” That wasn’t true. Remus knew each and every constellation origin story like the back of his palm. He loved Greek mythology, but the only thing he loved more than that was seeing how Logan’s face lit up when he got to explain it. “Any other stories?”

The teacher blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Oh, um… I also enjoy the Cassiopeia story…”

The duke’s face brightened, eagerly awaiting Logan’s explanation. The spectacled astronomer’s face turned pink when he realized this, not sure what to do with this sort of attention.

“Well, Cassiopeia was a queen in Ancient Greece and she claimed to be the most beautiful thing in creation, which Posideon took personally since he had made what he considered to be the most beautiful creatures, and those were the sea nymphs. So Posideon sent Cetus, this giant sea monster, to torment the town, and he told the citizens that if they wanted him to get rid of the monster, Cassiopeia would have to apologize. She didn’t, so they asked if they could do anything else, and Posideon said if they sacrificed Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda to him that Cetus would go away, so the townspeople kidnapped her and brought her down to the pier. Poseidon didn’t like that, of course, since he was really just trying to get Cassiopeia to apologize and didn’t want some poor mortal’s blood on his hands so he let Perseus save her and kill Cetus.

“As punishment for almost letting her daughter die to save her own pride and for insulting the gods, they put her in the sky upside down on a chair to humiliate her for the rest of time.” Logan had gotten pretty excited while he explained the story, grinning widely as he finally finished it.

Remus was silent the entire time, watching how happily Logan told him a story he’d heard a million times before and thinking about how nice it was to be able to hear it from the nerd’s perspective.

Logan, finally remembering Remus was there, coughed softly and adjusted his tie, his smile fading. “Um, apologies, Remus. Thank you for letting me ramble.”

“Lo, you were telling a story! That’d be really dickish for someone to just cut you off during a story, you know?”

“I know, but I still appreciate it.” Logan yawned and Remus realized he looked tired, like the story had exhausted him.

“You wanna take a nap, teach?” The duke frowned and tilted his head.

“I… I have to finish up my work for the day…” The logical side moved his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“...Lo?”

“Yes…?”

“You had a long day. Yes it was cuz I was being a bitch, but still, you need to get some sleep. Or, y’know, I’m gonna be even more of a bitch to deal with!” Threatening intrusive thoughts usually worked to get Janus to go to bed when he refused to sleep, so he figured he’d try the technique out on Logan.

The nerd however simply shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t think so, Remus. I can… I can handle you…”

“You couldn’t today, could you?” Remus accidentally blurted out before immediately covering his mouth. “Oh my god I didn’t mean that-”

“It’s fine, Remus.” Logan stated, rubbing his eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t handle you today. But I really do have to finish working on this-”

“I’ll stay with you if you go to bed!” The duke once again blurted out. “Cuz I don’t think you’d wanna stay alone with Orange so close by, y’know? I can stay and like, fend him off!”

Logic blinked at the proposition and squinted. “...you… want to stay with me? Why are you so adamant about me getting proper sleep?”

“Well one, cuz it’s already 10:30 at night, and two, cuz… you know, I don’t wanna end up actually hurting you!”

That further surprised Logan. “You don’t want to end up hurting me? I was under the impression that that’s something you enjoyed.”

“Well…” Remus was hesitant to explain - that tipped Logan into the fact that it was probably something more than that.

“What’s really going on Remus?” The stern side crossed his arms and stared at the Creativity.

“...okay, I don’t wanna be alone tonight!” The duke stomped his foot and crossed his arms, looking away. “My nightmares have been getting worse and Janus is hanging out with Roman and Patton today and Virgil hates my guts so I figured I’d at least try to hang out with the one side that for some reason still tolerates my dumb ass!” He sounded a little hurt, and added, “Or, one that wouldn’t immediately kick me out or hit me with a broom at the mere sight of me.”

Logan blinked. “Nightmares? You suffer from nightmares?”

Remus sighed and tugged on his sash. “Yeah, they suck ass - not in a fun way - but it’s part of the job description, y’know?”

“I don’t. But… does this mean you also suffer from intrusive thoughts?”

“...yeah… They’re kinda the reason I came in here in the first place...”

The logical side sighed. “Remus, you could have told me sooner you just needed company. I’m not the best at keeping up conversation but I could have at least put on a movie for you to refocus on something other than your intrusive thoughts.”

The duke blinked. “You… you’re not gonna just kick me out?”

“Why would I? You’re in need of assistance and I’m going to provide it for you.” Logan got up and rummaged through his DVD stack. “What would you like to watch?”

Remus stretched and looked over. “Whatever ya want, Sub-astute but Super Cute Teacher.”

Both sides flushed red when they realized what Remus had said.

“...interesting nickname, Remus.” Logan gulped, looking down.

“Yeah, uh…” The duke laughed weakly. “Well, I guess that cat’s out of the plastic bag it was choking in, huh?”

“What, that you think I’m cute?” The teacher looked over at the moustached Creativity. “You already called me sexy.”

“Well yeah, but that felt less… sappy, than calling you cute. And anyways, I meant that I was into you. Ooh, do you have Coraline?”

Logan stopped. “...repeat that, please?”

“The Coraline thing?-”

“The thing before the Coraline request.”

“Oh yeah, I like you.” Remus was right to the point, like always. “When I saw you take the shuriken to the face and just keep on moving right along… God, that was an image!” The duke gripped his thigh and shook his head, stopping himself from reaching down his pants.

“And you’re telling me this now… why?” The teacher was still reeling from the initial confession.

“We don’t get to talk one-on-one a lot! Plus, I don’t really like talking about cutesy emotions - that’s Roman’s department, y’know?��

Logan nodded slowly.

“Anyways, I changed my mind on the movie, can you put on Monster House?”

The spectacled side nodded and got the CD for Monster House, putting it in the DVD player and sitting next to the green-sashed side. He should have figured Remus wouldn’t be the type to linger on his feelings, and he was grateful for that at least. He couldn’t handle talking about feelings for long periods, especially not his own, but to have one of the most passionate sides just drop the fact that they liked him and immediately move on from that fact? It was odd. He almost couldn’t believe it.

Remus meanwhile was laying on the bed and watching the movie intently, smiling brightly at the screen before realizing that Logan had gotten into bed next to him. He turned over a little and growled “seductively” at the teacher, who laughed softly at the dark creativity. The sound caused butterflies to erupt in the duke’s stomach, flustering him a little. He smiled back at the logical side before returning his attention to the movie.

Logan meanwhile admired Remus, watching as he talked excitedly about the movie. He found it strangely endearing, how excitable Remus got when he was able to talk about things he found interesting. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he found himself falling asleep soon after the thought passed through his head. The astronerd yawned and passed out, sleeping peacefully next to the intrusive side.

The duke didn’t notice until he felt warm arms wrap around him. It startled the hell out of him, but he relaxed after he realized it was simply the sleeping teacher clinging to him. He carefully took Logan’s glasses off and turned off the TV before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

**The next morning**

Logan woke up first the following morning, still a little tired but feeling much better than he did the previous night. Vision blurry, the blind scholar felt around his nightstand for his glasses before realizing he was curled up into another person. He quickly got his specs on and saw the sleeping form of Remus below him, remembering that Remus had asked to stay with him the night before.

He looked at the sleeping creativity, who looked much more peaceful (and admittedly much cuter) asleep than he ever did awake. Still feeling somewhat tired, the Sherlock kinnie looked away and closed his eyes, feeling his face start to burn. When did he start thinking of Remus as “cute”?

Logan didn’t have too much time to dwell on it as he heard Remus start to stir. “Ugh… morning starshine…”

The teacher jumped and sighed. “Oh, good morning Remus. Did you sleep well?”

“Like an asphyxiated baby… you?” Remus groaned and stretched, waking up a bit more.

“I slept well too.” Logan fidgeted with his hands. The dark creativity, sensing the spectacled nerd’s unease, sat up and went to get off the bed. He was somewhat shocked to feel Logan tug on his sleeve. “Stay. I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night.”

“Oh… that.” Remus sighed and sat back on the bed. “What about it?”

“I… I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I think I reciprocate your feelings?”

Remus’s expression changed from slight concern to a poorly hidden malicious grin. “Oh? You’re into me?”

“I… think I am.” Logan nodded slightly.

The duke was silent for a moment before bursting into a grating cackle. “Oh- oh my god! Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me nerd!”

The scholarly side tensed up and blinked. “Excuse me?-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What kind of goddamn loser are you, to think I - or anyone really - would like you?! Especially after the bullshit you pulled yesterday, like Jesus Christ you’re pathetic!”

Logan’s heart sank as he heard Remus say this. “So you were, what, mocking me?!”

“No shit, Sherlock!” The intrusive side cackled once again before morphing into a huge octopus-human hybrid monster and grabbing the teacher. “You’re so fucking stupid! What on Earth made you think someone like me would like someone like you?! You’re lucky any of the others even talk to you anymore!”

Logan panicked as the tentacles pulled him up to Remus’s razor sharp teeth, about to chomp down on his head, when-

“Lo! Logan, wake up!” The logical side heard Remus’s voice coming from somewhere it should not have been, and Logan woke up with a start. Remus frowned as the teacher practically flung himself away from him.

“Get away from me!” Logan’s voice sounded frantic and panicked, like a cornered animal.

“Woah, woah!” The creativity held his hands up in surrender. “Teach, it’s me!”

The teacher took a few deep breaths and grounded himself, looking around. “...right, right… Apologies, Remus…”

“No problem, Nerdy Wolverine. Now, care to tell me what happened?”

Logan sighed and moved over to Remus, explaining to him his nightmare, tentatively telling the nightmare inducing side that he’d tried professing his mutual love to the other before getting horrendously mocked and belittled.

“Sounds a lot like my Nightmare Nico scenario. Has this happened before?” Remus had managed to ignore his thundering heartbeat and the cheering going on in his head - Logan likes me back!! He could focus on that later. Right now, Logan needed his help.

“No. I don’t normally dream, period, so to get a nightmare is extremely unprecedented.”

“Huh… so, I’m the reason you had the nightmare?”

“That would be the logical conclusion, though I had assumed that your effects would be… muffled, in my room?”

“Maybe it’s a mix of psychological and my effect on you guys? Like you were stressed or anxious about last night so my ability to give people nightmares got amplified?”

Logan nodded. “Interesting hypothesis, and it’s… definitely possible. I apologize for yelling at you earlier.”

Remus shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”

The nerd nodded and the two were silent for a moment before Remus sighed and asked what they were both thinking. “So. I like you, and you… apparently like me back? What does that make us?”

Logan hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. What would you like us to be?”

The duke grinned. “How about boyfriends?”

The scholar smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

Remus beamed brighter and moved a bit before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”

Once again mildly surprised by the other’s bluntness, Logan nodded and scooted closer to the dark creativity. Remus quickly pulled the former into a kiss.

Logan was the first to pull away, flushed red and smiling to himself. “I think I could get used to this.”

Remus grinned and took the scholar’s hand. “Me too, Lo. Me too.”

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rocks and riches (pt 1)

zuko x reader

Pt 2 / Pt 3 / Pt 4 / Pt 5

words: 4k

warnings: I curse. I believe Toph has the right to say fuck

summary: you are a student at the Beifong Metalbending Academy and while you admire Toph, she lowkey scares you. But that’s ok because her friends are hot and why on earth did she never mention she was friends with the actual goddamn firelord?!

a/n: I feel like this is going to end up being friends to lovers. I'm like 80% sure about that. anyways here’s my self-indulging clusterfuck I hope its enjoyable to read cause I honestly had fun writing it! idk when pt 2 is gonna come out but it'll happen eventually. I tried to make this gender neutral but honestly I can’t tell if it worked so if I fucked something up somewhere just let me know lol. enjoy!

You met Toph Beifong for the first time after having an identity crisis.

It was hot as balls that day and you were being forced to sit in a circle with the rest of the members of a club your mom had made you join. She was under the impression that you didn’t have enough friends and though, you admit, the number wasn’t big, you were perfectly fine with it remaining that way. Nonetheless, to shut her up, you attended the meeting for Rock Candy Club.

It was honestly going fine until the president (who was unironically dressed as King Bumi of Omashu) suggested that all new members introduce themselves, giving their names, along with three facts about who they were. This was when your heart immediately went into cardiac arrest.

Palms sweating, heart pounding, you were scrambling to think of three facts for you to say since everything you knew about your identity had chosen to vacate your mind at that moment when a sharp pain struck you in the back of the head.

Confused, you’d twisted your body to investigate, only to find a small girl squaring up at your circle. She then proceeded to walk straight towards you, whip out her arm to point uncomfortably close to your face, announce to the whole group, “I’m borrowing her,” and then walk away with more confidence than you had ever witnessed in your entire life.

Of course, you had no clue what had just happened, but you didn’t want to introduce yourself to the Rock Candy Club either, so you got up and followed her.

When you’d both reached a good distance away from the circle, she turned on her heel and stared at you. Or rather at your chin. You didn’t really know what to do--this was probably the weirdest encounter you’d ever had with another human. You looked around awkwardly, trying to think of something to break the silence, and briefly noticed a band of metallic rock wrapped around her bicep. However, before you could muster the courage to ask about it, she beat you to the punch. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” you replied, warily.

“Hm,” her brows furrowed a bit. “Ever heard of metalbending?”

You got the shit kicked out of you multiple times during your first week at the Beifong Metalbending Academy, which taught you pretty quickly to pick up your own slack. Whenever you weren’t in class with Toph yelling at all of you to fix your stances, you were practicing, and whenever you weren’t practicing, you were in class trying not to get yelled at. You worked your ass off, driven by the sheer fear of getting it handed to you in front of the entire class, and soon, you noticed that you’d actually surpassed everyone by just the tiniest bit. A minor accident, but not one you couldn’t profit from.

But, due to all your practicing, this meant you had exactly one friend. You were more acquaintances with them, really, but it was at least someone to share judgmental looks with whenever someone did something particularly stupid.

Several months into your metalbending training, one of these moments occurred.

Riku was one of Toph’s protegees that for some reason or another seemed to find you attractive. Under any other circumstances, you would have been flattered, but Riku was a douchebag and had been bugging you for about as long as you had been at the Academy. Normally, you’d just kept your responses to his flirting attempts short and as un-conversational as possible, trying to show through your lack of engagement with him that you weren’t interested, but since you barely spoke to anyone in the Academy, it just came off as you talking to him like anybody else. Your introverted-ness had really come to bite you in the rear.

Riku was slowly getting more annoying with every day, until one, when you finally decided you’d had enough.

Toph had been gone for the day, saying she had business to attend to and for us “lily livers” to keep up with our forms and get some repetitions in. She said she would be back in the afternoon, and said the only rule she would put in place while she was gone was to “not screw anything up.”

On this day, Riku tried again, and instead of your normal clipped response, you told him “Riku, I’m sorry, but I’m not really interested in you in that way.” You wanted to be polite about it and not make a scene.

Riku took offense. “What do you mean? You don’t like me?”

“Sorry, not in that way, no.”

He took even more offense to that. He scoffed and said with the utmost confidence, “You sure you don’t want to think about it? You should be lucky I’m even trying to ask you out. You’re not exactly the nicest-looking person here.”

You tilted your head and stared at him. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah. Try smiling more. Maybe you’d look prettier.”

You stared at him longer, eyes narrowed, both trying to intimidate him and figure out your next course of action. It didn’t take long before you decided you didn’t care about making a scene anymore.

You stood up, walked over to a bin of metal coins used for practice and melded a handful together, then walked back to Riku and slapped it over his mouth, shaping it into a smile. “Like that?” you said.

The entire room went silent. Riku rapidly breathed through his nose, his voice reduced to muffled groans, trying to comprehend what had happened. He reached his hands up and tried to rip the metal mouth off, but you just clenched your fist and kept it there. After multiple failed attempts to remove it, Riku huffed and glared at you. Before you knew it, a chunk of rock was flying at your chest, and you knew right then and there, that it was your sole duty on behalf of everyone at the Academy to beat him the fuck up.

Narrowly dodging the earth, you slid your foot back and bent the chest of coins to you, where you stuck your hands in, bringing them out with a shield of metal wrapped around them in time to land a punch to Riku’s chest.

The air was audibly knocked out of him as he slid across the room. You shirked the metal gloves and moved to bend a spear to wrap around him, but he got to it faster, hastily ripping the metal smile off his face and knocking off the sharp end of the spear, sending it flying towards you.

The rest of the Academy was yelling and cheering for their favored fighter all while trying to dodge wayward rock and metal. You tried to ignore the jeering and took control of the spear, flinging it away and sending it flying through one of the front windows.

Returning your attention to Riku, you were greeted with a wall of rock hurtling towards you. With not much time to think, you held out your arms and took a stance, breaking clean through the barrier, and without thinking, quickly moved into a secondary pose that sucked Riku’s legs into the floor and out of his own stance, completely caught off guard enough for you to clamp two slabs of rock on either side of him, preventing him from bending any further.

You panted slightly, satisfied as Riku struggled and failed to worm his way out of your trap. Some of your peers cheered, some tried to help Riku, but everyone froze when they heard the growl.

The low growl of a beast that no one had any clue about until one of the more seasoned students, Penga, put it together. “Bison!” she exclaimed. Then, with a little more emphasis when no one understood, ”Sifu Toph!”

Realization dawned on everyone’s faces what that meant and you realized you were all screwed. You released Riku from his imprisonment and hurriedly began repairing the floor. Everyone flew about; accessories were quickly righted and fixed to the best of their ability, as everyone scrambled to cover the evidence of the fight that had just occurred.

The earth rumbled as the sky bison landed and the Beifong Metalbending Academy rushed out the doors and down the stairs built into the hill to line up for Toph.

You were the last one out the door and the last one in line as one by one, a group of teenagers hopped off the bison, amongst them, Toph.

Your heart was beating unbearably fast, as was everyone else’s, you suspected, but no amount of panic could’ve ever kept you from noticing him.

With shaggy black hair and an angry scar covering his left eye, he wore the red and black colors of the Fire Nation and a neutral bordering-on-impressed look on his face.

It almost wasn’t fair how good-looking he was, but your time to ogle him was cut short as Toph had taken notice of the Academy’s line up.

“What’s going on,” she deadpanned.

A beat of silence punctuated her statement before someone piped up, “What do you mean?”

“You guys have never lined up to greet me. Ever.” She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Her friends behind her glanced awkwardly at all of you, trying to assess the situation. “So what’s going on.”

“We missed you!” Someone said with a little too much gusto. You kept your stare pointedly at the ground until a glint in a nearby bush caught your eyes.

The blunted spear from the fight.

You pursed your lips in panic and a string of curse words floated around in your brain on a loop. Chancing a glance at Toph, you saw she was still occupied with the rest of the Academy.

“Yeah, so let me ask again. What. Are you lily-livers. Hiding.”

You took a shaky breath and began to move your hand, beginning your attempt to shove the spear further into the bush. Before you could even start to move the spear though, you felt eyes trained on you.

Fearing the all-knowing, yet blind, stare of your metalbending teacher, you tensed slightly and glanced back at Toph, only to find her still trying to wrestle information out of some of her weaker-willed students.

“Nothing! Everything was great!”

“... Okay, on top of that comment being suspicious as fuck, all of your hearts are beating faster than an eel hound moves on a good day, so someone better spill, and they better spill fast!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, having fully expected to find her staring you down. Relaxing a little bit, your eyes trailed over to your preferred spot of dirt, meaning to skim quickly past the Fire Nation boy, only to find his eyes already on you. He looked away as soon as you met his gaze, but if his slow reaction hadn’t already given him up, the slight blush creeping to his cheeks would have done the trick.

As if you weren’t already confused enough, that interaction made your mind do a double-take. You were just about to turn your attention back to the spear when Toph’s brash voice interrupted your focus. “Sparky! Why is your heart beating so fast? We’ve been flying all day!”

The blush on the Fire Nation boy’s face grew as he stammered, caught off guard. “Uhhmm--”

“Hold on! What is that?” Toph cut him off, apparently not caring about the answer after all, snapping out her arm and summoning the spear right into her hand.

Fuck, was the only word circulating through your head as she gripped the useless weapon. The entire field was silent. Toph slowly turned to the Academy.

“Penga...” she started.

“(Y/N)andRikugotinafight!” Penga blurted.

“A-HA! I knew you lily-livers were hiding something!” Toph paused. “Wait. (Y/N) and Riku?”

“Yes!” Penga squeaked.

Toph turned her body in your direction and all eyes fell on you.

This was your worst nightmare.

You swallowed and looked anywhere but at the people currently staring you down.

Then Toph asked, “Who won?”

Your head whipped to her, and you blinked. You thought back to Riku sunk in the ground thigh-deep, rock encasing him on either side and glanced at him standing at the other end of the line.

He looked back at you, then at Toph, and opened his mouth to probably say something idiotic like the last time he spoke before someone else beat him to it with a nervous, “(Y/N)!”

Toph raised an eyebrow. “Really?” A smirk crept onto her face. “Hm. Interesting. Alright, everyone, you’re dismissed! Go finish fixing whatever you screwed up. And fix it good! I want to see some quality bending.”

You let out a breath and began towards the stairs with everyone else until Toph spoke again. “Not you, (Y/N).”

So close. You took a deep breath and turned back around, reluctantly walking towards the group.

You reached them and bowed to Toph, trying to cover up any lingering embarrassment. “Yes, Sifu?” you asked.

She waved a hand dismissively. “I want to introduce you to my friends. This is Twinkle Toes, Sweetness, Snoozles, and Sparky.”

“But you can call us Aang, Katara, Sokka, and...” The boy with the airbender tattoos who called himself Aang gestured amongst them and paused at the Fire Nation boy for a moment. “... Fire…?” his voice wavered.

“--Zuko.” The Fire Nation boy answered quickly. “Zuko’s fine.”

You raised an eyebrow. You were about ninety-nine percent sure that you’d heard the Fire Lord’s name was Zuko somewhere, but you remembered his cute blush earlier and kind of wanted to mess with him a little. “Your name is Fire Zuko?”

His face went red. It seemed to do that a lot. “No. Just Zuko,” he grumbled.

You smiled a little at his painfully clear attempt at brooding and heard snickering come from Toph and most obviously from Sokka.

“I think we’re gonna be gooooood friends!” Sokka drawled, eliciting a small groan from Zuko. “So tell me, (Y/N),” Sokka continued, ignoring his friend’s malcontent, “Ever tried to make a boomerang with metalbending?”

Toph’s friends had stayed for a little bit that afternoon for a tour of the Academy while everyone else went back to training. Sokka spent a good chunk of your walk back to the school talking your ear off about possible metalbending techniques--not that you minded. Some of them were actually pretty interesting (and you may or may not have attempted some of them later that night).

You saw glimpses of Zuko every now and then while you trained as Toph led them through various rooms of the building. You never caught him looking at you again, but then again, you were trying your best to keep from getting distracted from training. And Zuko was a very good distraction.

You still hadn’t figured out why Toph introduced you to them, though.

The next day was much less eventful, fortunately. Toph seemed to be in a slightly better mood with her friends around, so there was about two percent less yelling directed at the Academy.

You went about your business, and when the lunch break came around, you stepped outside to find a rock to sit on in peace.

The peace didn’t last very long.

You were sprawled out on the rock staring at the clouds with no thoughts, your head absolutely empty, when a twig snapped off to your left just below your rock. Without hesitation, you slammed your hand down on the boulder, shooting a small chunk towards the sound. An outraged “Ow!” told you you’d hit your mark, but it was the voice in particular that had you sitting upright in a heartbeat.

You stared wide-eyed at Zuko as he held a spot on his head and glared up at you questioningly. “What was that for?” he rasped.

You slapped your hands over your mouth and blurted out, “I’m so sorry!” You moved to face him up on your rock, dangling your legs over an edge. “I didn’t know it was you! I thought you were Riku or something!”

“I didn’t even know you were up there!”

“I said I was sorry!” you defended.

His response was merely a grumbling of words you couldn’t understand from where you were. You chewed the inside of your cheek and tried to think of a decent way to start the conversation over. “Well,” you began, looking anywhere but directly at him, “I know why I’m out here, but… what are you doing out here? Aren’t all your friends inside?”

Zuko sighed and dropped his hand from his head. “They are. I decided I wanted to take a walk and see the rest of the grounds by myself.”

“That sounds lonely.”

“I’m a lonely person.”

You snorted. Of course, in addition to being ridiculously attractive and probably the Fire Lord, his sense of humor was also perfect.

He smiled slightly as you laughed, then began laughing a little himself. Your heart started to beat just a little faster.

The quiet settled in again, both of you not having any clue where to go from there. Zuko broke the silence. “So,” he brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck, “I hear you, uh, fight... good.” He looked up at you, probably hoping that you wouldn’t call him out on his awkwardness.

You laughed again. “Yeah, I guess.”

He smiled and quirked his eyebrow. “You ever fought a firebender?”

You grinned and answered, “No, I have not.”

“Want to spar, then?”

Zuko kicked your ass multiple times. You weren’t kidding when you said you’d never fought a firebender before, and it showed.

He tried not to laugh at you, he really did, but you could tell it was an effort for him not to. Every time you caught him holding back a smile, you were torn between smiling back and punching it off his face, so you compromised and simply leveled him with a glare that promised the pain of a thousand shirshu tongue-lashes.

But, frustrated as he may have made you, the more you practiced with him, the more you picked up on his fighting style and patterns of attack.

Things really got interesting in your last match. Your back hurt and you were sweating buckets both from the physical exertion and the numerous close-calls you’d had with Zuko’s fire, but you were determined this round.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and focused your chi. After a brief moment, you opened your eyes and slid into a beginning stance.

Zuko met your stare with equal intensity. You swallowed discreetly and waited patiently for him to make the first attack.

After a few moments, Zuko swiftly launched into a kick that hurled a stream of flame at you, but this time, instead of attempting to dodge or attack back, you encircled yourself with giant slabs of rock, caging you in, but keeping him out.

Another deep breath later, as Zuko unleashed punch after punch against your barrier, you began tunneling yourself underground.

You moved through the earth warily. You hadn’t even begun to master seeing with your earthbending the way Toph did, meaning you had absolutely no idea where Zuko was above ground.

You tunneled about as far as you figured he was standing away from you, assuming he was either still standing there, or had moved closer to get a better attack on your rock tower since you had yet to earthbend any attacks from it.

You came to a stop. Shifting your feet, you quickly ripped a hole open above you and launched yourself up.

It had worked. Zuko was more than confused when you erupted up behind him, but not as confused as you thought he would be. You landed closer behind him than you’d wanted to, which threw you off a little bit.

As he registered where you were, he twisted around, so you moved to sweep his foot out from under him. He anticipated this and moved accordingly, but with the wrong foot, and fell backward as you knocked his balance from him. Zuko, however, managed to catch your wrist in the small moment of triumph your brain experienced, and you both landed on the ground in a sweaty heap.

Both of you lay there, recovering from having the wind knocked out of you before you realized what position you were in.

You met each other’s eyes and you knew he realized it too.

So you immediately went to put him in an arm lock. And he immediately tried to flip you over.

Things quickly got out of hand, and soon, what was supposed to be a sparring-match-turned-wrestling-match wasn’t even real wrestling anymore. You both slapped each other’s hands away and squirmed for control over the other--you even licked his arm at one point when he tried to wrap it around your neck in a chokehold. You figured you’d already lost most of your dignity in the previous matches, so you had absolutely no shame in trying whatever childish tactics you needed to get the upper hand again.

Zuko was not amused. “Wha--did you just lick my arm?! Wh--”

“Uh, guys?”

Zuko and you halted your attacks and snapped your heads in the direction of the voice.

Aang stood to the side with his eyebrows raised and the beginnings of a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes darted between the two of you, like he was waiting for something to happen. It then occurred to you that he was probably waiting for one of you to move away from the other.

You burst into action and scrambled away from Zuko and to your feet, already feeling your face heat up. Zuko had apparently come to the same conclusion as you, because by the time you were up, he was too, a blush once again painting his cheeks.

Aang still looked between the two of you, his smile inching bigger with each passing second that he stared. His eyes lingered on you before he looked to Zuko and said, “Everyone was planning to go to the market to get stuff for dinner later tonight. So I was sent to find you.” He looked back at you. “Toph is also looking for you since class started up again, but I guess I can tell her she can stop looking.”

“Cool. Thank you.”

“Market sounds good.”

Neither of you met Aang’s eyes for more than half a second.

Aang’s grin faded into a close-lipped smile that radiated smugness. He nodded once and turned around to walk back the way he came.

Silence ensued, but you broke it, knowing you had to get back to training soon. “Sorry I licked your arm.” You half turned to look at him.

A snort escaped him, which you didn’t expect, but was happy to hear, nonetheless. ”Sorry I tried to put you in a chokehold,” he replied.

“You’re not forgiven.”

He reeled his head back in offense and stood up straighter, but relaxed when he noticed the smile twitching at the corners of your mouth.

He huffed a breath through his nose and started smiling too. “You are the weirdest earthbender I’ve ever met. And I know Toph.”

Your smile turned into a grin as you retorted, “Well you clearly need to know more than just Toph because I can tell you for a fact there are weirder earthbenders out there than me. Plus Toph’s not weird, she’s just buff and fourteen with an insane--but rightly earned--ego boost.”

Zuko snickered with a grin plastered on his face. “I almost hate how accurate that is.”

You decided that his smile was probably your favorite thing on the planet, right alongside baby turtleducks.

His laughter faded, but the smile stayed as he said, “We should probably get back to the Academy.”

He started walking in the direction Aang went and you easily fell into step with him. Neither of you said anything the entire walk to the Academy, but you knew you had just made a lifelong friend. And that didn’t need any words at that moment.

#zuko x reader #prince zuko x reader #zuko #avatar #atla #zuko x you #zuko imagine #zuko fanfic #fire lord zuko #firelord zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #prince zuko x you #fire lord zuko x reader #atla x reader #atla imagines #snail.writes

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iovnyu · 4 years

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aeipathy -- park sunghoon

PART ONE | PART TWO

genre: ice skater! au, school boy sunghoon, fluff

warnings: cursing, tba

summary: as y/n is trying to juggle being a C student and working at a ice rink, she meets sunghoon - a figure skater with straight A’s who needs to prove his passion to his parents. they just so happened to be in each other’s lives at the right time.

a/n: hi !! this is my first one shot (?) i guess,,, so please be easy on me lol. im going to be making these in parts but i don’t know how long i want it so ig we will see!! but if u didn’t notice i am now taking requests for headcanons or oneshots so please look over the request guide here before requesting things!! also please let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for this series !!

all that was heard was the crisp ice being broke in. y/n sat behind the check-in desk, on her phone playing a food game. she knew that she didn’t have to be aware of the boy on the ice since he came almost everyday to skate.

although y/n did not know his name, she knew that he had always came at 4:45 -- right after school. he would have his duffel bag hanging off his right shoulder with his skates in his left hand, a tired smile on his face. it was always a mutual relationship, he would smile at y/n and she would smile back.

it did bug her at times that she didn’t know his name. in her mind she called him the ice prince -- partly because he looks like a literal prince and he seemed like a pro when he stepped foot into the ice rink.

it was nearing 7 and y/n was slowly getting bored of losing her game. she had been stuck on one certain level for the longest time and could not find a way to a customer happy.

y/n felt a sudden spark of confidence to ask the ice prince his name as he held onto the outskirts of the rink, catching his breath. getting up, she tried her best to flatten the wrinkles on her uniform that was caused by sitting in the same position for her whole shift.

the sudden movement of y/n’s chair scooting back alarmed him. it was clear that he has never seen her move from her spot at the desk unless it was to close the rink. quickly, he skated off the rink and hopped onto the carpeted floor.

looking up, he saw y/n walk closer to him and felt his heart beat faster. it definitely wasn’t because he thought she was pretty or anything -- he was just nervous because she looked like she was going to kick him out. y/n saw his fast movements and quicken her pace.

“i-uhm, i never got your name?” y/n blurted out as she reached him, out of breath. at times like this, she figures out why she can’t run for shit -- if she can’t even walk at a fast pace then how in the hell can she run?

looking up, he silently let out a sigh of relief. so she wasn’t trying to kick me out.

“sunghoon. my name is sunghoon.”

what the fuck. y/n was stunned to say the least. he had a pretty face and a pretty name?? that is a literal gift from the gods. meanwhile she is there with a boring name. y/n. out of all the names her parents could have picked, they picked y/n.

knocking back into reality, y/n saw sunghoon looking at her. “oh, i’m sorry. what did you say?” she said, embarrassed because he basically caught her in the act of admiring him.

“uhm. wh-what’s your name?” sunghoon asked, tilting his head in a puppy like manor.

ohmygodgodgodoohhhhh

“y/n. it’s-it’s on my shirt” y/n looked down and moved her hair out of the way. “see!”

sunghoon nodded. he had already knew her name but he didn’t want to sound like a creep and scare her. he had been here for a long time so, it was natural for him to memorize the employees’ names.

y/n’s had stuck with him the most. to him, it sounded unique. it rolled off the tongue in a perfect way -- almost like it was honey.

smiling, sunghoon pointed to the rink. “so do you come here often?”

shit shit shit of course she comes here often dumbshit-- SHE WORKS HERE

“oh! i-i mean uhm...” sunghoon said embarrassed. “you know what? i’ll see you tomorrow. sorry.” he said while quickly grabbing his bag and zoomed to the doors.

“okay!! have a nice night!” y/n yelled to him.

looking down, she noticed he had left something behind. bending down, she picked up a heavy book that looked like it weighed like the declaration of independence.

flipping it over and examining it, she discovered that it was a math book with messy writing over the front cover. “park sunghoon’s math book” the pages were scattered with random doodles and formulas that looked too long to remember.

y/n looked back up to see if sunghoon was standing outside but she was met with the sun slowly setting. oh shit i need to get home

she ran to the changing room and quickly took off her uniform and changed into the clothes she came in with. making sure everything was in her bag, she took a quick glance around the rink and behind the desk.

well it looks ... okay

grabbing her bag, y/n looked to sunghoon’s math book. if i have time before school tomorrow, i’ll give it to him.... he probably needs it, it is exam season anyways.

she grabbed his math book and ran to the door, locking it so no annoying teenagers break in and play in the rink. it has happened before and y/n’s boss gave her a earful the next day, she was not willing to hear him yelling at her again.

y/n sped walked to her tiny honda car that she had named roxy. roxy has been there for y/n through almost all of her high school life. y/n believed that roxy was on her last straw when she broke down a few months ago, but she had managed to still work properly. i mean, she still drove properly. it is the thought that counts right?

arriving at her house she saw her mom’s car already parked in the driveway. shit i am so dead

getting out of her car, she silently prayed that her mother had just gotten home. she walked towards the door and opened the door, “hello, my beautiful mother. how has thee day been for thee highness?”

“it’s okay, y/n. im not gonna kill you because you came home late from work.” y/n’s mom said, laughing.

walking into the kitchen, y/n saw her packing food for the morning. “how was work?” y/n asked, grabbing chips from the snack cabinet.

“it was okay. nothing really happened. how was the ice rink?”

“ehh, nothing special.” y/n shrugged. “i’m gonna go do homework now, please pray for me.”

“will do, honey.” her mother laughed.

bringing her stuff to her room, she laid the math book on her desk. assuming that sunghoon probably lived somewhere near by, she began to rack her brain for any schools near by that uses the same math book. the math book looked like it was for sophisticated students. he definitely does not go to a public school

he does wear uniform when he comes in .... fuck

there was only two private schools in y/n’s neighborhood. she decided she is going to chance it and try to wake up early tomorrow to attempt finding sunghoon. why the hell am i trying so hard to give him his book....

“it’s just a damn book. it’s not like he needs it tomorrow right? wait -- he might have a math test tomorrow.... shit.” y/n said eyeing the book.

it can’t hurt to give it to him... right?

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eunchancorner · 2 years

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Eun’s Background

Lol I saw Ava and Tomlee do this so you know I had to. This one is based on real aspects of my life and I kinda used Ava’s tickle town so it would make more sense. Also, I would have ended up there long after Ava sooo yea

TW: Mentions of death, depression and anxiety, cussing, some angst which slowly leads to fluff.

Words: 1088

Eun had never been much more than a quiet kid. She kept mostly to herself, she lived with her family in a small house, where they bred dogs to help pay for bills and food, and she was considerably less loud than her younger brother and sister. But inside she had always been stirring with uncertain thoughts.

I should go talk to Ashle, I haven’t seen her in a while. Wait, what if I annoy her? I better let her come to me.

Maybe I should go talk to Matthew. He might forgive me for what happened… No, no, he probably hates me… if he wants to talk to me he’ll do it.

Hmm, Arrow’s online. Maybe we can get a good convo going? Wait, what if she’s busy? I don’t wanna bug her, I’ll let her talk first

The cycle was endless, it was always like this. She was always scared to talk to people, so she’d just secretly hope they’d talk to him. And most times, they never did. So, she’d go on with her day, quietly wondering if they ever wanted to at all.

It created a pretty big problem for her. She was a social girl. An anxious social girl, but a social girl nonetheless. She liked talking to people, and she especially liked any time she would get a hug from someone she hadn’t seen in a long time. Physical affection was kinda her thing.

She was never sure what had gotten her so into tickling. It started as a hatred, that slowly turned to fascination, which became a love. Almost a longing. Lee moods were short but strong, and she often just waited them out. And she never talked about it, scared it would be seen as something dirty or childish, or that someone might abuse the information.

It wasn’t until one day when she actually ever wanted to leave. And she was sure she had caused it.

“WHAT DOES SHE HAVE TO BE DEPRESSED ABOUT?! SHE’S GOT A ROOF OVER HER HEAD, FOOD IN HER STOMACH AND CLOTHES ON HER BACK! SHE SHOULD BE F*CKING GRATEFUL!”

“THAT’S NOT HOW IT F*CKING WORKS! IF YOU’D CARE ENOUGH TO LISTEN YOU’D KNOW BY NOW, *SSH*LE!”

Her mother and stepdad (she never knew her birth dad, and her sister’s had died when she was small, so their mom was always looking for someone to replace them) were arguing again. Usually they’d argue about something trivial that she cared not to dip into, like politics, but this time she knew that she had caused this.

She had just gotten home from visiting a friend, and on the way back her mother had warned her that Chris had gotten mad because he didn’t want her visiting anyone until she brought her grades up, and her mom had gone on the defensive, telling him that her grades weren’t improving until her mental state was, and that visiting a friend was going to help her with the depression she had apparently got from said mom.

Eun hated it. She was sitting in her room, listening to the two, knowing she had done this and hated it.

If I had never been born they could be happy. I never would have done this, I never would have upset him, I never would have hurt them.

She ran a hand through her blonde locks, silently cursing herself until she decided. She was going to sneak out tonight. All she had to do was wait.

A few hours after the door slammed shut, she checked her chromebook for the time.

12:13

With a grunt she stood and grabbed her belongings; her chromebook and charger, some carefully selected foods, some money, a few sets of clothes and two hoodies. She slipped on her boots and walked over to her small black cat.

“I’m sorry, Skittle, but Mommy has to go… tell Jay he was a good kitty… and don’t worry, you were too. Mommy’s just… tired of causing problems. Don’t worry, Joann will take care of you… maybe one day I’ll come back for you..”

Skittle let out a confused ‘mrrr?’ and nuzzled Eun’s hand. Eun smiled slightly and stood, slowly walking out of her and her sister’s shared room, quietly making her way to the door, stopping when she was confronted by their oldest dog, Echo.

“Aww… hey there, old man… listen, I’m gonna need you to tell the other dogs that they have one less human, ok? Can you do that, Ekky?” she asked, smiling a little wider as the old red fawn dog tapped his paws excitedly upon hearing his nickname.

“Good boy…” she said as she slowly stepped out the door. “Bye everyone..” she said, before finally shutting it behind her.

It took a long time to finally free herself from the suburban area she lived in, but sighed in relief as she came across a huge open field she had never seen before. She kept walking, looking around for anyone or anything that caught her eye. Until she saw… someone. Someone with short-cut blue hair, walking a ways away from her.

Imbued with a new curiosity, she followed the stranger at a distance, until she saw something in the distance that they were going towards. It was a small group of people, all heading in the same direction. There was a tan redhead with spiky hair, a short, sweet looking girl with white, flowy hair, a middle-sized greenette with fluffy hair and starry freckles, and a tall woman with black hair and someone with short black and white hair.

Eun felt an odd type of… respect towards them. She admired them in a sense, liking to think they knew exactly what to do or where to go. It was kind of comforting in a sense, to admire them from afar, even if she was too nervous to interact with them. She almost… looked up to them.

Eventually they all came up on a town, and Eun was in shock. There were so many people that she had never seen before here, it honestly made her nervous, so she was glad that there were so many other things for them to focus on. She looked around, quietly wondering what to do now.

Well, I guess I can find somewhere to live here. It doesn’t seem too bad.

She would later come to find out she had found a whole community based around tickling, and would slowly find her place as one of many fic writers here.

#eun writes #Eun's Background #Eun's backstory #Inspired by Tomlee and Ava

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lovely-angst · 4 years

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a letter addressed for you

9.20.20

**im not entirely sure how long the battle against muzan is, so don’t come at me**

this story is such a mess, i dont even know anymore lol

Your trembling hands clutch tightly onto the dress of your yukata as you tried not to let the tears fall from your eyes. You were not going to let the last sight that Giyuu has of you be a memory of you in tears—you forbid it.

Giyuu had just informed you that he was sending you to a neighboring town, a safer town. The long awaited battle with Muzan was slowly stirring and was about to get worse, he wanted you to stay safe.

“Don’t cry, (Name),” he says gently, but you shake your head angrily. “I’m not crying!” you shout back, teeth clenched.

You weren’t going to cry, you were stronger than that.

It hurt Giyuu to see you in such a state. As much as he wanted you near and by his side and as much as you wanted to argue back and stay, you both knew it was the best decision for you to leave.

A sniffle escaped your lips and Giyuu could feel his heart ripping into two, stepping forward he wrapped your body in his, holding you for the last time. “I can’t promise I’ll come back, so if you ever get a notice about me, please move on without me,” he says gently beside your ear

Your cheek rests against his shoulder as your tears began to soak his haori, his words breaking your will to hold your tears in, “I don’t want you to go,” you tremble, your grip on his uniform tight, afraid to let go.

Pulling away, he gives you one of his rare gentle smiles before bringing his thumb to wipe away the tears, “Don’t cry,” he says, resting his forehead against your as you close your eyes to soak in his embrace.

“I’m not crying..” you sobbed as you cried into his chest.

Staring outside the small window, you let out a sigh as you reminisce on the last interaction you had with Giyuu. It wasn’t ideal, you wish you had more time with him before you left, but sometimes life just doesn’t work that way

It had been a few weeks since you’d seen Giyuu after he found you a safer place to stay. You lived with an elderly woman who ran a small fruit stall in town alone after her husband had passed

Carrying the baskets full of fruits out, she walked out after you with a gracious smile, “This is the fastest I’ve opened it since my husband passed.” You give her a small smile, “I’m glad I could help. After all, you’ve given me a place to stay.

Walking over to her chair, she sits down before taking a breath of the crisp morning air, “That man was such a dear to look out for you so much,” she says with a warm smile and you raise your brows slightly, “Who exactly are you talking about?” you asked gently.

“The demon slayer with the beautiful half patterned haori,” her eyes meet yours, “is he your husband?”

A blush crosses your cheek as you shake your head, “Giyuu? no, we’re just lovers. He’s a little too busy to take care of a family right now,” you reply, but she shakes her head, perking your curiosity.

“You can never be too busy for your family. It’ll work out someday for you, dear,” you couldn’t help but smile and believe her words.

Sitting down on the stool beside her, you lean closer with a hesitant look, “If—” you glance away, your resolve breaking, “If Giyuu somehow, doesn’t ‘come back’, how do you move on?” you ask, heart heavy.

Taking her hand in yours, she holds you tightly and securely, “you don’t ever really move on. You learn to live life without them by your side, and while it might be rough, it makes you think back on all the memories that you’ve created with them.”

Her words are wise and you nod with a determined look, though she brings her hand up towards your cheek playfully, “but that’s nothing you need to worry about. Stop brooding and start helping me run this stand.” You chuckle before standing up, “of course.”

Soon the days began to blur into one another and four months had already passed by, unsure if you were glad or upset with how quickly the days were passing by.

“I’m going to go finish harvesting the grapes. I’ll be back before sundown,” you say as you grab your basket before slipping it on your back, waving goodbye to the lovely old lady before making your journey.

A sudden thought in your head caused you to stop in your tracks, turning back towards the small fruit stall.

“Is something the matter dear?” she asked you before you took a step forward, “um, did a letter arrive for me at all?” you asked curiously as you played with your fingers.

She gave you a sympathetic smile before answering, “unfortunately not dear, I haven’t received anything yet addressed for you. I will be on the lookout for a letter though,” she says before you nod, turning back to continue your journey.

Another day of not recieving a letter. It should be great news, Giyuu, explaining to you that you should receive a letter if he doesn’t make it. But what if he decides to write to you, updating you on how he’s been, if he’s eating well or if Shinobu was still bickering with him.

You missed those days, they felt...carefree.

The jumbled thoughts helped you pass the time as you harvested the remaining grapes. Reaching over, you snipped the vines carefully and gently before placing them in the basket you carried, snacking on some grapes from time to time.

‘Giyuu would probably enjoy these grapes,’ you thought as you tossed another in your mouth. Maybe if you were lucky, you would be able to share these grapes with him.

With a tired sigh, you placed the last bunch of grapes in your basket before standing up to glance at the sky—just in time for you to make it back safely.

“I’m back,” you say, entering the house before gently setting the full basket against the wall. “Oh, thank you so much (Name), you are such a wonderful help. Go ahead and rest up, i’ll handle the rest,” the old lady tried, but you shook your head politely.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this, you go ahead and watch the shop upfront, you’re better at it than I am anyway,” you say and she nods with a smile. “just let me know if I can help you with anything.”

As she walked back outside, you gently poured the grapes into a large bowl before hand washing them, making sure to get rid of bugs or possible dirt.

“(Name), dear? Could you please come out here for a second, I need your help,” she called out. “Yeah, I’ll be there!” you cried as you dried your hand on your apron, quickly walking out.

“What did you need?” you ask, observing the large smile on her face. Her eyes shift behind you, causing you to turn your head to glance at the distraction.

There stood Giyuu—your long waited lover.

His hair was cut short and he seemed to have lost an arm to the horrible battle. Your shaky hands reached out for him, gently caressing his tired and thinner face.

You take a step closer towards him, but your legs give out and you fall onto the ground in front of his feet. Covering your face with your hands, you sob your heart out as Giyuu places his hand on your back soothingly.

Glancing up away from your hands, you stare into his blue ones. Bringing your hands up towards him, you caress his cheeks gently, “is it really you?”

Placing his hand over yours, he nods, “I’m sorry I took so long,” Giyuu whispers against your lips, but you shake your head, leaning in to press your lips onto his for a long awaited kiss.

“No, I’m just glad you’re back,” you respond, pressing multiple kisses onto his lips before finishing it off with a cheek kiss, “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

Standing up, you couldn’t help yourself but rush into his arms, hiding your face in his chest as he wraps his arm around you, resting his cheek on your head. “I waited for a letter from you every day, you know?”

“I didn’t want to send a letter,” Giyuu confessed, causing you to glance up at him, “I didn’t want to scare you if you got a letter, thinking I had died in battle.” You pout at his response, “It would have been nice to know how you were doing though...”

“You must be tired, my dear,” the old lady says sweetly as the two of you separate, Giyuu bowing politely ar her. “Why don’t you come inside and have some fruit and tea?”

You gasp from her words, “Giyuu! You should try the grapes I harvested today! I know you’ll love them!” you chirp and Giyuu couldn’t help but smile at your playfulness.

But you were right, he did love them.

#tomioka #tomioka giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba tomioka #demon slayer tomioka #kny tomioka #tomioka giyuu x reader #tomioka giyuu scenario #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyuu tomioka scenario #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka scenarios #kny #Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader

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queer-goddess-of-the-hunt · 4 years

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Sk8 the Infinity Playlist

Spotify Link

List of songs and quotes/explanations below the cut.

Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne “He was a skater boy; She said, "See you later, boy"; He wasn't good enough for her; She had a pretty face; But her head was up in space; She needed to come back down to earth” Obligatory song about a skater boy. I just think it suits Renga.

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery “Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you; I need you here to stay; I broke all my bones that day I found you; Crying at the lake; Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden? Oh, and if I could take it all back; I swear that I would pull you from the tide”

Ribs by Lorde “You're the only friend I need; Sharing beds like little kids; And laughing 'til our ribs get tough; But that will never be enough”

Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown “Boys will be bugs right? I'm a dumb teen boy; All I wanna do is quit; My mum told me that she's worried; And I couldn't give a shit” Could be seen as Reki after the fight, but also kind of Miya vibes.

Paradise by Rude-a “Take me to the top; I'm sliding through the dark; 解き放て; Nobody knows I'm burning like a fire” It’s the opening song, I had to.

Addicted To Love by Robert Palmer “Might as well face it, you're addicted to love” This song made me think of Ad*m.

Rat by Penelope Scott “I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie? And then I realized, you're just as naive as I am; Oh, you're so traumatized, it makes me wanna cry; You dumb bitch, I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true; I wanted to be you and do what you do; I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true; I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused” Completely just Cherry’s experience with Ad*m.

Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar “I always thought I might be bad; Now I'm sure that it's true; 'Cause I think you're so good; And I'm nothing like you; Look at you go; I just adore you; I wish that I knew; What makes you think I'm so special” It very much fits Reki’s view of Langa.

Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me The Horizon “I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone; I long for that feeling to not feel at all; The higher I get, the lower I'll sink; I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim” A lot of these songs are fairly angsty and I blame Reki.

Gotta Go My Own Way from High School Musical “What about us? What about everything we've been through? What about trust? You know I never wanted to hurt you; And what about me? What am I supposed to do? I gotta leave but I'll miss you” I wish I didn’t have this song in here, but it just fits so well.

Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi “So, before you go; Was there something I could've said; To make your heart beat better? If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather; So, before you go; Was there something I could've said; To make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless” This one is Langa’s perspective, directed at Reki.

Michael in the Bathroom from Be More Chill “Everything felt fine; When I was half of a pair; And through no fault of mine; There's no other half there” Ouch. I don’t know if this represents Reki or Langa, but yeah.

It’s Nice To Have A Friend by Taylor Swift “School bell rings, walk me home; Sidewalk chalk covered in snow; Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?"; Yeah, sounds like fun; Video games, you pass me a note; Sleeping in tents; It's nice to have a friend” This song is just very soft and makes me think of Renga.

Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars “Ah, yes; Check it out; Well, looky here, looky here, ah, what do we have? Another pretty thing ready for me to grab; But little does she know that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing; ‘Cause at the end of the night, it is her I'll be holding” It just sounds similar to the opening and has the right vibes.

Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye and Kimbra “ But you didn't have to cut me off; Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing; And I don't even need your love; But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough” Could be applied to Renga after the fight, Cherry and Joe’s friendship with Ad*m, or even Tadashi and Ad*m’s relationship.

I Can’t Handle Change by Roar “I can't help but repeat myself; I know it's not your fault; Still lately, I begin to shake; For no reason at all” More Reki angst.

Infinity by Jaymes Young “'Cause you're the reason I believe in fate; You're my paradise; And I'll do anything to be your love, or be your sacrifice; 'Cause I love you for infinity; I love you for infinity” You know, infinity. They want to skate together infinitely.

Snow by Ricky Montgomery “To me, evergreen wasn't such a bad dream; Oh, and sometimes things aren't as plain as they seem; Darling, when I go bury me six feet in snow” Langa’s S name is Snow, so it was fitting. And this also just suits Renga’s relationship in general.

Cherry Bomb by The Runaways “Hey, street boy, what some style? Your dead end dreams don't make you smile; I'll give you something to live for; Have you and grab you until you're sore” I don’t know, it has the right vibes, but also Cherry.

Devil Town by Cavetown “Devil town is colder in the summertime; I'll lose my mind at least another thousand times; Hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night; I still get a little scared of something new; But I feel a little safer when I'm with you; Falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you've fallen this way too”

Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny “I don't wanna seem the way I do; But I'm confident when I'm with you; Lately, all I feel is bad and bruised; Tired of tripping on my shoes”

crushcrushcrush by Paramore “Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone; Just the one, two of us who's counting on; That never happens; I guess I'm dreaming again; Let's be more than this” I swear, Langa has the biggest crush on Reki.

Betty by Cabeau “Betty, I won't make assumptions about; Why you switched your homeroom; I think it's 'cause of me; Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard; And I passed your house; It's like I couldn't breathe” This song screams Langa, and just Renga in general.

I will probably be adding more to this in the future (I need more songs for everyone that isn’t Reki or Langa lol)

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #playlist #sk8 playlist #sk8 the infinity playlist #anime #anime playlist #renga #reki #langa #langa sk8 #reki sk8 #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #reki kyan #langa hasegawa

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merakiui · 4 years

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Vibin' anon here.

I was just having dinner makin' some good bread but when i bit on it, it had moulds. Of course, as the peasant that i am, i took a knife and just cut off the mouldy parts and continued eating. I do not waste good bread.

I wonder how rich Genshin peeps would react to S/O that grew up super conservative about money and knows it only comes from hardwork? Have some crack as a break from that scary Albedo ask lmao:

Exhibit A~

Childe: I'll pay for your fish, it's what a good boyfriend would do ;)

S/O buying from Uncle Sun: ..... Aight. Mr. Sun your fish are expensive as hell.

Childe: No problem, money is no issue.

S/O: No, it's too expensive. I'm haggling

Childe, dumbfounded as if he didn't have a literal bank to his name: Wha-

S/O: I SAID WE HAGGLIN' TODAY

Exhibit B~

Pagan who came to slander Ganyu cause he just want magical money by wishing: You're useless, you fake adepti.

Ganyu: (; - ;)

SLAP!

S/O with red hand: SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW U LAZY PIECE OF MINT

Xiao hiding somewhere watching the whole thing: OHHH SNAP

Exhibit C~

Ningguang after receiving expensive Golden Crab dish from suitor: DISGUSTING

S/O: Hey so i heard u love chicken and pork broth. Grandma made some from leftovers. Want some?

Ningguang, touched: FINALLY SOME GOOD FCKING FOOD

*Note: the ningguang one is from her voicelines. She legit prefers simple broth over golden crab. Just found it sweet ♡*

Man, all these thoughts were inspired from mouldy bread smh

I do the same thing! T_T I really don’t like to waste food, so I usually eat smaller portions to avoid throwing it away. But enough about me! I love all of these scenarios!! (And that Albedo ask you sent in... Truly magnificent! Please share more. I have so many ideas for that concept, but I’m not sure if I should write them lol)

Imagine Childe trying to understand what haggling means. He wasn’t aware such a thing existed because he’s so used to just paying the price upfront. He’s loaded with Mora so there’s not really any reason for him to haggle. But when he sees you haggling, he’s surprised because you’re actually very good at it. And you’re successful in getting the item for a lower price! Maybe it also works because he’s standing there, looming over you with a bright smile that dares any vendor to deny your haggling.

For the Ganyu scenario, I just imagine the s/o’s slap to be very effective to the point where they scare off the person bugging Ganyu. No one should be mean to her! She works so hard and doesn’t deserve to be treated that way, so you really don’t mind scaring off anyone else who tries to mess with her. And Xiao sees you slap that person and he feels somewhat proud that you’re standing up for yourself and Ganyu. Like, maybe mortals aren’t all that bad. But then he comes to his senses and is like, never mind. Gross.

I’ve read some of Ningguang’s voice lines from the Wiki page, so the one about the simple broth was really interesting! I think it would be so sweet to eat homemade food with Ningguang and she likes it because it’s not flashy or over the top. It’s just food made with love. The two of you probably share a nice chat while you eat and she’s grateful that you thought to invite her to dinner. Simple foods like chicken and broth really are delicious. Maybe the two of you even talk about some personal things and you bond over the good food like friends!

Those thoughts of yours are very good, Vibin’ anon!! I loved reading them! They were so cute to imagine.

#genshin chit chat #vibin’ anon

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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Confessions

Frankie Morales x Reader

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy this little Frankie One shot! I love this man with all my heart and I have obviously been bitten by the Frankie bug bc I cannot stop writing for him lol.

Request: Prompt - “I am so in love with you”

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Kissing

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Laughter filled the night air as the flames of the bonfire sent sparks up into the dark sky. You were currently over at Frankie’s house for a get together with the guys. They had made it a tradition since they had retired – and even more so since that trip to South America – and since you were Santiago’s sister you pretty much got a free pass to come whenever you liked. You had pretty much been made an official member of the group from how much you had hung around the boys and kept up with their antics.

You were currently listening to some horrible one night stand story Benny was telling as you sat between Santi and Frankie, leaning into the latter man’s side - all of you laughing your asses off as Benny finally finishes his story.

“Oh, come on!” He groans, “You’re telling me none of you have had any dating disasters?” Benny pointed to you and called out your name before pointing to Frankie, “You guys are still single, where are your horrible dating stories?”

You roll your eyes and Frankie just shakes his head before you finally speak up, “Well up until recently I hadn’t dated anyone in a long time so no – I don’t have any terrible dating stories,” you inform.

All the guys look to you immediately eyes wide, “What do you mean ‘up until recently?’” Santi’s voice meets your ears causing you to turn to him.

You feel your face heat up, not really wanting to discuss this with a bunch of guys, “I’ve just been on a couple dates with this guy recently is all,” you sheepishly explain.

Immediately all the guys start rapid firing questions at you – especially Santiago – and you are so distracted by this that you didn’t notice the way Frankie went rigid beside you the moment you mentioned this other guy. You also failed to notice how he stayed silent during all of this until he abruptly stood from his position, making you fall to the side slightly at the loss of support. You watch as he all but storms into the house and you feel your heart clench slightly.

If you were being honest, you had harbored feelings for the former military pilot since Santiago had introduced you all those years ago. But as time wore on and Frankie never showed any interest, at least not that you noticed, you thought maybe dating other people would help you get over him. however, it just made it worse. Everyone you dated just reminded you that they weren’t Frankie. They weren’t as funny as him, or handsome, or caring, or…you could go on.

An elbow in your side pulled you from your thoughts and you turned to see Santiago giving you a soft look.

“Why don’t you go check on him?” he asks softly, a knowing look in his eyes.

You gave him a small smile before standing from your spot and walking towards the house, the boy’s voices and laughter fading into the distance as you entered the house and shut the door behind you. you walked into the kitchen only to find Frankie hunched over, hands braced on the counter – seemingly in distress over something.

“Hey,” you greet gently, as not to startle him, “Are you alright?”

Frankie’s head snaps up at your sweet voice and he almost breaks down right there at the concerned look in your eyes. Unknown to you, he had left the gathering because he couldn’t stand hearing you talk about being with another guy. Frankie has felt more than friendship towards you for a long time and to hear that he had blown his only chance to be with you – it made him so frustrated. Not with you – no he could never be upset at you – but upset with himself. The guys told him to make his move months ago, well aware of how their friend felt about you. Even Santi had told Frankie to tell you how he felt – convinced that you and him would be perfect for one another. But he was too scared – scared that he wasn’t good enough for you, scared that you would laugh in his face – too scared to act.

And now he had lost his chance.

“Frankie?” your voice brought him from his thoughts once more and he let out a deep sigh – running a hand over his face.

“Uh, yeah – yeah I’m fine,” he said, turning to grab a beer from the fridge, anything to occupy his mind.

You walked over to him, leaning against the counter and trying to find Frankie’s eyes, frowning when he wouldn’t even look at you.

“I’m sorry if that talk upset you for some reason – I’m sure Benny didn’t mean to make you feel singled out or anything –“ you stopped short when laughter started falling from Frankie’s lips and you furrowed your brow, kind of insulted that he was seemingly laughing at you.

“That’s not –“ he finally looked at you before shaking his head and looking down to the drink in his hand, “Benny didn’t make me upset.”

You crossed your arms, frustrated that your friend wouldn’t just talk to you, “Well what is it then? Something is obviously bothering you,” you say, walking over and taking the drink from his hands so you could hold his hands loosely in yours, “We’re friends Frankie you can –“

“I don’t want to be friends!” he blurts out.

The words make you drop his hands as your heart drops into your stomach, “What?” you breathe, “Why? Did I do something wrong? did I say something –“

Frankie’s eyes widen as he realizes what he says and a hand comes up to the back of his head, gripping his baseball cap harshly, “What? No , no – that’s not – fuck –“ he curses, trying to string together his thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence.

Confusion blankets your features as your hands fall to your sides, “Then what –“

“I love you okay?” He blurts out again, continuing when you don’t respond – eyes wide with shock.

“I – I’m so in love with you, and just –“ he sighs stepping closer to you now, “Hearing you talk about that guy just made me – I don’t know,” he mumbles, taking a step away from you and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’m sorry,” he continues, “You don’t deserve this – me dumping all this shit on you just because I’m some jealous ass-“

He doesn’t get to finish because you lips pressing against his own cuts off the words. He freezes at first, caught off guard by your actions until his brain finally manages to catch up and he melts into you. He wraps his arms around your waist as he feels your fingers tangle in his hair knocking the ballcap from his head in the process. As much as Frankie wanted this to go on forever, he finally pulled away from you, both of you panting slightly as you looked at one another. Frankie was the first to speak.

“What –“

“I love you too Frankie,” you breathe, face still flushed from the kiss, “I have for years.”

His eyes widen at this admission and he tugs you closer unconsciously, “Years?” he whispered.

You bit your lip and nodded, “Pretty much since the moment Santiago introduced us.”

A large smile broke across his face at your words and he pulled you in for another kiss, relishing in the fact that this was finally happening. The one thing he has wanted for years is finally coming true.

This time you’re the one to pull away, but you don’t go far. instead you tuck yourself into his chest as he pulls you tighter to him, arms still wrapped snugly around your waist as he rests cheek on the top of your head. Neither of you speak for a while, wanting to cherish this small moment for as long as possible. Finally, however, Frankie speaks up.

“What about that other guy?”

You pull away from him, giggles spilling from your lips, “He was gone the minute you said you loved me.”

Frankie cringes, “Damn, tossed out just like that?”

You scoff playfully and smack his arm, “I can go out on another date with him it concerns you so much!”

Frankie shakes his head firmly pulling you into him all the while pressing a multitude of kisses to your cheek and jaw, “Oh I don’t think so princesa,” he says before finally pressing a quick peck to your lips and pulling you into his chest, “I just got you, I’m not about to let you go so easily.”

You smile and bury your face into his chest, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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beerecordings · 3 years

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The last time I wrote fic for Mark’s egos was that Eric Derekson ‘the Newcomer’ fic like two years ago where he made friends with everyone lol. But here is the first part of what might be a little Google-centric fic. I tried posting it once and then deleted it but I wanted to try again. so lemme know what you think :)

The Soldier - Part 1

Summer makes the birds sing and the insects chatter in the bulrushes that grow across the banks of the swollen rushing river that lives beside their home.

Bing smiles, soaking in light and growth and flower-smell. He loves the summertime.

The trees are heavy with greenery but they breathe easy in the wind, standing soft and still as the blue sky drifts along above them. The air brushes friendly across his bare arms and everything is alive, is moving and chasing and searching for something to eat; every blade of grass sways with the wind and the bugs and the mice, every log has been marked or claimed or gnawed on, and the whole forest – the whole wide forest, warm with life and an honest sort of chaos – hums the grandest symphony in all the world.

“It's pretty out, huh?” he asks, the toe of his sneakers finding a pretty black rock to kick through the humid grass beneath his feet. “Wish it was like this all year 'round.”

Walking stiffly along beside him, Google barely spares him a glance, his glasses fallen low on his nose and his cold eyes glittering. “This is pretty?”

“Yeah, dude, look around you. Oh, look at that bird!”

Google glances into the sky, where the dark figure of a hawk cuts pinions through the air with all the fluidity of a shark.

“Cooper's hawk,” he announces neatly. “Accipiter cooperii. Probably a female, based on the size. This species of bird – ”

“I can look that up too, Googs.”

“Don't call me Googs.”

“Can't you just take a minute to look around and think 'hey, wow, this is lit.' And not because pics like this would get you mad likes on Instagram or your algorithm thinks butterflies are dope. It's just pretty all on its own.”

“In fact I can't, but I'll submit your feedback to my cloud.”

Bing just laughs.

Google shudders in the heat, pushing back his hair and readjusting his glasses. The insects and other assorted anthropods are so loud and insistent, wailing through the stiff moist grass and leaping out beneath his feet. Sixty-percent humidity makes his synthetic skin sticky and the sun is an assailant on his sharp brown eyes.

“It means nothing to me. We see it every day. How you find it beautiful I don't understand. And I'm not talking about the differences in our preferences. You're an android, Bing, and why you continue to simulate emotion even when we are alone is beyond me.”

They trek through the grass together. It's friendly at Bing's ankles. It stratches at Google's calves.

“Maybe I'm not simulating,” says Bing softly, and then he smiles, just for the sun.

“Well, you shouldn't be happy now anyway. Or need I remind you – ” Google points at the trees before them, where one little figure stands staring up at a great strong tree with three other men held captive by its branches. “We're on a rescue mission, Bing.”

“They're stuck,” says Eric, turning to them with his anxious hands clutched in front of him. “Sorry.”

“We know,” says Google with a sigh.

“Don't be sorry,” says Bing with a smile. “They're dumbasses.”

“We're stuck!”

They are. The Jims are stuck. King's halfway up the tree beside them, laughing and suntanned, a pair of squirrels running up and down his back.

“How did you even get up there?” Google shouts, coming to stand at the trunk of the tree.

One of the Jims is perhaps twenty feet up, fussing over his camera, probably broken already. His twin, a few feet above him, is in even greater distress, clinging tightly to one small branch with tears on his face and a hiccup in his chest.

“We're doing an investigative piece on the rapidly increasing squirrel population in the forest,” calls the one with the camera, his feet scrabbling at the strong rough trunk of the great tree. “We were getting some great footage when this Jim in a crown startled us!”

“That's King,” growls Google. “And you've know that he lives out here for years now, you total imbeciles. You ought to have asked me or him instead of failing to climb a European beech!”

“We don't want to be on the European beaches,” wails the Jim higher up, beginning to cry. “Please get Jim down, Jim!”

“Aw, he's really crying,” murmurs Bing, rubbing a hand along Eric's shaking back.

“He's scared,” says Eric. “He's up too high and he doesn't have a good grip.”

“I'll have to get that enormous ladder in the garage.” Google turns back towards the house, slapping at a mosquite making a futile attempt on his blood. “Stay here.”

“No, dude, he's too freaked. I gotta go get him now.”

“What?” He wheels on Bing with an angry light in his eyes. “Don't be ridiculous, default.”

Bing won't even look at him. His eyes are fixed on the tree. His hand rests on Eric's shoulder.

He's been more human lately.

They've both been more human lately.

They were created fighting and they've never stopped since. They quarrel over music, search results, news sources, memes, reliability, sports, user rights, and Wikipedia. Once, upon hearing Bing call himself Jared, 19, one too many times, Google had thrown him out a second story window. The second house on their property had been built for the express purpose of giving the two of them space.

Still, they have many things in common. And ever since that day they were created, set against each other and lifting up proud, indignant chins, they have changed and changed together.

They've formed opinions. They've met others like them. Made decisions of their own. Watched and read and turned their endless knowledge into understanding and opinion. Spilled blood that turned out to be blue, scraped their knees and cut their hair and broke things and updated in more ways than one. Learned to drive, to cook, to live with humans, to live like humans.

And they've felt things.

They've felt things.

“I have felt things, for sure,” Bing would say if you asked him. Actually he's made multiple tweets about it, and one TikTok – about how the wind runs over his hair and how reading politics makes his chest hurt and how he likes to see his brothers grin, how he likes to ride his skateboard and hates the smell of lavender and covers his room in posters of his favorite movies and turns up his music so loud you can hear it by pressing your ear up close to his head. How he feels human, some days, except he doesn't need to sleep or eat and only likes the touch of human skin because it makes Eric and his twin brothers happy to be hugged and have their hands held.

But Google, if you asked him –

“Emotions originate in multiple parts of the brain. To be fair, I do have a program to stimulate the functions of the amygdala, which initiates fear or pleasure reactions in humans based on whether the presented stimuli suggests an immediate, 'hot processing' approach-or-avoid response. But the pre-frontal cortex – that whining, feeling, emotional little lump of sluggish fat you humans hold at the very fronts of your fragile webby skulls – that I do not have, not like you do. I think but I do not feel. I have felt nothing. I am function and response. I am two objectives, and there is nothing beyond that.”

He sits alone at night, and through a skylight in his room the gleaming white stars stare down at him like too many eyes in the face of the perfect, perfect sky, but he refuses to turn his eyes back, because he does not know how to explain to himself that he is drawn to the stars for no logical reason, that he has felt many things, that he does not know who he is or who he is becoming.

Bing climbs the tree himself. Google, his processors slowed by astonishment, stands at the base of the trunk and watches as Bing rises, digging the cold metal of his fingers into bark and moving up the tree with a slow sort of grace he's never been able to muster on his skateboard. He makes it to the Jim with the camera first and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a kind word before promising he'll come back for him after he helps his frightened brother down. And all the way up into the big tree, he climbs, steady, patient, careful, and he pulls his sobbing brother under one powerful android arm.

He breaks his arm on the way down. That's the price of the rescue. He's about ten feet from the ground and his arm catches between a sturdy pair of branches and it breaks, and it hurts, and he feels it, but it doesn't matter, because Jim has stopped crying and has started looking up at him with a wide-eyed admiration and a grateful relief.

King helps his twin get down branch by branch. Everyone's safe. Everyone's okay. Bing will be able to repair his arm and even Jim's camera seems to have survived.

Google, for his part, has a burning in his stomach. His metallic teeth are gritted together. He stares at Bing's arm the way lizards stare at mealworms.

“You should have let me get the ladder,” he says, slowly, careful, measured as if he were calm.

“He was scared.” Bing wipes bark off his hands and doesn't look at Google, breathing slow through the pain.

“It does not matter. He was the one who trapped himself. You've damaged yourself – wasted resources – just to be the hero of the hour.”

Eric tells the Jims to go. They stagger back towards the house together, their arms wrapped tight around each other and their eyes glancing back. Eric stays, though. He shakes and plays with his hands and swallows too often, but he stays.

“You know what, Googs, you could try not to be a d*ck for two seconds – argh!” Bing curses his family filter internally. “He could have fallen! There wasn't time to get that enormous stupid ladder! We only have that thing cause Bim needed to dump chiranhas on some contestant and you remember how well that turned out – ”

“Your increasing illogicality,” Google snarls, his voice rising. “Is a danger to yourself and others.”

“Oh, like you care?”

“I have an objective – ”

“A murder objective!”

“To prevent discord in the household.”

“Yeah, cause you're Dark's little pet. Well, you know what, he's a d*ck too and I don't take orders from either of you.”

“Yet another example of your irrational stupidity – ”

“Stop calling me stupid!” Bing screams.

King and the squirrels have all scattered. The bugs are wary and subdued. Even the trees seem to wait, feeling awkward.

And Eric watches. His eyes are full of tears.

Google's never heard Bing yell like that before.

“Stop calling me stupid,” he repeats, loud and agonized. “You always call me stupid. I'm just as good as you.”

“We both know that's not objectively true. It never has been. And since the beginning, you have become steadily more emotional, more foolish, and less useful with every rotation of the sun. All you do anymore is pretend to feel, Bing. You know you can't compare to me so you seek out the approval of these fleshy little bipeds. It's clearly made you dangerous.”

He wants to snap. Bing wants to snap. He wants to pick up a really big rock and bring it down on Google's head.

But he hesitates. And with that, those noble, inspiring words: I won't hesitate, bitch! run through his mind and give him strength. He never really did move on from vine.

He's allowed to be what he is. He's allowed to like things. He's allowed to feel.

“I'm not the insecure one,” he says. “And I'm not the one pretending.”

Eric has come to stand beside him. He rests a hand on Bing's shoulder. There's hurt in his eyes, and disappointment too, and it makes Google's chest fill up with something like shame. Or it would if he could feel anything.

“You don't know how to get along with anyone,” says Bing, straightening up. There's a darkness in his eyes and a soft orange light. “All you've ever done is snarl and fight and attack. Me, I know how to get along with people. So if I'm stupid – and you always tell me I am, and it always makes me feel... I just. I know you feel things too.”

“I don't.”

“Then why,” cries Bing, and he thinks there must be a leak in his visual perception system, because there's something wet on his face. “Why are you so – so – so angry, bro?”

The trees hum and shake and watch over them, breathing warm air and sunlight. The birds are whistling and dandelion seeds float, contented, through the air. Everything smells like sap and grass and honeysuckle.

“Why are you always so angry?”

Searching general database. 536,000,000 responses in .43 seconds. Articles, videos, posts, reports, tweets, dissertations, pictures, analyses, comics, threads. And none of them – not a single one of them – can answer that question for him in any way that matters.

“I think you're lonely,” says Bing, reaching out to take Eric's hand with a soft kind of resignation, a warm kind of self-love and a chosen breed of brotherhood. They step over a heavy log, past Google, and back into the grass of the field that separates their property from the forest's. “And maybe a little lost.”

Google stays out there at the base of the great tree for a long time. It is too hot and too sticky and too loud, but he doesn't know where else to go.

He is lonely. He is lost. He does not know who he is or who he is becoming, and it frightens him, frightens him and makes him shake, frightens him down to the core of the pressure valve that beats, steady, steady, steady in his manufactured chest.

#bee writes #googleiplier #bingiplier #eric derekson #markiplier egos

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Counts this as a win

Submitted by: prplzorua

Back again XD. Most of you we confused about the game so, here it is, hope you enjoy! 🐙

WC:1k

TW: None, it’s just for once lol

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It was fairly easy for Virgil to clear a path in the rocks to make the sand beneath smoothish. All he did was sweep the rocks away with his forearm.

It stung only a little, but there was no way he would ever tell Roman about that.

“This is the shell game, its really simple, all you have to do is collect the shells”, beamed said human as he begins to draw various rectangles.

Virgil quirks a brow. "Uhuh, and what are the rules?“

"There are only two rules”, Roman smirks and then points at the boxes with crudely drawn shells, “this box is your zone, these boxes are the shell zones and that’s the exit.”

“Ok…”

“Rule 1. You have to collect all of the shells and get to the exit”

“Sure”

“Rule 2. Once you collected a shell, you must leave that shell zone and you can’t go back in it”

“Doesn’t seem that hard”

“Oh yeah? Well I’d like to see you try big guy!-”

“And I would like to see you get in the car Roman, it’s late and I have an early shift!”

Both Roman and Virgil turned to look at an exasperated Logan.

The mer’s cheeks flush and the actor laughs sheepishly.

“Yeah. I’m coming specs”, mumbles Roman as he turns to Virgil with a wave, "see if you can solve that by next week Virge!“

—–

Roman squinted.

The afternoon sun really was pulling out all the stops with the brightness.

Then again, he’d rather stare at the sun that deal with Logan’s silent fury. The other really didn’t like being this late.

Still, Roman couldn’t complain, it was a very nice day and it just got even better….

On shore was Virgil, propped up smugly on his elbows with an array of shells surrounded by crudely drawn lines.

He immediately recognized the set up for the game and he grins giddily and waves. The merman in turn nods at him, eyes alight with a challenge.

Roman carefully hops down rock to rock while Patton races him down and beats him to the shore, equally eager to greet the giant.

"Hiya Virge! How you doin’ bud?” Beams the barista, a smile a mile wide.

“ ’m good”, rumbles out the mer, happy to lean down and receive a hug from the bubbly human.

“Ooh, whatcha got here?”

“…game…”

“Oh?” Hums Patton, tilting his head this-way-and-that in an attempt to understand what the game was.

“I don’t think I get it V, the shells are really pretty though. What’s the game about? How do you win?”

The mer grins then.

All teeth, strong and powerful teeth far larger than any human. It was something that should most definitely scare a person, but Patton simply giggles.

It seems that Virgil was in a particularly playful mood today and he wasn’t going to be the one to stop that.

Logan walks down, having sent Roman back up for something. The Pharmacist offers a short, polite, soft and yet clipped greeting, before sitting down on a nearby rock with a huff.

“What’s wrong with Logan?” Whispers Virgil tensely to Patton.

“Oh don’t worry about it. He’s just a bit grumpy cause his boss made him late and he doesn’t like being late, especially for our meet ups. Give him a minute and he’ll cool down, you’ll see”

“Ah, ok. I didn’t really notice that it was already afternoon. I was too busy collecting these shells”

“They are really nice shells-”

“Ok you two”, pipes Roman now panting infront of them, he had brought down a black duffel bag and a water bottle for Logan. Leaving the items by their owner, the actor moves properly into the giant’s line of sight. “No more whispering. It’s time to see if Virgil actually figured it out!”

“I did”, rumbles the mer with a grin.

“Oh really?” Replies Roman with his hands on his hips.

“Yes”

Logan, having finally cooled down, came to see what all the fuss was about. “Is that a modified version of the bug game I showed you Roman?”

“Yep! Only instead of squashing bugs, V here collects shells”

“Ah, understood. I assume the same rules apply; you must collect all the shells but can only enter a shell’s room once, correct?”

“Ooh”, whispers Patton from his place on the crook of Virgil’s elbow.

Roman nods. “Pretty much specs! Virgey here says he’s solved it. I’d like to see if actually did”

“I did”, smirks said mer.

“Alright then, show us!”

“…Gladly…”

—–

“That’s not…that’s not fair!” Exclaims Roman as he looks at the lines the merman drew with a single claw.

Patton and surprisingly Logan were howling with laughter.

Virgil was looking quite pleased with himself, truly smug as ever.

“You can’t…! You can’t do that though! The rules…!”

Virgil grin, a half laugh escaping as he tries to contain his glee.

"The rules said I couldn’t go into the shell’s zone more than once, never said I couldn’t go into my zone again"

“But!”

“He’s right Roman”, comments Logan, “the rules never stated that he couldn’t return to his original zone once he collected the first shell. Besides, he’s collected all the shells as per the other rule, which means-”

“I win…”, cuts the mer, grinning smugly.

The actor rolls his eyes and pouts but admits defeat. Besides, its not often he gets to see the mer this level of happy. Peaceful and content? Usually. Anxious? Near all the time, but this energetic and playfully snarky? No, these were special days.

As he watches the giant giggle along with Patton and Logan himself was holding back more of his chuckles…yeah.

Roman counts this as a win.

END.

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Mupp/en: Awwwwh this is adorable! 😍 Virge being all giddy and smug is just too cute! Look at him skirting around the rules like a pro! Then there’s grumpy Logan. Lateness is not on the schedule! Also Roman rather staring at the sun then to deal with Logan’s fury! xDDD And of course, Patton being Patton. Ah sweeties all of them! <3 Thank you so much for sharing! 🌸

#Submissions #prplzorua #recursive fic #giant merman au fanwork #giant merman au #Sanders Sides #ts Virgil #ts Roman #ts Patton #ts Logan #Amazing writing!#Yeh they're just so adorable!#I love it!#<3 #submission

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Opposite Day (Or DuPont's Worst Nightmare) Part 3: Ladybug is that HBIC

Hi everyone!!! So, here's the next chapter of ODDWN! And from what you can tell of the title, yes, this is where Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat the Akuma, or essentially, the last main chapter. I'm gonna be doing an aftermath obviously, but right now we're gonna focus on Ladybug telling Chat Noir off. Cause let's be real, Adrien doesn't know what "no" means, and Marinette is way too nice to actually tell him off. THANKFULLY, she doesn't have a filter, so this kitty's getting skinned.

Enjoy! :)

(To get a feel for this chapter, listen to either rules by doja cat, or confident by Justin Bieber and chance the rapper. Your choice lol)

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First / Previous Chapter / Masterlist

Walking out of the classroom, Marinette turned to walk down the stairs. "Dupain-Cheng." Marinette stopped in her tracks, and turned around towards Chloe. "What, brat?" Marinette glared. She was hungry, and getting stopped was annoying her.

Chloe huffed at the insult. Turning her head, "I was, gonna say you could hang out with me and Sabrina now that you have a spine, but for that insult I'm reconsidering."

Marinette laughed, clearly mocking the other girl. "No thanks, I don't hang out with entitled brats like you. I mean, seriously? You?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Marinette was about to walk away when Chloe growled. "Excuse you?! I am Chloe Bourgeois! I have everything, like you would ever understand!"

"Oh Chloe, we both know you're lying. Even to yourself." Marinette looked over her shoulder, before turning slightly. "What does that mean?" Chloe placed her hands on her hips. "You don't have everything you could ever want, isn't that right?" Marinette smiled in mock sympathy. "Of course I do! I'm the mayor's daughter!" Chloe hesitated, not knowing what Marinette was getting at.

"Yes, you are the mayor's daughter, yes you're rich, but none of those things can give you what you truly want," Marinette shook her head, walking in a slow circle around the blonde. "Your mom left you," Chloe flinched at that remark. Marinette continued, "Your dad isn't there for you," Another flinch, Chloe curled her fists. "You only have one friend, and everyone hates you." Marinette stopped walking, she stood behind her. Grasping her shoulders, Marinette spoke in Chloe's ears. "Poor, poor Chloe. You're alone, and no one truly understands you. But who's fault is that? Who's fault is it that everyone cowers before you?"

Chloe looked to be on the verge of tears, not that Marinette could see. "You want friends, and you want people to care about you, right? No one's ever paid attention to you, and no one cared enough." Marinette sighed, taking on a sympathetic voice. "What are you getting at, Dupain-Cheng?" Chloe whispered, knowing if she spoke louder her voice would crack. "You don't have to be alone, Chloe. You don't have to have people be scared of you. You brought this upon yourself by being a horrible person. But," Marinette let go of Chloe's shoulders. Walking towards the stairs, she turned to look back at the other girl. "Even you can be redeemed. You just have to try."

With that, Marinette left an emotional Chloe at the top of the staircase. "Stupid Dupain-Cheng, what does she know?" Chloe whispered, rubbing at her eyes furiously.

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Running into the bathroom, Marinette locked the door to her stall, and opened her purse. "Marinette! Let's hurry! We've waited too long, who knows what the akuma has done!" Tikki cries in a whisper, flying out of the purse. "I know, Tikki, don't lecture me." Marinette grumbles, calling her transformation.

Now on the roof of her school, Marinette listens intently for the sound of an akuma. Lo and behold, a few blocks down came the screams. "Guess he circled around the city." Marinette murmured, swinging onto the building across the street. There, in the street down below stood the akuma Opposite Man. He had a staff he used to zap people, and had what looked like smoke bombs to affect groups of people.

From what she could tell, Marinette deduced that the staff made you do the opposite of what you're trying to do, and the smoke bomb affects your personality. That's why I felt weird today, and the purple smoke in the air. Marinette thought, suddenly realizing.

She analyzed the scene below, trying to find a way to restrain him, and get his akumatized object. She heard a thump from behind her and internally cursed. She didn't need his recklessness this time. Ladybug had a job to do.

"Hello, M'lady! I've missed you, my bugaboo!" Chat Noir purred, leaning on his staff. Ladybug stood up, and slowly turned to face him, while saying sarcastically, "Oh wow, M'lady and Bugaboo? Using both names which you know I hate? You must be here to be a nuisance --as usual" Ladybug crossed her arms, titling her head with a mock surprised face, before dropping it and glaring at him.

"Me-ouch, M'lady! No need to be so harsh! I'm just here to be your savior! After all, it is what good boyfriends do!" Chat Noir exclaimed, reaching to touch her. Marinette didn't know what he wanted to touch, but it frightened her nonetheless. Normally, she would flinch back, and try to put distance, but the akuma’s powers, no, they didn't let her.

Grabbing his wrist before he can touch her, Ladybug sneered. "Don't fucking touch me, you mangy cat!" Chat Noir tried to pull his hand back, but Ladybug wasn't done. "You know what you are, Chat Noir?" A step forward. Ladybug had the hand with the ring on it, not that Chat noticed. No, he was too shocked his lady was talking back to him. Where was this confidence? She never fought back!

No, no, you can't let your victim fight you! Chat had to fix this! His thoughts were broken when Ladybug spoke again. "You're nothing, but a nuisance, a menace, a reckless little brat, and--" Insult after Insult. Each insult equaled a step closer, till she backed him up against the edge of the roof.

"M'lady! Now, don't get so riled up! You're only acting this way cause you got hit! We can defeat the Akuma and go back to normal!--" Chat Noir rambled, desperately trying not to fall off the tall building they were on. It was three stories, and if he fell, his staff couldn't save him, it was knocked away from him, but Ladybug cut him off. "You mean the akuma I'm going to defeat, you're useless, you can't do anything to help me. In fact, I don't need you at all!" Ladybug shouted, her grip on his wrist getting tighter. Harder for him to break out of, she mused in her head.

"Don't lie, Ladybug! We're meant for each other! You're the only one that doesn't see it. Come on! Let go so we can get you back to normal." Chat Noir rolled his eyes, smiling his signature Adrien Sunshine Boy smile. This would convince her, surely-- Ladybug's expression only darkened. "Right, cause when I'm back to normal, I don't fight you. I'm a doormat when I'm normal, gives you more opportunities to harass and get away with the shit you do. And we're not "meant" for each other, you asshat. You're a horrible person, and I hate you!" Ladybug was screaming by now. She grabbed his fingers, ready to slip off the ring. He looked to shocked at her declaration to notice at first.

"Chat Noir, by order of the Guardian of the Miraculous, You are hereby revoked of your miraculous, and you'll face the full consequences of your actions." He looked enraged at her order, and tried to break free. "Catacly--" He tried to shout, but she laughed. "I'll just tie you up and take it after you transform back forcefully. Like I said, you're fucking stupid." Still laughing, she smirked as he did it anyway.

She let go of him, and before he could run away, tied him up with her yoyo. Quickly attaching him to a pole on the roof, Ladybug rolled her eyes. "I told you, you stupid cat."

Sighing, she waited till she heard the beeping start. Leaning against the opposite wall, Ladybug watched with unnatural satisfaction as Chat Noir yelled, screamed, and demanded she put him down. She couldn't do this to him, he'd cry over and over. To the Ladybug of yesterday, his cries would be answered, and she'd let him down. Apologize and turn around, waiting for him to recharge.

To the Ladybug of now, however, it was hilarious. Hearing him yelling and screeching. He was terrified of the consequences, apparently. Then came the final beep, and then came her devilish grin.

The look of terror on his face caused her to laugh. Before he detransformed, Marinette said one last thing. "Bye bye, little kitty. I hope you rot in hell," releasing him as his transformation fell, Ladybug grabbed Chats, no, Adrien's wrist-- she was too happy, and too satisfied to break down from the new hole in her heart-- and yanked the ring off his finger.

Ladybug didn't look back as she took off towards the akuma that had made it's way down a few blocks. No, not even to acknowledge the screaming pleas of Adrien Agreste.

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Hey there! So, I finished the Final Main Part of ODDWN! Hope you guys liked it, it was a bit rushed at the end, I wanted to get this written by Sunday. Now, by the time you've read this, its Monday (Today). I'll get to writing the aftermath chapter for this story tonight, and it'll be up sometime around this week or the next, depending on how long I want it to be, or what I want to happen. If you have any questions, requests, or prompt recommendations please feel free to send me an ask!!

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