#ski fic

[stervrucht]

Such good friends✨

A little something for @azrielgreen's Scorpio Skies.

[magicicephoenix]

🌙✨ @ Moon I really need a hug rn!!!!! (Sobbing/u know why)

😭😭😭

(Girl Anon, who lives in US)

he’s got you.

[suhtorus]

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐to love and to cherish. gojo satoru

walking down the aisle proves to be the hardest thing to do when your future husband won't stop crying his pretty eyes out.

fluff. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ wedding au (based on catholic weddings), fem!reader, best man!suguru, so much fluff and love i made myself cry. everyone is happy!

word c. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ less than 500

𝄢♭completely ‐ jaehyun

sunlight seems to beam back from every corner. white hydrangeas and roses allow the natural light to reflect all over the venue, casting a dreamy glow that makes your throat tight with emotion.

it surely must be heaven.

and heaven itself gleams right before your eyes, with satoru waiting for you to join him.

the blue of his eyes is replaced with an almost translucent shade whenever it catches the light, and the redness surrounding them only amplifies its beauty.

hushed whispers and gasps can be heard as soon as you're into everyone's line of vision—and satoru immediately breaks down in tears.

your own heart squeezes at the sight, laughter and tears bubbling up easily when suguru is forced to throw an arm over the sobbing groom, preventing him from running straight to your arms.

"don't you dare," even with his kind smile, suguru's tone is nothing but threatening, "let your wife shine, it's her moment."

and that's pretty much all it takes to get satoru to stay by the altar. it doesn't mean he won't pout about it, though.

the deep rumble of the cello accompanies your way down the aisle, and with each step forward, more pairs of eyes land on your figure in awe. warmth and ease drape over your senses like a throw blanket, drowning the sense of doom under its fabric. but no matter how much you wish to greet each one of the guests, their eyes meeting yours with matching excitement, your gaze bounces back to satoru's stubbornly, already aching to be by his side.

you know you're smiling—and crying—but so is he. your grip on the bouquet is tight, just like the invisible string drawing you towards satoru, your fingers itching to wipe the tears running down his cheeks.

I love you.

a chocked up mix of a laugh and a sob gets stuck in your throat as he mouths the words at you through the brightest grin you've ever seen from him, and all you can think is: how dare he.

it's almost too silent yet so loud, every shaky breath and sniffle loud and clear against the silence of the guests. a melancholic piano joins the cello, and your heart is suddenly at your throat, finally within satoru's reach which means that his hands immediately seek to hold yours. the rustle of your dress against his suit, his hushed cries muffled against the skin of your forehead mixed with endless declarations of his love—it's too much and yet it's utterly perfect.

"I love you, I love you," with eyes closed, satoru breathes you in under the gazes of every guest, witnesses of the adoration and yearning of the young couple that's only minutes away from being joined in matrimony.

behind the veil, a fleeting moment of private intimacy between bride and groom takes place, just for them and the universe to know and that will be cherished for years to come.

"my gorgeous bride."

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, @geothewriter, was it necessary to break my heart?

A little thing for Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies, a truly magnificent fic that has left yours truly rolling on the ground more than once. I'll post the entire artwork once it's finished! For now, you get a little sneak peek.

Start reading the fic here. You can find Chapter 19 (from which this scene comes from) here!

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Protector Of the Northmost Winds and Skies

(materialized Hiccup and notes below the cut)

I re-read the fic again and man did i remember how much i loved it!!

I really wanted to draw Hiccup as spirit and have a go at what i thought his design would be. I tried blending the costume designs from the second and third How To Train Your Dragon movies for the leather armor and the fur cape was SO MUCH FUN to work with!

I also put silver birch leaves on the pauldron because they symbolize new beginnings and protection and thought it was pretty fitting. And i think it's dope as fuck and i can do what i want so why not.

And i'll admit, i did listen to Hozier quite a bit while working on this because 1) Francesca is SO THEM and 2) I, Carrion absolutely hits as well.

thank you @jjackfrost for the wonderful story you wrote and shared with us. It's a blessing to read and it got me back on my HTTYD and ROTG middle school hyperfixation so thanks <3

[jackshiccup]

if i could hold you for a minute darling, i'd go through it again

inspired by chapter 42 of OTNWAS by @jjackfrost

[applestruda]

Drew some scenes from @hopepetal fic (read here)

[joostsblog]

caught in the middle part six: too much ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

My masterlist here ✨💌 caught in the middle series masterlist here

Pairing: Ski Aggu x female!reader + Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: You and Aggu have a talk.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: my note for the previous part still stands haha. Also I appreciate it sm when you guys leave feedback/your thoughts in the notes, reblogs or my inbox, it's literally the best thing ever🫶🫶🫶

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, consumption of alcohol, not proofread

The message you typed into your phone was the sixth you had written and then deleted instead of hitting send. Three unsent messages to Joost, three to Aggu.

You deleted the paragraph on your screen again and instead settled on a short hangout tonight?

You were nervous when Aggu texted you back telling you he would come over to your place. What happened between you and Joost a few nights ago was still at the forefront of your mind. But you were also happy to see Aggu again.

After some pondering, you decided that you should probably tell Aggu about the events of that night. He deserved to know. And whatever Joost was on about was probably nothing, right? It was just Joost trying to get out of the weird situation of trying to kiss his best friend's girlfriend, right?

So when you and Aggu laid on the couch a few hours later and talked about anything and everything and his fingers grazed your arm you felt confident enough to bring it up.

"Aggu," you turned to look at him and Aggu raised his eyebrows expectantly. "I need to tell you about something."

"About Joost?" Aggu asked and tilted your head in confusion.

"Yes," you said. "What do you mean?"

"That Joost tried to kiss you," Aggu said calmly and you nodded.

"Yes, how do you know?"  

"Joost told me," Aggu said and your heart started beating faster wondering what exactly Joost told Aggu.

"He did?" you asked and Aggu nodded.

"Of course, he's my friend."

"What did he tell you exactly?" you asked.

"That you walked home and Joost tried to kiss you but you didn't reciprocate," Aggu said nonchalantly. "I think Joost has a little crush on you," Aggu laughed and by now your heart was definitely beating out of your chest.

"And you're fine with it?" you asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Aggu said with a shrug before he continued as he saw your confused facial expression. "I mean you didn't kiss him back," he said. "And it's not like we're exclusive anyway," Aggu shrugged and your heart sunk into the depths of your stomach.

"I'm sorry- what?" you freed yourself from Aggu's hold on you to properly face him. Your voice was wavering and Aggu raised his eyebrows as he realised your reaction.

"(Y/N), I thought that was clear," Aggu said.

"Clear?" your voice came out louder than you anticipated as anger grew within you. "How would that be clear?" you asked.

"Well, I thought we were just casual," Aggu said and touched your arm. You pulled away quickly.

"Oh my god, Aggu," you exclaimed. "If we were just casual, you should have said so instead of saying vague things like let's keep it on the down low," you mocked Aggu's tone.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry," Aggu said and you despised him for apologising while you were still angry. "I realise I wasn't as clear as I should have been."

"Yeah, no shit," you rolled your eyes and got up from the sofa. "Now, tell me, what did being casual look like for you? Were you seeing other people?"

"(Y/N)," Aggu said in a soft tone.

"No, tell me," you demanded. "You didn't tell me before, so now tell me at least."

"Yeah, I was still seeing other people," Aggu confirmed and your heart broke a little.

"Do you think I'm delusional for thinking I was something special to you?" you asked.

"No, you are something special to me," Aggu said and got up from the sofa to get closer to you. You turned around to put distance between you. "I'm so sorry, I should have told you upfront."

"Yeah, you should have," you said and you were glad that your back was turned to Aggu so he wouldn't see the tears in your eyes. "Would you have minded if I kissed Joost back?"

"But you didn't," Aggu stated.

"Would you?" you persisted.

"No - maybe," Aggu said frustrated and touched the side of your waist softly. "Joost is my friend, it complicates things."

"Does it?" you asked. "If you can go around kissing and fucking other girls, why can't I?" you paused before turning around. "If I had known that those were the rules of the game, I could have played along and maybe I would have kissed Joost," you said with a shrug.

"Are you just saying this to hurt me?" Aggu asked.

"No, it's the truth," you said. "You were the only reason why I didn't kiss him."

Aggu pressed his lips against each other.

"You're right," he said after a bit. "It was unfair of me. I swear I didn't notice that I wasn't being clear with you," Aggu said.

"I don't know if I want to be with you with those game rules," you said and Aggu nodded.

"I understand."

"Maybe it's best if we put an end to this," you said.

"That's alright," Aggu whispered.

You could see through the tears welling in your eyes that there were also tears in Aggu's eyes. You sighed before opening your arms. Aggu engulfed you in a hug and softly stroked your hair.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he whispered.

"Damnit, Aggu," you sighed again. "I really liked you."

"I really like you too."

~

"Oh fuck him!" Bianca exclaimed and set down her glass of red wine on the table. "I knew he was fucking around. I mean it's Aggu, for fuck's sake!"

You laughed with a shrug.

"Well, I didn't know," you said. "Granted, I wouldn't have minded if he had just told me."

"You're right," Bianca nodded. "Imagine this, if you two had just talked about it, you could have fucked Aggu and Joost also," Bianca grinned.

"Bianca!" you exclaimed with an embarrassed laugh as you almost choked on your wine. You hadn't even told Bianca about that minor detail that you definitely would have returned Joost kiss if it hadn't been for Aggu. "Me and Joost- no- we're not like-" you stammered and Bianca rolled her eyes.

"Come on, you're not fooling anyone," she said and raised her eyebrows when she saw you shaking your head frantically still. "You and Joost are made for each other, everyone knows that."

"What?" you asked with blood rushing to your face.

"Everyone was rooting for you," she said. "That's why everyone was so shocked when you and Aggu-" Bianca vaguely gestured to finish the sentence.

"You knew?"

"About you and Aggu?" Bianca laughed. "Come on, you weren't exactly subtle."

"Oh god," you groaned as you buried your face into your hands. "This is so awful, I never wanted this," you looked up at Bianca in despair. "This is not good. What if this ruins our group?"

"Oh, baby," Bianca laughed. "We survived much worse. You'll be fine as long as you finally get with Joost. Then everyone will be happy."

"Except for Aggu," you stated.

"Well, maybe he needs to sit this one out for now," Bianca said. "Also, I think Aggu and Joost's friendship could probably survive anything."

"I can't," you shook your head. "I can't just go to Joost just because I'm not with Aggu anymore. He's gonna think that he's just my rebound, that I don't truly care about him."

"Maybe give it some time," Bianca said and took another sip from her wine glass. "Trust me, that boy is so gone for you," she said and your heart fluttered at the possibility of Bianca being right. "He is gonna wait for you no matter how long it will take."

That evening you texted the two boys.

Are we alright? I don't want things to be weird between us.

It's alright, we're gonna be alright, (Y/N)

For all it's worth, I had a great time with you

Me too <3

Hey

Hey

Me and Aggu aren't a thing anymore...

I know. Aggu told me

Of course he did haha

Are you alright?

Yes. I'm sorry about the other night. I should have trusted you. I feel so stupid.

It's fine. Aggu fucked up. You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry I put you in that situation.

Don't feel sorry. It wasn't so bad of a situation.

[feyd-meowtha]

Christmas AU officially has a title and it is Take Me Home, Country Roads!

To celebrate have this lil moodboard of highly strung Yuppie Gale Cleven in the late 80s. A man who is about the have simultaneously the best and worst two days of his life.

[blooming-violets]

I was looking your post about "Location based smut prompts", I really liked the possibilities of "Nature > 1 - sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic". So I decided to be sassy and ask you to develop it, for our joy 🫦

Stormy Skies || TASM Smut

[tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader]

WC: 1k

General Warning: Don't have sex in a meadow during a storm. You will get struck by lightning and die.

The distant rolling of thunder rumbled through her chest and reverberated around her bones. 

There was a warm, summer breeze in the air that carried on its back the earthy smell of rain. 

Peter insisted that the skies wouldn’t open up but she was beginning to doubt his confident claims.

Long, green grass swayed and danced around the oasis of their blanket raft like tumbling ocean waves.  

The oncoming storm echoed their own building desires. Firm hands rolled up her arms, cresting over the dip of her shoulders, and ticking behind her neck to draw her closer. Mocha colored eyes with caramel swirls gazed deep into her own, letting her know exactly what he was thinking without having to speak a word. 

She wasn’t sure. 

Her eyes glanced up to the stormy skies above them. 

“Shh,” he soothed her worries. “We’re safe.”

“But if lightning- oh.”

His hands slipped up her dress as he leaned over, pressing her into the soft blanket, and quelling her thoughts before they could finish. 

With Peter nestling his hips between her thighs, worry blew away in a gust of summer wind.  

She could taste fresh watermelon on his lips as her tongue traced along them. She sought out the flavors of their lunch. Slices of juicy watermelon. Homemade lemonade. The slight saltiness of potato chips. 

His large hand engulfed her breast over her dress. Cupping it in his palm. Rubbing his thumb over her nipple until he could feel it tighten and push out against the fabric. 

He slid her strap down her shoulder so he could pull down the dress enough to capture the waiting bud in his sweet lips. 

Her eyes sought upwards to gaze into the graying heavens while he nursed at her breast. 

A cool, fat drop of rain fell down.

Landing on her forehead. 

Rolling down the slope of her nose. 

Soaking into the warm skin of her cheek. 

Tension rippled down her spine and bloomed a hunger of desire. 

She wanted to be one with nature. 

Soaked in its glory. 

Engaging in the most natural, timeless act two beings could do. 

Nothing else mattered but making love to Peter while the storm grew around them. 

Those fingers brushing against the thin cotton fabric, stroking along her wettening slit, teasing over her eager clitoris. 

Little strokes. Awakening her body. Deepening her breaths until she was nearly gasping. 

His hot mouth, still tending to her breast with nibbling kisses. 

Her hands tangled in the mess of his chestnut hair. Tugging at him. Pulling him back up to her face so she could shower him with kisses of her own. 

Tongues colliding. 

Watermelon and salt. 

Hints of sweet lemon. 

He only broke the passion of her kiss to tug down her underwear. Unzipping his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. 

She wanted to reach out and touch him. Take him into her mouth. Feel him in her hand. 

But Peter was too hot. 

Too needy. 

Her thighs fell to the side, accommodating the weight of his body between them. 

Light, cool raindrops tickled her face.

The sky was starting to leak. 

Letting go. 

Joining them in their building desires. 

Peter pressed his forehead against hers. Blocking her from the drizzle. Gazing with a burning love into her eyes. Watching her intently as he led his cock into its favorite home. 

She nearly cried out when he impaled her. Slow and true. 

Her eyes widened, back arching, mouth opening into a silent gasp. 

His arms wrapped around her head in a protective embrace. 

Forehead nuzzled to hers. 

Lips seeking her skin. 

Reassuring kisses. 

Soft whispers of love. 

Her hips rocked against him. It was impossible to stay still with him inside of her. 

Waves of pleasure rolling up her back and warming her stomach, mimicking the feeling of rumbling thunder over head. 

The torrent of sensations electrifying her skin. 

Creating her own lightning from her body. 

Dark skies opened up. 

Rain flooded from the heavens. 

Drenching through Peter’s hair. Plastering it to his face. Soaking through his clothes. Seeping into the blanket under her. 

He acted as her personal umbrella. Keeping her as dry as he could with his body. 

Thrusting of hips. 

Cries deafened by claps of thunder. 

Colliding together in an explosion of undying pleasure. 

One with mother earth. One of the grass and clouds and rain. 

Making love in the meadow. 

Her body swayed in rhythm to every moaning breath, every gasping inhale, every rumbling of thunder in the distance. 

Lost in a storm of passion. Her thoughts coming and going like flashes of lightning. All she could feel was Peter and the rain. 

Pure desire coursing through her veins. 

Her Peter. Her love. Treating her to the most beautiful human experience she could imagine. 

Better than a dream. 

Her world began to move. Shifting. Trusting him with her soul. Her body. Everything she had to give belonged to him. To take as he pleased. 

He would treat her right.

He would love her like a man was meant to. 

Her shoulders flexed as the tension built. 

An unstoppable march like the rain cascading around them.

Pushing her to an animalistic, wild freedom. 

Growing. 

Climbing. 

Reaching. 

A tempest of raging rain and thunder twisting her insides where they connected. 

She almost wanted to fight it. Afraid to let the moment fall from her grasp. 

Wanting to live in this building moment of bliss for the rest of time. 

But there was no stopping a lightning strike. 

“Peter!” 

His name was magic on her lips. Her saving grace. The one and only name she called out when she was at her lowest or highest. 

The only name there ever was, ever needed to be. 

The most perfect name in all of human history. 

Peter. 

Her body shook. Her voice breaking into a staggered cry. 

Explosion moved her stomach as it scrunched inward and stretched back out with her aching spine. 

Uncontained energy. 

Melding with the claps of thunder and breaking free as a white light of cracking electricity lit up the blackened sky. 

She was the lightning. She was the thunder. She was the impending storm. 

She was the soothing rain cooling her back down, keeping her mind from getting lost, tethering her tightly to her lover. 

Peter was kissing her cheek. Gliding down her jaw. Nipping at her ear. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured against her heated skin. 

He loved her orgasms. Loved making her feel everything. Loved watching her unravel. 

Loved her. 

His hips were still moving though his pace had slowed to let her recover from her shaking orgasm. He was waiting for her to finish before he even dared to attempt to receive his own pleasure. 

Always her first.

Her sweet, wonderful Peter. 

She shoved his shoulder, rolling him onto his back so she could take control. 

She straddled his hips, rising above him like a goddess. 

Her hair tossed around her face as the wind picked up. The rain soaked through her dress, leaving it nearly see through, letting Peter see the swell of her round stomach and outline of her breasts. Dark, shadowed nipples poked out against the wet fabric, leaving him hungry to suck upon them.

But she denied him that gift like he denied her the taste of his cock. 

It was his turn to become one with the storm. 

She came down to grind him into her. 

Rolling her hips along with the thunder. 

Sinking as deep as he could go, connecting them once more. 

Peter’s head fell back, his eyes rolling to a close, and his lips parting into a pant. 

His hands reached up to grab hold of her hips, needing to feel her in his grasp. 

The scent of wet dirt filled her nostrils and she breathed it deeply into her very soul.

She knew him better than anyone. She knew he was close. 

She worked him with her hips, doing her best to squeeze onto him with her clenching walls. 

Riding above him in the pouring rain while a storm raged on made her feel powerful. 

Like she could do anything. 

Be anyone. 

This was her world and she was the master of it. 

Peter’s tiny cries and whimpers fueled her own power. 

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed down at him. “Cum for me. Fill me.” 

He whined and his hips began to buck with frantic, jerking thrusts. 

She couldn’t tell if those were tears or rain drops running down his cheek so she leaned down to kiss them away, offering him all her love. 

His arms wrapped around her back to hold her closer, stilling her in place with an iron clad grasp, and taking over the brunt of the thrust work to get himself exactly where he needed to be. 

His orgasm was nearly as powerful as her own. 

Pulsing into her, filling her, flooding her with warmth. 

“Oh, yes, Peter,” she cried. 

She worked her hips the best she could against him with his arm holding her in place at his chest. 

Desperate to keep his orgasm going for as long as she could. 

Lightning lit up the sky once more. 

Followed by a crack of ear splitting thunder directly overhead.

As if on instinct, Peter tucked her into his grasp, and flipped her under him, shielding her from any potential threats. 

Worried eyes blinked down at her, only to soften once he caught sight of her gazing back up at him with a humored love. 

They both broke into a chorus of laughter. 

His fingers traced along her temple, brushing back wet hair, and leaving soft kisses in its place. 

“I think we should get back to the car before we die,” he whispered, stealing one last kiss from her lips.

Remember!

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Skiing

@wolfstarmicrofic December 20, word count 386

“Alright, Prongs, let her rip!” Sirius yelled excitedly as he grasped the end of the rope he’d tied to James’s Cleansweep and made sure the sticking charm he’d cast on his shoes to attach them to the skis he’d found at the back of the cupboard in Filch’s office last week and had been waiting for it to snow so he could try out broom skiing; a sport of his own invention. He bent his knees and he was off. 

The skis cut through the banks of snow as James picked up a bit of speed. “WOOHOO!!!!” He screamed as James flew closer to the forbidden forest. “YES, PRONGS, FASTER, FASTER!!!!” This was such a thrill. 

James turned his broom as they approached the tree line, and Sirius leaned with him, changing the direction of the skis towards the black lake. 

They’d nearly finished their lap. He could see McGonagall waving her arms at him through her office window on the seventh floor. He took a hand off the rope and blew her a kiss. He turned his head forward again and saw he was at the wrong angle. “REMUS, MOVE!!!! He squealed, letting go of the rope and trying to stop himself, but it was too late, he was going too fast. 

He crashed right into Remus, knocking the other boy off his feet in a flurry of snow and skis. “Shit, Remus, are you alright?” He gasped as he extracted his limbs from around Remus and tried to help him to his feet. Remus narrowed his eyes at him and got to his feet without Sirius’s help. He brushed the snow off his cloak.

“Show off,” Remus spat and stormed back up to the castle, limping slightly. 

Sirius let out a sigh. He’d hoped showing off in front of Remus might impress him enough that when he asked him to go to Hogsmeade with him on a date, he might say yes. It was not looking good. This was the last time he listened to James. He’d been trying for years to get Evans to pay attention to him with stupid stunts like this. That’s when it hit him. He slapped his palm to his forehead. He’d been so stupid. All he needed to win Remus over was chocolate. 

He wrenched the broken skis from his feet and followed Remus’s footprints back into the castle, making a pitstop by the kitchens before he hurried after Remus so he could apologise properly and ask him out. He had a really good feeling about this plan. 

[suhtorus]

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐skyfall. geto suguru

part one. sunrise (her)

⥅ word c. 4,411

⥅ warnings. fem!reader, non sorcerer au (suguru is a grad student), established relationship (suguru and reader live together), mentions of drinking and smoking, domestic fluff, unreliable narrator

𝄢♭bloom ‐ the paper kites / not about angels ‐ birdy / beautiful baby ‐ elizabeth

Before meeting Suguru, you never understood the hype behind sunsets. People often label them as 'majestic' and take endless pictures of the same orange sky when it should be general knowledge that the real beauty resides within the quiet mornings, the world stirring awake and the sky tinting itself in soft hues of blue and pink like a Monet painting. No sunset could ever compare to the crisp and refreshing air that comes with the break of dawn. 

So, if someone were to ask you, you’d pick sunrises in a heartbeat.

Perhaps what makes sunrises better is that you get to see him and his dark hair —that puts the night sky itself to shame— as soon as you wake up, walking down the street with his characteristic hunched over frame as he kicks the rocks standing in his way. He hasn't seen you (which is rare, he's always trying to catch your attention as soon as he rounds the corner of your street), sitting by the open window just two floors above him. But when he finally does, purple eyes stare blankly at you.

"Who–" You watch him squint his eyes, stopping abruptly, and your grin only grows. It takes him two ragged breaths and a gasp to finally address you by your name, "what are you doing up there?"

You wave at him as you lean over the windowsill. He can't be serious, you think to yourself, "I live here, Suguru."

He seems tired, rubbing at his eyes before rushing to the building’s entrance and disappearing from your sight. It wouldn't be a surprise if he had a rough night, suddenly making you feel bad for not making sure you had a warm cup of coffee to welcome him back.

The apartment door opens and Suguru's silhouette slips through, his keys hitting loudly the porcelain bowl by the entrance. You don't even have to think twice, standing up from your spot by the window and meeting him halfway in what has to be the tightest hug you have ever gotten from him.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

He's nuzzling his face against your neck, breathing in the fresh scent of your body wash and leaving a kiss on your skin. His hold on you is so tight yet comforting, just as the silence of the world at six in the morning.

“I know,” your fingers thread through his hair, realizing it's longer than you remembered, “would you like to sleep now or have breakfast first?”

“Cuddles.”

You roll your eyes and tug the hairs at the nape of his head softly, “That wasn’t an option.”

Still in his arms, he guides you towards the bed placed at the corner of the apartment, and once you're under the covers, it's you who now hides your face in his neck.

“Why are you still up?” he asks with his lips against the crown of your hair.

For a moment, you choose to focus on his warm breath caressing your skin. If you tell him you were waiting for him, it's very likely that you’ll end up being scolded.

Shrugging, you nuzzle closer to his chest, seeking more of his warmth, “couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Is your insomnia back?”

“Think so,” you mumble, “but I got to greet you back, so I don't mind.”

It's silent for a while, the only sounds coming from your breaths and the noise of cars driving down the street. The world is slowly waking up, clouds that resemble cotton candy floating in the sky and a light, chill breeze coming through the open window.

“Sugu, you should sleep.”

“I will,” he breathes out, his hold on you tightening for a moment, “now that I have you in my arms.”

“Oh my god, that was so cheesy!”

His chest reverberates with his laugh, lips tugging upwards as he sweeps his tongue across his teeth in a cheeky way. There's no way your heart can watch and not melt as he does that. 

“You never complained before," he tries to defend himself, his smirk coming back as he leans closer to whisper in your ear, "and I know you love it.”

You look up at him, eyes gleaming under the sunlight, and you swear you haven't felt this happy in weeks, “I love you.”

A mix of emotions seems to swirl in his eyes, staring back at yours weirdly. It's hard to pinpoint what's going through his mind, but you can tell that whatever it is, it's troubling him.

“I love you so much more.”

—

It's almost eight pm, and Suguru hasn't woken up.

“Sugu,” you whisper, leaning closer to his face as you search for a sign of consciousness, “you’ll be late.”

“Babe, c’mon… five more minutes?” he groans, voice throaty and laced with sleep.

“We've been sleeping all day!”

His arms circle your waist, pulling you on top of him, “s’all your fault, I was dreaming of you,” he mumbles with his eyes still closed.

“How is that my fault?” you bite back, but when you don't hear a reply from him, you lift your head and rest your chin on his chest.

He fell asleep again.

Removing yourself from his hold, you crawl on top of him until you're so close that your lips brush against his. 

“You'll be late for work,” you start littering kisses all over his jaw and watch as his brows furrow slightly, “I shouldn’t have let you nap after we had lunch.”

Still half asleep, he cups your face between his hands and pulls you down for a kiss. It's lazy and a bit clumsy, you blame it on the fact that he just woke up. But after getting a taste of him, you're tempted to ask him to stay.

With his hands still at the sides of your face, he pulls your mouths apart and gazes lovingly at your face, brushing a few strands of hair away from it. Suguru's eyes always make your knees falter, and your heart tremble, especially when they focus on yours.

“How did you sleep?” he asks before squinting his eyes at you, “wait– did you even sleep?”

“Yeah, yeah, I did. No need to start nagging at me.”

He yawns, stretching his arms above his head while you climb off of him, “I need to shower.”

“Yeah, you stink,” you fake a gag only to squeal a second later when he pinches your sides.

Finally, he gets on his feet, and you watch your boyfriend get closer to you. Sometimes you forget how imposing his presence can be, his height and large frame suddenly making you feel small under his stare.

“Shower with me,” he rasps out in your ear, hands grabbing you by your hips as he begins to nip at your neck. 

“O-Oh?” with a raised eyebrow and warm cheeks, you nod bashfully and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, “lead the way.”

The sound of your giggles fills the small apartment as he carries you bridal style towards the bathroom, his own laugh joining yours.

—

“Don’t forget your wallet!”

He's running late, just as you predicted. 

With his hair still damp from the shower, he runs from one side to the other collecting his stuff, “what would I do without you?”

Shaking your head, you watch as he finally makes his way to the door and picks up his coat.

“Work hard! I'll be waiting for you.”

Suguru stops abruptly, his hand already on the doorknob as he grimaces, “I should probably tell you not to, but… ugh fuck it, I’ll be selfish.”

He leans forward to kiss you, his free hand holding you by the back of your neck as the other remains on the door knob. Unfortunately, the kiss ends as quickly as it began.

In your daze, you barely have a chance to smile back at him as he waves goodbye.

“See you at sunrise!”

“Again? ”

You grimace when Suguru’s loud voice disrupts the peaceful morning. It’s still pretty early, the streets empty and void of other souls besides nature blooming around you, waking up to another spring morning. 

But besides the white cat climbing down the roof and the trail of ants on the wall, it’s just you and him.

Your heart warms up in familiar delight, and you wonder if there will ever be a day in which your chest won’t feel like expanding and shrinking at the same time just at the sight of his handsome smile. A small fit of giggles escapes you as you shake your head disapprovingly, a finger placed on your lips signaling him to be quiet.

“Again.”

Blowing him a kiss from your spot, you snicker as you watch his grin widen, his long legs moving faster towards the building. Good thing he seems as eager as you are, you’ve always hated how long it takes him to reach the front door of your apartment.

As soon as he gets inside, he comes face to face with you and immediately goes for your lips, both mouths meeting in a soft kiss as you stand at the door.

Your surroundings seem to blur around you, his scent invading your mind and his touch melting your skin. The emotions stirring in you are so strong that almost have you in tears. It’s becoming too much, and yet you refuse to part from his lips, knowing that it would only make room for the emptiness again.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, eyelashes fluttering as you slowly open your eyes and gaze at him, his tender gaze already fixed on you.

“I smell food,” he murmurs against your lips, pecking your nose afterward, “waffles?”

Humming, you bury your face in his chest, allowing his warmth to envelop you, “you probably haven’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

His hand rubs circles on your back as he chuckles. You really don’t want to let go of him, but the food’s growing cold. So, against your will, you squirm away from his grasp and start dragging him by his hand.

The kitchen is just a few steps away, a small white table sitting in the center with a fake succulent on it, and two plates full of freshly cooked food. It took you a quick trip to the grocery store since there only seemed to be pizza leftovers in the fridge (quite unusual of him, you’re actually planning on asking him about it later).

“What do you think?”

His eyebrows raise slightly and his mouth parts in quiet awe, his purple irises shining with hues of amber thanks to the sunlight filtering through the window. Those same eyes suddenly switch from the food to your face, and your knees falter, there’s a glee in them that you haven’t seen in a long time, and it fills your insides with butterflies until they threaten to spill out of your mouth.

“I fucking love you. You know that, right?” he says after cupping your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering and refusing to look away from you.

The laugh that bubbles in your chest only makes his grin widen, raw adoration and happiness emanating from the both of you. You leave a light peck of affection on his jaw and then push him toward his seat.

“You’re gonna love me even more once you taste it.”

“Impossible.”

The dumb smile refuses to leave your lips, your cheeks hurting and muscles cramping, but that’s Suguru’s effect on you: his mere presence is enough to make you smile in a love struck daze.

He groans after taking the first bite, “this,” he says after swallowing, pointing at the half-eaten waffle with his fork, “tastes heavenly. I missed your cooking so much, baby.”

Taking the compliment with a bashful smile, you choose to focus on your food and begin to eat as well. 

“I noticed you’re walking to work now. Did something happen to your car?” you ask trying to start some small talk and at the same time, it was one of the many questions you have sitting at the back of your mind.

“I'm trying this new thing called being eco-friendly.”

A loud gasp leaves your throat, “You’re such a hypocrite! If you cared about that, you wouldn’t ask for straws at restaurants!”

“Hey,” he points a finger at you, “that’s for the turtles, not the planet.”

“Huh? Even worse?!”

The amusement in his features only enhances his attractive looks, even if it’s so early in the morning and right after having a night shift, he always manages to remind you what a handsome man he is. You huff and pout involuntarily, it truly isn’t fair.

“Relax, I use the metal straws you gave me,” he reaches out across the table to pinch your cheek, “I'm not that evil.”

Still with a slight pout on your lips, you stand up and go to the fridge in order to fill your drinks. 

“Could you pass me a Red Bull?” he calls from behind you, and you frown.

“Suguru, it’s seven in the morning.”

He hums, “Yeah, and I don’t want to fall asleep during my 9 am lecture.”

“Then drink cold water,” you offer, closing the door of the fridge after fetching the jar of juice for you and filling his glass with water, “you’ll get an arrhythmia one of these days.”

You see him sigh once he sees you return with no sight of a Red Bull in your hands, but you aren’t backing down. With a pointed look, you silently stand your ground until he seems to give up.

“Fine, no energy drinks.” 

You nod, relieved that he’s finally listening to you. God, when did he become that stubborn? 

He takes a sip of his water, a tiny smirk stretching his lips around the rim of the glass as he stares at you, “I’ll just buy a coffee on my way to class, then.”

“Suguru!”

“What?”

—

Watching Suguru sleep has always comforted you. A dreamy sigh leaves your lips as you observe the way his dark eyelashes rest above his cheekbones, hiding those beautiful eyes you fell in love with just a few years ago.

It hasn’t been long since you woke up, the room dark and barely illuminated by the setting sun. The shadows of the trees dance all over the walls as they sway thanks to the wind, a low whistle coming from the windows as the wind picks on its strength and clashes against the glass.

You don’t think it can get any more peaceful than that.

In a matter of minutes, the sky begins to turn darker, which means he has to be up soon so he can make it to work on time. Moving closer to his side, you peck his cheek and whisper a soft ‘hi’ once you feel his arm drape over your waist.

“Hello, pretty girl,” his voice is hoarse and heavy with sleep, a lazy smirk gracing his lips. That is until he notices the pendant hanging from your neck, “where did you find that?” 

Your hand automatically wraps around it, smiling to yourself as you look down to examine it, “Oh! It was in your drawer. So weird because I thought I had it with me.”

“You must’ve left it.”

His tone turns dry, which makes you look up from your chest and notice the distant look in his eyes, immediately confusing you. Weird, he seemed fine just seconds ago?

“Do you remember when you gave it to me?” you shuffle closer, wanting to keep at bay whatever thoughts he’s having since it’s clear they aren’t pleasant, “honestly, I still had my doubts about you… back then, I mean.”

“Why?” His lips turn into the cutest pout you’ve ever seen, and it almost makes you lose your train of thought.

How is he so cute? You think to yourself. Even after three years since you met, all it takes is a smile from him, and you’re putty in his hands.

“I never thought you’d like me back, and I was waiting for someone to tell me it was a bet or a dream.”

And it had truly felt like one. As silly as it sounded, it all seemed too good to be true, which meant you were bound to have your doubts. The good morning texts, walking to class together, and spending hours in his dorm studying for your exams; Suguru behaved like a true gentleman, through and through.

Falling in love with him has to be the easiest thing you've ever done. He captured your heart in a matter of weeks, and a year later, on your first anniversary, clasped a necklace around your neck—giving you a piece of him to carry with you.

He caresses your cheek lovingly, bringing you back from the lovely memories before speaking, “I know I was a broke college student, but I wasn't that broke to make our relationship a bet.”

You quickly stand up to pick up a pillow and throw it at him, laughing as he scrunches up his face before he receives the hit. 

“Asshole.”

Suguru laughs and watches you walk away once he removes the pillow from his head, answering back with that sweet voice of his, “sweetheart.”

“We should do something special,” you say as you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him, the last rays of sun hitting your body and casting an ethereal glow around you, “our anniversary is coming up.”

He seems to be in a daze for a second, his stare fixed on you and an emotion you had yet to see from him brimming from his eyes.

“Yeah, we should.”

“Alright,” Suguru looks so funny with his hands on his hips while standing in the middle of the empty street, “as much as I love coming home to you waiting for me, you need to get some sleep.”

You dismiss his comment with a wave of your hand, focusing instead on the hues of blue shining behind him.

“Whatever.”

Less than two minutes later, he’s finally in your arms, his embrace tight as he rocks your bodies softly to the tune of your morning playlist.

“If I'm asleep, I can't give you your good morning kiss, y’know?”

He’s getting tired of your excuses, and it’s so easy to tell by the way he no longer fights you. However, that doesn't stop him from punishing you for it. 

Your vision turns upside down as he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to bed, blatantly ignoring your complaints.

“I think it’s time I tell you the story of a woman that refused to sleep at night,” he settles you under the covers, his arm resting under your neck while the other pinches your cheek, “so the devil himself came to visit her.”

“Suguru…” you trail off, a sense of dread quickly creeping over you, “don’t.”

Ignoring you, he continues, “she liked to sit by the window–”

“Noooo, stop! I'll sleep, I promise!”

“Don’t be rude and stop interrupting me,” he squishes your cheeks together and stares at you with fake anger, “also, I don't believe you anymore.”

There's nothing else for you to do but pout, knowing he's going to use your fear of ghosts to his advantage.

“As I was saying, she sat by the window until one night a group of people stopped by. They gave her a box and told her to keep it, and that they’d come back for it the next day.”

By now, you have your face tucked against his arm, hiding half of it, while the blanket covers your ears.

“However, in the morning, she opened the box and found a dead cat,” he doesn’t even need a dramatic pause to have you gasping in surprise, a cold chill running all over your body, “a priest told her that the dead were trying to curse her since she was disrupting their time to roam the living world, so he advised her to get a living cat in the box and return it.”

Where does Suguru get all his crazy stories? You have no idea. But this one took the ball out of the park.

His face is still serious as he finishes the story, “they showed up that night, three in the morning sharp, and asked for the box. She returned it with the cat inside, and luckily they left her alone.” his tone quickly switches to a chirpy one and smiles, “that’s why you should sleep at night!”

“Suguru, you’re so mean,” you whine, “what if they show up? You know I like staying up at night!

“Not my problem.”

A slap to his shoulder with your hand comes as an immediate response.

“Ow! Who’s being mean now?” he rubs the spot you hit, but he’s so close to losing it, his eyes crinkling as he tries not to laugh.

“You asked for it,” you reply in a low mumble, and he finally gives in to the hilariousness of the situation.

“C’mere, baby. Let’s sleep,” he sees your cheeks squished against the pillow and pinches them, cooing at you at the same time, “so cute.”

Like a spell, you feel your eyelids become heavy, and you find yourself wrapped in his arms, his scent lulling you to a state of calmness.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

—

Suguru's hoodie sits on the bed as he gets ready for another shift. You’ve been watching him get ready for the past ten minutes, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of it.

“How’s 'toru?” you ask, not remembering when was the last time you saw your boyfriend’s best friend. Just like him, he also worked the night shifts at the bar while balancing his last year in grad school, “I don’t think I've seen him around.”

Satoru practically lived in your apartment, loving how you always spoil him and side with him. To this day, Suguru says he regrets introducing him to you.

He leans down to your level and whispers, “you know how he gets during finals,” his fingers grasp a few strands of your hair to play with and doesn't say anything else.

“Well, tell him to come visit, so he can rest a bit. Also, he promised to watch a romcom every Saturday with me.”

This finally gets his attention, his eyebrows raising in interest, “why can’t you watch it with me?”

“You said you didn’t want to,” you shrug, “too cheesy for your liking or some shit like that.”

Suguru stands up to his full height again and grabs his hoodie, almost ready to go to the bar, “I'll bring popcorn when I get back, how’s that sound?”

You follow him to the door, watching as he slips his shoes on before turning around to face you, “are you sure? I know it's not the kind of genre you usually like to watch.” 

“I won't let a movie stop me from spending time with my girlfriend,” he smiles and kisses your lips with a long and noisy peck that makes your heart happy, “and we are playing Mario Kart after.”

“But I suck at Mario Kart!” 

“Exactly.”

—

It’s almost time for Suguru to come home and since the last few days have felt like the honeymoon phase when you moved in together, you decide you should spoil him with warm tea and a few of his favorite pastries. 

As you make sure to turn off the stove and place the kettle safely on top of it, you hear the familiar jiggle of keys at the door. He steps in with his shoulders slumped and his eyes red, a very unusual sight that, truthfully, scares you a bit.

You walk up to him with the intent of helping him get rid of his clothes, to comfort him, but a particular smell catches your attention.

“You smoked,” it wasn’t a question.

He grimaces in return, “I'll go brush my teeth.”

You follow him to the bathroom, observing him splash water on his face before picking up his toothbrush.

“Rough night?”

He looks at you through the mirror and stares at your reflection for what feels like an eternity, but then he just shrugs, places his toothbrush back next to yours, and exits the bathroom.

“You could say so.”

“Can you believe you’re almost done with your master's? You're graduating this semester, right?”

As soon as you see him nod, you beam and clap your hands together.

“We should celebrate! Is the bottle of white wine still in the fridge?” but with a shake of his head, you have your answer, “then let’s go to the store, my treat! I'll get you your favorite beers too.”

“Isn’t it too early?” he takes a look at his watch and indeed it is early, barely past seven in the morning, “and I don't drink.”

Your smile falters a bit, confused at his last statement, “since when?”

“A few months ago,” he kisses the top of your head before pouring the boiling water in a cup.

You drop the subject and choose to focus on something else, excited to see his new future approaching, “what's the plan, then? Moving to a bigger place?”

His smile turns into a sad one and shakes his head, “I want us to stay here.”

It feels like someone just threw a bucket of cold water at you, your senses sharper than ever and your mind free of the fog that clouded it. It's unsettling how it's all laced with a hint of dread, no longer being able to smile until you make sure he faces your reality.

“You can’t.”

The answer is immediate, his body turning rigid and the defensiveness radiating off of him almost palpable.

“Why not?” he retaliates, his tone harsh and cold, “we’ve been living here since we graduated, you like this place.”

So that was the reason? A fond smile settles on your lips, and a bittersweet feeling takes over you. Pushing his cup aside, you move closer to him, your hands cupping his cheeks and making him look at you.

Like a switch, Suguru’s eyes fill with tears, glistening like the prettiest amethyst, even though the sight breaks your heart. You have never seen him so broken, your own heart aching at the sight of your boyfriend on the verge of breaking down in your arms. 

But you can’t drag this on and keep fooling yourselves.

“It's time to let go, Suguru.”

End of part one.

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First, omg YOUR ZUTARA ART! It's so so beautiful I want to weep.

Do you have any Zutara fic recs? I need some more Zutara in my life lol

Hi! That's so sweet, thank you ❤️

Most of my free time is spent reading, but I almost never save the links...and can never seem to remember the names and/or authors of the fics.

Luckily I saved the links for some of my absolute favorite fics! There are a lot of truly breathtaking works out there and, sadly, I can't mention them all. These are some names in a very long list of favorites. I hope you enjoy them ❤️

Vermillion Seas, Cardinal Skies by @geothewriter

New directions and re-imagined canon events race toward a different endgame. From lighting bending to bloodbending and deal-making in the Spirit World, this canon-divergent/adjacent AU travels a new road, where unforeseen experiences shape who our heroes are, and who they will become. A Zutara slowburn.

Forgetting is a kind of mercy by @nerdylizj

It's death by a thousand cuts, Katara thinks. Saying goodbye to their old lives, forging ahead with whatever amalgamation of reality once they both fully remember everything, whatever reality that may be. Yet, two tethers between them will remain. Or, Five years after Katara and Zuko go missing in Ba Sing Se, Kya and Lee are found living peacefully in the Earth Kingdom countryside.

Eight Years Later by @starlight-tea-writing

Eight years after Sozin’s Comet, everyone’s lives have begun to take shape, their responsibilities pulling them further and further apart. The last three years have been broken up with infrequent and hurried meetings and get togethers, but by happenstance, things play out a little differently for the eighth anniversary of the End of War. Follow what happens in the year after all of Team Avatar gets together again and the found family re-finds each other and grows even larger. Zutara centric, Sukka, Toph/OC, Aang/OC Irregular updates, Saturdays only.

The White Lotus Zuko series by @calcliffbas

Zuko becomes one of the good guys a little earlier than usual, and joins Aang, Sokka and Katara in Omashu. A canon-adjacent series featuring friendship, humor, and romance.

The Spirit Trap by @leradny

In the Southern Water Tribe, Hakoda teaches his second son Katara to channel the grief over the death of his mother in a healthy way. In the Fire Nation Capital, Ozai tries to betroth his eldest daughter Princess Zuko to Iroh's son, and Ursa has to explain why that's not a good idea. [AU: Switched Genders, but just for Zuko and Katara]

Everything I Am by we-were-angels(untilwefallinlove)

There is something inevitable about them; like the certainty of the sun in the morning and the moon and all her stars at night. After all is said in done, how will history tell their stories? (Set after the One Hundred Year War and the years following.)

[trek-tracks]

We found Spock in a Spockless place

[undertheopensky]

If You Can't Say Anything Nice 2

Whumptober Day 31: Emptiness

Characters: Sky, Legend

Trigger warnings: Anxiety, Bullying, Miscommunication

AN: No, I don’t know why this and only this decided to be in past tense. I just work here, folks, and barely at that.

Read on Ao3!

Missed the first instalment? Read it here!

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Truth be told, the first time Wild called Legend for dinner and got nothing more than a nod and a thumbs-up, Sky had wondered if something was wrong. The veteran was terse, but not quiet. Was he not feeling well?

Then it kept happening. Moments Legend should have filled with a comment went empty. He stopped chipping in at story time over the fire. When Hyrule tried to draw him into conversation, he stayed silent, just nodding or shrugging or shaking his head.

The night Sky saw him sitting away from the fire, staring blankly off into the forest and hugging himself, he had to intervene. He had to at least try to reach out, even if prickly Legend snapped at him for it.

(He doesn’t. He shatters.)

He got the story between fits of near-silent weeping. Offering help and being rebuffed, time and time again. Trying to joke, only to have someone yell and call him a bully. Constantly told off for speaking his mind – was he really such a horrible person, that no one else could stand hearing his thoughts? he asked. Why was he always so mean? He didn’t understand.

And that – that broke Sky’s heart.

Legend was crying in earnest now. The wet, choked noises managed what his withdrawal hadn’t, catching attention from across the fire. Twilight rolled his eyes, a smile playing around his lips, and opened his mouth to say something –

Without blinking Sky hurled his belt knife.

The whole camp froze. Twilight sat stiff, the knife just kissing his ear where it had sunk hilt-deep into the tree behind him. Wind had jumped and spilled half a waterskin on his tunic. Everyone was staring wide-eyed at the sudden and seemingly unprovoked violence from sleepy Sky.

Legend missed it. He had buried his head in his knees, muffling his already-strangled sobs. Gently, Sky drew his sailcloth around Legend’s shoulders, then turned to rapidly sign, You were about to say something mean. He’s upset, and you were going to poke fun.

Warriors huffed and made as if to comment, only to pale when Sky reached for his carving knife next. Carefully, he raised his hands, and when that didn’t earn Sky’s ire signed We’re only joking. We always bicker with Legend, we don’t mean anything by it.

Legend doesn’t know that, Sky signed, stone-faced.

Warriors looked stunned. Under his scars, Wild had gone an awful grey.

You’re always telling him how mean or rude he is, Sky continued. You called him a bully last week for trying to help Wind. He hasn’t said anything in days, and when he breaks down, your first reaction is to tease him for it. I don’t think Legend’s the mean one here.

Piece said, Sky turned back to Legend and dragged him into a tight hug. Legend flinched, briefly, then clung back. Legend had always been a little aloof, but now Sky wondered if he’d been misreading it all along.

Legend had been on seven adventures in eight years. How much time did that leave, Sky wondered, for learning how to be a person again in between?

Legend sobbed into his shoulder. He was still trying to hide it, huddled into Sky’s side, terrified of whatever judgement awaited him.

Not enough. Not nearly enough.

[tornado1992]

“One way dream” but it’s a lullaby Sonic sings or hums for Tails while hugging him whenever there’s a thunderstorm so he doesn’t get too scared.