#the literal tea is SCORCHING MY FRIENDS

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From Eden to Sit at Your Door | Part 2 |

Kurt Wagner x Reader | 2.1k words

A/N: Not my favorite chapter so far, debating on going back and editing. Slightly proof read

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You awoke on your beaten down couch in your flat. Your head pounds and swims at the same time. You try to scrape your mind for any fragments of what happened before. This is the worst hangover ever.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, and a tan trench coat slumps down into your lap. The scent of scorched embers assaults your nose, making your neurons fire off. The fuzzy memory of a blue man, quite literally, leaving you on a rooftop comes to mind. His hands rummaging your wallet. How chilly it felt…

You shiver as you throw your legs over, setting the coat down beside you. You begin to slowly get to your feet but notice something in its pocket. You pull it out, running the cool, smooth beads through your fingers. It’s a rosary, and a beautiful one at that. Made of what seems to be genuine mineral rocks and rose beads. The sculpted crucifixion of Christ has gold painting the edges, but it’s clearly worn down through touch.

You chew the inside of your cheek. Things are growing curiouser and curiouser. You place it back down on the coat and shamble off into your kitchen. You bend down, gathering your kettle from the cabinet, but freeze. You hear the soft, airy breathing of someone else. It’s faint, but there.

You grit your teeth, close your eyes as you take a deep breath and rise. You go on with your little task, filling the kettle with water. The breathing is still there, so at least you’re not hallucinating it. The kitchen is dark, and you blink as you read the clock as 2 a.m. What the hell happened to you? You would, normally, flick on the lights to make it much easier to see, but that could tip off whoever is here. Luckily, you could navigate your flat with your eyes closed.

Once the kettle was full, you whip around. In one fluid movement, you throw nearly the entirety of its contents out in front of you.

Out comes a yelp, and you look to see two yellow lights, beaming at you. “Friend!” He huffs, hair drenched. “What was that for?” He jumps off the top of your fridge, approaching you with his palms visible to ease you.

“Kurt?” You cock your head to the side and place the kettle down. “What are you doing here? Why on top of my fridge?” That alarmed you most, instead of, perhaps, the fact he seemingly broke into your home.

Water dribbles and drips down your fridge, creating a puddle on the linoleum. “I was taking care of you, friend.” He sighs, grabbing a small dish towel to try and get the loose water out of his hair and off his clothes. “It is not a wash day.” He grumbles to himself. He shakes out his limbs, like a dog, before offering a toothy smile. “I was worried, friend.”

“Worried?” You wince, the headache ebbing in intensity. You hold your temple. “What for?” Your patience at your own inability to remember is diminishing. “I just… I remember having tea and then…”

“And then?” He repeats, his tail flicking to your table, wrapping around an apple and bringing it forth to his mouth. He takes a bite. “You don’t remember the rooftops? The police?” He asks, chunks of apple in his maw.

You shake your head, laughing even. He must be insane. “No, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But then, you stare. You stare at him, like before, inching closer to truly get his details. You get a sense of D��jà vu, realizing this man is blue and does have a tail. What?!

He rips another bite from the apple’s flesh. “Oh dear, well then I must enlighten you.” He reaches into a pocket, pulling out what looks like a long slender tube that comes to a needle-point. There’s English inscribed on the side. “Do you remember this?”

You narrow your eyes, your gut telling you it’s familiar. “A… A little.”

“It’s a mutant tranquilizer, friend.” He begins, lackadaisically tossing it in the air, like a toy. “It only works on mutants. It feels freezing cold, like… Drenched in water.” His eyes dart to the empty kettle before letting out a hearty chuckle. Your cheeks flush pink. “You were hit, in the liver. I had to leave you at a bell tower, for which I am greatly sorry, but it was necessary.”

His summary is jogging your memory. The events of a few hours prior begin to bleed into your mind. “R-Right.” Adrenaline starts to pump through you again. The panic of the chase, the shot, everything comes crashing into you at once.

“I had to do some digging. I found your address by your ID, but I am no fool. They don’t call me The Great Nightcrawler for nothing.” He offers you a wink and a smile. It eases you a smidge. “I scouted out the area, ensuring you would be safe, and then brought you here. You’ve slept off the drug.”

“Is it completely out of my system?” You lean back, resting your palms on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Absolutely, my friend, I assure you.” He grins wider. “You don’t need to fret, there is no side effects. And even if there is, I have a barrel of antidotes.”

You tumble his words in your head, trying to make sense of it all. “Wait… You said it was mutant tranquilizer. Does it work on humans?”

He shakes his head, “No, it does not. Something in its makeup has it target those with the activated X gene.”

“But… Then that means…” You shake your head, your world, your perception, shattering and crumbling before your very eyes. “I’m not a mutant.” You’re adamant, but an anxious laugh slips out. “I’m just blind, that’s it. That’s it!”

Kurt steps closer, gently taking your hands in his. The warmth is comforting, the touch is alien. Your cheeks burn a little hotter, your breathing hastening. His two fingers are an odd sensation, expecting the normal five, but you hold on nonetheless. “Friend, dear, do you remember sitting at the table with me? You were able to hear the police blocks down from us, and through the chatter of the crowds. That is not… ‘Normal.’”

You nervously rub circles into his one knuckle, chewing your cheek to the point you taste iron. “But, I-“ You scramble to build some defense, some excuse. “I don’t-“ You have to admit it. “I didn’t know it was… Inhuman.” You lower your head, glancing away. You stare at the grout of your kitchen  tiles, focusing on the pathways and intersections to calm yourself. “I never… I never noticed it being strange to others. I always chalked it up to the idea of missing one sense heightens the others.”

“Friend, you were able to notice me. You, who lacks sight, noticed me. Even the best of the best struggle to find me in the dark.” His smile is sweet, sweeter than any cup of tea you’ve had. “You are just like me.”

His words dance in your head, your heart flutters. Like him? You are a mutant? As a child you played with the idea, as many did. Due to the delay in expressing the X gene, commonly in puberty or under great duress, children of all ages played with the idea of becoming the next superhero. Even you.  

But now that it was staring you dead in the face, you wish you could take it all back.

You swallow, opening your mouth to speak, but the words get stuck in your throat. Kurt offers a squeeze. “It’s alright, it’s okay to be scared.” He drops his voice to a whisper. “I was too, you know.”

That has you snort. “You? Scared?”

He nods. “Yes, I was. I was scared when the X-Men came to my door, seeking me out. I thank God they came for me.”

Wait. Hold on. The X-Men? “The X-Men? Kurt, you don’t mean to say-“

“Aye.” He puffs out his chest, grinning. “I am not only The Great Nightcrawler but I am an X-Man!” His nose crinkles, smile lines framing his eyes. “In truth, I was here to find a mutant, but it seems another stole my attention.” His tail gently places the half-eaten apple on the table, the spade-shaped tip gently pushing under your chin, having you meet his gaze.

You absolutely burn up, forgetting to breathe for a moment. “What now?” You barely whisper, your words wobbling. You completely give away that you are out of your element.

“Now…” He clicks his tongue, tail whipping behind him. If he wasn’t so… Demon-esque, you’d swear he’d be part dog. “Now I ensure your safety and see if Charles would like to meet you.” He glances back to your living room before resuming his sights on you.

“Charles?” You inquire. “Who is that?”

“The man who saved me.” A fang peeks out from his lips in his smile. “A smart, kind, honest man. But for now, you should rest. You are still recovering.”

Kurt doesn’t allow you much protest, bringing you back to the couch, forcing you to lay down.

“Could I have a blanket, at least?” You meekly ask, you didn’t want to seem rude with rejecting his coat.

“Ah, of course!” His tail flicks more.

You guide him to getting you a quilt, and he gently tucks you in. He gets you everything you could need, being as polite as a saint. He does teleport the few feet, back and forth, which you find amusing. Why not take the few steps?

“Now, you are all set to rest.” He grins, taking his position on a chair across from the couch. He crouches down, resting his weight on the balls of his feet.

“What about you? Aren’t you tired?” You look him up and down, only seeing his silhouette with the darkness and your impaired vision. “Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“No, no.” You can even hear his smile. “I quite like sitting like this. Besides, I need to be prepared.”

“Prepared?” You muse. “Prepared for wha-“

God really has a sense of humor. You were far too focused on the fuzzy man to notice the rumbling of armored trucks, the slams of metal doors outside your apartment building. As if this was scripted, the windows to your flat shatter. In an instant, Kurt is on top of you, reeking of Brimstone. He shields you from the shards with his back.

“For this!” He shouts over the booming noise of boots and shouts of commands. Grapple hooks sink into the lip of your windowsills, a whirring noise following. Men armed to the teeth begin pouring into the tiny apartment.

Kurt whips around, and you see shards of glass lodged in his back, primarily near his shoulder blades. Deep indigo weeps from the wounds and begins to stain his clothes. He pulls out two long swords, thin and nimble. You find it insane you never noticed them before, but it has been dark.

He’s fluid, like a dance, as he cuts down the men. He teleports around the room, using the walls and ceiling as leverage, much to his advantage. Blood seeps into your carpet. With a large chunk of men rendered dead on the floor, and Kurt properly out of breath, he heads for you next.

He hooks an arm around you. You realize now, you were too stunned to do anything. You haven’t even uttered a word. You begin to, but Kurt beats you to it. “Hold on!”

Oh god. Here we go…

Nausea hits you in your gut as you’re hurled through space. Rooftop to rooftop you go, thrown over Kurt’s shoulder. You keep your focus on the glass. It must hurt, you wonder, but know better than to touch or even try to pull out the debris. Yet, Kurt seems unaffected.

You both soar, soaking in the moonlight as the quiet city rests below. Kurt is huffing and puffing, his shoulders heaving, when you arrive at your destination. A church, a very old one at that. You recognize where you are, a rather historic district in Germany. These streets were once the ghettos of the Jews. What once was a temple, now stood a run-down Catholic church.

Kurt takes a few steps toward the front door, knocking with his knuckles. It echoes, with no response. His tail is practically dragging on the floor as he’s still struggling to catch his breath. Yet, he still has that trademark toothy grin as he turns to you.

“Welcome to my home.”

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[kaminocasey]

Shy Boys Go to Heaven

Summary: Fixer doesn't like how much Scorch cozied up to you. He intends to show you that you're his and only his.

Pairing: Delta Squad!Fixer x F Medic!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+; SMUT, Possessive/Jealous!Fixer, P in V (unprotected; wrap it up friends), oral (f receiving), cum eating, Rough sex. (If I missed something, lemme know)

WC: 3.1K

A/N: Guys... I was like possessed while writing this. Lmao. I genuinely don't know where this sudden love for Fixer came from bc literally the man pissed me off yesterday while I was reading. But c'est la vie, right? Anyway... I think I'm gonna start writing more Rep Comm fics. I'm still working on the Ordo x Reader x Mereel one, don't worry!

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“Ma’am.” Scorch winks at you, as he and the other Deltas walk into the medbay. 

“Well, hello boys.” You smile. “Long time no see.”

“Only a few weeks.” Scorch teases.

Sev and Boss both nod in greeting toward you, taking off their helmets, but once you see Fixer’s familiar green armor, your whole body goes warm just as it does anytime you see him. It was still a secret to everyone, including his own brothers, that you and Fixer would hook up anytime they’d come planetside. You weren’t exactly official or anything, but you enjoyed each other’s company. He wasn’t exactly chatty or anything, as he was a man of few words, so you did most of the talking. 

Fixer nods, his helmet still on, but you know he’ll find you later, so you give him a flirtatious grin as you go to help Scorch and Sev stock up on their medical supplies.

“So, when are you gonna join the field?” Scorch teases, bumping you slightly. “We could always use a skilled medic.”

“Leave the poor woman alone, Scorch.” Boss rolls his eyes before walking over to Alai, your pretty coworker. 

Fixer told you once that Alai and Boss hooked up a couple times, but never became anything serious. But he wasn’t supposed to know that, and Alai never told you, so the two of you weren’t the only ones with secrets. 

“When are you gonna stop asking me?” You tease Scorch back.

“When you cave to my charm and good looks and say yes.” Scorch winks. 

With a roll of your eyes, you turn to look at Fixer, finding him more rigid than usual. Why hasn’t he taken his helmet off? 

You let Scorch and Sev do their thing as you walk over to Fixer, looking up into his visor. “You alright?” 

He nods once, which is code for “Not really, but we’ll talk about it later.” and you know it’s a promise. With a soft sigh, you pat his hand and go sit at your desk, pulling up your end of day data reports.

“How long are you boys planetside?” You ask them. 

“Til tomorrow. Why, you trying to join us for a night of fun?” Scorch flirts.

You shake your head with a laugh, but before you can say anything, Fixer tosses Scorch another crate, barely giving the other man time to catch it, and walks out.

“What’s his deal?” Scorch asks Sev, who just shrugs, taking the crate to stock it. 

You know you can’t go after him. If you do, it’ll raise suspicion, which you know is the last thing that Fixer wants. So, you just hope that you’ll see him later.

Later that night, back at your apartment, you can’t stop thinking about Fixer. What if he doesn’t come tonight? What if the real reason he was so stiff and rigid is because he wants to end it with you? You’ve been doing a lot of thinking the last few months, and you’ve come to the realization that you want this thing with Fixer to be more permanent… But if he doesn’t… then, you’ll have to accept it and move on. No matter how much it hurts. 

As you make a cup of tea, preparing for bed, you hear the front door open and you know immediately who it is. You don’t even have to look. 

But, he’s the one who left so swiftly and suddenly earlier, so he can be the one to initiate the conversation tonight, which you know is something he’s not particularly fond of doing. You aren’t going to sleep with him until he talks, though. A conversation has to be had, no matter what conversation it is.

You hear heavy footsteps make their way to your room as you make your bed down. 

“Hey.” You murmur, barely glancing at him in the doorway of your room.

He doesn’t say anything, though. He walks over to “his” side of the bed, but you put your hand up, stopping him. He’s not wearing his armor anymore, but he is in just his bodysuit. You try to avoid looking at his well-toned form, looking him in the face.

Fixer tilts his head.

“Nothing to say?” You ask, quietly, waiting for him to just say something, but he doesn’t. “Of course not…”

He looks down at your fluffy comforter he loves so much, which he’s mentioned a couple times before. 

“Fixer.” You sigh, making him look up at you with those deep warm brown eyes that you adore so much.

He sighs with a soft grunt running his hand through his curls, clearly frustrated. 

“You have to give me something.” You crawl on the bed, settling in the middle on your knees. 

He’s eyeing the soft skin of your thighs that’s showing in your short silk pajama set. It’s his favorite pair, and you know it. Maybe you’re using it to your advantage. He looks like he wants to touch you, but isn’t letting himself. 

“If you want to fuck me tonight… you have to let me in.” You do your best to look at him, firmly.

“I…” He starts, rolling his eyes as he struggles to say what he wants to say. “Ugh. Scorch… knows that I… feel things… for you.”

“And?” 

“And… he flirts with you… to get under my skin.” Fixer’s gripping the comforter, his fists tight. “And it works. I hate that it works, cyar’ika.” 

“Why?” 

“Why what?” 

“Why do you hate it?” 

“Because…” He struggles again. 

You crawl to him, running your hands up his chest, making his tight fists let go of the sheets. His calloused hands run around your soft body, pulling you against each other. His eyes are on your lips. 

Stay firm, you remind yourself. Who cares if he’s second in command in one of the most intimidating commando squads? Not you. You are not giving in first. 

“Please, Fixer.” You sigh. “I was under the impression you wanted to end things with me.”

“Oh… That’s not it at all.” He murmurs. “I promise.” 

Maker, he smells so fucking good. Too good. 

“So, what is it, then?” You pull away, sitting back on your butt in the middle of the bed, needing a little space before you cave.

He climbs up into the bed, pushing you on your back, pinning you down. 

“Fixer-” You start.

“Just listen, will you?” He asks, gently, but also strained. 

You nod, letting him continue. 

“You, cyar’ika… are mine. Only mine. You belong to me. The thought of any other man touching you, or even speaking to you…” You hear a low frustrated rumble in his throat. “If Scorch wasn’t my vod, I’d have ripped him apart.” 

You didn’t know that Fixer feels this way about you, but it does something to your insides and goes straight to your warmth. Does he know how you feel about him? Surely, he does.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Fixer asks, lowly, his lips so close to yours.

You nod, losing yourself in those brown orbs and breathlessly murmur, “Yes.” 

“Say it then.” Fixer whispers, even closer to lips. “I need to hear it.” 

You think this might be the most he’s ever said in an entire night. And fuck, if they’re not the hottest words any man has ever said to you… 

“I’m yours.” You bite your lip, trying to squeeze your legs together for some sort of release. “I belong to you, Fixer.”

“That’s right.” He smiles, softly. “Good girl.”

Unable to hold back any longer, you reach up, crushing your lips to his. He groans loudly against your mouth, pressing himself against you, making you feel just how hard he is. All from hearing you tell him you belong to him. 

“You like hearing that you belong to me?” He hums.

You nod, whimpering as he grinds his hardened cock against your clothed core. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” He whispers before, pulling away to pull your shorts down, dropping them to the floor behind him. 

“Clothes off-” You gasp as he grips your thighs.

Fixer chuckles, getting up off the bed quickly. “Yes, ma’am.” 

As you watch him drop his clothes with yours, you sit up to pull your silky tank top off, tossing it with the rest. He takes in your naked form and groans, gripping his cock, already dripping precum. 

You start back toward him, eager to get your mouth on him, but he pushes you back again and then, to your surprise, flips you over onto your stomach, pulling you up on your knees and then pressing your face down so that your ass is up. 

You think he’s gonna push his cock into you, unable to wait any longer, but he surprises you once again, by licking a long stripe up your drenched folds.

“Oh, Fuck… Fix…” You groan, reaching above you to grip the comforter, just as he was doing earlier. 

“Taste so good, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your cunt. “Like always.” 

You whimper softly, almost pathetically, when he continues licking into you, his strong fingers, pressing against your clit and rubbing expertly, as always. 

“So wet.” He teases.

“So talkative.” You tease back, just happy to hear him talking. 

He places a swift smack to your back cheek and you gasp sharply into the room. He rubs the spot where he spanked you and then kisses it before returning back to your soaked pussy.

Your moans fill the room as he continues to work your cunt, getting you nice and soaked for his cock, soon you hope. You want so desperately to be filled by him again. It feels like it’s been too long. 

Twenty-six days. But who’s counting?

When he reaches his fingers into you, you feel like you’re about to come right then. It’s been days since you even touched yourself, and you’re pretty sure Fixer can tell. 

He chuckles breathlessly. “So needy for me.”

“Mmhmm.” You groan, burying your whimpers into the covers. 

“So fucking tight… Can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” He rambles.

You’ve always been accepting that he was a man of few words, but tonight… something changed. Like some sort of switch inside of him, flipped the other way. He’s talking, quietly, and Maker, you love his voice. It’s so low, and so sensual, and goes straight to your warmth. 

“Why… wait?” You bounce yourself on his fingers.

“Patience, cyar’ika… Or I’ll make you fuck your own fingers.” He threatens you. 

You whine softly, looking back at him and he grins before burying his face in your cunt again, still thrusting his fingers into you, starting to tease that spongy part deep inside of you. The warm familiar feeling pools into you, spreading all the way to your toes, making them curl and before you know it, you’re cumming all over Fixer’s fingers and tongue, moaning into the mattress.

“Let me fucking hear you.” He reaches up to grab your hair, pulling so that your moans and wet sounds fill the entire room. 

His thrusting fingers gently slow, before pulling out of you. You pant slightly, as you fall to the bed, rolling over to look up at him, smiling blissfully. 

“Fuck me… please?” You whisper. 

“I will, I promise.” He murmurs, laying next to you. 

The look in his eyes is serious now, not playful like it was just moments ago. 

“What is it?” You trace your gentle fingers over his chest, anxiously making lazy patterns.

“I’m afraid that I sounded overbearing earlier…” He stops your hand and brings it to his lips.

This is the softest, most domestic that he’s ever been with you, and you’re almost afraid to move, not wanting it to end. 

“I didn’t think you did.” You assure him. 

“I don’t want to like… own you.” He chuckles. “But… I guess what I’m trying to say is… I want people to know you- we belong to each other.”

Your chest tightens at his confession and you can’t help but reach up and kiss him. It’s different somehow. Like, all of your kisses before were that of passion or lust… this is… sweet… kind. Fixer sighs against your lips, full of content. 

“Next time Scorch flirts with me, I’ll just punch him if you want?” You tease. 

“Actually, yes please.” He laughs and you cross your leg over his thigh. 

This is the first time you’ve ever heard him laugh fully and you try to commit the sound to memory, hoping that you get to hear it more.

“What made you come to this realization?” You ask.

“Oh, I always want to punch Scorch.” He smirks.

You playfully smack him in the chest, making him chuckle. 

“I was on a mission… and I thought for sure we were going to die…” Fixer murmurs, making your stomach churn. “All I could think of was you. Your smile. Your laugh. Your kindness. The way you curl up next to me at night. The way you-” You roll over on top of him, straddling him, grinding your wet folds over his still hard cock. “Keep going.” 

“Fuck…” He groans, gripping your hips tightly. “The way that you cry at holofilms…”

You lift your hips, reaching under you and grabbing his cock, making him gasp. 

“Th-the way y-you…” He struggles.

“Keep. Going.” You encourage him, smiling down at him as you line yourself up with his hardened length. 

“Th-the way you have to stop to say hi to every loth cat-” He groans incredibly loud as you sink down onto him. “Fuck!”

His eyes roll back in his head as he tilts his head back slightly, making you smile. Clenching around him in a teasing manner, he lets out another string of curses. He fills you so perfectly, just like always. But tonight… it just feels like it means so much more. He feels the same way about you, that you do him. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, not a mission.” He grumbles. 

“Yeah, but what a way to go, right?” You grin down at him, brightly.

“I’ll fucking say.” He starts to buck up into you and you push him back down, keeping your hands against his chest. 

You start to lift up slightly, only to fall back down against him, making him actually whimper. It’s always music to your ears when you get that sound out of Fixer. 

“Maker, Fix… you’re so hard.” You tell him, seduction clear in your tone and his hands fly up to yours on his chest, gripping your hands, creating more support. 

He wants you to take over. And you’re happy to oblige. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, causing both of you to groan with need. 

The sounds leaving the man underneath you deserve to go into some sort of auditory museum, they’re so fucking beautiful. He’s so beautiful. 

“You like when I’m on top?” You ask him, breathlessly, squatting so you can glide up and down on his cock, easier. 

“Stars, yes…” He pants. “So… tight.”

You feel the burn in your thighs but you’re able to ignore it, purely driven by the craving for this man. He must sense it though, because he provides support under you, gripping your ass, helping lift you up and down and you can’t help but smile. He winks up at you and it goes straight to your core. You can tell he’s getting closer with each thrust, though.

“Permission to take over?” He whispers.

“Granted, trooper.” You laugh. 

He flips the two of you over, so that you’re on your back and starts driving into you. 

Oh, he’s definitely welcome to take over. 

“So fucking pretty… and perfect.” He groans in your ear, continuously slamming into you, getting the most perfect sounds out of you. “All mine.”

As he tells you that you’re his, his hips stutter only slightly, filling you up, painting your walls with himself. Normally, he’d start to pull away, but he just keeps fucking his cum into you, and honestly, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. And then when he pulls out, you expect him to stop, but he doesn’t. 

He travels down your body, latching his mouth to your cunt again and you nearly descend into another realm. 

“Fuck…” You moan, still overstimulated from earlier. 

He’s never done this before, cumming in you and then going down on you again. But you’re not complaining. His tongue feels way too good, but with the way that it's moving in you… it takes you a moment to realize he’s gathering up his cum as he rubs your clit. Before you can even say anything, another orgasm is ripped from your body, and he travels back up your body and taps your lips, clearly wanting you to open your mouth. Oh. You gladly open for him and he lets his cum slide into your mouth.

“Swallow for me, sweetheart.” He smirks.

Who are you to deny a dangerous commando? You do as you’re told, swallowing his cum, appreciating the taste of him like you normally do when you go down on him. 

“Good girl.” He tells you again for the second time tonight, and then kisses you, proudly. 

You both pant against each other, your chests heaving, as you try to come down. He pulls you up to the head of the bed, against the pillows, wrapping his arms around you.

You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You’ve always found it calming. 

“Maybe I should join your squad…” You tease, only slightly. 

“Absolutely not.” Fixer shakes his head as he traces patterns over your bare back. 

“Why not?” You ask, looking up at him, confused.

“Because I wouldn’t be able to focus… I’d be too busy trying to make sure you were okay.” He smiles. “I like knowing you’re here… safe and sound.”

You suppose that makes sense… Even though, when he’s away, you don’t know if he’s safe.

“Can I tell you something?” You whisper, afraid to speak too loudly.

“Anything.” He kisses your forehead.

“Every time you go, you take a piece of me with you, Fix.” You admit. 

“Can I tell you something?” He murmurs.

“Of course.” You answer, nervously.

“Every time I go, I leave my heart here with you.” He admits. 

Warmth floods your veins. “Well, I promise to keep it safe.” 

“I know you will.” He leans down to kiss you again.

You eventually fall asleep like that, holding each other with sweet promises of him returning to you and you keeping his heart safe and sound. 

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[abarbaricyalp]

Written for the @sambuckylibrary summer bingo prompt: Beach Day! Had to get one more in under the deadline.

Rated T, gets a little suggestive at the end

Okay so ages ago @katatonicimpression posted about Sam getting a Captain America 'suit' from Namor that was actually a speedo and well... (Funnily enough, I had not seen the original tags on the post until I was done with this story. I agree: Bucky would be fuming)

Namor's characterization in this kind of melds the MCU with the comics, since we didn't really get to see a lighter side of him in BP:WF. ("Or you could just wear a suit" joke line, my beloved)

(Sea) Star Spangled

Bucky had brought this upon himself.

He didn't usually like to take responsibility for things that had even a slightly contested origin. He thought he'd had plenty of shit laid at this feet egregiously, so, no Sam, it was not his fault there was only a swallow of milk left in the jug in the fridge.

But this one... This was his fault.

("You're welcome, self," he also thought.)

Here's the thing. He knew Shuri had told him about another actor, another nation, another hero who dealt with Vibranium. But, to be fair to himself, things had been pretty hectic for the both of them at the time and she'd said this guy lived under the ocean, so he really wasn't Bucky's priority. And, in this brave new world of "supervillain" teammups and consequent subterfuge, Bucky hadn't thought about the fish guy, merman, aquaman person since that brief mention.

By the time mermaid Barbie did catch up to him, Bucky had been at this game long enough to be practically working for Shuri instead of de Fontaine. She and he had worked out a nearly flawless repertoire of information sharing without getting caught and Bucky was pretty sure his new bosses were none the wiser. It had been Shuri who'd told him about an odd deposit of vibranium in the shallows and sandbars of a remote beach island.

Bucky had been investigating that lead when he met the submariner for the first time.

So, hey, maybe he could actually blame this all on Shuri.

It had been harder to convince Namor that he was a friend, not a foe. The alliance between the Atlantean and Shuri was evidently not as steadfast as Shuri had led Bucky to believe those weeks ago. Namor was intense and smarter than most people Bucky had been dealing with recently. (Shuri obviously excluded) He nettled and prodded at Bucky and his story for hours. Sharks literally started to circle at one point and Bucky had to let the Atlantean know that his threat was received perfectly clearly.

When all was said and done, when Namor was reluctantly on board with the plan though not any happier about it, when Bucky's research vessel was so thoroughly destroyed he didn't even bother trying to fish pieces out of the water, Namor took him to shore and asked who should be contacted.

Bucky had said the first name that came to mind.

Hours later, when the sun had scorched Bucky's chest, shoulders, and face, Sam appeared on a boat. Because of course he knew how to drive a boat. Bucky knew that and yet his heart still tripped over itself in his chest to see him looking like some dashing privateer. A privateer in board shorts at any rate.

Sam read people better than Bucky did. Bucky was great at threat assessment, but that was usually as far as his skills went. (Barring his ability to get free sweet tea from his favorite waitress) Sam knew how to work any angle on any person. He knew to show up dressed down instead of in his full Cap gear. He knew to cut the engine well before the rudders could damage the shoreline kelp life. He knew to approach Bucky and Namor with a somber but not cowed cadence to his steps.

Steve told a story constantly about the first time Sam met T'Challa. About his nigh on irreverence and familiarity. Bucky could see him assessing now if that kind of banter would work. In the end, he went for the safer route, turning his attention to Bucky and narrowing his eyes. "What did you do?" he asked.

Bucky wouldn't say Sam and Namor got on easily. Namor was not as quickly swayed by Sam's pervasive charm and ready smile and moral dignity. But the half-snarl curl of his lip had disappeared and the tension in his shoulders ebbed the longer he and Sam talked. Sam was good at this, winning people over long enough to rectify a situation and get back out of it.

And he did get Bucky out of it. Bucky got an earful on the ride back to some place with a plane, but it was worth it once he got into the cabin and out of the sun.

The next time it happened, Sam showed up in his Captain America uniform, and Bucky felt vaguely betrayed that Sam had been doing real Captain America things without him. The conversation between Namor and Sam flowed more easily as Bucky's shoulders continued to sunburn.

The THIRD time was not Bucky's fault. In fact, Bucky found Sam and Namor already in the midst of a fight that they had started in the shallows off an uninhabited island. Surprisingly, Bucky's new bosses weren't involved, so Bucky had no idea what was going on, but people were throwing spears at Sam and that was unacceptable.

The fight didn't last much longer after Bucky joined. Sam and Namor had had it mostly under control before he showed up, so the extra brute force only helped. The combatants disappeared into the water exactly like the sea monsters of his childhood stories.

"What are you doing here?" Bucky asked Sam so he didn't have to think about what else lurked in the water. He did follow Sam out of the shallows quickly though.

"Your friend picked up your bad habits," Sam answered in a half-teasing, half-stressed kind of way. He wiped his face free of salt water.

Namor scowled at him. Bucky wondered if his own scowls were that unconvincing. It was kind of impossible to actually get angry at Sam. "He is not my friend and I did not call you for help. You stopped yourself."

Sam shrugged. "You looked like you were losing."

"I do not lose!" Namor insisted again.

"Well, hey, next time you aren't losing and don't need help, you know how to reach me," Sam said with a grin. And then, to Bucky, he added, "We share seagulls!" A phrase Bucky completely did not understand.

The next time Namor showed up, Bucky hadn't even bothered him. He and Sam had detoured away from their return home from a mission because they were flying over Nassau and neither of them were passing up the opportunity for a beach vacation. The first two days had been flawless. But that night, tangled together on a high sandbar during low tide, a sudden wave, tall enough and dense enough to blot out the moonlight, crashed over them and left fish and kelp and so much salt water in its wake. It practically flooded the sandbar out and left bits and pieces of their uniforms floating in the water.

"I can see you!" Namor called from somewhere far away, or maybe right under the water. Bucky could never tell. "Go elsewhere!"

And yet. AND YET. They were here now.

Maybe he could actually blame Namor. Thinking about it again, he could definitely blame Namor. Bucky had only accidentally introduced him and Sam. Namor had done this.

"It looks pretty good right?" Sam laughed, smoothing a hand down his perfect body that Bucky should really be napping against right now instead of suffering in the middle of the ocean. How was he actually glistening? He wasn't even wet. What was this golden glow? There was cloud coverage.

It was about the only coverage on this boat.

For an ocean where a battle had just raged with too many combatants and interests at play for Bucky to keep straight, the sea was calm, the sun warm, the bird call familiar. It could almost be any other day on the boat. Except for the blood growing tacky in Bucky's hair and the bruise sprawling down Sam's shoulder and back. He needed to get an ice pack on it.

Actually, he needed to put a shirt over it.

"It is made of the same fibers as all of our warriors' clothing," Namor explained about the "outfit" Sam had quickly changed into. "Yours and mine are the same." And he looked entirely too smug as his gaze flicked to Bucky momentarily.

Despite joking about it, Bucky knew Namor didn't actually wear a speedo. It was shorts and he had fantastic thighs that would make any clothing look smaller. Those shorts--battle garments, his ass--were even smaller on Sam. They were practically molded to his ass. There was almost nothing down the back of his thighs. They were fighting for their life to cover his ass and stay around his hips at the same time. They were a dark navy with subtle, darker striping around one leg, not that anyone could tell because they were so damn short.

"If you're going to spend so much time on the water, you should be equipped to do so. No, Barnes?" Namor looked at him again and was definitely smirking. Suddenly Bucky preferred the scowl.

"Sam flies," he ground out.

"Yes. He's very impressive," Namor agreed. "And then he rescues you from the water all of the time."

Bucky ground his teeth together even harder.

"I know you have many suits for many different reasons. I just wanted to offer a gift of my own," Namor continued. "Talokan is grateful for your help and friendship." He reached out and clasped their forearms together.

Bucky seethed.

This was not a suit. This was obscene. There was a star right over the crotch, for God's sake. (Okay, slightly left of the crotch, whatever) Namor didn't even buy into nationalism. He hated it. It had been a huge point of contention until Sam had explained to him his own struggles with representing a country or ideal that outright rejected him over and over. If anything, this should just be navy. Plain. And longer, dammit. Bucky's brain was going to overheat. He needed to look away from that damn star.

"I appreciate it, K'uk'ulan," Sam said earnestly, like he wasn't standing around looking like a soft core poster. He bowed his head a little and held a hand over his heart. God, Bucky wanted to eat him.

Then Sam kicked his ankle and Bucky turned his irritation towards him. It wasn't enough to make him want to eat Sam any less, but it eased some of the burning need in his chest. Sam subtly tried to nod towards Namor, eyes wide and imploring.

With a sigh that gathered up all of Bucky's willpower, he turned to Namor and tried to ease the scowl on his face. "We will always help Talokan and the Talokanil," he said, and surprised himself with the honesty in his voice. He did really like Namor's home and his people. What of it he had come to see and understand. "I would rather help them than whichever evil bastards are trying to pull the reins up here."

The flash of gratitude over Namor's face was only that--a flash, but Bucky saw it and he tucked that information away. But it was too quickly replaced by a grin. "Then you agree. It is good that the captain now has appropriate dress."

The scowl got deeper by three fold and Namor's grin only turned more gleeful. And, oh. Namor hadn't put Sam in a speedo to leer at him himself. He'd done it to tease Bucky. The asshole.

"We should get Bucky one," Sam joked.

Bucky and Namor pulled twin grimaces, which made, Sam laugh and laugh.

"We need to head out," Bucky said to Sam. "We'll have a better chance of holding off alphabet agencies and suits if we're not right on top of the fight.

Sam frowned, tipped his face up to the sunlight because he was genuinely some kind of sun god and needed the replenishment as far as Bucky was concerned, and then sighed. "You're right," he agreed. "One day, we'll have to meet under better circumstances," he said to Namor. He offered his hand out to the not-merman and they did that gladiator hold thing again. Namor clapped a hand on Sam's uninjured shoulder.

"Yes, I agree. Alas, we both have people to protect and our enemies are becoming bolder. It doesn't leave much time for socializing."

Sam nodded his understanding and then hoisted his wing pack onto his back. He should really put on a shirt before using it, Bucky thought. And pants. "Come on, grumpycakes," he said to Bucky and offered out the harness they had developed together for exactly these kind of low stakes, short hops.

Sam gave Namor a lazy kind of salute and Bucky managed a cordial nod. Namor only offered another smirk and even a thumbs up. He was truly nothing like Bucky had anticipated.

Sam dropped them on the far side of the nearest island. They would have to await extraction--maybe island hop a few more miles away--but there was no rush. They hadn't called for help yet.

Bucky considered the fine white sand of the beach. It was soft and warm, verging on hot. He could lay Sam out right here and get those shorts off. But he remembered trying to untangle kelp from his hair, and discarded the thought. Instead, he walked Sam back into the tropical foliage several meters away and then sank to his knees without a word.

Sam's fingers fell to his hair, head dropping back to the tree behind him. Which was a shame because Bucky liked Sam's eyes on him. Liked to be able to look up and catch his gaze, see exactly what Bucky was doing to him based on the sparkle in his eye.

"Yeah," Sam agreed to their silent understanding in a breathy sigh. "We definitely have to get you some of these shorts too."

[moltengoldveins]

the worst bit about coming up with fanfic plots in your head is the fact that the OC self insert ones are ALWAYS the most narratively satisfying. That’s not even an innuendo or a problem with your own self perception - they’re literally always more interesting, because if they weren’t, the internal shame of having an OC self insert would kill the story dead before you got more than a few minutes of Zoned Out Storytelling into things. The plot has to be COOKING to justify slapping your face on a hotrod of a body and unironically going “yup, if I was there I could totally fix this story.” professionals have standards, if I’m going to serve myself absolute self-indulgence on a platter then by GOLLY it will be NUTRITIOUS. Not to mention; they’re more fun to tell yourself, because you’re in it. So you’ve gotta make the tea Scorching Hot, or you get bored too quickly and move onto a new idea with less sweet sweet serotonin.

I cannot even. It’s like an ouroboros eating itself. Objectively, the best fanfic ideas I have are self insert plot lines where the OCs gradually drift until they’re not even remotely me anymore. Will I ever write any of them ever? Absolutely not the shame alone would kill me twice over. Do they absolutely SLAY when it’s 2am and I can’t sleep? Indubitably. Do I desperately wish I could explain to y’all the coffee-shop-AU-inspired eldritch-abomination taekwondo studio AU I have for MHA where an OC takes out All For One when he’s down, right after All Might’s big injury, and then proceeds to open a dojo for kids in the city and eventually makes Actual Change Happen with the hero commission? Yes. Am I ever gonna write that? No. I would rather die. The complex social politics I put in there would Slay on Ao3 but it wouldn’t disguise the saccharine flavor of good old-fashioned Mary Sue. The same goes for the Transformers fic that lives in my brain that I own rent free.

I can’t even imagine what it’s like for y’all allos. I’m ace, I’m just wish-fulfilling myself into close friend/family dynamics with my blorbo I cannot imagine unironically writing yourself making out with a fictional character and then putting it on the internet. Allowing that inside thought to become an outside thought. How. How do you do it. Did your mother tell you you were beautiful and deserved good things growing up, was that it? Did she support your creativity when you were ten and sucked? How did you unlearn That Much Shame?????

[aquanthis]

🌎🔪✏️☄️💚 and 💖 for aemara?

why is there no rubbing-hands-together-evilly emoji. anyway

🌎 - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

ohhhh yes. at the end of the day, aemara is not really noble; he is distinctly selfish (said with all the love in my heart) and, if push came to shove, he would sacrifice just about anything to make sure he could keep someone he loves close to him. we all know i'm referring to anduin, though the same is true for zephya and paleri. it's not really so much about them, though he does care for and love them, but moreso about the fact that he'd fall apart if he lost them. it's a self-defense tactic more than it is a sacrifice. i could see him killing innocents for anduin. and i don't think it would be hard for him. it's so funny. he's such a hypocrite. he needs therapy

🔪 - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

scorched-earth violence, or complete meltdown, depending on the situation. sometimes both. no matter what, he blames himself. he's supposed to be able to protect EVERYONE he loves, dammit, and if he fails, even if there was no way he could do anything, he'd still somehow find a way to make it his fault.

✏️ - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

pretty much the entirety of "eight" by sleeping at last. but particularly:

"I was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up / And suddenly it fit"

as well as:

"I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut / And bury my innocence / But here's a map, here's a shovel / Here's my Achilles' heel"

songs that make me so fucking sick in the head about him. literally i can't listen to it without immediately thinking of him and nearly bursting into tears.

☄️ - what do people assume about them? are they right?

people assume A LOT of things about him, and most of those things are wrong. some people think he's cold, and to some extent, he is, but he is genuinely so sweet and so gentle when he feels safe (which is rare). they assume he loves violence, but he doesn't; it's just the only thing he has. they assume that he'll hurt anyone if they so much as inconvenience him, but he's really not quick to anger unless you threaten someone he cares about.

and this one's a joke but i was joking about it in the car to my husband earlier so: people look at him and assume he always wants to be in control/dominant/etc because like. look at him. he's a general, and strict, and so untouchable. but he is actually so submissive behind closed doors. paleri thinks it's cute but he will vehemently deny it if anyone ever finds out. hahaha. sorry for the sex joke

💚 - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

he does really like hugs/physical affection but it takes a lot for him to be comfortable with it with someone. but when he is comfortable with it, it makes him feel so safe. also, tea, and tending his plants, and warm food. also just sitting in the same room doing separate things with someone he loves. he likes just sitting in the same room reading separate books with anduin. it's like, "i know you're here and safe and i can protect you if i need to but i don't need to, so i just like knowing you're here with me" yknow. he's so sweet rrhrhrhhghghgh

💖 - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

he's usually a little embarrassed talking about mushy things, but if he gets a chance to show off his wife who he thinks is the most gorgeous and wonderful thing in the whole world, he'll take it. there's a scene that i wrote once where they're in a ballroom setting and he is being the biggest show-off in the entire place because he wants to show off his wife more than anything. he's not one for GRAND gestures but he will fondly make her breakfast and bring her flowers from his garden and talk about wanting to kiss the lipstick off her face if he gets bold enough. 🥰

[noro-noro-noro]

had neat dreams but literally only remember some parts

1. i’m a serial killer & this girl who has a crush on me is tracking me down 2. 3 heavenly sisters vs the tower of hell  3. cyborg me eats a bomb at the president’s children’s soccer game

- there was some blond girl hunting down a serial killer whose tag was The Wolf. she was in every online forum & stuff but she kept her identity well hidden. fortunately as the omniescent god of all my dreams, I can sometimes bend reality to my will so I knew her :)

- there was also a girl who looked like roxanne Ritchie from megamind who waa also somehow involved? the dream's c plot or something idk it kept cutting back to her arguing with her ex boyfriend bc it was a breakup on mediocre terms & they both kinda wanted to get back together but they were too proud. I remember she specifically mocked something he said.

- anyway with my omniescent dream powers I realized that girl wasn't some kind of junior vigilante she just had a huge crush on the wolf. good for me :) so when I saw someone offering to meet her in the front of my friend's boyfriend's new job place (a combination bubble tea and clothing store that he lived in the back of) I decided to kill that second person and meet her instead. the second person was always carrying around a little cloth lacy umbrella as an accessory. it was cute so I took it.

- anyway I saw her immediately & came up behind her & said "so you're the little cutie that's been looking for me" & cornered her in the store. she looked really 😳😳 about it, but she was also carrying a gun. I thought it would be easy to hit the gun out of her holster before she could react bc I wanted to keep teasing her , but my friend's bf came over bc he thought I was being threatened by some weirdo with a gun. appreciated that. we all ended up getting bubble tea. i jokes about poisoning hers & she went 😳😳😳 again. girl stop idolizing serial killers lol

next

- from heaven ? or some other sacred place there are 3 sisters & also some generals. we are going to be under attack soon. we're in a place thate above some clouds. unknown to everyone else the middle sister is in constant close contact with Real Mother, who has her own schemes. through the power of real mother middle sister is able to do weird shit, like las time we sent our forces to combst the hellish tower as soon as she had line of sight with the enemy she teleported into his body & did something & he was fuckinf gone except for his eyeballs, which she walked out of the tower holding.

- the younger sister's mortal vessel had been killed last time so she was in a child's body. the older sister was strong & beautiful & fearless! I was from her pov for a bit. the clouds were swallowing up our corner of the world, but I walked through sum to find a spot on the hill to stand in the sun. and then I saw the youngest sister falling from the zip line so I launched myself like a bullet to catch her.

- the middle sister was like "we will need to kill the newest hellish warlord again, but you said it was through the fleetfooted mount of my youngest sister you were able to do that?" the youngest sister rode a golden pegasus. his name was Percy. he was killed by the middle sister for overwhelming loyalty not to Real Mother but to his owner. her new mount was just something else idk

- anyway the hellish tower looked like it was in minecraft. the walls were impenetrable. the front doors were not. however the hellish warlord liked to pour lava down from the top to scorch our forces and trap them until we were all cooked, and there was no other way in. pain in the ass.

next

- I was some kind of cyborg dude that looked like sin kiske at some little league baseball or soccer game. people in the audience just wanted to have sex with each other though, except for a couple peolle who were trying to sabotage the game and actually blow the children up. I became aware of this but the perps were trying to herd everyone somewhere else by leaking a live feed of some cage of raccoons blowing up but the cage in the footage was upside down & nobody was listenikg to me. I stayed in the bleachers. there was an enemy guy with like....a smug evil anime prettyboy type of face. he had a face that would be stylized in fanart as>:-} . he looked like if shu yamino was evil and goth and had a lame haircut with long front bangs and also was part cyborg and had one black wing. like okay. his name started with a P. anyway he was acting in somebody's orders and he airdropped a bomb in but I shot it! but there was another bomb.?

- the two bombs were rolling around and the kids didn't understand what was going on yet so they were kicking one around like a soccer ball while the principals tried to stop it . when P tried to detonate it aftee having his other men tackle me to the ground & beat me up a little, nothing happened. i put up a good fight! me & his two favorite henchmen were all pinned down by some.metal net bc I'd dragged them down with me. unfortunately I was now malfunctioning as well due to sustaining heavy damage to my internal parts.

- antway I realized - when I shot at the thing I'd missed due to the original owner's proframminf of this genre of rctboeg would never make a mistake. so then I'd caught the bomb and put it inside of my head bc at least I'd be able to run away, but then forgot due to being beat the fuck up. I started laughing and then the bomb fell out of my head and then I stopped laughing and swallowed it. it was a small purple cube not round at all . I was like "dude! P! you're a fucking moron! wanna see something funny?" & P turned around all red in the face from fucking this job up and looking bad to his boss. then my alarm went off and I woke up and I was a little disappointed since I wanted to know what robo me's plan was

[chibisizedfxcksprite]

Intros are weird.

How do you introduce a whole being in one little post?

Let me get this part out of the way- I’m starting this blog because my grandma recently died.

That’s not to say this is a blog about death, or grieving, although I’m sure there may be something along those lines in the mix.

It’s more that, in the past few months, I’ve been wondering why I haven’t just…gone and done the things I want to do. Why have I been wanting to start a YouTube channel and not doing so? Why have I been wanting to start a blog, but not doing that either? Why am I letting my fear of being judged hold me back? It doesn’t matter if I have anyone’s support in these things, because I WANT to do them. It doesn’t matter in the slightest how someone else feels about it. There’s absolutely nothing stopping me except the fear of being mocked or judged by literally everyone, but that exists in me regardless of whether or not I’m doing the thing I want to do or not, so there’s no reason not to do it. I support myself doing it. And that should be enough.

Now here I am, starting my blog and planning to continue with building my YouTube channel, posting like I have an audience of millions, no matter what the quality of the project is, because it’s fun. So it’s not that I’m starting this because she died, rather that was the final straw that’s motivating me to make these moves.

All that being said, I suppose it’s best that I introduce myself. Where to even begin? To be ever-so-cliche, I guess taking it back to basics is the best tactic.

I’m Gee. I’m a millennial cat mom living in sunny (scorching hot, rain deprived) Austin, Texas with my 2 life partners. Only one of them is a romantic partner, and it’s up to you do eventually figure out which one that is. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Let’s get this one out of the way- I’m a vegan, but no, I’m not going to throw paint on your fur coat or protest outside of your KFC or affiliate myself with PETA in anyway. (Except the free stickers. I do love free stickers.) I exist in my bubble with my beliefs, doing what I think is best, and what you are doing is your business and it is not my place to speak on it. I have my feelings re: factory farming and consumerism, but I don’t know your story, so I’m keeping my mouth shut. Until I’m asked. If I’m asked, you’re going to hear it.

I love K-pop and horror movies, but I don’t speak Korean and hate being scared. Humans are funny creatures.

I have very strong opinions and I very much enjoy sharing them, especially with those whose opinions are different and are open to a healthy discussion. It doesn’t even have to be a happy one, as long as it’s, you know, at least a little productive.

Now the fun part that humans, not unlike cats, love to do: putting myself in little boxes.

I am:

A cat lover

Loudly bisexual

Travel lover

Catholic

Vegan

Leftist

Coffee and tea lover

Probably too sensitive

Sagittarius sun, Libra moon, Virgo rising, Capricorn Venus

I have two absolute loves of my life; one is human and we will call them Wife, the other has four legs and a ton of fur, her name is Jean. She is my best non-human friend and I’d give her the entire world.

Jean pic absolutely necessary.

So this is my intro. I don’t know what this blog will contain, or what it will shape itself into. This is a fluid piece of work, the theme is “no niche, just vibes”- there is no way to niche down and remain genuine, in my opinion. (Funny coming from someone who literally just put themselves in several boxes.) No shade to anyone who does niche down, but I can’t put my whole chest into just one topic, I’m rolling with whatever strikes me that day.

Thanks for being here. I hope you’ll be back.

[kaetchup]

rei sakuma idol story 3

rei’s third idol story, and my third real post on tumblr! as usual, already localized on engstars. i’ve made some minor tweaks/redone translation from the localization for readability.

♪ obligatory disclaimer! none of this is mine, i’m just sharing it for my love of our idol boys. all content belongs to happy elements ♪

rei: Sigh... Daytime activities sure are demanding... My body cannot stand the searing summer heat.

Here I am in the Sky Garden for a break from work... Yet the sun scorches me to mere ashes the moment I step out from the shade.

It seems that the only resting place for a vampire is still a coffin... I should have never been beguiled by my impulses.

kanata: Puka, puka... ♪

rei: Oh...? Is that Shinkai in the water or am I hallucinating from the heat?

kanata: Rei, it's rude to call others a "hallucination"~ I am right here, alive and breathing.

There are not many places in this "building" where I can "douse myself", so I often come here to "puka puka"... ♪

The animals in this "pool" are really cute ~♪ Look, there's a "turtle" ♪

rei: How adorable... I hope it may live as long as vampires do.

I didn't recognize that it was you swimming in this pool, Shinkai. My apologies.

I hadn't had a clue that you would be here, as I rarely go out during the day.

To think that I had once been effortlessly omniscient of everything that went on in Yumenosaki...

kanata: Hehe, it's not good to be "inhuman", you know~?

However, we have become more "human"... So let's lay low for the time being... ♪

rei: However, Shinkai, I think it is a bit ill-mannered to douse yourself regardless of the occasion...?

kanata: Details don't matter. "Humans" have their own "ways" too.

rei: An answer in this light, huh... You are a handful, Shinkai.

However, I am aware that if we were to be worshipped again, all efforts we have made would evaporate into futility.

We are able to more or less acclimatize to this world precisely because we are blessed with such precious friends. I'm sure that this is how we should be.

kanata: That is great. I heard that you have been "busy" with "agency" work these days.

So I was "worried". Are you busy fulfuilling every "request" from others again? Are you being seen as a "monster" again?

rei: Kekeke, I appreciate your concern for me, Shinkai ♪

But rest assured. I won't make the same mistake again.

I'm taking an elegant lunch break just like a normal human being now ♪

kanata: Hehe, "elegance" is great~ I'm also "elegantly" "dousing myself"... ♪

Now that you are taking a "break", would you like some "tea", Rei?

I "brought" some "iced tea"(1) with me because of the hot weather today... ♪

rei: Really? How thoughtful of you to have prepared iced tea and to have even brought a bottle here. You're on a literal mini-vacation.

kanata: The "human" body is mostly "water", so a "refreshing" drink can relieve the fatigue in your "body".

Just kidding... I "used" the technique Souma taught me to make this "tea".

And that felt fun. I feel like I have become part of "the sea" ...♪

Hehe. There is nothing special about it, but please help yourself... ♪

rei: Thank you, Shinkai. I'll gladly accept.

Gulp, gulp... ♪

Phew, I'm coming back to life. Having a friend sure is great.

It has been a while since we Five Eccentrics were able to share our time and laughter... Yet, our bond has transformed into our friendship and it persists til today.

Although few opportunities present themselves for us five to meet these days, it may be a good idea for us to gather and reminisce.

kanata: You are right. Shu is "abroad" now. Much like the case with RYUSEITAI, it is difficult for the five of us to get together.

How about we "contact" everyone and suggest a "reunion" of the "Five Eccentrics"?

rei: Oh, that's a wonderful idea, Shinkai.

It would be impossible for me to call Itsuki through paper cup phones because he's abroad, isn't it? Would you be so kind as to call him on my behalf?

kanata: Really~? Do you still not know how to use a "smartphone"? It is "surprisingly" easy.

rei: I was joking. I am well aware of how to use a mobile phone.

Yet my hands are occupied with work right now. I would be grateful if you could help me with this, Shinkai.

kanata: Hehe, leave it to me then. I have always wanted a chance to be a "host".

I will "contact" Wataru and Nacchan- and of course, I will also book a "place" for us ♪

I will have us meet at night since you will be joining us, Rei ♪

rei: Kekeke, how considerate of you... ♪ Please do, Shinkai.

Well, well. That aside, Shinkai, I can't believe you would offer to organize our reunion...

I suppose you are putting effort into your role as a member of society.

kanata: Just like how you are putting effort into "agency" work, Rei.

I have been studying all kinds of things as a "member of society" lately.

It was fun being a "high school student", but the "world" outside, like a "vast ocean", is also very interesting ♪

rei: Kekeke. I, too, will not idly stand by... ♪ With my seniority being my sole advantage, I might as well exert myself so I may not be a burden to those around me ♪

Please let me know when you have decided on the date of our reunion. I will make myself availible that day at all events. Let us take delight in an all-night conversation then.

Hibiki, Itsuki, and Sasasaki... THey have, with no doubt, grown up like you, Shinkai. I'm already anticipating great pleasure from our meeting ♪

kanata: Hehe, a "reunion" is exciting, right, Rei? ♪

translator’s note:

(1) this is localized as "cold brew" which i thought was super weird considering kana calls it tea immediately afterward. anyway, i changed it to "iced tea", as i thought it would make the most sense, because

never quite thought of souma as a starbucks fiend

"cold brew", as in cold brew coffee, is not brewed, just steeped, and this would be a problem when kana says it's a brewed beverage

however, i will say that the image of kana in a pond with a frappucino is incredible.

[ohandrewthankyousodamnmuch1]

I’ve seen this so many times and each time Garrett makes eye contact with the camera (Andrew) my jaw DROPS.

*Looks at Andrew* it’s complicated

[bugeater101]

Heat of the Moment

Synopsis: A platonic picnic between you and Jeongin takes a strange turn when a friendly food fight becomes an intense battle for dominance. After leaving once he takes it a step too far, you’re stuck with unfamiliar feelings. When you try to take matters into your own hands, however, you find yourself unsuccessful. Luckily, Jeongin feels as though he can help once he sees how truly desperate you are.

Content: fluff, smut, fem!reader x jeongin, sub!reader, dom!jeongin (he is literally the worst), perv!jeongin, innocent!reader, bestfriend!reader x bestfriend!jeongin, corruption kin, exhibitionism (only a little), voyerism, masturbation (f and m), praise kink, pet names, oral sex (f and m receiving) penetrative sex, strength kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

Word Count: 9.4 k (uhhhhhh sorry)

Author’s Notes: Okay I have literally never read anything about I.N. before because he just isn’t the kind of person I normally read or write for, you know? So, with that said, I hope it this fic is awesome! If anyone has any suggestions about writing Jeongin in the future then please message me :) ALSO I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG uni has just been a lot recently :P 

Taglist: @scribblemetae ,@taekbeokki, @mygsis, @9900z​

The sun was scorching, but the food in your stomach transformed its beams into a lethargic haze. It was your idea to have a picnic, but with the efforts that Jeongin went to execute it, it was more like his picnic that you just showed up to with a basket of food and a pretty dress. And my god did he fucking love that dress on you. 

You just mentioned it two weeks ago: that it would be nice for you and him to have a little friend-date in the park that you two always walked through to get boba. And as your tongue wrapped around the straw to suck the milk-tea up, Jeongin thought about how wonderful it would be to do something like a picnic with you— especially with you referring to it as a “date”. It made his heart flutter and his mind wander. 

He had always thought of you two as more than friends, especially with your flirtatious attitude. But, still, maybe your behaviour could be attributed to your clueless demeanour.

Maybe you truly were just kind and he was the perverted one. Maybe that one time when you ate food from his fingers and then licked his index clean was simply you just being your cutesy self and try cleaning him up, and not you indicating that you would like to lick all over his cock and lap up him up. Maybe when he was gaming and you sat behind him and then wrapped your arms and legs around him (jokingly pretending that you were in the movie Ghost and that him beating this mini-boss was equivalent to making pottery with Patrick Swayze), pressed your chest into him, and he felt your pussy through your tight shorts on his lower back that it was just a thing friend did. 

Maybe Jeongin had all these deep, dirty thoughts about holding you up to show you his strength and fucking you while standing, or about washing you in the shower and treating you so gently after making you take his dick for hours on end. Maybe there was also a romantic part of him that enjoyed those sweet moments which rested between the intense sexual ones that he imagined. Maybe it was all in his head; maybe he was just a horny 20 year old. Maybe he was in love with is best friend and wanted to show the world that. 

But, hey, there’s no way he could know. Right?

Now, you two were sat on the soft blanket Jeongin bought specifically for your picnic. It was green and checkered to hide grass stains, and effort meant to keep the blanket pristine, and he hoped it implied that he intended to go on many more picnic dates with you. 

You dressed for the occasion, dawning a blue dress inspired by all those damn cottage-core Tik Toks you saw, and Jeongin thought it made you look all the more cute, soft... maybe even more innocent.

“Your dress is really pretty, Y/n,” he commented, red coating his cheeks. You assumed that his scarlet cheeks might be due to the heat, especially considering that it was boiling outside and he was wearing jeans and a baggy shirt (his usual get-up). You didn’t think that he became so red simply because you were that pretty. But still, you blushed back at his comment, ducking away.

“Thank you, Innie. You look very handsome today, too,” you responded in a teasing tone. It was always like this between you two. Every conversation was actually two in one: you both said said one thing, but your tones and demeanours meant another. It was all a teasing act, a fight for a winner that would never come as the battles never ceased. You enjoyed it like that, but sometimes it became annoying. Yet, you didn’t mind. Jeongin was your bestfriend and it always came down to making both of you happy, never about who could out-annoy who.

Jeongin was sprawled out beside you, sitting up on his elbow, his body facing yours, and eyes squinting at the glare from the sun. You were sat up, knees tucked to your chest and your arms hugging your legs.

But—fuck—Jeongin wished your position were reversed: if you were laying like he was, maybe, just maybe, he would be able to look down your entire dress. However, he knew he was lucky he couldn’t see anything more than your radiance in the sun. If he could see down your dress or up it at your panties, then he just might rip that cloth off of you and fuck you senseless in front of all the park-goers. 

“I know,” Jeongin responded, trying to match your behaviour while attempting to maintain his cool. “I dressed up just for you.” 

You giggled at what you believed was fake-flirtatious banter. “Maybe we should dress up like this more often then, we do look really good,” you sighed, laying down with your arms behind your head and enjoying the sunlight. 

Jeongin stared at you, he couldn’t stop. My god, you were beautiful. the sun hit your skin and it glowed on the highlights of your cheekbones, blessing your skin with a glow you didn’t need. You were so pretty, so fucking radiant. 

Today was special for him, too. Because today, he was going to tell you. He was not going to tell you all the thoughts he had about fucking you, of course; He wasn’t that stupid and he didn’t want to scare you off. 

No. Today he was going to make you his own. 

Jeongin took a shaky breath in, trying to control his emotions and prevent the blood from rushing to his cock. Fuck, he was pathetic. His dick was getting hard just from looking at your pristine beauty and the thoughts of confessing to you that he like-liked you. He was falling for you, and he couldn’t help it.

He released his breath. He knew, however, that he had to keep up this teasing act. It’s what your friendship was, and he always was able to have fun with it, too. A lot of fun, in fact.

“Do you want more strawberries, y/n?” He asked. Before you could respond, Jeongin reached across you and grabbed the ripest strawberry left on the charcuterie board. His whole body moved with him, blocking the sun and the blue sky so the beams shone behind him. My god, he looked like the sun. Your words caught in your throat as you stared up at the fox-like boy, cheeks heating up, heart thumping in your chest. 

You felt this way around him sometimes, of course. Who wouldn’t if their best friend was built like a god, with defined abs you could sometimes see if he lifted his arms to stretch and a face that looked gorgeous even when he was exasperated from a long day's work? You felt this way sometimes, like a schoolgirl getting a new crush: he did something new to you too that other people didn’t. He made you feel weird, in places you were too embarrassed to talk about. God, you needed to get a hold of yourself.

“A-actually, I would love one, Innie!” You finally responded in the smallest voice as you stared up at Jeongin, who held the reddest strawberry you’d ever seen in his slender hands. He smirked at you. You had to remember, it was all part of the game that was your friendship. 

“Open up wide, then,” he chuckled. Embarrassingly, you almost immediately opened your mouth, just parting your lips wide enough to fit the sweet berry in. Jeongin laughed at your obedience, and you hoped that he would just feed you the damn berry and stop teasing you. You were starting to get those tingly feelings again, and having him pressed against your chest, towering over you didn’t help. 

But, Jeongin didn’t just pop the berry in your mouth, clamour off of you, and call it a day for this little charade. 

Instead, he laid above you, holding his mouth open to and his eyes wide, letting out a prolonged “ah!” to make sure that you kept your lips parted. He knew he didn’t just want to feed you, his baby, but make her embarrassed about wanting the food so badly.

Slowly, he began to lower the food into your mouth. Yet, before the berry could be placed on your awaiting tongue, Jeongin began tracing it along your plump lips. The sensations made you mewl a bit, pushing your eyebrows together in confusion and frustration.

“Oh, you’re getting antsy, y/n,” Jeongin teased, giggling at your annoyance with him. Nevertheless, he kept tracing your lips lightly with the strawberry, not letting you taste the juices of the fruit. Yet, you remained compliant, and let him have his fun. You didn’t know why, you just knew that the feelings you were experiencing—the ones down there, the ones that were more than just butterflies in your stomach that you were too mortified to admit to—were getting stronger, stranger, and, somehow, pleasurable. 

So, you waited, pinned under his body, the heat from him and the sun that shone above you two warming your body delightfully. Suddenly, when it felt like you couldn’t wait a second more and were about to bite his fingers off along with the berry, Jeongin yanked his hand away and popped the berry in his mouth. 

“Oh, you asshole!” You yelled at him, pushing the cackling man off of you so that he rolled onto his back next to you. “I could kill you!”

“Do it then!” he rebutted through fits of laughter. You smirked at the snide remark. Swiping another ripe strawberry from the ravaged platter, you quickly pushed the laughing Jeongin flat to the ground and straddled his lap. 

Jeongin freezed. The sun is behind you now, peaky through your hair and curving around your body. 

At this moment, Jeongin knew he was fucked. 

Of course, you looked so beautiful that his dick became (embarrassingly) hard sometimes. But now you were literally straddling him. Worse yet, your dress had ridden up so that, though it covered your legs to your knees, your panties were directly touching his clothed cock. 

Jeongin gulped and mentally begged his dick to stay flacid. 

You chuckled at the man’s feeble state below you, blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him. Before Jeongin was about to burst and start grinding up into you for everyone to see, you leaned forward and raised your hips slightly. Jeongin was about to sigh in relief as you no longer left him in a comprimising position, but his sigh of relief caught in his throat as you leaned in close to him. His eyes were wide, staring into yours that were gleeful at his nervous state. You brought the strawberry to his face and traced his lips, mocking him as you mimicked his prior actions.

“Well, don’t you want another strawberry, Innie?” You giggled— and truly giggled. You were mocking him, but as friends do. This was fun for you, and he could tell. It was fun for him too, but in a much different, more devious way. Yet, he loved the difference. It scared him to admit that the different intentions you two had made him hornyL that you being unconscious of his true lust made him hard. In short, your naivety turned him on. 

And all this time you were tracing that fucking strawberry on his lips, so thank God you weren’t sitting on his cock anymore. If you were, you would have been made well-aware of all the perverted things he thinks about you.

“Ah! Innie! Come on!” You laughed at him, sticking your tongue out slightly and going “ah!”, unknowingly doing the most lewd thing one could do in public. This level of PDA was something that Jeongin wasn’t normally comfortable with, but fuck it. If it was with you, then he’d let you sit on top of him and have your fun. It was fun for him, too. Again, just a different kind of fun. 

“Well, I might just have it then since you ate mine up!” Humour layered your voice as you ripped the berry from him and sat up. Thankfully, you sat on his hips. If you had sat on his crotch again, he would have cum in his pants and would’ve lost all sense of control. 

You stuck the strawberry in between your teeth and then leaned back down to him. You giggled in mischievous delight at his stunned, confused expression which hid his aroused demeanour. 

“You wan’ i’, huh?” you said through the strawberry. 

And you were right. Jeongin wanted it. Really, really bad.

Confidence rushed through his blood and Jeongin shut his eyes tight. Fuck the plan to confess to you, to tell you his deepest fears about loving you and ruining your friendship, but saying “fuck it” and loving you anyway. Fuck every idea he’d ever had!

Before you could laugh at him a second longer, Jeongin pulled his head up and put his mouth on yours. Pushing your lips together, he took a bite of the strawberry and ate it quickly before going in again, snaking his tongue around the rest that sat between your teeth, and pulled it into his mouth.

He ate it quickly, but relished in the taste of the berry and your saliva.

Altogether, the combined sensation of you sitting with your whole weight on him, hands on his chest, sun burning his arms, the experience was divine. 

But then he realized what he did. He finished the remnants of the berry, releasing a shaky exhale to control himself. Licking the juice from his lips, he opened his eyes to meet yours.

Stunned. Your eyes shot wide at the man below you.

Jeongin knew he had fucked up. 

Before he could rub your arms to console you, apologize for kissing you, or beg to do it again and push your pussy onto his hardening cock, you scrambled off of him.

“Y/n, I-”

“I-I should go, Innie!” the words left your mouth in a jumble and you hurriedly stuffed random plates into your picnic basket. Jeongin sat straight up, staring at your reddened face. Were you blushing? Were you embarrassed that your best friend did what he always wanted to do and stick his tongue down your throat? That your body pushed right into him and you maybe felt a little more than you should have?

Or, were you just sunburnt?

Jeongin tried to place a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Concern layered his voice and you didn’t care. You didn’t stop. You just kept packing your stuff, throwing whatever you recognized as yours into the basket until there was nothing left except for the blanket and Jeongin on it. Jeongin attempted to reach out for you again, but his hand was flicked away as you quickly stood.

“I’m fine,” you finally responded, standing a good three feet from him with your back straight and both hands on the basket handle with a grip so firm that your knuckles were white. “I just feel... weird... and I think the teasing went too far this time a-and.... I need to go home Jeongin!” 

Jeongin. You never called him that. He was always your “Innie,” your lovely best friend and protector. Never “Jeongin.” 

He knew something was truly wrong and he wanted to help, but before he could get another syllable past his berry-stained lips, you were already across the park and heading in the direction you had come from.

Jeongin’s gaze followed you across the grass until you disappeared from his eyesight, and when your figure was finally gone, hidden in the trees and groups of people, Jeongin fell back onto the blanket. He put his palms on his eyes, not just to block out the sun, but to press them into his sockets and marinate in sheer anxiety, shame, and embarrassment of what he just did. He made you uncomfortable and did it purposefully. A deep, exasperated sigh escaped him.

“Stupid,” he said to himself. Well, there’s no use in a single man taking up such a beautiful picnic location. Jeongin threw his torso up and looked at the discarded food packaging around him. Then he noticed it. Your mask, your blue one that matched your dress and that you loved dearly. 

“Fuck.”

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The door slammed behind you, the light from the hot day cascading into your apartment and welcoming you. Your body shook with every nervous breath you took, chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. 

You had practically sprinted home after that stunt Jeongin pulled. You tossed the basket onto the counter, choosing to ignore the thought of cleaning it up and instead focusing on the problem at hand: that feeling you had.

You went to your room and shut the door behind you, allowing yourself to be absorbed by the calmness of your sanctuary. 

But nothing could calm you. You weren’t still panting from the rush home, but your breaths remained heavy from the fact that your best friend had kissed you. So, you laid on the ground. You hadn’t done this in forever, but laying on the floor was always relaxing, especially considering that it was boiling outside and the wood flooring was cool. And, literally and metaphorically, you needed to cool off. With your arms outstretched, the sun brushed your legs while the rest of your body hid in the shadow cast by your furniture. 

Fuck, you were still hot. But, you were alone.

Kicking off your dress so that you were left in nothing but your panties (as you hadn’t worn a bra), you pressed your almost bare body back into the hardwood and tried to think of all the things you wanted to do to get back at Jeongin.

How could he do that? It was so invasive, so impersonal yet intimate. It was as if he didn’t think for a moment and let some cruel part of him take over. 

He had to have known about your feelings for him by now considering you were always so kind to him and even dressed up for a simple park picnic. Even calling him handsome at one point! Ugh! That boy was clueless.

Then he goes and does something like that, sticking his tongue in your mouth! And towering over you. And not letting you eat the strawberry, but instead letting it dance slowly, sensually, teasingly on your lips.

You exhaled from your nose slowly and tried to steady your breathing.

To be honest, you weren’t entirely mad at him. You always wanted him to be forward, but not like that. Maybe you wanted him to be slower, at least hold your hand a bit longer. Brush your hair out of your face, wrap his arm around you... all that young, dumb, and romantic stuff. But, still, it wasn’t all bad. 

And that was the shameful part: that him being overly assertive and quickly crossing the line between flirtatious friends and animalistic arousal was sort of... attractive. Even with him on top of you, you had to admit that you sort of wanted him to kiss you. You had truly believed that him tracing that berry on your lips meant he wanted to kiss you. 

But no. He didn’t. He pulled away. And laughed. Laughed.

Then you thought about you on top of him, and that was even more painful. You had tried to be flirtatious back, but then he goes and puts his lips on you, only to try and eat the fruit! 

And still, you hate to admit it, but in that moment when Jeongin decided to take the fruit from your lips, you sort of hoped that he would have just been brave enough to pull the strawberry out of your mouth and kiss you instead. 

Maybe do a little more even...

Stop! What are you thinking! You were burning up from the heat and now your cheeks are redder than ever! You may not be able to see your face but you can surely feel the heat from your blush. Ugh! 

Damn this heat.

You sat up onto your knees and laid your head on your bed, arms extended so that they weren’t pressed against your sweaty torso. It almost looked like you were praying except for the fact that you were in nothing but your underwear. 

You pressed your face hard into the mattress, breathing through the comforter and trying to think of anything but Jeongin. And him beneath you

And then it hit you.

It was weird, in that moment with him beneath you. You wanted something then. You had felt something, a desire... in places you’d rather not admit. You pressed your face harder into the bed, trying to hide your embarrassment from no one. 

What if Jeongin had kissed you then instead of continuing to be the immature asshole he was? Maybe he would have kissed you again. Maybe on your neck. Maybe start rubbing your sides, trying to calm you down. Maybe he would rub down your thighs, and eventually even your ass. Maybe he would’ve pulled your dress up, felt your ass directly, and just kept kissing you. In front of everyone. You sort of wanted him to really show everyone that he wanted you and you alone. That you were his.

And then you felt it again. Down there.

Your head shot up from the bed and you found your hips moving slightly back and forth. Your thighs were pressed tightly together, and you found your fingers gripping your bed sheets for dear life.

Why did Jeongin do this to you? No one ever had before, then here he comes ready to make private parts of yourself feel all.... peculiar. That was the most fitting word, yes? What else could it be described as? Weirdness? Perhaps curiosity?

Maybe “excitement”?

This feeling would come, and you would make it go by forcing yourself to think of anything but Innie. You didn’t want to make your friendship weird, and you certainly didn’t want to do it because you were some freak who got all excited by the thought of your friend being under you and tracing your fingers on his lips.

Berries. It was berries. Not your fingers. Get it together.

But you couldn’t tear your head away from the image, and as much as you pressed your face into your comforter and tried to slow your breath, you couldn’t stop thinking about Jeongin. 

Come on, do it! Think of anything else! You can’t let this happen to your friendship, especially when you want to be more than friends!

You can’t think about him on top of you, hands on either side, breath so steady that his exhale tickles your ears. Sweat dripping from his forehead, panting slightly from the excitement of climbing over you. 

Jeongin didn’t realize that when he put himself on top of you that his knee bent into you. It didn’t hurt at all, and before you could tell him that his knee was awfully close to areas friends shouldn’t touch, it started to feel good. Really good. Especially when he moved slightly up and it pressed into you,,. It was something that... satisfied the aches you had down there. 

The thing that Jeongin caused was suddenly being solved by him.

Wait! that’s how you could do it! Maybe if you were able to replicate those motions, you could make those excited feelings go away! Maybe it will even feel good!Before you could give it a second thought, your fingers started to trail down from your bedspread and down your side. 

You never liked to poke around... down there. You were always adamant about it, even if your friends told you it could be fun.

But, Jeongin made you insatiable. The feelings had become more frequent around him, so you needed to try and get rid of them. If not, you fear you would have to never see him again. You didn’t want him thinking you were weird because you had these feelings, especially because they were caused and relieved by him.

Just as you determined that this was the right thing to do, you shivered at the touch of your finger tips on your clothed core. You rubbbed up and down, feeling gooey and strange all over. Your hair stood up on the back of your neck, and for the first time that day you felt a chill. 

You began to press harder and move faster, and you soon became warmer. Hums and a slight groan escaped your lips. 

Fuck. It made you want to clamp your mouth shut, stand up, and walk away. But you couldn’t. Not now, not when it was starting to feel so damn good. 

Then one index finger turned to two, and the gentle pace now turned to a firm rock. Back and forth your fingers felt up your slit, your panties becoming strangely wet at the feeling. But fuck it felt good: so fucking good to finally have those excited feelings turn to something pleasurable, something that felt even better when your hands reached the top of your private area and you felt a strange bump. 

You hummed a little louder. 

God dammit, it was good! 

Especially at the thought of Jeongin doing it. Of him kissing you on your neck, of him tracing his fingers on your lips, then making you suck on them so that you would have an easier time rubbing yourself and making all of these peculiar feelings transform into utter bliss...

That’s it! What were you thinking using spit to make yourself easier to rub when you were already so slick down there!? if you touched yourself directly, past your panties, and used your own wetness to rub yourself! Maybe you could get rid of the feelings faster!

Fuck it if anyone saw! You were alone! This was your apartment, and your room, and your fingers turning your panties soaking wet. You could think of Jeongin all you wanted and he would never know how much of a weird person you were, getting all wet at the thought of him doing such strange things to you.

Before another thought could run through your head, you moved your panties to the side and felt wetness tickle your fingertips. 

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Fuck it was hot.

Jeongin had waited outside your apartment for 15 minutes now. He texted you, called you, knocked. He knew you didn’t want to see him, but he wanted to return your mask and at least try to say he was sorry. Even if you hated him for it, he couldn’t let this be the thing that tears your relationship apart, especially when he wanted it to be so much more.

He knocked again, wiping the sweat from his brow after with the back of his hand.

“Y/n!” He called out, trying not to be too loud as he didn’t want to disturb your neighbours. Knocking again to no avail, he breathed out and began searching his bag for the spare set of keys you got him. You clearly either weren’t home or were purposefully ignoring him. So, he was just going to slip in, write you a quick note, and leave your mask on your counter. He can’t believe he fucked up this badly. 

Finding your keys, he purposefully missed the lock to warn you of his entering, clattering against the metal repeatedly. Finally, he stuck the key in and twisted it.

Opening your door slowly, Jeongin looked around your apartment for any sign of you. Glancing down he saw your shoes, and across the room was the basket thrown carelessly onto the counter. You clearly had come home and immediately gone to your room to take a stress-nap or to be alone in your haven. He didn’t want to disturb you, so he slipped off his shows and shut the door quietly. Tip toeing to the counter, he placed your mask down carefully and searched for a pen and paper. After finding some and scribbling down a messy but legible note, he turned around and began to head out of your apartment.

Then he heard it. It was unmistakeable. 

It was you, obviously, but a sound that never normally escaped your lips.

Were you hurt? On your period, groaning in pain? Crying? Jeongin rarely heard you cry, but he had known that this wasn’t the sound. His curiosity and worry bested him, so he crept towards your bedroom your door ajar but just a crack open. Sliding against the cool wall, Jeongin held is breath and peered in.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Had he been he was a fool? He was a horny 20-year-old man, but such feelings could never had made him so naive. Possibly by ascribing such innocent traits to your character, he made himself ignorant to your capability of even thinking about jacking off, let alone actually doing it.

But, here you were. 

You were in front of your bed, head pressed into the sheets and your knees pressed down hard into the floor. Your panties were pushed down your leg, fingers viciously rubbing your pussy and squishing themselves between your thighs as you tried to stuff them into your cunt sloppily. You moaned and mumbled and cursed under your breath. Even fucking sticking your tongue out and panting at as you bounced on your fingers. 

Jeongin almost fell back, but kept himself steady to not alarm you. He knew he should leave, that he shouldn’t be letting one of his hands trail down his torso towards the bulge forming in his jeans, that he shouldn’t jack off to his friend as she messily fingered herself. 

But he couldn’t resist. 

He pressed his palm into his dick and began rubbing himself in pace with your hands. He felt so perverted like this, pressed against your wall in your apartment watching you, his bestfriend, fuck her cunt for what seems like the first time, all while fighting back the urge to come in there and fuck you himself. 

Maybe you would like it if you found out that he had been watching you. Maybe you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Maybe you were a bit of a pervert too and liked to think of berries on lips as his cock tracing your tongue. Maybe if he had come in right then and shoved a dildo up your pussy to satiate you, that then you would stop trying to get off by mindlessly tampering with your clit. Maybe, just maybe, you liked him enough to let him kiss you nicely before ramming his cock into you raw. 

But maybe staring from afar was just as good. And safer. Jeongin had pushed too many boundaries today, and this was the last one he was willing to cross. 

So, Jeongin kept fucking his hand as you mumble nonsense, containing himself by fiercely biting his lip and breathing hard through his nose. However, the longer you went, the less he was able to hold back. It felt like forever and it even gave him time to start deciphering your moans.

“Fuck... mmmm.. I—In... mmmm... oh!” you hummed as your hips rocked smoothly against the hilt of your hand. You fell back on the ground and rolled slightly, allowing Jeongin to catch a glimpse of your pussy from the door frame, making Jeongin drool.

You kept moaning.

“In... In!” Jeongin figured that you must be trying to shove your fingers into you, and it made him sure that this was your first time doing this. He was sure that your jabbering and uncoordinated hand movements implied your inexperience. And it made Jeongin want to come in even more just to show you had to truly pleasure yourself, how to get off from just your finger tips or (better yet) his. Jeongin pumped his cock faster and focused on your moans. 

“In-n!” you kept moaning to Jeongin’s confusion. “In—” Why “in”? 

You were already two fingers deep into your pussy (and Jeongin hope for a third) so what were you moaning for? Were you truly ready for a third digit? Jeongin’s thoughts raced through his head as he tried to match his pace to your hands, using your moans to chase his high. Every squeal, whine, and hum you made kept him going. He imagined fucking your tits as you made such lewd noises. As you begged for “more”, “harder”, “faster”, and—

“In—Innie!” 

Jeongin’s heart dropped.

You had moaned it with your whole chest, your hands buried in your pussy, slobber coating your chest, and the sun beaming off of your sweat. 

You had said his name the way you always said it.

Jeongin barged in. 

You gasped at the sound of your door hitting the spring and even more shocked at your best friend staring at the mess you had made, especially after moaning his name. Your hands flew from your pussy only to immediately move back and cover your shame, sitting up straight so that you were able to hide your gushing cunt and the puddle of your juices and slobber underneath you. 

“Innie! It’s-it’s not— I swear I’m not weird, I—”

“I like when you say my name,” he interrupted. You were silent for a moment, eyes fixated on the boys stare rather than on the outline of his cock in his jeans.

“W-what?” You asked quietly.

“Say it again,” he said, taking a step forward and towering over you. His hands moved to his belt, fiddling with the buckle.

“J-Jeongin?” You stuttered out. Jeongin scoffed. He took another step forward.

“That’s not what you call me,” he responded coldly, undoing his belt and zipping his pants down. “Aren’t I your Innie, right?” 

He took another step until he was right in front of your cowering figure. Jeongin knelt down onto one knee in front of you, and tilted your head up to his with his long fingers. 

“Say my name, Y/n. In-nie,” he annunciated every syllable. “It’s not hard. Just say it. You’re the only one who calls me that, so say it now. Right now. To me. C’mon. Say it.” 

You gulped. he dropped his hand like a dead weight and stood back up, removing the belt from his pants loops and tossing it carelessly aside. 

“In... Innie?” Your voice was so quiet, so unsure that it barely came out of your throat. Jeongin smirked at your nervousness, enjoying how his name still sounded like you were still ready to moan it. 

“Good. Now, tell your precious Innie what you want.” Every time he said that stupid name he was teasing you and you couldn’t help it. He had caught you, he had figured out you were a total pervert and thought of him while you were doing the most forbidden things. Now you had to sit here and appease him, and pray that these feelings you had would go away.

“I-I want help,” you stuttered out. Jeongin raised an eyebrow, pushing you to keep going. “I want help... down there.” You closed your eyes and wanted to cry, but took a deep breath and stared up at him. Unconsciously, you had begun rocking back into your cunt on the hilt of your hand.

“Aw, and you want your Innie to help you, huh?” He giggled down at you. Fuck, he could be so mean. But you needed him, and you always loved his mischievous side, even if it could be annoying. You swallowed your pride. 

“I-I know they’re weird feelings, but I really could use some help... especially since you were the one who caused this.” Jeongin scoffed.

“I did this to you?” He asked, true curiosity backing his questions. You rolled your eyes slightly and looked up at him.

“Had you never noticed me flirting with you? Innie, I didn’t leave today because I was mad... well, sort of... but I left because I can’t take it anymore, Innie,” you whimpered. “Look what you made me do.”

Jeongin, for the third time today, was surprised by your nerve. You uncurled your legs, placed your hands on your thighs to pull them back and showed Jeongin the mess you made. 

Now, Jeongin was a man of few principles, but ones he stood by regardless of circumstances. He knew that you were inexperienced and normally he would know to walk away and pretend that you aren’t showing him your glistening pussy and telling him to fix his mistake. 

But now, however, all his mind was tell his was eat... eat... eat! 

Jeongin dove on top of you for the second time today, almost crushing you with his body weight. He ate like a starved mad man, lapping up your juices with a velocity so quick that your head spun. 

“Innie!” you moaned out, holding yourself open for him and fighting the urge to clamp your legs around your head. Earlier today you could barely look at Jeongin without turning to a blushing mess, and then you were pissed at him for making turning you into one. Now, you were spreading yourself out and begging for his help. His tongue dragged through your slit and drank you like he had never tasted juice so sweet before. His moans shook you to your core and the way his fingers teased your folds made you shake.

“Jeongin! Th-thank you! Don’t stop, please!”

Jeongin responded to your moans with a chuckle into your heat, and instead of continuing to tongue-fuck you like you begged for, he pulled himself up to your discontent and laughed at your demeanour.

“What are you doing?! I thought you would help me,” you pouted, about to cry from lack of stimulation. But Jeongin didn’t care. He laughed at you again and sat back on his heels, the bulge in his pants particularly prominent. You were about to start berating him again, groaning about how much you hated him for doing this to you then leaving you high and dry just when you were getting some help, but you stopped yourself when Jeongin pulled his shirt off and tossed it to you. It covered your torso, and you worried that your gushing cunt would wet the fabric. 

You didn’t understand it. If Jeongin wanted you so badly that he just put his mouth all over you in such inappropriate ways, why know was he trying to cover you up? Though you didn’t mind the view of him covered in sweat and his chiselled chest and abs heavily rising up and down, you still wanted answers. “Answer me!”

Jeongin laughed at you again, literally laughed, and rose to his feet. Though he laughed at you, there was no humour that backed his voice. His face was cold and eyes emotionless, features which opposed his desire that displayed itself in his pants. You had to admit, it made those feelings in you all the more obvious.

Yet, regardless of the fact that him staring down at you made you shiver and clutch his shirt to your chest, you still were distraught by his teasing. Of course he always was rude, but not like this, never to the point where you were left wanting so much of him and receiving so little. What had you done so wrong?!

“Don’t call me 'Jeongin’,” he stated, glaring down at you. 

“W-what?” You gathered your self up onto your knees, not caring that him staring down at you with you looking up made the power dynamics between you two so explicit. 

“And put that on,” he nodded to his shirt. Despite the clarity of the instructions, you shook your head.

“Why should I do that when you’ve been so mean?!” You retorted, getting  defensive and gathering enough strength to stand up. Before you could firmly plant your foot on the ground, Jeongin placed his hand on your head, gripped your hair, and forced you back onto the floor with a sigh. You grunted at his aggressiveness, groaning at the pain with tears formulating in your eyes. When he let go, you wanted to yell at him and cry out from the pain, but stopped yourself when you caught his eyes. They were dark, cold, yet backed by unmistakeable desire.

“You are just so. Damn. Needy,” he said plainly. He slid his hands into his open pants and began rubbing his palm over his crotch, sighing at the relief. “Wear the shirt and don’t say ‘Jeongin’.”

“W-why?” You mumbled out between hiccups of breaths. You still wanted answers, even if it meant depriving yourself of fingers in your pussy or his tongue on your clit for another moment. Jeongin chuckled again with no real humour supporting his voice. 

“Because... when I fuck you I want to see you in my clothes.” the coolness of his voice and the bluntness of his words made your jaw drop. “Though I liked you in that dress— so, so fucking much— I want to see you in my clothes more.” Your mouth shut itself as you were at a loss for words, and Jeongin continued, “And when I fuck you, I want you to call me the name only you call me... ‘Innie’... And when I fuck you, I want to know that your mouth, your ass, your thighs, your tits, and your pussy are all mine.” 

“My... my p-pussy?” Your naivety coated your words and made him smile and nod.

“Yes, your pussy—that tasty treat between your legs,” he smiled, making you shut your legs and duck your head down. “But, even though it is technically yours, with the way that I will use it, it’ll be mine.”

Your mouth watered at his words, becoming as wet as your cunt. You almost let your saliva drool down your chin until your Innie finally took his dick out and began pumping it, rolling his head back at the relief. 

His breaths became more audible and his other hand moved to rub his chest. It became clear that he wanted physical affection just as much as you did, but the slow pumps of his dick and the light brush over his angry-looking cockhead told you that he was willing to make you wait for it. That if you didn’t put his shirt on right now—despite the heat of your body, the atmosphere between you two, and the actual weather—that you would be stuck like this in front of him for awhile.

So you put his shirt on without another word.

“Is this good, Innie?” You asked, doe-eyes looking up at him. He smirked, enjoying the sight of his cock so close to your lips. 

“Perfect. You’re so good for me, Y/n.” Your heart fluttered at his praises. After all of this, the simple compliment from him was the act which made you embarrassed. 

But those feelings quickly subsided when his cock brushed your lips, moving along your dampened skin in the same pattern that he had moved the berry before. Though the position made you want to cry from humiliation and made you completely vulnerable to his every action, you stuck your tongue out and licked his tip like it was the tastiest fruit you’ve ever tasted.

“Fuck,” Jeongin moaned out at your actions. “You’re so, so good, Y/n.” And you wanted to be. You wanted to be perfect for him, his perfect fuck toy that he could use whenever he wanted to, that knew how he liked his dick licked and how to dress so that at any moment he could bend you over and use you as he wished. So, you licked faster and opened your mouth more, sucking on his tip and swirling your tongue to collect the delicious taste of his precum. Jeongin moans encouraged you to lick faster and go deeper. His groans and actions, along with the taste of him, made your hands travel down to between your legs and play with your pussy, giving your precious Innie a little show while you sucked his dick. 

This was enough for him for now: you, obedient below him, allowing him to slowly fuck your mouth while one hand pumped his dick and his other gripped your hair for support (with a much softer hold than before when he shoved you to the floor). 

However, Jeongin didn’t feel bad about putting you in your place if it meant that you were like this below him. So nice for him, letting him use your mouth just for his pleasure and even getting off on it as your hands worked your pussy. He would definitely have to train you to fuck yourself one day. Spread you out in front of him and let him touch your pussy in all the beautiful ways only his hands could, making you come over and over again on his hands before making you do it all over again on yours. He would die at the sight and did, in fact, have a wet dream about training you in such a way once. 

However, now, with you below him and with the show you put on earlier while he creeped behind your door, there was only one way he thought of taking you. 

As he was about to cum, he stopped himself and pulled you off of his cock, making your mouth pop on his tip. Though you had gasped for breaths, you still whined for his dick after it left your mouth, making Jeongin’s heart leap at your neediness. 

“Was it not good?” You mumbled out with tears forming in your eyes, about to cry at the thought of not pleasing him well enough. Jeongin was taken aback at the comment.

“No, baby, you were great,” he praised, patting your head and rubbing the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, craving affection from him. 

“Then why did you stop?” You questioned in hopes for reassurance.

“Because,” Jeongin dropped so he was eye-level with your figure, “I want you to get in that position you were in earlier. Facing the bed with your hands on your pussy, yeah?”

At this point, you were done letting the shock of hearing such vulgar words from your friends mouth debilitate you. Though you had previously been stopped in your tracks by such language, you now swiftly moved to the bed and placed your head on the covers with your hands on your cunt. You wanted this more than he could know, and you wanted it now. 

With your hands on your pussy and your head resting on the bed, Jeongin pat your hair before tracing his hands down your shoulders and pressing himself into your back. You felt his cock on your bare ass as he snaked his hands down your sides and onto your stomach before pulling you up so that your pussy was just above the tip of his cock.

“Good girl.” The words of praise made you want to push your thighs together, but you could as Jeongin’s legs trapped your own. You could tell that he had removed his pants now by the feel of his muscular legs brush yours. So, here you sat, on your knees, with your pussy lips tracing the head of his cock and coating the tip in your juices. Jeongin sat on his knees too, supporting you by wrapping his arms around your stomach and resting his head on your shoulder. 

“You want to have all these feelings go away, huh? Want to make me pay for making me do this to you, yeah?” He asked, referencing your gushing slick that soaked his dick. Before you could respond, his tongue traced your ear and made you whine. Nibbling your earlobe, your hands flew to the comforter to stabilize your self and stop you from slamming your cunt onto his dick. 

“Be patient, Y/n,” Jeongin chuckled, his hot breath tickling your skin. “I just wanna enjoy you in my arms, being so sweet for me, for your Innie. Hold yourself open, okay?” he laughed, making tears prickle your eyes for what felt like the millionth time. And you obeyed, spreading yourself open with your awaiting hands that could barely contain themselves. 

But the frustration was too much. You couldn’t do it anymore, let him tease you and laugh at you and never give you the satisfaction that you craved, that you deserved. 

Finally, the tears began to stream down your face. 

“Innie!” you whined out between sobs, “if you don’t fuck me right now, I swear I’ll— ah!”

Your cries were cut out by Jeongin’s dick cramming into you and fucking you open. He sighed at the feeling, smiling at your reaction, then moved one of his hands to wipe your tears away as he kissed your cheek. 

“I t-told you to be patient for me, Y/n,” he whispered in a quivered voice while you shivered from the shock, making his dick feel incredible. “Now, since you were whining and being so bratty, you have to fuck yourself on me, okay? And, maybe if you’re g-good at bouncing your ass on my cock, maybe I’ll consider helping you out.” With a final kiss to your face, he rested his head against yours and began to kitten-lick your ear again. Even in his worst moments, he was so sweet.

You breathed out shakily as you sat on Jeongin’s erection, him completely sheathed in your pussy. 

You were a proud person, and Jeongin knew that. You never backed down from a fight, and never let him win. But, right now, with his hands rubbing your stomach and tits with your ass pressed into his back and your pussy aching from the little twitches his cock made, you knew that you had to move for the sake of your sanity. Tears continued to stream down your face.

Mustering all the strength you could, you pushed your knees into the hardwood floor and your palms into your bed, then rose up on his cock, making you both moan out from the movement. Then, as his tip began to slip from your entrance, you allowed yourself to fall back down and stuff him back inside you. 

“Fuck,” Jeongin cried out in pleasure as you rose again to repeat your actions. Determination, but mostly the amazing feeling of his hard on dragging through your soaking walls kept you going. “Fuck, y/n, keep going!” 

Jeongin’s praises and mewls continued and you bounced faster, going up and down so well that your pussy gushed more and eased the pains of shoving him back into you.

“A-am I g-good, Innie?” You hiccuped out as you dropped down again, your head planting itself onto the bedspread as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock hitting that gooey part inside of you. “A-am I good for you? Am I m-making you happy?” The tears had clogged your voice, but your voice was just steady enough for Jeongin to make out. 

“Y-yes, s-so good, y/n!” Jeongin whimpered out as he gripped you tighter

“Then f-fucking h-help, p-please! You begged as you lifted yourself up. You had no patience left with him, especially when his cock was so fucking good and you couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

Jeongin fucking laughed again, and began to carry himself up on you as you rose up. It made his cock push even deeper into you and made you cry out.

“Innie!” You yelped as you sat back down with him. Before you could pull yourself up again, Jeongin pushed back into you and rose you two up.

“You’ve been so good, y/n,” he whispered into your ear, trailing his fingers down your torso. “Now, let me take over, hm?” You nodded vigorously in agreement as he pulled you back down with him. His fingers began to skillfully brush over your clit in small circles as he rose you two again, barely letting his cock move in and out of you, but instead rocking into you harder and harder with every push and pull.

“Fuck! Th-thank you, Innie!” You yelped out as your hands began to play with your tits for more stimulation.

“A-anything, for you, Y/n,” you whimpered out as he held you still before snapping his own hips into yours. “Anything.” You then held yourself up as he began to fiercely shove his dick inside you, bending you over the bed slightly but never letting you leave his arms. With his dick moving in and out of you, his arms around you, his shirt covered in your sweat and dribble, and his fingers making you moan like this, you knew that were his. 

He pistoned into you faster and faster, his tongue tickling your ear while his hands continued to rub that bundle of nerves with your wetness.

“Innie!” you yelped out at his speed. The feelings that he caused grew and grew, and now you couldn’t imagine your life without them. The way his dick filled you made you feel so fucking complete, and every pull away made you want it more. You clawed at the bedsheets with one hand while the other tried to trace the one that rubbed your clit. Jeongin moaned in your ears at your actions, and the movements of his cock never ceased despite his fast-approaching climax. 

You, on the other hand, were still caught up in the sensations of him inside you. Him fucking you like this, like no one else ever could, of how grateful you were for his hands because yours could never fill you up like his could like yours could. You needed Jeongin, your Innie, to keep fucking you like this forever. Just as long as he went faster, held you tighter, and kept sucking on your neck like he did now. Vigorously he thrusted into you and more and more the feelings between your legs grew until they overtook your whole body.

“K-keep going, Innie!” You yelped out as he pushed harder, more aggressively into your cunt. “P-please! I need you! Only you, Innie!” Jeongin moaned at your words.

“J-just for you, Y/n,” Jeongin mumbled into your neck as his thrusts managed to gain speed again. “Just for you, only you, only ever you, just y-you, j-just— ah!” 

“Innie!” Before Jeongin could finish, your pussy began to twitch around him your juices coated his cock, squirting out and wetting the floor below you. Jeongin looked at your limp, fucked out state in his arms while feeling sweet nectar that leaked from your legs soak his cock, and he felt all sense of control leave himself. Cum filled your cunt and Jeongin continued to pump you, fucking himself harder into you.

“G-gotta sh-show you how much you mean to me, Y/n,” he stuttered out as his body shook with him chasing his orgasm. “F-fuck my c-cum into you, show y-you how g-good you are t-to me.” 

The overstimulation made you claw at his hand and push it away. With a final thrust, Jeongin finally felt satisfied in his work and stopped his movements, letting his soft dick slip out of your worn cunt. The mix of your cum joined the puddle on the floor, dripping down your legs and causing Jeongin to hiss at the sensation of it dribbling on his tip.

He pulled away then, allowing you to slip from his grip and collapse your arms and head on the bed, letting you shake your orgasm away while your bruised knees rested on the floor. Jeongin rolled beside you so that his back pressed into the bed, extending his legs in front of him and allowing his head to fall back onto the wrinkled bedspread.

Jeongin stared at the ceiling, letting his relief that he longed for wash over him. His eyes rolled to your face, which was tired and reddened from your blush, tear-stains, and heat. 

“I’m sorry I made you cry,” he panted out. Despite being exhausted, his hand rose up from the floor slowly landed on the bed and touched yours. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You lazily opened your eyes and met his, then looked up to the sight of his hand brushing against your. You smiled and looked back at the exhausted, beautiful, sweaty boy beside you and wrapped your fingers around his pinky. 

“You already have,” you whispered. “Thank you, Innie.” 

Jeongin smiled, and for the second time today the sun washed over you two, and he remembered just how utterly beautiful you were. 

“Just don’t call me ‘Jeongin’ again,” he chuckled as his thumb rubbed your hand. “Or else we’ll have a real problem.” 

You giggled back at his comment, enjoying the warmth as it radiated off of your sweaty skin. 

[quirkless-accident]

Loud Mouth

I can't remember if someone suggested this or not, but I can't get the thought of how Present Mic would react to Danny's Ghostly Wail out of my head. Perhaps he's fighting another ghost and a literal screaming contest ensues? Danny getting worked up over something, while under a lot of pressure and just stressed out, and accidentally slipping into a Ghostly Wail as he screams. The potential panic and embarrassment from Danny realizing what he just did. Then the bonding potential between the two because of the similarities between their powers in that regard.

(Please feel free to censor my name, I can't ask anonymously. Thanks!)

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Danny's never been known to back down from a challenge. Even a self-inflicted one. All of his friends knew it. All of his teachers knew it. So it was no surprise that Danny was found in one of the gyms, just minutes before curfew.

He was working on a form they had been shown in class and it just wasn't clicking. And on top of that he was stressed out about their upcoming exams-especially for Cementoss' class, considering Literature has never been his strong suit.

He had a pair of headphones on, and because of that he didn't hear it when the door opened. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him, as he tripped up in the form again.

He didn't hear the newcomer as he threw off his headphones and yelled out in frustration. His power ripped itself from his throat, shattering the wall of mirrors and sending most of the heavy equipment flying into the walls.

He stood there, frustrated as he looked at the destruction he accidentally caused. Why did his throat hurt? Was this a new power? Why did he suddenly feel like crying?

"Those are quite the pipes you got there, Listener."

Danny whirled around, only to see Present Mic. He looked a little surprised, and with his tilted sunglasses it might have even been a little funny. But Danny was frustrated beyond belief, and he had just caused a lot of damage to school property.

And in his experience, that kind of thing never ended well. Not with teachers.

He quickly bowed at the waist, a stream of apologies slipping from his lips. He expected a verbal lashing. And, maybe, a small, small part of him expected a physical one, too. It had only happened once, but it was enough to make him warry of it happening every time. Even from teachers who were heroes, because at the end of the day they were still teachers.

"No sweat, Listener," Mic said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder and bringing him out of his bow. "It happens more often than you think. Besides, it doesn't really look like this," he looked at the destruction of the room, "was on purpose."

"Still-I'm sorry. I don't-I don't know what that was. That's never happened before."

Danny was, admittedly, a little scared. He's knows for a fact he didn't have any ghost powers that could cause this kind of destruction. Not with such little effort, anyway. And usually there were scorch marks littered along the broken pieces. But here, there were none. And it wasn't making sense. And he was kind of scared.

""That's okay," Mic said softly, looking down at him. It was weird seeing his usually high-energy teacher be so calm about this kind of thing. "It just looks like a new part of your quirk has been unlocked. And from the looks of it, it's your voice. Does your throat hurt?"

It did, as a matter of fact. He hadn't noticed until mic had asked, but now that he was paying attention to it the pain was almost unbearable. So he nodded instead of trying to speak again, and Mic gave him a knowing smile.

"Elm tea will help with the soreness. If it still hurts in the morning then I would see Recovery Girl. And I'll talk to Eraser about setting up some private lessons with me, if you want. This kind of power can be really destructive, ya dig? It's important to learn how to control it. Especially if we're frustrated."

It was a lot of information, and Mic must have known that, because instead of trying to overload him some more he placed a firm hand on his back and led him out of the gym.

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When he walked into class the next day, Aizawa pulled him to the side.

"If you want to train with Mic with this new power than meet him at Ground Omega after school today," he said. "Also, these are from him," he handed Danny a box. It was a new pair of headphones, since he had apparently destroyed his other pair last night in his burst of frustration. But before he could even begin to process that, there was a warm, firm hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Aizawa, who suddenly had a soft look on his face. "It's important to take breaks every once in a while," he said. "And it's even more important to ask for help."

It was a clear message, and Danny couldn't help but duck his head with a quiet, "Yes, sir." Aizawa nodded and let him go to his desk. And at lunch, he tested out the new headphones Mic had given him.

They were perfect.

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He trained with Mic after school three days a week. He didn't want to strain his voice, which was already sounding a little more rough. Right now, he was at the all or nothing point with this new power, and it was leaving him more than a little exhausted. But Mic told him that when he first got his quirk, that's how it was for him, too.

Of course, there are a few differences between the powers. No two quirks are the same, after all. For instance, while Mic could go crazy high of crazy low with his pitches, Danny could really only do one. It was devastatingly powerful-even more so than Mic's when he went all out. And man, wasn't that a crazy thought. That one of his minor powers was stronger than a whole pro hero.

On the days they didn't practice with their voices, Mid taught him JSL. Mic's quirk made him hard of hearing, which wasn't a big surprise. Most people with quirks like this often were. But since Danny was practicing with it a lot more, it was important for him to learn as well, just in case his hearing ever got shot. Plus it was just a nice skill to have, especially with scared civilians and angry Pomeranians he shared a floor with in the dorms.

It was all enough to take his mind off of the stressful part of their exams, and he ended up passing his literature one with a decent score. That dumb form he had been so frustrated with had been quickly tamed, and now he was onto the next one. And he owed all of it to Mic, because now, when talking got to be too much, he could just sign.

And if he was feeling overwhelmed, he could just put on his new headphones and ground himself once more.

[jostepherjoestar]

Rodeo Gyro

notsfw !! // gn reader // taking care of Gyro and thigh riding 

notes/warnings: thigh riding, mild biting, gyro teasing reader

I really wanted to write an nsfw Gyro fic since that cowboy makes my brain mushy. So here it is 🥰 yeehaw besties 💖✨

link to AO3

–NSFW BELOW THE CUT– MINORS DNI –

“On your left!” You grunted out with a heave as you tossed the hay bale towards Gyro. Droplets of sweat trickled down your skin, forehead already soaked from the heat and the beads running down your back not making it easier not to flinch as they settled at the base of your spine. It’s another scorching summer and the stables are worse off than the outside. You were never one to hate a good nap in the hay come wintertime, but during summers like these you wished to step out of your skin itself for some relief.

The blond easily caught your throw, letting out a small sound on impact he’d rather you didn’t hear. Can’t have you thinking he’s handling this heat any worse than you, now can he? Although, his shirt has been long gone. He proudly announced that Italians know how to handle heat, boasting that his grandfather worked in 45 degree weather and never as much as peeped about it.

You had rolled your eyes at his statement but the annoyance at his antics soon faded when he had revealed his torso.

His skin was a beautiful olive hue, no tan lines, indicating he had probably spent his spare time just as shirtless as now. The muscled lines surging over him seemed sculpted by God themself, a dewy shine having already settled on his godly abs and pecs.

And his arms, oh his arms. Those hay bales had kept him fighting-fit and soon your eyes trailed the expanse of his chest where short curly planes of hair rested, only further emphasising his muscular pecs.

Like you were being guided by the valleys and streams of a gorgeous landscape, you arrived right at the river mouth: a trail of more short curly hairs barely visible by their champagne colour leading you down a path of despair you’d happily embark on. It led all the way from his belly button down to where his jeans started, his signature belt buckle making you realise just how dry your throat had gotten.

And all this in a mere second, or two. Or at least five, who are you kidding? You had cleared your throat and resumed throwing Gyro the hay bales one by one, trying your hardest to focus on the task at hand. It had been going well too, a steady pace made time fly by quickly. Just a couple more to go and you’d be able to gulp down a liter of water and a glass of iced tea to top it off.

If only that glimmer of a bead of sweat making its way down Gyro’s sculpted back hadn’t distracted you. As Gyro slowly turned, time almost seeming to have slowed, you threw the bale right at his middle, much lower than anticipated and landing it straight into his ribs. You gasped and rushed over quickly to your helping hand who was bent over and breathing out painful wheezes.

“Watch where you throw those! Christ…almost knocked me back to Napoli”

But he regained his unaffected self after a few deep breaths, while you knew how heavy these stupid bales were. He swatted you off as soon as you tried to check the place of impact.

“Sorry Gyro…I got distracted! Uh, if you want I can finish up alone!”

You felt bad for letting him get caught in the crossfire of your longing stares, cursing this damn heat once again. He only brushed you off with another quip and urged you to throw the last couple ones faster so you’d both be done quicker. You could clearly see the hit bothered him but he remained ever prideful and kept on working till the last bale was stacked.

“Hey I’m sorry, man. I’ll watch out better next time. I think I have a salve that’s really good at soothing pain. I can go-“

Before you could even finish Gyro tutted, waving his hands a little too close to your face and scrunching his nose.

“That’s enough, I’m a grown man, I’ll live”

And with that he grumbled off, back to the main house where Johnny had been resting on the porch, trying just as hard to beat the heat.

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Ointment in hand and as stubborn as the Italian you were bringing it to, you knocked on Gyro’s bedroom door. He had his own private guest room at Johnny’s place, they’ve basically moved in together but neither is admitting to it for some god-knows silly reason. But as much as they’re best friends, you’ve also got a neat spot on Johnny’s moderate ranch he acquired after the race. A bed to sleep in and a roof over your head for when you’re helping out at the stables like today.

Your knock was curtly answered, the door being swung open in one swift move, sending your hair flying in the startling wind of his antics.

A bit taken aback by his brashness you cautiously stepped inside. You were used to Gyro’s behaviour by now and had a feeling he was feeling a little grumpy, since he always gets like this when he’s hurt but too prideful to admit it.

“So I got you the ointment…” you leaned on the heels of your boots tentatively, trying not to stare at him.

Gyro had moved back into the chaise longue that rested at the end of his bed, obviously miffed, clenching his jaw while crossing his legs. Obviously the idiot was in pain with every move, and badly trying to hide it too.

“Gyro, stop being such a baby. Here-“ you slid over and joined him, the little glass jar already opened by the time your behind fully met the soft cushioned seating.

“ ‘M not being a baby. Just- do your stupid ointment thing please” He huffed under his breath, uncrossing his legs again.

“You uh, you’re gonna need to take off your shirt for that. Do you need help?”

Your question might have been earnest, filled with care for your close friend and his well being, but a small part of you was chomping at the bit to see his beautiful torso again. This time, even closer.

“Fine. Try not to stare as much though, darling. That’s what got me stuck with this pain in the first place” his remark was quick, finally turning to face you, his big golden grin shining back at you. Like his grills were rubbing salt in the gaping wound you didn’t know he knew about.

“Oh-“ you paused, trying to control the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Well. Shut up before I poke your bruise!” you scooped up a small dollop of the cooling ointment, hand hovering just above the already purple spot forming on his ribs. You really did a number on him with that hay bale.

Gyro clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, friendly bickering between you two was never far off. But his cheeky annoyance quickly washed away as the cooling gel met his warm skin. Your touch was gentle, rubbing circles on the sore area while your other hand rested on his waist. You looked so focused, your brow scrunched up and lips pressed tightly together in concentration. He’d always thought it was cute how lost you could get in your tasks. And he was beyond pleased he was your task for the moment. So pleased in fact, that he found no use in holding back his wiles anymore. Perhaps the lack of sweet and caring touches got to him- not that his pride would let him admit that fact.

“Say, why’re you holding on to me so tightly, sweetheart? I won’t run” Gyro teased, his tone dropping down to a sultry smooth grit that made your cheeks heat up once more. His comment made you snap out of your focus, realising that he’d been right. His comment only making you want the earth to swallow you whole.

“Just trying to be thorough, Gyro. A-and you were squirming! Now let me finish-“ you defended yourself. Not that you seemed all too sure of your case, the way Gyro smirked at you made your resolve falter more and more with each second passing.

“I wasn’t squirming” his eyes had all but cast over with a deeper hue of alluring emerald. His calloused hand now gently holding your wrist. You could only helplessly stare up at him, the shift in mood not having gone unnoticed. A familiar heat already earning footing between your thighs. Somewhere deep inside you were scolding yourself, angry at Gyro’s effect on you. Letting yourself get distracted and now turning to putty when he’s only holding on to your wrist. Angry that you wanted nothing more than for him to continue whatever scheme he was up to.

With your wrist still in hand, Gyro closed the small glass jar of ointment and slid it further along the chaise longue.

“Well I must thank you for taking care of me, even if it was your fault I got hurt-“ The fires blazing in your eyes and the sour look you shot at his remark only made him chuckle.

“Yes, Gyro. I was there.” Through gritted teeth and nothing short of annoyed you tried to tug your wrist out of his hold. It only made him tighten it around you.

“I wasn’t done talking, darling.” He tutted.

“Let me return the favour. I’m feeling charitable today”

“Gyro, what?” You rolled your eyes, what was this idiot getting at? First, he gets all sensual and now he’s straight up teasing you. Not that it wasn’t just as titillating, his pet names for you only made your head swim and thighs clamp together.

His answer was clear, setting you down on his lap in a quick move that caught you by surprise. And there you were, the spot you’ve only fantasised of being. His natural musk having become the very air you breathed to survive. Stunned and still slightly confused you let him put your arms around his neck. Your legs however, were strategically placed on either side of one of his thighs.

“You in for the ride? I won’t hold it against you if you want us to stop” His tone was sincere, gaze softened just enough to let you know it was alright.

“Y-yes. Yes. I- yes Gyro” you sputtered. God, this was embarrassing but you were glad you didn’t sound as desperate as you really were to be this close to him. At least you thought so.

And with that, the blond cowboy was satisfied, letting out a little “nyoho” that somehow remained sultry.

You suddenly became all too aware why he’d placed you like this, over his thigh. But there wasn’t much time to think, not when Gyro moved into your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline. His lips were softer than you’d expected. His breaths so nice and warm whenever he moved further down your sensitive skin.  

“I’ve seen you ride,” he murmured into your skin just below your left ear. “Now show me how it’s done, cowboy” goosebumps rose all over your skin, letting out a shuddering moan as he bit into you. Not quite hard enough to make you yelp out in pain, but just enough for you to rock your hips straight into his tensed thigh.

He continued his assault on your neck, bites and kisses alternated on each side as you rocked your needy heat on him. With a particularly hard bite, your arm snapped to right next to Gyro, exactly where his hat had been laying on the chair. Even in the heat of the moment you grabbed it and plopped it down onto his champagne locks.

“Keep it on please” your breath shuddered as you continued. He had moved his lips to your shoulders now, moving away your top to reach every spot he wished to worship.

Every swish of your hips drove you further and further, lost in the pleasure as your head felt like it might just explode. Tingles had already started making their way up your abdomen when Gyro released himself from your skin.

“Tell me what you want,” He asked roughly. He was having a hard time keeping it together, it seemed.  

“Y-you, Gyro” you whimpered, slowing yourself and burying your face inside the crook of his neck. Too embarrassed to face his stare just yet.

“I know that, sweetheart. But tell me what is you want exactly”

“Gyro…” you whined, burying yourself even deeper.

“Yes?” He quipped, pulling himself back and taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, that stupid grin antagonising you.

Cheeks heated and puffy you had no choice but to give in. “I want you to fuck me Gyro. Are you happy now?”

“Nyoho, very happy! I knew that” he laughed.

“Oh fuck you!” You grimaced, still trying to chase that fleeting peak that you were so close to.

“I like hearing you beg for it, darling” his lips had finally met yours, melting away any and all of his teasing, just like that. God, he made it so easy to give into him. He was just as playful now though, swirling his tongue and clashing his lips with yours like he was taming you.

As he continued his sloppy passionate kiss back down your jaw, you sped up your riding. Never one to finish last.

One last peck and one last tug of your skin between his golden clad teeth and you could feel fireworks rising all the way up to the top of your head. Gyro grinned widely as he admired you, using him like he’d asked you to. One less thing he needs to fantasise about, he’s living it. And eating up every single second of it, the throbbing in his pants nearly took care of itself. He stared in awe, your face contorting in pleasure as you tried your best to contain your desperate moans. Your breath was ragged as you came down from your high, letting your full weight rest on his thigh even though you were beyond sensitive at this point.

“You’ve never looked better riding like that, beautiful” a single soft peck touched the tip of your nose, the gesture was surprisingly gentle.

You had regained your senses enough to start up your own round of teasing. Sporting the same grin he had just a minute ago, you started pushing him down the chaise longue, landing him on his back.

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow. The pain in his ribs all but forgotten thanks to your treatment.

“I ain’t done riding just yet. Better hold on to that hat cowboy” slick as ever you dove down to return a forceful kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of Gyro. Not before letting out a “nyoho” in his surprise.

Oh, he was going to like this even more than your last rodeo.  

[yoificfinder]

Hello! Thank you for the work you do. I've found so many awesome fics through your tumblr which made my life so much happier. I was wondering if you'd please share any fics you or others know where Victor or Yuuri experience a significant disability that is new and that they are adjusting to. Thank you!!!

Hello and you're welcome!

I interpreted your request as them being injured in canon (or at least a 'verse where they are skaters) and here are my recs:

A Practical Guide to Winning the Olympics (Do's and Don'ts) by Anna (arctic_grey) [E, 106K]

When pair skater Yuuri Katsuki’s career comes to a scandalous end, he does not expect the retired pair skating legend Viktor Nikiforov to suggest that they compete together. But taking on a new skating partner is full of trial and error, and the skating world doesn’t know how to react when the Katsuki-Nikiforov duo, against all odds, starts doing well. The last thing either of them should do, as they strive for their last chance at greatness, is to fall in love. Yuuri knows he is damaged goods, and Viktor knows his body is starting to fail him. They have competitions to survive and medals to win. No, falling in love is out of the question; they’re just very good friends. And even if Viktor felt something, he’d never act on it, and even if Yuuri happened to be hopelessly in love, he’d be mortified if Viktor ever found out.

“Well,” Viktor said, “let’s summarise: I’m pushing thirty, have a bad ankle, and haven’t skated competitively in three years. You’re barely out of a doping scandal, coachless, and on the JSF’s blacklist. Hell, Yuuri – we might as well go for it, then. What on earth do we have to lose?”

When Viktor put it like that, it seemed to make an awful lot of sense.

Dog People by stillmadaboutpetra [E, 94K]

“I’m feeling like you have a mail-order Russian boytoy sleeping in your bed.”

“Phichit! Don’t call him that,” Yuuri snaps, ears scorched and heart kicked into fury. “Vicchan isn’t a – only you would say something – he’s just – it’s not – it’s not like that. It’s definitely not like that!”

Phichit takes a delicate sip of his tea, blinking far too innocently at Yuuri. “Oh? My, what a reaction. Tell me, Yuuri, what is it like? Because the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen apparently crawls on his knees for you and begs for your attention.”

OR

Yuuri thinks he's being scammed when the guy he almost slept with quite literally throws himself at Yuuri's feet and begs.

Olympic gold medalist Victor Nikiforov is, instead, casually falling apart.

here comes a thought by @crossroadswrite [G, 7K]

Yuuri dreams about his last competition a lot. How could he not when it changed his life so viscerally.

In his dreams, it’s always falling. It’s never hitting the ground, because Yuuri knows what happens when he hits the ground – torn ACL, mild concussion and a nasty bruise on his head that had lasted for weeks. It’s never the pain he’s afraid of in his dreams, Yuuri’s well used to pain.

It’s the act of falling, the promise of pain and failure. It’s what falling means. It haunts Yuuri, even now when the bruise on his head is completely gone and his knee is slowly healing.

(Or: Yuuri struggles with being forced into retirement by an injury, Victor struggles with getting Yuuri to talk about it, and they still love each other through all of it.)

lonely two-legged creatures by @poodlesandsucculents [T, 70K]

In a world where Yuuko stopped the triplets from uploading Yuuri’s “Stammi Vicino” video, Yuuri never returns to skating, and instead builds a new life for himself in Hasetsu. Three years later, an injury forces Victor into retirement just before he turns 30. Desperate to crawl out of the depression he now finds himself in, Victor decides to take his first ever vacation, and shows up on the doorstep of the hot spring resort a very handsome drunk boy once told him about at a party. Then he sort of never leaves.

Perhaps we are halves of the same star by llythl [T, 8K] *WIP

He does not know how to say, "I was supposed to go to you."

He does not know how to say - "You should know me," - and there is an accusation in that one, but he is not sure who it blames.

Yuuri's injury pulls him from the fated GPF. But Victor finds him anyway - and fails to recognize him.

Canon-divergent: Where those who are meant to - find each other in the end.

Other recs are welcome!

[futurewriter2000]

Taking a Risk

A/N: I think I just fell in love with Ron with this one. God, I love that man. Also ginger men should have more loving. I’m so glad I got this request because I enjoyed writing this every bit.

REQUEST by @tmrwriter​: I was wondering if you could write a imagine about the reader and Ron Weasley being really obvious that they have a crush on each other, but Harry and Hermione try to push them to get together? IDK but i <3 the work u do! Keep up the great work!!

XX

It takes a lot of strength and time for a person to admit their true emotions and if emotions weren’t complicated, maybe everything would be much easier. 

You tried to ignore the butterflies and the uncomfortable heat on your cheeks as you were in the same room as him. Harry was digging deep into his potion’s essay, as well as Hermione, who was reading so fast. Both you and Ron have been trying to write the assignment for Flitwick’s class. He was sitting next to you, pretending to read the instructions for the assignment. Harry and Hermione already finished theirs, thanks to the brilliant Hermione Granger, who likes to finishe everything ahead. They had partnered up immediately after Flitwick said that the assignment must be done in pairs. Ron and you have decided to partner up as well.

That was harder than it sounded. Every time he was close to you, your body would tense up, your hands would become clammy and your cheeks were in this nice rosey colour. Every time you would glance at him, he was already watching you. His piercing blue eyes were soft on you, always were. The way he admired every little feature on you. The lines at the corners of your mouth whenever you smiled, the blush on your cheeks and the tension between your eyebrows. Every single bone in his body was telling him that everything pointed to him- that the blush on your cheeks were caused by him. 

When you caught him staring it was his turn to blush. His freckles that matched his eyes so perfectly hid under the blush of his cheeks. Sometimes you could see it reach his ears that almost glowed in a red colour. Just like him, you thought that all the signs pointed at you- that maybe, just maybe, in a glimmer of hope, you were the cause of his frustration. 

You’d bump into him- just gently enough to shake him out of his thoughts. He’d look at you with a grin and stared into your eyes until you felt your stomach twist and turn inside of you. It made you uncomfortable but excited in a pleasing way. You smiled and turned your eyes away, back into the book that you had to focus on but to God’s will, you couldn’t do it with his knee touching yours and spreading all sorts of feelings through your body. 

Oh, he did it on purpase. He wasn’t the shy, awkward kid you had met in your First year. No, something happened during the summer that made him so much more confident in himself. He’d bump his knee continuously,  teasing you even. 

You’d smile through your blush. “What are you doing?” you asked and he’d turn away with a grin. 

“Looking.” he dragged the word out as he flipped through the pages. 

He looked up at Hermione, still grinning and it didn’t last any second longer to let Hermione know what that meant. She moved her elbow a bit too fast until it hit the mug of tea and spilled it all over Harry’s essay and his robes. 

“Hermione!” Harry glared at her, feeling the boiling water scorch his skin. “That’s my assig-”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Harry!” she quickly got up, catching all of your attention. “Here- let’s go to my dorm. I think I have a book that can fix all of this.” she pulled his sleeve but Harry pulled back.

“I have all of my stuff here. Can’t you bring your book here.” he started to calm down a bit yet a little bit of anger was still present in his tone. 

Hermione couldn’t believe his brain. “No, Harry. No, I cannot.”

“Why not?” Harry kept looking as she continued to spread her eyes widely at him, glancing over at the pair.

“Because-” she tried to come up with an excuse. “-it would be faster if you take the essay before it’s too late.” 

“What?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Oh, for God’s sake Harry.” she grabbed his sleeve and started pulling him with him, grabbing the essay in as well. You could see and hear them whispering something to each other, Hermione gently hitting Harry over the head with the essay.

“What was that for?” he rubbed the back of his head.

“How dim-witted could you be, Harry?” you could hear as both of them turned around the corner and disappeared.

Both you and Ron laughed at their disappearance. 

“Tossers.” Ron chuckled under his breath, catching your attention and making your realize that you and him were completely alone in the common room. Not a soul left.

It caused the blush to creep back to your cheeks, even your ears but you tried to focus back on the book... the book that was on his side of the table. 

“Okay, so how about we finally finish this assignment today and-”

“Isn’t it due till the end of the week?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“It is but don’t you want to finish it sooner?” you asked, completely oblivious to his intention.

His smile fell into a fading frown as he turned around to the book and kept looking at you. He was a bit frustrated if he was honest with himself. This assignment gave the two of you time to spend together and you just wanted to finish this. So did that mean that you didn’t have feelings for him... not even a little bit. 

You could see him hesitating in his answer, making you a bit more aware of the true meaning of your question. 

“I guess so.” he said, forcing a smile on his face as he looked at you. 

It took you his answer to realise that you wanted to hear the opposite of what he said. It took you his answer and his hesitation to realise that this assignment gave both of you time alone and that you had done nothing but love that time alone with him. 

“Afraid of losing your reputation?” you bumped into him, trying to lighten up the mood that you had apereantly ruined. 

“What reputation?” he furrowed his eyebrows, feeling your knee pressed against him and causing him to get a bit more flustered. 

Seeing his face glow red, you felt the adrenalin pump your heart and risk the chance of getting it broken. You were done waiting for answers. You wanted to know now and the adrenalin gave you an enormous amount of courage to do so. You leaned forward, face to face as he swallowed thickly. 

Everything told you to just go for it. Every single bone in your body but you chickened out, so you reached for the book on his side and backed away slowly. 

Your heart was thumping, not only in your chest but you could feel every vein in your body press against your skin. “The one where you do everything last minute. Imagine shocking Flitwick with giving him the assignment  a day early.” you let out a nervous laugh, flipping through the pages but not really knowing what you were looking for.

He was silent for a while, trying to gather his thoughts and his body funtion because suddenly, he couldn’t move a thing- not even his mouth. 

“Uhm-” he cleared his throat, smiling a bit awkwardly. “Yeah.” he let out a gentle laugh, staring at you.

What did you just do? You leaned forward, close enough to kiss him and he caught you staring at his lips but it took you a milisecond to change your mind and back away. 

Merlin, all he wanted was to kiss you- to touch you, to hold you so close but all he did was watch you from the end of his couch. 

He stared into the piece of parchment. There was nothing written on there. The two of you have been sitting here for an hour and there was literally not even a draft- not on his side and not on yours. What did the two of you do for the entire hour if not do the assignment? 

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked on your side of the desk, finding another piece of parchment completely empty. He found you flipping through the pages of a book but your eyes were directed somewhere at the floor and your thoughts somewhere at the clouds. 

He felt himself lick his lips. You were about to kiss him, weren’t you?

He felt his confidence come back from the shadows it hid. He put the book on the desk, seeing as you have noticed it with the flick of your eyes but decided to ignore him. You didn’t say a word, only pretended to read as fast as Hermione and flip a page. The funny problem was that nobody else could read as fast as Hermione.

He felt himself smile as he approached you, slowly sitting closer and closer to you. His large hand placed itself on the top of the book and you could see nice veins pop define the lines of his hands. His nails weren’t bitten like Harry’s were but they were nicely taken care of and healthy. He pulled the book away and closed it, then putting it gently on the desk. 

You didn’t dare to look into his eyes. You knew that the moment you do, you’d melt away into a puddle of emotions. 

Your heart was pumping so hard in your chest you thought it would burst. When his nicely large hands removed themselves from the book, they followed up to your thighs and up to your own hands. They were so small compared to his and you found your fingers wonder on every freckle they had.

He smiled at the wonderfully nice and gentle reaction he got from you. It only boosted his confidence. He came too far, he was not about to back down now. 

“(y/n).” he spoke softly and quietly. “Look at me.” he continued. “I have to tell you something.”

With all your might, you looked up into his blue eyes, feeling your soul catch on fire as you did. He was smiling at you with courage but you could see flashes of anxiety come and go. 

You wanted him to tell you, tell you now. Right now!

So, you took his hands into a firmer grip and pulled them a bit closer- watching him with eyes that almost pleaded him to tell you what you wanted to hear. 

He took a deep breath in and out. This felt so much harder that he ever imagined it to be. You were his best friend and now, you were looking him with eyes that expected something and all he could hope for was that he would exceed in your expectations. 

“I like you.” he seemed to spill out, softer than he intended to. Your grip tightened and he could feel his hands squeeze as if you were expecting more. “More than friends.” he continued, raising gaze from your hands up to your eyes, only to find them glimmering in joy. Your smile was sincere and gorgeous- just like the rest of you. “And I would really, desperately want to kiss you.” he started leaning forward, seeing as you nodded gently and moved in as well. 

He was so afraid yet eager to finally get the chance to kiss you- no, not the chance. To actually, finally kiss you. 

It was just a small touch of your lips and as soon as he felt them against his own, he slipped in his tongue and deepened the kiss. His hand removed itself from yours and went up to your jaw, pulling you closer. Both of your hands went up from his abdoment to his chest, gripping and twisting the shirt in your hands. He smiled as he had felt your urge to kiss him, to feel proud of himself risking his heart to tell you what he had felt because he had felt it for so long, he almost felt himself burst. 

He removed his hands your cheeks and slid them down to your waist, gripping you firmly and pulling you onto his lap. The two of you parted only for a moment, a second, to take a breath, to look each other into the eyes filled with joy and lust. He wanted to lean in but you pressed your thumb on his lips, dragging it down and brushing it all over his lower lip. He smiled at your touch yet he still wanted more. 

“I like you too.” you said and it took him by surprise to hear you say that. He didn’t know he needed to. He thought that the kiss was just enough to prove him that you shared the same feelings as he did but saying those words to him felt even better, like a conformation. 

“Good. Because this would have been awkward if you didn’t.” he smiled and you laughed, pulling him into another kiss. 

[foodieforthoughts]

Sand and Stars - Chapter Five

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of war, military technicalities, slight angst, fluff, implied smut

A/N: Well Hello! Our dear Captain Alex has finally made an appearance! A big thank you to @thelastsock​ who is patiently beta-reading this, I love you woman with my whole heart.

<Chapter Four

Title: Chapter Five

The sun felt scorching hot on her skin as Olivia loaded her gun near the parked Humvees. A mild throbbing at the base of her skull added to the uncomfortable sensations each time she moved. She hadn’t planned to drink almost half a bottle of whiskey last night, but it was cold, and she needed the warmth.

Also, the drink had sort of been a gift from Sy.

Olivia groaned as the memories from last night flashed through her mind. She had literally invited him for a kiss, throwing herself on her Captain like a wanton whore. She felt embarrassed even thinking about it. Thankfully for her, Sy had a better judgement about entertaining drunk women and had resorted to just giving her a tight hug.

Her stomach felt queasy as a sour taste filled her mouth. She swallowed as the uncomfortable feeling set at the pit of her stomach. Running a hand over her sweat covered forehead, Olivia rested against the vehicle.

She felt worthless. Olivia couldn't shake the feeling of repeating history, despite the extreme effort of will she put her hungover mind to this time. She slung her gun over her shoulder as a distant memory of her time with Alex began flashing before her eyes.

The sound of their hurried footsteps on the marble floor echoed through the empty hall. It was almost noon, the temperature soaring high and drinks becoming difficult to keep down. Alex chuckled as Olivia pulled him towards a bathroom door, not caring whether it was for the ladies or the gents. She had been begging for Alex’s attention ever since they got to the wedding party for a fellow soldier, downing an unusual amount of alcohol before finally gathering up the courage to whisper naughty things in his ear. She had been hung over her Captain for far too long, it was time for her to finally taste him.

Olivia massaged her temple with her fingers. She had been so stupid and naïve to start something with Alex. Her Captain. She regretted it now more than ever, 3 years of hookups later. Alex had been her friend since she re-enlisted again after completing her Aviation course. Though to tell the truth she'd been crushing on him since she first laid eyes on his beautiful face. His unbridled confidence, panty-melting smile and boyish charm had worked its magic on Olivia’s mind. It wasn’t something she thought of pursuing on a long-term basis, but his sweet nature only kept driving her closer to him. She liked that he showered her with affection all the time, something her attention-starved mind craved desperately. Only she had mistaken her lust for love.

“Really? Here? You know our seniors are present out on the lawn.” Alex snickered as Olivia began undoing his belt. His blazing eyes sparkled with what was to come next, the anticipation dancing in his beautiful orbs. Dinners together had turned into overnight stays and eventually Olivia had kissed Alex one night, crossing the line of friendship with no turning back.

“We are on leave, aren’t we?” She had suggestively smiled at him, palming his bulge through his pants. She leaned in to kiss Alex, feeling the softness of his lips brushing against hers. She felt her arousal beginning to wet through the thin fabric of her panties as Alex plunged his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth.

Olivia grinned mischievously as she hopped on the sink counter pulling Alex by his tie to stand between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her in to steal another kiss. She unzipped his pants as Alex began trailing down her neck, planting soft kisses over her warm skin and cupping her breast through her dress.

“I don’t have a condom,” Alex said against the skin peeking just above her breast.

“I’m on the pill,” she shrugged and pulled his hardening cock out of its constraints. It pulsated in her hand as she pumped him. Alex groaned into her soft skin and nipped at her in retaliation, making her hiss with pleasure. She bit her lip as she watched him take over his cock and enter her aching folds. Alex let out an unrestrained moan as her warmth enveloped his throbbing member.

“Happy birthday, little birdie.” Olivia blinked as Sy appeared in front of her, smiling from under his cap. He was dressed in his combat fatigues, the vest making him look bigger than he already was. “Hangover?”

Olivia shook her head, warmth spreading over her chest as the vivid memories registered in her mind. “Just…uh, regular headache.” She smiled at her Captain. Her eyes lingered on his, mesmerized yet again by the intensely blue orbs looking back at her. She noticed the freckles on his nose and his lip and the changing shade of brown of his beard as it travelled down his neck.

“Maybe later we can have some chai while we watch the sunset?” Sy leaned against the metal body of the Humvee, one hand resting low on his hip.

Olivia tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrow. “Sunset? You do realize I fly a chopper for a living? I’ve seen my fair share of sunsets and sunrises by now.”

“But you haven’t seen a sunset with me.” A smirk formed on Sy’s lips, challenging her for another excuse.

Olivia felt a flutter in the pit of her belly and her mouth opened as she was rendered speechless. She felt herself balancing over the same dangerously thin line again. In a weird sense, this didn’t feel the same for her like it was with Alex. With him she had felt a rush of becoming reckless, but with Sy she wanted to be cautious, mindful. When he had kissed her forehead last night and embraced her, she had never felt more safe in the world like she did in that moment.

“Okay.” She nodded, “Rooftop like last night?” Olivia suggested as her unit members began getting into the Humvees, ready to head out. Sy tipped his cap in confirmation before walking towards his own team and barking orders to mount up.

Out in the desert, Olivia spent the rest of her day interacting with the locals and listening to their problems. She was following Lieutenant Pepps's orders about sympathizing with the public, to ensure they get local support in the future. As she listened to a weeping woman complain about the scarcity of food, her mind drifted back to a memory with Alex.

“What changed, Liv?” Alex pulled at her wrist, turning her around to face him. Olivia yanked at his hold, trying to free herself from his grasp. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“Alex,” She pleaded, closing her eyes to escape this conversation. She had spent time in Afghanistan and the things she’d seen had changed her. She had seen the fragile nature of life and understood it was useless to be wasting her precious years on someone she only cared about as a friend.

“Tell me, Liv.” His voice was laced with anger, his eyes burning with hatred. “Tell me you don’t love me so that I can remove myself from your life. Because I can’t be your friend, not after all this.” He let go of her hand, slumping his shoulders as his eyes misted with tears and he fell on his knees.

Liv felt the weight of her actions crumbling her down in front of him. She never intended to hurt him, but she couldn’t love him, at least not the way he wanted her to. The possibility of losing her friend forever made her emotions win over her determination to end things with him. “I’m sorry, Alex. I’ll do better. I’m so sorry.”

Olivia sighed as she watched the sun slowly drift towards the horizon casting an orange hue over the sky. She had never gathered the courage to break things with Alex again. He had tried labelling them in a relationship, but she had avoided the topic like the plague. Their arrangement worked as they were deployed to different locations which gave her time away from him, only forcing her to pretend when they were on leave together. She grasped the Saint Christopher medal lying against her chest in her hand and felt the consequences of her actions pricking at her heart.

“Hey,” Sy called out from the doorstep leading out on the roof. He had a canteen in one hand and two cups in another. Liv had walked up to the roof as soon as they had returned to base. The parked white truck had indicated that Sy was back too but since there still had been time until sunset, she had decided to wait out alone on the roof.

“Hey,” she cleared her throat, shaking her head to ward away thoughts about Alex. She smiled weakly at Sy and walked towards him.

Sy frowned with his eyebrows scrunching together. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Did Mahmoud make the chai for us?” She changed the subject, sitting on the pile of sandbags against a wall.

“No, I did.” Sy proudly informed as he took a seat beside her.

Olivia watched as Sy poured the steaming cardamom tea in the cups and handed one to her. She breathed in the aroma before taking a sip of the hot liquid. “Incredible. When did you learn to make chai?”

“Picked up the recipe over the years.” He shrugged his shoulders, but Olivia noticed his chest puff up with pride on getting complimented on his acquired skill. Sy turned to face towards the expanse of the desert beyond the compound, silently sipping his tea.

“Captain Syverson, man of many talents.” She said in a sing-song voice and leaned back against the wall, bringing her knees up to her chest and holding her cup with both her hands.

Liv watched as Sy chuckled, his shoulders shaking with his laughter. The hair of his beard over his upper lip glistened with steam caught in it, almost urging her to wipe her hand over his mouth.

“You are staring, little birdie.” He looked at her sideways, his lips curling at the corners.

Liv rolled her eyes, but her mouth twitched with a smile forming on them. “What’s with the nickname?”

“Well you fly the Little Bird, so that makes you little Birdie.”

She laughed as he finished his sentence, looking at him to see if he was joking. “How original, Sy.” She shook her head dismissively, but a fluttery feeling settled in her heart.

“Hey, I didn’t want to call you by the names everyone used.” He defended himself, feigning hurt dramatically by clutching his left pec over his heart.

Liv continued to laugh thinking about the silly reason behind the nickname, but adding it to the list of names she already had. They sat in silence, enjoying their tea as they watched the sun dipping down the horizon with every passing minute. The sky burst into a mixed palette of orange and purple, the clouds drifting away with the wind.

She felt Sy’s eyes on her as she sipped the remnants of tea from her cup. She bit her lip feeling mischievous and commented, “You’re staring, Captain.” She tilted her head to look at him, only to feel her breath hitch as she stared into his cerulean eyes. Sy had the softest look on his face, his smile barely visible from under the bush of his beard.

“What?” She asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Who’s Captain Coop?”

His question caught Olivia off-guard and she blinked several times to understand that Sy had indeed asked about Alex. “Wh-what?” She tried to not stumble over her words but Sy had left her stunned.

“Yesterday, they were teasing you with his name. I just thought I should ask.” Sy’s gaze never left her face, even when he placed his cup to the side along with hers and the empty canteen.

Liv let out a slow, ragged breath. The mention of Alex’s nickname had her heart racing, her mind going through a carousel of his memories. “He was our captain, before you. My men...they were just… fooling around.” She plucked a jute strand from the sandbag she was sitting on, avoiding Sy’s stare.

She felt him shift on the bag and when she peered, she noticed him coming to stand in front of her. Liv looked up at him as his body loomed over hers. He bent down so as his face was right in front of her.

“So, you’re saying, I don’t have to worry about another man in your life?” His voice was low, and his breath felt warm against her skin.

“N-no. Why?” She gulped as her throat became dry. She watched as Sy licked his lips wet and smiled at her.

“Because I am going to kiss you and I ain’t gonna kiss some other man’s girl.” Sy whispered and waited for her to answer. A slight nod of her head was all he needed as he brought his lips down on hers, placing a soft and gentle kiss over her desirous lips.

Liv closed her eyes as the feeling of his lips sent sparks down her spine. The coarse hairs of his beard grazed against her face as she moved her lips against his. Sy placed his hand over her cheeks as he moved his lips with hers, darting his tongue out seeking permission to enter. She grabbed a hold of his t-shirt and another at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to her and opened her mouth slightly to grant him access.

The minutes felt like they stretched into hours as Sy’s tongue danced against hers. She could taste the faint taste of cardamom on his tongue and breathe in his musky scent as she willingly deprived herself of oxygen. Panting as their lungs struggled to take in air, Sy let go of her with a last pull on her bottom lip.

When Olivia opened her eyes, the sun had set beyond the horizon and darkness was falling over the desert. Sy let out a slow breath as he grazed his knuckles over her cheek. She felt herself leaning in his touch as her breathing came back to normal.

“Sunsets and kisses, aren’t you a romantic Syverson?” She teased, biting her lower lip between her teeth.

Sy chuckled. “Told you our first kiss would be memorable.” Sy shrugged his shoulders with a cheeky smile, before pulling Liv up for another breathtaking kiss.

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𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 | Gaang x Earthbender!Reader

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 | What’s life like with the Gaang when they include another Earthbender? Well to everyone’s surprise, it’s quite calm… sometimes. Y/N’s ability is unlike the hard-core Metalbending, Sandbending, and tradition Earthbendingof Toph. Yes, they’re fully capable of doing all that if they truly wanted to. But Y/N chooses to help out in their own way, giving life to nature and indirectly to their friends too.

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 | You can deem these as Character x Reader or just some adorable platonic love with the wonderful team! On another note, for some reason, I LITERALLY WRITE SMALL STORIES INSTEAD OF HEADCANONS LMAOOO. Still hope you got a lil something out of this.

𝔼ℕ𝕁𝕆𝕐

【𝔸𝔸ℕ𝔾】

Puns. That’s it puns.

The crew sat around a flickering fire dead in the night. Wind whistled into their ears and leaves swirled about their hair. Despite the chill weather, everyone chattered and laughed wildly. Sokka began yet another high tale of his that was supposedly dating back to his childhood. His arms flailed wildly, receiving cackles from Toph. While Katara and Zuko fell onto their side, legs kicking the air sporadically.

Y/N sat next to Aang who suddenly grabbed their shoulder and said firmly, “We need to talk.”

Everyone stopped their shenanigans.

Aang deepened his voice, “Y/N… for what’s Earth, you are the team’s most down to planet person ever.”

Y/N snorted, “IT’S DOWN TO EARTH. NOT PLANET”

Well… at least he tried.

Competitions on who can pull out the most potatoes out of the dirt. Let’s just say the Gaang ate potatoes for a week thanks to Aang. And an astonishing two week thanks to Y/N.

When they have heated arguments, which weren’t often, but the team sure as hell stepped on the gas when it did happen, Y/N would offer Aang some pretty nasty food. Nothing dangerous or poisonous, well Aang would actually describe the apple inhabiting worms he took a bite out of last week.

【𝕊𝕆𝕂𝕂𝔸】

Absolutely without a doubt calls you many nicknames

Exhibit A

Sokka poked Y/N’s cheek, he received a smile in return. “Hey, uh… plant nanny, could you swing by at my place and take a look at the vegetables Katara planted? They’re already wilting…”

Y/N giggled, “You planted them didn’t you?”

“Wha- of course I didn’t. FINE, I did!”

Exhibit B

“You just stepped on the chamomile flowers that just started sprouting!” Y/N squealed at Sokka.

“Oh SHIT-” Sokka ate a mouthful of dirt right after Y/N hit him hard in the back of the head with a tree branch. “I’m sorry I upset you Sweet Pea…”

Asked the Gaang as to why Y/N doesn’t perform traditional Earthbending and just received, “Why don’t you ask them yourself?”

Sokka was downright afraid, not because of Y/N’s personality, but he didn’t want to poke through their past. Obviously, curiosity got the best of him!

“Well, I just like the smell of flowers and the taste of organic food more than hurling rocks at people,” Y/N simply shrugged.

Sokka nodded, there was nothing more to it.

“But, sometimes I do like creating my own cliffs and pushing enemies off of it. It’s more meaningful if it’s from rocks I formed myself,” Y/N stared at him dead in the eye.

Sokka’s eyebrows arched high.

That was the last time anyone saw Sokka :0

【ℤ𝕌𝕂𝕆】

Many stories as the two planted flowers in front of the Fire Nation palace

“Y’know, Y/N, this reminds me of this one time Uncle made tea out of a white jade bush,” Zuko snickered.

Y/N eyes widened, “ISN’t THAT POISONOUS?? ... Or was it not??”

“Oh trust me, you would not want to be trying white jade bush tea,” he smirked.

Tends plants with Y/N because it reminds him of the peaceful days of when he served tea at Ba Sing Se

BUT, poor Zuko easily becomes sunburnt when he helps with Y/N’s garden

Y/N heard a knock at their bedroom door.

It was Zuko behind the door saying, “Uh, Y/N could you help me-”

When they swung the door open they were greeted with a scorched man with peeling skin. “HOLY SHIT! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!”

Quickly, Y/N led Zuko to the bathroom and in the corner sat a mini fridge. (He always wondered what was in it. Snacks?) When Y/N opened it, there were stacks of aloe vera leaves snuggled next to each other.

“Why do you have so much-” Zuko began.

“Let’s just say Aang was my first patient…” Y/N laughed under their breath. They gently applied the aloe onto Zuko’s body, which earned them hisses from the dramatic Fire Lord.

“That takes care of it!” Y/N clasped their hands proudly.

“Uh, Y/N. I’m feeling a bit… itCHY!” Zuko yelped.

That’s when both of them found out that Zuko was allergic to aloe vera. Congrats, now Y/N has to call the doctor.

Every weekend, Zuko swing by for new flowers for Ursa (if she returned to the palace... )

“Knock, knock!” Fire Lord Zuko greeted Y/N with a bright smile.

“What brings you here on this fine morning, Your Highness?” Y/N teased.

“Mother’s been nagging me to ask you for help to create a bouquet for each of the rooms in the palace,” Zuko stated.

Y/N’s voice hitched, “EACH ROOM??”

“Don’t worry! I’ll help you pick the flowers and arrange them!,” he offered.

“Oh, like you’d be of any help,” Y/N giggled.

“I swear I’ll be more careful this time,” Zuko rolled his eyes.

But, uh… this time ended up just like last week, Zuko set the flowers he was arranging on fire…

【𝕂𝔸𝕋𝔸ℝ𝔸 】

Basketweaving… attempts by Katara

On Ember Island, the Gaang was able to laze around for a few days (well until Zuko gave the team a big beating that Sozin’s comet was going to practically destroy the world).

Y/N sat under the shade of the swaying palm trees, undisturbed by the squealing of Sokka as his supposed sand sculpture resembling Suki was destroyed. Y/N hummed as they weaved the palm fronds into little baskets.

Katara approached them and commented, “Y/N that’s beautiful! I wish the Southern Water Tribe could make these. Sokka and I were kept busy creating pots with Gran-Gran.”

Y/N timidly scratched the back of their neck, “I could teach you if you’d like! Then we can use it to hold the fish we’ll catch later with Sokka.”

Y/N used their earthbending to pull down the leaves from the palm trees and their work began.

After the fishing trip of the wonderful trio, Katara carefully placed the fish they caught in the basket she wove. As they neared the sandy beach Aang took notice of their disgruntled state. He commented, “Why do all three of you look-”

“I TRIED OKAY! THE FISH GOT OUT OF THE BASKET I WOVE,” Katara defended herself.

“AND IT SLAPPED ALL THREE OF US BEFORE IT JUMPED BACK IN THE WATER,” Sokka yelled.

Katara tried, okay!

Flowercrowns

Many flowercrowns were made for the Gaang with the help of Katara

She may not be that great at creating baskets, but you can bet that Katara doesn’t stop at making crowns: She’s made necklaces and bracelets for Appa and Momo.

Potion making!

Katara would use her waterbending to mix the little potions that Y/N created They’d walk around rolling hills that contained many flowers and herbs that could be used for healing potions and in some cases caffeinated tea!

【𝕋𝕆ℙℍ】

Usual Toph shenanigans

“Ugh, some clerk just charged me over the usual price for these seeds we’ve been needing!” Y/N grumbled.

“Well, we could do something about it…” Toph smirked.

Y/N searched for some termites around the forest and Toph helped transport them around the clerk’s house.

- A few days later -

“Uh, Aang,” Zuko tugged at Aang’s sleeve. “Wasn’t there a house there a couple days ago?”

“I think you drank some cactus juice, buddy,” Sokka simply shrugged.

“Actually, I think there was…” Aang scratched his chin in confusion.

Toph offered Y/N a high-five, “A job well done, if I do say so myself!”

Some brawls that should have clearly not have started in the first place

“Y/N fite me!” Toph marched up to Y/N.

“No,” they stated bluntly.

“WHy! It’s kinda a thing for all us to train together,” she defended herself.

“Fine, but don’t get angry at me if you end up with a splinter or two,” Y/N rolled their eyes.

By sunset, Toph’s head was stuck in between a tree for a couple hours. Even Y/N couldn’t get her out. Or maybe they could…

Y/N teaches Toph “Treebending”, which was a challenge for both of them

“You have to be gentle with these plants Toph!” Y/N’s forehead was forming a red square from all their facepalms caused by Toph.

“I’M TRYING!” She quipped. “It’s kinda hard to be gentle when I’ve been practicing metalbending these past few weeks.

【ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋 𝕋𝕆 𝔹𝔼 𝕆ℕ 𝔸 𝕋𝔸𝔾𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕋ℍℝ𝕌 𝕄𝕐 𝕀ℕ𝔹𝕆𝕏 𝔸ℕ𝔻 ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔸𝕋𝕃𝔸 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ】

𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 | THESE WERE SO FUN TO MAKE! Also, thanks again for the people who’ve been supporting my “Extra Hot Sifu Hotman: Zuko x Reader” fic! I’m taking a small break just to layout how I want the story to go and I’m trying my hand at doing headcanons/requests from my inbox.