#OTP: high kicks and high heels

[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge

read day 21 on ao3!

prompt: buying flowers for the other

summary: John finds flowers and poems in his locker. The notes are signed with 'SH', but John has no idea who his secret admirer could be.

Gen, 880 words, Fluff, AU - High School. Secret Admirer, Love Poems, Flowers, Shy Sherlock Holmes

or read it here (because i miss posting my ficlets on tumblr):

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John opened his locker and reached for his French workbook. His hand stopped moving halfway there. A french daisy lay on top of his books. A note was wrapped around it...

"You love me,

you love me not..."

"What the...?" John mumbled, staring at the daisy in his hand.

"John!" Mike crashed into him from behind. "Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?"

"I... uh I think someone left a daisy in my locker," John held it out to him, but kept the note.

"Oh my gosh, is it a secret admirer?!"

"What! No!" John waved that idea off.

***

Three days later John just finished his rugby training when he came back to his locker. He opened it and rose petals flew over him. A note was amonst them.

"Roses are red,

violets are blue.

I might be mad,

but I like you.

-SH"

John grunted and kicked his backpack softly. Whoever thought it was romantic to put roses in his locker forgot about the mess they made along with it. He cleaned it up, but sone small part inside him queried who "SH" was...

***

The next time there was an actual flower bouquet in it. Tulips. John had to smile, he loved tulips. He caught himself looking for a note. There, behind his English workbook, he found it.

"I dream of tulips,

yellow, blue, the leaves are green.

I dream of my lips on your lips,

no inbetween.

-SH"

John laughed. The poems really weren't that great... however he couldn't help but wonder, who the secret admirer was. SH... Sabrina Hollen from his English class? Susanne Heeling from biology? Sabrina constantly joked around with him and Susanne seemed to stare at him but whenever he tried to look her in the eyes... she looked away, cheeks pink.

Or could it be... No, no way the serious chemistry nerd would hide flowers in... but what if? Doesn't matter. It's not him... and besides, John wasn't gay.

John hadn't noticed he had crumbled up the note in his hand. When he flattened it again, he saw a PS on the backside.

"Meet me tomorrow. 3pm at Speedy's."

***

"Just don't get killed," Mike said over the phone.

"I'll be fine," John allayed. "Okay. I'm here. I'll text you."

"Alright. Enjoy. No murders!"

John rolled his eyes, "I'll do my best to not get murdered."

"That's my man. Don't forget to text!"

"Yes, yes. Bye now!" John hung up.

He was here. At Speedy's. Going to meet his secret admirer (not his murderer, he hoped).

He sat down on a desk in the back, but he could overlook everything and he was close to an emergency exit - just in case. By now it was 2:57 and John was getting nervous. Would his admirer actually have the guts to show up?

The time passed and at 3:04 he slowly started doubting his decision to come here. He wasn't sure what - or better, who - he was expecting even.

'My lips on your lips, no inbetween,' an inner voice whispered.

Just in that moment the door opened and the chimes above it jingled. A shadow stood in the frame... and then it moved towards him, with a confidence, John admired.

When the shadow turned into a human with a face... John gasped...

"Sher- Sherlock?"

"Hello, John," the tall boy stood in front of the small table, where John had sat down.

"I don't- are you... did you put all the flowers into my locker?" John suddenly felt extremely nervous upon seeing Sherlock Holmes. He knew him from chemistry class, they did a few experiments together and had a great time. John had loved how the serious boy's face lit up when he tried out something new and it worked.

Sherlock twisted his face as if in pain. "It was Irene's idea. She was sick of me whining at her about how I wanted... want to know you better."

That made John relax, he asked, "Want to know me better as in," a huge grin spread on his face, "'my lips on your lips, roses are red, tulips are green, no inbetween' way or a... platonic way?"

Sherlock - still standing - just stared at him. He looked slightly in shock. "I never wrote that."

"Eh, close enough," John leaned back, waving dismissively with his hand.

"You clearly have no idea about poetry, John."

"Well you better be glad, otherwise I wouldn't be here on this date with you," John smirked.

The stiff expression on Sherlock's face melted and turned into a smile. He plummeted onto the chair opposite of John and sighed, "Alright, fair enough." Then he blushed. "Date," he pointed out.

John laughed. "You wooed me with flowers and poems, what did you expect?"

Sherlock smiled, his cheeks turning even redder when he laid a hand over John's. "I wasn't sure it was gonna work. Thanks for coming."

John felt his hand starting to sweat underneath Sherlock's, so he pulled it out and slapped his thighs. "I'm gonna grab a coffee. Can I get my date something?"

"Oh, uh... coffee. Black, two sugars."

John got up. But when he walked by Sherlock, he leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I am so happy my secret admirer is you."

Then, he headed to the counter to order.

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i would be SUPER happy if you gave this ficlet some love on ao3 as well! 🥰

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[rosenallies]

OTP vulnerability prompts movie star au w/ sleeping in the same bed for the first time

Anetra tried not to gawk as Sasha led her into her home for the first time. High ceilings, marble top counters with gold accents, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city made Anetra’s own penthouse, which wasn’t cheap, look tiny and run down in comparison. It was obvious decades of box office hit after box office hit had done the older woman some good.

“It’s beautiful in here, Sash.”

Sasha shrugged, kicking off her heels, gathering her hair in her hand and facing her back to Anetra. “Yeah, its whatever, my designer didn’t listen to anything I wanted-will you unzip my dress for me?”

Anetra swallowed thickly and unzipped the back of Sasha’s dress, eyes darting around when she let it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. “Well, what did you want?”

“I wanted more of a cozy space. Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, I’m okay. And thanks for letting me stay over, I appreciate it.”

“No worries,” Sasha replied flippantly, “call time is ridiculously early and I live closest to set. It’s so stupid they made our call time so early knowing we had an event to attend tonight. Do you want help with your dress by the way?”

“No, um can you show me to a bathroom to change.”

Sasha pointed down a hallway and Anetra hurriedly ran in there to change, yawning as she emerged.

“Will you show me to the guest room? I’m pretty tired and we have to wake up early.”

Sasha cocked her head to the side. “Guest room? You don’t want to sleep in my room?”

“Oh, it’s okay, the guest room will be okay. I don’t want to overstep by sleeping in your bed-“ she paused, swallowing, “with you.”

“Neech,” Sasha giggled, “we fucked and/or made out in your dressing room multiple times. Why do you think I was so comfortable just taking off my dress in front of you?”

Anetra’s cheeks burned. Because you’re fucking Sasha Colby, she thought to herself. “I-I just thought-“

Sasha leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. “You don’t have to sleep in bed with me if you don’t want, but I don’t mind, promise.”

Swallowing thickly, Anetra nodded. “Okay.”

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that. Now come on.”

Sasha led her up a spiral staircase and down a long hallway, huge double doors at the end of it.

The bedroom was even more exquisite than the rest of the house, which was saying somehing. The bed itself looked like it could fit a whole family. That’s why she must be okay with this, Anetra thought, slightly disappointed, I could be in bed with her and she’d hardly know I was there.

“You can set your stuff on the bathroom counter, I’m just about to do my nighttime routine. We can do it together,” Sasha said with a wink, padding across the plush carpet to the en-suite bathroom.

Just like every night, Anetra did her skin care and brushed her teeth and hair, just beside Sasha as she did the same. Sasha had changed into an oversized t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties before she declared she was finished.

“I’m exhausted, you coming to bed?”

Anetra agreed, making her way to the opposite side of the bed that Sasha had sat on.

“Not a cuddle type?”

“Hmm, oh- I just, I figured you didn’t mind me sleeping in bed with you because your bed is so big.l

Sasha rolled her eyes affectionately. “Come here, stupid, I don’t bite unless you want me to.”

Anetra crawled over to Sasha and let the older woman spoon her from behind, legs intertwined and a protective arm thrown across her waist.

“See? Nice and comfy.”

Anetra couldn’t ignore the way her heart hammered. She hadn’t been this close with anyone in forever, nevermind someone who she thought was just fucking her just to fuck. “Nice and comfy,” she confirmed, deep breathing to try and relax.

“Relax, honey, just go to sleep,” Sasha encouraged softly into her ear, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “you don’t need to be nervous, I’m right here.”

[jamtoasties3316]

Nico and Jenson were my main otp back in the day so I am always here for them! Plus stripper Nico is an absolute yes. Pretty barbie would have so much fun grinding on the older men, flaunting his perfect body and giggling when he reminds them that they’re not allowed to touch or they’ll be kicked out! That is of course unless they’re a super *special* client. Jenson would definitely pay Nico more than double for his own private show at home, even installing a pole just for when Nico comes over to entertain him for hours. Men like Jenson pay extremely well and barbie gets so excited about going on shopping sprees to buy more big heels and tight pink latex dresses so short you can see his glistening pussy

I just liked any pairing with Jenson or Mika lol. They were my weakness. And i really enjoy Nico for all these ideas!

Nico not letting anyone touch him except if he knows they got money. He might be a stripper, he isn't stupid and has a high standard. He likes doing private dances, showing off his body in lapdances while.the Alphas can't touch him and can only watch his pretty chest, perky ass and wet pussy.

Nico instantly felt enamored by Jenson, who was straight forward about wanting a fuck and telling Nico how much he would pay, so Nico agrees and it becomes a regular thing. Nico likes to dance in Jenson's home, on the pole installd just for him, also because he knows it will end up with a nice thick knot in his hungry pussy.

Nico loves waking up in Jenson's luxurious soft sheets, with the older Alpha kissing his neck and asking for another quickie before work (Nico only charges him 'tonight's dinner' as price for that lol)

Also jenson loves burying his face between Nico's new plump tits lol, and Nico always purrs they are jenson's!

[aspiringtrashpanda]

🍙TOGE x YUUTA💍

This is for my spontaneous event, which can be found here! Always happy to write my OTP 💕 (even though we put them through so much pain...)

C/W:  Hurt + comfort, smoking, mentioned civilian death, suicidal ideation

“Toge.”

His heels kicked the concrete side of the building, his legs dangling over the lip of the roof.  One wrong move, one clumsy adjustment the moment the wind blew his overgrown bangs into his eyes, and he would tumble to the pavement thirty stories below.

Toge wondered if he would be gone before he hit the ground.  

His fingers itched as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth, his scarf pushed down and tucked beneath his chin as he sucked on the butt end.  The smoke flooded his lungs, tacky tar clinging to reinforced brachioles, to cursed vocal cords, to a voicebox with the power to crush, twist and blast away.  

The poison spewed from parted lips, smoke spiraled around his shoulders, clawing up his neck, dancing in front of his vision like a reminder of the souls that had left bodies too soon.  The souls he hadn’t been able to save.  

The squeak of sneakers on concrete.  

The rustle of baggy fabric.  

A voice teeming with concern.  

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Toge did not look at Yuuta, did not move from his perch on the high-rise's roof.  The air was frigid here, chilled by the night, casting shadows of deep indigo over Toge’s surroundings and making his hands shake as he smoked his cigarette.  

This was where he belonged.  In the shadows.  Cold and alone and blue.

He kept his eyes fixed to the smoke, his exhale visible as it curled towards the grey-blue of the dawn sky, reaching for the last of the sparkling stars above, mirrored below in the yellow glow of streetlamps and the lights of the occasional car.  

If he turned his head ever so slightly to the right, he would see the alleyway where he’d lost control.  

He didn’t dare look, terrified that her blood still stained the sidewalk.  

“Toge, sweetheart,” Yuuta spoke softly, his arms curling around Toge’s waist, pressing his chest against Toge’s shoulderblades, keeping him steady, preventing him from teetering off the edge. “What are you doing?”

Toge stiffened in the embrace, aware that the smell, the smoke would give him away even if he tossed the cancerstick to the ground.  

“A...cigarette?” Yuuta sounded confused, his chin hooking over Toge’s shoulder as he peered at the stick burning bright between Toge’s fingers, “But, Toge, your lungs are so important for your technique, and the smoke can’t be good for your throat and... Ah.”

Because what better way to attone for your sins than render your weapon permanently inaccessible.  

Toge hummed, a scratchy sound that had yet to smooth out after weeks of vocal rest.  There was a small part of him that believed him deserving of the irritation, the pain.  There was a larger part of him that hoped he never healed entirely.  

Yuuta was quiet, his dark hair brushing against Toge’s cheek as he leaned his head against Toge’s.  Toge flinched, the idea of any part of Yuuta grazing the seals on either side of his throat churning his stomach, sending chills down his spine.  

It had never been a problem before.  Before, when he hadn’t been a murderer, and Yuuta could stroke his thumb over Toge’s face wihout the latter ducking away.    

But now it felt as though an angel was caressing the mark of Satan himself.  

“I know it never gets easier.  I...” Yuuta started, his voice wavering as he took a deep breath.  It felt as though he was readying himself to say more, but instead of words, a heavy exhale joined the tendrils of smoke around them.

Slipping the cigarette between his lips, Toge signed, “There are only so many times people can tell you that it wasn’t your fault until they realize that it was.”

“I know,” Yuuta whispered.  

The words hung in the air, lifted by the smoke curling into the letters, spelled out in front of Toge.

Yuuta jerked back from Toge’s back, panic vibrating his words as he spewed, “I mean, I’m not saying it was your fault!  Not at all!  It wasn’t.... You were trying to help... I Just...”

Toge felt so cold without Yuuta’s frame supporting him.

“I understand,” Yuuta offered after a moment’s silence, his voice distant, and not just due to the physical gap between them, “I understand how it weighs on you, how it makes you wonder if you’ll ever recover.”  

“But you know, I don’t think we have to recover from things like this.  We don’t have to move on or reframe our thoughts or get better,” He said, his tone pleading, “We can keep this weight, can use it to train, you know?  We can acknowledge the people we couldn’t save because we weren’t strong enough, or fast enough, or loud enough.”

The sound of his shoe scuffing the ground.  Toge could picture it so clearly – Yuuta with his hand rubbing the back of neck, brow furrowed in concern as he muddled through the words.  

“You... You’ve saved so many lives.  And it’s okay to mourn those you didn’t, but make them a part of you.  Never forget them, and use their strength to ensure it doesn’t happen again.”  

The still of the dawn began to break, a bright light on the horizon painting the sky in shades of yellow and pink and orange, winding between brush strokes of blue and purple.  It bathed the city, chasing away shadows of doubt into cracks in the sidewalk, bringing forth hope sparkling in the pristine windows of skyscrapers.  Heat washed over Toge, prompting his skin to burst out in gooseflesh where the warmth of morning met the chill of the night.    

“Rise when you’re ready, sweetheat,” Yuuta’s voice was barely audible against the hallelujah chorus of the heavens, the masterpiece stretching before Toge as he shed his regret and embraced the promise of a new day.   “You can take as long as you want, just... Don’t give up, okay?”

Slowly, carefully, Toge climbed down from the edge of the roof, his sneakers grounded on concrete once more.  The cigarette fell from his fingers, crushed by his sole against the rooftop.  

“Shake,” He tugged at Yuuta’s jacket, pulling him closer, looking at him head on for the first time in days.  

And Yuuta beamed at him, beautiful blue eyes gleaming with wet relief, glittering in Toge’s glow.  His voice wavered, choked by emotion as he lifted trembling hads to cup Toge’s face, “There’s my sun.”  

Toge collapsed into Yuuta’s chest, clinging to him as many weeks’ worth of tears broke loose, the dam finally worn down enough to collapse.  

They stood there in the light of the sunrise, sobbing as their hearts exchanged all that had been bottled up, all that Toge had run from.  Yuuta’s strong arms held him close, squeezed him so tight that Toge thought he would melt into Yuuta’s skin, that they would become an inseparable blob parading as modern art.  And Toge thought, then, that he could survive anything as long as Yuuta was at his side.  

“You know, they say the sun is always brightest after the darkest storms,” Yuuta hummed, resting his chin on the crown of Toge’s head.  

Toge squirmed in his arms, turning so that he could watch the sunrise with his boyfriend.  He signed, “If you refer to Gojo as they again, I’m breaking up with you.”

Yuuta snorted, “It wasn’t sensei!  I read it in a book!”

“Yuuta,” Toge spoke quietly, adding, “Your dorm is literally empty.  I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you read.”

“Oh shush.”

“I thought you were illiterate,” He teased.

Yuuta’s arms tightened around his waist, an incredulous protest vibrating his chest.  “How did you think I learned sign language if I can’t read?!”

Toge shrugged, “Special grade voodoo?  I don’t know.”

A long sigh preceeded silence, anticipating prompting Toge’s lips to curl in a mischievous smile just as Yuuta admitted, “...It was Gojo-sensei.”

“You’re lucky I love you too much to dump you.”

Yuuta’s hands flew to Toge’s shoulders in less than a second, spinning him around so Toge could face him.  

“Love...?” Yuuta’s eyes were impossibly large, and Toge was pretty sure he could see the dolphins cresting the sapphire waves within his irises, dancing silvery-blue in the light of the sunrise.  

Toge decided that he liked the blue of Yuuta’s eyes far more than the blue of the dawn, far more warm and enchanting and infinitely less lonely.  

“Tuna mayo,” Toge smiled with his teeth, reveling the violent blush that rushed to Yuuta’s cheeks.  Then, as careful as possible, curling his cursed energy around the words in an attempt to make them as weak as possible, he uttered, “I love you, Yuuta.”

“Oh my gosh, I love you, Toge!  So much!” Yuuta gushed before Toge had even finished saying his name, fingers curling around Toge’s hands and bringing them to his chest, “I can’t believe you just said that so causally, I mean, I’ve been worrying over how to say it for months and AH! You’re bleeding!  Okay, um, hold on, I’ll -”

Toge shut him up by slamming their lips together, the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth smearing over Yuuta’s lips, dripping onto his white uniform.

When they pulled apart, Yuuta gazed at him with lovesick eyes, murmuring, “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“You look like you’re wearing lipstick.”

Yuuta lifted his finger to his mouth, blinking when it came away red with Toge’s blood.

And Toge laughed, his heart lighter than it had felt in weeks.  

[sincerelyella]

Speechless

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: Speechless by Dan + Shay featuring Tori Kelly

Characters belong to Pixelberry; (MC) Queen Ella and Malia belong to me.

A/N: I’m participating in the @choicesfebruarychallenge organized by the amazing @bi-cookie and @cxld-play - thank you both so much for hosting!

This is Day 12: Date Night.

Used my OTP Liam and Ella from the mini series Always Remember Us This Way (read here).

Thank you so much to @dcbbw for your suggestions, I love and appreciate you!

Warnings: Fluff, may be some suggestive stuff

Words: 592

Liam waited at the bottom of the grand staircase for his queen. There was a certain anticipation in the air, this being their first real date night since their daughter Malia was born. They were able to sneak away in the palace somewhere and do things with their gracious friends or nanny watching the baby, but being able to go out on an actual date felt amazing. It had been four months - four months, two days and 12 hours. Liam smiled to himself as he checked the watch on his wrist and shook his head slightly.

You say you’ll be down in five

The smell of your perfume is floating down the stairs

You’re fixing up your hair like you do

He started thinking out loud to himself. “It takes a couple of hours to get to Portavira,” he mumbled. “If she comes down in the next 20 minutes, maybe-”

Liam heard high heels clicking behind him, he turned and his breath hitched in his throat. Ella sauntered down the stairs with a small smirk on her face. She donned a white and silver off the shoulder sequined dress with fitted long sleeves and a floor length silhouette with a high slit on the side. He smelled her coconut scent a second before she stopped in front of him.

“Hi babe.”

Liam gave her a lopsided grin as he stared at his wife in the sequined gown that Maxwell had chosen for her. They were in the palace boutique for what seemed like hours. Her long, dark hair was in a low bun and her makeup was simple, natural ... timeless, just like he loved it. As he stared, he noticed the crotch of his pants was getting uncomfortably tight. “You look …”

I’m speechless

It started when you said hello, Just did something to me

And I’ve been in a daze, Ever since the day that we met

“Yes?” Ella gave him a knowing smile.

Liam leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Maybe we can just skip dinner altogether ...”

Ella pulled back slightly and gazed into her husband’s twinkling blue eyes. “You wanted a real date night.”

“I didn’t know you were going to wear ... that!” He gestured to the dress she wore and caught himself staring at her breasts. 

“But what if I’m hungry, Your Majesty?” She ran her tongue across her top lip.

“I’ll give you something to eat.” He said huskily and lifted her bridal style, and marched up the stairs.

“Oh my God, Liam! My shoe flew off!” She squealed, trying in vain to look for her lost Louboutin heel somewhere behind him.

“I could care less about a shoe, love.” He easily turned the knob to one of the guest rooms with one hand and kicked it open. “I want dessert first.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born in 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and is the bassist and songwriter of Wallows and is best friends with her bandmates Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston and she helps 5sos write songs for the album Calm and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in the good way) with shipping?

Wallowing

ashton Irwin x wallows!reader / masterlist

warnings; references to sex, swearing, threats

“Come in babe.” You opened the door, inviting your boyfriend Ashton into your flat. He had been having a hard day at the studio, and had asked if it was alright if he came over. Of course it was, but he had got a warning prior to his arrival, that they would not be alone, and that if he wanted to clear his head, it was certainly not the right place.

“Fuck you, you’re supposed to be on my side man!” At the sound of Dylan, yelling at whom you supposed to be Cole, you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as you welcomed your partner into your home sweet home. Out of all days, they had to be playing COD in your apartment today.

“Sorry bout that.” A light grimace filled your face, but instead of giving you criticism, Ashton simply laughed, following you through the apartment, as you tried to slowly pass behind your band mates who were occupying your living room.

“Not so fast young Sixx, get your well endowed ass back here.” A sigh fell from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at Braeden, pausing your movements as he turned to lean against the back of your couch to peer over at you. “We need to have a conversation little lady.”

Groaning, you threw your head back, smiling a small apology towards Ash. “We were going to go to my room, I’d rather just you guys play my PS4 without needing to interact with me face to face.”

“Would you rather he FaceTime you whilst you’re getting down and dirty, or stand there like a kid’s doll and allow him to pull at your arm?” Dylan mumbled, as you crossed your arms, Ash greeting your band mates as you moved towards the tv, reaching for the side button and turning it off.

“Y/n what the hell?” Cole half screamed, breaking loose as he was close to finally beating Minette and killing his gamer character. His hands flailed as he expected an answer, raising in the air as he held the remote.

“I could ask you the same thing Preston, so what’s the schtick that’s making you keep me here, in my own apartment?” He gulped as you enquired at him, raising your brow, as you leaned back into your partner who stood awkwardly behind you like a supporting shadow.

“Congrats on the album Irwin, it’s great to see our own band member aiding your band. CALM is sick, and she makes me feel the same, just in a different manner.”

“Stop being a salty little bitch would you?” You asked, smacking him on the upside of the back of his head. He rutted his head back, clasping the behind of his scalp with his palm, firmly turning back to cast an icy glare towards you.

This was the normal behaviour around here, you all enjoyed getting under each other’s skin. It was a sign of true friendship, that whilst sometimes still triggering some real annoyance, that made your bond of being band mates that much deeper.

They were doing the same thing to you now, speaking prolifically showering your boyfriend in compliments, to side swab you with cockblockery. In all honesty, whenever Lydia or another girl was on the premises, you returned the favour, though that did not your pulsating frustration decrease at all.

“I’m going to assume there’s a problem here. Are you sure now is a good time for me to be here?” Ash asked reassuringly, his gentle touch applying a loving presence upon your shoulder, making you smile despite the situation that was running through the discourse of your veins

You craved him, to feel his body atop, or under, or however else against your own. It was infuriating to endure how your band mates dragged their greeting to him out, all you wanted was to discard his and your own clothing, leaving it as a jumble of forgotten material on the floor whilst the pair of you were caught up in mess upon the mattress, limbs inclined to coil around each arch, and breaths long overdue and escaping into the air.

“It’s a good time for you overall pal, considering that your sales are sky high, taller than this one that is practically trying to hump your arm. No problems with your presence, except the fact that it’s turning little Brandi’s baby’s hormones into overdrive.” Braeden spoke, earning a guttural growl out from your throat, as your nostrils flared furiously at his words.

If you didn’t get on with it, then the Red Sea of the month would cause a flood that would stain your underwear. You’d have preferred to take action before that happened. “The work isn’t just on my shoulders loser, if you want a worldwide selling album, put in some elbow grease, instead of playing stupid games.”

“I’m good, and by definition that makes you stupid, because they belong to you.” He remarked, Cole chuckling and offering him a high five.

“I could just kick you out.” You promptly supposed, as Dylan messed around with his phone, surrendering to the game, as he ran his hand to define the ruggedness of his silvery blue locks.

“Band rules say no to that.” Braeden stated. “And Ash, feel free to replace this one, we could do a switch. You’re basically ready to move in together, so we wouldn’t have to go anywhere else to have rapid fire nights.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Your boyfriend asked, and you, without any thought or hesitancy, shook your head. He certainly didn’t need to know about that, it was, least to say, a mess.

There would be dares, and drinks, and tattoos put in the most awkward places with that artist set that you kept very far under your bed. It was a shock that Ashton hadn’t seen the word ‘narwhale’ on the heel of your foot, or maybe he did, and decided against saying anything.

“I put up with these idiots.” Dylan sighed, though as you whipped your head around, you saw that he was not speaking directly to any of you, instead, his

“He’s on fucking insta live.” Cole realised, leaving over to get his face in the mirroring of the stream, waving a hand to the fans that spewed hearts onto the corner of the screen.

“Prick.” You called Dylan out, watching as he laughed at your lack of amusement, and poised the self proclaimed camera towards you, also catching the person beside you in the view.

“Calm.” Ashton softly spoke, sending you a small and reassuring smile, which you were defeated to not permit the same in return

“Funny pun Irwin, but shut up.” You laughed, and shook your head, him finally catching onto what he had said.

“Yes that is the incredibly talented 5SOS member Ashton Irwin. I know right, what is he doing with us?” Cole read, watching as Dylan rolled his eyes at his band member’s behaviour, wanting to get his phone back, though his attempts were lacklustre.

“Or more specifically, her?” Braeden asks, walking behind the sofa and grasping him, dragging him closer to where the phone was propped in Cole’s hand, giving the fans a clear image of his face. “Is he joining the band?” He reads from the flood of comments. “I wish, but we don’t draw that much talent.

“Speak for yourself.” You groaned, walking closer, leaning your head over Ash’s hunched shoulder, releasing an awkward smile as he raised it, gently bumping your chin with the slope of his muscle. “Rude.”

“Where are you guys? Well, we’re at y/n’s apartment. She just got back and dragged this old slugger in off the streets. How charitable.” Cole spoke, smiling up at Irwin as he lightly punched his face, already too comfortable with his hovering presence.

“Why is he there? This one makes me laugh, quick shag, ain’t that right buddy?” Braeden thoughtlessly worded, his eyes going wide in an instant as the fans quickly tended to the realisation of what he had meant. “Fuck, oops I guess.”

To say that you were furious was an understatement; you could feel an ache in your hands, wanting to tear the idiot into dismal pieces until there was nothing salvageable left to fix.

“You guess?” Dylan snickers, covering his mouth with his hand whence he saw your murderous expression conquer features. It was vastly more terrifying than any anger you had ever portrayed, and he could feel the couch moving as Braeden turned, and squirmed from the sight.

“Lemasters, imagine your head on a stick. That is going to happen, when I get my hands on you, your gonna turn cold as I strangle the living shit outta-“ Ashton grabbed you, as your arms tried to grasp and throttle your band mate, flopping in the air, intently furious at his revealing slip up.

“I think imma go.” He bolted, and as you struggled out of Ashton’s grip, you ran after him, out your front door and through the modesty of your building.

“She forgot her key.” Ashton noted, coming around and sitting with the remaining pair on the sofa. “How one of you think it’ll take for them to return?”

“As long as it takes for her to kill him.” Dylan grasps his phone back, fluttering his gaze over the comments. “They’re kinda cute together, found my new OTP. Sorry Dylan and Lydia. Oh don’t worry, that’s fine, we gotta take what we get and currently y/n’s not getting any because we have a tendency to cockblock her.”

“It’s our duty as the men of the band.” Cole spoke, a scream reverberating through from the hallway, audible to those online that were watching the two worlds merging.

“I think she got him.” Ash said, smirking lightly, as he heard your voice bellow out in rage against the male. Yep, your band was messy, but his wasn’t much different. He could certainly get used to it.

[doyouever-daydream]

I Want Your Midnights

A/N Hello lovely humans, I tried to remember how to write fanfic and I probably failed but here’s yet another New Year’s Day songfic because what else am I to do during NYE if not listening to this song and think about my fave OTPs. I’ve spent the past few months obsessed with Ted Lasso as you can see lol

 At least in this one I don’t mention how much I dislike this holiday so that’s something n e way Happy New Year’s Eve!

Pairing: Ted Lasso x Rebecca Welton

Rebecca looked around her home, capturing the moment, glitter on the floor, people she cared about laughing, even the Christmas lights that were still up made the whole scene feel more magical.

“You truly throw the best parties, boss” Ted suddenly stands beside her, also witnessing the few people left enjoying themselves.

“Thank you Ted, I appreciate all of you showing up” She smiled at him and he mirrored it feeling warm inside..

“Why wouldn’t we? I like to think this has been a tradition of ours for the past three years”

Soon after it was almost 3:00 AM and people were starting to bid their goodbyes, it was only just Rebecca and Ted in her home.

“Ted, what are you doing?” She wondered when he started to pick up bottles and plates.

“Helping you clean” He briefly looked at her before continuing around her living room  “I’d feel bad leaving you to clean all this mess by yourself”

“Oh, don’t-” He stood and looked directly into her eyes before cutting her off.

“Come on, boss, I don’t feel sleepy at all and if I leave now I’ll just go home and stay awake overthinking so let me help you out”

She sighed and pressed her lips together trying not to smile, she didn’t mind spending more time with him, so she kicked off her heels and started tidying up the place and listening to Ted telling her funny stories about past New Year’s Eve parties, she laughed soundly and he felt like he was fulfilling his purpose of making her laugh, he loved the sound more than he liked to admit.

“I can’t believe you did that” She sat on the couch and he sat on the chair in front of her, both holding champagne flutes.

“Well I was young once, I bet you also have a whole lot of stories like these” He leaned forward and tapped her knee.

“Maybe one day I’ll tell you” He smiled at the words, it might be silly but the thought of her telling him stories about her college years and getting to know more about her past, made him feel hopeful.

Hopeful of what? A future with her, in whatever way it was, friends or something more than that, but he was at a point where he couldn’t conceive the thought of a life without her in it.

“I’ll take your word for it, Rebecca” He lifted his flute up to her, she blinked a few times, sometimes she forgot how her name sounded coming out of his mouth, she was so used to him calling her ‘boss’ most of the time.

“Happy New Year, Ted”

They remained there, enjoying the comfortable silence and each other’s company, Rebecca seemed lost in her thoughts while Ted couldn’t help but look at her. He had known for a long time that he wanted this, her midnights, her mornings, everything, he wanted to be with her during the highs and the lows.

A new year ahead of all of them, full of possibilities and maybe the year he’ll finally muster the courage to confess what’s been on his heart and mind.

[miyanom]

GAME NIGHT CONFESSIONS

MASTERLIST | LANCE MCCLAIN X F!READER

WARNINGS: jokes about sex, slight swearing

NOTES: This idea came to me at like 3am in the morning after I finished playing Monopoly lmao,, so it kinda sucks

Game nights were a weekly occurrence in Lance and Y/N’s apartment ever since the two had moved in together over two years ago.

It had been Allura’s idea, both the game nights and the move in. Y/N was looking for a new place after her roommate not so nicely kicked her out to make room for her new boyfriend, and Lance was looking for someone to help with rent.

Y/N was quickly accepted into the friend group after moving in, and the rest was pretty much history.

“You can’t buy it!” Pidge shouted, pointing at Hunk who was staring dumbfoundedly at the Monopoly money in his hand. “I rolled already!”

“Goddamnit, Pidge!” Hunk complained, carefully placing his money back into the correct piles.

Y/N raised her glass to her lips, watching carefully as Pidge moved her piece. “Dude, buy it before Lance!” She quickly spoke as Pidge landed on Mayfair.

“I am! Take my money!” Pidge handed the money off to Allura, who had been playing banker.

“Y/N, what the fuck,” Lance whined, glancing at the girl who sat beside him. “I was so close to having a colour set.”

Y/N laughed, pushing Lance’s shoulder softly with her spare hand. “That’s what you get for stealing Bond Street.”

“I didn’t steal Bond Street, it was free for the taking,” Lance defended himself, rubbing his bicep as he pretended to be hurt.

“Break it up, lovebirds,” Allura said in a sing-song tone, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stared at them. “It’s Lance’s turn.”

As Lance shook this dice in his hands, his eyes flickered back to Y/N. “Watch out, I’m coming for your last orange too.”

Y/N gasped jokingly. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” Lance released the dice, and they all watched as they landed in the middle of the board, scoring him a three.

Another other time, Y/N would laugh at the small number, but she just watched in horror as Lance bought the last orange space she needed.

“I think Y/N’s brain just broke,” Pidge started cackling.

Hunk reached over to pat Y/N’s back comfortingly. “Don’t worry, maybe you can trade.”

Y/N let out a cry, falling back onto the carpet and staring up at the roof. “The betrayal,” she cried out, placing a hand against her chest. “It hurts!”

Allura laughed at her friend’s antics, until her phone beeped and she quickly stood up. “Let’s take a break, I need to answer this.”

Y/N lifted herself up, leaning back on her elbows as she glanced at her friend. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Allura smiled reassuringly. “Romelle’s calling.”

“Oh, her girlfriend is more important than our high stakes game. This is life or death, Allura,” Lance teased, only earning a kick to his thigh from Pidge.

“Dude, like you wouldn’t drop everything for your girlfriend- oh wait, you can’t get one because you’re head over heels for-” Pidge was cut off by Hunk’s hand covering her mouth.

Lance’s eyes began quickly flickering between Pidge and Y/N, who was now moving toward the kitchen. “Pidge, what the hell?!” He hissed, leaning closer to her. “What if she heard you?”

“If only,” Pidge rolled her eyes. “Maybe we wouldn’t have to listen to your stupid pining anymore.”

“Wh- what?! I don’t talk about her that much!” Lance’s eyes widened. “Hunk, help me out here!”

“Pidge is right,” Hunk sighed. “You know… maybe now’s your chance. While she’s alone.”

Lance’s gaze followed Hunk’s hand as the boy pointed toward the apartment’s balcony. Sure enough, Y/N was closing the door behind her as she stepped out, probably needing fresh air after being inside all day.

Lance huffed. “No way! Absolutely not! She’s gonna reject me.”

“And how the hell would you know that?”

Lance gulped as he slowly looked behind him. Allura stood there with her arms crossed, clearly she finished her phone call and heard their conversation.

“You never know what’ll happen unless you take a risk, Lance,” she told him. “I think the risk will be worth it in this case.”

Lance looked back to Hunk, who was giving him a thumbs up. With a loud groan, Lance pushed himself to his feet. “Fine… fine! I’m going. When she rejects me, I’m swapping apartments with you, Pidge.”

“What? Why me?!”

Pidge’s words fell on deaf ears as Lance headed outside.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled softly, looking at Lance from where she stood leaning against the railing. “Come to keep me company after stealing my dreams, huh?”

“Hey, it was payback for telling Pidge to take Mayfair!” Lance laughed, carefully moving to stand beside her.

Without a word, Y/N passed her bottle over to Lance. He glanced down at it for a moment, before taking a large gulp. God knows he’d need more alcohol in his system if he was getting rejected tonight.

“Jeez, drink all of it why don’t you?” Y/N quickly took the glass bottle from him again. “Seriously, what’s got you so wound up?”

Lance whispered under his breath, causing Y/N’s brows to furrow up in confusion. “Dude, speak up, I can’t-”

“I like you!” Lance spoke loudly. “A lot, Y/N. And for awhile now, too.”

The two went silent, and Lance’s hung head low for a moment. “It’s okay, I know you don’t feel the same way. Oddly enough, I think that’s okay. You’re my best friend, I don’t want anything to-”

As Lance turned to face her, he was greeted by her lips against his in a soft kiss. His shoulders instantly relaxed as one of Y/N’s hands came up to caress his cheek, staying there even as she slowly pulled away.

Despite no longer feeling her lips against his, he still couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, afraid it was all just a dream and that he was being delusional.

“I like you, too,” Y/N whispered softly, causing Lance’s eyes to finally open.

She stood there right in front of him, her cheeks tinted pink, though it would be barely visible beneath the flickering street light if he wasn’t this close to her.

Lance let out a sigh of relief, leaning in to quickly kiss her one more time.

Just as Y/N shuffled closer - about to deepen the kiss - someone began knocking on the glass door behind them.

The two quickly separated, turning to see who it was.

Their friends stood there with grins, watching as Lance and Y/N moved away from each other in embarrassment.

Opening the door slightly, Allura leaned out with a grin on her face. “It’s about time, you guys!” She cheered, raising her glass to them.

“Yeah, but get back inside already!” Pidge called out from further back in the apartment. “Don’t have sex on the fire escape, guys! You’ll get kicked out.”

Lance’s face grew hotter, and Y/N raced back to the door, yelling out to Pidge as she tried clearing up the situation.

Y/N stopped just before she stepped inside, turning to look back at Lance. “Let’s talk about this more when they leave, okay?”

Lance smiled softly as he nodded. “Okay.”

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[dangermousie]

Something Happened in Bali eps 1-2 rewatch thoughts

It's really interesting, rewatching this. God, I'd almost forgotten how much I love Jo In Sung. LOVE. I mean, I love him and his nervous energy so much that I don't even notice So Ji Sub, who normally I really like. (ide note - A Dirty Carnival was the best Korean movie I have ever seen, and what made me truly and utterly lose it for him - but it was so brutally hopeless, it made me depressed for days. Go watch!) Anyway, back to the drama. 1. I'd almost forgotten how unpleasant the two guys and Other Girl are in this, at the start. None of them are monsters (though by the end the Secondary Girl comes close, IMO, even if I end up feeling a repelled kind of pity for her) but they are all in their selfish shells - it's little things, like not helping Soo Jung with her heavy bag or treating her as an extra in their lives. Even their kindness is this thoughtless kind. It's funny because I am not sure if they change in niceness quotient that much (though both the men become much more desperately vulnerable, especially Jae Min) but I guess I get to know them so well and their reasons for being the way they are, I sort of end up not caring - I end up adoring Jae Min as a character, especially, so much. Even if he is the biggest trainwreck I have ever seen as a kdrama lead in my 15+ years of watching kdramas. 2. Soo Jung. I adore her. You could see how annoyed she is she is dealing with the tour group from hell (the other 3) but the way she pushes and carries on is WONDERFUL. So is her drunken camaraderie with Jae Min. She is in another universe from the poised, iced, controlled Young Joo. But it's interesting, she seems so (relatively) well-adjusted compared to the rest of them but as the drama unfolds, you see that this hard-earned cheerfulness is a facade and she is very broken too - between her and Jae Min, I am not sure, which one is more screwed-up. For him, it's his family, but for her, it's her poverty that has made her so. Ha Ji Won SLAYS in this role (so do the rest of the cast, of course.) She’s rough, she’s desperate, she’s grasping, she’s vulnerable, she’s irresistible - in other hands you would never get how two screwed-up, closed-off men would fall so desperately for someone so greedy, so grasping, so flawed - but here you are drawn to her vividness, to her joy, to her intensity, to her unique combo of sunshine and extreme damage. 3. You know, there are hints about her screwed-upness even this early on - the scene where Jae Min offers her $$$ for a one-night stand and she calls him a jerk (and you see by his reaction he doesn't even understand that what he said was insulting - he is puzzled. In his world, everything can be bought and sold, and there is no such thing as affection.) and then asks whether he is going to pay before or after. In her world, there is no room for the grand gesture, for throwing money in his face. She leaves only because he kicks her out (giving her money but not doing anything) telling her to buy her new shoes (hers are broken) and saying "it's not fun any more" (the first of many instances she really throws him off any usual ways he deals with things). And then she trips on her broken heels walking out, sprawling in the lobby, inelegantly grabbing and picking up money. 4. One of the biggest delights of this rewatch for me is contrasting in my head the way Jae Min is going to be with her later - utterly desperate and "brought down" and willing to beg and beg and beg, and the way he is now - emotionally detached, with all the 'power' on his side - I mean, contrast his propositioning her for that one-night stand and the scene where they finally make love, a dozen eps from now. Though she is totally rattling him even now - I love the scene where he first truly notices her - seeing her in the parking lot trying to fix her shoes, eating, and drinking. She is just so REAL and alive and immediate. No wonder he's caught (and then quickly looks away). 5. Jae Min's father needs to die in a fire after being slowly cut with a myriad of razors - the scene in his office in ep 2 where he is practicing golf in his office and Jae Min flinches any time the golf club is in his vicinity, and almost stutters, just - RAGE. Increased 1000x by what I know he does later. But I confess to being amused in the scene where he is throwing things at Jae Min during the board meeting and a flunkie keeps moving things up to him to throw - folders, bottle of water, so he won't run out of things - a definition of a brown-noser.

6. I love how oddly real this drama feels in its filming - people are not glamorized within an inch of their lives and there is no glossiness, no studied detachment, no appeal to coolness or w/e. It is what it is and it knows it. God, I love this drama!

7. (The below is spoilery for the whole thing) Bali has the distinction of having the most dysfunctional couple I have ever shipped. Years of therapy were needed for those two. Yes, my OTP was Jae Min/Soo Jung, despite the fact that the otp's end was murder/suicide. I don't care, I still shipped them - the ending of the drama is one of my favorite drama moments, in actuality - Jae Min becoming more and more unhinged because of his nightmarish family and then finally he believes Soo Jung just played him in order to scam money and ruin his family with her lover. He tracks them down to Bali and finds them in bed. Ironically, Soo Jung has just finished telling her lover that she wants to leave him and go back to Korea to look for Jae Min because it's him she wants. Jae Min, of course, does not hear her (and he is so catatonic at that point, I doubt it would have registered if he did hear). So he shoots her and her lover dead as they lie there. But while her lover is dead asap, Soo Jung has time to look at Jae Min and tell him 'saranghae' which is about the most awesome thing ever - she has never ever told him she loved him before, not through all his efforts to win her heart, not even when they made love. And now she is telling him as she is dying, because it's important to her for him to know before she dies - there are no games or conditions. And of course, Jae Min snapped out of it as soon as he shot and he is falling apart as is and then he hears her tell him she loves him and his face - oh my God. And he goes outside and kills himself and I sit there bawling and hoping his horrific family all have collective heart attacks and die.

Yes. I ship THAT. I don't care what it makes me. The drama makes no bones that Jae Min is beyond messed up - I am kinda amazed he is walking and talking, to be honest. His father wins the incontrovertible award for the worst kdrama father ever and if you know kdramas you know what a feat that is. The scene where Jae Min is on his knees in front of his father, weeping and begging to be allowed to have Soo Jung and his father beats him half into unconsciousness and then tells him it's Soo Jung's fault and he will go after her next and make her disappear and Jae Min is left pleading that he did not mean it and it's not Soo Jung's fault and he misunderstood? FLAMES. FLAMES WHEN I JUST THINK ABOUT IT. So his love for Soo Jung is no help - I don't think any woman could have 'fixed' him, and certainly the hugely messed-up despite her sunny demeanor Soo Jung, with her own major issues and fragility, was about the last person to do so. However, even if they could have worked out their happiness, with the help of some really high-priced therapy, his family made it impossible - in fact they turned the screws on even worse, not caring that their actions were plainly driving him into nonfunctionality land. But then - how else could it end with all the destruction and damage and desperation on both sides and his having no experience with any expression of love that was not entangled with violence. And in context of fiction, the OTP that has the potential for helping each other but dooms each other instead is my jam SO MUCH!

[materassassino]

Fic-writing asks

Shamelessly stolen from @samarqqand

how many works do you have on AO3?

81! Holy fuck that’s a lot...

what’s your total AO3 word count?

513,375, according to the statistics!

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

DC Comics, Tolkien, Voltron 😬, Hetalia 😬😬, Rise of the Guardians, Dragon Age, Marvel (a few variations, like MCU and 616 Young Avengers) and Free!. In my insane ffdotnet days we can also add Naruto, Harry Potter, Pokémon and Assassin’s Creed. Then I’ve written a single fic for Supernatural, American Gods, How to Train Your Dragon, Haikyuu and Ever After High. No, none of these fandoms have absolutely anything in common.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Not Going Anywhere. (1686 kudos) Extremely early (like July 2016) Galra!Keith Klance fic. Still the only fic anyone’s ever done spontaneous fanart for, lol.

2. Kick the Beam. (851 kudos) Fenhawke fluff and humour from 2013. Leandra wants Garrett to get married. Garrett is head-over-heels for a handsome elf with enough trauma to slay a dragon. Shenanigans ensue.

3. Sunrise and Sunset. (740 kudos). Unfinished Jackrabbit compilation fic from 2014. The only one that’s still any good is the angel/demon AU for chapter 3.

4.  The Thing with Feathers. (730 kudos). Jackrabbit babysitter AU, 2013. Does not hold up, probably. I refuse to reread it lol.

5. Smile with the Rising Sun. (692 kudos). Extremely self-indulgent JayRoy Christmas fluff with some background pairings (Dickkory and TimKon). Lian is very cute. 2018.

As you can see I’m a) not very popular and b) all over the fucking place. 

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to, but I’m so bad at remembering to. I apologise.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Urgh, I don’t tend to write it all that much, so... I guess Schwanengesang? It’s a short Hetalia human AU PruAU about Gilbert freezing to death on the Russian front. 

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve written a couple, but they’re not really my thing, I’m more into AUs. I guess Gods and Guardians, which is a crossover between Rise of the Guardians and American Gods, where I learnt that Neil Gaiman has an extremely difficult style to emulate.

have you ever received hate on a fic?

One time this guy was obsessed with trying to get me to write a particular thing, and it made me really annoyed because he spammed a bunch of comments to all the chapters of a certain fic and I couldn’t block him. I have also gotten some passive-aggressive ‘criticism’ which was like... ok, what do you want me to do? Rewrite the entire damn fic? No, fuck off.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

Uhhhhh... I used to be able to throw out like 2k of sappy smut really easily, but now it’s really difficult to write it at all. I tend to prefer established relationship with a ton of feelings.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah. None of my stuff is worth stealing, lmao.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Once! It was a Free! fic. 

have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’m added as a co-writer on @braincoins‘s wonderful smutfest The Pirate Queen’s Booty but that’s because I gave her the idea, lol. I contributed absolutely nothing else.

what’s your all time favorite ship?

All-time? That’s impossible to have. I have one or two absolute OTPs for each fandom I’m in, but I can’t compare any of them to each other because they’re all very different.

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Nothing comes to mind right now. Maybe the idea I had for a Mo Dao Zu Shi sequel that came from a dream I had? Idk once I abandon something I rarely ever want to touch it again.

what are your writing strengths?

Man I don’t fucking know, you have to tell me! I like alliteration? I like to think my characterisation is ok? Occasionally I might be funny.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Maintaining momentum and actually finishing things. Action scenes.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Unnecessary. If the pov character can’t understand, just describe the other characters speaking in another language. Maybe you can get away with a line or a word, but entire dialogue? No. If you REALLY HAVE TO and your dialogue is in a language with a different alphabet, then at least fucking transcribe it. There is nothing as jarring as reading a fic in English and then seeing a block of Russian in Cyrillic. It might as well be static in people’s heads. 

I assume translation convention is active at all times, especially because monolinguals don’t have a grasp of how bilinguals actually talk with other bilinguals of the same language.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

In general? Probably My Little Pony fic when I was, like, six. The first fanfic I posted was Naruto.

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

There are two:

Acid on the Horizon is a Voltron Pacific Rim AU and it’s the only multichapter fic I’ve ever actually finished. I’m happy with the themes and the character development.

Toccata is a Hetalia PruAus human AU from 2013. It’s all about infidelity and revenge and foolish people doing foolish things.

I have nothing else of any real depth.

I tag @braincoins and @dangerouscommiesubversive and @wingsofbadass and any other fic writers who might follow me and see this!

[roselevesque]

Catra

For the ask game

favorite thing about them: She's allowed to hit rock bottom without it defining her permanently. In a landscape where women are villainised for most negative emotions, it's nice to have a character that can go through an entire hurricane of toxicty and then crawl out of it. Catra is a figure that steps on the criteria based forgiveness and change mindset that dominates in online communities. She's done all of these things and she's not hit on the head when she seeks self-improvement. She's held accountable and questioned, but never denied or regressed. Catra is basically a prime symbol for Shera's major themes "growth is within reach when love is in your heart and by your side", a lovely one.

least favorite thing about them: The way she tends to deflect from issues and emotionally close off

favorite line: "Don't you get it? I love you! I always have! So please, just this once...Stay!"

brOTP: Biggest one is Glimmer

OTP: Catradora

nOTP: Scorptra, I guess

random headcanon: She's very good at arts. Drawing, singing, dancing. She eventually learnd at least a little of every domain except sculpture because she has the need to test durability with her nails whenever she finishes work on something

unpopular opinion: I dislike portrayals that make her overly feminine and meek when she's neither of those things in canon? Sure, she's clearly alluring and attractive, but she's not a skirt, dresses and high heels gal. I mean, she opted for a suit at the Princess Prom! She also kicks ass like no tomorrow and is capable enough to injure Shera and hold off all those Prime clones until Glimmer is sent into space. And it would be less irritating if Adora wasn't portrayed in the total opposite manner next to her...

song i associate with them: "My Tears Ricochet" by Taylor Swift

favorite picture of them: this one

[imaginesmai]

Tony Stark - Traveling Carnival

Welcome to my first otp prompt fic! You can request yours by searching with the tag #imagineyourotp. Find the instructions about how to do it here.

The waiter nodded at you when you gave him your deserts orders and left with a small smile, probably anticipating the generous tip he was going to receive later. His extra careful attitude and the helpfulness he had showed through the whole meal surely got him enough money to call it a lucky night, even working in an expensive restaurant like the one you had chosen.

You smiled into your napkin when Tony took his wallet out and started to move the bills around, thinking how much money he was going to left. Whatever it was, it would be more than enough.

“I’m thinking about leaving something for the chef too” he thought out loud. “That risotto was worthy, don’t you think?”

“You’ve eaten almost everything, so I can’t say” you teased him.

Through the night, you had talked, eaten and laughed with Tony. There were only a few nights every year that you could enjoy like that; take a private jet and fly to whatever country Tony thinks is worthy of leaving his money. Taking a scroll around the city, and sleeping in a luxury hotel, preferably high.

You moved across the wide couch you were both sitting in until your arms touched, and Tony left his movements with the wallet and raised his arm so that you could fit besides him. You left no physical space in between, resting your head against his shoulder and nuzzling your nose with his neck. The soft jazz music that was playing in the restaurant made you want to kick off your heels and just fall sleep right there.

“You might want to wait until we’re in the hotel” Tony chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against your forehead. “The description of the room said there is a water cushion”

“I don’t want to sound too old, but I’m worrying about my back if we sleep there”

Tony snorted a laugh and finally tucked his wallet away, his whole attention on you.

The restaurant you had chosen that time had an intimate climate that you really appreciated. There were round desks with half-round couches around them, only meant for two or three people. A dim, soft lamp was above every desk, that had two scented candles too. The restaurant, in general, was dark, only lighted up by the desks that were occupied. You didn’t know how the staff could work their way around, but you liked how you could only see Tony.

No other people peeking at you and whispering about Tony Stark being there. No interruptions to sign posters or resentful fans for not having enough attention. It was just you, Tony, and the Italian food.

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me. I mean it” Tony shook his shoulder and you pouted at him. “I make a terrible pillow, and I wouldn’t want to suffer your bad morning mood if you had neck pains”

“I’m pretty comfortable” you closed your eyes again, breathing Tony’s smell.

Tony didn’t say anything else, and you smiled. It had been a tiring day, for the both of you. The date hadn’t been planned, and because of that Tony had appeared at the end of your shift with the private plane ready and a boyish smile. When you had taken off, you had discovered your bags at the back of the plane, and he had explained that you were going to stay the weekend in Italy.

After a stressful week, you couldn’t ask for more, so you had accepted Tony’s glass and had sat beside him in the plane. Now, having taken a scroll around and left the bags in the hotel, you were feeling exhausted and sleepy.

“Have you ever been to a traveling carnival?”

You looked up at Tony’s question. He had sparkly eyes and was raising an eyebrow, and wasn’t going to shut up soon. So you moved from his side and, staying as close as possible, straightened up a little.

“Why? Planning on extending our night more?”

“Actually, tomorrow” Tony showed you his phone, which you hadn’t realised he had been using. “There is a one in a near town. We could go to check it out”

“Uh, you sure?” you looked between the colourful pics on his phone to his excited face. “Iron Man might be the biggest attraction”

“It’s a small town. With sun-glasses and a hat if fine” Tony shrugged. “And it’ll be just a quick look. Maybe ride a few things”

It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to go – it was that you didn’t want to go. Not so pleasant memories plagued your mind when you thought about a traveling carnival, one much more smaller in your hometown. You had been a teenager back then, maybe fourteen or sixteen, but you remembered it with every detail.

What Tony meant by ‘ride a few things’, was trying everything in the carnival once or twice, and even proposing to buy one of them to your own apartment. You had been with him before to an amusement park before, but it was different. They were safer, and you didn’t wobble dangerously when you rode something.

“I don’t really like traveling carnivals” you confessed as the waiter left two rounded, brown puddings on the table. You waited a second until he left with a non-necessary reverence to talk again. “Bad memory, so I don’t really…”

“It’s fine” Tony smiled at you, reaching for his plate. “There are a few beautiful beaches we can spend the day in.”

He pushed your own puddings towards your side, and focused on his. Against what people thought about Tony Stark, when he wasn’t on a formal event, he didn’t have any manners at all. The first bite of the pudding had him moaning so obscenely that you had to look around to check there wasn’t anyone around you.

Tony talked with his mouth full, stained the corners of his lips and almost dropped half of it on his shirt. Watching him enjoy his food was one the things you enjoyed most about life, and you quickly forgot about the carnival.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Tony ended up leaving a too generous tip to the wide eyed waiter, who almost melted in thankfulness and left jumping from one feet to another. He also left a small envelope for the chef; and after that, you linked hands and exited the restaurant. Before going to the hotel, he walked you around the city, and told you that his mom was Italian and that he used to come here to visit his grandparents.

Once in the hotel, you were too tired to do anything more than brush your teeth and fall to the bed with only half of your pyjamas on. Tony followed close, tugging your jeans all the way down and tucking you in.

“You know” he started as he turned off his phone and put on his own pyjamas. “I also had a real bad experience on a traveling carnival when I was younger. I didn’t step on one for four years after that”

“What happened?” you asked with your eyes closed.

“My friends and I drank before going, and then I got on the Ferris wheel. Got sick and threw up all over a really pretty girl” he told you. “It was so embarrassing – she left without saying anything and her friends glared at me for the rest of the night”

As Tony got rolled into the story about the girl who had ran off and how he had tried to find her later to apologize, you thought about your own motives to not go to a carnival anymore. Your sleepy brain had a hard time grasping any other concept than the necessity to sleep, but you managed to hum at the right moment so that Tony continued his story.

It was when he was finished that he finally scooted over and you were ready to call it a night. Still with your eyes closed, you decided to give your last opinion on the anecdote, knowing how much Tony liked when he knew he was being listened to.

“I can’t imagine the poor girl’s face” you chuckled softly. “A boy rode into the Ferris with me when I was younger too, and threw up all over me. It was –“

Your head sprung up at the same time as Tony looked at you with wide eyes. You didn’t remember much about that night – only that there wasn’t enough space on a carriage to carry four people, so you had chosen to ride with your cousin and both of your friends waited for the next. Then, a pale boy with dishevelled hair had entered on the last second, and when the thing had started, closed his eyes and leaned back.

Your cousin had held your arm and had tried to stop you from reaching for the boy, but you had felt bad and had tried to touch his arm and ask if he was okay. When he raised his head, he had emptied his stomach on your new trousers and shoes. And until the ride finished, you got stuck in a closed cabin – with no ventilation – with a half-passed out boy who only stuttered apologies and with the worse smell in the world, that almost made you throw up too.

“Oh my god” you covered your mouth and hid an incredulous smile. “You were – you were him”

“No” Tony didn’t sound too convinced, and was looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “There are a lot of people who puke in the Ferris wheel. It doesn’t have to –“

“It was in Manhattan, 1988” you interrupted him, enjoying how his face went to confusion to utter disgust. “You threw up on me five years before we met”

Tony tore his eyes from you and let his mouth hang open, his face showing every inch of disgust you had felt for the traveling carnivals since that moment. Only the thought of going to one of them brought back the long minutes stuck on the cabin with the disgusting smell.

You burst laughing when Tony gagged on nothing and bent over himself on the bed, probably remembering the experience. That Tony had said that it had been a ‘pretty girl’ made your heart flutter in your chest, because he still didn’t know it was you. And when you thought about it, you should have known. The boy who had thrown up on you was Tony without a beard and a bit younger.

“It’s been five years, Y/N” Tony looked horrified with himself. “I can’t believe I’m just noticing – and I’m so, so sorry”

You could barely breath from how hard you were laughing, all the sleep and tiredness gone. It took both of you a while to calm down, and finally Tony looked as if he could bare the sight of you again. When he did, a small smile broke through his lips.

“I guess first impressions aren’t that important, hm?”

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[desdamona-evangaline]

Karma, Kayano, Nagisa and Sugino were excited. Well. Kayano, Nagisa and Sugino were exited.

“Are we really going to spend our Friday night looking at bones?” Wines Karma.

“Come on, they got a new exhibit! It’s the fourth largest bone found ever!” Said Sugino.

“”I heard it’s a dinosaur hip.” Chimed in Kayano.

“Plus,” said Nagisa “Koro-sesei said it would be a learning experience”

“Fine whatever”

Kayano leapt to her feet “Forget the bones!”

Exclamations of dismay ensued. Karma had just gotten on bored.

“No, no! Apples releasing a new iPad! And giving away free ones as a promotion! All we have to do is make a video about apples to win!”

“Come on, I want to see the museum.” Said Nagisa.

“I’ll help” said Sugino. “We’ll get Okajima to film.”

“Yes! Get ready. I feel a brainstorm coming on”

They grabbed a napkin and started drawing their heart stopping Apple based videos. This would be epic. Tales of Apple drama, costumes, lighting. This would be bigger than the Titanic!

“Didn’t that sink?”

“Shut up Karma!”

Karma laughed at their antics. Nagisa on the other hand frowned. “I wanted to go to the museum. It’s closed for repairs for a week starting Saturday.”

“We can still go”

“Um....” Nagisa mumbled vaguely. Things had been a tad... awkward since Karma had come back. They hadn’t really hung out together for long since the whole.... friendship break up. He didn’t want to be stressed all evening.

“Look, it’s fine. It’s not like... a big deal.” Pointed out Karma.

“It’s just hanging out.”

“”I guess. Sure”

Kayano popped up smiling. “Aww, like a date?”

Nagisa nearly fell off his chair. Oh God. Mortified.

“No, not a date” hissed Karma. “Just. Hanging out.”

“Have fun on your .not. date.” She cooed before running for dear life. Sugino looked at Karmas face and made a swift exit. Nagisa’s was trying to fight his blush. Oh God he was all red. Idiot!

“It’s not a date.” Karma said again, rather forcefully.

“Just. Hanging. Out”

“Got it.”

“See you at 7”

Karma casually walked away praying his face didn’t rival the colour of his hair. He was not going on a date with Nagisa. And his heart certainly wasn’t beating any harder than normal. Nagisa buried his head in his school bag. It wasn’t a date. Stop panicking! What should he wear?

It took Kayano took zero seconds to convince Okajima to film their video. The thought of an IPad with high zoom camera filled him with glee. Disturbing glee but glee all the same. Nakamura’s blackmail sences were tingling. A date? Between the two most oblivious boys in the class? She new what she was doing this evening. She grabbed Hinano. Now her sights were set on the boys she needed a new accomplice. The girl was easy to convince.

“Finally!! My OTP!!”

“Whatever, bring your binoculars.”

“Trust me. We won’t miss a single second of this legendary meet up”

After school Kayano, Sugino and Okajima asked/begged/bribed Koro-Sensei to fetch them costumes. Their grand idea? An interpretation of apples through ballet. The competition would never see it coming. Kayano wore a green tutu, Sugino a red ballet jacket and shorts. Okajima stood by with the camera. The only problem? None of them knew anything about ballet.

“Don’t you like.... stand on your toes? And sort of spin?”

“I think I can do an arabesque.”

“Jumping is involved?”

The bone museum was just as eventful as one could expect. By which it wasn’t eventful at all and Karma was going insane.

“Are we done yet? It’s a rock! It’s not like it can move”

“It’s a fossil and I want to look at it a little longer”

“It’s a grey rock. I’ll find you 20 outside, can we go now?”

“Don’t you think it’s lovely?”

“It’s almost as picturesque as you my darling little bon...”

“I will hit you with the bone if you finish that sentence”

The Apple ballet plot line was fabulous. Stupendous. Electronic. But the skills? Less so.

“Just twirl. Twirl. Kayano for the love of God TWIRL!”

“I’m basically standing on my big toe do you think this is easy!”

“Sugino, you twirl then!”

No response came from the pile of body that used to be Sugino. Arabesque’s were harder than you’d imagine. Okajima dumped the camera and leapt onto the podium they were using as a stage.

“Just go on one leg and spin like this!”

Kayano didn’t know exactly what happened. After blacking out for a moment she came to under a desk, Sugino’s knee on her head and Okajima stuck in a broken floor board. Time for the good old YouTube tutorial.

Karma kicked himself internally. What was he doing? Why did he say that? This was supposed to be a causal meet up between friends and he was ... flirting? Could you even call that flirting? What ever it was it certainly wasn’t casual. Nagisa was staring straight ahead at the bone. Stop blushing stop blushing stop blushing. Karma was just teasing. This was not. A. Date. He didn’t really mean it. Blushing harder under Karma’s grin, he fought off any unacceptable emotion. But.

He had called him lovely.

Hinano and Nakamura lurked behind a display of elderly bow ties. They came armed with a romance magazine including a stage by stage guide to love. Stage one. The Compliments. Already a solid start. Hinano screamed internally.

“Lovely?” Thought Nakumura. Interesting choice. He’d have to up the anti if he wanted to get anywhere with Nagisa. The boy was completely oblivious. Get down on one knee and he’d ask if your shoelaces were untied.

“I’m hungry.” Announced Karma, formally ending their bone viewing.

Since it wasn’t a date they didn’t plan on getting dinner anywhere fancy. What they were getting was barbaque food. From a literal hole in a brick wall. The smell alone was enough to throw romance out the window.

“It smells like..”

“Best not to think about it.”

“My leg is broken”

“Your leg is not broken”

“It’s broken!”

“Sugino your fine! Do the jump!”

“I swear to God Kayano I quit!”

“If you quit I’ll make you wish you’d never been born!”

All in all, thought Okajima to himself, letting the camera roll through out the afternoon showed scenes more entertaining than traditional ballet ever could.

“That is the most disgusting food I’ve ever seen” hissed Hinano.

This couldn’t be right. Even Karma couldn’t be idiotic enough to bring a date to this mess of a restaurant. They were sitting on the side walk for goodness sake. And the guy running the place looked like he was considering a murder. Come to think of it that’s probably where the meat came from.

“This tastes terrible Karma. Amazing job!”

“Karma laughed and took another bite of the thing that resembled a burger. See? They could hangout. No feelings. Just good friends. Nagisa was just a good friend who was illuminated by the white street light like an angel. Who’s eyes almost glowed and who was sitting close enough to Kiss...”

“OTP for life!!!” Hissed Hinano as Nakamura punched the air. 10 more inches. 5! 4, 3, 2

Nagisa’s phone made all 4 of them jump.

He answered to hear Kayano’s frantic whispers.

“We need help. Susan needs a hospital!”

“Hospital? Who’s Susan?”

“We were pirouetteing” explained Kayano as she dodged a thrown plate, “and Sugino accidentally threw me into a tree, the branch broke and I fell on a deer. Her antler broke! Her names Susan and she’s trying to kill us!”

“I don’t think girl deers have antlers”

“THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU SHOULD BE TAKING FROM THIS CONVERSATION!”

“Alright I’m on my way. Karma, we need to go save Kayano and Sugino from a distressed deer.”

“Sure” he muttered. “Why not”

Nakamura comforted Hinano. She would kill that deer with her own bare hands. Or maybe with a baseball bat.

It took a long time to get the deer into an animal hospital. He (or she) was a biter. The nurses criticised Karma’s method of transportation. In fairness it did look pretty odd when they arrived dragging a basket full of deer tied up with fairylights. But, as Karma argued, they did arrive at their destination. All they had to do now what wait as the nurses got the animal painkillers and possibly anger management therapy. Now Nagisa, Kayano, Sugino and Karma were in the waiting room recovering.

Exhausted Nagisa rested his head on Karma’s shoulder. Not in a romantic way or anything.

“Awww” cooed one lady.”Your such a cute couple”

“Oh! No.” Said Nagisa quickly lifting his head.

“We’re just friends.”

“Why?”

“Ummm”

“You’d be great together” man joined in.

Karma shook his head “no, all the dating stuff wouldn’t work out”

“If I may chime in,” Said another guy in a hat.

“Are you avoiding romance because of your fear of separation?”

“My what?” Karma looked personally insulted. “I don’t have a fear of separation”

“Listen young man” said a women behind Nagisa.

“You need to reassure that red headed fellow you will always be there for him.”

“I don’t want to talk about this” said Nagisa, mortification flooding through him.

“Perhaps that’s what’s driving you apart” said hat guy. “Your worried he won’t appreciate and except your efforts”

Sugino and Kayano took turns holding vending machine popcorn.

“No, I just don’t want to date him. Karma’s my friend”

“Is he. Or is he just putting up with you” asked some girl to the left.

“Excuse me?”

“Hey, I’m just telling you what you tell yourself buddy”

Karma stood up angrily. “Let’s stop this right there, our love life is none of your business”

“So you do have a love life?”

Two nurses restrainted Karma from attacking the hat guy.

Nakumura crashed through the door with Hinano at her heels.

“Everyone shut up! It’s time for your moment! Stage 3 happens 4 hours into the date! You have 86 seconds!”

“The hell are you talking about?” Yelled Karma as Nagisa buried his head in his hands.

“Oh God!” Screamed one women, “It’s about to get real!”

“Lady you need to chill” hissed Sugino through his popcorn. “Karma! This is your time! Tell him how you feel!” Wailed Hinata.

“What is going on?” Whispers Nagisa.

“It might be too late soon!” Called hat guy.

“Am I dead?” Whispered Nagisa.

“Do it! We support you!” Yelled the nurse.

“Am I in hell?” Nagisa asked himself.

“Take the initiative Karma! Kiss him!”

Kamra threw himself at Nakamura with the sole intent to kill.Nagisa tackled him.

“No killing Nakumura. Or me after this”

The audience gasped. Hinata cheered. Kayano clapped. Nagisa kissed. And kissed. And kissed.Silence. Staring down at Karma Nagisa waited for his fist. It never came.

“I can’t believe this was our first date. Do-over?”

The whole room cheered.

The next day Karma and Nagisa headed out for first date round two. Nakumura and Hinata spread the news. Kayano and Sugino met to discuss their aid to the Karmagisa cause. It was worth it, even though they never got an iPad.

Then Sugino frowned

“Hey, what happened to Okajima?”

Okajima bowed as he received his prize. His short film “What two mental ballerinas would do for an iPad” won him first place. Life was good.

@darlingimawitch

[mylittleredgirl]

trekathon: disco 1x6

“lethe”:

i love this episode i watched it three times

i’m a simple fanfic ho with simple needs: 43 minutes of interpersonal drama with 90 seconds of relevant plot jammed in there at the end

in other news: i think it’s time we all admit that the vulcans are just fucked up

speaking of fanfic:

can we talk about how lorca tried to get out of an uncomfortable professional conversation by breaking out the booze

and then tried to get out of the next uncomfortable conversation with a pick-up line

AND IT WORKED

me yelling at my OTPs like DO YOU SEE THIS???? THIS COULD BE YOU

is there a sexier sound than the *clink* a rank badge makes as it’s deliberately set on a table to indicate that we are moving on to the nostalgic sex portion of the evening

lorca tries for a trope hat trick with a teary confession to get out of the third uncomfortable conversation, but it was too OOC so he had to let her get captured by klingons instead

I NEED TO NOT SHIP THIS I KNOW HOW THIS ENDS

KATRINA CORNWELL OKAY:

i’m in love

like screaming allcaps love

i kept meaning to mention this all season but it feels especially relevant in this episode: the bold costuming choice of NOT putting the discotrek women in heels

janeway and b’elanna were badasses just walking around, no question, but they were forced to look graceful while doing it

remember that feeling when peggy carter hit a dude with a stapler? that, but it’s admiral cornwell walking down a gangplank in flats

sarek’s home for wayward humans:

sarek. sir. lieutenant commander tuvok would slap your face.

you fucked up a perfectly good human is what you did. look at her. she’s got centuries of emotional complexes to work through

now michael’s out here telling lorca she’s “grateful to serve with a captain like you” because! he might be EVIL! but at least he says a nice thing to her once in a while!!!

i’m not over that vulcan dude calling sarek’s children his “experiments” and he is not wrong

remember in enterprise how mind-melds were a vehicle for sexual deviance? now they’re a vehicle for hand-to-hand combat with family members. just a little ass-kicking on the astral plane

about the vulcans:

i’m sure better minds than i have picked apart this “logic extremist terrorist” thing but you gotta ask yourself: is it really that much weirder or less logical than the other things vulcans have done over the years

“but the vulcans aren’t like that!” we say as they hide secret spy bases in monasteries and conduct purity trials to root out mind-meld deviants and engage in a decades-long feud with a human officer and turn into very logical serial killers. is it possible the vulcans are, in fact, like that and we’ve just been believing the hype

SYMBOLISM™️:

“lethe” is the mythical river the dead choose to drink from to forget their former lives and between tyler, michael, and lorca, that’s a good damn title and probably the makings of a half-assed five-paragraph essay for ninth grade english

the one personal item michael had with her in prison was the human book amanda gave her just before she learned she “let sarek down” and she “wasn’t good enough” for vulcan, oh my god

ash tyler telling michael “it’s just being human” ..... that. that right there. that’s a writer having a good day.

ending the episode with lorca’s face reflected in the window is just begging us to guess the twist and i can tell you with certainty that i would not have guessed

other things of delight:

the disco t-shirts make their first appearance!!

tilly accidentally telling michael she has no personality. tilly introducing michael as her mentor. tilly being a very good friend. tillyyyyyyy

and michael!! being such a good mentor! taking care of those under her caaaaare

love the little vulcan ship! the loopy thing around the outside feels like a real evolution from the enterprise-era vulcan ships

i love that i noticed the content warning for this included “drugs” and then had to think about it until i remembered that stamets is high on shrooms

really need michael and stamets to become mad science bros again in season 4

i forgot how much i love ash tyler oh my god i forgot i forgotttttt. and him and michael together before things go to hell is just... 😘👌

[mythicamagic]

Young Love - Oneshot crossover

Zutara & Sesskag

Summary: Deciding he needs to do something about his long time crush on Katara, Zuko enlists the help of self-proclaimed relationship expert and matchmaker, Kagome. With the help of her bodyguard, the busybody will stop at nothing to ensure the couple's success. AU, highschool. Tropes! Why have one otp when you can have two?

AN: This is a writing commission for the lovely @prationality​ ^^ Highschool AU has demons integrated into it. Yes it makes no sense. Just suspend your disbelief, buds.

Young Love

For the better part of a year it had been a thorn in his side. The niggling, aching, irritating feeling of complete and utter warmth flooding his chest whenever a certain person entered the room.

Zuko trudged moodily through the hallway, gaze fixed ahead. He needed to do something about Katara. Having a crush on one of your best friends was not ideal, and worse still, he couldn't talk to anyone about it.

Sokka was out. He would either immediately tattle to his sister or get protective. Aang was possibly the worst one to ask, as he'd harboured puppy love for her since kindergarten, though Katara remained willfully ignorant. Suki would tell Sokka. Toph had been a serious candidate as a confidant but he'd decided against it when she'd blabbed last week about his secret tradition of watching Love Amongst the Dragons every year at the theatre.

He'd never be able to live that down.

I could tell Uncle, Zuko briefly thought, soon shaking that idea away. He'd rather not have a lengthy anecdote about turtle ducks swimming in the pond of unrequited love.

This left confiding in an outsider. However, he couldn't tell just anyone or it would become the gossip of the whole school.

Knocking on a classroom door, he waited.

"Come in!" Came a hearty chirp.

Wincing, Zuko pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind him. The empty pottery classroom felt perfect for a secret meeting since the department had suffered cutbacks. Including the teacher. And the pottery classes themselves.

A young woman leaned against a desk, dark hair cascading around her shoulders. Glittering blue eyes danced with mild amusement, causing Zuko to become instantly wary. Maybe this had been a mistake.

"Glad you could make it!" Kagome Higurashi grinned, gesturing to a seat. "Come sit down, silly. I don't bite."

Stuffing his hands deep into his pockets, Zuko leaned against a desk as well. "I'll stand, thanks."

She let out a huff, shrugging and relenting. "So, let's cut to the chase; as you know, I'm the best matchmaker in this school."

Zuko was pretty sure she was the only matchmaker in the school.

"Anything you say will be kept totally confidential. I can't guarantee you'll get the partner you want but my track record speaks for itself," Kagome beamed.

"I'm going to stop you right there," Zuko sighed. "I don't...want to trick her into anything. I just-"

"It wouldn't be tricking," she looked affronted. "You seriously think Kouga and Ayame or Sokka and Suki would last if the foundation of their relationships had been built on lies? No, no. I'm just going to help you put your best foot forward."

Dragging a hand down the scarred side of his face, the teen grunted. "Maybe I just want to talk about it."

Kagome blinked, spreading her arms wide. "Well go ahead. No one's stopping you, Zuko."

Gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to sigh again, his lips pressed into a thin line, suddenly reluctant.

Tilting her head, the busybody took him by surprise. "This is about Katara, isn't it?"

He jolted violently. "H-how did you know?" He croaked. Shit. Did Katara know? Was it that obvious?

Kagome smiled while flipping dark hair dramatically over one shoulder, idly brushing down her green skirt. "Hey give me a little credit. I did say I was pretty good at this gig."

A quiet noise, like a snort, sounded out behind Zuko to his left. He turned sharply, startled to find another student leaning against the wall. If Zuko remembered right, the imposing young man was an upperclassman. "The hell- I thought we were alone."

"Don't mind Sesshoumaru. I hired him a long while ago to watch over these types of meetings," Kagome waved it off. "I've had clients get pissy before."

Sesshoumaru stared at him, unblinking. Pale white hair was tied back into a low pony tail, features fairly delicate and regal, clashing with the heavy energy rolling off him in waves.

Zuko felt a shiver run down his spine and faced forward. If she needed a demon bodyguard of such high calibre within a school with relatively low level onis, he wondered what kind of clients she'd dealt with in the past.

"So, Katara?" The matchmaker prompted.

"Yeah well...I like her," he said lamely. "I mean I...she's…"

The young woman peered at him curiously, causing Zuko to grit his teeth. "I don't know! Gn...maybe this was a mistake."

Kagome pushed off the desk to approach and gently touched his arm. Her expression no longer looked amused or playful, now very earnest. "Hey, it's okay. These kinds of feelings can be really complicated, especially when they're for a friend. It makes you worry that you'll cause a fissure in your friendship group."

Golden brown eyes widened a touch, throat becoming dry with mild fear. He could only nod mutely. Perhaps she did have somewhat of a talent for reading people.

She gave a smile, "look I completely understand if you want to keep your silence around her and just vent to me. That's fine, buddy. But I really, really think you should go for it and let me help you guys get together."

"Aang and Sokka-"

"Don't rule Katara's love life," Kagome cut in, voice firm. "Besides, if she does go out with you, Sokka will probably just give the protective brother speech and threaten to harvest your organs if you hurt his sister-"

"That's fair, I'd deserve it if I hurt her," Zuko mumbled soberly.

Kagome winced and patted his shoulder. "As for Aang, he'll come around. From what I've seen he might get upset but Toph will straighten him out. What do you say?"

The moody teenager stared down at his calloused hands. Exhaling hard through his nostrils, Zuko clenched his jaw. "Do you think I have a good shot?" He grumbled, glancing at her.

Kagome grinned, nodding enthusiastically. "With me by your side, you've got the best shot."

---

Overlooking the martial arts group as a type of mole for Kagome felt incredibly easy, considering Sesshoumaru was well versed in many of them.

At the moment, Katara stood a little ways away on a tatami mat, practising her Tai Chi form. He'd never had much cause to speak with the girl beyond small talk. Still, Kagome had nudged at him to try and glean more of her personality.

Walking over and stretching his arms, Sesshoumaru grunted. "Your right heel kick should be higher."

Her gaze flattened, becoming defensive. "Did that old goat Pakku tell you to say that?"

"No, this one is telling you."

Katara hummed, going back a form and trying again, kicking higher so that her leg pointed out straight. Sesshoumaru nodded, chancing more conversation. "You are a female."

"Astute observation. Where are you going with this?" She raised a brow, smoothly moving her body into another form.

"This one seeks advice. Be grateful you are the one I have chosen for council."

Katara released a long breath, straightening out of her form and minding her long braid aside. "Arrogance isn't a good method if you're wanting my help but go ahead. I'm used to the tough guy act from pre-Suki Sokka."

Sesshoumaru did not need her permission but spoke. "How does one secure the attentions of a human female?"

"Are you asking me dating advice?"

"Hn."

Katara eyed the demon, raising her arms and turning on one heel to move into another stance. "I can't speak for most girls because my family has its own traditions to follow, but a necklace wouldn't hurt."

"A necklace?"

She nodded, holding her posture. "Something personal, though. I'm sure you demons have traditions to follow too, don't you? Maybe include one."

Sesshoumaru mulled this over, inclining his head, expression wiped of emotion as per usual. Kagome didn't need to know what exactly he'd asked Katara, that was his business. "Hn, you were mildly useful."

Huffing, she kicked her left foot up near his enigmatic face. "You're welcome. Was that form good enough?"

"You wobbled on your right heel. Again."

Katara grumbled under her breath.

---

Sitting quite contentedly in a cafe a few days later, Sesshoumaru sipped some tea. The atmosphere around him lulled into contentment. Despite the hustle and bustle of the patrons, he didn't feel particularly uncomfortable or annoyed. This sense of peace was abruptly broken as the scent of citrus and summer brushed into his nose.

"Hi!"

Kagome set her bags down in the opposite seat, sliding into the booth beside him and accidentally bumping his shoulder. The tea sloshed in his cup. "Okay, so their class had a project to complete and were separated into partners. Katara was originally paired with Haru, but!" She grinned, holding up a finger. "I pulled some strings and managed to switch him with Zuko. Isn't that perfect?"

Sesshoumaru blinked slowly. "How is it perfect?" He uttered, though she'd tell him anyway even if he didn't ask.

"Well this way, they get to spend quality time together totally alone!" Kagome gushed, opening a menu. "They'll be here any second. I reserved a booth for them just over there. You picked the perfect spot for spying."

"I did not know you would be here," he said flatly.

Tugging up her bag and rifling through it, Kagome produced a wig. Tying her hair back, she put a hairnet on, smoothing the blonde wig atop her head. Sesshoumaru felt used to her antics by now, watching while she took out a headset with a microphone and earpiece.

Kagome remained immensely serious about her unofficial job. Near everyone knew who she was in school, therefore a disguise became necessary when snooping. If Katara noticed her, she'd get suspicious about her presence.

"Is it still alright for me to babysit Rin later?" She asked casually.

He hummed, sipping the cooling tea. That was their exchange. Sesshoumaru remained a bodyguard of sorts while Kagome repaid him for his time by looking after his adopted sister when he needed to work after school.

They'd entered into their strange agreement six months ago. He could still hear the raised voices coming from the classroom. The abrupt slam of a desk hitting a wall and scent of salt in the air. How Kagome's wide, terrified eyes swung to him once he entered the room, her struggling form pinned beneath an incensed human student. An unhappy customer who hadn't taken too kindly to her failure.

In contrast to this grim memory, Kagome happily fussed with her equipment, stilling when a pale hand reached out to touch a dark strand of hair that escaped her wig. Lithe fingers tucked it back into hiding, sharp nails lightly skimming her cheek.

Kagome glanced up at him, blushing slightly. "Uh...thanks," she murmured.

Sesshoumaru stared, voice a soft rumble. "Hn."

Noticing something out of the corner of her eye, she gasped and shook his shoulder. "They're here!"

---

Sitting down across from Katara, Zuko took a breath, glancing around. It didn't take long to locate Sesshoumaru. Next to him sat a smaller blonde woman who gave a cheerful thumbs up. Zuko's gaze flattened. This was going to be a disaster, he could tell.

"Are you alright? You seem troubled about something."

Zuko jumped, looking at Katara as she set up her laptop and took out a binder. She was incredibly organised already despite the project just starting. It was just a little thing, but he liked it about her. She'd even arranged the papers by subject matter alphabetically.

"I'm fine," he said in a dusty voice.

Katara frowned slightly, the waitress interrupting them to ask what drinks they wanted to order.

Swallowing stifling nerves, Zuko did what he always did and ploughed on through uncertainty. Opening the envelope Kagome had given him, he slipped the earpiece in while Katara was mulling over the orders.

"Hey~ can you hear me?" Came Kagome's amiable voice. "Just nod if yes."

Zuko nodded. Katara ordered a Darjeeling tea, while he stiffly asked for a coffee.

"Okay, just talk about the project with her for now."

Katara was already a few steps ahead, talking while the waitress left. "I think we should start with the community centre."

"Huh?"

She tilted her head, hair loopies brushing the sides of her face, brunette hair falling in waves down her back.

Zuko's throat became dry, clasping shaking hands and resting them on the table. "Right. The project. Yeah, the community centre could definitely use some improvements."

Blue eyes blinked, the light from the window beside them bathing her dark skin in a soft glow. "How do you know that?"

An automatic sneer graced his features, glaring hard at the napkins. "My father poured money into building it just to secure a business deal by looking like a humanitarian. However, the second he got what he wanted he pulled the funding for resources."

A gentle touch startled him out of that particular tangent.

Katara gave an encouraging smile, "that's fine. Because you know what?"

Her smile was infectious and he gave a reluctant one in return. "What?" He grumbled.

"We're going to get the funding for even better resources and more involved staff, all without his input. You're going to do that. And it'll be great, Zuko."

Zuko swallowed, skin pricking with the sensation of her hand on his. She knew. She knew everything about his history with his tyrant of a father. How he'd given up the position that would've allowed him to succeed his father. Now he lived in a humble apartment with his Uncle.

Ozai had been responsible for evicting a large portion of Katara's neighbourhood from their houses through some legal jargon many years ago. After some arguments and fights in school, the two old enemies now sat in amiable silence. She could look at him with such soft eyes. Her forgiveness had soothed so much hurt between them.

The waitress returned, breaking the spell between them. Letting out a heavy breath, Zuko stiffened when a young man stepped around the waitress to address his friend.

"You're miss Katara, correct?"

She straightened, raising a brow questioningly. "Yes. Can I help you?"

The young man produced a bouquet of radiant flowers from behind his back. Fire lilies. Katara's mouth promptly fell open, the orange flowers placed in her frozen hands.

"Looks as though you have an admirer," the stranger winked, turning away.

Katara rose from her seat slightly, blushing. "Wait! Who are these from?"

"No idea, miss," he said over his shoulder, glancing at Kagome and smiling slightly. She gave a quick wave, grinning as Miroku left.

Zuko remained frozen in place. Fire lilies were almost too obvious! They were a type of flower well known in the city as one his family had produced. Hell, they were part of the logo on their company. He winced a little, thinking they might cause offence-

"They're beautiful," Katara inhaled the scent, blushing slightly. "They smell kind of like cinnamon," she mused, glancing up. "Do you...know who they might be from?"

"No idea," he mumbled, hearing Kagome's groan through his earpiece.

"Damn it, Zuko. Wait for me to give you some guidance. You could've said something much smoother!"

He touched his ear and turned his head slightly into his collar. "I'm not smooth! She'd know I was being weird if I fed her a line!" He hissed.

"Are you talking to yourself?" Katara bit her lip, fighting a smile.

From across the room, Kagome hit her forehead. She could only afford so much tech and had given him an earpiece. She couldn't hear his ramblings personally, it was only because of Sesshoumaru's excellent hearing and relaying of information that she knew what was going on. Zuko was right, he wasn't smooth at all.

Flustered, Zuko turned back to Katara a little too quick- knocking over the coffee cup with his arm and making a noise when the contents spilt onto the table.

Katara gasped and scrambled to place the lilies down, lifting her laptop away. The spillage headed towards her pristine, organised notes that had been set out to discuss. Zuko yanked his red jacket off his shoulders and pressed it down onto the table. The material quickly soaked up the coffee greedily.

Katara stared.

Kagome gawked, grasping Sesshoumaru's arm and shaking it slightly. "Wow. I didn't think things would escalate so quickly! This is perfect."

"Hn."

Lifting his gaze awkwardly, Zuko met smiling blue eyes. "You didn't have to do that," Katara said quietly, minding the papers away. "Thanks, Zuko. Would take forever if I had to print those out all over again."

Ah, of course she'd have backup copies. Duh. "Y-yeah, no problem. What are friends for?"

The sound of a hand smacking a forehead graced his hearing once more through the earpiece. "Honey, you're trying to leave the friend zone, not dig deeper into it."

Zuko glared at nothing in particular.

"Try saying: I know how much your notes mean to you, and anything that's important to you is important to me too."

Sighing, he ran a hand through dark shaggy hair, parroting Kagome's words out loud.

The girl sitting across from him took hold of his jacket, looking thoughtful. "I can wash this for you," she mumbled, glancing up at him. "And about...us being friends. I uh…" she blushed slightly. "I was wondering if-"

"Are you Katara?"

They looked up with twin scowls on their faces. This time a group of young men stood around their table. Zuko's face coloured red the second they opened their mouths and started singing. Every head within the cafe turned to watch.

Belting out some romantic ballad that hurt their ears and made Zuko want to shrink in his seat, he watched as they serenaded Katara. She looked mortified.

From across the room, Kagome gave another thumbs up. Something within him snapped.

"FORGET IT!" He burst, getting to his feet and shimmying out of the booth to storm out of the cafe. Katara called out somewhere behind him but the sound of his heart pumped deafeningly loud and fast in his ears. He couldn't continue, he realised. Embarrassing Katara wasn't something he'd set out to do. She didn't deserve that.

Cool outside air fanning over flushed skin felt like a welcome respite compared with the confusion and unease within the cafe. He marched through the parking lot, hands balled into fists.

"Zuko-" he yanked the earpiece out and stuffed it in his pocket. And yet, the calling of his name continued.

His heel dragged, Zuko stopping with mild surprise when he noticed Katara jogging after him. She'd left her things behind, laptop included. Taking a breath, she brushed one of her hair loopies away from her eyes.

"What's going on with you?"

Air rushed out of his lungs. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Zuko let the words quietly escape. "I...hired Kagome Higurashi."

"The matchmaker?" Katara's brow furrowed. "Why would you need to-" it clicked, and she glanced back into the windows of the cafe where the fire lilies had been abandoned. "Oh. Were...those from you?" She said slowly.

Zuko stared hard at the cement beneath his feet as though willing the ground to swallow him up. "Sort of."

She huffed, drawing closer and planting her hands on her hips. "There's no 'sort of,' Zuko. Are you interested in me or not?"

His eyes widened and slid up. Katara looked obstinate for information and oddly unoffended. He'd half expected anger or immediate dismissal. But maybe...maybe he hadn't been giving her enough credit.

Squeezing calloused hands into fists, he nodded. "Yeah, I am."

Katara's eyes widened slightly and the shock slid her hands free from her hips.

He ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time, minding the bangs from his eyes. "I like you," he muttered. "I've liked you for a long time. It's just that I didn't say anything because I didn't want to be greedy. You don't have to like me back or anything. Just don't break up the group because of me, Katara. This doesn't have to make things awkward. You all… mean a lot to me, ever since you accepted me into your group. So I don't think… I could take not seeing you," the words kept coming until Katara stepped forward, touching his hand.

"You never think things through, do you?" She murmured.

Zuko bristled. "Are you making fun of me? I'm pouring my heart out here-"

Katara giggled and suddenly grabbed him close, hugging him tightly. Zuko froze, stiffening within her arms. His breath fanned over her ear, hands settling at the perfect height on her waist, drawing her closer and revelling in the feel of her. The sensation of fingers brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck felt heavenly. "You wouldn't be kicked out of the group no matter what happened between us. You're not buying time or there by accident. Everyone wants you with us. So cut that out. As for the other thing…"

She surprised him by tilting her chin up, blue eyes connecting with golden brown. Zuko stilled, gaze flitting over her face, before giving in to the impulse to press his lips to hers.

They yielded easier than anticipated. He inhaled her scent, traitorous hands sliding up to touch the fall of soft hair. It was then that his mind caught up with his actions and Zuko broke away from her. "Ah- sorry, that was stupid. I didn't think-"

Katara made a frustrated noise before pulling him down again, cupping his face in both hands. He wondered what the scar felt like to her. Katara kissed him again, turning his brain into mush by parting her mouth and sliding a wet tongue against his lips. He granted her access, making a slight groan in the back of his throat. When her thumb brushed his ear Zuko near melted in her hands, fingers curling tight in her clothes, the material straining.

She then broke away with treacle immediacy, face flushed. She boldly took his hand, smiling. "Let's get our stuff and go for a walk together," she seemed to decide for them, a sparkle in her gaze. "There's a lot to talk about."

Zuko opened his mouth, croaking out a few nonsensical noises, before nodding astutely. "Okay."

If someone ever asked them how they'd gotten together, he honestly had no idea what to say.

----

Kagome hadn't moved an inch after watching Zuko run off. In fact, she'd seemed quite pleased with herself instead of concerned. Sesshoumaru hadn't understood why until Zuko and Katara reentered the cafe with a contented air about them, their gazes finding each other every few moments. They grabbed their bags, the flowers and the ruined jacket, leaving together without a backwards glance.

Kagome stood and removed the wig and headset, putting them away.

"You knew," he uttered.

"Hm?"

"You planned for this to happen, did you not?"

Sliding her bag over one shoulder, she shrugged. "After reviewing their profiles, I understood that Zuko has a temper and could get overwhelmed. Katara has one too and is fiercely stubborn as an ox about looking after people. I just prodded him a little and knew she'd follow him if he lost his nerve. Then there'd likely be a culmination of feelings," she turned. "My work here is done. Thanks for sharing your booth with me, I'll leave you to it," Kagome smiled and waved, walking out of the cafe with a spring in her step.

Sesshoumaru set some money down and smoothly rose, following with a blur of colour.

"Kagome," he said quietly once the doors slid shut behind him.

She blinked and looked up at him as he joined her side in the parking lot.

"This one does not need a culmination of feelings to understand what emotion I experience around you."

"What's that, irritation?" She teased.

Sesshoumaru frowned and reached into his pocket, pulling out a necklace with fangs as the charms. "We should engage in courtship," he said gravely.

Kagome's eyes widened, gaze flitting from the grim necklace and then back to his face, searching as though trying to discern his sincerity. His lips thinned, until a small smile tugged at her mouth, morphing into a gentle one.

Taking the necklace, she blushed slightly. "Is it customary for dog demons to give a tooth necklace when you want to date someone?"

"Hn, those are mine."

"YOURS?"

"They will be most useful when it is time for us to have children."

"C-children!?" Kagome looked a little unsteady. "Sesshoumaru!"

"Hn," a hand slid around her waist. "Though I'd like to have you all to myself for many years first."

"I should hope so, buster! We're in high school and I didn't even say yes yet," she huffed.

He lifted a large hand, palm up. "Then I will take the necklace back-"

"No, it's mine, no take backsies!" Kagome held it away from his grasp, soon grinning and leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw. Sesshoumaru stilled at the action, gaze flitting down to her. "I accept, silly," the young woman murmured, hand curling around his own. "Though you could've wooed me a little first. Have my clients taught you nothing?" She teased.

Sesshoumaru's lips curved, gaze becoming half-lidded. "We may go to a restaurant tomorrow evening if you wish."

"I do wish," she hummed, putting the necklace on and wincing a little at how weird it was. Still, they didn't exactly make a normal couple themselves. "Let's bring Rin, though. She hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately."

Sesshoumaru gathered her closer then, causing her heels to lift from the floor. A deep well of warmth and pride spread through his chest right down to his toes. The matchmaker was truly a perfect choice for a mate.

"Hn," Sesshoumaru rumbled, pressing smiling lips to hers.

End

[hollyand-writes]

You know that feeling when you listen to a song and you instantly think “OMG, YES -- my OTP would totally have this for their first dance song at their wedding” 😂😍😭

No, but seriously, imagine it -- Carver and Merrill dancing slowly in each other’s arms to this, Carver with tears in his eyes pretending he’s not crying, Merrill barefoot because she’s kicked off her high heels after a whole day in them 🥰  

Unlike me on my wedding day, where I wore my four-inch high heels until the bitter end and danced in them way past midnight when the wedding finished LMAO. Hey, look, I was the shortest person in my own wedding party OK, there was NO WAY the sparkly high heels were coming off 😂 My husband is a tall man and one of his best men was six foot seven so I needed the extra height!

Anyway. Don’t mind me, I’m full of mushy OTP feels today ❤️

Song: "Wings” by Birdy