#im so weak for him in bucket hats

[raplinenthusiasts]

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cr. namuspromised

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, angst / word count: 4.1k

content/warnings: i love you i want us both to eat well T_T sigh. oc has abandonment issues pls protect at all costs + oc is worried bc jk is working so hard :( + a worm (???) cameo. ily protective and hopeless romantic iw!jk <3 the ending 🥲💔 this drabble literally goes 📈📉

> in which masterlist!

note: *insert my melody mugshot scene* me if planting puzzle pieces in my drabbles + making oc cry (IM SORRY) were a crime. this was sm fun writing <3 i cried and laughed they’re so precious </3

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“jungkook, baby?”

your silky voice fills the quiet apartment as you pad across the floor. you’re carrying your heeled mary janes by its straps, leaving you only in your white socks.

“babe?”

you frown as the seconds pass and you receive no response from your lover. there’s no music playing, no rustling somewhere in the kitchen or the living room. the lights are dim like they usually are, but the vivid colors are absent.

him? asleep at 9pm? jeon jungkook? it can’t be, but you’d be delighted to finally see him resting early if it was real.

and so, spurred by that tiny glimmer of hope, you carefully crack the bedroom door open, as if you’re fifteen again and you just came back from sneaking out of the house.

but you’re grown now; you live in a building with complete strangers for neighbors. you just got home from work, and you’re no longer used to sleeping alone because you share the bed with another person.

you find it empty. devoid of any creases, sign of life. as neat as a hotel room’s make believe that no one lived there until two hours prior.

the disappointment weighs down on your shoulders, causing them to drop.

he didn’t tell you he was going somewhere else after practice, you think to yourself as your lips permanently shape into a pout. what happened to going out with you for dinner?

agreeing, your empty stomach grumbles angrily.

maybe he got caught up at work. maybe he’s on his way home. maybe he’s on his way to the restaurant and he’s about to text you to come over. maybe he forgot about your plans and he’s having dinner with somebody else.

whatever the reason is, you’re too lazy and tired to whip up something edible on your own. with or without him, you’re going out and you’re stuffing your mouth full with rice and meat. after all, autumn is here, your dear old friend.

in search for a coat that will accompany you in your late-night stroll, you enter the walk-in closet and flip on the lightswitch.

you can count them with just your fingers— the amount of times you’ve felt this type of fear. absent eyes, melting spine, chills running to the top of your head down to your fingertips, mind racing with an overload of thoughts (it appears as a blank page, the same way that white is the presence of all colors of visible light). this fear… you associate it with impulsive mistakes, fire, police and ambulance sirens, and… empty closets.

jungkook’s side of the closet is empty.

clothes. shoes. bucket hats. beanies. belts. everything. gone.

but the floor is scattered with random pieces of clothing that look like they accidentally fell while someone was in a rush to pack them all in a bag. so in a rush that they didn’t even bother to pick them up.

your weak knees almost give way, but you force yourself to stumble backwards until your back hits the doorframe— you refuse to let yourself look like you’ve been carelessly discarded too.

not again. not again. not this goddamn vicious curse you thought you’ve already broken out of. not. again.

you blink away the tears threatening to spill as you scramble to open the zipper of your bag, but they spill anyway when your shoes clatter to the floor. you flinch at the thunderous sound, clutching your phone tightly against your chest. you keep your eyes closed throughout the defeaning silence that comes after.

the empty space mocks you. it knows your intricate design was not meant to live in an empty home.

you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.

anyone would be foolish to leave you; it’s only jungkook who could have you mourning the death of the garden you’ve given the past five years of your life to.

—

jungkook returns to the apartment half an hour later. despite the long, grueling hours of dance practice he nearly didn’t survive, the excitement vibrating through his body is manifested through the lightness of his movements. he’s finally seeing his lover for the first time today… awake.

when he brought his natural body warmth along with him to the bathroom this morning, you sunk yourself further into mattress, beneath the thick blankets and against the soft pillows. by the time he had to give you your obligatory goodbye kiss before he leaves for work (or else you’d sulk about it for the rest of the week), half of your face has been hidden from sight. he was only able to press a loving kiss on your forehead, and then your eyelids that were fluttering as you dreamt.

night time comes and he is still deprived of the sight of your beautiful face? he somberly wonders as he finds you slumped over the dining table; he swears that there is a dark rain cloud hovering above you. your arms are thrown over the hardwood as they serve as a makeshift pillow for your vessel— his little firefly curiously bleak.

“baby? are you sick?” he asks, voice dripping with concern as he tenderly rubs your back.

the legs of the chair screeches against the tiled floor, neglectedly pushed behind.

“kook?” you manage to choke out, frantically sitting up once your muddled brain registered the familiarity of his touch on your bare skin.

his heart drops to his stomach as your tear-stained face comes into view. this isn’t how he envisioned your greeting; it usually came in the form of a bright light not harsh as the sunlight, a softness that begs to be held.

“are you crying?!”

your reply only comes out as a pitiful whimper. he stumbles a step backwards when you unceremoniously jump into his embrace, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. he gets a whiff of your sweet perfume, and then it becomes the air that he breathes, but he doesn’t have much time to revel in it.

“baby!”

he squeezes your waist taut against his body, affectionately nosing at your cheek before giving you a kiss. “did something happen? tell me- tell me.”

“jungkook,” your voice cracks as you utter his name, sounding almost like a plea, and then an endless string of heartbreaking sobs comes out muffled against his shirt. “where have you been?”

this sends him into a state of panic. seeing you in pain— it’s his biggest weakness. after all, you are his achilles’ heel.

“why? why, why, why?” you’re weak and pliant as he pulls your arms down, collapsing against his chest when he envelopes you in his embrace. he cradles your head in his palm, soothing you with gentle pats and shushes. “shh, shhh- it’s okay, i’m here now. everything’s okay, you hear me?”

his efforts prove to be fruitless, because you only seem to cry harder as he slowly rocks your bodies back and forth.

you shake your head, hands attempting to hold on to the back of his shirt to regain sensation in your limbs, but they miserably fail and fall on the sides of his hips.

“talk to me… please, mhmm?“ he hums quietly, pressing his soft lips to your temple. “tell me what’s wrong and your boyfriend will take care of it.”

from your sniffles to your hiccups, you remain unable to form any coherent response, and it leads his imagination to construct the worst possible scenarios. he feels his stomach turn with uneasiness, jaw clenching as he carefully pulls away to meet you eye-to-eye.

“did someone touch you? hurt you?” he spits out with urgency, and the unparalleled care he displays puts you in a daze, simply dumbfounded as he strokes your face. “huh, baby? just tell me and i’ll take care of the rest.”

now that you’re being reminded that jungkook could quite literally kill a person with his bare hands if they ever inflict harm on you, the fog is clearing up and you feel so incredibly… stupid.

but that’s more the reason why it’s difficult not to be sensitive when it comes to him; his absence proves to be lethal.

“shit, you’re scaring me.” he breathes out shakily as he taps your cheek lightly to bring you back to him, the distant look in your eyes triggering the emergency alarms in his head.

he unconsciously licks his lips and he tastes your tears; he doesn’t want anybody else to ever come this close.

“okay, okay- let’s put that aside for now. what do you need? should we go to bed and rest instead?”

“i thought you left,” you whisper as you hang your head in shame.

he blinks at you in confusion. “to where? my flight isn’t until next week, baby.”

fantastic! now you sound like the most dramatic, clingiest bitch to ever grace the planet. you bury your face in your hands to hide the battle zone between your heart and mind, but your boyfriend seizes your wrists because he can’t bear another second of it.

“is-is that why you’re upset…?” he asks with not a trace of malice or ridicule. he is only filled with guilt as it dawns on him then— how you’ve only gotten used to always having him around four years into your relationship, when he was taking a break from work.

the changes in his life are also changes in yours, but they still affect you in many different ways.

“then just come with me. i’ll make it work. maybe we can extend for a bit, spend an entire day by ourselves- there’s a lot of museu-”

“i thought you left,” you repeat yourself, exposed and vulnerable, vision swallowed by the darkness because you can’t make yourself look at him. “your clothes… they’re gone, and i was calling but you… you weren’t answering my calls so i thought…”

“my clothes?” he exclaims, eyes going wide as he realizes that they’ve accidentally slipped from his mind. “ahh, i thought about cleaning the closet while waiting for you so i moved everything to the other room!”

you open your mouth to speak, but much to your chagrin, no words come out. you purse your lips as your chin wobbles— the new wave of tears in your eyes mimic shiny crystals.

“____!”

and at the stern mention of your name, you know that you’re about to receive a (loving) scolding from your boyfriend. your lips curve into a frown before a sob inevitably escapes past them.

“why would you think that? why would i leave you? that doesn’t make sense at all, does it…?”

you shake your head, hugging him so tight, possibly tighter than you’ve ever done before. between your bodies, his heart is being unbearably wrung.

“i’m sorry, baby. seeing you cry like this breaks my heart…” he closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the side of your head. “but why would that be the first thing you think of…? i must be doing something wrong, right? have i been too busy with work? am i neglecting you?”

you’re breathless, a little dizzy— bloodshot eyes meeting his that are now gleaming with sadness. “no, it’s not like that! i just panicked, i couldn’t think straight.”

“are you sure?”

he looks at you skeptically, scanning your face.

“baby-” his voice breaks, then he pauses with his gaze still trained on you. “okay, i’m sorry. i… should’ve thought about what cleaning the closet would look like.”

“i was just being stupid.” you give him a small smile, rubbing your eyes to chase away the burning sensation. “sorry for scaring you.”

“stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” he tuts, pushing your wrists aside to cup your face in his hands, much gentler in comparison to your own self. his thumbs draw shapes on your soft skin, and then out of the blue, he curiously squeezes one of the space buns on top of your head. “wow, this is so pretty?”

“huh…? oh, thanks.” you mumble, still feeling out of it.

“this, too.” the white silk ribbon wrapped prettily around your neck, he means, which he hooks a finger on to tug lightly. it matches the lace straps on your shoulders that falls across the underbust of your dress, tied together to form a ribbon in the middle of it. that makes two, so clasically you.

and while it may be partly true that he’s trying to lighten the atmosphere, he just can’t defy the urge to express his admiration for you, even in a situation like this. he’s perpetually love-drunk.

“thank you.” you nod, shyly looking away to sniffle. “but you’re the reason why my makeup is ruined… need to wash it off before we go.”

“you’re beautiful either way, baby.”

“i know.” you scoff. “would you date me for five years if i wasn’t?”

he releases a throaty chuckle, capturing your lips in his with a smile of endearment that he fails to subdue.

“you’re so fucking cute. i love you-” he says with merely an inch of distance between you.

he grunts in melodramatic anguish, overcome by the insensity of his affections overflowing past the brim of his very being, leaning so close that the edge of the table digs into your lower back, surely to leave a temporary mark.

and he carries on to kiss you so many times that you lose count; you can only melt as you collect them in that bottomless pocket located somewhere in your soul, where all the love you’ve received across lifetimes is recorded to prove i was once here.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. i’m never leaving. you’re stuck with me and bam forever.”

if the time comes that the two of you break up, who would bam come home to? jungkook stubbornly refuses to have that conversation.

however, you still can’t let go of something, and you pout as you shove him lightly. unsurprisingly, his strong build doesn’t budge at all.

“but why didn’t you answer my calls?” at last, you gain enough energy to complain, but your face grows hot as the urge to cry returns. “i mean, what else was i supposed to think?!”

jungkook is struck by yet another lightning.

may the heavens have mercy, he’s been making you angry more than usual lately.

“shit, i forgot. i turned off my phone.” he mutters under his breath, feeling extremely regretful that he was not reachable when you needed him most to be. “i wanted to focus only on you tonight. what do they call it again…? leaving work at work?”

he winces guiltily.

“i’m sorry. maybe it wasn’t a smart idea.”

“no, i like that.” you almost interrupt him from talking because of how fast you are to brush off his apology.

he makes a mental note of it— the way you’re gripping at his shirt in small fists. you’re tense and overwhelmed; you need him to stay close.

“leave work at work. focus on me, and let me be your rest.”

unbeknownst to you, jungkook bites back his tears then. after all this time, he still gets mesmerized by the tenderness that naturally governs your every word and action; he thinks that he needs you more than you need him.

—

“just eat, baby. i’ll cook the meat for us.” jungkook coos at you as he cuts more meat into bite-sized pieces using a pair of kitchen shears.

“okay, then i’ll make sure that you eat.” you grin excitedly, dragging your chair closer to his.

you set down the tongs, grabbing your chopsticks to pick up a cooked piece of pork belly from the grill. you don’t forget to blow on it, mindful of burning his tongue.

of course, you don’t want to hurt him, but it would be especially painful for him as a singer.

“ahhh-” still busy with cooking, jungkook opens wide at your cue, catching the meat in between his teeth.

“rice,” he demands as he chews.

you scoop up rice from your bowl, and he devours it happily as he continues to flip the strips of pork belly lined up across the grill.

“mmhmm, it’s so delicious!” he dramatically says out loud. his eyebrows are knitted together and his legs are bouncing under the table, tell-tale signs of him enjoying the food.

witnessing this kind of reaction, any chef would be happy to slave away in the kitchen to serve him a meal. you recognize it in the smile of the owner after jungkook ordered more side dishes, and the way he dashed through the door to reduce the waiting time.

“yah, feed yourself, too!” jungkook chides you after you feed him meat three times in a row, but with an open palm that catches the juice that drips from the kimchi, you still tap your chopsticks against his lips. he spares it a glance before catching it using his tongue.

“i am!” you then rush to wrap a piece of pork belly in lettuce, dipping it into ssamjang before stuffing it into your mouth.

“good job, baby.” he grins in satisfaction, rubbing your back as praise. this makes you preen. “make sure to eat lots, got it?”

but then you’re back to spoiling him rotten, this time with an egg roll. so far, he has only touched his own chopsticks twice.

“i just told you to eat first!”

you glare at him, pouting. “but you worked so hard practicing today and you haven’t even eaten properly yet.”

he is too busy with work, and it’s not news that you’ve been worried sick about his health. it’s difficult to watch him work himself to the bone, but no one truly has the power to stop jungkook from doing what he wants, sometimes not even himself. and you find it impossible to fault him for it when you know that everything he does is done out of love. from the vigorous vocal and dance lessons, and to the deep cleaning of the apartment because his baby has been developing an allergy to dust.

“you need to make it up to your body. here, please?”

he loves being loved, jungkook thinks to himself as he eats the egg roll whole.

—

you were already prepared to go home after dinner, but your night owl for a boyfriend insisted on going on a walk at the park because he wanted to, and you quote, ‘see you awake for a little while longer,’ or whatever the hell he meant by that.

with his tattooed arm protectively swung over your shoulder, you’re engulfed in a wave of nostalgia. for the first two years of your relationship, before you started living together, you only met with each other at night, save for the very rare day-offs that he got. the only places that are still open after midnight are nightclubs, fastfood chains, convenience stores… and well, parks.

and he would always hold you close like this to make you feel safe, and the rest of you melts away while the side of your ribcage that he is pressed against remains to shelter your heart. on the contrary, you also remember how your bodies used to be so tense. you wanted to sacrifice more sleep and to walk to the other side of the park, of the street, to that other convenience store five blocks away because this one didn’t have the flavor of ice cream you wanted, anything… just… anything so you could be with each other ten minutes more.

and it was cold. it was always cold.

“what do you mean ‘it exploded’?”

“it seriously exploded! it was on fire! that’s why i went out to buy a new extension cord!”

“jungkook, it’s because you plug in too many things at once!” you cry out in frustration, your steps becoming heavy stomps. “i told you to stop doing that!”

“what do you mean? if it has six slots, doesn’t that mean six devices is the maximum?” he continues to stubbornly defend himself, and you can only hang your head in defeat. “otherwise, it’s a scam!”

“it is a scam! see…? they made you buy a ne-”

your sentence is cut short as your tongue gets paralyzed.

a dark and striped, long figure approaching ahead, slithering its across the grass.

your mind immediately registers it as the animal you fear most.

oh, no. no, no, no, no, no.

“jungkook,” you utter his name with a tremble.

the same fear you experienced only two hours ago holds you hostage once more, add all the hair in your body standing up and you’re as frightened as a cat.

“what’s wrong? yah! what are you doing?! baby, ba- fuck!” he sputters out as you forcefully pull him back along with you, displaying a type of strength and agility he doesn’t normally see.

the two of you continue to stumble backwards as you struggle to maintain balance, and somehow jungkook manages to switch your positions so that you’re the one who lands on top him instead of the other way around when you eventually end up as a heap on the soft earth.

he begins to feel his throat closing up at the sight of pure, genuine fear in your eyes.

“jungkook, snake- it’s small bu-”

you interrupt your own sentence with a high-pitched squeal, garnering looks from strangers moving and unmoving. in the blink of an eye, your boyfriend has swept you off your feet as if you’re light as a feather, driven by the instinct to protect the love of his life.

you cover your mouth in shock, your other arm coming up around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

you think you may have fallen for jungkook all over again.

“are you spiderman?”

he was too busy searching for the subject of your fear under dim lights, and so he looks at you in bewilderment to ask, “what was that?”

you shake your head with your wide eyes shining with faux innocence. you squeak. “nothing.”

he releases a sigh, followed by a chuckle of obvious relief and amusement as he squeezes your body closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “aigoo, my ____! why are you so scared today? what am i going to do with you…? it’s just a worm.”

“are you sure? i swear i saw it raise its head!“

“i’m sure,” he lulls you. “i think worms can do that, too?”

your face twists in an expression of mixed bewilderment and distrust.

“that i’m not sure about, but it’s really just a worm! would i still be standing here if it wasn’t?” he clicks his tongue sharply. “we need to get your eyes rechecked.”

you roll your eyes with a huff. you’ve have had enough of his teasing before it even starts.

“uh?! i’m serious over here!”

this is new— you mean bickering with jungkook in a public place isn’t, but being carried by him like a bride while it happens definitely is.

“fine, i’ll go this weekend. happy?” you fake an obedient smile. “you can put me down now.”

he blinks, and then he adjusts the way he’s holding you to ensure that your dress won’t show what’s for his eyes only— for a split second, you were flying.

“i’ll go with you,”

“okay. now put me down.“ you tap his shoulder repeatedly to prompt him to heed your words. “babe, this is embarrassing!”

“nope,” he ignores your protest with nonchalance as he resumes to walk the path you’re on, evidently enjoying the attention he’s stealing and the way you’re curling yourself smaller to hide.

“oh my god! weren’t you just complaining about your body hurting?!”

“you were scared of me leaving,” he smiles, glancing down at you. “so now i’m gluing you to myself.”

that made you quiet for a while. inside your tote, the container of kimchi, wrapped in a plastic bag, rattles with his every stride. you noticed that jungkook loved it so much, so you ordered it to go when he went to the bathroom before you were to leave the restaurant.

“you know, we used to just hold hands,” you mumble with a childish pout. “like normal people?”

“this is very normal,” he argues.

the scenery becomes more familiar as he takes the long way home.

“some would even say romantic.”

a wave of nostalgia hits, and you visibly shiver.

you don’t know if he would remember, but he has said the same exact words once before.

you scrunch your nose, supposedly to give him a look of disgust, but a giddy smile betrays you. you are five years younger again, and the night ends with the moon bidding you an adieu.

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[delcakoo]

like a fever ༊*·˚ y.jw

ᵎᵎ PAIRING ! jungwon x gn!reader

ᵎᵎ WC ! 1.5k

ᵎᵎ GENRE ! est relationship, fluff n crack

ᵎᵎ WARNINGS ! miraculous ladybug. (def didn’t use this fic as an excuse to rant about it)

ᵎᵎ SUMMARY ! when jungwon comes home from practise to find you and a mountain of tissues on the floor, he’s ready to make you soup and watch terrible cartoons all night.

a/n: im so smart w the title B) anyways you guys are too nice, thank you for all the love on my other posts :(

you blew your nose for what felt like the thousandth time today. the mountain of used tissues in the garbage can next to you only grew the longer you sat on the floor, suffering in your boyfriends shirt alone.

how did you get sick? great question. perhaps it was the student next to you in math who kept sneezing a suspicious amount of times, or it could’ve been your fellow employee at work who had disappeared into the bathroom for the rest of their shift, leaving you to deal with annoying customers alone. whatever it was, you’d definitely caught something.

you were a bit frustrated with your body's weak immune system, because usually when a certain someone got home from dance practise, you’d have dinner ready for him after all the hard work. but now, you felt like you’d fall right back down if you attempted to move at all.

speaking of jungwon, you recognise the sound of his keys jingling in the locks, humming a quiet tune. you continue to bask on the floor like a starfish, but quickly make sure to raise your head slightly so you can see his handsome face right away. when he opens the door, he practically throws his jacket and bucket hat on the rack, pulling off his shoes with his feet alone. “i told you that’s how you ruin your shoes.” you scold, grabbing another tissue and making an elephant like sound from across the room.

jungwon’s head whips to your voice’s direction, morphing into confusion and slight amusement at the sight of your current position. “baby? what are you doing on the floor? we have a perfectly functioning couch and bed the last time i checked.” he giggles cutely, but quickly stops when he notices the bin full of tissues. “jesus, are you sick jagi? do you want soup? or medicine? or wanna make me watch those stupid cartoons again?” he bombards you with questions worriedly.

you sniffle as the boy kneels down and helps you sit up, massaging your shoulders gently. “the floor feels nice and cold on my back.” you explain, “and yes please, i wanna watch miraculous again.”

he nods, gesturing for you to lift your arms so he can pick you up. “i am not letting you sit on the floor, you can have some ice cream to cool you down after you eat.” he holds you tightly in his arms before placing you on the couch, grabbing the remote and scrolling until he finds the show. once you pick an episode, he leaves for the kitchen quickly, ready to begin making you a snack.

you appreciate jungwon, you really do. but the caregiver in you can’t help but feel concerned even now. your boyfriends schedule had no time for dilly dallying, and you had to stress about feeling almost like a nuisance to be taking up his precious time for rest. “baby,” you called. in a split second he’s next to you again.

“yeah? do you need anything?”

you shake your head. “it’s just— are you sure you’re okay? maybe you should go to sleep, you’ve been working way too hard and i can ju-“ before you can finish, jungwon plants a kiss to your lips softly.

“don’t even finish that sentence. you’re always caring for me every single day, and i hate how i’m always too busy to repay you. now let me be the one babying you for a change.” you gulp shyly, nodding, and he smiles that adorable smile of his before running back into the kitchen.

only a few minutes (and tissues) later, jungwon returns with two bowls of chicken noodle soup and a box of crackers. “finally, my baby’s here.” you say, and jungwon feels happiness shoot through him at your words. that is, until he notices you eyeing the soup as if it were a pot of gold.

“yah, i’m supposed to be your baby.” he pouts, handing you the bowl reluctantly.

you giggle mischievously, taking another spoonful of noodles. “sorry jungwon.”

he gasps. “why are we on a first name basis now? who helped you off the floor when you were acting like a grandma? me or the soup!?”

at his complaints, you laugh harder. “okay okay, sorry baby.” his smile returns at that, pulling you closer as you both enjoy your soup. despite probably being considered too “old” for cartoons, you absolutely loved them. you always made jungwon watch them with you, and he didn’t care too much as long as he got to cuddle you the whole time.

however, he couldn’t deny that the show you were currently watching was absolutely terrible, to him at least. you began watching it last week — which meant that he inevitably would have to as well — and it was probably the most agonising week of his life. the characters were all stupid and had no development, the plot made no sense, and it was so repetitive.

“how do even children enjoy this garbage?”

you, who currently had their nose in a tissue as usual, shot up to meet your boyfriends eyes in disbelief. “what do you mean? it’s so good! i have to keep watching until marinette and adrien finally figure out each others secret identities!”

he scoffs. “you really think they’re going to let that happen? they have to milk at least six more seasons out of this nonsense first.” you look at him with brows furrowed, and he continues. “every episode is just the same thing, jagi. it can go on forever. everyday a new villain for ladybug to defeat then hawkmoth goes ‘i’ll get them next time’ but we all know he never will. and did you see all the new miraculous in the new trailer? they can just keep adding new heroes too, leading to more merch and dumb toys and all in all more money for them.” by the end of his tangent, your boyfriend releases a big breath.

you sit there, attention fully on the boy next to you with a mouthful of noodles. “wow, i think you’re more obsessed with this show than me.”

“just stating the obvious.”

you shrug in response. “whatever you say, i still think chat noir’s pretty cool.” 

jungwon swears he hurt his neck with how fast he whipped back to gaze at you. “eh? are you telling me i have to compete with a famous, rich actor and model who is also a superhero of paris at night!?” he inquires desperately. 

you bend over, starting to giggle uncontrollably at his genuinely distressed face. “well..” you begin. 

he begins to tickle you. “what is it then, the blonde hair? i’ll contact my stylist right now if it’s what you want!” you cackle, watching as jungwon begins to laugh himself, his eyes turning into soft crescents. “yah, this isn’t funny!

after more tickling and jungwon complaining about every scene of every episode, it was time for you to have your medicine. which you were not excited for. you were the type of person to believe that all of the “medicine” you’d buy was just the same useless shit in different shitty forms.

maybe you were just weak, but the result of swallowing down the liquid that probably tasted like a rotting corpse was just you being even more drowsy and dead inside than before. “but it tastes so bad!” you whine, watching as your boyfriend walks back in the room, medicine and a glass of water in hand. 

“this one doesn’t,” he replies encouragingly, “it’s bubblegum flavor.” 

“you know that means nothing right? all the ‘flavors’ taste the same.” you deadpan, watching as jungwon sets both cups down next to you on the couch. 

the boy sighs, pondering on how to get you to drink it, before a genius idea comes to his mind. “if you have every drop of it, i’ll watch one more episode of miraculous with you before bed.” 

your face brightens at that, and jungwon has to stifle a laugh at your adorable childishness. “really?” he desperately wants to say no — as he doesn’t think he can get through watching another episode of that dumpster fire — but he nods anyway. it’s for your health, he decides. 

at that, you gulp, staring down at the pink liquid in disgust. you can do this for jungwon (and miraculous), you think, before taking a deep breath and chugging it down, quickly drinking the water just as fast.

you gag immediately, the horrifying taste sticking to your tongue. immediately after, jungwon scoops you up into his arms and unceremoniously flops onto the couch. holding you in his lap, he rubs your back gently, planting a kiss to your forehead. “you did so well, see? i knew you could do it.” 

still in jungwons lap, you smack your mouth, trying to recover from the sour taste. “miraculous please.” 

“aish.. i was hoping you’d forget.”

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Rekindled

Summary: After a hard night of drinking with Lenny, Arthur finds himself in an odd but familiar spot. He also meets someone he hadn’t seen in months: you.

Warnings: It’s angsty smut hours here, folks.

A/N: So this is technically an older piece, since I started it last October and have been working on it little by little since. I did post a preview of it last year if anyone remembers!

A path of light crossed over Arthur’s closed eyes, rousing him from a deep sleep. He blinked them open, bleary and heavy, greeted with the unfamiliar ceiling of a cabin.

The sun shone through the light curtains of a window next to him, and he quickly realized he’d been laying in a bed. The leftover tiredness vanished as he jerked up in surprise, only to be cursed with a splitting headache. The room spun, an uncomfortable dizziness that caused his stomach to lurch.

Expelling a small groan, he gingerly rubbed his palm over his face, resting it on his forehead. How much did he drink last night?

Movement caught his eye, the door on the far side of the room opening. He tensed up, soon forgetting about his moment of weakness to grab for his gun – only to realize his belt had been removed.

A figure stepped in, covered in a jacket and a long skirt billowing around their legs. Beautiful hair that flowed elegantly around their face. Hands laden with a bucket. As they turned toward him, Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Y/N?!”

“Oh good, you’re awake!” you spoke, your voice light in a chime. “’Bout time too, it’s early afternoon.”

Arthur seemed to be flabbergasted by your appearance, mouth hung open slightly as he continued to stare. It’d been months since you’d last seen each other.

His stomach twisted uncomfortably, causing him to wince and double over.

“There’s another bucket next to you.” You’d said nonchalantly, turning away to heave the bucket onto the table. Liquid sloshed loudly within it.

Without looking Arthur grabbed the other bucket, having done just in time as he proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach into it. He retched and heaved uncomfortably, the pain overcoming him until the spasms of his body calmed down. The rancid taste lingered in his mouth, a tinge of alcohol still remaining. He spat into the bucket and placed it back on the ground.

“Where are we?” he rasped, wiping his mouth.

“Cumberland Forest,” you responded without turning to face him. “Little cabin tucked away in the trees.”

“You…you live here?” he asked, pushing the blankets away in an attempt to stand.

“For the time being,” you answered, swiveling around with a tin cup in your hands. “Here.” You walked over to him, pushing on his shoulder.

Arthur towered over you, yet he fell back onto the bed to your gentle pressure. You held the cup out which he took, warily peering into it. Clear water that was cool to the touch filled it halfway. Arthur brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip, swishing it to remove some of the taste on his tongue. He spat it into the bucket once more. “Thanks,” he sighed, placing the cup down. “How’d I…did ya find me or somethin’?”

“Passed out on the side of the road, reeking with alcohol,” you confirmed with a snicker. “Nice to see some things don’t change.”

Arthur ducked his head in shame, sighing out a response. “Yeah…” he shook his head at himself, albeit lightly to not agitate the pounding that refused to leave his head. It’d fallen silent for a long moment, thoughts moving through his mind as he tried to find his next words.

He hadn’t seen you in months; you having up and left the gang without so much as a note of farewell. He woke up one day to find you and your belongings gone and no trace of you at all. It left the others bewildered, some even trying to track you, including Arthur himself. The search lasted for days, however the effort proved to be fruitless as the trail had gone cold.

“Listen, I have to run into Valentine for a bit,” you said, moving away from him to grab a satchel that hung on the wall. “Stay if you want, just don’t think about robbing me. You know damn well I can track you if you do.”

Arthur blinked at your abruptness, watching quietly as you opened the door again, stepping out into the greenery that surrounded the cabin. After a few seconds, the sound of hoofbeats faded into the distance.

Once the door closed, he was surrounded by silence again. He stood up carefully, hit by another wave of dizziness. He leaned on the wall, clutching at his head as a second bout of nausea overcame him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing himself not to dry heave.

As the feeling passed, he opened his eyes again. He was in just a simple one room building. He realized with a jolt this was Six Point Cabin, the area that held the O’Driscoll camp which Kieran had helped ambush just days earlier. He didn’t recognize it at first; there had been some cleaning done, a little bit of redecorating here and there. He moved toward a window, peering toward the field that the small massacre occurred. The tents and supplies were all still there, though some items have been moved around. He assumed you were probably looking through the tents and crates for anything useful or valuable.

He couldn’t fathom why you chose this place to stay in, wondering if you’d ever run into any other O’Driscoll goons. So many questions he wanted to ask, and he was tempted to follow you into Valentine. Though after the previous night, it didn’t seem like the best idea. He wondered how Lenny fared after last night, if he’d managed to get back to camp. The last thing Arthur remembered was stumbling away from the law.

In reality, he should try and head back to camp. However, unanswered questions that cycled in his mind rooted him in place. Your departure had caused him more pain than he realized, keeping him up for many nights in lost wonder on where you went and hoping you’d return. Easily one of the most productive members in the gang, you had proven to be a great thief and a formidable fighter. Additionally there was a softness to you, a kind heart that reached out for those in need. He always had to admire you from afar.

He sighed and reached for the water cup, lifting it to his parched lips and taking a swallow. Guess he’ll wait around for your return.

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An hour passed, and Arthur’s patience didn’t wear. He kept himself busy, letting his strength slowly regain. Some personal items of yours were strewn about, little reminders of your presence that he missed. He’d found his satchel underneath the bed, having some stringy meat once he knew the nausea wouldn’t return. His gun belt, he’d realized, was resting against the bed post. His hat was on top of it.

Upon the fireplace, he’d noticed a framed photo. It was the entire gang, all posing in front of a large carriage. Upon taking the photo, he had been standing close to you, close enough to touch. He remembered that day fondly.

A few more memories stirred up, the feeling of nostalgia touching him in both a pleasant and unpleasant way.

A little more time had passed until the thundering of hooves caught his attention. He tensed, hand automatically hovering over his revolver. A moment later, the door opened to reveal you once again.

He relaxed in an instant, letting out the breath he was holding. As you closed the door, you met his gaze and smiled. “Haven’t left yet huh?”

“Don’t got a horse at the moment.” Arthur answered instantly, which was only partially true to his degree.

“Never stopped you before,” you said with a raised eyebrow. “I know you can easily steal one.”

“You’re right,” Arthur nodded. “But I ain’t leavin’, not til you answer some questions.”

Your smile turned rueful. “Figured as much,” you sighed, placing your satchel on the table. Pulling out a can of beans and some already cooked meat slabs, you continued. “Wanna have some dinner, then?”

Arthur looked at you for a moment, and then shrugged, sitting at the table. The stringy meat hadn’t exactly provided him with much. He waited silently as you prepared two plates, placing one in front of him and the other at your own spot. As you settled into your seat, Arthur’s eyes were on you.

“Alright, ask.”

“Why did ya leave?” he immediately spoke. “’Specially when you didn’t say goodbye to anyone.”

You sighed, casting your gaze down to your plate. You toyed with the beans briefly before spooning some into your mouth, chewing with a thoughtful expression. “Somethin’ didn’t seem right.”

Arthur tilted his head. “What do ya mean by that?”

“I dunno, I kept getting this…feeling,” you explained, your free hand resting over your heart. “A feeling that something bad was gonna happen. I didn’t want to stick around to find out what it was.”

“So you just up n’ left?” Arthur concluded. “Why didn’t ya say anything to anyone?”

“Would any of y’all have believed me?” you countered. When Arthur hesitated, you added, “Didn’t think so.”

“Coulda at least told me,” he mumbled. “At least told me goodbye. I…we tried trackin’ ya for a little while.”

“I thought you would try, so I had to make sure I covered my tracks well,” You explained. “Kept myself moving.”

Arthur solemnly nodded once, momentarily falling silent to eat some of his meal. He wasn’t sure what to say next, trying to process the information that was given. You’d left on a bad feeling. He understood gut feelings, knowing them all too well in a lifestyle such as this. “What caused it?” he finally asked.

“Can’t say for sure,” you replied with a small shake of your head. “But when Micah joined… it just felt like something was different.”

Micah, of course. That headstrong fool causing more problems than not these past few months. “So Micah caused you to leave.”

“Eh, part of it. Racist asshole.” you murmured.

A chuckle passed his lips. “He’s in jail over in Strawberry right now. I’m supposed to go get ‘im, and I’d rather wrestle a damn pack ‘o wolves.”

“Not surprised,” venom dripped from your voice. “But it was…more than just him. I started having nightmares. Bloodshed and bodies, mangled faces of those I cared about…” you swallowed hard, stopping to eat some more. A moment of silence followed as you chewed on the meat. “I came to the conclusion that I didn’t wanna be a part of that, so I left.”

Nightmares. Arthur shook his head in disbelief, leaning back against the chair, folding his arms. “Seems a little silly to run ‘cause of nightmares.”

“I thought so too, until I heard the mess you guys caused in Blackwater.” You pointed out as-a-matter-of-factly.

“You know about that?” he said incredulously.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Who hasn’t? I got into town not too long after you fled. Pinkertons everywhere, interrogating people on the streets. I had to keep myself hidden, managed to sneak out. When I learned what happened, I realized I was right. Something went wrong.”

Arthur sighed, running his hand through his hair. He was hesitant to compare your dream to the awful reality. He reluctantly spoke, “Weren’t just Blackwater neither. We got chased up into the Grizzlies, lost some folk on the way. We managed to get in a better spot, but it ain’t easy gettin’ back on our feet.”

“Only further proving my point,” You added. “I couldn’t bring myself to be a part of that.”

“We’re outlaws, life is always dangerous for us. You knew that when ya joined up.” Arthur argued, stabbing the meat with unnecessary force to cut it.

“Of course I knew that, Arthur,” you retorted with a slight scowl, though melting to a look of sadness. “I wouldn’t have been with Dutch for years if I hadn’t. But honestly…my gut was telling me to get out, and I did.”

He fell silent again, a flame in his chest wanting him to argue more yet nothing but empty words filled his mind. Bickering was something you and him were good at, usually about silly things that resolved on its own within a few minutes. It was only on rare occasions did you two disagree on a bigger matter, resulting in neither of you speaking for a day, and would only speak if he approached you first. You were more stubborn than he was.

Remembering those days brought a bout of woeful sentiments, reminding him all too clearly how much he’d missed you when you left. “I jus’...” he trailed off, rubbing his face before continuing. “Everyone misses you. They still wonder why ya left.”

You pursed your lips, dropping your gaze down to your plate. “I wanted to say something, I truly did. But I know it would have made things worse.”

Your last words set anger in him, bubbling up to the surface. “You leavin’ without a word was worse!” Arthur exclaimed, throwing his hand outward. “You had us all worried, wonderin’ where you were!” his fist fell heavily on the table, shaking the contents on top of it. “Search parties, days of trackin’ worthless! Losin’ sleep thinkin’ I’d never see you again.”

At first you’d seemed unphased by his outburst. However as he finished, your face began to falter. He waited for you to speak, expecting another flimsy reason or excuse to justify your actions.

With a sigh, you said, “I’m sorry, Arthur. I really am. I…” you sniffed, rubbing your eyes briefly. “I really miss you guys too. It…it took me a lot of convincing to even go through with it, and I had to constantly fight myself not to return. You guys are my family and I could never change that. It hurt me much more than you’d think.”

Arthur listened to you, his lips set in a hard line as he studied you. The raw emotion that touched your voice softened his otherwise angered heart. He took a deep breath, shaking his head as if to settle his thoughts right. There was no need to be frustrated; what was done was done. “Maybe you shoulda said somethin’. Maybe Dutch woulda listened. Wouldn’t have lost the people we did.”

“I could have and should have done many things, Arthur,” you said quietly. “But some things are meant to happen regardless. We can’t change what’s intended.”

Those words hit him with more force than he’d thought. Bowing his head, staring at the half-finished food before him. He’d lost his appetite, his heart sinking uncomfortably deep into his guts. He’d wanted answers and now he nearly regretted asking. Maybe he should have left while you were out. He wasn’t sure what answer he’d expected, though his wandering thoughts kept him awake at night those first few weeks of your absence.

There was no doubt you two had been close; both taken under Dutch’s wing at a young age. Years together of running, robbing and riding, those minor arguments and drunken nights around the campfire. Hours of speaking to one another about some nonsense, secrets whispered and kept. Some of the others would joke that you two acted like a married couple, bickering and making up right after, moving in sync and often going on missions together. Arthur would scoff and you would laugh, sometimes making the joke yourself and even going as far as to suggest to do it for real.

Arthur could never tell if you were joking or not, and would brush it off with a half-hearted chuckle. It was an absurd suggestion, wondering who could ever marry him. Yet with your departure, it were as if a piece of him had been taken with you.

He often perceived it as something he’d done wrong, though couldn’t fathom as to why it would be his own fault. You knew about Mary, about Eliza. His luck with women was something left to be desired. Yet you weren’t involved romantically, never gave an inkling of being sweet on one another. His own lack of self-confidence had automatically convinced him he wasn’t one to have any sort of close relation with the opposite sex. Perhaps it was silly to assume he was owed something from you.

He stood up immediately, aggressively pushing himself from the table as he got to his feet. As he turned to grab his things, he heard your voice.

“Arthur?”

“Gotta get goin’,” he responded without looking at you. “Got some things to take care of.”

He heard you sigh, the sound of chair legs scraping against the floor as you stood up. “At least let me walk you to the door.”

Arthur didn’t answer, grabbing his hat and satchel. As he crossed the cabin, you were right behind him, quickly walking ahead to grab the door. You opened it for him, stepping out into the late afternoon light. He could just march out and not look back, but somehow your presence there distracted him. He stopped at the threshold, looking down at you.

Rays of light beamed through the vegetation, touching your face in such a way that your skin glowed. Eyes reflected brightly, highlighting the beauty that graced your finer features. A hint of disappointment hung on your lips as a small frown, and your eyes never left his.

Silent words passed between you two like a bolt of electricity, his nerves tingling as if he were struck himself. You were the epitome of gorgeous; your features having stayed the same regardless of the hardships. More than once your face appeared in his dreams, treading through his mind in the quiet hours of the night. Those suggested ideas of marriage tugged at him on occasion, daring to venture where that would lead.

Sure, he never did believe you, partly due to his previous relationships. He was a cursed man, damned to never be truly satisfied with his life as the powers above teasingly dangled his desires in front of him. Cruel was fate for pulling you away too. Perhaps you were right about how some things were meant to happen.

“Stay with me.” You said. It wasn’t a question nor a suggestion.

Arthur felt his breath hitch.

“Don’t go back, please.” Your voice was low, swimming with raw emotion.

You never pleaded, the slightest hints of it in your tone caught Arthur off guard. He stared at you with contemplation, your words pulling at his heartstrings with more force than intended.

“I…can’t…” he forced himself to say, wringing out the words as if his throat were dry.

Your lips pursed, your steady gaze not breaking from his. “You’re not invincible, ya know. One day…things will change.”

He inhaled, opening his mouth as if to argue, yet no words formed on his lips. A strong mix of emotions raged within him still, a battle of uncertainty that could not be quelled. “Things always change.” He managed to say quietly.

“Not for the better, you know that.” You emphasized.

Of course he knew that, hell, he probably knew that better than anyone. Pain, death, and sadness took the forefront of his life more often than he’d like, yet cutting ties as you did would be much more difficult. He had a family, close bonds that would take effort to break.

Seeing you standing before him, the desperation bright and glassy in your eyes, had him consider it for a brief moment.

He spoke your name, his words trailing off as he watched you step closer, just inches away from him.

“We could be…good…together, Arthur,” you whispered, tilting your head up, your breath wafting gently across his face. “You and I…no more outlaw days, no more running, no more worrying…just…us.”

His heart pounded like a drum against his ribs. Having you this close rendered his head devoid of all thought. Your words echoed in his mind, the very brief consideration driven by something deeper within him.

His mouth opened slightly, though whatever he was going to say was quickly subdued by your lips.

Shock overcame him, stiffening in surprise. You pulled back instantaneously, staring into his eyes with an expectant look.

He stared at you in bewilderment, stirring up a myriad of feelings. Silent questions arose, none of which formed in his mouth. His hands twitched forward without thought, raising one to graze his fingers against your cheek. Cupping it gently, he leaned forward and kissed you properly.

Your lips were soft against his, warm and plump, easily melding against his mouth. His other hand hovered along your lower back, hesitant, yet you stepped forward to welcome his embrace. Bodies touching, his arm rested against you, holding you to him.

It’d been so long since he kissed anyone; he nearly forgot what it felt like. A sweet rush of bliss washed over him, soon forgetting the unease that held the both of you. His hands slinked into your hair, holding you close as his lips moved silently against yours.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, his nerves tingling pleasantly from your touch. It was as if you had fire in your skin, every part of his body responding to the heat that radiated from you. He pulled back for air, breathing heavily as if he’d run a race. Blood rushed, thumping in his ears.

You kept hold of him, a small smile painted on your face. You’d reached up and pulled his hat off. A thousand unspoken words were exchanged through your gazes alone, all of which told one message that he understood.

Stay.

Your hands ran slowly across his shoulders, fingers trickling lightly across the fabric of his shirt. You outlined the muscles of his biceps, trailing along his forearms and finally to his hands. His hands gently entwined with yours, warm and soft against his rough and calloused skin.

You silently pulled him back into the cabin, his feet light as he followed you without protest. Your lips found his again, eliciting such passion behind it that it nearly caught him off guard. His arms took hold of you, pulling you in a tight embrace. Your closeness, the warmth that radiated through your clothes against him, it was all so surreal.

God, has he been holding back for this long? Was this just a dream?

Arthur pulled back an inch, resting his forehead against yours. You felt so real in his arms, against his chest. He uttered your name, barely a whisper that held his vulnerability. The way he longed for you was unlike any other. You were more than just a fellow outlaw to him, more than just family.

Now he knew why you suggested marriage.

And he’d been so afraid of another relationship, he refused to see it for what it was himself.

You sighed his name, your voice like a soft song in his ears.

It hurts to be without you.

He dipped his head down, resting it carefully on your shoulder. Your hands threaded through his hair with soothing strokes. Your scent overwhelmed him, a lovely aroma which fogged his senses. He breathed in slowly, locking you into his memory.

His lips ghosted across the soft skin of your neck, placing a baby kiss along your pulse point. A short, uneven breath rattled from your throat. Lifting his head, he peered at your face. Your eyes were half-lidded, staring at him with an expression he recognized, yet he was in disbelief.

Why me?

Your palms rested on his chest, holding his gaze as your fingers inched toward his exposed skin. You traced his collar bones, your touch light. Moving across the midline of his pectorals, you stopped over his racing heart that leapt from the lightest of grazes.

His skin felt like fire, a trail prickling after your touch. After years of only bath ladies having come in contact with his naked skin, this effect was foreign and familiar simultaneously. He watched as your fingers deftly worked the topmost closed button of his shirt.

 He stiffened automatically, unable to hide the wariness of judgment that crept to the forefront of his mind. You must have recognized his apprehension, moving one hand to cup his cheek. Your face was gentle, offering a look of safety.

You can trust me.

A shuddering breath pushed past his lips. Such intimacy was lost to him long ago, only to be visited in his dreams. He missed it so and was afraid to attempt with another woman. He did trust you, trusted you with his life even. Perhaps it was time to strengthen it even more.

He ducked his head slightly, giving a small nod to allow you to continue. A soft kiss was placed on his cheek. You continued further, easing your way down his buttons, keeping your eyes level with his.

He was nervous, his heart refusing to cease its hammering. His mind incessantly whispered unkind comments, battling actively with his better senses. With each button released, exposing more of his torso, he waited for your reaction of disgust or disinterest. With the last undone, his shirt fell open to reveal his union suit. You hadn’t hesitated to repeat the process, exposing more and more of his torso to you until he was bare from the waist up.

He watched you with held breath as you smoothed your palm against his abdomen, the tips of your fingers trailing gently along the ridges of his muscles. A look of interest appeared across your face, tracing patterns along his skin. To his surprise, you hadn’t offered him any notion of repulsion.

You reached up, taking hold of his shirt and suspenders to peel them from his shoulders. The cool air nipped his skin, though it didn't quell the warmth that slowly spread through him. He closed his eyes from your softness, aware of the way your hands explored him. Just this alone brought a brighter light in the darkness of his inner thoughts, slowly diminishing the skepticism that plagued him.

Your fingers rested on the back of his neck, applying gentle pressure to bring him to you. As your lips met you grasped his hand, placing it gently upon your own shirt.

Hesitant as he was, fingers twitching across the buttons, he longed for more.

Without a pause you guided him with ease, directing him along the line as they parted. The silky fabric of your chemise grazed against his knuckles. He opened his eyes, pulling back to view. Your shirt fell from your shoulders, pooling on the ground around your feet.

Your skirt was soon to follow, the billowing waves of fabric landing elegantly upon the worn wooden floor. Down to nothing but your unmentionables, you placed Arthur’s hands onto your waist. Heat radiated through the thin fabric like a furnace. You inched closer, pressing your body against his. You were so delicate compared to him, even though you presented yourself otherwise.

He wanted to touch you more, to feel your bare skin in his palms. His reluctance fueled by the remaining dregs of apprehension stopped him. He idly tested the fabric between his fingers, unsure whether or not to move forward. Your eyes reflected patience, silently awaiting his decision.

I trust you too.

Releasing a shuddering exhale, Arthur tugged the straps down from your shoulders. Your breasts, perfect and round, were revealed to him as he peeled it away. You aided him further, sliding the entire piece down your waist, falling past your legs to join the rest of your clothes on the floor.

You were completely nude now, standing before him with shameless confidence. He gazed at you up and down while drinking in the lovely sight with careful precision. Lord, you were gorgeous. A Goddess next to such a plain man such as himself. He almost felt shameful to even stand in your presence.

You stepped closer, pressing your body to his as you wrapped your arms around his neck once more. Your breasts rested against his chest which left him breathless. Desire began to pool within him, stirring heat in his very core. He bit his lip with an inability to hinder the ever growing arousal. He held you again, resting his hands just above the curve of your rear. Trailing his fingertips up and down your spine, reveling how good you felt to him.

He soon found the courage to venture further, falling to the lust that took hold of him. Your butt felt heavenly to him, kneading your flesh which produced a quiet moan from you. Standing on your toes, you placed your lips upon his neck, trailing quick kisses along his pulse point and his stubbled chin, leaving no part of his skin untouched.

Your fingers ghosted across his arousal, too prominent to ignore it. You’d make quick work with the buttons, releasing him of his confinements. He felt the last of his clothes fall from him, exposing him in his entirety. He didn’t have time to react nor comprehend, as you’d taken his length in your hand without hesitation. A soft groan elicited from him as you smoothed your hand up and down. He could only stand there, allowing your control to flood him completely.

You quickened your pace, his groans only becoming louder. He could absolutely melt from your touch at this point, having gone so long without the company of anyone but his own. His grip on you tightened in need for more. His knees trembled from your thumb running across the head, and he released a shuddering breath.

And then, you stopped. A protest built in his throat as you stepped back, only to beckon him towards the bed. He followed without question, allowing you to push him to sit on the edge. You straddled him to sit daintily on his lap as you pulled him into a deep, heated kiss. Your hand found his length again, languidly stroking him with a light touch. He moaned into your mouth, tongues batting against one another at a slow pace. He could feel your heat on his legs, accompanied by the slight moisture. Daringly reaching down, he found your center without hesitation.

His fingertip encircled your bud. You shuddered on top of him, eliciting a soft moan of your own that sent a rush of fire through his stomach. His strokes hastened, vainly seeking for more of your pleasure. He tantalizingly stroked you with intent to prolong it. He enjoyed listening to you, knowing that he was eliciting such delectation. You ground into his grasp, pressing your torso to his once again. Your touch had become more feverish against him, ripping your lips from his to express yourself with a high mewl. You’d responded with dragging your thumb underneath his pink head, teasing the sensitive skin. He bucked up into your grip with a deep groan.

His fingers idled at your entrance, marveling at your slick. He slid one finger in as he explored your inner walls, stroking against your heat with slow precision. He’d lost count of the years past that he’d touched someone in such a way, although his memory of them was still as clear as day.

You uttered a gasp, a product of him discovering your spot. He curled his finger teasingly within you, adding another for enhanced effect. Soon you were reduced to a writhing mess on his lap, you gripped his shoulder with your free hand until he felt the sting of your nails.

A soft hiss slid across his tongue. The pain was not bothersome, only adding to the growing flames that resided within him. Though with each passing second, his yearning for you only increased. He wanted you, needed you. Years of missed opportunity leading to this moment.

He stared at your face. Cheeks flushed with a beautiful rosy glow, your lips parted and your eyes unable to focus. Because of him. He brought your attention back, one hand resting upon your cheek as your eyes met. He could get lost in how gorgeous yours were.

You seemed to understand him. Unspoken messages passed across an unseen bridge. Clarity formed on your face as you released him, then wrapped your arms around his neck.

Take me.

He held your hips, waiting patiently as you maneuvered yourself over him. As you sunk down, his eyes kept to yours as you began to seat yourself comfortably, a breathless gasp sliding from his mouth. Your inner walls were so hot, so wet…his grip tightened slightly at the sensation, holding himself not to thrust up into you.

Engulfed to the hilt, your hips canted as you began to rhythmically move against him. The ripples that accompanied it were breathtaking, a deep groan emitting from his chest. He couldn’t help but to move along with you, keeping in sync as you danced atop his lap. Your sweet sounds of pleasure were almost musical, filling his mind abuzz.

Your sight lost focus as you threw your head back, calling out his name in such a melody it made him blush. He was doing this to you. Him and only him. He could get lost in your essence just listening to your voice. His lips attached to your heated skin, beginning to slowly leave his marks on you, along your neck and across your collarbones. Your fingers stroked through his hair. You sighed into his ear, every praise and encouragement laced in your voice that seemed foreign to him but encouraging all the same.

Your fingers had brushed across his jaw, offering slight pressure to pull his head up. He met your lidded gaze, face flushed and mouth slightly parted. He understood your notion, his hands slinking up your back to knot into your hair as he drew you in for another kiss. Mixed sounds drowned out against your tongues with your increased pace. A deep groan vibrated in his chest while he hastened to keep up with you.

His lips parted from yours to catch his breath, taking short huffs before his mouth returned to your body. One hand slid around your torso to your breast. He kneaded it gently in his palm, reveling how soft and warm it felt. His mouth occupied your puckered nipple while his teeth grazed over it. You uttered a whine in response, your entire body trembling on top of him. He gave attention to the rest of your body with his other hand, memorizing every curve and swell. Everything about you felt wonderful. He eventually found his way to your core again, running his fingers along your nub to enhance your pleasure. Your moans only grew from there, your nails leaving their own marks on his shoulders.

You gripped him hard, your voice raising an octave. He knew what it meant as he locked gazes with you and he rubbed you faster, coaxing out your climax. It only took a half a moment before every muscle trembled around him, your walls clenching his length as your release overtook you. His name graced your lips as you pressed your forehead to his, dragging your fingers down his back. He shuddered from your touch, your climax almost sending him over the edge.

You panted out the last waves of your peak as your grip loosened from him. You straightened up to stare at him, appearing absolutely drunk with ecstasy and adoration for him. His heart leapt from the sight. He grabbed your waist and lifted you from him, turning to lay on the bed in one smooth motion.

He towered over you, keeping his gaze even with yours. You smiled up at him, a warm and inviting smile as your legs spread for him. He smiled as well, running his hands down your sides to stop at your hips. He carefully lined himself with your folds and pushed forward. A soft groan emanated as he sheathed himself within you once again. A brief moment of pause to relish the feeling of joining together again, Arthur caressed your face, keeping his gaze steady. Your hand covered his, and he began to thrust.

Watching your face contort to your pleasure underneath him was the best thing he’d ever seen.

His hips rolled in an undulating rhythm against you. Your hands found their way to his hair. Unblinking stares settled deep in his soul, afraid to look away as if he’d lose sight of your beauty permanently.

Time was lost to him from how deeply buried he was. His surroundings vanished, only focused on you and you alone. His own name filling his ears soon became his favorite song, wrapped in a melody of your moans and mewls. He watched as a second orgasm took hold of you, visibly waving through your body to expel from your mouth.

It was the most gorgeous form he’d ever seen you in. He felt his own pleasure heighten from just watching you writhe and arch beneath him. The way your walls squeezed him again, it wouldn’t be much longer until he would release himself. But he didn’t want to end it so soon.

Your legs wrapped around him, trapping him to you. It was as if you understood what was coming next. Arthur inhaled sharply, driving himself as far as he could. The fire was growing too quickly, too powerful for him to prolong –

I want you.

He squeezed his eyes shut as the release took hold of his entire body. Every muscle clenched while his climax washed over him, emptying what felt like his soul deep in your core. He groaned loudly, his hips snapping weakly against yours until it ebbed away, opening his eyes to see you again.

Your lips were parted and your cheeks were still flushed with a rosy tint. Your lustful eyes glinted beautifully in the light of the late afternoon. He brought himself down to crush his mouth to yours, eliciting a deep kiss despite the both of you gasping for air.

Hell, he didn’t even care. Your gentle fingers raked through his hair over and over, moaning sweetly and breathlessly against his tongue. His tired arms trembled beneath his weight, and he parted his lips from yours. Fatigue struck him like a bolt, and he dropped his head to rest within the valley of your breasts. He intended to roll off to your side, except you didn’t seem to mind. He felt your lips press against the crown of his head and caress his cheek, bringing a soft smile to his face.

After a few minutes of silence, the reality of what happened soon caught up with him. It didn’t occur to him how much he missed you until this very moment, and how stupid he was to ignore his own pining. He should have tried harder to find you, hell, he should have taken you to be his own ages ago if he weren’t such a coward. How much time he wasted ignoring the obvious.

Gone for months, only to appear once again under his nose.

His fingers lazily trailed up your side. You were real, right here with him. His hand searched for yours and you obliged, entwining your fingers with his. He never wanted to let you go ever again.

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Arthur awoke with the soft song of crickets just outside the window. As he blinked his bleary eyes, he didn’t even realize he’d fallen asleep. The full moon shone through the window, brightening the little cabin with its silver glow. He was still on you, his head was still resting upon your chest, and your deep breathing and slow heartbeat indicated you too were out cold. He shifted himself slightly to look at you, observing your features. His own heart raced just seeing you like that, how beautiful you were even in such a vulnerable state.

His gaze shifted around the cabin. Right at that moment he wanted nothing more than to stay in this cabin with you, to live and sleep and wake up every day to see your lovely face. He wanted it all.

His eyes landed on his gun belt. His Cattleman revolver gleamed brightly and the weight of a harsh reality crashed upon him. As much as he wanted it, he had too much of a responsibility to his gang, his family. It wouldn’t be fair to abandon them now, especially since they were all just getting back on their feet.

He released a silent sigh. Placing a kiss upon your skin, he moved to stand. He hadn’t pulled out prior, and the slightly pleasurable sensation overtaking him nearly made him stop. You shifted as he stood, groaning quietly as his movement aroused you.

“Arthur?” you rasped, your voice heavy with sleep.

His heart sank. He turned slowly to face you and spoke, “I have to go.” Every word felt heavy.

You’d fallen silent. He could see the disappointment and sadness shadowed across your face. You sat up and swung your legs over the side to stand before him. Every curve of you accentuated in the moonlight, illuminating you with an ethereal glow. His hands flexed at his sides, forcing himself to keep from grabbing you.

However, you’d reached forward, taking his hands in your own. He didn’t stop you. “I know you do,” You said quietly, pressing your lips to his hands. “I won’t stop you, as much as I want to.”

His breath caught, thinking back to the argument from earlier. How adamant you were about wanting him to stay. “What changed?” he asked.

You released his hands and stepped back. “You’re an outlaw. No one can tell you what to do.” You answered, a ghost of a smile flitting across your lips.

He’d nearly stepped in sync with you. He however was rooted in the spot, actively arguing with his own conscience. He knew it was the right choice, but damn did it have to hurt this bad?

He turned and silently dressed, collecting his things while he felt your eyes on from the opposite side of the cabin. All the while his mind was yelling at him. Screaming. Demanding he’d stay. Desperately hoping you’d make another attempt. He fought it with gritted teeth as he slung his satchel around his neck and strode over to the door. He rested his hand on the knob and hesitated for a split second.

I love you.

It was such a tiny whisper that he thought he might’ve imagined it. He glanced over his shoulder at you, spotting your silhouette in the darkest corner of the cabin.

His heart plummeted and he opened the door, stepping out into the nocturnal wilderness. As he closed the door behind him, he let out a choked sigh.

I love you too.

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I’m honestly considering on making this one a trilogy. But before I write anything new, I’m going to work on more of My Little Secret as well as And I’ll Succumb To You. I’ve put off that one especially for a little too long.

[annaisu]

A Chance, A Change

Written for the @uraichievents​ 2019 event, even though I’d planned on skipping today. However, I had the idea, and it refused to sit without being written down. That said, it’s still on the smaller side, but it would make a fantastic prologue/part 1… Enjoy!

Words - 1,402 Tags - Time Travel, Near Character Death, The Main Character is in somewhat of a panic and nobody could blame him

There was a hollow by the riverbed. It reared over two human figures – both smaller than the monster, but one small enough it could only be a child. The taller human was desperately covering the child, the last dregs of spirit energy seeping out of her as if from an invisible yet lethal wound.

The moment snapped into motion. The heavy paws of the beast swung down, the woman let out a sound of despair, the kid screamed, and Ichigo – Ichigo flashed across the space between them in a desperate half-step, not knowing where he was or who they were but knowing that he could stop this.

Blood sprayed through the air as Zangetsu tore through the hollow’s arms, sending the hands thudding to the ground even as Ichigo moved into his second attack and split the mask clean in two. Time slowly started to return to normal as Ichigo stared down at the dying hollow.

There was no way Ichigo could ever forget the face of his mother’s killer. Rain fell from the sky, dripping down his face and the dissolving body of the monster that had forever changed his young self’s life. Kurosaki Masaki was free now, her soul released from this hollow echo of life and no doubt heading to soul society. Madly, Ichigo wondered exactly how the process of life and death worked, whether he could scour all of Soul Society’s districts until he found his beloved mother-

“Ahh~” a weak voice half laughed, half sobbed. “What timing that all was.” Ichigo spun around, eyes widening as he recognized the voice and came face to face with the woman he had just saved. “First a hollow, then my strength was stolen, and then a savior appears!” Kurosaki Masaki let out a laugh that immed iately turned into choking coughs, and the next thing Ichigo knew was his knees and legs getting soaked as he knelt on the ground beside this impossibility.

“Mom?” He asked weakly, unsure of what the hell was going on, but it was undoubtedly his mom in front of him right now. His mom, who managed to stop her coughing long enough to look up at him with a confused smile crossing her face, before she passed out.

Ichigo panicked.

-

Ichigo can barely recall what he did in the next ten minutes. His thoughts are just barely half-formed blurs. Oh shit, mom’s hurt! What the hell mom is alive to be hurt! Stupid geta-boushi always has answers and can heal- Wait was I really this tiny once? They’re both so light… We’re here, wait what do I say, holy shit could I know more about what’s going on than Urahara does??

The door of the shouten slid open and the shopkeeper stepped into the doorframe. “She’s hurt,” Ichigo blurted out. “There was a hollow - but it didn’t do this, so I don’t know what’s wrong with mom!” He held his mom out in his arms, careful not to dislodge the boy on his back.

A mad part of Ichigo laughed as the shopkeeper froze, fan halfway to his mouth. The man recovered quickly, however, taking a half step back and gesturing for Ichigo to head into the shop. “Maa, best bring her in then. How long ago was this?”

“I- a couple minutes?” Ichigo guessed. “I brought her here as quickly as I could, but I didn’t get there in time to see what happened to her. I just- appeared right before the hollow would have torn her open.” Ichigo swallowed heavily, gently laying Kurosaki Masaki out where Urahara indicated. “I stopped him from killing her though, so what’s going on?” Ichigo looked over his mom again, trying to figure out what was happening.

It was as if some ephemeral hand had reached into his mother’s soul and ripped out part of who she was, of the strength she used to fight against the whims of fate. Power was torn from the blood running along her veins, and only a desperate trickle remained around her heart, slowly leaking out as well. Ichigo had never seen anything like this before – the closest was when Rukia had meant to give him half of her powers, and he unintentionally stole all of it instead.

The boy on his shoulder stirred slightly, and Ichigo startled. Carefully, he slid the boy off and onto the ground, a ways away from his – their – mother. The pale face, creased in pain, was a distorted reflection of Ichigo’s own face, and still Ichigo could barely comprehend what was happening here. How the hell was this all happening?

As if in response to her child’s pain, Masaki’s eyes fluttered open. “Ichi-go?” She managed to gasp out, and Ichigo instinctively moved forward.

“Mom?” He asked, before checking himself. She meant his younger self. “I- he’s okay, just knocked out.” Despite knowing that he had been fine in his own past version of these events, Ichigo double checked on his younger self. “I think the burst of power just knocked him out.”

Masaki relaxed, and despite her obvious pain, the tension flooded entirely out of her body. “Good. That’s- that’s wonderful. Thank you for saving him.”

“Ah, save your energy, Kurosaki-san,” Urahara interrupted. “Do you know why this happened?” Wait- Urahara knew his mom?

His mother’s eyes darkened in anger. “Ywach. Power- he took from the impure- mixed Quincy.” Despite the evident difficulty it took to speak, his mother’s words were strong and determined. But- Quincy? What would his human mom know about the race of spirit archers?

Urahara nodded. “I see. Well then, stranger-san, are you willing to help again?” Ichigo looked at the man with the plan, and dared to hope. Could his mother live? Would his mother live? Would he be able to save his mom from his naïve stupidity and keep from tearing away the center of his family’s universe?

He nodded. Urahara beamed, fluttering his little fan, and Ichigo relaxed. No matter what it cost him, there was a solution. “In that case! Please channel some energy for me to examine, please!” Not willing to question the man at a time like this, Ichigo held out his hand and focused, as if he was about to power up an attack but instead just held it there. Urahara leaned forward to look at it more closely, and Ichigo held back from accidently throwing the energy into the man’s face. Urahara hummed, tapping his fan once more, then nodded several times.

“Yes, this shall do quite well! Now then, Stranger-san, I could take some of your spirit and attach it to Kurosaki’s, and it should serve as a shield to protect the last of her power and breathe life back into her energy. Are you willing?” A flinty eye looked up from beneath the rim of the bucket hat, but Ichigo didn’t bother pausing to consider what this would require.

The Shinigami teen interrupted before the shopkeeper could explain any farther. “Just get on with it, Geta-boushi,” he snapped.

“My, my,” Urahara muttered as he did indeed seem to get on with whatever he was doing. “So impatient~”

Several minutes later, Ichigo was hunched over his and his mom’s clasped hands, trying to bear through the foreign sensation of having a part of himself pulled on and out, then grafted onto somebody else. “Focus on protecting and nurturing,” Urahara’s voice came from beside him. “This will work best if you can infuse your very desire for her to live throughout your being.”

Ichigo couldn’t help but laugh despite the strain. “Of course I want her to live,” he whispered. “It’s all I ever wanted as a kid.” His energy was no longer being pulled away from him like a rubber band stretching, pulled from himself into his mother by Urahara’s hand. Rather, his overwhelming desire to protect spread from his heart through all of his power, before concentrating into a single, small section. He would give anything for his mom to live, and his entire being knew this.

Ichigo felt it when part of his soul tore itself away, leaving behind a rough gash in his very self. The pain was minimal compared to his relief as he sensed it bind to Masaki, watched color flood back to her pale face, and knew that his mother was going to live.

Ichigo leaned back against a nearby wall, covered his face, and laughed until he cried.

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Anxiety vs Morality (Sanders sides fic)

Set after Dealing with intrusive thoughts

So you can identify whose talking

[V] Virgil

[P] Patton

[D] Deciet

Virgil had just ducked out into his room after all the commotion from that hour had finally ended, the day had taken a toll on him severely, all the disgusting thoughts and images that he saw definetly would stick in his head for a while and he nearly fell like vomiting from all the stress he was under throughout. Remus always bothered him, not just with the horrible things he imagined, but with the way he was acting towards Virgil, constantly trying to make him the bad guy of the situation acting like he was the real sickening one....the sad part is he ended up being right in the end. Virgil lay down against the wall taking slow breaths while trying to make sure he didnt give out a loud scream in frustration, he was disapointed in himself, the most he had been in years. [V] "It was me the whole time?" He said his voice sounding somewhat shaken. [V] "How could i do this? How could i not realize this before that disgusting Remus showed up! Youre supposed to be anxiety, you're supposed to be the one to protect him from those sides, why can't i just change for good! Why-" He stopped when he heard the whooshing sound of someone popping up into his room, they tried to stay quiet but Virgil already figured who it could as he looked up at the entering side. [V] "..what is it Patton" he said nervously looking up at the fatherly side with sad eyes. Patton himself looked defeated almost like how Virgil felt except...had Patton been crying?

[V] "Pat...are you ok?" Virgil asked sitting himself up to face him properly. Pattons eyes were red from tears and his cheeks looked soaking wet like he was hit with a bucket of water, as well as his hoodie having tear stains around the paw patterns...he was upset alright. Patton quickly tried to wipe his eyes clean. [P] "Uh y-yeah of course kiddo, i just came to see how you were doing, i was worried since you got so agitated throughout all...well that and i didnt get the chance to comfort you" Patton forced a smile offering a hand of salvation to Virgil, but Virgil wasnt fooled he knew he wasnt the only one needing help. [V] "Patton don't pretend, you know its not good for anyone" Patton blinked [P] "I-im not pretending im just-" he was cut off [V] "Patton!-...please don't go through this again, alot of things bother me so maybe now...tell me whats bothering you? Then we can talk?" Virgil offered a faint smile in hopes to make Patton a little more cheery to open up and not go down the road of hiding his feeling again. Patton breathed slowly shutting his eyes, he hated feeling this way but Virgil was right he couldnt go back to hiding his feelings deep down like before. He opened his eyes as they met Virgils in a stare then he talked

[P] "I-....i just can't believe myself Virgil...i'm supposed to be Thomas's moral compass, i'm meant to be the guide who helps him make good to decisions and help him feel happy and complete with what he does, i'm his happy pappy Patton but-" he sucked in a breath looking like he was going to cry again [P] "But now....i'm the one hurting him...it was my fault Remus was hurting him i-i caused that..If i wasnt so strict with how things should work, it would'nt have happened, i made this happen!" Patton stopped himself to breath but then covered his face with his hands, he was so defeated he had never felt so awful about something before and everyone knew how happy he could be but never how sad. Virgil's face fell seeing his fellow side so mad at himself, he didn't want that, Patton wasnt the bad guy...but he thought he was. [V] "Patton no no no you didn't cause this, you arent even able to make Thomas upset youre his lightest happiest side, if you wanna be upset with someone, make it me.."

Patton rubbed his eyes now looking at Virgil confused, who was now slunked back down into a seating position on the floor. [P] "Why would i be upset with you?" He asked. Virgil let out a sigh. [V] "I'm Thomas's Anxiety Patton, i'm the source of his worries, his fears and his para-" he paused. [V] "...his overthinking feelings, if anyone did this.....its me". Patton looked a Virgil who almost looked like he himself was going to cry, how could he think that? Patton was the one being strict....but thinking back Virgil was acting a little too angry, but Patton still tried to repress the thoughts which hurt, but Virgil also tried to ignore the situation even more which is also a problem, so....whose fault is it? [D] "Its both of you". A familiar voice echoed in the room with them, making them both jump from surprise and fear, their first thoughts was one of the others had been eavesdropping and wanted to help, but when they both turned to look...they were greeted with the sharply dressed, top hat wearing snake faced king of lies himself...Deciet.

Virgil immediatly got up straight to face him, his face contorted into a ball of anger, he had already had to deal with Remus he was not about to deal with this manipulative snake too. [V] "Get out of my room now!" He said in deadly tone, almost sounding like he was about to break something. Patton froze unknowing what to do, the day was long and he had no idea if he was going to be able to deal with two dark sides in one day. Deciet gave a small smile and put his hands up gesturing a surrender. [D] "Now now there is no need for that, i have not come to cause you harm...well a little distress but no harm". Virgil just stared him down hard. [V] "I don't care, we're having a hard day as it is and we don't need to deal with you as well, and i don't want you making Patton feel worse today about something else!". He practically roared that last sentence, he was almost about to throw Deciet out himself until Patton finally chimed in. [P] "W-wait!". Virgil paused them both him and Deciet were staring at Patton, he swallowed a breath and spoke up turning his attention towards Deciet, his tone now turning stern. [P] "We know we're both doing things wrong, we already feel bad enough and dont want the other to take the blame, so what can you possibly tell us that we don't already know?". Patton tried not lose his temper whole saying that, as the stress from the day was already making him feel weak from sadness, Virgil turned to calm Patton down, until Deciet replied. [D] "I'm not just saying its both of you, Logan already did that but in his words he wasn't saying what that really meant?" He said sounding more formal then before, as Virgil looked at him suspiciously. [V] "What are you talking about now? We already know we both caused problems". Deciet sighed looking down a second, being cryptic wasnt going to help, so he just came out with the one sentence neither of them wanted to hear. [D] "You're both really sabotaging each other, you're both causing problems by being closer then the others, because in reality, Anxiety and Morality aren't stable together forerver, you both make the other worse".

End of part one

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Of Farms Fairs & Fame (Part 9)

The smell of corndogs, popcorn, and cotton candy perfumed the air. The better part of his very early morning had been spent in the kitchen with Kya. He only had a chance to leave it when Katara came in panting and huffing, declaring that, “that pump’in is too dang big.” Longing for an excuse to leave the kitchen he had shot a glance at his mother. She rolled her eyes and dismissed him from his kitchen duties. He was sure that his mother could handle it on her own anyhow. He stood over the pumpkin, it had to weigh at least fifty pounds. “How’d y’all even git it so big?” Sokka had asked.

Katara shrugged. “Suppose it’s all ‘bout luck.”

“And skill.” She had to have a green thumb to grow a pumpkin that large.  “Now watch how a real man does it.” He wriggled his fingers before stooping over and trying to heave the pumpkin into his arms. He huffed, the weight of the thing hadn’t been the problem so much as the shape of it.

He flushed, finally admitting that he needed help too.

Together the siblings managed to get the pumpkin into the back of his truck and ready for the fair. The rest of his morning had been spent helping Kya arrange her stall at the fair. She vowed that she had finally made the perfect pie. She hadn’t unveiled it yet, but his nose certainly agreed that she had cooked the best pie.

Currently, Sokka walked next to Azula, listening to the crunch of gravel beneath her studded turquoise cowgirl boots. She wore a matching cowgirl  hat that helped to shade her face. She stared at the ground, acting much quieter than usual. “Wan’ me ta buy ya some’a the popped corn or somethin’?” She hated when he called it popped corn, if that couldn’t evoke a response from her, then he didn’t know what would.

She shrugged, “I guess.”

“What are ya bein’ so quiet fer?” It occurred to him. “Y’all were able ta write a song weren’t ya?”

“Yeah, Sokka, I wrote a song…”

“Yer gonna sing it, right?”

“Course I’m gonna sing it.” She replied. “What’s the point ‘a writin’ a song if I ain’t gonna sing it?”

“Ya gonna sing it in fon’a people?”

Azula rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Sokka. That’s what I wrote it fer.”

He slung an arm over over her shoulder and guided her to one of the food stalls. He promised her the popped corn, he was gonna get her the popped corn. Hell, he even threw in a vanilla, chocolate swirl ice cream cone and a pretzel. Hesitantly, Azula took the pretzel and slid him a few dollar bills. “What’s this fer? I said I’d buy it fer ya?”

“Yer family ain’t got the money ta be spendin’ on someone who already got it.” She answered. “Thanks fer the thought though.”

Sokka sighed, she always did have a habit of making acts of kindness more complicated than need be. “I hear they’re havin’ a yodelin’ contest…”

She cut him off. “Trust me, I hear it too and I’d like to stop.”

Sokka rolled his eyes but laughed. “A’right, I take it ya don’ wanna git front row seats.”

“Not at all.” She confirmed.

“How ‘bout goin’ ta visit them piglets?” He offered. She turned her head and he knew that she was smiling. She had a soft spot for the piglets since they were children.

“Sure, we ken go ‘n see the pigs.”

“Good, ‘cause I wan’ed to see this year’s selection a goats ‘n cows… ‘n the chickens… ‘n the horses. Aw heck, I wanna pet em’ all.”

“Even the rabbits?” Azula asked. “Or are y’all traumatized?”

“Yup, e’en them rabbits.” He looked at the time, they only had an hour or two before the horse races began. He took hold of Azula’s hand and hurried her along. He sure hoped that things were going well for TyLee.

.oOo.

Azula let Sokka tug her through the crowd, mostly because she hadn’t exactly expected the oaf to take her hand. He was particularly chipper that day, leaving Azula with the impression that his family’s gardening endeavors were going well.

At last, Sokka came to a stop in front of the pigpens. “Look at this one!” He pointed. Azula followed the direction of his finger. Rolling about in the mud was probably one of the teeniest little piglets Azula had ever gazed upon. It had to be the runt of the litter.

“Ken we hol’ ‘im?” Sokka asked of the owner.

“Go right on ahead.”

Azula lifted the small thing out of its pen. “I oughta steal ‘im.” Azula whispered to Sokka.

“Don’ go ‘n do that!” He exclaimed. But Azula admitted that she wasn’t quiet listening. More or less, her focus was on the fuzzy, pink baby in her hands. She stroked his fur for the longest time, long enough for Sokka to warder on over to the goat stalls. Sparing the overhead clock a glance, Azula returned the piglet to its pen, albeit, a little bit reluctantly. She made her way back to Sokka’s side. “It’s almost time for TyLee’s race to begin.”

“Best head ta the track then.” He replied.  He caught her eye. “Ya gonna tell me wha’s botherin’ ya?”

Azula held her silence for a while longer.  “She’s still havin’ trouble ridin’.” It was easier than admitting that she was nervous about her own upcoming performance, but it was true enough. “Ain’t matter how much she practice, she can’t go that fast with her leg the way it is…”

TyLee told her as much the last time she visited. Apparently, her doctor had advised against riding at all, lest the bumps and leaps rattle her fragile bone more.

But TyLee had a stubborn streak in her to match Azula’s own.

“I’m purtty sure Ty ken handle ‘erself.”

“Yeah. I sure hope so…”

.oOo.

TyLee squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t even supposed to be here right now, her mother had made that clear as rain water in a bucket. She sure hoped that TyLao was playing her part convincingly. At least there was one perk to having six siblings that looked exactly like her. Though, it might have been more practical for TyLao to fill in for her. But there was no pride in that, what was the point of a blue ribbon if she didn’t win it for herself?

There was a pulsing in her injured leg, but that might have been the product of her imagination and stress. She drew in a few deep inhales.  She heard the shot of a gun and the clamor of metal against metal as the gates swung open. She gave Kahnim’s reigns a flick.

The first few furlongs went well, she could feel the mid-autumn wind tossing her hair and the familiar trills of freedom that came with it. Intermingling with the breathy hiss of air was the sound of cheering and yelling. She tried to put that out of her mind, tried to tell herself that it was just she and Kahnim running through another practice round.

His hooves pounded promisingly on the gravel.

He had all the power he needed.

All the power that she had trained him to use.

The weakness lay in TyLee herself.

And the weakness displayed itself halfway through. A mist of tears hazed her vision as each jolt and bump, each hoof fall became rougher on her bad leg. She gritted her teeth and pushed on. She was clinging to second and pushing for first and she wouldn’t lose that to an ill-timed injury.

Perhaps she should have just accepted second place.

Instead she flicked Kahnim’s reigns, urging him to go a little faster, at least enough to pull ahead during the final stretch. Such a feat was no problem for him. For TyLee, it was another matter, one that made itself known the moment Kahnim picked up speed. The sharp pang that shot up her leg came with intensity so forceful she let go of the reigns. She only managed to just grasp them in time to keep herself from toppling to the ground.

Though she had jerked Kahnim good with that one. She heard the gallop of a dozen passing horses, but it didn’t matter because, by the time her own had slowed himself, she was dangling precariously from his saddle.

She didn’t even want to look at her leg.

She definitely should have settled for second place. TyLee didn’t know if she had cried out in frustration or in pain, it was probably a combination of both. A rare occurrence where she couldn’t muster a shred of optimism.

Faintly, through a fog of pain, she could hear the announcement that called the race to a halt amid the sympathetic moans of spectators. And that was just it, it was all over. She knew it was when they carefully moved her from the discomforts of the track gravel and under one of the shaded tents where stood her mother, Mai, and Azula--who leaned some onto Sokka--all looking every bit as somber as one another.

“I blew it…” She mumbled.

.oOo.

The look on TyLee’s face. That soft crack in her voice. The bleakness in her eyes. It all followed Azula backstage. She truly tried not to dwell on it, TyLee had told her not to worry about her. But she did. She did because, deep down she still knew that she had a pretty decent hand in how things unfolded for her friend.

She gave her lyrics one last once over. Was she really going to sing this one? Sokka kept his distance, he knew her moods well enough to do so. Part of her wanted to approach him, to try to alleviate his concern, but she didn’t much feel like standing at the moment. Evidently she felt rather sick. Seeing TyLee on a stretcher for a second time had done her no favors.

She listened to the careful drawl of Yue as she sang through her last verse. Honestly, the girl’s voice was heavenly and she noted that she wasn’t even trying to make a career of it--that it was just something she did as a hobby.

“Good luck.” Sokka smiled warmly, she allowed the boy to pat her back once or twice.

Azula picked up her acoustic guitar, checking once more to make sure that it was in tune. She spared Sokka a final backwards glance as the announcer called her to the stage. Sokka gave her a bright grin and a thumbs up.  The curtains parted and she played the opening cords.

She opened her mouth. They were there, the lyrics, right on the tip of her tongue. She knew them well, all she had to do was let them go. But somehow, with a couple hundred onlookers, she couldn’t seem to do so. A couple hundred strangers didn’t need to know that her mother had taken up a drinking habit because of her. They didn’t need to know how that made her feel.

They didn’t need to know any of it.

She wondered just why the hell she hadn’t just written a song about a dumbass farmer who was trying to protect his ma’s garden from rouge rabbits. Hell, would have been better off taking Sokka’s suggestion to write lyrics about a grasshopper.

It would have been better than the nothing she was spouting now.

Had her head been clear she might have settled for at least giving an instrumental performance.

But between a very vivid image of the angle of TyLee’s leg and the weight of her nerves finally coming down full force, she could only think of a quick retreat.

Azula wasn’t one for fleeing, but she knew when to call it quits. Knew when she had been beaten. She best surrender with what little honor she had left and hope that her father didn’t regret buying her that guitar.

[writeawayjake]

CHAPTER 12!!!!!

Chapter 12  Relentless

         “Damn that son of a bitch hits hard,” Jared panted, slumping into his stool.

         “Sit down and shut up lad, let me have a look at ye’.” Said brock, tending to his eye. Reaching into the bucket of snow next to him Brock pulled out a large silver coin, pressing it against the swelling welt. The only good thing about fighting in the winter was that you could always pack some snow in it. Even seated Brock only came to eye level with Jared.            

         “How’s it look?” He asked.

         “Ach, nothin' Nyah can't fix.” The old dwarf reassured him. “But fer now yer stuck with ol’ uncle Brock. Ya need to work yer way inside boy, slip that right o’ his and destroy ‘im.” Brock growled with his usual gruffness.

         “Easy for you to say, it's not your head he's bashing in.” Jared snapped back.

         “Oi lad, everyone's bigger than me but ya don't see mah ass whingin’.”

         “I still don't understand why I had to be the one who signed up, why isn't Kayle here? He’s the size of a fucking barn, he'd be tearing this guy apart.”

         “‘Aye exactly, folks bet on Kayle, no one's gonna bet on your scrawny arse. No offense intended laddy but we make more money this way.” Jared could see the bookie walking around taking bets, placing the audience members money into his hat.

         “There's no way I'm i can beat him in a fair fig-

         “Who thah bloody hell said anything about fightin’ fair?!” Brock bellowed. “This is a fight no’ a gentlemans duel. You do what ya have to ta win!”

         “How do you know I'm gonna win?” Asked Jared with a furrowed brow.

         “Well, cause you're a relentless little shit.” Brock replied. “And the meanest bastard ah know. Plus, you have a very good teacher.” he said with a wink.

          As if on que the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the next round. “Now. Go in there, an bury tha bastard.” Jared stood up, his cheek throbbing, and his lungs burning. Across the ring, if you could call the loose arrangement of hay bails and ropes a ring, his opponent stood up, easily ten years his elder, easily twice his weight, and no doubt at home in his current surroundings. But at least they were roughly the same height. The man looked like a bear; a broad chest, heavy rounded shoulders, long thick arms, and an entire body covered in black hair.         

         Gotta be something to go after, Jared thought. Gotta be an opening. The referee, also known as the least drunk man in the audience, beckoned them toward one another to begin the rounds festivities. Jared’s sharp eyes looked his adversary up and down, searching for a weakness to exploit. So far all he'd been able to deduce was that the man was capable with his hands, had been fighting for some time, and favored his right.

         That'll have to do. He thought.

         His opponent came flying at him, whipping a long left hook from under his shoulder. Jared barely had time to sidestep it, feeling the wind of the punch on his face. Immediately they followed it up with a quick one two, Jared managed to parry the jab with his palm but caught the straight right on his eyebrow. Not being one to lie back and take it, Jared quickly fired back a snapping right cross followed by flicking jab to block his opponents vision before sidestepping and slamming a right hand into the bastard’s kidney. Shuffling back to give himself some room he paused.

         Above the raucous crowd he could here Brock screaming,

        “Slip tha bloody right!!!”

        He's right, Jared thought. Never gonna win trading punches. Alright, let's do it your way old man. Jared dropped his left hand towards his belly but leaving the right firmly cocked back near his cheek prepared for the inevitable onslaught.

         Of course the bull rushed forward, more brawn than brain. The brute lurched forward throwing a wild right hook Jared leaned back slightly, letting the blow miss him by inches, and followed it with a snapping right hand to his opponent’s jaw. Making contact with a clear smacking sound. Stunned, the brute paused. Trying to make sense of what had just happened.

         He came forward once more, again throwing a right at Jared’s head. However instead of dodging it, this time Jared stretched out his left arm, catching and trapping his opponent’s. In an instant the look on the brute’s face went from one of confusion to anger, to shock as the realization of what was coming took hold of him.

         Jared’s fist came hurtling up, slamming into the brutes throat. Dishonorable? Maybe. Effective? Yes. The brute gasped for air and let out a sickening,

         “Gack!!!” accompanied by a mist of blood. Jared let go of the man's arm. Not wanting to injure him any more than necessary. The bear desperately gasped for breath, falling to one knee and holding his throat.

          Just stay down, Jared thought. The referee began counting,

          “One! Two! Three!” when, to Jared’s amazement, the his opponent began standing back up.

          Stupid proud bastard. Before the bear could get his composure Jared hurled an elbow that connected square on his jaw. He would not get up a second time.

         The crowd went silent, except for the sound of clinking bottles and shuffling feet. He was afraid they might storm the ring or throw bottles at his head. However after what seemed like an eternity they erupted into applause.

         Huh, how about That? He thought, surprised. The only one who stormed the ring was Brock, his stubby legs hurling him into Jared’s chest, choking him in an ecstatic embrace.

         “Hahaaaaa! Ya did it lad! We’re gonna eat like kings for a month!” Brock quickly let go and rushed over to the bookie, greedily snatching the hat from his hand. Jared followed close behind, stopping at the stool to grab his shirt.

          Brock swaggered toward the exit, kicking the door open and letting in the blinding white of the overcast of the day outside. Jared stepped outside, the cold air causing steam to waft and swirl from his scalp. As cold as it was, the fresh air was a welcome change from the stuffy, sweaty barn.

         Taking in a deep breath Jared felt a sense of shame wash over him. For the first time he was ashamed of winning a fight. Being built the way he was, fighting fair was rarely an option. So why was he ashamed now?

         He didn't have time to answer that question as a mass of curly red hair slammed into him, squeezing him so hard he thought he might break a rib. She let him go as quickly as she’d grabbed him and in a flash she had a hold of his face. Inspecting his eye, worried sick.

          “Its nice to see you too Nyah.” Jared laughed, trying not to fall as she pulled his head down toward her. Furrowing her brow she pushed and prodded the swelling. “Nyah I'm fine really.” He chuckled.

           “No you're not fine. Someone put their fist in your eye. Where is he I wanna talk to him.” She said scowling. Cupping her face in his hands he assured her,

           “Nyah, I won. I'm fine.” He said with a smile. Brock chimed in while counting the coins they'd won,

           “Thing a beauty Nyah, shoulda seen it.” She let out a long sigh,

           “Fine. Let's get something to eat. And put some ice on that.”

           “Sounds good to me.” Jared groaned, putting his shirt back on.

           “Me too.” Brock barked. As they walked toward the local excuse for an inn, Jared looked around at the squalid mining camp they were passing through. Puddles of filth everywhere, brothels and taverns every other building. Until his sharp green eyes fell upon a woman sitting at the entrance of an alley.

           In her arms, wrapped in a blanket was a squealing child. By the look of her, she’d been on the street a long while. The shame from earlier crept over him once again. Seeping into his bones, burning his blood, stinging his skin. Gritting his teeth he snatched the hat from Brock.

         “What tha bloody hell are ye doing lad?!” he screamed. Jared trudged over to the woman and knelt down, handing it over to her. A Look of gratitude spread across her face followed by joyful tears. Jared gave her a friendly smile in response and placed his hand on her shoulder. “That was all our cash!” Brock continued. Jared stood up and began marching back toward the barn with fire in his eyes. Taking his shirt back off mid stride he responded,

         “Then I guess we gotta make some more…”

[cow5secondchance]

Episode 1 - This is Such a Mess - Captain

Format: Survivor

Eliminated: Lanie (7-1)

XAVIER

Wow. This cast. When the names were being revealed, I got a lot of stress and anxiety. I know we shouldn't take into account other ORGs, but these players. Well loved and people just are afraid of them. Including me! Hope things go alright. Looks ok with the tribe I am in now. I have a good relationship with Mario. I know Jarod kinda. Wyatt tried to cast me before but it was too soon after Greenhouse. Daisy is messaging. Just need to reach out to Autumn, Kaleigh and Lindsey more.

DAISY

UGHHH really just did my first tarot pull for the game and my sassy deck THREW the tower at me for me. I'm getting fucked up this game. Ik it. Autumn- 5 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles Work & skill, trouble between allies Blake- 8 of wands reversed, hierophant reversed Jealousy & quarrels, weakness or overkindness? Captain- Chariot, 4 of cups reversed Trouble, Omen/new relation Daisy- THE TOWER, King of Swords Misery & Calamity, Power Isaac- 5 of cups reversed, queen of pentacles Strongly allied, security Jarod- knight of pentacles reversed, 6 of swords reversed Carelessness/idleness (goat king), publicity To me it sounds like jarods not going to be doing anything and everyone is so focused on him Jennet- Wheel of fortune, ace of wands Double fortune cards… winner? Kaleigh- 2 of pentacles reversed, 8 of wands reversed Once again Jealousy & quarrels.. I wonder if it’ll be blake vs kaleigh :0. 2 of pentacles reversed in my booklet says “simulated enjoyment” so hopefully that means shes having a good time while doing it. Lanie- 10 of pentacles, THE TOWER Long term success, Misery & Calamity Lindsay- Judgement, Emperor Renewal,  Stability & Protected Mario- Judgement, 4 of swords Renewal, vigilance/solitude Nicole- 10 of pentacles reversed, Page of swords Loss, spying Nyx- Justice reversed, 9 of swords reversed Imprisonment, bias!! (nyx getting robbed prejury again ik it) William- queen of wands reversed, temperance reversed Competing interests (middle game?), good but opposing Wyatt- 2 of swords reversed, 7 of swords reversed Disloyalty, Babbling!! (they gonna spread shit???) Xavier- 8 of cups reversed, ace of cups Happiness & joy, true heart I love xavier

CAPTAIN

hi hello orange u glad to see me???? anyways, i see some familiar faces. will do the um whats it called? first impression!! soon. x

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my tribe still hasnt talked.. i'm pretty sure we're gonna lose and like the deadline is coming up, i need to go to sleep and idk what the hell i'm gonna do

WILLIAM

I'm glad we finally sorted out who is doing what....... IT ONLY TOOK US 15 HOURS TO DO SO, AND HALF THE TEAM ISNT EVEN ONLINE!!!!!! Boy i really hope we fucking crush this challenge cause im always so worried that im like SO annoying and everyone wants me gone, so ima just pray and like try not to cry in my bucket hat

CAPTAIN

just finished the first puzzle with william <33 he's so sweet!!! hopefully we did good enough to score a point for our tribe.. *prays*

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just like i said, our tribe is for sure losing and boom we rlly lost. see, they rlly didn't communicate like who did what since when the round got posted. and not everyone lives in the US, thats xenophobic.

and now isaac said the vote might be on me or nyx? 2 pocs? and it comes from a white gay? what a great start cow!!

XAVIER

Video entries are better :) And I feel awesome for not going first! 

CAPTAIN

ok heres another one because i want to get it all OUT in case i go first.. i don't understand like AT ALL why ppl who play orgs especially on discord think everyone comes from the US. like pls, ur not the WORLD?? ur so self-centered and xenophobic and with the asian hate thats been going on in the US right now.. it makes sense of them to just vote out ppl who are from different timezones. like am i upset when i dm yall while its late for yall and yall don't answer me right away? no. because i understand timezones.

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this is such a mess and its only day 2.

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okay things are going better for me. i actually tried to talk with everyone sobs.. its so tiring. but isaac seems to like me and i like him too! which is great cause he might not want to vote for me IF i'm rlly the name everyone's throwing around.. nicole mentioned about voting for lanie which is great since its what jennet (and i) want. we're just gonna have to pray and see yall. i like lanie but why did she throw me utb like that? sobs

WILLIAM

CAPTAIN

ok my last confessional before i go to bed.. so apparently, everyone kinda heard that nicole talked to lanie and mentioned that she had talked to me and nyx the least. which lanie spread it to others.. and it came back to nicole and now everyone knows about it so yea, after i knew that, i've been trying my best to talk to everyone while they're still awake which went pretty well. blake, isaac, nyx and will all said they won't vote for me and jennet is with me for sure. and getting lanie out is lowkey our plan but it just happens magically. idk prays for me, i'm still worried tho don't jump the gun!!!! and oh.. um idk hope everything will be fine for me yall. i believe that it will be. fingers crossed.

DAISY

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Youth With You” with Me!

Episode 18 Part 1

HOLY FUCK XUKUN AND ZHENGTING IN THE SAME EPISODE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS EPISODE ALL WEEK

i will deffo put in a break like i did with xukun previously for when zzt appears bc i know that’s what some people might want to know about only alkdsjfla;sdkjf

ok now that we get that out of the way

mentor stages are happening in this episode or at least the choosing of such things

we still have to finish the theme stages from last episode

MR FRUIT MY NUMBER ONE PICK FOR THE TOP NINE!

on thursdays and saturdays this blog is a mr fruit stan blog and thats that

oh i hated that effect on the screen ngl

my head do be hurting from the flashing lights

i hope that silence makes fun of jony j more i deserve it

ooooohhhhh!!!!!!! it’s like almost all of my picks’s team!!!

aka esther/snow/xiaotang/kiki/shaking team

alsdkfjsak xinwin xu that’s adorable

snow looks like she was trying to not forget her introduction

i love shaking’s eye make up omg

why are xiatoang’s pigtails braided im screaming

BUNNY OH MY GOD ALDFJALSD

what the fuck is jony laughing at bitch i’ll kill you

adkfa;slkd aria not knowing whether or not she wants to perform as lead dancer i love the group explaining it to her

im excited to see aria and kiki’s battle if any

shaking abstained from voting aslsfkjasdlkfjasd

esther forced her to vote and she voted for kiki and then immediately three goes “if you wouldve jsut voted you wouldnt have been exposed” dummy i love her so much

oh goodie i can practice my counting in chinese during this part

xiaotang’s hair is so messy i love my tall wife

kiki’s hair in this one on one looks so pretty 

what the fuck is xiaotang wearing ontop of her head

it looks like a sunhat and bucket hat had a threesome with a picnic blanket and xiaotang’s hat was the result alskdfjalsd

i sure do hope they use that pointing move bc that’s hilarious

esther really was scared that they were going ot alfdjalsdfj

alksdfja;sldkf silennnnce im quaking hes so funny

i wish we couldve seen him and xukun interact hmmmm

laskdfjalskfjalksdfjadslkfjadslkfjasdkldfjalk SNOW LOST HER SHOE IM SO WEAK KIKIIIII

i think a skunk did something by the window

either that or someone in the house next to me is smoking the devil’s lettuce

im interested in seeing  how it will turn out on stage

why does silence look like a pediatrician

i need to stop dragging the mentors on this show but 

oh yay snow getting told she did well

k that’s fine iqiyi i didn’t need to know what my mom told my wife anyway

i don’t need to see xiaotang get praised by people

i ove xiaotang’s earrings

jaldfkjasd;lf shaking and xtz’s after session singing praccy is killing meeeee

i love that shaking told xtz to turn her beijing dialect down adkfaslfk

i cannot wait for light orange island personallyl

jaldfskjas;dlkfjasdl snow getting told she was one of the best centers that day

xiaotang also got praised im soft

they were also the best group i lvoe to see it

esther is so cute omg im got to watch her dramas after this is over

ooooh ok stage time

rainbows i love to see it

i have questions about their costuming tho ngl

ok esther’s is so cute actually

three omg that was so funny

xiaotang omg you did so goood!!!

i like the pyrotechnics in the background

i like that part of the choreo like a car driving type thing

i am going to gif the fuck out of this on god

aria looks so cute

its nice to see snow confident again

ok as the stage progresses i like the costume more and more

ok ms kong i see you

ooooh with the legs

that was so fun!!!

esther’s gonna lose her mind when she hears that lisa praised her

love to hear the praise mr silence love to hear it

yes mom praise my wife i am v happy!!!

ok time for light orange island!!!

we all know how excited i am for this one

oh my god like actual angels im shaking and GAY

yaaasss baby shut him the fuck down ugh flora dai the only woman ever

she looks so pretty

xinwen is gorgeous what the fuck

everyone looks so beautiful i really do be queer dont i

what mr silence i love you so much akdfjasldkf

everyone looking at each other like mr jony j you are wrecking the party ugh

jesus ok going right in on the centers

yu zhang oh my god blease collab with baba after this on god

i literally think that this will be my favorite song from this series of episodes

ooooohhhhhh mr wang

you are shyyyy baobeiiii

i lvoe to see it

akdsf;alskd i love that he teases yu zhang tho me too honestly

bitch how would you know you werent even looking at them aldksfjasd

literally just give him a signed thing from yu zhang i think he’d flip honestly

ooh yeah their choreo was off

lisa isn’t pleased and it shows

yayayayay yu getting praise from lisa i love to see it

ok well the captions dipped out on me again, fan chengcheng how could you

flora didn’t do well according to lisa

roada didn’t stand out enough

flora looks like she’s about to cry oh nooo baby please don’t

i love how quickly lisa is to reassure flora its really good to see

alskdfjjasld yu looks so uncomfy im dead

but she did it!!!

roada *handshake emoji* me

not knowing how to wink

ok sstage time

i LOVE THE FLOWERS OMG

IT’S SO AESTHETIC I WILL BE GAY AND YOU WILL WITNESS IT

yooo they look like greek goddesses fr fR

i wonder if those flowers were real bc that’d be really neat

oooooohhhhhhh yu starting out with the solid sexy voice

xinwen on god

flora!!!  you look good sweetie!!!

xinran im glad to see you owning this stage

juicy your vocals are stunning

but what the fuck are on your nails

roada!!! its so good

guys i was right this is my favorite stage from this round of challenges

i saw xukun and my brain bluescreened i hate myself

anyway i think this one and the other song like i think it was called why am i so attractive or something

triple D omg

xinwen was made for this stage on god

everyone is doing so well

oh ok she has a feather on a knuckle ring ok

oh my god flora with the wink my heart skipped several beats on GOD

ella is really going off on how much she liked it alkdfjasld

silence trying not to fuck up the flowers no other man exists ever

awww that’s so cute i love to see it

ok that’s the end of the stages it doesnt matter now bc we cant vote but it’s nice to know that voting started :)

ok announcement timeeee

they are filling in the seats

i love that everyone is teasing each other about their stages

FUCK XUKUN LOOKS SO GOOOD

SORRY I WAS JSUT VERY SURPRISED

im in love with one (1) man

he looks like a uhhhh whosit

a um professor from the 70s but like hot

can they blease remove marcos extensions and get rid of the mullet im so sick of it

i feel like im in love its fine tho i say this every week

ok the 5th to 7th trainees for each song

ooof that is a disparity i tell you what

knock knock team is not looking too hot

asdlfasjd “no twists please” ok yixing i see you

ksasfdlka ilove the knock knock team losing their shit about how low votes they got

like xukun they can read y’know

he did something to his hair i have questions

AAHHHHH ESTHER TOOK FIRST IN HER SONG I LOVE ONE WOMAN

something is odd about xukun’s makeup and i cant place my finger on it

OH MY GOD XIN LIU AND YAN YU REALLY DID THAT FOR THEIR TEAM OMG

everyone in knock knock going please let us have one member with more than 10 votes please

thirteen for marco im so proud!!!

akjdfslakds xinran and yu zhang had first for orange island

shit no really xukun we hadn’t noticed

xukun stop yixing-ing i cant take it

xin looks so cool oh my god

oh my god im so nervous

im actively more nervous than xin liu and it shows

oh fuck wow xin liu really did that what an icon im quaked

183 votes

its like vaguely green ish blue i am so confused

there’s a bonus???

omg qq music is giving the winning group (lion) a wholeass chance to perform on stage im shaking

theyre performing a song called “reverse” instead

jue chen is hyped about it

asfjasdkjf a alkdsfj yan yu “i can only make sure i don’t die in water”

they get to do an underwater shoot for this omg

trainees lower than 20th get sent home in the next reranking

a lot of people dropped

i mean yeah we knew it bc of how many votes lion team got

but still christ

it’s not the final rerankings but like damn that’s a whole bummer man

ZHENGTING

i hate that theyre using his english name for this like blease

it is a good name tho like ive definitely seen odder decisions

ella and lisa are so excited to meet him bitch me too i’ll drink to that *chugs my water*

zzt looks so good im emo over it

iqiyi better fucking upload this bit on their youtube in hd on god im gonna riot if they dont

XUKUN MY LOVE MY LIFE MY LIGHT YOU LOOK SO GOOD

what a dork “heeeyyyyy” i hate him so much

silence is such a sweetie !!!!  ella was praising him i love to see it

H U G HUG HUG HGUGHAJF ADSKJFAPUWE HTQUOWHGANPUHJFK

im crying you guys

im actually crying

jony j shtu thuf cik you r mouth

laskdfjalksd iqiyi even played a sour tune at him talking

for this one instance iqiyi has rights

xukun jawline king i am looking respectuflly

gui ze~

aldskfjas why do they look so similar like the faces theyre making

tfw you havent seen your bro in like a year but you still fuking click liek no time has passed T.T

xukun just looks so good

i hope y’all are gonna be ready for these lq images of 2%

i wonder what xukun is gonna choose as his song

oh my god i hate them so much alkdfjas;dlk they started talking at the same time i miss 9% i am not crying it is fine

situation okay

how are you doing?

als;kdjfaksldfjasd THE SCREEENCAP I JUST GOT OF XUKUN AND ZHENGTING WHILE JONY J IS TALKING IM SHRIEKING

i love that zzt just claps what a bean !

ok xukun is on his way to tell the trainees and i really do bias him bc he looks good even when opening doors doesnt he

oh shit he gon read all of them first gd xukun in front of god and everyone oof

i actively hate him

fucking bluescreen ass motherfucker i will fight you babe

he’s deriving too much pleasure from this im gonna knock him down a peg

if i ever see him it’s on sight

not to be like hand but

hand

anyways

i try to keep this thing pg-13

FIRST SONG HIS AFIRST ONG SISGH

I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE PICKED I WANNA GET LOVE IM FLYING TO CHINA TO BEAT HIS ASS

i hope lowkey that he picked like either pull up or hard to get ngl

wait wait wait would also be cool but i highly doubt it

ASKJDFLKA;SDJF JENNY AND I HAVE ONE BRAINCELL AND IT FUCKING SHOWED

OH MY GOD I GOTTA SCREENCAP THAT

GOT IT

I CANT BELIEVE US OH MY GOD ALDKFJASDL;KJF

ONE BRAINCELL ONE BRAINCELL ONE BRAINCELL

anyways

lets find out the song lmaooo

I

GIVE ME A MINUTE

ITS AN UNRELEAESED NEW SONG I AM CRYING ACTIVELY 

I LOVE ONE (1) MAN

HE HASN’E TEVNEN RECORDED IT YET I

THE RING IS READY AND I AM DOWN ON ONE KNEE

OH MY GOD HE PLANS ON FINSIHEDING IT WITH THE TRAINEES I

XUKUN ONLY MAN EVER

ok we’ve calmed down a bit

let’s see what lisa chose!

I’m Not Yours by Jolin Tsai and Namie Amuro

im so happy to have a jolin song i love mom

oooh k lu’s hair is purple

ella specifically wrote a song for them im

M O M THAT’S SO SWEET TTT.TTT

the lyrics are her view of the girls T.T

oh my god i am crying again

ella is the only woman to ever

OH MY GOD WAIT DID SHE RELEASE SOME OF THE LYRICS IN ONE OF HER INSTAGRAM POSTS A FEW WEEKS AGO

IM SHAKING

all of the trainees are crying oh my god me too

xukun even sounds choked up

i want to see ziyi or xiao gui instead of this clown

i hope that whoever ends up on this song shine brighter than him

oooh silence’s song

jasldfkasdf that angle and the stance what a babie

never give up sounds so fukcing good omg

i havent really listened to his music but i guess thats gonna change

A SHONG HE FEELS ASTTACTSED TOO OH MY GOD

ZIYI

I AM CRYING OH MY GOD

I AM SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS AND XUKUN SINGIGN ALONG

“IT’S OK” ???

BITCH NO THE FUCK ITS NOT

I DID NOT NEED TO BE THROATPUNCHED BY IQIYI LIKE THAT

OK LET ME DRINK SOME WATER AND TRY TO CALM DOWN BC I WANT TO GET SCREEN CAPS OF ZIYI AND ZZT AND LINKAI

i like how they dont think there’s a catch here

and theres the catch aldfkjasdlzhengting looks so good what the fuck

he’s enjoying himself too much the bastard

i do not care about jony j’s interview thing at all

alksdfjasld silence is so worried a babie

ella already knows who she wants i love her

xukun is such a bastard i lov ehim

what a cocky little shit im going to fight

zhengting an angel as always~

T.T they still have a groupchat im

here comes the tear train leading straight to clown station

jkalsdjflas he video called linkai and his first reaction upon seeing his cutout is “wow im so handsome!” ok im dead

aksdfjasdkfjaskdfjasdf “listen don’t be nervous all you’re doing is representing our group nine percent remember”

was that supposed to be helpful linkai

omg “mua~”

esther is first to interview hhhhh

ofc she went to lisa

omg they really did flash back to her first day omg

lisa is so entertained

and thats the end of the first part!!!

what a fucking rollercoaster that was eh?  anyway i’ll see you in the next part with more water and hopefully better control of my emotions

yh pr team is gonna clown me so hard for this round of reaction but its fine i get a lot more xukun content than normally i don’t care

tiana if you’re reading this, im going to fight him it’s going to happen

ok!!!  see you next post!!! <3333