#they were out of tune and stuff but it was still cute and funny ;___;

[teyums]

Bf! Lo’ak x Human!reader Headcanons

a/n: based on this request! gender isn’t specified <3

He totally compares your hand sizes. Let’s be real, he’s always getting one upped by someone in some way so the fact that his hand completely dwarfs yours is room for celebration in his eyes.

“I think we’ve long established that my hands are not going to get any bigger, Lo.” You roll your eyes.

“I know, I know. But just look at how tiny they are, they’re so cute!” He fakes a pout, his canines peeking through his grin when you try and pull your hand away. “Oh stop it, you know I love them.” He flips his hold on your hand and lifts the back to his lips, and his eyes don’t leave yours as he presses a gentle kiss to the skin there.

He loves how small you are and finds your size adorable. Sometimes he’ll hold things above his head and tell you to jump for them, nearly doubling over with laughter at the expression on your face because you both know it’s still impossible for you to reach.

“Come on little love, you can do it.” His smile is smug as he stands with one hand on his hip, the other holding the book you were so immersed in, over his head and out of your reach.

“Lo’ak, give it! There’s no way I can reach that.” You huff, pushing against his chest and frowning when it doesn’t even make him budge.

“What’s the magic word?” He sings, peering down at you with amusement flickering in his eyes.

“No kisses for a week if you don’t give me my stuff back.” You challenge with a raised brow, smiling when he instantly drops his arm and nearly shoves the book back into your hold.

His teasing is never done out of malice though, only playful. Like when the two of you are venturing through the forest together, he’ll make sure he slows his strides down so you won’t fall far behind him, constantly looking back to check if you’re okay. And sometimes, he’ll even carry you on his shoulders so you can get a feel of what the forest looks like from his eyes.

You’re perched on his shoulders, your thighs sitting atop each one of them as he leisurely walks the two of you through forest. You keep a gentle hand on his head for balance and admire the fauna around you with small inhales of amazement.

“Doin’ alright up there?” He asks after a few beats of silence from you, only to peer up and see you with your arms outstretched, a wide smile stretching your lips while you let your fingertips linger along the vast leaves you’ve never been able to reach before. His strides slow to a stop, making sure to let you enjoy yourself.

You’re completely enamored and unintentionally tune out his question as you quickly reach to pick a fruit from above, squealing excitedly and holding it in front of his face to share your accomplishment with him. He shakes his head and smiles to himself, using the hold his large hands have on your plush thighs to give one of them a gentle squeeze, and a quick kiss.

“Good job, baby.”

He tried to fit into one of your crop tops because he thought it was funny how tiny it was. He ended up getting stuck in it and you had to cut it off his body with scissors while he sat there, sulking like a stubborn child who was already told multiple times not to do something. You were mad at first, because it had always been one of your favorites, but the flushed look of embarrassment on his face was enough to have you folded over and clutching your stomach.

“Bro, stop laughing and just cut it off already!”

“I’m- I’m- pfft! I’m sorry, I’m sorry you just look so,” You force words out through breathless laughter, backing up to take another look at his uncomfortably squeezed shoulders before you’re laughing once more. Your chin meets your chest as you giggle, and you bring your head back up to meet a searing glare from him that has you rolling on the ground and begging for air all over again.

He never lets you get your work done at the lab. When you hear the trees rustling and heavy footsteps from outside, you’re already making a note to pack up your project for the day because he will stop at nothing to get your full attention. Even when you make him sit in the desk across from yours and wait, he’ll ball up blank sheets of paper and pitch them at the side of your head, then look away like it wasn’t him.

“Lo’ak! Quit it!” You growl.

“Come onnn, you’ve been working since I got here! I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet, that’s so not cool.” He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, grumbling and looking away with an expression on his face that genuinely has you thinking he’s hurt.

You sigh to yourself and gently bring your laptop to a close, swiveling in your chair and turning your back to him as you start to pack up the stack of notebooks you have splayed on the floor. Unknown to you, he’s peeking at you through his peripheral and struggling to not let a satisfied grin curl his lips.

“Works every time.” He mumbles under his breath, quickly putting his sad face on again once you turn back around.

He loves taking you on flights on his Ikran because of your reaction. No matter how many times you fly with him you’re still as dumbfounded as you were the first time and he finds it adorable how you marvel at his home.

“How the actual fuck do mountains just fly here?” You yell over the gust of winds, peering up at the floating rocks with an open mouthed grin.

“You say this every time we fly, baby.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

After every argument or scolding from his dad, he’ll find himself in your arms. The way you hold him and stroke his hair helps him forget every thought on his mind, the only one that remains is the constant reminder of how much he loves being with you.

You’re sat in a cozy corner you’ve made for yourself in a quiet, secluded area of the lab, and your head whips up from where it was previously nose deep in a book, at the sound of the door flinging open.

“Lo’ak?” You query, quickly moving your book out of your lap once you witness the agitation in his strides, setting it down beside you.

“Sorry, sorry. I keep forgetting how light that door is.” His apology is rushed with an aggravated wave of his hand. The door is in fact not light, you actually struggle to open it on a daily basis, he’s just ridiculously strong. He closes the gap between you two in seconds, and before you can ask another question he’s defeatedly slumped next to you on the floor with his head snuggled into your lap.

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You ask softly, tone laced with concern as you run a gentle hand along the shaved side of his head.

He grumbles something incomprehensible, and your brows knit together as you try to understand him when his mouth is muffled against your thigh.

“Hm?”

“I said I don’t wanna talk about it. Can you just hold me, please?” The question comes out rougher than he expected, and his arms curl around your waist as he sheepishly murmurs an apology.

“I understand, my love. We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do, okay?” You lean forward and press a longing kiss to his temple, smiling at the way his tail thumps against the ground and his face grows warm in your hand as he nods.

He absolutely hates it when you compare him to a house cat.

“What the hell is ‘airplane mode’ and why do you keep saying I’m doing it?” He huffs, his ears pinning back along his skull in annoyance.

You choke out a laugh and quickly point. “That! That’s it, you’re literally doing it right now!” You cackle.

He pretends like he hates it when you grab at his tail but that’s only to hide how worked up he gets because of it.

“Stop it!” He gently bats your hand away with a hiss, having to turn his head back around to hide the way his cheeks flush violet at your teasing touch.

“Aw, why? Kitty doesn’t like it?” You giggle.

“Go ahead, try it again and you’ll find out.”

Everywhere you go, he treats you like you’re fragile as a feather. He insists that you’re with him at all times, holding his hand or in his arms wherever the two of you go. You’ll complain and claim that you’re capable of handling yourself, and he’ll defend his actions by telling you it’s only so you don’t get lost or something. But the truth is, he just wants you close to him because you’re what he values most.

“Lo’ak, we have walked this path almost a million times. There is no need to carry me!”

“Hush, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let a palulukan touch my little love?” He scoffs, stepping over a fallen log in the process.

You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder in immediate defeat at the dramatized excuse for his actions. You’ve already had this conversation before and you know he won’t accept any other answer. “A bad boyfriend.” You grumble.

“Exactly.”

[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

“Delicate Point of View - H.S. blurb“

summary: “Stop moving, I’m almost done!” or Harry exploring his feminine side with you by his side to guide and help him.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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Harry’s face twitched endearingly and you giggled, lightly pressing the tips of your fingers into the crinkled skin near his eyes.

“Stop moving, I’m almost done!”, you say playfully, poking your tongue out in concentration. Harry just stared at you, the close proximity of your faces making him look funny.

You brushed the wand of your mascara over his lashes lightly, colouring them black and rounding off the look perfectly.

“You’re so cute”, Harry whispered, a grin on his face which had dangerous similarities to his infamous smirks. “Oh, shut up.” You couldn’t suppress another giggle.

You sat back down on your heels, having slightly kneeled over him on your bed before, to look at your finished product. Satisfied, you reached out to lightly brush a brown curl off of his forehead.

You hadn’t been together that long, honeymoon phase still sweetly influencing your relationship, but you couldn’t be more happy. No one had ever made you feel like he did before, with butterflies in your belly every time you saw him and heart beating wildly every time he dared to touch you.

“Go take a look in the mirror”, you encouraged, watching him hop off the bed and step in front of the body length mirror adorning the bedroom in your apartment. He was wearing wide, pastel trousers that hugged his waist delicately and a sheer, white wrap around shirt with sleeves puffing out at his shoulders.

Harry wasn’t wearing any shoes and both his toe- and fingernails were painted, another thing you contributed to his look today. The outfit had been picked out by his stylist discreetly, Harry hadn’t wanted anyone to see this side of him just yet, too scared to even admit it even existed.

You looked at him staring at himself in awe, the blush dusting his cheek not only at fault through the pink blush she had applied earlier. His lips, which she had just put some sheer lipgloss on for now- stretched into a wide smile and he turned around to look at you.

“I love it”, he whispered, “I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” You just stared quietly, unsure what to say.

It seemed like such an intimate moment, something so delicate you were scared to break it.

“You look beautiful”, you settled on, finally, not able to put it into words it any differently. You watched, as he spun around again, taking in the movements of his clothes with big eyes, taking a step closer to the mirror and lightly brushing his fingers over his own cheeks, his eyelids, which fluttered close at the contact and his lips, the gloss smearing across his skin.

You got up slowly, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arm around his waist as you stand next to him. He smiled down at you, kissing the top of your head before brushing a hand down you hair, over your shoulders, to let it rest at your lower back.

“Thank you”, he whispered into your roots, taking a deep breath in, “I love you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

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[oops-its-a-fanwork]

Part one of "Some interesting devil fruit abilities for reader to have in the pirate au" (from someone who's never seen one piece so bear with me)

I'm not a native English speaker so these may have some mistakes in them, sorry!

Also, this particular pirate au was created by @mega-punani! Thank you for creating characters I can rotate in my head like popcorn in a microwave xx

I present to you: Pocket docter!!

Devil fruit: Tiny fruit

Reader can get tiny at will!

Thats it.

:)

...Well, okay, they have some outfits that shrink with them, and possibly some jewelry and stuff they keep on them at all times, like a little healing kit! Outfits that don't fit or they don't consider theirs wont shrink or grow with them. Embarrassing!

Probably a little salty that they gave up their ability to swim in the ocean for this... regardless of having had a choice in the matter. Its not a flashy cool power but it sure can be useful!

They can make really specialized tiny tools, get very specific parts of plants and other remedies for illnesses, and they can treat delicate wounds with extreme precision if needed! The tiniest needle and thread known to man is at their disposal.

This power could have reader in fight scenes but in someones pocket, passed around to heal during battle (a little risky but that's fun!) or captured by an enemy and then suddenly be gone (if there's no sea prism stones used ofc).

Not to mention some interesting interactions with the boys!

Sans put his hat on your head while you were tiny and laughed his head off-- its a pretty goofy sight and you're struggling to keep it near you against the wind. You still insist it looked better on you than it does on him and he kind of agrees.

You end up sewing teeny tiny little things into his hat whenever you end up trapped under there. Little stars and shapes, puns, messages... You've assured him you can easily remove them but he loves it. At some point he offers it as a makeshift bed for you if you ever need it, having added a tiny pillow and letting you use the scarf as a blanket. The sight of you asleep in his hat on his nightstand endears him to no end.

Dang hes already tall but Papyrus really dwarfs you huh? He will encourage you to not feel bad or less than others for being absolutely tiny!! --even if your normal form is about average or even tall. Everyone is small compared to him and he's truly nice about it so you forgive him for it.

I feel like he might accidentally forget you in the crows nest and then frantically get the crew looking for you while you're just chilling up there. He didn't forget to put your safety first up there so you've got a lovely view to enjoy!

(Hes no longer the shortest let's GOOOOO-)

Alright so Blue is the most dangerous man to be around out of all of them. Not out of malice of course! Hes just very strong and very energetic, and where Papyrus might punctuate his extravagant poses with acrobatics, Blue does so with his unbridled strength! Which meaaaans he might grip you just a little tight when picking you up, or that he'll forget you're near him while moves around, sweeping your feet out from under you. He definitely learns with time, but you're having much more fun being carried around while at your normal size.

You've pranked Stretch by pretending to be a rat a couple of times, scuttling from under a table or jumping at him suddenly because you are very funny! And also because he was trying to ignore your presence on the ship at first. What better ways to get along than to prank and bother him relentlessly until he talks to you? Unfortunately for his pride, it works, and the pranking turns into lighthearted inside jokes instead. He wont admit it, but hes much less jumpy at the sight of wandering mice and rats now...

I also think Stretch has some of the softest clothes on the ship, and that on some cold days, you can snooze in his hood/scarf while he plays some gentle tunes. Its a very relaxing time for both of you.

Red thinks you're so, so cute... now how can he convey this to you without sounding condescending?

Through trial and error of course! You can yell at him that hes being mean and he'll think its hot, but he will genuinely tweak his approach to you a bit. He'll call you kitten, but if you say you feel he's not taking you seriously when you're small he'll only say it when you're regular sized. Hell he'll call you boss or sir/lady if that's the only thing you can tolerate. And also because that's funny as hell.

You asked to help him with hard to reach nooks and crannies on the ship and its really bonding for you both. He will always check/clean whatever spot you need to reach a bit before you climb in (like a gentlemonster) and then he'll stare at your ass when you're reaching for whatever is inside (like a perv!).

Someone makes mother hen and chickadee joke.

Someone gets tossed off the ship.

It might not be the worst analogy though: Edge is quite protective of you when you're that small, and you can always turn to him when you're 'getting bullied' by the rest of the crew. Hide in his coat and stick your tongue out while he chides them, that'll show 'm!

Edge is probably one of the people who suggested creating a little room for you to do tiny crafts in so he doesn't accidentally blow your materials away when he walks past in a hurry. He has places to be! Its definitely not because he thinks you're cute and distracting nope--

He does kind of regret it sometimes when he hasn't seen you all day. Show him you thought of him by gifting him a tiny craft, yeah?

Reader might help Razz get super specialized tiny equipment to draw with, like incredibly sharp edged pencils or brushes with materials that you know will still draw well at that size. It could make his detailed works even better!!

...ifffff he lets you watch while he works of course. It'll help you get a better understanding of what he needs! Besides, its very easy to forget that there's a cute little human on your shoulder when you're concentrating that hard. Surely you wouldn't surprise-attack kiss him on the cheek will you? ;)

You get stolen/kidnapped by Cash often, for 'ransom' (food or favors from the others), 'evil purposes' (pranks) or 'for funsies' (attention). Depending on your tolerance/love for pranks he could be an awesome pranking buddy, or a bit of a nightmare.

He might scam people by selling you as a fairy in a cage and then stealing you back immediately, or by trying to convince you to help him cheat at games with a drunk bunch in a pub.

Of course, your ability to grow back to normal size ensures there's always some form of consent to these japes. If you've had enough, grow back to size on his shoulder or in his hand, that'll show him!! He's to lanky to keep his balance, even if he sees it coming.

Bear loves feeding you things when you're small, since most foods are tough to eat when your head is the size of a grape. For example, eating crackers forces you to nibble like a mouse would which is adorable to him. He also tries to make tiny sized dishes for you for a few reasons: one, it hides the before mentioned intentions of watching you eat behind just making you food, two, he's bored and tiny dishes are genuinely challenging, and three: it gets him genuine compliments and interactions with you, resulting in a lovely blushy skeleton.

Also the teaspoon thing would be so funny in this context lmao. You can buy or carve a pretty one to make him feel better about it if you want, and he would find it hilarious if you made and showed him tiny sized food utensils.

You pull Cinnamon around ratatouille-style on occasion. Or at least he definitely lets you lead him around the place while chatting excitedly about everything and nothing. He loves having you so close, and you've built up enough trust for him to know you wont embarrass or prank him. Not that you could pull off a prank anyway: his ability to see auras makes him the only person on the ship who rarely overlooks you when you're tiny.

You've both decided he doesn't tell the others where you are when you need some time alone, but he does feel better knowing you're safe on the ship somewhere, so you do give him a little wave when you spot him.

Then for some extra little tidbits:

If Blue or Red are being annoying while training with reader (as in using reader like a weight for training), reader will suddenly shrink to throw them off balance.

If you're the kind of person to avoid confrontation when you're in trouble then congrats! You can now blip out of place during any uncomfy conversation. This leads to things like the following:

If you nervously leave a lot of conversations by shrinking and leaving when Edge is grilling you, he might take the hint that he's being more harsh then you can handle and he'll treat you with a different tone of voice (to the best of his ability of course). He might use some excuse about his loud voice impacting your tiny tiny eardrums or something but we all know you're just a softy Edge <3

And if you're a trouble-maker like some of the gang, you might actually get on bears nerves enough for him to chase you! And as that usually ends with you shrinking to avoid getting hit with a teaspoon ladle, he just picks you up and puts you in his chest pocket. You are now officially in time-out, and you can either stay there and watch him cook or grow big again and get hit (or at least, thats the implied threat. You both know he wouldn't). He says you'll stay an hour, for punishment, but it only ends up being like ten minutes before he gives mercy. Unless you get all sleepy in his pocket of course...

If the crew would ever need to find and/or rescue you, they would send Cinnamon and Edge or Sans on the case: Cinnamon can find you with his aura vision, and Edge and Sans are respectively the most focused on the task at hand and able to pull you out of whatever place you're in without hurting you.

When the crew plays card games and you're to tired to play yourself, you'll sit on someones shoulder to give advice. Is it good advice? Possibly. Are you cheating by checking in on others? Maybe. Do you use your powers for good? If whoever you're sitting with has been nice, sure :) !

You're either considered a lucky charm or a menace, its up to you ;)

[kittyt-hexxed]

Hiiii! I’ve been hesitant to ask because I’m not sure if you’re in this fandom, but could you do a fic for Suki from ATLA? Definitely older cause she’s like sixteen in the series, but one where Reader is Katara/Sokka’s older sister and she instantly falls for Suki. (Reader has a thing for women who can knock her out) Have her be a secret water bender (ya know, cause Katara) and like Suki catches her bending. Reader begs her not to tell and Suki is like “only if you let me train you.”

Maybe a smut scene after practice, it’s totally up to you! But I would love it if you wrote this, I love your Arcane work! Oh! And Reader has loooong curly hair like past her butt! Thank you!

Can You Keep a Secret?

Suki x Fem!POC!Reader

Author Note: You don’t understand the excitement I felt seeing an ATLA request! Writing this helped my writer’s block, too, so thank you for that! I am in both fandoms ATLA and TLOK! I have also read the Kyoshi novels for future reference ;)

Warnings: ATLA Spoilers (Season 1, Episode 4), Young & Dumb Sokka, Older Suki, Waterbender!Reader, Accidental flashing, Cute Flirting, Teasing, Playful Training, Suki kicks your ass and you’re into it, First Time, Hickeys, Fingering, Praise/Compliments

Summary: You tried your best to hide your bending, but Suki managed to find out within a few hours. You beg her to keep the secret and she agrees… only if you let her train you.

Your head was spinning from the events that happened within the last few days. Not only did your little sister find the Avatar, but you nearly got a face full of fire! It didn’t help that you were hiding your bending ability. You wanted to drown that stupid kid for attacking your family. He was lucky that Aang came in when he did, or you would have sunk him under the ice. Then there was the heartbreaking revelation at the Air Temple… so, it’s actually relieving to you that Aang wanted to go on a little break. You were also really enjoying traveling by Bison. You really enjoyed feeling the wind in your hair. It also helped that if you found the right spot, you couldn’t hear them talking over the loudness of the wind. It was your favorite place to take a nap until you shifted over.

“Stop bugging her, airhead.” This is the first thing you hear as you tune back into the conversation, causing you to open your eyes, “You need to give girls space when they’re doing their sewing.” You raise an eyebrow at that. ‘Where did he get that from?’

“What does me being a girl have to do with sewing?” Katara asks.

“Yeah, little bro.” Sokka jolts as he realizes you’re awake and listening, “What does being a girl have to do with that?” He’s silent for a moment as he tries to figure out the words to say.

“Simple. Girls are better at fixing pants than guys, and guys are better at hunting and fighting and stuff like that.” He shrugs, “It’s just the natural order of things.” Your eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of their head as you look at your brother in disbelief.

“Really?” You say coldly, “I guess I should stop hunting then since I’m so horrible at it.”

“I’m all done with your pants and look what a great job I did!” Katara says too sweetly, tossing his pants at him. They hit him in the face and he panics, realizing that there’s still a hole in them. He looks to you for help, but you close your eyes and pretend to go back to sleep. What he said concerned you. Where did he get those ideas from when you were the main caretaker of the family? You hunted, gathered firewood, and took care of everyone. That’s why you were so reluctant to leave in the first place. Your people needed you, but Gran Gran was persuasive.

By the time you landed, you wanted nothing to do with the group. Sokka and Katara had been bickering nearly the whole time while Aang kept trying to get your sister’s attention. You found it funny at first, watching this kid try to impress your sister while not knowing how to interact with her. You were silently cheering him on but it was painful.

“I’m going to go over there. Spirits know I need a moment to myself.” You point off to the side where there is a bit more of a private area, “Don’t do anything stupid.” You pointedly look at Sokka.

“Why are you looking at me?!” Sokka protests, “You should be saying that to Katara! She’s already done stupid things!”

“Oh, really?” Katara scoffs, “Like what?” You watch them bicker for a moment before shaking your head. ‘They wonder why I’m always hunting.’

“Don’t you want to see the Elephant Koi?” Aang asks you.

“No, I’m good. I’ll check them out later since we’re camping here.” You give him a reassuring smile. You glance at the two behind him who are still arguing and roll your eyes. There wasn’t a moment where your siblings weren’t at each other’s throats. It got tiring trying to be the mediator so you stopped. You just let them hash it out. You walk away from the group, looking forward to getting a little bit of alone time.

Now in a private place, you pull off your coat and strip down to your undergarments. You would have invited Katara along but between Aang wanting to impress her and your social flame going low, you chose against it. ‘Some peace.’ You smile to yourself. You find a place to sit in the sand and get comfortable. The sand was warm, already heated up from the sun, and felt wonderful on your skin. You sigh in contentment, laying back to enjoy the area's warmth. If you were back home, you would’ve been bundled up to avoid the cold. It didn’t bother you much, but it got frustrating sometimes. Having a chance to show some skin and not have the possibility of freezing to death is wonderful. You were excited to travel the world, even if you’d miss Gran Gran back at home.

You were probably lying down for a total of five minutes before you heard screaming. Your eyes snap open and you jump up from the sand. You’re sprinting back to the group before your mind can even process it. You gasp in shock seeing a giant sea serpent chasing Aang across the water. Your fingers flex, itching to jump into the water and help him as you get to the bank with your siblings. It wasn’t necessary though as Aang comes flying out of the water and collides with Sokka. You flinch as they get thrown back into the trees.

“Sokka! Aang!” You shout, running to them with Katara. You give Sokka a concerned look seeing him slumped against a tree while Aang looked fine.

“What was that thing?” Katara questions.

“I don’t know.” Aang responds, putting his clothes on.

“It might have been a sea serpent of some kind.” You put a hand on your hip, “Dad used to warn me that some hung out in the water near the ice floes. That’s why we didn’t go there for my initiation.” They all look at you as if they just realized you were there before shouting and turning around. You blink in confusion.

“Y-Y-Y/N!” Katara shouts, her face an impressive shade of pink, “Where are your clothes?!”

“I heard screaming. There wasn’t time to put clothes on if something was wrong.” You deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’ll go get them now that I know you’re all okay.”

“Great! Then we can leave!” Sokka says, not turning back, “I am not sticking around to find out what that creature actually is.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You wave him off, turning around and heading back to where you left your clothes, “I’ll help you get ready to go once I’m dressed.” You leave them by the trees. ‘There is a lot Katara and Sokka haven’t been exposed to.’ You frown. ‘Our age differences have affected them a lot more than I would have liked. I was thirteen when we lost mom. I had more than enough time with her to learn about waterbending or go adventuring with Dad. They’ve been sheltered for far too long.’

You find the area where you left your clothes and pull your tights back on. You exhale, sad that your moment of peace has gone just as fast as it arrived. You bend down to put up your tunic, straightening up to dust the sand off and the next thing you know a figure drops down in front of you. Your feet are swept out from under you before you can react, and the person grabs you by your chest wrappings as you fall. You’re yanked forward by them, but you feel them come undone as they’re not as secure as they should have been. The gang's haste to get into the air the other day didn’t give you the time you needed to do a warrior wrap. The person in front of you gasps as the wraps fall away, suddenly spinning you around and blinding you. You let out a yelp as your chest is exposed to the air, but your tunic is on shortly after. Ropes are tied around your upper body, pinning your arms to your sides. They pick up your body, drape you over their shoulder, and start running. ‘That happened way too fast.’ You think, dazed. That couldn’t have been more than a minute. You don’t even have the words to say, honestly. You were surprised. Very surprised. Who could move like that?! The only time you moved that fast was while ice skating! Were there people who could move that fast normally? Aang didn’t count because he’s the Avatar. Who knows the extent of his abilities.

You weren’t sure how long it took, but your body was tied to something after a while. From the sounds of it, the others were right next to you so at least you don’t have to worry about that. You shift your body, trying to figure out how exactly you’re tied up. You practically jump out of your skin when you hear someone talking.

“You four have some explaining to do.” A man’s voice sounds.

“And if you don’t answer all of our questions, we’re throwing you back into the water with the Unagi.” A woman says after him.

“Show yourselves, cowards!” Comes from your idiot brother somewhere to your left.

“Oh sure, Sokka. Call the people who tied us up” the blindfold is removed from your eyes, “cowards.” You hiss, then go silent as you see a group of girls standing in front of you. The man you heard was with him, but he was the only one.

“Who are you? Where are the men who ambushed us?” Sokka demands.

“There were no men.” The woman in front scoffs, seemingly irritated by that question, “We ambushed you. Now tell us - who are you, and what are you doing here?”

“We-” You try to speak but Sokka speaks over you.

“Wait a second, there’s no way a bunch of girls took us down.” You can hear the amusement in his voice and it makes you want to smack him. How many times do you have to yell at him for him to understand that it’s not just the men in your tribe who do things? Besides, the woman was clearly agitated, and saying that would only make it worse.

“Sokka, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You sigh.

“Bunch of girls, huh?” The woman grabs Sokka by his coat and leans in threateningly, “The unagi is going to eat well tonight.”

“Please ignore my dumbass brother!” You shout, getting her attention, “He does NOT speak for the rest of us!” You glare at him.

“Then, I’m sure you can answer my questions. Since you seem to be the oldest here.” She stands in front of you and you meet her dark blue eyes, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Her voice was lowered and it was spoken in more of a threatening manner than before.

“We’re from the Southern Water Tribe. We were just passing through and wanted to relax before continuing.” You swallow, feeling intimidated, “That’s all, I promise.”

“It’s my fault.” Aang speaks up, from somewhere past your brother, “I’m sorry we came here. I wanted to ride the Elephant Koi.”

“How do we know you’re not Fire Nation spies?” The man hisses accusingly, “Kiyoshi stayed out of the war so far and we intend to keep it that way.” That makes you scoff in anger. How dare he accuse you of being a spy for that wretched nation! As if you’d want anything to do with the people who destroyed your family!

“This island is named for Kiyoshi?” Aang sounds oddly happy about that, “I know Kiyoshi!”

“How could you possibly know her? Avatar Kiyoshi was born here four hundred years ago. She’s been dead for centuries!”

“I know her because I’m the Avatar.” Aang says making your jaw drop. ‘He did not just say that out loud! Why would he tell people that after I told him to keep it a secret?!’ You panic. ‘If these idiots would have let me handle this, I could have gotten us out by now! But, no, don’t let the adult handle this!’

“That’s impossible! The last Avatar was an airbender who disappeared one hundred years ago.” The woman shakes her head as you drop yours in exasperation.

“That’s me!” You can practically hear Aang’s grin. You were going to strangle this kid the moment your hands were free. Avatar or not!

“Throw the impostor to the unagi!” The man commands. ‘So, he’s likely the chief.’ The women snap out metal fans and move closer to surround your group. Your eyes widen and you internally curse that your hands are bound. There was nothing you could do to help your situation.

“Aang, if you’re going to claim that you’re the Avatar you need to prove it!” You tell him, not liking the sight of those fans, “Do some air bending!” There’s a gust of air and you hear the people gasping in awe. Whispers fill the air as Aang floats down and you feel relieved as you hear the Chief say that he believed him. They threw a feast in honor of Aang’s arrival and you were shocked to see so much food on the table. You were hesitant at first, but Aang insisted so you ate until you were satisfied. The Chief and the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors joined your group. Thankfully, Sokka was too engrossed in stuffing himself with food to notice the warrior sitting with you. If he had, you were sure dinner wouldn’t have been as pleasant as it was.

“Hello.” The woman greets you as she takes the seat to your left.

“Hello.” You greet her politely.

“I wanted to apologize and introduce myself to you.” She brushes her hair behind her ear, “I’m Suki, the leader of the Kyoshi Warriors. I’m sorry we ambushed you like that. While we live away from the mainlands, people have been begging us to join the war. It’s been going on since before I was a little girl. We’ve been very careful with newcomers.”

“That’s alright. I understand that. My village was raided by the Fire Nation when I was a teenager. After that, the men in the village refused to let anyone who wasn’t from the neighboring villages in.” You reassure her, “You were only protecting your home. I can’t blame you for that when I would do the same. It’s admirable.”

“That’s a relief. Thank you… but um… that’s not all I wanted to apologize for.” Suki rubs the back of her neck, lowering her voice, “I was the one who jumped you on the shoreline. You looked to be around my age, so I wasn’t sure what training you might have had.” Her words sink in and you begin to feel mortified.

“I saw your chest and I wanted to let you know that wasn’t my intention.” She whispers, and you think you see her face turning pink, “I’m very sorry for that.”

“I-It’s okay.” You frantically wave your hands, “I’m not upset about it at all. At least you had the decency to cover me.”

“O-Of course! I wouldn’t do that to another woman!” Now she’s waving her hands frantically, “Not unless they wanted me to, but that’s not- I’m going to stop talking now.” She facepalms, making you laugh at the absurdity of the conversation.

The mess that was your first conversation didn’t do anything to ruin the rest of them. You found yourself talking to Suki the most as you were sitting next to each other. She listened intently as you talked about your life at home and what you did for fun. Unfortunately, you had to leave out anything that involved waterbending. Katara was the one who talked to Suki about that one. But, you learned about Suki’s life on the island and how it was her dream to become a Kyoshi Warrior. You congratulated her on becoming the leader and she made a soft comment that had you raising an eyebrow, “It’s rewarding to train pretty women like you.”

You weren’t new to flirting. You were lucky enough to interact with people outside of your tribe before your dad left. It’s just been a while since you’ve had a chance. So, you fell into it. You flirted with her, and she seemed to be into it. You couldn’t believe your luck. You’ve been gone from home for such a short time and here was an attractive woman hitting on you! The end of dinner made you a little sad, but you had the itch for some more alone time, so you asked one of the islanders where you could find a quiet cove or something close to it. They directed you to one on the other side of the island that’s past the training building for the Kyoshi Warriors.

It was a good distance to walk, but that meant you wouldn’t be bothered by anyone either. With your siblings and Aang preoccupied, you took the chance to sneak away. It felt like the perfect opportunity to get some waterbending practice in. You let out a slow breath, moving through the meditative poses your mother taught you as a child. It helped not only to relax your body but your mind when it got too unfocused. And, it was definitely too unfocused. There was something about Suki that got into your brain. You couldn’t stop thinking about her. Knowing that she was the one who took you down earlier made you flustered. You’ve never come into contact with anyone who can do something like that.

So, once your body is focused, you let your awareness spread to the rolling waves in front of you. You smile to yourself as you lift the water and bring it towards you. It whirls around your body, the soft whooshing sound of the water bringing you peace of mind.

“Okay, mom.” You exhale, widening your stance slightly, “Guide me through the exercise.” You move through the waterbending techniques your mother taught you, steadily going faster and getting harsher with each re-run of the sequence. Your muscles are used to the movement, due to training over and over again. At some point, you’d have to break the news to Katara. She’d be pissed with you for keeping this a secret, but she wasn’t ready. You couldn’t teach her something that could kill someone if she couldn’t control her anger. You will never forget the day you nearly speared your father with an icicle during an argument.

“You didn’t tell me you were a bender.” A voice comes from behind you, making you shriek. You whirl around, the water following as you whip it at whoever snuck up on you.

“Ouch!” The person yelps, clutching their side and you realize that it’s Suki.

“Oh, Spirits! I’m so sorry!” You gasp as she looks at you with an impressed look, “Are you okay?!”

“It’s okay!” Suki giggles, rubbing her side as she moves closer to you, “I guess we’re even after what happened earlier today.”

“I guess we are.” You chuckle, “Are you sure you don’t want me to check?”

“Well… I’d have to remove everything so…”

“Oh.” You blink, “Then, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Anyway, that was some impressive bending. How come you didn’t bring it up when Katara was talking about it?”

“My brother and sister don’t know. Our mom trained me in secret in case my siblings couldn’t bend. I haven’t told Katara for various reasons.” You sigh, running a hand over your hair. It was the one conversation you were dreading.

“Hmm, is the reason because you’re so good at it?” She says flirtatiously, “If you had fought me with it this morning, I might have been the one retrained.”

“I doubt it.” You flirt back, “I could just freeze you in place.” You demonstrate by sneakily freezing her feet to the ground. She gasps, tugging on her ankles to try and get them unstuck.

“Then you wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere.” You giggle, giving her a playful shove. Suki laughs as she pinwheels, unable to fall.

“You’re interesting, you know that?” She grins, watching as you melt the ice and pull the water back to you.

“Says the woman who took me down in seconds.” You chuckle, “I have never been so confused in my life.” She could take you down that fast and had the strength to lift your body. You found that kind of attractive.

“Will you show me your bending?” Suki questions, leaning forward on her tiptoes, “I haven’t seen waterbending like yours up close before.”

“Only if you keep it a secret.” You get a raised eyebrow in return, “Please, Suki. I can’t have them finding out right now.” You give her a pleading look. She makes a face like she’s contemplating what you said. You bite your lip, wondering if she’d tell them about your secret. She didn’t seem like that kind of person, but you only just met her. She tied you up and planned on murdering you without a second thought, too. It was to protect her people but…

“I’ll keep it a secret.” Suki agrees, a teasing smile on her lips, “But, you have to let me train you. You’ll need to know how to protect yourself.”

“Deal!” You hurriedly agree. That earns you a big grin from Suki and you spend the last of your daylight waterbending for her. She seemed dazzled by what you were doing. She asked you questions and even attempted to do the moves with you. For the first time in forever, you didn’t feel alone while practicing. She made you laugh and even tried to surprise attack you! You managed to hit her away, but you suspected she made it easy for you.

Once the final dredges of sunlight were about to disappear, Suki took your hand and guided you through the woods. She said you could use the actual training building because you’d be the only ones there. With the arrival of Aang, she had given the others the evening off. But, it will be right back to work tomorrow morning.

“This is where you practice?” You gasp. The building was very simple on the inside with a large open space. There were some weapons hanging on the wall and two doors at the back of the building.

“Yup. From sunrise to sunset.” Suki turns to you, putting her hands on her hips, “Now you’ll get the chance to see how we train.”

“So, why did you want to train me?” You question, letting her pull your hair out of its ponytail. You shake it out and blush at the awed look Suki gives you. Your hair was very long. You took great care of it since there wasn’t much to do in your free time.

“If you’re going to keep pretending you’re not a waterbender, you still need to be able to protect yourself.” She retrieves a box and has you kneel before her, “So, I’m going to walk you through our traditions.”

Suki takes the time to get you dressed into the robes the Kiyoshi Warriors wear. You’re almost surprised at how heavy the robes are on your body. If they wore this and managed to move that quickly, they must be inhuman or something! It interested you, and you found the way Suki talked so proudly about it to be cute. You listened to her closely, letting her put the makeup on you as she explained the history behind it. Once that was done, it was time for practice.

“We’re going to move through some motions, so spread your feet apart like this and bring your elbows into your body.” Suki demonstrates. You mimic her and she stares at you intensely as you do. A few seconds pass before she walks over to you.

“You want to come down a bit farther.” She puts her hands on your hips and pulls your body down some more. You feel your breath catch in your throat as she manipulates your body. Although you had no skin exposed, you could feel her touch lingering on your skin. It felt like the air was heating up between you two. She watched your body movements, using her own hands to support you or correct your form. You stopped breathing when her hands moved up your body, feeling dizzy in a different way. Your gazes lingered, and you watched her lips move as she talked.

“You’re doing a great job!” Suki compliments you, “You’re a natural at this!”

“Thank you.” You feel fluttery hearing her say that, “It might just be because I have a great teacher.”

“A great teacher is only made by a great student.” She winks at you, making you giggle.

“Can you show me your moves in action?” You tilt your head, “Slowly, at least. I’d like to be able to see it this time.”

“Okay, get in position across from me.” Suki motions with her hand, and you do as she says. You lock eyes, getting lost in her gaze. A moment passes and then Suki becomes a blur. You gasp in alarm, feeling her grab your arm out of nowhere. You’re yanked forward and you feel your body flip through the air. You let out a grunt of pain as your back hits the floor and Suki pins you to the ground. Your jaw drops as she smirks down at you.

“Was that slow enough?” She asks teasingly.

“Yeah…” You breathe out, feeling an unknown emotion settle in your chest.

“That’s it for tonight, then.” The smirk doesn’t leave her face as she helps you up, “Let’s get you out of that. We’ll take the makeup off first.” You nod wordlessly, still in awe. The two of you head into the changing room where the shelves are filled with extra uniforms. There’s a basin of water there that’s used to remove the makeup, but you feel a little spontaneous.

“Let me remove the makeup for you.” You pull water from the basin and let it stick to your palms, “It’ll be faster this way.”

“Okay.” Suki smiles and sits down, patting the spot on the bench next to her. You get close to her, Suki’s hand on your thigh to steady herself as she lets you carefully run your hands over her face. Little by little, the makeup comes off to reveal her features and you’re taken by her beauty.

“You’re staring.” She whispers.

“Sorry.” You go to back away, but she grabs your wrist.

“I’m okay with staring… but I’d prefer to kiss you instead.” You make a noise in the back of your throat, surprised by her statement.

“If I read this whole evening wrong, you’re more than welcome to tell me no.” She continues, “But if I haven’t… I’d like to kiss you.”

“You haven’t.” You whisper, closing your eyes to remove the makeup from your face. Once you do, you send the water down the little drain next to the basin, “I’d like to kiss you, too.”

Suki didn’t waste a second. Her lips were on yours, soft and sweet from the berry juice in the lip paint. Your heartbeat picks up as she guides you onto her lap, and you rest your hands on her chest. She wasn’t your first kiss, but she’s the first kiss where it was good. Suki knew how to kiss and it showed. The way her tongue found its way into your mouth, not too much to send you running or she’d take a moment to suck on your bottom lip and make you impatient.

“Can I touch you?” Suki asks sweetly, “Have you been touched before?”

“Ah, no, I-I haven’t.” That question wasn’t one you were expecting at all. That made you a little nervous. You haven’t even touched yourself before. How would you know what to do or-

“Hey, don’t worry. We don’t have to do anything.” She brushes your hair behind your ear, “I was just asking.”

“I’d like to… I’ve just- I don’t-”

“You don’t need to do anything.” She giggles, “Let me do it for you.”

“Okay.” You agree.

“Let’s get you undressed then.” Suki waits for you to stand before instructing you to turn around. Piece by piece, she helped you out of the warrior’s uniform while leaving kisses on your neck. Your body felt warm, your heart was racing, and you were slowly getting excited for what was to come. When your robes were off, you helped Suki even though she didn’t need it. Taking your cues from her, you did the same thing and kissed her neck, giving in to the urge to leave little bites as well. You were doing something right by the way you’d hear soft gasps leave her lips. The moment the last piece of her robes were off, she backed you into the wall and hicked your leg up to her hip.

“Kiss me.” You demand, making her chuckle.

“Eager.” She grins before kissing you again. This time you were more intense with this kiss. You weren’t sure why but only that it felt right to be. You could feel her fingers playing at the edge of your underwear and it sends shivers up your spine. Her fingers move across and down, over your covered clit to press against that spot between your legs. You gasp against her lips, wrapping your arms around her to bring her closer to you. She rubs her fingers down there for a bit, continuing to kiss you as you struggle to hold in your moans. Your body is trembling at this point, eager for more stimulation from the gorgeous warrior pinning you to the wall.

“Do you still want me to put my fingers in?” Suki asks after backing from the kiss.

“Yes…” You breathe out. You hold each other’s gaze as you feel her move the cloth aside. Her eyes sparkle in the light, such a deep blue you could always get lost in them. You gasp as one of her fingers slips into you, whimpering as she touches you in a way no one has. It’s all you can focus on. The feel of her touching you so deeply in a place that sent your body tingling with pleasure.

“Suki.” You moan out her name, tilting your head back.

“You’re so beautiful, you know.” She kisses your exposed neck, “It’s a shame you’ve never felt pleasure like this before.”

“You’re the first.” You mutter, not able to speak any louder.

“I’m honored.” She hums, putting another finger in and stretching you out, “You have such a cute pussy. I’m enjoying letting you experience this.” You groan, the soft burning from the stretching not doing anything to distract you from the pleasure. Only a few hours ago, she had tied you up and now she was in an intimate position with you. Who would have thought leaving home would end up with you like this?

“Thank you…” You say breathily, “It feels nice. Really nice.”

“Don’t thank me yet, cutie.” Suki giggles, “I haven’t made you cum, yet.” You weren’t sure what she meant by that, but you couldn’t ask. She had moved her thumb to a bundle of nerves further up and you were too enthralled to talk. The trembling in your body only got worse, except now something was tightening in your abdomen. It kept getting tighter the more she touched you and you didn’t want to tell Suki to stop. You were more aware of her fingers than you were earlier and the pressure in your abdomen had reached its peak. A loud moan left your lips as you felt it snap, your fingers digging into her shoulders in the process.

“Spirits!” You hear Suki exclaim in surprise and then giggle as you feel a liquid run down your legs. She didn’t stop until you could feel your body relax, but your mind was definitely in a different state. You felt a little foggy.

“I didn’t think I’d make you cum that hard.” Suki chuckles, slowly sliding her fingers out, “Are you feeling okay?” She asks.

“Yeah.” You nod, trying to catch your breath, “I am. I just- I’m not quite sure what I’m feeling but it feels good.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon.” She kisses your cheek, “You did great, cutie.”

“Thank you.” You blush, thinking about kissing her again, “Can I…?”

“Can you kiss me again?” She smirks, making you giggle and nod your head.

“I don’t mind that.” Suki lifts your chin and kisses you.

[mykoreanlove]

I loved your angst Jackson scenarios, can you do one with BM from Kard where his partner wants to break up with him but he's trying to prevent it but fails? Could be because he cheated or wasn't giving enough attention to them

Pleeeeaase and thank you

hey anon, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories - that means the world to me :)

you are the first request I ever had (yeyyyy) so I hope you like the story I came up with.

all the love xo

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BAGGAGE

“Where does this train even go?”, he mumbled under his breath.

Head tilted; he was watching the worldly scenery vanish quickly in front of him. He found comfort in the rapid change outside as his thoughts were racing equally hasty. He hadn’t heard from you in weeks but still he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He composed the memories of you the same way he composed his songs.

First, he imagined your breathtaking visuals: your bright eyes, your cute nose and sensuous lips. Then, he added the sounds of your cute laughter and silent gasps. And lastly, he imagined you saying the most beautiful words: I love you, Matthew. I can’t picture my life without you, you’re all I need. Thinking of you like that always filled his heart with the utmost love. The warm fuzzy feeling spread through his whole body, leaving him happy and fulfilled. That tender feeling didn’t last long though, as the most recent memories clouded his mind too soon. What started out as the loveliest tune turned into the most caustic remix. Now he saw your tearful eyes and worried frowns, heard your desperate screams and spiteful words and listened to you breaking up with him. Those warm and fuzzy feelings turned icy, numbing his whole body.

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, I miss her so much. What should I do?”, he muttered silently. Once again, he grabbed his phone and opened your chat. Your picture was still there. He felt the relief as he realized you had not deleted his number – maybe you missed him, too? Maybe you were looking at your phone and hoping for him to text you, too? Hyped up by his delusional fantasies he decided to text you.

Y/N… I miss you.

Eyes glued to his phone, not daring to even blink. His throat was dry, hands jittery and stomach tied into a knot. “She will answer, won’t she?” He gasped as he saw you typing. By now his heart was beating as fast as the train was going.

I miss you, too.

His eyes lit up as he processed those words.

You do?

Of course, I do. I think about you all the damn time.

Are you serious?

Yes. You wouldn’t believe how often I picked up my phone just to text you.

Yet you didn’t…

Yeah, I decided it was better not to.

Why?

I don’t know, I just felt like it wasn’t right.

It didn’t feel right? Texting me didn’t feel right?

He felt his blood boiling up again.

Yeah, to be honest I didn’t feel like you treated me well, so I backed off.

Oh, that’s funny of you to say. I felt the exact same way.

You did?

Yeah.. I really struggled those past few weeks.

I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, Matthew.

Why did you though?

Do you want me to be honest?

He had to think about that for a while. Did he want your honesty? BM often thought about the possible downfalls of your relationship. Did he spend too much time on his music? Did he spend too much time in the gym? Did he not make you feel loved? Did he not please you sexually? Was there someone else? He ruminated on all those questions countless times and never found an answer. So maybe it was time to finally reveal the truth.

Yes please.

When I first met you, I was head over heels in love with you. I know this sounds cliché but it’s true. I never met someone like you before. You showed me parts of you that I adored so much, and you also showed me new sides of myself that I got to love as well. I loved spending time with you. We always had a great time, didn’t we? Kissing you, hugging you, laughing with you, fucking you, talking about serious stuff with you – that all felt so comfortable. I knew that I didn’t want to be in a relationship when I met you but given the nature of all this, I changed my mind about it.

BM scoffed as he read the last sentence; the hurt of you dumping him still deeply ingrained in his heart.

You changed your mind about it? And yet you threw me away like I was garbage?

I can see why you would feel that way. But don’t you think you dumped me first?

NO?!

BM never had a heart attack, but this had to be it. What was that supposed to mean? “How the hell did I dump you first? I’ve been crying for weeks because you left me and now you have the guts to tell me I did that to myself?”, he was furious.

What the fuck do you mean?

Matthew.. Don‘t you think that you broke us up yourself?

Are you serious right now? No. No, I don‘t think that. At all. You abandoned me!!

You abandoned me long before I did. Has that ever occurred to you?

Well, enlighten me please, how did I do that, huh?

Weren’t you the one that decided that this relationship, this thing between us, could not work? Weren’t you the one that decided that it was doomed from the start? Weren’t you the one that declared that I was going to break your heart?

For a moment he forgot how to breathe. He stared at the screen, unable to answer, unable to process what was happening.

Weren’t you the one that got so much into your head and focused on your fears? Weren’t you the one that was dead set on me hurting you? Weren’t you the one distancing yourself because you were afraid?

Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.

Weren’t you the one that was convinced that I wasn’t serious about you? Weren’t you the one thinking that I must be fucking dudes on the side and only be toying with you? Weren’t you so sure about me being an easy girl that simply fucks around? Did you honestly think I would not notice this?

By now it was hard to read the messages, tears completely clouding his vision. “I never said that to her, what the fuck. It’s… it’s like she saw right through me. She saw what I was thinking about her, about us. How is that possible? How did she grasp my fears like that?”

Y/N

I-

Matthew, I wanted to love you. I wanted to stay by your side and build this beautiful connection I thought we shared. But you painted me as the bad guy. You made me into this menace that only used you for sex. You saw me as someone taking advantage of you and that irked me. I got so disgusted by you, that’s why I left. It felt unfair – you took my beautiful love and turned it into something so ugly. What does that say about you?

BM wiped away his tears, pulling his black beanie further down. Shame was flooding his whole body now. He asked for honesty, and he got it, all of this was true. What kind of person was he? Why the fuck did he always assume the worst? Why was he always sabotaging love? Deep down he knew why but he never had the courage to share his dark fears with others. Would it have been different if he had shared it with you? He started typing his reply to you, being totally honest and transparent for a change.

Y/N, you are right. About everything. I am so sorry. I am so sorry that I hurt you like that. I don’t know why I can’t stop doing that. I guess I’m just fucked up. I made horrible experiences in the past and got hurt, badly. I know I shouldn’t compare you to the girls I dated back then, honestly, I couldn’t even if I wanted to as they wouldn’t stand a chance. But the hurt they ingrained in me still lingers and that’s why I did that. I was afraid that you would break my heart. I was afraid that you would turn out like they did. I was afraid that this was too good to be true. And by fearing all that I created a monster. Out of myself and out of you. I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Deep down I know how wonderful you are – that’s the reason I fell in love with you. My fear made me see things that were not there and by doing that I pushed you away. I get that now. I guess you're right – I did abandon you first, even if it was only in my mind. But somehow you caught on to that and now you’re-

BM’s breath got stuck in his lungs as he noticed your picture disappearing. He didn’t have the chance to finish his side of the story as you finished it for him. “Gone”, was the last word he muttered before he deleted his whole paragraph and put away his phone. He stared out of the window again, lost in thought, wondering if he could ever change.

[blueberrybladelemonade]

Colors of Chance

Pepperman x Reader 

(Inspired by another lovely comic by @pervertedindividual this is for you, fren🫂💜)

Comic by them:

Takes place after Y/N's first meeting with Pepperman from Colors of Expression but diverges from that fic completely after that! You don't need to read that fic for this one! 

Contains: The anthropomorphic pepper makes fun of you. Again. A very tiny amount of angst. Fluff ending. 

"Oh! It's that Y/N girl again." How fortunate that Pepperman had the chance to see you again. It had been weeks since he seen you last at the studio. He cringed inwardly as he recalled your (deserved) tirade at him. You had come into the studio one other time since that day. What happened instead was that you had opened the door, locked eyes with his, and simply turned around and left. 

"Hmm." You click your tongue, startled at the sudden voice nearby. 

"Hello there".

"Oh. It's you." You scoff and wipe your hand with a dry rag. "Don't worry I'll be taking my ugly art elsewhere".

"No need I want you to stay." Pepperman stepped towards you and pat you on the shoulder. He wants me to...stay? You give him a silent look to continue as your heart fluttered just a tiny bit. 

"I think we got off on the wrong foot last time so how about we start over on good terms"? 

You pause for a moment, before giving him a small smile. "Okay".

"Splendid!" He replies, giving you a smile of his own. "So what are you creating?" He asked, glancing over your shoulder at your latest work. 

"Well, I'm doing a finger painting of this-" he stifled a laugh. "Wha-Hey! What's so funny?! You snap, feeling heat rise at the back of your neck.

"Finger painting on a big canvas? Quite bohemian don't you think?" He lets out a laugh. 

You snort. "So?" 

"Wouldn't it be better and more efficient to use brushes instead"?

What a jerk. you felt your eye twitch. So much for getting off on the wrong foot. At some point you tuned out his voice as he continued mocking your art. Your nostrils flared. 

"To be honest I think it's cute-"

An exasperated yell torn from your throat, drowning out what ever other critique this overgrown vegetable was spewing. Pepperman's mouth dropped taken aback by the shift in your demeanor. 

"Must you judge everything! Where do you get off from criticizing others, huh"?! You snarl.

"I-"

"No! Forget it! This was a mistake." You felt a burning prickle in the corner of your eyes and spun around before tears threatened to spill over. 

"And to think I looked up to you." You choked out, barely audible to even yourself.  

* * * * * 

As you grumbled to yourself as you sunk into the couch. Meeting your idols is a mistake. You huff and cross your arms, glaring into the empty space. 

Many months ago there had been a local art convention that caught your attention. You remembered reading the article and the hosted events and grew curious. You had never been to something like this and on a whim decided to make that your plan for the week. 

There had been a variety of talents that day. Light and airy melodies echoed throughout the hallways as you took in the drawings around you. Some were vivid hues, some all done in black in white. More still were all of the different styles, all as unique as the artists. 

As the day progressed you claimed a seat in the auditorium. You settled yourself in the middle of the row, not too close and not too far away from the podium and waited. That's when you had met him. 

You couldn't remember much, if anything, about the other speakers that had come and gone. The individual that stuck out to you that day was a massive pepper that had taken the podium. He had introduced himself as Phil Pepperman and you very clearly recalled how eloquent he spoke. Even his euphemisms were almost poetic as he discussed his art and what he was passionate about. 

From what you had learned was that he was rising in fame in your town. He was very strict in his art techniques, refusing to diverge and add any elements not matching what ever style he was emulating. 

While you disagreed with the notion of never adding your own twist to your art, you had respect Pepperman for it. His strict adherence to each style was something you could admire. As he displayed some of his illustrations on the projector - side by side with other works in those specific styles - you almost couldn't tell the creators apart. 

That was his talent and Pepperman almost had it down to a science. He could mimic most styles he studied and depict what ever he had wanted in it. The downside, however, was that unconventional methods were something he looked down on. 

A small scowl formed on your face as you took another sip of your drink. That didn't give him an excuse to be such an asshole though. 

Truth be told, you had begun looking up art Pepperman had created and sometimes you'd see his creations on display at festivals. His art was always something you could recognize but maybe that had more to do with the fact he drew himself in various styles. A lot. 

Pompous jerk. He only- you jolt up with a start, the sudden screaming from your phone almost causing you to drop it. 

"Hello"?

"Hi is this Y/N?" The caller asked. 

"Uh, yes"?

"Hi Y/N It's Dave from the studio. I was cleaning out the racks today and noticed you left one of your paintings here. Did you want to collect it or should we throw it out"?

"O-oh," "Thank you, I didn't know I left something there. I'll come get it tomorrow".

You exchange a few more pleasantries before coming up with the excuse that you needed to go.

* * * * *

You arrive at the studio and weave through the random people to make your way to the wall. Most times you didn't mind lingering and making small talk but you weren't in the mood today. There were paintings, clay, and brushes were set to dry or to return to another day. 

As you locate your name labelled above one of the slots, you the pull out the canvas and your eyes widen. It was the painting you had been working on last week that you abandoned. A few places had smeared paint, another few had grass and dirt clung and dried into it. That aside though, it was intact. But why was it here?

You quirk a brow as you see a bright green paper folded and taped to the side. The note comes off easily enough and you pull it open. 

Y/N if able, could you meet me at the rooftop of Tirizia's this Sunday? 

~PP

You let out a huff as you eyes lock onto the all too familiar signature. 

Seriously? Why? What did he want? Wasn't Tirizia's that restaurant with the fancy rooftop garden? 

* * * * * 

It was. 

Ivy grew along the stone walls with an occasional pop of color from a flower. As you looked further inside, a large stone and marble structure was in the center of the restaurant. Glass from overhead had filtered light directly onto it as water tumbled down from the peak. From the base there was a small pond surrounded by tables where you could sit and feel the light mist. 

Your eyes settled on the stairwell in the distant corner. A trail of flowers lined the railing all the way up and at the top you could see a faint arch illuminated softly. Very briefly you argued with yourself if you should just turn and walk out. Why did you want to meet Pepperman, anyway? He turned out to be insufferable and hated your art. Yet he went out of his way to take your painting to the studio. 

Despite wanting to leave, you found your legs carrying you up each step to the rooftop. 

"Ah, there you are Y/N." You glance to the side and see Pepperman sitting at a table with a canvas in front of him. There was an empty space beside him with an equally blank canvas, unoccupied. 

You eye Pepperman suspiciously as he gestures for you to sit next to him. You shake your head and only take a few steps towards him. This probably wouldn't take long, the minute he started to say anything critiquing you, you were leaving. 

"Thank you for saving my terrible painting and taking it to the studio, but you didn't have to".

Pepperman gives you a small frown, "Why do you think it's terrible"?

Your stare at him in disbelief. "Well let's see. The first time you seen my art, you called it a "tragic amalgam" and THEN last week you made fun of me for finger painting on a large canvas. Like who does that? Why do you think..."

"Y/N".

You can't even hear him, instead you continue your rant. "I mean seriously, just because its 'bohemian' at least I CAN add my-"

"Y/N"! Pepperman shouts over you, losing his composure for a moment.

You stop and purse your lips, a scowl flashing across your face. Why did you think you should try talking with Pepperman a THIRD time? You should've left like you were going to. Instead you flinch as he strode over to you and clasps a hand on your shoulder. 

He looks away, lowering his eyes to the restaurant below. "I said your art was cute".

"Wha-"?

"I think your finger painting was cute. It was unorthodox and yet you were quite content. Despite the huge mess." He chuckled to himself.

"I...huh"? You couldn't but remain rooted in place. Pepperman actually...thought your art was cute? 

"So why didn't you just say that instead of making fun of me?" You glared but your eyes shone with a mix of curiosity. 

"Because it's unorthodox. You're an eccentric one, Y/N. I can't make sense of your methods or techniques." His eyes returned your gaze, "You don't follow any rules to what you create, you simply do what you like. It's both whimsical and confusing for one who always follows guidelines and tradition".

As Pepperman finished speaking silence spread between you both. You remained speechless as you tried to process what he had said, only the echo of water and voices from below were heard.

After what felt like minutes Pepperman slowly returned to his seat, as he sat down he looked back at you expectantly. 

You clicked your tongue and sat in front of the other canvas. The objects in front of you weren't food, you realized, it was assorted paints.

Pepperman gives you a nervous smile, "I was hoping you would allow me the honor of finger painting with you..."

You crack a wide smile, "With no brushes".

"With no brushes." He repeats and nods, "On a large canvas overlooking this splendid balcony".

You shift and get comfortable in the chair and look over the colors you had. A small groan is heard and you cast a sideways glance at Pepperman. You stifle a laugh as he tentatively picks up a container of bright blue paint. He looked uncomfortable, as he dipped a finger into the thick mixture, but that was a small price to pay as you let out a laugh. 

[kiidwritings]

so cringe, but i love u <3

chapter 1: gillette razor

wc; 3385. tags/warnings; maybe ooc .T4T RAAAGGHHHH!! Trans horangi. Trans könig. 5+1 Things. sorry if könig is ooc. also horangi might be ooc. I TRYING. idk i based his AUDHD on mine so :P. same with könig's social anxiety. author is nd. Author is trans. she/he/they könig. transfem könig. im trying my best ;-;. not beta read. (some) events based/inspired on stuff in author's real life. possible grammatical errors. mentions of sex. body/gender dysmorphia. mentions of needles (T-shot). vomiting. PISS (not in a sexual way 😭). grossness/unsanitariness. konig is a bit of a slob (lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n: i posted this on ao3 back in mid-october, but been too busy/forgot to post it here...oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i was deadass thinking about leaving this (I've been in a creativity flunk, I hate my art and my writing), but then I remembered I made this /for/ someone basically, and I'm no quiter!!!!! 💪🏽 I'm the youngest of 5 siblings and lived in a full house, so most these icks are based on things they've done/do. i project heavily onto the characters so they might be OOC. also, horangi is used for on-base settings and hong-jin is used when he's just a civilian/off-base.

pairing: kim "horangi" hong-jin/könig

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Moving in with a partner is always awkward. 

You have to accommodate their living style, how they run things, a new environment, and just living with another person in general (which differs greatly from living with siblings- take it from Hong-Jin who grew up with four sisters).

During their first time on leave together, they instantly noticed things about each other that were never brought to light while on base.

Konig was an early riser (not by choice, just by force of habit), while Hong-Jin liked to sleep in, especially without the sound of an alarm clock waking him at the asscrack of dawn.

(It had actually taken some time before they shared a bed. The first time Hong-Jin even suggested it, Konig exhaled and swallowed an entire chunk of bread whole, before proceeding to cough up the mushy bits as Hong-Jin patted his back too hard.)

At first, Konig found it cute as Horangi tried to pull them back to bed, mumbling and pushing his face further into the pillows. And if she did need to wake Hong-Jin up, he’d wake up grumpy, sitting in bed with a sleepy scowl for about 10 minutes (with some additional complaints or an ogle at Konig as he got dressed) before slipping out of the comfort of bed and also getting ready. 

The two had gotten comfortable enough to share the bathroom, mainly while brushing their teeth or enjoying a nice shower together with or without any funny business is up to you to decide .

Two toothbrushes, one that looked hardly used besides leftover moisture and one with bristles so flattened it was a surprise the owner still had enamel on their teeth, leaned against each other in a little decorative cup Konig picked up from the thrift store. It was old, its design- different varieties of cats in beachwear- having worn off and the plastic was graying a bit.

The bathroom air was moist and hot as Hong-Jin entered, Konig not bothering to lock the door knowing he’d come in whenever he finished grumbling over not being able to sleep through the morning. The shower ran hot as steam wafted past the thin shower curtains and Konig hummed a tune. A mix of incoherent words and hushed melodies resonated from her chest and throat. Hong-Jin smirked and with help from the see-through curtains, poked Konig in the tummy through the PVC. 

Konig gasped, and pulled the curtain to the side, only allowing his head and shoulders to peek through. Hong-Jin grinned and relished at the sight of Konig’s slick and freckled skin. There was a tint of pinkness to it from the hot water cascading out of the shower head. Their hair was sticking to their forehead, the curls now slicked with water and shiny.

“Good morning.” Hong-Jin purred. He thought about joining Konig, but he didn’t smell and wasn’t really in the mood for shower sex.

“Ah! What was that for?” Konig let out a huff of amusement and shot her partner back a cheeky smirk.

Hong-Jin just shrugged and leaned back against the bathroom sink. “Just felt like it.”

“Want to join me?” Konig asked, using his hand to wipe some excess water from his face, huffing like a seal clearing its nose.

Hong-Jin just shrugged again, turning around to face the fogged-up mirror. “Neh,” He absently drew a smiley face in the mirror's condensation coating. 

‘Not in the mood for sex.’ he thought.

He shouldn’t say that, that’s forward. Plus, Konig might find that weird…yeah, don’t say that. Think of something else-.

“Not in the mood for sex.”

“ What?! ” Konig gaped.

“What?” Hong-Jin turned around and awkwardly stared at Konig’s shocked face.

“Are you in the mood for sex?”

“What, no I just said I wasn’t.” Konig blinked and his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“So why’d you mention it? Does me showering turn you on?”

Hong-Jin blinked hard, doing a double take. And I thought I was forward, geez! “No! I mean, yes!...No, sometimes?” 

What the fuck was this conversation even???

“Are you turned on right now?” Konig asked, probably just trying to fill the awkward silence and also trying to understand the reason behind Hong-Jin’s initial response.

“No! I’m not turned on, I’m normal, I’m…I need to pee!”

And with that, Hong-Jin pulled the curtain back to hide himself from Konig and practically slammed the toilet lid open, signaling to Konig to not peek past the curtains and also to drop the conversation.

Once he was sure she was back to bathing herself, he did his business. Making sure not to flush (to save Konig from getting burned alive from the already hot water getting hotter), Hong-Jin washed his hands and began brushing his teeth. “Do you need help with your T-shot today?” Konig asked, now that the awkwardness had disappeared from the previous conversation. Hong-Jin spits in the sink, cupping his hands and gurgling the water. The water was colder than usual, probably from the mintiness of the toothpaste residue, and chilled the teeth were cracked and sensitive. “Yeah, that’d be nice,” Hong-Jin said, wiping the excess foam that dribbled out his mouth and began splashing water in his face. 

Konig liked helping with Hong-Jin’s T-shot. He could do it by himself, but sometimes he wouldn’t stab hard enough, or seeing the needle go in made his chest tighten. But the domestic sight of Konig’s big hand engulfing one of his thighs and having her other hand slowly sticking the needle into the fat made Hong-Jin want Konig by his bedside, at his beck and call if he batted his eyelashes innocently enough.

(Sometimes Konig thought about starting up on estrogen. They wouldn’t mind if they were born a girl. The thought of wearing a bra made him feel dirty like she was some pervert who was faking her identity. Word would go around that KorTac’s titan colonel was a tranny who thought he was a girl and wore a bra. The thought of rumors and the loss of her reputation all because she wanted to express herself made her stomach churn and a sense of dread ran down his spine. 

But why should he care?!...well, he did care a lot .

Years of being made fun of and looked down upon (not literally of course) would all be down the drain. His secret was safe with Hong-Jin, his partner, and Horangi, his teammate.)

“And what do you say…?” Konig teased, a grin present in the tone of her voice. Through the curtain, Konig was washing off his body, splashing water on his face and running his fingers through his hair.

Hong-Jin just scowled, rolling his eyes and flushing the toilet, letting the scolding water pour down onto his cocky girlfriend. “Ah ah! Heiß! So verdammt heiß!” (Hot! So fucking hot!) Konig yelped and rushed to turn off the water as their mischievous tiger of a boyfriend left the bathroom, chuckling quite proudly to himself. 

The rest of the morning was casual. The two went about their typical routine, it was nothing special; making breakfast, and doing minimal chores. Hong-Jin liked to go on a run before the sun was really shining, and Konig had some laundry to fold that he’d been putting off (his mama ain’t raise him to be a slob, so having to walk past that pile every day made guilt tickle his stomach). 

Hong-Jin had returned to the small apartment covered in a light sheen of sweat, adrenaline still running through his body. Walking into the bedroom, he fell back onto the bed, just nearly missing the neat stack of folded laundry with his leg.

Konig huffed, “Be careful, I’m being helpful here.” Hong-Jin just responded with a huff of his own from deep within his chest and swung a leg over to land on Konig’s lap, which as a result, knocked off some clothes from the folded pile. 

“Hey! Vorsichtig! ” Konig pouted and gave a smack to Hong-Jin’s calf. He could only smile and snuggle into the pillow.

“Tired…” Was all Hong-Jin replied with, turning onto his side, being mindful of his leg now and inhaling the musk and scent on Konig’s pillow. It smelt of pine-scented body wash and 3-in-1.

Konig exhaled once more, re-folding the messed up clothes but allowing Hong-Jin to keep his leg on her lap.

“We need food,” Hong-Jin mumbled, eyes still closed.

Konig just hummed, “ Ja… ”

Hong-Jin let his hand find its way to Konig’s thigh, squeezing a bit, “Come with me?” Hong-Jin tilted his head to peek up at his girlfriend. Konig just continued folding clothes, glancing over to meet their boyfriend’s gaze.

“Perhaps-”

“Great, let me go shower.” Hong-Jin shot up, once again knocking over some clothes (Konig scoffed and looked at Horagni with great offense). 

He gathered some new clothes, threw his sweaty workout clothes in the battered hamper, and walked into the bathroom. 

The shower knobs were adjusted to just the right water temperature. Absent-mindedly placing his hand on the sink while looking at himself in the mirror, he left something under his hand.

A small puddle of water. Nothing too bad. But in the water were tiny hairs, red hairs to be exact. Some were curly and some were just straight. Hong-Jin felt his skin crawl and immediately wiped his hands on a hand towel hanging nearby. He felt sick.

Was Konig always this gross? How can someone just leave behind such a mess and not think to clean it up? Did he just touch his shaven pubic hairs???

Hong-Jin shuddered, washing his hands once… then twice, and took a deep breath, analyzing the scene.

With a bit of an attitude, he walked out of the bathroom to Konig. She was putting away the clothes, reorganizing the ones that wouldn’t fit in their dresser drawers. Everything was folded military-style, neat and compact.

“Konig,” Hong-Jin gritted his teeth. Konig looked back and blinked, “ Ja ? Why the long face, tiger?” Hong-Jin just huffed and threw a thumb over his shoulder to the ajar bathroom door.

“You left your fucking pubes on the bathroom sink.” His voice was sharp and annoyed. Konig blinked before flushing.

“Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’ . Go clean it up…” he took a big inhale and then exhaled. “Please?”

Konig paused, looking to the floor, embarrassed, before glancing at Hong-Jin, and then making their way to the bathroom.

The sink was cleaned in no time and an apology kiss was planted atop Hong-Jin’s head, right on the side part of his hair. “I’m sorry,” Konig mumbled, lips still against his head, inhaling the scent of the hair oil Hong-Jin used.

Hong-Jin just gave a smile, it didn’t reach his eyes but if it weren’t for the arm sliding around her waist, Konig would’ve assumed he was still upset with her.

“It’s fine, just gross.” Hong-Jin’s cheeks tinted in response to the kiss and he squeezed Konig’s love handle, causing the latter to stiffen.

And like promised, the sink was free of any hairs.

It seemed like that problem was resolved, Konig made sure to clean up after himself on the days when he did shave so everyone was happy…

Until it wasn’t. 

The issue arose (again) one early morning when the sun was still asleep. It had been an evening of takeout, kissing, watching movies, kissing, a little drinking, making out, and like the old farts they are, snuggling in bed (with some more kissing and a messy handjob) before falling asleep to the sound of each other’s hearts beating.

It was about 2 AM, and the outside world was quiet. Hong-Jin’s eyes fluttered open, cold hardening the corners and causing him to wince. Konig laid on his back, hairy chest and chunky stomach on display and snoring, not to the point of keeping Hong-Jin up, but putting him at ease when the night was too quiet. 

(Hong-Jin loved how Konig ran hot, all that muscle and fat did wonders to circulate heat that was then shared with Hong-Jin, their loving boyfriend. The more fat on Konig’s body, the more there was for Hong-Jin to love. And Konig loved Hong-Jin's slim figure, his muscle and small tummy fit perfectly in his arms- two puzzle pieces that loved the skin-to-skin feeling.)

With cat-like stealth, Hong-Jin slipped from Konig’s big strong arms and ventured to the bathroom. The fluorescent overhead lights stung his eyes and he squinted his way to the toilet. 

He went about doing his business, trying his best to keep his mind calm, usage of his sleepy brain would cause it to wake up and then he’d stay up on his phone until either Konig slid it under his pillow or he passed out from the blue light. 

Before flushing, Hong-Jin could make out something in the toilet bowl (besides his piss). Did he get his period suddenly? No, it just ended last weekend. 

Finally taking a second to rub his eyes and concentrate, he released it was pubes.

Instead of leaving them on the sink, Konig had used the toilet to shave. Fine in itself, Horangi did the same thing. But leaving them in the toilet and not flushing wasn’t . She must’ve shaved after Horangi had been settled into bed that night.

Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Hong-Jin tore off a small bit of toilet paper and lifted the toilet lid, only to cringe and shoot his hand back, seeing as stray pieces of pubic hair littered the bare toilet bowl rim.

Hong-Jin shivered, he left dirty just looking at it. He quickly flushed the toilet along with the torn toilet paper and washed his hands and just above his wrists. He ended up being too angry to sleep before passing out two hours later, refusing to snuggle back up with Konig.

Even once they were back on base, Horangi seemed to notice this “ick” of Konig’s. It wasn’t like he made an effort to look out for every stray hair of Konig’s, but with that gross memory in the front of his mind, he couldn’t help it.

He had just happened to be walking to the locker room when Konig turned the corner, shoulders brushing.

“Oh, hallo Horangi.” Konig seemed rather chipper this morning, maybe because Horangi had come back from a mission four days ago and she was happy to see him.

“Konig,” Horangi nodded his head. He was dressed in a plain green shirt and some cargo pants. The humidity of the base hallways made the fabric of his clothes and mask feel like they were sticking to his skin from all the sweat he’d built up while working out. It was a good thing he’d kept his sunglasses in his gym bag, the moisture would've sure collected underneath the frames.

“I heard about the mission you were on, good job meine Kätzchen. ” (my kitten) Konig’s eyes upturned through the eye holes of his mask, and they reached out to place a gentle hand on Horangi’s shoulder. Horangi scoffed, shrugging their hand off playfully, and scowled under his mask.

“You know I hate that pet name.” Horangi narrowed his eyes at his taller lover but there was no real malice in his voice, in fact, he even blushed a bit under his mask, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up with flusteredness.

Konig just chuckled, before leaning down a bit, the fabric of his hood just barely touching Horangi’s cheek. “If the circumstances were different, I’m sure that pet name would be getting a much-needed rise out of you.~” 

There was a fluttery feeling in Horangi’s chest and he felt his skin heat up more and he licked his lips a bit. 

With a quick glance at the open end of the hall, Horangi shifted their masks out of the way, letting himself venture underneath Konig’s and share a passionate kiss. With the built-up tension in the air, it quickly dissolved into a quick makeout session. The only thing to break them apart was the sound of a shower stall door slamming shut. 

Konig was the one to pull back, a string of saliva quickly being lapped up by her and she grinned. The two were panting and Horangi was surely sweating more from the heat underneath Konig’s mask and building up below.

Goosebumps prickled Horangi’s skin and suddenly the air of the hallway wasn't as dry anymore, the layer of sweat cooling him down. 

“I’m guessing meine kleines kätzchen will be ‘stopping by’ this evening?” Konig whispered, his soul patch rubbing against Horangi’s cheek as his lips brushed against his earlobe. His body was now boxing in Horangi’s, their most vulnerable parts brushing against each other’s. Horangi bit his lip, slipping his mask back up.

“Yes sir.”~ He purred. Then they parted their separate ways, both riled up and ready to jump each other’s bones the next time they saw each other.

Later that night, long after Konig had finished his reports (that he’d procrastinated long enough getting done) and everyone had started settling down before lights out, Horangi had Konig straddle to the bed, moving his hips in an exotic and hypnotic way. Their masks and most of their clothes were tossed aside, leaving them both bare and vulnerable to each other’s wandering hands and teeth. 

Horangi hadn't expected to be so pent up from just a bit of teasing that afternoon, but god , if his giant girlfriend didn’t destroy his insides by the end of the night, he’d lose his fucking mind.

He leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss on his bite mark placed perfectly on their pulse point. Konig was panting, body flushed and reacting in malicious ways to Horangi’s teasing. 

“Where are your condoms at, big boy?” Horangi whispered, sucking another kiss onto their chest.

Konig sucked in a shaky breath and stammered to speak, “ I-im bad…badezimmer- oh gott… (In the bathroom- oh god)” Horangi tsked and rolled his hips into Konig causing her to whine. 

“English, 여보… ~ (Yeobo/Darling)”

With another whine and a flutter of her lashes, Konig was able to composure herself somewhat to divert from her mother tongue, “Bathroom…m-medicine cabinet.” 

Reluctantly, Horangi peeled himself from Konig (who was practically about to burst), and upon flicking on the bathroom light, felt like ice water had been poured on him and the wetness down below was instantly dried.

The bathroom was as tidy as a man could have it, nothing out of the ordinary except for the sink which was COMPLETELY covered in shaven hairs. On the edge, next to his flattened toothbrush, was a simple black razor, the blades surprisingly clean with a few stray hairs caught between, like lettuce stuck between teeth.

…well not completely, but it looked like the sink hadn’t been shown a sliver of care, not a single good scrubbing (or…some form of cleaning).

Horangi’s jaw dropped as he stood in the doorway of the small bathroom. 

He felt sick, he wanted to spit up to get rid of this gross feeling all over his body- he felt contaminated.

Sure this wasn’t Horangi's living space, (he was actually jealous Konig got his own private bathroom because of his ranking), but oh god the sight was gut-wrenching. Did they not see nothing wrong with just leaving their hair all over the sink, the place where they left their toothbrush that went in their mouth and that mouth and tongue swapped spit with him-

Konig shot up upon hearing Horangi retch, throwing himself to the toilet and regurgitating a mush of greasy mess hall food into the porcelain bowl.

“Hong-Jin, are you ok?!” Kneeling down next to Horangi, he used one hand to swoop his hair out of his face and the other to softly rub circles on his back. Horangi groaned, spitting some extra bile into the toilet water-vomit mixture.

With a shaky voice and trembling body, Horangi turned his head to Konig and gritted his teeth. “Your sink is disgusting …!”

Konig blinked, face contorted into a confused and worried look. “Huh?”

“Your SINK-” Horangi’s stomach roared and another wave of nausea rolled over him. “It’s covered in HAIR.” 

Konig just shushed his little tiger as Horangi's back arched like a cat throwing up a hairball.

So much for the sex…Konig had a raging hard-on he desperately needed to be taken care of…

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James May, Jeremy Clarkson and Richard Hammond in "Come what May!"

My longest comic about the Grand Tour so far ～♡ This time Jeremy, James and Hammond head off to Britain’s number one car show! Sadly heavy traffic and certain weather conditions give them a rough time on the road...but thank goodness it’s Friday!  *✦.°

All paintings, story and text by me (February 2022 - October 2022)

Thank you very much for reading and I hope, as always, I could make you smile with it! ♥︎  This comic will be released as a real book together with my “The Long Way Home“ comic, my “Scandi Flick“ poster, more single artworks of the trio and a bit more in 2023! Please stay tuned if you want a copy of the book for yourself! ♥︎ I’d like to add the pre-release cover as well:

A few words by the author (yeah, that’s me): This time my goal was to write/create/draw a sweet, funny, and heartwarming comic about the trio focused on a simple car ride. In typical fashion of all the comics I do, you won’t find any action based scenes or rude stuff (also I’m no native speaker, but you shouldn’t notice that while reading!). As a result the trio acts a lot nicer and definitely more helpful than in real Grand Tour episodes. The three guys have a super big place in my heart ♡ and because of that, once again, all I could create is something cute and adorable (I could never be mean to them!). Also not everything can be accurate, I have never been to James’s Pub, the Diddly Squat Farm Shop, inside Jeremy’s car or at a car show myself. I had a few reference photos, but 90% of this comic is drawn by memory and how I imagine environments. Anyway, I still hope that I got everyone in character, recognisable and enjoyable for you to look at! Stuff you might have missed:

On the outside of Jeremy’s farm shop you can spot Sansa and Arya, who were puppies when I started working on this comic, so I kept them that way…I am always happy when I spot a photo of the two on Jeremy’s Instagram! ♥︎

Actually everything in that comic takes part in the past, as I was working on it way too long...

Jeremy explains that it’s lucky to turn right at the start of a journey. Of course it’s from the Grand Tour Mongolia Special.

The numberplate on Jezza’s car is a pun on "Jeremy Clarkson 1 Diddly Squat Farm", in case you haven’t already noticed. I thought that’s funny.

James talks about fish finger sandwiches, he posted about them on his Twitter and FoodTribe accounts several times in the past and it’s a really nice and easy dish I like to eat as well!

The CDs in Jeremy’s glovebox are "Supertramp - Crime of the Century", "Yes - The Yes Album", "The Who - Who’s Next", "Genesis - Seconds Out", some album by Eric Clapton you cannot read and "Pink Floyd - The Dark Side of the Moon". Despite my age, these are all albums and bands I absolutely love and I think he does as well. ～♡

I had to make something up for the broken air conditioning, something like that is always happening on their journeys (especially in James’s cars!). I’m sure after the events of the comic, it was completely fine again! ^◡^

They always take photos of themselves sleeping and post it somewhere online, this time it was my chance to draw a scene of that! I enjoyed working on that one! Hehehehe...

Jeremy and James’s painful high-five I got from the Grand Tour Colombia Special

In James’s Pub Hammond gets served Spag Bol (yeah, I have this from "Oh Cook!") and Jeremy ordered the infamous fish pie. The reason why I’ve chosen two different meals is that Richard doesn’t like fish, a running gag I keep constant in all of my comics. Also it can be taken as a reference to "The Perfect Road Trip".

James’s apron I spotted in "Lochdown", I think it really suits him! ♥︎

And this time there’s even a moral of the story: Don’t drink and drive!

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

you called me a friend and that has given me the courage to step out of the anon mask lol

YEAH EXACTLY. HE SPENT THE whole day looking for his daughter and then reliving painful memories! i felt so bad for him

cheers to living life as hopeless romantics lol

I KNOW RIGHT, (studying psychiatry just for them if we lived in that universe)

JERSEY. im not kidding, i spent like a week being emotional over the jersey ending, my parents were genuinely concerned 😭

nani has a Father Face!! yes!! and i've spent an embarrassing amount of time watching his interviews, and he's SO GOOD WITH KIDS. it's so cute honestly

yay for intellectual conversations via tumblr asks!! i've been overanalysing this movie almost constantly in my head for the past 4 days so this was really fun, ily <3

fun fact: i wanted to know when you replied to my ask, so i kept having to open your account, right? so after a point i just typed "gay" onto my searchbar to find your account lol

another fun fact, i was scrolling through your desiposting tag bc it was fun and saw "saturday night fever" and. i haven't heard this song in years, okay, i didn't even remember that such a song existed in that movie. but it still instantly played in my head with A Tune, and i googled the song to see if i remembered the tune somehow or if i was just making stuff up, AND IT WAS THE RIGHT TUNE. sure brain. remember all random tunes but not the shit i study for exams.

fellow pjo fan!! hi!! and i love your opinions on taylor swift!! FRIEND!!!!!

i apologise for the oversharing but i have very recently found telugu people on tumblr and i'm Very Excited, if you need me to back off, pls lmk and i will!

welcome to the other side............................!

2. I KNOWWWWWWW they really put nani in The Most situations ever give the man a break !! they need to put every character in counseling immediately after the cameras stop rolling

3. 🥂🥂 its tough but its real

5. NO WAYYY that is so funny but also <33333

6. HE ISSSSSSS when he did krishna gaadi veera prema gaadha and played with the kids all the time...................... where can i find a man like him fr

7. awhh i love you too<33 i always love talking about movies its so so fun

8. LMAOOOOOO honestly this is the end goal and vision. my moniker is gay as it should be and the universe is right

9. RIGHT its such a sleeper agent song i never remember it Until I Do. but yeah at that point i didnt know when i could go back to india and i remembered we would sing it while running and it made me Emotionanal. but i got to go back which was nice!! different problems but it still feels good to go home

10. omg!!!!!!!!!!! we are holding hands and skipping in a circle............ FRIEND!!!

11. no youre COMPLETELY fine i do the exact same thing<333 you dont need to back off at all, its incredibly fun to talk to you !!!

[noaheadiegamedev]

Basil

Species: Wingless Owlkin

Homeworld: Blueperch

Pronouns: They/Them

“Look at my funny little hat. Yes, I know it’s funny. But isn’t it kinda cool, too?”

Backstory after the jump.

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Michael: Good morning, folks! Michael Moonrust here. Joining us is Basilwood Stonethorn, the newest member of the Thrasher League!

Basil: Please, call me Basil.

M: Sure thing, Basil. Now, tell us a bit about yourself. Folks at home have already read your thrasher sheet, so they know what you can do. Now they're ready to learn what you're about.

B: As they should.

M: That's the spirit! So, what got you into magic?

B: When I was little, my mother took me with her when she'd get her feathers done. They had a few early issues of Arcane Arts Annual in the waiting chamber. The covers caught my eye, so I picked one up - issue five, I think - and started reading. Beautiful stuff in there - rune-reading guides, energy crystal reviews, potion recipes, tips for writing your own grimoire, full-spread photos of combustion spells, magic circle diagrams, the works. But what really caught my eye, was this page in the back for beginner magicians, for how to do a basic conjuration spell - using a prism and a tuning fork to conjure a cloud of someone's favorite color. I uh, I still feel a bit guilty about this, but I actually ripped the page out and snuck it home.

M: You didn't!

B: [Hooting in laughter] Yeah, I was a right little scamp back then.

M: So did you try it?

B: Oh, yeah, and I was terrible at it, terrible! I barely got a cloud at all, and it was always the wrong color.

M: No kidding.

B: Yeah, but something about it was really exciting. When I got it to work it was... well, it was magic. I got really into it. So for my birthday, mom got me a children's sorcery kit - one of those thirty-cred deals with a bunch of single-use aura crystals, tiny packets of ashes and salts, all that jazz - and a cast-your-own grimoire with some cute little prewritten conjures and divinations. And it all kinda went from there. I think I still have that grimoire somewhere, in the attic or something.

M: And now you're on the cover of Arcane Arts Annual.

B: And now I'm on the cover of Arcane, yeah. That's a riot.

M: So, where did you go for magic academy? What was your thesis?

B: Oh, yeah, I didn't go for that. I'm basically self-taught.

M: Really now?

B: Yeah, I just read books and articles and stuff. Occasionally I'd post on a web coven when I got stuck on something.

M: And how did you figure that all out? Isn't magic really, well, complex, and subtle?

B: I mean, some of the really top shelf, high mana stuff, sure, but mostly no. Once you understand the basics, there's a lot you can just kinda guess at and see what happens. If you've ever painted, or meditated, or coded, I'd say the process is somewhere between those three.

M: You must have had a lot of talent to be able to pick up on all of that yourself.

B: Actually, no, and that's kinda why I'm here, right? I wanna show folks at home that anyone can do magic. Really good and original magic, too. I've come to realize that there isn't really such a thing as talent, in the sense that people have or don't have it, and that it's the primary barrier to doing really cool stuff. So many people live with that belief, and they end up limiting themselves artificially. The thing we call talent, is really just lucky guesses at how to build up a skill. I, honestly, just kinda guessed at what would and wouldn't work - and for a few years, they were all just total miscasts. I only got as far as I did, not because I had 'the right stuff' in me all along, but because I persevered through all the failures and trusted that, if I just stuck with it and practiced in a productive way, eventually I'd actually be able to cast something for real. And that's me, and now I'm here. I think anyone can do that.

M: Huh, wow, that's really something. I never thought of it like that, I suppose.

B: It's totally understandable, most folks have that assumption.

M: Well, tell me then, why are you fighting in an arena to show people this? We're glad you're here, but why didn't you just, say, write a book?

B: Uhhh, cause fighting is badass. Duh.

M: Hey, fair enough! Well, it looks like you've got a clear sense of purpose, and you know what you wanna do and how to do it. Thank you for joining us today, Basil.

B: Thank you for having me.

[daniels-rwby-blog]

RWBY V9E7 Reaction

Chapter 7

Content warning baby!!

The perils of paper houses.

Alright well that's a title for sure.

Still haven't skipped an intro, Casey is doing amazing this volume.

And an origami bird, cute

Seriously? They have them kiss last episode just to have a rough breakup this episode? Are you kidding me? Lazy, lazy writing.

.

April Fools, now back to the ep

Yang is a cannon snorer

Adorable.

Ruby starting the PTSD strong

What he late for?

He lives in a paper town, that's amazing

JAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZ, god i need this soundtrack so much

paper pleasers

Wow, the subtlety is out.

Jaune went crazy, confirmed.

The idea of him talking to team RWBY dolls for years is hilarious.

This is crazy, you're crazy.

They all think you're crazy.

NEPTUNE CALL BACK YOOO

Little is sooo cute with that face full of food.

Weiss forever the pessimist.

Exposition paper is exposition.

Everyone is so fluid at the little cafe, the animation is great this volume.

Once again the tree is referred to as a character and a person not a tree.

Ohhh nothing you say? I Think Not.

And yeah jaune has definitely gone nuts, his outburst confirms that.

And neo attacks, and i feel like something was cut there from what Wiess said but oh well, fight scene is awesome.

That knight and knight action, the bee tag team, the punch cut *chef's kiss*

Wiess getting launched wow.

And then the problem.

That clock of crescent rose was so juxtaposed I love it.

NEOOOOO!!!!

Finger guns yeeeeaaaaahhhh

well power upgrade confirmed.

But that fight was great, my favorite this season. Every beat was matched, each character got enough time, we saw some crazy combos, and Wiess got yeeted like team rocket. Not having ruby in the action leaves a lot of room for other stuff, kinda like it from a visual standpoint.

So ruby's PTSD: yeah that's a thing. And 

And jaunes scream and ensuing breakdown. 

Ruby's losing it yeaaaaah.

This outburst into everyone's faces, i think we're seeing what should have happened in apathy way back in V6. But it's a little strange ruby's just been playing off the bees, after her comment earlier. But then jaunes Talkback, like he's not wrong and i think it's okay he's treating her on more his level, like he's obviously way older than them now, but he's not matured at all, he still sees them as his equals deep down, and he still goes for her, even if he does apologize afterwords.

But let's break that down; Lindsay did a great job btw.

So she goes straight to Wiess, with Jaune and home, then the bees, and the rebuttal from jaunes the height difference the framing of the tears.

Ruby yooooo. 

The shut up, the deeper voice,

The look on everyone's face, blakes ears God it's a good scene. 

And then she flipping flies out.

And the sinking paper in the background.

The concept art for this one looks amazing, this was a really cool location and as much as the paper pleasers were short lived, they funny enough filled Their place in the exposition, and the integration of tales of ever-after stuff Is welcomed. 

alright, I've got a theory cooking so stay tuned for that, guys this is a lore dump ep so it's gonna be a long one.

EDIT: I JUST LOOKED UP THE CREDIT FOR THE PURPLE ONE AND IT'S FUCKING CIEL'S VA?!?!?!??? GET THE CAT ON THE PHONE SHE CAME BACK IN A NOTABLE WAY OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships I found this in my drafts from ages ago. Too funny not to continue it. Anyways-

Elsa should have said no, she wished she had said no. But it would hurt her poor bestfriend's feelings if she had refused. This is only a one-time thing, atleast. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? She would only be wearing those trendy cat ears everyone in their school had been talking about. Almost everyone in the campus had been posting selfies of them looking cute (note, Elsa's sarcasm) on their social media. (Not that she was unaware of it, it's a trend for crying out loud!) It was kind of an anime girl thing, as they would say. (Not to mention, having that anime girl pose Elsa wasn't interested in doing so) and she was nevee interested in those things.

Okay, maybe Anna had dragged her in her room to binge-watch AOT one time. One time.

Elsa never does these trendy stuffs, ever. Not until a certain brunette that goes by the name, 'Katherine Shalazar' barged into the school council room when she was JUST about to text her, and told her to wear them to hop on the trend. She intended to refuse and say that it was not her style to wear those, but she thought she was overreacting a bit? Just because she was raised to be a proper, sophisticated ingenue (she hated that word, especially when her father says it) does not mean she couldn't wear an accessory. Kath was only asking for one picture anyway. Just one picture.

But what that little goose mom never said, that she would wear it with him. (AKA, Jackson Overland Frost. Mr. Frost-headed dumbass as she would call him, in her head. Okay, maybe she actually calls him that sometimes.)

Screw you, Shalazar... Elsa cursed in her mind.

"Come on, Elsa!" Katherine urged, still holding the two cat ears she and Jack would wear. Elsa paid no attention to what she said, on her mind was what would that frost-headed dumbass look like with those ears on. She peered over her shoulder, and caught a sight of him playing with his phone and paying no attention to what exactly is happening.

He would look freakishly adorable with these on! I refuse to see him like that, ofcourse!

Her cheeks turned red and she looked away from him. She refuses to let her heart flutter at the sight of him. She was the ice princess as the whole school would call her. She refuses to let him melt her icy heart that easily. (She had these feelings for him for years, but STILL!)

It's pretty funny, actually.. Frost melting the ice

Why did he have to be so.. fine? Sweet?

I don't know.

Kath, (innocent, clueless Kath) noticed her cheeks getting red. She smiled reassuringly to her friend. "Come on, don't be shy! I won't post this, I promise! This is between the three of us."

Elsa smiled. She just thought I was shy..

She was shy, though. But not about the 'posting-it-on-social-media' thing. It was around Jack. Either that, or she just couldn't resist the sight of him wearing cat ears. Sometimes she wished he wasn't very adorable.

Sometimes.

But, maybe this will get him to confess to me. I've seen most men in this school confess to me. Some were women. If he falls for me and confesses today, I win.

Meanwhile, Jack, was still on his phone. Elsa would think he's scrolling through his twitter while listening to Folklore. He wasn't into romantic songs, or soft tunes, as she'd observed, but Jack played the album a little too quite a lot recently. He told her it relaxes his brain a bit. And he has gone through a lot enough to relate to mirrorball.

She was right about both parts, though. But she didn't know he was desperately trying to calm himself by distracting himself with his phone. It managed to distract him from his homeworks one time, so it should work. He should stop thinking about her. Still, he couldn't get rid of the image of her wearing those ears. He was so deep in thought about it that he never paid attention to whatever Katherine was telling Elsa.

This was not the distraction he asked for.

She's going to wear them. As if her pouting face wasn't cute enough, and she's doing this to me!

He had only agreed to do this because he wanted to see her in them. (One of the reasons. The main reason was he didn't want to upset Kath, also, it'd be pretty fun hopping on trends)

But he also saw this as an opportunity to charm Elsa. She was one hard girl to impress. Evey things he's done had no effect on her. She always kept a straight face, even when he accidentally pinned her against a wall. (Jack means it. It was genuinely an accident.) Or, the time where he wiped a tiny smudge off of her face. She nodded and said a small "thank you"

But atleast she let him be close enough to touch her lips (wich he had never forgotten) and let him lick his finger before doing it. She probably thought he was being a gentlemen, wich he was. But that was it.

But the event that had occured after that left him stunned that Hiccup had to walk him home.

~~

It was a usual afternoon walk after school. Him leaving the student council office after some president work was done, waving his friends goodbye and head home. It was a daily basis now, actually. But a certain platinum blonde made those days special.

Especially, after what had happened at lunch.

Jack didn't want to think about it too much, but she has never let a man get that close to her before. (He touched her lips, for crying out loud!) But he may be overreacting a bit. Maybe? Or it's just his crush. He doesn't even know if it is a crush anymore.

All he did was be nice. That's all.

"Frost."

Jack's train of thoughts was interrupted (thank god, Jack thought) when the certain lady he was just thinking about had called him.. by his last name. That's when he knows he messed something up. She calls him Jack, all the time. Sometimes, she calls him "Mr. Frost-headed dumbass" wich he was not very impressed by. Not even a little.

He turned around, seeing her stand in front of him. Her posture had straightened, her hands joined together on her lap. Her hair was in her usual french braid (sometimes she'd wear a bun) that laid there flawlessly even after all of the work and studies. She liked keeping her hair flawlessly in place. And he liked that too. He caught a glimpse of her eyes, and oh, did he mention how beautiful it was? It was like a frozen pond, inviting you, pulling you in deep its piercing cold waters, drowning you in them forever.

He was whipped. No shit.

"Yeah, hi." Jack began, akwardly.

"I would like to thank you, again. For what happened at lunch earlier."

Jack chuckled, "You don't have to do that again.. all I did was wipe a little bit of cajun off your face. That's all.."

Elsa stared him down, intently. She paid attention to the tone of his words, and how he moved and clearly he was nervous.

"I've never let a man do that before. Most of them just tell me when I've got something on my face.."

Jack scratched the back of his head. "It's not that deep, actually. I was being nice."

"I know. But I'm strictly cautious around men. You're my first... male friend. That's why I let you.. was I overreactive?"

"No, not at all.."

Elsa nodded in acknowledgement. "But, just because I consider you a friend, doesn't mean you're getting away with it that easily. Like I said, I am strictly cautious of men."

Elsa walked closer to him, gracefully and tranquil. She leaned closer to him anf reacher her hand out. Jack was watching her, a little stunned.

Elsa stared down at his lips, the next thing he felt was her thumb brushing softly on his lower lip, just like what he did with hers.

"Now, we're even." She smiled, before leaning away. "Have a safe trip on the way home, Jack."

With that, she walked away.

What the both of them never knew, was they were both screaming iternally, not being able to process what had just happened.

"Hiccup.."

"What?"

"I'm in deep shit."

"Sucks. Want me to take you home?"

"Yes, please."

~~

"Alright!" Katherine cheered, after putting the cat ears on Jack and Elsa (forcefully, but no one had to know)

"Are we taking the photos individually, Kath?" Elsa asked, praying silently to every living god in heaven that she would say yes.

But, the gods must hate her.

"No, you both are in the picture together!"

Elsa nodded in understanding.

Together?! There is no way in hell I'd take a picture with him close to me!

Elsa turned around, as if she never heard her thoughts. She faced Jack making faces in the mirror.

He looks very adorable! What am I going to do now? What do I say to him? Just what the hell is he doing? Why do I find this man adorable? He's wearing cat ears! CAT EARS!

"Elsa look! I'm a cat!" Jack exclaimed, being his usual playful self. "Meow!"

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITHELOOKSSOCUTE-----

"Nice. It suits you." Elsa responded to him with a small smile. She breathed in sharply, trying to calm herself, slow down her rapidly beating heart. She tried not to think about Jack too much, and checked herself out in the mirror.

SHE THINKS IT'S NICE?! Jack was iternally dying, as we speak. He wasn't used to women actually complimenting him, instead of asking him to marry them. He has had enough of that one transfer student, Lianna asking for a hand in marriage, every goddamn time. Good thing it cooled down a bit, though.

SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL IN IT Jack mentally screamed, watching her check herself in the mirror, fixing the ears. She turned around to face him, in her usual elegant manner. "What do you think?" She asked him.

What do I think? I think that you should take those off because IT IS ACTUALLY KILLING ME TO SEE YOU SO FLAWLESS IN THEM!!!

"It's okay. You look pretty." Jack responded.

That was actually smooth! Now she thinks I think she's pretty, wich I do. But she's more than pretty. She doesn't have to know that for a while, though. Jack was smirking as soon as he turned his back on her.

He thinks it's pretty?- no, he thinks I'M pretty! Her face turned red. But he never seemed stunned, sure, he said she looked pretty but she had expected a more genuine stunned reaction. Like how he reacted when she had brushed her thumb softly through his lower lip. (She really intended to do that, and she couldn't believe she did.)

"Thank you, Jack." She replied to him calmly.

Atleast he thought she was pretty.

"Look at me! I'm also a cat!" Katherine exclaimed to the both of them. Jack smiled at her, warm and genuine. "You're a kitten!" He patted her head, causing her to giggle a bit. Jack laughed along with her and pretended to scratch her chin. Kath reached her hand out to him and scratched his head.

What. Is going on. Elsa questioned, trying not to let the situation happening in front of her faze her. She wouldn't call it Jealousy. She'd often brush it off as "hating the straights". Did she ever feel better with that excuse? No. Those two aren't even together, and no way in hell is Jack straight as a ruler.

Straight as a bendy ruler, probably.

"Are we going to take the picture or are you two just going to roleplay as cats? These ears are getting uncomfty." Elsa complained, pretending to fix the fake cat ears.

"Killjoy." Kath muttered. "Anyways, get in place, you two!"

Out of all people I could've taken a picture with..

Why her?

Why him?

Their thoughts spoke the same language: Frustrated.

But as their friend had told them so, they both obliged, standing beside each other ever so akwardly like they were strangers getting to know each other on the very first day of school.

Kath frowned. "Come on, guys! You both look so stiff! Step closer to each other!"

Elsa sighed.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, and breathe out... you can do this..

Elsa stepped closer to him, looking as calm as ever like her brain hadn't been rattling and screaming as if pots and pans and loud sirens were mixed together.

She's stepping closer to me HOLYSHITSHE'SSTEPPINGCLOSERTOME! Behind the nonchalant smile, those were Jack's thoughts screaming for dear life. He was madly inlove with this woman he would break his limbs to make her break a smile. And that was the problem.

He was madly inlove with her to even think happy thoughts to get distracted, because she is one of his happiest thoughts.

"Okay. Better make this quick. I'm uncomfy wuth these things.." Jack stated, pretending to fix his cat ears.

He lied. He was not uncomfortable with the ears, but the person beside him wearing the same thing. There was only one thing for him to say to make this little love game unbeknownst to the both of them an easy win.

"You look adorable." Jack feigned casuality, and that was it.

WHAT?!

*Click*

And at the worst time ever possible on the planet earth, the picture was taken.

It was Jack, looking affectionately yet also so casually at her, and she was staring at him just with the same feeling with her eyes wide and heated crimson cheeks.

I HATE YOU, KATH!! Elsa screamed in her thoughts. Half-meant.

Katherine laughed. "SUCH PERFECT SCENERY!!"

[ticklepinions]

7 Things I Love About Nick Nelson

A/N: Okay. Scary stuff but trying something new. Idk what I'm doing tbh.

Word Count: ~700

Dear diary,

My therapist thought it would be a good idea to write things I care about to help ease my ~crippling depression~ haha. And one of the things I care about most is, Nick…

There's a lot to love about him…

Entry 1: His smile

I remember it like it was yesterday; walking into home form and seeing his smile for the first time… Definitely would have been my gay awakening if I knew him when I was younger. 

His smile just… Just makes me feel warm inside. Like a million butterflies are swirling around inside me. And that stupid lil smirk of his is enough to make me dizzy. 

Entry 2: His eyes

He doesn't think I notice but he stares at me a lot… Personally I don't think there's much to look at. But I guess it feels nice to have someone not take their eyes off of you. Maybe my hair was messed up? But he does that every chance he gets… Is my hair messed up all the time??? 

Whenever I decide to catch him in the act he looks away shyly and a blush creeps up on his face. He's adorable

Entry 3: His Arms

He teases me about it all the time, but can you blame a boy :(? The first time I saw him in a tank top I thought I was going to die. They're just so massive… And he likes picking me up, honestly wish he did it more- The way he squeezes me tight in a hug is just- I love him so much

Entry 4: His kindness

I thought he was like the other rugby boys, and so did my friends. But he just has this gentleness about him. Tao called him a himbo but he's far from being a complete idiot (although he is still my idiot <3). Elle said he was like a golden retriever and I think that's just a better fit. He's just so happy to be around his friends and help out anyway he can. Like today he helped an older person cross the street- in the rain! He even gave them his umbrella. Come to think of it… Why is it a common thing for him to be soaking wet in the rain? Maybe Tao was right-

Entry 5: He's tall

Yeah- that's it <3.

Entry 6: He Loves Me

He's not afraid to be around me like Ben was. He holds my hand when we're walking. He's always kissing me and telling me he loves me. I just. I feel safe with him and he's made me so happy. 

Entry 7: His laugh

It's really one of my favourite sounds. When he finds something really funny his nose scrunches up and his face goes all red! I got several bruises from him slapping my knee cause he was tickled by one of Tao's jokes. Speaking of tickling, he's very sensitive. It's really cute. He gets all jumpy and snorts when I tickle his armpits. I love it when he laughs when we're kissing. 

Today we were watching a movie and I tuned out for two seconds and next thing I knew I was on the floor. The mad lad pulled me down because he was absolutely hysterical. He doesn't get laughing fits that often but a reminder to self; stay at least 6 feet away unless you want to be collateral damage. 

I haven't heard his laugh today, time to change that

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The boys sat in Charlie's room, Nick finishing up some of his math homework and Charlie sat on his bed journaling. 

"Have I told you how much I hate math" Nick groaned as he bit his pencil in concentration.

"Only about a hundred times…" Charlie retorted, closing his notebook.

"Why don't you take a break? I think I know what'll make you feel better"

Nick grinned, excited to get some well-deserved kisses, but Charlie had other plans...

(Spoiler alert: Nick did get his kisses, but those weren't what took his breath away ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

[eggmeralda]

15 mutuals 15 questions

tagged by @skelkankaos thanks :D

1. Are you named after anyone? not that I know of

2. When was the last time you cried?

(I had this saved in my notes a few days ago when the last time I cried was bc I was laughing at a memory, but inconveniently I forgot to post it in time and now the new last time I cried was last night and also today lol. but I'll still keep what I wrote before bc it's happier:)

basically my sister has this MASSIVE toy golden retriever puppy and he's really cute and this one time I was sitting at the top of the stairs holding him but I accidentally let go and he fell and like. he is so big and it caused such destruction. and I was like "OH MY GOD" and my sister in the other room was like "NO HE HASN'T FALLEN DOWN YHE STAIRS HAS HE" and for some reason it absolutely ruined my whole life like I'm literalyl laughing while typing this rn it's not even that funny but just the image I have in my head is ingrained there forever. anyway I was talking about with my sister again a few days ago and started crying and couldn't even finish my sentence

3. Do you have kids? no

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? sometimes but I'm usually so bad at getting the balance between sarcastic and convincing so people think I'm being serious and it is Pain, so I don't do it that much

5. What sports do you play/have played? at school I remember doing rounders, tennis, football, netball and rugby and probably other stuff. but I'm ngl I may not have fully played any sport since then dkfjdkf

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I'm like the least perceptive person I'll only really notice something if it's glaringly obvious

7. What’s your eye color? green

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I guess happy endings, if a film is kind of sad I at least like an ambiguous ending so there's a bit of hope.

idm like creepy/scary or like. horrifying endings (the only example I can think of is Threads lol) but most of my favourite films have happy or ambiguous endings

9. Any special talents? can play any tune on an instrument based on just hearing it

also being able to remember my entire life in detail from since I was 13 (though idk if it's a talent or a curse lol)

10. Where were you born? not to dox myself but the local hospital (somewhere in southern england)

11. What are your hobbies? listening to music and zoning out, thinking about ocs and the made up country they come from, watching the golden ratio dogs all day, watching like 3 hours of coronation street a day (<- needs to get a real hobby or a job)

12. Do you have pets? sadly not

13. How tall are you? 5'8/173cm I think? I was 173cm when I was 12 and I haven't really grown much since then tbh so it's probably around the same

14. Favorite subject in school? music or spanish

15. Dream job? archivist is what I aspire to be but in the ideal society I'd be collecting trolleys in a supermarket car park

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[jungwnies]

hello maeby baby! the sell went pretty well for it to be my first! ^^ this week i rested cause last week i was putting up all nighters everyday making sure everything was ready, i finally watched season 4 of stranger things ngl i hesitated a lot cause I can’t do horror and i heard that this season was pretty tough and i did not what to end up traumatized but thanks to the internet i was able to skip the bad parts haha

and nope! my birthday is on august 20th so no birthday yet, literally in a few minutes haha, i will be getting lunch with my friends (4 of them + mom and sister) and then one of them it’s staying over and we’ll have a lil pijama party haha, looking forward to it u.u

have you watched stranger things? or what’s a show that you watched recently? (im also watching extraordinary attorney woo, im on episode 8 but took a pause to finish stranger things in like two days and a half haha)

also before I forget, YES! there was a lot of homework ;( but I managed to do it all :D oh! and also my teacher followed my Instagram store for my clay stuff, i find it both funny and cute cause she doesn’t really understand that much of the words (cause it’s in my mother tongue) but she still comments in korean on my posts (which is also funny cause most of my followers are my friends so it’s basically friends + my teacher haha idk I think it’s cute)

how have you been? anything interesting you want to share? >.< im all ears hehe

you know the drill; drink yo' water, stretch, eat a snack/meal, listen to some tunes, reST and enjoy yourself cutie <33

*hugs through the screen* love you! *kisses forehead*

-🧸 anon

hi anon !! im so glad to hear that your sales went well :) i knew you were capable of being successful with selling <3

also happy birthday anon (everyone say happy birthday!!) hopefully your lunch goes well with your friends and family, i am there in spirit... pajama parties are so fun, but unfortunately i never really have friends over at my house because i prefer being alone all the time LOL although i wish you lots of fun with your pajama party !!

also yes i have watched stranger things, i watched it when the new season was released, it was so good but it left me quite emotional... i never really cry but i cried so much with the last few episodes! it was just too good :'(

i also recently finished extraordinary attorney woo, (literally yesterday) it's definitely one of the best k-dramas i've watched and i believe there will be a season 2 which has me super hyped! i'm glad that you got to do your homework, and your teacher seems like a complete sweetheart hehe so cute.

recently i've been good but the upcoming school year has been stressing me out a little bit 😅 i have a few projects to complete already and school hasn't even fully began, but i'll get it done eventually LOL i'm going swimming in a few hours which has always been one of my favorite things, and i've been studying korean nonstop everyday for when i get to go there finally (hopefully it's soon!)

same goes for you my lovely anon <3 make sure to take care of yourself and i wish your small business the most success! make sure to enjoy your birthday to the fullest and thing about nothing but yourself because today is your day and no one should have the power to ruin it!

love you too anonnie, xoxo 💋

[desertdiscs]

I am so chill and normal about q.smp (has watched/skimmed 5 diff day 1 povs and 2 diff day 2 povs) (i am so not normal about this it's so embarrassing actually bc like i am 10x more obsessed than anyone else i know)

(it's kinda nice tho bc since they're stream vods i can just play in the bg while i do work and don't have to worry much if i tune it out while they're alone)

I've been livetweeting a lot but tldr;

they're so unhinged and nothing is off limits I'm obsessed. so glad we have relationship histories, flirting, and gay sex and circumcision as canon already. shout-out to m.ariana for literally making his intro a dating profile. can we finally start shipping characters w/o ppl acting like you're breaking the law now.

w.ilbur is so embarrassing but like. it's endearing and his entire pov had me giggling and excitable like a kid w too much candy

c.harlie is HILARIOUS no matter who he's with, truly. language barriers does Not stop it! he's so peak comedy honestly, I'm so glad q added him.

I'm still learning abt l.uzu but I'm so obsessed w his design and his convos i have seen and understood have been fun!! obsessed w how his first response to will trolling him is to "in 20 days, destroy everything he loves." His convos w P.hil were super chill but nice to listen to and I'm excited 2 see more of him!! esp since he seems to alr be leaning into the RP. I get the feeling as a Wil fan that I'm gonna like him a lot, more than i already do. (I hope they develop a gay ass rivalry when W.ilbur gets back bc I cannot see this going any other way but Will getting SO EXCITED to obsessively beef w him.)

P.HIL CALLING R.OIER A PUPPY WHEN HE TRIED TO THREATEN HIM IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AGDNBDNFJF LITERALLY 0 SHITS GIVEN. literally just sat there shaking his head smiling and humoring r.oier and m.issa. dad-coded fr. (semi-related but i still can't believe L.UZU IS 37 AND THE OLDEST ON THE SERVER?? I THOUGHT HE WAS LIKE. WILL'S AGE.)

f.oolish and m.ariana 😭 i did not see the s.quidcraft event that they became boyfriends at nor do I care to but i am so obsessed w them already. I care they... they're so CUTE and the DRAMA btwn them... i can't help it. I'm weak. I love it.

r.oier is so fucking funny man. his humor seems to be like 90% sex jokes and i am HERE FOR IT. (i have the humor of a 12yo boy <3)

v.egetta is SO NICE wtf... fucked up. I think i read he wants to start a cult but like idec. start ur cult king u deserve it!! (giving big c.rowfather vibes if true tho but like. that's a vibe so.) idk much else abt him so far tho other than he became a stripper and pole danced for f.oolish and co. yesterday and is Absolutely making sex jokes too tho so! am v interested to learn more.

q teaching the eng speakers absolutely kills me inside. My Spanish is like, Spanish 1 level but like, i know enough from growing up around it that certain stuff he says I'm like 😭 oh no... oh no. it's so funny tho esp when f.oolish just repeats what he says w/o knowing what it means. god bless. I'm super excited 2 see where he takes all of this tho and what he does w his characters!!

I only caught glimpses of r.ubius yday but I'm so fascinated by his character. super excited to see where this goes.