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babbushka · 4 years

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omg mrs z!! "saddle up, doll" + flip could be life changing :') however, i understand if you don't want to write it bc i know that you're posting some flip oneshots later :') you're too kind to us :') have a good brunch!

Anonymous said: Howdy! How about Buck with your cowboy, Flip? ;) Thank you for coming up with such fun ideas!!! & I sent in the Buck prompt with cowboy Flip lol. I just saw the prompt “Saddle up, Doll.” My mind is really running with this now lol!

(1.7k, semi-public sex, dirty talk/name calling, its seedy lol)

You’re good at it, pool. Real damn good at it, if Flip’s anything of a judge. You call out the pockets and then you hit them, impressing everyone in the smoky bars you like to visit. Flip’s impressed, impressed with the way you chalk up the pool cue, the way you walk around the table, a hand trailing along the velvety surface.

He’s hard in his jeans, watching you. He knows you do this on purpose, the bending over. Low-cut tops that show your pretty tits all pushed up in your bra, practically begging to be kissed, bitten, sucked. Tight fitting pants that hug your ass, or even better – skirts too short that he can see your panties when you bend over just enough.

You’re wearing one of those skirts now.

And you’re bending over more than enough.

He knows you know what you do to him, because you’re always looking over your shoulder at him with a pretty smile, a devious smile, a knowing smile. You know he knows you know.

He blows smoke through his nose and hazes up the bar, and fuck, he’s hard.

“Five in the corner pocket, three in the left side.” You announce, angling up something of an impossible trick.

Crack!

He can feel it in his balls how fucking sexy you are, how suggestive all this is. You make the shot, and look over at him. Not so impossible, you say with your smirk, and Flip just has to fucking have you.

“Eight ball, corner pocket.” Still looking at Flip, you announce to your opponent. They’re nobodies, some guys who had really given you and Flip a run for your money, but in the end – crack! – lost.

“Good game.” Flip shakes hands with the guys, and he prays they can’t feel how clammy he is, how pent up he is for you in that handshake.

They return the sentiment, and the second that you hang up the pool cues, he’s got an arm around you and is walking you back back back into the dark, into the employee only hallway, past some doors and around a corner.

You’re giggling, hands already prying open the fly of his jeans, already tugging out his cock. It’s some kind of office, something left unlocked. You wonder how many other people get fucked back here, but it doesn’t stop you. You’ve been aching to have your pussy filled for hours now, ever since he came in you at the house before leaving to go out for drinks with some friends who wound up bailing anyway.

“How do you want me?” You ask as he quickly works your shirt over your head, nearly tears at the clasps of your bra.

You sigh happily when your breasts can rest naturally, sigh even happier when Flip’s immediately drawn to them, nuzzles his face into your cleavage as you stroke at his cock, hot and heavy and throbbing in your hand.

“Bounce on my dick, I want to see your tits move.” He grumbles before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, hard.

Your free hand flies to his hair, holds him against you as you push him down down down to the floor. It’s seedy here, but that’s okay, you’re seedy sometimes. Loud music spills in from the main bar area, but all you can hear is the thumping base that makes your pussy tingle as you straddle his hips.

“You got it cowboy.” You grin, letting him lay flat back against the floor. He’s fully dressed, right down to those sexy cowboy boots of his he’s always strutting around in. The lights pulse red neon around you in the office, and you grind your hips against his cock, feel it through the cotton of your underwear.

“Mmm, saddle up ketsl,” Flip tucks his arms behind his head, playfully bucks his hips up against your pussy, “You’re in for a ride.”

You gasp out a laugh from the surprise feeling, and immediately go to unbutton your little denim skirt.

“No, leave it on. And your panties.” He instructs as he licks his lips. “I want them soaked and sticky until we get home.”

You nod, bat your lashes at him as you simply tug your panties to one side and waste no time sinking down onto his dick. You’re wet, so wet and stretched, so it’s easy. You like that, you think to yourself, you like being easy for him.

“Oh fuck, Flip – your cock’s so fuckin’ big honey.” You moan as your pussy grips him, clenches around his length when he bottoms out inside you. You rub a hand over your lower stomach, imagining for a minute that you can feel him in there, pushing your insides around, rearranging your guts to fit.

“Still sore from earlier?” He asks as you begin to move on his cock, undulating your hips to the beat of the music.

“Uh huh.” You moan, head tipping backwards, pushing your tits out. You know he likes them, loves them, wants to come all over them all the time. There’s some dried come on them now, if anyone looked close enough.

“Good.” He grunts, planting those boots of his onto the floor and bucking up hard with his hips, making you yelp a little, making you gasp, making you moan.

Fuck he loves to listen to you moan.

“You’re mean to me.” You whine, biting at your lips as he meets you thrust for thrust, the head of his cock knocking against your cervix and making your knees turn squeeze his sides.

“Tell me about it ketsl,” He wants to kiss you, so he sits up there on the floor, wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Your hands immediately tangle into his hair as you press open mouthed kisses to his jawline, spit-slick and hot. “Let me hear you.”

“Oh! Ah – hh – I -- ” You try, but you can’t, because this angle lets you move faster, and you’re bouncing in earnest, your pussy squelching and throbbing around him, pulsing, blazing on his cock that’s oozing into you.

“Faster honey.” He bites at your cheek, catches your lips with his own and licks into your mouth slowly while your body shakes shakes shakes around him hard, “Moan into my mouth and go faster.”

“Fffffffflip -- yesyesyes.” You pant, gasp, whine into his mouth while you grind and roll and fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re such a fucking whore aren’t you? Bending over for anyone to see, I should have fucked you over the pool table.” He growls, that possessive flare bubbling up inside of him, fueled only by the way he always seems to get drunk off of you, your touch your taste your smell.

“Touch me?” You ask, and how could he deny you when you’re so sweet to him? Even when you’re a fucking brat, you’re so sweet.

“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? Your cunt’s wet about it, slut. Perfect beautiful slut, all mine. I’d’ve made you drool all over the place, fucked you dumb.” He drops a hand to your pretty clit, has a hard time getting a hold of it because your hips move move move, and you’re sweat covered tits are driving him crazy with need, so badly that his hand shakes.

“Do it – do it, fuck me dumb Phil, please!” You’re close, he knows you are.

“When we get home.” He kisses your neck, worries the tendons there between his teeth, makes your back arch against nothing, trying to wind yourself press yourself climb yourself closer to him.

“Ugh,” You groan, and he rolls his eyes, pulls back enough to pinch your nose.

“You get to come on my cock, don’t be so fuckin’ glum ketsl.” He kisses you, breathes into your lungs until you’re dizzy and gasping for fresh air. He lets go of your nose and you grin.

“I just love fucking you honey,” You pant, moving erratically now, right on the edge, “I love when you get riled up for me, so strong and big and protective. You wouldn’t fuck me in front of anyone, you love this pussy too much, it’s all yours, no one else gets to see it.”

He could make you wait, could tell you not to come, but you’re so good to him, and he loves you so fucking much.

“That’s fucking right – say it again.” He makes up his mind, wants you hoarse, wants you wrecked. “Say it until you come.”

“I’m yours, yours honey.” You’re quick to comply, so eager, as your pussy pulls off of him nearly all the way and drops back down, again and again, really feeling the length of him, the girth of him, again and again, whisper-moaning right in his ear, against his mouth, “Yoursyoursyoursyoursyours – fuck!”

Your whole body shudders, toes curling in your fancy platform heels. Flip’s hands rub at your nipples and make you whine as you moan, as you some around his cock, as you gasp gasp gasp on his dick. You weakly keep saying it, over and over, all yours.

He pulls out of you until just the tip of his cock is right up against your pussy, and then he comes in your underwear. It’s hot and thick and sticky, and as he comes and empties his load, he pushes the head of his cock back into your cunt and comes some more, smearing it between your folds.

It takes you a minute to stop coming, to stop the shakes. Your body’s like jelly on top of him, but you seem to have enough strength to lick up the long trails of sweat that dripped down Flip’s neck.

“They’re soaked, just like you wanted.” You’re raspy when you whisper, feeling the slippery slope between your thighs as he finally pulls away.

“Good, that means you’ll have to sit on my lap while I finish my beers.” Flip tucks himself back into his own clean underwear, buttons up his jeans. He kisses you hot and heavy, tongue against yours, sweet sounds of making out daring him to get hard again.

“If we wait ten minutes, I’ll sit on your cock.” You dare him too, pull him up off the floor as you stand, “It’s dark, no one will be able to tell.”

“I love the way you think ketsl.” Flip reaches into his pocket for a cigarette, and you take the little book of matches from him, strike one with your fingernail and light up the smoke for him.

And you just grin, because well, you know.

#flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman/reader #flip zimmerman x you #flip zimmerman/you #flip zimmerman imagine #flip zimmerman fanfic #flip zimmerman smut #knightofdriver #cowboy answers

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twinkletoes-rp · 4 years

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Princess Tutu College AU Ch. 3 - “Third Position”

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Two weeks later, things are better still. Fakir and Ahiru have stepped up their practicing some, mostly out of pettiness and spite so she can show up that Melody and her friends (Fakir's idea, really, but Ahiru remembered how it felt when everyone laughed at her and quickly agreed). Whenever Ahiru needs a breather or gets better at something that's tripped her up, he'll start to teach her something new, more advanced, and it's been great. She's having a lot of fun and actually learning more than she ever thought she could! She's still clumsy, and she's slow to improve, but Fakir makes sure to tell her she definitely is improving, and that's more than enough for her.

Honestly, Fakir thinks, watching her with a soft smile when he thinks she's not looking, it's great to see. Pique, Lilie, and the rest of her class are thrown, the former two at first thinking it's some kind of magic or something before begging her to spill her secrets. Her teachers are pleasantly surprised and relieved, too, especially Cat-sensei. He really didn't want to send her back to the apprentice class again, but he would if he really had to, so he's glad he dodged that particular conversation.

Ahiru herself is a lot happier, too! She and Fakir are getting along much better lately. They're actually becoming friends, maybe even close. They talk while they dance, in quiet, hushed tones, even smiling at each other and laughing together. They eat together and do the dishes together and, sometimes, when she needs it, Ahiru will ask him to help her study. They hang out together outside of practice more and more, too, when Fakir seems stressed or Ahiru needs a break. Ahiru usually pulls him along to one of his favorite reading spots (yes, she pays attention, and yet somehow he always seems surprised) so he can read and she can study or they can talk things out.

Mytho and Rue have noticed the changes in both of them, too. Mytho's been worried about how seriously his brother takes things for the longest time, and it's so good to see even those tiny smiles again, letting go for once. Rue is glad to see Ahiru happier, too. The redhead was one of the first people to reach out to her when she started here and is the entire reason she and Mytho are happily together now. She was worried, but Ahiru seems much happier and even a little more confident than when they first met.

Things have been better all-around for everyone.

Today, Ahiru is a little early for practice with Fakir, but she did that on purpose. She's usually late, after all, no matter how hard she tries, but this time, she was determined to be on time. Honestly? She's shocked it actually worked. Normally, this stuff blows up in her face—!

Suddenly, Ahiru trips and goes tumbling over something that wasn't there a second ago.

"Qua—?!"

She hisses and scrunches one eye in minor pain in sitting up, scraping her palms and skinning her knees on the ground. Luckily, she hadn't changed into her practice clothes yet or she'd have a ruined leotard on her hands. That would be just perfect… Looking up, she finds Melody's friends glaring and snickering down at her. "W-what was that for?!"

"Oh, I think you know!" the main girl spouts, auburn hair done up in a pretty bun and makeup on point. She's not much taller than Ahiru, but with her hands on her hips and glowering like this, she's somehow made herself very intimidating.

Ahiru just furrows her brow and shakes her head slowly in confusion. She's only met this girl and the others the once, and even then, she barely remembers them. "Sorry, but…I really don't…"

The older girl scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You think you're so much better than us! Just because Fakir's taken pity on you?"

Stumbling a bit in getting up and dusting herself off, Ahiru is even more confused, taken aback and a little hurt. "W-what?! No!" She shakes her head vehemently. "I don't think that at all! You guys are still way better than me, maybe than I'll ever be!" This next is the part that hurts worst of all, that starts a pained lump in her throat and sinks her stomach. "And—and Fakir's not taking pity on me! He's—he's being nice, that's all!"

"Really?" The girl draws out the word, slow and sarcastic, the smirk on her face sinister and smug. Goosebumps rush over Ahiru's skin. "Then why did I hear him calling you 'hopeless' to Mytho yesterday?"

The other girls snicker, and Ahiru blinks, pausing. Her defiant, tightly-balled fists loosen just a bit, shoulders drooping some. "He...he said that...?" she asks quietly, unable to keep the hurt out of her voice. She knows she needs work, a lot of it, but she thought...with what happened before...

"Out of fondness," a new, very familiar, decidedly pissed voice says to her left.

Ahiru jumps and looks over. Her eyes widen, and she's not sure if her chest should fill more with hope or indecision. "F-Fakir...?"

He doesn't look at her, too furious to take his eyes off these girls and too afraid to see how she might be looking at him (because he doesn't want to know he's hurt her, completely unintentionally this time). He glares at the group, who's more wary now, but still shooting Ahiru dirty looks. "I said it to Mytho and Rue when they asked about how your training was going." Ahiru's breath catches when she realizes he's explaining himself to her, really paying these girls no mind at all - a more devastating blow to their egos than anything else he could have done. It's devious, but she has to admit, she likes his style. She's come to like it more and more recently. He narrows his eyes a little more. "But I said it with a smile on my face. I laughed. You can even ask them, if you don't believe me. I meant it as a joke." He sighs, exasperated. "Honestly... Maybe I should joke more often. Maybe then things like this wouldn't get taken out of context."

He rolls his eyes, bored of these girls and their jealousy even before he walked up to see Ahiru on the ground and suddenly forgot all thoughts of practicing. This time, when he glowers, his attention is full-throttle on them. "You should learn to mind your own business. Like I told your friend: bother her again, and I will know about it. Don't think the proper school officials won't hear about this either." And he is definitely talking to Melody about this. Sending her girls to hound Ahiru like a bunch of dogs? What is this, high school? This is an elite arts college, for God's sake! They could stand to act like it!

Wrapping an arm around Ahiru's shoulders without even realizing he's doing it, Fakir steers her away from the girls and their practice building. "Ah—Fakir!" She reaches up to tug gently, yet urgently at his hand on her shoulder. "Fakir, we passed the building!"

"I know."

"What do you mean, 'you know'?!" Arms crossed over her chest, she's pouting by the time they leave the school grounds entirely. "Where are we going? Fakir—!"

"We're skipping practice today."

She stops in her tracks, forcing him to stop with her. "We are?" She tilts her head. "Are you sure that's okay?"

Fakir can't help but sputter a laugh at that. Another thing about himself since becoming friends with her he's had to get used to. Neither of them notices his arm is still around her shoulders. Unconsciously, she finds it comforting. "Of course it is. It's not like they're mandatory lessons. They're extra and our choice. It's fine." A heartbeat, and he opens one eye to look at her and smirk the slightest bit. "We're going for ice cream instead."

The starlit beam and delighted "Really?!" he gets in response is enough to blind him, have his heart stop in his chest and then restart a mile a minute, and he can only nod in response. He hopes the sunset hides the way his face burns.

"Yay!" she cheers, lifting him up into the air and squeezing him around the middle (why does he like that?!), making him yelp and blush even more. He knew she was stronger than she looked, and he's not exactly a tank, but he is much taller and more muscular than she is, lean muscle or not, so—geez! She eats like a bird, how the hell?!

Putting him down, she throws her arms tight around his middle and nuzzles in without a second thought, a muffled "Thank you, Fakir!" coming in a way that makes him feel soft and warm and protective all at once. He's about to set his arms around her, too, when she suddenly leaps away just to take his hand and start running them both down the cobblestone street. That's becoming a habit of hers, dragging him places, holding his hand...and yet, he doesn't hate it. He's still reeling from the fact that she hugged him. Hugged. Him. She's never done that before…

"Come on, let's go!"

And yet, somehow, he's unsurprised to be thinking he'd follow her anywhere.

("All right, but we're taking care of your injuries first." She whines, but he doesn't budge. Not with this, not with her. "The sooner we fix you, the sooner we get there."

"Fine…")

#Princess Tutu #Princess Tutu fanfiction #College AU #Fakiru #Fakir x Ahiru #Any feedback would be much appreciated #Thanks so much for reading Feel free to reblog

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sengenweek · 4 years

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SenGen Week: Day 04 (Correction)

Day 04: January 01

Soulmate au / first date/meeting

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Title: Colorfools.

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A/N: You can see every color, except for the color of your soulmate's eyes. Once you see the eyes of your soulmate, you can finally see the color that has never been available for your sight.

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He was lonely, and had nothing better to do that day, so he'd gone to a nice coffee shop downtown just to kill some time outside his house. Being indoors all the time was getting to his nerves. The coffee shop was a nice place, decorated with whites and browns in a second floor, and a big window with view to the outside, but the view was plagued with people and cars; nothing interesting to see. He opened a notebook containing drafts for his next book, as his drink and snack arrived, he was already engrossed in his writing and thanked the waiter absently.

He wrote and scratched several lines, using at least three of his pages when he decided to leave his pencil aside to take a sip of his coffee, looking once more to the window as he munched on a donut. And he noticed something, someone who looked briefly upwards and Gen got a glimpse of their eyes. Their eyes. A color he'd never seen before, a beautiful and mesmerizing shade enlightened by the sunlight. And as soon as the person –a boy, a teen?– had glanced up, his eyes went back to the floor, leaving Gen to observe a very strange mop of hair that stuck up. He was with two other people, a tall young man, and a girl with long hair, but Gen barely paid them any mind, he was stuck on the other teen, the one with odd hairstyle, and such beautiful eyes. He was about to get up from his seat and run to him, run to catch him. But as soon as Gen had seen him, the crowd had engulfed him.

Red. He knew what the color he'd never been able to see was called. Red. Gen saw it, again, in the traffic lights, in the neon signs of Tokyo, in the package of his favorite drink, Cola. Red. In the cover of his notebook, in the ink of his pen, in the drawings of his deck of cards. Gen saw red, the color that was missing from his life; and he loved it. He loved the color that painted his soulmate's eyes. And he regretted the fact that he may never see this person again, may never even hear his voice.

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The girls at school –as well as some boys– seemed to have gained an interest in someone named Asagiri Gen, a sort of magician. One day, one of his classmates read aloud a quiz from one of his 'psicology' books, and Senkuu quickly disregarded it's value, and decided it wasn't really worth the effort to read more from it, so he didn't even looked at it.

That afternoon when the rest of his classmates as well as Taiju and Yuzuriha had left the classroom, he noticed his classmate had left the aforementioned book in there, so he took it to put it away and return it the next day, he lifted the book and saw it's cover which portrayed Asagiri Gen himself in the front. Asagiri Gen. A magician. A 'writer'. The complete opposite of him. He saw the deep blue of his eyes. He saw it in the night sky, in his father's tie, in the sea, in the wallpaper of his computer, in his jeans. He saw the color he'd never seen before, and got excited –happy, even–. So he thanked Asagiri Gen for putting his face in his trashy book, and left it at that. There was no need for Senkuu to do anything else about this.

And that was a filthy lie, because he tamed his hair down, wore a hat and glasses to attend one of his shows, he sat on the back row, hidden. Asagiri Gen's magic show was no big thing, he used every old trick in the book with a little personal twist. His smile was big and false. Like his show, Asagiri Gen seemed to be an act. Senkuu wondered what he'd be like in reality. So every now and again, he would read one of his trashy books, aimed towards the public to produce sales, and once or twice, assisted to his shows. Never once did he make contact.

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'AD 5738, April 1st'

Whoever carved that was totally insane. Whoever carved that, had kept track of time while being petrified. Whoever carved that, was awesome. And Shishio Tsukasa feared this person. This Ishigami Senkuu person had to be someone worth knowing. He was hopeful to find him alive, despite having heard Tsukasa say he'd killed him with his own hands. He was quickly despached to go find the village of primitive people and the smell of ramen invaded Gen's nostrils.

'Ishigami Senkuu must have lived, then' was his first thought.

He snuck around the people and snatched a bowl, being his usual confident self even as he got surrounded by three of them, aiming very sharp spears –and knives– at him.

"I thought I'd seen your face somewhere before, Asagiri Gen"

He turns to look at the one he can only asume, is Ishigami Senkuu, and his heart beats so wildly in his ribcage he'd swear it would burst it open. He only ever saw them once, he only ever saw him once, but Gen would recognize that shade of scarlet, that weird mop of hair, anywhere. It took all of his self-control to keep his façade. The young man didn't seem fazed at all, he put Gen to work and got information out of him, not that he was going to keep it a secret anyhow.

"All I have to do is make a false report. 'It was only a primitive village.' 'Senkuu is dead.' With that, I can save you, Senkuu-chan"

'^I can save you^ I don't want you to die'

He hoped Senkuu had gotten the message, since he didn't show any reaction to seeing him. And Gen knew he'd never mistake his soulmate.

'But. Soulmate or not, you're amazing, and I want you to live.'

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He didn't know if Gen was avoiding the subject on purpose, but he supposed it wasn't good to just dodge the situation forever. The matter of being soulmates had to be adressed eventually.

"Senkuu-chan~!" Ah, yes, speaking of the devil.

He turns to look at Gen, smiling brightly, the scar on his cheek making his grin far more devious than it should be.

"What are you doing up so late at night?" he questions.

"I could ask you the same, Gen"

"Insomnia~! Your turn~!"

"Stargazing" he grins.

"You like the stars?"

"Yeah, they're a good way to know your location, and the time at night. Although, after so many years, they shifted in their place. They're not where I remember them being"

"Everything has changed" he mumbles nostalgic.

"It's not so bad. With consistent and sustained effort we can bring it back to being more or less where everything was. It'll take years, perhaps even decades, though"

"Ah, yes. You'll work everyone to exhaustion"

"You damn right, I will" he beams.

Gen can only sigh, a tiny smile tugging on his lips.

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An observatory. Gen really surprised him this time. 'He must've remembered when we spoke of the stars' he mused. He really should speak to him now, he knew jackshit about these kinda feelings, but he was sure this was more than just a gift for his birthday, the words the mentalist spoke were far too much of a hint.

As if being summoned by his thoughts –again– the mentalist burst throught the entrance on the floor elegance in his movements.

"Stargazing?" he asked.

"Yes and no. I'm trying to find where the stars are now"

There's a map on the floor, notes and constellations drawn into it. Gen takes a sit right next to him.

"And how is that going?"

"My hand hurts from scribbling so much" he sighes.

The mentalist takes his right hand gingerly, tracing circles and triangles and squares into his open palm, lips pursed –almost pouting–, inspecting it as if it were an antient text.

"Don't tell me you read palms too, mentalist" he jokes.

"Why, yes I do~!" Gen answers gaze never leaving his hand.

"Oh really? And what does my future say?"

"You have a tewible luck. As always"

"Mmm"

Senkuu changes the position of their hands, now he's the one tracing figures on Gen's palm, making him chuckle.

"What does my future say, Senkuu-chan~?" he asks amused.

"It says... You will be kissed shortly"

"Eh? Kissed?"

Senkuu leaned –eyes open– and placed a chaste kiss on Gen's lips. And Gen looks cute when he gets paralized and blushing, his eyes three times larger than a moment ago.

"Thank you, for my birthday present. And for the color blue. It's beautiful"

Gen tries to speak a few times, but he only manages to look like a fish, so he gives up, and buries his face on his sleeved hands.

"Never seen you so flustered before. How cute" Senkuu chuckles.

"You're so mean~!" he pouts.

"Sorry. But it seemed like we avoided the subject for too long"

He spreads his fingers, letting only one bright iris to be discerned.

"I suppose you're right" he agrees. "You knew since the modern days who I was"

"I saw your face in one of your trashy books"

"Heh. I saw you once from inside a coffee shop"

"Really?"

"Yes. It was only a fleeting moment when you looked up" he explained sheepishly. "I wanted to go after you then, but you got lost in the crowd. I think you were with Taiju-chan and Yuzuriha-chan"

"Heh, I probably was"

"I like it. Red, I mean"

"I wonder if everyone just loves the color they'd never seen before"

"Probably most people do" he smiles, finally revealing his face.

And Senkuu takes the chance to steal another kiss. This time Gen responds, draping his arms on Senkuu's neck, the other pulls Gen closer by his waist.

Scarlet and cobalt meet, they suit each other quite beautifully.

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A/N: So, I posted day one again for mistake. Kids, don't go operating heavy machinery when you're sleep deprived, just sayin', ya could get something wrong. Also on:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13464121/4/SenGen-Week-2019-2020

#i deleted the other submission hope thats alright #day four #soulmates #first meeting #sengenweek #sengen week #sengen #submission

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randomnessunicorn-imagine · 5 years

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The prompt A finds B crying in a corner, in which A is Odo and B is reader + “The doctor ordered me to smoke”. Reader cries over his crush that don't share their same feelings them and Odo is there to cheer them up or help somehow. Odo can understand reader's feeling because he also loves Kira but she ignores his sentiment.

{ This one is very intense, long and a little angst, just how I like it. }

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💔 ODO 💔

Love was a strange feeling.

A feeling that the changeling still did not fully understand and Odo didnot know how the humanoids could live with this feeling inside of them. It wasunbearable.

For a while, Odo had ignored it, it was impossible that he was in lovewith Kira, this was not his duty nor need. He had always lived withoutthe necessity to breed or fall in love. He was not made for this. He was nothimself.

His responsibilities were others, his job was the most important valuefor him and this irrational, primitive and frivolous feeling called love wasblinding him, destroying him from the inside like a deadly virus. Nevertheless,when his eyes met Kira’s, all his fears faded away and a feeling of joy invadedhis entire existence. Nothing was so terrible anymore, he felt satisfied, contentand relaxed but when Kira was not next to him, his heart drowned into the abyssof agony and regret over and over again. As if he wanted to rip his own heartfrom his chest, if he had a heart but the only thing he had was an emotion of numbness.

Alternatively, when Odo saw Kira in the company of Shakaar, a newfeeling took possession of his soul. A feeling of anger, hatred andnervousness. Simply, jealousy. He was jealous because he wanted to be in thatman’s place. To kiss her lips, caress her skin, smell her perfume and play withher hair. Things that Shakaar already did. Odo could only savour this realityin his secret dreams.

Odo did not want to think about Kira or Shakaar or his broken heartanymore. He did not want to think about anything and anyone so he decided totake a walk through the promenade, maybe checking Quark out would havedistracted him but the bar was about to close and no one was around anymoreuntil he heard a strange sound. Sounds of sobs accompanied by a smoke, grey andunknown.

Was something going on fire in the station? Perhaps the situation wasnot as quiet as it seemed and then Odo ran towards that smoke. But what hefound made him even more confused because he found no danger. On the contrary,he found you in tears. Were you smoking? He believed it was so, an old bad humanhabit, he had read about it in some of the crime novels that O'Brian had lenthim. Odo could not believe you had that terrible vice.

You were his colleague, a member of security, an honest, trustworthy andkind person who had never disappointed him. Odo, on the other hand, was yourboss and you had a great respect for him. Odo was your role model but not the reasonyou were crying. Perhaps the changeling was not the only one here to have abroken heart because you were crying out of love. Unrequited love. An ingrate love,as ingrate as this life and universe.

“Smoking is not allowed in the station!” Odo said withseverity.

“I haven’t read any rules about it. I’m sorry.” You answeredin a cold tone of voice, a tone Odo had never heard from you.

You blew a cloud of smoke from your mouth, observing how it vanished in theair.

“You should know the rules better than anyone.” He said, warybut also worried about your behaviour, too weird to be realistic.

“The doctor ordered me tosmoke.” This was your unrealistic and absurd answer.

Then you took another taste of your cigarette, you felt the smokeburning in your throat. It tasted good and warm, you almost forgot your painbut then you remembered it when you tasted pure oxygen.

“Really? You could have invented a better excuse.” Odo sighedand he started finding all this smoke annoying. Luckily, he could not taste orsmell it since he had no sensory organs but he still did not like it. He wouldnever like it.

“Actually, it’s relaxing; it helps me to get distracted. Not tothink of anything. I know this attitude is bad but not as bad as others…” yes,something different from the pain you kept in your heart.

There were worse addictions in the world and you did not think smokingwas the most dangerous. Maybe falling in love was one of the worse addictionsbecause it also killed you slowly and miserably. No choice. No escape. You feltprisoned and hopeless.

“I do not think the Doctor Bashir would agree with your opinion. I donot understand why humanoids like destroying their bodies this way. I know thatsmoking can cause so many diseases but they seem to forget about this littlebut not so insignificance detail. Maybe they do not have all that self-respect,or, simply, they are so selfish that they want to be the cause of their own destruction.Humans are really devious and extravagant creatures. I will never understandtheir way of behaving, it is so irresponsible but I would never have expectedit from you.” Odo explained his opinion, he did not hate humans but he justfound some of their behaviours so odd and irrational.

“I am still a human being. I also make my mistakes. I can also beirresponsible and want to destroy myself slowly.” You confessed withbitterness in your voice.

“You are not yourself! What is happening to you? Yesterday you evenarrived late at job but I decided not to pay any attention, I can make amistake on purpose as well but, obviously, something happened to you and I wanta reasonable explication now.” Odo’s voice was severe and his sentence lookedlike an order.

“Nobody can hide you anything, Constable. I have always admired youbecause you always manage to be professional, cold and serious even in theworst situations. I would like to have your determination. I am very sorry. Butit’s true, something happened and I don’t feel fine.” You confessed,taking the last breath of your cigarette and then you threw it away, steppingon the cigarette.

“And what would be the problem?” Odo asked.

“It’s not about work and I don’t know if you can understand. It’s ahumanoid thing, a matter of feelings. A nuisance.” You confessed, keepingon stepping on that cigarette as if you were venting on it because you wereangry, sad and confused.

“I have always observed and studied the behaviour of men so it ispossible that I can understand those feelings even if they are a nuisance. Onthis we agree.” Odo has always found emotions as a bother, an obstacle, itdid not allow people to performance their job properly. Sometimes, he hatedhimself because of those feelings. He continued to hate himself for loving Kirathat much, he could not do anything to stop it and this was unacceptable. Aweakness. Even now, he felt weak because that thought was still there and didnot go away.

“Well, it’s about *your crush name*. And I don’t even know how toexplain it.” you snorted.

“Do you like them?” Odo got to the point, he did not likewandering around things.

“Yes, but I have no hope or courage to confess my feelings to them.”

“A quality that I noticed in humans is their innate determinationand therefore you should not give up without even trying.”

“Reality is not so simple, constable Odo. They already love someoneelse and I’ve been so idiotic to give them a good advice. Since I’m a goodfriend, I told them to try and ask that person to go out to dinner. For amoment, I was deluding myself that they were talking about me. That I was theperson they were in love with but these things only happen in movies. I justpushed them into each other’s arms and I’m alone now. They’ve said that I amthe best friend of the universe. Such beautiful words.”

At that moment, Odo felt suddenly uncomfortable as if theblade of a sword had hit him. It was a lightning out of aclear sky. A realization. He hadalready heard this story and had already lived this experience on his own skin.He remained silent, unable to speak; he did not know what to saybecause he had not found the solution to this problem nether.

You sighed, giggling nervously, “I’m sopathetic. There are so many problems I should think about, like the security ofthe station, the threat of the Dominion but I’m still here crying like ateenager over stupid heart problems. You have the right to pity me because I ampathetic, a stupid sentimentalist.”

You just felt so miserable and you did not want to appearso weak, not in front of him. Not in front the person you estimated.

“You are not stupid or pathetic at all. You are onlyhuman and I do not believe that loving a person makes you a fool. Certainlylove makes people do silly things and in fact you were poisoning your body withthat cigarette’s smoke.” Odo said, his tone was calm and he actually didnot blame you because he knew the feeling, he understood you very well becausehe lived and was still living the same your sorrow.

“And doesn’t that make me miserable?”

“No, just human.”

“Thanks, constable Odo.”

“I know that my words will not cheer you up, but Iassure you that you are not the only one with a broken heart. Maybe workingharder can help you get distracted and use the energy you got inside forsomething useful instead of hurting yourself in that atrocious way.”

Odo did the same, he worked harder than his usual sincehe had realized the feeling he felt for Kira and how he also comprehended howhopeless and pathetic he was to keep thinking she could consider him more thana mere friend someday.

“It’s true. I understand, I’ll do my best. Thank youso much Odo.” You smiled, softly.

“Do not worry.” Odo nodded, proud as always.

“Odo, would you like to have lunch with me one ofthese days? I know you don’t eat but I also know that you are reading *your favoritebook’s title*. I would like to discuss with you about it. What is the point inreading a book if you can’t argue with anyone?”

After the conversation you had with Odo, you decided youwant to know him better and you were sure it would be worth it, even if he wascold, austere and severe, you knew he was also understanding and opened-mindedin his cynical way. You could learn a lot from him and maybe even Odo needed alittle company, a new way to distract himself and not to think about his brokenheart and illusions of love.

“Sounds reasonable. You humanoids care a lot aboutthese social rituals; you are able to discuss about every kind of topic.Impressive, a bit useless, but I may find it interesting.” Odo commentedyour idea in his usual skeptical way, but it was his way and he accepted afterall.

“You said you were an observer of the humanoids andso this is also an aspect that is worth studying.”

“Exactly.“

Then you and Odo decided to help each other, not to fall apart, not now, not until you could count of each other's friendship.

Better days would come on DS9.

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