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yangkitties · 2 months

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giving them flowers ✩ skz

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader || word count: 1.7k genre: 100% fluff 🫶 || warnings: none, vaguely proofread 😁 synopsis: skz when you give them flowers out of the blue! note: i am so sorry for taking so long with this post, i js got so caught up in so many things 😭 anyways i hope y'all enjoy it <3<3 also abby i hope you're happy its finally out, now plz get out of my walls 😘

Chan:

cries a little for sure

the ‘for me? rlly? rlly? rlly?’ kinda guy

kisses you so much like for real

takes the BEST care of the flowers, they survive for a whole two weeks somehow

even dries and presses them after they wilt and frames them <3

Disbelief washed over Chan’s face, his brain slowly processing what had just happened. He slowly drunk in the fact that you had brought him a bouquet of flowers, just because you could.

He watched silently as you presented the flowers to him him. Gingerly taking them from your hands, he observes in awe at the multitude of colours.

‘Are these really for me?’ He looks up at you with glossy eyes, head tilting to the side. You can only giggle, adoring his cute habits. You lean in to place a chaste kiss on his forehead, your actions speaking more than an essay of reassuring words ever could have.

‘I was walking back home and the bouquet reminded me of you. I had to get it, it would be a crime if I didn’t.’

The simple action warmed Chan’s heart, love and affection coursing through his veins. He hugged you suddenly, nuzzling his head into your neck. You smiled into his hair, enjoying the contact.

‘I love you, so dearly.’

Minho

dying and crying and wailing on the inside

he’s so damn grateful, he rlly can’t believe someone loves him like this

will not admit it, but tears up like 100%

‘thank you baby, but you’re prettier’ manages to pull an uno reverse and fluster you 😁

looks at them fondly from the couch

Usually when you picked him up from the airport, Minho could spot your face right from the get go. But today, all he could see was a large bouquet of colourful flowers, accompanied by a sign that read ‘Lee Minho’. As he approached the sign, the flowers shifted to the side to reveal Minho’s favourite view, your smiling face.

Giggling, he engulfs you in a tight hug.

’So who are these for, baby?’ He examines the bouquet, observing the bright hues.

’They’re for you silly!’ You hand him the bouquet and take his back pack from him. He stands agape, shock drawn over his sharp features.

‘Me.. me??’ His stuttering sends you into a fit of giggles, enjoying the rare moment where you got to see your boyfriend flustered.

Quickly regaining composure, he pulls you to his side, whispering in your ear, ’The flowers are pretty sweetheart, but they’re not as pretty as you.’ You gently slap his chest, hiding away into his jacket.

‘Oh, shut up.’

Changbin:

almost dies in a giggling fit

hugs them so tight the stems almost snap off T-T

appreciates it more than he can even tell

picks one out and puts it behind you ears :)

brags about it to the rest of them what an amazing partner you are

The shock etched on Changbin’s face when you reveal a bouquet to him sends you into a small fit of giggles. Accepting the flowers delicately, he marvels at the colours and types of flowers.

He smiles, pulling you into a hug. He squeezes, tighter and tighter, afraid his love for you might explode out of him. He whispers, softly against your ear,

‘I love them so much. So so so much.’ He hugs you tighter, and suddenly, snap. The sharp crunch of the stem of one of the flowers breaking cuts through the confession, startling the both of you.

‘Oh no… oh man.’ You cautiously examine the bouquet, worried it might fall apart. Changbin quickly identifies the broken flower, carefully picking it out of the bouquet.

‘Don’t worry baby, now I can do this.’ He deftly tucks the flower behind your ear, brushing away the hair on your face. He admires your face quietly, enjoying the fact that your cheeks are almost as pink as the flower.

Hyunjin

bawls. a lot. like uncontrollably 👍 bros a bit emosh if you will

babbles a million thank yous while kissing you

paints them so he can keep them forever!!

like chan he dries and presses them and makes a pretty craft work with it:)

makes you a better bouquet in return

When you sent flowers over to Hyunjin’s apartment, you really hoped he’d enjoy them. You knew how much he loved them, and when you saw the most delightfully beautiful bouquet of flowers, you knew you had to buy it for him.

When you received a photo of the bouquet with the text ‘they’re perfect’, you knew your job was done.

What you didn’t expect when you returned to the apartment was a painting of the exact bouquet you had given him. In the short time you were away, Hyunjin had managed to set the flowers in a vase and capture their exact likeness on a new canvas.

‘It’s the prettiest bouquet I’ve ever seen. I just think its beauty should be appreciated forever.’ He smiles simply as he walks over to you, long hands circling your waist.

He places a chaste kiss against your ear before whispering,

‘And so should yours.’

Jisung

jumping with joy !!

he’s twirling around the room really, he loves them so damn much

also brags to the members, definitely the happiest of them all

almost kills them within the first two days but miraculously keeps them alive for a whole week

smiles until his face hurts every time he sees them 🥰

The pure joy on Jisung’s face was enough to compensate for all the struggles you had to deal with to get a bouquet of flowers for him.

You watched him as he twirled around the room, practically bouncing off the walls in happiness. The little pink tulips bounced along with him as he ran to you.

‘THANK YOUUU!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!’ He screeches into your ears, giving you a soul crushing hug.

But it’s worth it. The near deafness, cracked ribs, and painfully happy grin on your face, becomes insignificant when you watch the gleaming smile on his face as he prances around the room, bursting with bliss.

Felix

So cute and lovely about it, thanking you continuously !!

Takes like. 1 million pictures.

Giggles like a school girl because the note says ‘sunshines for my sunshine’

Gets you a bouquet of your favourite flowers that very evening

Now it’s a competition and you keep getting each other bouquets… until the house starts attracting bees so you have to give them all away ☹️

When you heard about Felix bagging another modelling gig, you knew the perfect congratulatory gift would be a bouquet of white lilies. And as expected he loved them. He took about a million photos and gave you a million more kisses.

But what you didn’t expect was that when you got your big promotion, he would gift you with a bouquet of white tulips. Eventually, this started happening back and forth, each of you getting more and more extravagant bouquets for the other. It soon evolved into a symbol of affection and pride, the both of you showering each other in bouquets.

Sometimes it would be for actual reasons, and other times it was just because you wanted to. Staring at the umpteenth bouquet of the month, you swear your house had no more vases for it.

‘Lixxie… baby I think we’re all out of vases…’ You exclaim as he laughs, shocked at your behaviour.

‘Well, I just thinks we love each other so much more than what we can handle.’ He smiles at you, radiant as always.

Seungmin

dies. like. he really thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when he sees the bouquet

so quiet you think he doesn’t like them, but is quick to reassure you

bros like so damn speechless until you begin to start apologising and suddenly he can’t shut up

literally will not stop rambling about how grateful he is for them and how much he loves you until you kiss him

his ears are as red as the roses man he’s so down bad <3

When you showed up at the restaurant with flowers for him, Seungmin knew he would do nothing short of everything to keep you his.

With your dazzling smile, and honey sweet voice, you told him that the flowers for him, and in that moment his brain short circuited. A spiral of thoughts danced around his head, almost as chaotic as the butterflies in his stomach. The keyword was almost, because he was pretty sure the butterflies in his stomach had done cocaine.

He watched your smile morph into a frown, lips curling downwards.

‘Oh… do you not like them? Oh my god wait, are you allergic? Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!!’ You frantically tried to remove the bouquet from beside him, afraid of triggering an allergic reaction. Your actions were quickly halted by Seungmin’s slider fingers around your wrist, eyes wide.

‘NO! No, no I mean no. I love them. SO much… I just. I love them so much I don’t know what to say.’ He smiles softly before taking your hands in his, holding them gently.

‘I love them, but I definitely don’t love them more than I love you.’

Jeongin

becomes a tomato !

bros FLABBERGASTED! giggles and kicks his feet and my god is he blushing

kisses your cheeks a lot he just loves them very much :D

almost accidentally undoes the bouquet while arranging it, thank god you’re there to help him-

now he expects one bouquet per week or he WILL pout and whine 😁👍

When Jeongin opens the door after hearing the bell, he expects to see your smiling figure, wearing a stolen hoodie and a bright smile.

Instead, he’s greeted with the sight of the most wonderful bouquet of flowers, a burst of almost every colour in the rainbow. Purples and yellows accompanied by splashes of pink and red greet him, as he gapes in shock, awestricken at the sight before him.

‘Hi Innie! Are you gonna let me in or am I going to have to stay here the whole day?’ Your voice piques from behind the flowers.

‘Oh god, yes, come in.. baby, are these.. for me?’ He questions awkwardly, shuffling around to let you in. He takes the flowers from you as you reach up to kiss his cheeks.

‘Well yes silly, who else am I going to get flowers for?’ You laugh at his stunned face, ears almost as red as the flowers in the bouquet.

You carefully take the flowers back from him, looking for a vase to place them in. You adore the way he follows you like a lost puppy, smiling fondly at the bouquet in your hands.

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reminiscingtonight · 5 days

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A Chaotic Sort Of Love

Alessia Russo x Williamson!Reader

Word Count: 707

A/N: You can’t expect Taylor to drop an album and me to not write a crackfic about a song

[WOSO Masterlist]

“I have something to tell you.”

Leah’s deep in conversation with the other Lia when you interrupt.

The locker room’s mostly empty by now, only a few of your teammates still hanging around.

You’ve planned this entire thing out to the T. Even down to who’s still in the locker room. There’s not enough people around where news of what you have to share would spread like a wildfire, but there’s still enough where the necessary people would stop Leah if it all got out of hand.

Alessia’s meekly standing beside you when your sister looks up. Lia simply shrugs when she’s given a questioning look. Despite the two of them being the best of friends, you still go to the older girl for advice quite often. But whatever this is about you haven’t told her a thing.

Leah gestures for you to continue.

You swallow nervously. “Okay. Well. Less and I… we’re dating.”

And just like that, the air turns frosty.

“You and Alessia are what?” Leah’s eyes instantly narrow as she fixes her gaze upon the striker by your side. Despite towering over both you and Leah, Alessia wilts, her height doing nothing to dissuade Leah from taking a menacing step forward.

You shift yourself so that you’re between the two blondes. “Relax, Leah.”

“You want me to relax? Well I want you to not be corrupted by two-left feet, stumbling, doe-eyed… giants!”

Someone snorts from across the room at Leah’s floundering insult, and Leah’s quick to send her glare after its owner.

You roll your eyes. “I want you to relax because I’m actually pregnant. That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

Leah jerks her head back so suddenly you’re a bit worried about whiplash. Her eyes dart between you, Alessia, and then your stomach. She’s silent for a moment, mouth opening and closing as she looks for something to say. “You’re what?”

You shrug, letting out a loud sigh.

Leah takes another tentative step forward. You can feel Alessia stiffen a bit more behind you. But this time Leah’s only focused on your stomach.

“Are you really--”

“No!” You slap Leah’s hand away before it can make contact. “I’m into women Leah. This woman,” you gesture backwards towards Alessia. The blonde instantly drops her eyes, internally groaning at the way you continue to rile up your sister. “I’m not pregnant. But you should’ve really seen your face when I said I was.”

Leah reaches out again but this time you’ve already darted away towards the safety of the older Lia.

The Swiss woman looks mildly amused, holding out a hand to stop your advancing sister.

“But--”

“They’re young but your sister is her own person.”

“What if--”

“Own person,” Lia repeats, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

It always amuses you to see how much your sister defers to Lia when the Swiss woman takes charge.

Leah’s nose flares in annoyance, but even you can see when she decides against challenging the other woman. “Fine. But just let me get this straight--”

“Nothing straight about this at all, Lee.”

“Dude,” comes an exasperated sigh from across the room. You look up to see Katie shaking her head at you, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

You know you’re in for it when even Katie thinks you’ve gone too far.

To your surprise, however, Leah simply takes a deep breath in. When she finally exhales, she seems less peeved. She shrugs, turning towards her locker to shove her clothes into her bag. “I’m sure you can be dating worse people. Less is nice enough.”

“That’s it? No lecture? No scaring Lessi away from me?”

“No. But I just-- hold on.” Leah grabs your arm, stopping you before you can dart away to your own locker. You meet her eyes head on, not really sure if she’s going to tear you another one or not. From the corner of your eye you can see Lia tensing again, but her next words have you all relaxing.

“You’re not pregnant,” Leah asks, double checking just for her sanity.

“No--” Alessia pipes up from beside you, shaking her head.

“Not yet,” you grin.

Leah curses when you duck under her outstretched hands. “Get back here you imp!”

#alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #Ace writes

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majosullivan · 4 months

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Nevermore Dashboard Simulator

🌷 many-coloured-grass Follow

Can we all agree to stop making jokes about each other’s deaths? Making light of someone’s death even as a joke is really gross

🪦 deadgirlwalking Follow

No I was murdered so I can reclaim it

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⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Okay but can someone tell me how posts here are getting so many notes? There’s like around 100 people at the academy and I’m frequently seeing posts with well over 1,000 notes. Like, it would be one thing if these posts were years old but some of them are from 2 days ago. Did I just miss the memo and everyone here has at least 10+ accounts, like WHERE are you guys coming from?

👻 hourofsecrecy Follow

Can the spirits not show their appreciation for people’s commentery? Can the creatures of the night not find humour in wits and gists of others? What is the difference from the newly departed and the Unseen Ones?

⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Absolutely horrific answer, thank you for your time

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🪱 conqueror-of-worms Follow

Tell me why it’s around eight in the morning and the first thing I see while heading to the dining hall is Lenore PINING Annabel Lee AGAINST A WALL

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

🪱 conqueror-of-worms Follow

Care to clarify who the hell you were referring to in this post?

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

Yes

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🎈 floatinghoax Follow

After everything the afterlife could have been, you’re telling me that I have to go to SCHOOL and have CLASSES that start at 9AM? Truly tempted to walk straight into the wasteland, there’s only so much a second chance at life is worth

#not to mention with have fucking ROOMMATES #this academy is MASSIVE #you’re telling me there isn’t enough room for single rooms in this place?

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🥀 wilted-rose Follow

I’m curious, who do you guys think you could take in their spectre forms?

🥀 wilted-rose Follow

IN A FIGHT

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🎶 decomposingmusic Follow

You’re not about to manifest your spectre, you’re just dehydrated

🩰 ghosting-giselle Follow

out of the way gay boy i’m boutta separate myself from my remaining moral ties and embrace the abilites of my spiritual form

🩰 ghosting-giselle Follow

nures rom

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🌙 voyage-to-the-moon Follow

do you think the Deans wake up every day, take one look at us before telling Ms. Poppet ‘PUT THOSE BEASTS IN SITUATIONS!’

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🌃 eveningstar Follow

Does anyone know if Duke and Pluto (the two boys friends with Lenore) are an item or not? Cause any time I’ve seen them interact, Duke has consistently referred to Pluto as Mon Minou (my kitten in french) and I’m not sure if the two of them are together or if they’re just…Like That

🌃 eveningstar Follow

UPDATE: SO IT TURNS OUT PLUTO DIDN’T KNOW WHAT MON MINOU MEANT AND FOUND OUT THROUGH MY POST. HIM AND DUKE HAVE BEEN BICKERING ABOUT IT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE DORM ROOMS

🌃 eveningstar Follow

Despite what you would think would occur from this development, none of this has answered by original question

#I was just curious if these two were gay or just European #by all accounts they might be both

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🍋 gives-you-lemons Follow

I think I’m about half with through the manor right now? Honestly this lesson is going much better than I expected!

🍋 gives-you-lemons Follow

RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS R&)26?83@/$

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☔️ dew-dropped-nights Follow

[about to be eaten by one of the monsters in the Teraphobia trial] okay but do you think I’m cute? Be honest

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🪐 eureka Follow

Do you think that Annabel Lee and Lenore have ever explored each others bodies

🌷 many-coloured-grass Follow

Can you fucking not do this? Not only are they real people, they’re our classmates and clearly can’t stand each other. Stuff like this is weird and gross

🔮 sorcery-sorcery-sorcery Follow

I bet they fucked nasty up at the widow’s watch

🥂 drinking-into-the-grave Follow

This is actually how Lenore won the Mystery Manor lesson

☠️ spookyxskeletons Follow

Sometimes that butch pussy gets you acting unwise

🏵️ pendulum-in-the-pit Follow

THAT

WHAT

🪦 deadgirlwalking Follow

What’s not clicking

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#nevermore #webtoon nevermore #nevermore webtoon #dashboard simulator #fake tumblr post #fake tumblr dash #white raven #lennabel #lenore x annabel lee #annabel lee x lenore

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littlexdeaths · 10 days

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pushing up daisies - e.m.

kas eddie munson x fem reader

treat me bad like i’m no one's daughter,

body bag, baby, i’m a goner…

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: ANGSTTTTT, mentions of eddie’s death and the upside down, canon divergent (reader is chosen as vecna’s last victim instead of max), established relationship, soft!dom eddie, biting/blood drinking, lil bit of jealous eddie, public sex, unprotected piv sex, cream pie

based on love is a… by pvris

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this is honestly something i am so incredibly proud of, so i hope you all enjoy it. a big thank you to my babes @undead-supernova @strangerstilinski and @lokis-army-77 for helping me with parts of this fic, i love you all so much 💕

The sky was dark, storm clouds rolling in as you trudged through the rusted gates of Hawkin’s memorial cemetery.

Only the booming sounds of thunder and your labored breathing filled the morning air. Rain droplets poured steadily onto your head, dripping down the collar of your rain jacket. The clothing seemingly useless as the heavy rain soaked you to the bone.

The wild daisies clutched in your fist were beginning to wilt as your eyes scanned over the sea of headstones. Your throat tightens once you find his, now wishing that Dustin had been lying to you.

The words BURN IN HELL FREAK were still visible, despite the male’s best effort to clean them off the previous day. It had been less than a week since the funeral, but that was plenty of time for someone to vandalize his headstone. You hated this town.

Reaching the now desecrated grave you sigh, gently running your fingers along the top of the headstone. The rough edges scraped against your fingertips as you knelt down in front of it. Letting your hand fall into your lap, glancing down at the sad excuse of a bouquet in the other.

He deserved more than this… he deserved more than anything this shitty town had to offer.

“Hey Eds,” you whisper, despite the desolation surrounding you.

You carefully set the daisies onto the ground, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill past your waterline. The white of the flowers contrasted sharply against the dirt, which was quickly turning to mud beneath your knees. But you didn’t mind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to the funeral,” guilt laces your shaky voice as you tug your lower lip between your teeth. “I just… I couldn’t see you like that.”

Despite the feeble attempts that Dustin and Robin made to coax you out of bed that day, nothing was going to change your mind. You didn’t want to remember him that way, as you were already grappling with the image of him dying in Dustin’s arms.

A memory that haunts your dreams every night.

“I hope you can forgive me,” you mumble, reaching into your pocket to pull out his lucky set of dice. A sad smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you begin to place them along his headstone, “I brought a peace offering.”

A loud crack has your eyes flicking up, body jolting in surprise as a bolt of lightning strikes a tree in the distance. The impact splits the trunk down the middle, the wind picking up speed and taking your flowers with it.

The torn petals spread across the unkempt ground, the gesture now ruined. Just like everything else you touched.

You blame yourself for his death, knowing he would still be here if Vecna hadn't chosen you. You would live through a thousand years in a prison of your own mind, let that monster drain you of your entire existence— if it meant Eddie would have lived.

“It’s all my fault,” you don’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks, staring intently at the stone in front of you.

Edward Lee Munson, now at peace.

Those bold words stare back at you, mirroring the stone that sat just a few feet besides his. One you had become very familiar with over the years.

Elizabeth Ann Munson.

Beloved wife and mother, may she rest in peace.

While hers were more faded, they still brought you a small sense of comfort. Knowing that Eddie was with her now, he was safe. But that comfort wouldn’t heal the hole that had been punched through your chest.

“I miss you,” you hiccup, your tears steadily flowing now, the moisture beginning to blur your vision. “It w-wasn’t supposed to b-be you.”

Your soft cries soon morphed into pained sobbing, your shoulders hunched over as you dug your fists into the earth. You were grateful that Steve had let you come alone, not wanting anyone to see you like this.

In the short time that Eddie had been gone, you felt suffocated. With Vecna still alive and plotting, you were constantly being watched. Your friends not knowing if the demon, creature, whatever he was— would come back to claim you for good.

Part of you hoped for it, mentally pleaded to be taken away too. Because a life without Eddie, wasn’t a life you wanted to live.

A loud scream pierces the air, and it takes you a moment to realize the sound has come from you. Your chest heaves from the force of it, allowing your head to tilt back as your eyes slip shut. Enjoying how the rain soaks into your pores, washing away any trace of your tears.

You sit like that for a while, as the storm continues to wage on around you. Silently wishing that the rain would wash you away too. Dirt is caked under your fingernails, mud coated your shins and the hem of your skirt. You knew you couldn’t sit out here much longer, as your teeth started to chatter from the cold.

Your head falls forward, allowing yourself one last look at his headstone. The red paint has stained it horribly, tainting the last thing he had left in this world.

“I’ll come back tomorrow and clean this shit up, I promise.” You say, lifting up your pinky towards the block of stone. You hold it there for a moment before your hand falls back to your side.

“I love you, Eddie,” you sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you start to stand. Turning around as you begin to wipe the dirt from your knees.

As you take a step forward your shoe begins to sink into the wet soil, almost swallowing your foot whole. An annoyed huff leaves your lips as you try to pull it back out. But any attempt is stopped short as a cold hand wraps around your other ankle. A deep groan echoes in your ears as your eyes widen in fear.

This was it… Vecna’s come back for you.

While everything inside you begs you to run, your body remains frozen. Hyperventilating as the ground beneath you begins to shift, your feet sinking in deeper as another body fights its way out from the earth. A strained grunt of your name snaps you out of your petrified state, recognizing the voice immediately.

This was a cruel joke, knowing he was taking on Eddie’s form just to hurt you more. So you decided you wouldn’t stick around to witness it.

If you were going to die, it would be by his own hands.

“No!” You shout, yanking your ankle out of that icy grip as you make a break for it.

You don’t make it very far though, only reaching the edge of his grave before you lose your footing. The tip of your shoe catches on a tree root, sending your body tumbling forward onto the wet ground. The impact knocks the wind out of you as you struggle to take a breath in. Your nails dig into the grass for purchase as you try to crawl away.

The feeling of two hands wrapping around each ankle has you screaming, thrashing about as you're dragged back towards the grave. The male flips you around, unable to hear his broken pleas over the sound of your own shrieks. You keep your eyes focused on the storm clouds above your heads, desperate for some kind of distraction. You wouldn’t look at him, you couldn’t.

This wasn’t your Eddie.

A dirty hand grips onto your chin, tilting your head down as he wedges his body between your thighs. Forcing you to face him, his dark eyes ablaze with fury— a sharp contrast to the way he gently cradles your jaw.

“I’m not in the mood for games… just get on with it,” you snap, letting your eyes slip shut as you wait for that familiar pain to shoot up your spine and through your skull.

But nothing happens.

You crack an eye open only to find the brunette staring back down at you, confusion coating his features.

“… get on with what, sweetheart?” His voice cracks, the look on his face mirroring his tone.

“Killing me,” you state, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

There’s a moment of silence between you before he starts laughing, the booming sound instantly melts your insides. It was something you thought you would never hear again.

“I guess my entrance was very Night of the Living Dead, huh?” He teases with a wide grin as his head dips lower— his drenched curls sticking to your cheek.

When you feel Eddie’s lips connect with the base of your throat, your breath hitches. Heat pools in your middle as he inhales, groaning deeply. The sound vibrates against your skin, sending shockwaves through your system.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he hums, his hands running down the length of your sides. The male grips onto the soaked fabric of your dress, slowly inching it up until his palms are splayed across the tops of your thighs.

“You’re so warm,” he continues, his nose grazing along your collarbone as you grip onto the shoulders of his oversized suit jacket.

“H-How are you here?” You question with a small whine as he lightly nips at your throat, chuckling deeply.

“You brought me here, sweetheart.” His words are spoken reassuringly, but they don’t offer you any comfort.

“So, this is a dream,” there’s no question in your voice, only a trace of melancholy.

But Eddie notices it immediately, his head lifting from the crook of your neck. His dark eyes met yours for a moment, a look of determination flashing through his irises.

“Does this feel like a dream to you, baby?”

Before you can reply, his lips brush against yours. Any worries that this wasn’t real melt away with each press of his mouth on yours. Silencing the fear that this will all disappear the moment you pull apart. The storm rages on as he kisses you with an electricity that rivals the lightning above you.

“Definitely not a dream,” you mumble, earning a soft chuckle from him.

You swallow the sound as you kiss him deeper, his ringed fingers gliding further up your thighs and under your dress. Your own slip underneath the collar of his jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Letting the rain soak into his white dress shirt, the fabric clinging to the muscles in his back.

Your hands quickly rake through his hair, tugging on the drenched curls as his mouth trails along your jaw. Continuing lower as he sucks harshly on your skin, enjoying the way your body responds to each press of his lips. A breathy whine spills past your own as his fingers reach the elastic band of your panties.

The tension between you continues to mount as you eagerly drag his mouth back to yours. Eddie’s fingers curl under the waistband, snapping the lace against your skin. You barely register the tearing of that same fabric, too preoccupied with his lips on yours. The clinking of his belt soon follows, aiding him in pushing his slacks down his thighs.

“Please,” you plead, lifting your hips against his. Not wanting to waste another second to have him buried inside you.

The brunette gently shushes you, pulling back for a moment as he rubs the tip of cock through your drenched folds. His pupils dilate as he takes in the way your lips part under his thumb. A shaky breath escapes them as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he coos, caressing your cheek as he guides his hips forward. Slowly slipping into your awaiting heat with a strangled groan, “I’ll take care of you.”

His actions are gentle, as your bodies become reacquainted with each other. Eddie guides your hands above your head, fingers lacing together in the dirt. Your thighs are snug around his hips, desperate to keep him as close as humanly possible.

He rocks his hips into yours at a deep but leisurely pace, letting him savor every moment he spends inside you. As neither of you know what will happen after this is all over, it’s not something you want to think about.

Being here, in this moment, with him is the only thing that mattered to you.

The ferocity of the storm drowns out the cries that leave your lips, much different from the agonized ones you had let out earlier. Everything feels heightened, pleasure coursing through your veins with each stroke of his cock.

There’s a sudden shift in his demeanor as his eyes glaze over with an almost dangerous glint. Similar to that of a predator who had locked eyes on his prey. Your heart rate increases as a deep growl permeates the air. His fingers slip out of yours, instead digging into the soil beside you as his body goes rigid.

The brown of his irises disappear from view as he squeezes them shut, worry beginning to fill your chest. Your hands reach up to cradle his face, feeling how tightly his jaw was clenched underneath your fingertips.

“Eds,” you call softly, but the male remains frozen above you— a statue of Adonis.

He was losing control, ready to slip through your fingers. But you had already lost him once, and you weren't about to let it happen again.

“Stay with me,” you implore, softly pressing your lips against the furrow between his eyes. Brushing the dirt from his cheeks as you continue to trail tender kisses across his face.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally speaks as your lips hover over his, your breath mingling together.

“You won’t,” you promise as your nose nudges against his.

Eddie seems reluctant as he opens his eyes, crimson beginning to bleed into his irises. “But there’s something different…” he trails off, searching for any trace of fear reflecting in your eyes. “I’m different.”

“I don’t care,” you don’t miss a beat, capturing his lips with yours once more.

He moans into your mouth, hands encircling your waist as you lift your hips, encouraging him to thrust deeper inside you. Your tongue slips past his lips, gliding along his front teeth. Coming to a sudden realization as you feel the pointed edge of his canines.

Logically you should feel frightened, but it seems to have the opposite effect on you. Your kisses become frantic as your walls flutter around his shaft, the sensation causing him to moan out your name. The pace of his hips quickens as your nails dig into the drenched dress shirt covering his back.

Your lips separate as you gasp, his cock hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. The both of you falling closer to that precipice with each thrust of his hips. But it’s not quite enough, needing to connect with him on a new level.

Eddie peers down at you in awe as your head falls back, baring your throat to him. “Do it,” you insist, guiding his mouth towards your neck.

You can sense his hesitation, his lips ghosting over your skin instead.

“Please, Eddie,” you beg, his groan vibrating against your throat. “I want you to.”

The sincerity in your tone squashes any doubts still lingering in his head. Allowing his teeth to graze against your tender flesh, testing his resolve.

“I trust you,” is what he needs to hear before he sinks his teeth into your neck.

Your body arches into his chest, trembling as that familiar wave of euphoria crashes over you— pulling you under completely. Eddie drinks from you greedily, continuing to work you through your high as his own steadily approaches.

“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he moans as his teeth detach themselves from your throat.

His tongue darts out, lapping up the blood that begins to trickle down the curve of your neck. The sight of his mark on you is almost enough to send him over the edge. But your pretty whines are the final nail in his coffin, hips stuttering as he fills you with his warmth.

“I love you.”

Those three little words are whispered against your collarbone as the male collapses onto you. A content smile spreads across your face as your fingers card themselves through his curls. The both of you soaking up this moment of bliss for as long as you can.

The rain above your heads has finally slowed to a drizzle, the pitter patter of the droplets matching your heartbeat. You don’t know how long you laid there like this, bodies intertwined on his grave.

But it didn’t matter, as long as it was him you were entangled with.

“I love you too,” you reply a while later, the male humming as he lifts his face from the crook of your neck, crimson smeared across his lips.

A fond look falls over his features as he leans down to kiss you again, the metallic taste of you lingering on his mouth. A thought suddenly occurs to you, causing you to giggle against his lips.

“What’s so funny, sweetness?” He muses, pulling away from you with a raised brow. You tuck a loose curl behind his ear, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

“Just trying to think of how to explain this to Steve.” You watch in amusement as a scowl appears on his face.

“Poor thing is gonna think I was mauled by a wild animal,” you tease, gesturing to the bite mark on your neck.

You see a flash of jealousy in his eyes, a low growl rumbles through his chest as his lips reattach themselves to your throat— causing you to squeal.

“Harrington’s just gonna have to deal with it,” he answered smugly, hugging your body closer to his.

The both of you completely unaware of the looming figure watching you from the tree line.

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wooataes · 4 months

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a wilted rose - ljh

pairing: mafia boss!lee jihoon x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au, angst, hurt and comfort, mentions of violence and guns, injuries, bruises, crying, swearing, implied murder, slight fluff, jihoon being protective (yes, that’s a warning)

summary: an unfortunate encounter has jihoon realize his true feelings for his wife.

a/n: toyed around with the idea of mafia!boss jihoon and this is what popped out 🙊 happy new year, friends!

- tae 💜🌸✨

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Lee Jihoon’s family is known as one of the most feared Mafia families in South Korea, his great grandparents having made a reputation for themselves that has been held up for generations.

Jihoon was born an only child and singular heir to the Lee fortune and the Lee legacy; having known from a young age that he would eventually end up being the leader of the Lee clan. He knew the family business was dangerous, and since being taught the ropes at 13, he knew that his relationships could be used against him from rival clans. This reason alone caused him to be cautious and callous with who he associated with. He only has two important people he would consider his friends.

His closest friend, Kwon Soonyoung also doubles as his right hand man. Both men grew up together due to Soonyoung’s father being close with Jihoon’s. Their frequent meetings caused the young men to be around eachother for long bouts of time, eventually being homeschooled together while their father’s talked business. For Jihoon, Soonyoung is the one and only person he could trust on this earth- time and time again, he has always proved his unchallenged loyalty to Jihoon and his father’s family. If Jihoon was irrational and unfiltered, Soonyoung was his voice of reason and his level-headed decision maker. To him, it was a match made in heaven.

The second person he considered his friend, or used to, was you. You came into both Jihoon and Soonyoung’s life at 8 years old, your family having been hired by Master Lee to work as live-in staff in their mansion. You were the only other child Jihoon and Soonyoung’s age, and despite Master Lee’s cold heart, he grew to treat you like his daughter and let Jihoon frequently spend his younger years playing with his two closest friends when they weren’t being homeschooled together until he was of age to get into the family business.

12 months ago, when Jihoon had just turned 25, Master Lee announced his soon to be retirement to his son. The only condition for Jihoon to step up to be head of the family business was simple but to Jihoon, was absolutely atrocious.

“I don’t understand why you think me marrying would be advantageous to the family, father.” He hisses, adjusting his chain around his neck, glaring at the stupid red rose, the Lee family staple, perfectly pinned to his lapel.

“It is not to a random woman, Jihoon.” Master Lee frowned.

“That makes it worse!” He barked, leaning his head back in frustration.

“Jihoon. You have to know that no one can be trusted in this business. I am not allowing you to marry outside of who we trust. They can slither their way into your heart and when you are at your most vulnerable, they take everything out from under you. If the enemy knows you’re committed to someone already, it keeps them from hurting us from the inside.”

“Yeah, it also makes Y/N the number one target to the enemy and they will try and swipe her away from under our noses!” He’s yelling now.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he cares too much for you. You’re too good to be associated with the dastardly business that is associated with being in the mafia; you’re a good hearted person who happily serves the Lee family alongside your just as good parents. You’re the one good thing that Jihoon has left, and he’d be damned if he couldn’t protect you.

“It’s not like you’re going to be parading her out for missions and stake outs.” Master Lee frowns. “She is only for the parties. So others know that you’re a committed man that will not waver. I guarantee you she will be protected. She will be treated like a queen in here, and she won’t ever have to see the dark side of the business. Son, I promise you.”

For 12 months, Jihoon, in the public eye was the perfect model husband with you. He stayed by your side faithfully at galas and parties, parading you around with a look of what was perceived as adoration by others. Behind closed doors however, Jihoon treated you like a ghost. Long gone was your once closest friend who you stayed up late with to binge watch stupid movies, playing video games and pranks on Soonyoung. The only thing that remained was a quiet man that only greeted you for one meal a day, to his insistence for the sake of ‘normalcy.’ In your opinion, it felt anything but. Your attempts at conversion were shut down with one worded answers or sometimes none at all, and over time, you grew to enjoy your meal with your husband in silence before going about your day around the Lee mansion alone.

Jihoon thought his father’s plan was working. For 12 months, his wife was safe and protected and never got caught up with any of the mafia business. He was in alliance with most rival clans and worked out plans and deals to work for the foreseeable future.

Sadly for Jihoon, Master Lee was full of shit.

Jihoon is frantic. The staff had alerted him while out for a meeting with an ally clan that you had been injured. They were intentionally vague with details, knowing their boss would fly off the handle at the extent to what your injuries were.

“She’s at home.” Jihoon hears Soonyoung’s voice over the phone.

“What the fuck happened, Soonyoung.” He is sure he is making his driver break at least 10 different road laws right now to get back to the mansion. He makes a mental note to contact the local police and send some generous gift baskets.

“The guards don’t know. I’m trying to get it out of them, but no luck yet.”

“She shouldn’t have been out unsupervised.” Jihoon winces, rubbing at his temples. “Tell them if they don’t give you an honest answer by the time I’m back, I will have their tongues.”

“Just go to her right now, Hoon-ah.”

Marching into the living room, Jihoon makes his presence known by the heavy thuds of his boots on the tiled floor. His eyes scan the room until they finally land on you, his childhood friend and arranged wife, sitting anxiously on the couch. He feels his eye twitch at the sight of no guards in sight, you having been left alone since you have returned.

You lift your head up shakily, your eyes widening at the sight of your husband. His long hair, usually sported in a bun atop his head is now strewn about and falling out of the elastic holding it together, suit jacket scrunched and twisted, red rose nowhere to be found. You’re astonished, having grown so used to seeing your husband with his perfect red rose on his lapel at all times. What you didn’t know that after having found out about your capture, he thrown it to the ground in frustration of his worst fears coming true.

“Jihoon?” You blink nervously.

This is the first time you’ve seen him properly (minus your daily lunches) for maybe a month. He stares intently across the room at you, scanning your body. You’re cradling your left wrist in your hand, a bruise in the perfect shape of a hand print forming around your wrist. His eyes lift to your face, his blood boiling at the sight of a small cut across your cheek, your right eye swelling up and starting to turn purple.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stutter, biting down on your lip. “I know I shouldn’t have-“

You flinch at the sight of Jihoon striding forward, only to pause when he walks straight past you and into the kitchen, causing your shoulders to deflate. You were stupid to think your best friend had come back for only a moment. You sink sadly into the couch, curling up slowly.

Your head stays facing down at the floor as you run your fingertip over the hand print on your wrist, wincing and hissing as you press a little too hard. You sigh after a moment, moving to stand up before you pause at the sight of Jihoon’s expensive dress shoes directly in front of you.

You look up nervously at him as he reaches out, delicately taking your wrist, face neutral as he runs his fingers gently over the bruise just like you had done, eyebrows furrowing. You shiver slightly, this being the first physical contact you have felt from your husband in months. Next, he reaches forward and tucks a stray hair behind your cheek before examining the darkening bruise over your eye. At this, you see his eyes darken, heaving a heavy sigh through his nose.

“Who the fuck did this to you.” His voice is soft as he eyes you.

“I-I…”

“I need to know who did this.” He pleads.

“It was Hwang.” You whimper.

His jaw clenches. Hwang has sworn vengeance against the Lee family ever since Master Lee cut ties and alliances with the Hwang’s over his unethical practices. In Hwang’s words, he wanted to poison the perfect garden of roses that Master Lee built.

“H-he said it was a warning..” you can’t look Jihoon in the face. “T-to keep your wife on a leash or else something could happen. Jihoon, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t have gone out, I didn’t want to cause any more trouble.” You’re crying softly now, wincing at the pain that your swelling is causing.

You tense up as you feel something cool delicately rest on your cheek, opening your eyes to see your husband holding an ice pack gently to your face. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he moves you so you’re sitting down on the couch once more.

“You stay here until Soonyoung gets back to look after you, okay?” He instructs you as you just stare at him, bewildered. “Do you hear me, Y/N?” You nod your head slowly as you cradle the ice pack to your cheek. “Good.”

You watch Jihoon turn around and march back towards the front door of the mansion, pointing to Mr Kim, one of the guards who has been in Jihoon’s family for years. “Make sure no one comes inside this mansion except for me and Soonyoung. You guard her with your life until he gets here.” The man nods his head sternly as he moves to stand in the doorway between the living room and the entryway.

“J-Jihoon? Where are you going?” You ask nervously as your husband adjusts the gun holster around his waist, his voice cold and deadly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m going to kill the fucker who thought he could touch my wife and get away with it.”

And with that, the door slams behind him, leaving you alone with Mr Kim eyeing the door sternly.

You stay anxiously in the living room for what feels like an eternity, waiting to hear anything from Jihoon or his guards. You jolt at the sound of the door after only 15 minutes of sitting in silence, breathing a sigh of relief as you see Soonyoung rush inside and run straight towards you.

“Soon…” you whimper as he meets you halfway, immediately pulling you close and hugging you to his chest.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He breathes out, shaky. “The one fucking day I had to go run some errands…”

You hate the fact that Hwang probably waited for Soonyoung to be away from you to strike.

“Soon, it’s fine…” you whisper, wincing as he pulls away to look down at your face, closely examining your swelling eye.

“It’s not fine, look at you!”

“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” You whisper, and he just sighs with frustration, leading you to the couch and sitting you up against the cushions, laying a fluffy blanket over you.

“You’re going to sit here and we are going to watch some tv until Jihoon-ah gets back, okay?” He settles down beside you.

“Soonyoung, you can go have a shower or eat or something...” Your voice is low as he scrolls through random movies to play on Netflix.

“Nope.” He made a promise to stay with you until Jihoon gets back, and he will stay true to his word. Eating and washing up can wait.

“Y/N-ah.” Soonyoung glances at his phone after a few hours. The ice pack against your cheek is now lukewarm, your legs having shaken non-stop since you’d been forced to sit down.

“Hm..” you hum in response.

“Jihoon-ah will be home in 5 minutes. He asked for me to give you both some privacy and take care of some clean-up. Will you be okay with Mr Kim watching you?”

“Okay.” You respond nervously, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Soonyoung gently touches your good cheek with his finger.

“I’ll be in the other room making calls if you get scared between now and then. Okay?”

“Thank you, Soonie.” You whisper, looking up at him with a grateful smile.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles back before turning around and walking down the hall, leaving you alone once more as the panic begins to rise in your body.

You’re lucky you don’t have to wait long, as true to Soonyoung’s word, Jihoon steps inside his mansion and into the living room not even 5 minutes later, heaving a sigh. When you spot him, you rush quickly to him, immediately noticing the blood on his shirt and causing you to panic even more.

“Oh god.. you’re bleeding, what have I done? Your father will have me for this.” You quickly try to wipe the blood off his shirt (which you’re relieved to realize isn’t his). Jihoon surprises you both as he reaches forward to take your injured wrist again, pulling you to him and wrapping his arms tight around your waist.

He pulls your head into the crook of his neck, squeezing you to him as his chin rests on top of your head, grip tight on your shirt. You’re shaking before you just melt into his embrace, holding onto his jacket tight as he hums.

“Are you okay.” When you just nod, he pulls back to look into your face. “I need to hear it from you, Y/N. Please… just humor me.”

“Yeah, I’m okay, Hoonie.” You breathe out with wide eyes.

Why does he look so scared?

He sighs with finality before he pulls you back to him, hugging you tight for the first time since he was forced to hold you at your wedding over 12 months ago.

“We will need more security.” He mumbles to you as he holds you tight. “Guards at every post. When we go out, when you’re out in the garden, everywhere. It’s clear they know your schedule so we need to throw them off your scent.” He is talking a mile a minute as he keeps you close to his chest, afraid you’d slip away. “As a precaution, I will have guards sweep the house for any bugs they could have planted. Tonight, we will sleep in the safe house. Is that okay with you, Y/N?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You whisper, your face buried in his shirt. You don’t want to leave his side as much as he doesn’t too - this being the most affection you’ve gotten from someone in 12 months.

“Fuck.” Jihoon didn’t account for the fact his safe house only had one king size bed. “You can take the bed, okay… I can take the couch.”

“Don’t be silly.” You hum, already dragging him to the bed. “We’re both adults here. I think we can handle sharing a bed. We used to in school, right Hoonie?”

“I mean yeah, but we weren’t married then.”

“We’re only married on paper. Why are you being so iffy?” You laugh, wincing as your smile hurts your bruising cheek. Without thinking, he reaches out to cup your face worriedly, examining the bruise before rushing out to the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a small ice pack to press to your cheek.

“I’d feel more comfortable if you were close, Hoon. Please.” You ask quieter now as he rocks awkwardly on his heels.

“Only until you’re asleep.” He bargains, and you nod quickly.

“Deal.”

After an awkward intermission of you both getting ready to share the bed for the first time since your wedding, you’re finally drifting off, curled up beside your husband as he sits up against the bed head, stiff as a board in sweatpants and a large jumper. Jihoon lays on top of the blankets so he can make an easy get away when you fall into a deep sleep.

He’s about to up and leave as your breathing evens out, thinking you’re asleep when he feels you shift. You scoot closer, hand finding his as your head nestles comfortably against his shoulder. You visibly relax at his warmth, your shaky hands slowing to a stop as you essentially glue yourself to his side. He tenses up, looking down at you with wide eyes as you finally fall asleep. He frowns deeply at the sight of your bruise showing before aggressively sighing to himself and wrapping his free arm around you to hold you against his chest. He is unable to resist your cuteness. That, and he wants to protect you, of course.

Jihoon refuses to sleep a wink in case someone tries to break in, but after hour four of him stroking your arm delicately with his cheek resting on top of your forehead, he feels himself drifting off.

When he wakes up, he sees you’re still cuddled up to him, but almost jumps out of his skin when he sees Soonyoung standing at the foot of the bed with a knowing smirk on his face.

“It took you long enough to treat your wife like she is your wife.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jihoon hisses out as quietly as possible to not wake you, his cheeks bright red. “If she wakes up, I’ll have your head.”

“I’m sure you will.” He winks.

“Kwon Soonyoung I swear to god if my wife wasn’t sleeping against me right now, you’d be six feet under.”

“Mhm~” he sing songs, stepping out the bedroom door.

“If you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 6 months

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I have a very serious question I need your urgent response on: Which lookism boys give you a “My girl is mad at me. I hope I die” energy? 🧐

this made me lol. sorry about my lack of urgency anon.

Lookism boys :'My girl is mad at me. I hope I die' energy

Dead. So dead. A rotting corpse.

The first whiff of your displeasure, they will drop dead. Either that or be on their knees, tears in their eyes, hands clasped together, begging for forgiveness.

+ Goo Kim, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jay Hong, Zack Lee

Wilting before your very eyes.

A little less... dramatic. But their heart is shattering into a million pieces. They've upset you? Your pain is their pain. You might as well just stab them in the heart when they realise.

+ Goo Kim, Daniel Park, Vasco Tabasco, Jake Kim, Jace Park, Jibeom Kwak, Lineman

Playing it cool, but secretly dying.

'Get over it. Who cares?' They do. They care. Also likely to tell you to calm down, you're overreacting, you're being hysterical. They must have a death wish. 99% chance of dying by your hands.

+ Goo Kim, Vin Jin

You're mad? That's fine. That's healthy, they suppose. A relationship that is smooth sailing all the time is just unrealistic. Will still toss and turn in bed all night dwelling on it.

+ Warren Chae, Sinu Han, Brad Lee, Jason Yoon, Jerry Kwon, Xiaolong, Jihan Kwak, Eli Jang, Hudson Ahn, Gun Park (maybe), Johan Seong (once he stops being childish)

Stay mad.

🤷🏻‍♀️

+ Goo Kim, Gun Park, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo, DG

(Goo's energy is entirely dependent on his mercurial moods. Good luck!)

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squishyimps · 2 months

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When the tkl paralysis hittin’ 😔

#tickle art #sfw twords #foster’s home for imaginary friends tickles #lee!wilt

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contakaidigon · 2 years

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Brennan’s characters making devastating decisions is bad enough but then the man has to go and explain the reasoning behind them and break my heart all over again. The audacity.

Text is a lightly paraphrased quote from Brennan Lee Mulligan, from the Adventuring Party episode “Trinkets for Everybody”.

[ID: a 7-panel vertical comic using a gradient of sunset-like colours from deep purple to orange-pink to pale yellow.

Panel 1: Text at the top reads “And in that moment, you get it.” The text frames a profile of Delloso de la Rue’s face in their true, owl bear form. Below is a profile bust of KP Hob, looking upward with a shocked expression. Next to him is text that reads “You’re a liability.”

Panel 2: A silhouette of Rue on their glamoured form floats in the centre of the panel, with a paler silhouette of their true behind them. Text starts at the top and trickles down, reading “They we’re struggling with things you couldn’t even comprehend.”

Panel 3: Hob’s hand, in black, reaches downward from out of frame. Rue’s glamoured hand, in white, reaches up toward it tentatively. Text reads: “It was never about you.”

Panel 4: Text at the top, next to a peony, reads “But smelling those peonies…” Petals float downwards, and text over them reads: “You feel this way. It’s undeniable.” The bottom of the panel is a silhouette of a pile of petals, framing the scene of the duel between Hob and Wuvvy, with glamoured Rue standing behind Wuvvy, head bowed. Large text above the scene reads “They don’t.”

Panel 5: Text reads “So… what? You’re going to go humiliate yourself again?”. The image is of two diverging paths in a hedge maze. On the left are long shadows of laughing goblins, and on the right are peonies, growing on the hedge and scattered on the ground.

Panel 6: The background is entirely deep navy. The word “No.” is in the centre of the panel, in white. At the bottom right corner is the outline of a wilting peony.

Panel 7: The same dark background. Hob stands, his hand on his halberd, his back to the viewer. He is facing to the left, eyes cast downward, with a determined but hurt expression. Large white text behind him, oppressive in how it fills up the panel, reads: “Go do your job.”

/end ID]

#ah hob. i love you so much #dimension 20 #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #kp hob #delloso de la rue #brennan lee mulligan #art #digital art #illustration #drawing #artists on tumblr

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Cruel Summer - Jace Velaryon x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Virgin!Jace, Nerdy!Fratty!Jace, 80’s AU, frottage, male m4stürb4t10n, pining, Jace’s huge mf schlong, babysitter reader, Dornish!Reader, fluffy, awk first times, Jace working that thang, horny ass mofo, multiple o’s, pnv!sex, so much lube, wet n messy yeah

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Jacaerys Velaryon was fucked. Sincerely fucked. He was home from his freshman year of college and there she was. Playing with little Aeg and Vis in the pool. Olive skin gleaming with droplets, a one piece fiery red and high cut. Revealing those thighs for days.

She could put Jamie Lee Curtis in Perfect to shame. Fucking Dornish babysitter that was unimaginably hot. She was back from her study abroad in Essos apparently. Luke laughed from behind, “Don’t bust the window out with that wood, Jacey.”

“Shut the fuck up Luke,” Jace barked and turned away to stomp to his room. His younger brother’s laugh echoed from downstairs. The brunette flopped down on his bed, staring up at all the old posters in his room. God, he was still such a nerd.

Joined a frat and everything, met his best friend Cregan. Cregan could pull any girl he wanted, like many others in the fraternity. Jace got a tentative handy and many attempts for pussy actually. Apparently he had a horse cock. That’s how that crazy Greyjoy bastard put it anyways.

But he still didn’t lose his v-card. Not because of an embarrassingly small prick of course, no, he ran the normal chicks off and the real sleazy ones made him wilt faster than a dying plant. A nerdy Virgin who still stuttered around chicks unless he had a couple drinks in his system.

And for the the love of the seven he was still hard as nails from baby’s perky tits. Baby. That’s what the Velaryon clan called her since little Viserys pointed at the girl and called her, “Baby! Mah babysidder!” So it stuck. Drove him fucking nuts.

The other side of the family came over for dinner and Aegon was all over Baby. But she smirked and ate it up. Why would she even want that idiotic slimeball? He’d gained, like, so much weight at college.

Aegon didn’t give a fuck though. He had that confidence border lining delusion. Jace stuttered and grinned like a fool in front of their long-time neighbor. He palmed at his cock, shifting to slide down his track pants and get his cock out, imagining himself chatting her up.

She’d giggle and press her pretty tits closer to him, purring in that Dornish lilt, “Mhm baby, want that big cock of yours so bad, kiss those pretty lips while you split me open, mmm.” Jace was stroking himself rough and quick, other hand tugging heavy balls. Biting his plump lower lip the brunette moaned, “Yeah, yeah, gonna fuck you so ha-ah-ard! Suck on those tits of yours-oh fuck!”

Jacaerys gasped as his thick cock spurted on his hand and chest, whining through his nose as he tugged his balls one good last time. He flopped back, heavy cock slapping luridly against his exposed thigh. It wasn’t long until he dozed off into sleep. Just to wake up with more cum on his belly, dreams of her dark lips enveloping the blunt tip of his cock.

Jace grumbled, “Seven forgive me, I’m like a fucking middle schooler.” He stripped his ruined clothes off and hopped into a long, hot shame shower, scrubbing the residual embarrassment off. His mom would be home soon and Uncle Daemon was probably cooking dinner now.

No one dwelled on Uncle Daemon. Targaryens are weird. Baela and Rhaena were awesome though. Half of his clothes were unpacked so Jace put on a polo button-up, jeans, and loafers. How fratty of him. He may have spent too long trying to manage his hair mullet in the mirror.

He trudged downstairs, Joff arguing with Luke over the Nintendo. Jace hollered, “It’s a stupid game you idiots!” Baela and Rhaena were curled on the couch while they ogled over a magazine with Motley Crüe or something on the cover.

Daemon was cooking, chatting with her. She turned and flashed a shining smile, Viserys in her lap. Baby cooed, “Jacey, you look all grown up! College looks good on you, when did you get home?”

Jace’s cheeks reddened and he mumbled, “Uh, a couple hours ago but I was wiped, my bad. How was Essos?”

Daemon snorted at his lame response, working on stir fry. She launched into a spiel about the culture in Braavos, chatting in that warm way of hers. He needed a drink of water. Badly. The moment was interrupted when his mom came into the kitchen, unloading her briefcase and opening her arms for little Aegon and Viserys.

She grinned at him, “Jacaerys, my sweet boy, you look so handsome. We’re all back together!” Daemon lamented, “What a joy!” She shushed the blonde and cooed at the boys, grinning. Jace looked up to make eye contact with Baby, her dark eyes hooded and intense. She sipped her orange juice, pink tongue coming out to lick away a stray drop.

Jace darted to the cabinets to get a glass for water. Ice fucking cold. He mingled a bit, answering questions about grades, the frat, making new friends. Daemon was intrigued about Cregan, his best friend. “A Northman! I guess you need a frigid bastard.” Jace rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

Across from Baby. Who was wearing a pretty green blouse tucked into sinfully tight shorts. The blouse in question was showing off her tits, making his cheeks redden again. Everyone milled in, filling the huge table while Daemon passed out the plates of food.

He remained quiet as Rhaena talked about her tennis matches. He almost threw his fork when a bare foot nudged his own. Baby was smiling around her drink, eyes on Daemon’s girl. The eldest son chewed on some chicken slowly so he wouldn’t start choking. Because Baby’s foot was traveling up his thigh, stroking along, then toeing at his thighs. Jace whimpered, covering it poorly up with a cough.

Rhaenyra’s thin brows furrowed as she asked, “You okay sweetheart?” He nodded, making an excuse about ‘the wrong windpipe’. Baby smirked and scooched her chair forward, ball of her foot rubbing Jace’s erection.

He stood up abruptly, croaking, “Ah- I- I don’t feel well. I think it was the fast food earlier. I’m going to retire early.” His mom told him to stay in touch if anything got worse, the rest, including her, gave well wishes.

Half waddling up the stairs Jace slumped on the ground, propped up on his bed. He stared at the Star Wars poster, wondering why he couldn’t have super self-control powers like Luke Skywalker or something. But she was obviously flirting with him, sultry eyes and teasing toes evidence of that.

Jace’s heart beat rapidly, unsure of what to do. Baby was actually a very sweet girl, never a bad word spoken about her in highschool. She’d see his cock and run away screeching. He held his head in his hands, groaning in displeasure.

“Man up and fuck the girl!,” Dalton’s voice echoed.

“Obviously she’s into ya’ just give it a try,” was Cregan’s deeper tone.

Jace would just do what he did best— brood until further notice. His cock had already died down some from his anxiety. And brood he did, turning up the radio to Bananarama’s cruel summer. How fucking apt.

He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

The door cracked slightly, a thin light of illumination coming through. Jace groaned, “M’fine mom.” Her sultry accent came back, “No silly, it’s me.” He bolted upright and opened his mouth to get a manicured finger pressed to them. Baby whispered, “Hush, they think I’m gone for the night. You ran off on me?”

Jace stuttered, “I-I was going to cum at the table.”

She cocked her head and climbed onto the bed next to him, hand rubbing his chest tenderly. Baby murmured, “You never played a little footsie? Look at you, I know you were beating the girls off with a stick.” Jace miserably laughed, “Yeah, that didn’t go as planned.”

“What do you mean?”

Jace flushed and whined, “Oh god, I’ve messed around and stuff. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re a virgin.”

The Velaryon turned away from Baby and murmured, “Yes, big whoop, Jace is still a stuttering virgin bitch.” She laughed and climbed onto his lap, grinning. He moaned, “It’s horrid, not funny Baby.” The girl played with his hair, scratching as she sought his dark eyes.

“I don’t think it’s funny because you’re a virgin. I think it’s funny because you’re so handsome. What is it? Anxiety, I get that. I was nervous too at first,” she pressed closer to whisper, “But I’ve had an awakening in college.” Jace couldn’t help but moan softly at her warm breath and soft tits.

He stammered, “Y-yeah?”

She purred, “Mhm. Found out I like em’ big. Bigger the better. Gods it feels amazing.” She shifted on his lap, his cock already back in full form. She gasped, “Oh- seems like you’re just my type too. Not every girl can take something like you’re packing. Not a girl that cares about you Jacaerys Velaryon.”

His eyes boggled. She? The most gorgeous girl who has tormented his wet dreams since puberty, cared about him. He grew serious, eyes narrowing, “Are you joking?”

“Why would I lie? I’ve been trying to get your damn attention for ages Jacey,” she turned to look down, Jacaerys pushing back her thick locks as she admitted, “I kinda, hah, would accidentally say your name in the height of passions.”

“So, do you want me? I shared my embarrassing moment and feelings.” She stared in earnest, breathtakingly gorgeous.

He nodded vicariously, “I’ve always wanted you Baby, fuck, like so bad.” He carelessly moved forward, cradling her head as he kissed the darker girl. She titled her head so they didn’t collide noses, rutting further on his cock, rough denim against his briefs. She moaned into the kiss, keeping one hand in his hair, the other trailing down to the slit in his underwear.

Jacaerys lapped at her warm tongue, lips sensually moving against her own. He softly whined through his nose when she pulled him out, getting a feel for the heft and length. She hummed, “Big boyyy, gods, stupid girls don’t know what they’re missing.”

The brunette blurted dumbly, “I don’t want those stupid girls. Like. At all.”

“Good. I get jealous. Dornish blood runs hot.”

“So does Targaryen.”

They returned to desperately sharing kisses, the girl unbuttoning her shorts desperately, Jace yanking them off and tossing the denim. She remained in a scrap of clothing desperately humping her wet pussy against him. Jace groaned, “Baby, baby, god, need you?”

She tied her thick hair back in a flurry of movement, unbuttoning and slinging off the blouse, heavy tits on display. Jacaerys instinctively covered them with his calloused hands, squeezing at flesh and thumbing at pebbled nipples, relishing in her soft whining,

She rasped, “Lube?”

“Lube?”

“Do you have lube Jacey? You have a monster cock, remember?” She began to snicker as Jace rifled around his bed and side drawer, eventually finding the tube of KY. Jacaerys stuttered, “Oh-ah, how do you want me?” While she yanked down his underwear Baby responded, “Missionary, can fit you better that way, just need a pillow under my back. You can, fuck, move my legs up for more.”

Jace flipped them around, panting with excitement. He grabbed a condom too, about to tear it open but she stopped and hummed, “M’on the pill, you’re good sweetie.” He was going to combust. But he liberally squirted lube on his fingers first, he’d done that before. “Good boy,” she rasped as Jace slid the substance around.

He dove two thick fingers into her slick cunt, stretching and rubbing at that spot making Baby call his name and squirm. He added more KY just for the hell of it, enjoying the slick and lurid noises. Then a third finger fit and he was vigorously fingering the Dornish, leaning over to suck and bite at those huge tits. She whined and clawed at his biceps, but Jace was lost in the pleasure.

He couldn’t stop, this was like crack, every sweet noise and her sloppy cunt driving him further into the need to send her into an orgasm. She did after he managed to stuff his pinky in, abusing her g-spot. Baby slapped a hand over her mouth and gushed on him, howling behind her hand, squirming and shaking.

Jace’s eyes rolled back at the wonderful sight; tear streaked face, swollen lips, heaving breasts. Baby rasped, “You fucking monster, hah, c’mere and kiss me. I know you’re excited but I want that cock more than a couple o’ pumps.”

In a sensual, lazy embrace, they twisted in the oldest dance, laughing, whining, moaning. Baby nipped his plush lips, murmuring, “Such pretty fucking lips, want them on my pussy next time.”

He kissed her harder, tucking that idea away for later.

Their make-out had turned into sloppy humping again, the eldest Velaryon gasping, “Oh, m’ready, lemme have you please!” Baby goaded him on, “Yeah, yeah, lube it up ‘kay?” Jace did so with expediency, liberally coating the heavy member.

When his blunt cockhead began to breach her entrance his mouth fell open, eyes rolling around. Baby purred, “Mmm, yeah Jacey, gonna feel s’good, slow slow, ease into it.” The brunette did his best to take it slow but the tight, wet grip around his cock had him sucking in breath and whining on every other breath.

He was about halfway now, sweating from holding back, maneuvering those perfect legs of hers to over his elbows. She arched her back and moaned, “Yes, yes, stuffing me all up baby boy.” Jace could only garble nonsense as he bottomed out, cock sleeved in her cunt. He was in heaved, Baby’s pussy so hot and ridged, pulsing around him.

“Cuh-can I?,” he wheezed.

“Mhmmmm,” she sighed with dreamy eyes.

Jacaerys tentatively pulled back and slapped back in with a wet noise. He cried out helplessly, tucking his mouth onto a perky nipple. Then instinct took over. Fuck. Breed. Fill. Jace could get very one-track minded and focused it all on fucking his Baby silly, trying to keep that need of blowing in the future.

The bed shook, she cried out, Jace keened her name, pounding her roughly. So much for keeping it quiet. “Oh gods, you feel s’good, fuck, it’s s’good,” he repeated.

“I- mm! Know!,” she whimpered.

He moved her legs over his shoulders, living in the moment, all the noises and heavenly feelings. She had bit down on a pillow to keep from screaming, shaking from head to toe. Baby was milking him like a vice now, pussy just dripping and messy. Messier when he came in her poor slit.

That thought felt like a gut punch and she bit harder, squirting on his cock. He must’ve spoken that thought out loud, desperately panting her name as he emptied his heavy balls into her cunt, stuffing it with load after load, Jace shaking and whimpering at the intensity.

They stayed locked together, both too oversensitive to move. Jace had dropped her pretty thighs, rubbing them as he laid on her chest. Her shaky hand played with his hair. Baby hoarsely muttered, “You’re mine forever. I mean it.”

“Guh- uh- yes Baby.”

They needed a shower. Then maybe Jace could try that whole pussy eating thing. Clean her up good and well, make her cry from the third orgasm. Fuck. He sure had some stories to tell Cregan when he got back.

#jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys smut #hotd smut #dornish!reader #afab!reader #wwcd: what would Cregan do?#this was fun

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7Dream + Comforting You

a/n: just because I'm having a hard time lol; sorry; I hope this brings other people some comfort too ... tw mentions of panic + OCD + general sadness

Mark Lee

"Hey."

You waddle into Mark's room, and he tears himself away from his daily affirmations book. It only takes one look at you - in your oversized hoodie and stained sweatpants - for him to put his pen down.

"Hey," he responds, equally soft. You sit on the floor, a little bit under him, and blow a shaky breath from your cheeks, mouth opening just a second. And Mark waits, for you to say something, or even move. He slides his palms down his thighs, pausing at the tip of his knees, then joins you on the ground. "Is something ..."

A beat passes, the both of you understanding his implication: is something wrong?.

"I just," you inhale, eyes darting from the wall to the ground, barely glancing at him out the corner of your eye before settling on your twiddling fingers. "I just need some extra support right now," you confess. "I've been feeling a little bit ... insecure." You scrunch your nose at the word, but Mark nods along, nodding into your personal space, encouraging you to continue. He knows that it takes you a minute, sometimes, just to label your feelings, so he tries not to break your train of thought. "You - You don't need to say anything, but ..." You swallow, stifling a little at the conjunction, and look at him. That's when he sees the glassy tinge around your irises. "But can you listen for a little bit?"

Mark brushes messy hairs away from your face with his index finger, holding them back with his palm. Then, he rubs the apples of your cheeks, soothing the swelling already having settled in.

"Of course," he says simply, not wanting to say more, unsure exactly how to support you without knowing more.

And as you get deeper and deeper into divulging your insecurities, you fall onto his shoulder, then into his arms, then against his chest. Mark holds you up, unfolding his legs to bring you even closer. He can smell the cherry blossom shampoo you stole borrowed from Renjun last week. Somewhere along the line, after circulating the same thought, playing devil's advocate against yourself, you trail off and hug his waist.

"I'm sorry. I know how that sounds. It probably didn't make very much sense. I just -"

"I hear you," he whispers, stopping you from starting again. A hiccup in your apology brings you out of his arms, but he grabs you again, by the cheeks, making you look him in the eyes. "You must've been struggling for awhile. It's okay to feel insecure sometimes." Mark slides you back into his chest, comfortably, his lips close enough to kiss the top of your head. "I'm proud of who you are right now. You're amazing."

Huang Renjun

Renjun wanders down the hall to your apartment, entering swiftly with the key you gave him months ago. You were supposed to meet him for coffee earlier but never showed up, and since the café is just up the street, he decided to ask, in person, if you are okay.

He calls your name through the living room and the kitchen, meeting dust and organized DVD shelves. The flowers in the hall on the IKEA cabinet show signs of wilting, the water browning at the surface, and he frowns. It probably should have been replaced yesterday, or the day before. Renjun walks further into your apartment, and he trips on a trail of slippers leading from your bathroom to bedroom, where he finds you, just sitting at the desk, staring at a blank notebook. He walks around you, back facing the window and alarm clock displaying the time: 3:23 P.M. You still have the pen in your hand, blue ink decorating gibberish between your fingers. Renjun grabs your arm, gently turning you away from all the stationery. He sees the veins more prominently in your eyes, the wooly hairs around your ears, the slight break between the seam of your lips. And it's only when he touches your arm that you react; you jolt, sitting up straighter, eyes blinking up to his face.

"I'm sorry." You pull away, into the flexible chair spine, bouncing a bit, then wipe your nose with your sleeve. "Were you waiting for me?"

Renjun nods, small, a few times, and kneels on the ground. "Don't be sorry." He pauses for a second, slowly stuttering his head into your lap, no solid emotion palpable at the moment for him to gauge your actions. But he knows that you like to run your hands through his fluffy hair. "I just wanted to check on you. Is everything okay?"

And he's proven right, to some degree, when you thread your fingers behind his head, crawling down to his ears.

You don't say anything, though, for awhile; Renjun can almost hear the clock tick behind him, but when he opens his mouth, he feels the entire chair shake, and he looks up at you - your bottom lip quivers, and you bite it to stop; your fingers, all ten digits, tremble, and you curl them into fists under your long-sleeve shirt. Still, you nod, yes.

"I have a lot of things to do," you answer him, finally, "and it's just stressing me out a little bit." You meet his eyes and shake your face, giving him a small smile. "Sorry."

Renjun strings his hands with yours. "It's okay," he nods, "Tell me about it. We can do everything together."

Lee Jeno

Maybe two or three weeks have passed since Jeno last saw you, a fault of your misaligned schedules, really. His job keeps him busy from dawn til dusk, sometimes further, and he sacrifices your relationship, selfishly, at these points. But, today, when he goes to your apartment, Jeno finds you laying on the living room rug, back against the couch, hugging a pillow under your chin, and scrolling through random Instagram reels.

Slowly - and quietly -, he takes off his jacket at the front door, hanging it above his loud shoes. He takes long strides toward you, speeding to get close again before he lays on the ground in front of you.

"Hey," he gives you a small smile, mostly through his eyes.

You glance at him, waving your fingers only slightly above your phone, no words communicated. The pillow squishes your cheeks upward, temporarily removing the frown in your lips, supporting an equally small smile that doesn't meet your eyes.

"How was your day?" he tries, scooting a little bit closer, gently reaching out to your elbow.

You clear your throat and lock your phone, blue light fading between the both of you. "Okay," you answer, voice cracking, then bring the pillow closer down your stomach. "How was your day?"

"Also okay," he lies, smoothly. To be honest, his schedule tore down his muscles and threw a tornado in his brain. He mostly looked forward to seeing you tonight, so he's okay, right now, with waiting for you again, sensing that you might need something from him.

You both kind of just stare at each other for a few seconds, until Jeno makes the first move, seeing the quiver in your lip, even with your teeth biting it down. Cautiously, he wraps an arm over you waist and another under your neck, pulling you half-way on top of him. And you sigh on his shoulder, full weight sinking into him, breath shaking your torso.

"It's okay," he whispers, squeezing you tighter. "I'm here."

Lee "Haechan" Donghyuck

"Sorry," you apologize again, pulling a plastic take out box from the steaming water underneath, while Haechan enters your apartment. "I didn't feel like cooking."

Haechan peeks over to your trash can, where other boxes waterfall over the edge, piling up on the ground. "How long have you felt like not cooking?" he asks skeptically, still accepting the dish anyway.

You shrug, offering the unused counter a half-smile, handing him a plastic fork, not bothering to plate the food on ceramic. "Awhile I guess." You sit down at the table first, choosing the mismatched foldable chair - the orange color contrasting against the blue table and its single match.

Haechan glances at the rabokki, cheese melted mostly over the rice cakes, drowning out any color under 560 nm. He looks back to you in the dining room, thinning his lips. Usually stores also give side dishes, but he sees none, so he pokes around your kitchen further, first looking in the refrigerator, then the sink, then the trash; the Styrofoam containers are in the the overflowing bin. Haechan sighs, shoulders deflating, and looks at you again.

Sometimes, the two of you would just eat dinner at the same table, not really together, settling into silence as you individually read or scroll through your phones. Other times, you catch up about the day or on each other, holding hands over a metaphorical candlelight, until he pulls your chair closer. But it's been awhile since he has eaten at your apartment; the both of you either eating out, eating at each other's offices, etc. And he knows that you value a homecooked meal, which is why, as he walks over to you, touching your elbow to break your blank staring contest with the wall, he says:

"This doesn't have enough vegetables. I'm going to cook something for us. Join me?"

You swallow a long noodle, licking the sauce off your lip, retreating into yourself, and whisper, "You don't have to ..."

Haechan gives you a bigger smile, grabbing your hand. "It's for me," he lies and stands you up, guiding you with him into the kitchen.

Na Jaemin

[You, 3:21 P.M]

Can you bring me my inhaler, please?

[You, 3:21 P.M.]

To the bathroom.

The bathroom is literally adjacent to your bedroom. Jaemin, in the living room, is further than you from your inhaler, even with his long height to cross the distance quickly. But still, your odd text makes him comply, and he practically runs from the couch, throwing his phone down on the cushions, to grab the panacea. He knows that you have a hundred placebos laying around your apartment, but he’s never actually seen you use them. Yeah, he made a point, since he’s known you, to mentally know each location, but you never let him in enough to help you.

He knocks on the door first, as a signal that he's entering, to give you time to adjust. And after a beat of silence, he wanders inside, gently calling your name.

"I'm coming in," he announces, loudly, over the bathroom fan and sepia light. He hides behind the door, face looking outward, allotting more time in case you need to kick him out, or hide yourself, but still, he hears nothing, so he looks inside, glancing around eye level, then he drops to the ground, where you have the heels of your palms pressed into your eyes and your chest pumps up and down rapidly.

Gently, he pulls your dominant hand down. Your eyes tighten, crows feet deepening in the corners. Jaemin guides the inhaler, through your palm, into your mouth, squeezing the pump with his larger thumb twice. And you relax, just as quickly, breathing slowing. You uncurl from your knees, unwinding against the shower stall, head banging on the glass. Jaemin sprawls a leg forward, joining you on the memory foam rug (well, on the small space he can sit). He pulls you into his arms, resting your sweaty forehead over his shoulder, as he rubs your back.

"Relax," he drawls calmly, one hand on your chest, above your heart. You wrap a hand around his wrist, drawing your knees into his lap. He can feel your pulse through your fingertips and slows his palm on your back, only dragging his hand downward, then picking it back up to start on your C12. "It's okay," he kisses your head. "You're safe and loved. We can sit here for as long as you want."

Zhong Chenle

He feels bad.

Chenle has cancelled plans on you everyday the past two weeks, mostly at last minute, after you'd gotten to the venue, already waiting for his late ass. So, today, he planned to get to the coffee shop early. He just texted you the wrong thing.

[KHCL, 3:12 P.M.]

Hey. Just got off work. Heading home.

[You, 3:13 P.M.]

Oh.

[KHCL, 3:14 P.M.]

Are we still meeting today?

[You, 3:17 P.M.]

Yeah, but it's okay if you want to cancel. We don't have to go.

His car reads his text, and Chenle frowns, brows furrowing as deep as his lips. So, he spontaneously pulls over to the side of the road, ignoring the line of honks from people to whom he didn't signal. He lowers the music volume, then picks up his phone, holding it with both hands, debating between a text and call.

[You, 3:19 P.M.]

We can reschedule to next week, when you're not as busy.

[KHCL, 3:20 P.M.]

What? No.

[KHCL, 3:21 P.M.]

I just forgot my wallet at home.

[KHCL, 3:21 P.M.]

Did you want to cancel?

[KHCL, 3:23 P.M.]

Hello?

[KHCL, 3:26 P.M.]

Are you okay?

The familiar message dots bubble from your phone to his, appearing and disappearing several times in the same minute, so Chenle makes the decision to call you.

You don't pick up.

So he calls you again.

You don't pick up again.

He calls one more time.

... And you don't pick up that time either.

So he puts his car into drive and speeds down to your apartment. He parks his car just as quickly, running up the stairs. The only moment he gets to breathe is when he knocks on your door, because it takes you a couple minutes to answer.

You open the door, just a crack, and Chenle pushes his way into your living room, first observing the mess, then looking you up and down. You still have your pyjamas on - at 3:30 in the afternoon; hair tangled in the middle, not at the ends. As he scrutinizes you, mouth thinning, you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly finding the accent wall more interesting than when you first set it up.

"Hey," Chenle calls, softly, crossing the distance. His fingers pad into your cheek, making you look at him. "Are you okay?"

"No, yeah," your voice cracks through the second syllable. "I'm - I'm fine."

"Did you still want to cancel?" He gestures at your attire.

But you shake your head, no. "I understand if you do though. "

Chenle's shoulders drop, and he tilts his head to the side, almost tsking, if you hadn't dropped your cheek more into his palm. "I don't want to cancel," he says, as earnestly as he can convey.

Your eyes shine at him, forehead crinkling a little, as you dart around his face. "Really?"

Chenle nods. "Yes, really," he says obviously. And you slide into his chest, hugging his waist under his long coat, to which he returns automatically, wrapping his arms behind your neck. "Get ready when you want. I'll be here."

Park Jisung

"Hello?" Jisung calls as he walks upstairs to your room.

He arrived awhile ago, for your date at Everland. Sure, it doesn't really matter when you leave for the theme park, since you'll only spend, like, three hours, maximum, before calling it quits and heading out somewhere else for better snacks. But he has been waiting on the couch for you to finish getting ready, since he walked into your apartment almost an hour ago. He knows that you were barely heading into the shower when he arrived (a little too early), and he doesn't really mind; it gave him more time to beat Haechan's high score on kart rider. But as he caught the time approaching 2pm - peak park hours -, he started to get nervous. Neither of you reserved anything, and queuing is hell, so he started peaking around your apartment.

Jisung started with the bathroom, seeing the light still on and hearing the corresponding vent tilling, but his voice only echoed back at him. Then, he knocked on your bedroom door. You didn't respond the first time, so he tried again. And nothing, again. He opened the door, cautiously mixing your name after a greeting, to elicit an answer, but no, just silence. Jisung teetered over his feet, heel-toe, creaking the floor, before pushing through and entering your room.

He found you, standing at the foot of your bed, closet open behind you, your hands crossed over your wrists, fingers clenching and unclenching around the skin. You stare, blankly, at the clothes in overflowing piles, everything pushed to and over the edge - blankets, unfolded laundry, plushies. Jisung crosses the threshold, stepping over the trail of bags and knickknacks coating the hardwood floor, until he stands at your side. He gently pulls your elbow, purposefully untangling your hands (a bad habit he tries to correct), waiting to speak until you acknowledge him.

And you do. Eventually. You take a minute, blinking from eye level with his chest to his face, and give him a small smile, brushing your hair through the middle.

"Hey, sorry," you apologize, smile faltering at your cheeks. "Am I taking too long?"

"No," Jisung shakes his head and lies. He puts a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down your back, pulling you in to his chest. You sigh against him, tension in your shoulders dropping as you hug him by the waist. "I just wanted to see if you needed help or anything." He puts his arm low on your back, deepening the hug. "Do you?" he asks, "Need help?"

You pull away a little bit, just enough for him to see your face, and you bring your hands to your eyes, rubbing a little bit, then blinking rapidly. "No, I'm - I'm fine. Just had some trouble picking out something to wear." You shrug your shoulders at the mess, wincing at how big it's gotten. But Jisung smoothens out the lines in your face with his thumb. "Too many options," you mutter as an excuse before burying your face in his chest again.

"It's okay," Jisung tells you, his deep voice vibrating through his diaphragm as you squeeze him tighter. "I'll pick something out for you."

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hausofanya · 4 months

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୨୧ 𓂃 2KIDS ROOM : CLÉO X BANG CHAN - EP. 02 JAN. 31ST, 2022

CLÉO’S LOOKS

THE 2 KIDS ROOM INTRO PLAYS, FEATURING A SMATTERING OF MOMENTS BETWEEN THE PAIRING LAUGHING AND TALKING BEFORE THE LOGO SHOWS AND FADES OUT.

BANG CHAN : CLÉOOOO!!! ah, i’m so happy you’re here!

CLÉO : [ GRINNING AS SHE LIGHTLY JOGS TOWARDS THE COUCH ] aw, really?

BANG CHAN : [ SCOOTS OVER TO MAKE SPACE FOR HER ] yes?? you’re one of my favorite kids.

CLÉO : [ SITS DOWN BUT PAUSES TO LOOK AT HIM WITH AN INCREDULOUS EXPRESSION ] you have favorites?

BANG CHAN : [ LOOKING AT THE CAMERA WITH A TIRED BUT FOND GRIN ] please edit this out.

CLÉO : [ JUMPING UP IMMEDIATELY ] NO! leave it in. this is my proof. bin’s gonna throw a FIT. [ SHE GRINS AT CHAN BEFORE HER GAZE DROPS TO THE TABLE WITH INTEREST ] candy grapes, ouuu…

BANG CHAN : [ HE SHAKES HIS HEAD SLOWLY BEFORE LAUGHING QUIETLY ]

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LEE KNOW : i think chan really likes having a girl in the group.

SEUNGMIN : mm, really?

FELIX : no, i think so, too! it’s like… it keeps him levelheaded, a bit.

LEE KNOW : for one, the group is definitely a lot more structured.

[ ALL OF THEM LAUGH. ]

FELIX : oh, yeah. definitely.

SEUNGMIN : it’s actually kind of impressive how quickly she kinds of. what’s the word…

FELIX : takes charge?

LEE KNOW : she definitely has a lot of more authority despite the age ranking. it’s also kind of surreal how well everyone listens to her.

FELIX : i like having a girl in the group, too. but it’s not like… ‘oh my god, it’s a girl!’ like she’s a different species, or something. i think she definitely brings us closer.

SEUNGMIN : one thing i kind of appreciate is the cleaning regimen she made, a lot more than i let on. back when we were still living together? structure is good. everyone has specific things that are assigned to them, and it makes keeping the dorms cleaner a lot easier.

[ EVERYONE NODS IN AGREEMENT. ]

LEE KNOW : i like i said, the dorms were definitely a lot structured than they would be.

FELIX : they just kind of act very similar? like two puzzle pieces. they just click. they think very similarly and i think that really helps with the way things function with the team.

LEE KNOW : they do think very similarly. they also sass very similarly!

[ FELIX LAUGHS AS SEUNGMIN’S GRIN TURNS PLEASED. ]

LEE KNOW : no really. hannah and cléo are friends, so chan has to keep up with the insane amount of sass both of them throw his way. and i think it transfers back to the way he acts around us, too.

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BANG CHAN : i know you get asked this a lot, but what’s it really like dorming and working with eight guys?

[ CLÉO EYES THE CAMERA WITH A JOKINGLY TIRED SMILE. CHAN GASPS IN GOOD NATURE, COMICALLY WILTING IN HIS SEAT. ]

BANG CHAN : are we that bad?

CLÉO : no, no!—actually .. [ CLÉO LAUGHS WHEN CHAN SHOVES HER ARM PLAYFULLY. ] for the most part, it’s what i would imagine like… boarding school would be like. [ A PAUSE. ] for the record though, i’m really glad i do get to have my own room.

BANG CHAN : no yeah, a hundred percent. privacy is definitely something i know is important to you.

CLÉO : but, it’s also like… i really do appreciate the times where … one of you knock—im really glad you all knock, by the way. i’ve never said that, but it shows respect of my own space that goes a long way—but i appreciate when you ask to spend time with me when i don’t realize i’ve spent a lot of time cooped up in my room. you do that the most, i feel. the most next to felix.

BANG CHAN : i just think it’s important that you don’t feel left out, you know? or at least know that you’re being thought of or about.

CLÉO : growing up with alexei—im a twin in case no one knew—was great, so it’s kinda like… living with eight different versions of him with different personalities. [ CHAN SNORTS. ] and i have guy friends, too. [ CLÉO POINTS TO THE CAMERA, ] shoutout to the housewives. so it’s not all that different, really. but not the same? i don’t know how to explain it. i love and appreciate you and the boys a whole lot. you’re all special to me.

BANG CHAN : but i’m the special-est.

[ CLÉO GLANCES AT THE CAMERA AGAIN WITH AN AMUSED EXPRESSION AS CHAN LAUGHS. ]

CLÉO : i’m pretty sure that’s not a word.

BANG CHAN : it is now.

CLÉO : your kids are gonna watch this and the group chat is going to be livid after.

[ CHAN SHRUGS PLAYFULLY AS CLÉO SINKS INTO THE COUCH CUSHIONS AND LAUGHS. ]

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HYUNJIN : they kind of balance each other out, i feel.

HAN : i agree—while she’s more introverted and helps him on when to relax more, he’s a lot more extraverted and brings her out of her shell. it’s a win win situation, honestly.

I.N : i’m actually really glad she got added to the final line up. i was initially curious to how it would work out, and it’s been really, really good.

CHANGBIN : they banter a lot in english, lately, i’ve noticed.

HAN : they do!!!

HYUNJIN : she seems quiet and really put together but she loves teasing him a lot. she really likes teasing him about song lyrics, and STAY really gets a kick out of that.

CHANGBIN : her austrailian accent is kind of flawless, too.

HAN : she’ll be like—she really gets a kick out of how he pronounces her name.

I.N : [ IN A TERRIBLE AUSTRALIAN ACCENT ] CLEAUR!

[ EVERYONE LAUGHS. JEONGIN REPEATS HIMSELF, BUTCHERING HIS PRONUNCIATION, LEADING EVERYONE TO MIMIC HIM IN JEST. ]

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CLÉO : you were the first… how do i put this. the first older brother figure i had, you know?

BANG CHAN : really?

CLÉO : mm. aside from alexei, but he’s like two minutes older so he doesn’t count. [ CHAN SNORTS. ] when i moved here from new york, it was already so new. and i don’t think it stopped being new despite having lived here for a few years even before debut. and i appreciated what you did for me so much more than i let on, especially after debut. and i think until like… way up until 2019, even?

BANG CHAN : i like the way we work together now so much more than we used to.

CLÉO : oh, no, yeah. i was kind of a hermit for the first year and some change of stray kids.

[ THEY BOTH LAUGH, THEN SHARE SOME GRAPES. ]

CLÉO : i felt like… like i had something to prove? because there was some much buzz around ‘woah, they have a girl in their group!’ to the point where i felt like it was a little bit taboo. and so i kind of shrunk into myself. despite knowing jin from school and the rest of you being really cool about it.

BANG CHAN : i’m just glad you stayed, honestly. there were times when i seriously though you were going to quit. i wouldn’t have blamed you, though. if you did leave.

[ THOUGHTFUL CHEWING ON CLÉO’S PART. CHAN WATCHES HER ATTENTIVELY. ]

CLÉO : but it’s not like i feel like i ‘stuck it out’, though? i genuinely wanted to be here. like despite not offering much outside of. um. music and idol services, i wanted to be here. with you. with all you. it just took me a while to really sort of….

BANG CHAN : let yourself go?

CLÉO : [ NODDING ] let myself go. and you were so kind about it, too. i remember once instance where i was being difficult because i couldn’t hit this one note—and it was pissing me off because i knew i could do it. and you were in the recording booth, and you kind of just… you looked at me funny and told me to take a break and we went out for spicy ramen even though we both knew you have terrible spice tolerance—

[ CHAN SPUTTERS OUT A LAUGH AND CLÉO SNICKERS LOWLY. ]

cléo : —and we just talked about literally anything and everything but that stupid note. and i wanted to cry that night because i felt…….. like someone cared. i think that night was when i really did start opening up more. not just to you, but to everyone else.

BANG CHAN : i remember that night.

CLÉO : yeah?

BANG CHAN : it’s a fond memory for me.

[ CLÉO’S SMILE IS SOFT WHEN SHE LOOKS AT HIM, GRINNING WITH A SMALL CHEER WHEN SHE TOSSES A GRAPE AT HIM AND HE CATCHES IT IN HIS MOUTH. ]

CLÉO : me too.

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SEUNGMIN : she acts very sibling-like, don’t you think?

FELIX : she’s actually really good friends with my sister—i think they talk pretty frequently.

LEE KNOW : she’s really good friends with chan’s sister, hannah, too. and i’ve seen cléo’s twin talk with him on occasion, too.

FELIX : i think they fit together in a way unlike i’ve seen before. they’re always in the studio together hashing things out, even though cléo knows when to step away from the mic. [ HE PAUSES, SCRUNCHES HIS NOSE UP. ] sometimes.

[ EVERYONE LAUGHS. ]

LEE KNOW : if not from the fact that they’re from different parts of the entire world, if you asked me now, i would have guessed they grew up around each other. they really do have that good sibling-like relationship. it’s nice to see.

SEUNGMIN : i think he feels very protective over her? like he’s already super protective over all of us, but with cléo…

LEE KNOW : you caught onto that, too?

FELIX : i really do think she reminds him of his sister. hannah and cléo are pretty close.

SEUNGMIN : i’ve actually never seen them fight.

FELIX, LEE KNOW : really??

SEUNGMIN : not once. because cléo is like… with chan, he gets mad and he goes away to calm down for a bit and then offers to talk. when cléo gets mad, she takes a deep breath and removes herself from the situation, even when it doesn’t benefit anyone at the time. and then they sort of like. meet each other in the middle and talk it out. they’re always talking it out.

LEE KNOW : i’ve noticed that with them individually but never together.

FELIX : [ IN A JOKING TONE ] they’re so perfect. and levelheaded.

[ EVERYONE LAUGHS ONCE AGAIN. ]

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BANG CHAN : do you remember the time we both lost our headphones?

CLÉO : [ EYES WIDENING MID CHEW ] dude.

BANG CHAN : and couldn’t find them anywhere?

CLÉO : i don’t think dorms have ever been that tense. like ever. even when hanji and jin used to be at each other’s throats.

BANG CHAN : i think we’re very similar in the way we seek comfort. musically, at least.

CLÉO : [ NODDING THOUGHTFULLY ] i think so, too. i tweeted out once—

BANG CHAN : [ JOKINGLY ] oh no…

[ CLÉO SMACKS HIS ARM LIGHTLY AND CHAN LAUGHS, CRADLING HIS ARM TO HIS CHEST. CLÉO ROLLS HER EYES, BUT EVENTUALLY CRACKS AN AMUSED SMILE. ]

CLÉO : i tweeted out once that i couldn’t survive without my playlists. i think i should have said i couldn’t survive without my headphones instead.

BANG CHAN : it was definitely a hostile few days.

CLÉO : why do you think so?

BANG CHAN : everyone was walking on eggshells around the both of us. and we couldn’t do much about it because we’d both lost—misplaced—something equally important.

CLÉO : we’re very similar that way. i kind of like that.

BANG CHAN : [ TEASINGLY ] you like how we’re rendered unapproachable when we lose things?

CLÉO : [ IN THE SAME TONE ] is this how you treat your favorites?

BANG CHAN : [ BURSTS INTO LAUGHTER ] i don’t have favorites!

CLÉO : mhm… but anyway. i meant in the way we ended up seeking each other out. you realize we spent a lot more time in the studio together during that time?

BANG CHAN : [ GENTLY CLAPS ] that’s right! and we started working on your raps more.

CLÉO : [ POINTS AT HIM, THEN AT THE CAMERA WITH A WICKED GRIN ] i’m coming for 3racha’s titles. count on it. i’ll outrap even bin.

BANG CHAN : [ SMILES FONDLY AT HER BEFORE BOWING TO THE CAMERA ] please look forward to cléo’s debut.

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CHANGBIN : i remember when we were first starting out and she would get really bothered by how people would ask her things like ‘why didn’t you just join a girl group?’ or ask her things like if she was with us for attention. for the first year she was really quiet and even though she acted like it wasn’t bothering her, i could tell that she didn’t like that they were focusing on her addition in that way.

I.N : i can’t imagine what she went through.. but i also really can’t imagine us without her, either.

HYUNJIN : during the first year, since we both graduated the same year—it was like watching a bright light slowly dim. and it was heartbreaking to watch, knowing i could do virtually nothing but tell her to focus on the good.

HAN : i think when we say ‘skz isn’t skz without cléo’ or ‘nine or nothing’, people are like, ‘oh, they’re just saying that because they have to defend her.’ but cléo has been one of us since the very beginning. yes, her addition was unexpected but she became a part of stray kids the moment they both said yes.

CHANGBIN : and i think that’s why they’re so close. because there’s this.. understanding that they both have. cléo is here because of chan, and vice versa. we were incomplete, and cléo was that missing piece.

[ SOMEONE SNIFFLES AND THEY ALL LOOK AROUND IN BEWILDERMENT. ]

CHANGBIN : innie—?

HYUNJIN : oh, he’s crying—

I.N : [ HIDING HIS FACE FROM THE CAMERA ] i’m not crying, shut up—

[ THE OTHER THREE LAUGH - THOUGH NOT AT HIM. THEY ALL GIVE A FEW SECONDS TO COMPOSE HIMSELF. ]

CHANGBIN : cry if you need to. she’s important to all of us.

HAN : i think i can speak for everyone when i say she means a lot of us. she’s just… something clicked the day she first recorded with us. i’m not exaggerating when i say i felt whole. and it makes me upset to know that people haven’t accepted that, even still.

[ HAN SQUEEZES JEONGIN’S SHOULDER REASURINGLY AS THE OTHERS NOD IN AGREEMENT. ]

I.N : she’ll always be one of us no matter what.

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BANG CHAN : any last words?

CLÉO : wow. that’s not remotely threatening at all ..

[ CHAN MOVES TO PRETEND TO HIT HER WITH ONE OF THE THROW PILLOWS, MAKING HER DUCK AND LAUGH. ]

CLÉO : jokes aside, um. thanks for believing in me and what i could do. i’ll work hard to bring the best version of myself in all that i bring to not just stray kids, but to everything that i set out to accomplish. it’s more than just having a dream, i’ve realized. putting in the hard work to actually achieve it speaks more volume than just waxing poetic, so. here’s to letting myself go.

BANG CHAN : you’re very brave, you know that, right?

CLÉO : [ SCRUNCHING HER FACE UP ] just say your part already, oh my god ..

[ CHAN ONLY LAUGHS AS CLÉO HIDES HER FACE IN PARTIAL EMBARRASSMENT. ]

BANG CHAN : thank you for believing in me, too. ‘cause it’s not all one sided, you know? you chose this as much as we chose you. and it goes the same for the others, too. i think we’re very fortune to have you on our team, and stray kids wouldn’t be the same without you. so thank you for letting yourself go.

[ SOME COMMOTION HAPPENS BEHIND THE CAMERA, CAUSING THE PAIR TO LOOK UP IN SURPRISE. ]

CLÉO : [ JOKINGLY ] look at that. you made the staff cry, you sick man.

BANG CHAN : this is your fault, too—!

CLÉO : [ SHE SHAKES HER HEAD, TURNING TO LOOK BEHIND THE CAMERA WITH COMICALLY EXAGGERATED SYMPATHY. ] i am so sorry you had to hear that. truly.

[ CHAN STARES INTO THE CAMERA IN DEFEAT. ]

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kittenshift-17 · 5 months

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Congrats on finishing!

Prompt - Zutara & a flower made of glass

Thank you! I'm very proud of myself and loved the feeling of vulnerability and relief and achievement when it was finally done so I'm probably addicted and will hopefully, finally, be able to chase down that feeling on the rest of my WIPs 😅🥰

"Uhhh, what is that you're holding?" Katara frowned at the object Zuko was gingerly clutching.

"A flower," he answered shortly, avoiding eye contact.

"A..." Katara frowned, stepping closer to try and examine what he held. "Are you sure? It... looks..."

"It's made of glass."

"Oh!" Katara's eyebrows shot up. "Can I see it?"

"No."

She huffed a laugh at the shortness of his answer.

"No?"

"It's a gift for someone," he side-eyed her. "Why are you here, anyway?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Here?" Zuko frowned.

"Yes, I have a date," Katara smiled, blushing prettily. "A blind date, actually. One of Suki's Kyoshi Warrior friends set us up. Actually, can you go somewhere else with your glass flower? The guy I'm waiting on is late, but maybe he's here and doesn't know I'm who he's meeting because you're here."

"Oh, for...." Zuko cursed, his head dropping back while he breathed out a small puff of steam.

Katara flinched when he extended his arm in her direction, offering her the glass flower.

"You just said this was a gift," she scoffed, though she took it anyway to examine the fine blown glass petals, admiring the rich colours infused within.

"It's a gift for the girl I'm meeting. For a blind date. Setup by Ty Lee," Zuko scowled, his eyes back on her, waiting for her to get it.

"You... you're who I'm...? Oh, for crying out loud," Katara started to laugh. "They set us up?"

"Evidently."

"I bet they're nearby, giggling about it too," Katara complained. "We both need better friends."

Zuko didn't say anything, only scowled deeper.

"Well... shall we?" Katara waved an indicative hand to the cafe across the street where the date was supposed to take place.

"They're already inside," Zuko shook his head. "I just saw a flash of one of them. They'll be watching."

"So? Do you not want to have tea with me?" Katara smirked since they’d never even considered dating in all the times they’d known each other.

"You want to go on a date with me?" Zuko frowned, his voice full of sneer.

"Well.... I mean, I'm already dressed," she waved to the nice dress she wore.

Zuko's eyes dropped down, trailing over her slowly.

"You look nice," he conceded quietly, his cheeks turning a bit pink.

"So do you," Katara smiled. "We could... what if instead of tea, we had dinner? I know a place a few blocks away where our friends won't be spying and laughing, if you still want to see the date through."

"Aren't you supposed to go on dates to get to know people?" Zuko frowned. "It's why I hate them. Getting to know someone over tea in a noisy shop is stupid."

Katara started to laugh at his disgruntled expression, reaching to ruffle his combed hair out of its attempted style because it looked ridiculous.

"Good thing you already know me then, isn't it?" She teased, giving a little tug to the front of his shirt as she started to turn, planning to lead his to the restaurant. "Come on. Let's get dinner, and you can tell me why you brought a glass flower instead of a real one."

Zuko pouted, but after a few seconds, he followed her, easily falling into step beside her, the two of them walking close enough that their shoulders occasionally bumped.

"Real one always wilt," he confessed quietly when they were seated at the restaurant. "I get nervous and my hands heat up and then live flowers wilt and go soggy. But uncle says you have to bring flowers on dates.... it's stupid."

He reached, trying to take the pretty glass flower back but Katara moved it out of reach, instead sliding her free hand into his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It's not stupid," she said softly when Zuko's eyes dropped to their entwined hands. "It's a clever solution. And besides, real flowers only last a few days... a week if you're lucky. This one will last forever."

She smiled, admiring it happily as her cheeks turned pink.

"I think it's nicer to give something with permanence," she murmured. "The point of dating is to find love, after all, and I would think it should be a goal in the search for love to find one that will be permanent."

When she looked up, Zuko was staring at her intently, his cheeks a soft pink and his eyes guarded as though he was waiting for the punchline. Katara only smiled and set the flower gently on her lap before reaching for the menu without releasing Zuko's hand.

"Should we get some tea?" She checked. "Oh, they have so many options! Iroh would spend days here sampling them all. Look!"

Katara slid her chair quickly around the table, slotting herself in close beside Zuko rather than remaining across from him, pointing at the tea list on the menu excitedly. Distracted as she was, she didn't see the guarded gleam in Zuko's gaze melt away into something soft and impossibly fond before he leaned in closer, silently believing dates were definitely nicer if you already knew you loved the person you were meeting.

#kittenshift17 #fanfiction #zutara #send anons #anonymous #writing prompt #prince zuko #katara

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