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Bakugo and Fashion designer Reader

Fluff. Hate to love?

The fashion industry is not an easy world. Everybody knows it. It's cruel, grueling, tiring and unforgiving. You need steel nerves, cold blood and being resourceful to just get a chance in this world. Tears shaped but don't break.

It was with this mantra you were forged. Your childhood was made of the blood of your fingers by piercing them on needles. Your teenagehood was scattered by sobs you hold by being screeming at during internships. Your early adulthood was describe with the choking of anxiety, your first jobs, being badly paid, the rents, the deadlines...

The road was sinuous, but your dream was worth it. Tears shaped but don't break. All this years, your work made you stand out. You had ideas, brillant ideas.

Now in your thirties, you were the head of collection for Singular, one of the biggest house in the Japan fashion industry. The brand's creators were the infamous Bakugo. Masaru and Mitsuki Bakugo.

It was an honor to work for them. You took great care of what they gave you, you were meticulous, handling your teams like a leader. You soothed your bosses worries, erased problems and put the brand into a new era. They were so thankful.

Masaru often put a coffee on your desk and Mitsuki gave you one of her rare praise. Everything was good in your life, everything except Dynamight.

He was the one black spot in your life. Since the day you came to Singular, he decided he hated you. You remembered the first time Mitsuki presented you to him. Without getting his hand out of his pocket while you were hanging yours, he looked you up and down then said, "You won't last a week."

It hurted your ego so much to hear a top hero degrading you like that. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, even years after. At this time, you didn't know for how long you would work for the Bakugo. But today, it was your third year anniversary for Singular. And damn you were smug about it.

Not only you were the one to hold the post for the longest, but your name was famous too. So much fashion houses all around the world asked you to work for them.

What made you so famous? An idea you developed with the Bakugos. Civilians were the first victims to villains attacks. So you thought about clothes that could protect them. Fireproof, chockproof, warm, acidproof etc... The designs were cool, sophisticated playing with black and reflective fabrics so heroes would found the civils easily.

It was your masterpiece. Everybody fought to have clothes from Singular. There was words that the couple would pass you the reigns when they'll retire.

So today, the third anniversary of your entry in Singular, you had a shoot with some pro heroes for the new collection.

Mitsuki had asked (more like ordered) her son to model for the brand with some of his friends. The brand was made for the public good after all.

The blond had stop pestering you years ago. But he would still glare you think and try to not to be in the same room if he could. And yes, after all this time it still affected you.

"Goodmorning heroes! I'm really happy to see you! Singular is honored to have you shoot for us."

"Morning! You are Y/N L/N! We are honored Singular called us," cheered Deku. "I've loved the winter collection! It was so cool and thoughtful I've ask my designers to take inspirations from you."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment.

"He's right, your idea to protect civilians was so manly!" completed Red Riot.

You thanked them and directed them to the loges so they could change. You didn't look at Dynamight, it was useless. Your presence and your fame was enough of a revenge.

The blond eyes followed you, red irises tracking all of your movements.

"I thought you told me they were evils that managed to brainwach your parents." murmured Kirishima "They looked pretty cool."

"Shut it Shitty Hair."

Kirishima looked his best friend stomping to his loge. He knew him, there was something in his voice. He stopped counting the number of times he heard about this "Stupid designer working for his parents". He would always be talking about them when he came back from his parents' office. Kirishima had find some magazines in his house about them and Singular. He had them because it was "his parents stupid brand". And how they absolutely ignored him just before and then he's frowning like a... Oh.

Oh! Damn, it was happening!

When Katsuki went out of the cabin adjusting the clothes while frowning like there was a problem, well there was one for him. The clothes fitted him well. So well. He was used to good shit with his parents but that was next level. He couldn't ignore your work when you were all his parents talk about. Y/N this, Y/N recommended that restaurant, Y/N that, Y/N is so talented and intelligent... He hated you. Damn he hated you so much. Because he couldn't deny it was right. You were amazing and it killed him he was so mean to you at the beginning. Now you barely acknowledge his presence, acting like you didn't care!

Alright, he deserved it. But he didn't know how to change your opinion of him.

Kirishima waited for him with a big grin.

"You could have told me bro, that you have a crush on them."

"What again, Hair for brain?"

"Come on Bakubro! It's okay, you just need to talk to them."

"I'm not!" he swore blushing. "Listen, they hate me, I hate them and it's perfect like this."

"You're blushing Kachaan." intervened Izuku with a knowing smile.

"I'M NOT!!! STOP IT NOW, I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!"

Kirishima knew how Deku's teasing got the explosive man. The green head just needed to pock him a little for him to explose and spill it.

"It's no big deal, Kachaan. Even I can do it!"

"Shut it stupid nerd! You won't talk to them and I won't talk to them either!"

"Why? Are you scared that you might like them evenmore if you talked? I definitely should talk to them."

"NO YOU'RE NOT!"

"Then stop me!" smiled the hero while activating his quirk.

You admired your work. You were pleased with the result. The photos were amazing, showing the adaptability and the comfortability of the new clothes. It was more of a sport wear collection. The heroes were running uround and jumping, looking straight ahead or directly at the camera.

Your favorite was a Dynamight photography. He jumped over a barrier with his quirk while looking at the camera. His red eyes glowed with the light emitted by his explosion. A faint smile adorned his lips.

You understood why he was his parents muse. His charisma, his style, his drive were exactly what Singular was. Authentic. Bold. Energetic.

You were admiring the photography when Bakugo came to you. His friends pushed him towards you, shooting things you didn't understand. It had been a long day, they pestered him about you none stop. He caved. And now he swallowed, then remembered you were just a human being with nothing to be scared about. But damn he was tense. He waited for you to look at him but you didn't.

"You're satisfied?" he asked to gain your attention.

"Kinda" you said while hiding which photo you were looking. "What do you want?"

He didn't respond immediately. Like he was hesitant.

"Can we keep the clothes?"

A faint redness appeared on his ears.

"Yes of course, they were for you anyway."

He nodded but didn't say anything for a long minute. He cursed at himself in his head. Why was he fucking chickening out? Come on it was not that hard! Finally he asked you what he wanted.

"You've got plan for your anniversary?"

You blinked. You didn't expect him to know about your third year anniversary.

"I don't know... Maybe a restaurant and some good wine. I wasn't expected to stay this long in Singular after all."

The last sentence was for him and he understood it.

"Really? You're still mad about that? It was three years ago!"

"Exactly. We wouldn't have this conversation if I wasn't still there, right?"

He sighed. He should have saw it coming. He looked behind him at Kirishima and Deku.

"You know what? You're right. And be fucking honored I said that. I shouldn't have done to you... Whatever the hell I've done... three years ago !" he shouted.

"That's an apology?"

"I'm not done yet! I'm gonna do it right, not gonna gave you half-assed words and call it a day! You should go to the restaurant in the third avenue tonight, it's fucking amazing, the wine will be at your door when you come back. I won't bother you anymore."

"Why? What do you want to do ?"

"Nothing dumbass. Not a lot of people can prouve me wrong and you've decided to be one of them. So now it's my turn to prouve you wrong about me."

"You want to prouve me your not an arrogant bully?"

"Yeah, I guess." he frowned while crossing his arms.

"Well good luck Dynamight..."

You turned your heels, exciting the room. The blond in your back grinned. Lucky him, he liked challenge.

Your driver, when you got in your car drive you to the third avenue.

"Where are we?" You asked.

"The Three Stars Restaurant on the third avenue, I have received instructions to take you here."

You arked a brow. The reservation was made for you. Just like he promised, a wine bottle with flowers were waiting in front of you appartement after. It was going on like this for a few months. Flowers, warm meals, notes... You didn't wanna talk about how his parents looked since they learned who left flowers on your desk.

With time, the bitterness you felt in his presence slowly sooth itself. He was not the guy that degraded you on your first day of the job anymore. He was a friend, a confident, something more you didn't dare put a label on yet. It was a long road, it took time to strip off your suspicions.

One day, after reviewing the last touches of the collection, you found him in your office.

"Dynamight," you greeted. "What a surprise."

"L/N." He smiled, eyeing your sketches and mood boards on the wall.

"Do you need anything?" You tried to hide your giddiness. The blond smiled at you, it was soft and warm, his cheeks slowly tainted with a cherry color you wanted to bite.

He pounded his response. You had reciprocated his advances recently. You gave his parents a note with your number a few months ago. He felt hot when his father gave it to him. He waited a long time for it.

And here he was, his heart in a place far too vulnerable for his liking. His admiration, his amusement, his care for you bubbling inside his every nerves. He liked you. It was not a damn cruch anymore. And the number of time he checked his phone for you should angered him. But it doesn't.

Texting and calling you was fun. You kept each other company while one was on night patrol and the other on a desk sketching and organizing the next collection.

"You free tonight?" He asked. He knew you had nothing but it felt good to ask, to give you a choice.

You looked at him, Singular clothes on, casual pose, acting confident. A muse. A muse and so much more he was now. You felt comfort around him. You definitely remembered the arched brow of Mitsuki when she saw your lastest drawings. "Interesting this pattern... It looks like... Explosions ?"

Oh the smugness in her voice.

You were whipped. A year ago you hated his guts. And now... You were wrong. You could see it in how easily he cared for you or his parents. How dedicated he was in his work, just like you were to yours.

You understood him, and him you. You had a similar childhood. And both of you were looking for someone who would push the other to do his best. Was he that?

"Yeah, I am," you answered after looking at your calendar. "Why?"

He walked to you, pupils piercing yours. He radiated determination, but he was still cautious in his steps.

"I would like to take you to the restaurant. On a date." His deep voice scratched his throat, making you shivering.

But as Dynamight could be determined it was your choice. And that's what scared him. Just between his brows, you could discerned the tension.

You smiled and took his hands, nodding. A grin awoke on his handsome face.

"With pleasure Hero, I'm starving!"

"Have you eaten today at least, you workaholic?"

"Yes!"

"More than three bites?"

"Oh shush. I was busy!"

"Be glad my mother doesn't know about it. She would kill you for not eating properly."

"I guess it's your problem now, " you smiled. "Desappointed?"

He laughed, enterlacing your fingers and rushing to get out of the building. "Not at all..."

#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #soft bakugo katsuki #soft bakugou

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softesttangerines · 6 months

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Lately, i've been so into the evil!shanks theory which gives for angsty headcanons that end up unresolved lol

Anyways, since I'm mostly new to the fandom i didnt know it was an ongoing theory untill i told my friend about it yesterday and she was like yep, congrats, you figured one of the fandom's longest running theories.

In everyone's defense, he's super shady, also the latest scene with him checking luffy's latest bounty was chill inducing, like i'm genuinely not feeling my man here lol.

Anyways, there goes something.

Mishanks dont work out, the longing and yearning is there but they both know that in this life, there's no chance for them to happen.

For all the reputation that red shanks has as this ultimate nice dude for a pirate, who's so strong but above all is a peace maker and thrives for it, Mihawk knows him best. He's been the most intimate with him since their young age.

When he meet the young boy after Roger's execution, the kid was just full of anger and rage none would associate with today's Shanks. Sure, everyone knew not to provoke a lion now but also he happened to grow up into a man that knows how to handle and conceal his emotions, not like the 15 years old kid that couldnt help but show the darkness in his expression.

Mihawk back then chucked it to the death of a parent figure of the boy. His idea of cheering him up was by distracting him with a duel once he saw the sword Shanks carried.

For the short period from their mid' and late teenagehood, Shanks went back to what Mihawk assumed he used to be before the loss he suffered. A happy go lucky, mischievous little pirate gremlin. The boy seemed to really enjoy his duels with Mihawk and keeps on pestering him about meeting more often to which Mihawk couldn't help but to oblige due to fondness he grew for the red head.

When Shanks turned nineteen, it was like something shifted. It felt like the boy was indulging himself a liberty he couldn't afford for so long and now he snapped out of it. They still met as often, they still had their duels but something was wrong with his boy, the underlying darkness he met in the 15years old long ago was back, much more subtle but it was still there nonetheless. Something about him looked as if he was shouldering the weights of the world.

Mihawk, as much as he wanted to reach out, to try and understand, he thought better against it. Shanks was a grown up now, and if he wanted Mihawk in, he wouldnt act like the little pupp he used to be.

Years went by, and the two went through long periods of not meeting, from a year to a couple of years. Mihawk busy beating everyone for the title of the best, feeding Yoru what she thirsts for, a capable opponent and a worthy challenger. While Shanks, taking to the seas with his crew.

Busy, whenever they met, Shanks always seemed satisfied, telling him he's so close to what he's looking for. Mihawk didn't know what the boy was looking for but if it's making him happy he wont question it.

That was untill the day Shanks lost his arm. Seeing the vivre card burn, Mihawk never felt such urgency and panic before. He wasn't a fool, a pirate life meant your life could end any minute and yet, he never had a reason to not trust Shanks to be strong enough and stay alive or the red force to give everything for their captain. When he got to him, Shanks seemed barely bothered by the loss of the limb, in fact, he seemed in quite the mood, like a cat that got the last drop of milk. "I've betted all i have and left it for fate, my friend, and i have a feeling fate is on my side this time." He said to him, the darkness from before there, this time with a glint of madness.

Mihawk wasn't one to be scared, but he'd be lying is he said he wasn't right now. Not for his life, never. But of what Shanks was becoming, what has become of his boy, untill when was he gonna pretend that Shanks wasn't plotting something in the dark that would undoubtedly be the ruin of them.

Mihawk always knew that what they have was time limited, and maybe it was time for it to expire. He had no interest in whatever Shanks is getting up to. He could ruin the whole world and he wouldn't stop him, but he doesnt necessarily want to be involved. He has always been relatively lazy and barely had any interest on things that weren't swords, wine or a certain red head. World demise schemes were nothing he signed up for, unless Shanks asked him to? Because he would join him if asked, he'd do anything, but Shanks didnt ask and Mihawk didnt and wont offer either.

Shanks might be fooling a little boy with a straw hat and the entire world with him but he wasn't fooling Mihawk. Shanks knew all they had was borrowed time but for now, he'd enjoy it before he would run out of time.

In the near future, much more important things would need his attention, and the swordsman would be but a warm memory he'd rather not tarnish.

#mishanks #i spoke about this briefly in the tags of a previous post #i just wanted to elaborate #it's 2.30am and i wrote this instead of sleeping so ignore my usual typos #one piece #opla #mihawk #shanks #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks

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fabraies · 2 years

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BREAK THE ICE

notes n warnings ❅ *: figure skater! oikawa toorū x fem! figure skater! reader, mentions of diets and bad eating habits, this took a long time i’m sorry I literally wrote this while I was having a ton of exams, I hope the pacing is fine I feel like it’s a little too fast :( wc 5.3k

part one of snowflakes are kisses from heaven series

“WINNING IS FIRST PLACE, EVERYTHING ELSE IS LOSING”

The sentence keeps replaying in your head like a mantra, and you feel like you’re being suffocated. You were supposed to be able to master this routine. It’s nothing you haven’t encountered before, and the media portrayed you as a young, headstrong skater who succeeded in everything she undertook. So why couldn’t you do it? You’re the best. You’ve got titles and medals other skaters could only dream of having. At the very least, you used to be the best, because it just so seems that your best doesn’t cut it anymore. Soon enough, your previous achievements will be worth nothing, and your trophies will catch dust. So when your partner’s comments came flying at you, you feel as if they’re the straw that broke the camel. “Seriously? A toe loop made you fall?” Oikawa turns his head towards your choreographer, and snickers, “Looks like the program’s going to need a few changes after all.”

You had both been skating together for 7 years. Somehow, in 7 years, Oikawa hadn’t managed to be any less insufferable than he was when your coach introduced you both to each other.

7 YEARS AGO

The front door creeks open, and you turn around at the speed of light. ‘Mrs Coach’, as you used to call her, is holding a boy’s wrist, dragging him further into the training center. The boy himself didn’t look like he was too keen on entering the place, seemingly upset. He couldn’t be more than 14. That’s already pretty old to me, you cringe, I’m only twelve.

He looks down at you, eyebrow raised. “I’m supposed to skate with her? How old even is this kid ?” You feel your cheeks redden. Kid? Did he just actually call you that? Was your coach really about to let this slide? Surely not.

“She’s twelve, that’s only a two year age gap, there’s worse out there. And for the record, this is just a test to see if you guys work well together. You can keep your hopes up for a little while.” You can hear a hint of amusement in her voice, turning her back on you to walk towards the rink. “Let’s get going! I have a feeling you two’ll be a great match.”

Next to you, Oikawa grumbles.

Whatever your coach saw in you two, you didn’t. You kept bickering for the entire time, and you couldn’t manage anything more difficult than a few jumps in unison and a bad lift. Truth be told, the latter still makes you blush when thinking about it. As his despisable as his personality is, you couldn’t deny his looks. So when he lifted you in the air, you felt like you were about to explode. Your little twelve-year-old-heart could only take so much.

“You guys are truly great together, I was right. You’ll see, with more training, you two will make it to the Olympics!”

Your eyes sparkle at your coach’s outburst. The Olympics... You’d do anything to get there. And a grumpy teenage boy in the middle of a teenagehood crisis was certainly not about to stop you.

“Yeah, well, the Olympics aren’t worth it if I’m not competing in men’s singles. So feel free to do your best or whatever, but this isn’t what I signed up for.” The brow haired boy says crudely. Your coach’s smile visibly faints and you direct your eyes at him, ready to blow a fuse. “It’s not what I signed up for either. My dream was in the Ladie’s singles, but that’s not possible. The thing is, when I was handed another opportunity, I took it. Because to you, I’m only twelve and ‘still a kid’, but in the meantime, I don’t take things for granted, and work hard, no matter the conditions. Maybe you should try that some time. It shouldn’t be too hard, since you’re supposedly two years older than me.” You feel your partner’s eyes narrowing at you in embarrassment, but before he gets to get anything more than a small ‘smartass’, your coach intervenes.

“(Y/n), it’s fine. You both have done enough for today. I’m sure this all comes from pent up frustration, the bad blood will disolve quickly enough.”

Oh, if only she knew.

Ticked off, you hit the ice with your fist, and get back on your feet. You grit your teeth, and mumble a “Mind your business”, to which he answers with a scoff. You turn your head to face your coach with a disgruntled expression, in a desperate attempt to get Oikawa to keep his mouth shut, but she only shrugs and you brace yourself for the worst. If you could mostly handle Tooru’s remarks (keyword: mostly), the coach’s were different. She closes her eyes, and you can hear her voice echoing throughout the rink, “Look, you guys are young. Not too long ago, you both were competing for junior competitions. But this,” she points towards the countless medals and trophies you two had won over the years in the glass shelf, “Is over. You are about to head to Beijing to compete against athletes who are just as good, if not much better, than you. You cannot keep this up. The bantering off the ice is slowly transposing itself onto your chemistry while performing. Keep it up and the judges will notice this, and you’ll come back home without any medal at all. The basis of pair figure skating is the chemistry. If you lose it, you lose everything else. ” Her scolding ends, and you clench your fists. You hate that she has to say this. You hate that even your coach is willing to admit that you both aren’t doing enough to stand a chance. You hate that you know she’s right. You hate that you know Oikawa is right. At the very least, had you fallen while attempting a 4A, you would still be viewed as respectable by the public, and by the judges. But you hadn’t, and instead, the people around you would start despising you.

This isn’t fair, you think, I’ve worked harder than anyone else to be here! Your cheeks redden, and you can feel your eyes getting watery. “Stop crying, we gotta get back to the routine.” You notice that Oikawa’s tone has lost some of it’s initial glee, and you’re reassured to know you’re not the only one that has been affected by your coach’s harsh words. Oikawa skates back to the middle of the rink, waiting for you to finish sniffling like a child who has had her lollipop taken away from her.

The noise of a locker being harshly closed fills the empty changing rooms and makes you flinch. The rest of the training session did not go as smoothly as planned, even after your coach’s complaints. A sigh escapes your lips. While he could still blame everyone else for all the mishaps on the ice, you couldn’t. You only had yourself. Never had you been this discouraged, and ready to give up. Worst of all, you cannot seem to quell your inner turmoil, because everything you do seems to give it right, and feeds it, until you can’t control it anymore. You want to disappear. Sure, you’ve never gotten along with your partner, but you’d never go as far as ruin his dreams along with yours, even after what he said a few years back. A tired voice pulls you from your intrusive thoughts. “Get up, loser. I need to close the changing rooms tonight, and I want to go home,” as if the first sentence wasn’t already enough, he adds, “And I’d be damned if you were the one to keep me here longer than I have to.” Nevermind. Maybe you would be fine tearing his dreams apart after all. “Coming.” You mumble. You don’t have the energy to banter anymore today.

As you two leave the rink, an unexpected question leaves Oikawa’s mouth. “What’s up with you today ?” You don’t miss the slight edge to his voice, but answer regardless. “I don’t know-” “You don’t know?” He angrily interrupts you, “Your little problems might cause us to not even get close to the podium at the Olympics but you don’t know?” His anger is legitimate. You can’t just not know when the stakes are this high. It’s ridiculous. You know you’re in the wrong, but you get defensive either way. “I’m sorry, since when were you even rometely interested in going to Olympics ? Last time I checked, you were doing minimal effort because ‘your dream was in the men’s singles’. I’ve been working my ass off since we met. So don’t you start bitching. I worked so fucking hard, and despite it all, you were always behind me, waiting to fuck it all up. You couldn’t even count on your fingers how many problems I have to deal with- “

“Yeah, okay. Just get this fixed before the Olympics.” With that, he just walks away, and you can’t help the sobs that are bubbling up your throat. You want to scream. You’re gripping the straps of your bag so hard you might leave a permanent imprint on your fingers. And in this very moment, you’re considering letting your anger take you over. But, you know better. It’s for the coach, you try to calm yourself down, for the Olympics.

You hope that tonight will help you rest. Despite all your problems flying around your head, you still had a flight to Beijing to catch tomorrow.

You were wrong. If anything, this night brought you even more problems than you already had. You hadn’t been able to close a single eye for the entire time, for if you did, your mind would go wandering to back to your doubts and you would start feeling anxious again. Nothing seemed to calm you down. Not even the silence of the plane, or the cheap laughing backtrack of the movie you were currently watching. “Would you like anything to eat ?” The hostess comes up to you. You consider getting the nice salad for a moment. Knowing eating won’t help can’t stop me from trying, you think, and in a heartbeat, you find yourself ordering one of the salads that had caught your eye on the flimsy menu. Unfortunately for you, your coach passes by at the same time as your meal’s arrival, and while she doesn’t say anything explicitly, the look she shoots you says everything you might need to know. It’s on you. You’re supposed to be on a strict diet, and indulge a strict amount of calories each day, nothing more, nothing less. Just enough to propulse yourself into the air, and just enough to keep gliding on the ice at a good speed. Just as you reflect on your bad eating habits, the coach comes back, just as you feared.

“I know you’re stressed.” She starts, it’s a dead giveaway of the theme of the conversation you’re about to have, which makes you audibly sigh, “But you’re a skater. You signed up for it. The least you could do is have the strength to go through it, both physically and mentally. You’re no different than all the people that you are competing against. You’ve got the same skills, the same elements to work with.” Your chest tightens, and you look away. Your coach resumes nevertheless, “But you two have something special, something that only a very limited number of skaters still possess at your level.” She points to you, “this something, is passion. And, yes, Oikawa does have it. Even if he yearns for a spot in he men’s singles, he still has passion for what he’s doing right now, even if you don’t see it. Your competitors could only dream of having that. You want to skate, they have to. There’s a big difference. The only thing is, to showcase your passion to the best of your ability, you have to make amends with Oikawa,” You open your mouth in protest, before your coach speaks up again, “this isn’t an option. It’s necessary. If you want to win the Olympics, that is. You can start right now by the way, I believe he’s in the cabin right next to yours.” With that, she walks away, leaving you speechless. After yesterday’s fiasco, the last thing you want to do is talk to him. But this isn’t about doing what you want, but about what you have to do, you think, and open your cabin door, alright. Good luck to me.

You move, and knock on Oikawa’s cabin’s door. “Yeah ?” A horse voice answers to the dry knocking, and it’s deepness makes your whole body tingle. “I- um. It’s me.” The door slides open, and if his voice has gotten such a reaction out of you, his slightly messy hair and jogging attire almost has you blushing, just the way it did 7 years ago, on your very first lift.

“So ?” Your partner urges you to speak up, and only then do you realize you’ve been standing in front of him, completely silent. You end up babbling a mess of words, and take a deep breath as to start anew. “I know we started off on the wrong foot. To be very honest, it’s kind of your fault, but I forgive you. Yesterday was especially bad, even though I’m pretty sure I was right, and you were wrong. However, I come in peace. For this reason, I have decided to be the mature person I am, and graciously overlook your past mistakes. Are we good now? ” The handsome male eyes your hand you stuck out for him to shake, and you two find yourselves wrapped in a parochial silence. “That’s not how apologizing works” You bite your tongue in order not to give into his taunting, and respond, “About that, I thought things through a little before coming here, and I believe I have nothing to apologize for. Thus, I decided to give you a chance to apologize instead. You’re welcome, by the way. ”

He gapes at you, and quickly regains his composure., “That’s funny, because I happen to think you actually do have stuff to apologize for.”

“And what would that be exactly ?”

“Being bitchy.”

You scoff, and cross your arms, “Me? I was only being bitchy because you were being an asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” Oikawa rolls his eyes, and is about to continue, when a man from the cabin next door groans. “Will you kids just keep it down? Some of us are too tired for your little lovers’ quarrel.”

At the mention of you and Oikawa being lovers, you both physically tense up, until the bickering starts again. “Look, I just wish you’d apologize!” You whisper-scream. “Apologize for what?” He insists, and you can’t believe your ears. “Are you serious ? Maybe apologizing for what you said when we first met? For not putting any effort in the skating just because it isn’t what you intended to do?” This time, it’s his turn to not believe his ears. “You want me to apologise for something that happened 7 seven years ago?” “That, and the no-effort thing.” “Oh so you really are serious.”

Be the bigger person. You take a deep breath, trying to focus on what to do in order to get Oikawa and you to make peace. Obviously, your partner is not able to see further than his own nose in this situation. So, it is up to you to make him understand that the stakes are too high for the both of you to simply go back and forth like children at around 35 thousand feet up in the air.

“Look. You’ve said it before, we can’t risk not being on the podium at the Olympics. What I’m trying to do, is restore our relationship, have good chemistry during the games, and win. After that, you can do whatever you want. I frankly don’t care if this isn’t your dream, it’s mine. I need to win. Just this once.” You plead.

This is humiliating. You’ve hit an all-time low. But it needed to be done. And by the look on his face, you can already tell this top 1 of your most embarrassing moments have not been in vain.

“Okay. Fine. I don’t promise anything but, ” he enters a fit of coughing, and tries his best to maintain his composure, “I’m sorry. What I said yesterday was kind of in the heat of the moment, I guess. But, sure. Winning. Totally.”

You open your mouth to thank him, but he pushes you out, and closes the door. Once again, you’re left frothing at the mouth. Maybe it was a sign not to thank him after all.

Oikawa has always hated the sound of skates rattling against the ice. But for some reason, he’s still standing on the rink, performing. He doesn’t know why. It’s the same with his relationship with you. You both hate each other, but you still skate together. It’s not out of a lack of opportunities; he was very coveted, and so were you. He couldn’t possibly count on his fingers the number of times you could’ve parted ways, and yet, here you both are, about to compete in the Olympic games. You’ve only got few days left to train and perfect the programm, but Oikawa still finds himself staring up at the windows of the rink. It was night, but he couldn’t spot any stars or the moon. Still, the sky was faintly light. He’d have to head to bed soon. “Done daydreaming ?” A voice calls out. It’s you. You were always pretty, but the faint glow around you due to the night sky makes you even prettier. Such a shame your beautiful face had to be paired up with such a horrid personality, he thinks.

“I’m talking to you.” You speak up, again.

“I can hear you.” Oikawa narrows his eyes at you.

“So you’re just ignoring me.”

“Correct.”

“Awesome. I thought we were getting somewhere.” You shoot him a look. Oikawa scoffs. He’s glad the dark manages to cover the expression he’s sporting, because you’d never let go of it. Oikawa flustered? What a scoop! “Getting where? We’re not a couple, much less friends.” If the night sky manages to cover him, it doesn’t do it for you. He wishes it did, because the saddened smile you’re wearing makes his stomach twist. He wants to take back the words he said. Over his lifetime, he’d take back practically half what he’s said if he could.

If only his pride could let him.

Thundersnows are, according to scientists, a rare occurrence. However they seemed common enough for you to have to live through one. It’s funny, in a twisted way. On one hand, you love snow, but on the other, you are absolutely terrified of thunders. Your first thought is to go see your coach. Around 5 years ago, while you were in a training camp, there had been one of the loudest storms you had ever had the horror of living. You had ran towards your coach’s room, begging her to stay with you. The thought still makes you smile, as a reminder of your friendship with her. You open your fist to reveal a white pearl, hanging from black thread, a token from your friendship. She had gifted it to both you and Oikawa after your very first gold medal.

A heavy knock on the door interrupts your soft moment, and soon enough, it creaks open, revealing a brown-haired figure skater, clad in loose fitting jeans, and a shirt.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Thought we ‘weren’t even friends’? What happened to that?” You don’t even bother looking up at him.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Coach said you were scared of thunders. She can’t help you out right now, she’s stuck in traffic with Ukai, so she sent me instead.” He runs his hand through his hair, and sits down on your bed. “Ukai, huh ?” You hum, “Always knew there was something going on between them.” You make yourself comfortable, and lie down on your bed. Feeling generous, you invite Oikawa to do the same. “Since when are civil ?” He quirks an eyebrow, and you shrug, “Ever since I was too tired not to be.” He doesn’t question your odd change of behaviour any further, and a leans back on the bed headboard.

“Do you think Ukai and coach have already fucked?” He asks, suddenly turning towards you. “Don’t be crude.” You respond.

“Is that a yes ?” His last question gets a chuckle out of you, and you realise that you completely forgot about the storm ever since he got here. “Maybe.” “Maybe !?” He props himself up on his shoulders, “Are you kidding ? They totally have! Have you seen the way they look at each other ? Man. Disgusting.“

“I find them cute. It’s love.”

“You’re disgusting too”

“Says the guy who wore skates two sizes too small during a comp. Who the hell does that ?”

“Who the hell falls on a toe loop ?” Oikawa retorts.

You snort, “That was low.”

“Your world standing is low.”

“My world standing is also your world standing.” You look back at him, and you find him staring at you. “I’m gonna hit you with the pillow.” You don’t get to say what you were planning to say anyway, because a pillow is hurled at your face.

You take it off, and wholeheartedly laugh. “You’re not half as bad as I made you out to be.” Oikawa observes. “Well, you would’ve known earlier if you hadn’t been such an asshole since day one”.

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” He retorts, “if my memory serves me right, you were being quite the asshole as well.”

“Excuse me?” Your mouth falls open.

“Sometimes I even wonder how you spoke like that. Weren’t you like, twelve?”

“I’m just well-spoken.” You prop your chin up. It was true. Your parents had always pressured you. Etiquette lessons, piano lessons, countless extracurricular activities. No wonder you managed to seem like a smartass to Oikawa.

“Sure.”

Silence makes its way in the room, none of you daring to disturb it, until a question makes an appearance at the back of your mind. So close.

“Why do you not do any effort in our routines?”

“Me?” Oikawa stares back at you with a dazed look, “Given everything we’ve won, you’d think the opposite, no?”

“I’ve asked you about this before, but you’d just ignore me. I want you to be honest with me. I mean effort as in, something more than what’s expected of you, stimulated by the happiness that skating brings you. You don’t do that. And I’m just tired of doing everything in my power in order to balance your lack of passion out.”

“Then don’t.” His simple answer makes you scoff.

“And lose all my chances at the games? No way. This is my dream. I’ve never wished for anything more than this.”

“Then why didn’t you switch partners?”

He’s right. Why didn’t you ? You don’t look at him in the eye, you wouldn’t dare to. Because you know the answer, but never in a million years would you ever willingly face it. Not in the kind of environment you’re in right now, you can’t take it or risk it. Besides, you’ve feigned feeling nothing but resentment towards him in the past few years. What kind of delusional would you be if you even thought of him possibly liking you back ?

“I.. I don’t know. Why haven’t you ?” Counter a question by a question. Great thinking. If only his question wasn’t as frustrating as his answer.

“Because I don’t know what I’d do without you. You said it yourself, your determination is essential to our performances. It makes up for whatever I don’t have. We balance each other out. And admit it, our little ‘lovers quarrels’ mean too much for you to ever let them go, don’t they ?”

The proximity and the subtle flirting make your chest feel warm, even though you know it shouldn’t. You can’t let these type of doubts eat you from the inside, but you can’t help it. You just know realize that you desperately need to keep yourself in check to have a chance to step on the podium.

“You’re too tired. Did you consume anything before coming here ?” You wave him off, in a brief attempt to cover your embarrassment.

“Love.” He grins.

The peace between you and Oikawa seemed to have only been an interwar period, because it only took a few hours for the animosity to come back.

A conversation you weren’t even supposed to hear. That’s all it took for your heart that was beating like crazy a few moments prior to shatter, once again, just the way it did over the years with Oikawa.

“Are you sure you want to leave the team, Oikawa ?” A feminine voice speaks up. The coach, you think.

“Yeah. I can’t do it anymore, this is just a lack of professionalism at this point.” Another one speaks. It’s a man this time. Oikawa, you realize.

“You do realize you could just talk this out, right? Consider it, at least, tons of athletes have dealt with this, you know.”

“It’s.. it’s not for me I’m doing this. Sorry.”

You don’t even bother listening to the rest of the conversation. You hadn’t even taken your own warning into account, and here you were, in the cafeteria, carelessly moving your food around, without plans to actually eat any of it.

The doors from the training centre close behind you and Oikawa, and he speaks up, “So? What’s gotten your panties in a twist ?”

“Nothing is wrong! Why do you care anyway? This has nothing to do with you!” You immediately blow up, and swear you could gouge his eyes out. One second you two find yourselves flirting, the next he wants to leave the team, and for the grand finale, Oikawa suddenly cares about your mental state. You tend to find it rather funny, since his antics make up around half of the reasons for your deteriorating mental state. On the other hand, you’ve had just about enough of him stringing you along and acting as if nothing’s wrong.

“First, you have got to calm down, holy shit. Second, I care because you’re my partner, and because we’re about to compete! Tomorrow!” He seethes.

You can’t help but laugh at his lousy excuse, “I call bullshit. You’re a horrible liar. You don’t care about the Olympics, much less about me. Stop fucking around, tell me the truth.”

“You know what? Fine! I give up! I don’t care about you, and I certainly dont care about the games. Good luck winning this alone. Knew I shouldn’t have listened to the coach.” He mutters, and almost walks away, until you grab him by the elbow. He makes a move to get rid of you, but you stand your ground.

“That’s why you asked me how I was doing? Because of the coach?” You look up at him. Anger is evident in your face.

“I thought you didn’t care? Make up your goddamn mind, (y/n)! Also, that’s not what I was even talking about. Stop assuming all the time!”

For the first time since this argument started, you’re at a loss of words. You couldn’t tell him you did care, you couldn’t tell him how betrayed you felt, you couldn’t tell how you felt at all.

“So what were you talking about then? Felt bad cause you’re leaving and wasn’t planning on telling me shit?”

“Where did you hear that from ?” You can see his face get hard, and you instantly regret what you said earlier. You’ve never seen him in such a serious state. “Nowhere. Forget it.” You try to wave him off and get on your way, but he doesn’t let you. You’ve definitely struck a nerve.

“No, I won’t forget it. Where did you hear that from? No one was supposed to know about this, especially not you. So, again, where the hell did you get that from?”

“I.. I just heard you and the coach speak about it when I passed your room in the hallway on the way to the cafeteria.” However, his outburst doesn’t stop you from getting defensive as well.

“So, are you happy? Stringing me along making me think we were finally doing well, and then just leave? Got want you wanted all along, right? How much of an asshole exactly are you? And don’t you dare tell me I’m the asshole, because that’s not true and you know it. You told me we were going to stick together, and then you just go, and you- you just..” you can’t help the sobs. You feel so incredibly stupid for letting your emotions take you over, and letting Oikawa know how much he hurt you. How much power he holds over you. Now there’s definitely no chance for him to genuinely try tomorrow, or even win. He’ll be too busy despising and avoiding you.

“Look at me. Come on, look at me.” The brown haired boy looks down at you, craddling your face with his hands.

“Cut the bullshit,” you sob, “I’m not falling for it anymore.” You tear his hands off your face.

“I’m not bullshitting you. I swear, god, I am not leaving the team, I did not mean to string you along, and I don’t hate you. At least not anymore.”

“So you did hate me!”

“So did you!”

“No I didn’t! You are such a moron, I can’t believe you. I like you. When I was twelve, when we first met, you remember the bad lift we did? Do you remember the way I looked at you back then? You thought treating me like shit was gonna be all it took for the feelings to magically disappear?”

“I can’t believe you’re calling me a moron when you’re truly not any better.” He says, and carefully cradles your face again. “Because I liked you, too.”

“You suck.”

He grins, and leans in. This time, you don’t fight him. You invite him in, and when he finally locks lips with yours, the fireworks are blowing up in your stomach. You throw your arms around his neck in an attempt to draw him close than you both already are, and his hands make their merry way to your waist. You could stay like this forever. Your brain goes haywire, and when Oikawa slightly pulls away, you can’t help but feel disappointed that it’s already over.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be many more to come,” Oikawa chuckles, in response to your obvious insatisfaction.

“I’m still mad at you for being an asshole for so long just because you were too pussy to tell me you liked me.” You point at his chest.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist the possibility of an ennemies to lovers with you.”

“Second place, (Country name), Oikawa Toorū and (y/n) (l/n)!”

Second place. It’s not what you wanted. You should feel sad and disappointed, but you’re not.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t win first place.” Oikawa murmurs. You let your foreheads touch, and whisper in reply, “I don’t mind. There’s always next time. Besides, even if I didn’t get first place, I got something else that I like way better.” Before your lips get to touch, however, a camera flash goes off, blinding the both of you, and you hear a few teenage girls in the bleachers whine.

“He’s taken now?” One of the girls indiscreetly whispers, and another one responds, with the same obvious disappointed tone, “I guess..”

You can’t find it in yourself to care. Looks like winning isn’t just about first place after all, because even if you haven’t won, you still feel more victorious than you ever have before.

#[魅] — queued #[魅] — fic #oikawa fluff #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru #oikawa fic #oikawa angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #hq angst #hq x y/n #hq imagines #oikawa imagine #I rlly wanted to write a scene where yn talks abt how she feels skating w oikawa #but I forgot 🙁#they give me g&g vibes

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Little Black Dress | one-shot

・❥・Pairing: 70s!e x reader

・❥・Genre: a pinch of angst, fluff, mature themes, 70s!Elvis, shy reader, insecure reader, jealous Elvis.

・❥・Ratings & Warnings: 18+ NSFW. MDNI.

・❥・WC: 5803 words

・❥・Summary: After being a devoted Elvis Presley fan for more than a decade, you and your best friend manage to miraculously score tickets for his Las Vegas show. You wear a classic little black dress, as your best friend decides it's the perfect opportunity to wear it for the first time. Unbeknownst to you, what you believed to be a 'plain' outfit choice seemed to have caught the eye of the King of Rock 'n Roll himself.

・❥ A/N: Hi my beautiful followers! I apologise for not posting for a while, life happens and well, you'll soon find out that I am quite the perfectionist when it comes to writing. This is unlike any other I have written before, my first attempt in writing NSFW content. Please be gentle with me, aha. Anyways, I hope you all like it! 💋

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“I think it’s too short,” You said, attempting to pull the dress down lower.

“Girl, you look hot, don’t overthink it.” Your best friend, Annie, confidently replied in contrast to your self-doubt about your attire.

Exactly a week ago, you managed to score some tickets to see Elvis Presley at the Las Vegas Hilton hotel. Even if the infamous singer has been playing numerous back-to-back shows at the infamous venue, the tickets remained challenging as ever to get a hold of. It seemed that even after the decade-long absence from the stage, his name never failed to lose its popularity and relevance. As a result, crowds upon crowds of people were lined up just outside the ballroom excitedly waiting to be let in. And for once, you and your best friend were one of them.

You became an Elvis fan since you were a freshly-turned teenager, his charm and unique way of performing immediately captured your curosity. Despite, of course, against your parents’ wishes. Like all the other parents in the country, they were determined in calling Elvis Presley “a rebellious boy” and how his scandalous movements are wrecking the minds of the youth. You laughed at that and simply ignored the “warning.” You were still fairly young back then, only really discovering him after he finished his military service. And so, ever since the start of teenagehood - you became a fan.

Because here you are, all these years later and still an avid fan of him. Through the persuasive ways of your best friend, she has managed to convince you to finally wear the little black dress at the very back of your closet. You purchased it a while ago, with no specific intention on wearing it anywhere, as you didn’t perceive yourself as a wildly confident dresser. But as your best friend said, it seemed to be the perfect outfit to wear for your first Elvis Presley concenrt.

And so, here you were. A tight little black dress that reached just a little above your mid thigh, paired with black boots and your hair in a half-updo. You thought it was basic and simple enough, but fitting enough for the event. But now, as you stood in the lobby - you began having second thoughts that the dress might be too short for the occasion.

“Annie, does my underwear show through this?” You said, turning around, “I don’t want to be flashing anyone.” You worriedly say, knowing that the material of the dress is quite thin.

Annie laughed, “You are absolutely fine, Y/N. “

You sighed in relief, “Ok, just double checking. “

“Besides, if you were to flash anyone, it’d be Elvis so-”

You gasped and hit her arm, “Annie! Oh my god, No!”

You shake your head horrified, face fully red in embarrassment at just the thought of such an incident.

Annie simply smirked, “Why? It wouldn’t be so bad.”

You smile shyly, “Let’s just go before they close the doors.” You switch the subject immediately, keen to draw away from Annie teasing you.

Excited chatter filled the ballroom, with not one single empty seat. You and your best friend were luckily seated only a few rows from the very front of the stage, but of course, found yourself rising from your seats and being as close to the front as possible. As close as possible to him.

The moment you saw him appear on stage, it was surreal. He was one of the most photographed celebrities, but those photographs did not do him justice. It was true what others have said, how Elvis Presley’s looks were almost to the level of a greek god. A sharp jawline, beautiful tanned skin, high cheekbones, plump lips, and the most striking blue eyes that seem to pierce right through whoever he’s looking at. His black hair was messy, but fit him perfectly, falling over his eyes a little - with that boyish smile gleaming at everyone. It was such a stark contrast from the all clean-cut Ken doll throughout his Hollywood years. Even more so, his jumpsuit hugged his lean and tall figure, with the few buttons undone to reveal his chest.

You were entranced. You spent your days endlessly playing his records in your bedroom at your parents house, and now more recently in your own apartment. But hearing him sing, right at this moment, in front of you - his talent never wavered. It astounds and shocks you at the same time, the familiarity of it and the newness of seeing him perform right in front of your eyes. He seemed to be more confident in his performing persona, knows how to command a stage and gone was the shy smile of his when he first started out. All throughout the concert, he would every now and again drop jokes and would constantly check if the audience is enjoying the show.

It is almost the end now, and sweat trickles down his face and it doesn’t surprise you. The way that Elvis performs, it’s not a case of simply singing. No. It’s the vocals, along with his dances and karate movements mixed along that capture the eager-eyed audience. His immense energy surprises you, and you aren’t ashamed to admit that you are one of the girls in the audience screaming constantly in excitement.

But then came the moment you’ve heard through hushed whispers, and that is how Elvis would kiss his fans at his concerts. You thought it was simply a rumour that spread like wildfire, as celebrity rumours do - but now you can definitely confirm it to be true. And that is because you are now on the receiving end of such a public display of affection. You barely registered the very brief encounter, but it happened. Elvis cupped your cheeks with his hands, and planted a brief soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away, but made sure to fixate his gaze on you with that smirk of his quirk in the corner of his lips. He was quick to be pulled into another kiss by another female audience member, but you were frozen. You touched your lips with your fingertips, the sensation still lingering as waves of bliss course through you.

Of course, you were not naive to the fact that you are merely one of the many women that he would kiss that night. Afterall, the evidence was right in front of you - how Elvis walked away from the stage and made his way around, interacting with as many fans as possibe. This went on for a good while, before he returned to the stage and resumed performing a few more songs.

After the final song, Elvis bids goodbye to the audience and gratefully thanks them before the curtains draw the show to a close. Your cheeks seem to be hurting, probably from all the smiling you’ve been doing so naturally. But you are back to reality now, the concert you’ve waited for what seems like your whole life - is now over. It felt like it was over in a blink of an eye, and you never fully understood that phrase when people say it - but you do now. Hours worth of performances were done in a single second it felt.

But despite the shrinking feeling of dismay within you, the euphoric sensation coupled with pure adrenaline coursed fiercely through your veins. You linked arms with Annie, who herself shared the same expression - absolutely elated and sad it’s over. Everyone slowly dispersed the venue, excited chatters of memorable moments from the show filled the conversations.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Your best friend says, as she sighs while you are in the line of people exiting the venue.

You shake your head, “Neither can I.”

“Well, now we can cross off two things from our bucket list.” Annie muses, as she smirks.

“Finally going to an Elvis concert?” You ask, unsure of what the second one could be.

“That and also kissing him.” Annie says, pure delight in her voice.

You bite your bottom lip, unable to control a smile.

“Gosh, did you see how that lady leaped over the tables just to get to him?” Annie asks, lowering her voice a little, “She’s my idol.”

You chuckle, “She definitely was determined.”

“I’m surprised that his clothes didn’t rip to shreds, like back in the 50s?” Annie says, as you quickly recall the news articles of ‘rebellious Elvis’ performing and would often end with his clothes, quite literally - destroyed. There was a photograph of him walking backstage with no shirt on, and his pants that might as well be shorts.

You shake your head, “Gosh, yeah. That was - people are strong, I’m telling you.” You chuckle.

Annie nods and says, “I don’t know about you, but I am starving. Where do you want to go?”

You both were in the lobby of the hotel now, much of the crowd of people have exited the hotel and are most likely finding transportation to go home.

Before you could even respond to the question, you hear a rush of footsteps that seem to be getting near you.

“Excuse me!”

You both turn around and see a man who seems a little out of breath, “Hi, ladies. “ He offers a kind smile, and you instantly recognise him as part of Elvis Presley’s entourage. One of the men in his ‘Memphis Mafia.’

“I know you.” Annie furrows her eyebrows, seemingly taking longer to recognize the man.

“Hi, I’m Jerry. I work for Elvis, and well he has invited you both to his suite for dinner.” He says, as if it’s the most casual thing to say in the world.

You freeze and exchange a look of shock with your best friend.

“I-I’m sorry?” You stutter, not fully believing the words.

“Us? He’s inviting us? To meet him?” Annie questions, tone in equal disbelief as you.

Jerry nods, seemingly unfazed by your reactions.

“Yes, that’s right.” He nods in certainty.

You look at Annie again.

“We’d love to!” Annie responds grinning excitedly, interrupting your thoughts from running into overthinking.

As Jerry leads the way, Annie whispers to you, “Don’t overthink it, Y/N. This is once in a lifetime.”

On the way there, Jerry makes small talk with both of you. Just the usual case of introducing yourselves, how long you’ve been a fan and all that. All the while, trying to calm the fast thumping of your heart at the reality that not only will you be face to face with Elvis - but you’ll be talking to him. And also thinking about the wild thought that he has asked to meet you.

There was not even one single point during the concert in which you’d thought he’d be fixated on you like that.

You have been in his suite for an hour now, and overwhelmed is an understatement. The suite was filled with many other people; beautiful girls that could easily pass as models (perhaps they are), actors and actresses, and of course the Memphis Mafia. It still felt like an intimate affair though, with only around fifteen people in the room. You were sitting on the velvet couch, as you took gradual sips of your drink. Evidently, you were subtly people watching. Annie seemed to be caught up in a conversation with Jerry, as they both lingered near the pool table. Her laugh seemed endless, and you know from the look in her eyes and the gestures that she was definitely flirting with Jerry.

You’ve met Elvis earlier, it was very briefly since he wanted to say hello to everyone. But in that split-second interaction, you cannot help but blush and stammer your name out as you introduce yourself. You were thankful that he was wrapped up in a conversation with someone else, as it decreased the chances of you absolutely making a fool of yourself in front of your celebrity crush. Right now, he seems to be in conversation with a comedian and his laugh echoes. You cannot help but smile at the sound.

Annie seems to be nowhere in sight, but so does Jerry and you can only make assumptions of what that may mean. You sighed and stood up, refilling your glass of wine as you leaned against the corner of the wall - people watching. You don’t go unnoticed though, as a member of the Memphis Mafia approaches you - Red West.

“Hi.”

Your eyes refocus on the new face in front of you, he flashes a grin at you as he leaned the side of his body on the wall.

You clear your throat, “Hi.”

“I’m Red.” He says, sticking his hand out.

You shake it and kindly smile, “Nice to meet you, Red. I’m Y/N.”

He repeats your name, an amused grin on his lips.

“So, Y/N. . . avoiding humans then?” He jokes, as you are removed from all the conversations going on. Here you were, standing alone.

You chuckle, “Not exactly. I was part of the human chatter earlier.”

Red nods with his arms crossed, “And now you’ve realised that humans are a pain in the ass.”

You laugh, “I was going to say I just like people watching, but that too.”

Red’s eyes flicker to your lips and you hardly notice it, completely oblivious that he is physically attracted to you. You yourself have never been experienced in the art of flirting nor romance, therefore you just deemed it to be a normal conversation.

“Sounds like stalker territory, but okay.” Red says, dramatically putting his hands up.

You rolled your eyes but laughed, “You’ve never heard of that term before?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.”

“It just means someone who is an observer of life. You know, how Shakespeare says that thing about how movies are ideas from what humans are like in real life. People get ideas from people, by people watching.” You explain.

Red steps a little closer to you, and this you notice. But you don’t react because the conversation has been harmless so far.

“Like Romeo and Juliet then, that’s Shakespeare right?” Red says.

That’s not exactly what you were saying, and you are pretty sure he just ignored the rest of what you were trying to say. But you are also aware of how some men just don’t use whatever brain cell they have. So, you are not surprised at his question.

You smiled tightly, “Yeah.”

“You are very smart, you know. Very pretty just like Juliet.” Red says, a glint in his eye as he smirks.

You laugh unsure of what to say, “Thanks, I guess.”

And still, you are oblivious as ever with his flirtatious tone.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of azure eyes gaze intently at you from across the room. Elvis has been socialising with everyone for an hour or so now, but in the corner of his eye he is still paying attention to you. Ever since his eyes met your face at the show earlier, he couldn’t help but immediately want to see you again. He has seen and been with many beautiful women in his life, the advantages of being who he is - the way women just flock to him without him even lifting a finger. But your beauty was not overdone, and your whole look was minimal. It was obvious that you were not dressed to impress, as they may say. You dressed as one would to attend a concert, but not with the intention of ever drawing his attention. Well, you did. But you had no idea.

Of course, Elvis would invite a bunch of people to his suite for dinner after his shows. Aside from celebrity figures, Elvis would also invite people from the audience. Most of the fans invited immediately said yes, as you and Annie did as well. The hopeful women that clearly wanted and competed for Elvis’ undivided attention surrounded him, but his head snapped to you. You who was leaning so close to Red West, as you laughed in your fixated conversation with him. You both looked so in your own bubble, apart from everyone else. Apart from him. The women around him keep on talking, but Elvis is no longer listening.

Elvis has thrown warnings to the MM before about his fans, if any of them were to try anything with any of the fans - he wouldn’t take it lightly. Of course, some fans that he would invite to his suite - Elvis had no intention of being intimate with. And so, Elvis wouldn't bat an eye if any of the MM were to flirt with them.

But he clearly expressed his interest in you to the MM, and so rage fuelled his body at the sight of Red going against his words. Even worse, it looked like you were enjoying Red’s company with your cute laugh and endless smile.

Elvis has had enough. He excuses himself from the women around him and stands up, much to their dismay. But they quickly talk amongst themselves. Elvis strides over to you and Red, he takes his sunglasses off and folds it confidently - holding it in his hands.

“Red.” One word and Red freezes. He turns around and there is Elvis with his jaw tightened and a tight smile on his lips.

“Boss.”

“Heard you both laughing all the way there, wondered what the joke is.” Elvis says, though the intensity in his eyes mentally burning holds into Red’s head.

You, of course, were frozen that Elvis decided to show up all of the sudden. Still not used to his effortless charm and handsome smile of his.

“Um, i-it was n-nothing. “ You stutter, mentally hitting yourself at the sudden timidity of your voice.

Elvis eyes are on you but he quickly looks back at Red, who seemed to have gotten more nervous than ever. He is scratching the back of his neck and is no longer leaning against the wall, but straightening his posture.

“Honey, I doubt it. What do ya say, Red?” He says.

Red immediately gets the hint and realises that he has fucked up. Here he was blatantly flirting with you, right in Elvis’ line of sight.

“I’m saying. . . I uh, Charlie needs my help on something. I better go.” He says, quickly excusing himself and briefly looking back at you. You frown, confused as his sudden change of mood.

Elvis sighs and pats him on the back, “Good idea, man.”

“Bye, it was nice to meet you!” You call out and he shoots you a small smile before vanishing somewhere else.

“You enjoying yourself, honey?” Elvis asks, the southern drawl so apparent in his tone. He casually takes the spot that Red was standing in, but Elvis is closer and he is leaning against the wall.

You attempt to make eye contact with him, but his gaze is intense. Even more so without his sunglasses on.

“Yeah, it’s nice. Thanks for , um, inviting me.” You say, twirling the empty glass of wine in your hands nervously.

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” He asks.

“You remember my name.” You say before you can stop yourself.

Elvis chuckles amusedly, “Why wouldn’t I? Miss Little Black Dress.” He says, shamelessly trailing his gaze from your long legs up to the gaze in your eyes.

You feel your cheeks heat up, “Not the most creative choice, I know.” You smile at him, trying to make yourself relax and appear more confident.

Elvis shakes his head at your comment, “You look good, honey. Don’t count yourself out.”

Although he has probably complimented many women, his words still make you naturally blush. You can’t help but look away and nervously say, “Thanks.”

The one chance that Elvis Presley is having a conversation to you and to you alone, and you are looking away? You mentally hit yourself and try to push out the shyness that seems to have taken over you since the start of this conversation. With Red, it was easy conversation, you weren’t rethinking each word that left your mouth. But he wasn’t Elvis. He wasn’t the celebrity crush that you’ve endlessly devoted yourself over for the past eleven years. Elvis found you adorably amusing, clearly hyper aware of the effect he has on you.

You muster some courage of confidence and attempt to meet his eyes again, as you clear your throat.

“Sorry, you were saying?” You ask.

“Hmm?”

“Uh. . you said about being honest with me about something?” You explain, redirecting the topic of conversation.

He snaps his fingers and chuckles, “Ah! Right. I, well, would you like to get out of here?” He asks, his hand lightly brushing your hand but not quite intertwining your fingers.

You freeze, not being able to maintain the shock with your eyes. Although you were practically oblivious when a guy was flirting with you, the naivety did not extend to words such as the ones that Elvis just let go. You knew what he was implying, and you were quite certain that he was hinting to sleeping with you. But this is when you drew the line. Sure, it was nice to talk to your idol, but crossing over to that territory? You don’t think you are sure of yourself. Besides, you haven’t even crossed territory like that with any guy.

“I-”

He interrupts you, as if reading your mind.

“I won’t hurt you, Y/N. I promise. I just figured it’s easier to get to know each other without all this noise.” He explains, voice soft.

Your best friend’s voice echoes in your mind at that very moment.

‘Live a little, Y/N. When an opportunity presents itself, just jump. As long as it’s not harmful. Besides, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’

You hesitate, unable to form words.

Before you could even register what is happening, you find yourself smiling at Elvis and agreeing to his offer, “Okay.”

It has been a while now since Elvis whisked you away from all the ‘noise’ as he described it. You were sure that your heart was beating loud enough for anyone to hear, as he placed his arm lightly around your waist. You were now in his room, and it was as luxurious as you’d expect it to be - the interior exactly what you imagined his taste would be. You were unsure at first on what to do, as you stood there. But luckily, Elvis was careful and noticed your nervous energy - he offered you to take a seat at the very edge of his bed.

“How old are you, darlin?” He questions, as he faces you fully.

“Twenty-four.” You say, and your mind immediately runs wild at what he must think of you now.

Here you were, at the adult age of twenty-four and yet your life experiences seemed to not suit that description of such an age. You struggled to even hold a conversation with Elvis without stuttering or looking overly timid. In this stage of a woman's life, aren’t they supposed to be confident in their desires and advances? Romantic and sexual experiences should be vast by now, right? That’s what you believed, and yet - here you were. An anomaly within that belief. Your shy nature upon initial conversation with him, made Elvis conclude that you were a precious jewel out of the many. But your naivety to such things made you embarrassed, as someone with overflowing sex appeal had his undivided attention on you.

Oh shit. He’ll probably ask something and that’s that. He’ll find out how embarrassingly inexperienced I am, and I’ll have to make a run from it. That is humiliating.

You thought to yourself. Although you cannot be one-hundred percent sure that the conversation would lead to that, you know in yourself there is a pretty solid chance that it will. After all, the environment you are in just screams it. Here you were, literally sitting on his bed, the door is closed and it ‘s just the two of you. Besides, you’ve heard the rumours - about his sexual appetite. Afterall, he was this rock ‘n roll singer who practically had women fawning all over him. Logically speaking, he had to do something with that adrenaline after walking off stage - right?

You were getting ahead of yourself again, your thoughts running rampant and Elvis clearly noticed this. He delicately placed his finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, concern swimming in his blue eyes.

You shake your head, “N-Nothing. I, um. . .”

“I meant what I said, I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” He says, placing his hand over yours as he squeezes it reassuringly.

You sighed and nodded, trying to calm your nerves down.

“Do you read?” Elvis asks suddenly.

“I used to a lot, but not anymore.” You reply, managing to form a normal sentence without stuttering. You tilt your head in confusion as Elvis gets up, but shortly returns back to his spot next to you with a book in his hands.

“Why did you stop?” He asked, his genuine curiosity took you aback a little.

You shrugged, “Life became busy and I don’t know, I eventually lost interest I guess.”

You look at the title of the book that he’s holding, “The Impersonal Life by Joseph Benner.”

Upon reading the title of the unknown book, Elvis delves into revealing that he is an avid reader and brings a suitcase full of books whenever he’s on the road. Surprise would be an understatement, you admitted to him that you never expected him to be a reader. As the conversation grows, you find yourself relaxing and all the nervous energy vanishes from you. You thought that when Elvis said that he wanted to get to know you, it was simply just a phrase. But he truly did evidently show that he was interested in what you had to say, you felt flattered. You would answer his questions, but then he would ask another one based on the answer you just gave him. And you knew that he was listening to you, as he stared intently and would nod encouragingly at you to continue.

Initially stepping into the room, there was no clock in sight. You wished that you had your watch on, it would’ve helped to know what time it was. It felt like you’ve been talking to each other for a while now, you presume it has been hours. And yet, Elvis was true to his word - he hasn’t done anything that you didn’t like.

You were in the middle of explaining to him the meaning behind your name, but you stopped mid-sentence.

“I’m sorry, I’m just rambling. Am I boring you?” You smile at him apologetically.

Elvis grins amusedly at you and shook his head, “The opposite, honey.”

He nods at your black boots, “Interesting choice.”

You chuckled, “Yeah, well, wearing heels makes my feet hurt. I mean, I have worn heels before because on some occasions, you just have to. But my black boots are my go-to, and coincidentally enough-”

You are looking down at your black boots, but stop yourself from continuing your sentence because you feel his focus has shifted. In the corner of your eye, you feel the heat of his gaze and this makes you naturally turn your head to face him. The pair of blue eyes flickered between your eyes, and your lips. Elvis sighed and it was obvious that he desperately wanted to lean in. All the while when you were talking, his mind kept directing him to stare at those lips of yours. So perfectly pink and inviting. But he held himself back, and didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

It was only this, in this moment did you realise how close together your bodies were. Your thighs were pressed up against each other and literally no space between you. It was silent for a while. You found yourself studying his face, and you still cannot believe how perfect he looks. It was so unlike the beauty of any other human being, you thought. You found yourself tracing his features with your finger, lastly touching his plump lips. Your motions were slow, and agonsing it seemed as Elvis' breathing increased. All the while you maintained your eye contact with him in good control. His eyes held pure fascination with your actions, a stark contrast from your shy nature. Your touch was delicate and careful, but he can tell that there is something more wanting to break out from you.

It was in this very moment that you felt a hot sensation within you. You have hardly done anything, and Elvis is already feeling that familiar ache. His eyes intensified, as his tongue wetted his lips.

Annie’s words echo through your brain again.

“I want to kiss you,” You finally admit, voice delicate but strong. You have never been this forward with a guy before, and so the words that leave your mouth surprise you.

“You don’t have to ask.” He says, his tone of voice low.

You circle your arms around his neck, and finally - your lips meet his. The melding of your lips together, causes Elvis to let out a groan. The sound sparks the sensation in your lower body. The kiss was sweet and slow at first, but you felt yourself wanting more. An unfamiliar determination takes over you, as your hands thread through his hair - pulling it tightly. Elvis welcomes the pain, and tightly secures an arm around your waist - his touch searingingly hot through your little black dress. The kiss is far from slow, as you both grow in need. His other hand grips your cheek as he deepens the kiss, recapturing your lips again, as he bites into your bottom lip. You let out a gasp, and swipe your tongue on his lips. The sweet sound of your gasps spurs something darker within Elvis, he needs more. But he can’t be selfish, and so he pulls back from the blissful touches.

Elvis is breathing hard, and you do too. Both trying to catch your breaths, as you try to comprehend what you just did. But a smile pulls on your lips, as does his.

“Y/N, if we continue. . . I-I don’t think I can stop.” He warns, and your heart beats at how careful and honest he is. Staying true to his word.

You lean forward once again and whisper, as you look him right in the eye, “Then don’t.”

You gulp at the words you just let go, unaware where you found this confidence from. But you keep it going, not knowing when you’ll shrink back into your timid nature.

Elvis’ movements are fast, as your lips meet together for the second time. This time, the kiss is not gentle anymore. It is filled with hunger and pure desire, a kiss that feels like the dichotomy of scorching desert sun and the icy glaciers that are surrounded by the Southern Ocean. A kiss that both felt like a crashing wave of relief, and an invisible rope tightly binding you and Elvis together. Your hands travelled through his back, his neck and his hair. Elvis’ hand trailed up your thigh and you felt your heart beating faster, as he slid the ends of your dress higher and higher. His other supported the back of your neck, as you naturally arched your back - displaying your neck invitingly to him.

Elvis left a trail of strong kisses to your neck, “You have such soft skin, honey.” He hums, and you feel his teeth tug lightly at the skin of your neck. You moan at the feeling, knowing that you’ll have to find a way later on to hide the inevitable hickies that’ll be marked on your skin. You feel Elvis smirk at the sound, and this only encourages him to add more to the ones already forming prominently on your skin.

“Elvis, I-I” You gasped.

He pulls away, you frown confused at abruptly stopping his actions. Elvis finds this cute and chuckles at your expression, “Let’s take these off.” He removes both of your boots, and winks at you.

He pulls you back into a kiss, and naturally brings you to his lap with your legs on either side of him, straddling his lap. Elvis groans at the contact of your thin underwear on his crotch, in this new position. His hand on the back of your neck finds its way to grip the butterfly clip that holds your hair together, he removes it letting your hair fall down and rest on your shoulders.

Elvis looks at you in awe, “Beautiful.”

Your cheeks heat up, only adding to the warmth that fiercely courses through your body.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love the little black dress.” He says, and you feel breathless.

“Oh do you now, Mr. Presley?” You muse, tilting your head at him as you bite your lip.

Elvis places both of his hands on the ends of your dress and attempts to remove it smoothly, but grows frustrated at the strength of the material and you suddenly hear a sharp sound of tearing. Elvis pays it no mind and lets it fall to the floor.

You laugh and shake your head at his frustration. Elvis laughs along with you and leaves kisses at the side of your face, as you glance at the torn material on his velvet carpet.

“But it’s time to say goodbye to it.” Elvis smirks.

He flips you both over, so your back is on the soft sheets of the bed as he presses his body against you. Both of your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. You help him rid of his clothing, admiring in awe at his bare chest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one.” He assures you, implying to the ripped up dress.

“I have a better idea,” You say, tone sultry.

Elvis smirks, his fingers circling your breasts, as his thumbs graze your perked nipples in repeated motions. You moan at the action, arching your back. At the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head, Elvis wishes to have the sight before him captured into his mind forever.

“Hmm? And what would that be?” His deep voice, sending you into limitless bliss.

You reach your hand out and grip the necklace dangling from his neck, using it as a way to pull his face towards you, as you clash your lips together and you feel him smirk through the kiss. He detaches himself from your lips, and descends down to kiss your jaw, your skin and now your chest. He is quick enveloping the hardened buds, wetting them with his tongue, as he repeats the action to your other breast. Your mind is in a frenzy, feeling your toes curl at the pure euphoria as you moan.

Thank goodness for the Little Black Dress, you thought.

#elvis fic #elvis fanfic #smut #fic recs #ep #elvis x reader #mature themes #70s!e #shy reader #insecure reader #maybe a cliche lol #one shot #astralheart21

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sadisticmountainking · 2 years

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"Damian I... I'm sorry..."

Jon muttered, chin resting on his friend's shoulder as the younger's arms wrapped him in a tight hug. As tight as someone can hold a Kryptonian, at least.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Damian was quick to question, narrow eyes siding to the teenager, even if he couldn't see his face.

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't be the one in this position. I- You- I mean... I'm older now and... And it's not-"

"That's not true."

Jonathan lifted his head, taking some distance to face the young Wayne. How old was he now? Was he still 13? 14? 15? His sense of timing had been severely damaged after spending so much time travelling between time and space.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not older."

A confused face, followed by a chuckle from the light skinned boy let Damian know his friend still had no idea what he was talking about. He stopped himself from eye rolling, putting into practice his patience.

"Jonathan. For how long were you gone?"

Jon's body tensed up. Fact which did not escape Damian's attention.

"I... Uhm. I'm not sure. I'm 17 now so I guess... 5 years?"

Damian took a moment to continue, focusing his senses into Jonathan's expressions. His body language; curved, head down, avoiding eye contact, playing with his own hands. Bitten lips and fingers. His voice; slightly shaky, but enough for him to notice, soft, shy. Uncomfortable, with no doubt. And rightfully so.

"And during those 5 years, when did you shut down?"

"Excuse me?"

Damian's eyes narrowed once again.

"You were on the verge of death for years. You were isolated, and tortured. I know you were. Your parents might feel guilty enough to look for a fake sense of relief by ignoring the plot holes of your story, but I'm not. I'm the world's greatest detective. I know you didn't tell everything."

Jon's eyes moved to the floor, shamefully scratching the back of his neck.

"When you go through something like that, your brain is forced to prioritize your survival by shutting down mechanisms which, during childhood and teenagehood, a person would have the chance to explore and nourish. Trust me, I know about it."

The Arabic young man explained, making an effort to simplify the explanation for his friend to understand every word he said.

"During my whole life, all my brain knew was survival. I know how that looks like. I wasn't a child, Jonathan. I was a weapon. And my brain made sure I'd survive as such. It was you, Grayson and Brown who helped me become a child. Who allowed me to claim which had been forbidden to me."

A strong, decided hand reached the kryptonian's, forcing him to focus. Damian made sure to make his breathing sound slow and steady, guiding Jon's, which had already started to become quick and erratic. He could only begin to imagine the hell his beloved friend had gone through.

"I know things haven't gotten much better. I know you haven't had a chance to stop. And that you don't want to, because stopping means thinking. And thinking means remembering. Thinking means being there again. But you're not. You're not there. You're here, with me."

Jonathan's lilac eyes were watering. Damian wasn't sure at what point it started, but seeing his friend's eyes shining, not for hope or cheer, but for tears, broke his heart. He began wondering if he had crossed a line he shouldn't have. But there was no going back now. It was his the responsibility to bring some sense into the new «Superman» for once and for all. His the responsibility to attend a traumatized child. The chance to pay him back for the bliss the young superpowered child had gifted him not so long ago.

"It is over, Jonathan. You can be a child again. It's okay, I promise. You don't need to survive now. Not as long as I'm here."

#Jon Kent #Jonathan Kent #Damian Wayne #DamiJon #maybe #or not #JonDami #Jonathan Samuel Kent #Earth 3 aftermath #aged up Jon #Damian Wayne is a good friend #or boyfriend #it's up to you #Also #Jon has purple eyes #because I say so

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mmkin · 3 months

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The lessons have been concluded...

I can't believe it happened, but the final chapter of my Tahnorra story, Lessons, has finally been updated! It's been a long time in the making, but I am pleased as punch to finish this story and give Tahno and Korra their sassy, happy ending. The final chapter can be found here on my AO3.

Content warning - definitely 18+/NSFW but all consensual, no trigger/content warnings.

Chapter mirrored under the pics and cut.

Chapter 5 – Love Lessons

This chapter is set after Korra has had her full Bending ability restored.

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Tahno trudged home after a long day of delivering messages. He had a better appreciation for the working man now, working all these shifts for minimum wage. It had felt weird moving back home, especially since his teenagehood had been tumultuous, and he fought with his parents quite when he was younger, but now he got along better with them. His parents had bought a small house a few years ago, and he sat in a wicker chair in the modest front yard, taking a breath of fresh air.

His mother came out, giving him some tea. He had to admit, it was nice having her fuss over him. He had been so used to being independent and supporting himself. He didn't want to be a mooch, but he had to admit, it was nice being 'mommied' again. He sipped his tea, thinking of Korra. It’d been months, but the memory of her had not faded. Nor did he think they would ever. He’d taken – and been taken by – the Avatar, and though he was older and more experienced than her, she’d taught him quite a few things in and out of the bedroom.

If Korra knew what Tahno was thinking about, she probably would have smiled. It was good to be back in Republic City. She was glad that she had finally started to understand how to access her past lives for help. If the spirit of Avatar Aang could restore her Bending and give her the knowledge to restore other people's Bending, she wondered how truly powerful the Avatar Spirit was. Anyway, she wanted to try to help restore the Bending to the people who lost theirs to Amon. It wasn't right for innocent people to have a part of them taken away. It would be a long time before the city was in balance again, but she wanted to try.

Korra remembered the promise that she told Tahno that if she ever figured out how to restore someone's Bending, she would let him know. "Naga, help me find Tahno," she instructed her polar beardog. Naga led Korra further inland, into an area that looked to be modest and middle-class, with houses lining much of the streets, dotted by an occasional grocer or other shop. A few Cabbage Cars and lower-end Satomobiles were parked on the sides of the road.

Tahno looked up as he heard someone's surprised yelp from a few doors down, and looked over the low wall that surrounded his parent's yard, eyes widening as he saw a familiar creature. "Korra!" he called out, waving. She smiled at him and waved back and led the beast over to him before she climbed off Naga.

"Naga, don't eat those." Korra scolded her dog as she sniffed some of the shrubs. He came through the gate and hugged her in a friendly way. "I'm really glad to see you again, Korra," he said warmly.

"It's good to see you too. I have good news. Would it be alright if I sit with you and talk?"

Tahno blinked. Did she mean… His heart started beating quite fast.

"Of course. Naga can come too, but there is not that much room in the yard, she will need to be careful." he cautioned as he led her within the walls. His mother, seeing he had a guest, brought some tea for Korra, He led her to the other wicker chair, sitting across from her. He looked different now, a little more worn but also with an appealing sense of maturity that replaced his cocky swagger. He was still in his delivery uniform.

“That time in the South Pole was what I needed. I finally connected with my past lives and Avatar Aang's spirit restored my Bending and gave me the knowledge to help restore other people's bending." she smiled. "Lin Bei Fong was the first person I tried this technique on and it worked! She can Barthbend again! You’re the first person that came to mind after I healed her."

He was silent for a moment, processing the fierce churn of emotions within him. He would get his Bending back! Yes! Finally! He tried to not seem too excited, and he took a deep breath, trying to be cool. "That is wonderful news, Korra. I'm really glad you got it back, and good for Lin, too."

"Well, would you like me to give you your Bending back?"

"I think you know the answer to that, don't you?"

She grinned and stood up. "Well, you're going to have to kneel for me," she smirked. "Oh, uh, don't be frightened when my eyes start to glow. I need my past lives to help me when I Energybend."

He nodded and got to his knees, it felt a bit weird since he had been in the same position when he was de-bended. He felt her thumb against his forehead, and her hand on his chest. He took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and summoned the help of her past lives to Energybend.

Somewhere deep within, he wasn't sure if it was his head or chest or elsewhere, but it felt like Korra had opened the block that Amon imposed on him, and he closed his eyes as he felt the tension release itself, like a dam that had been broken. The chi flowed through his body like water racing into dry channels, and he let out a short, shuddering moan, one that was almost of pleasure and relief.

His eyelids fluttered open, and he stared into bright blue eyes. Her thumb slid from his forehead so that she could cup the side of his face with that hand as she gave him a gentle smile. "Come on. Try to Waterbend."

Tahno looked around before he saw the teacups and flicked his wrist, The water in them rippled. He moved his fingers, and the water snaked out. Gods! It felt incredible! He flexed his fingers, causing the water to spin and writhe around them in a ribbon.

The water gently plopped back into the cups before he pulled her in for a bear hug. She buried her face against his shoulder, and they stood like this for several moments.

"It feels incredible to Waterbend again,” he sighed happily, knowing he was stating the obvious but it had to be said nonetheless.

“Oh, I know the feeling.” His body felt strong and warm, and she leaned into it.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she admitted quietly before she looked back up at him. His hair was combed, hanging at the side of his face, a little longer than before. ”Hey, now that you have your Bending back, you can make your hair look fabulous again." she teased. “Pretty boy.”

"Ahh, I also missed you calling me that."

"And I missed hearing you call me, Uh-vatar."

"Uh-vatar." he said in a playful singsong tone.

"So what have you been up to these past months?" she asked as she took her seat again on the wicker chair.

"Well, I took a job as a deliveryman," he said, motioning to his uniform. "It doesn't pay as well as Pro-Bending, of course, but I've learned a thing or two about having a real job."

“Do you think you’ll return to Pro-Bending?”

He shrugged. "I'm not sure." Moving back in with his parents and taking a regular job was essentially starting a new life. Now that he had his Bending back… he knew one thing was for certain. He could not repeat the things he'd done in the past. Sure, he'd been young and stupid, but he'd still made conscious choices, and some of them had been pretty bad. It'd also been nice not dealing with the pressure of dealing with the public and paparazzi. In a way, coming here had been something of a detoxification process. Just because he had his Bending back didn't mean he needed to let toxic people back into his life.

Not that he hadn’t been a toxic person himself at times…

"I don't know. Maybe I could become a healer like my mother. It's a decent-paying job and I'll be able to help people. I’m not entirely sure I want to return to Pro-Bending," he admitted.

She nodded thoughtfully. “I guess that’s because of…” she trailed off, but both of them knew what she was talking about.

“If I do go back… and that’s a huge if, things are going to be different. I'm a little ashamed of the person I became."

“Just a little?” Korra asked dryly. He regarded her with a sheepish expression.

“I’m older and wiser, Korra.”

“Pfft. You’re not that old.”

"Gee, thanks." he grinned at her as he lightly touched her cheek.

"Hey, I'll still be around Republic City for a while. I got Avatar work to do, so maybe we can hang out more."

"I really would love that. I remember the day we spent at the beach.”

She smiled warmly at that. “Glad to see I’m not the only one who remembers that fondly.” They rose from their seats, and he gently kissed her forehead. She hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, resting his chin on her head.

“I’ll see you around, then?” she asked as she pulled back.

"Of course. You know where I live, you can come bother me any time." he teased.

“See you later, pretty boy,” Korra said before she mounted Naga, and Tahno stood at the gate, watching them make their way down the road.

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Tahno had been seeing Korra regularly, sometimes she came over to his parent's house, other times he took her out for dinner or walks, sometimes he took her out in his Satomobile, other times she would return the favor and take him around on Naga. Since he got his Bending back and wanted to make use of it, he was now shadowing an acquaintance of his mother's as an apprentice healer.

Korra rode on Naga to Tahno's place, wanting to spend the afternoon with him. She'd spent the morning at the Police Headquarters helping to restore the people's Bending. After a few, it was tiring. She knew it would take a while before she could undo all the damage the Amon had done to his victims. It was nice to get away from her Avatar duties and hang out with Tahno.

The man in question was meditating in the yard, and this time there were no shouts of alarm or surprise. So he did not become aware of his friend’s presence until Naga came along the wall that enclosed the yard, their shadow coming across his face and cutting off the sunlight that shone through his eyelids. He opened his eyes and grinned before he rose to his feet.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?" he asked with a grin before he rubbed Naga under her chin.

"Stopping by to spend time with you. How's your apprenticeship going?”

"Pretty good, actually," he said, talking a bit about his day and what he had learned. "I'm learning so much about Waterbending. It's opened my eyes," he admitted.

"I can imagine. I felt the same way when Master Katara started teaching me about using Waterbending to heal."

"So.,.. what did you want to do tonight?”

"How about we head to the beach? Maybe a moonlit swim?"

"Sounds like fun. Let me change into something more appropriate." And get something else, he thought as he went into the house. He came back out, looking a bit nicer, his hair was also in the waterfall that she knew and was fond of. he grinned up at her and let her help him onto Naga. Holding onto her, loving the feel of her body against his.

"You seem to be in a really good mood today," Korra commented as Naga ambled down the road.

"Oh, I am," he said as he rested his head against her shoulder. The beach greeted them with a pleasant vista, the afternoon sun hanging over the horizon as they slid off Naga and started taking off their boots and socks. He dug his toes into the sand as he listened to the waves crashing against the rocks and sand. Not only that but with his Bending restored, he could feel the water that surrounded him. It was much like a mother's embrace, encompassing and comforting.

The trio ambled down the beach, Naga occasionally darting forward to sniff at something or play in the water. He felt her hand seek out his own, and offered it, feeling her fingers intertwine with his. Pausing in his steps, he turned toward her.

"How do you feel about me?" he asked as he looked down at her. She blushed and blinked, regarding him with a smile.

"I enjoy spending time with you. I've seen you change as a person, and I'd say you're probably my closest friend."

"Really? I'm your friend?" he paused. "Is that all? I mean, I'm just curious, since we've been more than friends…"

She was thoughtful as she stared out at the waves for several moments. "I am fond of you," she finally said.

"What would you say if I said I cared for you? I mean, deeply?"

She turned back to him. “I care about you, too.” She squeezed his hand.

“Am I someone you would consider spending your life with?”

Her eyes widened as she absorbed the implications of what he was saying. Their relationship thus far had been made up of different things. In the beginning, there had been animosity, yes. Then there was the flirting and teasing, the playful challenges and snarking, and then… there had been genuine care and affection. And respect.

And now, they had moved beyond all that, though neither of them gave a name to that new level, at least not yet.

“Well… with you… that's something that is… worth considering," Korra finally said. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a necklace.

"I made this for you," he said gently. "I would be honored if you allowed me to court you."

Korra was speechless as Tahno handed her the necklace. She looked at the image he had carved on it and saw that it was an abstract design of a seashell engraved on a blue stone, she was reminded of the necklace that she had seen Master Katara wear. She was silent for a moment before she stepped forward to hug Tahno and whisper, "Yes."

He nuzzled her and hugged her fiercely, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I’m glad you liked the design. I almost went crazy trying to figure out what to do for the design, I wanted it to have a special meaning for both of us."

The idea had come to him when he recalled that day they spent on the beach. There’d been no sex, yet it had been an incredible day with her, and it was what helped him realize that his attraction for her went beyond a carnal level.

“It fits,” she said as she felt the design under her fingertips. He let her study the pendant before placing the necklace around her shapely neck.

"You look beautiful." he breathed as he touched her cheek. "But then, you always do."

She pulled him in for a kiss, sucking on his lower lip. He stroked her hair, feeling like the happiest man in the world.

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It had been about a week since Tahno’s proposal. They had decided to take an afternoon off to have a picnic at the beach and enjoy time together. Korra strolled up the street on Naga to Tahno’s house, eyes sparkling as Tahno’s mother greeted her before retreating inside to give the young couple some privacy.

"Well, there's my beautiful, gorgeous, sexy fiancee," Tahno said with a grin as he drew her into his arms.

"Aren't you looking handsome and fabulous today? Ready for a fantastic day at the beach?"

He flipped his waterfall. "Baby, I've been ready for it all week." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, giving her a playful leer. She chuckled at that before he went inside to get the basket he'd packed and a blanket. She secured them to Naga before the two of them climbed on her. It was almost funny to think that he was now riding Naga regularly after their unpleasant first meeting.

“How’s work going?”

"Pretty well. I'm older than most of the other apprentices, but since I was a Pro-Bender, that has helped me advance quickly in some ways." They chatted a bit more about their work before arriving at their beach.

“Well, here we are. At our spot,” he whispered warmly into her ear. She chuckled at that.

“Yes, our spot.” She looked up at him fondly before they slid off Naga, spreading out the blanket and sitting down for their picnic after taking off their shoes so they could curl their toes in the sand. He opened the basket and took out several goodies that he’d helped his mother make, including gyoza, rice balls, and vegetable wraps.

“I also brought along marshmallows we could roast. And chocolate to dip the fruit in. If you’re willing to Firebend, that is,” he said as he brought out a container of fruit and a bag of the puffy confectionery as well as a ceramic container filled with pieces of solid chocolate.

“Ooh! Yes, I can make us a fire in a bit.”

"You already make me hot in my pants." Tahno teased as he took a bite of his gyoza.

"I'd be disappointed if I didn't," she smirked before she munched on her wrap. He took out a rice ball, munching on it as he stared out at the vista. The sky was starting to take on colors at its fringes, indicating that afternoon was turning to evening.

“I’m just about ready for my treat,” Korra said before she lifted the clay pot, applying a judicious amount of Firebending to melt the chocolate. To ensure it was melted through and through, she stuck her pinky finger in it, stirring before lifting the digit to her lips. Her tongue darted out, and she eyed him as she slowly licked her finger. He felt a familiar surge of heat that had nothing to do with Firebending…

"Now I'm imagining drizzling that chocolate along your naked body and licking it off.…"

"Mmm, I bet your cock would taste wonderful with chocolate smeared onto it."

"I do believe it would." he grinned as he dipped a strawberry before eating it. Korra took a strawberry, making a show of licking the strawberry clean of the chocolate before taking a bite.

"Mmmm... perhaps you would like to remind me more of your licking skills later..." he said with a smirk, eating another strawberry.

“Maaaaaaybe…” came her drawl as she dipped another strawberry.

"Since we're teasing one another and talking about sex... why don't we do it here?"

Her eyebrows raised in interest. "Sex on the beach? That's rather bold."

"We're alone, Naga is keeping guard, and we're both skilled Waterbenders, and you're the Avatar. Don't tell me you're afraid of a bit of sex on the beach." he grinned.

"I'm not afraid," she pouted. "This place has a special meaning for us. Sure, I'm up for some hot sex on the beach with my hot fiance," she smirked. "So..., we gonna get naked?"

He pulled off his jacket and shirt before wiggling his way out of his pants, wearing nothing but black undershorts while she did similarly, sitting back down on the blanket in her panties.

“You look good shirtless,” she said as she ogled him, making no secret of it. He grinned and puffed out his chest, flexing his arms and posing for her. Unable to resist this stroking to his ego – other parts of him would get plenty of stroking soon enough – he swayed his hips, doing a bit of a dance for her. The sunlight shone on his pale skin, casting it a rich gold in the waning light. With the waves crashing behind him, it made for a stunning show.

He smirked at her as he slid off his underwear, now dancing naked, completely au naturel on the beach, looking like a god that had just emerged from the sea. Her eyes widened, and she welcomed the hot stab of arousal that passed through her core.

He approached her and crawled onto the blanket towards her with a seductive purr, tugging at her breastwrap with his teeth. She giggled and batted at him lightly a couple of times, but allowed him to divest her of the garment as he growled at her playfully. Her hands reached up to massage her breasts for him, and he closed in to suck the left nipple, nuzzling the warm mound of flesh.

She leaned back on the blanket, letting out a sigh of contentment as she watched him attend to her breasts with his hands and mouth before he moved down to her underwear. Lifting her hips, she watched as he divested her of the last of her clothing, tossing it aside to the side.

"You look good enough to eat," he said with a purr. "Almost as good as a strawberry..." he joked. She rolled her eyes, but she had to admit his teasing could be amusing sometimes… and he let her tease him back. When she felt his hands on her thighs, she whispered his name, pulling her knees apart. He wasted no time in pleasuring her, and she had to muffle her cries. The last thing she needed was someone walking in on them!

She lay there in a haze of pleasure as Tahno sat back on his knees, unsurprisingly erect as he looked down at her. She looked at his turgid flesh for several moments before an idea came to her, and she grabbed the chocolate. Dipping two fingers after reheating the chocolate, she dripped the warm treat along the top side of his cock.

“Fuck, Korra…” he breathed, watching her tongue slather up and down him, licking the chocolate off his stiff flesh, his cock twitching happily under the ministrations. "Does the good girl want a lolly?' he could not help but tease as he sat back. Fuck, it felt so good, and he watched as she savored her treat as he felt her hand massage his balls. She was rewarded with a new treat when he had his orgasm, but she continued licking him, ensuring that all traces of chocolate and semen were gone. Which did a pretty damn good job in ensuring that he remained hard.

She sat back, and he was certain she would ask if she could ride him. His cock ached for it, and he wiggled his hips, making the hard flesh bounce. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Mmm, I'd love to take your sweet, sweet ass again," she smirked at him. He gave out a mild groan of dismay at that.

"You want my ass? Not my cock?" he chided lightly.

"I do want your cock, but you did enjoy that one night when I played with your ass."

"I admit nothing," he said with a mock huff, crossing his arms.

"Your ass is mine, pretty boy!”

"All of you is mine." he shot back, flipping his waterfall.

"Mmmm, I guess it is." She smiled, stroking the stone of her necklace.

"You look hot wearing nothing but that. Well, hotter than usual." he grinned. "Come here, baby." He held out his arms to her. She wiggled close and snuggled against him as he kissed her forehead. Her fingers trailed along his chest.

"So, you gonna let me claim your ass again?" she smirked.

"Why should I?" he mock challenged.

"Because I'm the Avatar and I said so." she teased.

"Oh, don't tell me you're going to be lording that over me through our relationship," he mock grumbled.

"You're just gonna have to deal with it." she grinned. To that, he could only blow a raspberry.

"Mmm, hey, we haven't tried bondage in any of our sex play. If you let me ride your ass, you can restrain me and tease me,” she offered. His lips spread into a lecherous smirk as he imagined the possibilities.

"Now, that's more like it," he said.

"So we have a deal then? See, I can compromise."

"Isn't that what marriage is about?" he replied in his usual smart-ass way. Yes, he stopped being a jerk, but he was not going to stop being Tahno. Korra lightly punched him in the arm before blowing a raspberry.

“Come on now, show me that gorgeous ass of yours,” she commanded as she Bended some water, manipulating it in the shape of a cock and anchoring it to herself via its other end, effectively making a double-ended dildo.

She preceded to attach the water strap-on to herself so that she was sporting her own cock. Looking over his shoulder with a sultry gaze, he assumed the position, rolling over onto his knees and swaying his hips, wiggling his butt at her. She came up behind him, giving his cheeks a firm squeeze and a light spank.

He gasped quietly and nibbled his lower lip, his cock aching. Noting his reaction, she spanked him several times, his skin taking on a pale rose hue as he writhed, wiggling at her. Korra tapped his puckered opening with the tip of her water-cock. She heard him take a deep breath, but he did not pull away. She reached down to rub his back as she pushed her hips forward.

“...Ohhh…" Tahno let out a moaning exhale as she slid in all the way, fingers digging into the blanket as he clenched around the intruder. And then, as he relaxed, there was only enjoyment. He lowered his shoulder, resting his head on his arms as he felt the head of Korra's 'cock' rub against his prostate as she pushed in and out, causing precum to drip from his cock.

“Yes,” Korra said in encouragement and approval before using her Bending to make the water vibrate within both of them. He jerked and gave out a small mewl of surprise before he arched his back in delight.

"Oh, spirits." he moaned, his penis aching even more than it was, straining against the air as it sought some relief for itself, twitching, some precum beaded at the tip. She increased her pace, panting as she worked herself to her climax, the vibrations and thrusting bringing him near his own, but he was unable to go over the edge, however close he hovered near the brink.

Finally, she pulled out, and Tahno looked over his shoulder with a shaky smile on his face. He couldn't believe how fucking hard he was. She discarded the water by Bending it to a distant spot before rubbing his ass. Her hands slid over the smooth curves of his rear end.

“Now, wasn’t that fun?” she cooed, pressing her breasts against his back as she leaned over.

"Yes," he admitted with a smirk. "And I know you enjoy being on top, in more ways than one."

"A deal is a deal though. Now it's your turn to be on top and tease me." she smiled sweetly.

"Then lie down like a good woman,” he said in a mock commanding tone. She rolled onto her back and propped herself on her elbows.

"Spread wide." he purred. As she did so, he summoned water to bind her hands and ankles, turning them to ice, and leaving her spread open. Before he touched her pussy though, he formed an ice-cube and touched it to her right nipple, seeing her gasp.

“Hey, that’s cold!” she whined.

"So it is," he said casually, teasing her with it for a bit before moving to her other nipple. She hissed at him as he continued to tease her nipples. She could very well Waterbend out of her bindings, or melt them if the cold became too much. But she was being a good girl, and remaining where he put her.

"Perhaps I should touch this to your clit..." he whispered.

“Oooooo! No!” Korra said with a horrified gasp.

"Don't worry, I'm not that cruel..." He traced the ice cube around her navel but did not go any further south. She watched him with hooded eyes, wondering what he would do next. He slid the melting ice along her body until it was almost gone before he climbed on top of her, gently tickling her armpits and sides, she was bound and in no position to resist. She let out a giggle at that, squirming against him.

"I love the sound of your laughter," he said as he poked her sides before placing a kiss on her cheek. He'd waited long enough, and his aching flesh was so red at the tip it was almost purple. With a wave of his hand, her binds were loosened, and he climbed on top of her, sliding the tip of his cock along her slit before pressing forward just a bit. She moaned and arched, and he pulled his hips back. He teased her some more, however, playfully nudging her quivering slit with his cock before pulling back a bit, and then poking her again, pulling back when it seemed like he would push in.

"Quit stalling and get inside of me already!" she pouted.

"What's the magic word?" he teased.

She growled at him. "Now." She paused for a bit before saying quietly, "Please."

He kissed her on the lips before burying himself within her in one single thrust. She let out a loud groan as she registered the feeling of his length buried in her throbbing cunt.

"This is what you've been waiting for, Korra?" he asked with a knowing smirk. She nodded eagerly, showing no hesitation.

"Ffff... yes.... that's it, you know what I love..." He continued to thrust slowly so he could enjoy the clenching. She grinned at him before she clenched around him firmly, not wanting to let him go. It was not long before he picked up the pace, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You make me feel so good,” Korra purred as she stroked his face with one hand.

"That's my job. But it's a job I enjoy," he replied, leaning down to kiss her. She kissed him back, sucking on his lips and playing with his tongue while his hand traveled down to her clit, now playing with it as he continued thrusting inside of her.

"Keep doing that, I'm so close." she groaned. He nodded and did just as she asked, before giving out a pleased cry as he came. It took several more thrusts from his cock and fingers before Korra achieved her climax, and he moved in a languorous but steady pace, drawing out the pleasure for both of them. When he started to soften, he slid out and plopped down at her side.

Korra sighed in contentment and snuggled up to Tahno, wrapping her arm around his middle. After some time basking in their companionship, he spoke. "All that fucking has gotten me hungry."

"Yeah, I'm a little hungry too. Say, you wanna roast these marshmallows? That would be a great post-sex snack." she grinned.

"Some sugar after the sugar I got from you? Sounds good!" They collected their clothing, insulating themselves against the cooling of the evening. She pulled out some provisions for Naga and a large leather canteen of fresh water, Bending some sand and rock into a temporary bowl so Naga could eat.

The Avatar lit fire to several pieces of suitably dried driftwood while Tahno relaxed on the blanket, watching her.

"Such a hard worker, you'll be a good wife." he teased. She snorted at that and rolled her eyes.

"Being a Firebender has its perks. I can easily keep myself warm and keep a fire going."

"I'll be expecting you to keep me warm, of course, it will be part of your wifely duties."

She gave him a feigned glare, and he grinned. “Hey, if you can lord your Avatarhood over me, then I can lord my manhood over you,” he said before he flipped his waterfall and taking on a lordly expression. Nonetheless, he got up and found several more pieces of wood on the other side of the beach, and between the two of them, they had a steady fire going. He took two sticks and cleaned the tips before placing marshmallows on them.

They both liked theirs with a bit of a crisp on the outside and giggled as they carefully let the outer layer burn a little before pulling the treats away from the fire.

“Mmm, this is so good,” Korra moaned as she locked a bit of melted marshmallow from her finger.

"That's why I brought it along," he said with a grin. "Although you make a tasty snack, too…"

She gave him a playful growl before roasting a fresh marshmallow, and they talked and joked, sometimes feeding the other person their marshmallow. As the fire died down, they laid back, watching the sun go below the water. They knew they should be going soon, but he didn’t want to get up, not when he was high on sugar and sex, with the Avatar loosely spooned up to him.

"And to think none of this would have happened if I hadn't offered you these private lessons…"

"Ffff. I remember you wouldn't leave me alone, no matter how much I taunted you back."

"Admit it, you enjoyed our banter."

"I enjoyed watching you reel back and squeal in fear when I called for Naga to roar at you when we first met." she pointed out.

"Not as loudly as you squealed when I ate you out for the first time." he shot back.

"I hope we have many more relaxing and fun days like today has been in our future together." she yawned. He nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as he licked the last of a marshmallow from his thumb. He looked down at her with a fond smile.

"I love you."

She snuggled contentedly against his shoulder. "I love you too."

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HaefacielSmilingTitan - Back when The Legend of Korra first aired, I was a Makorra fan. That changed with Tahno’s infamous “private lessons” double entendre. I wasn’t alone in thinking that Tahno and Korra would be a fun and sexy couple. The LoK community certainly delivered producing delightful fanart of Tahnorra. “Lessons” was started a long time ago and I’m so happy that this epic is finally completed and available for fans to enjoy.

StyrawberryCatBeans – So, me and Haefaciel worked out this story way back when Korra was still airing, and recently we got to talking about Avatar and One Piece (which is my current main fandom, lol) Due to various stresses in real life I had not gotten much writing done in the last few years, and the writer's block was terrible. However, late last year, I had an event that shook things up and some of that shakeup was good. I have gotten more writing done in the last few months than I have in the last couple of years, and it's amazing. I finished this story and also posted a story I also co-authored with Haefaciel, called 'Spoken Truth' which is about Ming-Hua and Ghazan. (oh yeah baby)

Even with Korrasami being canon, we both still ship Tahnorra, and we had chatted about how it’d be great if Korra was with Tahno and Asami. Who says she has to choose, Asami’s also smart and sexy and has a gorgeous waterfall in her hairstyle, so when Korra’s tired from sexing Asami and Tahno, she can watch them have gorgeous waterfall smex.

Yeah, we got a little corny and cheesy there, but what's the point of having a friend if you can't share these corny and cheesy moments? So if you enjoyed this story, please come and check out my other works. Have a great day and let's hope 2024 is better than the last few years! Lord knows we need a (looooooong) break from all this fuckery.

#tahno #korra #fanfiction #writing #villain gets the girl #avatar the legend of korra #tahnorra

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ewitsrin · 3 months

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hazbin oc redesign! i made her a long time ago and figured she deserved an update since the show finally came out. I don't support vivziepop at all for the record but hazbin has a weirdly special place in my heart for being something i was suuuper fixated on throughout my early teenagehood.

horrific old design under the cut

womp womp.sfx

#rinnies ocs #art #digital art #doodle #artist #oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin oc #furry oc #furry #demon oc #fursona #furry art

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Given the overwhelmingly positive comments on Linnea Berthelsen’s instagram, (they all want her back) there may be a tiny sliver of hope Kali may make a return.

That said, I really hope that it’s not some Avengers Endgame -type last minute reveal with her only serving to team up with the good guys against the big bad, and that we’ll actually see her involved in the emotional arcs and character development in the upcoming season.

With what we’ve theorized regarding a Mike/El breakup, I think it’s safe to assume we’re set to see El embark on some kind of emancipation and self-rediscovery journey, aside from saving the world, of course. I would love for her to reconnect with her long lost sister. Perhaps Kali could teach El more about the world and overcoming teenagehood. And in return, El could help Kali take a next step in healing from their shared trauma. Perhaps Kali could provide additional help in trying to recover Max. The Duffers have loved introducing new characters each season, and since they’ve promised they wouldn’t this time, this would be a great cop-out.

The possibilities are endless, and I hope the Duffers don’t completely abandon the idea just because there was one a bit poorly performing episode years ago.

#stranger things #kali prasad #el hopper #max mayfield #eleven #jane hopper #season 5 theories #will byers #mike wheeler #byler

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kinfromtheaether · 5 months

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Questions and Answers

Hello again my Skyward souls.

As I am a new blog, I thought I would tell a little about myself and the kind of Otherkin I am, my history with the term as well as its community. I wil try to be brief as I am prone to overexplaining and off track rambling, in which case I apologise and request that you keep on reading regardless as I shall get to the point eventually. Without further ado, let us begin:

Q. Who are you?

A. As I mentioned previously you may address me as Aerheart or Aer for short. I will not reveal my true name or location for my own safety and wellbeing, so kindly do not ask for the specifics. I will, however, say that I am very much an adult, so if that bothers you I urge you to block and move on as I have zero tolerance for uncalled hostility.

Q. How did you learn about Otherkin?

A. Three years ago I saw a fellow fandom member answer the question "What is kin?" with "A character you heavily relate to!". I was very sceptical of this definition, having learned to take everything on the internet, especially fandom terminology, with a grain of salt. So I did what any capable internet dweller should do and looked things up. And that is where I learned of Otherkin and how important and REAL it is to many. And I could not help but think how cool I thought every one of these people were.

Q. How did you learn YOU were Otherkin?

A. The more I read about Otherkin as hours of searching turned into days, the more I saw myself reflected in these strange, misunderstood people. I began to question myself and my experiences, finding more and more evidence that pointed to me being one of them. My childhood, teenagehood, my thoughts and feelings all throughout my life... all of it lined up like the stars and planets above until they aligned in a perfect line. And thus, I awoke. And thus, I began searching for my home(s).

Q. What are your kins?

A. I am Polykin, meaning I have multiple kin types. Although I have confirmed some, I remain ever the explorer and constantly question myself and my feelings thoroughly, ever hesitant to truly confirm any new kintype. Nevertheless, my kintypes are currently (Fictionkins censored for my own comfort):

Angelkin

Lyr4 (P0k3m0n SS)

T4vr0s N1tr4m (H0m3stuck)

The kintypes I am considering:

Geraldine "Deena" Redwood (OCkin, T00n)

Bird Therian (I am uncertain which specifically, although I do have a strong lead)

P3r1d0t (SU)

S1lv3rm1st (D1sn3y F41r13s)

R3td3x (N0 Str41ght R04ds)

M4k1e S4s4k1 (N3g1m4!)

L0r3l41 Blynd3ff (3p1th3t 3r4s3d)

All of these are subject to change at any time. Identity is fluid and everchanging. I am no excempt of that.

Q. What KIND of Otherkin are you (Spiritual or Psychological?)

A. I personally see MY Kintypes being Psychological in nature, although I do genuinely believe in the multiverse existing in some form.

That said, I will never discredit anyone with spiritual explanations for their experiences as I see reality as vast and unexplainable, holding immense potential and wonder where anything can be possible, especially things that cannot be explained with "reason" and "logic". Call it the Agnostic in me, but as long as whatever force(s) governing this realm come out of their place of dwelling and tell us, without a shred of room for interpretation, how things work, every belief you may have is equally as right or wrong.

Except the beliefs that bring harm to other people, especially minorities. I will not apologise for saying this to you, but... you f***ing suck.

Q. Can I ask a question relating to Otherkin terminology/other such information?

A. You may, but bear in mind I am still a fledling in this regard as well and while I will do my best to answer such questions, I am not the representative of all things Otherkin. For more accurate information, I suggest you ask others in the Otherkin community for their input and come to your own conclusions. After all, no one can know who you truly are other than yourself.

Q. "Otherkin is delusional/you're mentally ill/other harmful comment"

A. I will not converse with anyone who comes into my inbox with hatred and an unwillingness to accept the diversity of "humankind" in their soul. You will be blocked on sight. Goodbye.

That concludes my basic QnA. If you have any other questions my inbox is open for any curious wandering soul. If your question is suitable enough, I will add the answer here for future reference with the inquirer's permission.

Have a good rest of your day. Till next time.

#my post #otherkin #fictionkin #angelkin #therian #ockin #otherhearted

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fullmoondagger · 2 years

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Keep seeing this warning abt gc2b post and i have reblogged it a few times but like genuinely i would like to see some actual evidence of what is being claimed. Ive always been buying from them and the only quality issue I really had was one single binder having a messed up seam in the back I simply snapped free which I shouldnt have to do but the binder still worked, and this was YEARS AGO. I recently placed a new order because being on T made me go from an S to a L, and as I took my measurements I simply asked customer service to help me out bc I didnt know if I should go for an L or an XL as I was between the two sizes, mentionning I had a small chest and had been on T for a while to provide more info. My binders came in and none of them had any defects, and all fit perfectly. I can wear them all day long and I have no issues or pains after the fact, despite having a fucky rib from teenagehood amazon binder experiments and back problems on their way out. I don't bind every day, because its not the healthiest thing to do anyways, and i really never had any issues with my binder that fit me and have no defects. If anything my binders from 2016 were of poorer quality. I don't know if there's a difference between gc2b UK and US, but yeah . Anyways if anyone has diff opinions and experiences abt their binders id love to hear them cause I do understand that there must be a reason people are freaking out abt gc2b but like yknow. 🤨

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Shitty Day || Baby On Board OS

*Author's note : English is not my first language. This OS belongs to my Baby On Board Univers.

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Pairing : none (for now...)

Warning : I almost cried writing this one. Is this warning enough ? Terrorist attack, injuries, burn injuries, angst, major charater death BUT happy ending

It was really a shitty day. Lexy Seresin was used to hard days, it was usual as a doctor at the San Diego Hospital Emergency. There were days harder than others. Like Halloween and its competition of pumpkin sculpture with chainsaw or winter and its flu epidemic. But today was really a shitty day.

It's been weeks that San Diego and more precisely Fightertown was under pressure. Everywhere in the country, there were terrorist attacks against Navy's famous places. With Fightertown and Top Gun on their sector, the hospital's staff knew that one day it’s gonna be their turn to handle this kind of crisis.

So when the Chief of Emergency Medicine brought together all the team for a special meeting and asked them to stay calm, they knew that the day had come.

Then he said the words : "There has been an explosion at Top Gun. The first injured are already coming. We are going to have a lot of injuries to handle today. It's gonna be an Hard Day. I know that some of you got friends and family at Top Gun." His glance fell on Lexy "But I know that you're all great professionals, and that you can handle that."

Everybody went to their tasks, making sure they had all the stuff they needed. Aaron - a former military doctor - and Rose - a newcomer but who already did her prove herself - took the helicopter to organize first-aid on site.

Lexy was already giving her order when the chief called her : “Steel !”.

It was the idea of Aaron, who served in the past with her brother, to give her “a call sign”. Steel because of her self-control in any situation. Nerves of Steel. Finally the nickname became a second name for her, and almost all her coworkers were calling her Steel.

Lexy turned around to look at her superior. Mark was a former military doctor too, he was used to this kind of emergency, and he already knew that this day was gonna be a true nightmare for his staff. And he knew that it’s gonna be worse for the ones who were personally involved.

“We don’t have any news of your mother for now. Are you sure it’s gonna be okay for you ?” Before she could answer, he added “I need to know which one I can count on today. So if you think that the involvement of your mother can affect your act, I want you to be honest with me.” Lexy lifted her head, raised her chin and looked at Mark right in the eyes, and he already knew her answer. It was the look of a Seresin on a mission. He knew it because he served with the father years ago. The Seresin were good, very good.

The wounded arrived without stopping. There were pilots, instructors, soldats, officers, even some civilians that were working in the office. There was no time to think about anything and Steel was glad for this. Jocelyn, one of the older nurses, kept an eye on her, on the order of the Chief.

The older woman knew the family for a long time. She was a young pediatric nurse when JJ - Lexy's brother - arrived, at the age of 10 months old, after the overdose of his mother, waiting for his biological father-not-ready-to-be. She knows Lexy during her childhood (a fall in the Kindergarden due to a reckless move, which resulted in a broken arm), during her teenagehood (supporting her baby brother who got a very bad flu) and now since she arrived as an intern at the Emergency before becoming an attending physician.

"Don't look at me like that, Joy. I can handle this." Lexy sight as she caught the nurse watching over her for eleventh time, as they prepared the room for another patient. A little calm between two storms. Joy answered with an innocent smile. "I know you can, Sweetheart. Did you hear someone say otherwise ?" Steel did her famous (and genetic) smirk, but before she could say anything, they both were called at the arrival of an ambulance.

This one was bad, very bad. A man with all his body burned. The burns were so bad that the poor man was unrecognizable. As soon as Lexy and Joy guided the paramedic to the emergency room, listening to their transmissions, the man agitated and moaned, unable to speak. Lexy looked at him and tried to be the most comforting. “It’s gonna be okay, Sir, we're gonna take care of you.” But the man was more and more moving. Lexy thought it was the pain, so her first instruction for the nurse in the room was to give morphine to the poor man.

As soon as it was done, she came to examine him. Still looking at his injury, she commanded. “I want a name ! And the surgeons, where are the surge’ ?!” Joy came to search the Dog Tag. “They’re all busy, doctor, it’s absolutely crazy upstairs.”

Kelly, another nurse, joined Lexy in the room. “I heard you’ve got burn victims, want a hand ?” Lexy noded, glad to have some back up. At this moment, Joy found the Dog Tag and said the name of the poor man. And during a second, Lexy’s heart stopped. Kelly looked at her, asking what’s the problem.

Robert Floyd. That was the problem. Bob, the burn man was Bob. The Bob with whom she grew up, the Bob she has known since her birth. The father of one of her best friends. Lexy composed herself. She is Steel, she promised to her chief that she could handle this mess, so she is gonna handle this. “He was my mother’s WSO.” She said with a cold voice. She turned toward Bob, who she couldn’t recognize. That was why he was so agitated, he was trying to call her, to tell her. “It’s gonna be alright, Bob. You listen to me ? I’ve got you.”

It was a shitty day. That was the thought of Rose Monaghan when the helicopter finally bring her back at the hospital. The big hangar and Top Gun was transformed into a true battlefield. Firstly, she was glad to be with Aaron, who already knew this kind of mess. But quickly, when she saw his face as soon as they land, she knew that he was as much affect has she was.

Seeing a battlefield in a distant country was a thing, seeing a battlefield at home was another one.

But it was not this vision that made her heart hurt for now. As she return to the ER, she knew that she gonna see Lexy. The young doctor and her became friend very fast. And she invited her some times at the Hard Deck, introduce her friend. And among her friends, their were Mason Machado, a childhood friend of Lexy, and new instructor at Top Gun. The same Mason that Rose had to amputate of his two legs some hours before, on the floor of the Top Gun’s hangar, to save his life. She knows that she didn’t have the choice, that it was the only way to save his life. But she couldn’t help but feel guilty.

The ER was a little more calm. Most of the injured were cared for. She found Lexy sitting in an empty emergency room. She looked exhausted, just as Rose. The red-haired doctor sat next to the dark-haired. With fatigue, her Scottish accent stood out. “Joy told me. I'm sorry about your mother's friend.” Lexy looked at her. “The Chief told me. I know you made the best decision for Mason.” They took the time to breathe and Rose talked again. “Did you see your mother?” Lexy sight. “Not yet. I know she is fine, just a little head injury. She is waiting for a scan but it looks like it’s not a big deal. I saw my father arrive. He tries to handle this bullshit from here, to be with mom. I want to see them. But I know that if I’m with them I’ll have to tell them. Tell them that I couldn’t save Bob.”

Rose and Lexy sight in the same breath. Rose looked at Lexy. “Let’s go ?” Lexy nodded. “Let’s go.”

When they arrived at the reception desk, Rose avoided Tara’s eyes. The young medical secretary was Mason’s girlfriend. She got the face of someone who just passed through a nightmare but was still standing. Because what other choice do they have ?

Tara told Lexy that Bob’s wife and daughter were arrived, and they were in Natasha’s consulting room. The young doctor took a deep breath and went to the room.

Finally, Tara put a hand on Rose's shoulder, forcing her to look up. “You saved him, and it’s the only thing that matters. I don’t care if he’s got legs or not, or if I'll have to push a wheelchair until the end of my life. Mason is alive. We’ve got a luck that a lot of people didn’t have today, and this luck it’s you.” Rose did her best to not cry and smile at her coworker and friend. Even if Tara was sincere, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She will need time to pass through this feeling.

Lexy entered the room. Her parents immediately smiled at her, they knew that the day was hard for her, but they didn’t know how much. Marisol and Sofia Floyd, who were back at the door, turned around and smiled at her. They were genuinely happy to see her and Sofia approach her childhood friend. But Lexy couldn’t smile at her. Marisol was the first to talk, with her Brazilian accent. “Do you have some news about Robert ? Do you know where he is ?” Both of the women's eyes were full of hope.

Lexy took her professional ton, she needed it. Because in one minute she's gonna put their world upside down.

“I was the doctor in charge of him when he arrived. His wounds were bad… very bad. We did everything we could to save him, but it was too bad. I’m sorry but Bob died from his injuries.” As soon as she came to speak, Jake and Natasha looked at each other. They immediately knew how the sentence was going to end. But a part of them didn’t want to believe it. Bob ? Dead ? Impossible. Marisol and Sofia were both in shock and finally Marisol broke the silence.

“I want to see him, I want to see my husband.” Lexy sight, she was prepared for this request. “I don’t advise this. As I said his wounds were bad and… his face was hurt too. I don’t want you to have this last picture of him.” Sofia spoke for the first time. “What kind of wound ?” Lexy finally finds the courage to look at her friend but she didn't answer, so Sofia repeats. “What kind of wound did he's got ?” Lexy swallowed and whispered so quiet that it was hard to hear her. “Burn.”

Lexy heard her mother gasping and out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father took her mother in his arms. Finally both Marisol and Sofia realized what she said and Lexy couldn't do anything else but hug her friend when she burst to tears.

This day was really a shitty day. It was the beginning of the night when Lexy went on a storage room to stow some medical stuff. The ER was finally quiet, her mother was still in a room in observation but she was fine. Bradley and Line Bradshaw (Bradley’s daughter) took back Sofia and her mother home and stayed with them. Mason was in an intensive care unit, stable. The storm was behind them.

Lexy’s phone rang and she picked up, frowning as she saw an unknown number. “Doctor Seresin.” And then she heard the voice she needed to hear, she heard the only person who could calm her down right now.

“Hi Lessy.” As soon as she heard the little nickname her big brother was still calling her, Lexy finally cracked. Jake Seresin Jr hushed from the other side of the line, he did his best to comfort her through the phone. “Shh shh. Everything is fine, Lessy. You’re gonna be fine. I know you did your best. Do you listen to me, lil’ sis ? You did everything you could and you’re part of the best of the best. But sometimes it’s just not enough.”

Lexy sight and try to dry her tears. She looked like a child when she talked back, but she didn’t care. “I miss you, Jax. I want you to come back, please.” It was not often that her sister accepted to look so vulnerable. JJ wanted to take his jet and fly to her, to hug her and comfort her. He wanted to see his mother who he got on the phone a few minutes before, who he could hear the tears in her voice. He wanted to see his father who he could imagine overworking, having some call every minute. He wanted to be with Zach, being sure that his little brother wasn’t too anxious about the situation.

He wanted to be with his family and his friends who were living a true nightmare. But it was part of the deal of being a Navy pilot and he knew that. “I’m gonna be home as soon as I can, Lessy, I promise, ok ?” Lexy nodded with an affirmative noise.

She felt better after having heard her brother's voice, it was exactly what she needed. Finally JJ got the order to hang out, they said goodbye and Lexy went out of the storage, totally motivated again.

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three weeks later

Rose was at the reception desk in the middle of the ER, doing some transmission on the computer when she saw Tara arrive from a consultation room, a big smile on her face. She called Lexy on her professional phone, asking her to come into room 4, for an emergency. The other nurse and doctor who were around the desk giggled. Rose knew that some mischiefs were coming. “What’s goin on ?” She asked Tara, smiling.

Before she could answer, Lexy arrived, crossing the ER as fast as she could without running. As soon as she entered the room, they could hear a scream of joy. Everybody laughs.

Aaron arrived. “I guessed this sound means that Skydriver is back in town ?” He looked happy about the news. Rose looked again at Tara. “Skydriver ?” Tara answered with a smirk. “It’s the call sign of JJ, Steel’s brother. He’s back from deployment and wanted to surprise her, so I helped him a little, making wait in a consulting room and tell Steel that there was an emergency.”

Rose understood. Lexy was often talking about her family and especially about her big brother. The giggles didn’t stop and Rose got the feeling that she was missing something, she looked again at Tara with an interrogation face. Tara laughs at the confusion of the new doctor. “You never had seen him, have you ?” The red-haired doctor shook her head.

Kelly came next to her. “He is a fucking living god ! So handsome, beautiful eyes, the body of a fucking greek god, and his smile… Don’t talk about his smile.”

Rose laught at her coworker's speech and looked at the other. All the women in the room were blushing, putting a lock of hair behind their ear, trying to look as natural as possible but being not natural at all. Rose looked back at Aaron. “It's a joke, isn’t it ?” Aaron laughed. “No, it’s not, Scottish. It’s the effect of a Seresin !”

Lexy arrived in the room like a storm and put her hands on Rose's shoulders. “Rose ! Darling ! My brother is back from deployment. Do you mean if I take my break to take a coffee with him please ?” Rose smiled at the plea face of Lexy and the way she spoke so fast and she agreed. Lexy did her transmission to her fast, everything was calm, and went to the locker to change her shoes and take her purse.

Some seconds later, Rose was back and her computer trying to focus and the field she was reading. In the corner of her eyes, she saw someone in front of her just on the other side of the desk. She looks up and finds herself in front of one of the most beautiful men she has ever seen.

His golden hairs were perfectly styled, he was tall and looked broad under his khaki uniform and his eyes were as blue as the sky. During a short moment, she forgot how to breathe. “Can I help you, Sir ?” The men looked down at her and politely smiled. “Thank you, ma’am. I’m just waiting for my sister.” Her look feld on the badge on his chest and read the letter “SERESIN”. She wided and understood.

“You’re Lexy’s brother, JJ is that right ?” The men smiled at her wider. And Rose could tell that Kelly didn’t overreact about his smile. It was genuine and shiny. She stood up from her seat and reached out to him over the desk. “I’m Rose Monaghan, I arrived about two months ago.” JJ shook her hand. “The Scottish who’s coming from New York ? Lessy wrote to me about you in mails.” Rose smiled back at him, finding again her confidence. “And I guess it was only bad things.” JJ let her hand down and smirked. “Absolutely, insufferable, lazy, irresponsible and totally ugly.”

Rose laughed and wasn’t aware of the look of some of her coworkers behind her back. “Well, I’m not that surprised.” She said back with a wink. JJ genuinely laughed. “I don’t know about the rest, but I’m seriously thinking about bringing her to the ophthalmologist.” Rose couldn’t help but giggled as a teenager. And she was laughing at Kelly a few minutes ago.

“Why do I need an ophthalmologist ?” Asked Lexy, surprising everybody by her sudden entrance. “Just a little joke, we’re going ?” JJ evaded. The two Seresin went out of the hospital, speaking with complicity. Rose composed herself, unaware of the glance in her back.

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Few days later

Rose was in the restroom, enjoying a little break with tea. Suddenly someone entered. The doctor was surprised to see JJ Seresin. She hadn't seen him since his return. “Hello, Rose isn’t it ?” Rose nodded. “I was searching for my sister.”

Rose wanted to slap herself as she felt her heart beating faster. Was she a bloody teenager ? “You should look in the storage room, on your left.” JJ nodded and thanked her.

He was about to leave the room before changing his mind. He was hesitating. “Lessy told me you were the one who was in charge of Mason during Top Gun’s attack.” Rose nodded.

Even if everybody - including Mason himself - told her that she made the right decision and thanked her for saving his life, she still felt a little guilty, she needed time.

And now she was worried. She knows that JJ and Mason have been friends for years and she was afraid that the blond haired pilot could be angry at her. After all, his childhood friend won’t be able to fly again. But JJ’s glance was soft when he looked at her. “Thank you for saving my best friend’s life.” And just with this little sentence and his warm voice, JJ left the room and Rose could feel a weight go away from her chest.

Finally this shitty day was behind them.

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