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Whenever We Breathe Part Two

Summary: Wonwoo knows he's fucked up by avoiding you after you, him, and Seungcheol slept together. He doesn't know how exactly he can fix it, but he figures begging for your forgiveness might be a good start.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: ~5.1k (2k plot, 3.1k smut)

Part One

GN version

Warnings: not a threesome, best friends to lovers, swearing, pining, hurt/comfort, angry cheol (hot), shy switch wonwoo, weed mention, lots of talking during sex, grinding, cumming in pants, multiple orgasms, fingering, clit stim, oral f. rec., facesitting, slit/thigh fucking, condomless piv sex, creampie, cum eating, aftercare

Reader Notes: she/her pronouns used, has vagina and breasts

Fuck, oh fuck, Wonwoo’s made a terrible mistake.

He thought that day was the perfect opportunity to get to be with you without having to confess his feelings, but what he didn’t consider is that getting to be with you would make him want to be with you.

Wonwoo isn’t sure why that didn’t even cross his mind. Maybe because it was clouded with smoke and the disbelief you even said yes when Cheol made the offer?

God, it felt like a wet dream, literally, you were so wet, so fucking soft and hot and tight, and Wonwoo still regrets not coming inside you when he had the chance, especially since it was probably his last.

He hasn’t seen you in weeks, and he misses you like hell.

He supposes he can’t complain though, considering that it’s his own fault.

Wonwoo’s been avoiding you, skipping your weekly best friends sleepovers, making up excuses for dinner invites, responding to your texts far too late for a conversation to be possible.

He feels awful, and he knows you know he’s avoiding you, and he knows Seungcheol knows too.

He might be ready to beat him up soon, if the glare he’s sending Wonwoo right now means anything.

They’re sitting across from each other in the diner down the street from his apartment, and Seungcheol has been scolding him for the past seven and a half minutes. He only knows because he keeps glancing at the clock to escape Seungcheol’s glowering.

Wonwoo honestly feels like he’s in the principal’s office, with the way Seungcheol has his hands folded (clenched) on the table and the way he’s being berated.

“And if you didn’t think you could handle this, you shouldn’t have participated. You could have just watched, but no, you wanted to join and you wanted to go first, and now you haven’t seen her in weeks.”

Seungcheol takes a deep breath to continue, “Do you know how sad she is? She totally knows exactly what you’re doing, and she thinks it’s her fault. She thinks she did something wrong. We wanted her to feel better but you’re making her feel worse!” He finishes on a shout.

Diners in the nearby vicinity shoot Seungchheol a look, and he raises his eyebrows in response, staring back until they look away.

Normally, he’s much more polite, so Wonwoo must have really pissed him off.

“I’m sorry, Cheol, I really thought I would be okay. I didn’t realize how bad it was until you made her look at me while you were-,” Wonwoo looks around and continues in a whisper, “Fucking her, which by the way, what the fuck was that?!”

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck was that’?” Seungcheol mocks him.

“That was me making you realize how you feel! I knew you’d be jealous seeing me with her like that and I needed to rub it in so you’d finally fucking understand! You’re in love with her!” Seungcheol’s eyes are blazing, and Wonwoo’s starting to wonder if he should fear for his own wellbeing, but Seungcheol wouldn’t hurt him. He thinks.

He’s not ready to respond to that last part yet, needs some time to admit it to himself, but he knows he can’t just not say anything.

Especially if he doesn’t want Seungcheol to launch himself over the table and throttle him.

“I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry. To both of you. I’ll figure out how to fix it, I just need a bit more time,” Wonwoo pleads, trying to implore Seunngcheol to let him deal with this his own way.

“I don’t know how much longer she’ll wait. She’s talking about joining the dating apps again.”

The food arrives but Wonwoo doesn’t notice. White noise fills his ears, and he feels very dizzy suddenly, bracing his hands flat on the table for strength.

He tries not to remember all the short little dresses you’d wear on your internet dates, and the way you’d complain about their inability to make you cum, and the way he used to wish he even had the chance to fail.

But now Wonwoo’s had the chance, and he didn’t fail, he was successful. He made you cum, multiple times, fuck, he even helped make you squirt!

So honestly, what the fuck is he doing?

He is in love with you, and he can make you cum, and he’s your best friend, and you’re his.

And now he’s starting to feel like the fuckup wasn’t when he slept with you, it was not taking the chance to tell you how he feels after.

Shit.

How is he supposed to fix this?

Wonwoo has come up with a plan, and the first step is showing up at your apartment with your usual from the cafe you always go to together.

The rain wasn’t part of the plan, but Wonwoo figures his pathetic appearance may actually help his case.

He’s soaked to the bone, his glasses covered in drops of water, his body shaking like a leaf, his cold hands even colder than normal, but it’ll be worth it if you open the door.

And that’s a big if, because Wonwoo knows you know it’s him, and he’s honestly not sure you’re going to let him inside.

He wouldn’t blame you, after the way he’s been ignoring and evading you for weeks, but he really hopes you’ll at least give him a chance to explain himself.

He’s fully prepared to tell you everything, to lay his soul bare at your feet, to grovel on his knees for forgiveness, but he’s not too hopeful when you open the door and shout, “Are you fucking insane?”

You grab him by the collar and haul him inside, pointedly avoiding his gaze as you shut and lock the door before heading to the bathroom to grab him a towel. He drops the food and travel cup in your kitchen and waits for you to return. You stop at your bedroom on the way to get some clothes he’d left here, pointing at the bathroom until he obeys and scurries in, turning on the shower and starting to strip.

You stand at the door with your arms crossed, glaring into the hallway and waiting for him to hand over his soaked clothes, and he tries to avoid looking at your ass in your little pajama shorts. Now simply is not the time.

Not when Wonwoo’s never seen you so closed off before, to him at least. He worries he won’t be able to repair the rift he created between you, fears you won’t let him back in.

He steps into the shower, the heat scorching his freezing skin, and he tries not to shy away from the steaming stream of water, lets it be punishment for hurting you like this.

He stays until he can feel his fingers and toes again, then just a bit longer because he’s terrified to face you now that he knows you're sad and angry.

Eventually, Wonwoo gets a bit too warm and knows he can’t put off explaining himself any longer. Shutting the shower off, he roughly towel dries his body and pulls on the clothes you brought him, shaking his hair out enough that it won’t drip onto his shoulders before cleaning off his glasses with the edge of the shirt.

You’re puttering about in the kitchen, heating up the food he brought you, sipping at the drink, and whispering angrily to yourself, about him most likely. He doesn’t blame you, could curse himself too for mucking everything up this badly, and he can only hope you’ll let him tell you what happened.

Wonwoo lets himself linger in the hall for just a few more seconds before taking a deep breath and shuffling into the kitchen with his head lowered in penance. He stays silent, senses your eyes on him and hears your movements stop, and almost wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

But, knowing he owes you this, Wonwoo raises his head and meets your eyes meekly.

Fuck, you look so mad, and so hot. Under the anger and hotness is hurt, and he chooses to focus on that.

“Well?” You begin flatly. “What do you have to say?”

“Um,” he clears his throat after squeaking on the first attempt, “I want to apologize, and beg you to forgive me, and also I should probably tell you something.”

You squint at him, tilting your head back to stare down your nose, and Wonwoo tries to pretend your derision doesn’t turn him on.

“Go on, then,” you raise a brow, and Wonwoo lets out the biggest sigh of relief when he realizes you’re letting him explain himself.

“Okay, apology first. Well, the apology will probably have some of the thing I need to tell you so I hope that’s okay,” you nod slowly in confusion.

“I’m really sorry I shut down after we slept together. It was everything I ever dreamed of, except not really because I don’t just want to sleep with you, and also because Cheol was there, and I definitely didn’t dream about that. Not that I didn’t like it!” Wonwoo rushes to clarify, “It was great, and kinda nice not having to think for a bit, but when I pictured our first time, it was… just us.”

You stare at him, processing his words, your face softening incrementally, before you ask, “What do you mean, ‘everything you ever dreamed of’?”

Wonwoo’s eyes grow wide, knowing he’s at the point where he’ll have to explicitly tell you his feelings.

“Um, so the thing is I might possibly be in love with you and it’s also possible that after I got to be with you, I couldn’t stop thinking about being with you and made myself sad that I wouldn’t get to so I didn’t want to see you because whenever I thought about seeing you, all I could think about was being near you and touching you and getting to actually love you like I’ve always wanted to,” Wonwoo says in a rush, clenching his eyes shut at the end so he doesn’t have to see your face.

You stay silent for a while, considering his jumbled confession.

He peeks an eye open to find you deep in contemplation, your jaw set and your arms folded, and fears that he’s officially ruined the friendship.

“You’ve always wanted to love me?” you ask softly, quietly, like you’re scared of the answer.

He nods, keeps nodding, biting his lips between his teeth before speaking just as timidly, “Yeah, I’ve always loved you, sorry.”

Your face scrunches, eyes turning to a glare to hold the tears in, and you whine angrily, “Don’t be sorry, you idiot, I love you too even though you’re so fucking stupid.”

Wonwoo’s heart stutters, squeezes hard, then explodes, and he feels like he might pass out.

“Do you need to sit down?” you ask tiredly, waiting for his dazed nod to roll your eyes and walk over, tugging him by the arm to sit on your couch before crouching in front of him.

“You… love… me?” Wonwoo asks dumbly, eyes moving up sluggishly behind his glasses to find yours.

“Yes, Wonwoo, I love you,” you confirm gently, speaking slowly so he can understand you through the fog your confession put him in, grasping his tepid hands with your own.

“Wow, that’s so crazy,” he breathes, feeling almost as high as he did that day.

“I know, right?” you agree, pulling him closer until he shuffles off the couch to sit on his knees in front of you.

“So, what do we do now?” Wonwoo asks, truly having no idea.

“Um, I mean we should probably date right? And tell Cheol so he’ll stop being pissed at you. And maybe also have sex without him.”

Wonwoo loves those ideas, all three, but has a request for the order, “Can we do 1, 3, 2? He’s so mad at me and so scary, and I think I’ll have to grovel more for him to forgive me than I did for you.”

“Mmmmm I think you could afford to do some more groveling for me too, though,” you tease, playing with the collar of his shirt and smirking.

He feels lightheaded again and hopes you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying.

“Can I kiss you?” Wonwoo asks as he starts to lean in, waiting for you to tell him yes.

“Yeah, I think that would be a good start,” you mumble as you press your lips to his, your sentence trailing off into his mouth.

Wonwoo sighs, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue until you open for him, loosening his hands from yours so he can place both of them on your cheeks to pull you closer. You come willingly, climbing into his lap when he sits down and crosses his legs, straddling his hips and grinding down against his rapidly hardening cock.

Fuck, the pressure and heat of you feel amazing.

He hasn’t been able to jerk off as much as usual because when he closes his eyes, he can only see you, squirting and crying and writhing, and he cums way too fast for it to even be enjoyable.

He’s a bit scared that will happen with you, but he plans to make you cum a few times before he even gets his dick in you anyway, so it should work out fine.

Or at least, that’s what he thought before you started touching him, running your fingers up and down his abs, palming his pecs, squeezing his deltoids, and shit your hands are so warm and so soft, and he’s wanted you to touch him like this for so long, and if you keep grinding on him like that he’ll-

“Fuck, stop, stop, stop, baby, you have to stop,” Wonwoo pants, stilling your hips with an iron grip, pushing them away from his dick.

“What’s wrong?” you ask breathlessly, cupping his face and looking into his eyes even as he tries to avoid your gaze out of embarrassment.

“I was just really, really, really close to cumming,” he whispers, pursing his lips and hoping you’re not judging him.

“Oh. You don’t want to?” you sound confused, your brows furrowed and your hips twitching in his grasp.

“Of course I don’t want to, I wanna be able to fuck you,” Wonwoo explains shyly.

“Well, how long does it take you to go again?”

Wonwoo can feel his ears turning red and his eyes wavering behind his glasses as he stares at you in awe.

“Maybe fifteen minutes,” he replies, astonished.

You grin, pull his hands from your waist to slide them up onto your breasts, and dig your hips into his.

Wonwoo can’t stop himself from tipping his head back to rest on the couch, his neck suddenly too weak to hold up the weight as he feels himself start spiraling again. You’re so soft under his hands, so sweet, and Wonwoo wishes he could see you, starts tugging up your shirt until you get the hint and whip it over your head.

Fuck, you’re not wearing a bra, just like last time, and he tells himself to surprise you at home more often, then remembers he’s your boyfriend now and he’ll get to see you like this whenever you want him to, and that’s enough to push him over the edge.

His head spins as his cock jumps underneath you, spitting hot cum into his boxers, and he knows he’s being noisy, knows he’s groaning and moaning and possibly even whimpering your name, but he just can’t shut his mouth.

It feels too fucking good, the first fulfilling orgasm he’s had since you slept together, and now he knows for sure that cumming by himself could never be as euphoric as cumming with you.

His brain feels heavy, but empty at the same time, and his head tips forward to rest against your sternum as he catches his breath, air puffing out over your chest and raising goosebumps on your skin.

“Quick question,” you start with a thready voice. “How did you cum that last time? Both of your hands were busy.”

“I don’t know,” he tries to figure out how to answer without sounding pathetic. “I just- you- when you squirted, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I don’t know, it was like I blacked out, and when I woke up, my cum was drying on your stomach.”

Okay, so he still sounded pathetic, but you whine, almost like you…

“Do you like that?” Wonwoo asks slowly, realization growing, “And you liked making me cum in my pants too, didn’t you?”

You squirm in his lap, and Wonwoo smirks, leans forward until you tip onto your back and he can plank above you. He drops a kiss to your nose and shifts up on his knees to yank his shirt off and push his wet boxers down, trying not to cringe at the cold air on his slick cock.

“You like knowing what you do to me, huh?”

Wonwoo trails kisses down your neck, letting his tongue dip into the hollow space between your clavicles before grazing his teeth over your skin.

“Well, baby?” Wonwoo waits for you to answer.

You stare him down, biting your bottom lip and squirming slightly, before answering, “Yes, I like it, Wonwoo.”

“I’ll tell you all about your effect on me then,” Wonwoo begins, nipping the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“When you wear these tiny little pajama shorts at sleepovers, I have to keep a pillow in my lap all night, just because your thighs are out and pressed right up against mine,” he says through sucking kisses along your collarbone.

He grins at your shiver, continues, “Sometimes, I can’t tell you’re not wearing a bra until you hug me, and when I feel your tits on my chest, I have to pull away because I get too hard to hide it.”

Sucking marks down your sternum, Wonwoo keeps going, “I always take the couch and let you have my bed, even when you offer to share, because I know I’ll wake up hard or with dried cum in my pants if I get to sleep next to you.”

He slides back up to your mouth, swallowing your moan and biting your lip between his teeth before sinking down your body again.

“If you wake up hard tomorrow, can I suck your dick?” you ask, as if he’d say no, and he has to push his face into your stomach to contain the loud fuck he wants to let out.

“Are you in my brain? How are you my walking wet dream?” Wonwoo almost sounds annoyed, frustrated, and his kisses turn to sucking bites, leaving indents of his teeth all over your soft skin.

“Don’t get mad at me because you think I’m hot, that’s not fair!” you whine, arching your back into him and making his focus shift to your breasts.

“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he lavishes your tits in soft kisses, sucking alternately at your nipples and squeezing the plush flesh with his fingers.

He presses his face into your chest and smushes your breasts against his cheeks, breathing you in, surrounding himself in you, and realizes there’s another way to be encompassed by you, a better way.

“Will you sit on my face?” Wonwoo asks, a bit scared you’ll say no.

You look down at him, smile softly, and reply, “Sure.”

Fuck, Wonwoo thinks he might die.

He tries to smile back before laying down next to you, waiting for you to finish stripping and climb on.

Shit, why didn’t he notice how wet your shorts were? There’s a visible dark patch, and he figures he was messy enough not to notice but fuck, is he noticing now. And of course, of course you’re not wearing panties. Wonwoo honestly thinks you were created to kill him.

What a way to go though, he thinks, as you send him a shy grin and straddle his hips, shuffling forward on your knees until he can grab you by the hips and pull you up to his face.

He groans when your scent hits him, groans deep in his chest, and you shiver at the air flowing over your soaked pussy. That makes you rest more of your weight on him, and Wonwoo can’t wait to drown in you.

You’re still holding yourself up though, looking a bit nervous, and Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs so he can smooth his hands up and down the length of them, soothing you slowly until you relax enough for your folds to brush his lips.

This is already the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and it only gets better when he rubs his nose over your clit and you grind into it.

Flattening his tongue on your cunt, he drags it from your entrance to the top of your pussy, laving over your bundle of nerves before sliding back down to dip inside you.

You taste even better than last time, no lingering traces of weed in his mouth to cloud your essence, and Wonwoo already knows he’ll do this every day if you let him.

It might just become his favorite hobby, if the way his cock is already hardening again says anything.

He sucks your clit into his mouth, pulling you down harder on his face, wanting to smother himself in you, and slides two fingers inside you from behind. You clench down immediately, whimpering above him and sinking your hands into his hair to tilt his head back.

He gets the hint, just holds his tongue out flat and lets you do what you want, lets you ride his face and his fingers, feels his cock jumping against his stomach.

“Wonwoo, another, give me another, please,” you ask breathlessly, crying out when he tucks his ring finger inside of you too, and curls all three into the patch of nerves deep inside.

He feels like he’s drowning in the best way, partially because you’re so wet, but mostly because he can’t hear anything, can’t see anything. All he knows is your pussy on his face and shit, he could probably cum untouched from this too.

You break before he does though, bowing over him, and now he can smell your cunt and your hair and your skin, and thank fucking god you’re already shifting away from his tongue out of sensitivity because he seriously could cum right now.

He helps you lift off of his face, and gazes fondly as you curl up on your side and catch your breath, staring incredulously at him.

“How are you so good at that?” you demand, eyebrows scrunched and eyes boring holes into him.

“I’ve been dreaming about you sitting on my face for years, that’s probably it,” Wonwoo responds matter-of-factly, dodging the pillow you lob at him in retribution.

“What, baby, you liked it before,” he laughs, avoiding the finger attempting to poke his belly.

“Yeah, that was before you made me cum so hard I lost all sense of time and space,” you mutter, shifting to rest on shaky elbows, staring at him contemplatively out of the corner of your eye.

Wonwoo’s still trying to recover from your previous statement when you say, “I think I want you to bend me over the couch and fuck me from behind.”

He chokes, sputters on nothing but air and the need clawing up his throat, forces his eyes shut and curses you, curses you forever, but not really because he loves you too much and he does want to bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind.

In fact, he thinks he’d both kill and die for the chance.

So he stands on wobbly knees, extends both hands towards you to pull you up, and drags you over to your couch. The arm is the perfect height for him to fold you over, and you pull a pillow to you so you have something to hold onto as he runs his cock up and down your slit.

“Can I try something first?” Wonwoo asks tentatively, “I think you’ll like it.”

“Yeah, just don’t put anything in my butt, I’m not ready for that yet,” your voice is muffled in the couch, your ass tilted up, and Wonwoo smooths his hands up your back to squeeze your shoulders, then back down to push your thighs together.

Placing each hand on a cheek, Wonwoo pulls your ass up and apart so you’re spread open, cunt glistening in the daylight, tempting him to take another taste.

He’s always wanted to try this and never thought he’d have the opportunity, though, so he needs to make the most of it.

And make the most of it he does, sliding his cock between your thighs and bumping the head against your clit, over and over and over, until your thighs glisten too and his dick is drenched in your wetness, until you’re squirming beneath his hands and whining, until he can see your entrance clench and release, tightening around nothing.

He thinks he can make you cum like this, but honestly, he’s getting too close, and if he wants to fuck you tonight, he needs to do it now.

Maybe he can hold out just a little bit longer though, he thinks, rubbing the head of his dick insistently on your clit until you claw at the couch and cum with a wail.

“In me, get in me, Wonwoo, I swear I’ll-,” your voice cuts out when he sinks into you, stretching your pussy around his cock and bottoming out in one stroke.

You squeak, and Wonwoo squeezes your ass in his hands before moving them to your hips and holding you to the arm of the sofa as he pulls back and thrusts in again.

“Good?” he asks, waiting for you to respond, “Yes, Wonwoo, fuck yes,” before starting to pound you into the couch.

You cry out every time he roots his cock inside you, and he moves a hand to press down on the small of your back, tilting your hips up more and angling his down, giving you searching thrusts until he hits something and you seize up around him.

Targeting that spot each time, Wonwoo fucks in and out of you at a steady pace, ignoring the way his balls are already full and starting to draw up, wanting to get you there one last time before he cums.

He knows just his dick won’t be enough, so he slides one hand around your hip and sinks it between your thighs, finding your clit with two fingers and starting the circles you seemed to like last time.

Fuck, you get even tighter, and wetter, whining and wiggling under him, trying to meet his thrusts but he’s going too fast, too hard, and your walls start to spasm around him, arousal gushing out of you and dripping down his dick as you cum.

And shit, Wonwoo wants to fuck you through it, he does, but he just can’t stop the tidal wave swallowing him, can’t stop the roaring in his ears or his eyes from squeezing shut, and he definitely can’t stop the way his cock twitches and starts to spurt white hot cum inside you.

It’s so much better than the orgasm he had before, and Wonwoo can’t stay standing, tips over until he’s spread out on top of you, his hip bones digging into your ass and his dick flooding you with what feels like weeks worth of cum.

By the time his cock has stopped jumping in you, you’re reaching behind to poke at him, whispering in a strained voice, “Wonwoo, babe, can’t breathe.”

He blinks his eyes open, still dizzy from his orgasm, and lets his body melt to lay on the floor by the couch. You stay on the arm for a second, and Wonwoo has to close his eyes again when he sees his cum starting to drip out of you, white globs seeping from your entrance and sliding down your pussy.

“Can I-” Wonwoo starts, but you interrupt him, responding tiredly, “Yes, please do it, whatever it is. I already know I’ll like it.”

He crawls over, trying to steady his breathing, and spreads your cheeks again, opening up your stretched pussy even more. Your entrance is still fluttering, and your walls probably are too, and he needs to feel you on his tongue.

He licks into you again, gathering up the cum on your swollen clit and guiding it back to your cunt, pushing it inside before lightly sucking at your entrance.

You still taste so good, even tinged with the salty bitterness of his cum, and he knows he’ll never get enough, shoves his tongue deeper, starts fucking you with it, rotates one hand so he can get his thumb on your clit, and with that, you tumble over the edge again.

Your walls weakly contract around his tongue, and he pets your bundle of nerves gently, bringing you down and licking you clean.

Wonwoo lets you recover for a bit, but eventually suspects you can’t move so he wraps you up in his arms and hauls you off the couch, settling on the floor with you in his lap.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, only a little bit concerned.

“Yeah, I just… I think you broke me,” you mumble into his chest, fatigue obvious in your voice, and Wonwoo tries to hold in his giggle, tries to stop the pleased grin from spreading his lips, but he’s not successful, and you swat feebly at his chest.

You get distracted by his pecs, caressing the firm muscle, and Wonwoo shivers, looking forward to coming up with more ways to distract you.

For now, he just tries to stand, finds his knees too shaky to carry both of your weight, and deposits you on the couch before hobbling away to get you a damp cloth and new pajamas.

He thinks he has another pair of boxers here too, and finds them in your top drawer along with some sweats and a big t-shirt for you.

He cleans you up, wiping softly between your legs and making you promise to pee soon, before dressing you and himself and plopping down on the couch, pulling you into his arms.

You’re warm, always so warm, and you smell so good, and Wonwoo loves you so much, and he remembers he doesn't have to hide it anymore.

“I love you, baby,” Wonwoo murmurs into your hair, cupping your cheek in his hand and rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Love you too, Woo,” you breathe, holding his gaze and puckering your lips to press a kiss to his thumb.

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"Best friends"

Genre: Angst

Yeji X GN! Reader

"I think I like you!".

That was sudden, an admission, or better, a confession out of nowhere. You couldn't believe what you just said and neither Yeji could honestly. You two have been friends since childhood, like, probably you spent the 80% of your life together, sharing memories and moments.

"What have you just said?", the girl asked, her voice way more louder than her usual soft tone.

You two have been friends for so much time that Yeji couldn't believe your words. Did you just confessed to her? What were you trying to do? She walked back to you, her face so close to yours that your could feel her angry breath on your nose.

"Are you fucking stupid? Do you want to ruin our friendship?", she asked once again, her cat eyes burning like fire.

Now was your turn to getting angry tho. Yeah, maybe it was a big surprise for her and even for yourself, but getting scolded for having feelings was crazy. How could she treat your love for her in that miserable way?

"Yah, Hwang Yeji, I'm not stupid, I'm fucking in love. Did you hear me? I love you".

If someone could watch the scene without listening the audio, probably he could have guessed that you were insulting her by your body language. Yeji was going crazy, you were keeping to say nonsense. What was your problem?

"You're tripping. You can't love me. Probably you are just horny or something else stupid. Go home and reach your pleasure, we will talk again when you act normal", she spit out harshly, doing her worst to deny your feelings.

Was being in love not normal? Was being in love with your best friend so strange? You tried to find an answer that could justify her bitch behaviour. She was putting your feelings under her feet, closing your heart in a box and launching it in the ocean.

"I never hated someone that I love. I guess that want me to act as before...we will never talk again", you said, turning back to walk away from that person that hurted you so much in no time.

Seeing your tears falling down while you were going away quickly, almost made her follow you...almost. Her pride could not accept something so beautiful, she could not accept her own happiness.

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Spirit World Vacation Canon Version

Wanted more from Turf Wars, so wrote this. Note, the song that Korra sings is a slightly altered version of the song Kyoshi sings to Rangi. If you all like it, I can continue it. (Though honestly, I'm convinced they kissed before the "official kiss" in Turf Wars. I think Asami just wanted to kiss her again. And again. And all the time probably.) EDIT: Per your request, I'll update on Sundays here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50312500 (Four more chapters are planned.) ___

Vacationing in the Spirit World

Asami Sato planned things meticulously. She designed to the last bolt. Attempted to anticipate all possible scenarios and account for them. This had proven to her advantage while fighting at Korra's side. It did not prove her advantage for a vacation. Especially one spur of the moment decided at a wedding.

A certain thrill filled Asami at the fact Korra and her were sneaking away. Made her feel years younger, although they did tell two people. Bolin, simply because they knew he'd never keep it a secret which was what they hoped for, and Jinora, mostly because she'd caught Asami in the women's dormitory with a backpack and wearing her engineering outfit.

"Where are you going?" Jinora asked, confused.

Awkward. Asami had never lied to the teenager, and she wasn't about to start now. "Korra and I are sneaking out for a vacation. We badly need it. Give us a day or so and then tell the others?"

Jinora grinned and launched herself into Asami. "Of course! I'm so glad you two are finally admitting it!" She hugged Asami's waist tightly. "Thought you never would."

Asami patted Jinora's back. "Thanks… wait. Wait, are you saying Korra…?"

Surely that was wishful thinking on her part. Asami was the one in love. Not Korra, right?

Jinora released her and blushed. "Well… you should just ask her! Okay bye!" Spinning on her heel, she raced out of the dorm, leaving Asami to stare after her.

She'd confided in Jinora by accident during the three year sojourn. It had been after she'd brought over her newly completed airbending suits. Having them fitted on the testing subjects and marking out the results of tests had been exhausting. Not physically more emotionally. All of Air Temple Island reminded Asami of Korra to the point of pain. It had been not quite two years then, and she'd yet to receive Korra's letter.

Jinora had found her sitting in the pavilion in tears.

Asami Sato prided herself on having a handle on her emotions. To her chargin, she'd blurted it all out to Jinora after she asked why Asami was crying. At least Jinora honored her promise and never told anyone. Though her teasing about the park and the statue Asami had built had been relentless.

The price one paid for confessions Asami supposed.

Korra waited for her on the far side of the island, near the cliffs, though why she'd picked this spot was beyond Asami.

Again, the lack of plan grated. Was she really doing this? Really going alone with Korra into the Spirit World?

Seeing Korra standing by the cliff with her own backpack, the wind blowing her short hair around her face, Asami gulped and slid to a stop, stunned yet again by her beauty. Why did Korra have to look so perfect? The bulge of her muscles in her tunic and sleeves, the soft waves of her golden brown hair, the deep brown of her skin tone that seemed to shine in the setting sun.

Having Korra back meant the world to Asami, but she had not anticipated nor planned for the devastatingly intense emotions seeing Korra's physique could do to her.

Asami prided herself on her fitness routines. She was an accomplished martial artist, and yet she was being utterly undone by Korra standing and looking at a sunset. Her dojo master would be shaking his head at her lack of self-control.

Get a grip, Sato, she told herself sternly. It's not like she had definitive proof that Korra liked her back, let alone loved her the way Asami loved everything about her.

Korra turned right at that instant and grinned. "Asami!" Oh. Oh. That smile, the brilliance of it.

Asami Sato had cataloged many of Korra's expressions, especially her smiles. Korra had thirteen different flavors of smiles for a variety of occasions. Asami might have drawn all of them in her Idea Journal, but she wasn't about to admit that. Not yet.

This smile, however, did not fit the other thirteen. No, no, this was new.

She needed to document this. Draw it. Record the evidence. Or rather, speak. Yes. Words were a thing people did, correct?

"Hi."

Oh spirits, did she really just say hi to Korra? She really was a lovesick fool.

Korra skipped down to her. "Hi back. You ready to go?" She grasped Asami's hand and squeezed it.

Oh, oh, this was a thing they did now? Asami knew she was grinning like an idiot. So much for her composure. She nodded and did her best to swallow the urge to cry and wrap Korra in a hug so tight. Or worse kiss her. She still hadn't confirmed what this was. No, no, she had to wait. Gather more evidence. Maybe actually talk. Yes. Asami could indeed talk. Words were necessary for communication.

"Yes, yes, let's go…"

Wait.

Asami looked around and realized they had no transportation off the island. This was nowhere near the docks, but then to use those meant dealing with the wedding, and they'd never escape then. "Uh, transportation?"

Korra laughed. "I thought I'd get us there. But you'll have to hold on tight, okay?"

"Okay." Asami would do anything Korra asked at this point, especially when that brilliant smile was leveled at her. As heightened as her senses were to Korra's every move, she saw Korra's arm move toward her, and she stepped immediately into Korra's side and wrapped her arms tightly around Korra's chest.

Korra held her tightly against her, just like she had when they'd jumped off the train bridge with Mako and Wu.

Asami knew the jump was next, but despite anticipating it, the leap still caught her by surprise, as did the fact Korra was surfing the waves with her. They flew at a far faster speed than expected, and Asami found herself whooping at the thrill of it. Why had they never done this before? This was fantastic!

Korra laughed and guided them to the docks of Republic City, right where Asami had parked her Satomobile earlier that evening.

Asami's legs felt like water when Korra swept them up onto the dock. She held on for a moment longer, no longer caring who stared, because Korra was holding her waist still, and looking at her, and Asami could kiss her.

No, she shouldn't kiss her. Not yet.

"Uh, I… I'll drive us there…" Or as close as she could get them considering the devastation to the city. And the giant mech that lay sprawled in pieces across the Spirit Wilds. Oh and the Spirit Wilds themselves, which seemed to be half a giant vine crater with a portal in the center.

Asami needed an off road version of her precious blue satomobile. The one she'd made in honor of Korra, like most things in those three years honestly. She found she wasn't the slightest embarrassed. Korra deserved it. She'd always deserve it.

"Right." Korra released Asami and laughed, nervously. "Right. Uh. I'm glad you're driving."

Asami raised an eyebrow. "I recall our one lesson. Don't think you're getting out of a second one." She wagged her finger at Korra. "I'll get you to drive one of these days, Avatar Korra."

That got a solid laugh from the most beautiful and lovable woman in the world. Oh, Asami really could kiss her, but instead, she linked her pinky with Korra's and led her across the quay to where a line of vehicles were parked, her precious satomobile being quite a ways from the others. Purposely placed to avoid anyone daring to bump it. Not to her surprise, Korra hopped over the side of the vehicle to land in the passenger seat. Only to remember she still wore her backpack. She dumped it at her feet with a sheepish grin.

Asami stowed hers in the backseat and settled into the driver’s side. The silence between them felt comforting almost, not at all tense as she’d feared while packing. She headed down the street, and considered the route, careful to avoid the worst of the damage. Thinking about it would depress her about how she’d have to rebuild the damn city again, but well, maybe someone else could worry about starting that. She’d certainly left a long enough letter with the courier for her project management team and assistant.

“So… why’s your satomobile blue? Don’t you normally drive black ones?” Korra tapped her knuckles against the side of the satomobile.

The question startled Asami out of her thoughts. She glanced at Korra and smirked. “You really don’t know?”

Korra looked at her, blankly.

Asami laughed. Oh, this was precious. “What color are you wearing, Korra?”

Korra looked down at her clothes. “Uh… blue?”

Asami nodded and drummed her fingers against her steering wheel. Another glance out the corner of her eye witnessed Korra’s confusion that slowly changed to understanding.

“OH. You painted it blue because I wear blue? In honor of my people?”

Asami stopped the vehicle to turn and stare at Korra in disbelief. “What? I asked what you wore… not…” She reran the conversation in her head and couldn’t follow Korra’s logic train. Did she have to bluntly say it? Asami could feel the blush burning her ears and spreading to her neck.

“Me. Oh. In honor of me.” Korra studied her for a long moment. “Huh. That’s actually really sweet.”

Asami started up the drive again, convinced her face was now beet red. Well, Korra had seen her at her worst. A blush wasn’t the end of the world, right?

The route grew more convoluted the closer they came to the epicenter of the destruction, and finally, Asami gave up. She found a relatively safe location to park her vehicle, and flipped the switch to bring up the hood. Korra jumped, her eyes wide, as the hood elongated and clanked into place above her windshield.

“Wait, could all your satomobiles do that?”

Asami smirked, amused. “Yes. What did you think we’d do if it rained?”

“Uh, huh, you know, I never even thought about that.” Korra tapped her bottom lip. “Now it makes perfect sense.”

“Oh you are adorable.” Asami hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but she had, and Korra looked at her with a blush. Now they were both blushing. This was a sign, right? Korra wouldn’t blush unless she felt similarly? Asami could hear Jinora’s words in her head, where she’d assumed the two of them had finally admitted… whatever Jinora knew.

"And you aren't?" Korra teased.

Oh, oh, how frustrating. Asami could no longer tell if that was a friendly banter like old times or something more. She desperately wanted it to be something more.

She hurriedly exited the vehicle, and then had to backtrack to grab her backpack. Korra watched her, looking amused by how flustered Asami had become. How utterly rude. To lean against her vehicle looking so incredibly hot and amused by how much Asami was blushing? She’d have to get Korra back somehow.

That, of course, required a plan.

Which lead her back to the original problem. “What is our plan exactly?”

“We go on vacation!” Korra slid on her backpack and walked around the vehicle to fall into pace next to Asami. “By walking into the Spirit Portal. Perhaps the most crucial part of the plan.” She walked sideways to bestow Asami with that absolutely mind-melting smile.

Oh, how cruel. So, so cruel. To look that kissable and yet all this space was between them. Asami sighed but she couldn’t resist smiling back. “Fine. What is the plan after entering the portal?”

Korra blinked. “Oh. Well, we walk! And explore.”

Asami raised an eyebrow. “You have no plan.”

“You don’t either!” Korra slung her arm through Asami’s. “Besides, it’s way more fun to go with the flow, right? Be in the moment and relax.” She poked Asami’s side. “Are you capable of relaxing?”

Asami huffed. “I relax!”

Except, did she? Now that she actually thought about it, she hadn’t really had much time to herself to relax. Unless it involved bringing Korra tea. Now that Asami would drop everything to do. Even if the reasons she came up with were... a trifle ridiculous in hindsight.

Korra poked her again. “Riiiight. Ms. Workaholic. I read all your letters. I don’t think you took a single day off those three years, did you?”

“I…” Her protest died at the fact Korra had said all. “Wait, you read all my letters? All of them?” She could feel the blush creeping up again. “I… wrote you twice a week.”

Korra laughed. “Long ones too! And yes, I kept them at my bedside in a separate pile from the others. So I can get to them easier.”

“You… did?” Asami had no idea how to parse this information.

“Yeah, of course. I mean, why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh.”

Korra tugged Asami to a stop and turned her to face her directly. “Asami, I know… it took me a long time to write back, but I thought of you a lot. I mean. A lot, okay?”

“You did?” She was repeating herself now. Surely she could say something more intelligent, but her heart was beating so much faster, and tears stung her eyes. She took a deep breath to try to calm her racing heart. “I… thought of you every day,” she said quietly, and looked down at her boots.

Korra reached up and tucked a stray lock of Asami’s hair behind her ear. The gesture felt so intimate that Asami’s breath caught in her throat. She looked up to see Korra had tears in her eyes too. “How about we do our vacation then? Together?”

Together. Yes. Asami liked the sound of that. She nodded, unable to quite voice her thoughts, her heart too full of hope.

Eh, who needed a plan? Not when she had Korra at her side saying the sweetest things and slinging her arm through hers again. Maybe this time, Asami could let her anxieties go and just go with the flow. It couldn’t be that hard, right?

When they reached the edges of the portal, Asami reached out without thinking, only for Korra to do the same. Their hands bumped each other and then curled into a tight hold.

This was it then. The moment of truth. Time to walk into a portal. Asami stood staring at how it split the sky, it’s swirling golden-white light with its helix of pale green at its center. She’d been close to a portal before during the Water Tribe Civil War, but Korra had entrusted her with the getting her father to safety, so Asami hadn’t had a chance to truly look.

This beam of light somehow pierced both worlds to intertwine them together like that semi-transparent helix, but how did it work? Would it hurt? Was it instantaneous?

Korra chuckled. Gently, she pulled Asami toward her. “Now we walk in, you know.”

Asami laughed, nervously. “Right.”

Their nonexistent plan. She could do this. Especially with Korra holding her hands and giving her that affectionate look. Asami met her gaze with a smile, but then Korra grasped her other hand. Asami’s heart skipped a beat. Oh, oh, the expression Korra gave her, the one that made her knees weak, the urge to kiss her nearly overwhelming.

Slowly, Korra lead her into the portal while walking backward. Asami couldn’t look away as the light highlighted the hues of brown in Korra’s skin, the crinkles around her eyes from her smile, the soft look in her cerulean eyes.

Then the light cascaded around them, and for a moment in time, Asami felt this intense connection with everything. A breathtaking pulse of energy, that left her gasping when Korra gently tugged her through. She counted out her breaths until her breathing slowly calmed, her eyes focused on Korra, and only Korra.

How was Korra looking so calm and adorable? That tender smile was too much.

Asami almost leaned down to kiss her. Almost.

But the way the portal light reflected across Korra's gorgeous brown skin, the way it highlighted her magnificent muscles and curves -- Asami lost the ability to think or act. Only look and look and spirits, look.

If Korra hadn't gently tugged her hands, she might have continued to stand there, grinning like a lovesick fool for the rest of her life.

Or at least until she gathered up the nerve to just kiss her. That was where this was heading, right? Oh spirits, Asami hoped so.

That’s when the full reality hit her.

The Spirit World laid before her in a patchwork of landscapes. She released Korra's hands and stepped forward in amazement.

Mountains lined the valley, the peaks shrouded bit swirls of spirits or what Asami thought were clouds. A river meandered down its left side. Her eyes widened at the sight of a huge serpentine spirit swimming through the lazy waves of the river, blobs of possibly more spirits floating in its wake. Clusters of forest marked the edges of a wide plain of flowers, and to the far right a path curved through stone pillars. Near the stone pillars, massive birds walked the plains toward massive mushrooms. All of it so surreal, as if the world had been painted and sculpted.

This was not at all what she had expected. Asami had based her assumptions on Korra's and Jinora's descriptions, which had painted a world that shifted and molded to emotions, yet this landscape seemed oddly fixed. Maybe the alterations to the landscape happened more slowly than they claimed? Or was there stronger emotions needed to unlock such oddities? Her mind raced with possibilities, and she pondered what sort of experiments she could devise to test the limits of this odd emotion force.

Was it only fear or anger or more negative emotions that caused such changes? Or could any emotion alter the landscape? Could it alter the way the spirits responded?

“Welcome to the Spirit world," Korra said, startling Asami from her thoughts. Asami looked at her, and realized Korra still stood in the same spot, her eyes not at all on the world, but on her. A blush spread across her cheeks.

“I can’t believe I’m actually here!” Asami said, to try to distract herself from doing something stupid. Like grabbing Korra and kissing her.

Would Korra be okay with that?

It was a thought that had haunted her since she'd crashed into her at the restaurant for their reunion. She hadn't thought that through, but seeing Korra standing there? After three years? Asami's brain had ceased to function, and she couldn't even remember what she said. Only that she'd practically tackled Korra, their bodies pressed so tightly together that Asami could feel her heartbeat. Korra hadn't pulled away, but held on as if she needed it as much as Asami.

And in their interactions since that reunion, all of them had felt charged with an intensity that had left Asami wanting. Was that evidence that this was more than just friendship now?

Asami needed this connection with Korra to flourish, but as much as she had dreamed of this moment, she realized she had no idea what to do.

Asami's eyes raked over Korra's body for probably the millionth time since Korra's return, and once again, she settled on her lips. What would Korra's lips taste like?

No, no, thinking about kissing her wouldn't do. Not yet. Asami had to gather more evidence that this was mutual attraction, and not just Asami's wishful thinking.

Best to focus on anything else. Asami turned and strode through the flowers. She breathed in their sweet and tangy scent, and listened to the murmur of spirits and the whisper of wind through the vegetation.

Here she was, in the spirit world, with Korra. Korra was with her. Them alone in the Spirit World.

Okay, there simply was no objective way for her not to be a giddy, lovesick fool, was there?

Asami breathed out a sigh and looked back at Korra. This trying to distract herself was failing.

Korra lifted a finger and a spirit bird landed on it with a soft chirp.

How incredibly adorable. How was Asami going to survive this? The urge to tackle Korra and pepper her with kisses was maddening.

“The Spirit World is a pretty unpredictable place," Korra said. The bird chirped again and flew off. "You never know when the ground might drop right out from under you. So stay close, I don’t want us to get separated.”

“Me either…” Asami barely registered her words.

Ugh, she so desperately wanted to lean forward and kiss Korra, to taste her, to feel Korra’s strong arms wrap her in a tight hug, their hips pressed together. She needed to get a hold of herself.

It took some willpower, but she managed to look away toward the great valley ahead of them. “So… where do we start our vacation?” She had tried to settle on a nonchalant tone but failed when her desire crept into it anyway.

Korra laughed. "Walking forward might be a good start."

Asami rolled her eyes. "Beyond that. We need a plan. And you're the expert, right?"

Korra shrugged.

"Sure, like I said. Stick by me. And besides, it’s a vacation, Asami. Release the need to plan." She turned and grasped Asami’s shoulders with that heart-warming smile. “Your Avatar commands you.”

Your? Her brain halted on that word. Your, she said your. A nervous laugh escaped her.

If Korra wanted her to go with the flow, to live in the moment, then dammit Asami would do it. She'd do anything for Korra.

Shyly, Asami reached out and gently pushed a lock of Korra’s golden-brown hair from her eyes. Her fingers traced over Korra’s temple and ear. The Avatar didn’t pull away, only seemed to lean into the touch. This was really happening then. Korra might actually feel the same, that was the logical conclusion, surely? She couldn’t be misinterpreting this right?

Her hand trembled, and she dropped it, suddenly uncertain.

A dragon-bird swooped across the valley and screed a greeting.

Asami jumped, startled.

Korra turned with a laugh. She held up her hand in greeting, and the dragon-bird landed with a gust to gently nuzzle Korra’s side.

“Look like our ride’s here!” Korra tugged on Asami’s hand. “Come on, I’ll help you up!”

Asami placed a hand on Korra’s shoulder and then her foot in her Avatar’s hands. Effortlessly, Korra lifted her up.

Oh, oh. Korra's strength. Hot. Beyond hot. Boiling.

Right. She needed to pull herself up. Get ahold of yourself, Sato, she told herself sternly.

Asami grabbed hold of some of the feathers of the spirit and pulled herself up onto its back. Korra airbended herself into place in front of Asami.

“Hold on tight!” Korra instructed.

“Always,” Asami murmured. She slid her arms around Korra’s waist and pressed herself to her Avatar’s warm back. Maybe she didn't need to hold on this tightly, but Asami couldn't resist.

It took off in a whoosh, the wind blowing Korra’s hair back into Asami’s face, but she didn’t mind. Korra’s hair smelled like spice and jasmine, absolutely lovely. Korra laughed in delight, and Asami found herself grinning from ear to ear too.

Korra leaned forward and whispered something to the dragon-bird, and it curved in its flight. With a short dive, it landed near a forest of giant leaves that grew like trees. Dirt and grass blew briefly into the air to settle in a soft cloud.

Korra slid off first and held out her hands to Asami.

Asami laughed in delight as she slid off into Korra’s strong embrace. For a moment, Korra held her slightly off the ground, her arms around Asami’s waist.

Korra smiled, but this was unlike all the other smiles Asami had carefully cataloged. It crinkled the skin around her eyes, and her gaze held what looked almost like adoration.

Asami's hands gently parted Korra’s hair on both sides of her face. She trailed her fingers down her Avatar’s brown cheeks that were tinged with the flush of a blush, past her lips, down her strong jaw until she landed her fingers on Korra’s muscular shoulders.

Spirits, she'd always wanted to do that.

Korra swung her gently away from the dragon-bird and lightly put Asami down. As her boots sunk a bit in the soft dirt, Asami kept her hold on Korra’s shoulders, just as Korra held her waist.

“What did you think?” Korra asked, her smile now held a hint of that cocky grin she’d always wear in their sparring sessions.

“Beautiful,” Asami whispered. Them together, holding one another, as a dragon-bird spirit lay next to them, its tail half curled around them. What could be more perfect than this moment?

Kissing. Kissing Korra.

Except, what if this was just a dream? If she blinked, would it be gone? Her waking up alone as the dream faded into the ether?

For a moment, her anxiety clenched her stomach, and she blinked back tears. No, no, this was real, right?

Korra released her, and Asami dropped her hands from Korra’s shoulder a bit breathless still. Already she felt cold without Korra’s strong arms around her.

Korra reached out and wiped away her tears, her thumb lingering on Asami's cheek. Her breath caught in her throat.

There was no mistaking that gesture. Far too intimate.

Korra took her hand again.

“See you soon!” She called to the dragon-bird with a wave. “And thank you, great spirit!” The dragon-bird hummed a sweet reply and took off in a whoosh of air.

Dirt cascaded around them from the takeoff and broke the spell Korra had cast on Asami from her touch.

With a cough and a snort, Asami dusted off her pants and jacket. “Is that your usual ride around here?”

“I guess so,” Korra said, thoughtfully. One finger tapped her bottom lip. “Does tend to come when I’m here.” She turned toward the forest of trees, no, giant leaves. “So, let’s stroll through this… uhh…” she tilted her head at the giant leaves.

“One-leaf trees?” Asami ventured, also at a loss for what to call them.

“Yes. One leaf trees.” Korra agreed. They walked, hand in hand, and to Asami’s surprise, Korra hummed softly with that tender smile on her lips again. She listened but she didn’t recognize the tune.

“What are you humming?” Curiosity had gotten the better of her.

“Oh.” Korra rose dusted her brown cheeks. “It’s an old sea shanty song, though the words changes depending on the singer."

Asami squeezed her hand and raised an eyebrow to encourage her to keep talking.

Korra smiled with a rush of air. "Well, I wasn’t always at the compound, you know? Sometimes I visited my parents for a few days every few weeks or so. We’d talk for hours, me telling them all about my training and who knows what else,” Korra laughed, embarrassed, “until I’d get so tired that I’d fall asleep. I’d always wake up to Dad singing a variation of that song to Mom, and they’d be dancing together by the fire.”

“That sounds positively romantic, Korra,” Asami teased.

If Korra’s blush could get any deeper her face would be the color of burnt embers. “Well, this is romantic. Here with you, holding hands, walking under giant one-leaf trees.”

Asami’s stopped walking to face Korra. “Then… this is what I think it is?”

Korra tipped her head to one side, that new tender smile back. Asami needed to draw it, capture it's perfection. “What do you think this is?”

Words. Spirits, why did words evaporate the moment Korra turned that beautiful smile on her? In her time away, it was like Korra had gotten ten times more beautiful, which Asami hadn’t thought was possible considering how breathtakingly gorgeous Korra had always been. She reached out and cupped Korra’s chin.

“The start of something wonderful,” Asami finally said, her voice soft with wonder.

“Yeah. That.” Korra turned her head to lightly kiss Asami’s hand. That sent a jolt of electric desire through her arm and body. That cocky smile had returned. “I could sing you the song if you’d like. It’d be my take though. I don’t remember Dad’s version well. And we could dance here under these…” Korra looked up and then back at Asami. “… one leaf trees.”

“Yes, please.” Asami didn’t care if Korra could sing or not. Nor what variation of the song she sang. The thought of listening to Korra say or sing anything and then dance with her sounded absolutely lovely. “Are you leading am I?” That would probably be important. Her hand dropped from Korra’s chin to her shoulder.

Korra smiled that gentle smile that Asami could hardly bear, it was mindbogglingly adorable. “You? You saw me at the wedding, I was terrible.”

“Oh, I know.” Asami remembered quite well how Korra had grabbed her hand at one point and offered to dance, only to admit she had no idea what she was doing. It had been highly amusing and so incredibly cute. "My toes still feel it," she teased, and to her delight Korra blushed yet again.

Asami adjusted her stance to face Korra, gently lifted her arm that still held Korra’s hand, and moved her other to Korra’s waist. “Now put your other hand on my shoulder. Yes, like that.”

Korra laughed, nervously. “And now I gotta actually sing it, don’t I?”

“Humming works too,” Asami suggested. “Or us quietly dancing to music only we can hear.”

Mmmm.” Korra looked nervous. “Okay. Maybe start dancing first.”

Asami raised an eyebrow but couldn’t hide her smile. “Okay. We’ll keep it simple. I move back, you toward, then I move left, you move left, and I move toward, you back. Now keep it up.”

As Asami moved, Korra followed, her face scrunched adorably in concentration. At first, Korra stumbled, barely avoiding stepping on Asami's boots, but soon caught on to the rhythm.

Asami was highly tempted to swirl them a bit, but that would definitely cause Korra to trip. Maybe after a few practice sessions. The thought of spinning Korra made her breathless, and Korra spinning her, Asami's heart might not be able to take it.

After several successful three-steps, Korra began to relax again. She started humming again, but kept the tempo close to the dance.

“I’ve got my sails turned to the breeze,” she sang, her voice husky and a bit deeper than usual. She kept her gaze over Asami’s left shoulder.

“The wind pierces all the way to the soul, I sail to you with the promise of love Like the moth to the flames to the coal…”

Asami flowed their dance to the words, gently turning them at the end of what sounded like a stanza. Korra’s singing was slightly out-of-tune, but Asami didn’t care. The words warmed her heart and soul.

“You’ve got hair like the starless night,” Korra had shifted keys, likely on accident, but had finally shifted her gaze to look directly into Asami’s eyes.

“It sticks to our lips when we smile, You’ll wind it with mine, and we’ll drift off course, In my ship, our hearts touching all the while… For the way I walk is torch lit, It leads us into the night, I’ll hold you close and…” her voice cracked a bit, her face reddening again. “… you the most, Until our end is in sight…”

As her Avatar’s voice trailed away, Asami slowed their dance to a stop. She hadn’t missed the word Korra’s voice cracked over as the blush had given it away.

The song though, Korra’s words were strangely familiar. Asami released Korra’s hand and dropped her other arm to Korra’s waist; in response, Korra wrapped her arms tight around Asami's shoulders, her head tilted up. Asami recognized faintly that she ought to say something.

“Have you sang that before?” Asami whispered.

Korra’s eyes shone with a hint of tears. “Maybe…” But both of them knew Korra had never sang once the entire time they’d known each other.

Asami leaned closer, and Korra’s face upraised, her feet tipping her upward.

Only for a loud caw to startled them both. Asami spun to see several large bird-like spirits swoop low right over their heads. Korra had released her and shooed them away when they dived again.

“Okay, okay, overstaying our welcome here,” Korra grumbled. The irritation in her voice matched up with Asami’s frustration at the moment being interrupted.

“So onwards?” Asami grasped Korra’s hand again and tugged to get her walking with her.

“Guess so.” Korra looked at her and that tender smile twitched at her lips. “What a moment to break though.”

Asami sighed, torn at how close she’d come to kissing her Avatar. With the moment shattered, she’d have to wait for the next. She wanted their first kiss to be special. “You’ll have to sing that again sometime.”

“If I can remember the words!” Korra laughed. “I sort of made it up…”

Asami raised her eyebrows. “Odd. The words sounded very familiar to me…” she trailed off in wonder. That moment had felt so clear to her, the connection between them almost visible.

“Hmmm. Maybe?” Korra shrugged. “Well, I’ll sing variations of it as much as you want!”

The cheerfulness in her voice convinced Asami to not say anything about how out of tune she’d been. In the end, it was the intent that mattered, and the moment itself had been precious. That’s what Asami wanted to remember, the feeling itself.

#korrasami #legend of korra #tlok #asami sato #avatar korra #asami #the legend of korra #korra #korra x asami #writing #fanfiction #These utterly adorable dorks #just kiss already!#Kyoshi #rangi

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ladylooch · 4 months

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Since Mack and Lucie seem to really get on each other’s nerves like real sisters do 🤣 Can you make a blurb about times they actually get along

Do they do school dances in Switzerland? I have no idea but just go with it!

17 year old Lucie lays flat on her back, listening to her music while contemplating if she wants to ask her parents if she can go out with her friends tonight. There is technically a school dance, but it is none of the important ones, so her group of friends is planning on meeting up at someone’s house. But truthfully, Lucie isn’t feeling it. She talked to Lio earlier and felt sad after getting off the phone with him. He was going out with his rookie teammates in New York tonight. Apparently him and Connor got a keg to host the boys at their place afterwards. Lucie has an intense amount of FOMO.

“I can’t wait until you live here. Then you can come to our parties.” He had said.

“You mean clean up after a whole hockey team while you sleep it off? No thanks.”

A soft knock sounds at Lucie’s door. She rolls over, seeing her little sister, Mack, standing in the doorway.

“What's up?” Lucie asks, popping an ear bud out.

“Can you help me?”

“With?”

“Make up.” Mack nervously plays with her fingers in front of her. Lucie’s mouth drops open in shock.

“Seriously?”

“Don’t make it a big deal or I’ll change my mind.” Lucie laughs loudly, then bops off her bed. “Mackenzie Hischier, sit down. Lucie spreads her arms wide in front of her white vanity. Mack plops down begrudgingly. “So who’s the boy?” Mack blushes.

“Um.. there isn’t one.”

“Please. There is always a boy. It’s Nino isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Mack sighs, confessing immeidately. “He asked me to the dance.”

“Your first dance! Why didn’t you tell me? What are you wearing?”

“The blue dress.” Lucie nods in agreement.

“Okay, I have a cardigan you can wear over it. Otherwise daddy will not let you leave in that.” Lucie laughs. She combs through her make up, putting up different shades of foundation to Mack’s skin. “This one.” She taps the bottle. “Okay, what about your hair?”

“Straight.”

“Yeah that is natural for you. We will just give it a little curl to frame in towards your face.”

For an hour, Lucie and Mack work on curating the perfect look for her big night. Lexi comes to check in, giving little nudges like maybe blue eye shadow is too much for a normally clean faced Mack.

“Fair.” Lucie finally agrees with her mom, reaching for the mauvy pink and purples instead.

“Okay, what do we think?” Lucie asks Mack as she hands her a handheld mirror. Mack is speechless.

“That’s me?”

“Yeah. Mack, you’re gorgeous. If you ever wanted to put more effort in the rest of us would be toast.”

“She is perfect as she is.” Nico says from the doorway. Mack looks over her shoulder at him and Nico gapes at his middle daughter. “Baby, wow. You look so beautiful!”

“Thank you."

“You too.” Nico murmurs to Lucie, giving her a kiss on her cheek after Mack. “When do you want to leave, babe?”

“Like 20 minutes? I need to get my dress on then I’m ready.”

Mack heads back to her room, then comes to Lucie for the cardigan.

“I grabbed mom’s Jimmy Choos too.” She holds the silver boots up. “Heels dont make sense for you. Not your personality.” Mack grins, then launches into her older sister’s body.

“Thanks, LuLu.”

“I love you, Mack. Have fun tonight. Call me if you need something. I’ll be at home tonight.”

“Could you pick me up from the dance? Daddy really wants to take me, but I want you to drive me home.” Lucie grins, nodding.

“You bet. Text me when you’re ready.”

With one more hug, Mack rushes out of the room, trampling down the stairs to her awaiting parents. Lucie grabs her phone, sending a text to her friend group that she has other plans tonight.

For once, Lucie wants to stay home on a Friday night.

#what my world spins around au

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shaydeoffical · 11 months

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Demon Slayer x Plus Size Fem!Reader: Clubbing AU: Genya Fight! Fight! Fight!

Intro: It’s Friday night and classes are out for the weekend. (Y/n) and her friends are hitting the club and confessing their deepest feelings for each other. Join (Y/n) as she navigates her feelings, body, and drunkenness on a night that could change her life.

Tags: Partying, Confessions, Chubby body, Chubby reader, Fat Reader, Plus Size Reader, Demon Slayer AU, Happy Endings, Giyuu, Shinobu, Genya, Kyojuro Rengoku.

Warnings: Drunkenness, alcohol, body image, creeps at the bar.

Notes: Big thanks to @the-secret-thief and @heartfeltcierra for helping me edit and encouraging me to post again! I hope you all love the new story.

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FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

“Genya, since it’s your first time, I may be good practice.” Everyone looked surprised that I picked the spunky younger brother of Sanemi, but it was his first night…and we had left him with our bags for most of the evening.

“Ugh, yeah. Let’s practice.” His gusto faltered a little, and I couldn’t help but laugh. The DJ paused his set to make an announcement for a lost purse, and I noticed Mitsuri hurry off to the stage.

“You seem to have changed your mind.” I wag my hand in front of my face, as Sanemi puts Genya in a headlock. He ruffled Genya’s hair, and shook him around a bit, before launching into a lecture.

“He’s just nervous, he doesn’t hang around the ladies often, this is good for him.” Sanemi let him go, and took a shot tube from Obanai. “Now go have fun and stay where I can see you.” Genya was shoved towards the table, and away from the bar. Kanae nudged me to follow him, and I obliged. It was okay, he was shy, and that’s all it was…

Genya was mumbling to himself when he grabbed my hand to pull me behind him through the crowd. My heart fluttered when he looked back at me.

Genya was the type of person who always kept me on my toes. This wasn’t the first time we had hung out, there had been many nights of poker and study sessions at his house. He would often join us for an hour or two before getting flustered and quitting due to not winning. He was a bit of a sore loser, but Sanemi was also NOT a humble winner.

We passed Kyo, who was holding a shot for Shinobu in between his lips. He was a diligent D.D, as soon as the shot was done, he took the other tube and did a second round for Shinobu, who was laughing and giggling at how easy he made it look. I glanced at the back of Genya’s head and wondered how our shots would go?

“Don’t look so worried.” Genya twirled around as we approached the front doors. The sounds from the rowdy crowd and the bass-bumping speakers were almost muffled enough that I could hear my racing heart.

“Oh, I’m not worried.” I forced my lips into a smile and bounced on the balls of my feet while nervously swirling the tube in my hand. “I just want to make sure you’re not…unsure. It’s all for good fun, but I don’t want to pressure you to do this.”

“You can’t pressure me.” He smirked, putting the tube in his mouth. “Now, let’s do this.” Despite his words coming out as a mumble, he was more coherent than Mitsuri at the cost of some of the liquor spilling over the side.

“Alright, I’m ready.” The empty space between us disappeared as Genya kneeled under, cupping either side of my face. I clasped my lips around the tube, and like a seesaw, we switched places. Once I had it all gulped, we stood back upright.

“How was it?” He twinged red, wiping the edges of his lips.

“Great, now my turn.” Without any hesitation, I put my tube between my lips and did the same to him. Gripping his face, I kneeled and lined up the tube. Only, something came over me. Once we switched places, and he downed his shot, I threaded my fingers through the mop of his dark hair. Our test tubes suddenly hit the floor, but didn’t shatter. What have I done?

“So soft Genya.” I giggled, running my hand from his hair to his chest resting on his belt loop and bending down to pick up our shot tubes. “So strong.”

“(Y/n).” When I looked back up at him, he was even more flustered. “You’re so...”

“So wonderful?” I put the words in his mouth, knowing that’s not what he was going to say. “So pretty.” Come on, I have to fix this. I’m drunk, it’s okay. It’s just my friends brother…

“You are, but.” He shivered, reaching out to touch my hair. “I think beautiful would suit you much better.”

“Thank you, Genya.” I felt a tingly warmth spread over my chest. “You’re a little cutie under all that hair gel.”

“No, you don’t understand, I really-“

“Hey! You did it! We saw. Didn’t we Obanai?” Mitsuri hung off Obanai’s arm. They snuck up on us, but they came bearing a gift.

“We thought you might want to do some shots. We brought a bottle of tequila.” Obanai set the bottle on the table, and I suddenly had a wave of nausea. I held my lips, and took a step back.

Now, peer pressure wasn’t something we really did, but if my friends were drinking, I normally was down to throw a few back. But although I don’t remember exactly, I just know me and tequila have some bad memories together.

“Let’s get started!” Mitsuri beamed, pulling me by my wrist towards the table.

I looked at Genya and mouthed help. He bowed up, then tucked me under his arm, I felt like a small duckling under my mother’s wing.I didn’t expect him to pull me away from Mitsuri so quickly.

“What’s the matter?” Mitsuri pouted, reaching out for me, but I stayed in place.

“I think Genya’s trying to say they’ve had enough. Look at (Y/n), she’s practically green.” Obanai sighed, wrapping his arm around Mitsuri and guiding them toward the table. “Plus not everyone has our inhuman tolerance.”

“Also, we pre-gamed in our car,” I added, feeling far too quiet and slightly snubbed.

“Of course, take a breather. Genya, make sure she gets some fresh air.” Obanai paused looking me over. “(Y/n), consider yourself cut off tonight, okay?”

“I hate when you’re right.” I laughed, hugging Genya tighter. “Don’t tell Sanemi.”

“He’s going to be my problem, not yours.” Genya readjusted us, hooking my arm over his shoulder. “Come on.”

“Be safe you two.” Mitsuri waved us off.

The bouncer opened the door for us, chilling winds wrapped around my legs and arms, and I broke into a shiver. Genya took quicker steps towards the gazebo across the street.

Soon, we were planted on a wooden bench overlooking a brightly colored play set. The lattices on the gazebo didn’t offer much in terms of warmth, but it did break the harsh bite of the wind somewhat.

“Thank you for helping me. I hate to hurt Mitsuri, but I couldn’t take tequila.” I stayed snuggled against him, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Obanai was right, you’ve had too much.” He tried to peel my body off him but stopped short. “You really are a hugging drunk, might as well give in. I guess I’m nothing special, just a warm body on a cold night.” He laughed, resting his arm around my back.

“No, you are. I want to hug you, Genya.” I pouted, nuzzling his neck, and setting up a little higher. He was wearing a cut-off black button-up, but he wasn’t shivering like me. Surely, he was cold, but the more I think back, he’s always dressed light on cold days. Even in the winter, the most he’d wear is a flannel.

“Pft, you’re drunk.” He rubbed my back, curling his lips in a half smile. “But I wish you weren’t.”

“You always put on a tough guy act, but I know you can back it up.” I wasn’t getting anywhere with him by cuddling, I needed to get it together. “That’s why I feel *Hic* safe with you.” I covered my mouth and laughed. “It’s not funny, I’m sorry.”

“No, go on.” His pupils dilated, and his smile was replaced with an open mouth hanging onto my every word.

“I didn’t pick you, just so you could practice tonight,” I admitted. “I picked you because I really like you too.”

“(Y/N), Genya!” Sanemi stormed up to us. “I said stay in sight! I don’t care if you told the love birds where you were going. I’m going to kill you two!”

“Run!” I shot to my feet, but Genya grabbed my elbow and stopped me.

“I got this.” He pressed his forehead to mine, then pivoted on his heel to meet Sanemi in front of the swings.

“Oi! We’re grown, people.” Genya growled back at him, and that started it… the fight was on.

OOOO

It took Giyu to grab Sanemi,and Kyo and Obanai to grab Genya, in order to separate the two brothers. There was a crater in the wood chips where they had wrestled each other to the point of hitting the dirt under the play set. At one point, Sanemi tossed Genya on a swing and threw him into the air. There was now a crowd with their phones, and we knew we had to get out of there before the police came.

“Genya with Kyo, and Sanemi with us. When we get him to the car, he may chill out and actually drive us home.” Kanae was trying to ease the chaos.

“Dumbass!” Sanemi struggled against Giyu, but Kanae touched his shoulder and whispered in his ear. He finally calmed down… Maybe, if she could calm Sanemi, I could do the same.

“There is only so much I am willing to do while drunk, and breaking up a fight isn’t one of those things. But calming a sloshed dude, that is doable.” I told Shinobu, who was rubbing my arms to keep me from freezing. Mitsuri, she, and I were blending in with the crowd, holding the car keys and coats. Ready to leave as soon as possible.

“I don’t know about that. He’s pretty feral.” Shinobu hugged Giyu’s and Kyo’s coats, which were draped over her, closer to her body. She was thin and she could double their coats around her frame…it couldn’t be helped that I was the largest of my friend group. Still, I wished I could have worn their coats and felt dainty. I guess that’s one good thing about Genya, he didn’t have a coat to give me.

“I’m going to try anyway.” I took a deep breath, marching to Kyo and Obanai’s corner of the playground.

Genya was held horizontally, with Kyo holding his legs and Obanai holding his torso. He was wriggling and yelling, much like his brother had been doing.

“I’m not done!” Genya yelled, but his brother was already gone. “I’ll kick your ass to space! Let me down!”

“Come on Genya, calm down.” Kyo huffed.

“We need to go before the police arrive. But he’s not going to listen.” Obanai groaned. “(Y/n), go back. He’s not rational.”

“Just let me try.” I poked Genya’s cheek. “Genya.” I got his attention easier than I thought. “The fights over. Can we please go home?“ I squinted my glossy eyes while my lips formed into a pout. “Pretty please?”

“Listen to (Y/n). It’s not worth all this chaos.” Kyo loosened his grip, but Obanai gripped harder.

“Kyojuro.” Obanai huffed. “He’s not going down that easy.”

“No, you guys are right. I’m sorry for my actions. Sanemi just works me up.” Genya was put back on his feet, and I brushed the dirt from his face with my hand.

“Right, now let’s get out of here.” I could hear sirens in the distance. My phone buzzed and I took a quick look at the group chat. “Shinobu, Kanae, Mitsuri, Sanemi and Giyu are gone, we need to hurry.”

“Right.” Obanai seemed relieved that Mitsuri was gone.

“Come on.” Genya took my hand, and the four of us took off in a mad dash towards our car. Racing through the bushes, and around the trees, we broke through the flora to get to our parking lot.

“Go go go.” Kyo unlocked the car and we piled in, Genya and I dove for the back. He opened my door and held the top of my head so I didn’t bump it getting in. I scooted over and he jumped in. “Everyone buckle.” Kyo clicked himself in and started the car.

“We need to go.” Obanai fumbled with his belt.

“Here.” Kyo leaned over and buckled him. Of course, we wouldn’t move until we all were strapped down.

Genya pulled on my belt and nodded it was in place, and sighed as Kyo backed up and merged into the nightlife traffic. Genya kept his head down for most of the drive, and we sat in relative silence.

At some point, Genya fell asleep. I smiled, seeing he was relatively okay, nothing looked broken, only a few bumps and bruises. We passed over a speed bump, and I held my breath. He stayed fast asleep, and I got to watch him be silent for a small while longer.

“So, we can’t take him home.” Obanai was texting the whole time we’d been on the road. “Sanemi is still upset.”

“Why is he so mad over us going outside?” I whispered.

“He’s mad we disregarded his advice to confess to you sober.” If my eyes could get bigger, they would have.

“Well, he’ll be sober tomorrow and we can do it again. Besides, I didn’t think he liked me. It’s not like we were that close up until now.”

“You always sat by each other on game night.” Kyo wasn’t trying to be quiet. “You’d both help each other and giggle like a bunch of school girls. Then you or him would get skunked and he’d storm off.”

“There’s also all the times he brought “us” snacks when it would just be all your favorites,” Obanai added.

“Don’t forget he hates clubs, but he came tonight. Just to see you.” Kyo turned into my driveway.

“Wow, I am really blind. I thought it was all in my head.” I looked at Genya. “He can stay with me tonight.”

“Alright, let’s get him inside.”

OOOOO It was bright and early when Genya started to stir awake. He was on my sofa, hand over his eyes to block out the light as it poured through my sheer curtains. His every twitch was terribly cute, especially when he rolled over to bury his face in the sofa cushions. Eventually, he pulled the cover over his head and grumbled. His knuckles had been bloody, but I wiped them off before we laid him down. To be fair, Kyojuro cleaned him up for the most part, but forgot his hands…they were so scarred and bruised. Genya was tough, almost to his detriment.

I shouldn’t have been watching him so closely, but I wanted to make sure he was okay…and when he woke up with a headache I was there with meds and water. Breakfast…. he’d want something to eat.

Slowly getting off my recliner, I tried to keep it from creaking and was successful. With a content sigh, I shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed some butter and a few eggs. An American breakfast was always a good cure for a hangover, so I’d make some hashbrowns too.

Humming a happy tune, I wondered how he liked his eggs. He was still asleep, so I’d have to guess. Buzzing around the kitchen, I finally settled in front of the stove and began to cook my egg batter.

Hands slide around my waist, and Genya’s face pressed to mine. “Good morning Beautiful.”

“Ah, good morning handsome.” I couldn’t keep the butterflies in my tummy from fluttering all the way up my throat.

“Thanks for the medicine.” He kissed my temple, squeezing my middle. “So, about last night… I’m sorry about the fight.”

“Is that your only regret?” I asked before I could stop myself.

His lips straightened, then turned into a smile. “My only regret is I didn’t win.” He spun me around in his arms, holding my chin in his hand. “I also regret not kissing you last night.”

“Really?” I hung to his every word, hand gripping the bottom of his shirt.

“Yeah.” He kissed me. He cupped my face with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. We broke apart and went in for another kiss. I rubbed his chest and arms,feeling the muscles rippling beneath my hands. Sanemi might kill me.

“The eggs.” My eyes widened and I swiveled, then took them off the stove before they were too far gone.

“Nice catch hot stuff.” He got a plate down from the cabinet and had it ready for me to dump our eggs on to.

“This is nice.” I touched my lips.

“You want round two?” He raised his brow.

“Maybe after we get done cooking.” I laughed, getting my grated potato ready to fry. “Then we can kiss all day.”

“Bet on it.”

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“I’m not mad. I just told him to wait.” Sanemi had his arms crossed and was standing in my driveway.

“I didn’t mean to fall for your little brother.” I held the back of my neck and glanced at Genya. His charm was hidden under a few rough layers, but he was my type of guy. Kind, strong, and ready to take charge.

“It was getting pretty obvious with how often you suggested we study at my place.” Sanemi lowered his arms and laughed. “You two will be good together. I know it.”

“Thank you for your blessing. Um, can you let Genya out of the car now? I think it’s too hot to leave him in there.” Genya was pulling at the car's back seat handle. Sanemi had put the child locks on.

“He can be let out when we get home. I’m not done with him.” Sanemi turned to walk back to his car.

“Please be easy on my boyfriend.” I knitted my brows together and blew Genya a kiss once I had his attention. He blew me one back, then went back to being feral. What had I signed myself up for?

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i-think-i-did-it-again · 2 years

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Come back (p2)

Warning: swearing, fluff

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.- F. Scott Fitzgerald

You’ve lost track or the days. You can’t remember the last time you ate a decent meal or had coffee that didn’t taste like watered down caffeine. You’re trying to stay positive. A smile ghosts your lips every time a nurse or doctor enters the room. You’ve been trying your best to put on brave face for Casie but you were secretly glad when Emma came to take her back to Cleveland. She needed some normalcy and you weren’t sure when you were going to crack. You’ve gone back to that numb feeling as you watch and wait. You’ve given up on praying and begging for Colson to show any signs of life. The first few days you hoped for a twitch, a slight move of his finger, a flicker of his eye lids. Now you just watch his chest rise and fall. That’s your only comfort now.

If you’d known that ‘Friends with benefits’ entailed falling in love with said friend and then having your heart broken when you confess that love and it’s not reciprocated, thus resulting in you losing that friend. Well, you definitely would’ve never enthusiastically signed up for it. Part of you always knew your feelings for Colson ran a little deeper than friendship but it wasn’t until you started sleeping together that you realised just how strong your feelings were. The first time he’d kissed you, the first time you had sex, you were hooked. Nothing will change your feelings, you just hope the pain will eventually fade.

“Anything?” Pete strolls in with a coffee outstretched and not from a crappy instant machine.

“Nothing,” you sigh and take the cup gratefully. “The doctors won’t say anything to me either. They called his mum yesterday and she just keeps saying ‘whatever measures they need to take to keep him comfortable’. What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I don’t have a clue. What time did you go home yesterday?” Pete eyes your face suspiciously and you dart your eyes back to Colson.

“I can’t remember,” you mumble before sipping your coffee.

“You bribed the night nurse to let you stay again, didn’t you?” All you do it nod.

Pete and you sit there for another few hours, watching, until he decides to go get something to eat. He offers to shout you lunch but you decline, not wanting to leave the room even for a second. You can tell Pete wants to argue with you but he decides against it at the last moment. Smart man. You find yourself drawing patterns on the skin of Colson’s non-mangled arm. Tracing his tattoos, gliding along his knuckles, following the lines on the palms of his hands.

“What are you doing?” A deep, gruff voice asks you.

You look up and staring back at you is Colson’s deep, blue eyes. He blinks lazily a few times and he looks completely dazed. Your voice gets trapped in your throat as you stares into his tired eyes. He searches around the room and winces when he tries to lift his head. You drop his hand and stand. Colson’s attention falls back to you and you feel an overwhelming sense of relief mixed with…grief?

“You look shit,” his lips quirk up into a half smile and a gentle sob escapes your lips.

You launch yourself at him, delicately wrapping your arms around him. He takes a moment to respond but tenderly wraps his arms around your body and pulls you to his chest. He quietly hushes you as you cry, soaking his gown, and strokes your hair. You feel…home.

“I thought I’d lost you forever and I just…there was so much I needed to say to you that I just…and then the doctors and nurses kept looking at me with this horrible sympathy…” your words come out in a strangled rush as you try your best to convey everything you feel.

“Hey, it’s ok honey. I’m here and I promise I’m not leaving anytime soon,” Colson’s soft, calm voice soothes you and you able to stand and look at him.

He holds your hand and pulls you down so you have to sit next to him on the bed. You tell him what happened and nods at bits and pieces that he remembers then suddenly he gets this solemn look on his face. He looks down at your hand, where he’s very gently stroking the skin of your knuckles. He clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

“Look, about what happened between us,” he starts and you hold your breath. “When that guy was coming at me and I realised there was nothing I could do, the only thing I could think about was you and how badly I’d fucked us up. I kept thinking that if I made it through this, that I’d tell you the truth.”

You hold your breath. Preparing yourself for something even more painful than how he’d let you down ‘easy’ the first time.

I think we should fuck other people. Colson is nothing if not classy.

“I was…am in love with you. I just freaked. The thought of settling down and not fooling around, committing to someone 100%, it terrified me. It’s never worked out for me in the past and I just didn’t want to go through that shit again. But seeing my own death, I made me realise that I was just being a pussy. I…I love you Y/N. I’ve loved you since the first time you stumbled into my dressing room wearing a barely there dress and thigh high boots. You are your authentic self and I love exactly who you are.”

You don’t have any words for him. You had put this hard shell around you, preparing for the worst and instead you got everything you wanted to to hear. Part of you wants to mess with Colson and tell him your feelings have changed but something about the sincere look in his eyes, pulls at your heart. Instead of saying anything that could ruin a perfect moment, you crash your lips to his. Ensuring you don’t cause him any pain, you entangle your fingers into his messy locks and melt into him. He moans against your lips and grabs the back of your neck. You lose yourself in the moment and it’s as if time stands still and the only people in the world are you and Colson.

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hangozoe · 7 months

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3. 6, 10, 22, 23, 53, 54, 63, 74

3. Favourite Assistant?

Take a wild guess - Ema Skye. The girl who literally inspired my career. (Worth it, by the way. Majoring in forensic science was so much fun.) I have a soft spot for people whose detective careers are inspired by saving someone or wanting to correct an injustice from their past.

6. Favourite Antagonist (in the role of the antagonist! e.g Edgeworth in AA1 counts but only in AA1.)

Okay, I really like Edgeworth in AA1. A whole lot. I love how his trauma and his strong sense of justice manifest in antagonistic qualities to Phoenix, who also has a strong sense of justice but chooses blind faith over prosecuting criminals. Edgeworth is a good person but can't do what Phoenix does. "My father was taken from me, and you want me to defend criminals? I'm sorry, Wright, but I'm not that good of a person!"

I headcanon Edgeworth as autistic. I love seeing him being so elegant and dramatic in court, easily making a fool out of Phoenix, and then seeing him outside of court for the first time and realizing he's actually socially awkward. I love that this game makes you defend him and it's like pulling teeth to get him to agree. Just. AA1 Edgeworth is incredible.

10. Favourite trial from all the games?

Case 1-4. I watch an entire playthrough of it at least once a year on Christmas as tradition. I can recite the beginning dialogue from memory. As I said previously:

22. Your OTP?

Not to steal your answer but Justicykes. Particularly because of the comics done by tumblr user shinyv, like these:

And the art done by tumblr user ticcytx:

I think their dynamic is incredible. So much chemistry going on. I really love energetic girl x more stoic guy pairings.

Runner-ups include Franmaya and Vanlock (mostly for their divorced vibes).

23. Your BROTP?

Sebastian and the girls chat.

I don't know if I can choose, but I really like Sebastian and Kay, Iris and Gina, and Susato and Iris (they're basically sisters). There's probably more I'm missing.

53. Your personal dumbest moment while playing?

In recent memory, I was playing the DLC case for Dual Destinies while my boyfriend was watching. There is a point about how far the victim fell. A witness claimed the victim died by being launched up into the air and then falling 30 ft into the pool full of water. The victim's autopsy report says he fell 65 ft. My logic was that he was launched up 30 ft + fell down 30 ft, and 60 ft is not 65 ft. ... My boyfriend had to remind me upward launch distance doesn't count toward falling down distance.

54. The moment you felt the smartest while playing?

There are a lot of times where I figure out the murder method pretty early on. I can't remember one in particular.

63. Favourite quote?

Herlock Sholmes: "Great detectives are wont to lie."

74. Character you would hug?

Most of them tbh. But if I had to choose one, Maya Fey. Girl has been THROUGH IT and rarely gets to be vulnerable because she's putting on a strong face for Pearl.

#asks #connor235universe #long post #thoughts

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ichijager13 · 1 year

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Of love, books and your smile

pairings : Eren x reader (Jean x reader, Eren x Historia)

Modern AU, aged-up characters, strangers to lovers, falling in love, fluff

Summary: His name was on every book you borrowed. you have even made a habit of looking for it eacht time you chose one. Eren Jager a combination of letters you grew familiar with, but what happens when you finally meet the man in question.

You can find the links of the other chapters here

A/N: this was previously published on AO3, the story is inspired by seiji's confession from whisper of the hearts.

Jean shippers I’m terribly sorry xD

Chapter VII: it’s time to go

As you begun to wake up you felt a pair of strong arms touring you. it’s been a long time since the last time you found yourself in someone’s arms you almost forgot how it feels like. In fact, the last man was your ex, Jean.

you tried to leave the bed but he tightened his grip. “Be still”. He spoke in a drowsy voice that sent shivers down your spine. He brought you closer and buried his nose in your hair. You slowly closed your eyes feeling content.

This reminded you of your lazy mornings with Jean. Jean was the type of lover who solves his problems in bed. He was moody, had a sharp tongue and sometimes a bit too much for you to handle but the moment he holds you in his arms you forget about all what’s wrong about him.

“He’s a fucking French”. Once scolded a drunk Pieck. “That’s what they’re good at. Talking and blowing your mind in bed”. she pated your shoulder. “Poor thing, I really sympathize with you. guys like him are lethal”.

Your relationship lasted three years, three years during which you gave so much and forgive even more without getting anything in return. Three years that drowned all your energy and patience. You knew since the start that a guy like Jean would crush a quite nature such as you but god, he was irresistible. He was so irresistible you had to pretend sometimes he wasn’t going too far with his words, you had to pretend to be oblivious to his flirty behavior with other women and you even had to pretend you weren’t feeling crushed by his presence. You took it on you during those three long years until that day.

Eren’s lazy kisses made you come back to reality. You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice you were so tense. You slowly relaxed feeling his soft lips go down your neck and nip at your shoulder. The instant you felt his canine dipping in the thin skin of your shoulder you gasped.

“Good morning”. He whispered against your skin before resuming what he was doing.

“Good morning”. You shifted slowly until you were facing him.

“You fell asleep here and I didn’t want to interrupt your slumber by putting you to bed. you seemed so tired”. He cupped your face while talking. A slow smile made its way across your lips. “You have a wonderful smile”. He mirrored your smile caressing your rosy cheeks. “It’s so bright it makes me believe in fairy tales”. His last comment dragged a corny laugh from you. “Each time I caught you smiling at the library I felt jealous for not being the reason you’re smiling. I made a promise to myself to make you smile whenever I had a chance”. Your smile grew even wider as your cheeks’ temperature rose exponentially.

“Slept well?” You inquired minutes later. He hummed in response; his face was inching closer to yours. “How about…”. You were in the middle of your sentence when his lips landed on yours. You hiked up in surprise before leaning into his touch kissing him back.

“Haven’t slept like this in ages”. He spoke stretching before pulling you for another kiss.

You stayed snuggled in the bedsheets cuddling and talking till a late hour. After having breakfast, he bid you goodbye and went to his place.

*****

You were making launch when you remembered that day. you and Pieck spent the night at Annie’s. the next morning when you got back home and while cleaning you found a pair of panties that did not belong to you under the sofa. You sat there for minutes staring in disbelief at the garment. Jean has cheated on you before, you have found messages on his phone, his collar shirt stained with lipstick and came home with another woman’s parfum on him in the past. But this, bringing someone here, cheating on you in the place you live in together. That was too much, you’ve had enough. Enough of his lies, of his cheating. You got fed up with his twisted games and his manipulation. Once you made up your mind you stood up and packed your stuff than called Annie.

“Hey Annie, do you mind if I stay in your place for a while?” you asked putting your bags in your car.

“Yeah, of course. What happened?”

“I’ll tell you everything later. Can I ask for something else?”

“It goes without saying, what can I do for you?”

“Can you come over and help me move my stuff to your place. I wanna be done with this as soon as possible”.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”. She spoke before hanging up.

You stood in the middle of the living room of the place you used to call home and surprisingly you didn’t feel any regret for leaving. You left the piece of lingerie you found on the sofa and your set of keys on the table by the entry before locking the door behind you. starting the engine, you felt for the first time in three years like you can breathe again. You have spent the last years holding your breath, refraining yourself and walking on egg shells. You were watching every step you made so afraid he’d get angry and leave you. but that was before, today, you finally broke the chains that were restraining you. today you broke free from him and this toxic relationship you’ve been trapped in.

While unpacking your stuff you told Annie about what you found. “I’m glad you finally made the decision to leave”. She took you in her arms. “I want you to know that I will be by your side. You’re not alone, you can talk to me whenever you feel the need to”. You nodded smiling. “That scum, I’m so happy you got rid of him. he doesn’t deserve you. I hope he’ll rot in hell”.

“You never held him in your heart, didn’t you?” you burst laughing.

“He’s too much for me”. Soon your giggle turned into hysterical sobs. “There, there”. your friend rested her arm around your shoulder. “Go ahead darling, let it all out. You’ve been holding it on for so long”.

Annie has suggested to switch off your phone for the next two days and you were thankful she did. You spent the rest of the weekend with your friend cooking and doing skin care.

“I’ll start looking for a place next week”. You spoke during dinner.

“No need to rush, you are a pleasant housemate and your cooking is delicious”. She grinned while dipping the churros you made in chocolate sauce. “Let me enjoy it a little more”.

It wasn’t until the middle of that week that he showed up. he was standing next to your car in the parking lot holding a big bouquet of flowers, your favorite. “Douch bag”. you muttered when you saw him.

With a wide smile and a gentle voice, he called your name. “Sweetheart, you got me so worried. I’m glad you’re doing fine. Where have you been?” you moved passed him, unlocked your car and brought the case file you forgot on the back seat. he turned looking at you surprised. “Here, I got them for you”. nothing. “Listen, I know I screwed up and I’m sorry. Please, dear come back home”. He held your arm as you passed again beside him.

You slowly looked at him before yanking your arm from his grip. “I’m done with this”. You quietly said. You turned your back and walked back to the building. He called for you several times before he let out a loud groan and tossed the bouquet to the flour.

“Fine by me. Just don’t come back crying and begging me to take you back”. You turned and flashed him a smile before entering, leaving a stunned Jean behind you.

He spent the next month leaving messages and calls you never answered. His behavior made you gladder you left him.

“If I didn’t know the whole story, I would’ve believed he really loves you”. Pieck mused once.

“I think he’s only upset he wasn’t the one to call off the relationship”. Annie followed and you both nodded.

“I’m glad you broke up with him. let’s make a toast”. She held her glass high smiling bright. “To healthy relationships”.

“It’s a little too soon for me”. You let out. “I need some time to rest and take back my life”.

A couple of years later you have your own appartement, your employer’s esteem and a nice guy calling you, his girlfriend. His girlfriend, you felt surprised last night when he referred to you as his girlfriend. Something inside you melt and made you feel warm when the word left his lips. You smiled to yourself thinking of his lazy smile from this morning and soft kisses while flipping the breaded chicken breasts you were making.

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skyartemis · 1 year

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In a way I get your anger but I don’t want to be knee deep in it. I step back from it and I see a child whining that she didn’t get the guy.

Yes shit happens, life happens these unforeseen circumstances happen. His dad died ok let him grieve. Do you have to make it about yourself ?

Did you expect that with this event, he’d run to you and hold tight to you? Did you expect that like in a hallmark movie, he would lean onto you?

You got your hope high by inviting yourself to the funeral and to think you want to go alone. Like why did you want to make sure that you were the only person there for him so he had only you as a choice ?

Apart from that did you feel embarrassed that you only had a birthday party to soft launch your relationship(?). Practically you invited everyone just so you could flaunt that you had this man but you guys weren’t even dating. Flirting yes but was it concrete? We all gossiped and sized him up.

You met up with him one ‘last time’ and realising that things weren’t the same. You mentioned that he didn’t pay, when he usually paid for everything. Saying that it didn’t bother you, but if you mentioned it then it bothers you. Why make the guy pay when you aren’t poor for crying out loud. You don’t even pay rent.

Five days later you confess to the guy on the phone & he says he’s not looking for a relationship. You get mad because he said he didn’t know you liked him that way. You insist and insist. Sifting through the memories and holding tight to the minute ones that makes no sense saying that his $500 gift aka a keyboard is a sign that he likes you.

A week later you find out that he’s blocked you on every single social media platform. You breakdown again. Furious that he didn’t tell you and upset that in quote, ‘how dare he do this to me without telling me?’ Then lashing out at me as if I don’t know heartbreak, sure at least you didn’t have to see his face 5 times a week and then be kicked out of the friend group.

Suddenly some words from the mutual who set you guys up triggers an emotional response. She mutters the word first separation. It triggers a tsunami of a response that has you scrambling. You end up concluding that you have to be his first love. You keep repeating as I quote, ‘I am his first’. I pressed puzzled at what first meant, didn’t he have a girlfriend before. Oh no kp no suddenly the ex was reduced to a crazy girl who didn’t want gifts. But you are the first love, you are his first strong blaring emotional response.

Have you stopped to consider the grief he’s going through? You didn’t have to cut him at his knees, just be by his side and offer support when needed. You just wanted the girlfriend label. And was impatiently selfish.

You wanted to brag. You wanted to show off.

Honestly I am cynical in life, my broken relationships have taught me a lot of self reflection. And I thank them for breaking me so gently. We weren’t as volatile but we weren’t so smooth.

Men are simple. So easily simple. Just take a step back and see the bigger picture.

That therapist of yours, she’s just gunning for the paycheck

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hhawks · 3 years

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!! welcome to sintober film festival day seventeen !!

✰ screening now: you are my high...

✰ starring: nejire hado + stepcest✰ synopsis: oh, aren’t you just so innocent and cute? step sis nejire just wants to teach you all the new things she knows. older sisters know best, after all! ✰ content warnings: stepcest, dubcon, light coercion, fingering, oral, corruption kink, virginity loss. ✰ word count: 1702

you know what they say about older sisters; they’re there to help you, guide you, love you. nejire’s been the best big sister you could have ever asked for, really. when your mom married her dad, she took you in like she’d known you all her life. you’d stay up together in her room, lounging around in her bed, reading books and watching movies, and she’d bring up all the things you were too scared to ask her about.

like boys. “so,” she’d coo, holding her head in her hands, propped up on the bed with her elbows as she lay on her stomach, feet kicking in the air. “any boys i should know about?”

and you’d flush like crazy, feel your cheeks warm as you squeal a, “no!” she laughs heartily, eyes crinkling as you fumble over words, so entranced in the way her body shook with her laughter. you could never; you’re always so shy around the subject, even around your lovely big sister.

“you sure?” she’d murmur, smiling softly before nuzzling into your side. “you can tell me anything, you know.”

you know. you more than know, constantly going to her for advice for homework or snide teachers or when your groupmates are just that bit too annoying. you always find yourself flopping over on her bed, groaning out loud as she just sits silent and listens to you. always a kind voice responding, giving you guidance, encouragement, or a joke about how she could kick them so hard they’d stop bothering you. nejire’s your everything, you realise, and you could tell her anything about everything.

but love? or, god forbid, sex? you couldn’t even begin to fathom why’d or how you’d have enough experience or trouble to go to her for it. and she realises this, notices how you clam up at the slightest mention of it. she lets it go because, of course she does; she’s your kind, patient older sister. you’d come to her when you really need her, when you’re ready for her, right?

right. she’s right, of course. doesn’t even have to wait long before you’re shuffling into her room at half past midnight, a small frown tugging at your features. it’s uncharacteristic of you not to launch straight into your limbo, flinging yourself into her mountain of pillows knowing they’d break your fall. she senses; something’s different this time.

and you prove her right once again when you shyly start. “neji-nee,” you mumble, fidgeting with your sweater cuff. “can i ask you about something?”

nejire pushes her chair back, opening her arms to guide you onto her lap. “of course, sweetheart. what is it?” you hesitate standing before her, unsure whether you’re to sit or stand between her knees, and she huffs before wrapping a slender hand around your wirst to yank you onto her lap. “tell me.”

“it’s, uh,” you blink slowly, trying to find the smallest possible amount of words to get the right message across. “it’s this guy.”

something burns in nejire’s chest. she isn’t sure what it is. “a guy?” she gasps. why does she feel like her smile’s being forced onto her mouth? “who is this guy?”

“no one! just this boy from my class. he, uh, asked me out.” you look at her, pretty blue eyes so trustworthy and beautiful. “i don’t— i don’t know whether i should go. a lot of people say he’s kinda— kinda a troublemaker. ‘chako even told me he just wanted to get in my pants.”

the fire grows warmer. “oh? does he, now?” her hand comes up to stroke your cheek, the soft pads of her fingertips cool against your skin. “and what did you wanna ask me?”

you freeze, breathing a little staggered. “i don’t know, actually,” you confess. “i just wanted to tell you.”

“do you want him to fuck you?” she can’t believe such a crude word just passed her lips, but in the moment, she can’t find it in herself to care. “do you like him?”

“neesan, i—”

“come on, baby,” she grins. you catch a glint of something cruel in her eyes, just a flicker of coveting green in her deep blues. “you can tell me anything.”

you stay silent, closing in on yourself in her lap. there isn’t anything you need to tell her, want to tell her. you just wanted to tell somebody in hopes someone could tell you what to do, whether to go with him or not. but instead nejire-nee’s rubbing the plush skin of your thigh, trying to coax something that isn’t there out of you.

she finally figures out what it is that’s corroding her lungs, the acrid, putrid acidity of jealousy that came with the prospect of losing you. you’re her little sister, her little baby to love and protect. she couldn’t let you go. she can’t, especially not to some half-baked boy who won’t know what it means to please a woman. she holds you so tight, so close to herself, and decides.

she has to show you want it means to feel good.

right? that’s the perfect way to make you stay. to give you all you want and more, to have you begging and panting to cum, for a release. nejire-nee needs to show you that she can give you anything and everything, tear down the moon and serve it to you on a platter.

and so she does. she’s cooing in your ear, telling you, “gonna make you feel good! you need to know this, what it means to cum, what it means to squirt.” she grits her teeth, her palms pushing apart your thighs, massaging the skin dangerously close to your heat. “want you to have a good first time, baby.”

you’re hesitant. “isn’t this— this is wrong, nee-san,” you whisper, but you can’t help the growing dampness under your panties as her fingers drift closer to your cunt. “i don’t— is this—”

“stop thinking so much,” she smiles. “let nee-san make you feel good, okay? forget all about that stupid boy. let me show you how much i love you.”

that’s how you end up on her bed, panties hanging off your ankle with nejire’s head between your thighs, sucking and licking your gushing pussy. you’re gasping, whining as you try your hardest to clamp your legs together, but she won’t let you. it all feels so new, so unfamiliar. “what— what are you doing? what—” your words twist into a moan when her fingers come up to rub messy circles against your sensitive nub. “what is that? what are you—”

“this is your clit, baby,” she explains, breath fanning on your soaked folds. she rubs a little quicker and your back arches, hips bucking into her touch. “it’s your sweet spot. makes you feel so tingly, right?”

“mmhm! mmhm,” you whine. “can you– can you rub it a little more? just a little— agh, fuck, faster?”

“like this?” she mumbles, her pace quickening. “how does it feel, sweetie?”

something’s building, growing in the pit of your belly. your brows furrow, eyes fluttering shut. “it feels— weird, nee-san,” you whisper. “like i-i’m gonna. gonna p-pee.”

nejire’s lips quirk into a small smile. “yeah? that means you’re about to cum.” her lips kiss your slit sweetly, before her tongue darts out to suckle on your clit alongside her fingers. “gonna make you cum, okay? just let go. feel good.”

and then her fingers stop rubbing, trailing down, down a little to prod at your slit. a small sound rips out of your throat as she pushes in. “what— what is—”

“‘s my finger inside you!” she chirps, her single digit pumping in and out of your pussy happily. “lemme put another one in. please, baby? let nee-san?”

you nod dazedly, mewling as her fingers stretch your virgin pussy out. you have never had anything inside you before, let alone two foreign fingers fucking into you, making lewd squelch, squelch sounds. it makes you delirious with pleasure, gripping the sheets and twisting it in your fingers. “ah, ah, nee-san,” you mumble. “it feels like im gonna go— go pee!”

“that's not pee, baby, it's cum,” she giggles quietly, and then something hits you— her fingers are crooking teasingly against your walls, against a spongey spot that has you gasping. “right there, huh?”

“nee-san, nee-san, i have to—”

“do it,” she whispers, tongue on your clit. “do it, do it for me. wanna see you cum, baby.”

you’re on the brink of tears, mouth agape. “nee-san, slow down, s-slow down—”

“tell nee-san you love her,” you hear her say. you peer down at her, mouth and lips and chin covered in your slick and slobber. her eyes are wide, almost deranged. “i’m showing you so much love, baby. tell me— please, tell me.”

your heart pounds. your brain is whirring, moving a mile a minute and you feel like you can’t breathe. everything, everything is so blurry except for her. except for your older sister, whose gripping your skin like you’re everything to her. like she needs you, like a lifeline, like she can’t let you go. and you’re looking at her, adoration and pleasure hazy in your eyes. and you whisper, just for you and her and the moon to hear, “i love you, nee-san.”

is this what heaven feels like? you’re groaning, mewling, back arching into nothingness yet you can feel everything so much more, the air against your nipples, nejire-nee’s fingers abusing your sticky, gummy walls, the curl in your toes. something washes over you, hard, flushes you against rocky breakwaters, pulsating pleasure in your belly. you’re chanting, “nee-san, fuck, nee-san!” as it overcomes you, and she doesn’t stop. lips still attached to your soft, warm folds, fingers hitting even deeper inside you.

nejire only slows down when you come down from your high, breathing evening out and your eyes glassy with tears. she pulls her fingers out, strings of slick and cum connecting you to her still as she brings them up to her lips, and hums. “sweet, so sweet.” she leans down, fingers slippery against your lips, spreading your cum on your mouth before kissing you messily. “tastes just the way i thought you would, baby.”

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nolpat0 · 3 years

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something like this | s. crosby

summary: sidney has always wanted someone like her and confess as much to her

wc: 1,573

warnings: mentions of hospital/injury, one sexual innuendo

The low, metronomic beeping of the monitor keeps a steady, consistent beat to the familiar, dulcet hum of a female voice. In his drugged, cloud nine-like haze, Sidney does his best imitation of a grin, the gloriously soothing tone of her words easing him out of his concern.

"Sid?" her whisper is followed by the warm press of her fingers against the skin of his upper arm, a sweet reminder of her unwavering support. "Are you awake?"

He is; but the boy fights the grin that is sure to give him away in order to keep the easy flow of her rambles going, enjoying her vivid stories and the giggle at the end of her words as she confesses the minuscule details of her day to him. She believes him to be fast asleep, for her words to be nothing but a useless hum, and he enjoys the unexpected imtimacy of the affectionate gesture.

"I see what you're doing," she speaks again, the edge of her words exploding into the melodic tumble of her soft laughter. However, she doesn't cease her talking. "I'll just keep talking and making a fool out of myself so you can pretend you're asleep."

Sidney can't help the glimmer of love that warms his hospital blanket-clad body, a small, tender smile tugging at the edges of his full lips, revealing himself. Her fingertips trail over the carved outline of his cheekbones and brush against his hair as he finally opens his coffee-colored eyes. He gives her a earnest smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling as his dark eyes travel over her face, his full, pink lips splitting open into a wide grin to reveal shining teeth. She mumbles a soft, calming greeting and caressed his cheek a second time with the tips of her fingertips.

“So you gonna fall asleep again so I can tell you what Mat did next?” She asks, the edges of her lips curled into a playful smirk as she teases him, fingers still running agaisnt the midnight strands of his short hair in a loving manner.

Sidney can’t help the gentle, genuine laugh that rumbles from his chest, his grip on the pale blue hospital blanket loosening as he lets his palm fall flat on the curve of her knee. He nods quickly, eager to keep hearing her soft speech and tease her back, “Yes of course. My bad.”

He doesn’t catch the small smile that lights up her face because his dark lashes are already falling flat agaisnt his faintly flushed cheeks. She doesn’t waste another second launching into a detailed discription of her colleague, Mat’s experience with a particularly awkward run in with their boss. As she gently lulled him farther into the comforting clutches of sleep, Sidney tried his very best to keep his facial expressions netural but failed quite badly, which propelled her further into making him laugh. As the tall hockey player felt sleep finally take him, he felt overwhelmed with the buzzing, delicious feeling of love. He was consumed by the complete love he held in his heart for the girl still talking and running her fingers through his hair. He was too deeply in love to even think properly. And Sidney loved every minute of it.

———

Sidney couldn’t feel the light press of her palm agaisnt his as the white lab coat clad doctor filled the couple in on his prognosis and what the steps leading them forward would look like, a detailed, and frankly terrifying process that would have Sidney recovering and ready to return on the ice in a month or so. His breath was strained through his lungs, his jaw dancing with a clenched muscle as he tried to reign in his fears and desire to lace up his skates without a practical thought about the nasty consequences. Sidney just wanted to return to the locker room and resume being captain, and knew the only way to that was through the plan the doctor was currently laying out. Which scared Sidney to his bones if he was allowed to be completely honest.

“Sid,” she called, eyes watching her boyfriend closely as the hospital room door clicked closed in the wake of the doctors exit. Nerves clung to her limbs but she shook them off in order to ease Sid and his tense posture. She tried again, more forcefully. “Sidney.”

His chin dips and he finally slides his cinnamon coloured eyes to lock onto hers, trying to mask his evident fears. But she knows him far too well to skip the flicker of fear shining in his irises or the slight quiver of nerves that shook his large hands. Instinctively, her palms slide over his, fingers knitting tightly with his in a subconscious attempt to ease his shaking.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she nods, refusing to break eye contact in order to get her confidence across. She could tell he was scared, as was she, but she understood that in the end, all would work out. And they would be ok.

“I know.” Sidney tries again, blatantly deflecting.

Her lips quirk into a soft, knowing smile, her eyes flickering up distractedly as she brushes his hair back from his forehead. She smiles deeper absentmindedly, a smile that Sidney adores with all his heart. He felt a tiny fraction of his terror fading away like ice thawing in his veins.

“You don’t have to act like you’re not worried, Sid.” her eyes dropped to hold his loving gaze, her lips set in a firm line. “You don’t have to always be the strong one. That’s what I’m here for.”

A tight breath eases from his lips as his eyes close lightly, his heart settling back into its former steady pace of calm at her carefully chosen words. He was grateful, for her presence and the pressure of her fingers in his and the weight of her words. He’d never experienced a love like hers, where she loved him wholly and unconditionally, allowing him to remove all his amored layers and bravado. He revealed his true self to her and she had only kissed him passionately and grinned like he’d given her the best gift she could receive, repeating her daily mantra of how much she loved him. Sidney had never felt more loved than he did at that moment. His heart swelled fondly at the memory, the edges of his lips turning up in a doting smile.

“Thank you,” he breathed, a little unsure of what exactly he was thanking her for, but the statement was truthful.

She responded with a light, fleeting kiss pressed to his temple, her palms reaching up to softly cup the sharp curve of his jaw. He waits with baited breath, but soon relaxes fully under her loving gaze content with just staring at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, the syllables falling softly from his chapped lips in a unintentional audible confession.

She blinks at the unguarded, genuine compliment she knows he must mean, when she’s been curled up in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside his bed for the past two days, sleepless nights smudged under her eyes and dressed in his old clothes. She feels the burn of her cheeks under his gaze and the compliment. Sidney catches the slight embarrassment and reaches out to brush his thumbs under her eyes. “You’re cute when you get flustered.”

She rolls her eyes in response, mouth curving into a mirthful grin.

“Yeah, yeah, why don’t you fall back asleep?”

Sidney reaches out and hooks his fingers the the belt loops of her jeans, pulling her closer and onto the narrow mattress, shifting his own body to accommodate hers. “Only if you sleep with me.” he replied, coffee coloured eyes gleaming with flirtatious mischief. His fingers don’t loosen their hold, instead going to grip her hips and pull her flush to his side, savouring the warmth radiating from her smaller figure now dwarfed by his size. She curls tightly to his side, fingers digging into the material of his shirt and leg falling over his as his palm cups the underside of her thigh before it gave away to her knee. She hums with a soft laughter, commenting that she’ll think about his desirous proposal, ignoring the fact they both knew she’d already complied. Sidney settled in with a long, adoration filled kiss to her hair that didn’t hold a drop of lust. He grins at the tired lilt to her voice as she mumbles softly into his thin shirt, the reverberations flowing through his chest. His fingertips smoothed over her hair as he breathed deeply, catching her familiar scent. “I love you so much.” Sidney whispered into the layers of her hair as she promptly fell asleep to the barley audible confession, meaning every syllable with his whole heart.

When her breathing has evened out, a soft almost imperceptible whistle of her breath as she falls into a deep, dream-less sleep upon his chest, fingers tightly curled in the material of his thin shirt, as if she can’t fathom letting him go, even in sleep, Sidney reveals his truest confession.

“I’ve always wanted to be loved by someone like you.” his words are hot and hit the top of her forehead before he kisses her skin. Sidney is quick to brush a stray eyelash from her cheek. “And now I have you. And I’m not letting you go.”

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before i fell // dm x reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: angst, talk of a breakup, mention of loss of virginity, mention of not eating, mention of not sleeping, pansy is kinda ooc and so is draco, the slytherins are assholes

a/n: i used a lot of olivia rodrigo lyrics bc i listened to SOUR while writing lol. lmk if i should add other warnings and happy reading babies!

you would be cliche and say that you fell in love the way that you fall asleep. slowly and then all at once. but you couldn’t because you didn’t. it wasn’t a john green novel and you weren’t hazel grace lancaster. falling in love wasn’t simple, and that description of it truly… didn’t describe anything. falling in love was more complicated than that. there were more layers to it than that. falling in love was rather… quick and unexpected. unexpected like snow in the middle of march. or rain when there’s not a cloud in sight. quick like waiting months for an event and finally when the time comes, it feels like you blinked and then it was over.

falling in love with draco malfoy was all of these things and more. falling in love with draco malfoy brought upon more layers than that. falling in love with draco malfoy brought pain. not just any kind of pain, no… horrible, heart wrenching, gut twisting pain. pain that began by bubbling itself in your chest right at the center of your heart, then slowly but surely worked it’s way outwards. encapsulating your entire body and making every inch of your body ache. pain like when you get attached to a character and the author kills them off. pain like when you finish your favorite book and you realize that you’re not truly in that universe and none of that actually happened. pain like when you’re two hours, fifteen minutes, and twelve seconds into avengers: infinity war and peter parker says “mr. stark, i don’t feel so good.” pain that you’ve never felt. pain that can’t be described. pain that you felt for days. pain.

you thought it was strange when the platinum blonde slytherin sought you out. he came to you one day while you sat silently at the black lake. you were alone, but only because you liked to be. you had friends of course, many actually, but you chose to be alone. the black lake was your place of solace. then along came draco. he sat beside you, a good distance away, but his presence was known. you looked to him for an explanation but he offered none. just smiled at you and turned to his notes, so you did the same. the second time he came, he sat closer, but still in silence. the third time is when he struck up conversation.

“yln, yeah?” he questioned.

“yn, actually. but yes, yn yln. and you’re draco malfoy?” you asked.

“i am,” he smirked at your knowledge of his name and then you returned to your studying. after that, the two of you talked every time he came and sat with you. short discussions about the weather or the potions assignment. you don’t know when, but soon they became longer. discussions of your day and your family. your interests and how you got your name. how you loved the rain and the stars and how you loved hogwarts, but you often missed home. draco knew you inside and out and you knew him—and before long, you called the tall, skinny blonde your boyfriend.

you walked the halls of hogwarts together, hand in hand. draco walked haughtily with a hard scowl and you with a bright smile. while you walked cheerfully and waved to your friends and to first years while draco glared at anyone who dared look at the two of you. he took you to parties in the slytherin common room and you wore his jersey proudly at quidditch games, even when he played against your house. he bought you lavish gifts at all of your trips to hogsmeade and he showered you in kisses, praise, and affection. you were whole heartedly smitten with the sole heir to the malfoy fortune.

it was one fateful day in the common room when your heart absolutely exploded. that was the day you knew that you fell in love with draco malfoy. you had been a thing for about two, going on three, months. you were sitting in the slytherin common room, reading in silence when he asked. you were pressed against his chest and he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “‘ve been meaning to ask you something,” he murmured gently. this caused you to close the book and turn your full attention to him. “want you to wear this,” he said, holding out a ring. “it’s the malfoy family crest.”

your stomach and your heart exploded into billions of butterflies and you launched yourself forward, straight into his chest. millions of emotions overcame you as you squeezed his neck as tight as possible. you nodded into his neck as a few stray tears fell. he kissed your head repeatedly as he slid the ring onto your finger before pressing his lips to your’s gently. you giggled excitedly as you stared down at the ring on your finger. “do you like it?” he asked you.

“i love it, dray. i love you. thank you s’much,” you confessed for the first time as you cuddled back into his chest. you don’t know what it was that made the blonde boy seek you out, but you’re glad he did. if only you knew the true nature of his intentions. but alas, you were oblivious.

it was the beginning of the school year, on the train to hogwarts. in the compartment of what was labeled as “the slytherin squad.” there sat theo nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, and—your now boyfriend—draco malfoy.

they were all sitting around, taking the piss out of draco for all of his past failed relationships when it was brought up. “i’ll bet malfoy couldn’t get a girl to fall in love with him if he paid her,” theo spoke.

“i’ll take that bet,” draco countered.

“alright. but we get to pick the girl,” blaise decided.

“what?” pansy asked as theo began to look around the compartment. it was a few minutes before he found the victim. it was then that your fate was sealed. there, sitting in the back corner, head tucked deep into a copy of the fault in our stars, was you. you. awkward and quiet. you with seemingly no friends. poor little unsuspecting you.

“that one,” nott smirked evilly.

“what the weirdo?!” draco exclaimed incredulously. “no way!”

“so then you forfeit?” blaise asked, causing draco to release a frustrated exhale.

“alright i’ll do it,” he rolled his eyes.

“then we give you five months. make yn yln fall in love with you in five months and we’ll do your homework for the rest of the year,” theo posed.

“and if i don’t?” draco asked.

“and when you don’t… thennn,” blaise taunted as he searched for a deal that was fair.

“then we get two hundred galleons each and you have to apologize to potter for making his life hell,” theo smirked. draco scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

“and what are my conditions?” he raised an eyebrow.

“she has to say it first. you can do anything you want or need to get her to say it, but you cannot say ‘i love you’ first,” blaise spoke.

“this doesn’t seem fair to yn,” pansy piped in.

“shut your mouth parkinson. no one asked your opinion,” theo growled with a roll of his eyes. but it was too late. there was absolutely nothing the girl could do to get the three to change their minds. she just had to sit idly by and watch draco malfoy break your heart as she said nothing. she wished that she could stop it, but their minds were made up. and the three of them were very stubborn.

it was a few days after draco gave you his ring when your bubble came crashing down. you were walking to meet draco at your spot at the black lake when blaise and theo intercepted you. you knew who they were, of course you did. they were your boyfriend’s best friends, however why they were currently speaking to you, you had no idea.

they told you it would be quick. that they just wanted to show you something in the slytherin common room and left little room for argument, so you had no choice but to follow them there. they sat you on the couch and began to discuss your relationship with draco. you were very confused and had no idea why you were here. “so… draco hasn’t told you?” blaise mocked a gasp of shock.

“no?” you raised a soft eyebrow as you stared on. this made theo smirk evilly as he pulled up a projector and pointed his wand at it. a picture appeared, it looked like a memory. “what’s this?” you asked before the boys urged you to ‘shh.’ you sunk further into the couch as you idly watched on.

you truly weren’t paying attention untill you heard the voice of your boyfriend. the words he spoke stung. you were soft. emotional. the way he spoke about you absolutely crushed you. it would crush anyone, but it shattered you especially. “she’s so fucking weird!” “i’ll take that bet.”

‘s all you were. all you ever were. just a stupid belt. another notch in his belt. it was that moment that draco had barged into the common room. but by then, it was already too late. the tears had already sprung to your eyes and you were preparing for a torrential downpour as you heard his voice. “i’m out!” he announced breathlessly. he froze in his run as his eyes fell on you and what was playing on the projector currently. “bunny…” he whispered softly as his hand touched your shoulder, but you quickly jerked away as if his hand had burned you on contact.

“don’t call me that. don’t touch me,” you demanded as the tears began to fall. “that’s all i was? a bet?” an involuntary whimper sounded from the depths of your throat. “i feel so stupid.” you shook your head.

“no, bunny please listen to me,” you didn’t allow the boy to finish as you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

“don’t call me that!” you demanded. “in fact don’t call me at all. don’t… don’t talk to me draco. ever again. i can’t believe i fell for your stupid joke. i feel so… i feel like an idiot,” you spoke. you shook your head, hastily wiping at your eyes untill you saw stars. it was then that you decided to walk away.

“YN STOP!” draco yelled. “LISTEN to me,” he demanded.

“NO!” you shouted as you turned to face him finally. “godric draco, i wish you would’ve thought this through before i went and fell in love with you,” you sniffled as you wiped your snot on your sweater sleeve.

“yn please just let me explain. please listen to me, please,” he begged.

“i feel like you betrayed me,” you shook your head. “i told you everything. you were my everything. draco i loved you. i actually loved you. i thought you loved me too but i guess you’re just a really good actor,” you sniffled once more. “i hate you draco. i really fucking hate you. i don’t want to hear your bullshit explanation because i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i’m hurting right now.”

“it was a bet!” draco shouted as you walked away, hand on the door knob. you scoffed as you muttered a sarcastic, ‘no shit.’ “that’s how it started yes, but then i got to know you. i figured out who you were. i learned that your favorite color is yfc and that you prefer night over day because you love the stars and that your favorite star is scorpius and you would name your son after that star one day. i learned that you love to read and you love when it storms but you're afraid of the thunder. you only dance when you’re drunk and you giggle when you’re nervous and i love that giggle. with everything in me i do. your favorite book is yfb and you choose to be alone but you let everyone be your friend. you’re gorgeous. inside and out and while it may have started as a bet, somewhere along the lines i fell in love with you so yn please. please don’t leave,” he whispered the last part as his voice came out broken.

you took a deep breath in before you began to speak. “you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. i’d say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that,” you shook your head as you furiously wiped at your eyes again. “i gave you my all draco. you were my first everything. i gave you my virginity for merlin’s sake. all to find out that i was just some stupid bet,” you scoffed.

“yn please believe me when i say that you’re so much more than that,” he begged again. “i came to tell them that they won. that i wanted out because i fell in love with you too!”

“it doesn’t matter if you don’t see me as a bet any longer. the fact is that you did. i’m worth so so much more than that.” your breaths were ragged as you spoke. “i really wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.” you repeated with a small sniffle. “don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?” you were openly sobbing at this point.

“yn please believe me when i tell you how sorry i am…” he spoke softly.

“don’t tell me you’re sorry. feel sorry for yourself. because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” with this you turned away from him. you hastily opened the door and practically ran out of the common room and away from him.

at that moment you decided to forget about it. draco, and the bet, and love, and everything. like in the vampire diaries, you decided to turn your emotions off. you laid in your dorm crying for hours before you made that decision, however. your dorm mates checked on you often, but you never offered more than merely a half hearted shrug, letting them know that you were still alive, but barely breathing. you skipped classes and meals. you were a mere shell of yourself. it was about two weeks before you could face draco again. and even then you couldn’t truly. you went into the great hall and found “the slytherin squad” sans draco.

pansy looked at you sympathetically while theo and blaise basked in the glow of their new victory. you pulled the ring off carelessly as you stopped in front of them, hair disheveled and uniform askew. you had dark bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you’d gotten in the past fourteen days and your eyes were rimmed red with the weight of your emotions. “c’you just give this back to malfoy,” you murmured half-heartedly as you dropped the ring on the table in front of the three. just speaking his name brought you pain.

your shoulders were sunken in defeat and you were but a shell of your usual cheerful self. you don’t even know when the last time you saw daylight or had fresh air was. “wait yln,” pansy called hesitantly. you turned to face her, still staring down at your mary janes as you pulled and twisted your fingers untill you heard your knuckles pop. “you… you really love him, don’t you?”

you just shrugged your right shoulder as you used the heel of your palm to wipe the snot from your rapidly reddening nose. “i was just some stupid bet,” you replied as tears begin to spill rapidly over your waterline.

“if it’s any consolation… it was those two bozos’ idea,” pansy told you as she pointed to blaise and theo.

“doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “he’s still a traitor,” you answered as you walked away, forgetting all about the slytherin prince and his stupid friends. forgetting all about how he hit you with a train of his “love.” forgetting all about how for three months he was your everything. forgetting all about how he wrote to his mum about you and you wrote to your parents about him. forgetting all about draco malfoy. the platinum blonde boy with stormy grey eyes who had a long story buried beneath his haughty exterior. the boy who you called your first. your first kiss. your first time. your first love. forgetting all about the boy that made you fall in love just to tell you it was all a bet.

attempting to revert back to how you were before you fell.

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