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beom9yus · 7 months

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dare - choi soobin x reader

: soobin x genderless reader

: oral-soobin receiving, cum eating?tasting? pretty much it

: 2k words - just simply wanted to write about sucking him off LOL

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stare at your friend who was laying down on the hospital room bed. He’s looking away with a cute bunny pout as you laugh in his face. “How did you-how did you manage to break both your wrists and parts of your fingers?” You start shaking as you bite your bottom lip, trying to hold back from laughing in his face. You feel your cheekbones plump up from smiling, not being strong or mature enough to have a serious face.

His hands that are in casts almost all the way up to his elbows, are currently on the side of his body, one hand being mostly free, casted from his lower palm downwards. Meanwhile the right was entirely sculpted in a cast. Sadly for Soobin, you couldn’t help but guffaw. It was too funny. He’s annoyed now, raising his upper body up to quietly yell at you. He furrows his brows as he tells you, “Stop. It’s not even that funny. Hyuka dared me to do a cartwheel and I made it to the part where my hands are on the ground, and my legs in the air… and I have no clue what happened next. I’m going to be double handless for who knows how long.”

“You’re literally the last person anyone should dare when it comes to doing anything physical. Over six feet and you’re bad at anything that has to do with using your body.” He rolls his eyes and tries to cross his arms as he realizes he can’t, not properly at least. He just responds with, “yeah yeah whatever.”

You think again about Soobin trying to do a cartwheel and you start to feel yourself cry from the amount of giggles and chortling, hands wrapped around your stomach. “Damn Binnie, how are you going to do anything now? You quite literally need both your hands for almost everything.” You wipe some of the tears that rolled down your face, “By the way, did the rest of the group come already? I haven’t checked my phone since I got your call…Wait, how did you even call me?”

Looking unamused, he replies, “I had Hyuka dial you for me for your information. And yeah, they came already, you’re the last one to get here.” He looks like he’s thinking and he raises his head, looking ahead, and his eyes widen, “holy shit you’re right, how am I gonna do anything. How am I going to-“ he stops mid sentence as his ears redden. You quickly catch on. “Dude, you’re nasty.”

“Shut up, you’re the one that’s thinking weird stuff. Also, I’m probably going to have to see if I’ll be excused for some assignments or something? I’ll have to figure it out.”

“Well I’m not doing your assignments for you.”

You guys continue bickering like children until you’re both finally quiet.

You hum as you finally calm down and sit next to him.

“Hey, when are they letting you go home?”

“Tomorrow. They have to do extra checkups or something, I don’t know.”

You nod as you finally ask him if he needs anything else and he tells you no, but it seems like he changed his mind. “Actually, can you change the channel for me? This is boring.”

A day goes by, and both you and Soobin enter your shared space, finally getting home after they let him go. Obviously unable to drive, you had to bring him home. “Okay Soobin, welcome home again, don’t try to do any fancy aerobics for a while okay?” He just sighs, rolling his eyes, “ha ha. You’re so funny.” You shoot him a quick evil smile as you sit down on the couch. He decides to sit next to you as you put on some random movie. Most of the week is normal, Soobin able to do some low level things with one hand, and asking for your help with what he can’t.

It was a quiet day when you entered the apartment. You put down the bags of groceries as you started heading towards Soobin’s room, asking if he wanted food. That’s when you hear him curse, “Shit, ow.” You thought he hurt his hand and needed something as you entered the room.

“Hey Soobin, you need help with somethin-“

You widen your eyes in shock as you see him sitting on his gaming chair, sweatpants around his thighs, as his almost cast free hand is on his member. You struggle as you slowly step back, trying to look anywhere but at him.

“Fuck I-I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked. Let’s just forge-“

He doesn’t look that embarrassed, instead of hiding, he places his right arm over his face, voice shaking, “Y/n help me please. Please.”

You stop in your tracks as you try to process what he just said. “What?”

He turns his face away and you can see how red his ears and side of his cheeks are. Left hand still on his dick, he starts answering you with a quiet and quivering voice, “it’s-it’s been more than a week since I’ve gotten off and I just…I just can’t. It hurts to try because of this stupid fucking cast, it’s too high up on my palm so it hurts me, a-and it’s my left hand so it’s harder. Please y/n, I wouldn’t want to ask you something this humiliating, I just need to get off. If..if you’re uncomfortable I understand too, I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away.”

You kind of feel bad for the guy…

You deeply breathe in and out once, “Okay. I’ll help you. Only this once. I don’t want our friendship to get all weird, you’re important to me you know.” He lifts his head up as he looks at you, shaking his head quickly, “it won’t! It won’t, I promise! Please, just do something. Anything.”

You go up to him as he watches you, his heart racing fast. It’s not like he hadn’t dreamt or thought of this once or twice. Maybe a thousand times. It’s not my fault, he thinks, he just thinks you’re the cutest person ever, no big deal. You get on your knees as you remove his hand from his dick. You wondered how you should help him, not realizing you were staring at it. He flushed at the way you were seemingly staring so intently, feeling his dick twitch. He was glad his hands were restrained, or else he would’ve lifted you up and kissed you by now.

You hear Soobin whisper above you, “Y/n…”

“Oh. Sorry..um…” you quickly spit in your hand as you wrap your hand around him, unable to close the gap between your index finger and thumb. You see the way he gasps and slightly jumps from the feeling, liking the way your hand looks and feels on his dick. You stroke his dick shyly, unsure of what he even likes when it comes this kind of stuff. You guys were close, but never talked about anything this sexual before.

You look up at him nervously, and if Soobin was in some kind of cartoon, he’d probably be like those guys where you could see their hearts beat out of their chest. Your hands feel so soft on him, and he could tell the way you were apprehensive on what you wanted to do. Soobin trying to help, tells you, “harder, fuck, a little more, please.”

You do as he tells you, seeing him moan quietly as he rolls his head back a little, bunny lips slightly opened. Your eyes divert back to his length in your hands, seeing how pretty it was. It felt hot and heavy against your palm. As you continued to look, a thought appeared: you wanted it in your mouth. Your body shifts at the thought, suddenly feeling hot as you swivel your thumb around his head, letting his precum smear against it, and you drag what you can down to his base.

You look up to see Soobin with his head rolled back, breathing heavily, distracted from the way you were making him feel. You didn’t know, but Soobin was doing his best not to look at you too much or else he fears he might come too quick, wanting this to last.

You take this as an opportunity, and you bite your lips as your face gets closer towards his dick. Opening your mouth, you finally take in his head. You taste him, sensing how he feels against your tongue. He gasps loudly as he involuntarily and softly places his hands, or in this case, casts, on your hair, taken by surprise. He accidentally bucks up his hips, making the cutest face you’ve seen. You look up at him with big eyes, tip of his dick in your mouth.

Soobin swears he’s dreaming. He caresses your hair with his partly free hand as his breathing gets heavier, now panting at you slowly taking him into your soft, wet mouth more. His hair’s on his forehead, almost covering his eyes as he rolls them back, holding back from thrusting into the back of your mouth. He cries out at the feeling of you running your tongue on the underside of his dick, feeling his vein as your tongue moves against it. His abs flex due to his movements, his panting getting heavier and heavier by the second.

You like the heavy feeling of him on your tongue, and you start to focus on breathing through your nose more, taking almost all of him in your mouth. With your hands on his thighs, you start moving your head as you suck in your cheeks, wanting to see him break down. You suddenly hear and see him whimper, cute sounds flooding your ears, and it travels straight to your core. You see the way he closes his eyes, his eyebrows creasing close together, small scowl on his face from the pleasure, and the way he was building up a sweat just from getting sucked off. He looked good.

You relax the best you can as you try to take him in deeper. You feel his head hit the back of your throat as you slightly choke, eyes watering and throat closing down. He looks down at you as he moans loudly, seeing your eyes wet and teary, making them shine while looking up at him, watching, seeing if you’re making him feel good. Your hand lets go of one of his thighs as you jerk off the rest of what you can’t fit in your mouth.

You decide to try to deep throat him once more, taking him in all the way towards the back of your mouth, holding still once you feel his tip prod against the back of your soft tissue. Soobin moans and whimpers at the feeling of your throat constricting his dick, and tries his best not to lift his hips up, no matter how bad he wants to. “Ah shit, y/n…y/n feels too good, not-not gonna last like this.”

You ignore him as you hear his sounds, whines spilling from his pretty pink lips as you continue to deep throat him. You moan at how needy you were starting to get, and Soobin almost cums, holding back like he has been this entire time because there’s no way he wants it to end any time soon. He looks down at you again, and sees how you’re drooling now, eyes, cheeks and nose red, your eyes big and watery, your lashes stuck together from the wetness. You go as deep as you can, choking around him as your nose almost touches his pelvis.

This was the last straw for Soobin as he lets out a final moan and whine of your name as you remove yourself from him and feel his hot seed hit your face. You hear him continue to pathetically whimper as Soobin’s body is still tensing as he continues to come a lot, hot ropes of cum landing on your tongue as you stick it out, wanting to taste every part of him.

Maybe his body wasn’t bad at everything, you’d have to find out.

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midnightmusic96 · 4 months

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who is this? n.SSign? I've never heard of them but OMG are they rocking this!! I FUCKING LOVE THIS! LET'S ROCK BOYS

I'm going to look up this song and them after the show, that was so amazing!

Also can the crowd please wake up!

xikers is full of energy!! I love their rock sound too!

OMG WHAT IS THIS CHOREO IT'S SO MUCH FUN!!! (but also so tiring - you have my respect boys)

Camera please

Did KQ have a sale on those half mics? LOL

that handless cartwheel!

AND WE HAVE THE FIRST GROUP TO HIT ALL 3 OF MY CRITERIA!!!

#SBS Gayo Daejun #SBS Gayo Daejun 2023 #liveblogging #nSSign #xikers

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senior70 · 2 years

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On that “Later Time in Life”

Ok, I agree that I am probably older than many on social media but I am offended by and I do question the aegist assumptions that tend to be habitually tied to the word "Old". What does "old" mean and imply?

A dictionary defines "old" as "a later time in life". Well, that sounds a rather a general definition, but with life expectancy in North America being 77 years for men and 81 for women, a "later time in life" can be assumed to be the upper tercile or perhaps quartile of that span. From what is loosely called "Middle Aged", the transition to the "later time in life" for men would start at 51 (the final third of their lives, or at 57 (the final quarter of their lives). For women, the equivalent points of transition would be 53 and 60.

Our culture falsely decries the process of aging, trapping us in a costly cycle of denial and loading the word "old" with a multitude of negative connotations. In an effort to sidestep the word I prefer to refer to myself as "elderly", but in fact this word is a collective noun describing all who are in this "later time in life”.

Like so many words in the English language, the definition of the word "old" is loose enough that everyone likely has a personal idea of what the word means to them. After all, nobody can really make it clear to me at what precise surficial area a "puddle" becomes a "pond", a pond becomes a"lake" or a lake becomes a "sea". The word "old" is similarly imprecise.

As noted, our culture views "old" very negatively, readily associating it with other words such as "grey", "wrinkled", "frail", "lame", "doddering", "incapable", "incontinent" "balmy", "decrepit" and many others which together form a depressing picture of somewhere we do not wish to go in a hurry.

However, while these words do indeed describe some less fortunate seniors, they do not well describe many more. It is said that "age is just a number" and numbers by themselves, though they carry cultural messages, are not in fact significant in describing those in "a later time in life”.

Almost anyone in this "later time of life" will likely agree that in their experience, their minds age less rapidly than their bodies. All, I'm sure, have been tempted at some time to do something, such as a hike up a mountain or do a handless cartwheel, at which their bodies scream "No, no, no, don't even think of trying.”

The fact is some bodies and some minds begin to falter well before others. There is no manual or "green book" stating a correlation between age and condition.

Some cultures revere their elderly. With age comes wisdom, a long life of experience and a family heritage that calls for respect and care. Their elderly are treated as "elders", less active physically but rich sources of wise advice and guidance. To them, persons of advanced years are seen as a privilege not awarded to all, and an important remaining influence in their culture.

Yes, I am "up there" in number, but far from being "an old fossil" or an "old clunker". I do admit to a remarkable number of blemishes that have rudely appeared on my once almost perfect body (well, pretty good, anyway) and gravity seems to have had its way with me, though, again, I am far from being a "saggy, baggy elephant". Somewhat like my 26 yr old truck, the engine and transmission are doing fine, some odd noises aside, but it does have its share of dents and scratches and there is rust in places one seldom bothers to look. The cylinders have lost some compression and it doesn't zip about the way it used to. It stops pretty well, though it never did have those fancy anti lock brakes, and under the hood it still looks uncomplicated, with little in the way of emission sensors or pollution controls. There are indeed still quite a number of kilometres left to go.

And about that myth that the elderly lose their libido and interest in sex, and being sexy. Again, this is another broad generalization that applies to some but not others in their "later time in life". True, the long used male semi automatic is likely replaced with an older single shot model which requires reloading between discharges, and feminine lubrication products may now figure on the shopping list more prominently. Our prime sex organ is our brain, and as said, the brain tends to age much less rapidly than our bodies in the "later time of life". As one of my "old" friends remarked in the coffee shop while eying a pair of long legs beneath a short summer skirt, "I ain't dead yet.”

So, please, those of you in the first two terciles of your years, put aside this unfair ageism. We in the "later time of our lives" have long life experience, possibly some wisdom to offer, certainly tales to tell, and should not to be discounted or stigmatized by broad characterizations based upon our numerical age. There is no specific age at which one comes to depend upon Depends.

A few of the elderly, myself excluded, are still climbing mountains and running marathons, and illustrating to the world that age in years is just a number. Our actual sense of age is largely governed by our brain and what age we think we are.

Take note, you younger folk, for, if fortunate, you will one day be one of us in our "later time of life”.

senior70.

#132

#aging

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artmill-danaan · 3 years

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princessonionelsa · 4 years

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Come a Little Closer

Come a Little Closer - A Rainbow Snowcone Fanfic for Tumblr

Tooth swung around on the bars, her feet carrying her around before she shot off them and up onto a nearby ledge. Grinning, she looked back and saw him just behind her, his hands in his hoodie pockets like the show off he was, feet landing perfectly in place as he did spins and twists just using his legs from knee joint down. Show off.

Shaking her head, she looked up and pulled up until she was atop the brick structure. Taking three steps, she pelted over the edge of the building, proceeding to leap back and forth between walls so as to catch herself again and again as she worked her way down.

Long rainbow ribbons danced from her hair, which was just as colorful as the ribbons. Usually, she was against the idea of wearing such things let alone leaving her hair down while she did her Parkour, but this was a special event. Somewhere behind her, she could hear as the two drones following her and Jack echoed through the space they were in.

"Gonna catcha!" came a call and she twisted slightly mid jump to find Jack once again showing off as he kept his hands in his pockets and leap-frogged from wall to wall, using no footholds or handholds and choosing instead to just launch through the air like a sprite on the wind. Tooth pouted and continued down even as Jack came to a stop at the bottom.

"I'm still a beginner!" she groaned before they were off again.

Jack proceeded to do various flips and tricks over benches and down stairways, Tooth just behind, smiling as she did little cartwheels and hands only moves that even Jack couldn't boast. It was a fun thing to do every once and a while. Something that connected them.

There was even a joke around the Parkour Community that she was the Tooth Fairy and he was Jack Frost. Not bad as far as names went but jeeze, seriously? It wasn't as if they had wings or powers.

Finally, they came to a stop at the edge of a fountain and Jack hopped up onto the top, the water sliding beneath his feet as he stood there proudly with one hand in his pocket as the other held out to her. Tooth grinned and raced up, boots getting wet as the drones danced around them before the two humans were holding each other.

"Hold on tight," Jack whispered as he bowed his head and closed his eyes. Tooth knew what was coming and closed her eyes as well, bowing her head to touch his chest, seeing as she was just tall enough to reach it. They held onto each other before Jack tipped back and there was a bright light before a splash and Tooth would have laughed if not for the water of the deep fountain covering them.

"Well, that was fun," Jack laughed as he turned off the drone that had followed him. Beside him, a soaked Tooth was grinning as she checked her drone and turned it off as well. "Maybe next time we should try some computer graphs? Wouldn't that be cool?"

"Ah, shut up. You know I'm crappy with those things," the girl complained as she finished with her drone and set it aside. "Soooo..."

He turned to her and laughed before smiling. His teeth were so perfect! She loved it when Jack smiled. Maybe there was more to this Tooth Fairy stuff than she first thought? "Come here."

They scooted in close and Tooth closed her eyes as his lips found hers.

They were both soaked through from their drop into the fountain and were both tired from their run. Yet somehow it was so much easier to breath when he was right there next to her. Every time they did this, it made her feel so warm and happy inside. He brought her so much joy.

But his kisses? She'd fight nightmares for them.

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Author's note : Okay, so I had some fun with this one. Maybe it was one too many Assassin's Creed Cosplay Parkour Videos I ran across? I honestly don't know. The idea of a human Jack being the king of Handless Parkour sounds like the most awesome thing and I wish I could draw this. Anyone up for the challenge? So, no connections this time, but I hope you all like it! More to come!

#Tooth #Jack #Jackfrost #Jack Frost #Toothiana #Rainbow Snowcone #rainbowsnowcone #day 2 and going strong!!#I have so many feels for this #we stan handless parkour in this house but do not try it at home!#I think I punned a bit and I don't really care #the cat writes

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beerecordings · 4 years

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Anti running at JJ bc he needs to escape the cone of shame but JJ thought it was an attack (because how could you not be scared of a guy flailing a knife and running towards you) so he starts running and Anti follows because tiny man is best at hiding show me your ways so JJ tries to jump out a second floor window to escape and Anti just goes “do a backflip” so he does and Anti is so stunned that Marvin and the rest have time to catch up and jam the cone back onto his head :)

kadjdnkgdr i LOVE JJ being able to backflip, I love that part in my brother’s keeper where Chase is like “let’s go for a walk!” and JJ just starts cartwheeling around haha. he can do backflips, fancy gymnastics flips, handless cartwheels, etc. he thought it was pretty normal until he met other people and they were like “ummm no actually I can’t do that??” except Jackie maybe haha

yeah i don’t think Anti would like a cone on his head very much at all, would he?

#soft!anti #i think hahah

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lgcrp · 3 years

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◔ ┈ LOADING … TRAINEE PROFILE INITIATED !

KOO DANYI ( READ MORE HERE )

AGE 22 ( 16 JANUARY 1999 )

TRAINED FOR 6 MONTHS ( SIGNED JANUARY 2021 )

INTRODUCTION VIDEO FOUND … PRESS PLAY ?

the silence before the camera starts filming is deafening and filled with anxiety for danyi. she is unaccustomed with the whole process: a lens following her every movement, mishaps and awkwardness on full display for anyone to see, the pressure of appeasing the viewer with an extremely polished, if somewhat fake, version of her own self, and everything in between. this is a challenge, the first of many under legacy, surely not the last and danyi, all too new to this whole hidden world, sets her inhibitions aside to give it a bit of her own magic touch.

she starts off easy and confident: as soon as the person behind the camera gives her the go signal, danyi starts off with a couple handless cartwheels, promptly landing where ‘x’ marks the spot on the floor before starting on the greetings and her introduction.

“hello! i’m koo danyi and i’m one of the newest additions to legacy. i got signed on january of this year, just a few days before my birthday actually!”

her smile lights up her whole face, a feature she’s come to know well and fully make use of in dire situations and it comes in handy now too, paired with her limited and all too insecure vocabulary. she stutters a bit, words coming out quieter at times, making less of an impression than she’d like, but no matter. the beginning was the hard part.

“i’m 22 years old and only recently moved back here to be closer to my family. umm…in terms of skills…i don’t really have many, except for my gymnastics which you already got a glimpse of and my songwriting, which hopefully you’ll get to see and fully experience at a later date.”

uncertainty stops the girl in her tracks and she braves a glance at the employee filming her, a sole thumbs up the only indicator that she is on the right track.

“please do look forward to the future and to my development as a fully fledged artist, one that hopefully will get to write her own songs and one that you can proudly be a fan of!”

INTERESTED ? REACH OUT TO THE TRAINEE !

#kim jennie #blackpink #lgc:accepted

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the-jade-cross · 3 years

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A Burning Soul - Chapter 2

Zuko strode back and forth, creating a pattern on the other side off the clump of bushes that his uncle had banished him to. It was one thing to be banished by one’s father and to then be put on the run when one’s sister tries to trick you into coming home only to try and capture you. It was a totally different thing when your uncle wouldn’t let you near the person you cared deeply about whilst he bandaged said cared for person.

Uncle Iroh made the excuse that since Zuko was still a lad and wasn’t married, he should remain a gentleman and give Raven/Shira space. Of course, Iroh was apparently a more appropriate candidate for tending to Raven’s wounds than Zuko because he had married. That was what Iroh told Zuko anyway.

Finally, Zuko couldn’t stand being patient anymore and pushed through the bushes, “Uncle, how is….” He froze when he took in the sight before him. Iroh had laid the girl on her jacket so that she wouldn’t get covered in soil. She was lying on her back while Iroh had been winding bandages around her upper arms and waist. Zuko couldn’t see the extent of the burns but there were no bandages yet on her left arm and there was a long red puffy gash that was oozing blood, surrounded by red hot burns.

“Zuko,” Iroh whispered, knowing full well that the main reason he sent Zuko off whilst he bandaged Raven was because he knew that Zuko would lost his mind if he saw Raven like this.

The boy slowly stumbled out of the bushes and over to the girl before falling on his knees on the other side of her, across from his uncle.

“Raven,” Zuko breathed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her closed eyes. “How bad is it uncle?” Iroh shook his head, “It’s bad. We need to find a town or place somewhere soon. She will not wake if she is not treated properly…. The longer it takes to wake her…. the more chances there will be that she will never wake.” Zuko’s head snapped up and his eyes widened in fright. Iroh finished bandaging the girl’s arm and pulled her sleeve down. Reaching over, he patted Zuko on the shoulder.

“Keep an eye on her. If you keep talking to her, it may help to bring her out of it,” Iroh explained.

Silently the old man got up and went off to look for food while he left his nephew with the girl. Zuko looked down at the girl and hesitated a few times before scooting closer and scooping up her head into his arms. Gently, he laid her head on his lap before slowly running his fingers through her long black hair.

“Hey Raven,” He whispered. “Do you remember the day of my fourteenth birthday… It was four months before I was banished and you…. Lost your memories. You probably don’t remember it… but I remember it perfectly to this day….”

FLASHBACK

“Good morning Prince Zuko!” a young stable boy called.

Zuko smiled and waved as he hurried out of the palace into the courtyard in search of Shira. He finally found her by the pond with Ty Lee and Mei. Luckily, Azula always found an excuse to never be around Zuko on his birthday since even their father had insisted that the siblings be civil to each other on the other’s birthday.

Of course, Zuko never minded that Azula was absent on his birthday since it meant that he could spend time with Shira without being worried that Azula would spoil it.

“Do it again!” Ty Lee squealed.

Shira took a running start before doing a handless cartwheel in the air, landing firmly on both legs, her long blond hair flapping about in her face. Mei and Ty Lee chuckled when Shira had to part her hair to clear her face.

However, Ty Lee was the first to notice Zuko’s appearance and waved her hand, “Morning Prince Zuko!” The boy smiled as he hurried over. The three girls quickly curtsied and Zuko waved it off cheerfully.

“Having a pleasant birthday?” Mei inquired.

Zuko nodded, “Yes, thank you.”

However, as he turned his eyes on Shira, he found her eyes wide in shock and her face pale. What he didn’t know was that the girl had completely forgotten it was Zuko’s birthday, thus forgetting to prepare something for his birthday.

After about an hour of playing cartwheeling with Shira and Ty Lee, Mei and Ty Lee went off in search of Azula, leaving Zuko alone with Shira at last. The boy looked over at Shira who was walking in circles by the pond, gnawing on the curve of her pointer finger in deep thought.

“Say, what’s wrong Shira?” the boy inquired.

Shira didn’t seem to hear him so Zuko approached the girl and bent down, so his face was right in front of hers, making Shira jump.

“What’s on your mind?” he inquired.

“Oh…. Erm…. Well…. prince Zuko…. I er….. I kinda forgot to make you something for your birthday.” Zuko’s eyes widened and a huge grin filled his face, “Is that all? Shira, you don’t have to worry about giving me anything for my birthday. You being my friend is more than enough.” “But I want to give you something!” Shira objected, suddenly becoming stubborn and clenching her hands together in determination. “You’re always being so kind to me and I feel like your birthday is the best time to return it!” Zuko chuckled as he leant over and wrapping his arms around her, drew her close to his body in a hug, “Don’t worry about it Shira.” Shira felt her face heat up at how fast Zuko’s heart was beating against her ear. Biting on her bottom lip, she gently pushed away from the boy and looked up at him. Already at age fourteen, Zuko was a head taller than the petite girl who had grown very little since she had arrived in the fire nation.

“Actually,” she whispered. “I do have something for you. Close your eyes.” Zuko chuckled before he obliged, closing his eyes with a smile on his lips. Shira pursed her lips together in thought. This was a lot harder than she thought. Finally, she placed her hands on his shoulders and gave herself a little boost onto her tiptoes before pressing her lips softly to his. When she drew back, she noticed Zuko’s eyes were wide in surprise and she was about to step back when Zuko bent down, capturing her lips in another kiss, so gentle and sweet that it made Shira want to cry.

“I apologize Prince Zuko,” the girl whispered as she stepped back. “This was all I could think of to give you….” Zuko smiled, capturing the girl’s hands in his, making him look up at her, “It is the best birthday present that I could ever hope for.”

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Zuko came trudging back into the camp, having managed to catch nothing for dinner. This had become his usual routine the past few weeks. Try to find something to eat, return and make sure his uncle hadn’t done anything stupid before he would go and stay by Raven’s side for most of the day. His uncle had allowed him to change her bandages after the extent of the wounds had digressed so that Zuko didn’t have to see the extent of what some of them were. That was the main reason why he had insisted on Zuko not tending to Raven’s wounds the first few days because he knew that it wouldn’t help the fury that was bubbling in his nephew’s heart.

“Zuko,” Iroh said as his nephew returned to the camp. The old man was squatting near the ground with his back to Zuko. “You remember that flower I told you might be made into tea…” Zuko froze, “You didn’t.”

“I did,” Iroh replied. “And it wasn’t.” He turned around to reveal that he was covered in red rashes and Zuko jumped in fright.

“When the rash spreads to my throat, I will stop breathing,” Iroh concluded. “But look what I found!” He pulled out a branch full of berries, “These are supposed to cure the poison of the jade plant…. Or they will cause blindness.” Zuko groaned and snatched the branch away throwing it into the bushes, “Please tell me you didn’t act so stupid as to give some of that tea to Raven.” “No,” Iroh replied. “Luckily I noticed my rashes before I did.” Zuko sighed. Of course, he was worried about his uncle’s condition but if Raven got poisoned as well in her state, unable to eat and barely drink, it could be fatal.

“We need to find a village to get you treated and hopefully Raven,” Zuko decided. “Pack up camp.”

Zuko didn’t trust walking into a village with a half dead girl in his arms so until they found a healer, he was going to leave Raven where she would be safe. Hiding her in a clump of bushes where nothing could get to her, Zuko took his uncle into town. It didn’t take long for them to find a nice little house where a mother and her teenage daughter lived who knew how to cure Iroh’s condition.

“You must not be from around here,” the girl remarked. “We know to not touch the jade flower… let alone make it into tea and drink it.” Iroh chuckled sheepishly, his face already puffing up from the poison.

The mother looked up from where she was preparing more paste to apply to Iroh’s rashes only to see Zuko look out the window again as if he couldn’t wait to leave.

“Are you in a hurry to get to someone?” she inquired.

Zuko snapped his head in her direction before looking over at Iroh who nodded to him in encouragement.

“My friend is unconscious,” Zuko explained. “She was hit by lightning and has been unconscious for days.” Both the mother and daughter looked up in shock.

“Where is she?” the mother asked urgently.

“In the woods,” Zuko replied. “I hid her where no one would find her.” He looked over at Iroh who nodded again. “I’ll go get her.” The mother nodded but the moment that Zuko left, she looked at Iroh, “Attacked by fire benders?” Iroh nodded, “the girl is strong, but this is beyond what she can handle on her own.”

About half an hour later, Zuko came walking briskly into the house, Raven carefully cradled in his arms with her head against his chest, her eyes still closed and her limps limp.

“Oh heavens,” the mother gasped, seeing the state the pale girl was in. “Bring her in here.” Zuko followed the woman into an adjoining room where there was a bed, obviously either her room or her daughter’s.

“Lay her down on her stomach,” she instructed.

Zuko carefully knelt down next to the bed before gently laying Raven on the bed and rolling her over so she was on her stomach, her hands laying limply off the bed and her cheek pressed against the mattress.

“Can you help her?” he asked, his voice showing evident worry which made the woman want to cry. Since he and his uncle had arrived, he had been stone-faced and unchanging in his personality but the moment he brought the girl in, he showed worry.

“I can apply a paste to help speed up the healing of the burns and I can prepare a tea which will help calm her nerves. When one is electrocuted, your nerves, brain and other vital organs are… in simple words: shocked. However, if she is asleep too long it can get dangerous.” The woman explained.

Zuko remained standing at the other side of the room, to give the woman space but to also quickly rush off to get her whatever she needed be it bandages, water or even another blanket. Anything to snap him out of his daze. He would stand at the door, watching the woman incessantly as she carefully applied ointment to the burns or carefully cooled Raven’s temperature with damp cloths. More than anything Zuko wanted to stay there… to be there when she woke but the waiting was killing him and what was even worse: it pained him to see Raven in a state where she was hanging between life and death.

Finally, the woman lifted Raven’s head enough to pour a liquid down her throat, rubbing her throat to make her swallow it before laying her head back down so that she remained on her stomach.

Rising to her feet, the woman moved to the door, “She should wake soon… if she isn’t too far in.” she explained. “Just stay close to her. If you are hungry, let me know and I will sit with her. Dinner is almost ready.” The boy merely nodded before crossing the room to sit cross legged next to the bed, so his shoulders were level with the bed. Raven still lay on her stomach, her head turned toward Zuko with her eyes closed. A strand of hair fell across her face and Zuko gently tucked it behind her ear.

“You know Raven,” he whispered. “As a child, I always dreamt and wished for things…. Like being able to not be bullied by my sister… to be appreciated by my father and grandfather. After you arrived…. Those things suddenly didn’t seem so important to me anymore. I was content even if I didn’t get their love… if I had yours then I was happy. When I was banished, and I lost you…. I began to dream again… to dream of regaining my honor and if you were alive: to find you. Now I have you back and I suddenly find it more important to protect you than to find the avatar… but why do I feel like I do not have your love? Have I really lost you so much that it cannot be like when we were children? I didn’t care that you were different when I found out who you were now. I don’t care that your name is different… that your memories are gone or that you are different. The reason I hoped you would regain your memories was because I didn’t want you to grow to know the me I am now… but who I used to be. The person who is easier to love.” The boy sighed, laying his forehead against the edge of the bed, allowing his body to slump and relax for the first time all day. He was just about to doze off to sleep when he felt something brush against his short hair that was still growing in.

“Your hair has grown in,” a weak voice whispered. “I like it.” Zuko’s head snapped up so fast that he could hear his neck crack, his eyes wide and his mouth probably touching the floor. Raven’s eyes were cracked and exhausted, but she was smiling, her hand outstretched where she had been touching his head.

“RAVEN!” he cried, reaching out to hug her but stopping when he remembered her back.

The girl chuckled at his unsure behavior, not sure how to hug her and looking like a puppet on a string. Slowly she pushed herself up and Zuko lunged over to stop her.

“You can’t move…” “Yes I can,” The girl sighed. “I feel fine. I’ve had worse.”

Zuko carefully grasped her forearms to help her sit up into a kneeling position before the girl leant over and drew him into a weak hug, resting her head against his chest.

“You’re not losing me. I may get angry with you and not agree with your choices, but you will never lose me…. Be it as Raven… Shira…. Or both.” She whispered against his chest.

Zuko bit down on his lip to keep from grinning ridiculously and just held her close, being careful of her back.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Raven smiled, squeezing him once before pulling away, “Now, what smells so good? I’m starved!”

Zuko rolled his eyes, “Thanks to my uncle, who got himself poisoned when trying to make tea, so we ended up here. The family took care of you and luckily healed Uncle.” Raven chuckled, “Glad I’m back?”

“More than you know,” Zuko remarked, not just talking about her being there to help with his uncle.

#zuko #avatar #avatar the last airbender #zuko x oc

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oppa-homeless-style · 7 years

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honestly if I could flip I see no reason why that wouldn't just be my go-to transportation like the only reason i dont cartwheel everywhere is bc my hands would get dirty, but flips are handless so what the fu ck

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byeollii · 6 years

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had a weird dream and now im motivated ?? like i can do anything?? the ending was like i was hanging out with a mix of online friends and people i havent talked to in like 3 years and i did an aerial even though i literally have pneumonia and did in the dream too but they were like hey thats cool u can do anything?? it was wild and all but hey uuhhh im pretty cool i guess

#journal #btw an aerial is a handless cartwheel

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toastedaz · 6 years

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I miss you, the rowdy 'cunt' that puts cigarettes out on guys penises for urinating next to girls, the crazy 'cunt' that would dance for 8 hours straight then kick on until Monday, I miss the big grin from ear to ear. The definition of seedy, but the sweetest person. You taught a lot of people to be kind and to love the little things in life, I don't think any of us realised you had given up. You made it babe, all by yourself you did it

In other words you miss me being a 10pk deep by 11pm every Saturday night... Look fuckn time of mi loyfe but its been two years, one of them spent half sober & I ain't got no friends, I had customers but not friends. I wasn't trying to die but I wasn't trying to make it to Monday. Its hard not to be kind with excessive amount of MDMA & anti Anxiety's in your system. I guess thats why everyone's done with me now because I'm 'sad' no cunt I'm just not peaking dick. Thank you, whoever you are I love you PS: I snapped that lit ciggie on that putrid cunts dick, disrespect my ladies he actually walked up to a group of us on the ground & started pissing in the middle of the circle & people tell me to be safe when I walk to maccas in Blacktown... People have no clue. I should of died in the cross from the shit I was pulling every damn weekend. The flursecent green arlyic paint, that I filled in samich bags stabbed holes & sqirted it all over the club. No one new it was me until the tunnel closed. Vomiting behind the pinball machines, that was my spot yo & if they didn't know they'd put there bags there hahahahhaha. Dancing on top of the pinball machines, doing handstands, backflips, cartwheels, fuck I even took my skateboard in there one night, Tim had a ride on toy car, fruit loops in the toilet, being so cooked you try hand a handless man a $2 coin, why? Because you found it while he was playing his set so its his. Working 45 hour weeks then being so fucking drained at sf that everyone would just let me sleep until 1:30. That convince store guy tho, he'd make easily $200 every Saturday just from me alone in ciggies & power aid & juice & chewy, we ended up becoming pretty good friends. I miss that time in my life, my prime. I miss having so much good energy around me so much love. I couldn't even get to the sf alley way without hearing "TOOOOASSSTTYYY" it was beautiful such want & need just for people to convo with me. But times come & pass. Starfuckers will always hold a very close place to my heart as does every single person I met within those 5 years. It really was home, it saved my life, those 3 guys saved my life & they know it too. It was home, no matter how lost or fucked your week was you always new you could go home to starfuckers at 8pm on Saturday night everyone will now your name, everyone will hug you bigger then the moon, you could talk to anyone about anything group therapy for over 100 western Sydney kids mingling in the same room deep under kings cross. I wasn't too rowdy I still respected what the boys were doing as a collective revolution in club music within NSW. I tall about this to people & seem pathetic like it's just a club buy it wasn't just a club it wasn't at all, it was more of an exclusive alternative outcast mentally deranged social gathering venue where we could all unleash & unfold & find our self's noone judged unless you obviously didn't belong in your mini shirt & nipple covers. It was a home for so many lost kiddies, I met the most amazing people, the only people I could call if I needed anything are people I met within those 4 walls. I miss it, I miss having a home where everything was okay because on Saturday 8pm I got to be safe & happy & be myself. It was an amazing time. I'm still trying to find my new home since I lost it 2 years ago. I miss everyone so much but none of us are those people anymore. I lived for that place, even when I had no where to go I knew I just had to wait until Saturday around 6pm & I can go home & set up. I wouldn't have made it this far if those 3 men didn't create such a unique empire.

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