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loisroo · 1 year

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I know this is very cliche, but like...either coffee shop au or like Kindergarten/Preschool Teacher!Dongsik x Single Parent!Juwon. Just a really cute meet cute would be nice, for them. I think they deserve that

yayyy!! you are very correct, they deserve all the love. i tend to write a lot of fluff and sappy things more often then not so i hope it's good!! Thanks for sending me a prompt <3

Lee Dong Sik had never been much of a coffee drinker growing up or in his young adult years. It wasn't until after Sang Yeob got him hooked six months into their partnership, with a whiny "Dong Sik-ah, try it with the cream and flavor in it, I promise you'll love it."

Now years later, long after Sang Yeob had left the RUI for better prospects, Dong Sik still finds himself walking into a coffee shop every morning, craving the sweet taste of a warm coffee. (No matter how many times he tries to make the drinks at home himself, it never tastes the same.)

Sometimes it was the coffee shop close to his station, other times it was the one on his way to work but today he found himself following the directions on his phone to a small tea/coffee shop, fifteen minutes out of his way. Min Jung had sent the address last night and he sighed as he pulled his coat tighter around himself as a burst of cold air hits him. He should have insisted on the one close to his work.

He eyes the rain clouds above him as he walks faster and barely makes it through the door before the rain is crashing into the side of the windows.

He breaths a sigh of relief and glances around the little shop, it's small but not uncomfortably, giving off a warm and cozy vibe. There are more plants hanging around and on the table then he expected but it brightens the place up nicely. The chairs look antique but the cushions on them look plush and look nice with the dark wood tables. Overall, Dong Sik's surprised by the overall homey feel of the place shoved into this tiny building which was packed between busy buildings.

He doesn't see Min Jung anywhere, in fact there is only one other customer in the place and they are tucked in the back corner behind a laptop. He makes his way to the counter and sees the barista is turned away wiping his hands on a towel.

The man turns around and they lock eyes immediately, Dong Sik cant help but blink a few times nor the way his mouth falls open slightly.

It's not just the fact that the young man is attractive, he's really attractive-- almost princely good looks.

No, it's the combination of his amazing features, very expensive tan sweater, and the annoyed frown that makes him look extremely out of place in the small shop. His stance is tall, proud and the broad shoulders underneath his soft sweater are tight and powerful looking. He looks like he belongs at a semi-formal dinner party with investors and not behind the counter at a cute tea and coffee shop.

Dong Sik blinks out of his thoughts at the annoyed huff that leaves the younger man's mouth and sees his eyebrows furrow together, "Excuse me, can I get you anything?"

It's spoken like the young man has already said it before and Dong Sik feels his cheeks turn a little pink as his brain cataloging the man's extremely deep voice and the fact that Dong Sik's been staring at him for way too long. It's been a while since someone left him without words but everything about the younger man was just so out of place, it was a little disorienting.

"Umm... a drink?"

The man looks even more annoyed and Dong Sik feels something in his brain latch onto the annoyance, he can't stop the teasing smile that comes to his face even if he wanted to.

"What kind of drink?"

Dong Sik hums as puts his hands into his pocket, glancing up at the pretty menu and enjoying the impatience clearly growing on the barista's face.

"I've never been here what would you recommend?" He says it sweetly, a smile on his face.

The young barista straightens and nods, still looking annoyed but seeming to remember his job, "Do you like coffee or tea?"

Dong Sik hums, making a show of thinking, only opening his mouth and saying lazily saying "Coffee" after the man looked ready to prompt him again.

Dong Sik looks back at the menu but watches the barista from the corner of his eye as he takes a breath and then lets out a small sigh, "Do you like sweet or bitter coffee?"

Dong Sik slowly brings his eyes back down to the worker and looks him directly in the eyes, "I prefer things to be sweet."

He says it with as much teasing as he can, his eyes amused and his smile only growing bigger. He sees the man blink in surprise and his face shifts briefly before he puts his annoyed frown back on his face, "Then I suggest getting the tuxedo, it's white and dark chocolate flavor with whipped cream on top."

Dong Sik nods, still smiling, "That sounds great, a medium please... Joo Won-ssi."

The man startles a little before glancing down at his name tag and then scowling harder at Dong Sik. It makes something in Dong SIk's stomach flip with an overwhelming need to bother the man further. He likes the scowls and the annoyance but the looks of surprise have him intrigued at what other faces he can pull from the handsome, well-dressed barista.

So Dong Sik steps a little closer to the counter and leans against it slightly, putting him just a little closer to Joo Won. He sees the man look down at the counter and then back up at him but the barista doesn't say anything else.

"Now that I think about it, I'm feeling a little hungry too. Can you give me a suggestion on what's good?"

The man openly sighs again and Dong Sik can't help the laugh that escapes him. Joo Won folds his arms together and raises an eyebrow, "Are you being annoying on purpose?"

Another laugh falls out of Dong Sik's mouth and his smile gets brighter, losing some of the teasing from before, "Most definitely."

The man lets out another sigh but the small uptick of his mouth and the fact that he hasn't asked Dong Sik to leave keeps Dong Sik rooted in his spot.

Joo Won leans over to the display case and pulls out a delicious looking scone and places it on the counter, "Here, I suggest this."

Dong Sik hums and smiles down at it before looking back up at the taller man, leaning in a little further onto his elbows and peering up at him, "Is this the sweetest thing here?"

Dong Sik bats his eyes for heightened effect and Joo Won lets out an undignified snort as he rolls his eyes. He makes his way over to the machines behind the counter and starts to make Dong Sik's drink.

He's not really aware that he's staring at the barista until he catches himself leaning a little too far over the counter. Dong Sik feels his cheeks turn a little pink again and he straightens himself and takes a step back from the counter.

"Do you do that to everyone?"

Dong Sik tilts his head at the question and Joo Won glances at him, looking slightly amused, "Being annoying? Is that just your personality?"

He can't seem to stop any of the laughs from leaving his body today, a pleasant change of pace for him. The laugh is louder then the others more genuine then before, "If you ask my friends, it's an integral part of my personality."

Joo Won smiles slightly but just hums, finishing up the drink and bringing it back over to Dong Sik. He sets the drink down and then asks, "And what if I asked you?"

Dong Sik watches as the man for a second, the way he shifts his weight and folds his arms in front of his chest again, "I'd say I'm only annoying to the people I dislike or really like."

Joo Won blinks at that and raises an eyebrow, "So which is it right now?"

The question is said with a little more vulnerability then Dong Sik thinks Joo Won meant to convey, but something about the way he is standing and his voice makes Dong Sik think he's not as tall, proud, and confident as he pretends to be.

Dong Sik hums and takes the step forward again, watching as Joo Won slightly leans against the counter as well. He reaches over, straightens the name tag on Joo Won's sweater and the young man watches him the entire time.

Dong Sik smiles softly at the barista as he reaches over and grabs a napkin and a pen that's sitting in a cup labeled 'sanitized'. He pulls out some cash, scribbles on the napkin and hands it back to Joo Won and studies the young man's face as he takes it back.

There's a little bit of surprise there, and Dong Sik thinks he may have read the situation wrong until he sees pink tint Joo Won's cheeks and the barista quickly pockets the napkin.

Dong Sik opens his mouth to tease again when the door bursts open and Min Jung and Ji Hoon stumble in soaking wet, hair plastered to their faces.

Min Jung cries out, "Dong Sik-ah!"

They both run to him and he shuffles backwards, swatting at them as they try to hug him, "Leave me alone, stop it! Look what you did to Joo Won-ah's clean floors!!"

Both of the kids stop and blink at him in confusion but he hears Joo Won's sharp, slightly strangled inhale and Dong Sik can't help the grin and wink that he tosses over his shoulder at the red faced barista, "I like him, you two will need to be kind to him."

Dong Sik barely dodges the wet towel thrown at him in retaliation and he laughs brightly as he thinks to himself, fifteen minutes hadn't been that far out of the way, after all.

#beyond evil #beyond evil prompts #coffee shop au #i hope you enjoyed this #i loved writing it!!!#thanks again for sending me the prompt #it took a minute and its a bit longer then i thought but i just got really into it #also sorry for any mistakes i didn't really proofread alot

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lazybakerart · 1 year

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a cute harringrove thing for you: billy being in the middle of trying to do something but he keeps shaking away bits of hair that get into his eyes and steve just comes up behind him, puts his hair into a bun, then casually goes back to where he was while billy's stunned and blushing before he returns to his task with a big grin on his face

The AC's out.

Billy's cracked the unit open with a flathead screwdriver he found under the sink and a few choice words. July hit hard. Sweat drips down his nose as he tries to fix and not kick a heavy metal box down three stories.

In the small kitchen just a few feet behind his hunched back, Steve's popping more ice out and yelling at the radio - a Dodgers game has gone to shit.

Billy swipes his sweat-stuck curls back just to have all of them tumble right back in the way again.

Summers always leave Billy regretting growing out his hair.

He hadn't meant to. A couple months without a haircut grew into a couple years where a couple of half-assed snicks with the scissors he uses for zip ties and toe nails were all he made do with. Every year he forgets how much of it there is when summer arrives to remind him.

Snapping back up, screwdriver in a vice-grip, Billy yanks his hair back with both hands and yells FUCK YOU at the stained popcorn ceiling and his own mane fried with West Hollywood humidity.

"What's wrong now? What happened?" Steve has the honest nerve to say after over an hour of this.

"I'm shaving my head."

A deep sigh and Steve's opening some cabinet that creaks and needs to be oiled - the deal when they first moved in was Billy dealt with the electric shit and Steve got everything that wouldn't have him sizzling when he got distracted.

Plumbing means rock, paper, scissors comes out and goddamnit if Billy doesn't lose every single round.

He and the plunger have built a relationship.

Billy blames dying and coming back with fried nerves and a second-rate case of stigmata making his every joint he's got stiff, his hands getting the worst of it. He'd be a lousy second coming anyways.

"That time of year again, huh?" Steve says.

He stands behind Billy, swatting away his frustrated steel-grip to comb through Billy's curls, pulling them back and away.

"There are these things - they're called hair-ties," Steve gently pulls Billy's hair through elastic, "And I know you like using rubber bands because you're a freak," Slowly he winds Billy's overgrown hair around, "But these are, like, at least twice as good. Now, we just twist," He twists, "And twist some more and - boom! Done. I'm awesome."

Steve spins Billy around by the shoulders twice, his sweaty feet squeaking on the scratched up oak floors. He holds Billy in place, sweaty hands on Billy's sweaty nape, sweaty thumbs running circles, and it doesn't seem to matter much to him that the AC is broken and they're reaching the peak 90s on the thermostat.

Steve's looking at him.

All tender.

All sweet.

A little tipsy from better beer than they chugged in high school. It's been seven years since they hit the highway and left Indiana for good. Three more months and five more days and they'll hit eight.

"Oh no." Steve croons at him. Smile turning cotton soft. Those sweaty hands move to cup Billy's face and those running thumbs rub just under Billy's eyes. "Why are we crying?"

"It's hot." Billy says.

Pinching his ears around his piercings, Steve tells him, "You're hot."

Billy sniffles. Snot drips, meets his upper lip and Steve wipes it off - eight years worth of tears and snot and blood and spunk and so much sweat.

And so much fucking good shit.

From an open window in their cramped apartment, a slice of warmed July breeze catches on the back of Billy's newly bared neck. He tosses the screwdriver somewhere.

"And," Steve pecks him on the lips, bites at his nose to make sure Billy gets heat-stroke, "You've got a great ass."

The AC can wait a little longer.

#replies #my stories #harringrove #billy hargrove #thank you so much anon for sending me this T___T #i really needed some positivity #and i miss writing prompts!!#i hope you like this #thank you again <3!!

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cianmars · 5 months

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Learning to stay still.

(A Doctor Who fanfic)

AO3

The Doctor watched as the Tardis wheezed then dematerialised.

That was new.

All of this was.

He didn’t realise that he’d been simply staring into the space left behind… he’d been left behind too, in a way. He knew it wouldn’t have worked out well, him and the Doctor, neither of them were made to be companions, this version of him especially seemed to be unsuitable for the job of being the Doctor's Wrangler.

He tried to hide his jump when he felt a nudge on his shoulder. He covered it up with a quick smile, just a small one, at Donna who was looking up at him in concern.

“You alright?”

She’d asked him that so many times, to this face, and the same face on his younger self. He didn’t lie to Donna, as a general rule, but he had never been good at admitting that he wasn’t okay, actually.

He had been working on it.

“You know me.”

He looked down at his bare feet, bi-generation had left him with only half of their clothes, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d come out as better considering he was now shoe-less and commando.

“Yeah. I do.”

Her firm tone forced him to look back at his best friend. If he didn’t think she’d hit him he would have pointed out that when she looked at him like she was now, she reminded him a bit too much of Sylvia.

He tilted his head to the side, lowering his voice so only Donna could hear him. “I guess I just… kind of expected him to have popped back by now. Not to stay,” he added quickly, “just… y’know.”

He felt her hand take hold of his and squeeze, so he squeezed back.

“I’m sure he’ll be back to visit, some day. I mean, I kept getting to see this old face, didn’t I?”

He glanced at Kate and Shirley, who were talking about something, he should probably help them, should probably figure out a way to fix the human race again. But he just couldn’t. He felt a lump in his throat, and squeezed Donna’s hand again. “You were one of the few… I should have… you were different.”

There was silence and understanding between the two of them for a minute or two.

“I think he was right, that version of you, you need to work on yourself first. I mean… you’re kind of a mess.”

The Doctor barked out a laugh, feeling some of the weight lift off of his shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess…. I guess he’s right.” he thought back to the hug from his older self, he wished it had been longer, it had been stabilising, but now he was cast adrift. He didn’t know what came next.

So he did what he always did.

He put on a smile, and raised his voice, adding levity, and an easy smile.

“I should probably help Kate, and Shirley, y’know fix this mess your lot have got yourselves into this time.”

Apparently Kate Lethbridge Stewart had been polite in pretending not to listen to his and Donna’s conversation, as she immediately turned to him, holding a screen in her hands, starting to hold it out to him.

“We have-”

“No.” Donna’s voice silenced Kate immediately, The Doctor still didn’t know how she did that, he supposed he could do it too, but Donna managed to even shut himself up, and he’d always sucked at getting himself to shut up.

“I-”

“No,” Donna repeated, glaring at the Doctor now, even though it had been Shirley who had tried to interrupt that time. “You heard him, you heard you. You’re not doing anything other than coming home with me, eating whatever my mum’s cooked, and having a kip.”

He had the decency to look away from her, down at the floor again, as he tried to stretch the truth a little, “I’ll be okay, I’ll do that, but I’ll help here first.” He looked at Donna again, begging her to understand, as she always did, he needed to do something, to not feel useless.

To prove he could still be The Doctor.

She just shook her head with a sad smile on her face, “Not this time Doctor.” She squeezed his upper arm, looking not at him now but at Kate. “I’ll be taking him home, you lot can handle this. He’s grounded, Doctor’s orders.”

“Donna, “ he grumbled, “I can’t be grounded, I’m a billion years old and a Timelord with a Tardis, and a million more lives to live.”

She just rolled her eyes at him.

He loved her but she couldn’t half annoy him sometimes, it was clear to her that she disagreed with him being ‘unable to be grounded’. Kate just nodded at Donna, not looking at him, whereas Shirley kind of smirked at him. She was trouble, good trouble, he’d have to take her on an adventure, if she would go.

Donna was talking to Kate about something, The Doctor wasn’t paying attention, and she still had hold of him, as though he was about to jump in his box and run away… he supposed she might have a point with that one.

“C’mon, martian,” she pulled him fondly as she started to walk away from the Tardis, “We’ll catch a lift off this lot, the Tardis will follow us, or go where she goes when she ditches you. We’ll get you well, and then we can go on some adventures.”

He looked back at the Tardis, as though she’d be able to intercede on his behalf, she didn’t. Traitor. So he followed after Donna, trusting her to find the way out of this place.

“Oh,” Donna called over her shoulder at the leader at Unit, “and send me the contract, I’m sure you have all my details, 150K a year we said, right, and 6 weeks holiday?”

The Doctor smiled faintly, he didn’t know the details she’d worked out, but he was almost certain that she had just given herself a promotion.

The first challenge he faced was a seatbelt, refusing to put it on until Donna had glared at him and told him he’d be walking soon, still without shoes. He’d clicked the belt on, grumbling under his breath.

Donna chatted to the Unit soldier who was driving them, something about the time Atmos nearly filled the world with gas to prepare the world for the Sontaruns, about his trick with the tennis ball, and nearly sacrificing himself. The Doctor didn’t join in, he just zoned out, knowing he was safe to do so when Donna was with him.

He had shuffled into Donna’s home, still shoeless, he should acquire some shoes soon, or at least some socks. He was quiet as Donna announced to her family that he’d be staying in their spare room for a while, until he was ‘better’ in her words. He kind of hoped one of them would protest, give him an excuse to stay in the Tardis, he wouldn’t go away, but he’d be able to keep his distance.

But none of them bothered: Shaun seemed pretty easy going, genuinely nice, saying ‘Y’right mate?” with an easy smile. Sylvia looked apprehensive, just ever so slightly, but she was clearly trying, she knew now that him being there wouldn’t actively kill Donna, still she sent him a smile, before excusing herself to the kitchen to cook him a ‘proper meal’, he guessed he wasn’t sure the last time he had eaten. Rose, Donna’s Rose, smiled at him, before Donna quickly made it very very clear to her, and to the Doctor, that neither of them, or anyone at all, would be using the Tardis until she said so.

He’d find a way around that, but maybe not right now, he wouldn’t push it yet.

He was led upstairs to the spare room, sparsely decorated; with a bed, a wardrobe, and a bedside table. The walls were blue, not Tardis blue, but blue enough that he knew some part of Donna had remembered.

He let himself drop onto the bed.

“Doctor…. Are you okay?”

Her voice was so soft, and he was so lost, he tried to swallow the lump in his throat again, but this time it didn’t work. “I don’t know…. I don’t know anything, what to do, who I am… What I am…. I just,” he let out a breath feeling tears in his eyes. Before he knew it she had her arms around him, sitting on the bed beside him, holding him close.

He clung to her, his best friend, his lifeboat.

“I don’t… I’m not okay, Donna.”

“I know,” she soothed him, no trace of the teasing they often had between them. “It’s going to be okay though, it’ll just take a while, and a lot of work. But you have me, you have a family Doctor, you’re not alone. You can breathe now, you can stop, you don’t need to worry about anything right now.”

“I’m so tired,” he admitted, feeling each and every year of his life he’d lived since he had last had this old face.

“You can tell me about it, when you’re ready, about it all.”

“Is this what I do now?” he pulled away from her, but didn’t move from sitting beside her, their knees both touching, grounding him still, “Just sit here and cry.”

“Sure. That’s what I did, a lot, when I forgot you, I mean I didn’t know why obviously. It was hard, really hard, but I had my mum, and my grandad, they let me be sad, and then they helped me move on. They’re experts at this, and I’m the world expert in The Doctor, “ she smirked at that, “Between us all we can figure it out.”

He smiled back at her, it wasn’t a huge beaming energetic smile, but it was full of his heart. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve her, if he did deserve her of course, which right then he wasn’t sure he was.

“First things first, you need some clothes, Shauns will be big on you, but considering you two split the clothes between you and he was wearing the pants….”

The Doctor groaned, throwing himself back to lie on the bed, covering his eyes with his hands, “Don’t. Why’d… I mean couldn’t the universe have just given us both clothes?”

Donna snorted, “She’s got a sense of humour, the universe.”

The Doctor couldn’t help but agree, uncovering his eyes as he watched Donna leave the room.

He let his eyes fall shut, taking in a deep breath.

Then another.

And another.

#dw fic #doctor who fic #fourteenth doctor #14th doctor #doctordonna #doctor donna fic #14th doctor fic #my fic #anyway my hyperfixation is back and I can actually kinda write again #send me prompts please and thank you <3

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zukkaart · 8 months

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4 and 18. I like that this one could be going in either direction lol

Couple #4: Zutara

Prompt #18: “Do you ever shut up?”

From this prompt game!

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Two years after the war ends, the ambassadors and rulers of the nations gather in the Earth Kingdom to discuss progress in rebuilding.

“Chief Hakoda, what does the Southern Water Tribe require to rebuild?” The emissary from the Earth Kindgom enquired, still visibly confused that the Chief brought his two young children to the meeting. Sokka was almost 18 now, but that meant nothing to a room of grumpy old men. Although, none of them dared to minimize what those Water Tribe children had done for the world.

The emissary thought to himself that he shouldn’t think much of it considering the Fire Lord barely just reached 18 himself a few weeks ago. Said emissary had been very diligent in voicing his opinion this entire meeting. He considered it his duty to place the people of the Earth Kingdom in the highest priority considering how large their population was compared to the others. Because of the Earth Kingdom’s size it also had sustained the most damage during the war, and he only thought it fair that he have a substantial stake in the rebuilding allocations.

It was a long, dreary process that would probably take decades more, but luckily everyone in that board room was dedicated to making things go as smoothly as possible- at least for the most part. It’s sometimes hard to be civil when your people are hurting, but you must remember that others are hurting as well.

Chief Hakoda nodded to his daughter at his left. She straightened her back along with her scroll before standing to address the room. It was obvious to anyone in the room that this particular question was her area of expertise. Well…almost anyone.

“Thank you ambassador, the Southern Water Tribe is making real strides towards establishing a thriving independent economy again, but-“

“Excuse me, but shouldn’t your father be handing this discussion girl?” That same Earth Kingdom man spat the last word like a curse. “Sit down”

Now, it is worth noting that this man would not have been so bold had he not been so absorbed in himself that he did not take note of the Fire Lord slowly losing his composure with every word he spoke. It was not until Zuko himself stood that the green-clad man realized his mistake.

“Do you ever shut up?” Zuko looked as poised as his portrait but his words were laced with an unmissable venom.

“Lord Zuko I-“

“Enough, how dare you speak to her that way?”

The man tried to open his mouth once more but was quickly silenced.

“Do not interrupt me. I do believe you have advocated the needs of your people quite thoroughly. Would you agree?” The man nodded in agreement with Zukos statement

“Good, now sit down. And let her speak,” The young Fire Lord then turned to the Water Tribe emissary. “I apologize ambassador Katara, please. Continue” Zuko returned to the floor as if nothing happened, and sipped his tea contentedly.

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An hour after the meeting ended Zuko was reviewing his notes. His robes were abandoned on the floor and he sat hunched over his candle lit desk in only a pair of black trousers, his hair pulled half up with a wooden pin.

He was just about to abandon the seemingly endless scrolls in lieu of maybe getting a good nights rest for once when his door slammed open.

“What the hell was that about?!” Katara stormed into his room, nearly tripping over the layers of fabric strewn across the wooden floor.

Zuko jumped to his feet, startled. “What are you talking about?” The look of genuine confusion on his face almost gave Katara pause- almost.

“In there! With that Earth Kingdom emissary! You know, I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, I can defend myself just fine! Might I remind you that I held my own against much worse months before you even cut that stupid ponytail off!?”

“Katara I’m sorry I was just trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear it! You completely undermined me!” She was pacing about the room now, Zuko was sure she hadn’t even glanced in his directed since starting her rant, he began to look around frantically for a shirt to throw on to no avail. “They have to learn that I am my own person and I don’t need some man to defend me”

Finally, she sat on the edge on his bed and placed her face in her hands.

“I didn’t do it because you’re a woman, I did it because I am the Fire Lord and you are an emissary and friend to me. I would not let someone disrespect you. I would have done the same if it was Sokka. I was looking for an opportunity to tell him to shut up hours before, you just gave me a perfect opportunity. I guess I should be thanking you for that.” At that moment, Zuko noted a red silk scarf on the edge of his desk, he quickly pulled it over his shoulders to cover his chest and stomach.

Katara finally raised her head, and looked as if she was about to speak for a moment. She closed her mouth and cocked her head to the side quizzically. She then let out a laugh.

“So, do you just casually wear silk scarves around your room?” Zuko blushed.

“No, I-“

“Oh come on Zuko, it’s just me,” She strode over to him and gave one end of it a sharp tug, causing it to fall freely to the ground. She gave a satisfied smirk at the slightly embarrassed look on Zukos face. Katara was just about to leave, happy with the verbal berating and light embarrassment she had just filed out when her eyes drifted slightly south.

Her gaze landed on a dark twisted scar taking up a monopoly on Zukos skin. The large burst where his ribs met arcing out down his stomach and across his chest in thin lines. Azulas lightning.

Lightning that had been meant for her.

Zuko sucked in a sharp breath, barely moving. It wasn’t until then that Katara noticed that she had placed her hand upon it. Before she could process what she was saying she asked.

“Did you keep seeing the healers like I told you to?”

“I-Uh, of course I did” Zukos blush reached his neck that time.

“So no then. At least let me help while I’m here. Lie down,” If there was one thing Zuko knew at this point, it was that there was never any use fighting Katara. So he obliged as she collected the bowl of rose water left on the night stand.

“You haven’t been treating it so this might hurt a little,”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it” It was Zukos turn to speak without thinking, but he didn’t need to explain. They had all felt their fair share of pain over the last few years. His companion simply nodded and hummed lightly as the water began to glow.

“Agni have mercy” Zuko found himself murmuring. That hurt way more than he thought it would. Okay, no more skipped healers appointments. He felt like he was going to pass out at any second. Suddenly, the glowing stopped.

“Woah, woah, hey. Are you okay? All the color just drained from your face” Zukos next words were entirely incoherent, no better than if he had way too much fire whiskey. “Okay, that’s enough for you.” Katara then soaked a cloth and cooled it with her bending before placing it across his forehead. “There, you’re gonna be just fine.”

Zukos entire world was spinning, but then again- it tended to do that whenever Katara came around. He forced his eyelids open to look at her. There was so much worry and care painted across her face, and his head was too foggy. He said something, but neither of them had any idea what, so he tried once more.

“I love you, Katara”

The last thing he saw was her shocked expression, a dusting of pink across her dark complexion, before darkness claimed him.

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boyfrillish · 10 months

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howdy! for a drabble prompt how about something like, victor/hop where one has to be fiercely protective of the other? (say, a wild pokemon encounter gets out of hand or...)

Victor’s walking toward Challenge Road when it happens. He knows there are plenty of wild Pokémon happy to attack passersby during any weather, yet he’s still caught off-guard when a Bisharp charges at him from behind.

The battle cry rings in his ears and when he turns around, he’s met with sharp blades ready to strike. He can barely shout a command to Sylveon or switch to a different Pokémon. The blow of the attack throws him right into the stairs and he yelps as the edges of the steps dig into his back.

He’s frozen in place as the blade points threateningly at his face.

But that’s when fear melts into a blend of admiration and worry alike.

“Get away from him!” an oh-so-familiar voice yells.

And Victor watches as Hop charges directly into the wild Bisharp, hitting it with his own body to knock it aside, and Dubwool eagerly helping with its Double-Edge.

Hop stands in front of Victor like a shield, Pokéball in hand to switch out. “Go, Cinderace! Hit it with your Pyro Ball!”

With the type advantage on his side, he fends off the wild Bisharp with ease. Though rather than celebrate the win, he rushes to kneel next to Victor.

Grim determination — an expression that’s burned into Victor’s mind ever since their battle at the Champion Cup — makes way for worried frown. “Victor! It didn’t cut you, did it? Let me check you for injuries!”

But the only response Victor can think of is to grab Hop by the collar of his jacket and shout, “You idiot! What were you thinking?!”

“I just saved your butt!” Hop shouts right back. “And you’re probably hurt, so let me tend to you already!”

Victor really wants to argue — because really! What was he thinking? — but his body has to betray him by wincing in pain. “Ugh, fine.”

He slips out of his dojo jacket and loosens the zipper of his binder for ease of breath, at the same time allowing Hop to lift his shirt to examine his back for any obvious signs of injury and patch up the scratches on his arms and legs.

Victor is mad. He really is. But the Butterfree that go wild in his belly again at Hop’s gentle, caring touch make it tough to stay mad. And, okay, maybe Hop going reckless protector mode for him made him fall in love even more than he already was.

Still, though… he’s miffed. Feelings don’t always make sense.

Finally, Hop is satisfied with his work and he fixes Victor’s t-shirt before putting away the first aid kit. Softly, he says, “I did the best I could, but I’m just a Professor’s apprentice, not a Doctor. So you should go back to the Dojo and have someone check you more thoroughly as soon as possible.”

Victor groans. “But I have training to do!”

“Nuh uh, training can wait. Health is more important,” Hop argues. “You’re the Champion of Galar, it’s no good if you end up out of commission because you thought you could tough it out.”

“If health is so important, then why did you charge in like that? You could’ve got hurt!”

“I didn’t think, okay?” Hop says. “I saw that Bisharp attacking you and heard your cry and all I knew was I had to make sure you’re safe. There was no time to think before acting.”

“You keep doing that, Hop. Charging ahead recklessly and rushing off before I have a chance to say something or help you. It can get a bit frustrating, you know?” Victor says. Softly, he adds, “I worry about you and I don't want you to get yourself hurt for my sake. I want you to be safe, too.”

“Sorry about that, Victor,” Hop says. “Sonia reproached me for that too, but I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when something or someone I really care about is in danger.”

“Just, promise you’ll be careful, okay? Or else I’ll charge in and protect you, because I really care about you too.”

A smile blooms on Hop’s face as he squeezes Victor’s hand in affirmation of the promise. “Heh heh, it makes me really happy we always have each other’s back.”

Victor feels like a firework lights up in his heart.

He smiles back. “Me too.”

#victor x hop #hop x victor #trainshipping #masahop #hopvic #boyfrillish writing tag #thank you for sending a prompt!! this was a perfect opportunity to practice some action-y bits + heck yes protectiveness #ended up editing longer than planned for just warm-ups lmao that's just how it goes i guess #(if I also post it to ao3 I might edit a bit more/try if I can add more idk yet I'll see)#I had fun writing this and also it helped me destress on Thursday so thank you again for sending the prompt!#but also I was extremely tired the last two days + hot weather so I took my time #anywa y hope you like it!#(also yes it's trans Victor again and he's pining a bunch lmao)#I really want to write a scene where Victor is the protective one too ... they're protector x sunshine squared ...

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allylikethecat · 4 months

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i would love if you did either 22, 24, or 30 for george and matty! (i love the ones you write all medical and angsty but i love all of them tbh)

Hello Kind Anon who sent in these fantastic and lovely Kiss Prompt Request my way in August!

I apologize profusely that it took me literal months to fulfill this request. I originally wrote a fill for this in Septemberish, then worried it was too rushed and also too dark / dealt with some stuff that was going to be *too much* for a prompt fill, then, started rewriting the dark and too much theme as a longer form fic, got nervous that I was going to get cancelled for it and abandoned the idea, AND THEN every time I came BACK to this to fill it, I kept circling back to where I had started (and maybe one day I'll finish that idea because wow it hurt so good). BUT I finally wrote something and it is not the medical angst that you requested or I intended but hopefully you're still here and will see this fill and enjoy it!! If you absolutely hate it though please let me know and I will rewrite you something new and better because I feel bad that it took so long. And on that note... I wrote about 95% of this a few days ago, then went to a NYE party last night and met an actual pilot and found out most of this is very inaccurate... I tried to change it some but alas how it would go down in real life was not dramatic enough for me so we have the TV version of oxygen masks dropping on a plane.

Thank you so much again for sending this in, and I am so sorry again for taking months to fill your request. I hope you enjoy it, and I also want to thank you so much for reading and your support! I hope you have a very happy New Year! (If anyone else wants to send prompts the Kiss Prompts list can be found here, and the ones I have already filled can be found here)

❤️Ally

WARNING: Matty and George are on a plane that experiences rapid depressurization

22. Kiss … in a rush of adrenaline & 24. Kiss … in danger & 30. Kiss ... as comfort

George woke up to a kink in his neck and Matty’s blunt nails digging painfully into his wrist, his eyes wild as the plane rocked, his empty can of coke tumbling off of his tray and rolling down the aisle. George opened his mouth to assure Matty that they had just hit a patch of turbulence, and that everything was fine, there was no need to panic when a loud bang echoed throughout the plane and the oxygen masks dropped down from the ceiling.

George reached up, feeling eerily calm despite the roaring in his ears, the airline safety spiel he had heard hundreds of times in his life replaying in his mind as he fitted the mask over his face. Should an emergency situation occur, you need to put your own oxygen mask on first, before attempting to help those around you. He wrinkled his nose at the burning smell as he inhaled, wondering if it was from the chemical reaction creating the oxygen, or if it was from the plane itself. He looked over, and found Matty frozen in place, staring at the oxygen mask dangling in front of him like it was going to bite him, or suffocate him instead of sustaining life.

Ladies and gentlemen please sit down and fasten your seat belts immediately. Came the flight attendant’s voice, ringing clear, yet urgently over the plane’s announcement system. George reached over and tugged Matty’s oxygen mask down towards his head, starting the chemical reaction to begin the flow of oxygen before pulling it down over his face and tightening the elastic strings. Matty was limp, letting George maneuver him like a rag doll, his eyes wide and terrified. George knew now wasn’t the time to think about it, but he couldn’t help but hysterically wonder how they would ever get Matty back on another plane after this.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the aircraft has just suffered a decompression and the emergency oxygen system is being activated. Please remain seated, and fit your oxygen mask and breathe normally. Secure the mask by placing the elastic over the back of your head. You must fit your own mask before assisting others. Any smell of burning is normal following the activation of the chemical oxygen generators. Do not remove the mask until advised by a crewmember.

He glanced back at Ross and Adam sitting a few rows back, oxygen masks fitted over their own faces, holding onto their armrests as they looked around frantically. George uncurled Matty’s fingers from his wrist, so he could hold his hand properly, giving it a squeeze, trying to show Matty that he was here, that it was going to be okay even as the plane dipped and George’s stomach swooped, his ears popping painfully as they descended rapidly.

“Breathe babe,” said George, hoping Matty could hear him over the roaring in his ears, “you need to breathe,” he repeated, Matty’s chest rising and falling erratically as he silently panicked, tears pooling in the corners of his wide unseeing eyes.

The plane lurched again and Matty’s grip tightened on George’s hand, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, causing George’s fingers to start to go numb.

“It’s going to be alright,” George said, he was unsure if he was trying to reassure Matty or himself. The plane rocked again, and he looked up, craning his neck to try and get a peek at the flight attendants, trying desperately to get a read on the situation, trying to get more information. Matty let out a strangled gasp, his nails biting into the delicate skin of George’s hand, tears falling, pooling around the orange plastic of the mask as he looked over at George, silently pleading for salvation.

“It’s going to be alright,” George said again. He stupidly and impulsively, aided by the adrenaline coursing through his veins, pulled his mask down to press a quick kiss to the side of Matty’s head, his lips brushing against his temple despite the apparent danger they were in before quickly refitting his own mask.

Matty made a soft hiccuping sound, and turned his head, burying his face in the junction of George’s arm and shoulder, his own shoulders shaking as he tried and failed to steady his breathing. His oxygen bag wasn’t inflated the same way George’s was due to Matty’s frantic breaths. Matty didn’t like flying on a good day, sitting bolt upright on the plane, clinging to either the armrest or George’s hand during take off and landing, and during even the most minor patches of choppy air. Matty was clean now, healthy, and George hated to admit it, but it had been easier to fly with Matty when he was using. He’d take enough Xanax to kill a horse and sleep the entire flight, moving like a zombie through the terminal when now he moved like a prey animal ready to bolt for the exit at a moment’s notice.

“We have reached our new cruising altitude of 8,000 feet, it is now safe to remove your oxygen mask,” came the voice of the flight attendant that had spoken before, cutting off the mechanically instructed spiel that had continued to repeat as they made their rapid descent. George looked around, as the plane shuddered again, but everyone began removing their masks. George hesitated for a moment before removing his as well, remembering suddenly that he had read once that the chemical reaction that created the oxygen in the masks only lasted for a few minutes.

“We apologize for the inconvenience,” the flight attendant said, explaining how they would be rerouting to land in Charlotte, North Carolina instead of Atlanta, Georgia as planned. George didn’t even care about the logistical nightmare that was going to cause during festival season, he didn’t care about much of anything except helping Matty take off his oxygen mask and crushing their lips together, a chaste, comforting press as Matty trembled beneath George’s fingers.

“We’re okay,” George soothed, “we’re okay, it’s okay.”

“I’m never flying again,” Matty rasped, his voice shaking his eyes still wide. George just chuckled nervously, the excess adrenaline still beating through his chest as he pressed another kiss to Matty’s lips, before tugging him as close as he could while wearing their seatbelts, pressing his head against his chest.

“We’re okay.”

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honeydots · 8 months

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other anons i'll get to you tomorrow cause ive got some stuff i need to do tonight :O

#but also thanks for the influx of asks #i have no idea what prompted this but it's been fun!#you're always welcome to send me stuff! please just don't be weird in my askbox #which you've all been fine by the way but. please be mindful!#anyway ty again it's fun~!#dots on the soapbox

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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Me again heh, I'd also like to request 29 with charles lee ray, please. Thank you friend, I'm excited for this! and I'll definitely make sure to stop by more as we get closer to august

friend !! ahh august is here and i am back !! i feel i've been a bit absent lately (life happens, am i right) but it was good to get back into the swing of things with there requests !! thank you as always for sending some through, you provide the best combos 💗 hope you enjoy 😊✌ WARNING for implied instances of smut but nothing major.

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

charles lee ray (childhood friends)

When you were a kid, each summer had felt like a lifetime.

Summers went on for aeons, and when school started once again in the autumn, everyone was changed. It happened year after year, people grew up or left town or travelled the world or cut their hair.

Everyone except for Chucky. Chucky never seemed to change.

Perhaps it was because you spent so much time with him that you didn't notice the changes. Didn't notice how he grew taller, or how his shoulders filled out. Didn't notice the softness of his baby face give way to sharp cheeks and deep brows. Didn't notice the way his hands became slender and taut with a different type of tension.

What you did notice was how the summers changed from endless days of tumbling through dry grass and climbing gnarly oak trees to a different type of tumbling around. To long drives up to lover's lane and skinny dipping in the creek. To breaking into abandoned houses and coming home with a hangover and dirty knees. Days, and nights, like these were when you thought, Life doesn't get much better than this.

Chucky had been in your life for as long as you could remember, so it only made sense to go with him when, on one of the last hot days of August, he said, "Let's blow this town, you comin'?"

A part of you wanted to go, simply so that you could make the summer last forever. The other part, the rational part that wasn't effected by the golden glow of childhood nostalgia knew he was only leaving to escape trouble. Knew he and, if you chose to follow him, you would be escaping trouble for the rest of his life.

Later you think it's funny that he brought you to Chicago, where the winters are long and bitter and freezing.

But then the summer comes again. And, there was no harm in remembering. In watching him squinting in the sunshine and tie his hair back against the Chicago humidity. In thinking that, right now, he doesn't look so different from those long gone Jersey days. Shoulders, cheeks, hands.

#charles lee ray #charles lee ray x reader #child's play 1988 #ahhh a new season and a new prompt list #thank you for sending the prompt that kicked this summer season off friend !!#its been a while and it was nice to have some prompts to focus my energy onto #gets me all productive #honestly im really happy with this one #not super long but it felt really genuine to me #i hate having to force a plot and this one didnt feel like it needed one #maybe yall will disagree but dear readers you should know by now #the plot doesnt matter.. its the vibe that counts #nostaligia and childhood friends goes hand in hand for me #along with wasted potential #so here we are #thank you again for requesting #you know it makes my day every time

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byanyan · 4 months

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hhhh okay i have a couple more of those late night prompts left... i wanted to finish them up today but i'm feeling so meh this evening that i think i'm gonna call it there and try to get them done tomorrow instead. ...and then get back to my drafts bc i'm falling even further behind again lmao

#that said ur still welcome to send more prompts from that meme (or any meme) if u'd like bc i've been having fun with them #i just need to get better at collecting my shit around here lmao #think i gotta delete some more really old stuff in my drafts that i've been TRYING to hold onto but might as well let go of at this point..#but i'll figure that out another day. not tonight.#...also want to update my google site and i've been MEANING to for the last like four days but w/e w/e i'll get there eventually too #I LOVE YALL thanks for ur patience with me and honestly thanks once again for engaging with my weird glittery little creature here #i appreciate u so much i hope ur all having a good week ♡#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don't @ me.

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wtfuckevenknows · 1 year

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@chaotictarlos T!!!!! I finally finished your second prompt, with a little help form @paperstorm, thank you for brainstorming with me Andie! :) Had a hard time coming up with a kiss out of necessity so I took some liberties, again 😬

49: a kiss out of necessity.

Carlos came by the firehouse for lunch rather often, but sometimes, when their breaks aligned, TK and Carlos met up at their favorite taco truck.

Today was one of those occasions, and Carlos ordered them a selection of tacos to share, while TK grabbed two fresh lemonades, normal for Carlos, pink lemonade for himself.

TK was halfway through his second taco when he heard Carlos chuckle. Looking up at his fiancé he raised a questioning eyebrow.

“You’ve got a little sauce there,” Carlos replied, raising a finger to the corner of his own mouth to show TK the spot. TK tried to wipe it away but was unsuccessful, resulting in Carlos laughing at him some more.

“Need some help?” He asked, not waiting for an answer before continuing, “Here, just let me.” Carlos pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of TK’s mouth, before licking the sauce off with his tongue.

TK let out a breathy “Carlos” before turning his head a little to the side to give his fiancé a proper kiss.

You can find the other prompt fills here or on ao3.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

#I'm so ready for it to be lemonade season again #pink lemonade my beloved #that was my last one #send me mooooooore please?!#wer hat noch nicht? wer will noch mal?#thanks for the prompt!#me? writing? what a concept #kiss prompts #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Idk whether you’re still accepting these or you’re just doing the ones that are still in your inbox but uhhh curse + erotic dreams 👀 you legit always come up with the best ideas despite how weird the combos are !

you are officially my last one!!! congratulations!!

ok idk the numbers but thank you for giving me the meanings bless you understand something intrinsic about me.

#. curse + # erotic dreams

ok ok i'm gonna throw in another level here of soulmates just because i can. so obi-wan and anakin find out they're soulmates when anakin is 18 (some sort of ritual every 18 yo goes through). obi-wan insists from the second he finds out that they're platonic soulmates. he doesn't think nor want his padawan in any sort of romantic way. what they are is completely and utterly, platonically two halves of the same soul. brothers, but closer.

anakin, who has been sort of crushing on his master for a few years now, goes from having the best day of his life to having the worst day of his life pretty instantaneously.

which is one of the biggest reasons he's so intent on padmé when they meet when he's 19. soulmates are jedi things, and his soulmate thinks they're platonic so why not go after the pretty woman he remembers from when he was a kid?? him and obi-wan are platonic and always will be and that's fine with anakin. that's so fine with anakin that he's going to marry someone else two weeks after meeting them. it's FINE.

anyway fast forward like two years, height of the clone wars, and a rogue nightsister working with the sith puts a curse on obi-wan, putting him in a deep sleep. anakin, you know, goes pretty berserk at the thought of something bad happening to his current soulmate-former master and kills everyone in his path. he takes obi-wan back to the temple for healing, but the healers can't wake him up--he's stuck in his head, his own dreams.

so anakin, as his soulmate and firmest tether to reality, goes into his mind through their bond in order to pull obi-wan back to consciousness. but he has to go through all of his dreams first. some good. some nightmarish.

imagine his surprise when he exits a dream of qui-gon dying in obi-wan's arms to find himself in a half-lit, half-finished erotic dream, as if it had been shoved to the back of obi-wan's mind before it could finish forming with anakin as the star. anakin pushing obi-wan back onto the mattress and riding him silly, anakin kissing him up against the door, anakin sinking to his knees beneath their dining room table to suck his master off.

imagine his surprise when he realizes that maybe the person obi-wan was trying to convince the most about them being platonic soulmates was himself all along.

what is a married man supposed to do when he realizes the man he's been in love with for years--his actual soulmate--is in love with him as well and was just lying about it for the past few years?

#asks #obikin #i mean because obviously the answer is once again get a divorce #because sorry besties that's how all my anidalas end if they do get married lol #but anyway lol think of obi-wan waking up to anakin standing crossed-arms in front of his bed #fully stroppy #and anakin is like 'we need to talk mister'#to be fair to obi-wan #it was absolutely platonic in his mind before the clone wars #and it just changed afterwards #after anakin became a man in his own right #also can we appreciate that i did 28 of these #i wrote the prompts all down in my notes app and this is either 28 or 29 #kit's silly lil aus #thank you all for indulging me and sending these asks in!!!

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loisroo · 1 year

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my au prompt to you: joo won is forced to go on a friend date with hyuk and he gets taken to this ("it's really great, trust me") family-run restaurant (dong sik's parent's business) and he can't get over the very hot but very rude (i.e flirty) person running it 👀

helloooooo my beloved lamps!!!! 🖤🖤 thank you for the prompt (this post) and gracing me with your wonderful self! 😍🖤 Idk how this is gonna go, i'm so sorry if it's awful!!

Normally, Joo Won would be at home right now, in his apartment making the new recipe he found on the internet the night before. And he prefers that, enjoys the calmness that surrounds him when cooking and the comfort of having his own space.

He doesn't dislike going out to new places, Joo Won just prefers his own cooking, his own cleanliness, and knows exactly what to expect.

Which is what he had explained to Hyuk when the man bullied his way into Joo Won's apartment and told him they were going out together on a "friend date"

"Han Joo Won, i know it's not your favorite thing but I really miss spending time with you. Plus it's good to try new things and be adventurous isn't that what you said when you left your father?"

Joo Won sighs, he hates it when Hyuk brings up good points but his hyung is correct. He had made a promise to himself, in spite of his father and his control, that he would live the life that he wanted to live, not follow in the footsteps of a father who never loved him.

So here he is anxiously walking into a small, family owned restaurant to try new things.

The restaurant is louder then he expected but not overwhelming and there is plenty of space to sit and not feel crowded. They hear a shouted, "Sit anywhere you'd like!" from the kitchen so they settle by the window.

Joo Won looks at the menu, jumping over anything with fish or seaweed. He’s only about halfway through the items when someone sets two waters down at their table.

He looks up to see an older man with unruly brown hair and an easy smile on his face like it’s meant to be there. He has laugh lines around his eyes and he claps his hands together as he introduces himself, “I’m Lee Dong Sik, your server for tonight. What can I get you to drink?”

His voice even sounds like he's smiling, like he's the only one that understands the joke. It makes Joo Won equal parts apprehensive and intrigued.

Hyuk smiles at the man and orders soju for the table, "Han Joo Won, what do you want to drink besides that?"

Joo Won doesn't even realize he's been staring at the man so intently until the brown eyes are turned to him in question. Joo Won blinks and then looks down quickly when he feels his ears start to warm.

He fumbles with his thoughts before blurting out, "Do you have any makgeolli?"

Kwon raises his eyebrows at the same time Dong Sik gives Joo Won a small look of surprise before nodding, "We do.... let me go get your drinks. "

Joo Won ignores Hyuk's pointed looks and picks the menu back up, "Hyung, what are you getting?"

Hyuk hums and glances back at the menu but before they can discuss, Dong Sik is back with their drinks. He's friendly and loud as he places their drinks on the table and few of their table neighbors tease him not to drop the drinks.

"Yah! I haven't done that since I was a teenager working here!"

Joo Won cant help but wonder what Dong Sik was like as a teenager, was he just as friendly to every customer like he is now?

Again he is shocked by the thoughts his brain keeps getting distracted by and he mentally shakes himself to get his brain back under control. His interest in the server would subside soon and he could focus on his meal.

When Joo Won looks up, Dong Sik is watching him with unabashed curiosity and it makes something flutter in Joo Won's chest. His mouth moves again without his consent, "What do you recommend?"

Joo Won never asks for recommendations, never lets other people choose for him because why would they know his preferences and likes? How could they give him a good recommendation?

This time Hyuk's eyebrows raise so high it looks uncomfortable and his mouth is open a little bit in shock. Honestly, Joo Won's shocked at himself as well, especially when he find himself waiting to hear what Dong Sik has to say.

The older man hums and taps his lips playfully, taking entirely too long to come up with an answer. It annoys Joo Won, and it annoys him even more that he sort of likes it.

"The cook makes phenomenal fish noodle soup."

Joo Won's nose scrunches up slightly and Dong Sik catches it easily, grinning, "Ahhh, I see. The prince doesn't like fish soup."

The teasing way Dong Sik calls him a prince has him scoffing in annoyance and flushing immediately, "Prince?"

Dong Sik's grin grows larger and he shifts his weight, leaning closer into Joo Won's space. His voice is softer now, like they were having a private conversation but Dong Sik's eyes are so loud-- bright and flirty, "What can I get for you, your Majesty?"

Joo Won's breath catches in his throat as he stares at Dong Sik. Joo Won isn't good at these things, he's never been intersted in anyone before. He's never wanted to know more and see more and experince more of a person before.

It's slightly terrifying but Joo Won is not hardwired to back down, one trait from his father that he has been able to positively reclaim.

He takes a breath, his eyes never leaving Dong Sik's, "I'll have the fish noodle soup."

Dong Sik's eyes widen slightly and a grin breaks across his face, "Your friend said your name is Han Joo Won?"

Joo Won gives a small nod jsut as he picks up on the mischief in Dong Sik's eyes, too late to take it back when Dong Sik straightens and turns to leave but not before he throws over his shoulder, "I'll bring your food right out, Joo Won-ah."

It's said confidently and Joo Won can feel his entire face and neck heating up. He snatches his water up and takes a few drinks before setting it down and pinching his nose, "What an annoying man."

Hyuk's mouth is completely hanging open now and his eyes are wide, he looks like those furry animals in Australia that Joo Won never remembers the name of but knows it sounds funny.

Hyuk sputters out, "What the hell was that??"

Joo Won feigns ignorance, "What was what?"

Hyuk leans into the table, his eyes shining and the smile on his face is too wide. "I've never seen you flirt before!! That's your type??"

Joo Won scoffs and rolls his eyes, bringing his arms to fold over his chest as he tries to process what Hyuk is saying. He opens his mouth to speak but just ends up closing it again out of frustration. The longer he is silent, the larger Hyuk's smile grows and Joo Won knows he's going to get teased about this forever.

Dong Sik eventually brings them their order, he sets the fish soup down in front of Joo Won and then snags a chair from another table and settles down next to him.

Joo Won raises his eyebrows, "I dont remember inviting you to sit."

Chuckles fall from Dong Sik's lips and he motions for Joo Won to eat, completely ignoring Joo Won's comment.

Joo Won hesitantly picks up his chopsticks but stubbornly brings his first bite to his mouth, he didn't want to back down from Dong Sik.

The soup turns out to be delicious, whatever spices are added mask the taste Joo Won normally struggles to eat when it comes to fish soups and some seafood dishes.

He looks up at Dong Sik to see him watching Joo Won intently and says, "This is good."

The smile that appears on Dong Sik's face is bright and warm, as he pats Joo Won's shoulder and laughs, "See I told you! If you wouldn't have seen the name of it you would never believe me when i said it was fish soup."

Joo Won rolls his eyes at Dong Sik's dramatics while fighting back a smile and Dong Sik keeps staring at him with a happy look in his eyes.

A loud cough makes them both jump and they look over to see Hyuk with a grin on his face, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of them.

Dong Sik smiles and looks back at Joo Won with a wink, "I'll let you finish your meal."

Joo Won spends the next half hour feeling flustered with his emotions and annoyed with Hyuk because he wont stop smiling at Joo Won. Dong Sik continues to work and doesn't sit down with them but Joo Won catches him looking over at their table a few times and it makes something warm tingle through Joo Won's chest.

When it is time for them to pay for their meal, Joo Won watches Dong Sik quickly take their payment but catches him glancing up through his eyelashes a few times.

Joo Won wants to say something but he's not sure what it is and how to say it, he feels awkward and out of his element. He's still trying to put a coherent sentence together in his head when suddenly Dong Sik is handing him a piece of paper.

It's just a piece of paper that Dong Sik must have ripped out of a notebook but Joo Won cant help his smile when he reads what's written across it:

'COUPON- good for a free meal with a handsome restaurant owner'

#beyond evil #jwds #ask prompt #this one also got a littel away from me #i hope it's good #im so so sorry if its not lamps #as you know i haven't been able to write as much lately so this has been wonderful but im nervous its bad lol #thank you again sending me the prompt!

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soultoken-archived · 5 months

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@mendaecium " believe it or not, i've patched up nastier wounds than this. I cannot say the same for your shirt, however, my abilities can only fix so much......"

from ur friendly guardian angel 😌

« eh... i'll survive. that's why i take cheap shirts anyway. »

he leans his head against the wall, holding in a groan of pain as the angel gently touches his abdomen and arm, as if trying to seem strong and uncaring could change anything. his clothes are torn and irreparable, the wounds bloody and nasty, but at the very least he has seen worse. they still hurt like hell, though, no doubt on that.

he looks down at his body, weirdly calm to be sitting in a small pool of his own blood. perhaps it's the blood loss, he finds himself thinking apathetically, then his eyes slowly lift to the guardian angel. his... guardian angel. and it clicks without the need of thinking about it. it's him. john is calm because his angel is there with him. and the realization makes his heart skip a beat with a sudden spark of joy, despite the paranoia of this being too good to be true. it can't be something this good. nothing ever went the right way for him. maybe jonathan isn't there at all. maybe he's just hallucinating.

instinctually, he lifts a hand, the healthy one, and reaches for the closest angel's arm. he's right there, after all, leaned on him to stop the blood and fix his wounds. it won't take him long to ascertain he's not real, to see his own hand just go right through him. maybe the illusion would be better, just pretending that everything will be alright, but he isn't sure that he would feel anything when it will break. he's so calm, even when his fingers are so close in touching the other, even when about to see the illusion shatter before his eyes ——

———— except, it doesn't.

his hand rests on the angel's arm, and stays there. feeling how real he is, his skin, his clothes, his presence. he stares at it, at his fingers just... holding the other, for what feels like an eternity. he founds himself so often in similar situations, surrounded by only ghosts and hallucinations, or completely alone without even his mind keeping him company. feeling him there... john suddenly fully realizes that he's not alone. and it suddenly makes him smile, his eyes lifting to look at jonathan's, suddenly filled with pure, simple happiness.

« hi... » he whispers, almost surprised, as if it is the first time in years that he has seen him. « hi, jonathan... »

#once again sorry for the wait!! another message i've kept in my inbox for two months sjfkg #i'm always so happy when i receive messages from angel!john waaahh. it makes my day brighter. 🥺#tell me if i need to change anything as always!! <3 and thank you for sending the prompt!!#mendaecium #𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.「 dc / modern. 」#q.

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beth-march · 2 years

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Hi Belle, it feels so good to have you showing up on my dash more often again! You really are bringing back some light 🙏🏼💛

I was thinking, 23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language could be interesting for Fexi ✨️

Oh, Julie, I will never be able to thank you enough for being so beautiful. Your goodness is so radiant, I'm so lucky to be touched by it 💕

I accidentally wrote 380 words, so apologies for that, and also, I think it went outside the prompt somewhat, but OH WELL 🤷‍♀️ this is the most I've written for Fexi in a month so I'm disproportionately proud about it being finished. Nobody talk to me if it's bad.

23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language.

Smoke consumes the room, something invisible, seen only by the shy.

Once, Lexi was a confidante amidst such blurry scenes. She still is, Fez supposes, except that she no longer matches his quiet manner. She isn’t on the sidelines, not anymore. Gone is the speechless spectator he fell in love with - or so it seems, when she sits at a table in New York, surrounded by her new college friends. One of them tells a literary joke that goes right over Fez’s head, something that makes Lexi tip her head back, that makes her laughter flow free and raucous.

Something deranged in him wants to lean forth, until he makes contact with the ivory of her throat, until he can kiss the flutter of her pulse. Resisting, Fez distracts himself with his drink, taking another sip, shooting Lexi a smile.

Her happiness brightens. She is glowing from the inside out. Doubtlessly in her element, and what a place it is to see her in. It strikes Fez as something ludicrous, that a girl ruled by such beauty and brilliance might blossom under his smile, that she might shuffle closer to him, sinking close enough for their shoulders to touch.

The new proximity is much welcomed, amidst the unfamiliar bustle. Nothing seems difficult with Lexi so close, with his nose buried in her dark, silken strands. He sweeps her hair off her shoulder, unveiling the jut of her collarbone, the tight ebony of her blouse. He notices obscurity, a piece of bally fluff, and he sets his glass aside, plucks at the fabric deftly. It catches her attention, his fixation with her sleeve; she turns back to face him, watches with downcast eyes as he sweeps away the lint.

He hears her silent thank you in the hand she places on his knee. Greedy for more, he indulges curiosity, his fingers toying with the baby hairs that cling to the side of her neck, the wispy spirals that have survived her hair straightener.

It is a quiet moment. So quiet that the rest of the table is muffled, a veil drawn over their presence. This pocket of time belongs only to them; a moment where Lexi smiles at him tenderly, and Fez kisses her temple, a silent exchange of love.

otp asks

#ask game #thank you to all those who sent me prompts/asks! i will answer the rest in the morning hehe i have to go to sleep now #please send more though it was fun to write again #low key high key want to do 28 for cassie/ethan or fexi #fexi fic

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glaivenoct · 2 years

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so as requested here is a OTP prompt. #7 Who would build a pillow fort just because, and how would the other react to it?

Thanks for sending one in! :D I think I wrote a fic a few years ago for Noct's bday about Nyx surprising him with a pillow fort-esque set up for a relaxing movie night. But in the case of doing it Just Because, I'm gonna say Noct <3

He used to do it all the time with Ignis when they were kids. He'd keep everything up for a few weeks and lure Regis to tell him bedtime stories there. Sometimes Noct reminisces on those memories and just thinks "y'know what fuck it, pillow fort". Nyx thinks it's cute and fun; romantic at times even if one time Noct did not construct properly and the whole thing caved in on them :p

On another hand!!! This scenario came into my head that I just CANNOT let go of now! So, it's one of those restless nights where Noct can't sleep well because of his old injury. Nyx is out late on guard duty and at this point Noct will do anything to not think as much about the aches. Thus, fort construction ensues!

Noct'll fish out some old string lights to wrap around the whole thing (I think I put that in that old bday fic as well). And you know those fun bluetooth water speakers that change colors and make the water splash to the beat of the music? (I used to have them they were so fun QuQ) Noct 1000% has those and puts them inside, puts on some some relaxing lofi. So when the lights are turned down and he snuggles up in the big comfy nest he arranged inside - it's peaceful, bright on the outside and colorful on the inside.

And when Nyx finally comes home the reaction is stopping in his tracks and, "Uhh.. Noct?"

Noct's effectively blanket burritoed himself. Curled up cozy in the pillow fort, maybe playing his small, portable console as another distraction. He'll hardly move, just look up at Nyx from the little opening.

"Couldn't sleep."

Nyx will smile fondly, but definitely recognize the bags under Noct's eyes, and the frustration in them that comes when Noct wants to sleep but can't.

"Didn't know pillow forts became your new Can't Sleep routine."

"Jus' needed something to do. M' achy."

Of course, at that, Nyx will frown. "Back or leg?"

"Both." He'll pout. "Come cuddle?"

"Make some room, little king. I'll be right there."

Nyx just needs to get the comfy change of clothes he keeps at Noct's place. Tie his hair back for the night and brush his teeth. Then it's nestling into the cozy little pillow fort with his little king. He'll ask exactly where it hurts, and Nyx'll massage him there. Talk about his day and ask Noct about his while the lofi keeps playing and the speakers keep splashing colorfully.

"Missed you." Noct will mutter sleepily against Nyx's chest, because at this point Nyx is now essentially his pillow. And maybe they didn't get to see or talk to each other all day.

"Missed you, little king. Rest, alright?"

But Noct's already asleep in his arms.

#nyxnoct asks #nyxnoct #thank you again for sending!#might have to turn this into an actual fic some day now bc HELP this is so cute to me ;A;#will be getting to other asks/prompts throughout the weekend!

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iglooracing · 2 years

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Could I please request Simi and chickens for the one word prompt please?

hey absolutely! thank you for sending a prompt :)) i don't really "ship" simi, so this will be more fluffy than anything (i hope that's okay!)

"they aren't going to bite you," seb chuckles as he comes up behind kimi, which causes the finn to jump slightly.

seb laughs and squeezes kimi's shoulder reassuringly. in his other hand he holds a pail of feed.

kimi gives him a sideways glance, which only causes seb to laugh harder.

"mostly because they don't have teeth," he teases and gives kimi a wink. kimi, bless him, blushes slightly at the attention.

"i know, but..." kimi trails off with a shrug.

seb moves to stand next to kimi, who's now peering around the fenced-in area where seb let's his chickens run with a somewhat worried expression.

seb leans his head in to check on kimi and smiles, bringing his hand back up to rub over kimi's back reassuringly. he feel kimi relax slightly under his touch and his smile widens.

"it'll be fine, i'll go in with you, yeah?" seb coaxes as he slides his hand down kimi's arm. he squeezes kimi's wrist gently and hums. kimi nods in agreement.

"now remember i told you earlier, they'll get excited about the feed but they don't mean to be agressive, they're just hungry," seb explains as he leads kimi over to the gate, still keeping a loose hold on the finn's wrist.

he takes kimi shuffling willingly behind him as a good sign and when they make it into the enclosure and secure the gate behind them he steps slightly in front of kimi as a slight barrier between him and the birds.

once seb starts spreading some feed on the ground it's a clucking, feathery whirlwind at their feet.

"holy shit," kimi mumbles quietly. the genuine surprise in kimi's voice makes seb laugh out loud and he leans backwards into kimi's chest.

"they're crazy," kimi mumbles by seb's ear.

"mmm, a bit," seb agrees before holding the half empty pail up to kimi. "want to try?"

seb turns his head to see kimi's wide eyed expression and he smirks.

"oh, i don't know, you're doing okay on your own y'know.." kimi mumbles and shrugs.

seb rolls his eyes and takes kimi's hand in his before placing them both into the pail. "just a bit?"

kimi sighs next to him, but seb doesn't feel his hand tense up beneath his, so he continues to grab a handful of feed for them.

"you're a pain in my ass," kimi deadpans, but seb thinks he hears a touch of fondness there.

the deadpan comment makes seb laugh nonetheless, and he feels kimi's breathy laugh at the nape of his neck before they throw some feed out for the chickens.

#sorry this took a while for me to get to this week was really busy ahh #but thank you again for sending a prompt this was fun #i've never written simi before before i do love their dynamic and how much they don't need to speak to interact with each other #tried to capture that here too hopefully i did okay haha #f1 drabble #f1 fic #simi #simi drabble #drabble #my writing

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