Note: This was a little self indulgent for myself because I was craving gumbo when I wrote it. If you're NOT from the southern US, feel free to picture yourself knowing how to make gumbo!
dividers by: @/saradika-graphics
tagging: my lovely friend @art-by-jas for this :>
A loud knock sounded at your door so you shouted out for them to come in, already knowing who it was since you'd left your door unlocked. The door opened and the familiar voices filtered in and you couldn't help but shake your head, amused at Shoresy chirping at Hitch about something and Goody telling him to settle down.
"Oi! Where are ya?" Shoresy called out.
"Kitchen, ya dork!" you called back. Their footsteps drew closer so you turned and spotted Shoresy walking in first with Hitch and Goody following, Dolo and a couple others lingering in the doorway.
"What smells good?" Dolo questioned.
"Makin' gumbo." you replied.
"The fuck is that?" Shoresy asked.
"It's a cajun soup." you said.
"Smells good." Dolo said.
"Thanks." you replied, "It's a family recipe." From the corner of your eye, you noticed Shoresy shuffling closer and reaching for the spoon you had sitting on the spoon rest so you quickly grabbed the towel you had and rolled it, snapping it at him.
"HEY!" Shoresy yelped, shaking his hand out and backing off.
"No stealing a bite." you said, pointing a finger at him.
Shoresy made a face at you which you quickly returned then he left the kitchen, going to sit on the couch with Dolo following him and when you glanced back, you noticed Hitch and Goody grabbing drinks from the fridge and showing you what they grabbed before they too disappeared into your living room.
"Hey, boys! It's ready, come eat!" you holler, grabbing bowls from your cabinets and placing them on the counter one by one. Turning around, you chuckle, noticing Dolo was at the front of the line with a big grin on his face with Shoresy, Hitch, Goody, Michaels and JJ bringing up the end of the line.
"Can't wait to try it." Dolo says, carefully ladling some gumbo into his bowl.
"It smells so good." JJ commented, peering around the others.
"Wait til ya try it." you replied. Once Dolo finished, the others followed one by one then drifted towards your kitchen table to take seats so they could dig in. Once you had your bowl as well as a drink, you joined them at the open spot at the table, sitting between Goody and Hitch.
"Holy fuckin' shit this is fuckin delicious." Shoresy said between mouthfuls.
"Can you make this whenever for us?" Dolo asked, turning to look at you, eyes wide.
"You like it that much?" you chuckled, swallowing a mouthful.
"Hell fuckin' yeah." Shoresy said.
"It's so damn good, b'y. Fuckin' great." Hitch said, lifting his bowl to drink the rest of the gumbo's broth then he got to his feet and headed for another helping.
"It's so good." Goody mumbled, taking in another mouthful.
Genre: fluff, comfort? (wanted to turn this into an angst work really bad but well... i couldn't bring myself to do it haha)
Word count: 1k
Pairing: boyfriend!Chan × reader (Chan's an idol)
Warnings: one curse word, kind of an open ending?
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The big curtains were drawn, leaving the room dark, the warm light of the sunset being trapped outside. Bang Chan was talking and laughing in front of his phone, his weekly "Chan's Room" still running, after 30 minutes since he had started it. Dim lights brightened his face, showing off his soft features, and the fans could swear he looked so ethereal, just standing there and grabbing a slice of pizza. With the background music resonating softly in his and the fans' ears, he started to read some comments, excited for every time he got to spend with his fans, always thankful for being able to talk to them.
"Chan, what's wrong with your voice?" He read, before starting to explain the reason behind his hoarseness: "Umm, yeah, so… I got the cold… umm, my voice is really, really deep, I think it's deeper than Felix's… but besides that i'm fine! Just coughing a little bit and… yes, all should be fine!" he stated, a shy smile lighting his face when he mentioned his friend's name.
Despite the worry of the fans, they have always admired his energy, and how Chan has never neglected them, always finding time for his lives, the little time he had reserved for his fans. Though something, or rather someone had some plans of interrupting his usual routine, for today. The door cracked open, a slight squeak making him look in that direction—oh, no.
"Baby, I brought you some tea, and some pills for your headache," you, Chan's lover, smiled softly, before noticing the little screen placed in front of your boyfriend, and the colored hearts that seemed to come out of it, signaling that he was doing a live. One that you've just appeared in.
Your eyes widened, followed by your mouth opening in shock, and your flabbergasted expression that made him chuckle a bit on the inside—cause on the outside, he was as terrified as you were.
"Please don't drop the mug, you might hurt yourself!" he then faced his phone again, while a nervous smile stretched his lips. "Guys, do you wanna see who's here today, with me? We might have a little guest."
Another round of comments covered the screen, and the fans' excitement could be read through them.
"Let's see if they wanna come. They are a little shy, so please be gentle. Babe, would you like to meet our stays?" he gave you a nod of approval, letting you know that you are safe.
"Come here, honey." he gestured to you, leaving the chair empty for you.
Still unsure, you threw him an apologetic look, then went to him, settling yourself on the chair. It felt wrong to stay where he would usually spend hours talking with his fans, in the position of his lover. "Would his fans feel betrayed? What would his manager and members think?" Those were the thoughts that couldn't leave your mind, and you started to feel uneasy, a strange feeling building inside your chest.
"Say hi to them," he smiled, softly rubbing your back as a source of comfort, noticing your sudden tension.
You shyly waved at the phone, reading some comments. You were surprised to see that the fans were actually happy, so you chose to ignore the few negative comments that didn't hesitate to appear, and proceeded to read some supportive ones: "You look so cute, omg!", "I hope you're treating Chan well, he deserves a nice lover.", "You two are adorable, why didn't you tell us about them before, Channie?" and a lot of other comments that made both of you smile wide, a slight, crimson blush decorating your cheeks.
"I have to admit that this situation escalated quickly, but I love the way it got revealed," he smiled, then slowly made his way closer to you, his lips finding your forehead and kissing it slowly.
"This is definitely something I will remember for my whole life, but in the bestest way." Your lips curled in happiness, taking his hand in yours and kissing it slowly.
Still smiling, he read another comment: "Tell us more about you, Chan's lover!" he chuckled at the nickname, before adding: "They wanna know more about you, angel." He brushed your hair with his fingers, encouraging you to introduce yourself.
"My name is Y/N… and I'm a college student, and not a trainee as you all might think. Me and Chan met 2 years ago, at a fansign. And then… things just took this route, we just went with the flow, and it led us here."
"And I am really happy, guys. My partner is treating me amazingly."
"You should spend time with them now, but make sure they will show up more in your lives!" you read the last comment, before joining Chan and waving to the screen, uttering your goodbye words and turning the live off.
You looked at Chan, the way his eyes held the whole universe in them making you smile. He grabbed you softly, heading to the bed and placing you there, before trapping your body in his arms, cuddling you warmly.
"Aren't you mad at me? For accidentally revealing myself?"
"I could never be mad at you, darling. We'll take this as a sign, it was about time to show your pretty face to them."
A sweet grin found its place on your face, and you pressed a sweet kiss on his neck, his curly, blonde locks stroking your head. After leaving a short peck on his mouth, your head found its place on his chest, his hands hugging your waist.
"I love you, angel. Very much."
"And I love you, Channie."
Not long after, you felt him shift under you, and before you could give him your confused stare, you felt his hands all over your body, starting to tickle you. Your laugh resonated through the whole room, bringing happiness to your boyfriend's ears, who loved your giggles as it was his favorite kind of music.
"Ch-Chan—'m tired, please!" some racked words escaped your mouth between the chortling, and you sighed, a relieved feeling taking over you. But then you looked at Chan, and his tensed, but somehow amused look made your adorable, wide eyes appear again.
CW: Love confessions, mlm ship, romantic bkdk/dkbk
//this is something that I thought was cute and wanted to post here, hope you enjoy <3
Izuku might be able to sort his feelings out for seemingly everyone pretty easily, but there is one he just cannot. Bakugo Katsuki. His now-boyfriend and long-term person.
Over the course of their first year, the two went from hating each other to rivals, to okay, to maybe friends, to maybe more, and then to kick off their second year: definitely more.
They’d gotten together late one night (both stuck up due to sleeping anxieties) watching old All Might films when Katsuki had turned to Izuku during a commercial break and just blurted it out.
“My feelings are complicated for you, Izuku,” he started, getting the green-haired boy's attention, “and I don’t always know how to express them properly… but they’re there and they’re big and loud and I need to— I need to know if you feel the same.”
Izuku just stared back with wide eyes, stunned into a complete silence. He took a shallow breath, and then another one. Feelings? Complicated loud ones? Was Kacchan really—? He didn't want to dare think that his dreams were coming true.
“It is okay if you don’t feel the same, uh…” he reached up and scratched his head as his ears and neck started to tint a little red, something that Izuku could see even in the low light from the TV screen.
“No, no, no!” he throws his hands up in the air, waving them a little manically. “That isn’t it at all, Kacchan.”
The blond grins and Izuku, as he always is when it comes to Katsuki, powerless to stop the slow pull of his lips into a blinding smile himself. Of course they'd been talking about the same thing; their feelings shared.
With both of their faces heated with a nervous blush, Izuku slides over on the couch until they are touching and Katsuki’s arm is draped over his shoulders.
And that is it. It is them, being unapologetically themselves.
It wasn't until the end of the night that they even had to ask what it was they were now. And even then, Katsuki hadn't even let Izuku finish the whole question before he was cutting the boy off with— "of course I'm your boyfriend, I don't do things halfway."
And that was Izuku had wanted to hear.
Feelings are complicated, especially with how big and loud theirs are for each other. Of course they don't have to say it; both boys reassured at the inexorable, all-consuming passion that they have been unknowingly drowning in for years.
Annabeth woke up to the smell of deliciousness wafting through the air.
She reaches for the space beside her, finding it disappointingly cold and scowls at the empty sheets as if they personally offend her.groaning tiredly, she rubbed at her crusty eyes, trying to get the sleep out of it.it was her day off after a particularly exhausting week at work and home .She hears soft humming from the other side of the closed door,giving her a pretty good idea of who was the reason for the luscious aroma around her.The curtains were ajar and the sunlight was illuminating the room ,bathing in it a golden radiance.She reaches for the phone on her bedside table to look at the time.
9:30 A.M
12 th ,July
Gods, it's been months since she slept in this late.A sleepy smile broke out on her face.She knows why she was left to sleep in and why she was surrounded by the smell of her favorite food .Gods, she really loves him.but as tempting the idea of waking up and ravishing the delicacy which she is sure is being made for her ,she just wants to get back to her sleep.her second beloved at the moment.or third.Also ,she is pretty sure he has planned bed-breakfast for her like he does every year to surprise her ,and she doesn't have the heart to ruin it, so she flops back down and closes her eyes to let the sleep take over her and enjoy her temporary bliss.
Just as she feels herself slipping back, she hears the door open,rather pretentiously,and undoubtedly, she is hit with the strong smell and the voice of her husband singing off key ,strolling in with a tray full of food to spoil her.
“ - day to you ,Happy birthday dear annabab-” he yelps as a hand connects to his butt with force.she smiles in content and peeks one eye open to look at him as he sets the tray aside on the bedside.
“Dont complete that sentence,”she warns him swiftly.
“Aww, why would you do that to your devilishly handsome and charming-” he yelps as she once again repeats the slap,grinning “-husband ,who also so kindly made your favorite breakfast and brought it to bed.” he asks her, pouting like a kicked puppy,but his eyes betrays his act and slowly he begins to grin too.
“Mhmm, not sure about the handsome and charming part, but I will be generous and call you my personal chef.”she pats his butt reassuringly, giving him a sympathetic nod.
“I see how it is,” he sniffs in feign indignation.
“I will be more appreciative if you come here and cuddle me,”she asks him ,reaching out her arms for him,putting on her best pout.he bites his lips,shooting once glance at the steaming hot food and turns back to her with a defeated sigh.
“Only because it's your birthday and you look so damn cute.”she beams at him to which he rolls his eyes fondly at her.
She scoots over so he can crawl up beside her and he puts his one arm around her waist bringing her close to his chest and presses his lips to the top of her head lovingly.she looks up at him, really looks at him. He did look devilishly handsome with features that could rival a greek statue (and she tells him as much,but he laughs and calls her kiss ass) but that wasn't what amazed her.he is looking at her with the most love she has ever seen anyone hold in their eyes with an equally adoring smile ,his fingers rubbing circles into the bare skin of her waist where her shirt has ridden up ,and she is thankful to all the gods and fates that she gets to call this beautiful boy hers.she has never dared imagine she would get to live a life that was anywhere close to what she has now.hell,she didn't even think she could make it to her 16, let alone 26 ,married to the love of her life with a bundle of pure joy sleeping in the other room.she has her own family. Tears of thankfulness start to gather at her eyes involuntarily and she curses herself for how soft she has become.percy softens as if reading her mind and reaches up to cup her face and strokes her cheeks gently ,and coos at her.
“Aww look who is getting all soft,” he pinches her cheeks and laughs as she bats him hands away.
“Shut up ,it’s my birthday. I have the right to cry.And I also have the right to demand a kiss.” she replies wetly,wiping at her eyes. you cannot blame her ,really, she is just a normal woman with normal demands.
He rolls his eyes at her dramatics ,lips quirked up .“Are you really pulling that card,” but obliges to kiss her anyways.She brings her hands to his jaw where there is a slight stubble that she loves, and tries to deepen the kiss but he pulls away.She almost whines.almost ,mind you.
“As much as I would love to keep doing that ,we both know the food will get cold by the time we finish and I know for a fact you love it hot.” he says,laughing at her frown and pressing his lips to her shoulder in apology.
“But I love you more,”she protests. He laughs again, trying to get up but she bunches up his hoodie in her hands.
“Babe” percy chides her.
“Babe” she mimics him. He sighs and she knows she won.
“Okay,but only for a few minutes,” she happily obliges, wasting no time in crashing her lips to his because she knows he’s put a lot of effort in making it for her ,and she is also considerably hungry ,but this moment for themselves was so precious in the past few months and she wants to make best of it when she has it.
But it lasts for less time than she would please,when it is cut off by a cry from across the hallway.
They pull apart and he rests his forehead on hers before kissing it and gets off her.he waves her off when she makes a move to get up.
“You sit tight, I will go get our little angel,” he bends and presses one last kiss and she smiles at him and moves to sit up straighter. the food looks so appetizing ,she gives in and picks it up to eat.
Percy walks in a moment later with a small figure that is bundled up in a soft pastel blue onesie ,cradling it close to his chest.
“Looks like my two favorite girls are hungry” he murmurs looking up at her.Her eyes light up and the brightest smile ever takes over her face as she immediately sets her plate aside and opens her arms for him to place their daughter in her awaiting hands and sit beside her pulling them closer and peers down her shoulder.
“Mhmm, the momos were delicious, love.” he flushes at the compliment and squeezes her arms.
“Hey baby,are you hungry?” Annabeth asks as she presses her lips ever so lightly to the half asleep daughter’s forehead.their baby coos back at her,nestling close to her chest.
She is overcome with so much love for the little being they have created. She had never imagined having a baby, being a mother wasn't something she planned when she was 16, fighting to stay alive, her only tie to the world was being with percy .but it was the most natural feeling ever .She was terrified when she found out she was pregnant when she was just 25 ,married and working up her way in her dream job.percy wasn't pushing her ,he told her he would support her no matter what,but she knew he wanted this so bad .Her mind was made up anyway,and it was worth everything when she saw percy tear up as she told him she was keeping it. Parenthood was difficult and they were new to it, but Annabeth swore she would do anything for her baby the minute she was out in the real world.
She feels Percy's lips press to her shoulder.
“I love you both so much,more than anything in this world” he bends down to nuzzle his nose to his daughter affectionately.
“You are a great dad,perce” she tells him earnestly.
His cheeks flushed again and he rubbed the back of his neck ,a nervous tick.
“You really think so?”She knows he has his own doubts,she reassures him just like he did to her every time she had a mental breakdown in the past months.
“I know so,” he tightens his arms around her.
“And for the record , I think you are the best mom ever” he says it as if it was the easiest thing ever.
“I love you both so much, too.”and she really does.if this is what every morning is going to feel like,she cannot wait to grow older with the people she loves the most by her side.
“Happy birthday ,love” he murmurs into her neck. And it's pretty much the best morning ever.
It wasn't like the small pecs they shared on occasion, this one spoke meaning and love.
Derek couldn't stand to see Penelope with Kevin or drool about some character as if he was real. He couldn't stand to see the looks of lust in people's eyes when she stunned in one of her dresses and he couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't hers.
Walking into her office, Derek stared at the blond woman for a minute. Watching how her dress fits her body like magic and how her makeup matched perfectly to her eyes, bringing out the trueness of its color.
Butterflies ran through his stomach. He doesn't know why, it's Penelope, his sweet Penelope, but yet, he's so nervous.
Taking in his presence, Penelope swirls around in her office chair with a beaming smile.
Truth is, Penelope likes Derek as well. Hearing about him taking girls home from a night at the bar, or even watching girls flirt with him makes her sad, mainly because she's almost sure he doesn't love her back.
"Hey, Chocolate Thunder," She greets, standing up to give him a small closed hug.
The warmth provided by the hug is all that Derek needs. As she pulls away, his lips meet hers and to both, the world flows away. His hands cup her face in the moment, never dropping, even when they both pull away for air.
Relief filled Derek, the nervousness disappearing as fear fled through Penelope.
Why did he do that?
He couldn't possibly feel that way about her.
It was a mistake.
Knowing Penelope like the back of his hand, Derek grew concerned to the sad brows of the women before him.
"Pen-" He started.
"Why?"
That was all Penelope found herself to make out. The last man, the person she allowed herself to love was Kevin.
And like this, that was a mistake.
One that haunts her every time.
"Why?" Derek scoffed.
"Because look at you, take a mirror, and look at you. From your eyes to your hands, everything is perfect. I want that, it's not fair when others get to make you smile and take you out after nights at the bar, I want to do that, let me do that." He confessed.
It took both of them by shock, but all the doubt Penelope had was soon to rid, this time she kissed Derek, smiles never leaving neither face.
Ok so this is the second type part to this request. So yeah, hope you enjoy loves!
Word Count- 891
20. “We make a good team, don’t we?”
“Are you off to do homework?” Your mom asked as you helped her put away dishes that was used during dinner. You nod your head, “yes ma’am I am. I have an essay to finish so I’m going to finish it to have a free weekend.” It was Friday, normally you’d hang out with a friend or with Kuroo, you boyfriend for a year, but you had extra work to do since you missed a day. Your mom nodded her head as she walked to you and placed a small peck on your forehead. “Alright, don’t stay up to late you hear?” She said sternly while you nod your head. You walk out the kitchen and up to your room.
You let out a sigh as you shut the door behind you. 8:30 is what the clock showed as you made your way to your desk. You went to your school bag and pulled out your paperwork and moved to sit at your desk. Opening up your laptop, you pulled up the information you needed for your essay then making a new tab to type it out.
You were typing and searching for a good hour when your phone dinged, showing that you got a text from Kuroo. You rubbed your eyes while moving to open the message.
Oh Captain! <3:
Hey kitten, say you think you can hang out tonight? Bokuto is in town for the weekend and wanted to see if you wanted to hang with us tonight
You smiled, thinking that it would be fun if you didn’t have to worry about your work.
You:
I’d love to but I have to do that essay I missed the other day :( sorry babe but tell Bokuto I said hi!
Oh Captain! <3:
Oh come on plzzzzzz!! You can work on it tomorrow or something, I miss you :(
You chuckled lightly as you pressed his contact and the facetime button. It rang for a few seconds until Kuroo’s face appeared on your screen. “Kitten,” he stated in a serious voice before Bokuto made a quick comment. “Dude your simp side is showing,” which made you and Kuroo laugh out. He glanced to the side saying something to him when he turned back to you. “C’mon like, I’ll pick you up and we can go eat wherever you want but you have all weekend to finish that,” he stated while making a small pouting face.
You send him a sweet smile when you heard Bokuto yell then the camera shook showing movement until Bokuto’s face appeared on the phone. “Y/n, you need to hang out with us. I haven’t seen you in forever and Kuroo is going to be sad if you don’t,” Bokuto said with Tetsurou complaining in the background. You send him a small smile, “how about tomorrow? We can have all day to hang out.” He also gave a pout as Kuroo came up and took his phone back.
“Ok well we’re gonna head out then. But the offer is still on the table, just give me a call,” he said seriously while you let out a small giggle while nodding your head. “I will. You two be safe, love you,” you said while sending a small kiss through the phone. “Love you too kitten,” and mimicked your kiss then hung up.
You sighed sadly as you set your phone down and getting back to your work. A good hour had passed when you heard a clank like sound from your window. You shrugged it off when all of the sudden it happened again. You furrowed your eyes when you phone went off then Tetsurou’s name coming up.
Oh Captain! <3
Open your window!!
You bit your lip to contain your smile as you got up then opened your window. There stood Kuroo and Bokuto standing in your yard with goofy smiles on their faces. Bokuto waved excitedly as Kuroo nudged Bokuto. They nodded their heads then walked closer to your window. You weren’t on a second floor but your window sat higher than a normal would. Bokuto got on his knees and Kuroo got on his shoulders as they laughed quietly to try and not draw attention. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth to hold in your giggles.
Bokuto walked, now holding Kuroo, closer to you as Kuroo popped up flashing his goofy yet charming grin. Holding up your favorite drink, “for you my good lady.” You giggled as you took the drink then leaned in to give him a big kiss on the lips. You felt him smile in the kiss, but it was cut short from Bokuto whining. “Dude, you guys down kissing. You’re getting have bro,” he complained as you heard Kuroo sigh.
He sent you a small wink, “tomorrow you’re going to hang with us. Got it?” You nodded your head, placing a sweet kiss on his forehead. “You got it captain,” you smugly replied as he gave you on last smirk while he was lowered. When he hit the ground, you heard him tell Bokuto “we make a good team, don’t we?” You look down to see them high fiving before they waved one last time to get in Testurou’s car. You sat down with a goofy smile on your face. Yeah that’s quite a boyfriend you got.
In which Korra plays the guitar on a cold night for the airbending kids, some time in season four, and Asami yeaaaaaarns :,)
rating: all
word count: about 650
Korra strummed the guitar carefully, the muscles in her arms flexing as she played a few chords. It had been a long time. Her eyebrows were drawn together and her teeth had captured her bottom lip, as she stared intently at the instrument. Asami could tell she didn’t want to embarrass herself, as if the airbending children would mind that she was a little rusty. Meelo probably didn’t even remember the way Korra used to play.
“Three years is a long time.” Mako said, from beside Asami. He was watching Korra intently. Asami felt a little spike of jealousy, because why was Mako talking about Korra at all? But she pushed that ugly emotion down. It wasn’t her place.
The night air was cold and crisp, and Asami’s cheeks were warm and pink. She had put on a blue scarf, Korra’s blue scarf, and the scent of it was a little overwhelming. After three years, she’d forgotten parts of Korra that she was just now remembering – how she always smelt like the sea, how her eyes lit up when she saw Tenzin’s children, how her jokes were always terrible but Asami always found herself giggling anyway.
“Yeah. It’s a long time.” She agreed softly, her eyes tracing a firefly that landed on Jinora’s back.
The airbending children were sat around Korra, who was about ten feet in front of Asami. She glanced up at her, blue eyes meeting green, and smiled broadly. Asami’s heart skipped a beat.
She hadn’t forgotten her little crush on Korra, of course, but now that Korra was back… Well, it wasn’t quite so little anymore.
“This song,” Korra grinned, in her usual lopsided manner, “Is for my girl, Asami. It’s her favourite.”
My girl.
Asami wished so desperately that she was Korra’s girl. The only way she could fall asleep now, was to imagine little scenarios where she was Korra’s girl, and they were together, or almost together, and even though it could never happen those thoughts were how she got to sleep. Some of those fantasies were more savoury than others.
The song Korra played wasn’t Asami’s favourite. She wasn’t sure if she had a favourite song (does anyone?). But it was the one Asami’s mother used to sing to her every night; the song she’d taught Korra, so Korra could sing it to her when they were on the road and she was struggling to get to sleep.
Rohan laid snuggly in Asami’s arms, and she held him more closely, listening to the way Korra sang. She was in love with Korra, probably. She’d certainly never felt like this before.
“Are you going to tell her?” Mako asked.
Asami jumped.
“What do you… Mean?”
“Korra. I see the way you look at her.” He shrugged. “You should tell her.”
Asami let out a long breath of air, checking that Rohan was still asleep. He was three, and a toddler, but he slept more in a day than Asami did in a week.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mako.”
Jinora stood up, clapping when Korra had finished.
“Again! Again!” Meelo chanted.
Korra shook her head. “Nah. Guys, I’m going to hit the sack.”
There was a chorus of ‘awe’s, but Korra just bowed and smiled and laughed at them all, before coming over to where Mako and Asami were sat. She leant down towards Asami, and her breath caught in her throat, but instead Korra placed a kiss on Rohan’s forehead.
“I’m going to, uh, go to sleep.” Korra smiled shyly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Korra walked away, and Asami allowed herself one lingering glance at the back of the girl’s head. Her new hair looked good on her. Suited her. It was probably easier to fight with, and everything would count when they went against Kuvira. Plus, it looked soft. If she ran her hand through it, it would probably be as smooth as silk.
“Don’t know what I’m talking about my ass.” Mako muttered.
Imagine: Brian and Alex are in middle school. They're hanging out at Alex's house. It's a sleepover. They're both trying to stay up as late as possible (ex: opening their eye lids w/ their fingers, dumping cool water on themselves) But, they're failing and they accepted defeat. Alex is getting comfy in his bed and Brian is smoothing out his sleeping bag. Before they sleep, Alex points out the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling to Brian and he stares in awe.
