LISTEN, "cant pretend" by tom odell is ONE ANGSTY jaith song! like either james or keith denying that they fell for the other. just. ughh! also love ur playlist❤
thanks so much haha!! but hey, why choose one, when they both can be denying their feelings ;) two boys denying their feelings for each other, yet it’s somehow bringing them closer?? oooo my type of scandal
Can’t Pretend
“Love, I have wounds,
Only you can mend,
You can mend.
I guess that's love,
I can't pretend,
I can't pretend.
Feel, my skin is rough,
But it can be cleansed,
It can be cleansed.
And my arms are tough,
But they can be bent,
They can be bent.”
halp i can’t stop imagining like once the two of them slowly come to terms with the fact that they have to talk to each other about it, they both agree to meet somewhere and after a very awkward few minutes of trying to talk it out, keith just gets rlly impatient and goes in for that long awaited kiss... james isn’t surprised bc keith has always been blunt with anything he does and james is also very, very relieved oof
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Summary: My third makorra finale fic. Inspired by schweety's AU fanart.
Rating: K
The red marks on his arms burned from his body, to her's. The warm, blue water reflected against their forms.
"Korra?" Mako asked in a quiet whisper, watching her brow strain together as she focused her gaze over the red mark that threatened to become a permanent reminder.
She shook her head as she dropped the water back into the bucket. Her voice quivered as she dropped her head away from his concern stare. "I still can't thank you enough for risking your life...to save us all."
Her fingers ran down his wrist, until she had his palm in her hand. He followed her gaze, their hands wrapped up together; in a very tender reminisce touch, and a part of him wondered why they ever let it go.
She brought his hand up to her chin. "I should've been there with you."
"Korra..." Mako breathed, her back shuddering as she brought his hand to his cheek.
"Listen to me."
She shook her head stubbornly, quiet sobs escaping her lips.
"Listen to me," the firebender said in a louder, more urgent tone. He took her chin in his injured arm and lifted it.
What he saw broke all the determination in his body, his heart shattering and threatening to overflow, with each second his gaze counted another drop of water.
Tears spilled down the curves of her blue eyes; her focus on his face quivering, as the thought of how she almost, lost her chances, of seeing the amber that reminded her of the sun and stars, for one more day.
He cupped her cheek, the softness still as fresh in his mind, as the day he told her, he first loved her.
"I would do it again," he whispered finality.
She stopped, her eyes growing wide as she cupped his bicep.
"I would do anything to protect the ones I love..." he continued, his voice hoarse, and fervent, as he held her gaze.
She stared at him in distraught, their eyes never leaving each other for a second, as her fingers clenched his wrist for dear life. "Don't say that. Mako..."
"I would do anything for you. I want you to be safe. I want you to smile and be happy because..." he licked his lips as visions of a dusty chapel of goodbyes, flashed in his mind, "I will always love you."
Her mouth hung open, as her throat tightened and a sob escaped her. Something of relief and desperation took her. All at once, she felt her past realign with her future. She felt herself become the same girl she was; a time when she was young and naive, and fell in love with a man who showed her the meaning of selflessness and boundless devotion.
They leaned in.
Her heart realigned as his lips brushed her. The pressure of mouths softly trembling, tasted of mistakes, but also laughter; tasted of fights, but also apologies; tasted of hate, but also, so much more love. This press of lips felt like balance, of dark and light, of denial and acceptance.
She recalled every single I love you exchanged, and each kissed given; every tender gaze relayed. Each memory, every fight, each apology, and every genuine act he did for her, flooded her senses.
schweety replied to your post: I SAW THE CUTE BOY ON THE ELEVATOR WHO...
ACIDENTALLY RUN INTO HIM DO IT, SPILL SOMETHING ON HIM, FALL OVER IN FRONT OF HIM, LET YOUR WALLET FALL OUT OF YOUR BAG WHEN YOU’RE IN FRONT OF HIM, DEVOUR HIM, CONSUME HIM
