#she loves him still ur honor - as a best friend as a brother or as a crush long gone god damn

[coldnutparadise]

admittedly i am a little obsessed with the fact that despite all their years apart, ashe still keeps a picture of herself and cassidy on her bike

[darlingimawitch]

tropes & thoughts on tsds ships !

just for fun, nothing more ! this is just how i feel abt them <3 p.s this was made when i watched s4 so i didn't know abt merlin's feelings for meliodas yet

meliodas x elizabeth : star crossed lovers. romeo and juliet type of shit that pains me bcs i just want then to be together already. i want to see more of them the more i watch it. idk i just love them both individually and together.

king x diane : my favourite trope, childhood friends to lovers !!! ugh they're so cute they make my teeth rot. i love how he's always there to protect her, knowing v well she can protect herself, but still feels the need to do so. in his eyes, she's something precious so that shit makes me so soft

merlin x escanor : definition of girboss and malewife. again i love its them protecting the ladies knowing they are v capable of doing so themselves. love them plus escanor seems like a sweetheart

ban x elaine : brothers best friend literally. okay they're cute and all but the fact she looks so young threw me off a bit (i get that she's wayyyyy older than him but still.) i don't rlly ship them tho

gilthunder x margaret : childhood friends to best friends to lovers. don't feel anything for them but they're cute

griamore x veronica : SOFT BF X MEAN GF I STAN THEM. i cannot get enough of them ur honor like he's so fricking sweet to her and would do anything to protect her. AND SHES LIKE MEAN TO EVERYONE ELSE BUT SOFT FOR HIM I LOVE THIS TROPE OK

zeldris x gelda : forbidden love !! they're actually rlly cute but i just wish we saw more of gelda bcs she's such a girlboss imo !! and i like how zeldris can be childish around her and hv her take care of him it's so cutee

howzer x diane : jock bf x hyper gf and also one of my favourite rarepairs from the show. i was really rooting for them mans i just love how soft he is for her and didn't even hesitate to protect her when he knew he was on the wrong side !!! like the dude gave her a fair fight despite her being a girl and i just like how he respects her overall

howzer x gil : same braincell kinda chaotic duo which reminds me of bokuroo for some reason??? they're both so cute and so sweet and honestly i do not mind adding myself to this equation🥰🥰

[4acoffee]

Imagine

Being best friends with Katsuki Bakugou's younger sister.

Part 2

Katsuri Bakugou, I'd imagine she looks a lot like Katsuki, with trademark bakugou eyes, — angry ruby-red, and long blonde hair with dark brown roots peeking out from her dad's side, usually pulled up into a neat ponytail. Slightly tanned skin, unlike Katsuki's pale ass, from how much time she spends outside.

She's only a year younger than Katsuki, and like him she strives to be the best at what she does, except instead of being a hero she wants to be a professional athlete. Volleyball. She plays volleyball. Shut up.

The two of you meet in your late years of middle school, both equally dead set on being the best and reaching the top. Also you have no other friends so-

There's probably that one mean girl at school that preys on the unsuspecting freshmen, and it's up to you two to defend their honor and it just results in a lot of chaos

You guys get coffee and macarons every morning before school and ALWAYS cut it really close. Like just RIGHT before the bell rings.

Imagine having a spot in an old playground that no one visits anymore with a near ancient vball court. Like I'm talking, the net is falling apart and has so many holes in it. Could absolutely fall apart any minute, but it's your SPECIAL spot.

She has you toss her sets for practice whenever you guys are hanging out.

Pffft imagine saying something to catch her off guard while you toss one and it just lands on her head and she's just like ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯ and then proceeds to attempt a murder on your life

just usual best friend stuff bro, y'all are icons

Imagine not meeting or knowing anything about her family for the longest time because she hates being labeled as "dynamite's little sister"

Bruh and you know Katsuki and Katsuri are arguing all the time.

"I just can't believe you took MY FUCKING TAKIS AGAIN WITHOUT ASKING" 

"WOMAN THEY AIN'T YOUR DAMN TAKIS WE LIVE IN THE SAME HOUSE"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, BOTH OF YOU"

Mitsuki should have looked into judge duty smh.

But they still love each other tho, like he'd beat the shit outta anyone who tries an' start something with Katsuri

Their siblings, your honor

Her parents are always telling her to bring you over, and one day over dinner she's bringing up your shenanigans. You know that AWFUL feeling you get that somebody is talking about you? Yea with that in mind u call her and her parents insist she picks up AT THE TABLE AND TURNS THE SPEAKER ON.

"Heard ya talkin shit.", they're all trying to be quiet and not laugh.

"Heyyy bro."

"Don't fuckin hey bro me you little shit, you were talking about me again with your family weren't you, you godamn menace. The AUDACITY you must have, you'd better keep my name out of your stupid mouth from now on you hear me"

Don't even get me started on when you finally find out she has an older brother. You could tease the HELL out of her,"AHAHA, LITTLE BABY KATSURI AND HER BIG STRONG OLDER BROTHER,— ISN'T THAT JUST SO CUTE."

"Hey Katsuri"

"Yea?"

"How's it feel being the youngest sibling"

"SHUT THE FU–"

Eventually she gets you to come over and it's a whole thing

Mitsuki is your number one hype woman

You were so nervous the first time you came over but you could NEVER tell her that. Mama Bakugou would be so sweet to you being best friends with her daughter and all. She finds out what your favorite stuff is, and always has homemade snacks ready for when you come over.

Masaru would be the most polite best friend's dad ever, always asking about your day every time you come over.

And then there's Katsuki himself: He's heard ALL about you

When you first meet I'd think it's when he's home for break or something.

Imagine running into him by yourself in the hallway trying to find the restroom or something. You'd probably be scared shitless cuz he'd be a scary ass big brother, but still ur too proud to look it on the outside. He's already towering over you and he just straightens him up even more to look intimidating.

Looks you up and down, and just fixes you with a glare. 

"So it's you, huh"

Que Katsuri finding you and being like, 'tf are you doing bro'

protective bff mode on.

"Quit botherin her Katsuki."

It would take him a while to stop grumbling around you, probably just ignores you for the most part,— leaves you alone as long as you leave him alone.

But EVENTUALLY—they would absolutely start bringing you into your arguments. THEY WOULD MAKE YOU PICK SIDES!!

"Come on tell him he's being stupid! You know I'm right bro." "She’s not gonna Suri because she knows I'M right. RIGHT?!" "Oh my god, leave me alone"

Dude everytime you go there it's like World War 1 and you're America.

So much fighting and your in the middle like -_-

But yea I just had this thought man idk, it was too fun not to write about. LMK if you’d wanna hear more!

[unwrittenlibrary]

The One with the Confessions

summary -> bucky comes back from mission with a girl on his arm and little rogers struggles to with their feelings -> read the one with the necklace first!

words -> 3.9k

warnings -> rogers!reader (no physical description used), nicknames (sweet girl/ little rogers / kid) cursing, bucky being an idiot, happy ending! not beta’d

notes -> not to get sappy on the fic notes but i love love love when u guys call me tee in ur comments. it makes me so mushy and soft 🥺

— ➶ —

You’ve got flowers held tightly in your shaking hands. There are nerves fluttering through you at the thought of telling Bucky that you felt the same way for him.

He’ll get back from the mission soon. And he’ll come into the kitchen with a bright smile and a hug while murmuring the words, ‘missed you, sweet girl.’

You felt warm thinking about it. Butterflies and sweaty palms at the idea of his face lighting up when you tell him about how you feel.

You notice her first. A little too close for a friend as she and Bucky walk down the hall towards the elevator. Your heart plummets to the pit of your stomach at the sight.

“Fuck.” You murmur in a complete shock. “Fuck. Fuck.” You drop the flowers in the trash can next to you and turn to run and hide in your room.

Bucky sees you though. “Hey! Little Rogers!” You flinch at the nickname, but turn around slowly with a forced smile. He grins widely and pulls you into a gentle hug.

“Hey! Welcome home.” You try to sound excited, but it comes out in a cracked voice.

He doesn’t seem to notice though, turning to the woman by his side with a smile. “This is Cat. She was one of the agents on the mission with me.”

“Nice to meet you.” You grimace. Bucky’s hand lands on her lower back and suddenly you feel nauseous. Steve steps into the room, finally taking Bucky’s attention away from you.

His eyes snap to yours when he notices the woman, Cat, standing next to Bucky. “I’ve got to go.” You take a stumbling step away from Bucky, who reaches out with concerned eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, probably to ask what’s wrong, but you turn your back on him and rush out of the room. 

You let out a shaky breath when you hear Bucky’s call of your name, but don’t turn back to look at him. Bucky was home. Bucky was home and you loved him. Bucky was home, you loved him and he suddenly had a new girlfriend. 

“Hold on.” Steve follows after you. His hand wraps around your arm but you shake him off. “C’mon, kid. Just wait-” 

You whip around so fast Steve takes a step back. “Just leave me alone.” You hiss. 

“Just take a deep breath.” Steve urges in a gentle tone. 

It only angers you more. “He’s desperately in love with you. Please don’t break his heart.” You repeat sarcastically. “If you had just kept your mouth shut I would be fine right now.” 

“I don’t think that’s true.” Steve’s eyes are filled with pity as he stares down at you. Suddenly, you feel six again, crying over the mean boy at school while Steve comforts you. “I think it still would have hurt to see him with her because I think you’ve always loved Bucky. You just didn’t know it.” 

The tears you had tried so hard to keep at bay slide down your cheeks as you listen to Steve talk. You’re reminded of Bucky, who at nine years old would see you crying over a mean boy and made it his job to be your protector. Bucky, who when a boy had made a snide comment about your chest, defended your honor. 

Your mind is just flashes of Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. You know Steve is right. You’ve always adored Bucky. You remember when his relationship with Dot had sent you into a jealous fit of rage which Rebecca had made fun of your for and Bucky had been confused over. You had lied and said something about missing one of your best friends and he had believed it. 

But now, as adults in a modern age, you knew you loved him. Wholeheartedly loved him, more than an infatuation over your brother’s best friend, and true to your core. He knew things about you even Steve and Nat didn’t. He was a part of you, and you loved him. 

You always had. 

“I have to...” Your body shakes as you struggle to breathe. “I need to go.” 

➶

“What a fucking idiot.” You mutter as you take another sip of your drink. The alcohol burns your throat and you hate it, but that doesn’t stop you. “Thinking Steve was right. That Bucky loved me.” You spit the word out in a venomous tone. “Bucky loves Cat. Pretty, perfect Cat.”

“Bucky wants to fuck Cat.” Natasha pulls the glass out of you grip with pursed lips. “Bucky doesn’t love her. Bucky loves you.” 

You look at her entirely unamused. “If Bucky loved me, why would he want to fuck to Cat?” You ask deadpan.

“Because Bucky doesn’t know you love him too.” She explains slowly as if she’s talking a child. The words make your lips curl in disgust.

Bucky didn’t love you.

Your eyes narrow. “And he never will, because I’m over him.”

“Over him?” Natasha snorts and you give an affronted look. “After a week, you’re over the all consuming love of your life?”

“Yes.” You sit up straighter when you notice the man over her shoulder staring at you with interest. “Over Bucky, under him.” You grin at the man and offer a flirty wave.

Natasha yanks your hand down and gives you a warning stare. “No. No way. You’re too drunk.”

“I’ve barely had two drinks!” You roll your eyes at her worry. “Besides, I’m just gonna talk to him. Let him buy me a drink or two. Not go home with the guy.”

She looks hesitant, but you’re already standing up to leave. “Fine. Fine. Stay in my line of sight and we’re leaving together.” She says firmly and you nod.

When you make it the man’s side, he’s already called the bartender over, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You nod with a smile. “That would be great.” I can get over Bucky, you think, I can. But when the man looks down at you with brown eyes and you notice his blonde hair all you can think of is how he doesn’t compare to Bucky.

➶

You awake with a headache and in Natasha’s bed. “God. I feel like shit.” You groan, rubbing circles into your temple.

She glances at you over her shoulder as she digs through the closet. “You look it too.” She smirks at your glare. “You were a monster last night, you deserve it.”

“What did I do?” You squeezes your eyes shut in an attempt to remember anything after the first drink the man had bought you. “I can’t remember a thing.”

Natasha shrugs. “I dragged you away when you started ranting about Bucky to the second guy. All I know is you had a few too many glasses of wine and went on a Bucky tangent not even two minutes into your conversation.”

You feel an embarrassed heat rush up your neck to your cheeks at the picture Nat’s painted. “That’s humiliating.”

Before she can respond, there’s a knock on the door. “It’s open!” Nat calls out before pulling a sweater on from her closet and grabbing a hold of her phone.

“Hey, Nat.” Bucky’s voice makes your eyes snap open as you sit up quickly. “Hey, sweet girl.” He smiles gently at you as he walks into the room.

“Bucky.” Nat smiles. “Thanks for bring the Advil.” You notice the bottle in his right hand and a glass of water clenched in the vibranium one.

He shrugs and moves to sit beside you on the bed. “Anything for little Rogers.”

“I hate when you call me that.” You roll your eyes, bur accept the glass and two pills he’s holding out.

Bucky smirks as he places the bottle on Nat’s bedside table. “Everyone else calls you it.” He points out.

“Yeah, well.” You look down at your hands with a nervous smile. “You’re not everyone else. You’ve always called me…” You trail off suddenly embarrassed by how much you care.

Bucky smiles easily though, his hand coming up to wipe away some smudged makeup. Your cheek burns at his touch. “Yeah, yeah.” He settles beside you on the bed. “What do you want to do today?”

“Stay in bed.” You smile up at him softly, your head resting on his shoulder. “Nap.”

Your eyes slide shut as Bucky pulls his phone out to kill time. You don’t think anything of it, your breaths already evening out a little with how tired you are. It’s easy to be with Bucky. All your inner turmoil over him disappears as you relish in his warmth and attention for the first time in a week.

“Fun night?” Bucky chuckles as he scrolls through his phone. You open your eyes and look up at him in confusion. Bucky tilts the phone so you can see his call list.

Your heart races when you notice your name in red. You had called Bucky three times. You had even left-

“A voicemail too.”

Your head starts to pound as memories of last night night come rushing back all at once.

“You know what, you’re right.” You slur. The man, Rick? Dick? Nick? watches you in pity filled confusion as you pull your cellphone out. “I don’t need him.”

“No. Bucky. Don’t-“

He presses play with a laugh.

“I’m gonna call him. Tell him just how over him I am.” You press Bucky’s contact. It rings and goes to voicemail. You groan and try him again.

Still no answer.

“Bucky Barnes.” You words kind of melt together through speaker of his phone and Bucky can immediately tell you were drunk. “I-

“-need to say something to you.” You grin proudly at the man who looks beyond uncomfortable with the situation. “About the necklace. And the feelings.”

Bucky looks at you with a confused grin. “Bucky please delete this.” You reach for the phone, but he pulls it away with a laugh.

“Please. Please.” You plead with him desperately. “Hang up the phone.”

He pulls the phone to his ear so you can no longer hear which part of the voicemail he’s on. Your heart is thundering in your chest as you feel humiliation wash over you.

“You can have it back. Give it to pretty Cat.” You toy with the pendant sitting against you chest. “Because I am over you. I. am. over. you.” You say slowly and as clear as you can. “And I’m here with Rick-“

“-Nick.” The man interjects and you nod.

“Nick. Who thinks I’m pretty and wants to be with me. So, don’t you worry Bucky Barnes. I’m over you and you can be with pretty, perfect Cat.”

Bucky’s eyes meet yours in panicked confusion. “You’re… You’re over me?” He asks as he slowly pulls his cell phone away from his ear.

“Oh, God.” You murmur, rubbing a hand over your face in embarrassment. “Bucky…”

He shakes his head, a hurt smile on his face like he can’t quite comprehend how he’s supposed to feel about this knowledge. “When were you… When were you under me?” He flinches and your feel tears spring fo your eyes.

“Oh god.” You murmur, unable to say anything else to the man in front of you. You can see it, your entire friendship flushing down the drain. “Oh God. Oh God.”

You pace the opposite side of the room, too caught up in your own humiliation to try and read Bucky. “Hey.” Bucky takes a step towards you, your name slipping from his mouth firmly. It makes you freeze. “What is… Do you…”

“Okay.” You look at him anxiously. “Okay. Okay. Lately, I’ve been having feelings, romantic feelings, for you.” You rush out nervously.

Bucky’s eyes widen and he rushes towards you, but freezes when he’s a foot away. “You… You have feelings for me?” He crashes a finger into his own chest at the question.

“Yes.” At his silence you begin to panic. “So what? I mean, you had feelings for me first.”

Bucky takes a shocked step back, his arm outstretched as if to pacify you. “Woah. You know about… I mean… You know?” He stutters out his cheeks are red and yours are hot to the touch both out of awkward embarrassment.

“Steve told me.” You say softly. There’s a little guilt at ratting your older brother out, but so much was already out in the open, he was just collateral damage.

Bucky frowns. “Steve told you.” He stares and you nod. “When did he tell you?”

“When you were in Europe…” You look down at your feet. “Hanging out with Cat.”

“Europe. Cat.” Bucky looks down at his hands in complete disbelief. “I need to… Cat. Europe.” He begins pacing the room nervously.

You see the thoughts running through his mind at a million miles per minute until he stops right in front of you again. “Now what? Now you’re over me?” He ask softly a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“Are you over me?” You meet his eyes, sure he can see the emotions swirling in yours.

It’s silent, the two of you staring at one another as you both try to process the situation, until a phone ringing breaks it.

“That’s… That’s Cat.” Bucky steps away like you’ve burned him. “And we have plans. To… To go to the museum.”

Your heart feels like it’s been ripped in half. “You’re… You’re going?”

“I have to. I can’t… I can’t deal with this right now.” His arms flail around clumsily in front of him as he shoves his phone into his jacket pocket and moves towards the bedroom door.

He stops in front of you and for a moment you think he’ll stay. That he’ll kiss you and tell you he has feelings for you, that he still does.

“I have to…” He trails off, moving past you quickly. “Bye.” 

The door slams shut behind him.

You’re left with a broken heart.

➶

“Who does he think he is?” You mutter angrily as Steve sits on your bed watching you move around your room with amused eyes. “Asking me all those things then leaving?”

Obviously you weren’t over Bucky, you had just figured out your true feelings for him, but his abrupt exit has left you with the sting of rejection. Even worse, you knew if Bucky didn’t want to be with you anymore, he would still try to be friends.

He was a good man. A good man who would try his best to appease everyone he cared about, even if it meant pretending you hadn’t destroyed everything he thought he knew.

You pause in the center of you room suddenly exhausted. “I ruined everything.” You complain to Steve. Then you point a finger at him in accusation. “You ruined everything.

Steve snorts. “I’m not the one who got drunk and called Bucky about how over him I am.” 

“I wouldn’t have been getting drunk if someone hadn’t blurted out their best friend’s secret at my birthday.” You look up at him through the mirror with narrowed eyes. “None of this would have ever happened if you had just shut up.”

“Do you honestly believe that?” Steve asks softly. “That you would have never realized how you felt?”

You open your mouth to lie to him ready to adamantly proclaim how you would have never realized despite knowing it’s untrue. A knock at the door stops you.

“Come in.” You call out, straightening your back out when Bucky opens the door. He looks between you and Steve with conflicted eyes and you can already feel your nerves building up. “H…Hey! What are you… I thought you were gonna be at the museum all day.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I couldn’t… I didn’t go.” He admits sheepishly. Steve looks between you two before making an awkward exit with a fake excuse about helping Sam with something. Bucky shuts the door behind him before turning to look at you again.

You can only muster a quiet, “oh,” at his admission. “That’s… Why not?”

“Why do you think?” Bucky glares. “Because… I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the voicemail. About that stupid look and the stupid question.” He takes on agitated tone as his hands move jerkily in front of him.

You suck in a deep breath. “Bucky, I-“

“No!” He cuts you off. “No! You had no right to tell me you had feelings for me.”

Your heart shatters. “What?” You ask dejectedly scrambling to try and figure out what he meant by that.

“I was doing good. Okay?” Bucky runs a hand through his hair. The short hair cut is new and you can tell Bucky is expecting the feeling of tightly cut hair. “I was just fine with Cat before you told me.”

You cross you arms over your chest like a shield. “I was too! I was doing great before I found out about you.” Tears burn the lower rim of your eye as you stare heatedly at Bucky. “Do you think this is easy? Seeing you with her?”

“You should of said something before I left!”

“I didn’t know then!” You yell defensively. “And why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“There was never a good time. There was never…” His voice lowers as he trails off and you scoff.

“Right! We only live in the same building, have known each other since the twenties and hang out every day.” You snarl sarcastically.

Bucky swallows thickly, his angry tone dying the more he talks. “Not… Not every day.” He defends half-assed. “God, it’s not like I didn’t try. Something always came up, missions… Missions.” Bucky sounds defeated.

“Bucky,” you sigh, “We go on missions together most of time! What’s your point here?”

“My point is I don’t have time for this… That it’s too late and I’m with somebody else now.” Your eyebrows crease at you stare him obviously unsure of his own words. “I’m… You should’ve said something.”

You give him a sad smile. “You should’ve too.” It’s silent as the realization washes over both of you. “So…So, what now? We just pretend these feelings don’t exist? Pack them up and put them in the attic?”

Bucky nods. “I’ve been doing it since the forties. I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it.” Your mouth falls open in shock as Bucky moves to get around you again.

“You don’t get to say that then leave.” Your hand wraps around his wrist in an attempt to stop him, but Bucky’s able to easily step away. “Bucky. Please, we can’t leave things like this.”

“I don’t know what to do here.” He finally admits. You know he’s not torn between loving two people, but torn between hurting someone he didn’t mean to and taking the risk on you.

Your hand wraps around his forearm, tight enough Bucky is forced to stop. Maybe his back being turned makes you brave. “I love you and I won’t beg for you to choose me, Bucky.”

His shoulders drop and you let go of his arm despite his hand still being wrapped around the door knob. “So, I’ll only ask once. Stay here with me. I know that these feelings are new to me and that may scare you, but I think I’ve always felt them, Buck. I think that we can be really fucking good together if you give us a chance.”

Bucky looks over his shoulder. You stare with hopeful eyes and baited breath knowing that if he says no or walks out on you, that’s it.

You weren’t going to beg for a chance despite how strongly you felt for him. You knew you deserved better than that, so you were giving him this chance and hoping he took it. Because it would be really great if he did. You think of warm embraces and sweet nicknames that make your cheeks hot. Bucky would be a wonderful partner.

“I’ve loved you since I was twenty-six and a dumb guy looking for something right with the world in the middle of all this hurt.” Bucky starts quietly. He turns to face you fully. Your heart starts racing. “You were convinced you could take on these asshole kids who were picking on Steve, in your skirt and everything.”

You know exactly what day he’s talking about. You didn’t get involved in Steve’s fights often, he said he worried since your mother and you didn’t want to worry him more, but you couldn’t just stand by that day.

They had been awful. Men bigger and stronger and downright cruel as they belittled Steve. You couldn’t - wouldn’t - stand by.

“And…And you jumped on this guys back, had to be at least six feet tall, and started pounding on him. I almost laughed when I saw the scene, but I really could only watch you in awe.” Bucky looks down at his metal fingers with a private smile. When he looks back up his eyes are bright and full of something so wonderful your chest almost bursts with happiness.

Love. “I think I fell in love with you right then. I couldn’t tell you though, not with me going to war. Not when the chances of me coming back were slim.” He shakes his head. “Then… The fog cleared up and I started piecing things back together. I went to the museum. I couldn’t find anything about you other than that you were his sister.”

“They don’t typically want to commemorate assassins.” You pipe up sadly. “Steve tried… When I escaped and found him. The sister thing was added because of him.”

Bucky shakes his head. “But I knew you existed and I wanted to… I had to know what happened to you. If you got married, had kids, when you died.”

“Must have been a shock to see me breathing then.” You say quietly. Warmth is bubbling in your chest as he tells his story quietly. Part of you wants to just kiss him, but you knew Bucky, and you knew he wanted you know the depth of his feelings.

“Yeah,” he laughs, “it was. I knew I wasn’t the same. And I knew you weren’t. I loved you, but I wasn’t in love with you anymore.” He explains softly. “But you were the only person who understood. What it was like to be someone you’re not. What it was like to be haunted by the things you’ve done. And the only one who I trusted enough to talk to. You became my safe space and I fell in love with you all over again. The pieces of you I recognized, the ones I didn’t. I love you.”

His hand comes up you rest on your cheek. Vibranium against flesh as he looks down at you with soft eyes. “And if you begged or wallowed you wouldn’t be the girl I fell in love with cause she’s too good for that. She’s too good for me.”

Your lips part in a breath. “Are you gonna kiss me now?” You whisper, your head already tilted towards him.

Bucky kisses you softly in response. It’s too smiley to be anything but messy but it leaves you breathless anyways. And as Bucky presses kiss after kiss to your lips, cheeks, forehead, jaw and back, all you can think of is how this was meant to be.

You and Bucky were timeless. Meant for each other no matter the decade. You had adored him then. You loved him now. You would love him in the future.

— ➶ —

notes -> i truly, truly hope i gave you all what you hoped! i know in friends ross and rachel go through much more turmoil before they end up together, but i just don’t see that with bucky and the reader. i felt this fit their story so much better.

i have some ideas, like their first time, proposal, fights and so on, if that’s something you would be interested in let me know! i just think this would be a fun, non-committal series to maintain to offer breaks in between longer fics i write!

[ynscrazylife]

Hey !! i love ur writing style <3 i wanted to ask you if you could write a loki x reader where the reader and loki have been best friends for a long time now and after he faked his death in tdw he knocks on their door and the reader and loki have an argument and then they kiss?? maybe like the scene in crimson peak “you lied to me” “i did” “you told me you loved me” “i do” smth similar? :)

The Greatest Deception | loki angst fluff fic

Summary: After Loki reveals himself to be alive, Y/N has some choice words to say. Loki has a question.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! Also, I want to say that I fully support and acknowledge that Loki is genderfluid. Seeing as this fic was requested with Loki having he/him pronouns, I will use those pronouns. (Also, I didn’t know which pronouns you wanted me to write since you mentioned they for the reader but typically I use she/her, so lemme know if you want that edited)

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“Lady Y/N?”

The voice was muffled through the door and the one in question rolled from her side and onto her stomach as she laid in her bed. A low groan emitted from the creature whose limbs were tangled in the blanket and sheets.

. . .

“Lady Y/N?”

A short knock-knock accompanied the repeating words, and Y/N had a feeling of that the lovely woman who she’d love to talk to at any other time wouldn’t stop until she replied.

She pulled herself into a sitting position, smoothed over her unruly hair, and finally pulled the covers up so her pajamas wouldn’t be seen and called out, “Come in!”

The woman opened the door and sent her a sheepish smile. “The All-Father has requested your present, ma’am,” she informed her.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Do you know the reason as to why?” She quizzed.

The woman spared a quick, darting glance at Y/N’s window. “Well, the All-Father has requested all of the palace’s royals and higher-ups to gather in the courtyard. He is gathering local citizens for a, ah, play, and more would like, in this words, his ‘most esteemed confidants to enjoy,’,” she answered, subtly bouncing her weight from one foot to the other.

Y/N thought for a moment. This was the first time she was hearing that the King was holding a play — not to mention, the fact that the last play (if you could even call it that, because by Heimdall’s recounting it was horrific) was held before any of the children of Odin were born.

Just thinking about that caused a twinge to hit her stomach and for it to twist up. Loki. Odin’s youngest child and the one that had most recently left her, as he sacrificed herself to save his vaillant brother, Prince Thor. It had been weeks, maybe even a month, since Y/N had heard the news and had been resorted to a lonely, saddened version of herself. Loki was her best friend, the person she trusted more than anything and—no, no, who was she kidding? He’s more than that, and he deserves to be remembered as more than that by her.

He’s also the one that she loves, and has loved for at least the past year when she realized it.

Nonetheless, she had taken many steps to get through the grief of Loki’s dead — as had his father — and she wasn’t going to let all her hard work crumble down on one, singular thought.

“Very well, then. Please inform the All-Father that I will be there shortly, thank you,” she said.

The woman nodded and bowed her head before exiting.

Once the door had been fully shut and she could hear footsteps no more, Y/N crossed over to her window and drew back the curtains, not having missed the look at said window.

The sunlight poured into her room but the stage was indeed sent. Rows of fine chairs sat with rows of fine people in them. In front, Odin stood with a red curtain drawn closed behind him. His arms were gesturing wildly and he had a big grin on his face as he gave his speech.

Despite the curiosity that itched into Y/N’s face, she pushed it aside. She had never seen the King conduct himself in such ways, but alas, everyone grieved differently. So, she closed the curtains and got dressed for the day ahead.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

The moment Y/N stepped outside, she could’ve sworn that there was already long beads of sweat trailing down her skin. She let out a huff but journeyed on towards the courtyard, as this formal royal wear was necessary and she had no intention of pissing off Sir Snotty-Dickhead — as she called him (he had some fancy and long name she couldn’t remember, in her defense) — who was Odin’s right hand man.

By the time she got there, Odin was still rambling on with his speech, but his sudden notice of Y/N saved the guests from boredom.

“Aha, the guest of honor! Lady Y/N, herself,” Odin announced, bringing his hands together in a clap and gesturing for her to come toward him.

She betrayed herself and her cheeks involuntarily reddened as all eyes laid on her. She approached Odin and curtsied out of respect, but her mind was full of wonderings of why she, of all, would be singled out.

“I’m sure you all know who Lady Y/N is, yes?” He began, briefly pausing before continuing. “If you sadly do not, let me tell you. Lady Y/N had been a friend of the royal family, specifically my child, Loki’s—” the name caused her to suck in a sharp breath, “—and she was granted the title of Lady to uphold the image of the palace and to complete very important Asgardian duties.”

Once he stopped talking and the crowd clapped politely, Y/N took the opportunity she was presented before it’s door could close and quickly went and sat in her seat, the only seat not occupied yet, in the front row.

Odin then began speaking against whilst he walked to the side, “Speaking of my dear child Loki, this play that has been put together is one designed to honor him and his heroic sacrifice. Without further ado . . . ” He let his words trail off, and the red curtain pulled open.

Y/N’s face contorted into surprise at the words, not expecting this to take place. Again, she reminded herself, everyone grieved differently, so she decided to give it a chance. However, as the play went on, she was quick to realize that honoring Loki wasn’t the intention here. The horrid acting could be excused but Odin himself allowing this mockery of how Loki died? Of how he sacrificed himself? Well, with every second that passed, her face heated more and more — and not due to the sweat — and she grit her teeth, just barely refraining from yelling.

The worst part for her came though when the actor who played Loki did a dramatic reenactment of his sacrificed and the actor who played Thor did the worst fake crying ever. Y/N turned to the others, expecting them to be just as enraged as she was, but was floored to find that no—they were laughing. And not just that, but Odin was having himself a chuckle as well!

Her fingers tightly gripped the edges of her chair and she forced herself to look straight ahead, just about able to hold in her tears until the play was over and the actors bowed.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Afterwards, while everyone was standing and giving Odin rounds and rounds of praises, Y/N stayed rooted in her seat. She couldn’t just let this go by as if it were nothing, but she was struggling to compose herself to confront him.

After a couple minutes of going back-and-forth, she decided, screw composure. She didn’t have to be composed. She was allowed to be angry.

So, she stood up and marched straight for him.

“All-Father,” Y/N said through grit teeth, forcing herself to curtesy, “I request your company in private, if I may.”

It took Odin a moment to tear himself away from accepting his latest comment, but the way he quickly glanced over at Y/N, she knew that he had not noticed — or perhaps he did not care — the state she was in.

“My apologies, Lady Y/N, but should I depart now, I fear I shall upset my comrades!” Odin said, ending his comment in a boastful joy, which resulted in laughter and cheers.

He didn’t wait for her response before engaging in another conversation, and Y/N’s lips remained tightly shut until she decided to just go forth and let her stuffed-up emotions out.

“Fine. I will say it in front of everyone, then!” She said, firmly and loudly, gaining everyone’s attention. “That was a pathetic excuse to remember Loki . . . It was an insult! You mocked him, your own child! How could you even— I . . . I just don’t understand . . . He sacrificed himself for your son and for Asgard and this is how you repay him? God. I expected much, much more from you for him because I . . . Let’s just say that we both love Loki, in our own ways, and I-I . . . I am very disappointed.”

Wanting to flee from the tears that were now streaming down her face and from the silence that was pounding, she turned around and she walked away, the realization that she had just confessed her love in front of everyone hitting her.

“Lady Y/N!”

Odin’s words stopped her in her tracks, but she did not turn around. Just stood. Waited.

“He told Thor, before he passed, that he, uh . . . He loved you, too.”

Y/N stared straight ahead, her hand jutting out to grab the pillar next to her to steady herself.

Loki loved her?

She didn’t stop the tears from coming this time. She let them, and the sobs, overwhelm her.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

“Lady Y/N?”

The voice and the knock were much more stiff than they were this morning.

“Come in.”

Her response was devoid of emotion, much more curt than it was this morning.

The same woman turned the door’s knob and opened it, sending Y/N, who was curled up on her bed, head nestled into her knees, a wary look. “The All-Father has requested your presence at his quarters,” she said.

Y/N let out a small huff, in no mood to talk to the King after what had happened. She forced her head up and gazed boredom at the woman. “Is it an emergency?” She deadpanned.

The woman looked around the room and by her lack of response, Y/N knew that either she didn’t know or didn’t want to say.

She sighed. “I will be there shortly,” she said.

The woman nodded and wordlessly left.

After she did, Y/N stood up and went in front of her mirror, taking in her appearance. Her once brushed hair was now frizzy and in knots and her eyes were puffy and red. Angrily, she practically tore the hairbrush through her hair and dabbed at her eyes with makeup until the red could be seen no more. She had no intention of letting him see her this way.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Screw formalities, Y/N thought, as she walked straight into Odin’s quarters which composed of a small living room, a bedroom down the hall, an office, and a bathroom. She didn’t bother to curtsy or announce her presence.

When he finally and gradually turned around from whatever he was doing, a slight look of shock crossed his features, before he replaced it with a warm smile. “Y/N!” He said, but quickly corrected himself, “Lady Y/N.”

Y/N frowned and crossed her arms. “I hope that you have called me here to apologize,” she said, an icy edge to her voice.

Odin nonetheless looked at her kindly. “In a way, yes,” he vaguely said, before a magical transformation underwent before her.

His wrinkles disappeared, his beard disappeared, his grey hair turned jet black, and his clothes transformed into his usual wear.

No longer was the All-Father standing in front of her, but her best friend. The one she loved.

Taken by utter shock, Y/N instinctively stumbled back, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. “What the hell is this?” She gasped out, not wanting to believe it at first. It was a cruel trick — it must be! There was no way.

“It’s me,” the mischievous deity said, a rare softness to his voice and in his eyes. He took a step forward, but then stopped himself. “I never died, I only impersonated my father.”

Y/N stared at him, angry tears coming to her eyes once more. “How?” She forced out, thinking that maybe she was dreaming. “Why?”

Loki looked around, slightly dumbfounded, as if he hadn’t expected anyone to question him. “I wanted the throne,” he answered, as if it were obvious and a perfectly acceptable reason.

Y/N stared at him as if he had grown two heads. To her, he might as well have.

“Oh, really? So you take over your father, trick everyone - me, your brother - into believing that you’re dead, you banish Sif . . . All because you wanted the goddamn throne?” She cried.

The cluelessness left his eyes and replaced itself with guilt, regret pooling inside him. He looked down, shoulders falling with a sigh.

“I’ve felt guilty tricking you ever since it had all went down. I wanted to tell you but, honestly, a part of me didn’t think you’d be that upset over my death. But you were really, so upset and I . . . I was lost. I didn’t know what to do. All I wanted to do was hug you and tell you that it was fine, that I was here, but I thought I’d screw up your emotions and hurt you even more,” he admitted.

Y/N just looked at him, her frown growing deeper. “That’s an awful excuse,” she hissed out, words laced with venom.

Loki immediately snapped his head up to look at her and his gaze held desperateness. “It’s not an excuse,” he said quickly. “It shouldn’t be. I’m . . . I’m so sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to was to trick you, and . . . I did. But today was the final straw. I couldn’t continue like that.”

Y/N took a step forward, having an inner battle in herself on whether or not to forgive him. “You lied to me,” she reiterated bluntly.

Loki nodded guiltily. “I did,” he agreed in a small voice.

She took a pause, taking in a deep breath. “You told me you loved me,” she added.

There was a brief moment of silence before Loki said, in the same small way but a little more firm now, “I do.”

Y/N kept walking, not even fully sure or convinced of what she was doing, but knowing that she needed to do it, until she was standing just inches away from him. They looked at each other for a couple moments, neither saying anything, until Y/N wrapped her arms around Loki. He returned the embrace.

“Never do that to me again!” She yelled through the tears that were now coming. God, was she tired of crying. Especially today.

Loki hugged her tighter, his own tears falling. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, and repeated that over, and over, and over again. “I’m an idiot.”

Y/N leaned back and cupped his face with her hands. The love she had for him overwhelmed her pain, and more than anything she needed him now. Besides, she could see his guilt. She could see the truth shining in his eyes. He wouldn’t do anything like this again, because he loved her. And she loved him.

“At least you’re self-aware,” she whispered through a sniff, taking a page out of his book with her joking remark. Before he could quip back (and she was sure he’d have an excellent one), she leaned forward and captured his lips in his a kiss. Loki smiled against her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.

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SUMMARY: Sokka didn’t expect the girl who held a knife to his neck to be the same girl he’d fall for. Y/N didn’t really expect to fall either. 

WORD COUNT: 10k

WARNINGS: injuries, implications of death, kisses, bloodbending, threats of bodily harm, death threats

A/N: time to give sokka the attention and hype he is OWED, also im SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGG but this is quite possibly my favorite Y/N. writing for sokka is hard tho. im not sure how much i like this tbh but its really long omg. also thank you!!!! i feel honored to be considered the best :D you are too kind

When she was younger, Y/N joined Azula’s little troupe of girls. Though she wasn’t some loyal little soldier for her to order around, no, Y/N never feared Azula. Nor did she follow her blindly. No, it had always been a struggle for power between the two. Even when her father was booted from the throne as the rightful heir. 

Losing her brother made her wonder if giving up like her father had in Ba Sing Se was the easy way out. Perhaps thats why she promised herself she would never give up. Maybe thats why she challenged Azula to... an unofficial duel when she’d heard her comment. Challenged her and won. 

The new Fire Lord’s pride and joy had lost against his niece, a shame. 

Y/N hadn’t thought much of it, but it probably would’ve explained why Fire Lord Ozai was rather pleased when Y/N had came to him and explained her intents to go alongside her father and cousin in banishment. She was, no matter how unlikely, another potential heir to the throne. And unlike Zuko, an actual threat. Sending her on a journey to find someone who’d been missing for a century was the best way to get rid of her. 

If Y/N was honest, she viewed the banishment as more of a vacation. All her life, she had to deal with banquets, politics, war tactics, all at such a young age. It was tiring, and dull, spending day and night in the palace doing such things. Now, she had the opportunity to travel the world, though her grumpy cousin was rushing them throughout each spot, it was still nice. Zuko certainly didn’t think so, given that they hadn’t found the Avatar yet, not that Y/N believed they ever would but, it is what it is.

A sigh escaped her as she sat, on leg propped up against the other on the deck of the ship, they had arrived in the Southern Water Tribe after seeing an odd light in the distance. Maybe it was cruel, but Y/N sincerely hoped they didn’t find the Avatar. She didn’t want her vacation to end, she didn’t want to return to the politics, and she didn’t want to deal with one of the most powerful people on the planet. Aside from her own desires, Y/N couldn’t help but disapprove of Zuko’s need to please his father, the man who’d hurt him beyond forgiveness.

She sincerely doubted her father approved either. Though their relationship had been strained for some time now. Y/N didn’t hate her father, she doubted that was possible, he was a kind man and a good father. Things between them simply felt... off. She liked to think she’d gotten over it, the initial jealously she felt when she discovered her father intended to join Zuko on his hunt for the Avatar.

When she’d found out from Fire Lord Ozai. 

Sometimes she wondered if her father even intended to say goodbye. But she wasn’t a fool, Y/N knew he had recently lost a son, they were both hurting and Zuko needed someone who wasn’t going to hurt him if he did something wrong. Though, Y/N saw him try to save the lives of the soldiers of the so-called great Fire Nation, not do something wrong. Regardless, Zuko needed a father figure, yes. But Y/N needed a father as she grappled with the death of her brother. 

Maybe she was just a little bitter about it. 

“Are you coming?” Zuko asked, his words coming out harshly.

Raising a brow, Y/N shook her head, “no. Don’t get too violent, though.” She warned, looking at him pointedly, “they’re a small tribe that’s going extinct.” 

Zuko rolled his eyes as he exclaimed, “that’s not my fault!”

Sitting up to face him, Y/N smacked him upside the head as she walked past him, “considering the royal family, which you are a part of need I remind you, ordered the genocide of every single Waterbender they had...” She paused, cracking her knuckles before turning to look back at Zuko, “I would say you that everyone here probably blames you for it by assosiation.” Y/N reasoned. She had never liked the history that her ancestors had, much less approved.

Taken aback, Zuko exclaimed, “you’re a part of the royal family too!”  Y/N was well aware of the circumstances surrounding his banishment, he’d tried to save lives, but war was the only thing that mattered to the Fire Nation it appeared. 

His attempt at defense simply earned him a shrug, “perhaps.” Y/N didn’t consider herself a member of the royal family, and she doubted her father did either. And no matter what Zuko thought, though he was royal by blood, his banishment severed his ties to the throne permanently.

Unless they happened to find the Avatar, though that wasn’t very likely, Y/N decided she would rethinking her life choices should the Avatar be here of all places, as she rested her forearms on the side of the ship and watched Zuko march down his soldiers.

She wasn’t going to tell him that the Southern Water Tribe didn’t have a military, much less benders. As previously mentioned, the genocide destroyed the benders, and the most of the soldiers in the village had headed off to fight in the war against the Fire Nation. Though her brow did raise as she watched him yank an old lady from the small crowd of people, Y/N straightened her back, preparing to get involved. 

Of course, a young warrior ended up running at her cousin, war paint and all as he attempted to attack. Key word being attempted. Watching him fall face first into the snow, Y/N realized he wasn’t a warrior, but a boy. The Avatar also happened to be a boy. A very, very young boy. Not a century year old Airbender. 

Y/N supposed it was time to start rethinking her life. 

Sokka didn’t know what he was supposed to do as he helped Princess Yue onto the Sky Bison. They needed to find Aang’s physical body, quickly, otherwise he wouldn’t be returning to the real world, and they happened to be fresh out of Avatars up until recently so that wasn’t really an option. Not when they needed the balance of the world to be restored immediately. 

Sighing, Sokka moved to get onto the Sky Bison, only to be yanked backwards, stumbling before having a knife pressed to his neck. “What the hell!” He exclaimed in shock, garnering the attention of the others that were already on Appa. Katara’s mouth gaping open at the sight of him as Princess Yue cried out in shock.

The knife against his neck is certainly uncomfortable, and he realizes that he probably should’ve stuck around Kyoshi Island long enough to learn how to get out a situation like this. “I’m coming with you. Someone has to make sure Zuko doesn’t do anything else dumb.” Comes a voice from behind him, and Sokka’s brows furrowed in confusion, who was this? And why were they trying to kill him? More importantly, how did they know Prince Zuko, the guy who had been chasing them since Aang had come out of that iceberg. Questions ran rampant through his mind, and he nearly forgot that his life was being threatened.

That was a luxury he couldn’t afford at the moment. 

Though he couldn’t see the person behind him, he could see Katara grimace at her demand, anyone associated with Prince Zuko likely had a similar end goal, to capture the Avatar. This wasn’t something they could allow, and Sokka recognized this as Katara asked, “why should we trust you?” Katara’s eyes soon met Sokka’s and he knew that no matter what he said, she would give into the girl’s demands for his safety. Sokka mentally scolded himself for failing to prevent this situation. 

The girl behind him scoffed, “unlike my dear cousin,” Sokka couldn’t help the shock that flooded him, cousin? As in Zuko is this girl’s cousin? Or did she mean someone else? He was kidding himself, there was no one else it could be. “I like banishment, it’s like a fun little vacation. I could care less about the Avatar.” The knife draws in closer to Sokka’s neck, nearly drawing blood, likely expressing the fact that she could care less if Katara believed her. Though Sokka doubted she didn’t care about the Avatar, he was one of the most important people in the world. 

But Sokka would likely die if she didn’t agree, or at least end up fatally injured. No matter how far Katara had come with her Waterbending, she hadn’t perfected it yet, and healing was only so effective. Sokka sincerely doubted she could beat the speed of this girl and her weapon considering the fact that she’d gotten the jump on them the first time around. Death wasn’t something he wanted, but anyone who knew Zuko couldn’t be trusted, much less someone who shared his blood. If he turned out... like that, Sokka didn’t want to imagine how this stranger ended up.

“Don’t try anything.” Katara warned, eyeing the girl wearily. Though it was an empty threat for the most part, in the air, there was little Katara could do against a foe. Though three, well two if you exclude the princess, against one seemed like favorable odds, this girl seemed talented in combat, even without bending.

She released Sokka, and he turned to see her beaming up at Katara, “happy to be doing business with ya.” Turning to Sokka, she looked him up and down, sizing him up before speaking, “be a gentleman and help me up?” Yeah, she was crazy. The pretty ones are always crazy. That, and she was Zuko’s cousin, it made sense. Though Sokka was fairly sure that she was joking, you could never be too sure.

“Who even are you?!” He exclaimed, exasperated and preparing to whip out his boomerang as he glared at her. He didn’t recognize her, but she’d likely been traveling with Zuko for quite some time now if they were related.

She just shrugged, “you can call me Y/N.” She got onto Appa with ease, Katara on guard a she eyed her, eyes piercing into her soul, Y/N raised a brow upon noticing this, “calm down. I wouldn’t have killed him.”

Katara inhaled deeply, trying to maintain patience as Sokka got into the saddle, “yip, yip.”

Y/N wasn’t really shocked when it turned out Azula was after them. Of course good old Uncle Ozai sent his most valuable asset to bring them back. Though some good at come of it, Zuko cut his ponytail, something Y/N had taken pleasure in bullying him over. Now they were on the run, in the very city that her father had tried to run to the ground all those years ago. 

Irony at its finest.

Tugging at the sleeves of her Earth Kingdom garments, Y/N sighed, walking through the streets of the city. She didn’t know where she was if she was honest, and standing in the beautiful plaza, Y/N wondered if maybe, it would be better if she never returned back to that horrid apartment. Her father was starting over, getting them all jobs at a tea shop, even Zuko had tried to move on, going out on a date with a girl. 

The Earth Kingdom was an odd place, but here, no one knew who she was. It wouldn’t be difficult to restart, alone. Without the expectations she’d been raised with. Fists balling up, Y/N exhaled slowly, turning a corner. There wasn’t graffiti in this part of the city, she realized, staring at the walls. Though there was an odd poster, squinting at it, she moved closer. It was a poorly drawn image of-

A Sky Bison. The same one she’d ridden on back during the Siege of the North, not that any others existed, the Sky Bison were a dying breed. Which could only mean one thing, the Avatar was in Ba Sing Se. 

"Have you seen him?” She heard from behind her. Y/N recognized the voice, it belonged to the boy she’d held at knife point, “the drawing isn’t my best but-”

Turning around she spoke rapidly, “don’t freak out.” This was a problem.

Y/N liked to think she was the least threatening of the Royal Family, aside from her father that is. Though they could both be lethal in their own ways, neither demonstrated the true extents of their power unless it was truly necessary. Maybe that’s why Y/N hoped that the boy, Sokka, she believed his name was, wouldn’t freak out.

Of course, he did. Dropping the posters in his hand, he opened his mouth, likely to scream, only for Y/N to practically tackle him. She slammed his body against the wall, covering his mouth with her hand as she glared at him. Sokka let out a grunt of surprise, immediately beginning to struggle in her hold, “calm down! I don’t have a knife this time around.” Y/N cried out, her voice a hushed whisper. Of course, what she said was a lie, she always had at least three weapons on her. Upon entering the city, she’d knocked that number down to only two weapons, much to her dismay and Iroh’s relief.

She felt him lick her hand, and she quickly removed her hand in disgust, while keeping the other planted on his shoulder, they both exclaimed, “what the hell!”

Sokka’s eyes narrowed at her, “look. I don’t wanna cause a scene, so I’m just gonna go-” He sighed when her hand remained on his shoulder, firmly holding him against the wall as he tried to move away only to be pushed back into the wall. “Or not.” 

“Look, you cannot go back to your little group and tell them that I’m here.” Y/N tried to choose her words carefully, if she didn’t need to, she didn’t want to suggest that her father and Zuko were also in the city. “I’m trying to have a permanent vacation, away from the Fire Nation and my crazy family, in Ba Sing Se.” She explained, slowly removing her hand from his shoulder, “think you can respect that?”

He looked at her wearily, during their last interaction, she’d made no attempts to actually injure them. And when she had the Avatar right in front of her, unlike Zuko, she hadn’t tried to kidnap him. Y/N had been honest last time, and chances were, she was being honest now. That didn’t make him feel any better about trusting her though. 

“How do I know you won’t follow me and kill me in my sleep?”

Y/N looked at him incredulously, “is that a joke?” She’d considered that too though, the possibility that he’d follow her back to her shared apartment and alert his friends of their location. Y/N refused to be the reason that they lost their new lives in Ba Sing Se, and had already decided to check into an inn for the night. 

Raising a brow at her, Sokka gestured for her to give him an answer, and Y/N stared at him momentarily, “well. How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?” Y/N retorted.

Sokka rolled his eyes at her, “I’m a good person.” Came his response.

“Debatable.” 

Sokka stared at her in disbelief, “I’m trying to save the world here!” He exclaimed, and Y/N wasn’t shocked by his response, her goal had been to fluster him and she had.

Tilting her head at him, Y/N replied, “sure.” Stretching her arms upwards, she waves to him, “don’t tell your friends I was here, and we’re good.” She began to walk further into the alley, towards the other side, “see you around.” If he was here, his friends were probably around the area as well, meaning she had to leave.

His mouth gaped open and he stared at her figure as she stalked off, pausing momentarily before groaning and running after her, ending up at her side. “What do you mean, sure?” Sokka asked, confusion laced in his tone. 

Y/N raised a brow at him. “What are you doing?”  She wanted to laugh at his reaction, though he was now following her liked a lovesick puppy, which could prove problematic. 

Crossing his arms he responded, “making sure you don’t do anything bad.” Sokka eyed her suspiciously, “because I am a good person.” He asserted.

“And I’m a bad person?”

She already knew he was going to say, ‘yes, yes you are.’ After all, she was from the Fire Nation, and Y/N had no doubt she’d done terrible things in her life, especially when she’d fallen into a dark place and taken on... less than favorable coping mechanisms. 

And he’s silent for a moment, leaving Y/N to wonder if he suddenly cares about the feelings of the enemy. Only for him to say, “in my experience... good people can do bad things.” 

That wasn’t what she expected. Y/N found herself stunned, speechless as she looked to Sokka, though he simply continued to walk alongside her nonchalantly. Quickly collecting herself, she looks away from him and to the nearby food stand, “that didn’t answer my question.” And as Sokka opened his mouth to likely continue his statement, Y/N realized she didn’t want to know the answer as she spoke, “you want food? I want food. Let’s get food.”

Sighing, Sokka followed her, “as long as you don’t poison me.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed at his comment, looking back at him, “do you-” A small laugh escaped her, “do you think I just carry around poison?” 

Sokka didn’t know why he swelled with pride when he made her laugh, “in case you run into your enemies, absolutely.” It was probably because she was the enemy, and it took real talent to make someone who hated you laugh. 

“How often do you think I run into my enemies and invite them to get food with me?” She asked, picking up a few things from the stand, before heading over to pay.

Frowning, Sokka watches her pay, “I thought we were bonding over,” he paused to take a meat bun from her and shove it into her face dramatically, “meat! Yet, I’m still your enemy.”

Y/N simply shrugged, “this is a one time thing.”

It was not a one time thing. 

Sokka found himself ‘coincidentally’ running into Y/N, more and more often. She’d be walking through the streets of the upper ring about once a week, though she had started walking through the streets of the inner ring of Ba Sing Se far more frequently than normal in recent weeks. He’d been meaning to ask her why, maybe she’d also grown accustomed to their meetings and started to come around more. During their meetups they’d talk, about things other than the war, which was a conversation difficult to come by with the others. Though he cared for his friends, talking to Y/N felt different, a good different. She wasn’t overbearing like Katara, or mean like Toph, but she also wasn’t as passive as Aang. 

It was odd. Knowing someone who had once held a knife to your neck in a more friendly way. Though, if Sokka was honest, he didn’t trust her, and she likely didn’t trust him either. They’d both taken precautions due to the mistrust between them, not that be blamed her. At the end of the day, they were still on opposing sides, kind of. Y/N had never seemed to care about finding the Avatar, but she was certainly loyal to her family above all else.

She’d demonstrated that in the Northern Water Tribe. 

Sokka was the same, if he had saw an inkling of betrayal as a possibility, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell the others. Their safety was his priority at the end of the day, and Y/N didn’t owe him anything, just like he didn’t owe her anything. Maybe that was the beauty of it all. But for now, everything remained peaceful, calming, and simple.

Of course, all good things must come to an end. 

Katara had oddly disappeared after Aang arrived with news of his vision. And then, as though things couldn’t get any weirder, Iroh arrived, Y/N’s apparent Father Iroh. Toph seemed to know him well, which certainly came as a shock to Sokka and Aang. “I need your help, Prince Zuko has been captured.” He explained, opening his mouth to continue only for Sokka to interrupt. He couldn’t help it when his brows furrowed in both confusion and frustration, Y/N had never suggested that the rest of her family was here.

“Are you crazy? You guys were trying to capture Aang not to long ago!” Sokka pointed out, throwing his arms outwards, “why not get Y/N to help?” She was certainly capable of raiding the palace and retrieving her cousin.

At this comment, Iroh’s face darkened, “we were separated in the palace. I’m unsure if they managed to capture her or if she escaped.” Oh. So that’s what he was going to say. 

Sokka couldn’t help it when his face dropped, looking to Iroh he exclaimed, “well- why didn’t you lead with that!” Pushing past Aang who had been prepared to start giving a speech on why they should assist Iroh, only for his mouth to gape open as Sokka headed for the door.

“Why are you so eager?” Toph asked as they began to follow him out the door.

He faltered, quickly trying to think up a good excuse as he replied, “no reason.” 

Toph’s frowned, “I can tell when you’re lying Sokka.” She reminded him. 

“We can discuss this later!” He exclaimed, flustered. “Let’s go.”

Y/N had contemplated killing Zuko before. 

It had never really been serious, as far as she would’ve gone was maybe injuring him badly enough that she got her point across. But at the end of the day, she protected Zuko to the best of her ability, and tried to keep his mind from being poisoned by the Fire Nation ideals that she’d once lived by unquestionably. 

Now she actually wanted him dead. He stood alongside Azula, who had offered Y/N her spot in her little gang hours ago, though she’d rejected the offer much to Azula’s chagrin. But she seemed sure that Y/N would accept some time soon. Perhaps it was because Zuko had betrayed her father and left him to the Dai Li. 

He had betrayed her father, the man who had practically raised both of them. 

Y/N had a violent past, she wouldn’t deny, and she liked to think that she was past all that. But looking at the situation ahead of them, watching the Waterbender, Sokka’s sister, Katara, cry over the body of the Avatar, she realized that maybe violence was the answer. Just this once. 

So, when she hopped in front of them, she had a plan. A violent one. 

“Pull yourself together.” She snapped at Katara, who looked up at her, bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down her confused face, “he’s getting out of here alive. But first, I need you to soak them.” Y/N gestured towards the troops coming towards them, Zuko and Azula accompanying them. Katara opened her mouth, and Y/N didn’t care what she was going to say as she ordered, “now!” 

Katara’s brows drew together as she released the Avatar’s head onto her lap, raising her hands to use the waterfall behind them to successfully drench the soldiers, who groaned at the discomfort but pausing temporarily before they continued towards them. “What did you think that would accomplish? What a pitiful-” Azula’s taunts were paused when she watched as Y/N drew her hands together, inhaling deeply, and Azula stopped her movement. “That’s not possible.” 

Suddenly, lightning was between Y/N’s fingertips, and she extended her hand into the large puddle of water that Katara had created. Y/N had learnt to bend lightning soon after she’d mastered Firebending, from her father, he’d insisted that she only use it when necessary, so she kept her ability to herself. This was necessary, she decided, hand touching the water and sending a shock throughout everyone with it, successfully putting all of the soldiers out of commission. 

Unfortunately, Azula recognized the signs of lightning bending, and withdrew alongside Zuko, and the two were now coming to attack from above at a rapid rate. Y/N whipped her head around to see Katara, mouth gaped open at all the fallen soldiers. “You two need to leave, I’ll hold them off.” She began to move to create another strike of lightning

“No.” Called out another voice, and Y/N whipped her head over to see it was her father, Dai Li agents likely nearby as he moved in front of Y/N. “You all need to leave. Take Y/N with you, she will help the Avatar reach his destiny.” Y/N wanted to laugh at that, how could he be so sure? If the boy did die, then this would all be for nothing

Y/N scoffed, “are you crazy?” She moved closer to her father, “unlike Zuko, I’m not leaving you.” She exclaimed, exasperated. 

Iroh simply smiled at her as he said, “I’m proud of you, Y/N.” 

Sokka knew he seemed dumb. He knew how others perceived him, as the ‘extra’ member of Team Avatar, the useless one, because he lacked bending. At the end of the day, Sokka was the brains of their operations, he was observant, and this helped him develop plans that most people would never even consider.

Not that anyone else knew, but Sokka was the only one that had actually interacted with Y/N prior to what happened in Ba Sing Se. Sure, they’d all met once or twice in the past, but Sokka had a knife to his throat then, so Y/N probably didn’t seem that appealing to the others. And he doubted they understood how odd it was that she was so... apathetic. Normally she’d tease, and joke alongside him but now? 

It was odd, and nobody else could notice the shift in her personality but him, and he was concerned. Y/N had lost her father, and been betrayed by her cousin, and she had yet to talk about it, at all. Sokka liked to think that they were close enough to discuss such things, and he’d tried to get some sort of emotion out of her, the key word being tried. 

Despite her apathetic personality, the others had warmed up to her for the most part. Apparently Toph had met Y/N in the past, during the time she’d run off and encountered Iroh. So, the two got acquainted fairly fast, Aang was happy to have a Firebender, and insisted that once he was back to full strength, and they’d found a better place for practice, he’d learn Firebending from her. Y/N had agreed but it was clear Aang wasn’t as excited as he was acting, Sokka figured he still associated the time he hurt Katara with Firebending.

Katara had been far less weary of Y/N than Sokka had expected, but given what Katara had told him when she’d first joined, that made sense. Y/N was a powerful Firebender who had betrayed her entire nation to help save Aang’s life, and though Katara didn’t approve of everything she’d done in the past, she tolerated her. Which was better than nothing in Sokka’s book.

They were currently camped out in the woods beside a Fire Nation town, everyone had scattered to prepare for the few nights they’d likely stay in the area. Katara had gone to the town with Toph and Aang, in search of supplies and food, while Sokka and Y/N set up the camp and collected wood to help start a fire. Y/N had insisted that she could maintain the fire without any wood, but Sokka viewed this as an excuse to get her alone and force her to discuss her feelings.

“So...” Sokka mumbled, looking to her as she leaned down to pick up another piece of wood, “lovely weather we’re having.”

Y/N turned to him, raising a brow before nodding, “yeah.” It was clear she wasn’t entirely paying attention the nonsense that was coming out of his mouth as he tried to get her to listen to him. 

Sokka grabbed another piece of wood, “how have you been?”

Tilting her head at him in confusion, Y/N brought another piece of wood into her arms, “fine.” Looking up at the dimming sky she frowned, “we should start heading back to that spot we’d found earlier.” Y/N turned to begin walking, and Sokka struggled to match her pace.

His brows furrowed in frustration as he stared at her, the light of the falling sun filtering in between the trees and onto them. Y/N seemed to glow as she maneuvered between the trees, “how have you been sleeping?” Even Sokka sounded confused at the question he asked, but he didn’t know how to broach the topic with Y/N.

She simply paused her movement, turning to him, he stumbled slightly due to the abrupt stop, and met her eyes. “Just ask what you wanna ask, Sokka. Stop dancing around whatever it is.” Y/N sounded tired, looking to him expectantly as she awaited his question. Sokka scolded himself for being so obvious that she’d noticed something was up. 

He sighed, “are you okay?” And she opened her mouth to respond but he continued, “actually? You can say that you are okay, and not mean it. Y/N you lost your dad and were betrayed by your cousin, and you-” Sokka grimaced as he met her eyes, “you haven’t been the same since you joined us.”

Y/N is silent for a moment, then her eyes were piercing into his, “how would you know that I haven’t been the same?” She asked, turning away to continue walking back to the chosen campsite, “it’s not like you know me.” His statement had set her off it appeared, but her response had easily done the same for him. 

“Are you serious? Not like I know you?” He scoffed, jogging to catch up with her, “I know that you do whatever it takes to protect the people you care about. I know that you really like Earth Kingdom food because most of the food within the Fire Nation is on the spicier side.” Y/N didn’t seem to be listening, and the camp was in sight, but Sokka continued, “I know that you get really cold easily unless you regulate your body temperature with your Firebending. And I know that you can’t pick a favorite color because you are very indecisive.” 

Aggressively, Y/N dropped the sticks into the center of the campsite as they arrived, turning to him, “you can stop now.” Her voice was almost taunting as she spoke, sarcastic in a way. 

Sokka simply followed suit, placing the firewood in the center and facing her head on, “and most importantly, I know what it’s like to lose someone.” He takes her hand, and Y/N practically growls at the contact, attempting to yank her hand out of his grasp, she ends up pulling him closer towards her. Sokka clumsily topples onto her, knocking the both of them down into the dirt with a grunt. His forearms preventing him from crushing Y/N under his body weight as he held himself up, his eyes meet hers.

Y/N finds herself glaring daggers at him, while Sokka finishes his little speech with, “you don’t have to deal with this alone.”

And in that moment, he looks at her, really looks at her. And she’s really pretty.

Y/N opens her mouth to say something to him, only for someone else to begin speaking, “are we interrupting something?” Toph. Looking up, Sokka sees the others as well, Aang looks rather smug as he wiggles his eyebrows at Sokka, and Katara gives him a pointed look, likely disappointed that he’d fraternizing with the former enemy. He can’t help it when he feels his cheeks warm, and before he can move to get off Y/N, she’s launched him off of her, and he’s flat on his back on the ground. Toph laughs at the actions, bending a seat of earth for herself and the others before falling backwards into it, the girl seems to wish she had popcorn as she watched the moment unfold.

“No.” Y/N mumbles, bringing herself to her feet and dusting herself off. “I’ll be in my tent if you need me.” She retreats into one of the tents they’d set up earlier, and Sokka groans as he lets his head fall backwards into the ground and runs his hands over his face.

When he removes them, Aang is standing over him, along with Toph, while Katara organizes the firewood. “So... did we interrupt something?” Toph asked.

Sokka just sighs, his plan failed. This time at least. Next time, his goal would be to make her laugh, to make her smile. At least she had expressed some emotion, anger was better than nothing.

Anger seemed to turn to annoyance, since Y/N doesn’t leave her tent until nightfall and Sokka can’t help but wonder what was entertaining enough to keep her in there for all that time. When she does exit, she uses her Firebending to light a fire, and uses the firewood they’d collected earlier to ensure it stays alight. The rest of the group was seated around the center of the campsite, and Sokka wonders if she’s going to go back to her tent when she realizes the only open seat is next to him. 

She doesn’t return to her tent though and he’s grateful. Though she sits as far as possible from him on the bench that Toph had created, half-heartedly listening to the things that the others are saying. Y/N can feel herself getting cold and can’t help the resent that bubbles up in her chest as she recalls what Sokka send earlier. Exhaling deeply, a puff of blue fire escapes her mouth and Y/N feels nauseous at the small reminder of Azula. 

This catches Sokka’s attention, though the others are too enraptured in the story Aang was telling, Sokka turned to her, “cold?” He asked, leaning to the side to grab a blanket from his small pack, he offers it to her.

Y/N knew she wouldn’t be able to regulate her temperature when she fell asleep, but accepting the blanket from Sokka felt like... it felt like accepting him and everything he had said about her. So, when she doesn’t take the blanket from his hands, Sokka sighs, moving to put it back, only for Y/N to snatch the blanket from his hand and wrap it around herself begrudgingly.

This was her way of apologizing, moving closer to Sokka on the small bench she huffed as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself and turned her attention to Aang. She’d been mean, she wouldn’t deny, but what was she supposed to say? Exhaling deeply, Y/N closes her eyes temporarily, allowing drowsiness to consume her for a moment, before looking back to Aang.

It isn’t until Sokka feels a weight fall onto his shoulder midway through his own story that he realizes Y/N has fallen asleep, his mouth gaping open in shock as he pauses his words. He quickly shakes off the shock, cheeks warming as he turns back to the rest of the group, who all regard him curiously. Aang once again wiggles his eyebrows and Sokka ignores the action, continuing his story. Though he’s more weary of his vivid hand movements in fear of awakening Y/N, and noticeably quiets his voice. Sokka finds himself wishing he was Y/N as he listens to Katara’s Water Tribe horror story intently, after all, this is the most peaceful he’s ever seen her. 

It doesn’t last long, because she’s soon startled awake, hand going to her side where she keeps her dagger as she and Toph speak simultaneously, “someone’s coming.”

As an old woman emerges from the shadows, Sokka practically holds Y/N down to keep her from lunging at her and attacking as the woman speaks. And of course, Y/N’s distaste for the woman doesn’t stop there, even when she invites them into her home, though Sokka doesn’t blame her. She’s a suspicious woman. 

It’s not until he and Aang are attacking each other that Sokka regrets preventing Y/N from attacking the old woman when she had the chance. Katara is struggling to move, and Sokka can only hope that Toph and Y/N return from the cave soon as he yelps upon nearly making contact with Aang, the old woman laughing cynically. Sokka watches as she shifts, hand outstretching behind her, “don’t think I forgot you little Firebender.” 

His eyes widen in both shock and fear as Y/N’s body is suddenly thrown onto the ground in front of him. Her body rising almost mechanically, back to a stand, Sokka realizes there’s lightning at her fingertips, the woman manipulating her body to aim for Sokka. “A shame you’ll be the woman to end your friend’s life isn’t it,” She’s making eye contact with Katara who is crying out and begging for her to stop.

Sokka can see the panic in Y/N’s eyes as the her hands aim towards him, “Y/N. It’s okay.” He calls out her, in an attempt at assurance that he doubts does much to soothe her. “It’s okay.” He repeats, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepares for the lightning to hit him. Except it never does, instead, it goes upwards into the sky as Y/N cries out in pain, having moved her body despite the woman blending her blood. 

She had overpowered Hama’s bloodbending, something that clearly came as a shock to the old woman as Y/N turned around sluggishly, staring at the shocked old woman as blue fire left her mouth once more, chest heaving. Sokka could feel the weight on his bones slowly disappear, leaving behind an ache, the woman likely intended to focus her abilities onto Y/N, who was struggling to walk towards her. 

“Scared?” Y/N asked, looking up at the woman, “you should be.”

The next time that Team Avatar feared Y/N. She was face to face with Zuko.

He’d approached them as they sat in the Air Temple. And Y/N had practically jumped out of her seat, preparing for a fight as lightning seemed to dance at her fingertips. Though Sokka knew better than to allow her to attack her cousin, and grabbed her arm. “Can you guys handle this?” He asks the others, maintaining eye contact with Y/N. The others looked to them understanding what would likely occur if Y/N was allowed to be involved.

Zuko wouldn’t walk away from that fight. 

“We got this Sokka.” Katara assured, pure hate in her eyes as she stared Zuko down, and Sokka couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he should remove both of them from the situation. 

Sokka’s hand found Y/N’s, and it was almost burning hot, a sparks seeming to fly between them, he pulls at her hand. Y/N hesitantly allows him to drag her away, though she turns back momentarily to meet Zuko’s eyes. “I’ll kill you later, cousin.” She promises, and her voice is scarily calm. “For my father.” The condescending tone in her voice and the wince Zuko has in response is enough for Sokka to know that her intent was to hurt him emotionally if she couldn’t do it physically, and it was clear she had been successful.

Inhaling deeply, Y/N closes her eyes temporarily as Sokka brings her into one of many abandoned rooms in the temple, sitting her down onto a bed before kneeling down in front of her. “Are you good?” He asks. 

“That’s a stupid question.” Comes her response.

Sokka tilts his head at her, giving her a smile, “well I’m a stupid guy.” 

He’s rubbing gentle circles in her hand as she shakes her head, a small laugh escaping her, “no you’re not.” Her voice cracks and she cringes at the sound so she clears her throat, staring at the wall beside her. Sokka can’t help the way his heart swells at this comment, because for once he doesn’t feel like the comic relief, he doesn’t feel like the side character. Though he appreciates the rest of Team Avatar and loves them all dearly, at times, they didn’t take him seriously. 

Y/N makes him feel important. Though he doesn’t say this as he looks at her, clearly shaken by Zuko’s sudden appearance, she speaks once more, “are you sure I can’t kill him?”

This time Sokka laughs, shaking his head, “I’m sure Katara would love to help you with that, but I doubt Aang would approve.” 

Y/N nods slowly, letting out a shaky breath as a tear escaped her, though she quickly wiped it away and looks to the ground. “You wanna sit with me?” She asks, patting the spot on the bed beside her. 

“Sure.” He replies softly, moving to sit on the bed with her. One he’s situated, Y/N leans her head onto his shoulder, and Sokka finds his hand wrapping around her waist. And they sit like this for several moments. 

Taking a deep breath, Y/N removes her head from his shoulder and looks to him, “thank you.”

Sokka raises a brow, “for what?”

“Being here.” She replies, bringing her hand to move a hair from his face, Sokka watches her actions intently and in awe. “With me.” Her hand remains on his face for longer than necessary, and when she moves to let it fall back into her lap, Sokka’s hand cups hers. 

They’re both silent when Sokka’s hand releases hers, and his other hand leaves her waist, both coming to her face. The look in his eyes tells her enough, and she nods to him. 

The kiss felt like the first breath of fresh air in a while. Maybe it’s because it had been long overdue, but as Y/N brought her hands to his arms to pull him closer, she felt her head empty of all thoughts. 

He pulls away momentarily, their foreheads resting against each others, he can see her eyes are shut, lashes pressed against her cheeks. “I hope,” Sokka pauses, and her eyes flutter open to look at him, he can feel his cheek warm as he continues, “I hope I can always be here, with you.” It’s a confession in its own way, and Sokka understands the weight of his words as he watches her reaction. 

She opens her mouth, likely to reply, be closes it quickly, and Sokka can’t help the panic that floods him. Though this is quickly replaced by the feeling of her lips on his as her hand collides with his chest and pushes him down on the bed, earning a grunt from him. 

“Guys, Zuko is gone-” Y/N throws herself onto the floor as she rolls off Sokka, and he sits up immediately. “Am I interrupting something now?” Aang asked, giving Sokka a look.

Y/N clears her throat, “no.” Sokka couldn’t help it when his brows drew together at this comment, bringing a hand to his temple as he sighed, and Y/N stood, dusting off her thighs as she mumbled, “see you guys later.”

She started avoiding him after that. 

When Zuko joined the group, she’s also made a point to avoid him no matter how hard he tried to apologize to her. And of course, when Sokka first showed him to his room they had a... chat. To put it simply, Sokka had threatened him. 

Just a little. 

“So yeah, here it is, your room.” Gesturing to the room, Sokka gave Zuko a tight lipped smile, watching him wearily. 

Zuko’s back was to him as he placed his stuff down, “thank you.” He said, expecting that to be the end of it, upon hearing the door close he assumed Sokka had left.

When he turned around, Sokka was still very much there. “Let’s have a chat, Prince Zuko.” It didn’t go unnoticed by Sokka how the boy grimaced at the use of his title, though that didn’t stop him from moving forward and placing a hand on Zuko’s shoulder a little too tightly. “Y/N does not want to speak with you.”

“I know,” Came his reply. “Thank you for keeping her from... killing me. The other day. I intend to apologize-”

A small laugh escaped Sokka, “next time. I won’t stop her.” This was for multiple reasons, one of which being that Y/N was avoiding him, and the other being that he wished to respect her and her feeling about Zuko. “And you need to respect her wishes. One of those wishes being, avoiding you. Until she approaches you, leave her be.”

Zuko’s brows furrowed at this comment, “she’s my cousin. You can’t expect-”

“Leave. Her. Be.” 

Zuko became silent, nodding slowly as he looked to Sokka curiously. 

And now, to avoid some of his problems and solve some of them, Sokka ended up running away in a hot air balloon with the person he related to the most at the moment, and the person he threatened rather recently. Zuko. Both of them were being avoided by someone important in their lives, and they both had slightly crazy younger sisters. Though their conversations were certainly... odd.

“My first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

Zuko looked at him for a moment before saying, “that’s rough, buddy.” There was silence after this, a temporary lapse in conversation that Zuko seemed determined to fill. “So...” Zuko mumbled. “You and my cousin huh.” 

It wasn’t a question, Sokka realized this, but he disregarded it as he responded, “what about us?” Playing dumb would hopefully get him to drop the subject. 

Zuko raised his brows at Sokka, “us?” 

Scolding himself, Sokka realized he’d unintentionally dug a deeper hole for himself when he said this as he tried to avoid Zuko’s gaze. “Not really.” Sokka replied, “she’s avoiding me too.” 

Nodding, Zuko gave him a tight lipped smile, “what did you do?”

“I wish I knew.” Sokka could only make assumptions about why Y/N had begun to avoid him, but at the end of the day was confused over it.

He really needed to talk to her. 

As the day of Sozin’s Comet drew closer, Sokka had started trying to talk to Y/N more and more, she’d keep basic conversation but whenever he tried to address... the kiss, Y/N would shut down the conversation. And now, it was the day of Sozin’s Comet, and they established that Zuko and Katara would take on Azula, Aang would take on Ozai, and the rest of them would go after the army that was heading for the Earth Kingdom. 

It seemed that Sokka intended to try to speak with her once more as he approached her while she strapped a dagger to her thigh. “We need to talk.” He said, plopping down onto a rock beside her.

“About battle strategy?” She asked, looking to him, “I had some ideas.”

Play dumb, play dumb, play dumb.

Sokka’s brows furrowed as he shook his head, “about the kiss, Y/N.” Y/N tried to hide her shock at his forwardness, he’d never been this blunt before, during his previous attempts to discuss this with her. Turning to him, she prepared to speak but he silenced her, “you’re going to listen this time.” Grimacing, he looked away, towards the horizon. “I don’t know what’s going to happen today. And if something goes wrong, I need you to know-”

“Nothing is going wrong.” Y/N stated firmly. “Nothing. So, we can have this conversation after.” 

Sokka sat up from his place on the rock, moving in front of her, “there’s no way to guarantee that Y/N.” 

Squeezing her eyes shot, Y/N took a deep breath, “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you guys.” She promised, “and I swear we can talk about this after.” She grabs onto his hands, holding them in hers as she looks away. Y/N knew why she was avoiding it. He was right, it was totally possible for one of them to die, and a relationship in the midst of a war was the worst possible idea. After would be better, or at least that’s what she’d told herself.

The pleading look in his eyes almost burns through her resolve as he asks, “will we?” It almost hurts that he doesn’t believe her, but Y/N can’t blame him.

“We need to go.” Her voice was almost a whisper as she releases his hands. Even if she wanted to continue discussing the subject, they needed to begin the battle soon. 

Sokka frowned though, “if you don’t want this, just tell me and I’ll-” He sighed, bringing a hand to his temple. “I’ll stop bothering you.”

Y/n began to shake her head, “you are never a bother to me I just-” Sighing, she looked into his eyes, “I want this. I do, I’m just scared, and we’re in the middle of a war Sokka!” She exclaimed, the words spilling out of her mouth before she can stop them.

“You think I don’t know that?” Sokka cried out, exasperated. “Y/N I’m so scared that something is going to go wrong, and I’ll never get to tell you that I-”

“Don’t say it.” She interrupts, fear in her veins as she watches him.

So, he didn’t. 

If she didn’t feel like she had something to come back to, maybe that would make it easier. Sacrifices would have to be made to reach victory, and Y/N wouldn’t hesitate to be the one to make them if it meant the others survived. They deserved to see the new world, the world of peace, prosperity, and freedom, the one that came after all this.

Y/N could feel the power flooding her as the comet drew closer, pure and raw power. Though this accompanied by her skill would likely help her in the upcoming battle, dozens of Firebenders with half her skill and the power of the comet was something she was definitely worried about. Overpowering them all was unlikely, and in the best case scenario, Y/N could slow them down. But she wasn’t a fool. In war, there were always casualties, and she was prepared to become one of many. 

Then there were the thoughts in the back of her mind. Though nobody had discussed it, the throne could potentially go to her after all this, and that wasn’t really something Y/n was looking forward to debating. Perhaps it was selfish, but Y/N didn’t really care. Was it wrong of her to dream of escaping the shackles that bound her to the Fire Nation since birth, to leave behind the politics and the lies and the pain of it all?

Maybe. 

Sokka knew Y/N had a lot going on in her mind right now. And he knew she was scared of what was to come, and no matter how much it hurt him, he respected her wishes to wait until this battle was over to discuss whatever it was between them. He knew where he stood. But now that Suki had left them, he found himself beginning to regret it. On the top of the Air Balloon, Toph was practically blind, and Sokka could do little in terms of long distance, aside from his boomerang. Which left Y/N to do her best to defend them from the Firebenders that had begun to swarm them. 

“Go!” She cried out, knocking one of the Firebenders off the balloon. “Take out the rest of the fleet.” Y/N dodged the oncoming flames, intercepting them with her own to prevent the others from getting burned.

But Sokka wasn’t going to let anyone die today. “You still owe me a conversation,” came his response, looking down at the bridges on the Air Balloon. “Jump!” Sokka cried out as another ball of fire rushed towards them, he took Toph by the hand and hoped that Y/N followed. 

Thankfully, she did, he took notice of her as he fell towards the bridges extending from the giant hot air balloon. They were all screaming as they fell, and Y/N grunted in pain as she hit Sokka, tumbling over him and off the edge, yelping as her hands grasped the bridge, with little leverage. Toph similarly went over the side, her screams filling Sokka ears as Y/N released one of her hands from the bridge and caught Toph’s wrist. 

Panic flooded Sokka as he scrambled to the edge of the bridge, Y/N’s hand slipping, “Sokka! Hurry up-” Another scream rips out of her as she loses her grip on the edge.

Nearly falling as he grabbed her hand, his chest heaved. “It’s gonna be okay.” He promised, looking into Y/N’s panicked eyes. “It’s gonna be fine Toph!” He cried out to her.

“Yeah, right!” She called out into the wind, the fear evident in her voice despite the sarcastic nature of the comment. “Y/N I don’t wanna die.” 

Y/N almost can’t hear her, too focused on maintaining her grip on both Sokka and Toph’s hands. She exhales slowly, eyes falling on the soldiers that are beginning to make their way down to them as she replied, “you’re gonna be fine, I promise. I’m gonna get you to Sokka, okay?” 

Sokka was internally panicking, he wouldn’t be able to fight back against the incoming soldiers if both his hands were occupied, but his grip was faltering and he couldn’t pull them both up. Grimacing as he looked down at the two, he nodded in agreement to Y/N signaling that he was ready. It made sense in his mind, she would be able to use her free hand to Firebend, which was far more useful than anything he could provide at the moment. 

Inhaling deeply, Y/N looks to Toph, “Toph, I need you to climb up my body, and grab Sokka’s free hand, okay?”

Toph’s death grip on her hand seems to grow stronger, tears brimming her eyes, “I- I don’t think I can.” 

Y/N shakes her head at these words, “yes, yes you can. Bring your legs up to grab my lower body, and then make your way up, okay? Like a tree.”

Toph shook her head rapidly, “I’ve never climbed a tree!”

Sokka couldn’t help but grow impatient as he exclaimed, “there are soldiers coming, Toph please!” His hand was growing sweaty as he used his free hand to throw his sword at one of the oncoming soldiers, effectively knocking him down. 

Y/N felt her arm swing slightly, and watched as Toph blindly extended her legs, finally managing to wrap them around her legs. She released Y/N’s hand and wrapped both arms around her lower body, slowly inching upwards until her legs were around Y/N’s waist and her arms were on her shoulders. “Good job, now reach up, as far as you can, and Sokka’s gonna grab your hand.” Y/n instructed using her free hand to pat the hand that Toph had wrapped around her.

Y/N could feel the young girl’s tears fall onto her shirt as she extended her hand upwards, Sokka’s freehand moving as far down as possible. The strain on Y/N’s body slowly becoming too much as tears leaked out of her eyes.

Maybe it would be better to just... let go.

She quickly shook off those thoughts, Toph, Toph, Toph, she couldn’t do anything brash until Toph was safe. Y/N watched as Sokka’s hand narrowly missed Toph’s. “Sokka, please.” Y/N whispered, looking to him with pleading eyes.

Maybe it was the desperation he heard in her voice that moment, or maybe it was pure luck, put his fingers grazed Toph’s and he latched on, extending his arm as far as possible and gripping her hand. “Now let go of me, and Sokka’s gonna pull you up, okay?” Y/N explained, looking to Sokka, his eyes meeting hers. Y/N quickly realized he couldn’t lift either of them up. Just like her, this was straining his muscles, and Sokka was struggling to keep both of them up. 

“Sokka.” She said, demanding his attention, his eyes met hers, filled with fear as Toph relieved Y/N’s body of her weight and evened out the distribution on Sokka’s body. “You can’t fight back with both your hands taken.” More tears were streaming down her face as she spoke, “a-and... you can’t pull us both up.” Sokka was crying too now, shaking his head rapidly as Y/N simply pointed out the facts.

Toph’s grip on his hand tightened, “we’re all going to die.” There was resignation in her voice, and it hurt Y/N to hear it.

“We’ll figure it out. We are all going to be okay.” He stated firmly, a shaky breath leaving him as he made an attempt to pull them both upwards, a failed attempt.

Squeezing her eyes shut momentarily, Y/N allowed herself to imagine it, a life with Sokka and the rest of her friends. A life where they were all happy. Where everyone made it out of this war alive, and they helped bring balance to the world.

To give them that world, they had to end this war. And what was war without death?

Opening her eyes, she looked to Sokka, and he was panicked, noticing that far more soldiers had surrounded them and were preparing to mercilessly throw them off the balloon. “Sokka.” She repeated, and he looked to her with a tear streaked face. 

“I love you.” 

Everything seemed to slow as she spoke this words, and Y/N didn’t see the horror on his face for long as the grip of his hand faltered when she released it, he was screaming, crying, begging for her to stop. Toph clearly didn’t understand what was going on as she began to call out Y/N’s name in a panic. 

And then she was falling. 

It appeared there would be no after.

It felt peaceful, she decided. Falling. The stress on her body had dissipated and she caught one final glimpse of Sokka’s mortified face before going through the clouds. The comet was visible from where she was, the horizon, it was a beautiful way to die. But staring at the comet she realized she wanted to know what would come after, she realized that Toph was practically helpless and all Sokka had was a boomerang against dozens of Firebenders.

They would die. So, what was the point of her sacrifice? What was the point of her dying?

No, she wouldn’t be dying today.

Inhaling deeply, Y/N felt the power course through her veins, and she reminded herself that she was Y/N L/N, a force to be reckoned with. Nobody would forget that as fire tore through the soles of her shoes, and extended from her hands, propelling her upwards. 

She was the daughter of the famed Dragon of the West. And she would take on his mantle, she decided, as she flew upwards and through the clouds. 

She could see Sokka had managed to bring Toph upwards and onto the platform alongside him, and they were surrounded by Firebenders. It was clear that they’d seen her when their mouthes gaped open, and a few of the soldiers began to retreat, much to the chagrin of their commanding officer. Y/N found herself ceasing her Firebending and falling towards the platform, she landed in a roll and rose on one knee before opening her mouth and allowing fire to pour outwards.

The Firebenders fell off the bridges beside them one by one, and those who didn’t retreated back inside along with the others at the sight of the Air Balloon that Suki had evidently comandeered.

Closing her mouth, Y/N’s chest heaved, and she felt Toph tackle her from behind, “you’re alive!” She exclaimed, punching Y/N’s arm roughly, “idiot.” She dug her head into Y/N’s shirt.

“Yeah, I am an idiot.” Y/N replied breathlessly, holding the girl tightly.

When Toph finally released her, she gave her a smug look, “I’ll give you and him a minute.” Though this was partially an excuse to head back inside and into the safety of the balloon, maybe even attack some of the remaining Firebenders, it was also because Toph could read the room.

And there stood Sokka, mouth gaping open, tears streaming down his smiling face as he looked at her, before lunging towards her similar to how Toph had. Except his hands came to her cheeks as he brought their lips together, effectively knocking the two onto the ground of the platform, be pulled apart from her with a smile on his face, “I love you too.”

Yeah, after was looking pretty good right about now. 

A/N: i hope you guys liked this SUPER LONG THING WOW, that was an accident. i was super close to like breaking everyones hearts and killing Y/N but then i felt bad so be grateful i was nice ksaljdlahfkj

anyways take care of yourselves!

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[nouvelis]

💭 for haru and ara BECAUSE I'M SHAMELESS AND I LOVE THEM UR HONOR

☁️ for a thought my muse had about yours / accepting though i’m a snail 🐌

ara probably made him go through many scripts with her for her auditions since they’re very small. be it classics like alice in the wonderland or romeo and juliet ( ara vc: what even... THINK you dumbass ) and people who see them practising will often say maybe haru should try acting too, he clearly has a face sculpted for it

when she’s older and going to Real Auditions TM out there, sometimes she still begs him to accompany her for the more nerve wrecking ones and some staff would go to him and invite him to audition too and ara is just watching on the side like... all he did was just sit there but okay?????

what i’m saying is they both have pretty privilege but while she obviously has a hopeless case of resting bitch face, his beauty is more approachable, which means people do not shy from saying something about it but it’s not always nice to hear, especially when overtime it becomes dehumanising like he’s only seen as parts of him instead of a whole person

imagine if haru ever gets hurt in PE or some sports in school, the first reactions of the girls in class are ‘i hope he didn’t hurt his face TT’ and ara would be so annoyed even if they’re ~ joking ~ ‘he juST GOT INJURED AND ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS HIS FACE???? he’s a PERSON not a goddamned jewel to keep spotless WTF PEOPLE’

in short: ara thinks he’s the bee’s knees, an amazing artist, a great friend, a better brother, 10/10 despite being a whole idiot ( affectionate ) and she’ll fight the world for him, goodbye

protective found family dynamics.... my Weakness TM

“haru?” glancing at the ticking clock at the front of the classroom, she repeats the name and resists the urge to roll her eyes. she does not know how many times she has to experience the same thing, fawning girls with a desire to pry about him at the start of every semester. does she look like goddamned wikipedia? perhaps it is only fair that some view her as his sidekick, given that she often uses him as one for her acting ambitions. she knows too well about how the admirers will grow to fantasise a villain out of her, as they often do, the obstacle to whatever alone time they want with him. disconcerting, but she is too used to it. “he’s a good guy.” that’s it? no comment on his dashing good looks and fine physique, things that people cannot stop talking about? what about his favourite brand of chocolate? secrets to winning him over? the gazes query. no, he is a good person. my person. my best friend. she closes the book with a flick of her hand, before she rises to her feet and readies for an escape. ”if you guys are so inclined to know, perhaps you should find out yourselves. get to know him, like real people do, huh?” though she has witnessed too much to be certain that no one will. not about the things that matter, anyway.

[fweasleyswhore]

hello! I have a headcannon request, the reader is best friends with Draco and they do everything together, but she's dating Fred (maybe Draco gets jealous of her spending more time with him now?)

a/n: oOoOoOooO yes bb also thank u for all ur requests and support, this was fun and cute hehe

ok so you're in slytherin

kinda family friends with draco but got more involved with each other as school started

caught a certain weasley's eye because although you love him draco could be a dick

and you weren't afraid to tell him

usually you pulled him away from starting a fight with the weasley's or harry

and sometimes when you got really annoyed with him you would ask for peeves help in pranking him

this usually led to a fight between you two

"y/n, are you mad?! i'm soaked and for what? to honor the weasley's name?!"

"you know thats not why draco."

"you know what y/n, i'm not going to deal with a blood traitor."

"they are purebloods, but thats besides the fact, you've lost your damn mind draco."

"they are! by association!"

draco would storm off into the common room, although his words stung you weren't bothered, he only said those things because his pride was hurt

he would apologize

he always did

"h-hey y/n, i wanted to thank you."

looking up you saw fred weasley, one of the eldest weasley brothers, hands shoved in his pockets, a small red tinge on his cheeks

"hello fred, don't thank me. i didn't do it for you."

fred would be astonished you could tell him apart from his twin but he pushed it down

its because you thought he was rather attractive

you would never admit it though

"then why?" he was bewildered you would defend his entire family then claim something like that

"draco knows better than to drag you guys down on something as silly such as how much money yout family makes. hes priviledged, extremely so, and he knows better." you woukd reply.

"so you did it out of pity?" fred asked.

you furrowed your eyebrows at that, confused how he even got there

"no you idiot im a decent person!" you yelled

"i-i didn't know-"

"yeah well there's a lot you don't know about me."

storming off you left fred even more confused than before

from then on you consumed all of his thoughts

he watched you endlessly, the way you interacted with your friends, but mainly how you took care of them

you always checked in with people from your house, some you weren't close too

helped people study or let them vent when they were upset

and you told them off when they needed it

fred picked up on all of these, and although you were extremely caring that didn't stop you from pulling pranks

whether they were neccessary (like with draco) or not and just for fun it made fred all the more enthrawled with you

one day after setting trip wires all around mr. filches office you were running through the halls when you bumped into someone

stepping back you looked up finding fred weasley

he was in a similar state to you, flush face, wide eyes, and heavy breaths

"why, are, you?" you panted out, swallowing between words

"snape, you?" he asked similarly.

"filch."

the smile that spread across his face was contageous

he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a side corridor you didn't know existed

you didn't fight, instead you welcomed his touch and followed him blindly

finally you were thrown backward, blinking rapidly you were chest to chest to fred im a small damp broom closet

"why-"

your words were cut off by fred placing his hand over your mouth, nodding towards the door you heard to pairs of footsteps- snape and filch

you both stood there, freds hand over your mouth as you strained to hear their conversation

fred slowly lifted his hand "i think its safe."

"i hope."

fred walked you back to the slytherin common room, you were confused at first but didn't mind the company

especially when it was so hot

you talked the whole way there, finding that you had more in common than you thought

when you reached tye enterance you stood there not wanting to leave

"hey, i know this is kind of crazy to ask but will you come with me to hogsmead this weekend?"

"are you asking me on a date weasley?"

your cheeks were warm and your smirk made him nervous of what he felt was impending rejection

"well it doesn't ha-"

"yes." you cut his words off with a simple answer catching him off guard. "meet me here at 8?"

he was wordless, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, finally he nodded, blushing lightly

leaning up you kissed him on the cheek, an action that made the light rosy hue of his cheeks to darken

"goodnight freddie."

"n-night."

turning on your heel you went into the common room, excitement clouded your senses so much you didn't notice your blonde best friend standing there with his jaw on the floor

"you are not going on date with weasley!"

"i am!" you sang back to him

"but-"

"nope you are my friend and you are going to be happy for me."

he looked at you for a moment like there was more he wanted to say until finally

"fine, whatever." finished off with a roll of his eyes

"oh! don't worry you aren't going to lose me baby."

rushing over to him you threw your arms around him pulling him down to your height

"y/n..." he grumbled

"no no, don't worry i understand, i won't let my redhead steal me away from you."

although your tone was teasing it soothed draco

he was nervous

and oddly upset although he couldn't place why

the weekend couldn't come soon enough

you were estatic

draco was, conflicted

he was happy you were happy buy upset it was fred of all people taking you

fred made good of his promise, he was outside the slytherin common room at 8

"hi freddie!" you greeting warmly

"hey love."

"don't. hurt. her." draco said from behind you

he loomed in the enterance, watching you walk away like an angry vampire

the hogsmede date was wonderful

and so was the next one

and the one after that, and the one after that

soon enough you and fred were official and you spent most of your free time together

coming back from a late night adventure you stumbled into the slytherin common room, you felt fred's lingering touch still on you, leaving you feeling on fire in the best way

"have fun?" came angry voice on the couch

draco was sitting, hunched over himself, head in his hands

"draco, whats wrong."

rushing to his side you stroked his back, something he immediately relaxed into

"why am i not good enough?"

his voice cracked, and it broke your heart

"draco you are, you are everything to me."

"don't lie!" he snapped

"i'm not!" you shot back.

"then how come i never see you anymore?"

you thought back on the last month and a horrible realization struck you

you had been pushing him aside, you spent all your free time in the gryffindor common room, no wonder he felt horrible

"i- draco," your voice was cut off with a sob and you pulled him into your arms

he was stiff and slow to relax and return your affections but you didn't care

"i am so sorry, i love you and i don't want you to feel like i am choosing him over you."

"you mean that?"

"of course i do, and if you ever feel this way again tell me."

"i will."

the next month was fun although a tad awkward

fred agreeing to hang out in the slytherin common room sometimes so you could introduce him to your friends

they mostly got along

a few times you conviced draco to accompy you and fred to hogsmeade with friends

it was awkward but they soon loosened up to each other

harry eyed draco like any second he would lash out

it made draco want to lash out but he didn't

for you

and even though there was weird tension following you through the shops you were never happier

because on one arm you had your boyfriend and on the other you had your best friend

[robinrequiems]

mmm more clishes.... Idk reverse background or personality kind of au? :/

ill do you one better 1 of my favorite mutual, reverse & personality au, they’re the same age bc I have a tiny idea *shy hands*

this is uh. a really long one thay started to lag my phone too

• oh god guys I got vivid memories of ra’s being a good grandfather and I can’t get it out of my head

• i hate it ur honor

• but ok. krypton didn’t get blown up, instead, they all migrated to earth, more specifically kansas.

• the kryptonians are angry and enraged, they are treated as if they are monsters when they arrived peacefully. they tried to kill them.

• so in return, the aliens killed the humans.

• they created a secret underground. that secret underground is to help aliens or meta humans and kill humans.

• all of them hated aliens and sought to destroy them. until kal el found a reporter trying to help aliens who were injured due to an explosion the government did to take out one of their bases.

• kal el.. fell in love with her. lois lane, she is an reporter fighting for alien rights.

• he met with her. in secret. and they.. had formed a connection. an amazing one.

• and then they had a baby.

• at the alien base, but.. she was human and people did not like that. so they wiped her mind and made her believe that they never had a kid. like the last few months.. wasnt real. she had gone missing those months since the aliens didn’t want her trying to hide the baby, they made her believe the last few months was spent in a coma and kal had found her and taken her to a hospital.

• he couldn’t see her anymore. he mourned for her lost presence, but they would have killed her if she stayed.

• but now they had precious jon el. he would be the highlight of their cause.

• they noticed his powers came in faster than kal’s, so they perfected his powers.

• he was going to bring humanity down on order of his grandfather, jor el

• kal saw his son break slowly. loses that childhood innocence that kal tried to maintain.

• his sons amazing bright blue eyes dulling, loses the spark that he cherished.

• kal was going to get him out of there, try to refuge the remaining childhood he had. even if it killed him.

—

• damian wayne! the bright bubbly and prodigal son of bruce and talia wayne ( b & t are married, suck my— ). the press loved him, he was just.. him. he was the baby and was cute, the cutest ever

• he was an expert in martial arts due to the training his grandfather, father, mother, & so much more gave him

• ra’s owns a farm. he’s.. sorry all i get is farm ra’s vibes due to.. something:) think endgame thanos, yk?

• he was the baby robin, one that you never messed with due to the herd of heroes who would come save him

—

• kalel left jon with Lois, a brief note explaining the current situation

• it was weird, jon was ten and was meeting lois for the first time

“Hi, honey.. I’m lois.”

“I know.. Dad told me about you.”

“Oh.. right. What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat.”

“No! I’m not hungry!”

• an explosive, superpower alien. Lois is way out of her head.

• he had outbursts, a lot of them. it was hard, really hard for Lois; she took some time off from the planet and focused on jon

• he broke a lot of stuff. he sometimes could not control his strength, but she was working with him

• but then one night he ran away, or flew away. he felt remorse for making Lois cry. she saw this as a win, but she lost her kid

• but then a little robin found him

“Um. Are you okay?”

“Huh-what- what do you want? Why are you talking to me?”

“Because you look sad? Yknow - hugs make people feel better. My ahki ( brother ) hugs me when I’m upset and it makes me feel better.”

“Don’t touch me.”

*Damian walked to him, smiling softly* “cmon, i won’t hurt you, silly. I’m robin.”

“A bird?”

“Haha- no, a vigilante- i sorta snuck out. My family can be a bit overbearing- and I sorta embarrassed myself at this theater thing.. some person—“

“Did I ask?”

“No.. sorry.”

“Hey— what are you doing - !”

“Hugging you.”

Jon won’t admit that he likes it, it’s different and weird, like this traffic cone in front of him. Jon pushed him off though, making himself stumble and fall on his ass.

“Ow..”

“Don’t touch me.” With rhat, Jon flew off into the night. Damian didn’t know who this boy was. But he intended on finding out. Even if it killed him. ( maybe not that extreme, but- )

• look damian was smart, right? smarter than average, and smarter than everyone in his school. teachers included ( ha ha )

• so he had to find this boy! so he started looking into aliens. until his family put an end to it

“Damian, this is dangerous.”

“But baba ( dad )”

“No. Go to your room.”

“Ugh!”

• he did slam his door shut if you were wondering

• he will find the mysterious alien boy, okay? he will!

• his brothers teased him and said he had a crush

• no he didn’t! the boy was really mean, he pushed damian- why would he do that? whatta jerk!

• but damian did find him again when he ventured off to metropolis to visit an old friend, colin.

“Alien boy!”

“That’s not my name, bird boy.”

“And that’s not mine. You didn’t tell me yours!”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s safer for you.”

“I can defend myself. You sound so silly, please tell me your name?”

“No.”

“‘Least the first initial?”

“Fine. J.”

“J it is.”

“Yours?”

“Wha- what? I told you my code named.”

“It’s only fair.”

“.. Okay. D.”

“D. Okay.”

• damian talked to him for a bit before jon did fly off when damian was talking about the stars, damian knew he was getting closer to him

• but he got grounded. whoops. he wasn’t supposed to go out

“Give me your phone, Damian.”

“What if I go out? I need a phone, baba.”

“I.. Your computer”

“School work.”

“Switch.”

“What! No- but-!”

“Damian.”

• yeah damian was very mad, but what made him madder was that apparently, his family was listening to the secret conversations between J and him. but d didn’t know that yet..

• his family needed to track down J, they didn’t care if people were aliens, the JL had aliens.. but they had no idea who this boy was, and the way damian was looking into the underground alien sanctuary, that worried rhem. Damian was smart and cunning, but he is able to portray an innocent persona, they all had the habit of undermining his intellect, so if damian began looking into this, it was for a reason

—

• jon found that D rambled. A lot. Even when jon didn’t respond. Jon doesn’t even know how D always found where he was. It’s so weird.

• but Lois noticed a change in jon.. he was. calmer. she didn’t know how, but when he went out, he came back calmer.

“I have to go to Gotham for a gala hosted by Bruce Wayne, would you.. like to come?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I’d like you to, but you don’t have to.”

“.. Fine.”

—

• lois walked to bruce with Jon in tow.

• “bruce.” “Lois, looking lovely as always.. who is this?” “Jon, my son. Say hi, Jon.” “Hi..” “He can hang around one of my sons— Damian, if you want? I’m sure him and his friends would love to have Jon around.” “What do you say Jon? Would you like that?” “Not really..” “I assume you, Damian doesn’t bite. Not anymore. And he’s pretty accepting.” “.. Fine.”

• damian was called over by his father and he did a double take. J. Was here. In front of him. Damian just internally shrugged and held a hand out, “Hi! I’m Damian! Wanna go play with my friends! there’s a game room so we don’t have to be with the gross adults.. you can also just.. sit there. My friends are pretty.. Loud?” “Okay.”

• jon had to take his hand back from damian since damian began eagerly tugging him.

“Damian seems to be accepting him pretty easily.” “I hope they can be friends, Jon.. doesn’t have any. I have only recently got him from his.. father.” “Odd, does he go to school?” “No, not yet, I’m still trying to get him adjusted.” “Ah.. Damian goes to West-Reeves. Maybe he could go there?” “That private school? Bruce.. I cannot afford that- not all of us are millionaires.” “Mhm.. I could pay.” “I can’t let you do that.” “He could get a scholarship.” “In what?” “Academics or athletics.” “Ill.. Talk to him about it. “ “well, ms lane, I just go talk with potential partners, I’ll see you later.”

—

• j got accepted into west reeves under a athletic thingy.

• that was cool. they became best friends!

• sorta

• flashforward 5 years to 15, their dynamic only grew. Damian told Jon his identity, jon didn’t become a hero, but did learn how to stitch damian up because tje idiot showed up bleeding a lot.

• everything was going great

On the phone, Damian: J! J! Guess what’

J: you’re so loud, D, what?

D: I got the lead! In the play!

J: no fucking way?

D: way!

J: Good j—— *crash*

D: J-?

D: J- Jonathan?

D: oh no.

• the call was ended abruptly. Jon always finished his sentences. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.

• so damian called Lois quickly and ran downstairs to the batcave, lois wasn’t picking up either, she normally always picked up or at least sent a text. She did neither

“Baba!”

“Damian? You should be asleep.”

“Something’s wrong! Somethings really wrong!”

“Jon and Lois- Jon- I heard a crash- and- and”

“Habibi.”

“Mama?”

“Breathe; tell me what’s wrong.”

“I was on a call with Jon.. I told him about the play since I wanted him to go and stuff. Then I heard a crash. And then the line went dead. I’m scared— what if something happened!”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, what happened with Lois?”

“She didn’t pick up the phone— she normally does! Or she texts me and says she will call back!”

“Maybe she is asleep.”

“No! You need to believe me!”

“Damian, calm down, I do, we will go to see if they’re okay, you get back to bed.”

“No. I’m coming with.”

“No you arent.”

“But!”

“Listen to your father.”

• okay fine. He’ll listen, damian went back up to his room for half an hour before calling his friends to do a rescue mission. He had an extra suit in his room, he can do this.

• with his team, it consisted of shazam, abuse, nobody, and green lantern, himself too, of course.

• captain marvel picked him up once he was ready and they met up with the other 3.

Maya: you said he’s in trouble?

Dami: Yes.

Colin: than let’s go save him!

• they went and saved the bestie, nearly got killed too

• oh and now damians sorta probably grounded when batman shows up 🤡

J:You came for me..?

D:We all did.. why are you so surprised?

J: * wraps his arms around damian * thank you

D: i- yeah.. anytime. what’re friends for?

• friends. Jon liked that. Jon also liked the way Damian’s cheeks went red when jon hugged him

• jon knew he chuckled before Damian’s arms wrapped around him. hard. Damian was a hard hugger

• jon became a superhero at 16. Damian had even more of a reason to sneak into his window every night now! Lois had began thinking the two were dating

D: Us? Dating? Please! He is way too good for me!

J:

L: awwww, gosh, how haven’t you been swept off your feet yet?

J: he has, but he has rejected them all

D: what can I say? I’m a gay theater kid ( this is a /j i promise a big big joke ) so they gotta be dramatic enough to put up with me, AND they need to do something big and bold to actually catch my eye

L: *laughs* take notes, jon

J: mom!

• jon has gone to a few of Damian’s plays and to dress rehearsals

• he was also there to watch damian wreck a car during his drivers test

D: there was a fricking squirrel there, J!

J: are you sure? maybe you’re just a shitty driver?

D: you’re a shitty driver!

J: cmon don’t pout

D: ‘m not!

• he was pouting. oopsie. jon did get him ice cream after

• jon goes by abnormal, because he’s an alien and because I don’t have any other ideas

J: this girl asked me out

M: oh? who! tell us!

D: ..what?

J: yeah, in my physics class

T: ooh! get it, jonno

M: give us a name, coward!

J: her name is Charlotte— but she goes by charlie. she’s.. different. red head. pretty freckles—

M: pretty freckles? does Jonny have a crush?! Oh my gosh, our sons growing up, Tai!

T: im about to start sobbing

J: fuck offff— D?

D: huh?

J: you’re being quiet, you plotting??

D: uh. yeah! duh- *he nudged jons shoulder with his, forcing a grin* figuring out ways to embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.

J: sucha brat- * jon ended up putting Damian into a playfully chokehold *

• damian just played along. he just smiled and watched as jon began walking with her instead of their friend group

M: hey- kid- you alright?

D: I’m onto a year younger than you Maya.

M: tou didn’t answer the question

D: I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? You’re silly.

• tai ended up pulling him aside

T: when are you going to tell him?

D: how am I supposed to when he basically has a girlfriend now?

T: are you just gonna sit there and pine all day??

D: yes, thank you for understanding

• he’s a stubborn little shit and will absolutely not confess, his best friend is happy, who is he to ruin that?

T: he’s totally jealous.

J: so- do you- do you think it’ll work? That he’ll be surprised?

T: totally

J: thank you for lending me your girlfriend, Maya

M: anytime- not literally- you aren’t having her again

• this was all a trick, sorry, d.. jon does like you

• ( hope you all saw that foreshadowing earlier :) )

• damian needed big and dramatic. jon was gonna do that. even if he was uh. sorta aloof and shy.

• he learned how to sing and play the guitar for Damian. maya and tai were gonna scatter flower petals onto the floor for Damian to follow ( they will tell him too too )

• the whole school will probably watch as Damian finally gets a big dramatic proposal

• damian will love it

M: just follow the petals!

D: I’m confused

M: trust us

• damian did and followed the petals and low and behold, jon kent with a guitar and small smile

D: j-jon?

J: hey. I wrote you a song

D: no you didn’t

J: shut up and listen dumbass

*after that amazing song of how Jon asked damian out to homecoming*

D: that was amazing

J: dramatic enough for you?

D: YES! ( damian went and sprinted to jon, hugging him so tightly before leaning in to kiss him ) we are boyfriends now right

J: yeah, idiot

D: ur the idiot

• I can’t add anymore because myphones really laggy, I hope you enjot

[melzula]

Playmates

part of the fire lilies series

pairing: Zuko x Princess!reader

request: “I love all this fire lilies content! It’s so good! Could you write something about how the princess and the zuko met” and “Hi I loved fire lilies! Also hope ur doing well. In the life changing field trip you started talking about how the princess could see zuko because the fire lord was there? I was wondering if u could write something about how they snuck around the water tribe whenever he came w ozai.”

“Stop fidgeting with your dress,” your mother chided whilst gently readjusting the braids that had come loose in your hair. “The Fire Lord is visiting with his children today and we can’t have you running amuck.”

You let out a small impatient huff at your mother’s lecturing, discreetly sticking your tongue out at her before tugging your hair loose from the uncomfortable braids the moment she looked away. You didn’t understand why it was so important for you to be on your best behavior for some fire man you had never met before, but both your mother and father seemed anxious about his arrival. Only being four years old, your parents did their best to shield you from things they considered “adult business,” but today it seemed they had no choice but to finally pull you into the tense relationship your people shared with the Fire Nation.

Ozai was bringing his children to today’s visit, and as the Princess it was your duty to keep them company until the war meeting was over. You didn’t know much about them other than the fact that you were one year older than his daughter and one year younger than his son, but both your father and Ozai hoped you and the Fire Nation Princess would become decent companions.

The black snow that plagues the sky alerts you of their arrival, and you find yourself scrambling to follow your parent’s actions as they bow in mutual respect to the Fire Lord. You keep your head down and your mouth shut, but you can’t help yourself from peeking up at the intimidating man before you.

“Fire Lord Ozai,” your father greets civilly.

“Chief Tukon,” the man replies before casting a look towards you. You shrink under his gaze and offer him a shaky smile to which he does not return. The Fire Lord gestures behind him, and two children appear at his side. “I present to you my children, Princess Azula and Prince Zuko.”

“It is an honor to have them here as our guests. To you I present my daughter, Princess y/n. I believe she will be a compatible playmate for your daughter Azula.”

“Very well,” Ozai nods, his piercing gaze never once leaving your form.

“Um, I-I can take you to the palace to play,” you utter meekly. Azula smiles slyly at your offer but says nothing as you lead her and her brother away from the adults and towards your home.

“This place looks boring,” she notes dully, causing an embarrassed blush to spread across your cheeks. Her older brother gives her a reprimanding look but says nothing in response.

“It’ll be better inside,” you explain. ”There’s more to do.”

The soldiers guarding the palace open the doors at the sight of your trio, though they keep a wary eye out for the fire siblings. Inside the palace they are greeted with crystal hallways and ice floors beneath their feet, and Azula is already thinking of ways the palace can be destroyed with fire.

“We can play dolls if you want,” you offer with a small smile, producing your prized doll to the princess.

“I love playing dolls,” Azula coos. “Especially when I give them head cuts.”

Your eyes widen in shock as Azula beheads your favorite toy, the head rolling towards your feet and stopping once it collides with the toe of your boot. Your watery eyes don’t phase the Princess in the slightest.

“Oops.”

“Azula, quit being so mean!” Zuko finally scolds, a harsh glare sent her way. She only shrugs.

“This is boring. I’m going to go spy on the meeting,” she announces with a dramatic yawn before leaving you two behind.

When Zuko turns his attention back to you you’re quick to look away, embarrassed at the tears that roll down your cheeks. The prince frowns before picking up the head and handing it to you.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes on behalf of his sister. “She can be really mean.”

“No, playing with dolls is stupid,” you admit quietly as you wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your dress.

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Zuko comforts with a small smile, and you can’t help yourself from returning it.

“You’re so much nicer than Azula,” you compliment sheepishly. You haven’t really noticed until now how cute the prince is, and your heart begins to race as you realize it’s just the two of you in the palace alone.

“I’ll play with you if you want,” the prince offers.

“Do you wanna go penguin sledding?” You ask excitedly. “It’s really fun!”

“Okay, let’s go,” Zuko replies with an eager smile, blushing slightly as you take his hand and escort him out of the palace and into the snow.

Though you hadn’t exactly hit it off with Azula, you had made a new friend in Zuko that day. He treated you as his equal, listening to every word you said and respecting every new aspect of your culture you introduced him to. From penguin sledding to seaweed noodle stew, the two of you had had a wonderful day together, and you found it hard to say goodbye when it was time for him to leave.

“You’ll come back, won’t you?” You ask hopefully.

“Of course I will,” Zuko smiles. “We’re friends now.”

And though it was against the rules, you had hugged him impossibly tight before saying goodbye. Being the princess, you weren’t really able to make friends with people your age. You had a few acquaintances, sure, but due to your status you never had the chance to go out and play like a normal kid. With Zuko you finally felt normal, and it was with Zuko you found yourself the happiest.

He returns exactly one week after his first visit, doing his best to hide his excitement to see you from his father as your families once again greet each other at the docks. The moment you’re dismissed the two of you are quick to sneak off together; both your fathers presumed you are still Azula’s companion, not Zuko’s.

“I brought you something,” Zuko announces once the two of you are alone and hidden away in one of the empty igloos.

“What is it?”

You watch curiously as Zuko reaches into his robes and your eyes widen at the sight of the gift in his hand: it’s a new doll.

“I know it’s not the same as the one Azula ruined, but I hope it makes you feel better,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

“Oh, Zuko, I love it!” You squeal, taking the doll from him and hugging it close to your chest. She’s a beautiful doll with long flowing hair and a fiery red dress, a golden band holding up the top knot on her head. It certainly isn’t a doll you’d find in the water tribe, but you adore the gift nonetheless.

“I saw it in the market place and thought of you.”

“Thank you,” you coo before pressing a big kiss onto his cheek. Zuko’s face turns red at the action, a wobbly smile on his lips.

You sit in the igloo for the rest of the day, talking about anything and everything you can think of. Inside the little ice hut you’re shielded from the outside threat of war and the tensions amongst your people, and you’re able to truly feel like kids in the presence of one another.

In the igloo you aren’t Princess y/n of the Southern Water Tribe or Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation. You are simply y/n and Zuko, two best friends, and that’s alright with both of you.

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[beelsnack]

Hi!!! I LOVE UR WRITING AND I MEAN A LOT! Its the first time EVER I ask for something and I know you are the right person! I don't know if you can write a HC of a female MC or it NEEDS to be neutral but just in case: How would the brothers react to a fem MC who is like"flat", (almost no breasts) and is super insecure? If you only write neutral, how would they react if MC was insecure because they have no curves at all and they think they are plain? THANKS A LOT 💞💞

Omg I’m??? So honored?? Thank you so much, I hope I can live up to the praise. ^////^

Yeah, I can def write a female MC! My only rule regarding MC’s gender is that you specify in the request if you want a certain gender for the MC. Other than that, I default to gender neutral pronouns!

I feel like I kind of mixed the two versions of your request together without meaning to, lol. This ended up being more like a fem MC who thinks they are plain. I hope you like it regardless!

I’m sorry this took so long, friend. I was in a bit of a creative slump and I wanted to put my all into your request!

CW: Suggestive situations, but nothing explicit

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Lucifer: “Come on, stop staring.”

Lucifer smirked from his position beneath her, using one arm to prop himself up while the other reached up to trail along her jaw. “Am I not allowed to admire your beauty?”

“I’m not beautiful,” she muttered, glancing away shyly. In the heat of the moment, both of them had discarded a majority of their clothes, but now that she had a moment to think, she hesitated. “Especially not compared to you.”

“I wasn’t aware that our relationship was a beauty contest,” he sat up fully, brow creased in concern. His hands made their way to her waist, steadying her as she straddled his lap. “Tell me what’s on your mind, my dear.”

She bit her lip, face growing warm. “It’s just…wouldn’t you prefer someone more…more?”

“My dear,” he chuckled lowly. “You are already quite the handful.”

“I meant…physically.” she crossed her arms over her chest, and Lucifer couldn’t tell if it was a subconscious gesture or not. “I’m not exactly…you know, well endowed.”

He was quiet for a moment before sighing and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “If I wanted to be with someone based solely on appearance, I have my pick of the whole Devildom. You, my dear, are the only one who had managed to enrapture me with more than just your pretty face.”

Mammon: “Hey, human! Check it out!”

Mammon actually knocked on the door while he spoke, they were making progress.

She looked up from her schoolwork and smiled at him. “What’s up?”

“The Great Mammon is on the front cover of Devil Today, that’s what!” he tossed the magazine he had been carrying on top of their textbook. Splayed across the front in full color was Mammon, staring coolly over his sunglasses at the camera. The only change from his normal attire was swapping out his normal brown and white jacket for a black leather one, so it was clearly supposed to look casual.

Her eyes drifted from Mammon’s picture to beautiful demoness hanging off of his arm. She was exactly what a model should be - tall, slender, well-endowed, the works. The human felt a surge of jealousy climb up their throat, and she had to struggle to force in down.

“Hey, hey,” Mammon planted his palm flat on her desk, leaning down so he was eye-level with her. “What’s with that face?”

“What face?”

“The face yer makin’.” he frowned. “You look like you just took a bite out of something rotten.”

Her eyes flicked back to the glossy magazine cover. “Nothing. The picture looks great, Mammon.”

“You really think you’re getting out of this that easily?” he might lack common sense, but Mammon could read facial expressions and nervous tics like most people read books. “Come on, tell me what’s up.”

“I just…” she sighed, slumping back in her desk chair. “I keep wondering when you’re going to dump me for one of these amazing models you work with.”

Mammon’s eyes went wide behind his glasses. “You’re kidding me, right?”

When she shrugged and looked away, he huffed and took her hand. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

“Even Goldie?”

“Hey now, don’t be cruel!”

Leviathan: Was she really getting jealous over an anime girl?

A quick glance at the screen in front of them told her that yes, yes she was.

“Whoa, I, um…!” Levi gulped, scrambling for the pause button. The main couple was in a locker room, the girl clad in nothing but a pair on gym shorts and a flimsy tank top. There had been plot that lead up to this scene, but she had stopped paying attention a while ago.

“The reviews didn’t say anything about an r18 scene…” Levi mumbled, face turning bright red. She could see his bright orange eyes flick over to her briefly before he desperately searched for anything else to look at. “Oh, man. Ohhhh man…”

“Levi?” she gently placed a hand on his arm, and she felt him tense, but he didn’t pull away. Maybe the exposure therapy WAS working. “You good?”

“I-I-I…” he kept looking back and forth between her and the screen, face getting redder with each pass. Yup, he was definitely comparing.

Almost instinctively, she curled in on herself. Of course, she should have known she couldn’t even begin to compare to a 2D girl.

“Ah, wait, no, don’t look like that!” Levi stammered. “I just, um…th-this is the first time…I’ve thought the 2D one was…b-b-better…”

She stared at him for a solid thirty seconds before her brain caught up with what was happening and her face grew just as hot as Levi’s looked. “…Oh…”

Satan: Well, someone was certainly popular.

Satan had asked her to go to a new cat cafe that was opening up after classes had ended. He always took a bit longer to reach the entrance since his last class was all the way across the campus, so she had found herself a nice bench to sit on and read while she waited. It was only a few minutes before the doors opened to reveal Satan…

And a whole group of succubi.

Obviously, since he was one of the Seven Rulers of Hell, Satan got quite a bit of attention. Although she didn’t want to admit it out loud, the thought of him surrounded by demons whose literal reason for living was to turn people on made her feel a bit…inadequate.

One of them had linked her arm with his, manicured claws drumming along his forearm and she smiled coyly up at him. They were too far away for the human to hear the conversation, but the way her glossy lips pouted cutely up at him certainly didn’t make the human feel any better.

As they descended the stairs onto the cobblestone walkway, Satan’s eyes met her. Almost immediately, the vaguely irritated expression he had been wearing melted into something warm and he shook the succubus off of his arm without a second thought.

“Hey, sorry for making you wait.” he was at her side in a second, extending a hand to help her up from the bench. “Were you here long?”

“Only a few minutes,” she peeked over his shoulder at the fan club that was slowly morphing into an angry mob. “Um…”

“They’ll get over it,” he held onto her hand as they began walking, leaning over to kiss her temple. “Come on, let’s go. What were you reading?”

Maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about.

Asmodeus: This was a mistake.

A new nightclub had opened up in the Devildom Cultural District, and as Devilgram’s biggest influencer, Asmo had gotten some VIP tickets. He had practically begged her to come, since it was so rare that she wasn’t bogged down with homework and other mundane things. The thought of going clubbing with a bunch of demons made her feel a bit queasy, but she had agreed anyway.

Of course, Asmo was taking forever to get here. Knowing him, he was still in the bath. But, her name was on the VIP list, so the bouncer had let her stand behind the rope to wait for her date.

She watched as what seemed like every Devilgram model was let into the club. She couldn’t hear anything being said over the pounding base of the music, but she had caught enough disparaging glances to get the general idea that she was being judged.

She probably looked like a kid playing dress up compared to everyone else. Although she had thought that she looked fairly decent when she had checked herself out in the mirror before leaving, being surrounded by the Devildom’s best and brightest put a very unflattering filter over her self image.

“There you are!”

She jumped as Asmo appeared in front of her. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the bouncer let him in. He looked stunning, as always, hair curled stylishly and already long lashes made even longer with mascara. Honestly, this man could show up in a garbage bag and make it the next fashion trend.

“Ooh, that dress looks amazing on you, darling!” he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, briefly overwhelming her senses with the smell of his cologne. “I’ve never seen you wear that color before! Look at you, stepping out of your comfort zone.”

“Thanks, Asmo,” she laughed. “You look amazing too.”

“Don’t I?” he held out his arm for her hold onto like a proper gentleman. “I tried this new moisturizer today, and it’s a miracle-worker! You have to try it.”

“Is that Lord Asmodeus?”

“Of course it is, any club owner worth their salt would invite him for the opening!”

“Who’s that mousey little thing with him though?”

She could only catch snippets of conversations, but the Devildom rumor mill was already turning. She couldn’t help but frown, tucking herself closer to Asmo’s side.

“Don’t listen to them, darling,” he leaned down to whisper-yell into her ear. “They’re just jealous, and jealousy doesn’t look good on anyone.”

Beelzebub: This was the last time she was working out with Beel.

It might have been different if they were working out at the House, but being surrounded by demonic weightlifters made her feel a special kind of incompetent.

Everyone in the gym looked like they should be starring in a weight loss infomercial, but she felt like she was the before picture and everyone else was the after. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt that she was pretty sure wasn’t even hers and basketball shorts. Everyone around her was all toned muscles and six packs, and her arms felt rubbery just from a few reps with a five pound weight.

“You need some water.”

Someone of Beel’s size had no right to be as sneaky as he was. She hadn’t even heard him set down his weight, and suddenly he was standing in front of her holding out a water bottle.

“Thanks.” she sighed, setting down her weight. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until she took a drink. “Man, I feel tired already.”

“You’re doing good,” Beel smiled. “Maybe next time you can try the ten-pound weights.”

Just the thought made her biceps twinge. “Maybe…”

“You don’t have to feel self-conscious.”

“Huh?” Damn him and his unexpected perceptiveness.

He sat down next to her on the bench, popping the cap on his own water bottle. “You were looking around at everyone else, and you had this look on your face like you just ate something bad.”

“I’m that obvious, huh?” she laughed weakly.

“Not really,” he shrugged. “I was watching you.”

“You were?” she had been too busy comparing herself to everyone else to notice.

He nodded. “I like how you look when you’re determined. It’s…cute isn’t the right word, but…”

She couldn’t help but laugh, bumping him with her shoulder. “I get it. Thanks Beel.”

Belphegor: “Hey, come on, wake up!”

Sometimes she swore Belphie purposely fell asleep whenever it was the most inconvenient for other people.

She honestly didn’t know when he was conked out, but he was deep in slumber by the time she closed the textbook she had been using to fill out her study guide. He had folded his arms on the library table that the two of them had commandeered and pillowed his head on top of them.

“Why do I even bother…?” she sighed. Even so, she poked his cheek. “Belphie, come on. They’re going to close the library soon.”

He mumbled, but stubbornly remained asleep. Growling under her breath, she stood up and placed both of her hands on his shoulders.

“Bel. Phe. Gor,” she punctuated each syllable of his name with a shake of his shoulders. Finally, he groaned, one drowsy amethyst eye blinking up at her.

“Man, I was having a really good dream…”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Were you even sleep long enough to dream? We’ve only been here for an hour or so.”

“O ye of little faith.” he yawned, sitting up. “I guess it’s best you woke me up, it wasn’t a dream I should be having in public.”

“Please tell me you weren’t having a wet dream in the school library.”

“Mm,” he smirked up at her. “It wasn’t a wet dream yet. More like moist.”

“Gross.”

“Well, I thought it was pleasant.”

She rolled her eyes, beginning to gather up the books she had spread across the table. Belphie continued to watch her through heavy-lidded eyes.

“You were really cute in my dream.” he finally said. “Not that you aren’t cute in real life, but still.”

She paused. “You were dreaming about me?”

“Who else would I dream about?”

“Literally anyone else.” she frowned, refusing to look at him as she shoved all of her supplies back into her bag. “I’ve seen some of the succubi around here, there are way better options.”

“Do you really think that?” Belphie reached out and grabbed her wrist. He wore his usual disinterested frown, but there was genuine concern shining in his eyes. “You really think I would trade you in for a bigger pair of tits attached to a screeching harpy?”

She just shrugged.

“If this was just about how you looked,” he stood, still holding onto her wrist. “Do you really think I would sacrifice my precious nap time to study with you?”

“Well, I mean, you still had your nap time…”

“That’s beside the point.”

[stiltonbasket]

this is my own little indulgent headcanon for my daydream universe in which the universe you've created heavily features in, but what are your thoughts with chunyang falling in love with the reincarnation of wen qing or even just another woman? maybe its bc im gay but even tho i love jz/jyl i think jyl should have gotten to be with a lovely young lady. and the line about "i'd like to choose [who i marry]" makes me go *thinking emoji*. idk if its ur thing but i would die if u wrote smth for this

I could not stop thinking about this, so have a little au with fem!jin hong! <3

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To his most esteemed Excellency…

“Chun-bao?”

Considering the decade of close friendship between our clans…

“Hm?”

“Is everything all right?” Wei Shuilan asks, poking her younger sister in the shoulder. “You’ve been staring at that letter for the past five minutes.”

And the closeness of age between my son Zhang Xiting and your daughter, the second Young Mistress Wei--

“Oh, it’s just--just a petition for Father. I’m sorting them out so he knows which ones to look at first when he comes home.”

...I would be most honored if you would consider his suit when the time is right for Wei Chunyang-xiaojie to be married. 

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Even though Wei Chunyang and all four of her siblings have long since grown old enough to move out of their parents’ house, the whole family still eats meals together in the jingshi at least four times a week. The whole family includes Jingyi, of course, since he was part of the family even before he and Chunyang’s xiongzhang decided to adopt a son together, and her Yu-gege’s own husband and son. Her sister Shuilan is here, too, since she and Chunyang still live with their A-Die and Fuqin, and sometimes Xichen-bobo or one of their more distant cousins comes along, too. 

Today, the cousin in question is Rulan-ge’s daughter, Jin Hong. She was Wei Chunyang’s best friend growing up, since the two of them are the same age, but they drifted apart as they grew older--out of no fault on either of their parts, but because of circumstance. Jin Hong rarely has the time to leave the Jinlintai or answer Chunyang’s letters, and Chunyang never had the chance to go to school with her because she studies the dao of healing cultivation like her Uncle Xichen, while Jin Hong follows the jiandao. 

These days, Chunyang doesn’t really know what to say to her on the rare occasions their paths do cross, which is why she only gives Jin Hong a close-lipped smile and slides into her usual seat at A-Die’s right when lunchtime rolls around. 

“Jin Hong,” she says, inclining her head as A-Die (doting as ever, just like Papa) fills up her plate with soft white rice, and adds a little bowl of her favorite spicy noodles on the side. “It’s lovely to see you again!”

And confusing, Chunyang doesn’t add. But there’s not much talking at meals anyway, because her brother-in-law Nie Zhuyan (who managed to woo her brother Lan Yu after five long years of courtship, even though Lan Yu didn’t know he was being courted for the first four years, eleven months, and twenty-seven days) is more of a stickler for the sect precepts than the rest of the family, out of the fear that he might offend Papa by accident. 

A-Die is enough conversation for the whole table, though, and there is plenty of laughter--both his and Yu-gege’s, and then everyone else’s, which is why Chunyang could probably have chosen a better time to tell her parents about Zhoushan Zhang’s request for her hand in marriage. 

“They what?” A-Die gasps, overturning his cup of tea. Xiongzhang gives him a handkerchief, but he looks as worried as A-Die and Papa do when he turns around to stare at her. “You can’t get married! You’re only twenty-one! You’re a baby!”

“She’s of age,” Shuilan-jie points out, in a vain effort to distract everyone from the rivalry-slash-courtship-slash-bitter enmity thing she has going on with one of the sect’s best music teachers, Lan Fang, who spends all his time writing sad love songs for her and crying every time she tells him she hates him. “She can get married if she wants to, right?”

“If she wants to, then certainly,” Papa says, trying to sound like he isn’t fretting. “But that is not your elders’ place to decide, Chun-bao, and certainly not Zhoushan Zhang’s. Do you know the young master they offered?”

“No,” she admits. Zhang Xiting attended the Lan sect lectures when she was around fifteen, but Chunyang only ever met him at the opening and closing ceremonies because her classes were in the physicians’ compound with her uncle. “I was going to write back this afternoon with a rejection, actually.”

Across from her, Jin Hong’s shoulders relax a little. 

“Ah, that’s good,” A-Die sighs, patting her hand. “I knew we were going to have to think about this sometime, of course, but you really are too young! Look, even your jiejie isn’t married yet.”

Wei Shuilan looks so offended that Jingyi-ge starts choking in an attempt to hide his laughter. “I’m never going to get married. A-Chun doesn’t have to wait for me.”

“I meant that Chunyang should follow your example, A-Lan. Marriage is overrated.”

Nie Zhuyan gives A-Die an incredulous sort of stare. “But father-in-law, you’re happily married! And so am I. Being wed is wonderful!”

“Not for my baby girls,” A-Die counters, while Lan Yu covers his face with his sleeve to hide his blush. “Where in the world am I supposed to find a man worthy of A-Lan, hm? Or a nice young master for my sweet little Chun-bao? I don’t believe they exist, so they’re going to be good little radishes and stay with their poor old A-Die until he dies.”

“Wei Ying,” Father says, clearly pained by even the thought of A-Die dying. “Do not say such things.”

I don’t want to marry any young master, Chunyang thinks, as Yu-gege starts teasing Shuilan about Lan Fang again. I just want to stay here, with my parents. 

(She doesn’t think of warm orange fur, or a pair of laughing golden eyes, or the countless letters to Lanling Jin that her once-best friend never answered.

It’s better this way, after all.)

[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader- Everyone But Me

Can u please do young!sirius x reader in which the reader is friends with Lily and the marauders. And in an attempt to try and see if Lily has any feelings for James, u flirt with James. And James being James goes along with it, also bc he knows Sirius likes u and he thinks it’s funny. Which does in fact not only make Lily jealous but also Sirius. Could the reader also be mega bffs with Rem please? I’m just a slut for jealous Sirius. I’m glad ur feeling better, I love you pumpkin

“I can’t believe you!” You giggled, head resting in the crook of Remus’ neck as you lost your composure. The marauders were devilish on and off the quidditch pitch and you weren’t going to tell anyone that peter had been muttering curses underneath his breath to throw off the Slytherin seeker while James worked on winning the game. 

“It was harmless, really, we would’ve won the game regardless,” Sirius chimed in, tossing his arm around you and pulling you from Remus’ side into his own as he fought back the small twang of jealousy he felt. He knew that Remus had his eye on that McKinnon girl that Lily was so fond of but he couldn’t help it. He loved that you were close with everybody he cared about. Sirius couldn’t ever fall for someone who wouldn’t give his friends a chance, but he also felt fear.

Fear that he wasn’t good enough in comparison to them. Remus was kindhearted and intelligent, possessing a calm and intelligence that Sirius thought he’d never have. Peter was in his head but he had good intentions and was cute, Sirius didn’t pull off cute well- in his own opinion that was. And then there was James Potter. James, his best friend and the golden boy of gryffindor. 

Which brought him to the whomping willow, hours later, back pressed against the dusty planks within the tree. When it wasn’t being used as a safe haven for Remus during the full moon it was a nice place for them to meet up and spend hours getting up to no good and enjoying their youth. You were all sat in a circle, you sitting directly between Remus and James, Sirius across from you. 

It was a miracle you hadn’t noticed that his eyes had been trained on you since the second you had arrived with a smug smile and firewhisky tucked behind your back to share. 

It was a miracle that Sirius didn’t notice the sly look you sent Lily’s way. You had a gleam in your eye and you finished off the cup of firewhisky you had in your hand, just enjoying the pleasant warmth that had spread through you. It was late and the whomping willow wasn’t the warmest of places as October reached its midpoint. 

“So James, brilliant play today,” You cooed, changing the subject so the focus was on James and James alone. Sirius felt sick but watched in curiosity. 

“Course it was,” James laughed but smiled back, sending a long look to Sirius, assessing him. Sirius was too stuck in his own mind to realize that he was being studied, he didn’t realize that to James the jealousy was clear. 

You watched Lily similarly, finding the way that her expression soured as she watched you, her own jealousy beaming through. Remus watched in amusement. Sirius and Lily were quite possibly the two most emotionally constipated people he had ever met in his life. 

James looked to you for a moment and your lips split into a wide grin, you winked, you actually bloody winked! Sirius felt disturbed but mainly disheartened. He didn’t like watching you express interest in James, he wanted it to be him regardless what James might feel towards you. Which seemed to be similar to your own feelings as he winked back. 

“I did it of course, for you dear Y/N,” James nearly laughed at the painful flirt that made it way past his lips. It was like trying to flirt with his sister, awkard and unnatural. You two had been stuck on a bet of sorts recently. James was adamant that Sirius was head over heels for you and you were certain Lily was begging the universe for James to make the first move, just so she didn’t have to lose her Evans pride by asking him first. 

You set your hand on James’ thigh as you talked, both egging on the other teens in the room that you fancied. It seemed to be too much for Sirius though as he hopped up from his reclined and faux relaxed position. 

“I’ve got to go,” Was all he said before he was running out. Peter looked at you all with shame and Remus snorted, hand held open for James to drop nearly a galleon’s worth of sickles into his waiting palm. Lily raised her brow in question as Marlene sipped at the firewhisky, soaking up the drama. 

“On you go then,” James directed, head jerking towards the entrance. 

You chewed your lip pensively. “I still don’t think you’re right,” 

“Our plan went just like we thought it would so what are you waiting for?” James asked and Lily’s mouth opened to ask but Remus shot her a look that told her she would be finding out very soon. 

“If you’re wrong-” You argued, nervous that Sirius wouldn’t feel the same. What if he did but didn’t now that you had been cruel? Jealousy was a feeling that tied your stomach in knots and made your heart feel like a concrete weight in your chest. If Sirius was feeling anything like that then you didn’t doubt he would be cross with your little game. 

“He’s not,” Remus reassured, hand warm on your back as he sent you an encouraging smile. “Sirius is mad for you, so go to him already.” 

You finally nodded, brushing the dust from your jeans as you chased after the boy that you hadn’t had the guts to tell how you felt without playing childish games. You hoped he wasn’t too upset. 

--

“Hey,” Your voice drifted on the icy breeze, features distorted by the moon’s light being broken up through the clouds above and Sirius froze in his tracks that had been leading anywhere that wasn’t near the whomping willow. “You left pretty quick,” 

You stood a few feet behind him with a perfect smile on your face, concerned about him. He cracked his own smile but if felt cheap and brittle. “Just needed some air, drank too much probably,” 

“You didn’t touch the firewhisky all night,” You pointed out and Sirius watched you intently.

“Guess not,” He shrugged lamely, not offering any explanation as to why he was lying to you. You understood he was hurt, or at least feeling inadequate, and it was up to you to make the first step. 

“Want to talk about it?” You asked, not quite sure what to do now.

“Nothing to talk about,” He couldn’t help the bitter tone. Why tell you how he felt when you clearly fancied James? Why else would you be all over his friend? But... that begged another question. Why were you here and not with James when you had both seemed to be enjoying each other’s flirting? 

“Alright then,” You said, smile stiff but you didn’t seem deterred as you grabbed Sirius’ hand in yours. “If you don’t have something to say, then I do. I’m sorry,” You opened your mouth to say more but it seemed stuck in your throat. 

Sirius could feel your palm, sweaty against his own as you struggled for words. “You’re sorry?” He prompted, not sure why you were apologizing. Your cheeks were red but he chalked it up the buzz and the chill in the air that was pricking at his own skin and undoubtedly battling the sweater you wore and winning. You shivered. 

“I’m sorry for being an idiot, I didnt mean to make you jealous-” 

“I wasn’t jealous!” Sirius immediately squeaked, face hot. 

You laughed. Sirius winced. 

“Whatever you and James are it’s cool, I’m not jealous,” He defended again, shielding his own emotions from you. You were still laughing! Was this funny to you? Sirius tore his hand from yours, making his way back towards the school. 

“Siri!” You sighed, realizing you once again had shared too little. “James and I aren’t anything! It was a trick, a prank, really! I was trying to get Lily to admit she liked James and he was doing the same to you.... Both of us are idiots,” 

Sirius stood still once again but he was almost too nervous to face you as you caught back up to him. “What’s the point? Why make a mockery of us?” 

“I-it wasn’t supposed to be that... I don’t want to mock you, I want you to know I like you, a lot,” 

Sirius scoffed. “Funny way of showing it,” Yet, his defenses had fallen with that one blow. Y/N liked him? Surely she couldn’t mean it. 

“I know,” You sighed, fingers intertwining with his once more as you tugged him to face you, his eyes darting around as he refused to make eye contact. He was trying to keep from looking hopeful in case this was still just one big joke. 

“Why?” He asked.

“I told you silly, because I like you and I’m an idiot and-” 

“No,” Sirius cut you off. “I mean, why me? Why not James? He’s- well he’s just better... Honestly, anyone would be better than me. I like you, oh merlin, I like you, Y/N-”

“But?” You encouraged.

“But you deserve better and anyone else would be a better match...” Sirius continued, trying to keep the hurt out of his tone. “I thought for a while you liked Remus and now James and I- Well I thought you liked everyone but me.” 

To anyone that wasn’t you or the marauders, Sirius would sound indifferent as he admitted his own low self esteem. To you, however, you realized just how stupid it was to make Sirius sit in his self doubt to try and get him to say he liked you instead of just admitting it yourself. 

“James is like my brother,” You wrinkled your nose in mock disgust. “I couldn’t ever feel that way about him! It’s always been you Sirius, I don’t care about anyone else the way I care about you. Remus is my best friend and James and Peter are like my annoying siblings, but that is all. You mean far more to me,” 

Sirius blinked slowly. “But I’m-” 

“Perfect,” You smiled. “In every way,” 

Sirius felt like he’d been punched. 

“So,” You blushed. “All that being said, would you do me the honor of letting me make up for my mistake and take you on a date?” 

Sirius beamed, kissing your knuckles as he squeezed your hand in response. “How could I deny you the honor of going on a date with all this?” He motioned to himself, his false confidence blurring with real confidence as he tried to process that you actually liked him! 

“Can I ask one thing though?” He chimed in after a moment of charged silence. 

“Of course,” You let go of the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. 

“Please, never do that again,” Sirius laughed weakly.

You agreed and pulled him into a tight hug, only pulling away when the rest of your friends found you some odd minutes later, stuck in a cozy embrace.

That weekend, you and Sirius, as well as James and Lily, had a lovely double date. The kiss you’d given him after had told Sirius all he need to know. It was him and only him and had been for quite some time. All was well.  

[dolce-peach]

Hi! Btw love ur blog💖 could you please like totally write a Bucky x ace and bi!reader where she is best friends with Loki who is also ace and when she gets into a relationship with Bucky she is afraid it’s going to end because she is ace, but Bucky reassures her that he loves her more and is willing to make sacrifices 💖

home is here (in your arms)

pairing: bucky barnes x ace!bi!reader, bestfriend!loki x ace!bi!reader

warnings: a bit of angst

a/n: i’m back!  this was such a wholesome request, and i hope i did it justice, anon!!  i was honestly so nervous writing this 👉🏻👈🏻 i’m so sorry this took so long!!  hope you enjoy!

permanent taglist: @kaitlynmalikisnotonfire​ @just-another-loki-fanblog​

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The moment Bucky kissed you and pulled you close, there were a thousand flags of caution in your mind.

It wasn’t that you were disgusted or anything at all, but you felt extreme guilt, knowing you couldn’t give him everything he deserved and more.  You couldn’t be there for him or become one with him, though his presence was ever inviting, but you definitely couldn’t give him what he eventually wanted.

You sat on the couch, thinking about the feeling of his lips on yours.  His touch nearly seared into your skin.

“Why the long face?” Loki asked as he sat down next to you.  

You sighed.  “Nothing.”

“Darling, we all know that ‘nothing’ means ‘something’,” he chuckled, amused.

You twiddled your thumbs.  Of all people, you didn’t really feel like confiding in Loki.  Sure, he was your best friend, but there were some things you just couldn’t talk about.  In fact, how could you subtly bring it up without being awkward about it?  You’d rather shut it away.

That definitely wasn’t going to work in the long run.

“Let me guess, you’re what humans call ‘asexual’.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, and he chuckled.

“How --?”

He shrugged nonchalantly.  “I guess I know you too well,” he said.  “I’m the same way.  It would be a shame if I didn’t see that in you.”

You averted your gaze.  

The god gave a heavy sigh.  “So Barnes made a move on you,” he concluded.  “Why don’t you tell him?”

“It’s not that simple,” you huffed with frustration.  “Bucky’s only barely just become part of my life.  I don’t want to scare him off or make him hate me.  He’s the first person who has actually seen me for me in a long time.”  You shook your head with defeat.  “I really need him, Loki.  He makes me feel whole.”

Loki nodded slowly, taking in your words.  “You’ll hate me for saying this, but you’ll have to tell him sooner or later.  When you’re ready, of course.”

You laughed.  “I’d never hate you,” you admitted.  “You’re a bit of an ass sometimes, but you’re a good friend, Loki.”

“I’m honored,” he answered sarcastically with a small bow.  “If you need any help...”

You raised an eyebrow.  “You’re offering me help?”

Loki sighed heavily.  “Yes, that doesn’t feel right, does it?” he said with a small laugh.  “You humans are making me soft.”

He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before getting up and walking down the hall, probably to annoy his brother.

Though you were happy to have quiet peace at last, your mind was still being tormented with doubt.  Even if Bucky could look past your concerns and accept you, how could that possibly last?

At the same time, you didn’t want to let what you had go.  It had been a long time since you were able to find someone who understood your past.  If you broke things off, you didn’t know when that would happen again.  If you broke things off...

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought.  You couldn’t.

As afraid as you were to admit it, you loved him.

“There you are.”

You turned with wide eyes to see Bucky at the counter, a glass of water in hand.  “Y-you were looking for me?”

“I haven’t seen you all day.  Of course, I was,” he chuckled.  “Loki told me I’d find you in here.”

You made a mental note to punch the god later.

Seeing your expression, Bucky furrowed his brow.  “What’s wrong?” he asked.  “You’ve been acting weird ever since I kissed you last night.  Am I really that bad --?”

“No!”

The silence that followed was deafening.  All you could hear was your heartbeat pounding underneath your skin.

You cleared your throat.  “I mean, no.”

He let out a small nervous laugh.  “I can’t blame you.  Getting a kiss from a 100-year-old man is definitely out of style.”

“It’s not that,” you said, pushing past his joke.  “It’s just...well, I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

His lips were slightly agape before pressing themselves into a thin line of thought.  “Okay,” he said quietly.  “So you don’t feel the same way?”

Panic flooded your body.  “No!  I love you.  I love you so much, more than anything.”  You let out an exasperated sigh.  

Bucky set his glass down before walking over, sitting on the couch beside you as he offered his Vibranium hand.  You placed your shaking hand into his, and as you felt the cold metal against your skin, you relaxed a little.

His eyes coaxed you out of your silence, watching patiently for every move.  

“I’m ace.”

The words came out all too quickly.

You watched his thoughtful expression for any sign of disgust and found none.

“Okay,” was all he said.

You frowned.  “Okay...?”

“It’s just another part of you,” he said simply.  “And I love you.  Every single part of you.”

Involuntary tears welled in your eyes.  “Really?”

He gently squeezed your hand.  “Of course,” he replied.  “I love you, and I'm willing to do anything for you.  I just wish you told me sooner.  I would’ve understood.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want to take that risk and lose you,” you whispered.

“Well, unfortunately, sweetheart, you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger,” he chuckled.  He continued to wipe your tears.  “Hey, it’s okay...”

“I love you so much,” you cried as you hugged him.

He carefully wrapped his arms around you, letting you sob into his shoulder.  “Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?”

“Just be here.”

He hummed in response.

“And maybe some ice cream.”

He laughed.  “As you wish.”

[skzshortcake]

Stray kids ship please! (P.S ILY ) I dont know if there are any guidelines for what to send in a ship so i decided to put my zodiacs, a description of my personality, and my aesthetic :)

Zodiacs: Sun: Cancer|Moon: Gemini|Mercury: Gemini|Venus: Gemini|Mars: Pisces|Saturn: Cancer

Personality description (courtesy of my best friend, dont ask me why he wrote a whole paragraph-): Alright so Grace is basically 50% goofball 50% sweetheart. Seriously shes sweeter than candy. Also shes like the funniest person alive, its like her mission in life to make everyone laugh and whenever she does she gets this big smile on her face and proceeds to make you lose your shit laughing even more. Also she laughs at like literally everything, so shes ALWAYS smiling. Shes super random, shell like randomly break out into song in the middle of the mall (THAT WAS ONLY LIKE 1 TIME DJDJ) or start dancing in the middle of an empty parking lot when its raining, also whenever an atmosphere gets too quiet or uncomfortable she’ll scream something off the top of her head. Mostly she’s a complete sweetheart tho. Like her family high-key sucks and never made her feel loved or comfortable with showing emotions straightforwardly so she mostly does it in subtle ways (like physical affection, gifts, acts of service, etc.) Shes insecure tho, and she wants to make sure you know she loves you, so she’ll try really hard to tell you through words sometimes. That always results in her stumbling over her words or stuttering or rambling (plus a very cute red face, i may be a very gay man but i still recognize a cutie pie when i see one.) And then she gets all flustered and starts apologizing and you kinda have to just let her know that hey, its okay, i know you tried and i understood, or itll never end. Also shes like a complete romantic. Like she helped my brother plan his wedding cuz she knew him and his fiance and she just lOVED IT and kept getting this big ole smile on her face whenever she saw them do something romantic (she always goes “awwwww” when she sees little kids running around holding hands or old couples being sweet.) Shes also like the most accepting person ever, like regardless of your sexuality or gender or race or religion, she doesnt care, she just sees you as human, which is refreshing. Her hobbies are basically anything involving art (she especially likes to sing and draw, her voice sounds like a literal angel) also she’s huge bookworm (especially dystopian fiction, she lives for that crap), and music is essentially her entire life. P.S: Say hi to ur fav blogs for me (alright ig Jay says hello).

Aesthetic I achieve (apparently, according to Jay I do, idk myself that well): Sunny days, sunflowers, daisies, picnics on a red plaid blanket, laughter, number 2 pencils, playful kisses, teddy bears with red ribbons, tea with honey, sun hats, striped shirts and denim jeans, buttered popcorn and caramel apples, bumblebees, waffles topped with blueberres and whipping cream and pancakes drizzled in strawberry syrup

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oh my god you and your friend are just precious. tell him hi for me! 

I ship you with hyunjin!

I think he shows affection in the same way that you do, grace!

so I think you two would get along just fine!

hyunjin just loves you so much, he’s got this type of love for you that’s like “I adore you so much and you’re such a genuinely good person and i’m so proud of you and I want to be around you all the time.”

he loves your aesthetic so much and makes sure to take you out on dates that he knows will make you happy

like he’s out exploring in the city and finds a cute park with a hidden area where the sunlight peeks through the tree branches

and his first thought is “I need to bring grace here”

skz can tell that he’s just genuinely happy around you, you bring out the best in him

you make him want to jump for joy!

he wants to show his dancing and singing to you because he feels so appreciated when you take the time to watch him

sometimes he just lays on you and won’t move

he’s just so comfortable in your presence 

but he does kinda want to baby you a bit too!

hyunjin seems to me like he wants someone who will let him take care of them but still be a bit independent

so he shows his affection by texting you with lots of emojis! and through helping you with the little things like dishes or cleaning your room because he loves your reaction when you fake punch him and tell him he didn’t have to

he just giggles and his eyes form cute crescent moons as he pulls you into a hug

“I just love helping you, sweetie!”

he’s always around you, you play video games together, you eat together (and when you’re not together it’s over facetime), you sing together, you read together anything! (ps he really wants to see your art, he adores everything you to and will promote your art so much!!)

nicknames he would call you:

sweetie, baby

a date you would go on:

picnic date in the park!

he takes you to that little secluded area and lays out a pretty blanket for you. he wants to take plenty of pictures of you with the sunlight and your cute straw hat. and he even went out and bought fruit smoothies for you both! he probably talks with you for a bit until you’re both tired and then you lean on him while he plays videos on his phone.

honorable mention: jisung!

[itriedandimtired]

Birthday

a/n: GUESS WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS– I've had this in my draft since March, and the moment it became May I was like- “why don't I publish this on his birthday?”, so here we are! Happy Birthday Roman Sanders 😔❤✨ also thank you so much to @palette6 (is that the url? They're deactivated I can't tag them :( ) for helping me with parts of whatever this is! :D

AU: Human!AU

Genre: Hurt/comfort

WARNINGS: toxic mother, feeling bad, hint of s*x joke, a little crying as well. it will be fluff by the end tho, oh also a LOT of time skips, bad writing because I'm too lazy to edit-

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Roman jolted up on his bed.

School.

Roman thought, he gets up quickly turning to his door. That's when he stops for a second, recalling the fact he won't be going to school today. Of course, Patton was disappointed, but that was Roman's parents decision.

His parents insisted on visiting his brother, Remus. Roman had just plan to go out with Patton today, but guess his birthday can't go as well as he wishes.

Birthday.

‘One year closer to death’, as Virgil would say.

Roman sigh as he flops back onto his bed. He glance at his bags those he had packed up last night.

He will need to get ready soon.

_____(beep boop time skoop)_____

Roman dried himself up as soon as he finished taking bath. Usual morning, usual routine.

He soon changes into his outing outfit; which includes a pastel red sweater, skinny jeans, quarter white socks and his slip-on shoes.

Ding!

His phone lights up from the notifications.

Space nerd 🌌: Happy birthday, Roman.

Padre 🐶❤: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROMAN!! 💖💗💓💕

Emo nightmare 🕷: yo princey, happy birthday lmao

Okay, that made Roman smiled. God, he loves his friends so much.

He send replies to them, simple ones as his mother already called for him.

Roman shuts his phone then slips it into his pocket as he walks over to his bags, picking them up and walks outside his house in a fast pace.

He placed his bags inside the car, was ready to take a seat-

“You're not going to help your father? Really? ”

Those words from his mother hurts. He takes a deep breathe as he makes his way to his father and helps with what he could. He could tell this will be a tiring day, though anything barely starts.

_____(time skip brought to you by my love for Roman)_____

It was half-way through the journey when Roman had his earbuds on.

“Laying down my pride, I need to tell you how much I need you now.”

He leans against his window as he lets his mind drift off to the song. He loves the song, it reminds him of the time back then when he was mean to others, specifically Virgil.

He really wants to apologize, he really does. He just doesn't know how to. He just-

“ROMAN!”

He flinched at the call, quickly pulling off one of his earbuds as he stares at his mother. “Ye- yes?” He stuttered out.

“Jesus Christ, you're always with your earbuds! What are you even listening to?”

“I was listening to a song-”

“Well, does it have anything to do with your education?”

“No-”

“Then it's not worth it!”

Roman chew on his lower lips, he hates this. He doesn't like it when his mother keeps yelling at him for whatever interest he has.

“Roman, you're falling behind from your friends already. Quit disappointing me.”

Roman only nods at that, he only nods at every single words his mother yelled.

“How do you want it? How do I say it? How do I let you know that I'm sorry? ” the song played.

What a perfect timing.

_____(another time skip I'm so sorry-)_____

“Roman, pass me the tissue.”

Roman woke up from his sleep, barely awake. He passes his mother the tissue box – that's what she wanted, right? – weakly, haven't gaining his energy yet.

He swear he felt the tissue box was lift up, he swear someone had taken the tissue box from his hand. So why had it fallen when he let it go?

“Roman! God, can't you do a single thing right?!” his mother started yelling.

Roman is fully awake now, shrinking himself. He glance out of the window as his mother is still yelling, noticing how they're in front of the hotel they'll be staying at.

Only God knows how grateful he is for that.

Soon, but not soon enough, his mother stopped yelling. “Whatever, just go help your father with the bags.” Roman nods, getting out of the car to his father.

“Here, bring these. I'll bring the others.” His father said as he hands the younger male a bunch of bags. Roman takes them carefully, balancing himself and he makes his way to the hotel's main door.

“Hey, son?”

Roman stops, turning to his father.

“Happy birthday,” his father smiled.

Roman froze, before he returns the smile and whispers a soft “thank you”.

_____(last time skip I swear-)_____

Roman lies on the bed as he stares at the ceiling. He doesn't share the same room with his parents, which he thinks is a very good idea. Not only can he avoid his mother, but he could gives his parents some space if they're into.. something.

Roman chuckled at the thought, Remus had rub off on him. Then he remembered what happened that day. It's not that he's not used to is, because he is. He doesn't even know why his heart broke so much that day whenever his mother yells at him.

Could it be because it's his birthday? He doesn't know either. He never really feels like anyone care, so why is today any different? Why is his heart so sensitive specifically that day? Why are his emotions so messed up? Why-

Then he broke down. Roman burst into tears, he doesn't stop for quite a while. He doesn't know how long has he been crying, but it sure as hell feels really long.

His phone's ringing is what stopped his crying. He looks at his phone, realizing it was his friends who are calling him, and he's not in the mood for that. So he waits, until the ringing stops.

And when it does, he sighs of relief. The notification, however, changed his mind.

Space Nerd 🌌: Roman, I believe you do not want to upset Patton. I suggest you answer the phone next time.

Emo Nightmare 🕷: Dude, answer ur phone tf

Padre 🐶❤: answer the phone plsss :(

Roman stares at his phone, if Logan and Virgil agree on a thing; he knows for a fact that he should be doing whatever that is. But doesn't mean he can't disagree. Patton saying it, however–

Whatever, it was too late for that anyway.

Riiiingggg!

Or not. He sprinted to the bathroom, splashing water to his face. He messily wipes the water away before he answer the phone.

“Roman!!” Patton speaks happily, as Virgil only shows his ceiling leaving Logan to formally greet Roman.

“Hey guys! What's up?” Roman greets through the phone, Virgil then lifts up his phone revealing his eyes and eyeshadows under them. “What's up? It's your birthday, duh!” Virgil says.

“Yep! Oh, we prepared something!” Patton informed, getting up from the chair he was sitting on and sprinted to somewhere else. Roman is shocked, to say the least. This is his first birthday to celebrate with his friends, even if it's through the phone. He clearly hadn't expected anything more than a “Happy Birthday”.

However, here he is; laying on a hotel bed while he's face timing his friends, confused to why had his friends prepared something for his birthday.

Then Patton is back, with a paper in his hands. “We were planning to give it to you today, but you didn't come to school. But that's alright! I will read it out to you, alright?” Patton says cheerfully.

“Alright??” Roman answers- well, more like questioning.

“I will start with mine first! May I?”

“Of course, Patton. Go ahead.” Logan speaks, for the first time since his greet.

Patton takes a deep breath, before he starts reading the paper.

“Hola, Roman!” Roman quickly recognized the usage of Spanish, and he must admit; he's impressed that his friends even remember that he could speaks in Spanish. “If you're reading this – well more like listening now – happy birthday kiddo! I know you're going through some stuff, especially with your self-esteem–” Roman quickly teared up at the words “–but you stayed strong, and that honestly impressed me. I've always said this but, I'll always be here for you. You don't have to be afraid, because I'll fight for you just like how you Fight For Me.” Roman chuckled at the Heathers reference as he rubs his watery eyes. “Thank you, Puffball,” Roman muttered, luckily loud enough for the others to hear.

“You are very welcome! Logan, do you want to read yours by your own?” Patton asks directly at the logical male among the four. “That would be,, nice, Patton. Ahem- Roman, I'd like to wish you a happy birthday.”

It was quiet for a while, to the point Roman questioned if Logan is done. That was, until Logan speaks again.

“I also would like to let you know, you might as well be one of the greatest things that's ever happened to me. Having you as my best friend is an honor, admittedly. Though you could be loud and obnoxious at times, you still stick with me until now. I always thought friends will never be my main priority but, you proved me wrong–” Logan takes a deep breath “–I started my journey alone, until you came along. From that, the four of us got along. I am never great with emotions, so I hope you get what I mean.”

Roman was stunned, he never thought Logan out of all people would be the one who said such a thing.

“What I'm trying to say is, thank you Roman. For everything you've sacrificed, though it might looks silly, I know it means a lot to you.” Logan spoken again, which froze Roman even more. The tears he had wipe away are just coming back again threatening to fall off his eyes.

“Virgil? Would you like to read it by yourself or-”

“God- please read it for me, I don't think I have the courage.”

“Certainly,” Logan flips the paper he was holding. “Oh- I don't think me reading this would be a great option, so uh- Patton, if you'd like?” Logan phrased unsurely.

“Of course!” Patton flips his own paper before reading Virgil's letter.

“Yo, Princey. Happy birthday. So uh, y'know I'm not good with expressing feelings with words and cliches bs like this–” Patton had look confused when he reads the word ‘bs’, however let it go “–but just to let you know, I appreciate your efforts. I know you've been trying to improve yourself and trying to be less mean to me, and you're doing great. Yeah, you were a jerk and all but hey, past is the past and let's get over it. I know you feel guilty, and you're allowed to. But just know, you don't have to. And oh, another thing;” Patton smiled excitedly, before he reads out the last sentence.

“Thank you for willing to accept me, and now I'd do the same to you.”

Roman was crying, at that point. Sure, he was crying as well before they were video chatting but this time.

This time, he feels happy. He feels loved, accepted and content.

Breathlessly, he whispered “Thank you so much, for everything.”