#listen i... i can't do this alone okay? i need someone to bounce ideas with

[faeofdusk]

so uh... [taps mic] anyone active in the tags that is willing to help me with my fanfic? it's about time travel and stuff...

[bougiebutchbinch]

You know, if I weren't lazy I could give you an essay on how comic Wade is either closeted transfem or wants to at least medically transition even if he stays using he/him pronouns. I'd even site my sources in MLA format for you. I'd just have to find some very specific events, and it also relies on the idea that the scars are psychosomatic (which was implied in one of the Deadpool and Spiderman comics).

The only problem is on a good day I'm wishy washy about liking that (a physical representation of his poor mental health that people either ignore or out right demonize? yes please) but on most days I don't really like it as a concept.

oh goshhhhhh I am soooo here for transfem Wade!!!!

Should you ever have the spoons to deliver that essay, I for one would love to hear it.

She (or he, I think they're pretty fluid with pronouns, like Deadpool always is!) is the transfem who makes her gender identity A Big Joke for years and years and years, always laughing about 'haha what if I was a girl what if I was your girlfriend what if my pussy got wet whenever we fought what if I wore a maid dress for you what if that hahahaha wouldn't that be funny'

to the point where

everyone can kinda tell

it isn't a joke

but Wade's almost too afraid to acknowledge that it isn't? Like, she's been keeping her barriers up with comedy for so long, and especially growing up with her dad and then in the military, a BIG part of her is fucking terrified about what it means to acknowledge how she really feels about herself, let alone embrace it.

Anyway, I think one day someone (Vanessa?) would listen to Wade doing his usual bit about 'lol what if I was a girl' and would just say "You could be, you know."

Her tone is kind, gentle, and completely fucking serious.

And Wade suddenly gets

very

very

quiet.

For all of a minute.

"Yeah," he manages eventually, hoarser than ever. Flashing Vanessa a bright, cheeky grin that doesn't quite reach his (her?) eyes. "But then you'd have competition for being the hottest woman in this polycule, and we can't have that."

But maybe next time he takes Vanessa up on her offer to do his nails and make up, she catches him looking at himself wistfully in the mirror, and presses a little kiss to the side of his head.

"I'm ready for that competition whenever you are," she promises. "But you'd better bring your A-game. I'm not gonna go easy on you just because you're a newly minted girl."

Wade chokes out a laugh. She jerks away from her reflection like she's scared that she's been caught - then, tentatively, glances back again. Looking at herself, scars and high cheekbones and thin eyelashes darkened with mascara, and more scars, and all - before her nervous, sickly yellow eyes flit to Vanessa's.

Vanessa can see the want there. The yearning.

And she can see, just as clearly, the fear.

"Rain check?" asks Wade, fake-breezy. "Not that I'm not ready for you to kick my ass at the art of hot-girlhood, but you have had a lot more practice."

Vanessa finds her hand - fever-hot as ever, and just a little sweaty. She gives it a tight squeeze.

"Rain check," she agrees, not because she wants it, but because Wade needs it. Then, distracting her, because there's a fragile set to Wade's mouth, like she's letting something she so desperately wants slip between her fingers - "What colour should I paint your toenails?"

"Ooh!" Wade perks up immediately, clapping her hands in delight. "Wolverine-costume-yellow? Nonono, gunmetal grey for Cable! And Colossus. Okay, so maybe one yellow for every two grey? Hey, I'll do yours too~ We can match!"

She's adorable when she's excited. Vanessa drops another little kiss on one of the textured ridges that divides Wade's skull into continents of scar tissue. "Sounds like a perfect girls' night."

"Girls' night," Wade repeats, smile small and precious. Then, bouncing up from the chair in front of Vanessa's vanity - "Okay, game plan! I'll go put on the Golden Girls and make popcorn, you get the nail polish and the files. Sound good?"

"Sounds amazing."

[smileyallthetime77]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕣? 𝔸 𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟?

Yandere!Korra x Yandere!Mako x Yandere!Bolin x Yandere!Asami x reader

⚠️Warning(s)⚠️: Kidnapping, Drug Usage, Cursing, Fire, Burns, Scars, Abuse & Manipulation.

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 8,586

👾Characters👾: 47,765

M/T = Movie Type

F/S = Favorite Sport

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Panic welled up inside you, making it even harder to catch your breath. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to calm yourself, but the emotional turmoil threatened to consume you. You couldn’t remember why you were running. You couldn’t remember while you were upset. You were running.

You neared a brick wall and went to rest on it. You heaved as you clutched your fists so hard they became white. You were so scared. You didn’t know what you were doing and why you were out in the middle of the forest. A voice called about from in front of you, “Are you okay?”.

You looked up into the darkness and screamed loudly as you jumped back. Your screaming caused the figure to scream as well.

“Who are you? And why the fuck are you out here at one in the morning”, you say clutching your heart still freaked out by the presence of someone near you in the middle of the woods.

Apologies filled the persons voice as they recognized they had startled you. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just passing by and noticed you leaning against the wall. Are you alright?”.

“I’m fine”, you said with scrunched eyebrows as you walked past this stranger to leave.

You brushed past the person, unable to explain the complicated mess of emotions swirling within you. As you left the figure behind, a large wrist grasped your arm and gently tugged you backwards. The semi deep voice and large wrist must have meant that this was a man with you.

“Wait! It’s pretty late out if you ask me. Why don’t I walk you home”, he suggests.

“I’m fine”, you encourage. You weren’t necessarily fond of the idea of having a stranger walk with you in the middle of the woods at one in morning. But he wasn’t quite ready to stop taking to you, “Well, I’m Bolin. Do you live around here?”

You nodded your head and pulled your wrist from his grip and began walking faster.

Bolin fell into step beside you, respecting your pace. "So, um, how far away do you live from here?" he asked, trying to make conversation. He seemed determined to help, despite your introverted demeanor.

“A few miles. I wouldn’t want to bother yo-“, he cut you off.

“Well since it’s late out maybe you should come to my house instead. I wouldn’t want you walking out here all alone”.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. “I really do appreciate that you’re willing to accompany me on this short walk but I really should be going. You should too”. You began walking once again and you refused to look back.

Bolin blinked in surprise, taken aback by your response. He hadn't expected such a direct dismissal. "Alright, I understand”.

Before you could hear anything else you felt a large body ram into your side knocking you into the floor. A rock smashed into your temple and you fell unconscious.

Bolin crouched down next to you, his expression twisted with guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispered, cradling your limp form in his arms. "I couldn't let you walk away, not like this. Not after all this."

The last thing you heard before you passed out was him calling someone, “Korra, get the car!”

He gently lifted you, cradling you against his chest as he bounced his knee up and down and rubbing your back. He needed something to fidget with to keep himself from thinking of the fact that he had just knocked his true love out.

Korra grind from the front seat, “Did you really have to knock her out?”

Bolin rolled his eyes, keeping you secure in his arms. "She wouldn't listen, Korra," he replied, irritation edging his voice. "And we can't risk her running or causing a scene."

Korra nodded her head, “I’m surprise Mako didn’t do something”, you grinned again nudging him in the shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had soon woken up to a furnished room. You groaned and hopped out of bed so fast you fell on the floor with a loud bang. You suddenly recalled the events of last night and rushed toward the door, but not before someone came in. It was the stranger you had met last night.

“Are you okay?”, he asked panicked. He practically man handled you up with one arm and brought you to the bed. He gently touched your face and began inspecting it, “You took quite the tumble there, didn’t you?”.

Reluctantly, you allowed him to examine your face, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. His concern seemed genuine, which only added to your confusion. "Do you need ice or something?" he asked, searching for a solution. "We should clean you up, at least."

You stared at him with blown shot eyes, “Why am I here”.

His hands paused in mid-air, sensing the shift in your demeanor. "I... I'm not sure I can explain it all”.

“What do you mean you can’t explain it all?! You kidnap me and you can’t even give me a reason”. You attempted to stand again but his arms prevented you from moving forward towards the door.

As if on que, a girl suddenly walked in. She looked…….familiar…. The Avatar. The Avatar! The Avatar has kidnapped you.

“Do you want me to take over, Bolin”, she questions leaning on the side of the door

“Why are you doing this?!”, you screamed attempting to shove him back but he didn’t budge. He only looked at you with sad eyes.

She gave you a sad smile turning to Bolin, “Why don’t I handle precious here, calm her down, and you and Mako can make breakfeast”, she offered Bolin

Bolin hesitated, glancing between you and Korra. With a sigh, he agreed, "Alright, Korra. Just promise you'll be gentle." He took a step towards you, his expression softening. "Please, sit down”.

As he left the room with a sad look on his face Korra closed and locked the door behind her, “Hi”, she said sheepishly

You eyed her warily, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why am I here?" you repeated, your voice trembling. "What do you want from me?" Korra sat across from you, folding her legs. "I know this seems scary, but it reasonable. Though, it might not sound reasonable to you”, she hesitated before speaking again, “Bolin knew there was something wrong with you. We didn’t want to second guess his thoughts. If you can prove to us that you’re okay you can leave. I’m the Avatar, it is my job to make sure that people are okay”, she said touching your face but you moved away. She quickly narrowed her eyes. “We can’t let you leave”, she said touching your leg and gently rubbing it.

You didn’t think twice before you rushed towards the door. She was too quick though and tackled you to the ground. You quickly tried to scramble away but she grabbed your arm and painfully twisted it behind your back, pinning you to the ground.

“I thought we were at a mutual understanding”, she grunted

Frustration flashed across your face, but you stopped struggling. You couldn't escape Korra's grip, not without causing yourself greater harm. "Fuck you!”, you scream out with tears brimming your eyes

“Don’t get it wrong. I won’t hesitate to put you in your place if you misbehave. Your two loving boyfriends are out there making breakfeast. You can either go out there and eat it like a nice girl or you can stay in here, tied up. Don’t think of me as some saint like Bolin”

Humiliation flooded you.

She grabbed your arm hoisting you up as she opened the door. Standing there, was who you assumed was Bolin and someone else, stood there in aprons. Korra brought you over to a chair, “sit”, she demanded releasing you and sitting down next to you, man spread.

Feeling defeated, you slid into the chair, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. Bolin and the other stranger exchanged nervous glances, offering you plates of food. You stared at the meal, unable to meet their eyes. Their attempt at a normal situation seemed forced, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped.

Once all of them were sitting at the table they all began to eat, especially Korra and Bolin. They began to swallow those pancakes. Korra turned to you though, “Why aren’t you eating?”, she question coldly.

Defiance filled you, but you knew it was futile. With a sigh, you picked up a forkful of food. Chewing slowly, you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. "I'm eating," you replied, trying to mask your discomfort. You hoped your silence spoke volumes about your displeasure.

Bolin began to chat everyone up at the table, trying to minimize as much discomfort.

Bolin's efforts went mostly unnoticed, as tension hung heavily over the table. The stranger, in particular, seemed uncomfortable, glancing at you frequently. Despite his attempts to engage in light conversation, the atmosphere remained strained.

Bolin began to ask you some questions of your personal life.

“So…..do you have any siblings”, he questioned continuing to eat, “Me and Mako are adopted siblings, if you didn’t know”, he shrugged.

You shook your head. Like you were going to tell him shit

Bolin nodded, accepting your reticence. He shifted uneasily in his seat, trying to fill the void with small talk. "That's cool. So, what do you like to do in your free time? Any hobbies?"

“(F/S)”, you mumbled still not looking at him

Bolin smiled weakly, grateful for the information. "Cool, I've always thought that was a fascinating sport. You must be very disciplined." He tried to change the subject, glancing at Mako and Korra. "Hey, guys, have you seen that new movie everyone is talking about?"

Korra raised an eyebrow. "Which one?" She responded, seeming eager to shift focus away from you. Mako nodded in agreement, clearly relieved. The conversation veered off onto other topics, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being the elephant in the room.

“So! What movies do you watch? And I don’t think I asked for your name yet”, he asked trying to get you involved.

“(M/T). My names…….”, you sighed. Lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere, “(Y/N)”, you mumble still looking at the empty plate

Bolin winced, likely recalling the night you had been kidnapped. "Ah, I see. Well, there's a good horror series on TV these days. Maybe we can watch it together sometime.," he suggested, attempting to lighten the mood. Korra and Mako exchanged a knowing glance, acknowledging, “Lovely name, too”, he grinned in some sort of love sick smile.

“I have to use the bathroom”, you say standing up quickly, and nearly falling over, but Korra grabs your arm

"Easy, easy," Korra murmured, steadying you. "Just be careful." She led you to the bathroom but refused to close the door.

You glared at her, “I need to go”, you say

Korra sighed, reluctantly stepping aside. "Alright, just hurry up," she muttered, crossing her arms.

Once the door was locked you slowly bended the sink water as you stood in the corner. Maybe you could hold them out for some time and possibly find a way to escape.

You concentrated on the water, feeling its flow respond to your commands. Time stretched on, but the others showed no signs of leaving. Anxiety built within you as minutes turned into hours.

Korra began to bang on the door after two minutes, “Open the door, (Y/N). If you do you won’t be punished”, she demanded

“Leave me the fuck alone”, you sneered still standing in the corner

“Dont think for a fucking second I won’t break this door down!”, she demands

Soon enough the door does break down but you whip at her with water as you attempt to sprint past her. She grabs your ankle and pulls you down as she puts pressure on you keeping you down, “Mako!”, she calls, “Grab me the rope”.

Mako appeared, handing her the rope. Korra quickly wrapped it around you, restraining you further. "This isn't getting you anywhere," she growled, her expression set. "You're not going anywhere until we agree."

You winced as she pulled it against your wrists tightly, “I warned you, didn’t I?”, she said working on the knots, “But you didn’t listen”, she sneered

You glared at her, resentment bubbling inside you. "Fuck you", you spat, tears pricking your eyes. Korra merely rolled her eyes, tightening the knot. "We'll work this out, (Y/N). But you need to cooperate."

Once she finished she grabbed you by your tied arm and threw you on the bed. She grabbed a blanket and threw it over you, “Sleep until you’ve realized why you’re being punished”. She slammed the door behind her and locked it.

Lying on the bed, rage and humiliation simmered within you. The blankets felt suffocating, reminding you of your helplessness. As your anger gradually subsided, exhaustion crept in. You closed your eyes, praying for sleep to wash over you, even if it was just a temporary reprieve.

A gentle click woke you from your ‘daydream’. Someone opened the door, “I’m sorry about her”, someone whispered. It was Bolin. “She’s just upset because you could’ve hurt yourself”, he said gently rubbing your arm where the rope wasn’t

You tensed at his touch, pulling away reflexively. "I don't want your apologies," you hissed, your voice raw with emotion. "You all kidnapped me. How can I trust anything you say?" Bolin winced, his expression regretful. "I understand your anger, but please, hear me out. Korra loves you. She doesn't know how to express it well, but she cares for you deeply."

You shake your head with tears brimming your eyes, “I want to go home”, you cry out

Bolin's heart sank at the sight of your tears. "I wish I could make it easier," he whispered, reaching out to cup your cheeks and wipe away the tears he hated seeing.

You quickly shook your head, “No, don’t touch me!” You shout out, trying to cover your face from him.

He gently turned your over so your head wasn’t facing his. He gently began to work on untying the knots. Once they were finished he began to slowly rub your wrists with you tensing a little each time he hit a sore spot.

Bolin froze, stopping his ministrations. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to help." He waited patiently for you to decide what to do next. Your emotions were palpable, and he didn't want to push you further away.

You gently turned around and hugged him. You were sobbing your eyes out, but….hugging him none the less.

Taken aback, Bolin wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "It's alright," he murmured, stroking your hair. "Let it out, (Y/N). I'm here." Your sobs echoed through the room, mixing with the sounds of his quiet reassurances. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the warmth of your embrace.

Sure enough you eventually fell asleep in a nap. He laid you down as he crawled out of bed and made his way to the living room, “You really freaked her out, Korra. You have to be more considerate”. She gently turned from where she was making out on the couch with Mako, “She’ll be fine”, she says rolling her eyes as Mako stopped what he’s doing.

Mako looked guilty, casting a glance at Bolin. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, sitting up. "I didn't mean for it to escalate like that." Korra huffed, crossing her arms. "We'll figure this out. For now, let's just give her some space." The three of them sat in awkward silence, each lost in thought.

Bolin was the first to speak up, “How do you think Lin and Asami are going to react?”

Korra furrowed her brows, considering the question. "They'll be shocked, definitely. But I trust they'll understand our intentions, even if they don't agree with our methods." Mako nodded, his expression thoughtful.

Bolin gasped and stood up as he began to jump around, “I-I’ve got an idea!”, he shouted in joy.

Korra and Mako exchanged curious glances, watching Bolin's excitement. "What is it?" Korra asked, her skepticism clear. "We'll try anything at this point," Mako added quietly.

“What if she meets Tenzin’s kids?! Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo!!!!”, he shouts, “She’ll probably be a lot more comfortable if kids are around her!”

Korra considered the idea, a hint of hope flickering in her eyes. "That could work. I'll call them and see if they can come over."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had woken up to someone pinching your cheeks. You groaned as you turned to see what looked like a nine year old peering at you with confused eyes, “I’d thought you’d have shorter hair”, she said judgmentally

You squinted at the young girl, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Uh, hi," you mumbled, disoriented. Her blunt observation caught you off guard, but you managed a weak smile. "Thanks? I guess."

She smiled back at you, “I’m Ikki and the one on top of you is my brother, Meelo”, you suddenly noticed the small boy on top of you picking his nose. You screamed as you jumped out of the covers and landed on the floor with a clunk

"Oh, sorry!" Meelo apologized, blushing profusely. Ikki giggled, covering her mouth. "He doesn't mean any harm. He's just a little... enthusiastic sometimes." You couldn't help but feel amused by their innocence, despite your initial discomfort.

Ikki glanced at Meelo, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Um, well, we're here because our dad thought it would be good for you to spend time with us. He said you might need some company." She fidgeted, her eyes darting around nervously. "Do you... wanna play, maybe?"

You blinked, processing the information. "Your dad... you mean Tenzin?" You couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. If someone was here they could help you! “I need you to get me your dad!”

Ikki's eyes widened at your urgency. "Okay, okay," she said, hopping off the bed. "I'll go find him right now. Meelo, stay here with (Y/N), okay?" She gave her brother a stern look, then disappeared out the door.

Ill arrived back in about a minutes. Who you assumed was Tenzin followed closely behind her, his expression serious yet sort of kind. "(Y/N)," he greeted, his tone measured. "I trust Ikki and Meelo told you why you're here. We wanted to offer you a safe place to stay while you sort out your life." He paused, his gaze searching your face. "I know this might be hard, but I hope you'll give us a chance to help you."

”Y-You have to help me! T-There going to kill me soon!”, you held his collar in place as you shouted in his face.

Tenzin's eyes widened at your revelation, his face paling before contorting back to a straight face, “They are doing what’s best for you”.

“N-No you don’t understand!”, you said with jittering hands and a shaky voice. You gripped his collar and pulled him close to your face, “T-They kidnapped me! The avatar! Bolin! Mako! You have to help me!”, you pleaded. Why want he listening to what you were saying?!

“Y-Your one of them….”, you said pulling back from him, “D-Do your kids know this?”

His lips curved into a sad smile. "Yes, they do," he admitted, his voice low. "I've explained the situation to them. They may not fully understand the gravity of it all, but they're willing to help you feel more comfortable while you're here." He glanced at the door, where Meelo was still hovering. "In fact, he's been dying to show you something." Tenzin gestured towards the door. "Shall we?"

“Why can’t you listen to me?! I’ve been kidnapped! You have to help me!”

Tenzin held up his hands, stepping back to avoid any further confrontation. "I'm not trying to dismiss your concerns, (Y/N)," he said calmly. "But my priority is the safety and well-being of my family. I'll do everything I can to help you, but you'll have to trust me." His gaze was steady, unyielding. "Will you allow my children to show you around the house? Maybe it'll help you feel more at ease?"

“No!”, you screamed pushing him, “You have to help me!”, you cried out again.

Tenzin flinched at your vehemence, but he didn't back down. "I understand your frustration," he said softly, his voice firm. "But you're safe here. Please, just give us a chance to help you." He held out a hand, a silent invitation to trust him. "My children won't bite, I promise."

“I don’t need to look around this stupid fucking house! I need to get out of here!”

Tenzin stood over you, his expression stony. "I've done everything I can to help you, but I won't tolerate any more outbursts." He held out a hand once more, this time with a sternness etched in his features. "You have to prove that you're willing to cooperate. Otherwise, you'll remain here until you can control your emotions better." Your defiance met with his resolve, leaving you feeling trapped and helpless.

You shoved his hand away from you as you made an attempt to bolt for the door. Tenzin quickly grabbed you and threw you backwards making you land on the floor with a loud thump. It suddenly dawned on you that they of course wouldn’t bring someone willing to help you in the house. “It appears they havent quite straightened you out yet. Don’t worry, the time will soon come”, he smiled at you.

He sighed as he walked to the door beckoning for his children to follow. “Don’t think that they wont be notified of the tantrum you just threw”, he said walking out the door, locking it behind him.

Alone in the room, you leaned against the wall, your chest heaving with each ragged breath. Defeated, you stared at the locked door, feeling more isolated and alone than ever. You knew you couldn't stay cooped up in this house forever, but for now, you were at the mercy of the people who claimed to care for you. A bitter taste settled in your mouth as you accepted your current reality. It seemed like you were destined to be a prisoner, even if it was in a plush cell.

A door opened, with a tense Korra waking in, “Tenzin told me what happened”.

Korra's expression was somber as she approached you, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sympathy. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "I never meant for this to happen. I just..." She trailed off, looking down, unable to meet your gaze. "I love you, (Y/N). And I'll do whatever it takes to make this right." She reached out, hesitantly touching your arm, her fingers gentle against your skin. "Can we talk? Please?"

"I know it's not easy," you shot back, your own anger surfacing. "But I don't want to be here, locked up like an animal! I just want to go home!" Your heart raced with adrenaline, the intensity of the moment fueling your defiance. "And I don't want your pity or your apologies. All I want is to leave!"

“Mako wants you to be punished. But I think that maybe if you have a little more time with us we can-“, you cut her off before she could finish, “I don’t want to be here! I want to go home!”. She furrowed her eyebrows before she snapped at you, “You think its easy to have to put up with your constant rebelling?!”

“This isn’t always about what you want!”. You suddenly realized that anger was slowly taking over her as she began shouting at you more

"Then what is this about?!”, your anger matched hers, “This isn't fair! You can't just kidnap me and think everything will be okay!" You paced the room, frustration coursing through you. "I don't belong here. I want to go home!" Tears streamed down your face, your voice breaking with emotion. "Please, just let me go!"

Korra's grip on your arm tightened, her features set in determination. "Fine," she snarled, her voice icy. "If that's what it takes." She dragged you down the hall, her steps purposeful. The severity of her expression told you that she meant business, and you couldn't help but tremble in fear and anger. You struggled against her grip, but her strength was unmatched. Your protests were silenced by the fear of what awaited you, and all you could do was brace for impact.

Korra led you to a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. The walls were bare, save for a single wooden bench in the center. Your heart pounded in your chest as she released your arm, stepping back. Her expression was grim, her eyes boring into yours. "This is your punishment," she stated, her voice devoid of compassion. She grabbed a bucket of freezing cold water and threw it on you. Your clothes dripped with water as you began shaking. She lit a small fire with her hands, “Come here”, she demanded.

You glared at her with soaking wet clothing. You refused to move.

“I thought that if we introduced you to more people you would be fine but you’re not! A punishment is what you really need!”, she shouted grabbing your arm and dragging you with her. You screamed as she dragged you along. You desperately tried to wiggle out of her grip but she was too strong.

You were able to loosen her grip and little and you fell backwards landing on the cold, wooden hard floor. That was definitely going to leave a bruise later.

Korra watched you crawl backward, her expression hardening. "You choose this path," she said, her voice cold. She stepped closer, the fire casting eerie shadows on her face. "But I promise you, this won't be the end." With a swift motion, she tossed the fire at you. The flames grazed your arm. You screamed as you desperately tried to air it out. She grabbed your arm and heated her arm making it burn onto yours. You screamed as you tried to move around

As the fire engulfed your arm, pain like nothing you'd ever experienced coursed through your body. Your screams echoed through the room, your mind consumed by agony. The fire burned deep into your flesh, searing your skin and muscle alike. Your arm became a charred, twisted mess, the scent of burnt flesh permeating the air. Your world narrowed to just the pain, each passing second stretching into an eternity. You were left broken, both physically and emotionally, your defiance extinguished by the merciless cruelty of the Avatar. The punishment was meant to humble you, to force your submission, and it succeeded beyond Korra's wildest dreams. You lay on the floor, your body trembling not only from the cold, but from the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume you. It was defiantly going to leave a scar.

You curled up into a ball, your body shaking not only from the cold but from the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume you. Your arm throbbed with pain, the searing agony of the fire still fresh in your mind. Every breath was a struggle, your chest tightening with each inhale. The darkness of the room seemed to close in around you, the solitude amplifying your misery. In that moment, you felt completely and utterly alone, abandoned by the very people you thought cared for you.

Korra soon left after seeing your pain. And than, after what seemed like years, the door slowly opened once again

The door creaked open, the faintest hint of light spilling into the room. Bolin stepped cautiously inside, his eyes widening at the sight of you curled up on the floor. "Oh, (Y/N)," he breathed, his voice filled with sorrow. He approached you slowly, as if afraid of startling you. "I'm so sorry. I never thought..." He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. His gaze lingered on your burnt arm, his expression grim. "I'll get you patched up," he promised, his voice firm. He extended a hand, hesitantly, unsure of how you'd react. "Can you... come with me?"

“It hurts”, you whimpered.

Bolin's heart ached at the sound of your pain. "I know," he whispered, his voice soft. "I'll be as gentle as I can. Just... trust me?" He waited, his hand still extended. You hesitated, your eyes filling with uncertainty. But finally, with a small nod, you placed your hand on your uninjured arm in his, allowing him to help you up. Every movement was agonizing, your body screaming in protest. But you bore the pain, your resolve strengthened by your determination to relive the pain. With Bolin's support, you took slow, halting steps towards the bathroom.

He carefully scooped your legs up as he walked out of the room. You slowly closed your eyes as you leaned into him. You more or so leaned into his warmth than him himself. “You’ve gotta stay awake for me love”, he whispered nudging his face against yours

With each step, Bolin's warmth seeped into your frozen form, providing some semblance of comfort in the midst of your pain. His whispers caressed your ear, a gentle lullaby to soothe your tormented soul. Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze meeting his concerned ones. "I'll try," you whispered back, your voice hoarse from your screams. The vulnerability of your words hung in the air, a testament to the trust you were placing in him. He soon enough reached the bathroom.

Bolin gently lowered you into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping your battered body. He tested the temperature, adjusting it until it was just right. "I'm going to be as gentle as I can," he promised, his voice soothing. "Just relax, okay? Let the water help take away some of the pain." He started to lather soap in his hands, ready to tend to your wounds. His movements were deliberate, his focus unwavering. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a balm to your troubled spirit. "I won't let you go through this alone." With tender care, he began to clean the burns, his touch feather-light. Each stroke was a testament to his dedication to helping you heal, both physically and emotionally. Time stretched on, each moment a delicate dance of pain and solace.

“Can I take anything? Just….. no pills or needles”.

Bolin stopped, his hands hovering over the medicinal ointment. "Of course," he replied, his expression soft. "I'll use natural remedies. I promise." He set the ointment aside, instead reaching for a bag he had brought with him. From it, he retrieved a handful of herbs, their fragrant aroma filling the air. "These will help with the pain and inflammation," he explained, crushing the herbs between his palms. He scattered the powder into the water, the vibrant colors swirling and dissolved.

“Why did you let her do it?”, you whispered with tears filling your eyes.

Bolin's gaze softened as he met your eyes, his own shimmering with unshed tears. "I didn't want it to go this far," he admitted, his voice low. "But I believed that she truly cared for you, that she had your best interest at heart. I thought giving her the benefit of the doubt was the right thing to do." His fingers gently brushed a stray tear from your cheek, his touch tender. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I never wanted this to happen. I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make things right." He held your hand, his grip firm yet comforting. "We'll get through this together, okay? I won't let you down."

“Can we go to bed?”, you mumbled. His heart warmed when you said “we”. He smiled back and nodded gently rapping you in a towel.

Bolin carried you gently to the bedroom, his heart swelling with hope at your words. He laid you down on the bed, covering you with a soft blanket. "Sleep, (Y/N)," he whispered, his voice full of warmth. "I'll be right here, watching over you." His gaze never left your face until you both drifted off into sleep together. The night stretched on, the two of you cocooned in the quiet of the room. In that moment, nestled in the comfort of Bolin's presence, you found a fleeting respite from the storm that raged within you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes fluttered opening, the warmth of someones hands soothing your stomach aching from the burns. You gazed up at the person, confusion clouding your features. "Mako?" you murmured, your voice hoarse. His eyes met yours, a mix of sadness and determination in their depths. "I'm here," he said softly, his voice gentle as his hands continued to massage your belly. "I wanted to see for myself how you were doing." You searched his face, looking for any sign of the anger and resentment you knew he harbored. But what you saw was concern, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. That didn’t mean you forgave him though.

Where’s Bolin?”, you questioned pulling away from his hands and getting out of bed.

Mako hesitated for a moment before answering. "He went to fetch some supplies. He thought it might help with your recovery." His gaze lingered on your bandaged arm, his expression grave. "I hope you know we have a lot to discuss, (Y/N)”.

“Yeah we do”, you muttered not making eye contact with him.

Mako watched you turn away, his heart heavy with the tension between you. "(Y/N)," he called softly, his voice laced with regret. "I understand that things have been difficult, but we need to talk. I want to make things right between us." He hesitated, his gaze searching your face. "I know I haven't been there for you, but I promise I'm trying to change that." Your silence was deafening, the weight of your pain and distrust heavier than he'd ever imagined. "Please," he implored, his voice barely above a whisper. "Give me a chance to make this right."

Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice breaking with emotion as you spoke. "You're the reason she burned me," you whispered, your words laden with hurt and betrayal. Mako's face paled at your words, his expression morphing from concern to anguish. "(Y/N), I never meant for any of this to happen," he pled, his voice raw. "I know I haven't been there for you, but I swear on my life I'm here now. Please, don't push me away." He reached out, tentatively touching your shoulder, his grip gentle. "I'll do anything to make this right. Anything." The weight of his words hung in the air, a plea for forgiveness and understanding. But in that moment, all you could do was cry, the depth of your pain too great to be contained.

You shook your head as tears started to form in your eyes “Your the reason she burned me”.

"Let me go home," your voice tremulous. "Please, Mako. I just want to go back to my life." Mako's expression softened, his eyes filling with remorse. "You know I can’t do that”.

“Of course you can’t! You’re all too over your own heads to understand that all of this is wrong!”

"(Y/N)," Mako said, his voice low, "I know what happened was terrible. I wish I could take it back, but I can't. But I swear to you, I'll do everything I can to make sure it never happens again." He reached out, his hand lingering just above your uninjured arm. "Please, trust me. I'm here for you." His eyes pleaded with you, the sincerity of his words resonating in the heavy silence. "You're important to us. More than you know." The weight of his words hung in the air, his commitment to making things right weighing heavily between you.

“I have and that ended with me being burned to the point of scars!”

Before either one of you could say anything more Korra bursted through the door. “This clearly isn’t working!”, she shouted.

"Guess the secrets out”, Mako retorted crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"Your sick”, you sneered

“You didn’t seriously think we were in the wrong here, did you?”, Mako said standing up and walking next to Korra with a smirk. They shared the same grin, “You brought this upon yourself when you defied Tenzin”.

"Where is Bolin?!”, you heaved.

Korra shrugged, her grin never wavering. "He's out getting more supplies. He's been a bit... distracted since you woke up." Mako let out a snort, his expression mocking. "Yeah, Bolin's been dying to get his hands on some more herbal remedies. He's been trying to make up for his failure to stop me from burning you." His tone dripped with sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back soon. With more 'natural remedies' to help with your recovery." He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "After all, we wouldn't want you to suffer too much." Korra chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Yeah, poor Bolin. He's been taking it pretty hard. But don't worry, he'll get over it." Her gaze turned cold, her voice turning menacing. "Now, are you going to continue being a problem, or are you going to behave?"

They both glanced at each other with a grin, “If you want to keep up with that attitude I could do worse things than burn you”, Korra said.

You averted their gazes, “I’ll stop”. You’d find a way to leave but fighting against them would make them even more suspicious of you.

"Good," Korra said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I'm glad we understand each other." She turned to Mako, and they shared a look of triumph. "Let's get her cleaned up and back to her room. We don't want any more... incidents." Mako nodded, and together they turned to you, their expressions cold and unforgiving. "Come on, (Y/N). Let's get you taken care of.”

You flinches back from their reach, “I-I’ll do it myself!”, you replied quickly

Korra raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Oh, brave one. Very well, you can take care of yourself. But don't expect any help from us if you need it." Mako snorted, his expression mocking. "Yeah, because you've done so well on your own so far." The two of them turned to leave, Korra casting a glance back at you over her shoulder. "Remember, (Y/N), you're on your own now. Enjoy your independence." With that, they walked out of the room, leaving you alone once again. You were left to ponder the implications of their words, the weight of your isolation settling around you like a shroud.

You sat on the floor for a few moments. The tears slowly flooded out onto your cheeks. You could feel the salty flavor as you tasted it on your tongue, but you didn’t dare make a noise out of fear of them coming back in here to see you crying.

You sat there for a while, the silence deafening. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, your emotions a tangled web of pain and despair. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of hopelessness, with no lifeline to grab onto. Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat a reminder of the life you once knew, now lost forever. You stared blankly at the wall, your eyes dry and empty, your soul numb. The silence was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated you. You longed for someone to speak, to comfort you, to tell you that everything would be okay. But you knew that was a futile hope. You were truly alone, abandoned by the people who were supposed to care for you. And as the minutes ticked by, you felt your heart growing colder, harder, more resigned to your fate. You were a prisoner, and you knew it. And the only way to survive was to become as unfeeling as the walls that surrounded you.

You crawled towards the bed and clung onto the bars to help pull yourself up. You wobbled your way to bathroom as you sat down on the toilet seat, sulking silently.

You soon enough turned on the bath water and you sank into the warm water, letting out a soft sigh as your body relaxed. The bath felt soothing, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth seep into your muscles. Your mind wandered back to the events that had led you to this moment, and you felt a pang of sadness. You missed the life you once knew, the freedom to make your own choices, to live your own life. Even if you couldn’t remember much about your life you were positive you atleast had freedom. But those days were behind you now, and you had to find a way to move forward. You took a deep breath, letting the water envelop you, and slowly began to wash away the dirt and grime of the past few days. As you rinsed off, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, and you knew that you would make it through this. You would find a way to survive, to thrive, in this new reality. And with that thought, you climbed out of the tub, dried off, and wrapped yourself in a warm towel.

You put on some new clothing and climbed into bed. Despite it being mid afternoon you just wanted to sleep and forget about this stupid little world.

You curled up in bed, wrapping the blankets around you like a cocoon. The softness of the mattress enveloped you, and you let out a contented sigh. You felt your eyes growing heavy, and you knew that sleep was calling. You didn't want to think about the world outside your bedroom, with its pain and its struggles. You just wanted to escape, to retreat into a world of dreams where everything was peaceful and easy. You closed your eyes, and let the darkness take you, carrying you away to a place where you could forget, even if it was only for a little while.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up to someone shaking you, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!”, someone said shaking you. You turned your head to see Ikki. She was smiling as she rambled on about a family dinner.

You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing your face to try and wake yourself up. Ikki's energetic chatter was like a ray of sunshine, piercing through the darkness that had enveloped you. You slowly sat up, trying to shake off the remnants of your sleep. "Ikki?" you mumbled, your voice still hoarse. "What's going on?" Ikki's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at you with concern. "You've been sleeping for a really long time," she said, her voice softening. "We were starting to get worried about you. But don't worry, we're here for you. We're having a family dinner, and we want you to join us." She reached out and took your hand, her grip warm and comforting. "Please, (Y/N). Come with us. It'll be fun, I promise." You looked at her and realized you had no say in whether you would accompany them or not. You nodded slowly, and Ikki's face lit up with joy. "Really? You'll come?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

You nodded once again as you stood to let her guide you.

Ikki beamed at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took your hand and led you out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the dining room. The table was set with plates, utensils, and a delicious-looking spread of food. Tenzin, Korra, and Bolin were already seated, their faces turned towards you with warm smiles. Ikki pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down.

You knew it was childish, but you didn’t want to sit near Korra or Mako or Tenzin. You opted to sit next to Ikki and Meelo.

Ikki looked at you with understanding, and she nodded slightly. Being near Ikki and Meelo felt safe, and you knew you could rely on them to be kind and supportive even if they were just kids. Ikki squeezed your hand, and Meelo grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Despite being eight, she really knew how to comfort you. “(Y/N)”, Tenzin cleared his throat.

You turned to face Tenzin, feeling a sense of wariness. You didn't know what to expect from him, but you were prepared for anything. His expression was serious, and he looked at you with a mix of concern and determination. He place his hand on the shoulder of your uninjured arm as he spoke, “(Y/N), we've been talking about what happened, and we want to make things right," he said. "We know we haven't been the best role models, and for that, we're truly sorry. We want to work on rebuilding our relationship with you, and we're willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen." He paused, his eyes locking onto yours. "But we need you to be willing to work with us. Can you do that?"

You tensed at the feeling of his hand on your arm, but you didn’t dare move it away. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. If I cooperate I manage to screw up somehow and if I dont cooperate you punish me”.

Tenzin's expression darkened, and he removed his hand from your arm. "That's not fair, (Y/N)," he said, his voice stern. "We're trying to make things right, and you're just going to assume the worst?" He looked around the table, and the others nodded in agreement. "We know we've made mistakes, but we're trying to learn from them. And we need your help to do that." He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto yours. "If you don't cooperate, then yes, there may be consequences. But if you do cooperate, we promise to work with you to find a solution that works for everyone." He paused, his expression softening. "Please, (Y/N). Give us a chance to prove ourselves”.

You ignored Korra's reprimand, your anger and frustration boiling over. "Fair?!" you yelled, your voice echoing off the walls. "How can you even say that? You've taken everything from me! My freedom, my choices, my life! And you call this fair?" You slammed your fists on the table again, wincing as your bad arm throbbed in pain. "You're not my parents! You're not even my friends! You're just a bunch of people who think they can control me because they're stronger than me!" You glared at them, your eyes blazing with fury. As your eyebrows slowly began contouring to the normal position the realization of what you had said set in. You had spoken out of turn.

“(Y/N)!”, Korra scolded

You felt a chill run down your spine as you met Mako's harsh gaze. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul, filled with a depth of anger and resentment that made you want to shrink away. Korra's clenched fists and gritted teeth told you that she was barely containing her own fury. You knew that you had pushed them too far, and that you were taking a huge risk by speaking out against them. But you couldn't help it. The anger and frustration had built up inside you, and it had finally boiled over. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the consequences of your actions. You knew that they would punish you, but you also hoped that somehow, someway, your words would make a difference. Even if it was just a small one. You looked around the table, seeing the varied reactions of the others. Bolin's nervousness, Tenzin's disappointment, Meelo's obliviousness, Ikki's blankness, Jinora's surprise, and Mako and Korra's anger.

You looked at Bolin who looked like a nervous reck chewing his nails. Tenzin’s surprised face quickly turned into a scrunched one. Meelo was still quickly eating his food while Ikki stared at you with a blank face. Jinora glanced up from her book in surprise. Mako and Korra were the ones to really scare you. Mako was glaring at you with harsh brown eyes while Korra clutched her fists grinding her teeth

The silence was oppressive, the weight of your transgression hanging heavy in the air. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, their gazes piercing and unforgiving. You refused to look up, afraid of what you might see in their faces. The only sound was the soft clinking of cutlery against plates, and the occasional muffled sigh from someone. It was as if the very atmosphere in the room had chilled, the semi warmth and camaraderie that had once filled it now replaced with a cold, hard silence. You knew that you had crossed a line, and that the consequences would be severe.

You sighed taking a seat and staring down at the wooden table again while trying to maintain your breathing into a regulating pattern. No words were exchanged for a bit.

“Is someone going to say something or are we just going to sit in silence like one big happy ‘family’?”, you questioned sarcastically.

Tenzin's voice was firm and authoritative as he spoke up. "(Y/N), we're not going to engage in a shouting match or a fight. We're a family, and families work together, even when things are difficult." He paused, his expression serious. "But we also need to address the issues that are causing tension. And right now, that's your behavior. It's unacceptable, and it's not going to be tolerated." He looked around the table, his eyes meeting those of the others. "We're going to work together to find a solution, but it's going to require effort and cooperation from everyone involved." He turned his attention back to you, his gaze stern. "So, let's start by acknowledging that your behavior was unacceptable. Can you do that for us?”

“I’m not a child. I understand my feelings and their perfectly acceptable in a position like this”.

Tenzin's expression turned stern, his voice firm. "(Y/N), you may not be a child, but you're still our responsibility. And as such, we have a duty to ensure your well-being and safety. Your feelings are valid, but they're not always acceptable. Especially when they put you or others at risk." He paused, his eyes meeting yours. "We understand that you're scared and upset. But we're here to help you through this. We're not going to abandon you, no matter what." He looked around the table, his gaze meeting those of the others. "We're a family, and we stick together. Even when it's hard." He turned his attention back to you, his voice softer. "So, let's work together to find a way to make you feel safe and supported. Can you do that for us?"

Jinora chimed in before anyone else could accept or deny that thought, “Maybe a walk could help accumulate some proper oxygen. The tension is quite tense and I think we all need some fresh air”, she said standing up.

“That is a very good idea, Jinora”, Tenzin smiled. You all walked to the door when you felt someone place something over you. You turned to see Bolin placing a jacket over your shoulders, “Can’t have you freezing to death”, he awkwardly smiled. You gave him another smile as you walked on the far side of the group that way you only were walking next to him.

Bolin's awkward smile made you feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him earlier. You appreciated his gesture, and his willingness to help keep you warm. You walked alongside him, the others chatting and laughing as they went. The fresh air was invigorating, and you felt your tension begin to ease. Bolin glanced over at you, a curious expression on his face. "So, what do you think about taking a break from all this drama and just hanging out for a bit?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "We could play some games, watch a movie, or even go on a adventure. Just the two of us, if you want." He looked at you with a sincere smile, his eyes shining with excitement. "I promise, no arguing or fighting. Just some good old-fashioned fun." You considered his offer for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. On one hand, it might be nice to take a break from the drama and just enjoy some company. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you could truly trust Bolin, or if this was just a ploy to get you to let your guard down. But then again, maybe it was worth taking a chance. Maybe, just maybe, Bolin.

You gently took his hand into yours, “Where would we go?”

He smiled broadly at your gesture, his cheeks flushing a light pink. "Well, we could try Ba Sing Se and try out some different foods." He looked at you, his eyes shining with hope. "Either way, it'll be an adventure, and I promise to protect you along the way." You squeezed his hand gently, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through your chest. "All right," you agreed with a small smile. "Let's go on an adventure. Just you and me." Bolin's smile widened, and he let out a happy chuckle. "Sounds like a plan. Let's talk to the others about setting it up.”

“Do the others really have to be involved in deciding whether or not we should go? Shouldn’t it be just us?”

Bolin's smile faltered slightly, and he looked at you with concern. "Well, they're part of the family too, (Y/N). We'll need to make sure they're okay with it, and maybe they'd like to come along," he explained. "But we can definitely make it a special trip just for you and me. We'll make sure to spend plenty of time alone, just us two." He offered you a reassuring smile, and you nodded, understanding his reasoning. "Alright," you agreed, feeling a sense of compromise. "Let's talk to them and figure out the details." Bolin let out a relieved breath, his smile returning. "Great. Now, let's get back to the others before they start to wonder where we've gone." He linked his arm with yours, leading you back towards the others.

Bolin's arm around yours felt comforting, and you found yourself drifting off into a peaceful state of mind. The walk back to the others was uneventful, punctuated by Bolin's cheerful voice as he shared his excitement about the upcoming adventure. Once you caught up with the group, the walk continued, and everyone seemed to be in slightly better spirits. At least until the topic of a vacation came up.

Bolin's enthusiasm for the adventure seemed to catch on with the rest of the group initially. Tenzin, Korra, Mako, Ikki, and Meelo all listened attentively as he described the possibilities. However, when the topic of just the two of you going on the trip came up, their expressions grew concerned. "It's not a good idea to split up the group," Korra said firmly. "What if something happens to you out there?" Her tone was sharp, and it was clear that she wasn't convinced. Tenzin nodded in agreement. "She's right. It's important for us to stick together. We'll plan an adventure for the whole family." Mako and Ikki chimed in, echoing Korra and Tenzin's concerns. Meelo just looked confused, his brow furrowed. Bolin looked dejected, his earlier excitement fading away. He turned to you, his face a picture of regret. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). Maybe another time," he said softly, squeezing your hand before letting it go. You tried to hide your disappointment, but you could feel a knot forming in your stomach.

You let out a sigh as you slumped onto the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt a wave of frustration wash over you. Part of you understood the others' concerns, but another part couldn't help but feel resentful. It seemed like every time you tried to do something, it was shot down. You felt a pang of sadness, realizing that your hopes for a little alone time with Bolin had been dashed.

Bolin gently squeezed your thigh and looked at you with a sad smile, “I think (Y/N)’s tired”, Bolin cuts everyone off, “I’ll take her to bed”, he says standing up and guiding you away.

"Thanks, Bolin," you whispered, allowing him to guide you away from the group. The tension of the day began to dissipate as you walked towards your room, the weight of the day's events starting to feel a little lighter. You leaned on Bolin slightly, grateful for his support both physically and emotionally. "I appreciate this, Bolin. It's nice to have someone look out for me," you said, your voice soft. He smiled at you, his expression warm and genuine. "Of course, (Y/N). We're all looking out for you. Don't forget that." You returned his smile, feeling a sense of hope as you entered your room. Tonight, you would rest. And tomorrow, you would figure out your next steps.

As you two laid down in bed you whispered to him, “You wanna know what the worst part about being here is?”

Bolin hesitated for a moment before lying down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow to face you. "What's that, Olivia?" he asked softly, his expression curious and attentive. You looked into his eyes, seeing a kindness there that made you feel a little more at ease. "I miss the old friends I used to hang out with. I miss my mom and my siblings”

Bolin's heart ached as you shared your feelings. He reached out to gently brush a stray hair off your forehead, his touch gentle and caring. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). Losing the people you love and those connections must be really hard," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "But maybe, here, you'll find new connections and friendships. And who knows, maybe one day, you'll be able to reunite with your family." He smiled reassuringly at you, hoping to bring some comfort to your heart. "I'll do my best to make sure you feel welcome and part of this family." You looked into his eyes, seeing sincerity and understanding.

You suddenly bursted out crying and clutching onto the blankets as you placed your face in your knees. “Y-You don’t understand”, you sobbed, “You’ve been the only kind one to me since I’ve gotten here. W-When you left me with Korra and Mako they burned me. When they did that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to see my family or my friends or you again , I thought you were going to come and see me dead, rotting in a cell. I’ve only felt like that once and I swore I’d never feel it again, but Korra, she-she brought back memories. That’s why I can’t stand to be near her”, you sobbed even harder.

Bolin's heart wrenched at the sound of your sobs and the revelation of your past trauma. He pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you tightly to offer comfort and support. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I had no idea. I promise I'll do everything I can to help you through this," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I won't let anything happen to you. I'll protect you, just like I promised." He held you close, rubbing your back gently in an attempt to soothe your distress. "You're not alone, (Y/N). We're here for you, no matter what."

“But it’s only been you. I’ve seen the looks they give me. They don’t care if I live or die. If you leave me again they could kill me this time”, you sobbed burying your head into chest as your hands tightened on the back of his shirt.

“I won’t ever leave you again. I promise”, he stuck out his pinky and you hooked it with yours.

You let out a laugh cry, “You’re too good for me, Bolin”.

Bolin's heart ached at your words. "No, (Y/N). I'm not. I'm not too good for you. We all have our own struggles, and we're here to help each other through them. Together, we'll make it through this. Trust me." He gently cupped your face in his hands, his expression gentle and soothing. "You're worth it, (Y/N). You have value, and you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. I'll make sure of it." He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before pulling away, his arms still wrapped around you. "Now, try to rest. We'll figure out a way to make things better for you, starting tomorrow." You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you snuggled against him, finally feeling some semblance of peace. Bolin, in turn, closed his eyes, his arm tight around your waist as he held you close, a shield against the world's harshness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You had soon woken up again to the shake to someone shaking your arm and rambling about something. It had to be Ikki.

You groggily opened your eyes to see Ikki standing over you, her face a mix of excitement and urgency. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! You and Bolin and Korra and Mako are going to Asami��s mansion and you’re gonna live there forever and ever and ever!”

“What?”, you mumbled rubbing your eyes. Tenzin suddenly barged into your room, “Ikki!” Noticing you were awake, he brushed his hands on his outfit, calming himself, “You weren’t suppose to say anything Ikki”, he quickly turned his attention to you, “You are going to stay at Korra’s friends house for a while. There was an….incident last night and it isn’t safe for you here. The bag next to you is for packing what you wish to move with you”, he declared stepping out of the room motioning for Ikki to follow him.

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. It was true that you were uneasy around Korra and Mako, but an incident? You hoped it wasn't something you'd caused. Regardless, a change in environment could be a good thing. You slid out of bed, groggily making your way to the bag Tenzin had indicated. As you began to pack your belongings, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. A new place, new people, and a chance to start anew. You glanced at the door, wondering if Korra would come to explain what had happened, but for now, you focused on gathering your things, eager to see where this unexpected turn would lead.

Once you finished packing, you stepped out of your room to find everyone else already gathered outside, their bags by their sides. Their expressions were a mix of concern and determination. You approached the group, feeling a bit out of place. Korra caught your eye and walked over to you, her steps purposeful. "Amon attacked the arena underneath us last night. It’s completely wrecked. We’re going to be staying at a friend of ours place for a while” Korra said gathering your bags

Mako grabbed a hoodie and placed it on you covering your head with the top of it. “Stay undercover. Don’t look up or say anything until I tell you to”

Mako's voice was firm, and you nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. You pulled the hood up, the fabric obscuring your vision and providing an aura of anonymity. You followed the others, feeling a sense of unease, but grateful for the protection they were offering. The streets were devoid of life, the silence heavy in the air. The darkness of the night, coupled with the aftermath of the attack, created an eerie atmosphere.

As you all made your way through the city, you couldn't help but wonder about the state of the world. Amon's influence seemed to grow stronger. The name sounded so familiar yet you didn’t have any recollection of knowing anything about him.

You two slowly made way to a car. It was enough to fit you, Mako, Bolin, and Korra. It also had tainted windows. So much for trying to signal someone out the window. Tenzin, Ikki, and Meelo all waved goodbye to you through the window as the car began moving to its destination.

The car's engine roared to life, and it began to move, leaving the others behind. You watched them in the rearview mirror, their small figures waving until they vanished from your sight. The ride to the house was filled with silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional shuffle from the group.

As the car pulled into the driveway of Asami's mansion, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation. The grand entrance, the sprawling property, and the opulence of the estate were a stark contrast to the cramped, rough living conditions you had grown accustomed to. You stepped out of the car, following the others as they made their way to the front door, your mind abuzz with questions and uncertainty.

A butler appeared to open the door and he lead you all inside. Sitting on the couch was a girl around your age with black hair and green eyes. She smiled brightly and went up to kiss Mako’s cheek. She noticed you staring at her and she flashed you a smile, “I’m Asami. I’ve heard a lot about you, (Y/N). I look forward to meeting you”, she said shaking your hand.

You pulled your hand away and gave her a disgusted look. “She’s just a little shy”, Korra butted in with a nervous laugh and smile

Asami seemed odd. You couldn’t quite put it into words but you had a bad feeling about her.

Korra's attempt at covering up your discomfort with an explanation fell flat. You crossed your arms defensively, your expression guarded. The tension in the room was palpable, the dissonance between Asami's friendly demeanor and your obvious disdain for her hanging thick in the air. You remained silent, unwilling to further engage with the girl.

Asami sighed and placed her head on Mako’s chest. “Poor girl must have been through a lot. She’s becoming mistrusting of her own family”, she said emotionally and clutching onto Mako’s shirt as she let out a few cries

Asami's actions, her words, and her clinging to Mako, felt like a slap in your face. Your discomfort grew, your chest tightening. You gritted your teeth, unable to suppress your irritation. Mako looked you even more irritated, “Look what you did, (Y/N)! You made Asami cry!”

You frowned at his words. It wasn’t your fault she cried

You glared at Mako, your face a picture of outrage. "It's not my fault she's emotionally clingy to you, Mako. You need to set boundaries," you snapped, unable to keep the anger from your words. "I didn't do anything to her." Bolin stepped in, his expression concerned, "Let's try to keep the peace, okay? We're all in a new situation here, and we need to work together." Korra nodded in agreement, sensing the tension in the room. "He's right, (Y/N). Let's give each other a chance to get to know one another." You huffed feeling a sense of frustration.

Asami suddenly stopped crying and brought back that sudden smile again and clapped her hands together, “I’ll show you to your rooms”, she said motioning for you to follow.

You followed Asami, your steps lead by the girl you had already taken an aversion to. You kept your distance, your arms still crossed, and your gaze fixed ahead. You were determined to remain cautious and vigilant around her.

Everyone was following behind you. Asami suddenly turned to Mako, “Why don’t I and (Y/N) have some tea together. Maybe we can bond that way”, she said with a smile adorning her face.

Asami's sudden offer to bond over tea caught you off guard. You glanced at her, then at Mako, raising an eyebrow. Mako quickly agreed before anyone could say anything, “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Asami. I, Bolin, and Korra will go for a while you guys talk he said guiding the others a different direction.

You turned to face Asami, your expression incredulous. "I don't know about this," you muttered under your breath. "We barely know each other." Asami smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, (Y/N). Sometimes talking over a cup of tea can help remove barriers and allow us to get to know each other better." You hesitated, but Asami was already leading you to a cozy-looking sitting room, filled with plush chairs and cushions. You followed her, begrudgingly accepting the situation. As the door closed behind you, you continue to stand as Asami sat.

“Go on, sit. I don’t bite, I promise”, she said smiling. A new butler came up to her, “I’d like some Jazmine tea”.

You eyed Asami for a moment, then reluctantly made your way to a chair. You perched on the edge, your body language indicating your wariness. As the butler left to fetch the tea, the room fell silent once more. You could feel Asami's gaze on you, and you met her eyes, your own expression challenging. The air around you felt thick with unspoken words, the tension palpable. “What tea would you like, (Y/N)?”

“I’ve never had tea before”

Asami's eyebrows rose in surprise, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Well, then. You're in for a treat. Let's try something light, like chamomile. It's calming and soothing," she suggested. You nodded, your expression still guarded. "Okay." The butler returned with a tray, setting it between the two of you, the porcelain cups steaming gently. Asami poured the tea for both of you, offering you the cup. You took it gingerly, the warmth enveloping your hand. You eyed the tea for a bit before hesitantly taking a sip, “So tell me a little bit about yourself, (Y/N)”.

“What do you want to know?”

Asami's eyes met yours, her tone earnest. "Anything that you'd like to share. Your past, your family, your interests. I want to know the person I'll be sharing a home with."

You sighed, “I don’t want to share anything with you. I want you to help me get out of here”

Asami's smile faltered slightly at your response, but she maintained her composure. "I see. Well, perhaps as we get to know each other, you'll feel more comfortable sharing. As for helping you leave, I'm not sure what I can do. This is my home, and I'm afraid I can't have guests coming and going as they please. I can, however, ensure your safety and make sure you're treated fairly." You stared into your tea, your hands wrapped around the warm cup, contemplating her words. Of course she was one of them. She wasn’t going to help you, only belittle you.

You slowly turned your head away from your reflection in the tea and closed your eyes, “How can you not see what their doing is wrong?”

Asami's expression was somber, her voice softening. "It's complicated. The world is in a state of chaos. The Equalists are a dangerous force, and Amon's powers are beyond anything we've seen before. We're trying to protect people, to restore order and justice." She paused, considering her words. "I understand that you might not agree, but it's not that simple. And for now, we're your best defense against Amon and the Equalists." You looked at her, your gaze unwavering. "You're so willing to blindly follow them. Aren't you afraid of what they'll do to others? You're just as guilty as them." Asami sighed, her eyes sad. "I know it's hard for you to understand, but we're doing what we believe is right. We all have our burdens, (Y/N). I just wish that you'd give us a chance to show you that things can work out."

You huffed, “Shouldn’t I get a choice?”

Asami's eyes met yours, her expression earnest. "Of course, you should. And I hope that as we continue to talk and get to know each other, you'll feel more comfortable and secure in your choices. I want you to be happy, (Y/N)." The silence stretched between you once more, the teacups clinking softly against the saucers. You stared back at her, your face a mask of disbelief and disdain. The conversation seemed to have reached an impasse, both of you unwilling to concede your respective positions. With a sigh, you set the cup down. "I'm done talking to you," you said, rising from your seat. Asami nodded, her expression understanding, "Very well. We'll talk again another time, (Y/N)." You turned on your heel, leaving Asami alone. To your surprise she didn’t follow you.

You stood out in the hallway alone. Alone. Alone! There was no one around! You could get out! You began sprinting down the stairs attempting to not make any noise

The silence of the mansion enveloped you, each step echoing ominously in the emptiness. Your mind raced, the freedom within your grasp. The front door was your goal, the way to escape. The cool air of the night enveloped you as you burst through the door, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. You stood there, your heart pounding, the city stretching out before you. A sense of exhilaration and panic battled within you. You were free, but now what? The fear of the unknown washed over you, your eyes darting around, scanning for familiar faces. You needed to speak to someone before the avatar and her friends found you!

You began sprinting as fast as you could. The hoodie you were still wearing did nothing to protect the harsh snow that fell on you and the freezing air nipping at you. You began sprinting towards lights. The lights quickly shaped into a car. You started screaming and waving your hands getting the attention of anyone inside.

The car screeched to a halt as you approached, the door swinging open. "Are you okay?”, the voice called out. You started running even more to the car, “You-You have to help me! I was kidnapped! Please, take me to the Chief of Police”.

As you reached the car, the person inside frowned at your desperate plea. "Kidnapped? Alright, get in. We'll get you to safety and the Chief of Police, I promise," they said, helping you into the car. Once you were seated, the car took off, speeding through the night. You clutched the edge of the seat, your mind racing with the turn of events.

Once you arrived at the tallest building you’d ever seen you stepped out of the car. You thanked the woman whom had driven you and made your way inside to the front desk. “Excuse me”, you said to the lady at the front desk, “I need to speak with an officer or-or something”. The woman was clearly shocked by your situation. You were shaking with frizzy hair and bags under yours eyes. “I’ll call The Chief of Police”, the woman said.

The front desk officer seemed alarmed by your appearance, the disheveled state of your hair and the bags under your eyes a stark contrast to the calm and orderly environment. You stood there, your hands shaking, waiting for the Chief. The tension was palpable, the silence suffocating as you waited for the outcome of your actions. The fact that you had to seek help from the police, after all this time, a testament to the desperation that had fueled your escape. The doors to the Chief's office opened, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out, her gaze fixed on you. You braced yourself, your heart pounding, as she approached, the air around you taut with the weight of the situation. "Miss, I'm Chief Beifong. Please, come inside and tell me what's happened." You followed her, hope and fear intermingling within you.

You sat down at a table with her. She stayed quiet for a few moments. “Can I get you some tea?

You shook your head, determined to get to the point. "No, thank you. I need your help. I was kidnapped by the Avatar”.

She chuckled before standing, “I’ll grab you some tea”, she said standing and completely ignoring your previous response. Of course she wouldn’t believe you. It was an absurd accusation. A few seconds later she returned with a hot tea in her hands. She placed it on the table in front of you waiting for you to drink it. “Go ahead. Try it”, she encouraged. You stared at her with confusion “Did you hear nothing I said? I was kidnapped! I need hel-“

The Chief cut you off, her voice firm and unyielding. "You need to calm down before we can proceed. Drink the tea." You hesitated before taking a sip, the warmth soothing your throat. The Chief waited patiently.

“I’m calm n….”, you trailed off as your eyes became blurry. You began to wobble as you tried to stand up. She quickly went to you and caught you before you could fall. “Tenzin’s not going to like much”, she muttered before you were able to say anything else.

You were vaguely aware of the Chief's words, your mind starting to feel heavy as you slumped into her arms. The tea, you realized, must have been drugged. Your eyes closed, and you felt yourself being carried, the world around you growing hazy. You slipped into unconsciousness, leaving the fate of your situation in the hands of the Chief.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had soon woken up to a feeling of covers on top of you. You groaned as you realized what had happened. You suddenly jolted upwards and began moving towards the door. You opened it quickly to see Korra arguing with Asami. Mako, Tenzin, Bolin, Cheif Beifong, Ikki, Meelo, and Jinora all sitting there. They suddenly whipped their heads around to face you.

Korra suddenly noticed your presence. “What the hell were you thinking?!”, you screamed marching over to you and sticking her finger in your face. “Korra, please calm yourself”, Tenzin pleaded with the young avatar, but she didn’t listen.

You flinched at Korra's sudden outburst, her anger palpable as she approached you. "You can’t kidnap me and expect me not to try and leave!”

“That isn’t the point! Something could have happened to you! If you hadn’t gone to Lin we could have lost you! And you!”, she shouted pointing in Asami’s face, “How could you have let this happen! You didn’t even attempt to follow her!”

Asami flinched under Korra's accusation, her expression guilty. "I didn't think she'd actually run away." Korra scoffed, her anger still raging. "Well, you were wrong, weren't you? Next time, think about the consequences before you act!" She turned back to you, her expression becoming more angry, “Your coming with me!”, she demanded harshly grabbing your arm. She threw you into a tight closet space. “After dinner, you’re going to get the beating of a life time!”. She closed the door in your face leaving you there all alone. It than occurred to you. This wasn’t your fault. And you needed to go to someone. Someone who was against the avatar. A villain so bad that Korra would never think you would associate yourself with them. Amon.

Written: Friday, May 17, 2024

Authors Note - Hi everyone! I was debating doing a story for DC but ultimately decided not to. I just finished the avatar series so now I’m on legend of Korra. I’m working on a draft for ATLA and DC. And I wanted to not have to make a part two for this but I feel cruel leaving you guys on a cliff hanger so I’ll probably make a part two next time we hit 200 questions. Today is actually my birthday! I couldn’t thank you guys enough for all the love and support I’ve received.

[captainhunnicutt]

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I genuinely didn't expect anyone to ask, and because it's you I will. I won't give all of my thoughts, because quite frankly - no one wants to read that. I'll just elaborate on the one that's been bouncing around in my skull recently.

For reference, the ask stems from this post.

I think one of the most devastating parts of this scene (and there's a lot of devastation in this scene alone), is that BJ chooses to escape to the OR. Think about that for a second, please. Just... okay.

Throughout the entire series, whenever there is an announcement of wounded in the compound, report to OR etc. - if BJ is in the scene, there is always some sarcastic remark or quip about it. He isn't afraid to display his absolute disdain for what he is about to do. I can't imagine the OR is BJ's favorite place in the entirety of the camp - and so for him to actively choose going to the OR instead of listening to Hawkeye a minute longer... is not only devastating, it's really telling about where his thoughts are and what he's internally struggling with.

This isn't the first time BJ has had to face, head on, the idea that he may never see Hawkeye again. "Comrades in Arms," "Where There's a Will There's a War," for example. He tore himself up worrying about Hawkeye. He chased Potter around like a rabid dog wanting answers. He snapped at everyone until seeing Hawkeye's sutures for himself. There were fleeting and very taxing moments where he thought Hawkeye was gone, but he never was.

This scene is different. This is BJ actually starting to realize that he may never see Hawkeye again. That there may actually be validity to what Hawkeye is saying, and that's an entirely different beast than wondering (and everyone around you is trying to convince you to not assume the worst), if your best friend is dead or alive. In some ways, it's almost worst. He knows that the second Hawkeye and him separate, Hawk isn't dead. He will be alive, on another coast, and living life as best as he can. There's no closure. It just is.

And I think in BJ's mind, saying "goodbye" out loud is a period on an entire story that he doesn't want to end. A period means death. A period means it's over.

So when Hawkeye throws out the infamous "what would you do if I was dying," bit - I think that's when the lack of control over the situation finally hits him. He can't stop what's going to happen. Everyone is going to go home, and it's what they have all always wanted. It's not that he wants to stay in Korea, he doesn't. But there's no way to control the situation so they go home and him and Hawkeye can still be in one another's presence. There's no negotiating. There's no demonstration of skills to convince someone or something otherwise. He has zero control.

So instead of listening to Hawkeye another minute, or even sitting there and tuning him out - BJ chooses to go to the OR. The one place he never wanted to be in the first place. He never wanted to get drafted. He never wanted to get sent to Korea. He never wanted to be sent to a MASH unit. He never wanted to operate on kids pumped up with shrapnel. But in the OR... he has some control. He can use his skills and change outcomes. He can fix the broken. He can calm the scared. He can control the situation (or at least pretend to), and that's ultimately what BJ needs at the end of his time in Korea. Some sort of control of his own life. He's been a "prisoner of war," for too long.

To actively go to a place he never wanted to be, instead of listening to Hawkeye, to me, means he isn't ready to admit how terrifying it is to think that Hawkeye might actually be right. He's not ready to admit that level of defeat. So he runs to the only place in the entire g'damn war where he has some say over things.

The OR.

[rosebudbl00d]

ur post about aiden was so good. u have fundamentally changed how I view him and now I'm even more obsessed with him. pls can u talk more about him? in any way?

oh god, how do i go on about him without restating everything ive already said 😭😭😭

and yet at the same thing i feel like there's a MILLION things i could touch on!!

The way the fandom perceives him, his ships, his cut dialogue, the way he's drawn, the ridiculous discourse. He's been my comfort character for so long it almost feels like i'm talking about an old friend lmao

i think to start i should probably specify that these are 100% my own opinion; yes they are forged in my interpretation of canon content, so that means that some of this post will seem really tight-knit to canon, while other portions will seen outrageously out-of-character. And that is ok! I try to base my head-canons and perception of characters off of their personalities and such, but I can't help but be a little silly sometimes.

Probably first on my docket is his weird obsession with Lukas and Jesse...Yes i call it obsession, though I wouldn't call it far to suspect that Aiden is dependent on Lukas, he's so grotesquely attached. Even from the first time we meet him, Aiden's immediately searching for Lukas' validation.

"Lukas! Get a load of these losers!"

Why? Maya and Gill have already stirred enough insults that surely he's heard by now. Is it just the potential of being addressed? Of being heard? It's only to be brushed off.

Lukas calls the shots. That is told to us very early on. Whether that's because he's actually respected or Maya and Gill are forced to fall into place because Aiden will listen to him- who truly knows (probably the first one).

Later on he antagonizes Jesse again, and once again, only really deterred by Lukas. He's trying to lighten the mood, ease the tension. All the while Aiden seethes behind him. The hatred is so clear. Once again like I said before he's in this constant fight for attention against Jesse. First it's just with Lukas, then its with the world.

You could even say him breaking the lava was for attention. He smashed a STONE BLOCK. WITH HIS BARE HAND. This is past school bully levels of torment now, he's so desperate to make sure Jesse stays below him that he's willing to break his hand in order to destroy Jesse's build. And you know.

he doesn't even start to realize how bad of an idea it was until lukas comes up from behind him.

Of course, depending on whether or not you make Olivia and Axel stay to save the build, Jesse's gang either wins or loses. Of course the interaction you get from Lukas afterward is different, but god.

"It's not cool you had to deal with Aiden being an idiot."

You just know he was lingering behind a stall, overhearing a conversation he wasn't meant to. Later on we meet him again and somehow he seems even more pissy.

"How's your stupid pig" it's not out of genuinely. Lukas probably made him ask. He goes on and on, he won, why is he so mad?

Of course this eventually bounces off into the birth of the Wither Storm.

Aiden was in the conference room when it happened. When was the last time he saw Lukas? All he knows now is that there's some devilish creature tearing the earth apart and EATING people. Maybe for once he's worried about someone other than himself, but of course he's terrified. Hell he's the first one out of there.

He manages to group up with Lukas again, only to lose him. We know that post EP4 he managed to evade the Wither Storm because he can show up to help distract it in the ending battle, so it further begs the thought.

He and Maya and Gill were out there alone. Without their leader- helpless. They probably presumed him dead, or worse. And in the wake of the rubble it's almost like Aiden has a change of heart—and then a miracle. Lukas is okay. Lukas is okay and he needs their help. He needs Aiden's help. Oh sweet recognization.

He does their bidding for what? To have his spotlight be stolen by Jesse. And just when he thought he got Lukas back, once again. He's been taken from Aiden. First by the Wither Storm, now by Jesse.

Because Lukas is a hero now. And Aiden is just the guy who won the building competition.

The gap between EP4 and EP5 is unexplained but we can guess from the reactions of the townspeople to the state of Beacon Town that it's been at least a month or two- maybe more.

But in that time Aiden's been lingering, meditating on his thoughts. He tries in some way to confront Lukas probably, to try and regain what they'd lost. But no, no there's no going back. So the Ocelots are no more, and the Blazerods rise from the ashes. Aiden is their leader now, and it's getting to his head. Lukas called the shots, Lukas was his shining star in a way- but now with Aiden as their lead, he has no one to look up to—a big fat fucking lie.

Aiden will ALWAYS need Lukas' validation. Even in his attempts to berate him there's almost a weird sense of falsivity to the statements. Insistence that "they ditched him", the Ocelots were "Lukas' gang" anyways. They're not connected to him anymore! (Gill even comments about the Ocelots being a cooler name. almost like a sign that breaking off from Lukas was Aiden's idea in the first place. A strike back for leaving him.)

"The minute the Order decided you were cool he wouldn't stop sniffing around you like a tame dog."

He is SO jealous. It's a statement that's embedded in cruelty but at it's core, he speaking to a mirror. Was he not following around at Lukas' side for the whole of EP1? Searching for him? Hoping? If anything Aiden is the tame dog here, Lukas is the one holding the leash.

I won't recite everything I said in the last post (though I'm sure I've practically already done that), but once again he goes from heeling to Lukas to trying to murder the guy. Talk about a messy break-up.

Part of me wishes that his last fight was with Lukas rather than with Jesse (of course this would never happen obviously). We only get a snippet from he and Lukas' mini fist-fight in EP5, which ends horribly no matter what you decide to do. But there's such a strong hatred in the lines.

"I've got him Jesse!"

"Oh you've got me?"

It's angry. When did it turn from "The Ocelots," from "Lukas and Aiden," to : "I've got him." Betrayal. This is almost a final hit. A final straw that breaks the camels back about every thought Aiden has been thinking since Lukas left.

Lukas isn't his friend anymore.

Lukas is on Jesse's side now.

And Aiden will not have that. Not one bit.

How did he go from struggling to fight, to kicking Lukas off the edge? A sly advantage once The Founder falls? A clean cut punch that dazes Lukas enough to knock him off his feet? It doesn't matter anymore. Because as far as Aiden knows now—he's made his choice. His problems are gone. Lukas is gone.

I wonder a lot about what happened during the "before" of Sky City's end. Did they just go ham? Or did Aiden sit and think about what he'd done for a few minutes. What about Petra and Ivor? What goodness did he have in his heart to let them go? Maybe just the shock of coming to terms with the fact that he just killed his best friend. No. No Lukas isn't his best friend anymore. He just killed his enemy. The biggest pain in his side.

Anyways, most of this is probably just me recounting what I've already said. When it comes to his story it's pretty clean-cut and simple, it's just the interpretation. For me, it's a descent to madness. And honestly I relate LMAO

I think a real big eye-opener for me was codf1shbaby's Aiden's Memoir, which is. So. Fucking. Good. It's heavy as hell, but god damn is it well written. Really got me to thinking about his psychology on a deeper level, which is GOOD!! Aiden is one of those characters who gets read at face value (which is fine, I expect it. He has like a total of 40 lines in the whole of MCSM), which I think forces a narrative that there's nothing there worth looking for.

I implore you to read Aiden's Memoir if you like deep psychological stories, and if you like the writing PLEASE check out my friend Cosmo's stuff (shameless plug), he's extremely talented.

I also implore you to do your own searching! There are so many characters who are worth diving into!

It's 12:30 in the morning for me right about now, so I'm sure I'm going to wake up and face-palm about all the bullshit i wrote and everything i forgot !! But I will continue to go into Aiden more. Probably more into fandom interpretation and such next!

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Most holiest of holies, the first pick Aeon threw in the beginning of the Ritual (three or four songs in). It bounced right off my palm but my friend found it and gave it to me. I blew him so many kisses and he caught them and blew some back. Swoon.

Does anyone else who caught one have the urge to just. Hold the pick in their mouth. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never felt this way before. I have to eat it but I can't. Maybe....maybe just a lick?

Everything I can remember about last night under the cut. (No pictures, head too empty) I could not be any happier with my experience and it was worth everything for the memories alone. I can not stress how much this community means to me. You are all wonderful people.

Enough sentimentality! Ghoul shenanigans ahoy!

-Cirrus, respectfully, is caked up so much more in person. God damn. As a feminist I don't want to objectify women. However, as an average horny Ghost fan,

-Rain staring at Aeon doing the flamingo leg and Aeon missing it completely :( (This gave me a fic idea...)

-Rain "ptueying' his balaclava out multiple times. Stop wearing it so tight.

-Rain staring off into space touching his lips like he was just kissed. This actually made me go insane. He could have also been covering his mouth in an extremely delicate gasp but there was no reason to just keep. Tracing over his bottom lip like that.

-I blew him kisses as well and he blew some back, but in a slow way like he was copying me without knowing what it meant? Creature 🩵. (Also nearly got a pick from him but it didn't work out. Next time!)

-Rain cutting off Dew's solo whine bit and Dew listening??? Without throwing a fit??? Just standing there with his arms up while Rain presumably bitches about the noise hurting his head.

-Dew visibly smacking his lips together after papa insulted him, slow head turn in Papa's direction doing a "pahpahpah" under his balaclava. May have mouthed wow. I don't think he was saying Papa, it was too slow and I've done the exact same gesture a few times when someone says something dumb to me but I don't have the words to explain it!!!

- Aurora is JUST as horny as the boys and I need more cameras on her please. I beg. Cumulus was my first love but Aurora is a menace and I adore her.

-THE LIGHTS HITTING JUST RIGHT SO I COULD SEE AEON'S EYES THROUGH HIS MASK??? UNNERVING???? HE WINKED??? Nut. (Cannot emphasize it enough how fucked up it was to see his eyes. I could not stop staring, everything else didn't exist, it was love at first sight except really really weird.) (My hand is going to file a restraining order but can you blame me.)

-Swiss was vile. Arched his back real good when he laid down and kept rubbing the tip of his shaker. Tickling it, polishing it, whatever you want to call it. He full on groped himself at one point and did a nice slow couple pumps right at crotch level. When he collapsed on his stage, the people around me thought he was hurt. I knew better. I. KNEW. BETTER. Whore.

-Catching Mountain's drumstick (USED, SLIGHTLY SWEATY) but looking down and realizing the little girl (14) next to me had caught the bottom half with her dad. It was her first Ritual and I couldn't be so cruel. Aeon's pic was more than enough. (Besides, her dad looked like he could snap me in half.) (👀)

-Dew flashing the YouSuck sticker at us so we made blowjob motions. He turned around and skedaddled so fast I don't know if he actually saw it but the timing was hilarious.

-made heart hands and "raise the roof" motions for Cirrus which she copied. ALMOST caught a paper airplane setlist from her but it went right over my fingertips. She made heart hands and patted her chest like she was sorry. (Next time!!)

-Both Papa and Dew checking on a little boy (~8 if I had to guess) at barricade, making little "You good? You okay? Yeah? Having fun? Thumbs up?" Gestures at him.

Dew having a little sitty-sit off the end of the left..podium? Swinging his legs and throwing mummy dust. The spotlight was right in my eyes so I nearly went blind staring at him. (Worth it.)

-Papa Ciriceing in our general direction and scolding us for too many kisses being blown

-befriending someone with a dead phone and no way to contact her ride outside the venue. I ran to my car to grab my portable charger and we passed time yelling about Swiss. She made it back safe as well 🩵

-Everytime Aeon so much as twitched in my direction.

[vigilvntes]

89 WITH ADRIAN OMG IT'S SO HIM

Adrian Chase + "hey, babe, look what I found!" - "GET THAT OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!"

summary: Adrian interrupts your nap with a very unwelcome surprise.

word count: 1.9k

my brain working on serious wips: yh no

my brain working on dumb shit like this: hell yeah

(honestly i have no idea what this)

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A loud crash coming from your kitchen woke you from your nap with a start. "What the fuck..." You mumbled under your breath, sitting up quickly and pulling open the drawer beside your bed, hand fumbling in desperate search of the gun you kept in there, just in case.

It was just your luck that you'd get burgled when your boyfriend was out. Not that you needed him, he had taught you how to take care of yourself, and you were sure you could handle this alone.

So, with the gun firmly in your hand, you stood up and tiptoed over to your bedroom door. You could hear glass smashing from the kitchen, and you figured that whoever decided to break in probably wasn't very good at the whole crime thing. Or maybe it was their first time. However, when you pressed your ear against the door for a closer listen, you swore you heard... paws, on your kitchen tiles. Accompanied by curses and pleas for whatever the hell it was to 'be quiet' and 'stop jumping on there'. Unfortunately, you were sure that you recognised that voice.

Your 'intruder' was either pretending to be an animal, had brought an animal, or it wasn't an intruder at all and it was actually your dumbass boyfriend. You kinda hoped someone had actually broken in. Maybe they'd brought a dog, maybe you'd be able to pet it.

You pushed your bedroom door open slowly, peeking into the hallway through the crack before deciding that it was safe to advance, leaving the door open behind you, just in case. The hallway was empty, so you decided that it was safe to advance. Holding the gun out in front of you, you confidently called out, "Who's there?"

There it was again, that all too familiar voice coming from the kitchen. "Fuck! They're here. Be good, okay? Please, be good. No! Fuck! Don't jump on the counter!" A pause, followed by a thud. "Fuck! Okay, I get it! You don't like to be touched! Fine! But you're gonna get yourself kicked out if you keep doing the opposite of what I say. I can't defend you when you're acting this way."

You dropped the gun down by your side and made a beeline for the kitchen. Just as you expected (and to your disappointment), there was no intruder. Instead, there was your boyfriend, Adrian.

He stood behind the island in your kitchen, eyes wide and hair dishevelled. He wore the Vigilante suit (minus the mask) which was currently covered in rips and tears, much like his face which was littered in cuts and scratches. In his hand he looked to be clutching... a leash?

Your kitchen was in a fucking state, too. Glass and pottery smashed on the tiles, muddy footprints and muddy paw prints all over. The refrigerator door was wide open, along with the cupboard doors, and you noticed random bits of food lying around. A block of cheese on the floor, a cookie on the counter, and a fuck ton of crumbs on... everything.

"Adrian, what the hell is going on here?" You asked slowly.

"Babe! Hey! Okay, don't freak out, but... look what I found." He walked out from behind the counter, tugging the leash gently. "Come on, man. Now you wanna act shy?" He tugged at the leash again, and you heard the tapping of nails on your tiles, until from behind the counter...

"There is a raccoon in my house." You stated, staring into its beady eyes, and the raccoon stared right back. You never expected to find yourself in a staring contest with a raccoon.

"Yeah, he's great, isn't he?" Adrian was practically bouncing on his feet in excitement, a big grin on his lips.

"There is a fucking raccoon in my house!" Your thoughts were racing, flitting between 'why the fuck is there a raccoon in my house?' and 'how the fuck did Adrian manage to get it on a leash?'

"...Yeah, you just said that. His name is Gary." He shrugged.

The raccoon walked towards you, and you found yourself backing away, "Get that thing out of my house! Now!" You yelled.

Adrian frowned, "Why? He's friendly!"

"Adrian, your face is covered in scratches, he's not friendly!" You squealed, running and jumping up on the couch when 'Gary' made a beeline for you, pulling Adrian along with him.

"Yeah, I wouldn't get on the couch, (Y/N). I think he likes it on there. As soon as I brought him in here he jumped right on the couch." Adrian warned, 'Gary' now sniffing around the living room carpet as he struggled to keep hold of the leash.

"You let him on the couch?"

"Well, I didn't let him. He just jumped on there by himself and I didn't have it in me to tell him no."

"Well, I have it in me to tell you to get that fucking thing—"

"Gary." He corrected. You shot him a deadly glare and he dropped his head immediately, "Sorry."

"Get Gary out of my house. Right. Now."

He sighed, "Fuck. Do you know how long it took me to catch him in the woods? A whole two hours. He was playing so hard to get, and I feel like he's gonna be really upset if I let him go now." He tried to reason, giving you the sad eyes and the little frown. Adrian was cute, and he knew that he could have you wrapped around his finger with just one look. Not this time, though.

"I don't care how long it took you to catch him! Please, just get him out! I'm begging you." The raccoon had already smashed up half of your kitchen, so you'd be damned if you let him stay any longer.

Adrian groaned, throwing his head back like a teenager, "It's so unfair! I'm never gonna have a cool pet like Peacemaker! How come you're okay with Peacemaker having Eagly, but I'm not allowed to have Gary? It honestly seems a little biased. I'm starting to think that you like Peacemaker more than you like me."

Your jaw almost hit the floor. If you liked Peacemaker more than you liked Adrian, you would have certainly kicked him out by now for bringing a wild animal into your home. You weren't interested in arguing about who you liked more, you had other points to make. "I'm not even gonna justify that last part with a response. What I will say is that Eagly is really well behaved in houses—"

"Yeah, and I was so close to getting Gary to behave just as well until you woke up and ruined everything." He raised his eyebrows at you and pressed his lips together in disappointment, as though it was obvious that you were the issue here, not the beady-eyed raccoon and the idiot that had it on a leash. "He already knows how to scratch when he wants your food, and he's really good at finding stuff in bins."

"He's a wild animal, Adrian! You literally caught him and put him on a leash! You can't train him and he doesn't want to be trained!" You argued.

"Eagly was a wild animal before Peacemaker trained him!"

You scoffed, "No, he wasn't. I —..." You stopped yourself, taking a deep breath, knowing that there would be no end to the argument if you continued trying to prove your point. "Adrian Chase. I won't ask you again. Will you please remove the raccoon from my home?" You asked, your voice eerily calm.

Judging by the look on his face, he knew he had lost the battle. He frowned, sighing deeply, "Fine. But I'm gonna be sad for the rest of my life, and I'll probably never get over it. This was my one shot at having a really fucking cool pet sidekick."

He could be so dramatic. "Dude, we can get a dog, or something. Just... make that thing leave." You stepped down from the couch as Adrian made his way over to the door, pulling the raccoon along with him.

"I don't want a dog. Dogs aren't cool enough." He mumbled, pulling the door open. "Wait. Fuck. Can we get an iguana?"

"Whatever."

"Sweet." He grinned, tugging on the leash, pulling the raccoon out of your house and letting the door shut behind him, suddenly not so distraught at the idea of letting 'Gary' go.

You sighed in relief, dropping your head down and pressing your palms into your eyes, rubbing gently. After a moment, when you had calmed down, you tiptoed your way across the floor towards the kitchen, cringing as you attempted to avoid stray, smaller shards of glass. You reached up into an open cupboard and grabbed a glass (thankful that you had at least some crockery still in tact), pouring yourself a glass of water, leaning back against the counter. It took at least fifteen minutes for Adrian to return, sighing as he pushed open the door. You raised your eyebrows, "What took you so long?"

He shrugged, making his way over to you, boots crunching on the broken glass, "I was just saying goodbye. We had this really heartfelt moment where I looked him the eyes and I told him that I'm gonna miss him. He swiped at my face. Almost got me real good. But I think he understood what I was saying."

You rolled your eyes, "Sure he did."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're mad at me, right?" He asked, an air of caution to his voice.

"What gave it away?"

"You keep making that cute little frowny face." He inched closer to you, lifting a hand up to pinch at your cheek, the other squeezing at your hip gently.

You sighed, your shoulders relaxing under his touch, "I'm not angry with you. I just wonder what the fuck goes through your head sometimes." You flicked his forehead harshly.

He grimaced, yet nodded in agreement, letting out an airy, nervous laugh. "Yeah. I'm sorry. For the mess, and... the raccoon, in general."

You sighed, internally cursing his cute face and the fact that you couldn't ever seem to stay angry with him. "It's whatever. Just... don't bring anymore wild animals into my house." You squeezed his arm before gently pushing past him, cautiously making your way out of the kitchen, towards the hallway that lead back to your bedroom. "I'm going back to bed!" You called out.

Within seconds you heard heavy footsteps jogging down the hallway towards you and warm hands grabbing at your ass through your pyjama bottoms. "Don't mind if I do." He mumbled.

You stopped abruptly in front of your bedroom door, whipping your head around, "What do you think you're doing?" You questioned.

Adrian eyes flicked away from you for a moment, narrowing in confusion. "I'm... coming to bed with you?"

Scoffing, you shook your head, "I don't think so, pal. I want my kitchen spotless by the time I wake up." You didn't even give him time to reply, slipping through the door and closing it in his face.

"Aw, man." He whined quietly, pivoting on his heels and heading back to the kitchen, his boots scuffing against the floor. Adrian sighed to himself when he took a good look at the mess, bending down and swiping the block of cheese from the floor. He stared at it for a few seconds, before shrugging and pulling the wrapper back, taking a bite.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

[slytherindisaster]

Frankie's Shorts Series;

PART I: A Helping Hand

Can't believe she actually let me finally finish this one. I am excited for this little series even if it definitely won't have a clear publishing schedule as I mostly write Frankie to have a break from DWtD. Anyway I'm still hyped for it! (and a little stressed out too)

I dedicate this chapter and all that will come after it to @kc-needs-coffee & @farrradays because without you and your lovely girls there would be no Frankie and there would be no story ❤️

"If you smile through your fear and sorrow; smile and maybe tomorrow; you'll see the sun come shining through for you." — Nat King Cole, "Smile"

The first frat house party Frankie ever attended didn’t turn out to be anything like she imagined it. Even though the house was huge, it seemed that every corner of it was being occupied by someone. Of course, she knew no one had come here to enjoy their time alone, yet Frankie couldn't help but wish she could find some place she could hide in, away from the crowd, or at least wish she had some company to not stick out like a sore thumb. She probably shouldn't go alone to begin with but she convinced herself that maybe it was a good chance to finally meet someone other than her roommates.

Unfortunately, neither of them could accompany her to the party that evening, or at least that was what she assumed. Claudie, who Frankie also would share most of her classes with, while very nice, was constantly busy, despite the fact that classes hadn’t started yet and Cecily… Frankie wouldn’t dare to admit it, but she was too intimidated by the redhead to even come up with an idea of inviting her. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be very keen on going though.

After exploring the house some more and getting a refill of her drink, she managed to find a little couch to sit on. Without much enthusiasm, she looked around the room and decided that after finishing her drink she would head back home, when a tall figure shadowed over her. She flinched and looked up to see a boy looking at her with a very serious expression on his face.

"Sorry, did I steal your seat? I can move if you want to, I was already on my way, so-"

To her complete surprise, the boy’s features shifted and he smiled at her warmly. She was astonished by how kind he suddenly looked, compared to his previous look.

“No, no! I mean, you can go if you want to, of course, but I thought you looked a little sad, so I decided to come over to ask if everything was okay.”

“Oh.” Her eyes went even wider, “I’m fine... just kinda got a lot on my mind, you know?”

He made an acknowledging sound and nodded towards the free seat next to her, “May I?”

“Uh, sure.”

He sat with so much energy that she felt the whole couch bounce and extended his hand, “Gerard Pitts.”

“Frankie Peterson,” she smiled, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you Frankie. So, are you a freshman too?”

She nodded with a somber expression on her face. “Yeah, though I was hoping that I would at least get to attend some of my classes before everything went to hell.”

Gerard furrowed his brows, confused, and Frankie sighed. She did not come to this party to think about her situation, and she definitely wasn’t planning on spitting out her entire dumb life story to a complete stranger she met less than five minutes earlier, but there was something oddly comforting about Gerard Pitts that made her talk and she wouldn't stop sharing until she reached the present day.

“...and because my mother is a stuck up cow, who can't stand anything not going the way she wanted to, she cut me off, basically. I mean, technically, the first month of Uni is paid for, but the dorms are not and I did try to get a job, but I feel like I'm either unqualified to do anything or my mother sabotaged the whole thing," she concluded, "and I have barely any money left and no couch to crash on, because the only people i know here are my current roommates.

Pitts, who was nodding along while listening, furrowed his brows even more as her voice trailed off. When she finally finished, he looked her up and down and finally asked her a single question.

“Say, do you think you could mix a milkshake?”

“I… think so?”

“Then don’t pack your bags yet, Frankie. I think I might know a place that would be perfect for you.”

[elainevc]

please stay

fem!reader x levi

⚠️ Trigger Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of weight loss, low appetite, disease, illness, angst

Please take care of yourself if these things are triggering. Stories on the internet are not worth you risking your mental health <3

Levi watched as you scrubbed away at the window. He appreciated the times when you would stay longer to help him. You knew he was particular about his cleaning and felt the need to keep him company at least.

He liked that about you.

Your willingness to help those you cared about was admirable, especially coming from the stone cold captain.

Both of you felt the strange romantic tension, but you were comfortable the way things were, so why would you change it? He was mostly scared of your rejection if he confessed and decided to keep it to himself.

That was until you were sick one day.

Levi's not one to worry, and definitely not about someone he knows is strong. But you didn't join him for breakfast like usual and when he asked Hange, they said you were resting in your room.

She reassured him that you were just feeling a little under the weather and needed some time to relax and get better.

His anxiety was quenched, but only for a short amount of time because you didn't leave your room the next day, or the day after that. Before he realized, it had been weeks since you were bouncing around the halls, offering your assistance to anyone who needed it.

Even Erwin was starting to worry at your state.

Hange did their daily examination when they spoke carefully.

"Some of the cadets wanted to visit you today," her tone didn't have the normal chipperness that you'd grown so used to.

You were sat up on the edge of your bed in your bra and shorts. Hange looked at you and saw the bags under your eyes.

She glanced at your paling skin and chapped lips. Your hair was greasy and knotted and you were starting to smell a little ripe. She could tell you didn't give a damn about your appearance.

You strained a smile and replied, "they can if they want. I wouldn't mind some company, but I don't think they'd want to help me get from the bed and toilet every time I feel sick."

You laughed but there was no amusement behind it.

The days continued and these times were joined by Sasha who always brought a large tray of food--even though you always ate very little--or Connie and Jean doing your paperwork, at least what they can do, or Armin who always brings a book to read and a snuggly blanket.

These kids cared about you too much to let you spend your days alone.

Everyone visited you at some point with reassuring words and hugs. Everyone except Levi.

He was still trying to figure out what to say to you. He had no idea where the two of you stood but Hange encouraged him to speak to you one day after the examination.

They weren't the best at hiding their emotions and Levi could tell your condition was only getting worse.

The short captain entered the room to find you by yourself. The blankets were pulled up to your chin and sweat formed on your forehead.

You opened your eyes to find him standing there, and at first you thought it was a dream.

"Levi..."

"Hey brat," he said without the usual sass on the last word. He walked over and pulled the chair to your bedside. You moved to sit up so you could see his face better.

His cravat was slightly ruffled and uneven. Your hand moved on instinct to readjust it. The motion was slow and tedious. You knew how he liked his cravat and it was strange that he left his room with it in such a condition.

"Sorry, it was kind of tilted," you said as you leaned back. He eyes followed you with every movement. You rested your back to the headboard.

He grabbed your hand in his. You were surprised how warm his palms were wrapped around your cold hand. His eyes didn't meet yours as you watched him think silently.

"How are you feeling," he asked quietly.

"Eh, I still think I could kill more titans like this than you could."

He chuckled. The sound was like music to your ears. No, it was music to your ears. You could listen to that for years and never get tired of how easily it fell from his lips. You wished it was a happier sound, but it was genuine nonetheless.

"Yeah, I'm sure you could," he stated blandly, still avoiding your gaze.

You wanted to make him look at you. You wanted to get lost in his steel blue eyes once again. Every time you stayed after to help him clean, you loved seeing his eyes light up just a little at you. It wasn't something you could notice the first time, but it was something you looked forward to after the second.

"Levi, can you look at me please?"

Your voice cut through his heart. No, he didn't want to look at you.

He didn't want to see the life draining from your face and the same happy expression plastered over it. Even as you died silently in your bed you had a smile on.

It hurt him more than anything to see your cheeks cave into you, and your collar bones pushing onto your skin.

But you wanted to see him. You were asking for him to look at you, so he bit his tongue and did so.

Your smile immediately returned and your hand gripped his. He couldn't stop the tears from forming at his eyes. The first came down quick, then the second, then the third, and soon his face was drenched with his tears and the room was filled with his sobs.

You didn't know what to do. You'd never seen your fellow soldier break down like this and you were confused why it happened so suddenly.

"Um.. Levi? Are you o-okay?"

He put your hand to his chest. The salty tears didn't seem to be slowing down. You wanted to hug him but you were scared it wouldn't only make him cry harder.

His hands were grasping at yours. It felt like he was clinging to you for life. Dammit, what were you supposed to do?

You let him cry for a moment. He sniffled slightly and finally spoke him broken sobs.

"You can't- you can't leave me too," he choked out. "They're all gone and- and you're all that I have left. Please y/n... please just- just stay with me."

There was no hesitation when you grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. He didn't stop as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You felt the tears on your skin and soaking into your shirt.

You put your hand on his head and softly ran your fingers through his hair.

Despite your weak form your grip on the man was still strong. He wanted to be in your arms for the rest of his life. He wanted to feel your heartbeat and pulse because that meant you were alive. It meant you were with him.

He hated seeing you like this. It reminded him too much of his mother and how she died.

She left him too early, and he wasn't going to let you leave him too. He held you close, and at some point Levi lost track of how long he'd been like this. You were going to stay.

Walls, he needed you to stay. And you didn't want to leave him either.

[softguarnere]

Hey, Dove! I'll take a shot and request a ship, if it's okay hehe

So, I may seem hostile or annoyed at first sight but actually I'm not (just tired lol)

I'm smol but there's a lot of rage in me I can't express so i collect knives/ go to tirs/ punch walls/ lift weights so this keeps me from punching faces instead (and gives me wounded knuckles). I'm a bit of stubborn and it's often pisses people off. I'm a writer and I hope that one day it'll be my future and life's work. I'm protecting and more giving than receiving person. I'll kill, die, or do a war crime for someone I care about. My love languages are gifts and touch. I really like to comfort and praise my frens hehe

Tryna be stoic and non-showing my emotions and most of the time I am. Tho, deep inside I'm screaming wildly. When I need to vent I isolate myself for a while 'cause I don't wanna show my drama queen side

At first I'm cold and don't talk much, but when we're friend I won't shut up about my bullshut for hours

I love tough people with a heart of gold and people with whom I can evolve and educate together, talk for hours about something interesting or philosophical

or just sit in silence and gaze at the stars (or maybe telling some myths about them)

I hope it's not too much hehe, anyway thank you for your time ❤️

Hi love! Of course it's okay to request a ship :) (although this is my first time doing this kind of thing, so bare with me)

I ship you with . . .

George Luz!

It was honestly between him and Joe Toye, but I honestly kind of get Toye vibes from your personality, which is what makes me think that you and Luz would work so well together. You guys would be a dynamic duo, in my humble opinion

Because Luz is such an open book (most of the time), your personalities just work really well together because you keep each other in balance. You're there to remind him when things need to be more serious, and he's there to help other people get to know the real you better

Omg he would be so so supportive of your writing, are you kidding me? He just wants to see you succeed. You need space to finish writing a chapter? That's cool -- he'll have dinner or a hot mug of coffee/tea ready for when he sees you again. You want someone to bounce ideas off of? He's your guy. You want someone in the room with you, not to talk, but just so you don't have to be alone while you work? Well, he'll try his best to be quiet, but no promises

One of his love languages is also touch, so you guys are basically attached at the hip -- always brushing elbows, holding hands, or knocking your knees together under the table. It's very sweet. (Well, except for the time you thought you were playing footsie with him under the table in that bar, and it turned out to be Babe, but that's another story; you got a good laugh out of it, though)

I know I've said this headcanon before in other posts, but I 👏 stand 👏 by 👏 it👏: sometimes George gets a little too in his head, and you just gotta hold him. Since you're good at comforting people, he always knows to come to you when he's feeling down. (And honestly, the praise that you give him afterword is some sort of magic potion, because he bounces back FAST after that)

But at the same time, if you need to isolate yourself, he'll respect that. But he's also there to listen if you need to vent. And when you want to talk about the things that interest you? He could sit for hours listening to you talk, and just having conversations -- however deep, or even silly -- long into the night. And if you want to stay up late and gaze at the stars in the silence of the night? He's there. Maybe not so silently, and maybe not sitting so still, but he will be there for you

He just loves being around you, it's so sweet

Everyone changes after the war, but you guys evolve together. After everything that you see and go through, you still have each other's backs at the end of the day, because you can see through to each other's true selves

Thanks for tasking a risk with being my first request! I hope you enjoyed this 💕🕊️

[angellesword]

YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (13)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: discussion of injuries which i know nothing about, effects of drunk driving.

SERIES: CHAPTER 12 | CHAPTER 14

Jeon Jeongguk missed you.

He missed you so much he felt like he was going crazy.

He didn't realize that a big part of you was occupying his whole being to the point that when the two of you separated ways, he felt like everything he had meant nothing if you weren't in his life.

He had been dreaming of buying his own apartment ever since he was young, but now that he finally had a house that he could call his own, Jeongguk came to know that this wasn't what he wanted.

What he desired was not a house—he wanted a home and home was wherever you were.

The walls surrounding him weren't going to protect him. It actually hurt him. The deafening silence kept on bouncing that he felt like he was gonna lose his sense of hearing.

Jeongguk decided he hated silence.

He wanted his house to be filled with your laughter.

"Seriously, Guk. Why am I here?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak as Red continued to glare at him.

Ji-eun and her father couldn't visit today because Namjoon had work to do. This left Jeongguk with no choice but to invite his ex-girlfriend in his abode. He hated being alone since it reminded him of how fucked up he was.

He needed a distraction.

"So now you're giving me the silent treatment?" Red rolled her eyes. This was one of her ex lover's habits that she hated. Jeongguk was so bad when it came to communicating.

"You need to tell me the truth if this is about her." Red sighed and Jeongguk froze. The former hadn't mentioned your name, yet Jeongguk was already affected. He knew Red was referring to you.

"I like her a lot and as much as I enjoy doing you a favor, I can't do this forever."

"Msorry..." Jeongguk avoided Red's eyes as he bit his lower lip. His heart hurt a lot.

"No." She shook her head as if her ex's apology was pure bullshit. This was truly unacceptable. "This isn't just about you, Jeongguk. Did you know that the whole office is either questioning my sexuality or thinking I'm a kiss-ass?"

"What?" The confused boy flicked his gaze at Red.

She snorted and then rolled her eyes once more.

"People think I'm in love with your soulmate because I basically cook her three meals a day. I also remind her to drink water, take her vitamins, leave her sweet notes, and change the flowers in her vase just because you are too much of a pussy to do it on your own!"

Jeongguk averted Red's glare again. She was right. He was a fucking coward—too scared to do all these good things on his own.

He was the one who left you, but he felt like you didn't want to do anything with him anymore. Jeongguk had accepted his sad fate, but it didn't mean he would stop taking care of you.

The truth was he was the one who cooked the food you eat every day. He was the one writing you sweet notes, he was the one bombarding Red text messages to kindly remind you to do the simple things you usually forgot because of your busy schedule.

Jeongguk was doing all of this without your knowledge.

How could he tell you when he knew he was unnecessarily mean to you?

"I mean it's about right. I told you I'm gonna stay here for a few months. It's over now. I don't want to be your tenant anymore."

What he said to you six months ago was deeply engraved in his head. This lie was what kept him awake at night.

Jeongguk was lying. Yes. It was true that he didn't want to be your tenant, but it didn't mean that he didn't want to live with you anymore.

But he was so confused—so fucked up in the head that the only solution was to push you away.

He stood by his belief. You did not understand anything and you did not love him.

But Jeongguk was sure of one thing—or at least he thought so.

"I-I," his adam's apple bobbed up and down. He was nervous.  "I think I like her..."

The girl's scoff indicated that she didn't like what he just said.

"You think?" She crossed her arms, making Jeongguk flinch. Her reaction reminded him of the time he met Red at Seokjin's birthday party.

"Why did you follow me, Jeongguk?" Red looked like she had seen a ghost, but she still folded her arms over her chest to intimidate Jeongguk.

It was easy to frighten him. All she had to do was to raise her brow and cross her arms.

"Wow," your soulmate gritted his teeth. "You haven't seen me in so long and this is how you greet me?"

Jeongguk wasn't expecting to see Red at this party. He was here because he wanted to be your date. The thought of you bringing Hoseok to this party made him so angry.

"How do you expect me to react, Guk? I don't want you here!" She was panicking. Jeongguk called her a bitch the last time they had seen each other.

Right now, Red couldn't help but think that Jeongguk would cause ruckus again.

This couldn't happen. Not right now. Not when people were watching Seokjin, and definitely not when you were here.

Red went to the veranda to get some air. She couldn't face you, couldn't face Jeongguk, and couldn’t face Seokjin. The latter had no idea that Jeongguk was the ex she was talking about. They hadn't had the chance to talk about your soulmate because Seokjin was too caught up with the divorce trial.

"So that's it, huh?" Jeongguk clenched his fist. "You'll just decide you don't want me anymore just because you found your soulmate!?"

"Yes!" Red did not even hesitate. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was so scared. All she could think about was the fact that Jeongguk could destroy this evening.

"I found my soulmate and I'm okay now. You should be happy too, JK. You have met the person destined for you."

Jeongguk looked away. How could he be happy? He found you, but he liked Red.

Red knew what was running inside his mind, so she shook her head and looked at Jeongguk straight in the eyes.

"Do not hurt her, Jeon. She's a one of a kind girl. You can't find another person as sweet and smart as her."

'But you're sweet and smart too!' Jeongguk wanted to argue.

"She saved my life. I owe her everything I have. I wouldn't even be able to meet my soulmate if it wasn't for her." She sobbed.

"So don't. Please. Don't hurt her."

Jeongguk blinked back to reality upon realizing that he broke Red's request.

He hurt you. Bad.

"You have to be one hundred percent sure about what you feel for her, Jeongguk. She deserves better than this."

He remained quiet, still pondering on what he felt.

Six months passed, but he felt like it wasn't enough to ease his doubts.

"No." He blurted out. "I-I like her,"

Red's expression softened, but she wasn't convinced yet. Jeongguk was stammering as if he wasn't certain.

"Are you really sure? I know I'm always pressuring you, but I want you to be real." She said carefully.

Jeongguk's heart was hammering. It felt like it wanted to be free from the cold cage he built.

"I don't know!" He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Tears were actually threatening to fall down his cheeks.

Jeongguk hated feelings. Why were they so complicated?

"Okay, Gukkie. Calm down."

Gukkie. You called him this. Jeongguk had another realization. That nickname was only cute when it came out of your pretty mouth.

He wanted to kiss you.

"I think you're just guilty and confused right now," Red started.

He could only listen.

"Guilty because you are being held back by the amount of time we spent together. You drilled it in your head that I am the one for you. You ignored the fact that soulmates exist and now that you're experiencing how the soulmate bond works, you became confused."

Red could feel that Jeongguk was skeptical of his own feelings. He was probably thinking that it was impossible for him to fall in love with you with just a few months.

But you see, that was how the soulmate bond worked. It made the impossible possible.

"I know it's hard to suddenly believe into something especially when all your life, you ignored and denied the existence of it."

Jeongguk only pursed his lips into a thin line.

Red continued.

"You feel guilty for trying to unlearn what you believe is a myth, but it's okay, Jeongguk. It's okay to let me go. You aren't cheating. Your feelings simply changed. Don't let our memories together ruin what your heart truly wants."

Confusion was eating him alive again.

"H-How do you know all of this?" He asked softly, making Red chuckle.

"Why do you think it took me so long to tell you that I found my soulmate, huh?"

Jeongguk shook his head. He honestly had no idea.

"It’s because I also went through this, Guk. It took me months to finally admit the truth to you since I was so guilty. We have been together for almost a decade and I feel like it would be such a waste to just let you go, but the heart wants what it wants. It's so much easier to just let things go."

Jeongguk grimaced. He regretted being an ass to Red when they broke up. If he only knew that it was this hard to be in denial...

"But don't get me wrong, okay? Letting go doesn't mean that you have to completely erase your memories with people. I still treasure the moments we spent together and I love you, Jeongguk—not in a romantic way, but I will always love you."

He was his first love, his first friend. Jeongguk had always been there for her. She knew he truly loved her.

As Red talked about their memories together, Jeongguk then started to reminisce the moments he had with you.

It was weird.

Weird that your memories together were not even half as many as the moments he spent with Red, yet all that's on his mind was you.

This was what terrified Jeongguk. You barely spent time together, but what he felt for you was strong—too strong that it defeated his ten years with Red.

"I don't know what to do," Jeongguk choked out a sob. It's annoying because Red was laughing.

"You poor bunny. I wish I could tell you how I did it, but you have to figure this on your own." This was the last thing she said before leaving Jeongguk alone.

Alone with his treacherous thoughts.

He kept playing the conversation he had with Red, making him realize that his own thoughts was the one making this hard for him.

Red was wrong.

Jeongguk wasn't confused.

He knew exactly what he felt for you.

He was just too much of a coward to admit it.

He never learned.

The six months he spent away from you should have served as a lesson by now, but no. Here he was, still ignoring the ache in his chest.

Jeongguk regretted leaving you months ago. He had to admit that it wasn't instant though.

That's the thing about regret. It came into a beautiful form—a disguise telling him that this was what he wanted even though he knew deep down that it was not.

He hated himself because of this. There were many warning signs from other people. He had heard so many times that regret was a two-faced bitch. It felt good at first, making him feel like he was floating because he was finally free.

But then it would come back to haunt him—to drown him with what ifs and I should have—to suffocate him until he couldn't breathe anymore.

Jeongguk hated himself because of this. Why couldn't he be like others? He envied those people who could express their feelings in the right way. Those people who knew how to dodge regret.

He wasn't like them. He got overwhelmed too quickly—causing him to panic and do stupid things.

But really. What was his way of expressing himself? How could he ease the doubts in his head?

What kind of outlet would serve as his way to be able to express the heaviness in his chest?

Jeongguk could only think about one thing.

He went to his art room. There was too much space in this house, but his loneliness still couldn't fit.

Everything in this room was sad. The easel looked sad, the palette looked sad, his blank canvas looked sad.

It was sad that he couldn't find the will to paint anymore.

What was the use of seeing colors when he couldn't do what he loved? What was the used of seeing colors when he couldn't see the color in your eyes?

Jeongguk's lips trembled as he gripped the brush in his hand.

He really couldn't do it.

Maybe he should look at his previous works to get inspiration?

Yeah. That's probably the best thing to do...

Jeongguk brought out the box full of the things you had bought for him.

It had been half a year since he touched these materials. He couldn't bring himself to even look at this before. It reminded him so much of you.

Jeongguk let out a shaky breath.

The box was overloading with art. The months he spent with you caused him to produce these lovely sketches.

He smiled while looking at the pile of sticky notes on the floor. These were the ones he drew when he was overwhelmed with colors.

Sketching was much simpler. It calmed his raging emotions.

Jeongguk started to absentmindedly piece together the pictures in the sticky notes drawn by him.

"Holy shit," his eyes suddenly dilated upon realizing that these tiny sketches made up a larger picture of your eyes when they were put together—similar to a puzzle.

Jeongguk's blood was rushing. It was as if he was slapped by reality.

The larger picture was your eyes, the small ones that were drawn in each sticky notes were every tiny detail about you: your mouth, your neck, your fingers, and everything in between.

This was it.

This was his way of expressing feelings.

His lips lie, but his artworks tell.

Jeongguk understood now what Red was implying. She was right. No one could help him, not even the love you claimed you felt for him.

This was all on Jeongguk. He realized that he had to admit it himself that he loved you, that he wanted to be with you, and that he believed in soulmates because he wanted to and not because other people force him to do so.

Realization was the complete opposite of regret. The latter was slow, the former was instant. It would hit you when you least expected it.

Jeongguk was certain.

His doubts were cleared because he knew you could see colors now.

You should be able to see with flashing colors and light, so why weren't you?

"J-Jimin?" You whispered, uncertain, unstable, and unhappy.

You were surrounded by negative prefix that was making him feel sick.

When Jeongguk found out that he loved you, he imagined begging for forgiveness at your feet— telling you how much of an idiot he was and that he was willing to take whatever you could give—no, scratch that. You didn't have to give anything at all.

It was his time to show you how much you meant to him.

This was why Jeongguk texted you, asking you to meet him. When you didn't answer, he was forced to call you.

Unfamiliar voice welcomed him to bring the terrible news.

The person on the other line told him that you were in a hospital. Your car crashed because you were driving under the influence of alcohol.

Jeongguk didn't know what to do after knowing this information. He was out of his mind. It was a miracle that he was able to reach the hospital in one piece.

He remembered running like crazy, he was crossing the street even though cars were approaching. He ignored the profanities leaving their mouths.

He just didn't care about anything. He just needed to get to you.

He couldn't get to you—at least not now. The doctors were still treating you. Luckily they told Jeongguk everything. He didn't even need to show his I.D to prove that the two of were related. He only needed to tell them that he was your soulmate.

It's funny how he refused to believe in the idea of soulmate before, but right now, he was using it to beg other people to believe that you were destined to be together.

Jeongguk waited in vain, staring into the space and praying to God he didn't believe in.

Desperation always led people into doing things they never thought they'd ever do.

"You're Jimin, right?" You continued to ask, still unsure.

Jeongguk didn't know how to answer. You were acting strange. Couldn't you tell that it was him who was in front of you now? Was this one of effects of the accident?

"I'm sorry I keep asking," you bit the inside of your cheeks as tears filled your eyes.

Jeongguk was quick to wipe your tears away. His touch was gentle, but you still winced.

Everything about you hurt.

"I can't see you. I-I can't see anything. It's all black..."

Jeongguk's heart sank, his blood running cold.

What did you just say?

"I'm so scared, Jimin-ah. This is different from the colorless world." Your tears were flowing non-stop, similar to the painful sound that kept on hammering your soulmate's chest.

"I feel like I'm going crazy. There's nothing here, it's just darkness sucking me in."

You were quivering in agitation. You felt helpless. It was as though everyone was fully geared up and you're here, naked—just waiting to be taken advantage of.

Being blind made you more vulnerable. You just wished this wasn't forever. The doctors said that there were two probable reasons why you couldn't see.

The first one was because of the accident. They already treated your injuries, but they said you still needed an eye surgery. Apparently, you hit your head when your car crashed. They said you didn't need to worry since this was the most common type of treatment for people experiencing temporary blindness.

Temporary.

You hoped this was temporary. Your heart couldn't take it if the reason why you were blind was because of your tragic fate.

The doctors told you that your blindness might be because of the existence of soulmate. It had come to your learning that the medical world was now considering this myth as a reality.

If this was the case, you were really damned.

"I'm sorry..." Jeongguk blurted out. He couldn't stop crying after knowing what happened to you.

This was not how it was supposed to go. Why was the universe being so cruel to him? Was he wrong? Was breaking from the phase of denial not enough? Was he really your soulmate? But why...why did you turn blind after he finally accepted the love he felt for you? Was it not enough?

Was Jeongguk not enough? Did he hurt you to the point that nothing, not even his love, could bring you back to light?

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry!" Jeongguk wailed, he was aching to touch you, but he was scared to cause you pain.

He caused you pain.

He would always cause you pain.

This was evident when you felt a sharp pang in your chest upon recognizing his voice.

He wasn't Jimin.

You did not pour your heart to Park Jimin.

You told everything to the wrong person.

You made yourself vulnerable in front of Jeon Jeongguk. Again.

"J-Jeongguk?" Your voice was loaded with disappointment and sadness.

He sobbed even harder.

"I-It's me," his voice cracked. "I'm here."

It's me. I'm here. If you were the person you were before, you would probably be rejoicing now.

Jeon Jeongguk was here. You didn't know if he was here because of you or not. In the end, it didn't matter since:  "I'm glad," you said." I'm glad you're here."

You did not sound like you were glad. Not at all. Jeongguk couldn't be mistaken. Your voice was too monotonous to be considered happy. Your expression was impassive it made you look like you had no life.

But you were glad. You're sure of this because at least you didn't have to beg Jimin or any other people to ask Jeongguk to come see you.

He was here so you could already tell him what you had been meaning to.

"I'm sorry, Jeongguk," this was what you meant.

He did not understand.

Why were you saying sorry when he should be the one begging you to take him back?

"I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable so many times. I didn't mean to—"

"Don't say that," he cut you off, but you continued.

This time you were smiling.

"Allow me to," you gulped. "Allow me to so that I could understand why."

What were you saying now?

"I have to apologize and you have to tell me what I did wrong, Jeongguk. You have to tell me what I did to make you hate me this much."

You were crying. The pain was unbearable. It was making you think of the worst case scenario. It was making you imagine things that weren't true. It was making you feel like his hatred towards you was the reason why you couldn't see.

You were blaming him.

You had the right to.

He hurt you so much.

"What did I do to deserve this?" You had been a good person. You weren't hurting anyone consciously. You had been giving everything you had, so why? Why was your soul still bleeding?

"I let you go, Jeongguk. I am letting you go. Can't you do the same? Can't you really let go of the hatred in your heart and just let me live?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak. You were feeding your head with lies.

Jeon Jeongguk did not hate you because Jeon Jeongguk loved you.

He loved you with all of his heart.

"Let me go, Jeongguk."

With his body.

"I don't want to be your soulmate anymore."

And soul.

You did not want to love Jeon Jeongguk.

You loved him. Once. But not this time.

[suganovakawa]

i have been holding this idea to myself for an entire MONTH AHAHA but here we are , i’m a big gorl now and i really wanted to share the angst — along with finally starting a blog on tumblr . so yeah ! i’m new , pls be kind to me , i have food 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you enjoy my first story !

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

TRIGGERS : bits of cursing here n there , ig ?

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 .

the beginning of a storm ; why was tooru at seijoh so late ?

word count : 1.9k .

saudade masterlist.

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀"tooru? i've tried calling you for almost an hour now... what are you still doing here?" the janitor had allowed you an entrance inside seijoh, your light jacket pressed against your body as you scuffled through the gym doors, your tongue clicking as you eyed a certain brunette captain serving his god-knows-how-many time of deadly top-spin serves.

⠀his eyes darted in your direction the moment your voice filled the echoey gym walls, your concerned tone ringing back and forth as his brown irises glared at you through narrow eyelids. a nervous lump grew in your throat, your stomach understanding the regret in the decision you made. oikawa was in one of his moods again; you should've known better than to barge in during his serving practice.

⠀still, even with your boyfriend acting the way he was - without saying a single word - there was no use in just leaving aoba johsai as quickly as you arrived. you came to check on tooru, and that was exactly what you were going to do. "it's late, tooru. we still have school tomorrow! you need your rest, please give yourself a break, it'll do more harm than good for you."

⠀"you say that every time, y/n." oikawa rolled his eyes as he bent down to grab a nearby volleyball rolling at his feet, palming it in his right hand and pointing it at the net. his focus was intent - you knew exactly what he was doing. for the past couple of weeks, the captain focused his practice on serving, locking in and applying all of his power to one spot on the court only. it was a feat not many could accomplish, but tooru was scarily coming close to mastering such a challenge. it required extra practice, of course, but certainly not to this extent.

⠀"as your girlfriend and as the manager of the aoba johsai volleyball team, i'm worried about you, you know?" taking a deep, brave breath, you stepped further into the gym, your footsteps creating more echoes for the two of you to listen to as you approached the sweat-covered third year, who had paused his serving practice to watch you come to him. his lips were pursed - and not in a way that sent your heart aflutter. oikawa hated when you disturbed him and tried talking him out of practicing; he'd give any reason and excuse to avoid it.

⠀"just one more serve, alright? then you can drag me out, whatever. i don't really want to listen to your self-health lectures right now." his free hand rested on his hips, the volleyball now resting between his waist and underneath his arm, interrupting you as your mouth opened to say something more. you had grown accustomed to tooru's mood swings as time went on; he didn't mean much by it, and you understood his position. his passion towards the sport was what originally captivated you towards the captain in the first place. you weren't exactly part of his fanclub, per se, but you sure as hell were close enough as a member. the only difference between you and the other girls was that you were lucky enough to snag the job as the volleyball club manager.

⠀"one serve, tooru." your arms crossed as you bit back his nasty glare with one of your own. most of the time, it worked. "push your luck and i'll call iwaizumi here to drag you out of the gym himself." you and hajime were always a tag team whenever it came to putting an iron fist down on tooru, though the stubborn male usually only listened to iwa, since he was the one who packed a nasty punch. oikawa did listen to you occasionally, just not as much as you would've liked.

⠀he rolled his eyes and turned away from you in place of a reply, holding the ball out in front of him. he was silent, and so were you. this was his routine for practice, all of his dirty talk could wait for the matches. you moved to his sports bag, sighing to yourself as you saw his cellphone plopped on top of his club jacket like a cherry on top. he must've had his ringer off, which would explain why he didn't pick up any of your calls. crossing your arms lightly over your chest, you watched with intent eyes as your boyfriend tossed his ball into the air, his gaze directly focused on nothing else but the flying object. he began his standard approach, your breath held as the gym exploded with the sound of his palm coming in contact with the volleyball. your eyes could hardly follow its path; you blinked once, and the ball was already bouncing against the wall.

⠀"damn, another fluke." you were about to compliment tooru's killer serve before you listened to him reprimand himself - you could tell this wasn't the first time he scolded himself for a mistake only he could identify. you noticed him walking to grab another ball, but you ran out to him, kicking his targeted ball out of reach before looking up at him and pressing a finger to his chest lightly.

⠀"enough, tooru. you promised me only one more serve. you've done that already, pack up so we can leave already. you have tomorrow to continue."

⠀"what the hell, y/n? i was just going to-"

⠀you knew him way too well to believe his next lie. "don't even try and say you were going to start picking up volleyballs. i see that look in your eyes, as clear as a cloudless day. you were intent on serving again, tooru; you can't lie to me. you-"

⠀"could you just stop already? who are you, my mother?" he clenched his jaw as he swatted your finger away from his chest, storming away from you as he bent down to pick up another ball, just right behind the boundary line. "i know you care, y/n. you make that very clear. but i can take care of myself, okay? just go home."

⠀"tooru-"

⠀"go, y/n."

⠀oh hell no you weren't.

⠀not without him leaving too.

⠀you turned the corner and pretended to leave seijoh, your face faking its exasperation. leaning against the wall right outside of the gym doors, you reached into your front pocket, your phone warm in your hand. unlocking the screen and searching through your contacts, you tapped the call button for the one person that had the ability to drag oikawa out of the gymnasium.

⠀"hello?"

⠀"iwa! thank goodness you answered."

⠀"it's so late, y/n. do you need help burying a body or something?"

⠀"i wish. i hope this isn't too much to ask, but could you please come to seijoh? tooru refuses to stop practicing, and he won't listen to me."

⠀"god, again?" a sigh could be heard from the other line. "yeah, i'll be right there. open the door for me, will you?"

⠀"thank you so much, iwa. i'll be at the door."

⠀you hung up the call, your eyes gazing at the doors as you waited for your friend to appear. you bit down on the side of your cheek and listened to every sound of contact tooru made with every serve. nothing could get him out of his moods - at least, not anything verbal. you'd need physical force to actually get him to step out of the gym doors. hence, why you needed hajime here.

⠀you heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, and you just about sprinted, a gracious smile stretched upon your lips as you allowed iwaizumi into the school. he looked like he rolled out of bed, his mouth in his natrual scowl. when his eyes laid upon you, his glare softened when he looked at your smile. "alright, where is he?"

⠀"in the gym, where he always is."

⠀"allow me." rolling up his own sleeves, the spiky-haired ace marched through the gym doors with you in line behind him, peering over him to look at oikawa's face the moment he was in the setter's line of vision.

⠀"oh, it's iwa. i'm not surprised, y/n is too stubborn to listen to me."

⠀"you're one to talk, shittykawa. don't you know what time it is?" taking out his phone and shaking it to make a point, he wasted no time in walking towards the brunette. you were nervous; usually oikawa would falter at the sight of hajime alone, but tonight seemed to be different. instead of giving in, he merely gave his new company a dirty glare. "go home already. it's late, we have school tomorrow, and the playoffs are soon. you're just going to tire yourself out, and i'll beat your ass if we don't face the other teams at our best." he then chuckled. "i've pulled you out of here myself multiple times, don't think i won't do it again."

⠀oikawa turned his icy stare at you, before glancing back at hajime with a bored yawn. "fine, fine," he retorted, throwing his calloused hands up in mock surrender, "you win, y/n. happy? i'm leaving the gym now, so don't be any more pushy than you have been tonight. it's giving me a headache."

⠀those words hurt more than you thought they would, tooru antagonizing the fact that you were only trying to care for him. your eyes rested at your feet, letting your hair rest in front of your face as you listened to tooru's volleyball shoes walk across the gym. you could hear iwa's as well; the two of them were picking up the volleyballs around the court, but your legs were in no position to help, not with how fragile they felt.

⠀you looked up on time to see oikawa slinging his bag over his shoulder, his nasty little glare plastered all over his face as he began to walk out of the gym. "goodnight," was the only thing he muttered as he brushed against your shoulder with his own on his way out. your head whirled around as you watched your boyfriend walk away without another word. you didn't have it in you to reply.

⠀"are you sure you two are in a relationship?" you jumped at iwa's voice, just noticing him standing beside you. "he didn't even bother asking to drive you home. some boyfriend he is."

⠀"ah, don't be like that, iwa." you forced yourself to laugh at the situation in a desperate attempt to make light of it, but the effort was futile, and utterly pathetic. "tooru's a good boyfriend! he just gets in his moods sometimes, but it happens to the best of us. nothing i can't handle. after a good night's rest, i'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

⠀"i hope you're right." he turned to face you, peering down at you before placing both of his hands in his pockets. "do you need a ride home? i know you live close by, but it's gotten colder now, and we can't have our manager catching a cold on us."

⠀this time a real laugh left your system, shrugging your shoulders as you looked to the outside, before back at hajime. he looked pretty serious, despite looking fatigued. "are you sure, iwa? i don't want to bother you with it."

⠀"nonsense." he shook his head. "since your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you, i'll just drive you home tonight. okay?"

⠀your heart dropped at his words.

⠀your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you.

⠀"... yeah, okay."

a / n : JFJSJFJFJF i wrote just a wee bit much , usually i’ll aim for around 1k , maybe a lil less on lazy days . anywho ! ty for reading , i hope you enjoyed part one 🥺

[robininthelabyrinth]

I've been thinking on this for ages, but I can't decide on a character, maybe Leonard Snart, Lan Wangji or Wei Wuxian. He saves, on purpose or by accident, a baby dragon. The dragon takes a shine to him and decides to hoard him. It's tiny, so the hoarding is really ineffective. It consists mainly on riding on shoulders and hissing at everyone. It's really cute.

Lan Wangji

“I like you! I’m going to keep you!” the tiny little dragon said, grinning widely. It was only large enough to fill two hands, black scales with red whiskers, and it had a mouth made for smiling.

“Get lost,” Lan Wangji said, walking faster; his uncle had explained regarding Wei Wuxian’s unusual cursed state so that he would be aware of it, but somehow his uncle had failed to mention how horribly cute Wei Wuxian’s little dragon form was.

“Lan Zhaaaaaan, you don’t meant that…!”

Wei Wuxian

“Her name is Chenqing,” Wei Wuxian said proudly, holding out his hands to show her off. “I found her wrapped around an old flute and I’m keeping her.”

The little serpentine dragon rolled around happily in his hands, lolling around and holding her little arms out in a big stretch. “Uh-uh,” she said, her voice a little kitten whisper, wrapping her tail around his wrist. “Mine!”

“Well, that’s new,” Jiang Cheng said faintly; a glance at Lan Wangji’s face revealed he also didn’t know exactly what to say. “But I suppose…congratulations are in order?”

Jiang Cheng

Zidian is his mother’s, long lithe and silver except when she’s sparking purple; she’s fiercely independent and hates anyone touching her but her master. Jiang Cheng loved to look at her as a child, the way she twisted around her mother’s hand like a bracelet, around her neck like a necklace, even around her ear, hissing a joke that only she can understand.

He’s wanted to have her in his hands since forever.

Not like this, though.

Nie Huaisang

“I found a little bird,” Nie Huaisang explained happily. “A little goldfinch! We only have eagles and vultures in Qinghe.”

“I can’t believe you brought it into the lecture,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Well, I couldn’t leave her behind! I found her right before I arrived.”

“Uh, Nie-gongzi?” Wei Wuxian, who was peeking under the cloth of the cage, said. “I don’t think this is a goldfinch.”

Wei Wuxian pulled off the cloth. The little gold-scaled dragon beamed at them from the perch, long whiskers waiving in the air.

“…yes?” Nie Huaisang says. “Is it a sparrow, then? I’m really not good with birds.”

Lan Xichen

Alone in seclusion, Lan Xichen wondered if he’d spent his entire life in service to others. To his uncle, who feared him becoming his father; to his brother, who he sought to protect; to his sworn brother, who betrayed him; to his sect, to their principles. They still meant everything to him, all of them – dead or alive – but…he was tired.

He lifted a finger to trace the head of the little dragon that had blown in through the window a few nights before – he should report it, a supernatural event like this, but…it’s not in the rules.

So he won’t.

He hasn’t yet named her, but he was going to. And then he would let her keep her the way she wanted to, nice and safe in her little hoard, for as long as she wanted him.

Nie Mingjue

Most of the time, Baxia was a saber, like all others in his sect. Like those in his ancestor’s shrine. Sometimes, though, she was something else.

“You’re mine,” she hissed in Nie Mingjue’s ear late at night, nestled deep in his soul. They’re bound together, sword and cultivator. “I won’t let you go, not in this lifetime.”

He rubbed his eyes and smiled despite himself. He didn’t smile often, his duties and dark future weighing him down, but his Baxia could do it; he sometimes thought that this was what it must be like to have a jealous wife. “Of course not. You’re my spiritual weapon; you’ll be by my side until I die, and then you’ll take your place in my tomb, with my ashes at your feet. Stop worrying so much.”

“I won’t let him take you this time,” she snarls. “Your head, your arms, your legs, your soul – they’re all mine. How dare he profane them!”

“Am I not supposed to be touching people anymore?” he chuckled, reaching back to run his fingers down her hilt; it turned into a tail and wrapped around his wrist, pinning him in place as if held down by a stronger man. “Baxia – if you just tell me who this ‘he’ is, I’ll avoid him, I promise.”

“No, he’s still necessary for now,” she said. “But when I tell you – strike true, no matter what the consequences. Do not allow your human compassion or etiquette overwhelm you. Promise me!”

“I promise,” he said, not for the first time, still as puzzled by it as he ever was. “I’ll listen to you. When the time comes, I’ll let you drink his blood to your heart’s content.”

Jin Guangyao

He’d always known there was a dragon inside Nie Mingjue, full of heat and fire and rage; he’d liked it, once upon a time, when it roared in his defense. It had been such a pity when it turned against him; he really hadn’t wanted to give him up, but he didn’t have a choice. He was backed into a corner – just like always.

He just hadn’t expected the man to turn into a literal dragon upon death.

Is this the real secret of the Nie? He wondered, backing up and reaching for his sword. Is this why they only bury their sabers, and never themselves?

The dragon curls around his neck, tight enough to choke.

“Are you going to kill me?” Jin Guangyao asked.

The dragon laughed with the sound like Nie Mingjue’s laugh, deep and sonorous and usually a little sarcastic.

“Only,” it murmured in his ear, “if you continue to misbehave, Meng Yao.”

Jin Ling

“Little Uncle got me a dog,” Jin Ling said, clutching Xiao Fairy to his chest. “So, Jiujiu, you’re getting me…a snake?”

“I’m getting you the opportunity to get a sna – to get a dragon. It’s not a snake. Stop calling it a snake.”

Jin Ling wasn’t really convinced. He squinted into the pool. “They look like snakes.”

“Of course they do, they’re flood dragons,” Jiang Cheng said irritably. “Those all look like water serpents when they’re swimming. Just…listen to me. Put the dog down – no, give it to me, yes, there’s a good puppy –”

Jin Ling coughed pointedly. “If this is all a scheme to steal pets from my dog…”

“It isn’t,” Jiang Cheng said, though his ears were suspiciously red. “Put your hand into the pool. If one of them likes you, they’ll claim you for their hoard and keep you for the rest of their lives. Give it a try. What can it hurt?”

Xiao Xingchen

Song Lan was the very first person he met when he came down off the mountain and, well, he was a bit over-excited about it – but luckily they hit it off very well, and it all worked out quite well for a few years. Song Lan was full of interesting ideas, like making their own sect based on friendship rather than blood; Xiao Xingchen liked it, but he liked Song Lan best of all.

Things went downhill, later, but as his shizun always said, it was cruel to keep a human that didn’t want to be kept any longer, so he gave him his eyes and left him alone, just as he’d asked, and hoped that one day Song Lan would come back to him. He had time, he could wait.

In the meantime, he met someone new – or rather, someone old, anew.

Xiao Xingchen decided to keep him, too.

Xue Yang

“I think I did something wrong,” Xue Yang announced to the air, though luckily nobody was around to hear him – his current employers at the Jin sect would be most unhappy if they heard, especially if they also heard that he has no idea what went wrong or how to fix it.

He looked down at what should be a repaired half piece of the Stygian Tiger Seal, but which is definitely a small black-and-grey dragon, staring right back at him.

After being locked in a staring match for a while (he loses, but he doesn’t think the dragon has eyelids so it doesn’t count), he tentatively reached out and rubbed it behind the ears.

It purred, then belched out a puff of pure yin resentful energy.

“…well, at least you still work, I guess?”

Wen Ning

“You’re mine,” the little dragon says, happily nuzzling up to him as it flops around in the dirt. “Mine, mine, mine!”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Wen Ning said, looking around all over to make sure nobody’s around. “All yours. Now, A-Yuan, please turn back before anyone sees you!”

“But…”

“A-Yuan! Please!”

Grumbling, the little dragon curled up into a ball and uncurled as a lovely bouncing little boy, and Wen Ning gave a sigh of relief. His sister hadn’t noticed the addition of an extra child to their group of refugees, assuming the way everyone else did that he’d been another Wen, someone’s child that got left behind or orphaned, and old granny had adopted him without so much as a word. He hadn’t known how to explain the truth.

But it was fine. He’d take care of A-Yuan, with the help of his sister and now Wei-gongzi, and no one would ever need to know.

Wen Qing

Wen Qing didn’t waste a lot of time worrying about things, and a dragon deciding to claim her wasn’t going to be the thing that messed up her day.

“Fine,” she said. “You can stay, but you have to earn your keep. How’s your memory? Can you take notes for me?”

The dragon nodded.

“I’ll be testing you,” she warned.

It nodded again, so she accepted it, put it in her sleeves, and went back to work.

Jiang Yanli

“I don’t need a dragon, though,” she said, quite appropriately in her mind. “I’m not much of a cultivator.”

The little dragon nuzzled her neck and picked up one of the melon seeds she’d been peeling with its jaws. “That’s okay,” it said. “I’m not much of a dragon. I mostly just like to eat and sleep.”

“Well, then,” she laughed. “In that case, I think we’ll get along.”

[somarsword]

Sleep on the Floor - Part 4

ROGER TAYLOR X READER

Hiiiii! Thank you so much for reading my fic, I didn't expect anyone to read it to be honest, so I'm really happy to know that others enjoy what I make. Have I mentioned that this fic is somewhat of a slowburn? If I haven’t, sorry HAHAHAHA. Oh by the way, not sure if anyone else is interested but if you want to be tagged in the following updates, don’t be shy to ask <3

Enjoy the read lovelies :)

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word count: 1.2k words

February 17, 1976 - Saginaw

“You want some?” Bill asks, holding up a half eaten granola bar in front of you.

“I’m good” declining his offer, watching as he messily chews. He shrugs, retracting his hand and taking another bite.

You look away, glancing back down at the papers spread out on the table. You sigh sadly. There was so much shit to sort through. When Jim said he needed help organizing the finances, he actually meant he needed someone to do it for him.

“You know you’re allowed to take breaks, right?” Roger says, popping into the room. This makes you jump slightly, dropping the pen you were previously holding.

“Jesus. Can you knock?” you huff out as you reach down to grab the pen. This only causes Roger to let out a chuckle.

“Oh by the way, Crystal’s looking for you” Roger addresses Bill as he plops down on the couch behind you.

“What for?” Bill asks, mouth still stuffed with food.

“Not sure. Something about carrying equipment I think” Roger responds. Bill hums in response, taking the final bite of the granola bar and pushing his chair back.

“See ya later Y/n” he says, already walking towards the door. You smile and wave goodbye before he slips out of the room, leaving you and Roger behind.

Returning your attention towards the paperwork, you resume working, falling back to routine. You nearly forget Roger was in the room with you, too engrossed in fixing the finances, until he starts throwing tiny paper balls at the back of your head. You try your best to ignore it, wanting to finish the task at hand, but it’s just too distracting.

“Yes Roger?” you ask exasperated at his attempts to gain your attention. You set down your pen and turn your head to face him.

“I’m hungry” he whines, causing you to roll your eyes and turn back around.

“Roger, I’m your accountant, not your assistant. It's not my job to make sure you’re fed.” You hear the springs of the couch squeak as he sits up.

“That’s not what I meant.” he groans, moving to stand next to you. You look up at him, brow raised as you silently ask what he meant.

“Well, you see, I’m hungry and there’s this diner down the street I’ve been meaning to go to before we leave Saginaw.” he says.

“Then go?” you say, slightly confused by his explanation.

“I mean I could do that, but I hate eating alone.” he says.

Oh. Oh!

“What about the boys?” you ask, slightly apprehensive, not entirely sure if he was actually inviting you or was just expressing his thoughts.

“John’s asleep, Brian’s busy being bitchy towards me, and Fred’s… actually I don’t even know where that man is” He says, listing them out. “Besides, I know you haven’t eaten since 9 this morning, it’s nearly 4pm. You’re gonna digest yourself if you don’t put anything in it soon. So what d'you say, wanna come?”

You let out a light laugh at his last sentence.

“Actually scratch that. You’re coming, whether you like it or not Miss Y/n L/n” he says in mock-command, causing you to roll your eyes but smile.

“Alright, give me 2 minutes to fix these then we’ll go” you reply, already beginning to clean up. He nods, a huge grin plastered on his face. He leaves you to stand by the door, distracting himself with the movie playing on a television from the other room as he waits for you.

You make quick work in fixing everything and securing it.

“Alright, let’s go”

Both of you exit the building, the noise of people moving around in preparation for tomorrow’s concert immediately disappearing. You pause, turning to face Roger.

“Lead the way drummer boy” you say, a light tease to your tone. He playfully rolls his eyes at this but takes the lead.

You walk quietly next to him, taking in your surroundings. The scenery was much different in contrast to New York. It was less chaotic. The streets weren’t littered with bustling men and women rushing to be everywhere and anywhere all at once.

"You know, you've been with us for about a week now and I've yet to learn anything about you." Roger snapping you out of your thoughts. You face him for a brief moment before returning your gaze on your surroundings.

"Well, what do you want to know?" you ask, playing with the small strip of leather peeling from your purse.

"Anything, really. But I guess let's start simple. What's your favourite food?" You groan at his question.

"That is anything but simple. I have way too much to choose from" you complain, causing him to laugh.

"Well then, your top 3" he says.

••• -•- •• •--•

The aroma of the diner is intoxicating as you step in. A wave of nostalgia washes over you from the familiar smell. You try, but fail, to hide the smile that’s crept unto your face as you take a seat by the window.

“Well aren’t you awfully giddy?” Roger comments as he stares at you bouncing on the chair. You shrug but your smile widens.

“How odd is it if I say you are currently my favourite person?” You suddenly blurt out, not thinking clearly from the overwhelming joy you were feeling.

“I mean, nothing I haven’t heard before” Roger shrugs jokingly, cheekily smiling. This causes you to roll your eyes, a rush of blood reddening your cheeks.

“Scratch that, I take it back you cocky bastard” You mumble, turning away to hide your flushed face. He lets out a hearty laugh, leaning back onto his chair.

“May I ask why?” he asks you once he stops laughing.

“Well-” you stop, thinking about the answer you had before shaking your head. “Nevermind.”

“Oh c’mon! You can’t just say something like that without explanation, the mystery will eat at me.” he whines, waving his hands around. You let out a light laugh, rolling your eyes playfully before resigning to give in to his request.

“It’s just uh… I guess I’ve missed this? I haven’t been to a diner in years.” You say softly, playing with the edge of the menu. “Although that's not exactly the reason. Back in New York, I lost myself. I was okay with the life I lived, but it was never fulfilling. I mean, all I ever had time for was work and...Simon?” You finally lift your gaze to make eye contact with him. He made no reaction, but it was clear to see he was listening intently.

"When I took off, I had no idea what the fuck I was actually doing. It's been so long since I took hold of the reins in my life. It felt more like Simon was leading me more than I was leading myself. You helped me a lot more than you know. Meeting you that night, although it may have been an accident, was the best thing that's ever happened to me." You smile brightly at him.

"So thank you." and as you stare across the table towards the golden haired man, you can't help but linger your gaze on the smile that he gives. A small action that holds the weight of a thousand words.

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[daisylincs]

Ok sorry if you get multiple of the same ask just ignore the copies Anyway can you do a staticquake 53, 58, 62

53 = Mutual Pining, 58 = Accidental Eavesdropping and 62 = Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C). 

Hey thanks, anon! Now, for some reason, my brain at midnight decided it would be a really good idea to combine this prompt with, of all things, a Circus AU. I cannot for the life of me explain why I thought this, except maybe that I was scrolling through the prompt list and realised that I've never actually seen a Circus AU before. (If you've ever seen one, please send it to me!! I'd love to give it a read.) 

Anyway, however it happened, here's the bullet-point fic for you! I hope you like it 😁🎪

Shield Circus is known far and wide for its incredible acts, and for how its performers have formed their own tight-knit little family. From the ringmaster, Coulson, who's basically a dad to them all, to the fearless trapeze queen May and her protégés Daisy and Elena, to Fitz and Jemma with their ever-hilarious mad science show, everyone has a place where they fit in, and everyone knows, trusts and likes everyone. 

Naturally, there's a lot of teasing around, too - with a group as close as that, what else can you expect, really? 

And since Fitzsimmons have finally gotten their act together (ha, ha) the group's collective shipping interest has moved on to Daisy. 

Specifically, Daisy and Lincoln, who everybody can see like each other - except, obviously, Daisy and Lincoln. 

Lincoln's role in the circus is a musician, and while he's still a part of the Shield family, he's not as super-close as all the performers are. Him and Daisy are friends, sure, but they're not that close, and he's sure his massive crush is unrequited. 

After all, why would someone like her, who can literally fly through the air, fall in love with him, whose only sort-of skill is playing the circus theme?

 He's made it a habit to sit and watch her train with May and Elena in the evenings - she's absolutely radiant in the air, flushed and happy with success, and always laughing and delighted with herself when she comes down to the ground again. 

Oh, he's so far gone. 

"You two drive me up the wall," Hunter, the lion-tamer, informs Lincoln as he's setting up his act. (Lincoln doesn't think Hunter can really talk, since he literally describes his job with the lions as "they can't do anything worse to me than my hellbeast wife." But he doesn't say that - Hunter and Bobbi are in one of their on phases.) 

Instead he just grumbles, "yeah, whatever, man," as he trails the trapeze artists out of the ring so he can hopefully catch Daisy for a chat before dinner. 

He's hanging around outside the changing room - not creepily, thank you very much, he and Daisy actually have a standing arrangement to meet up after she's done with training to laugh together about the day's nonsense - when he hears May's voice. 

He's a little surprised, because May usually changes very quickly so she can go over the plans for the next show with Coulson before dinner. 

And he knows he shouldn't, but if his time with Shield has taught him anything, it's that privacy is a rather vague construct around here. Eavesdropping is a thing in the circus, especially if it can get you good bribing material. 

Nobody's ever got any good bribing material on May, so can you even blame him for listening in? 

What he hears, though, is decidedly not that. 

"... sure he doesn't feel the same way?" May is asking. 

It's Daisy who replies. "I don't know! He's never shown anything that couldn't just be interpreted as just, you know, being a good friend."

 May makes a kind of unconvinced "hmm" noise. 

"Oh, don't give me that," Daisy says, exasperated. "Fitz and Jemma used to meet up after training all the time - hell, they even slept in each other's trailers." 

"And Fitz and Jemma are now dating," May says drily. 

Lincoln can just see the scowl on Daisy's face. "Okay, fine, maybe not my best example. But -" her voice catches slightly "- I don't want to go into this unless I'm absolutely sure he feels the same way. I can't… the pain of thinking someone really cares about me, then having my heart torn out when I find out the truth - I can't go through that again." 

He has never heard her sound so vulnerable, and it makes his heart clench. He knows exactly who did this to her, and if Ward ever shows his face here again, Lincoln will punch him straight into the next county. (He suspects he'll have to stand in line, though.) 

There's a kind of soft rustle in the room, and he thinks it might mean May has pulled Daisy into a hug. His heart clenches again, for entirely different reasons this time - May might seem unapproachable and impassive, but God, she cares so much. 

"Daisy," May says softly, and Lincoln almost gasps at how gentle her voice is. "I know you've been hurt, but if my life has taught me one thing, it's that we're not meant to spend our lives alone. Love is something we should all have, and I know better than anyone how hard it can be to open your heart to it, because the first step is trust."

"Trust, Daisy," she continues. "I know how hard it is, but you have to trust that Lincoln is nothing like Ward. You have to trust that he's a good guy, and that he'd never hurt you that way." 

Lincoln almost misses the rest of her sentence, because his brain has frozen at the mention of his name. Wait, wait, wait. They were talking about him?

What???

Surely this doesn't mean… if she said she's not sure he feels the same way… if May is talking about love… 

His brain blanks out completely for a few seconds as it hits him that Daisy might actually return his feelings. 

Somewhat poetically, it's Daisy's voice that brings him back to reality. "He's a really, really good friend," she says, and her voice is so warm. "You really think he feels the same way?" 

Lincoln can practically hear May rolling her eyes. "Of course he does," she says. "Daisy, that boy is gaga for you." 

Daisy laughs softly, incredulously, as though she's only just letting herself believe it. (He totally gets the feeling.) 

"Thanks, May," she says, still in that slightly breathless tone of voice. 

And Lincoln has never heard May sound so warm as she replies, "Anytime." 

He's so caught up in wondering at it all that he almost doesn't realise when the door opens. He has to scramble like a mad thing to get behind one of the lockers so the women don't see him. 

"Lincoln should be somewhere nearby," Daisy says, and he winches at the absolute accuracy of that. "We always meet up for a chat around this time." 

"And you think you two don't have anything special," May snorts. 

Daisy shakes her head. "Yeah, yeah." But she's smiling as she walks off. 

Lincoln is smiling, too, and he's so relieved and happy that he totally forgets about the locker he ducked behind. As he stands up, he bangs his head against it, really, really loudly. 

Ow. 

And also, oh, shit. 

May whips around, her eyes narrowing. "Out," she orders. 

Lincoln sheepishly comes out from behind the locker, rubbing his head. That really hurt, and now he's busted. Just perfect. 

May's eyes narrow even further, if that's even possible. "How long were you there?" she asks in her soft, dangerous tone. 

Lincoln swallows. He wouldn't dare lie to May. So, shame-facedly, he admits, "since pretty much the beginning." 

"And why," May asks in a voice that bites like a whip, "did you think it was a good idea to listen in on a private conversation?" 

"I… was hoping… to get bribing material," he says weakly. "On, uh, you." 

He's sure he's just signed his own death warrant, but to his total surprise, May snorts and rolls her eyes. "This really is Coulson's circus, isn't it? He's really rubbed his no-personal-space-we're-a-family ethic off on you all, hasn't he?" 

"Uh, yeah," Lincoln says awkwardly. 

May shakes her head, but there's only fondness in her gaze. "He'd be so frustratingly happy to hear that." 

Her gaze sobers quickly, though. "I was right, wasn't I?" she asks, getting straight to the point. He's always respected that about her. "You do love Daisy?" 

"Of course I do," he says, and he can feel a grin tugging at his lips just to admit it. Wow, it feels good - but it's nothing compared to actually KNOWING she feels the same way. 

May's gaze is amused, but, he thinks, just a bit affectionate, too. "Good," she says. "Then I think you two will be very happy." 

"Thanks," he says, feeling his grin widen and his chest expand with warmth. "That means a lot, from you." 

Because it really does - May is basically Daisy's mom. The little exchange he just overheard pretty much proves that. 

May smiles at him - an actual smile. Whoa. "Off you go," she tells him. "Go find the girl you love." 

He can't stop grinning as he turns to walk away, feeling a literal bounce in his step. Fitz really wasn't exaggerating with the whole love-makes-you-so-happy-you-could-float-away thing, was he? 

"Just one more thing," May calls as he's about to round the corner. "I don't think I really need to tell you this, but if you hurt Daisy, I promise you I will put you in that cannon and fire you through the roof." 

Lincoln has to bite back a grin at the picture, but he's never been more serious as he replies, "I hope you'll never have to do that." 

May gives him a nod, and he really feels like he's passed a test. A nod and a smile from Melinda May? He never thought he'd see the day. 

He's so preoccupied in his proud thoughts that he completely forgets to look where he's going, and crashes right into someone on the other side of the corner. 

"What the… Daisy?!?!" he exclaims as he sees who it is. Then he processes her suspicious pose leaning against the corner. "What are you… were you eavesdropping on me?" 

Daisy’s cheeks are burning, but she folds her arms and stares him down. "Well, as it turns out, I was eavesdropping on you admitting that you had eavesdropped on me," she points out, confusingly but correctly. 

He has to concede that one - and he's pretty sure his cheeks are burning, too, as he realises what exactly she would have heard. 

"So, um, you… like me, too?" he asks. 

At the exact same time, she says, "I can't believe you like me, too!" 

"Well," he says, cheeks practically on fire from burning so much, "I thought I was actually pretty obvious, what with the whole watching you train and spending every free minute chatting with you -" 

"I thought you were just being a good friend!" she protests, and somehow she's drifting a step closer to him with every word. "I didn't know that I'd end up falling for you, even though your puns are the stupidest thing in this world!" 

"My puns are awesome," he argues, letting the last bit of distance between them draw closed. "And, really, didn't you see all the similarities between us and Fitzsimmons?"

"Well, you probably thought I didn't even notice you," she reasons, raising her hands to poke at his chest but ending up just resting them there. "As if I could not notice you!"

 "Should we just agree that we're a pair of oblivious idiots, then?" he asks, reaching out to brush a curl of hair behind her ear and letting his hand linger behind her ear. 

And, really, that line should not be as romantic as it is, but Daisy's gaze turns all soft and warm. 

"Yes," she says, and her voice is breathless in the best way possible. "We should."

And then they're kissing, her hands flattening and smoothing on his chest and his hands cradling the sides of her face. 

To think he ever thought she wouldn't notice him. To think she ever thought he was just being a good friend! 

If they weren't so busy kissing, he might even see what Hunter means. 

But as it is, he's fully occupied with the wonderful feeling of Daisy's lips on his. 

Well, at least until he gears someone start clapping slowly behind them. 

"Really, Hunter?" Daisy asks without even opening her eyes. 

Hunter doesn't even have the dignity to look ashamed of himself. "Come on, Dais, you know the drill." He holds out his hand to Fitz. "Come on, mate, pay up." 

Grumbling, Fitz forks over what looks like a hundred dollars. Lincoln just shakes his head. 

Then May walks calmly around the corner and takes the money from Hunter's hand. "Actually, I think you'll find that my bet predicted this to the day," she says, and holds out her hand for everyone to pay up. 

At Daisy and Lincoln's absolutely incredulous stares, she shrugs and pockets her money. "What do you expect? I married Phil Coulson." 

Then she's walking away like the badass she is, leaving everyone else to trail after her. 

Daisy buries her head in Lincoln's shoulder. "This is a crazy family we're part of, isn't it?" 

His eyes light up with mischief. "Yeah, it's a real circus." 

Daisy's eyes widen, and she groans and slaps at his shoulder. "Oh my Goooood." 

She can feel his laughter even more than she can hear it with her cheek pressed against his chest. 

And cliché as it might be, she's never been happier. 

She's found where she truly belongs. 

"They're crazy," she agrees, looking up at him with a soft smile, "but I wouldn't trade any of it for the world." 

The End. 

[rogue-barnes-16]

THE DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part I/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back.

Pairing: biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: unclassified (biker gang au)

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Warnings: language

A/N: consider this a sneak peek of a series I'm planning on writing when I finish one of the ongoing ones. The title is long af so I might change it. Also, sorry for the typos but y'all probably know that I'm a mess

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

A sigh escaped my lips as my leg furiously bounced against the pavement of the parking lot "she ain't gonna help"

"we gotta give it a try" Steve whispered, ogling at the tall skyscraper's entrance, which was illuminated with fancy lanterns that matched the aesthetic of the building itself. "you never know. Plus-"

"I shouldn't have come." I mumbled with a light distress showing up in my voice "the moment she sees me she'll turn around and leave"

"she won't" my bestfriend answered, determined.

"Steve-"

"If we tell her it's not for you-"

"Still-"

The sound of the not so far building's gate opening, was enough to cut me midsentence. And... there she went.

"can't you just cancel it? Tomorrow I-- no Wanda- gosh, he's tiring. Just tell him... yeah" she made her way to her car, unaware of our presence besides it yet, probably due to the poor lighting.

So much money, and yet the wealthy company couldn't improve the goddamn streetlights of its own parking lot.

"Friday? Geez no-- No. Period. Just-" her walking slowed down the moment she saw us. "you know what? Friday it's okay. Goodnight Wan." even before hanging up, she was already glaring at me. "James."

"Y/n" I replied, just because I didn't know what else I could say.

She inhaled before speaking again. "you got some balls." her eyes flashed briefly to Steve. "what the fuck are you two doing here?"

"we need help" I stated, quieter that I would have liked.

She huffed " 'course you do." relocating her bag. "look for help somewhere else." her eyes digged into mines, throwing daggers at me.

And, God, did it hurt. "told you" I grunted in low voice to Steve, already turning around to leave. "She's not helping."

I felt a grip on my arm, stopping me from stalking away. "Y/n, this is not about him"

"I don't give a single fuck." she hissed, walking to her car to open it. "you promised to stay away from me, and you're not doing a good job"

"it's Natasha" Steve blurted out before she could get in the vehicle.

Y/n froze at the mention of her.

"what 'bout her?" she tried to sound careless and cool, but I noticed the switch in her body language.

"she... Disappeared" the blond man spoke, putting emphasis on the last word.

Y/n frowned, her eyes going from me, to Steve, and back to me. "Go to the police"

"you know we can't" this time it was my turn to answer. "You're the only one who can help us, you know that. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here." I stated solemnly. "I keep my promises, you know that."

There was a moment of silence, in which she glared at me with hate in her eyes that masked the pain, I knew, was there. "actually, no, James. I can't recall a single time when you kept your promise, so I don't." and I knew she meant every word. "you got plenty of friends, go look for their help and leave me the fuck alone."

SHUT!

We stood there while she drove away, and I would have been lying if I said I was shocked she left.

I spared a glance at Steve, who was running his fingers through his hair, visibly distressed. "what te fuck do we do now?"

It was only after Steve spoke, that it dawned on me we had no other option to have a chance of getting Natasha back.

"we gotta look for someone else"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Old folders displayed everywhere, empty boxes of Chinese food that Sam bought covered the coffee table, and we all needed a shower.

"we should call Tony" Clint spoke distractedly.

"No we shouldn't" Steve rushed to reply while he tidied up some of the papers. "he's retired"

"Natasha dissappeared, Stevie" Clint's reminder didn't exactly help the moral of the group.

Steve sighed, pinching his nose before shaking his head. "Pepper would kill me." after looking at us for a second, he kept speaking in a hesitant tone "I'll call him if plan A fails"

"plan A?" I questioned, raising and eyebrow. "Plan A failed when Natasha dissappeared" I stated.

"well, then when plan B-"

"Y/n was plan B" Sam yawned, slowly sitting up in the tiny couch where he had fallen asleep "which would have worked if you had listened to Bucky" Sam yawned again, right before stirring "taking him with you, when we needed Y/n, was like- the stupidest idea you had in a while."

Steve took a deep breath before letting out a comeback that would probably cause a fight. "who else we got?"

"No one." Clint almost growled more than spoke.

Out of everyone, he was the most affected by far. Natasha and Clint had grown up together, and the fact that we barely could trust our close friends to get her back was exhausting as well as frustrating.

"think I'm just gonna take a shower" Barton informed us in a mumble before leaving his seat to walk out of the room.

"there's someone" Rhodey's voice made all of us redirect our eyes to the door connecting my kitchen to my living room. "Danvers"

Sam shook his head no "We have no way of contacting her"

Rhodey sighed, exhausted, throwing himself in the chair Clint had just left. "I can contact Rambeau. She'll know where Danvers is"

"She ain't gonna help" It was my turn to contribute with some bad news, not that new, of which none of them were aware. "she knows 'bout what happened with Y/n."

Silence was the answer I got.

Rhodes scoffed "Good to know, James." I kept my eyes trained in my hands, not wanting to face anyone in the room. "Really good to know about this tiny detail after- what? A year?"

Another scoff and more silence.

"let me go through it again" Sam rubbed his temples with closed eyes. "Nat dissappeared, we probably have a mole, and the two people we could use help for" I felt his eyes on me "they won't help." no one spoke. "we're fucked."

We all drowned in our thoughts for a while.

Clint, at some point, had come back. Someone told him we had run out of options, which made him leave. He didn't come back, and I figured he probably fell asleep in my room.

Sun was rising, and, in need of a break, I got up. I really could use some air.

In no time I was standing on my ramshackle balcony, leaned over the railing with both my forearms supporting me.

Sam, who had probably came after me, exited and, after installing himself besides me, he spoke "it's not your fault"

"cut the bullshit"

"okay, it is"

"No shit Sherlock"

He sighed "but not entirely, so don't beat--"

"If she dies" I whispered, my gaze lost on the horizon "it's on me. Like- it's actually on me"

"she's not gonna die" Sam dismissed me quicker than he would have liked. "She's smart, and she's only been missing for around a day and a half "

"Listen, no one said it out loud but we gotta consider it." I blurted out, turning around to face my friend. "if they took her, they'll interrogate her. Do you really think she'll give in?"

"I didn't say that"

"then you know she can end up in a ditch"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "don't say any of this shit in front of Clint"

"I'm not stupid"

He let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking his head. "yeah, of course you're not." Sam tilted his head slightly towards me without looking. "remind me again why Y/n ditched you."

"Fuck off Wilson." my voice was low, full of anger and frustration and sadness; bottled up emotions that I carried with me since Y/n left.

Bottled up emotions that came to torture me for what I did whenever I heard her name.

We saw a car.

Sam was the first one to point it out.

Not the fact that a car was driving towards a single property in the middle nowhere, hidden with the help of the trees in the woods.

No, Sam was pointing out what car it was.

"it's... Her car?" He sounded incredulous, hesitant, and even suspicious, but I couldn't blame him.

"it is." I confirmed.

And, even though I was sure it was her car, I couldn't believe it until, after parking in front of the house, she climbed off.

She made her way to the porch's stairs. "I'll... Go and tell the others." Sam informed me. "Open the door"

I sighed and slowly made my way downstairs and to the front door just in time to hear the knocks.

I grabbed the knob, but before spinning it, I froze.

I froze because I shouldn't be me opening the door, it shouldn't be me the first person she sees, the first person she made contact with. I shouldn't be me welcoming her, even if it was my home, because I didn't deserve-

"Open the fucking door, James."

And I did, though the movement was way too eager for my liking.

But it was too eager because it was Y/n requesting me to do it, as if she wanted to see me.

I had complied and now we were standing in front of one another. My first thought was to step aside, since I thought she would try to walk past me as soon as possible, but she didn't.

She stood there, looking at me.

"Thought you said no" even though it was quiet, almost a mumble, it was definitely not a great sentence to begin a conversation in such a delicate situation.

Surprisingly, her voice sounded way warmer than I was expecting when she replied to my unfortunate comment. "I made up my mind" thankfully, she kept talking, because I had no idea what to answer. "Nat's my friend too. I'll help."