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fandomfix13 · 4 years ago

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Should've Been You - JJ Maybank X Reader

Should’ve Been You - JJ Maybank X Reader

Y/N finds herself in a rough situation with Rafe and JJ steps in and makes Y/N realize it should’ve been JJ all along

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Slight violence in relationships, Lots of swearing, underage drinking (pls be safe!), Some pretty cute fluff

FIRST THING I'M POSTING SO GO EASY ON ME! I'M WORKING ON REQUESTS AS WE SPEAK!

XOXO

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You sat in the kitchen with Sarah and John B while you waited for Rafe to finish getting ready. It had been 45 minutes since you had first sat down with them, and Rafe still seemed to be taking his sweet ass time.

“Jesus, I thought I took forever to get ready.” Sarah huffed as she sat back and entangled herself in John B’s arms. You loved how comfortable and cute they were with each other. It had been a long time since you felt that way with Rafe. It’s not that you were necessarily uncomfortable with Rafe, but things didn’t feel the same as they used too. “Guys thanks for waiting with me, but you guys should really get going, I don’t want us to make you late.” you said as you saw the time. “Are you sure? We can wait, I'm sure he’ll be done soon.” Sarah said.

You shot John B a look that said ‘go’ without having to say it. “Yeah, Sarah she's right we really should get going.” he says as he takes her hand to stand up. You mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ to John B and he nodded in return as you walked toward the couch. As the two of them walked out the door, John B slipped back in telling Sarah he ‘forgot something’.

“Hey are you gonna be okay?” He said walking over to you on the couch. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?” you said in a tone that was too rushed and sounded nervous. “Because I’ve known you since you were six years old and that look that you gave me was your ‘get the hell out’ look” he laughed. “I don’t have a ‘get the hell out’ look!” you mocked him. “Oh you absolutely do and you gave it to me. Is everything okay? With you and Rafe?” He knew you too well, there was no hiding anything from him. “Yeah. He’s just….being Rafe.” you shrugged not feeling the need to go into detail. “Y/n?” he said sitting down next to you. “John B?” you returned not giving him the satisfaction of knowing what's on your mind. “You’re not gonna budge are you?” he said, looking right at you. “Not even a little.You really need to get going. You wouldn’t want to miss you and Sarah’s big entrance would you?” You said walking toward the door with John B following close behind you, you turned around to see John B giving you his ‘tell me what’s going on’ look. You opened the door once again telling him to leave. This time he had accepted his fate and walked out the door. “If you need anything, we’re all gonna be there tonight. Okay?” he quickly added. “Okaaayy.” you sighed, “now go!”

You closed the door and started walking back to the couch when you heard the sound of Rafe’s bedroom door open. As he came down the stairs you noticed something wasn’t right which in the moment you chose to ignore. That was until he came up from behind you in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your neck. You didn’t mind that kind of attention but this wasn’t like him. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and as you turned to confront him about it you saw his eyes. They were glossed over and dilated. His hands were shaking on your waist and there was residue of white powder under his nose. “Next time? You might want to look in fucking mirror after you snort coke off your bathroom counter.” You said with the calmest tone you could possibly have at the moment.

He rolled his eyes at you and turned around walking towards the door to leave. “Rafe we talked about this!” you yelled after him “No! YOU talked about this. I just sat there while you ran your mouth as usual!” He stopped in his tracks to turn around and yell right back. “You know how important tonight is! Could you not even have the decency to show up sober and get fucked up later?!” You hated when he got like this. So messed up that he was an asshole to everyone and anyone is his presence including you. “Tonight is important for my DAD! It’s not important to me! He probably doesn’t even want me there! Sarah’s there, that's all he cares about. So sue me for wanting to show up already gone.” part of you felt bad for him in a way. It hurt to see him struggle, but it also hurt to fight him on it. “Rafe we need to go. We are going to miss our entrance which is just going to piss your dad off more.” you tried to be calm. “Oh right, our entrance! Yeah I’m sure that everyone is going to be so thrilled to see me walk in with a fucking pogue!” he said in such a demeaning tone that you hadn’t heard before. You were taken aback by the words that just came out of his mouth. You always had a thought in the back of your mind that Raph didn’t like that you hung around with the pogues, but you never expected him to really say it. “Wow. Okay. Um. I’m not doing this with you right now. We have a party to get to.” You say making your way to walk past him and out the door. He tried to stop you by reaching out for your arm but you quickly pulled away. “Y/n wait.” “Don’t fucking touch me right now. We need to leave.”

As you arrived at the event you plastered on the biggest smile you could as you held Rafe’s hand and walked in greeting all the guests that approached the two of you. Old teachers, business owners and their plastic wives, old friends. All people that you truly did not care too see. You looked around the crowded room for any one of your friends to appear to provide you with a sense of normalcy. You spotted Kie standing with her parents also shaking hands with people she clearly had no interest in seeing. JJ was waiting for the guests. Pope was helping his dad with the food. John B and Sarah were outside secluding themselves from the socialite society that was this room, and you were standing hand in hand with Rafe who just 15 minutes ago was throwing insults at you.

You walked outside to John B and Sarah who were talking about how ridiculous some of the guests look in their outfits. “Hey if you two get to hide out here, so do I” You say approaching them from behind. “Trouble in paradise?” John B said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Just needed some air. The overwhelming smell of chanel number five and expensive champagne was starting to give me a headache.” You said only slightly joking. You all shared a laugh and you made your over to stand with your friends. “Drinks?” Sarah asked. You and John B both nodded without hesitation. “I’ll be right back” she said as she walked off the porch. “So.” John B said slowly turning his head towards you. “So.” you replied. “What are you really doing out here?” he said knowing that the excuse you gave was only half true. “Rafe just said some shit to me about being a pogue before we left.” you admitted. “I’m sorry, are you surprised?” he said with an attitude. “John B please don't be an asshole right now.” “Alright, okay I’m sorry. He didn’t... hurt you did he?” he said with concern in his voice. “No. He wouldn’t. He can be a dick I’ll admit, but he wouldn’t hurt me.” As you said this Sarah approached the two of you once again holding three beers. You sit there just the three of you, for a good 15 minutes before you thought you should probably go find Rafe. Not that he wanted to be seen with a pogue, but you should at least pretend like you weren’t beyond pissed at him.

As you walked through the crowded room saying your ‘hello’s’ here and there you realized Rafe was nowhere to be found. Your first thought was maybe he left. But then you realized that he wouldn’t leave a party that had so much alcohol and access to expensive drugs. You walked past JJ who was carrying a tray of champagne. “Hey J, have you seen Rafe?” you said following in his trail of champagne drop offs. “I try to never see him at all, so no I have not.” he said in his usual smart ass tone. “Ok. What about Topper?” he laughed “Considering I put a gun to his head I absolutely make it a point to not see him either.” you opened your mouth to speak again and he cut you off “Don’t ask about Kelce either. I haven’t seen them around anywhere. My guess is that they are in the bathroom making bets on who goes home with the hottest girl tonight.” You rolled your eyes at him and walked to the hallway where the bathrooms were. It was empty. While there was nobody in sight, you could hear the boys in the locker room.

Just as you decided to walk away, Topper stumbled out of the locker room. To say you were surprised to see him obviously fucked up would be a lie. You tried to quickly walk the other way so he wouldn’t see you, but you weren’t fast enough. “Were you stalking us Y/n?” Slurred Topper. God they sucked when they got like this. “Stalking you? Please. I have better things to do than stalk you. I was just looking for Rafe.” you said trying to ignore Topper’s attitude. “Rafe! Your pogue princess is out here lurking in the hallway waiting for you!” he yelled back into the locker room. You rolled your eyes at Topper’s label he put on you and waited for Rafe to come out of the locker room. He appeared almost instantly looking even worse than he did before. He was sweating, from the amount of alcohol in his system, and his eyes were beyond bloodshot.

“Jesus Rafe you look like shit. I left you for 15 fucking minutes! You look like you just went on a 3 day bender.” you spat out at him as he walked towards you. “And what are you gonna do about it?” He said cornering you. “I’m going home.” you said as you brushed past him. He grabbed your hand, harder than he tried to back at the house. “Oh come on Y/n, I’m just having a little fun. Don’t you wanna have fun?” he pulled you close to him whispering in your ear as he talked. “Fun? No. This isn’t fun. YOU aren’t fun when you’re like this.” you said trying to escape the tight grip he had on you. “Let go Rafe.” you said calmly. He started backing you up into the corner again, this time with a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. “You don’t want to have fun with me?” He said as he started to kiss your neck. “Rafe. Stop. We aren’t doing this here.” your voice was shaky. The way Rafe was acting was scary. All you could think about was all the warnings your friends tried to give you that you just ignored. Rafe was still nipping at your neck while running his hands through your hair. “Rafe get off. Im serious.” You said a little louder this time hoping that someone would hear. You could tell where this was going and you weren’t about to let that happen. “Rafe!” you yelled this time attempting to shove him off of you. As you started to shove, Rafe was pulled off of you. JJ.

“She said get off asshole!” JJ yelled as he swung at Rafe’s face. Great just what you needed. A scene at the biggest most formal party of the year. Rafe was not one to be messed with especially in the state he was in. Then again, neither was JJ. “JJ! Don’t!” you yelled really not wanting to see either one of them get hurt. Rafe swung back at JJ, and he swung hard. Fists were flying all over the place. JJ’s nose was bleeding, Rafe’s eye was swollen, but they just kept going. You knew that you should honestly just let them hash it out, but if you let them continue, one of them was really going to hurt. Plus, knowing JJ, he could’ve had the gun with him. “Guys! Stop! Please don’t do this!” as you stepped in in attempts to break up the fight, you felt Rafe’s elbow come in direct contact with your eye. “Holy shit! Y/n I didn’t-” rafe stopped as he was cut off by another punch to the jaw from JJ. “Do you feel like a big boy! Do you feel good now that you just gave her a black eye?! Fuck you bro! Fuck-” “JJ! STOP! I’m fine really. I swear just stop.” you yelled interjecting once again. The rage in JJ’s eyes was something you’d only seen in movies. “Jj look at me.” you tried getting him to look at you so you could break him out of the state of aggression he was in. Rafe stood back in shock that he really just hit you. It may have been an accident, but it wasn’t something that you were going to forget. JJ was right, you were most definitely going to have a black eye. “Jj.” you grabbed his hand and he directed his attention towards you as you pulled him away from Rafe.

“Y/n I really-” Rafe began as you turned around and got in his face cutting him off almost instantly. “No. You don’t get to talk to me anymore. If you would’ve just backed off when I told you too we wouldn’t be in this situation at all. You’re dangerous, and I cant do this anymore. We’re done Rafe. I’m done!” You said almost crying. You were so overwhelmed by what had just happened that your emotions were about to explode. “I’m dangerous? How about your little pogue friend over there? Huh? He put a gun to Topper’s head!” he shot back. JJ looked as if he could’ve thrown another punch at Rafe at any minute. “Well my ‘little pogue friend’ didn’t just punch me in the face did he?! You did. You got so fucked up that you couldn’t even chill out for 1 second! JJ put a gun to Topper’s head because if he didn’t you were going to let Topper drown John B. So yeah, you’re dangerous.” this time you were angry. As all the emotions ran through your body, there was no control over which ones were going to appear.

“Alright, fine! If you wanna be a bitch about this, be a bitch. I should’ve known better than to fuck around with a pogue.” he said is one of the most arrogant tones you had ever heard. You got as close as you could to Rafe so he could see the tears pooling in your eyes. You don’t know where it came from, but you raised your hand and slapped him across the face as hard as you could. JJ instantly came up from behind you and grabbed you by your waist as he pulled you back in fear that Rafe would swing for you on purpose this time. “Don’t you EVER call me a bitch EVER again, or I swear to god next time a gun is pulled on you, the trigger will be too!” you spat at him. You honestly don’t know where those words came from, but the thing that scared you is that you meant it. “Is that a threat?” Rafe said quietly as he stepped toward you. JJ pulled you back and told Rafe to back up while he whispered to you to relax. “You bet your ass it is.” JJ started walking the two of you away from Rafe as Rafe decided to speak up once again. “You’re fucking crazy!” he yelled down the hallway at you. You laughed with tears now streaming down your face. You turned around and looked him dead in the eyes. “And who’s fault do you think that is?” with that you and JJ walked out of the hallway and outside the nearest door you could find. You needed air, and you needed it fast.

JJ opened the closest door to outside that he could find and the second the cool outside air hit you, you fell to the ground and broke out into uncontrolled sobs. You always had a feeling that Rafe would end up breaking things off with the two of you but you never thought it would go down like that. JJ just stood there eyes wide. He had seen you upset before, but he had never seen you like this. You were broken. You sat there in the sand sobbing and mumbling a string of ‘oh my gods’ and ‘whys’ and you couldn’t stop. JJ kneeled down and just pulled you to his chest just holding you. He didn’t say a word, he just let you cry. The way he held you calmed you down little by little so you could at least catch your breath again. You looked up at him and gave him a little smile as he grabbed your face and you winced at the feeling of his finger resting underneath your swollen eye. “You need ice on this ASAP. I’m going to go get you some.” he said, sounding concerned as he stood up again. You nodded as he walked off but yelled out before he went inside “JJ. wait!” He stopped in his tracks and looked back at you. “If you see the others in there, please don’t say anything!” you cried. You didn’t need everyone knowing about this right now. If they knew now, they would cause a scene and ruin the night. You were going to tell them you just needed to process what the hell just happened. He nodded and went inside.

As you sat outside by yourself who just tried your hardest to breathe. Your heart was racing and you just needed to slow it down. You laid down in the sand and looked up at the stars and looked for the north star because you remembered Sarah saying “everything revolves around it” and that brought you a sense of comfort. Just as you found it JJ came back outside with ice for your eye. You sat back up and looked out at the water as he sat down next to you. He put his arm around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. The tears were still flowing but you weren’t crying anymore. The two of you sat in silence sighing back and forth. “I’m sorry for not stepping in sooner.” he said looking straight ahead. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just thankful you did.” you returned reliving the moment with Rafe in your head. His kisses on your neck were getting more aggressive, he was pulling your hair, his hands were wandering off to places that you didn’t want them to go. You started to cry again. “I was so scared JJ.” you buried your face in his shoulder once again letting small sobs out that you tried to hold back. “Shhh. I know. I know. It’s okay.” he was holding you again, his hand rubbing circles on your back. “He’s such an asshole! I feel like such an idiot! You all warned me about him! You all told me how awful he was and I just thought maybe you were wrong! I didn’t listen and I should’ve!” JJ shook his head and looked you in the eye “Hey stop. We knew he’s an asshole, that's a given, but the way he treated you tonight isn’t okay. It’s not your fault and you need to know that.” your head fell back to his shoulder and he laid his head on yours just before gently kissing your forehead.

You both just sat there in silence once again so you could catch your breath. “You know, you got pretty badass in there. That thing you said about pulling the trigger was intense.” JJ chuckled. You laughed a little at the thought of JJ thinking you were a badass. “The scary thing is, is I think I meant it.” you looked up at him. “Oh I know you meant it.” you both laughed. “You deserve better than him.” You looked up at him and slightly smiled at his comment. “I mean it. You deserve so much better. You have a lot to offer and people who can’t see that don’t deserve you.” something about this moment was different. As much as you loved JJ, you could both admit that he never said things that nice to anybody. “Thank you.” you said, smiling at him. He just nodded and looked back out at the water. “I’m sorry about all the shit I said about you and Rafe when you were with him. I should’ve just let you be happy, and for that I’m sorry.” He said, still looking out at the water. “It’s okay.” you said in awe that JJ maybank was actually apologizing for something. “No it’s not, I should have just supported you, but instead I just ran my mouth because in all honesty I was just jealous.” he rambled. “What?” you questioned. He was now looking away from you off in the distance. “I couldn’t stand seeing you with him. All I could think about was how much I wanted it to be me. Which is ridiculous and not a good reason to make you feel bad.” your heart started beating fast again, but this time in a good way. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you got no response. “JJ please look at me.” he looked at you and you noticed his eyes were pooled with tears. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey you shouldn’t be with him because you should be with me?’ I couldn’t say anything because I love you. And if I said that to you I would lose you. And that would hurt much worse than holding it in.” you looked at him in a way that you hadn’t looked at him before. He had never been this open with you about anything. There was a moment of silence before you did something you did not expect to do. You reached up and placed your hand on his cheek as you leaned in and kissed him. It was slow and sweet. It was nice. You opened your eyes to see his eyes on yours right as he kissed you back, placing his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. “It always should’ve been you.” You said before you sealed the moment with another kiss.

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that-was-anticlimactic · 4 years ago

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Yes hi, I'd love to know more about your tourettes sokka hc if you're up for it 👀 I'm starving for tourettes hcs so 👀

Oh boy oh boy oh boy!! I can talk about this SO MUCH (I will warn now, there will be some Zukka in this) okay so I guess I’ll start at the beginning...

Sokka was six when he started showing symptoms

It started with just some motor tics but everyone kind of just attributed it to this kid has a lot of energy ahhh

It became more noticeable when he kept almost killing himself with weapons because of his tics and slight carelessness

That’s one reason why he loves boomerang so much, none of the other weapons felt right to him and they would always get in the way of his tics, but he could throw boomerang and it would come back to him so he could keep throwing it and it made him feel calm

Then, Sokka started saying stuff that he didn’t mean to say, but again, everyone was just like hyper kid because it’s not like he was doing anything wrong

But they realized something was up when Sokka started yelling “FIRE NATION” without intending to and sending the whole tribe in a panic

So, Hakoda took Sokka to a nearby trustworthy Earth Kingdom village and that’s where Sokka got diagnosed with Tourette’s (and ADHD)

One of the things with Sokka is touch, like, he feels like touch is constricting and restraining sometimes. The problem is, he LOVES touch, he is a touchy person, but when someone touches him without telling him first or asking him, he doesn’t like it.

Sometimes he mentally shuts down when it happens, sometimes he tics more, the reaction depends on his anxiety levels and who touched him and when and where

The only people he gave a pass to was Kya and Katara. He didn’t even like it when Hakoda put a hand on his shoulder.

It was weird, he could feel the difference when Katara and Kya touched him compared to anyone else and he felt bad because he wanted his dad to hug him, but it felt so wrong

So, Sokka loves touch, but he likes to initiate it

So, moving forward, Sokka and Katara meet Aang, he’s the Avatar, they join and you know, there’s Aang the Avatar, Katara the Waterbender, and Sokka the guy with Tourette’s on the team

At least, that’s how they are known amongst the Fire Nation

Going undercover is so fun for Sokka, but he also has to be really conscious of what he’s doing and what he says and trying to suppress

It takes a lot out of him, but he knows he literally has to do it or he could get caught or expose them and Aang or Katara could get caught

On occasion, he has tic attacks (and for those who don’t know, they’re essentially a really bad TS day or moment where your tics are more consistent and seem to hurt more or you just have like an unending moment of tics where you just can’t stop for a little while. They are usually caused by anxiety or overstimulation or something like that, but they differ for everyone with TS)

The first time it happened in front of Aang, the sweet child panicked because he didn’t really understand what was happening and why Sokka was doing that and really what TS was

Katara is an angel, seriously. She is so sweet to Sokka when this happens and she knows exactly how to ground him and help him get through it

(Seriously, Sokka appreciates her so much. She is genuinely the one exception and anytime she wants a hug or any kind of touch she is allowed to do it)

the first time it happens in front of Toph when she joins is in Bitter Work when Sokka was in the hole

Just looking at Sokka in the whole sends my anxiety up because he literally can’t move! So like, imagine being in a hole for like five hours+ and needing to move like physically and you can feel the sensation in your body and it hurts and burns and tingles but you can’t. Sokka is not having a good time

So, Toph drags him out of the hole and is freaked out because she can’t see what’s happening and it’s scary because Sokka is making noises and hyperventilating and his heart rate is through the roof and Aang ran to get Katara and she can’t touch him because when she pulled him out of the hole he shrieked

She’s cool with it after that, she doesn’t think of him any less or anything, but it terrified her the first time because no one told her he had TS because they forgot to mention it and she couldn’t see what was happening

We all know that Sokka loves Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors with his whole entire heart and once they kicked his butt and helped him learn that sexism is bad, they were so fun to work with?? They taught him their style, obviously, but they also helped him incorporate his TS into it and how to use it to his advantage, something he had been struggling with his whole life

One of the things Sokka loved most about Yue is that she never even mentioned his sounds or movements she just let him do it without questioning him and that doesn’t happen a lot

I feel like Sokka having TS would make his time with Piandao even kore meaningful because he really struggles to keep his hands still so sword fighting does not come naturally to him

Piandao loves it though because it just makes Sokka even more clever and resourceful and he takes his time with Sokka, helping him as much as he can and never getting angry or anything when he can’t stand still

He also added more to what Sokka learned from the Kyoshi Warriors about incorporating his TS into his fighting and using it to his advantage

Not only was his sword an extension of his arm, but his TS was an extension as well

Did Toph and Aang help Sokka incorporate his tics into their scams? Yes, yes they did

Zuko joining the team was weird for Sokka because they kind of just clicked and he realized that they both have a weird thing with touch

On the balloon to Boiling Rock, Sokka is just comfortable around Zuko and his tics are like “cool yeah, have a break” and so he doesn’t tic and Zuko just “why aren’t you ticcing?”

and Sokka is ??? “Huh?”

and Zuko “You usually tic but you aren’t now. Why?”

and Sokka essentially explains that TS is weird and random and sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t, but he’s really comfortable and calm so his body is like “ye, let’s chill for now”

and Zuko is like “oh. that’s good. I kinda miss it though”

and Sokka d i e s because what?? Someone likes his tics enough to miss them? Like, they don’t annoy Zuko and he doesn’t tune them out?

and the bender goes on to explain that he likes the noises, they remind him that he is doing the right thing and that he’s here and he didn’t hurt team Avatar and they’re just comfortable / pleasing to the ear

and Sokka DIES

but then Zuko is like mmm maybe you should stay in the balloon and I’ll go to Boiling Rock and Sokka got pissed because he thinks Zuko said it because he’s a nonbender and he starts panicking and ticcing and Zuko panics and kind of just grabs his hand and Sokka... Sokka doesn’t hate it? Like, it feels nice and doesn’t agitate him?

but Zuko was like no I mean because everyone in the Fire Nation guard knows about the guy on team Avatar with TS and I don’t want you to get hurt

At one point in the prison courtyard, Sokka verbally tics really loudly about the moon and some guards hear and head to where they are so Zuko covers for him by screaming about how much he loves the moon

One of the worst moments in Sokka’s life was when Toph was falling and he grabbed her, but he wanted to tic and he knew that if he did, Toph would fall and die and he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t

(he still has nightmares about it happening)

when Sokka becomes an ambassador, some people are pissed because well 1) Watertribe 2) he’s a child 3) they suck 4) they think he’s distracting with his tics and Zuko is not here for it so he will destroy them

Like one time (after they started dating) Zuko overheard some councilors mocking Sokka’s tics and he got PISSED like so pissed and he went off and the found Sokka and hugged him because he is allowed to

oh! Sokka and Zuko’s thing is like hand-holding okay? They both kind of hate it because weird touch stuff, but it’s okay when they do it to each other?? Like, it feels right and like they’re completed and whole and it’s nice

before they start dating, they kind of do it a lot. Like, night before Zuko’s coronation, Sokka finds Zuko and he’s freaking out because what if he ends up like his dad and Sokka kind of just... grabs his hand and they sit there

Sokka is panicking because chronic pain and the cold of home makes it worse and Zuko finds him crying in the library and just... holds his hand

Zuko keeps little things on him all the time like paperclips and paper and writing utensils and things that click and buttons and stuff so if Sokka looks stressed during a meeting he can slip something under the table to him so he can play with it

Sokka also draws a lot during meetings, like, he doesn’t look at anyone throughout the whole meeting, even when he talks. He is able to focus more and pay more attention when he is doing something with his hands so he draws and doodles and sometimes takes notes

Sometimes he just writes the same word or sentence over and over again throughout the whole meeting

Sokka has sensory issues and a lot of noise stresses him out

It’s kind of the opposite of Zuko’s sensory issues? Like, Zuko doesn’t like loud noises and Sokka doesn’t like kind of static-y noises, like... when things sound muffled or muted or people are talking kind of quietly over each other

(Zuko definitely gives Sokka massages when his tics hurt a lot)

Random, but after awhile “yip yip” became a verbal tic of Sokka’s. Sometimes, he would say “you need to yip yip” and then he’d apologize to Appa and tell him that he’s yipping just fine

Toph is kind of like Zuko in how she likes Sokka’s verbal tics

She can’t see-see, but hearing his tics is nice sometimes, especially when she worries

She likes falling asleep to some of his tics

Even though Katara and Zuko are allowed to touch him whenever they want, more often than not they ask first because friendship is magic

Suki is lovely, okay? Like, just her presence is enough to make him feel better and she approaches helping him in a different way, she just talks to him and asks him questions to help him take his mind off of it

Sokka really doesn’t hate his TS, like, yeah, sometimes it pisses him off more than he can even explain, but it’s a part of him and as much as he cherishes when he can sit still, it’s wrong, it’s not him? He sits weirdly in chairs and changes his position every two minutes, he rocks his legs in his sleep, he sometimes even finds his own tics grounding...

Over time and with help from his friends, he learned to not be ashamed and that having TS didn’t make him ant less of a warrior

also, he, Toph, and Zuko are the disabled club✌🏻(and it makes them feel better sometimes in their own little way)

I have a lot more I could say but this is already pretty long, so I’ll end this sweet with Katara is amazing and Sokka’s relationship with her is wonderful and she knows how to help him with his tics in the way that Zuko does and can help center him like no one else and Sokka just loves her so much

Okay! Ah! That was kind of a lot but I hope you like them! Anyone can feel free to add more to this or lemme know if you have any ideas!

Thank you for the ask! I enjoyed writing these:)

#avatar the last airbender #Sokka #sokka avatar #zukka #Zuko #Katara #zukka but tourettes and a healthy dose of angst #but what if... sokka has tourettes #Tourette’s syndrome #Sokka with Tourette’s #self projection? who is she🤭#atla headcanons #atla #atla sokka #corey rambles:)#corey tics:)

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lockefanfic · 4 years ago

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White Silk

Parts One, Two, and Three of this series of oneshots.

There were only few moments in your life when you truly cared about the weather.

Once when your much-anticipated camping trip was spent inside your tents hiding from a torrential downpour. Another time when your apartment’s air conditioning broke down during an unprecedented heat wave. A final time when icy roads brought you close to you wrapping your car around a tree.

This was another one of those moments. Outside, what seemed like the storm of the century battered the building relentlessly, turning the day into a dark, stormy mess.

Inside, however, Lee Jieun somehow still managed to shine.

She was utterly beautiful - no, beautiful seemed inadequate to describe the sight. She stands with her back half turned to you, her perfect silhouette framed by the window. And while it is dark and stormy outside, she somehow still manages to glow, her very presence seeming to battle against the gloom that pervaded the rest of the day, seeming to defy it, seeming to tell it “No, your rain and clouds will not dim my brightness.”

She turns when you enter the room - and time slows to a crawl. It was like one of those moments in the movies when the female lead meets the male lead for the first time. As she turns her head, her hair, unstyled and seemingly also unbrushed but somehow still flawless, whips carelessly over her bare shoulder, almost as if in slow motion - a shampoo commercial come to life.

Wrapped around her lithe, thin frame is a white silk dress. Made of the finest of materials and woven by the most talented of seamstresses, it is almost a work of art in and of itself - but without the young woman on whom it draped it is little more than a useless scrap of overpriced fabric. No, the woman made the dress, and not the other way around. It is she that makes the dress beautiful.

From the second you met her so many years ago you’d thought she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever met - but right now, as a bride on her wedding day, you knew she’d never been more beautiful. All women are beautiful - but on their wedding day they glow just a little brighter.

Jieun’s eyes meet yours. A glimpse of a surprised reaction - one she quickly hides. She opens her mouth to speak, and you expect some eloquent, powerful observation on the storm raging outside, and how it will not affect her spirits.

“I need some fucking alcohol,” she spits.

You smirk a little at her first words of the day to you. She looked like a princess, but sometimes she had the tongue of a sailor.

“Sorry,” you answer as you step towards her, “there’s no bar on the premises, unfortunately, although I hear the reception will have one. Cash bar, though, so best hit up an ATM before arriving.”

Jieun sighs and returns her attention to staring out the window. You feel the room get a little dimmer as she takes her attention away from you.

“Of course not. Nothing today can go right, apparently.”

You stand beside her, staring out the same window at the angry grey skies and the seemingly endless torrential downpour.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she says after a few shared seconds watching the raindrops trace random patterns on the glass.

“You’re not exactly kicking me out.”

Jieun scoffs. “Well everything else today is going horribly wrong so yeah, why the hell not have you show up?”

“What else is going wrong, exactly?”

“The photographer came down with a cold, so the best we can muster is my cousin and his fucking iPhone. The hair and makeup artist I hired is stuck in traffic on the other side of the city and probably won’t make it here on time, which is why I currently look like a fucking college student on the wrong end of a weed bender. The florist thought the wedding was tomorrow, so the only flowers we have are those sad looking almost-dead bouquets from the fucking gas station. Oh, and the reception hall had a goddamn double booking and neglected to tell us that the banquet hall won’t be available until 10pm, once the fucking high school math olympics has finished its awards ceremony!”

You frown. There wasn’t really much you could do to ameliorate the situation.

“Clusterfuck and a half,” you state.

“Clusterfuck and three quarters,” she counters, “coming real close to two full clusterfucks. Compared to all the bullshit that’s already gone down today, yeah, fuck it, you may as well be here, even when you very clearly shouldn’t be. I’m getting married today, if you didn’t notice.”

You glance over to her for the first time, and even though she is currently wearing a frown on her cute little features, you are nonetheless still struck by her beauty. Such a cheesy thing to admit to - being awestruck by a woman. It was something that surely only happened in books and movies and on Netflix; surely in real life no woman could ever be so beautiful as to render a man temporarily physically paralyzed.

But Lee Jieun had a way of doing that to you. She did it when she walked into the busy downtown Korean barbeque place that your mutual friend had dragged her to on that fateful day so many years ago. She did it when she just so happened to sit next to you, and again when she reached out her slim, pale hand and introduced herself with a cute handshake and a blinding smile.

And she did it every single day you’d met her since. Today was no different, even if it was one of the most important days of her life.

“I overheard one of the bridesmaids saying you weren’t doing so well,” you say. “I had to make sure you were going to make it up the aisle.”

“Well I feel nauseous as fuck at the moment so I might make it up there only to barf all over the goddamn groom when I get to the altar.”

“What a lucky guy.”

“Damn straight. He gets to spend his entire life boning this hot piece,” she says with an exaggerated flourish of her hand over her body that was more sarcastic than serious, a deadpan frown on her face.

“I’m jealous,” you say.

Jieun buries her face in her hands, where she lets out a long sigh.

“Are you sure you don’t have a shot of soju in your jacket or something?”

“No,” you say. “I do have these, though.”

“I swear to god if you’re referring to your balls I’m gonna punch-”

When she lifts her head from her hands, she finds you with your arms wide open and the cheesiest of smiles on your face.

It begins slowly - just a slight crack of an upward tilt at the corners of her mouth, like a small ray of light piercing dark clouds. Eventually her soft pink lips and cute cheeks follow suit, and soon the metaphorical clouds part, her face surrendering to the reluctant smile and short chuckle that she allows to escape her mouth along with an adorable little snort.

She steps forward into your embrace, and you wrap your arms tightly around each other.

“You’ve always been there for me,” she says, her words muffled by your chest.

“I always will be.”

“Even when I’m married?”

“Especially when you’re married. Married guys can be dicks.”

Jieun chuckles again, and the soft vibration of her laugh against your chest makes your heart sing. She presses herself closer against you, as though she were fleeing from the accumulating problems of the day and had just found a hiding spot in your arms.

“How much time do I have?” she asks, barely audible.

“About an hour or so, I’d say,” you reply. Only a few of the guests had arrived and the groomsmen and bridesmaids were occupied with putting out the myriad of little fires that came up during weddings. There was still some time to yourselves before the start of the show.

“Then kiss me,” she says, lifting her head from your chest.

Time slows again. Time moves slowly, almost incrementally slowly, as you bend your head to kiss her.

It felt so wrong, so dangerous - but it also felt so right, so perfect. You should not have been there, not on her wedding day, mere minutes before she was to walk down the aisle. You could have, and perhaps should have, been anywhere but here.

But Jieun had always had that hold over you. You didn’t think yourself whipped for any other woman in your life, but when Jieun called you answered - no questions asked. You hated yourself for it sometimes, hated that a woman could have such overwhelming control over you, could have you wrapped around her finger like she did.

But one smile - and sometimes, one kiss - was all it took to remind you why you did it: you were in love with her.

The kiss deepens, becoming something more passionate, more needy. Tongues begin to explore familiar mouths and find their counterparts willing and ready to touch and taste. Hands tighten around torsos. Hips press against hips. The bride tries to find solace from a day of ruined plans in the kiss and embrace of a man that meant so much to her.

You are happy to leave it there - merely seeing her was already probably a mistake - but Jieun was never one to stop things she had started. She breaks the kiss and pulls at the back of your head until your mouth is on her neck, and you begin devouring the sweet, pale flesh there with your hungry lips and tongue. She cranes her neck up and back, offering up more of herself to you.

Her hands slip between your bodies to work at your belt, which she quickly undoes.

“Here..?” you manage to gasp in between kisses. She was taking your breath away, again, although this time for another reason.

“Here,” she snaps, as though she were surprised you would even dare to ask, “Everything else is going wrong. I need this now. I need you now. Fuck me like you always do. One last time.”

Before you could say anything further she has you out of your boxers, her slim fingers suddenly cold and chilly around your quickly hardening shaft. Soon she has you at full stiffness. It doesn’t take you long. It never did. Especially not now, given the circumstances. Given the knowledge that the hand wrapped around your shaft and pumping it up and down would soon have a shiny diamond ring on it for the rest of her life.

You groan into her neck as the pleasure she is conjuring inside your body begins to overtake your senses. You feel her cheeks move against the side of your face - a wicked smile on an angel’s lips.

You are content to let her have her way with you, but you are reminded of her request - to fuck her the way you always did. And when you fucked, you were the one in control. Her innocent, girl-next-door exterior belied the fact that she loved to be taken, loved to be called names and used - and you weren’t one to disappoint her, even today, on this most important of days. You hated yourself sometimes for how much control she had over you in your day-to-day life; but you relished the fact that in your most intimate moments the roles were very much reversed.

You bring your hands to her shoulders and turn her around until she is facing the wall. She lets out a gasp of surprise - one that turns into a low moan as you press yourself, and your stiff shaft, against her. She braces herself against the glass, her forearms and palms flat against it.

Your hands, still on her shoulders, trace the top edge of the perfect white dress wrapped around her like a second skin. When they reach the front of her dress, you grasp the top edge and pull downward.

Jieun gasps as you pull the dress down to expose her breasts, and you grin devilishly over her shoulder as you watch her reflection in the glass as her small, perfect round mounds bounce free from their silk prison. Before she can react further your hands are already on them, squeezing them none too gently, enjoying the feel of her body molding itself into your hands, her already stiffened nipples poking between your fingers.

“You gonna let me fuck you on your wedding day, Jieun?” you hiss into her ear.

“Fuck yes,” she hisses, her breath a mist upon the glass, “I want you to fuck me right fucking now.”. She reaches down, pulling her long, flowing skirt up to bunch it around her waist. It takes her a while - her skirt is so long - but soon the pale, perfect round cheeks of her pert little ass are laid bare, your cock pressing impatiently against her lower back.

You smirk at the sight of her, the perfect little bride on her wedding day, now a wanton, needy little thing, begging for it, begging to be fucked in a dress that was supposed to symbolize her innocence with its pure color. She wasn’t even wearing underwear, as though she knew this would happen, was expecting to be fucked wearing this dress.

“Fuck me,” she snaps, as though every moment you kept her waiting was making her more and more upset. “Fuck me please. I’m so wet for you.”

“Such a slutty little bride,” you observe. ‘So wet and hot already, and I’ve barely touched you.” You pinch her nipples. She sighs. You grin at the sight of her in her pristine white dress, an angel engaged in an act that was not at all angelic.

“Fuck yes. I’m such a slut. Such a slutty little bride. Now fuck me!”

“You want to get fucked against this glass in your pretty little white wedding dress?”

“Mmmm!” Jieun gasps, every sound that leaves her throat dripping now with need, “Please, fuck me now. Fuck this bride’s tight little pussy until you cum in it.”

You let go of her breasts, but not before giving her stiff nubs one last pinch that elicits a sharp gasp from her throat. Your right hand drifts to your cock, you line up your tip with her entrance, and within moments you slip inside Lee Jieun’s body.

You’d had her plenty of times, but today is different - and you wonder if perhaps the circumstances and the sheer audacity of what you were doing somehow added to the way she felt around you. She was slick and hot and wet and so, so very tight. It almost drove you insane to be inside her. Judging by the way her fingers curled against the hard glass, seeking something to claw into as she is filled with your cock - Jieun felt the same.

“Fuck,” she hisses, the curse word leaving her mouth in a breathy sigh. You both take a moment to savor the sensations - hers of being filled, yours of her wet, hot body wrapping itself around your stiff, aching shaft.

You don’t waste any time. You had little to waste, nor did you have any desire to deny yourself the pleasure her body promised. When you withdraw your shaft from between her round cheeks to find it glistening with her juices, you quickly drive yourself back in - this time to the hilt.

Soon you are fucking Lee Jieun against the glass, her naked breasts pressed against it, stiff nipples crushed against the cold surface as she is taken roughly, your cock pumping in and out of her wet, slick pussy at a frantic pace.

If she had problems with the liberties you were taking on her body she was not showing it. Her reactions told you much the opposite - that she loved each thrust into her needy pussy, loved feeling you piston in and out of her at the quick, hard pace you had set for yourselves.

“Oh my… oh my fucking god,” she hisses, her face pressed now against the glass, a soft mist forming on it with each hot breath that leaves her lips. “Fuck me, fuck me like this.”

You are almost afraid to look down, almost afraid to watch your cock pump in and out of her needy body - but you eventually tear your eyes from her pleasure-stricken face to glance down between your torsos.

Her juices are flowing freely, lathering your stiff shaft with a thick sheen of her slick, glistening wetness. Her lips grip every inch of your shaft, parting softly to welcome it in with each thrust, grasping it tightly with each withdrawal as though not wanting to let it go. You reach down and squeeze her tight little ass with both hands, filling your hands with her cheeks, parting them slightly to give you a better view of each thrust of your cock into her slick, wet pussy.

“Oh… oh fuck!” she gasps as you reach a new depth, bottoming out your thrusts now as you fill her with every inch of you, filling the mewling young bride as deeply as you could with stiff cock.

“Fucking take my cock, Jieun,” you snap, bringing your hand up to her chin to tilt it toward you. “Fucking take it.”

“Y-yes! Fuck me… I’m yours. I’m yours!”

The filth of her words, of her submission to you, would have been pleasurable any other time. But now, mere minutes from her marriage - it meant something more, something more perverse - and something more deliciously sinful.

You reach around her torso to grasp a round breast with your free hand, finding her stiff nipple and teasing it at first before pinching and twisting the sensitive bud. You turn her face toward you with the hand on her chin, wanting to watch as every thrust into her body twisted her small, adorable face with little spasms of pleasure. For a few long, delicious minutes you fuck the mewling, squirming young bride against the glass, the pleasure you both found in each others’ bodies far outweighing the filthy wickedness of your act.

“Is your husband going to fuck you like this every single day? Fuck your needy, slutty little pussy whenever he wants?”

“Y-yes!” she manages to gasp, her words interrupted by each thrust of your cock into her juicy pussy, “Yes… whenever… wherever… however he wants!”

“And you want my cum dripping down your legs while you walk down the aisle? While you get married?”

“Yes! Oh fuck please I want it, I want your cum inside me, I want it dripping out of my pussy oh please oh fuck, cum inside me oh fuck cum inside me please, fill my pussy, fill me with cum, fuck me, fuck me, oh, oh I’m cumming, oh--!”

You always dreaded Jieun’s orgasm during sex, because it was so powerful, so overwhelming - not only for her, but for the both of you. And it usually meant that you came soon after.

Jieun turns into a mewling, quivering mess of flesh, held up against the glass only by your hands on her chin and breast - and the cock still pistoning in and out of her pulsating pussy. You fuck her through her orgasm even as you feel your own beckoning, concentrating on each thrust, pushing yourself as deep as you can inside the young bride before pulling out only far enough to thrust right back inside her.

The random pulsating of her slick pussy, the wordless cries of pleasure brought upon her by her orgasm, and the soft breast in your hand - it all combined to push you dangerously close to the edge. But the thought of it - of fucking this needy young woman mere moments before her wedding - and at her demand, no less - it pushed you right over it.

You push yourself as deep inside her as you can go before you finally allow your orgasm to overtake your senses. Your mind tunnels, becoming focused solely on your pulsating cock as it spurts hot, thick semen deep inside Jieun’s tightly gripping pussy. The bride gasps - a soft, lustful sound - with each rope of cum that splashes into her depths, each stream further adding to the mess you’d made inside her body.

You both spend a long minute trying your best to piece your realities back together after your respective orgasms have shattered it, both reduced to heavily breathing, barely standing masses of suddenly weak flesh. It was a quick little session - not more than a few minutes from her first kiss to your mutual orgasm - but it still left you both exhausted, chests heaving in an attempt to refill lungs drained of air.

You reach up, tilt her chin to yours once more, and you give her a kiss - one that was more affectionate than perhaps either of you were ready for, but one you find her returning willingly and passionately.

Slowly you draw your softening shaft out of her body, and Jieun tries her best to clean herself up and look presentable, doing her best to look as though she didn’t just have rough sex minutes before walking down the aisle.

There is a knock on the door. It opens just wide enough for the maid of honor to poke her head inside - and you are thankful that she didn’t decide to do so a few minutes earlier, lest she catch you fucking the bride against the glass. She gives you a quizzical look.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?” she asks.

“I think we’ve used up all our bad luck for today, Nayeon,” Jieun answers. “What’s a little more bullshit on top of the shit sundae that is our wedding plans?”

Nayeon frowns, confused by the bride’s nonchalance towards the day’s ruined plans. “Aish. Anyway, the makeup lady is here. And one of the groomsmen managed to track down a photographer. One of you should talk to him.”

“Thank you, Nayeon. We’ll just be a few minutes,” you reply.

The maid of honor gives you both a look before she closes the door behind her.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Jieun says.

“Me neither.”

“I’ll see you up there. You’re walking down that aisle first. Try not to trip.”

“Try not to drip.”

Jieun gives you a punch in the arm, but her hand lingers there for a moment, before sliding down and grasping your hand in hers.

“I love you,” she says.

“And I, you,” you reply.

You kiss her, and the peck on the lips turns into a soft but passionate kiss. She gives one last look out the window and the cloudy, stormy weather that continued unabated outside, although it all seemed to matter a little less to the both of you.

“Let’s go get married,” she says, the smile on her lips all the sunshine you ever needed.

Author’s Note: Short but hopefully sweet. :) I had to sneak in an “I, you” (IU) reference in there somewhere lol.

So I felt kind of bad about the way Green Silk ended and wanted to have a similar twist but this time with a happy ending lol. Also lol at maid of honor Nayeon, I bet being IU’s maid of honor would be a dream come true for her haha.

#kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #male reader #pov smut #lee jieun #iu

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rwprincess · 4 years ago

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Breakfast Club: Brian x Fem!Reader Canon Prologue

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Oh man, this is the first fanfic I’ve posted in a long, long time. So, I hope you enjoy it. There’s just not a lot of Brian Johnson x Reader fiction, so I thought I’d make my own. This one is like a “prologue” and I hope to write more. It’s as canon as possible, with many lines (that I obviously do not own) taken directly from the film.

Word Count: 10k

CW: Drugs, Child abuse, Foul language/slurs, Sexuality (nothing outside the scope of the original film, but this includes assault and mention of rape).

Reader-insert short hand:

Y/N: Your name Y/N/N: Your nickname E/C: eye color

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At ten minutes to seven, you approached Shermer High School, bundled up in your sweater and surrounding coat and scarf. The morning was bitterly cold, despite the green grass blossoming, as it was still the end of March in a Midwestern state. You gingerly followed a boy up the steps; he was wearing a Varsity jacket and walked with a straight spine, full of confidence. You had just watched two other students walk in as well, although you were far enough behind them that you couldn’t tell who they were.

As you entered the library behind the jock, you noticed a girl with short, trendy red hair waiting for him at a table in her brown leather coat and matching gloves. You recognized her easily as Claire Standish, as she was one of the most popular girls at school: wealthy and beautiful. What shocked you however, was the person standing behind her, tall and lanky. For some reason, Brian Johnson was here. He was the absolute last person you would expect to have any kind of punishment, let alone a Saturday detention. The sight of him made you freeze momentarily. You had had a class with Brian first semester of Freshman year, and while you had never spoken to him, you had developed a crush on him during that year and continued to spot him through the halls in the time that had followed. And each time, the same butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach now had pelted you whenever you saw him. There was just something about his kindness, his intelligence, those deep blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, and his large, wide hands...the whole package just made you weak in the knees.

In a moment of panic, you quickly darted to the front table on the opposite side of the aisle from Brian. You set your belongings down just in time to see legendary ‘criminal’ John Bender walk in nonchalantly. He coolly strode past the librarian’s desk, still wearing his sunglasses as he ran his hand over the desk surface, knocking over items and taking catalog cards with him. You watched slyly as he approached Brian’s table and snapped his fingers to move him from the spot. Considering Bender was notorious for having detentions, you figured it was “his spot,” but couldn’t help but feel for Brian. That is...until you realized that he moved to sit directly behind you, and then your focus shifted to his presence as you sat up straight, feeling heat flush your senses. As you adjusted, a girl wearing all black quickly strode past the outside of the desks and sat down with a huff, facing away from everyone.

A moment later, the terror that was Principal Vernon entered the room and chilled the atmosphere. He began establishing rules: no talking, no moving, no sleeping. He even knocked Bender’s feet off of a desk only for Bender to put them back up less than a minute later. Vernon said that you all were to try “something different” this detention; Write an essay describing who you were in 1,000 words.

“I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?”

“Crys-tal.”

“Good. So, maybe you’ll decide whether or not you care to return-” Vernon started, and you heard a slight shuffle behind you as Brian stood up. You turned to glance at him.

“Um, you know, I can answer that right now, sir. And that would be a no for me-”

“Sit down.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile. While you had mostly observed Brian as your crush on him developed, rather than taking an active role in, you know, talking to him, you knew that this was very much within his character. It gave you another flutter inside.

Immediately after Vernon exited the library, you heard an odd clicking sound. You realized you weren’t the only one as the jock and Claire turned their heads. You did as well, to see the girl in black biting her knuckle on her thumb. Bender made some comment about her not being hungry for lunch, and that he’d seen her around; This was the most pleasant conversation you’d witnessed Bender make with someone. You had had a couple of classes with him here and there, when he happened to show up. You generally kept your distance and ran in different social circles, but you also knew that he wasn’t all bad and that probably half of his so-called ‘exploits’ were just rumors. You started to write your name at the top of your paper for your essay when he started humming Smoke on the Water, and then claimed he was going to piss right there in the library! You turned towards him to see if he was serious and saw Claire turn away from him mouthing “oh my God” and caught a glimpse of Brian leaning forward to look under Bender’s desk to see if this were really happening. You turned and quirked an eyebrow at him and he smiled sheepishly, braces and all, and glanced away. You heard the jock threaten Bender about “urinating in here, man,” which just seemed…odd? Bender dismissed it, but then turned to Brian,

“Hey, homeboy.” Brian gestured to himself and Bender nodded, “Why don’t you go close that door and we’ll get the prom queen impregnated?” You grit your teeth at the thought. Okay, maybe less than half of his exploits were rumors. That was a pretty revolting thing to say, and you couldn’t help but feel jealousy and disgust prick your skin at the idea of Brian doing such a thing.

You missed part of the heated exchange between the sport, Bender, and Claire, but you heard Brian butt in, trying to be the peacemaker, “Uh excuse me fellas, I think we should just write our papers.” You couldn’t help but think it was sweet and tried to take his advice, but Bender kept picking at it until,

“Level with me, Sporto. Do you slip her the hot beef injection?”

“Enough!” the jock snapped

“Go to hell!” Claire yelled, and Vernon called out but didn’t actually come to investigate. You sat tensed, listening to the others and glancing at the door to see if Vernon would enter, when something the Sport said caught you off-guard,

“You know, Bender, you don’t even count. If you disappeared forever it wouldn’t make any difference. You may as well not even exist anymore.” You looked uneasily at him, then John, and then away. It seemed overly harsh. Even though Bender was a jerk, he deserved to exist and be treated as a human. Bender tried to cover up his pain by saying he would join clubs and become a popular kid. While he was debating Claire and the other boy, you heard Brain mumbling softly and you looked back at him.

His blue eyes met yours and he said, “I’m in the Physics Club.” You gave him a soft smile and nodded, joining in.

“I’m in the Drama Club.” Just then, Bender interrupted and asked Brian what he was ‘babbling’ about. Brian explained he was in the Latin Club, the Math Club, and the Physics Club. You couldn’t help but admire the fact that he was so smart and so dedicated. You also made a mental note that you needed a math tutor anyway…But Bender twisted it to be an insult to the others, that they weren’t a part of academics clubs and clearly would never include Brian in any of their activities. And, well, he wasn’t wrong. Then he teased the jock for wrestling as a sport and wearing tights. Brian’s face lit up, and warmed you to your core. “You wear tights?”

“No, I don’t wear tights. I wear the required uniform.”

“Tights.” Brian said raising his eyebrows and smirking, his braces catching the light just so. He seemed proud to have pulled a zinger on the jock and you giggled. All right, maybe this detention was shaping up to not be so bad after all.

*~~~~*

For whatever reason, Bender decided to take a screw out of the door. He had to know that Vernon would notice, that it would cause some trouble. But you didn’t expect it to escalate the way that it did. Bender earned two months worth of Saturday detentions, with a condescending “you’ll come here instead of going to prison” on top. Immediately after Vernon left the library, Bender yelled, “Fuck you!” and you were surprised that Vernon didn’t come back in. You all sat in stunned silence for quite some time, but that eventually gave way to boredom. You drummed your fingers on your desk and looked over to Claire, who was daydreaming and licking her lips, which you thought was weird, but the boy sitting next to her was playing with the strings of his sweatshirt, so who’s to judge? You leaned back against your chair to stretch, your chest pushing forward. You then turned in your seat to try to get your back to pop and noticed Brian look from you, stretching, to Claire, and then shift in his seat and put his head down. That also seemed unusual to you, but then you noticed the girl in the back of the room had made her finger purple and Bender had lit his shoe on fire, so you hastily turned around. Over the next hour or so, everyone engaged in different activities until you all couldn’t help but nod off to sleep. Vernon came storming in at about 10:20 and demanded that you wake up. He took you each to the bathroom (or as he called it, “the lavatory”) like some kind of prison guard. When you returned to the library and Vernon left again, Bender started tearing up a book and seemed interested when Claire corrected him about the pronunciation of the author, Molière, but threw the pages at Brian when he commented,

“I love his work.” This was a blessing in disguise for you though. Brian backed away from Bender and Claire’s conversation and joined you, browsing a catalogue. “Hey” he said softly with a nod.

“Hi,” you smiled back. You were about to add more to the conversation when you heard the girl in black let out a startling “HA” and you jumped.

The jock, who you had come to learn was named Andrew Clark, or Andy, was telling Claire that her problems with her parents didn’t matter. He sarcastically coughed, “Oh, you’re breaking my heart.” Before Bender jumped in to defend her, you saw Brian look amongst them nervously.

“Sporto?” Bender asked, “Do you get along with your parents?”

“Well, if I say yes I’m an idiot right?” Andrew responded. Bender leapt over the ramp’s banister and looked down at him, face-to-face.

“You’re an idiot anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents, then you’re a liar too.” Bender told him and then stalked away. Andrew followed and shoved him, telling him that if they weren’t at school, he would “waste him.” You stood on the ramp, shocked, and didn’t notice Brian walking over to Bender and Andy until he was between them. Bender was flipping Andy the bird and Brian put his hand on either boys’ shoulder. They smacked his hands away, making you flinch with worry.

“I, I don’t like my parents either,” Brian offered, and you felt your heart sink in your chest for him. You supposed it was fairly universal. You personally got along pretty well with your mom, but your dad had left years ago, so that probably balanced it out in a way. But to know that Brian was dealing with something at home crushed you just a little. “I don’t know. Their idea of parental compassion is just...whacko.”

“Dork? You are a parent’s wet dream, okay?” Bender said, clapping him on the shoulder and walking away. You probably wouldn’t have put it so crudely, but that was exactly why what Brian said seemed unsettling to you. His parents should appreciate him. He was smart and kind and other than today (for reasons unknown), he stayed out of trouble. He was a dream to you, anyway. “...face it, you're a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie. What would you be out doing if you weren’t making yourself a better citizen?” Bender concluded. Brian slumped forward on the table, obviously defeated by Bender’s insult. You started to make your way down the ramp towards him, and then you placed a hand tentatively on his shoulder.

“You okay?” Your (e/c) eyes found his and you gave him a reassuring half smile. He sat up and shrugged off his emotion, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Bender started to lay into Claire, “Are you a virgin? I’ll bet you a million dollars you are.” You looked away from Brian quickly and crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly uncomfortable. You happened to look in the direction of the other girl and saw that she was looking away too, especially as Bender asked more detailed questions. Andrew told Bender to stop, and he walked over the desk towards him, the two stopped in front of you and Brian, who was still sitting on his desk. You noticed him gulp as they became confrontational. Bender swung his arm up to hit Andy in the face and Andy grabbed him in response. You jumped back as much as you could, but then you noticed that Brian’s green-sleeved-arm had reflexively moved in front of you to block you from the fight. Andrew wrestled Bender to the floor but let him go. Brian put his arm back down as Bender stood up and said “I don’t want to get into this with you man...cuz I’d kill you.” Bender began backing up, and you saw Brian start to scoot away, so you moved to give him more room. You both turned to watch Bender as he said, “It’s real simple. I’d kill you and then your fucking parents would sue me and it would be a big mess, and I don’t care about you enough to bother.” Your jaw dropped. You had been in classes with Bender before. He was disruptive and a vast underachiever but you never would have thought he could be a murderer. You noticed that Brian hung his head down and seemed to be thinking.

“Bullshit.” Andy said, but then you all turned your heads at a click. Bender had pulled out a switchblade. Your throat became dry and your heart raced. You never would have suspected… Andrew looked worried, but then Bender stabbed his knife into a chair and Andy continued, “Let’s get this straight, you don’t talk to her, you don’t look at her, you don’t even think about her, you understand me?” The door opened shortly after and everyone feared that it could be Vernon, scrambled to sit. Bender took your spot so that he was no longer behind Andy, so you quickly sat next to Brian. However, it was just the janitor, Carl who came in.

“Brian, how ya doin’?” Carl asked. Brian averted his widened eyes quickly.

“Your dad work here?” Bender inquired with a smirk and Brian shook his head. “Carl, can I ask you a question? How does one become a janitor?”

“You want to become a janitor?” Carl responded, incredulously

“No, I just want to know how one becomes one. Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts.” Bender ended with a condescending, shit-eating smirk.

“Oh really?” Carl posed, “You guys think I’m some untouchable peasant, serf, peon? Maybe so. But following a broom around after shitheads like you for the last eight years, I’ve learned a couple of things.” Carl took a moment to look over to you “I look through your letters.” You froze. You know you had written to girl friends about your crush before. And Carl seemed like he was making a point to look at you. You shifted unconsciously away from Brian. “I look through your lockers.” Now it was Bender's turn to panic. You saw him stiffen and sit up. “I listen to your conversations. You don’t know that but I do. I am the eyes and the ears of this institution, my friend.” Carl’s demeanor seemed to change to being more pleasant and laidback, “By the way. That clock is twenty minutes fast.” He chuckled as he left the library.

As Carl left, Bender stood up and turned towards you and Brian. You looked at him with wide-eyes. You’d never feared him before, but today he had been so unpredictable that you didn’t know what to think or expect. He jerked his head back towards your seat and implied that you could move back as he was making his way back to where he started. “I’m good for now,” you said, stealing a glance at Brian that made Bender raise an eyebrow. “Thanks for not dicking with my stuff though,” you offered, jokingly.

“Oh, shit.” Bender said “Do you think I should steal something or has the moment passed?” and then he gave you a smirk and strode back to his seat. ‘Carl must have put him in a good mood.’ you thought. “So,” he called over to you “you’ve been pretty quiet, what’s your name?”

You blinked, but a voice that wasn’t your own answered for you. Brian told him your name, which you weren’t even sure he knew or remembered. Bender looked like he was processing that, weighing whether or not he wanted to tease Brian for that or not. Instead, he just asked “Is that true? Is that your name?”

You nodded and said “Yeah, (Y/N). Or, I guess you could call me (Y/N/N) if you want.” And he turned his focus back to the other girl, the one he said earlier didn’t talk but he’d seen her around. “What’s yours?”

“Allison.” And that’s all she said before scribbling rapidly at something on her desk. After a beat, you turned to Brian and whispered to him,

“Thank you, for earlier. I mean, blocking me when those two were getting into it.” You slyly gestured toward Andy and Bender, trying not to let them know you were talking about them.

“N-no problem.” Brian whispered back, his lips twitching as he tried to suppress a smile and act cool.

*~~~~*

At 11:30, Vernon came in to tell you all, “That’s 30 minutes for lunch, ladies.” Bender had the clever idea of asking for free drinks. He proposed milk, but you weren’t going to complain that Vernon suggested sodas from the teacher’s lounge. He sent just Andy and Allison on this task, and started to walk them out of the library. He didn’t return right away, so the rest of you situated yourselves around the library, figuring this would be the only ‘social time’ Vernon would allow if he did come back. After all, it was your lunch break, right? Bender leaned against the railing, sitting atop a chair with a selection of books while Claire leaned against the avant guard statue in the center of the library. Brian perched himself in an odd manner, nearly doubled over, atop the railing while you busied yourself looking through the bookshelves behind the stairs.

“Hey, Peachy!” Bender called in your direction

“Is that supposed to mean me?” You asked after a moment of silence.

“Yeah. What did you do to get in here? You don’t look like the type to get detention.”

“Oh.” You said, looking down for a moment, a little embarrassed. “Well, you know how in Biology they dissect like, frogs and shit every year?”

“Yeah, and?” Bender responded

“I---sort of stole and freed the frogs.” You shrugged. You heard him and Brian both laugh a little.

“You sound like a real hippie.” Bender said and you rolled your eyes.

“I made sure they could survive out in the wild and everything. Otherwise I guess I’d have to get a giant terrarium.” You ignored Bender’s previous comment, and saw Brian give you a smile. “I just think it’s bullshit that they’re cutting open living animals every year.” You ended, turning back to the selection of books. Bender dropped the subject for now and looked at a book in front of him for a few moments before piping up.

“Claire? Y/N? You wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts?” Bender asked “Pretty tasty. How do you think he rides a bike? Oh Claire, would you ever consider dating a guy like this?”

“Oh, can’t you just leave me alone?” Claire begged

“Wait,” you chimed in, “Elephantiasis? Like the movie The Elephant Man?” You perked up “Great movie! Really sad though.” Brian grinned your way, but Bender ignored you and continued his question to Claire.

“I mean, if he had a great personality, was a good dancer, had a cool car? Although you’d probably have to ride in the back seat, ‘cause his nuts would ride shotgun.” Brian stifled a laugh while Claire turned away.

“Do you know what I wish I was doing right now?” Claire sighed, looking away distantly, almost as if in another daydream

“Oh! Watch what you say. Brian here is a cherry.”

“A cherry?” Brian retorted, offended

“I wish I was on a plane. To France.”

“I am not a cherry.” Brian responded to Bender and you felt your heart sink and your face flush.

“When have you ever gotten laid?” Bender asked, doubtfully

“I’ve laid lots of times.” ‘No,’ you thought. This couldn’t be happening and those words were not coming out of Brian’s mouth. You know you hadn’t expressed your feelings for him or had a real conversation, even, but it was still stinging to imagine him not being as innocent as you thought. ‘He is here in detention right now, isn’t he?’ Your mind mocked you, as you pushed the thought down.

“Name ONE.” Bender said, derisively

“She lives in Canada” Brian said, with no hesitation. “Met her at Niagara Falls; You wouldn’t know her.” Your heart was in your stomach now and was being squeezed at the thought of Brian being in some other girl’s arms. A stranger, from the sound of it.

Your vision started to get blurry with tears that you had not anticipated as Bender scoffed. You started to turn away as he asked, “You ever lay anyone around here?” There was a pause and then, “Oh. You and Claire did it.” You were rooted to the spot, you couldn’t think straight. The logical part of you said that Bender was just trying to rile up Claire, that he’d already bet that she was a virgin. But the illogical part of you could visualize her hands running through Brian’s sandy blonde hair. Your face was surely turning red as a heat flowed through you like electricity.

Claire snapped out of her daydream, “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, uh I-Let’s just drop it, okay? We’ll talk about it later.” Brian stammered to John

“No. Drop what? What are you talking about?” Claire asked innocently

“Well,” Bender said, selling Brian out, “Brian is trying to tell me that in addition to the number of girls in the Niagara Falls area, that presently you and he are riding the hobby horse.” You winced.

“You little pig.” You could hear the daggers in Claire’s voice. In that instant you knew it wasn’t true, so you swallowed the lump in your throat and hastily wiped the tears brimming in your eyes before you turned around.

“No! I’m not!” Brian defended “John said I was a cherry and I said I wasn’t. That’s it. That’s all I said.”

“Well then what were you motioning to Claire for?” Bender asked. So that’s where he got the idea from. Another prickle shot through you, angry that Brian would lie about that and put Claire on the spot, regardless of how it made you feel.

“You know, I don’t appreciate this very much, Brian.” Claire was surprisingly calm. She seemed less angry than you were, honestly.

“He is lying!” Brian declared.

“Oh, you weren’t motioning to Claire?”

“You know he’s lying, right?”

“Were you, or were you not motioning to Claire?” A thought popped into your head that John would probably make a great lawyer, if he applied himself. He was good at twisting words and getting people to confess. Brian hesitated and exhaled.

“Yeah, but it was only- it was only because I didn’t want her to know I was a virgin, okay? Excuse me for being a virgin, I’m sorry.” Claire chuckled and you let out a sigh of relief. No “Niagara Falls girl” after all.

“Why didn’t you want me to know you were a virgin?” Claire asked, taking a seat on a nearby table.

“Because it’s personal business. It’s my personal, private business.”

“Well, Brian, it doesn’t sound like you’re doing any business.” Bender mocked

“Sh-” You began to say ‘Shut up,’ but Claire started speaking,

“I think it’s okay for a guy to be a virgin.” She said with a smile, earning a stunned look from Bender and a questioning one from Brian.

“You do?” Brian asked. Claire looked somewhat spitefully at Bender, then to you, and then smiled at Brian and nodded

“Yeah,” you joined “why not?”

Brian’s lips twitched before he rested his face awkwardly against his knee, but you could have sworn that you saw a smile spread across his face.

*~~~~*

Allison and Andy returned with an armful of Coca-Cola. They set them on Claire and Andy’s desk as everyone returned to their seats to pull out their lunches. Bender threw a Coke to Allison and she caught it expertly. You, however, just picked one up off the desk as you passed. You sat down at the table in front of Brian again, where your belongings were. You started to unpack your brown sack lunch when you heard a meaty “thwap” and turned around to see that Allison had thrown a piece of pimento loaf onto the library statue. Each of you watched in wonder (and maybe a bit of disgust) as she proceeded to pour pixy stix on her bread, which appeared to have butter on it. Next, she put on some type of dry cereal. You couldn’t see what it was from where you were, but you could hear it crunch as she flattened it with her palms. She looked around mischievously at the rest of you and then bit into her creation. You were about to turn back around as Bender made his way to Brian and picked up his lunch, so you stayed turned around, just in case. He began to take items out of Brian’s lunch to examine, and while it made you feel a little uneasy, especially when he smacked Brian’s hand away, it seemed like it was all in jest.

“Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?”

“No. Mr. Johnson.” Brian said, missing the joke, causing the rest of you to exchange grins. You found his seriousness about it endearing. Bender then stood up and walked away.

“Here’s my impression of life at Big Bri’s house.” He painted a picture of a happy nuclear family, personifying Brian as a little dimpled child. It was cheesy, but Drama Club would have probably given him props for the improv of it and the different voices. You could see Andy and Claire were smiling; but then you looked to Brian. His face fell, and you could see his jaw clench and his throat bob as he gulped. He was clearly uncomfortable. John ended the skit with the father punching the mother, crumbling the happy family image. Brian looked away.

“All right,” Andrew started, “what about your family?”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s real easy.” Bender rubbed his face and became a different character, his father. This time you got a chill up your spine as he began in a deep voice, “Stupid. Worthless. No-good goddamn freeloading son of a bitch. Retarded, big-mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk.” He changed his demeanor again, and took on the role of his mother with a higher voice, “You forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful-” “Shut up, bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie” his dad character struck his invisible mom. “What about you dad?” Bender asked as himself. “Fuck you.” “No, dad, what about you?” “Fuck you!” “No, dad! What about you?!” “Fuck you!” And then he pantomimed throwing a punch and receiving it. You recoiled, horrified for him.

“Is that for real?” Brian asked, innocently. You knew him well enough to know he was actually concerned. Bender looked at him with anguish and disbelief.

“Wanna come over some time?”

“That’s bullshit. It’s all part of your image. I don’t believe a word of it.” Andrew challenged

“You don’t believe me? No?” Bender looked angry, and you couldn’t blame him. He’d just disclosed something very real, and something that honestly made a lot of sense about why he was the way he was. Your mom had experience in social work and you knew what an abused kid could look like.

“Did I stutter?” Andrew doubled down. Bender walked methodically over to him, leaned down and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a burn.

“See this?” Bender asked, as Andrew turned away. “Huh? It’s about the size of a cigar. Do I stutter?” Bender forced his arm closer to Andrew, trying to get him to see the very real injury. “This is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage.” He stood up and started walking backwards “You see, I don’t think I need to sit with any of you fucking dildos, anymore.” He turned and threw books off of a table, then used it to climb up to the stair landing, while yelling. The rest of you looked uncomfortably at Andrew in disbelief.

“You shouldn’t have said that.” Claire told him

“How would I know? I mean he lies about everything anyway.”

“That doesn’t make it okay.” You snapped back, before turning your gaze toward Bender. You debated on giving him space or reaching out to him. There was a possible chance he’d throw you off that balcony. But you did what you felt was right. You picked up your lunch and walked up the steps and crouched down behind him. “I’m sorry about what he said. That was fucked up.” Bender side-eyed you and didn’t respond. You continued, “I know it’s not really for me to apologize and he should but…well, I’m sorry. About the whole situation. It’s not fair.” Bender scoffed in response.

“You don’t know the half of it.” You sat in silence for a few moments

“I noticed you don’t have a lunch. Want to split mine?” You raised the bag gently as a gesture. He rolled his eyes and looked away. But then he snatched it out of your hand and started pawing through it, which brought a small smile to your face.

“Well I’m definitely taking this pudding cup. What kind of sandwich is this?”

*~~~~*

Vernon was muttering in his office about having spilled “sludge” on himself. He walked out of the library corridor completely. Bender stuck his head out the door to make sure he was gone, and then started down the hall. The rest of you followed. You were sure that most of you followed Bender out of guilt over what happened at lunch. Although, Allison seemed to be in it for the fun of it and to get out of the library. You walked next to her at the end of the group, noticing that she let her hair fall in front of her face and walked like she was stalking prey. Brian was asking why risk getting caught, which you thought was funny since he willingly left the library. But then Andrew told him, “you ask me one more question and I’m beating the shit out of you.” So you pushed forward and wedged yourself between them and kept pace with Brian, encouraging Andrew to go on ahead. So far, he wasn’t turning out to be the most likable guy. Eventually, Bender opened his locker, which was connected to the one below it and a guillotine blade dropped down. You jumped back and unconsciously grabbed Brian's forearm in the process. You gave him a look that said “sorry,” and released your grasp immediately. Bender started unraveling bags until he had a bag of marijuana left.

“Drugs.” Brian declared.

“Put it back,” Andy demanded. But Bender ignored him and walked away, with Claire following directly after.

“The boy had marijuana.” Brian said, stunned, gesturing to Bender. Andrew pushed past him and followed in suit. “Do you approve of this?” Brian asked you and Allison, as you were the only ones left. You were also a little shocked and so you shrugged. Allison didn’t answer, so Brian turned around and the three of you started to follow the others, Allison trailing behind. You were trying to figure out a route when you saw Vernon in the hall. Everyone but Allison took off running. She didn’t seem too concerned. But everywhere you turned, it seemed like he was there blocking your route. Bender suggested going through the cafeteria, but Andrew said the activities hall and convinced the others to follow him. You came to a locked hallway.

“We’re dead.” Brian said, with doom and defeat.

“No,” Bender replied, “Just me.” He grabbed Brian roughly and shoved his hand down his pants. Your eyes went wide as he did, “Get back to the library. Keep your unit out of it.” You realized that he was stuffing the drugs in Brian’s pants. And while you were shocked, you couldn’t help but be amused and a little grateful that John’s movements raised Brian’s sweater and you caught a glimpse of his stomach and hips. You could feel your cheeks blush at the sight. Bender took off down the hall yelling a song. The rest of you paused for a moment and then snapped out of your shock, not wanting to waste his sacrifice, and get back to the library. When Vernon returned with Bender, you noticed he shoved him as he was returning to his desk. You tensed up. Now knowing that John was abused at home, you felt incensed that an adult at school would touch him in that manner.

“What if your dope was on fire?” Vernon asked

“Impossible, sir. It’s in Johnson’s underwear.” You turned to look quickly at Brian, whose eyes went wide and round in sheer terror. Luckily, Vernon just thought it was another smartass response from Bender, especially when Andy laughed at it.

“You think this is cute? You think he’s bitchin’, is that it?” Vernon snapped “Let me tell you something. Look at him.” He gestured toward Bender. “He’s a bum. You wanna see something funny? You go visit John Bender in five years. You’ll see how goddamn funny he is.” Vernon walked over to Bender and crouched down, in a patronizing way as one would talk to a small child. “What’s the matter, John, you gonna cry? Let’s go.” He grabbed Bender’s elbow and you felt sick to your stomach at the way he was treating him.

“Hey! Keep your fucking hands off me!” Bender yelled “I expect better manners from you, Dick.” Vernon escorted Bender out as he set his sunglasses down on Andy’s desk, then knocked items off the library desk. You looked around. Claire looked absolutely dumbfounded as though she had never seen an authority figure act this way. Allison looked like she was nearly in tears. You realized that you were shaking and that your fists were clenched.

*~~~~*

When Bender fell through the ceiling and walked nonchalantly into the library towards you all, you smiled. You were worried about him leaving alone with Vernon after watching that exchange. When the big Dick himself came stomping into the library, you all knew that you would act in solidarity for Bender. You each covered for the noises he made and acted as innocent as you could, making excuses. He had sacrificed himself for all of you, and faced a horrifying wrath of Vernon in turn. You felt like it was the least you could do. Luckily, Vernon seemed to buy it, even skeptically, and he marched off with a toilet seat cover hanging out of the back of his pants. You all cracked up, except for Claire, who was hitting Bender for putting his head between her legs like a creep. Bender approached Brian and asked for his marijuana, which Brian seemed to have forgotten was still in his underwear. He handed it over and Bender walked off to go light up, in spite of Andy’s protests. Claire stood up a moment later and followed. You, however, were more surprised, when Brian seemed like he was suggesting smoking. He had been so astounded, almost clutching his imaginary pearls, that Bender even had marijuana. Andy shook his head at him, but Brian made a “little bit” gesture, waited a moment, and then went to join the other two. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Andy muttered something like “goddammit” and followed suit. You looked at Allison, who still hadn’t left. You two sat for a while as the others smoked. You just weren’t sure that it was a good idea having illegal substances when Vernon was already so riled up and you already were all in trouble. The idea just made you nervous.

*~~~~*

“...I’ll do anything sexual. I don’t need a million dollars to do it, either.” Allison blurted out. You were all situated in a circle in the upper part of the library, sitting on the floor. You of course had sat yourself next to Brian, who was lounging back on his elbows. You blinked rapidly at Allison, stupefied by what she had just said.

“You’re lying.” Claire scoffed

“I already have. I’ve done just about everything there is, except for a few things that are illegal. I’m a nymphomaniac.”

“Lie.” Claire rolled her eyes

“Are your parents aware of this?” Brian chimed in, his lisp pronounced in his worry.

“The only person I told was my shrink.”

“What did he do when you told him?” Andy inquired

“He nailed me.” Andrew and Brian looked away. You felt sick to your stomach. Claire scoffed again.

“Very nice.”

“I don’t think that, from a legal standpoint, what he did can be construed as rape, since I paid him.”

“He’s an adult!” Claire said with disgust

“Yeah.” Allison nodded, “And he’s married, too.” Now you were pretty sure that Allison was lying or making some sick joke. Just the way she said it, and almost seemed to have pride in it, well...she didn’t talk most of the day, she didn’t do the drugs, and she maybe wanted to run away? She was hard to place and you weren’t as confident that it was all a scam. Brian shifted to sit up next to you.

“Do you have any idea how completely gross that is?”

“The first few times-”

“The first few times? You mean he did it more than once? Are you crazy?”

“Obviously she’s crazy if she’s screwing her shrink.”

“Brian!” You hissed, gently hitting him with the back of your hand on his arm and giving him a look.

“Have you ever done it?” Allison zeroed in on Claire.

“Tch. I don’t even have a psychiatrist.” Claire clucked and looked away.

“Have you ever done it with a ‘normal’ person?” Allison pursued.

“Didn’t we already cover this?”

“You never answered the question.” Bender interjected.

“Look, I’m not going to discuss my private life with total strangers.”

“Kind of a double-edged sword, isn’t it?” Allison egged Claire on.

“A what?” Claire narrowed her eyes in response.

“Well, if you say you haven’t, you’re a prude; if you say you have, you're a slut. So it’s a trap. You want to but you can’t. And when you do you wish you didn’t. Right?”

“Wrong.” Claire shook her head

“Or, are you a tease?” Allison lilted her voice in question.

“She’s a tease,” Andrew chimed in.

“I’m sure, why don’t you just forget it?” Claire gestured wildly and then folded her arms over her stomach.

“You’re a tease and you know it; all girls are teases.” Andrew continued and you groaned and rolled your eyes in response.

“She’s only a tease if what she does gets you hot.” Bender pointed out.

“I don’t do anything!” Claire defended herself.

“That's why you’re a tease.” Allison concluded, smirking

“Okay, let me ask you a few questions.”

“I already told you everything.” Allison responded, mouth agape.

“No, doesn’t it bother you to sleep around, without being in love? I mean, don’t you want respect?” Claire demanded. You looked across the circle and noticed John sit up more. You could see the gears turning in his head like they had with Brian earlier. He was going to do that “lawyer” thing.

“I don’t screw to get respect. That’s the difference between you and me.”

“Not the only difference, I hope.”

“Face it, you’re a tease.” Bender started in. Uh-oh, you thought.

“I’m not a tease!”

“Sure you are! Sex is your weapon, you said it yourself. You use it to get respect.” Bender asserted. You shifted uncomfortably, as you were the only girl not under a microscope about her sex life right now and they were badgering Claire. You tried to think of what you’d even say if the conversation turned to you. Claire looked up and away and then shook her head.

“No, I never said that. She twisted my words around.”

“What do you use it for, then?” Bender continued his interrogation.

“I don’t use it, period!”

“Oh, are you medically frigid or is it psychological?” Bender’s response made you gulp. You also were inexperienced. You wouldn’t think of yourself as ‘frigid,’ but how does someone even handle a question like that?

“I don’t mean it like that! You guys are putting words into my mouth!”

“Look, if you just answer the question.”

“Why don’t you just answer the question?” Brian chimed in. You darted your gaze to him quickly. His investment and involvement in this made you even more nervous; it almost made you feel betrayed by him. All of the boys continued to hound Claire and Allison looked around as though she regretted starting it. A flush had crept up onto Claire’s cheeks and she looked around the circle, frightened and anxious. You tried to look reassuringly and apologetically at her, but you couldn’t maintain eye contact and looked away.

“No! I never did it!” Claire finally screamed. A beat passed before Allison spoke.

“I never did it either.” Claire turned to look at Allison, an expression of utter betrayal and mistrust written on her face. “I’m not a nymphomaniac, I’m a compulsive liar.” Allison confessed and smiled, and the group’s jaws collectively dropped.

“You are such a bitch!” Claire snapped, “You did that on purpose just to fuck me over.”

“I would do it, though. If you love someone, it’s okay.” Allison’s thoughts encapsulated your own and no one seemed to have any issue with that answer, which made you feel a little more at ease, but you still remained silent, even though you nodded along.

“I can’t believe it; you are so weird. You don’t say anything all day and then when you open your mouth, you unload all these tremendous lies all over me.”

“You’re just mad because she just got you to admit something you didn’t want to admit to.”

“Ok, fine. But that doesn’t make it any less bizarre.”

“What’s bizarre? I mean, we’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, is all.” Andy interjected

“How are you bizarre?” Claire asked. Andy looked around, unsure how to answer.

Allison bit her lip and responded for him, “He can’t think for himself.”

“She’s right. You guys know what I did to get in here today? I taped Larry Lester’s buns together.” Andy said, with a hint of a smile. Claire chuckled as well.

“That was you?” Brian asked, with wide eyes

“You know him?”

“Yeah, I know him.” Brian said seriously, and it was clear to you that he and Larry were friends and that this was something that had hurt the two of them.

“Then you know how hairy he is right?” Andy asked, earning a snicker from Bender and Claire. “Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off. And some skin, too.” At this, Claire and Allison winced and looked uneasy. Andrew started to detail how he jumped Larry, and he didn’t even really know why, other than the little voice of his father inside his head told him to. “It’s all because of me and my old man. I...hate him. He’s like this mindless machine that I can’t even relate to anymore.” You looked over and saw that Brian had covered his face with one of his large hands. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought he might have been crying, or maybe he was just really close to doing so. Andy’s voice startled your focus back to him though as he shouted, “‘Andrew, you’ve got to be number one! I won’t tolerate any losers in this family. Your intensity is for shit! Win! Win! Win!’ You son of a bitch. You know, sometimes I wish my knee would give out and I wouldn��t be able to wrestle anymore.”

“I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling.” Bender chuckled, lightening the somber mood somewhat. Brian finally looked up, debating whether or not to speak.

“That’s like me, you know, with my grades. Like, when I step outside myself. A-and I look in on myself...and-and I see me, I don’t like what I see,” Brian began, and it broke your heart into a million pieces.

“What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you like yourself?” Claire asked, and you nodded vigorously, unable to speak.

“It’s stupid, but,” Brian said, “because I’m failing shop.” You hung on every word that fell from his lips as he described his failed project, an elephant lamp that wouldn’t turn on when he pulled the trunk. Bender took offense to Brian’s assumption that shop class would be easy, though, and they started to argue about lamps vs. engineering.

“I can write with my toes!” Allison interjected, breaking the tension. “I can also eat, brush my teeth,”

“With your feet?!” Claire asked, both incredulous and clearly impressed

“Play Heart and Soul on the piano.” Allison smiled

“I can make spaghetti!” Brian perked up, almost seeming to forget his earlier troubles. You smiled at him and he returned it. Bender asked Claire to share her talent, convincing her that it couldn’t be more embarrassing than the narrator of Animal Kingdom’s job. You watched, interested as she put a tube of lipstick down her shirt, lowered her head, and applied it without her hands. Brian looked almost entranced, which made you a little jealous, but you had to admit that it was a pretty cool trick. Nearly every one thought so...except Bender, who clapped sarcastically and made degrading remarks.

“You shit.” Allison said, “Don’t do that. You swore to God you wouldn’t laugh.”

“Am I laughing?” Bender snarked.

“You fucking prick!” Andy retorted.

“What do you care what I think anyway? I don’t even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn’t make any difference. I may as well not even exist at this school, remember?” Bender echoed Andrew’s words from earlier, before turning to Claire, “And you, you don’t even like me anyway.” You started to get lost in your own thoughts about how Bender was clearly hurting. He took it out on people the wrong way, and no one was safe from his tactics, but he was stung by Andy’s words enough to remember them perfectly. You tuned out his argument with Claire for a moment and tried to put yourself in his shoes, trying to imagine what it was like to have everyone continuously expecting you to be a failure. For people who didn’t even know you to hate you enough to wish you out of existence. You hugged your knees up to your chest. You realized that their argument had seemed to have died down when Brian shifted next to you and spoke.

“I know it’s kind of a weird time,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “but you know, I was just wondering...what’s going to happen to us on Monday? I mean, I consider you guys my friends,” he continued, looking around the circle, “I’m not wrong, am I?”

“No,” Andy confirmed.

“So on Monday, what happens?”

“Are we still friends, you mean? If we’re friends now?” Claire asked.

“Yeah.”

“You want the truth?” Claire couldn’t meet his eye, but Brian looked at her, hard-set.

“Yeah, I want the truth.”

“I don’t think so.” Claire answered honestly, but it didn’t hurt any less. You saw Brian look away, closing his mouth to hold back tears.

“With all of us,” Allison started to ask, tears watering in her eyes too, as she looked over at Bender, “or just John?”

“With all of you.” Claire looked away, guiltily.

“That’s a real nice attitude, Claire.” Andrew said, and you were surprised to hear that he sounded genuinely angry, like he was standing up for the rest of you.

“Oh, be honest, Andy.” Claire pleaded, “If Brian came up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? Picture it, you’re with all the sports.” You saw Brian look at Andy like a kicked puppy, expecting a better answer than the picture that Claire was painting, “You know exactly what you’d do. You’d say hi to him and then you’d laugh and cut him all up so your friends wouldn’t think you actually like him.”

“No way.” Andy denied

“What if I came up to you?” Allison asked. Claire didn’t even look at her in response.

“Same exact thing.”

“You are a bitch!” Bender screamed, lunging forward toward Claire.

“Why?! Because I’m telling the truth? That makes me a bitch?” She became defensive.

“No. Cuz you know how shitty that is to do to someone and you don’t have the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you’re gonna like who you wanna like…” It was then that you noticed Brian bring a hand up to his cheek to wipe a tear away. You could hear Claire challenge Bender, saying that he wouldn’t associate with Brian, or Allison, or you, either. Nor would he spend time with her unless he told his friends that they were “doing it.” And you could hear Bender yell back at her about how she wouldn’t condescend to know any of his friends, and to talk trash about her mom and her wealth, like he had all day. But right now you could care less as you watched Brian wipe another tear away. You struggled internally with whether or not to physically reach out to him, but then he spoke up to the group.

“So I assume Allison, Y/N, and I are better people than you? Us weirdos?” He asked Claire, with pain in his eyes. He turned to Allison “You, would you do that to me?”

“I don’t have any friends.” She replied, which made Brian smile a little.

“Okay, but if you did?” He let out a light chuckle, which made you smile a little.

“No. I don’t think the kind of friends that I’d have would mind.” Brian seemed satisfied in that answer and turned his attention to you. When the intensity of his crystal blue gaze hit you, it was at this point that you realized that you had started crying, too. Your heart had ached enough until that moment that you hadn’t really been aware of your other senses as much. You quickly swiped at your eyes, trying to hide the tears from him, but you knew you’d already been caught. He swallowed hard, looking as though he didn’t want to ask you the same question, because if you answered like Claire had, it would tear his world apart. Nevertheless, he pressed on, because he had to know.

“What about you, Y/N?”

“I would be honored to be your friend,” you said shakily, with a smile. He bit his lip and nodded. He turned to the group.

“I just want to tell, each of you, that I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t and I will not. Because I think it’s real shitty.” He made eye contact with Andrew and then nodded.

“Your friends wouldn’t mind because they look up to us.” Claire muttered. You let out a strangled laugh at the thought, but it didn’t sound how you pictured. It sounded more on the verge of a muffled cry, but you heard Brian breathe out a laugh.

“You’re so conceited, Claire. You’re so conceited.” He rubbed his face free of tears again, “You’re like, so full of yourself. Why are you like that?”

“I’m not saying that to be conceited. I hate it. I hate having to go along with everything my friends say.” Tears now rolled down Claire’s cheeks as well.

“Then why do you do it?”

“I don’t- I don’t know,” Claire sighed, daubing the tears on her chin. “You don’t understand, You’re not friends with the same kind of people Andy and I are friends with, you know? You just don’t understand the kind of pressure that they can put on you.”

With red-rimmed eyes, Brian gestured toward himself, with his fingers pointing in on his chest, “I don’t understand what? You think I don’t understand pressure, Claire? Well, fuck you! Fuck you!” Claire looked shocked, as did the rest of you. Brian was typically genuinely concerned with other people. All day, he had been the peacemaker and trying to de-escalate situations. But now, he was yelling and breaking down into sobs while hiding his face in his elbow. “Do you know why I’m here today? Do you?!” Everyone was silent and wide-eyed as they looked to Brian, worried and anxious about what he would say next. “I’m here...because Mr. Ryan found a gun in my locker.” You stiffened as a chill went down your spine. You couldn’t picture Brian with any type of weapon, especially on school property. You let the tears fall from your eyes now, as they felt like a release for your burning heart.

“What’s the gun for?” Andrew asked in a serious tone.

“I tried. You pull the fuckin’--trunk and the light’s supposed to go on and it didn’t go on, you know?” Claire looked at Brian, with her mouth agape. She turned to you as if she were trying to confirm if this were real, as if you would know. You turned your gaze away from her, and towards the floor in front of Brian. It was difficult to look at him right now, to see his pain. In your periphery, you could see him shift to sit upright. “Forget it. Just--forget it.” Brian said

“You brought it up, man.” Andrew pressed. Brian cupped his hands in front of his own face and spoke almost into them, so you focused to hear what he said as he continued.

“I can’t have an F. I can’t have it and I know my parents can’t. Even if I aced the rest of the semester, it would only be a B. I’m ruined.”

“Brian…” Claire said, and Brian lashed out, hitting a stool between the two of you, making you jump.

“Sorry,” he mumbled to you and then put his head on his knee and continued his story, “Just considering my options, you know?” Now, you automatically put your hand on his knee, reassuring him that you were there for him.

“No, killing yourself is never an option!” Claire demanded. You choked back a sob then, trying not to picture the other reality where Brian had taken his other ‘option,’ where Mr. Ryan hadn’t found the gun.

“Well I didn’t do it, did I? No, I didn’t think so.” Brian spit back at Claire, angrily.

“It was a handgun?” Allison asked

“A flare gun. It blew up in my locker.” Brian said seriously, but then Andrew started laughing. “It’s not funny.” Brian asserted. Andrew tried to clear his throat to stop laughing, but he couldn’t and Brian bit his lip and smiled in realization, “Yeah, it is.” He let out a chuckle, “Fucking elephant was destroyed.”

“You know what I did to get in here?” Allison asked the group, eyes gleaming with mischief, “Nothing. I didn’t have anything better to do.” Everyone started laughing at that point, turning the mood around.

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With the tension broken and only about an hour left of detention, you all kicked back to relax and bond, enjoying your time together. Brian selected a record to play through the library’s sound system with his A/V knowledge. You all had a fun time jamming out to Karla DeVito’s We Are Not Alone. It felt like the right song to connect you all. “When you cut down to the bone, we’re really not so different after all,” that seemed like the theme of the day. It was fun to cut loose and everyone just feel the rhythm and dance, not caring what anyone would think. You watched Brian spin around in a goofball fashion that made your heart flutter, loving every dorky side of him. Soon, Bender decided he should crawl back through the ceiling to where Vernon had put him.

The rest of you were sitting on the ramp banister in the library when Claire asked Brian if he were still going to write the essay. He said he probably would, and she convinced him that he could write it for all of you. While you weren’t a fan of her manipulation, you could see that he felt touched when she said that he was the smartest and that you all trusted him to write it, so when he asked if that were true, you agreed. Claire tugged on Allison’s sleeve and got her to hop off the banister, then turned to you. “You too.” She beckoned. Claire whisked the two of you away to give Allison a makeover. While it was nice to see more of her face rather than her hair, you thought she had a pretty good style before, even if it’s not what’s “in.” Claire then said she was going to sneak out to check on Bender, which shocked you and Allison, but you shrugged it off. Allison stalked through the library, almost like a lioness, in her post-makeover form. Andrew and Brian looked shocked, and you laughed a little when she looked threateningly at Brian but he made a “I like it” gesture and she mouthed ‘thank you,’ which you thought was sweet. As she approached Andy, you bounded over to Brian. You saw him kiss his essay and give himself a punch in the arm and you giggled behind him startling him a bit.

“That good, huh?”

“Uh...yeah, I-I guess. I mean, do you want to read it?” He offered

“If you want me to, but I trust you.” You said, plopping down in the seat next to him, placing a hand on his forearm. “I’m impressed that you came up with something so quickly though.” He looked sideways at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite read and the silence was making you a little tense. “So, um…” you changed the subject and withdrew your hand, “you said earlier that you were in the Math Club? Um, I mean, if you have the time, do you think you could tutor me? I’m like totally lost in Clarkson’s class.” Brian blinked at you, sort of surprised by your request.

“Yeah, no, I could do that.” He gave you one of those shy smiles that gave the hint of braces flickering back and you melted. You grabbed the piece of paper that would have been Allison’s essay off of her desk, then reached across Brian for his pen.

“Here...is...my...phone number.” You said, scrawling your digits across the paper. “Call me so we can set something up?”

“You--You want me to call you?” His eyebrows shot up and a blush crept up onto his cheeks.

“Yeah.” You smiled, blushing a bit yourself. Then, to try to stave off the embarrassment, you cleared your throat and nodded over to Allison and Andy. “So, those two, huh? Unexpected, right?” You let out a nervous chuckle, not sure why you’d brought up someone else’s romance to hide your feelings for your crush.

“Oh. Yeah. Definitely. Wait, where’s Claire?”

“She...she said she was going to go ‘check on’ Bender.” You replied.

“Wow. So them, too. That’s really...weird.” He let out a breathy chuckle and you laughed too.

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At four o’clock, you all walked down the hall together to exit the building. Brian nodded at Carl as you walked past, and Bender said, “see you next Saturday,” with pride. As you reached the steps, everyone seemed to pair off. You saw Allison and Andy walk hand-in-hand down towards his father’s car, with his varsity jacket over her shoulders. Bender and Claire walked closely together towards her father’s BMW. And you, you walked down the steps with Brian, towards his parent’s car.

He was about to open the door when you said, “Hey Brian, see you Monday.” He gave you a dazzling smile in return and you knew how much it meant to him.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you on Monday.” He reiterated, and got into his car, looking back at you with a wave. You couldn’t wait for Sunday to pass.

#breakfast club #brian #brian johnson #brian x reader #bender #john bender #andrew clark #claire standish #allison reynolds #john hughes #80s #fluff #crush #crush fiction #reader-insert

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sorry-apsalar · 3 years ago

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Core Memories

Another prompt from Ao3: "So i think it would be cool to see like the all the crew but it mostly frender as the main focus where they have to deliver a package but to deliver it to the planet one preson memories both good and bad must be viewed by the whole crew.

and they all fight over who memories will be view in order for them to be let into the planet as the planet known for being emotional in touch with their feelings and thoughts.

eventually fry has had enough of the aguring and decides to volunteer and once they view fry's memories they are all sad by how lonely and sad his family life is and the way he was treated

but once brought out of their thoughts realize fry is calm and once they bring the package and work done for the day is when fry finally lets himself process what happened and bender comforts him and cuddles with fry until fry fall asleep."

“Well I can’t do it,” Leela said, “all my core memories are private.”

“Mine too,” Amy said. “You guys don’t need to see them.”

Hermes chimed in next. “Yeah, no. You guys don’t need to know my important memories.”

Bender stepped forward, raising a hand. “I’ll do it.” There was a slight chuckle to his voice indicating he had something evil planned. Probably something along the lines of stealing the memory recording device and selling it on the black market if Fry had to guess.

“Well,” the small blue alien blocking their entry into the compound that housed the fellow who they were trying to deliver a package to said in their smooth soft voice, “I’m afraid that wouldn’t work. You’re a robot so the device won’t work on you. We only want the memories of biologicals; the imprecision of our memories is what makes them worthwhile to record, share, and learn from.”

Bender stepped back. “That’s dumb.”

“Why do we even need to do this?” Leela asked. “We’re not trying to live here. We just want to deliver a package and go.”

“It’s the toll; payment for being allowed in. It’s fair because not everyone has money but everyone does have important memories. You won’t be let in to deliver your package until one of you does it.”

“Well I’m not doing it,” the Professor said. “But we’re not, not delivering this package so one of you four have to. So figure it out or I’ll pick someone.”

That immediately started an argument amongst Leela, Amy, and Hermes. None of them wanted to be the one to do it. Why they were so sensitive about it Fry couldn’t guess. Maybe they just had really weird and embarrassing core memories. Fry definitely had some of those too but he didn’t really care much if people know about them. So…

He stepped forward, halfheartedly raising his hand. “I’ll do it. I don’t think I got any private important memories.” Before getting frozen and waking up a thousand years in the future he’d lived a pretty bog standard life so it didn’t matter much if the others saw his important memories. And if it got them through this delivery faster so he could go back to goofing off with Bender in the break room back at the Planet Express, he’d gladly put up with it.

“Very good,” the alien said with what might’ve been the equivalent of a smile for their species based off their pleased tone even if it did actually look more like a grimace. “Right this way, young fellow.” They waved for Fry to follow them into the booth beside them that attached on the other side to the gate, blocking entry into the compound.

Inside was warm and dark, the only light coming in through the gap left in the thick curtain over the entrance. A chair sat in the center of the small room with a helmet with a visor hanging off the ceiling but a thick set of wires.

“We already got the helmet for humans installed while you were dilly-dallying around out there. So go ahead and take a seat.” The alien gestured for Fry to sit. As soon as he did so they immediately pulled the helmet down onto his head and adjusted the strap so it would fit securely. “It’ll get a bit warm but that should be it. But if anything starts to hurt or feel very uncomfortable, tell me, okay?”

“Uh… okay. What do I do?” Was Fry supposed to think about specific important memories? What even counted as an important or core memory?

“The device will pull up your core memories on its own. So just sit back and relax while you let it do its thing, okay?”

“Okay.”

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The screen on the outside of the booth flickered to life about a minute after Fry had stepped into it. Presumably it was showing Fry’s ‘core memories’ as the blue fellow had called them. They were recorded and played out here for the rest of the party to watch for reasons Bender hadn’t been paying much attention to because he didn’t really care so he wasn’t sure what they were. He was paying attention now though because hopefully there would be something here he could use as fodder to tease Fry with later. And if there was anything really juicy, he could hang it over Fry’s head until it lost its bite.

Except it soon became apparent that that wasn’t likely to happen. Fry’s core memories, playing out in chronological order, seemed to be fairly boring. Not much of interest happened to him other than the time he got his head dunked in a public toilet by some school bullies and almost drowned because of it, that was pretty funny. It was also part a growing pattern though, one of loneliness; he didn’t have many friends, his parents didn’t seem to have much time for him, the one girlfriend he’d had wasn’t very nice to him. And then there were the memories related to religion, where he’d been told over and over that being gay was wrong. Even if none of it had been directly calling him out, the clarity of the memory indicated something Bender had been suspecting for a while now.

A few were positive but not many until they reached the core memories he’d formed after waking up in present day a few years ago. Those were much more entertaining, in part because Bender saw himself reflected in them more than he would’ve thought. Apparently Fry liked him quite a bit. He had more important memories featuring solely Bender than he did Leela.

In all, it took about an hour and a half for all of Fry’s core memories to play out on the screen. Shortly after the screen flickered back off, the blue fellow stepped out followed by Fry who had a bad case of helmet hair but otherwise seemed unphased by the experience.

“You okay, Fry?” Leela asked as he rejoined them.

“Uh… yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just, you know.” She glanced at the screen. Before she could elaborate though or Fry could respond, the blue fellow spoke up again.

“You guys may pass now. Good luck and many blessings on you and your family.”

After a beat or two more of uncomfortable silence, they were all moving on. They stayed awkwardly silent too, seemingly no one wanted to talk about what they witnessed in Fry’s core memories. Bender didn’t let that affect him though, there was stuff to steal, jokes to be made that made Fry laugh. It did stick in the back of his mind though.

It came back to him hours later as they were returning to their apartment. “Was your life really that lonely before?” he blurted out before he could really think about it.

Fry finished closing and locking the door before turning to face Bender, standing just inside the living room. “What do you mean?”

“Your important memories or whatever. Was that really what your life was like?”

Fry thought for a couple seconds before replying. “Yeah. Why?”

“Just… I don’t know. It seemed awfully sad and lonely.”

“Things were different back then. Everyone was lonely… I think. It’s much better now.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Before Fry had come along, Bender’s life had been pretty lonely too. So he could relate to that general feeling. He was no longer sure it was ‘normal’ though. There was nothing that could really be done about it though so… “Let’s play some video games.” Do something fun now that they both weren’t so alone anymore.

Fry immediately perked up. “Awesome. Dibs on being player one this time.”

#my writing #futurama #frender

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enmy-writes · 4 years ago

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Just Let Me Help You

Summary: Zuko, trying to keep is girlfriend safe, unintentionally gains the trust of the Gaang after a showdown with Combustion Man.

Word Count: 2728

Fandom: ATLA (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

Genre: Mostly fluff, is fluff-angst a thing? Idk guys I’m soft, you tell me.

Rated: 18+

Content Warnings: Profanity, some gore graphics (brief mentions of blood, killing, murder), uhhhh that’s it I think I’m sorry if I forget anything else.

****Huge shout-out to my friends Kenz and Jenna for editing this and hyping me up. Hopefully, since this semester from Hell will be over soon, I’ll be able to write more. Please request things! Thank-you all for supporting this and let me know more of what you want to see in the future :) Also, feedback is always welcome. Enjoy!****

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They had landed the war balloon days ago, stalking the tired and defeated Team Avatar and trying to figure out how the complicated Fire Prince would convince the people he chased for months that he wants to help them now.

(Y/N) was stoking the hot flame provided by the fire bender, making sure the coals were burning a cherry red before she added leaves and herbs into a pot to make a stew for the two to enjoy. Her eyes followed Zuko as he paced back and forth, practicing what he was going to say when he finally decided to confront the rebel group, lips turned upward in an amused smirk.

“Hey, Zuko here…” she heard him say before he started rambling a bunch of nonsense about his past; from his discovery, to Azula, to his father-- all the tragic topics. It took him about three minutes, but he finished with a hopeful look in his direction.

“Well?!” He clenched his fists at his side in a nervous gesture, only wanting to get this right.

The girl on the log cleared her throat before speaking, obviously hiding her laughter from the sensitive boy. “Well… it’s perfect. I especially liked the ‘Hey, Zuko here’ part. I’m sure that Aang and his friends with be very pleased to finally learn your name instead of thinking you’re called ‘Angry Ponytail Hotman’.’’

He groaned loudly, rubbing his eyes with clenched fists. The melodic laughter from his companion tempted him to give up his quest and just run away with her and live a happy life free of his father and his destiny… whatever that may be.

Still laughing, (Y/N) stood from her log by the fire and made her way to Zuko, coming up behind him. Her arms slid right around his slim body, holding on tight as she tried to pull his mind from the depths of his insecurities.

“Zuko, love.” Her voice is soft, but intense. “Just go down there. I won’t lie, they might not take you right away. You have done a lot of damage to them and their goals.”

His warm hands slide down the tops of her forearms and slide between her chilled fingers, entwining them together as Zuko grips her like she’s holding him down on the land they’re on.

“I… I just…” He struggles to get his feelings out, finding it hard to convey how he feels even to the girl wrapped around him.

She shushes him. “I know.” Is all she says, as they stand there in a momentary comfortable silence before she detaches from him to continue dinner.

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Zuko had told her to stay behind, that he’d be back to either get her or because he failed to convince the group that he came to support them, instead of harm them.

“Zuko! I could easily be an alibi for you. A reason for them to trust you!”

“No. End of story. They could attack me and you’re in Fire Nation clothes. You’re staying here.”

A staring match between the two only lasted a few seconds, but (Y/N) let it go; remembering Iroh’s advice that sometimes the boy has to do what eases his mind to grow.

The empty pot gleamed an orange glow from the flames, a light in the dark woods that surrounded the two as they lounged by the fire.

(Y/N) was carding her fingers through the upset prince’s hair while he stared at the sky; confused. His emotions spilling onto (Y/N). He didn’t talk much about the encounter, only enough to tell her that they wouldn’t be helping the Avatar defeat his father anytime soon. Rather than pressure him, she offered her solace with calming actions rather than words.

The two had met in their early childhood, (Y/N)’s father being the leader of the Yuyan Archers and of course the Fire Lord wanted the talented girl to meet his… troubled son. In hope that she could help bend his son into the ruthless leader the nations needed to proceed him. Though they didn’t see each other as much as they should have due to (Y/N)’s schooling, the two quickly became close friends and were often found with Lady Ursa quietly running around the palace grounds.

His banishment led to (Y/N) perfecting her skills, and becoming the master she was destined to be, given there was no more distraction. No one could understand her in the way that Zuko did— they fit together like they were made for one another. Where he was hotheaded, she was cool; Where he was nimble and direct, she was resourceful and hidden. The two were the perfect set of opposites who ultimately balanced each other. And one without the other was a heartbreak everyone could see.

When she heard the news of his return, she rushed to the palace; radiant as ever. In an instant, the two fell back into where they left off; barely any words needed between the two. Her fingers and lips had trailed over his scar often in those few days, brushing away the tears and insecurities that came with it.

Leaving the Fire Nation with Zuko wasn’t even a debate in her mind. She was tired of the life of lies and torment that her nation inflicted upon the world. She had spent the last two years relocating and rebranding people who were targets to the Fire Nation. In total, about one hundred innocent lives were saved from her dangerous missions. Her skill level was better than even her father’s, and she prided herself in her abilities. (Y/N) was truly a professional in her art with the eye of an eagle.

When she caught Zuko writing a letter to her with packed bags on his bed, she instantly went into the shadows and caught up with the boy easily, hiding in the balloon behind the engine for a while until it was too late for him to turn back. It was hot and the most uncomfortable thing she has ever done, but she regrets none of it. She joked with the boy; how did he not question a pile of fabric behind the piece of equipment that holds fire? She let it go after he hugged her close and cried for a while.

“Don’t do that shit again, Zuko.” Her voice was stern, though her voice stern, she held him close. She ghosted her fingers over his tense shoulders; the shoulder that carried such burdens. She pressed her fingers into his shoulders; trying her best to rub the tension from his body.

“I won’t. Never again. Don’t leave me, I need you.”

A rustle of leaves and broken trees in the forest near the edge of their little camp put the two into defense, instantly gripping her perfectly crafted bow and quiver. Her ears pricked at a slight movement and she aimed her bows in the direction of the noise without even looking. Suddenly, green clothes fill the area as a younger girl makes her way into the clearing. Startled, Zuko sends a wave of fire towards the intruder, burning the girl.

Everything happened fast.

(Y/N)’s left foot—her plant foot—sunk into the ground and twisted inward, releasing a loud crack into the air. The Earth girl was long gone now; Zuko had been screaming at himself when he heard the cry of pain and the sickening noise that left the lips of his girlfriend.

The earth has released its hold on her, but the damage was done. She kneeled, trying to hold back tears but failing as they kept streaming down her face in a pain response. Zuko’s own eyes filled with tears as he ran over to her, helping her sit down and take the tension off of it.

The joint was already beginning to swell, black and blue and purple and yellow starting to show up in swirls around the area. Zuko carefully tried to feel the injury, barely touching the girl in fear of hurting her more. (Y/N) sighed, pushing his fingers away and ignoring his protest. She rotated her foot outward, cringing at the pain, but crying out when she turned it the other way. Zuko cupped his hands around her ankle, hands heated slightly to hopefully alleviate the pain.

“Baby… it’s okay—”

“No, you’re hurt! I knew this would happen!” He cuts her off with a panicked yell. (Y/N) places her hands on the sides of his face, forcing his eyes upon hers with a slight wince of discomfort.

“It’s most definitely, at worst, a fracture. I can still move it outwards without a lot of pain. It’s, like, a week off my foot at most and then another week with a splint and a crutch. I am okay, Zuko.” They stared at each other for a solid minute, saying nothing.

"Promise?" Zuko whispered.

"You think I would lie to you, Zuko?" She says as she wraps her pinky his for good measure

They turn in not too long after, (Y/N)’s ankle wrapped up in some extra clothes for stability. Zuko’s arms hold her to his chest as they slip off into the world of dreams.

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Oh shit. She thought from her perch on top of the cliff edge. The assassin that they have also been trying to find has been blowing up the place, really testing the stability of the edge of the cliff in shakes after shakes like an earthquake. Zuko had told her to stay at camp, but unfortunately for Zuko; (Y/N) was never that good at listening to commands.

She was sitting down, watching the Avatar, his friends, and her boyfriend try to figure out how to win this fight against the combustion bender, feet dangling over the edge. She didn’t want any pressure on her foot from standing on it; settling for the dull throbs of pain coming from the force of gravity alone.

Some third eye. (Y/N) thought to herself as she watched her boyfriend get too close to being blown off the edge of the cliff, wincing. She quickly strung her bow, aiming it at the man. She smirked, a devious smirk, and aimed it in a precise location.

Zuko was still trying to talk the man out of it when suddenly, his eyes went blank and the grossest sound he has ever heard reached his ears. Everyone watched the man, confused as to why he just stopped. It’s not until red trails down his forehead and around his nose in a slow trickle that they look at his eye.

In the middle of the red eye, that at one point seemed indestructible; an arrow sat; a perfect shot — his perfect shot. "Bullseye!" (Y/N) howled, her voice resonating in his ears.

In the midst of Zuko's panic, he failed to recognize the cliff he was standing on becoming increasingly unsturdy; turning he locked eyes with the archer. A ghost of a smile graced her lips, pride radiating off of her. Though he was angry, he couldn't help but share her pride. He locked eyes with his girlfriend who was sitting nonchalantly on the cliff edge above them all, waving nonetheless, when he told her to stay back. It’s then that the earth beneath him rumbles and falls, taking him with it.

“Zuko!” She screams, jumping to her feet; a loud crack coming from her ankle, buckling under the pressure and bringing her to her knees.

With a hobble in her step, (Y/N) climbed down the cliffside. The tears ran down her face at a ferocious pace, making her way over to the cliffside, a loud sob relented from her mouth as she saw Aang helping Zuko up over the edge of the cliff.

"Spirits, Zuko!" She breathed, limping her way over to him and hugging him tight. "I should kill you, you fucking idiot!" She sobbed, pulling him into her chest.

Zuko huffed out a laugh, wrapping his arms around her. He took deep breaths, calming his nerves from his near death experience; he focused on the feeling of her hand carding through his hair to grip it tight, and the hold on his shoulders. As he calms down, he remembers that he told her to stay put; and he sharply pulls away.

"I told you to stay at camp!" He huffed, "I told you I was coming back for you!”

She scoffs pushing on his forehead with two fingers. “In case you have forgotten, Zuko, I have authority issues. If I weren’t here, who would be saving your stupid royal ass? No one! You’re welcome, by the way. He wasn’t going to negotiate, Prince Pouty, and you and everyone else here is no good to the world dead.”

“You—You---You could’ve been hurt! (Y/N)! Or worse!” His protest was a whisper, trying to make the scene more private as he’s aware of the crowd around them.

“Zuko, love, I can handle myself. I’m a master at my craft--.”

"—your craft of carelessness, you could've been killed—"

"—but I wasn't Zuko!"

"That's not the point." His voice stern, making it clear that the conversation was done for now. (Y/N) simply nodded, pulling away from him and fixing her clothes.

Aang, Toph, Katara and Sokka watched the two as they argued; watching as they continuously tried to out-care the other. They watched as the two eventually stopped arguing, instead remained staring, as if daring each other to speak

“That was a ... nice shot? I guess?" Aang spoke, clearing his throat and drawing the couples attention to him. "He's definitely you know, dead."

(Y/N) smiles at the boy. “Thank you, Avatar, for helping save this dumb ass from falling off a cliff.” She gets up and bows to him. Zuko suddenly picks her up, the world turning sideways as he put her bridal style in his arms.

“Stop putting weight on your ankle!”

“I’m literally showing respect to the person who just helped you, is that a crime?”

“What if you break your ankle so much that you have to cut it off.”

“Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“Okay well you were first when deciding to sit on the edge of a cliff with a broken ankle.”

“You’re right! Sitting is dangerous. Next time, I’ll make sure to stand so at least I’ll have a better chance of reacting if the cliff side starts falling from under me. Oh wait, you were standing, and you still fell.”

Zuko sets her down on a broken rock that’s suitable enough for her to sit on. “Will you just shut up already and let me help you.” He reaches for her ankle, but she moves it from his grasp. Their eyes meet again and narrow in competition.

A mess of limbs as the (Y/N) evades the grip of Zuko, occasionally slapping his hands away if they get too close.

Sokka tilts his head in confusion and opens his mouth. “Is he—is he actually caring for someone?”

Aang nods. “I think? I don’t know, they’re kind of fighting a lot.”

Toph cringes, “Guys, I think it was me who hurt her in the first place. Last night at their camp. Zuko instantly stopped trying to help me when I heard her scream.”

“Guys… I think I’m supposed to let him be my master. I mean, he did just risk everything to save us.” Aang says, eyes locked on the one member who he cares more about than anyone.

Katara, still holding off on agreeing, looks to the two Fire Nation kids again.

“Ow! You bit me! Are you crazy?!” Zuko yells, shaking his left hand out.

The stranger girl laughs cheerfully. “Only crazy for you, stupid.”

And a phenomenon occurs. Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation blushes and looks down at the ground, a huge smile on his face.

“I hate you.” Is all he says.

“Yeah, I love you too.”

Katara, seeing the humane side of the prince, finally lets her guard down and walks over to them. Zuko’s eyes widen at her proximity, but the water tribe girl holds his gaze.

“I’ll heal the girl if it gets you two to shut up. And you have to find dinner for tonight.”

Katara’s eyes widen again at the sight of the crying prince who suddenly bows to her feet, thanking her with his whole heart. He then turns to his smiling girl beside him and pulls her into a hug.

“Thank you, (Y/N). For everything.”

“I’ll always help you… stupid.”

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ggukkieland · 4 years ago

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📕CURRENT READS (2020 October)

🌹 Fics I’ve enjoyed reading this October, with some few unread ones (still have 4 to 5 days to finish!). Waah I have read a lot 😲 I can’t believe I’m almost complete with this list 🥳. Usually when I post and organize the list, half of it are still on #toread status. I thought of curating Halloween-themed fics 🎃 but I ended up reading any genre anyway😁.

Again, credit goes to these awesome writers! Sending them lots of love and virtual hugs 🥰🤗💜🥰🤗💜🥰🤗 .

✅ - done reading | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]

Still reading the ongoing series from last month’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊

I Feel You in my Heart by @purpletaecup - MYG | exes au, second chances, some chapters have smau elements | A, S, F (really good story development 😭)

[7/?] nearly 2 months after their divorce, yoongi and y/n wade through the aftermath of the fallout by themselves. yoongi is moving on with someone else while y/n finds herself stuck in waves of anxiety and depression. soon enough, they are brought together again by an unfortunate accident

If it Harms None, Do What You Will by purpletaecup - JJK | smau, comedy, supernatural au, fantasy au, witch!reader, demon!jungkook | F, S 🎃

[6/?] it’s the beginning of October and green witch y/n has been preparing for all of the spooky activities she needs to do for all hallow’s eve. one of her older friends gives her a ritual candle for protection. a couple of drops of blood and a wonky magic circle later, there is a high level demon sitting on the floor of her living room.

We Live with a Ghost by @smaubts - JJK | smau, comedy, ghost au, roommates au | F 🎃

[6/13] when jungkook convinces his roommate, y/n, that their house is haunted by an evil ghost, they decide their best option is to contact with it and make it leave but end up summoning an actual ghost by accident.

Swan Black by CharWrites [AO3] - JJK | fantasy, supernatural, enemies to lovers, dark fantasy, apocalypse, Fae!Jungkook, Fae!Yoongi, Fae!Taehyung, LOTR/Mortal Instruments/Labyrinth vibes | A, S (I love this! It’s like watching LOTR 😍) 🎃

[10/?] So's twin brother, Jimin, has been kissed by darkness: an evil that has spread across the land and has claimed many souls. They only have weeks until the darkness consumes him. Once consumed, he will be governed by the unsullied: a powerful race of Dark Fae that has overtaken the world.

So seeks out a rogue Fae Prince, Kook, who is her only hope, if she can survive his deadly charms and irresistible lure especially when he is much more interested in possessing her, mind body and soul.

Third Wheeling by @taetaewonderland - MYG | strangers to lovers au, ceo!yoongi | A, F, S 🥰

[1/?] Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever.

Bad Friends by @hollyxqx- MYG | friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, neighbor au, college au, fwb au | A, S, F (what a good angst 😥)

[1/3] hooking up with your childhood best friend was never your plan, but neither was falling in love with him either. he’s troubled but his heart is gold. when you move away for college, things start to take a turn.

House of Lilies by @suqakoo - JJK | mafia au, arranged marriage au | A, F, S

[3/?] Jeon Jungkook is the only heir to Dal Gurimja. He is the poster child for mafia bosses. He’s a feared hit-man among the underground world, and a successful CEO among the socialites of Seoul. Pair him with a castaway girl who’s been out of society for twelve years, and… what do you get?

Your Eyes Tell by @njkbangtan - JJK | soulmate au, enemies to lovers au, roommates au, sugar baby (but not really), slow burn | A, F

[5/?] 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?

I hate u, I love u by @bbangpanmen - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, smau | A

[17/23] he uses you to forget her; you let him because you love him.

Puzzle by @kimvvantae - JJK | fwb au, friends to lovers au, college au | A, S, F (I’ve read this before, around 2018-19 and I thought it was discontinued. Glad there’s an update ^_^)

[7/?] the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your non-matching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

The Lesson/Min Boy by @adventuresinwonderlust - MYG | bad boy!yoongi, dom-sub elements, enemies to lovers, brat!reader | S, A, F

[6/8] No summary provided but it’s the twisted story between bad boy Yoongi with angsty backstory and this brat/rich kid. I really liked how it was written though. I made a mistake of reading part 4: Two Months Too Long, which should’ve been the 6th story to read if you follow the author’s sequence.

Popular-ish by @hansolmates - JJK | popular!jungkook, college au, fwb to lovers, shy!oc | F, S, A

[9/?] drabble series: you are way out of jungkook’s league. Or is it the other way around?

Date Me by @latetaektalk - JJK | enemies to lovers, fake dating au, rich kid au | A, F,

[prologue + 1/?] when obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.

All Over You by @zibermuda - JJK | enemies to lovers, nerd!jk, fuckgirl!reader | S, F

[2/?] you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you

Effortlessly by @gyukult - JJK | friends to lovers, neighbors au,

[8/?] “Reciprocate feelings?” Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, “They should know that you’re the only girl in my life.“ Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you can’t recall is when your feelings began develop for him.

HEI$T: A JJK Fic by lucidly [AO3] - JJK | heist au, action, bangtan are thieves, vigilante au | A, S

[3/?] Six years after being thrown into the world of forgery, espionage, and heists, Mona and her team face competition like never before: The Bulletproof Boy Scouts, a fabled Korean gang of thieves that everybody seems to know, but no one has seen. When she comes face to face with all 7 of them, Mona knows: they're real, and this job won't be like the others. For years she has followed the money, but could it be time that she follow her heart instead?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series- to read]

✅ - done reading (also there seems to be a lot of JJK fics)

Creep @xjoonchildx - MYG | S, pwp, yandere ✅

Guilty @xjoonchildx - KNJ | A, S, mafia au, second part of Guarded AU (an awesome JHS series)

Chapter One: How Odd Chapter Two: Incheon Mall Tube Tops Final Chapter: Is Something Burning? Epilogue: Better Than Okay

Paddle with Me @yoongs-jeontae - JJK | A, S, enemies to lovers, camp counselor au, pwp ✅

Hate Me @themfchase - JJK | S, collegel!au, enemies to lovers au, fuckboy!jk, pwp ✅

Devil in a Blue Suit @yeojaa - JJK | F, S, idiots to lovers, established au, good boy!jungkook

main story ✅ + drabbles ✅

Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist - JHS | F, S, brother’s best friend au

Fake Love @aquaminwrites - JHS | F, S, A, fake dating au, enemies to lovers ✅

Faded Love @jamaisjoons - PJM | A, S, marriage au, infidelity ✅

Brown-Eyed Baby @vinterjeon - JJK | A, S, F, exes to lovers, single dad!jk

01 02 ✅

Why We Got Married @ktheist - KTH | F, S, arranged marriage au, slow burn ✅

Lonely Hearts Club @dovechim - JJK | S, F, enemies to lovers, wedding au ✅

Come to Me @jeonsweetpea - JJK | S, A, F ,friends to lovers, college au ✅

Satan on the Strip @noir0neko - JJK | S, A, demon!jungkook ✅ 🎃

No Face @seokoloqy - MYG | A, S, F, demon au, supernatural au ✅ 🎃

Take a Chance @crystaljins - JJK | A, Hanahaki au, co-workers, very angsty but Seokjin provides comic relief

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 ✅

The Lottery Offering @skswriting - JJK | A, F, S, werewolf au, sort-of arranged marriage au ✅

A Beautiful Epiphany @onherwings - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, unrequited love, artist!jungkook ✅

Au Naturel (sequel) - drabble, established au ✅

Broken Dreams @ddaenysus - JJK | A, soulmate au, unrequited ✅

And Mended Hearts (sequel) - A, S, soulmate au, college au ✅

Coin Toss @yoondoze - JJK | A, mafia au, detective au, exes au, plot twist 👀 ✅

I Knew It Was You @hoseokmylovesworld - JJK | S, F, werewolf au, college au ✅ 🎃

Little Blue @pars-ley - JJK | F, S, friends to lovers, college au, with TW ✅

Little Blue Pill @dreamescapeswriting - JJK | S, pwp, friends to lovers ✅

Smitten @megahwn - JJK | F, S, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers au ✅

Hit Me with Your Best Shot @namfine - JJK | S, pwp, martial arts, friends to lovers ✅

Slow and Steady @yoonia - JJK | S, A, artist!jungkook, infidelity, established au ✅

Cockblocked @mercurygguk - JJK | A, S, F, friends to lovers, roommates au ✅

everything I ever wanted (drabble) - morning after ✅

What are you Afraid Of? @cupofteaguk - JJK | F, avatar the last bender au

Part 2 (prompt: if you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed) - avatar au, F, S

demon-etized @jungkxook - KNJ | S, youtube au, ghost hunter au 🎃

Spellbound @jeonseok - JJK | F, slight S, demon au, crack, romcom ✅ 🎃

Raising Demons (sequel) - fluffy, smut, established au, crack ✅ 🎃

What’s in a Name? @minsimagines - JJK | A, F, demon au, soul selling scenario, romance

01 02 03 ✅ 🎃

The Big Yellow School Bus [15k] fringesofsanity [AO3] - JJK | S, A, F, noona, fwb au ✅

once bitten, twice shy [5.6k] obiwrites [AO3] - JJK | A, F, implied S, exes au, parents au ✅

Lose Somebody [26k] @kooala - JJK | A, F, slight S, exes au, camping au ✅

Oh What a World [100k] @taestybae - PJM | A, S, F, fake marriage au, fallen idol au (been wanting to read this since July (!), will finally get to reading this 🥰)

series masterlist [18 chapters + epilogue]

🥕[Drabbles]

okay I just realized they’re all JJK drabbles 😅

Incandesce @eunoiabliss - 544 words | JJK | fantasy au, fluff ✅

Forgetful Confession @suhdays - 991 words | JJK | fluff, slight angst, college au, friends to ??? ✅

Club @taleasnewastime - 2k | JJK | fluff, bestfriends ✅

JJK Reincarnation drabble @ktheist - 571 words | JJK | F, reincarnation (?) | love love this 🥰 ✅

Pup @whipped-for-kpop-fics - 1.5k | JJK | F, humour, werewolf au, established au | this is cute and funny 🤣 ✅

A Line Crossed @underthejoon - 723 words | JJK | A, bodyguard au ✅

Rousing Rendezvous @rookiegukie - 1.5k | JJK | smut, frenemies with benefits, modern royalty au ✅

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butgilinsky · 5 years ago

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sneaking around // rc

warning; language, familial issues (not super), alludes to sex but nothing graphic, soft rafe!!!!

summary; in which y/n routledge and rafe cameron are sneaking around, and john b gets annoyed with his sister’s secrets

word count; 3.1k+

the year had been a rough one for y/n. her dad disappearing was just as hard on her as it was on john b, but they seemed to deal with it in very different ways. john b threw himself into just about anything he could focus on. any task he found that was time consuming and needed a lot of attention, john b immersed himself in it.

y/n was bit simpler than her younger brother. she buried herself in parties, and boys. though, lately it had been the same boy, every time she needed to take the edge off. she’d labeled herself crazy after their first night together, soon changing the title to clinically insane after it had become a routine.

“i’ll see you later, cameron.” she tugged her shorts back up her hips, doing a small hop to get them up all the way.

she had barely looked for her shirt before the boy still laying across his bed grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down. she fell on the bed in front of him, and he moved on top of her quickly.

he pressed his lips firmly against hers, hands gripping her hips tightly while her arms snaked around his neck slowly. she hummed into the kiss but pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed him softly off of her. he groaned at the gesture, trying to bury his head in her neck to make any move that would get her to stay longer.

“some of us have to work, rich boy.” he groaned again, rolling over onto his back while she pushed herself off of the bed and up on her feet.

“you always leave early because of the stupid wreck.” y/n rolled her eyes at the statement, knowing rafe didn’t understand how much she needed to work.

“easy for you to say, pretty boy. you’ve never had to wait tables to care for yourself, let alone you and your younger brother.” rafe rolled his eyes but let it go, knowing that she got annoyed when he pressed this issue.

“just wish you didn’t have to run off so soon.” she smile at the comment, but he didn’t catch that with her back towards him.

he propped himself up onto his elbows and watched her look around the room for her shirt for a bit, laughing slightly at the struggle she was enduring. she clicked her tongue and raised her eyebrows at him, testing him silently. he held his hands out slightly, not helping her in the slightest.

she nodded slowly, eyes locked on his closet before she grabbed the door handle and walked inside of it for a moment. she looked through the rack slowly, ignoring rafe’s burning gaze on her bare back. she found an old rolling stones shirt, figuring it would be hard for anyone to prove it was rafe’s, and slid it over her torso.

she tucked the front of the shirt into her jean shorts and stepped into her shoes before leaning over the boy and pressed her lips against his quickly. she pulled back up but he whined and pulled her back down, this time leaving a longer kiss against her lips. she laughed when she pulled back again and grabbed the remainder of her things.

her phone started ringing, just before she got out of the house and it made her groan softly. she shot rafe a look and pressed a finger to her lips in a warning, laughing when he mimicked her actions.

“what’s up booker?” her brother groaned at the use of his middle name, knowing that his sister only did it to bother him.

“where the hell are you? i know you work today, but kie said you’re not at the wreck.” y/n rolled her eyes at her brother’s question and sent a short wave to rafe before reaching for the door knob.

“i’m actually on my way to the wreck.” she jogged down the stairs, knowing nobody else was in the cameron household which was one of the reasons she was there in the first place.

“okay, but you’ve been gone for hours, y/n-”

“did you need something, booker, or did you just call to pull my leg?” she rolled her eyes softly as she made the short walk down the street to where her car was parked, not wanting to risk anyone finding y/n routledge’s car at the cameron estate.

“just worried, y/n. didn’t want you running off on another bender-”

“i’m gonna stop you there. i’m clearly sober as can be, though that’s unfortunate for you since you’re getting on my nerves. i’m going to the wreck now, so if you’d like to drive over and lecture me about my whereabouts, you can do so then.” she got into her car and shut the door a little harder than she would’ve normally given her slight agitation towards her brother.

“did you just get into your car? y/n, where the hell-”

“bye booker!” she ended the call quickly, tossing her phone into the passenger seat before groaning softly and driving off.

when she got to the wreck, her brother and his friends were already gathered around a table, which made her laugh softly though she rolled her eyes at them. kie hopped out of the chair she was sat in and skipped over to y/n with a wide smile.

“where have you been?” her question was the same as her brother’s, though it held a lighter tone to it.

“doesn’t matter-”

“that’s not the shirt you were wearing when you left this morning.” john b pointed out quickly, arms crossed his chest as he leaned back in his chair, an annoyed expression on his face.

“you’re very observant, booker. you should’ve gotten a trophy in school for that. teachers get hard ons for attention to detail.” she pointed her finger at her little brother, though all of his friends were gasping and looking at the older sibling with wide eyes.

“y/n routledge, did you get laid?” john b smacked jj quickly, sending him a harsh glare at the question.

“oh my god, by who?” kie squealed excitedly, almost bouncing on her feet in curiosity.

“i knew she got more action than john b.” john b would’ve hit pope for that one just like he did with jj, but luckily for pope, he was out of arms reach.

“alright, alright, settle down. i have to get to work.” y/n rolled her eyes at the questions jj and kie kept firing off and walked towards the kitchen.

kie followed behind her, being the only one of the group allowed back there anyways. she also knew hat y/n would tell her things that she wouldn’t tell any of the boys.

“so, who’s the mystery guy?” kie smirked at y/n, watching her laugh and roll her eyes while she gathered everything she needed for her shift.

“doesn’t matter, kie.” the girl pushed out her bottom lip and attempted to create puppy dog eyes, but y/n waved her off. “nobody knows, kie, so don’t feel so left out.”

“but i want to know!” the girl whined, which made y/n laugh again.

“it’s top secret.” y/n pressed a finger to her lips and winked at kiara who just groaned out loudly while y/n walked out into the dining room to start waiting tables.

y/n’s shift went as smoothly as it could with her brother and his friends sitting in the dining room. she’d pass by every once in a while, having short conversations with them and leaving every time jj tried to dig about her morning.

they eventually left, which made her shift a bit easier, though it made it less enjoyable. though her brother got on her nerves, she couldn’t help but find the group enjoyable to be around.

when she finally got off, she drove back to the chateau and saw kie’s car parked next to the van, which led her to assume they were all inside of the house. she didn’t mind, though it did make it a little harder to sleep at night with the house packed.

she walked in, hearing loud cheers and claps when she walked through the door. she laughed softly, doing a slow turn and a dramatic bow, which made the group erupt in a chorus of laughter.

“how was work?” she rolled her eyes at the question, knowing none of them actually cared about how her shift went.

“work was fine.” she opened the fridge and groaned at the low amount of beer, knowing jj would be begging her for another case soon. though she wasn’t old enough to buy beer, she had friends that were, given that she was older than the group that sat in her living room.

she grabbed a beer can and popped it open before turning back to the group that had gone quiet. all eyes were on her, which made her smile, feigning innocence as she stared at them with a mock confused look.

“tell us who you were with!” jj yelled, his impatience getting the best of him.

“spill the beans!”

“i want to know!”

“yeah, tell us.” she narrowed her eyes at her brother, not understanding why he was pushing this so hard.

“you want me to tell you, booker? you want me to tell you all the juicy details? who i ran off with and what happened? how many times i’ve jumped into bed with this guy, maybe how it felt when he-”

“okay GROSS!” john b yelled loudly, pressing his hands to his ears when his sister started giving too much information.

“suit yourself, dude i wanna hear it.” jj smirked at y/n, who rolled her eyes before laughing when a pillow collided with his face.

her phone buzzed in her pocket, which she knew meant trouble. she contemplated just ignoring it, knowing that it would cause a scene, but it sounded fun, so she answered it.

“hello?” she smiled at the group looking at her with wide eyes.

“you busy?” she let out a soft laugh at the question, watching the group wait for her to say something as they were practically on the edge of their seats.

“i guess you could call it that.” the scoff echoed through the phone, which made her roll her eyes as a reflex.

“well i’m bored, and i figured i could come pick you up, or-”

“that’s not a good idea.” she laughed gently at the thought of rafe coming to pick her up with the peanut gallery in her living room. “i can come meet you somewhere.”

“who are you meeting?” jj yelled, which made her roll her eyes while the other three all gave him small smacks to the chest or arm.

“ah, the chihuahuas are there.” she rolled her eyes at the name and moved into the living room, passing her beer to john b seeing as she would not be finishing it.

“i mean, you could come by and deal with-”

“no no, that’s not a can i want to open tonight, princess.” she rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips at the nickname.

“alright then i’ll meet you-”

“you’re not going anywhere.”

“booker, you can’t stop me from getting into my car and driving somewhere on my own time. i’m two years older than you and-”

“and you’re running off with a stranger!” she let out a loud groan, almost forgetting there were more people in the room and one on the phone.

“he’s not a stranger! god, you’re so fucking dramatic. i’ve been doing this for months, so get your head out of your ass-”

“MONTHS?” john b pushed himself off of the couch and stood in front of his sister, arms stretched out by his sides as he stared at her in anger laced with shock.

“yes, months. we seem to cope with our pain in different ways.” he rolled his eyes, the anger in his chest only building.

“if dad was here-”

“but he’s not! that’s the thing, john, dad isn’t here! he hasn’t been here for months, and i know that fucking sucks for you as much as it does for me, but if you haven’t noticed, you’re not here either. you’re always out on the boat or drowning yourself in anything that takes your full attention and while that’s fine and it works for you, it leaves me in the fucking dark. so i’m sorry that you’re mad that i’ve been seeing someone behind your back, but i have to find a way to not dive off the deep end.”

everyone in the room stared at her, shocked that she had popped off like that. for the most part, she was cool calm and collected. y/n routledge was always the girl that seemed to have her shit together, and when she didn’t she made sure she broke down behind closed doors.

for that moment, she had lost track of what was going on, along with the fact that there were people staring at her and the last person she wanted to hear any of this on the other side of the phone. she cursed under her breath, remembering that rafe was on the phone, and that kie, jj and pope were staring at the siblings that were just previously arguing.

though it didn’t mean much to anyone else, john b had froze the second she called him john. she hadn’t done that in years. it was always booker, or b, or JB, or quite realistically anything under the sun that wasn’t just ‘john’.

“i uh, shit y/n, i didn’t know-”

“i know you didn’t know, booker.” she rolled her eyes and turned back around, taking a few steps towards the counter to grab her keys. “if i wanted you to know, i would’ve told you.”

“so you would’ve just gone off the deep end without saying anything? you would’ve drowned yourself in your shitty coping mechanisms?”

she stood in front of the door, eyes shut gently as she held the still silent phone to her ear. she was breathing through her nose, but her chest was rising and falling heavily.

“i’m fine, booker. don’t wait up.” she kicked the door open, letting it shut behind her on its own.

she made it all the way to her car before she let out a loud groan and looked at the phone, half wishing that he had hung up a long time ago, but of course he hadn’t.

“sorry about that. guess that’s kind of a mood killer.” she mumbled softly into the phone, any thought of having sex completely wiped from her mind.

“who said there had to be a mood?” she smiled softly, leaning her head back against the seat for a moment before turning on her car.

“the usual spot?”

it didn’t take long for her to get there, but she got there first, which was strange. it was a spot right along the line that separated the cut and figure eight. the drive was almost even for both of them, though rafe’s driving usually got him there almost ten minutes before y/n every time.

it was strange, to be there before him, but it was slightly soothing to be there by herself for a moment. though, that moment didn’t last very long. soon after she had propped herself on the hood of her car, the area in front of her lit up from the headlights that pulled in next to her.

she looked over her shoulder, smiling brightly at the boy that stepped out of the truck. he smiled brightly at her and held up a bag in one hand and a cup in the other.

“what is that, cameron?” she pushed herself off of her hood and stood on the ground, watching the boy walk around his car to stand in front of her.

“it’s a box of sugar cookies from that bakery you like over on figure eight, and a white mocha, because i figured you’d have a headache after screaming at your brother.” she rolled her eyes at his last comment, which made him laugh softly, though she soon came back to smiling widely at the boy.

“you know, pretty boy, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you have a thing for a pogue.” he rolled his eyes, given that she always teased the kook king about falling for a pogue.

“just take your cookies and kiss me.” she stood on her toes soon after, wrapping her arms around the boy’s neck and pressing her lips into his.

both of them smiled against each other, though the kiss didn’t last as long as they wanted it to. y/n stood flat on her feet and thanked rafe before taking the cookies and the coffee from him. she shot him a confused look when he made a noise and ran back to his truck.

he opened the passenger side door and leaned into the truck, moving things around before pulling back and shutting the door. he held up a hoodie that she used to joke about stealing all the time.

she gasped softly, jumping softly in place at the sight, which made a laugh bubble from rafe’s throat. y/n put the bag and cup on the hood of her car, being careful to not knock the coffee over when she reached for the hoodie and pulled it over her head.

the familiar scent washed over her and she hummed softly before wrapping her arms around rafe’s abdomen and buried her face in his chest. he laughed softly but wrapped his arms around her, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“i’m sorry you got into a fight with your brother, and i’m really sorry about what the fight was about. i’m sorry if i’m driving a wedge between-”

“don’t even say it.” she whispered softly while shaking her head. “you’re not doing anything wrong, rafe. you’re the only thing that has kept me from spiraling.” she looked up at the boy, her chin pressed to his chest.

“i’m just sorry you feel like that. i know you two used to be closer than anyone else on this entire island and this whole thing with your dad, i don’t know i wish i could help you.” she shook her head softly with a bright smile.

“you do help me.” she whispered softly, lifting herself onto her toes to press her lips against his.

he moved his hands to hold either side of her face, holding her lips against his for a moment before letting her stand flat on her feet again.

“let’s eat cookies.”

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donutloverxo · 5 years ago

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Stevie

Authors note- listen... I'm sorry for this but at the same time I'm not. Anyway this was inspired by an arc from the anime gintama.

the female captain america graphic does not belong to me.

Do not repost or steal my works. Reblogs are welcome

Summary- Steve has been on a space mission for a week. When he gets back he's a completely different person.

Pairings- Steve Rogers x reader, Stevie x reader

Warning- smut, sex toys, bi curious reader, gender bender(Tony nat and steve get turned into the opposite sex)

Word count- 3.3k

Masterlist

You had been monitoring Steve’s mission status for the past week. You were both used to the other being gone on missions. But a mission in space was something else. Steve, Tony and Nat were helping Carol out with a situation in space. Since the guardians were mia. In another galaxy. It was still hard to wrap your head around. Last you heard going to Mars was considered a huge accomplishment now people are travelling to another solar systems.

It was hard not to worry. So many things could go wrong. They could be sucked into a black hole or encounter a hostile species. You were one of the few Avengers who had never been to space. As you were blipped after the snap.

You had heard about it from Steve. He had a far away melancholic look in his eyes whenever he talked about it. You understood how hard those five years must’ve been for him. You weren’t sure if you could even last 5 weeks without him.

As much as you would’ve liked to go explore space you had decided someone had to stay home.

You were going about your night drinking some coffee to help with your fatigue in front of the monitor waiting for updates from Steve’s team. You had not left the room, you pretty much lived there. They were supposed to be home two days ago. With no updates from either of them you were at the end of your rope.

You were jolted awake when you felt your chair along with the whole room vibrating. You didn’t even realise you had fallen asleep. You rushed outside hoping that the team had made it back.

You looked at Carol approaching you from the ship landed on the compound lawn.

“Hey there”, she greeted giving you a nervous smile.

“Is something wrong?”, you asked looking at the ship hoping to see Steve come out of it.

“Well yes and no. Something happened. I’m going to need you to stay calm.”

“I’m always calm”, impatient you walked towards the ship.

You stopped in your tracks when you see three more people come out of it. Two women and a man. Confused you looked back at Carol who just smiled and shrugged.

“This must be weird for you”, you heard the man say, his hoarse deep voice say.

You looked back at the three of them and wished to pinch yourself or slap yourself, anything to wake up from this dream. You looked the three of them up and down. It wasn’t too obvious but they looked a lot like Steve Tony and Nat.

The redhead man had broad shoulders, a square jaw and a Bob haircut. He was shorter than the blond woman standing beside him.

You stopped breathing for a minute when you looked at her. She was tall, taller than any woman you’d ever seen probably taller than most men. She had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Her short blond hair was slicked back. If you didn’t know better you would be scared by her sharp features but you couldn’t help look away from her piercing blue eyes. That’s when you realized.

“Steve?”, you breathed out after what felt like forever.

“No no, she’s Stevie now”, you whipped your heard to look at the short brunette woman standing behind the redhead. Her hair was short with flicks of grey. She had wrinkles around her eyes and mouth.

“Yeah and she’s Toni now. As in Toni with an i.”, she redhead said.

“What is going on here?!”, you yelled and looked at Carol for an explanation.

“Well we were on the mission everything was going quite well. But then somebody decided to make some sexist jokes.”, she gave Toni and the red head a icy stare. “So they changed these idiots into the opposite sex. To teach them a lesson. They will go back to their old selves soon enough.”

“Ok it was just a joke! How was I supposed to know they would be so sensitive”, Toni whined.

“Wait who are ‘they’?”, you asked her

“Aliens”, she answered and walked back to the spaceship “alright I have to leave good luck”

“Oh no you don’t. How are we supposed to fix this?” Toni chased behind her asking and then begging her to stay.

You looked at the red head who would most probably be Nat and then at Stevie. Not really knowing what to say your gaze went down Stevie’s body. Your eyes widened when you looked at the curve of her breasts. You couldn’t see them properly under her tshirt but you could tell that they were big. It was no surprise, Steve did always have big assets.

“Uh... can we go inside?”, Stevie asked awkwardly rubbing her forearm with her hand.

You hadn’t uttered a single word still speechless and in shock. Was this real life? You had solved so many problems, seen so many things over the years but never in your life did you think you would be here. Looking at your boyfriend or girlfriend, you couldn’t deal with the feelings emerging inside you or how much you wanted to touch her to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

You could only see her arms and face as she was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. She had a soft sheen of blond hair on her arms, not nearly as coarse as Steve’s arm hair used to be. Her arms were still muscular and definied but much more slimmer. And she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Not that you were complaining.

She was looking down at her thighs closing them and then opening them again, probably not sure how to sit. She looked up at you and smiled.

“How are you feeling?”, you asked her.

“Strange”, she said running her hand through her short hair. “Are you okay?”

“Well...”, you started not knowing how to finish. Would she be mad if she knew what was going on in your head? She was confused and in distress this is neither the time nor the place to have unsavory thoughts.

Nat came into the common room and plopped down beside Stevie. “I just used the bathroom. It was quite interesting.”, she said nodding to herself and staring off into space. She looked like she was contemplating her entire life.

You looked at Toni grumbling and making herself a drink. “She left. Said we’ll be back to normal by tomorrow”, she sat down on the sofa in front of you sipping her drink. She looked down at her breast before squeezing one.

“Toni!”, Stevie chastised him and looked away. You laughed at both of them, Nat and Toni joined you as laughter filled the hall.

“Imagine if Stark was born a woman”, Nat wondered.

“They definitely wouldn’t call you a playboy. They'd call you much worse names.”, you said before going back to admiring Stevie in all her glory while you had time.

“I’m going to head out. Good night kids. Pray to your gods that we go back to our old selves tomorrow”, Toni said putting her empty glass on the coffee table before leaving.

Nat yawned and stretched her back. “I’m going to bed as well. Long mission. Good night”

“So, what do you wanna do?”, you tentatively asked Stevie. You were suddenly nervous around her, the way someone would be around a new crush. You went back and forth between looking at her eyes, breasts and your lap.

“Let’s just go to bed. But... uh.. I could just sleep in the guest room if you like.” She scratched her neck blushing just like your Steve would. You smiled at her. There was no need to be nervous. This was the same Steve you knew and loved.

“No. We can sleep together. I’ve missed you”, you take her hand in yours. It felt the same but a bit different. Maybe because her hands were much smaller than Steve’s.

“I’m not me though”, she mused looking at your fingers linked together.

“I don’t mind. In fact I like it”, maybe you were being too bold but this might be the only chance you ever get.

“Oh?”, she looked at you her pink plump lips pouting. They looked even more kissable right now. Her nose was slimmer but still a bit crooked. The cute confused expression on her face reminded you so much of your Steve. Which was bizarre because she was still your Steve.

You couldn’t help it anymore, you leaned in putting your hand on the armrest for support and joined both your lips. She was stiff at first but then relaxed. You licked her lips and she opened her mouth kissing you deeply. She had missed your lips and your touch for the past week.

You broke apart after a few minutes. You looked into her eyes trying to catch your breathe. You decided to sit on her lap like you usually do. She put her hand around you as you nuzzled into her neck breathing her in. She smelled different, more feminine, but you could still smell hints of Steve’s soap and cologne.

“Are you sure about this?”, she asked intensely looking into your eyes.

You cradled her face in your hands. “I am as long as you’re comfortable. I’ve always wanted to do that. Be with a woman. Just never got the chance.”

“I... uh.. wouldn’t know what to do to”, she murmured looking away.

Steve, bless his heart, would never go anywhere near porn. He always found it too gratuitous. Never mind that the few sex tapes the two of you did make were plenty gratuitous.

No matter how much he liked to act like a boy Scout you knew all his kinks and perversions. But you had seen and read your fair share of erotica and you knew what you liked. You could make it work.

“You’ve always wanted to be with a woman?”, he asked and you nodded “you never told me that”

“I don’t know. I like women but don’t even feel like thinking about anyone else when I have you. Man or woman”, you shrugged. She blushed at that giving you a wide grin.

“Well... maybe Carol..”, you trailed off. You had developed a slight crush on her since the moment you met her. She was so fierce and strong. She didn’t take shit from anyone. You smiled at how she just left everyone here and went on her next mission to save the universe.

She was someone admirable. Or maybe it was just because she was a lot like Steve. Captain and everything.

Stevie hummed at that. She had seen you looking at Carol in adoration, her suspicions were just confirmed. She didn’t feel bad or jealous. She knew you were hers.

***

You had made yourself at home between Stevies leg while she laid her head on your pillow. She was apprehensive about letting you go down on her or see her. But you were adamant about giving her the experience of a female orgasm.

Maybe you had your selfish reasons as well. You couldn’t stop looking at her pretty pink pussy. It might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You were tempted to whip out your phone and click a few pictures.

There were little dirty blond hair sprinkled around it. You wondered if you liked it because it was objectively pretty or because it was attached to the love of your life.

You smiled to yourself when you noticed it was glowing. She was probably getting impatient. She had been on a tasking mission, she deserves some relief. You were a bit anxious even if you knew what you had to do, you had never done it before. Your core tingled when you remembered the first time Steve ate you out. How you had to direct him and tell him exactly what to do. He was pretty much a pro at it now.

You licked a shy stripe up her lips. You gained a little bit of confidence when you felt her gasp and shiver. You licked a few more stripes before sucking on her clit. She seemed to like it when you did it faster so you increased your pace.

You pushed your tongue inside of her while licking her up. You decide to try incorporating your fingers as well. Pushing one and then two inside of her before thrusting them in and out with purpose.

She grunted and pushed your head back towards her core. “Shit”, she screamed as you began lapping her up again.

Steve never had any qualms about cursing during love making. It gave you great pleasure knowing you’re the only one that ever gets to see this wild feral side of him. Or her.

“Oh god”, she clutched your hair fisting them in her hand before coming all over your mouth. You lapped up everything you could.

You climbed up on your bed and looked down into her eyes. “How was that?”, you asked stroking her cheek.

“Pretty good”, she smiled up at you her blue eyes twinkling.

You raised your brows at her frowning. “Just pretty good?”

“It was perfect. But nothing different, I think”, she replied bringing your hand to her lips giving it a kiss. “Now it’s your turn”, she smirked.

“No”, you said firmly and got off the bed disappearing into your closet.

“No?”, she asked before sitting up trying to see what you were up to.

You return to your bed tying your favorite strap on to your hips and coating it with a generous amount of lube. You smirked when you looked at her staring at it. “What do you think?”

You already knew the answer to that question. You had used the very same toy on Steve’s ass more times than you could count. As much as you loved being dominated by him you also liked pleasing him, having him completely at your mercy.

She visibly gulped down. “How do you want to do it?”

“I’d like to look at your face.” You said holding her face in your hands stroking her cheeks. You push her down on the bed. Kneeling between her legs. You groped and stroked her body. It was unsurprisingly as soft as you imagined it would be. You held her breasts in your hands for a minute squeezing them and stroking her nipples. “they’re so soft”, you wondered out loud.

“Now you know why I like yours so much”, she said chuckling

You squeezed her pink hard nipple between your fingers before taking it in your mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

“Fuck... doll I need you”, she whined grabbing your dildo lining it up to her pussy.

You released her nipple with a pop swatting her hands away. “Be patient”, you scolded. She pouted at you but kept her hands to herself.

After sucking on her breasts for a while you lined your dildo upto her pussy. You snaked a hand under her hips to pull her up towards you, just like Steve used to do with you. You needed to be as close to her as possible.

You have her an open mouthed kiss slowly pushing into her. She moaned into your mouth. You fucked her nicely and slowly. Holding her in your hands as if she was the most precious thing to you, which she truly was.

You increased your pace when you felt her moaning and grunting loudly, knowing she was probably very close. You looked down at her face scrunched up in pleasure as she came around your cock.

You had never been able to look at Steve’s face when he came, either you were too fucked out from your own orgasms or were focusing on making him last longer.

Now looking down at her, doing something that was only pleasure able for her felt incredibly intimate. It felt better than any orgasm could’ve.

You pulled out of her, taking the strap on off before cuddling with her.

“That was something else”, she mumbled feeling high from her intense orgasm.

***

Later that night you had some how convinced Stevie to let you put make up on her. She didn’t agree at first but with some pouting she was basically putty in your hands.

You lips were set in a firm straight line in concentration as you tried not to mess up her eyeliner. Her hair was incredibly short so there wasn’t much you could do with it. You wondered if she would let you take some pictures.

“So what exactly happened? Why did they turn you into women... and man”, you asked still not sure how they were able to do it.

“It was something Tony said about never understanding women and then Natasha argued with all men are the same or something along those lines”, he said a frown on his face as if he was trying hard to remember it “I was caught in the middle of it trying to get them to stop fighting” You decided to let it go for now. Maybe she’d tell you the whole story some other day.

“One good thing about this is now you can take my name”, you smiled as you imagined Steve with your last name.

“I always thought you’d take mine. I like the thought of you as Mrs Rogers”

“Oh and why would I do that? I was one of the most renowned sheild agent and I am the best avenger”,you said puffing your chest out proudly.

“You might have some competition with that”, she teased smirking at you to which you stuck out your tongue putting some final touches on her face. “I guess our kids could just hyphenate”

You gasped at that, “kids? If you think I’m having more than one child then you’ve lost your mind. You know what it’s like to have a vagina now. Imagine pushing a child the size of a watermelon out of it”, you huffed but looking at her pretty face all your anger melted away.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. You know if I could go through it instead of you I would”, she said stroking your thighs and you knew she was sincere.

Steve would never let anything bad happen to you. Not if he could help it. After he got you back he had vowed to you that he would always protect you.

You looked at her sad face hunched down staring at the ground. She looked as if she was in another world. “Stevie what’s wrong?”

“It’s just what if the kid inherits all my illness. Or the super serum. That could be a danger to you”

You knelt down between her legs so you could look into her eyes. “Hey it’s okay”, you said softly “we don’t have to have kids. And we can always adopt. That gives us much more time”

“Are you sure?”, she asked shyly playing with a strand of your hair.

“Absolutely positive”, you beamed up at her.

***

The next morning you woke up earlier than usual. Stretching your back muscles you smiled looking at the sun shining through the window. It was a beautiful day. Perfect for a picnic. You looked to your side smiling at Steve sleeping peacefully. Wait a minute.

“Steve”, you shook him harshly.

“What?”, he rose his voice heavy and hoarse. He looked down at his body touching his pecs and abs before looking back at you. “I’m back”

“Yeah you’re back”

You both went down to the common room to find if Toni and Nat had went back to their normal selves. They were already waiting for both of you.

“Oh Rogers is back too!”, Tony said eagerly.

“Did you two have fun last night?”, Nat smirked suggestively at the two of you.

“I see neither of you learned your lesson then”, Steve shook his head at them before looking at you, catching you staring at him. “What do you miss Stevie?”

You shook your head at him. Lightly slapping his chest. “I like what’s in here. Doesn’t matter how you look”

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s1ater · 4 years ago

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could you do a tory x robby fic. don't worry if you don't have time:)

our roots. robby keene x tory nichols

summary 📣: in which tory is convinced her and robby are more similar than he thinks, so what happens when they’re thrown into a situation that brings him back to his roots?

warning/s 🚫: swearing, mentions of drinking and drugs, sexual themes but not smut

slater’s note 🗯: i got so excited for this request, thank you for sending this in anon! anyways my inbox is open and if you prefer something else for them, shoot :)

"we know eachother robby," tory shrugged, "we know eachother a lot better than we think."

robby glanced over to tory for a short moment before looking away, his tongue poking the side of his cheek as he thought. he picked away at his fingers, his foot tapping at the ground.

it had been awhile since robby was stuck in the kind of situation he was in right then, and he didn't know how to feel.

he had only known tory for a couple of months. it was on and off at certain times, her showing up at random. he'd see her at parties, in the hallways at school, sometimes just around in public but never had he ever approached her, it was always her.

and that was how it had all started.

she had showed up at his dad's apartment at randomly, two forties in hand with a smug smirk on her face. he had stared at her absolutely dumbfounded, blinking a couple of time before she broke his surprised train of thought.

“so, you gonna let me in?”

he blinked again before moving rather fast.

"you're lucky my dad didn't answer the door," he had mumbled quietly, quickly closing the door after sliding out of the small apartment.

"what do you mean?" she faked pout, "i'm sure sensi lawerence would love to go on a bender with us."

"what're you doing here?"

he felt like he was on a personal attack, like she was blackmailing him for some odd reason by just showing up randomly on his front door.

robby hadn't gotten along with tory in the beginning, her constant unreasonable attacks on sam for no reason while also shitting on him for practically making an attempt to kill her ex boyfriend, miguel.

“you know i don’t drink.”

and yet she had somehow convinced him to go out on the northern heights to drink since no one she remotely liked was free or just hadn't wanted to drink with her at four in the afternoon.

that four in the afternoon had reached ten p.m. painfully fast, causing robby a great big headache as the forties went down fast and the other bottles of alcohol were pulled out from tory’s backseat, going down just as easy.

and now there they were in the middle of the LAPD police station sitting before the empty head of security desk.

he couldn’t help but have regretted everything he had done that night, all the drinking, the laughing, and the reckless driving, and then the destruction property, the reason they got caught in the first place.

he had tory hop on his shoulders in attempt to pull off the “towing after hours” sign screwed to a wooden pole. they were unsuccessful, ending in fits of giggles before hearing the familiar sound of the police sirens, causing them to sober up real fast.

robby hadn't felt that nervous in awhile, but it was like another saturday night for tory. she was relaxed, leaned back in the old rough plastic chairs she had sat in many many times.

"we're more alike than you think."

that rung through his ears, causing him to stop moving all his anxious limbs, his mouth slight agape as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

he hated that she said that, he also hated the fact that it was true. tory reminded him a lot of his old self. the old self that used to do molly at school, used to drink a lot, get high, steal, scam, do drugs, anything that involved with social rebellion. you know, the “basic teen actions”.

he used to be tory, so used to the chair that she now sat in to the point he was comfortable in it.

"yeah, but not anymore," he mumbled, glancing over to her, causing her to clench her jaw. she was hoping he would agree, she was hoping he'd reassure her that they were both unstable, that they were on the same level of impulsive and bold.

that they both had nothing to lose because they had already lost so much and they really were just living day by day.

but he denied her of all of that.

every since she had joined the cobra kai dojo, she had heard a lot about robby and how he was some cool asshole who took the term “rebellious teen” to a whole other level. even through high school he was always somebody everyone talked about, whether it being about his shitty father or how much of a good fuck he was.

she found comfort in robby, like he was some super hero she read about in comics and saw in movies, someone she could look up to just because he had the same sob story as her.

but now tory rolled her eyes, sinking deeper into the plastic chair. apparently he isn’t her superhero anymore.

the head of LAPD had let them go with a warning and robby had no idea how or why but by the way tory was silently smirking he knew she had to have had some connections.

they pair was escorted out to the lot where they held tory’s car, giving her the keys after driving it out into the main parking lot, leaving them alone in the cold crisp night air.

they both stared up at the sky for a decent amount of time, the stars shinning especially bright that night making tory slightly smile.

“you can’t leave your roots, robby,” tory said in truth, her head tilted back in competence, “you always seem to end up back to where you’ve began.”

she nodded to him in content, her lips pressed into a thin line as if that were to be the last time she’d see him in awhile.

robby watched her walk off towards her old crappy car, his mind racing, “tory wait.”

and she stopped, not turning until she heard his footfalls get nearer to her. he was looking at the black tar filling in the crack of the old parking lot, steadily strolling towards her.

her watched him carefully, anticipating his next move, her skin rolling up and down into anxiousness.

he looked up, and it went fast, his hands reaching up to each side of her face, pressing his lips against hers.

she suppressed the gasp that wavered out in the back of her throat, her hands reaching out to grasp air before she settled for his arm, her fingers wrapping around his forearm, leaning into him.

his lips move in sync hers slowly as they fell into a cloud of lust that began to take over the both of their minds.

he pushed her back, tory’s back hitting up against the back of someone’s car, her head tilting up in a gasp, diverting them both into a different position.

robby’s lips reached down to her fair colored neck, his mouth beginning to press kisses and pull skin lightly between his teeth as he sucked onto her neck and along her collarbone.

her stomach began to tighten, causing her to gasp for air, chest sinking up and down as he continued on, his hands roaming all over her body, gripping, grasping, and pulling against her clothes and body.

“robby,” her voice came out in a low whine, different from the usual tone, stern, hard, and snarky, but now weak and desperate, making him groan, his lips going back to hers.

“you want to do this?” his voice rough, waving onto her lips making her stomach tie up even more, “right now?”

and tory grinned, her face ducking away from his, making sure she could see the smirk on her face, “you know i do.”

#robby keene #cobra kai #robby keene x reader #robby keene imagine #tanner buchanan #tory nichols #robby keene x tory nichols #tanner buchanan x reader #tanner buchanan imagine #hawk cobra kai #eli moskowitz #miguel diaz #peyton list

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plxtokid · 4 years ago

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summer rain - zutara oneshot

Pairing: Zuko x Katara (Zutara)

Rating: General Audience

Word Count: 1.6k

Prompt: “Try again.”

Author’s Note: Hello again! School has been kicking my ass recently but no homework today so I got to edit this oneshot which I’ve been neglecting for far too long (thank you @refulgentart for helping my dumbass edit ily). I don’t normally touch ATLA in terms of writing, but I saw this really rad piece of art by the amazing @elithien (which you can find here) that inspired me to try it out :) You can find the link for the ao3 version of this here (please go and throw some kudos at it if you’d like <3). Please enjoy!

requests open, notes appreciated :) thanks for sticking around!

Hand-to-hand combat was the fucking worst, and Zuko grinned knowing that was exactly what Katara was thinking. In retrospect, she knew it was so much easier to channel your energy into something like water, graceful, flowing, gentle yet powerful; than to use just the power available to you. In this case, the power available to her was her small, not particularly muscular limbs. Her thin fingers were not built to fight, just to dance with the water.

This is probably why Zuko looked like he was having such a good time. In the early twilight next to the small campfire they had set up, his body was one with the flickering of the shadows, tall and imposing as they wavered on the trunks of the tall evergreens. Fire was force. Fire was brutal and unforgiving and a promise; the eternal promise of power. There was a reason they were originally so opposed to each other- she went to sleep every night remembering that crystal cave, both of them bathed in the soft blue glow of the walls. As if it was just them, sitting at the bottom of a still ocean. The world was so vast, and they clung to each other the way snow stuck to her clothes. Despite everything that followed, she didn't think they ever let go. But she felt different now, Zuko had redeemed himself in every way that was available to him, and then every way that wasn't. She watched as he constantly sought out ways to make her life better. The last few years following the end of his father’s reign he spent rebuilding his country and fixing their friendship, both with a gentle hand the late Fire Lord Ozai was never capable of. The way he looked at her like he did after she told him about her mother, she saw it in his gaze every day.

“Katara, you okay?” She snapped out of whatever haze she was in, looking back at Zuko who relaxed his stance. They were practicing turning kicks, but all she could do was think about the way he looked at her. She let out a sharp breath in an attempt to snap herself out of whatever place her mind was at. This wasn't productive for either of them, she tried to push off her embarrassment, getting into stance.

“Sorry, I’m ready,” she stated firmly. He nodded with a small and forgiving smile and got into a defense stance.

“He never used to smile like that.” She kicked, turning her foot out as she raised her other leg up and swung forward towards his arms. She knew it was a bad one before she even followed through on the motion.

“Try again, this time use your right arm to propel you forward.” He gave her a small nod of encouragement and she tried again. This time her foot met its target, but still pretty sloppy. She was so used to being loose and open. This art of fighting was all tight and close, she wasn't familiar with being so close to herself. The arms guarding her chest missed the mindless dance of limbs and water, she felt more like a rock in a stream. He got out of stance and took a few steps toward her, positioning himself behind her. She tried not to react as he put one hand on her arm and another on her waist. His hands were similar to hers, fire and water both came from long, thin fingers. But his hands had seen battle, fire drew his calloused fingers and palms, yet he held her as if she was glass.

“Keep your shoulders down and your left arm close,” He pulled her arm closer in towards the two of them, blocking her chest area. “If you’re using your other arm to add force, be ready to bring it up-” he guided her arm up, “out,” as he pushed her arm out with his right hand, she could feel his breath on her ear, “and back towards you to protect yourself.” When he brought her arm back towards her chest, he paused. They lingered there for a moment. Stood with his hand on her waist and his other arm wrapped around her torso. She could have burst into Summer rain if he held her a second longer, but he let go, the heat of his hand on her arm and waist dissipated. She didn’t know if she wanted that feeling to stay. He took a few steps back and got into position.

“Try again.” His eyes never left hers. She nodded and gave him a small smile, and he looked as if he was trying not to smile back as she pushed all of her energy into her right side and kicked into his arms. The impact seemed to make a slight echo, the sound of their connection bounced off the trees and was lost in the ambiance of the grasshoppers and wind. But it was there, she still felt it in her core, whatever this feeling was.

Katara tried again. And she tried again. It may have been an hour of her kicking, Zuko giving feedback and her adjusting a little bit, hoping her muscles would remember this the way she could remember the water. Eventually when the night caught up to them, with shallow breath and tired muscles, the two sat against the fallen log that laid next to the fire as they ate. After eating in silence for a while, Katara paused. “How…” she trailed off. She didn’t understand how to phrase the question in a way that a fire bender would understand. He looked over at her with curious intent, and she almost could bear his gaze, she still felt the outline of his hand on her waist.

“How do you remember? With water, it’s how I grew up, how I lived, spoke, fought, loved-” she caught herself, realizing how far this question went. “Fire is all you know, it’s what you were taught, it’s the society you lived in, it shows in how you live and interact with people,” she looked over at him to see if he understood. He nodded, understanding and pushing her to continue. “When it is just fighting, with no elements involved, how do you remember something that hasn't been a part of you your whole life?” She looked over at him, but not in his eyes. She would do anything to avoid his eyes in that moment, an attempt to ignore the feeling of him studying her. But he nodded, and looked into the endless forest that surrounded them. She could see him thinking over the question, the way one evaluates a battle strategy. He nodded to himself and scooted over closer to her. She tried to ignore her heart, now banging on the front of her chest like a trapped animal.

“Knowing and feeling are different, you and I know that more than everyone,” she nodded, understanding but not knowing where he would lead his advice. “When you know something, it’s shallow. There might be effort, but it will always only be half of what you are capable of until you can feel it. It’s the same way you feel when you look back on memories, or think about someone you love or hate.” Zuko stopped and looked over at her, but wouldn’t look at her in the eyes. She knew the void expression, the eyes of someone who held the weight of death in their hands and should have let go of it long ago. The way a child in war only remembers the pain they caused because it was all they knew. That child was Zuko, and she tried to restrain herself, knowing he still blames himself for the death of her mother. “When you remember fighting, it isn’t like learning at school. Remember the kicks and the punches like they are a feeling, one that constantly fills you and follows you. It can be bad or good, but it’s a feeling that you can call on whenever, and it’ll be there for you.” She looked at him, taking in his words and their underlying emotions as he looked down at the forest floor, mindlessly weaving the grass between his fingers.

“I understand,” she said, almost but not quite a whisper, barely heard over the lull of the wind. She sat on his left side, towards his scar. To him, she knew it was painful. Katara saw where he drew his fight and his flame from. But she saw it differently. To her, his scar was a promise to be better, a promise to both of them she remembered every day. She leaned forward, tracing the bottom of the scar around his cheek. Almost to her surprise, she felt as he leaned into her touch, and she regretted the day she asked him to remove it, a reminder of how much they had grown since they were kids, stuck in a war that wasn't theirs to fight.

“Thank you,” she said, leaning forward and holding the other side of his face as she lightly kissed the area next to his eye. The smell of smoke and pine lingered around him, and she took as much of it in as she could. Her lips lingered, and the heat of his skin on her lips made her almost giddy. He smiled, his hand finding hers and giving it a small squeeze. The midnight sky glimmered through the trees, and Katara gazed up. The feeling of this, of now, forever imprinted in her.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zutara #zutara oneshot #prince zuko #katara #zuko x katara #zuko #atla zuko #atla oneshot #prompts #oneshot #author is a sucker for red x blue dynamics #one day i will write zukka

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catsandstrawberries · 4 years ago

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Rogue Firebender 2

Pairing: Firebending! Jeon Jungkook x Firebending! Fem! Reader (slight Jimin x Taehyung)

Summary: The order has given you a mission to take down the firebird but when Jungkook gets involved your plan might take a turn for the worst.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, death, blood, talk of consent, oral sex (m rec.), rimming, swear words, switch! reader, switch! Jungkook, as always Jungkook is a bit of an asshole.

Word Count: 6.5K

A/N: Damn I went off on this one, hope y’all like it.

Based on Avatar the Last Airbender

Part 1

A hard shove pushes me to the ground. The skin of my knees collide against the hard concrete, and I feel my skin rip and warmblood ooze from my joints. With my wrists tied behind my back, a gag around my mouth, and my feet tied together, there really was no escape. Fire nation guards and citizens around me openly gasp as they stand in the courtyard in front of the palace, surprise paint across each of there faces at the sight of me, captured. I was caught.

Jungkook places a rough hand on my shoulder as he stands directly behind me, his voice lifting above the crowd.

"I have caught the rogue firebender, she is now a convict of the fire nation."

Jungkook pulls me to my feet and roughly drags me forward by my bindings. I turn my head slightly and make eye contact with him. The red and gold specks in his eyes darkening as he catches my stare on the black and purple bruise I gave him under his left eye. A smirk lifts my lips and he pinches my ribs in a warning, he's a good actor.

"The rogue firebender is now a prisoner of Fire Lord Ozai."

Confusing? How did I, the rogue firebender who refused to go anywhere near the fire nation, suddenly get dragged in as a prisoner? Let me start from the beginning.

My feet softly hit the ground of the marbled palace floors, insignias of a single flame hanging from banners of red and black. The bleak sky of midnight shielded me from the rotating guards and as quietly as I could I sneaked into the corridors, passing room after room until finally reaching him. I slowly lifted the pane of his window, slipping my body through and surveying the room. There wasn't a lot between the four walls, a mattress was pushed in the corner with a nightstand next to it, a bowl of water sitting on the wood. A lump laid on the mattress, covered in a pile of wool blankets. His body splayed out in a starfish manner and drool poured out of his mouth, his nose scrunching up as he rolled his head to the side. I grumbled in annoyance at the sight in front of me, how is he still annoying in his sleep?

I quietly stepped towards him, and then with a solid jump hopped onto his sleeping body, my hand covering his mouth before he could scream and my other hand holding his left wrist down before he could firebend. My legs tightened around his waist so he couldn't throw me off. His once closed eyes now screamed in confusion and hints of anger. I didn't blame him. The last time he saw me he thought I would willingly turn myself in, oh how the tides have changed.

A wet muscle slid against the skin of my hand and I pulled away in disgust,

"what the fuck Jung, did you just lick me?!"

He glared at me,

"What are you doing in the fire nation (y/n)." I shrugged and wiped my hand against Jungkook's chest, avoiding his scowl and the way his solid chest felt underneath me.

"I need a favor."

He laughed, his shoulders shaking while his lips lifted manically.

"Are you kidding? You have sex with me, run, and then you expect me to do you a favor? I don't think so little rogue."

I frowned and roughly pushed against his chest with both hands,

"No. I don't think you understand little boy." Jungkook snarled at the hit while I got off of his chest.

"Everyone in the four nations thinks I'm dead because you told the fire nation you pushed me off a cliff, I've stayed hidden for your sake because I knew what Ozai would do to you if he found out I was alive."

I examined my nails calmy before looking back at him, he sat at the edge of his bed, his legs spread open and his eyes glaring daggers at me.

"You're going to catch me, and bring me to the fire lord as a prisoner." Jungkook's eyes suddenly widened, and he was in front of me in a second.

"I don't know what game you're play-"

"No games. I'm just blackmailing you."

Jungkook opened and closed his mouth, an inner fight of right and wrong expanding in his eyes.

"Think about it, and meet me in the woods north of the castle tomorrow at midnight."

Jungkook stepped forward to stop me, grab at my arm, but I was too quick and I sent a flame at the bowl of water by his nightstand. Smoke filled the air and provided the perfect cover as I escaped through the open window.

My legs swung back and forth as I sat atop the tree branch connecting to the oak. The oak tree is one of the hundreds that littered the western woods, and under normal circumstances, I would despise sitting 60 feet high in the air, but it gave me the best cover if I needed to make a quick escape or hide from benders.

Every time I come in contact with Jungkook heights have to be involved. First a cliff, now tall tress, great.

I whipped my head to the left at the sound of a cracking branch, my eyes examining the ground for any sign of life.

A minute passed and nothing emerged from the path, my shoulders slumped in defeat at the thought of him not coming.

"Great hiding spot."

A short scream escaped my mouth as my body fell backward and almost fell to the ground if not for the hand that wrapped around my wrist.

"Hey, little rebel."

"You're a fucking idiot Jung."

"I could drop you right now."

"I could burn that pretty little face of yours."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty."

"Does little boy like being complimented?"

Jungkook pulled me up with a grunt and I clung to a different sturdy branch next to the one he was sitting on.

"Stop calling me that, you know I'm not little."

I smirked in pride, despite the blush spreading on my face from thinking about him, down there. "If you would rather compare penis sizes than focus on the task at hand, go ahead."

Before Jungkook could answer I started climbing down the tree, stepping from branch to branch while Jungkook followed me down.

"What exactly do you hope to accomplish (y/n)?"

Once my feet hit the solid ground I let out a sigh of relief, twisting my feet in the dirt and watching as it morphed under my weight.

"Well, I am a war criminal. So, you are going to tie me up, bring me to the palace, and give me to Ozai as a gift."

I crossed my arms over my chest while he took a step closer.

"You had me at tying you up, but what if we do that in private." Jungkook pulled me closer by a loop on my pants.

"Jungkook, think about it. I can't stay gone forever. If you bring me in now you won't get in trouble."

Jungkook looked at the ground, his flirting aura melting as his tongue prodded at the inside of his cheek.

"He's going to kill you. At least tell me you have a plan."

I did. But I still couldn't trust Jungkook. His loyalties were still to the fire lord.

"Don't worry about it."

"I don't want you to die." His answer was automatic, his eyes pleading as he made eye contact with me.

"Is that a yes?" His hand softly pressed against my right cheek, his thumb stroking the skin under my right eye.

He leaned forward and I tilted my head up, our lips meeting halfway in a mold of warmth. That was the only way to describe it, warmth. I forgot how safe it felt, being held in Jungkooks arms with the distraction of his lips that tasted like strawberries on a summer's day.

He pulled back slightly and muttered barely above a whisper,

"yes." Both of his hands cradled my face and I tugged on the fabric at his chest, pulling the two of us closer. Our tongues collided in a brutal battle of dominance and I held back the whine threatening to escape my lips at the way he groped my ass.

I pulled away and shoved him to the ground. Dust sprouting around him while I climbed on top of his lap,

"I'm gonna punch you now."

"WHAT!" Jungkoook suddenly flinched away while a chuckle left my throat.

"If you're going to bring me in it needs to look believable. I would never go in without a fight."

Jungkook tried to pull away from me but I grabbed at his chin, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth as I searched for the perfect spot. Jungkook let out a low whine and I whispered into his ear,

"don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"no, No, NO! (y/n)!!"

Jungkook grumbled while he cradled his face, a blue and purple bruise blossoming like a flower in spring.

"I can't believe you punched me."

"I can't believe you expected me not too." Jungkook pulled the rope tighter at my words and I winced while he sarcastically replied,

"sorry." Daylight was currently breaking and Jungkook was working on binding my wrists.

We sat in calm silence, the wind and chirping of the creatures of the woods lighting our ears.

"Why did you leave that night?" I tensed at the question and glared daggers at him,

"how do you still not get it?" I seethed. Jungkook glared back and pulled me closer by the bindings,

"if you wanted to escape so bad, why come here now? You know he's going to kill you, you should've come back with me when you had the chance."

"Oh, so you could flaunt about how you caught the Rogue Firebender" I mocked, "well good for you, the outcome is still the same."

"You're an idiot who doesn't think things through," Jungkook grumbled as he moved to tie my ankles. "You're clearly desperate if you have to ask me for help, and won't even tell me what you're planning," I swore my face burned red with anger, but there was nothing I could do. I bit my tongue to hold back the remarks and secrets that were screaming to come out. Not today.

"Remember when I spit on your face?" Jungkook scowled at the memory, "yeah it was disgusting."

I fought down the smile quirking its way up my lips.

"That was the best moment of my life."

Well, now you're all caught up. Here I am, being publicly dragged towards the nation's capital, surely about to die.

Not today.

Jungkook staggered in his steps as a fire nation general approached us. Blonde hair swept across his head and an expressionless emotion painted on his face like a canvas.

"What are you doing Tae?"

General Kim Taehyung was critically acclaimed for being the strongest lightning bender in history. He rose in ranks quickly due to his ability to redirect and cast lightning as if it was as easy as breathing.

"I was ordered to bring the rebel to the dungeons while you explain the situation to the fire lord."

Jungkook barely flinched beside me, but I could tell he was nervous. The way his grip on my arm tightened for barely a millisecond.

Tae placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, his eyes glowing as if a lightning storm was trapped inside them.

"Remember, I outrank you, Kook. Get going."

The door to my prison cell slammed shut behind us. The metal walls trapping us from the view of any passerby's.

"I'm going to kill you." Tae stalked towards me, pulling out a knife from behind him,

and cutting my ties.

"You go to Jungkook?! The plan is already unstable as it is, any mistakes and we're dead." Taehyung lectured, my ties and gag falling to the ground.

"When do we attack?" I asked, rubbing at the sore skin of my wrists.

"The invasion happens tomorrow." My eyes widened in panic and I strained my voice in a silent shout.

"Tomorrow! I thought I had at least a week to do recon?!"

Tae shrugged and flipped the knife in his hand.

"The air benders have agreed to aid in the invasion and the order feels if we don't strike now they will pull out in fear of fighting." My eyes widened in shock at the news,

"the air benders joined? That's incredible! I thought they were still in hiding?"

Tae shrugged, his eyes falling to the ground and a fond smile spread on his face,

"not all of them." His smile quickly vanished while he turned his sight back to me.

"Are you ready, for tomorrow?"

I opened my mouth to respond but Tae cuts in-

"I know we can beat him, but I'm worried about him. (Y/n), Jungkooks the second in command, he's young and loyal to a fault. We might have to fight Jungkook too."

A shattered breath escaped my lungs, this was a thought I had refused to believe. Maybe that's why I went to Jungkook instead of Taehyung to capture me.

"I know there's good in him, he just needs to see the truth first."

Tae nodded and then held up his forearm, my own tapping his.

"Tomorrow." He spoke,

"We kill the Firelord."

Meditation was not my strong suit. Sitting in silence with nothing but my thoughts to entertain my mind was basically the equivalence to jumping off a plane into a shark-infested active volcano.

But, I felt the occasion called for some 'inner-peace.'

Especially since my mind was running wild. My plans had made a complete u-turn, and the order hadn't even told me directly. I bit my tongue in annoyance, my eyes still squeezed shut as I sat criss-cross on the hard floor. The order was made up of a group of all benders, willing to restore a balance where all benders could live in harmony and equality.

Tae and I were given the task of taking down the fire lord, and in a few hours, we were going to kill him.

"Hey, little rebel."

A frown tugged my lips down but I kept my eyes closed,

"what do you want?" Jungkook chuckled at my question and I heard shuffling around me,

"can I not visit my favorite girl who just so happens to be my prisoner?"

I snorted at his words, "first of, not your girl. Secondly, how did you get in here without getting caught."

He hummed and I felt him get closer to me,

"Namjoons a buddy of mine."

Kim Namjoon. In charge of all prisoners and executions. Lucky for me he just so happened to be apart of the rebellion, if only Ozai knew how many of us were within his palace. Hidden within his ranks preparing to strike.

"You seem to have friends in high places."

He didn't respond verbally and I used the silence to bask in the meditation headspace, releasing a breath that relaxed my shoulders and eased my mind.

My eyes suddenly blinked open as my senses felt him, and the sight was something to be seen.

Jungkook sat directly in front of me, his warm breath coating my face as he sat in nothing but a pair of loose pants, shirtless.

"Why aren't you wearing a fucking shirt?" I growled in annoyance attempting to hide the blush threatening to curl onto my cheeks.

"I think the better question is" Jungkook leaned forward, whispering into my ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth, "why are you wearing still wearing yours?"

I fell back and glared at him as I leaned on my elbows,

"What makes you think I'd ever fuck you again?"

He shrugged and I glared at him, hating the wave of confidence that poured down him in waves.

"Because you might never get to fuck me again after tonight, and I'm willing to make it worth your while."

Before I could protest Jungkook was crawling on top of me, his forearms supporting his weight while he grinned down. My heart was ready to explode out of my chest, this all felt odd, It felt wrong. Maybe because my conscious was acting up and I knew I was going to betray him.

Instead of kissing me his lips started to attack my neck, his lips fluttering against the sensitive skin, sucking and biting wherever he could. His lips met the skin under my ear, sucking it while a broken moan left my mouth. "So sensitive baby."

His hands trailed down my body and he rid me of my shirt and pants, biting his lip while my body was exposed.

"You're so intoxicating, fuck." He groaned, his lips meeting mine in a swirl of passion, hot breaths colliding with one another. When his tongue finally met mine it was no longer a dance but a brutal battle that I was losing. His tongue practically invading my mouth and exploring every nook and cranny.

"I bet Taehyung didn't touch you like this." It took me a moment for his words to register in my brain, but when they did I practically fumed with annoyance at his jealousy.

"Are you fucking kiddi-ah." My head fell back as two of his finger speared through my vagina, twisting and turning with the help of my slick until reaching the spot that made my toes curl and my vision blur.

"Don't think I didn't see him walk out of here princess."

I glared at him while his eyes sparkled with mischief, "hands and knees baby."

I tempted telling him no, telling him that being jealous of Taehyung was ridiculous (I'm pretty sure Tae had a thing going with an Airbender anyways) and that I was going to hurt him in the end.

At my hesitance, Jungkook eyes darkened and he forcefully moved me into a hands and knees position, pushing down at the curve of my back so my ass would stick higher in the air.

"You're so fucking annoying." He growled, his fingers twisting inside me, pulling out only to push all the way back in.

I leaned my face on my hands, unbashful noises escaping from my lips. His fingers suddenly pulled out of my pussy and dragged backward, circling the rim of my hole that no one had ever touched.

"Jungkook" I whined at the new feeling my but wincing away from the newfound feeling until a harsh smack from his other hand hit my left cheek.

"Stop moving." He growled, while my mind stuttered in a haze as he started to grope the spot where I could feel the burn of a handprint. His long thick fingers clouding my brain while his thumb swirled my rim.

"Do you want me to eat your ass baby?" I nodded wordlessly, whines escaping my mouth at the way Jungkook's voice had dropped an octave.

"Beg for it."

My mouth processed before my brain could,

"please Jungkook I want it so bad. I want you to make me cum until I see stars. Please please." Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes and my body shook at the lack of pleasure.

"Good fucking girl." I heard him whisper just as a warm wet muscle circled and invaded my hole.

Feral noises escaped me as my ass grinded back into his mouth, his tongue getting even warmer as he practically made out with my ass. Sticking his tongue in and out, fucking me as if I wasn't being pushed to my limits. As if his tongue wasn't overwhelming enough he started to fuck me with his fingers. Three digits sticking inside and pulsing in and out, curling and making v like motions.

"Fuck!" I shouted, gasping while his thumb started to circle my clit, roughly bringing me to my release.

"Kook, fuck, I'm so close" I muttered between pants as his ministrations doubled until I was creaming around his fingers, my eyes squeezing shut-in the bliss of my orgasm.

I took a few steadying breaths to ground me to reality, but at the sound of his pants falling to the floor and the feeling of his dick probing my vagina my mind snapped back to reality.

"Wait!" I wince as I turn to him, my eyes wide and panicked while he stares at me strangely.

"I don't want to."

I meant for it to come out firm but it comes out soft, and unsure. Jungkook's eyes soften and he's nodding, working on pulling his pants back up.

"I'm-"

"It's okay." Jungkook chimes in a gentle smile lifting his face and despite the fact he's butt naked he looks so genuine and soft. "No means no."

A breath of relief escapes my lips, and determination suddenly sparks in me as I eye his very hard friend. My hands fall to his wrists and I stop him before he can lift his pants up.

"Let me help you."

His big doe eyes widen in shock as my fingernails trail lower and leave gentle scratches in its wake.

To be honest, I stopped Jungkook because I knew I would have to face the Firelord, and I knew how rough Jungkook could be. I didn't want to fall victim to being unable to walk.

But that didn't mean I couldn't help him.

On shaky legs I lean up on my knees, pushing his hips down until he gets the hint I want him to sit. His eyes are hooded as he watches me eye his dick. It's just as I remember, long and curved, and it seems to throb under my ministrations. I grab at the shaft, twisting my hand and raising it up and down while my other hand cups his balls, pinching and groping at the skin.

"Stop teasing" Jungkook groans roughly, his voice cracking with pleasure.

"Beg for it." I mock, repeating the same words he had used earlier. I smirk at the way Kook gawks, his eyebrows raising then furrowing in frustration.

"No" as soon as the snarl leaves his lips my hands are off him. "(Y/n)," he whines in protest, and my shit-eating grin just won't stop growing. "Only good little boys get what they want." Jungkook throws his head back with a whine and it would be a lie to say that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen. The way his adam apple bulges as he breaths, the sweat pouring down his thick neck.

"(y/n)," he whines and my eyes snap back to his own that are wide and teary. "I want you so bad, you're mouth, hand anything." I smirk in satisfaction but pause when he keeps going, "I want you to call me a little slut and to suck my balls. I want you to keep going after I cum and punish me when I'm all sensitive, I want you to make me feel good."

...

My jaw drops, completely unprepared for the spew of words from him. My expression must have been apparent because Jungkooks teary-eyed face suddenly quirks up in a smirk,

that little fucker.

My hand wraps firmly around the tip of Jungkooks penis and he recoils back with a cry, my fingers twisting and turning as the squelching sound fills the room.

"Good because you're going to be sobbing when I'm done with you," I state firmly, my eyes never leaving his as I open my mouth and fit as much of him inside me. One of his hands cards through my hair, pushing my locks to the side but not tugging and pulling in a controlling manner. I glare up at him while I start to suck, moving my mouth up and down despite the fact my gag reflex starts to work up.

My fingers start to rub at the spot my mouth can't fit, playing with his balls, and a sudden determination fills me when he makes a high pitched sound I've never heard before.

Taking a breath through my nose I started to sink lower and lower until my nose is pressed flush against his pubes. Jungkook's whine is a drug, pure novocaine that excites me and leaves me wanting more.

But I can't stay there long because my head is starting to spin from the lack of air, and with a final suck I pull back, my mouth focusing on his tip, my tongue dragging a long strip from the base to his head.

"Don't stop I'm close." He pants, sweat pouring down his chiseled chests while my nails mark crescents into whatever skin I can find. Mutters of praise pass through his lips but I'm too focused on sucking his dick as if it was my last to hear him.

With a broken gasp his hand tightens on my hair, my mouth pressing tighter against his skin as ropes of cum string down my throat.

I gulp it down as best as I can but some still escape from the corner of my mouth, when the bursts stop I pull away and take a grounding breath.

"You're amazing" Jungkook whispers as he pulls me closer to him, his eyes drooping shut-in exhaustion while he bear hugs my naked body to his. Sweat and the smell of cum infuses the air and we lay in silence with nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing.

Jungkooks fingers start to trace comforting circles on my stomach and my body melts into the floor like putty. His gentle humming fills the room and suddenly his fingers are ghosting over my burn on my abdomen,

"I won't let him hurt you."

Those are the last words I hear before my mind drifts and my body falls asleep.

When I wake up the entire world feels dizzy, my eyes are shaking and my hands struggling to hold myself up. For a minute I think I'm dreaming because my legs feel so unsteady and the world won't stop spinning. That's when I realize something,

the ground is literally shaking. I get dressed quickly, anticipation, and fear running through my veins as I imagine what is to come. It isn't until after I'm dressed when I notice Jungkook is gone and I barely have a moment to think about him before the door to my cell is being opened.

Kim Namjoon peaks his head in and gives me a firm nod which I return, and then he's gone. Running down the hallway to release more prisoners wrongfully jailed by the fire nation.

I take off running, ignoring the sound of explosions that erupt in the distance. My feet carry me towards the exit to examine the damage of the palace, and when I finally hit the light I'm startled that I don't fall to the ground in shock.

The city that the palace overlooks is being overwhelmed by benders, flames, and earth and water spiking in different directions as the faint scream echos in the back of my ears. The palace guards are nowhere in sight, most likely occupied with the invaders of the rebellion. What shocks me the most is the people flying in the air with gliders, benders who I've never seen in my life. Ever since I was born Airbenders have been in hiding, and now to be fighting alongside them brings a smile to my face.

Speaking of airbenders, ones flying straight towards me.

In a panic I look down at my fire nation clothes and hold my hands up in surrender, "I'm on your side, I'm apart of the rebellion." A boy who looks my age lands in front of me, the air bending underneath him with a whoosh as he closes his orange and brown glider. His robes of yellow and orange sway in the wind and he steps forward, light on his feet as if he was the embodiment of a feather.

"Are you (y/n)?" He sounds too young for this war.

I nod and the boy takes a step forward, "I'm Jimin. Tae sent me. He's caught up helping a group of earthbenders, he refused to come with me until they were safe." Jimin starts to grumble near the end, talking as if he was annoyed at a child, and I suddenly know this is the Airbender Tae was talking about earlier.

"You should go help them," I speak up and Jimin gives me a nod,

"I will, but he wanted me to give you a message. Don't face the Firelord alone, wait for Tae." At those final words, Jimin turns swiftly as the airlifts him, his glider opening as he soars back towards the city.

In a feeble attempt to rid my anxiety I shout out the first thing that comes to mind, which just so happens to be the stupidest.

"Don't die!"

Guilt pours through my body in waves and I clutch my chest to stop the rapid beating of my heart. Tae is like a brother to me, but I can't listen to him. I can't wait, like I said, doing nothing was never my strong suit.

I race back inside the palace, my feet guiding me to the throne room where Ozai resides.

I'm about to turn the corner to the entrance of the throne room when I spot soldiers, I count quickly in my head, 6. Taking them on headfirst wouldn't be a smart option. I rack my brain for an answer, my eyes whipping from left to right, and then I look up.

The rafters.

Because the fire nation palace was inhabited by fire benders, the air was a crucial component to being spread evenly through the floors. The more air the easier it was to bend. If I could fit in the rafters I would be able to crawl into the throne room undetected.

"You never listen, huh?" I whip my head around to find Taehyung panting from running. His lip is bleeding and he holds his side in pain, but the worst part is he looks exhausted. The physical isn't the problem, we're all trained to push past our limits, but it's the mental that tears at my heart. The way his eyes darken from all the death he's seen, my breath catches in my throat,

"is Jimin-"

"He's okay, thank God." Tae leaves it at that, peaking his head around the corner to assess the situation. "I'm surprised you didn't run in there hell blazing. Do you have a plan?" He muses, and I scoff. "Actually I do. But I need a distraction." Taehyung clicks his tongue then gives me a look,

"I'll be back, don't die." He mutters and I watch in confusion as he runs out in the open.

"Quick, airbenders are attacking the front and we need to fortify the palace." The soldiers hesitantly follow Taehyung, and I grumble under my breath when I remember he's still in a fire nation clothes, he's still seen as a general.

I jump up and haul my upper body into the rafts, using my bending to help lift me up. Once I'm safely in the crisscrossed pattern, I start to crawl forward past the hall and into the throne room. I stay as silent as possible, watching as the room fades into pitch blackness, the only light illuminating the room coming from a wall of fire behind the throne.

And there on the chair of bones and tears sits the most hated man in the four nations, fire lord Ozai. He looks the same as when I remember him, lifeless eyes peering into breakable souls, ready to tear and rip at any insecurities. He leans back in his chair as if his nation isn't being invaded and I bite my tongue in frustration at the confidence that oozes from him. I want to kill him.

Without looking down, I jump to the ground. A glare on my face as I land 6 feet away.

"Rogue fire bender." He says in amusement and I frown, his voice has changed. A long time ago when I was still a general, his words held fear over me, as if his mouth spewed weapons that I couldn't overcome.

But now, he was nothing but a power-hungry man.

"Your reign as fire lord is over Ozai. Your city is overrun with the rebellion, your soldiers are dying in the streets or converting to overthrowing you. Step down now." My eyes narrow and my voice lowers, "or I'll kill you."

A moment of silence falls between us, and then Ozai's head is falling backward's, his long braided black hair swinging as he cackles, laughing and snorting while I stand my ground.

"As long as I am alive, people will always follow me, because fear wins."

I take a steadying breath and my stance changes from a powerful gaze to a fighting stance, my heart no longer beating out of fear but out of determination.

"Then I'll have to kill you." Ozai looks at me with amusement,

"you underestimate me, rogue. Kings always have pawns in their corner." The world seems to stop as Jungkook emerges from the shadows, his eyes downcast, and his hair blocking his face from me. "Jungkook, kill her."

Jungkook hesitates, and just when I think he's realizing the truth, a flame is sent straight towards my face. I jump out of the way quickly, my hands burning with a need to fight, to bend, but nothing comes out.

"Jungkook stop!" I shout, evading the attacks and dissipating the fire sent at me. He attacks with ferocity, playing on the offensive while I do nothing but defend.

I don't know why it's so hard. Maybe its because this is the exact room where I got my scar, and imaging hurting Jungkook the same way Ozai hurt me doesn't sit well.

I jump forward, gaining ground as I evade the flames and slide under his bending until I'm face to face with him, the two of us blocking and throwing punches at each other.

"I am not the enemy," I growl out, and then I see it. The good in his eyes begging to come out and be revealed to the surface, "Jungkook?" I mutter. Then a burning pain erupts through my body as his foot connects with my stomach, right on my scar.

I'm sent flying across the room, my frame rolling until I hit the wall with a smack. My body immediately curls in on itself from the pain and a broken sob escapes my throat as I struggle to breathe.

"Very good." Jungkook stands a few feet away from me, and I watch as Ozai stands behind him, his shadow overcoming the boy.

"You've always been like a son to me Jungkook. Because of that, I will allow you the honor of killing her."

Jungkooks answer has my blood boiling with rage,

"Kill her?"

Ozai shrugs, "kill her, burn her, cut off her head and hang it outside the walls for all I care. She is the sign of the rebellion, her death marks the end of this silly revolt."

I hate him, but he's right. My life is meaningless except for one thing, I have one task. I need to kill Ozai. I can't die like this. I struggle to sit up, my arms shaking with my body weight as my dry mouth opens, and my voice cracks.

"Kill me if you want, but you will never kill us. There will always be people who stand up against injustice, your reign is ending Ozai, with or without me."

Ozai's face screwed up in a snarl, "my patience is waiving Jungkook." Jungkook turned towards me, the same doe eyes I had met so many times before, "you know what the right thing to do is." I muttered, unsure of whether or not he heard me. Jungkook looked torn, standing there. Why is he so fucking useless when I need him the most?

"Fuck you, Jeon!" I jump to my feet, ignoring the way my body screams in protest and fire a flame at Ozai. He snapped towards me, rage burning in his eyes as he deflected the attack.

The robes around his shoulders fell, now shirtless he pulled back and harshly punched the air, large balls of flame flying my way. I swirled my arm in a circle and the flame evaporated in front of me.

Jungkook suddenly runs in front of me, his arms outstretched as tears threaten to fall in his eyes.

"if you ever cared about me you won't hurt her!"

Ozai sighs and holds his head down, his nose scrunching up in disappointment, "I had so much faith in you Jungkook. Now it looks like the King will have to kill off some of his players."

Jungkook pushed me behind him and suddenly the fire was spewing from him, kicks and punches all thrown in aim of Ozai.

I needed a plan, and fast. If only Tae were here he could electrocute Ozai, but I'm sure Ozai knows how to redirect lightning.

Kook suddenly got blasted and skidded backward towards me,

"get up I have a plan." I pulled Jungkook to his feet, the two of us standing back to back while Ozai stalked forward.

"Do you mind sharing this one?" He asked, his voice gruff while I side-eyed him,

"remember the fire whips the man used the day we went into the village, I need you to subdue his arms and legs, but be careful of his mouth he can still breathe fire."

"What are you going to do?" His question irked me and I growled out annoyed. "don't worry about it." I shot a flame at Ozai, the two of us turning so we were shoulder to shoulder.

"I hate you," I mumbled, while Jungkook sighed dreamily,

"I love you." My eyes widened in shock and I turned to Jungkook but he was gone, running off with fire whips forming in his hands. My heart stuttered, but I ran back into action, distracting Ozai by sending a wave of an inferno at him. Red and orange flames lighting our skin. Once Jungkook had trapped the first hand, I got closer, kicking Ozai in the jaw and burning the skin on his arm.

I held my hand close to my chest, feeling the surge of energy spike as Ozai struggled and fought his bindings. Blue sparks started to emerge from my hand and overcome by the power, I looked at Ozai, red no longer highlighting us but electric blue.

"You might be a King Ozai, but I'm a fucking Queen." I pushed the palm of my hand against his bare chest, the sparks burning his ribs and causing his skin to smoke.

Once Ozai slumped to the ground, his body pale and not breathing, I felt myself collapse. The power-draining my life energy and my ability to stand. Jungkook caught me before I hit the floor, his warm hands brushing the hair out of my face,

"that was one hell of a plan." He chuckled and I smiled at the humor.

"(y/n)!" The door suddenly flew open and Tae ran in, his eyes scouring the area. First settling on Ozai, then rushing to my side.

"You did it." He said in amazement and I nodded in pride and exhaustion, we did it.

"Jungkoo-"

"I'm so sorry." Jungkook held me close to his chest, his eyes burning with pain. "I hurt you, and I'm an asshole, and I should have listened to you from the beginning."

"All of that is true." I joked, a gentle smile working its way up my face. We did it.

Jungkook stood outside the tent, pacing back and forth and I watched in amusement as he had yet to notice my presence. With a clearing of my thought, Jungkook suddenly whipped his head towards me, "what did the order say?! Did they approve of you killing Ozai?" It seemed so odd, it had only been two days after his death and everything was moving so fast.

"They asked me to be the new fire lord," I said in barely a breath, my own brain struggling to process my words. Jungkooks' face immediately broke out in a smile, his arms circling me in a hug and spinning me around in a circle with a laugh. "That's incredible! You have to say yes!"

I nervously looked at the floor as he put me down, "really?" He smiled softly and gently stroked my check,

"I couldn't imagine anyone else (y/n)." I leaned into his hand and let out a blissful sigh.

"Aww, my little rogue isn't so little anymore." Jungkook placed a sloppy kiss on my cheek and then laid his head in the crook of my neck."Queen (y/n) doesn't have a bad ring to it." His hand suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled me close, but with a giggle and a gentle shove I pushed him off.

"C'mon Jungkook. We still have to meet with Jimin and Tae." Jungkook shrugged, his hand interlacing with mine,

"they should just fuck already."

"Agreed." I hummed while a coy smirk played on the boy's lips,

"you know who else should fuck?"

"Jungkook!"

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