#r u next avatars

[eloraphics]

chanelle moon thomas ✦ r u next?

[forevertry79]

AVATARS 400x640px | Park Minju (ILLIT)

[dragonartist56]

So

I just finished Frontiers of Pandora for the first time

I uh…

I hope you guys aren’t expecting me to be normal

Because…

I won’t be :’)

Uh

Spoilers in the tags

Also

Also a l o t of screaming

[haliaiii]

they were right honkai star rail really is a space comedy, these dialogue choices are so funny lmaoo 💀💀

[mikkouille]

they made him taller...

[kittievampire]

ok so i was on nightbringer and i get beel as a surprise guest.. and idk what they put in him for this game , cause one of his reactions was “You wanna play huh?” and i GASPED.. i mean gasped. dirty dirty thoughts r running through my mind right now. some of them being , does nightbringer era beel like brats..

does he like to play with bratty mc

and how would this line escalate…😫

immediately came to u cuz luv your writing 💞💞

Now I ain't gonna sit here and say this didn't do something to me because it fuckin did. I'm jealous nowwwwwww

Where's my "You wanna play huh?" WHY CAN'T I HAVE NICE THINGS UGGGHHHHH

ANON SHAREEEEEE

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

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"You Wanna Play, Huh?"

Warnings: Smut, Brat Tamer! Beelzebub x Bratty! Reader, Fem! Reader, Spanking, Overstimulation, Creampie

Enjoy.

Beelzebub was always so innocent.

He was the very definition of a gentle giant; He was aware of his big stature, but he was always careful with you. That was what you loved, what made you fall for him.

You would try to subtly drop hints that you liked him, but he wasn't exactly one to catch on to non-verbal cues or innuendos. This, along with your shyness, led to you concealing your feelings and lusting for him in the privacy of your own room.

Every now and then, you'd walk in and catch him next to your bed, panting heavily and sweating profusely. When asked why he was there, he'd mumble something about a delicious smell and shuffle out of there with a blush on his face.

Once you got sent back in time, however, you were met with a slightly different Beelzebub. He was still innocent with a black hole for a stomach, but something was off. Something you couldn't put your finger on. Maybe it was the way the atmosphere changed when you teased him in private; Maybe it was the way he'd stare at you while at the dinner table, drooling, right after you'd finished masturbating.

You weren't entirely stupid, you could put two and two together, (Belphegor also made a good wingman when it came to stuff like this) and you knew that the Avatar of Gluttony had fallen for you. Not only that, but you could tell that he wanted you as well. Thus, you'd tease him, purposefully.

Perhaps that was your mistake.

_

When you offered to accompany Beelzebub to the gym for a nice workout, he was ecstatic, to say the least. He could finally spend some time with you, and you'd be doing one of the activities he loved to partake in! Maybe the two of you could go to Hell's Kitchen afterward for a nice meal; The thought made his mouth water.

There was also the guilty pleasure of seeing you in your workout clothing, which just so happened to be short shorts, a workout bra, and tennis shoes, that he got to indulge in. It was a win-win!

Of course, he didn't want to just gawk at you the whole time, he wanted to be more respectful of you, so he decided to busy himself with lifting weights, so he wouldn't be tempted to look at you. However, that quickly backfired when you offered to video him.

"Oh, I had a friend who worked out all the time. He'd have me film him working out so he could see what needed changing. You should start doing it, I heard it's really helpful." The way you batted your lashes at him while you said this made him melt. Surely you had no ill intentions, right? It was just filming. Maybe it truly would end up being beneficial.

For some odd reason, the way you were walking around him slowly with a D.D.D. in hand made him a little nervous. The sweat that had started to gather on his brow was not only his body's reaction to the exercise but also his self-control slowly leaving his body droplet by droplet. It wasn't only the fact that you were sexy, but also the fact that he loved you. You cared for him in a way that was different from the way his brothers would, a way that made him blush and feel less hungry. Hungry for food, at least.

Beel wasn't one to question your decisions or your actions, he always knew that you were intelligent and knew what you were doing. That being said, the sin couldn't help but wonder why you decided to climb on top of him while he was on the weight bench and start straddling him.

Now, he was in a tough spot. He shuddered a bit, struggling to keep a solid grip on the barbell. "W-Wha—?" You batted your lashes at him once more, lowering the phone just a little. "Keep going! I just wanted to get a better angle!"

Beel, even with all his self-control, could only manage to do a few more reps before he felt himself become increasingly tense in his nether regions. Thus, he carefully pushed the barbell back up and onto the j hooks, sliding down a little and sitting up. You jumped in surprise, a small pout forming on your lips as you paused the video. "Why'd you stop, Beel? You were doing so well, I thought you were gonna do more sets," You asked, placing a hand on his exposed chest as you leaned forward, pushing your body closer to his.

The Avatar of Gluttony jumped, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I'm hungry," He managed to sputter out, lifting his hand to help you off of him. However, his hand landed on your hip and you gasped, pushing your body against his, breasts squishing against his chest. Beel flinched once more, clenching his teeth as he felt his cock twitch. You placed your arms on his shoulders, looking up at him with your doe eyes and making sure he got a nice view of your breasts from above. "Beelzebub, did you mean to touch me there?" You asked softly, a blush present on your face.

This caused Beelzebub to go red in the face, turning away from you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Can you... get up? I wanna go to Hell's Kitchen." At this point, the sin was desperate to get away from the situation, praying to Diavolo that you wouldn't notice his erection pushing up against your ass.

However, Beel was way too big not to notice.

And, unfortunately for him, you seem to notice this. You flinched and turned your head to the side slightly, pushing your ass against the bulge in his shorts. You could feel your brain going a mile a minute as you began to process his size. Biting your lip, you looked back up at him through your lashes. "Beel, what's that poking me, hm?" You asked softly, hips slowly beginning to move in a circular motion.

Beelzebub immediately gripped your hips to still you, causing a whine to erupt from your throat. "H-Hey! Why'd you—?" "Stop messing with me," He interrupted, magenta eyes peering down at you as his voice dropped an octave. You were a bit startled by the change in atmosphere, quickly taking a glance around the gym to see that there were only two other demons in there, both with earbuds in and focused on their workouts. The demon before you saw that you were distracted and immediately pulled you closer, the intimacy making you whimper. "I'm trying so hard, MC—" He pulled your hips closer to his, leaning closer so that his lips were next to your ear. "To control myself around you, but you just have to act out in public like this, don't you?"

You scoffed, turning your head away. "I don't know what you're talking about! You're the one with the perverted mind, not me," You said, a little too much attitude in your voice than he liked. He quirked a brow, pushing your hips down so that your clothed cunt would grind against the bulge in his pants. This made you gasp and whimper softly.

"So, you wanna play, huh?"

_

Now, you were pretty convinced that Beelzebub wasn't as innocent as you'd initially thought. At least, not at this very moment.

Loud moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls and right back into your own ears as you lay there, face almost completely buried in the pillow as Beelzebub pounded into you from behind. He was so fucking huge, your poor little pussy was struggling to take him, but he thrust into you at an angle that made any discomfort unimportant. He held your hips in a vice-like grip, saliva running down his chin as he heard the lewd squelching of your soaking wet cunt in response to him drilling his cock into you.

Beelzebub grunted, halting his movements for a moment as he lifted your hips up toward him. "Keep them up," He huffed out, pulling himself out about halfway before slamming back in. You squealed into the pillow as you felt him hit your most sensitive spot, hips shaking as your legs were nearly giving out.

"P-Please, Beel, t-tired," You moaned out pleadingly. He lifted his hand slowly, bringing it down and delivering a hard slap to your ass. "You wanted this, didn't you?" He asked mockingly, squeezing the flesh of your ass that had gone red from his own hand. "Need more of your cum, MC. Gimme more." Beel delivered another harsh slap to your ass, right cheek glowing a bright red. Tears began to well up in your eyes. "Beel!" You cried out as his heavy balls slapped against your thighs.

The Avatar of Gluttony was drooling all over you, wanting more, needing more of you. He wasn't satisfied with just the one orgasm, no, he needed more. Three rounds in, of course, you're tired, but he can't stop.

You feel a shudder run down your spine, gripping the sheets below you as you feel your walls flutter around his length, another orgasm hitting you like a wave. Beel grunted as he felt your juices coating his cock, his thrusts becoming quicker with the additional lubrication. "Beel," You whined out. "B-Break, please?"

Beelzebub buried himself deep inside of you, tip pushing against the spongey spot that made you see stars. "I didn't cum yet, MC," He said, a playful frown forming on his face. "You wanted to be a brat, so I'm treating you like one. Brats don't get rewards, MC." He leaned forward, nibbling gently at your shoulder as you let out another loud cry of ecstasy. His pounding was merciless, your legs hanging on by a thread, just about giving out at this point.

You couldn't think straight, couldn't even hear or see properly. All you could think about was how roughly Beel was taking you and how much you absolutely adored it. If he could take you like this all the time, you may have to become accustomed to being sore.

"Are you getting distracted again?" Beelzebub asked, pulling his cock almost all the way out, the tip barely touching the heat of your insides before fully sheathing himself once more. It felt like the wind was knocked out of you, and your mouth dropped open, a silent scream escaping your lips. You heard him start to grunt and groan, hips stuttering as his thrusts became more and more desperate.

Beel lowered his hand, beginning to rub the bundle of nerves that he knew made you squirm. "B-Beelzebub!!" You whined out, walls squeezing his length ever so tightly. The Avatar of Gluttony began to pound into you even faster, grunting the phrases "Cumming" and "MC," over and over again like a mantra.

Before you could even register the approach of your climax, you felt yourself cry out the demon's name, feeling as he pushed himself deep inside of you, tip kissing your cervix as he came. You could feel his seed filling you up to the brim, a broken groan coming from the sin on top of you.

He thrust a couple more times to ride out his orgasm before slowly pulling out of you, his cum spilling out immediately as his cock left your cunt. Shakily, you allowed yourself to collapse into the sheets, closing your eyes as you felt him snuggle up behind you.

New knowledge of kinks had been discovered, maybe you could use this to your advantage. Well, that was something to leave for another day.

Now, you were attempting to figure out how the hell you were able to satisfy the Avatar of Gluttony. It was a nearly impossible feat, but you managed.

Perhaps you'll reward yourself with some sweets later.

"MC, can we do it again?"

Hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

[7s3ven]

WHY DON’T U LOVE ME? (pt 1) human! miles quaritch

[ masterlist ]

IN WHICH… jake sully becomes too preoccupied with the omatikaya to check up on his daughter. miles quaritch uses it to his advantage, luring you in with sweet words and caging you.

Notes: unstable! jake sully’s daughter! reader, daddy issues, toxic relationship, age gap, pet names (quaritch calls reader princess + sweetheart), manipulation, neglect, bi! reader, a little trudy x r if you squint, angst, LONG one shot, implications of sex, intense make out sessions, reader commits suicide, dark, angst, jake lowkey being a bad father, mental health issues, character death

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part 1 | part 2

You were the exact opposite of Pandora. With your wide doe eyes and shorter figure, it was a wonder how you had managed to survive the turbulent flight. As you trailed behind Jake, your father, giving his wheelchair a gentle push when needed, various soldiers turned their heads to peer at you.

You didn’t look like a marine. You didn’t even look like a scientist. Instead, you waltzed around in a daze, curious eyes darting to look everywhere. You had no idea where you were heading; you merely followed after Jake.

His heavy bags weighed you down, making every step a struggle. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as you stumbled, and a group of men loudly snickered.

You held the heavy steel door for your father as he rolled into the large room. Honestly, you had no idea what you were even doing on such a strange planet. All you remembered was that Uncle Tom had been shot, and suddenly, Jake was swept into a mission that wasn’t his—forced to fill his brother’s shoes. Now, here you were, dragged along with him, feeling out of place on a planet that felt far too wild for someone like you.

You were supposed to be buying makeup, drinking, choosing outfits, and crying when dirt got under your nails. Instead, you were stuck on Pandora without any of your ditzy friends, relying on your father to keep you company.

You stared at the Colonel, who stood at the front of the room, his back turned to the new recruits. You slowly sat down on a stiff metal bench, fiddling with your fingers. You glanced at the marine next to you, briefly smiling.

"You are not in Kansas anymore. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen." He turns, and you stiffen, feeling the breath suddenly knock out of your lungs. He was... handsome. His features were rough and rugged, and three long scars dragged through his cropped hair. "Beyond that fence, every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for jujubes." You could hardly hear his low voice, too enamoured by his looks.

"As head of security, it's my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed." He strode down the empty aisle, hands clasped behind his back as he paused. "Not with all of you." Your gaze followed him until he stopped in front of you. You stared up at him through your lashes, lips softly parted.

You could smell the faint scent of his cologne. It overpowered you, flooding your senses. He continued talking, but his words never fully reached your ears. He placed his hands on his hips, his elbow almost whacking you in the face.

"Class dismissed."

You were the first to stand up. The Colonel, out of the corner of his eye, saw you. He turned his head, eyes trailing down your figure. You picked up the last bag before lifting your head, your gaze locking with the Head of Security.

It was a brief moment of eye contact before your father called out your name. "Sorry, sir, excuse me." You brushed past the Colonel, hurrying after Jake.

The corridor was a mess, filled with luggage and crowded with people of all sorts. You squeezed past them all, struggling to breathe in the claustrophobic air.

"Hey! You're Jake, right?!" A scrawny man staggered under the weight of his overpacked duffel bag as he jogged to catch up with you and your father. "Tom's brother? I'm Norm Spellman. I, uh, went through avatar training with him." Norm glanced at you, "And you must be Y/N, right? Tom's daughter, I'm guessing? He talked about you a lot."

"She's mine, actually." Jake interrupted. "My daughter."

Norm's brows raised for a second before he smiled. "Right, of course. Sorry."

Your focus trailed off as Norm and Jake conversed. You merely followed after them. Your eyes widened in awe as you came face to face with Tom's, now Jake's, avatar. It looked just like your Uncle. You pressed a hand against the transparent amino tank, deeply inhaling.

"Grace Augustine is a legend!" Norm exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement. "She's the head of the Avatar Program and wrote the literal book on Pandoran botany."

"So it's like the Pandoran botany bible?" You finally spoke up for the first time since arriving on the alien world. You heard Max, another scientist, let out a quiet snort.

"Yeah, you can say that. She wrote the book because she likes plants better than people." Max said over his shoulder.

You almost jumped in shock when a link compartment door was slammed open with a loud bang. Grace Augustine, a fierce woman, sat up. You watched as she stretched her neck, lowly groaning. "Okay, who's got my damn cigarette?!" She shouted as she stood up.

Grace's eyes were anything but kind as she watched the four of you approach her. She deeply scowled.

"Grace, I'd like you to meet Norm Spellman, Y/N Sully, and Ja"- Max attempted to introduce the three of you, but Grace abruptly cut him off.

"Norm. I hear good things about you. How's your Na'vi?" She practically ignored you and your father, her attention focused solely on the one person who actually belonged on Pandora.

"Grace." Max tried again, "This is Y/N Sully and Jake Sully."

"Yeah, yeah. I know who they are." Her lips curled into a frown as she turned to Jake. "I don't need you. I need your brother. The PhD who trained three years for this mission."

"He's dead, " you said. You had always possessed a sharp tongue, but in situations like these, you really needed to learn to bite your remarks back.

Grace looked even more unimpressed to see you. "This Tom's daughter?"

"Mine." Jake corrected for the second time in an hour.

"Funny. She looks just like Tom."

"What a surprise. It's almost like he was my twin."

Grace huffed in slight amusement. "Whatever. I guess we can use her for... something. A secretary of sorts. Let's hope Quaritch takes a liking to you. Maybe he’ll stop annoying the shit out of me with a new play toy.”

"Hey, no, no. You can't talk about her like that." Jake piped up, "She's a person, not an object."

Grace ignored his jab. "How much lab training have you had?"

"I dissected a frog once in high school chemistry," Jake answered. He glanced at you, "Y/N's better. She won a science award."

"In what, primary school?" Grace sharply retorted, rolling her eyes.

You scoffed under your breath. No, you won the state science competition.

"You see? They're just pissing on us without the courtesy of calling it rain. I'm going to Selfridge." Grace shoved past you, storming down the corridor.

"Parker, I used to think it was benign neglect, but now I see you're intentionally screwing us. I need a research assistant, not some jarhead. " Grace grumbled, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration.

Selfridge merely shrugged as he looked down at his golf ball, gently hitting it towards a cup. Grace kicked it aside, frowning in annoyance. "Actually, I think we got lucky."

Grace scoffed as Selfridge leaned down to retrieve the ball. "Lucky?" She groaned, " How is this in any way lucky?"

"Well, lucky your guy had a twin brother, and lucky the brother wasn't an oral hygienist or something. A Marine we can use. I'm assigning him to your team as a security escort." Selfridge folded his arms over his chest.

"The last thing I need is another trigger-happy asshole out there with a bimbo daughter!" Grace abruptly shouted, slamming her hand down on the table.

"She's smarter than she looks. You ever heard of that kid who won the US State Academic Award?" Selfridge flipped through a series of folders before pulling one out and showing the front paper to Grace.

The woman stared at the picture of you, eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. "That... was her?"

"Yeah. Maybe you can, I don't know, teach her to become a scientist or something. She learns fast from what I've heard. Jake only dragged her along because if he left, there’d be no one else to take care of her."

"So? She’s an adult."

"Well, no. She was a teenager before leaving for Pandora. But anyway, she went a bit loopy after high school. Took a bunch of pills. If Jake left her alone, he’d only return to her grave."

“What, so we’re taking in suicidal kids now? We ain’t a help shelter, Parker.”

“I think she can offer us something. Quaritch took one look at her picture and accepted her into the operation. So, clearly, he sees something we don’t. But, whatever keeps him happy, I guess. As long as he gets his job done.”

Grace scoffed for what felt like the fifth time today. "Whatever." She muttered.

"Sully, Colonel wants to see you in the Armor Bay." Trudy Chacon, a pilot and former Marine, strode into the lab, still dressed in her flight suit. Jake lifted his head, sending Norm a puzzled look.

Nevertheless, he followed after Trudy. She led him past numerous planes and AMPSUITS. "He's down there," Trudy uttered, pointing to the makeshift gym where Jake saw Colonel Miles Quaritch bench-pressing massive weights.

"This low gravity makes you soft," Quaritch grunted as he pushed through the last rep. "You get soft; Pandora will shit you out dead with zero warning." He racked the bar and sat up, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. "I pulled your record, Corporal. Venezuela, that was some mean bush. Nothing like this here, though. You got heart coming out here. Especially with your daughter, no doubt."

Jake shrugged, "Just another hellhole, sir. And if I left my daughter, she'd practically be an orphan."

"You weren't planning on returning to her?"

"I'd probably be dead, sir. And if it takes six years to travel back, she'd want nothing to do with me. Even now, she almost despises me."

"She looks a lot like you, apart from the eyes."

"Yeah. Her mother had the same big doe eyes."

Quaritch only chuckled as he clapped Jake on the shoulder. "I was in First Recon a few years ahead of you. More than a few. Two tours in Nigeria, not a scratch. I come out here, and on the first day, I get this." He pointed to his scarred head, lips curling into a sneer. "They could fix this if I rotated back. But you know what? I kinda like it. Reminds me every day what's out there."

Jake listened attentively as Quaritch explained a proposition: "I take care of my own, son. Get me what I need, and I'll see you get your legs back when you rotate home—your real legs."

Jake let out a chuckle, not being able to suppress his wide grin. "That sounds real good, sir." He paused, "But what about my daughter?"

Quaritch raised an eyebrow as he watched Jake shake his head. "I can’t take care of her. I could barely take care of her on Earth. I need to make sure she ends up somewhere safe before I…" He trailed off.

“Before you run away.” Quaritch finished. “Don’t worry, Sully. I’ll take care of her if things get too tough.”

If only Jake noticed the crude meaning behind his words.

The first time Quaritch approached you was when your father was out on another mission. You were lounging around in the laboratory, tapping a pen against the table in boredom.

Norm was gone too, so was Grace. Trudy was with them as well. Max was… your eyes trailed around the room, searching for the friendly scientist. He was working on another project.

You sighed, tilting her head back. Your lips settled into a pout as you spun around in the chair, relieving your boredom for a few short sentences. You were interrupted when two hands slammed down on either side of you, effectively trapping you.

You looked up, eyes wide as you stared at the Colonel. You expected a scold to roll off his tongue. He merely grinned down at you. “We haven’t formerly met, Y/N.”

“You know my name?” You whispered. As far as you were concerned, nobody batted at eye at you. Sure, you were nice eye candy, a stark difference from the actual workers, but there was nothing else to you. You felt your cheeks heat up as he leaned closer.

“You’re Sully’s girl.” He grinned, “Plus, I read your file. You had a bright future. Early acceptation from Harvard law. What happened?”

You slowly swallowed. Right, you had forgotten about that. Your life had been going great until your high school graduation. It was the same day your Uncle Tom was shot. You didn’t turn up to graduation. In fact, you barely left your room after that.

Jake Sully was your father on paper but Tom Sully was everything else.

Your life fell into pieces after your Uncle’s death. You were already on the verge of a mental breakdown and his death was the breaking point.

You glanced back at Quaritch, silent for a moment. “An accident happened.” You murmured. “My Uncle died.”

“And I’m guessing your father didn’t help? He told you to suck it up?”

Yes, those were Jake’s exact words.

“Why are you talking to me, Colonel?” You muttered, fidgeting with your hands.

“I need you to do something for me, pretty.” His face was barely an inch from yours, his lips almost brushing yours. You had the urge to close the gap yet you remained still, waiting. “I need you to keep an eye on Augustine and her team. Can you do that for me?” His hands grazed your collarbones as he rested them on your shoulders. Your breath hitched. You hadn’t been touched so gently in years.

“Okay.” You whispered without thinking.

“Good. If that smart little brain of yours suspects anything, tell me.” He stood up straight.

“I’m not smart, Colonel.” You said as he began to walk away. You watched as he slung his jacket over his shoulder and turned to look at you once more.

A smirk pulled at his lips. “Oh? Then how come Harvard wanted you so bad?”

It had been days since your last interaction with the Colonel but his words seemed engraved into your head. You softly bit down on your bottom lip, jolting when Norm’s link suddenly opened. “Hey.” He greeted you. He was probably the only nice person to you. Him, Trudy, and Max. Grace didn’t like your presence looming around but she tolerated you. And Jake didn’t bother checking up on you; he wanted you to get settled in by yourself.

“Hi.” You replied, staring at him. You noticed his tired eyes. “Busy day?”

“Yeah. Decided to take a break. You doing alright?”

You silently nodded. Between you and Norm, there wasn’t much to discuss. You knew nothing about Pandora while he seemed to know everything, constantly spewing out knowledge in your face.

“You wanna grab lunch together?” Norm asked but you politely declined. You had already eaten after taking a short nap. Grace said she’d get you some work to do but she never did.

“Hey, Sully.” Another marine soldier whose name you didn’t know called out for you, “The Colonel’s asking for ya. Says he has a job for you.” You were secretly glad to have a task to do. Days on Pandora were so boring.

You scrambled out of your seat, following the Marine into a part of the base you had never been to. You mainly stuck to the science compound where Grace could keep an eye on you.

“Colonel, I got ‘er.” The soldier announced, briefly saluting. Quaritch turned away from Selfridge to look you up and down, nodding.

“Just make her file papers or copy. I don’t care.” You heard Selfridge hiss as he poked Quaritch’s chest and walked away. You felt self conscious standing in a room jam packed of soldiers. They all craned their heads to get a look at you, eyes flickering to your low cut top.

“Here you go, pretty. That’ll be plenty to keep you occupied. Just copy them and I’ll check back with you in an hour.” Quaritch shoved a pile of files into your arms, his hands grazing yours. You blushed at the sudden contact.

“Yes sir.” You squeaked. His gaze remained on your figure, almost scrutinising you before he turned his head.

You admired his side profile, your gaze not so subtly staring at his sharp jawline. He noticed but made no comment. You hurried off, almost crashing into people due to the files covering your vision. Quaritch watched you with an amused glint in his eyes. Oh, you were going to be fun.

You sat in front of the printer, your eyes drooping at its slow pace. You would have fallen asleep had Trudy not interrupted you. “Hey, mini Sully, what’cha doing?!” She ruffled your hair, jolting you awake.

“Printing papers for the Colonel.” You murmured, giving the printer a firm kick when it paused.

“You so bored that you started listening to the Colonel? Ha!” Trudy chuckled as she slung an arm around your shoulder. “Augustine really ain’t making it easy for you, huh?”

You simply shook your head. “She doesn’t seem to like me.”

“Oh, nonsense! She’ll warm up eventually!” Trudy slapped you on the back, leaving you winded. You lowly grunted, almost sent forward by the sudden force.

“Yeah, sure.” You muttered, still not believing the pilot’s words. The room was peacefully silent before Trudy swore under her breath.

“Sorry, babe, gotta fly some more avatars down. Duty calls.”

Her teasing pet name made your cheeks flare up. Somehow the RDA has managed to send the most attractive people to Pandora. You were stuck with the whirring printer as it paused again, clearly struggling. You gave it another kick, forcing it back into action.

“Whoa, slow down, sweetheart. Don’t need ‘cha breaking our equipment.” Quaritch leaned against the doorframe, gaze lazily trailing over you. You were sitting backwards on a chair, arms propped up.

“It’s too slow.” You complained. Though, your voice was quiet. Quaritch had to strain his ears to hear your words.

“Where’s your dad?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out.” You replied, suddenly feeling bitter at how Jake was almost ignoring you.

“He plans to abandon you.”

You ceased all actions as you slowly turned your head to stare at Quaritch. “What?” You whispered.

Jake wasn’t the best dad, that was for sure. At least, not to you. But you could barely blame him. You were the result of a college hook-up, just another burden forced into his hands when your mother didn’t want you. He liked you at first. He treated you with care.

You were his precious little girl for a brief moment in time. And then you grew up into your own person, almost like a stranger to Jake. You looked so much like him that he seemed to hate it. He hated seeing another copy of him, reminding him of what his life could have looked like had he not lost control in his legs.

Deep inside, you were still his little girl who believed you were his whole world when, in reality, you were the last thing in his mind.

“Said so himself, sweetheart. He can’t look after you, not like this.” Quaritch stepped closer to you, softly tilting your chin up with a flick of his fingers.

You knew your presence made life difficult for Jake but he never complained. Hearing the Colonel’s cruel words was a snap back to reality.

“I suppose it’ll be easier for him…” You muttered, your tongue darting out to lick your dry lips.

“I told him I’d take care of you.” Quaritch muttered as he leaned down, his warm breath hitting your ear. “So don’t get into trouble, sweetheart.” He teasingly tapped your cheek as the corners of his mouth twitched into a sly grin.

You had a feeling that Quaritch wasn’t trying to act as a second father finger as his gaze lingered on your lips for a second too long.

Your theory was proven correct when one night, weeks after your arrival, Quaritch cornered you in the dim kitchen. It was late and you had snuck out of your room to retrieve a cup of cold water. You didn’t even know the Colonel had entered the room until he closed the creaky door behind him.

“Up for a late night snack, sweetheart?” He called out, using your endearing nickname. You stared at him through your lashes as you leaned over to grab a cup from the dishwasher.

“No, sir. Only some water.” You softly replied, never breaking eye contact. In one swift moment, he snatched the fragile cup from your hand and shoved you against the stone-top counter. The edges dug into your clothed back as you merely blinked up at him.

“You’re in my personal space, Colonel.” You said, lightly mocking him. He said nothing as he effortlessly lifted you onto the counter, grabbing your chin with his hand.

“It was easy to ignore those science pukes and my soldiers but you waltz around here in low jeans and cropped tops.” His brows furrowed together in frustration, “I can’t even remember the most beautiful woman I’ve seen because it’s always you in my goddamn mind.”

You tilted your head to the side, adjusting your shirt that was beginning to slow down your shoulder, showing a silver of skin. “I don’t understand, sir.” You murmured. What was the point behind his words?

He leaned in, lips brushing yours but never actually colliding. He seemed to hesitate but the doubt clouding his head vanished when you wrapped your arms around his neck and closed the distance between you.

You were moving eagerly, taking away his ability to breathe. Literally. He had to forcefully pull away to inhale some much needed oxygen to relieve his dizzy head.

You didn’t let him take a break for long. You tugged him forward by his shirt collar, muttering muffled words against his lips. “Don’t leave me, Colonel.” You whispered, tucking your face into his shoulder.

Quaritch pressed a light kiss to the back of your neck, dragging out a low sigh from you. You allowed your head to loll to the side, granting him further access. He nipped and sucked on your exposed skin, listening to the quiet sounds slipping past your lips.

From that night on you, were obsessed with Colonel Miles Quaritch and you only drowned deeper into the guilty pleasure each time you shared stolen kisses in the empty corridors.

You barely saw Jake anymore, too preoccupied in keeping Quaritch company. You were sure Lyle Wainfleet, Quaritch’s second-in-command, could hear the squeak of his superior’s bed. Lyle had even caught you sneaking out of the Colonel’s room late at night a few times, hair messy, lipstick smudged, and your shirt barely covering the bruises that lay upon your collarbone. Yet, you didn’t really care and neither did he. Lyle had seen much worse things in his lifetime.

You were lying in your own bed when you heard a knock on your door. Begrudgingly, you crawled out from under your warm blankets and stumbled through the dark.

You opened the door, expecting to see your father, maybe Norm or Trudy, even Grace. You were expecting anybody else but the Colonel himself.

“Sir.” You greeted him. He brushed past you, entering your room without your permission but you let him. You were already closing the door behind you, locking it for safe measures.

“Felt lonely without you.” Quaritch sighed as he fell onto your soft mattress. You could faintly see him beckoning you over through the darkness. “Missed the smell of your perfume too.” As you lay down beside him, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, your perfume hitting him like an avalanche.

You thought he was merely here for sex, like he always was, but he grabbed your wrists when your hands travelled to the waistband of his pants. “Just wanted to see your pretty face and hear your voice.” He uttered, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You felt a warm, giddy feeling seep into your chest as he pulled you close. When had you last been touched so lovingly? Quaritch was so gentle. His hands rested on the curve of your back, thumb rubbing affectionate circles into your skin.

You allowed your eyes to flutter closed, leaning into his warm embrace. For the first time in a while, you felt safe. Quaritch shifted, his arms now wrapped around you as he pulled you close. The lingering smell of his cologne hit you, clouding your mind of every rational thought.

The effect he had on you was dangerous but you loved it.

You were aimlessly braiding Trudy’s hair when Grace stormed towards you. She grabbed you by the shoulder, practically dragging you towards the door. Trudy looked up, confused, but not questioning it.

“Ow! That hurts!” You exclaimed, trying to swat Grace’s hand away. She ignored you.

“Are you out of your mind?!” She hissed, harshly flicking your forehead. “Messing around with Quaritch of all people?”

“How do you know about that?” You didn’t bother denying it.

“Well, he isn’t exactly secret about it. Doesn’t even bother wiping the lipstick marks off his neck. And nobody here wears lipstick apart from you.” She poked your chest, her eyebrows furrowing. “You could do so much better. Why him of all the idiotic people here?”

You silently shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “He makes me feel… loved.” You whispered, lowering your head. You had never been ashamed of being involved with the Colonel but Grace’s judgemental glare suddenly made you feel self conscious.

“He isn’t capable of love, kid! And that’s what you are. You’re like a kid compared to him! There’s plenty of younger marine soldiers.” Grace paused, looking you up and down. “Unless… this has something to do with Jake. If you’re looking for anything resembling a father, you won’t find it in Quaritch.”

Tears glazed over your eyes as Grace said nothing but the truth.

“If you’re looking for stability, protection, and emotional support because your relationship with Jake lacks that, choose someone else. Not Quaritch.”

Your cheeks burned up. You barely understood yourself, but Grace was psychoanalysing you in a matter of seconds. You swallowed hard, your throat tight as Grace’s words cut deep. You wanted to argue against her brutal honesty, but she was staring right through you, her gaze sharp.

"I'm not looking for a father figure."

"Then what are you looking for?" She pressed, her voice softer but still relentless. "Love? That’s not in his arsenal, kid." Grace saw your trembling lips. She sighed gently, "I'm not trying to beat you down. Quaritch has his motives, and whatever feelings you have for him won't change his agenda. Trust me, I’ve seen men like him. They’re good at giving you what you want—until they don’t." Her voice was almost motherly, starkly different from how she usually spoke to you. She never talked to you like that, not with such tenderness, making the truth even more challenging to swallow.

Her words haunted you as she walked away. You felt vulnerable. Grace had peeled away a layer of you that you weren't ready to face. Your chest felt tight as you stumbled towards Quaritch's office, your eyesight blurry with unfallen tears. Grace's voice lingered in the back of your mind, attacking you.

She was right—you knew it deep down. But the ache of Quaritch's attention, his intense affection, felt too good to give up. It was intoxicating, in a dangerous way that clouded your judgment. He made you feel important and seen; it filled the hole in your heart.

The warmth of his presence, the subtle touch of his hand when no one was watching, the guarded smiles he flashed—it was enough to make you forget, even for a fleeting second, how dangerous your obsession with Quaritch could be.

His possessive gaze from across the room always made your stomach somersault. His attention was a drug, and you weren't sure if you had the strength to walk away.

You slowly lifted a hand, hesitantly knocking on his door. "Come in." He gruffly called out. You twisted the knob, gently pushing the door open.

"Hello, sir." You murmered.

He instantly noticed your distressed face and the way your brows creased together. "What's on your mind, sweetheart?" He asked, beckoning you forward.

"Sir..." Your mouth ran dry. "Is it true? Do you really view me as a..." You couldn't even finish your sentence. He played with the hem of your shirt, nodding his head to encourage you to continue. "Someone told me you don't care about me."

"Of course I do, princess." He caressed your waist. "Who told you that?"

"Grace." You murmured, kneeling in front of him and leaning your cheek against his knee. He softly stroked your head, bringing you a speckle of comfort.

"Don't listen to those science pukes, sweetheart." He told you, tilting your head up. "They don't know you like I do, baby." His thumb traced the shape of your lips. All your doubts flew out the window as he pulled you up, kissing you.

You peeked into Jake's room, searching for your father. You noticed how his bunk was almost empty, stripped of his belongings. The only thing left was a framed picture of you and him on his nightstand with a short note under it. You knew what the letter meant. He was leaving you all over over.

Suddenly, you were five again, begging your father not to go on another mission because you still wanted- no, needed- his love. You held the photograph of you together close to your chest, your emotions overwhelming you. You didn't even know he still had this picture, let alone kept it beside him while he slept. However, the fact that he had forgotten or purposely left it didn't sit right with you.

Your hands trembled as you removed the picture from the frame, delicately folding it and shoving it into your pocket. You grabbed the note, almost crashing into the wall with how fast you ran out of the room. “Sorry!” You exclaimed as you shoved past two scientists.

You frantically knocked on Quaritch’s door, knowing it was his day off. When he didn’t open it, you started wildly banging your fist against the surface. You even kicked the door a little, almost knocking it off its hinges. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Hold on, fucking hell!” You heard him shout. He angrily opened the door, raising his eyebrows when he saw you.

“My dad. He left.” You blurted out. You felt bad for snitching on your own father but that wasn’t enough to stop you. A part of you would always crave Quaritch’s approval and you knew you’d go to great lengths to prove it. “He left this.” You handed him the note Jake had placed on the nightstand, announcing his abrupt departure with Norm, Grace, and Trudy. As Quaritch’s eyes scanned over the note, you couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder when you heard a quiet groan.

Your heart almost stopped. There was a woman in Quaritch’s bed. All you could see was her brunette hair but you immediately knew it was. Paz Socorro. The marines liked her as much as they liked you. She was beautiful, much closer to Quaritch’s age than you. She was curled into a ball, the blankets softly draped over her undressed form.

Quaritch saw you stiffen but only raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘we weren’t exclusive’. He shoved the note back into your hands and closed the door on you, not even bothering to even utter a word. You stood in front of his room, frozen and shocked. Once you realised he had no intention of speaking to you, you slowly dragged your feet in the direction of your room.

Your body felt heavy as you forced it to move. You were sure you would have fully collapsed when your knees buckled if it wasn’t the person who swiftly caught you. “Thank you.” You murmured.

You barely got to your room in time before everything started collapsing. You slammed the door behind you, slowly sliding down it. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to wipe them away with no avail.

Your father had left you like he always did even though he promised he’d never do it again.

Norm and Trudy, your only two friends, were gone too.

And Grace, who you were beginning to view as a slight mother figure, left with them.

Not to mention Quaritch, the man who your twisted mind claimed to love, had another woman in his life. Grace was right. You should have listened but you thought you knew better.

You felt numb as you crawled into your bed, ignoring your given duties. Selfridge had knocked on your door hours ago, demanding you to file and copy some paperwork, but you tuned his voice out. Nobody except for you knew how to properly work the printer. What a bunch of idiots. Weren’t they supposed to be the smartest and toughest bunch?

Your hair stuck to your flushed face as you buried yourself deeper into the comfort of your blankets. You barely registered the sound of your door creaking open until the dim light from the hallway suddenly flooded in.

“Princess, I promise you she meant nothing.” You heard Quaritch call out into your dark room, “She was just a fling, that’s all. I missed you.”

A part of you didn’t want to believe his words, but as he leaned down to kiss the side of your head, you lost all common sense. You couldn’t resist his sickly sweet words, which made your stomach churn and your heart flutter.

He embraced you, and you let him, knowing there was no point in fighting when you would ultimately lose. You kissed him back as he crawled into your bed, cornering you without a chance to run.

You were tightly wrapped around his finger as he placed you on his lap, your lips never leaving his. You were barely inhaling any oxygen, sacrificing your need to breathe to spend more time pressed up against Quaritch.

Grace was right, but you were already in too deep to remember her words. It was your mistake, really. And you realized that when Quaritch's gentle grip became bruising, and it became impossible to escape his controlling gaze.

Quaritch watched the monitor in anger, staring at Jake’s avatar. His hands clenched into fists as he immediately spun around, searching for the one person who would give him the leverage he needed. You.

He burst into your room. You screamed out of surprise, papers flying everywhere. “Get up, princess.” He yanked you out of your seat, his tight grip enough to bruise your shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You asked, your gaze nervously darting around.

“To get your dad. You know where he is, right?”

You stared up at Quaritch, your lips sealed. Jake had briefly mentioned the location to you in his note, but you had scribbled it out before showing Quaritch the letter. He merely chuckled, leaning down to match your height. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me where he is, and I’ll reward you.” He caressed your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. You leaned into his touch, your mind clouded.

“A reward?” You quietly questioned. “Anything I want?”

Quaritch smirked, “Anything.”

You thought for a moment, thickly gulping. Your eyes darted up to meet his and you parted your glossy lips. “The Hallelujah mountains.” You whispered, almost wishing he didn’t hear you.

“Good job, sweetheart. I’ll make sure you give you want you want when we get back.” He patted your head and you opened your lips to ask what he meant by we. Your silent question was answered when he tugged you towards an aircraft.

“Your dad’s crossed the line. It’s time he remember who he’s fighting for.”

You stiffened as Quaritch suddenly pricked your skin with a sharp knife. He held it against your throat. One wrong move and your blood would be everywhere. The blade dug into your flesh, cutting a thin line. Tiny drops of blood oozed out, staining your white-collar top.

You were scared for your life but you made no attempt in fighting against Quaritch. Because surely he wouldn’t actually slit your throat, right? He loved you too much… at least, that’s what you thought in your mind.

Quaritch, satisfied with your dormant state, slowly slipped the knife back into its holster. He held onto you securely, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. To you, it felt like a loving touch. To others, they knew it was a way of ensuring you didn’t run.

You looked foreign to your father. He hadn’t gazed at you in so long that he forgot what you looked like. He felt a small pang of guilt as he watched the way Quaritch took a step to stand closer to you, too close to be merely acquaintances.

Grace has warned him about the Colonel’s new suddenly interest in you but Jake was too stubborn to listen. Now he realised what she meant. Jake, after years of letting you fend for yourself, had officially lost you. And you had fallen into the hands of a greedy and cruel man.

You stood beside Quaritch as the recording of Jake destroying a bulldozer camera played on repeat. It suddenly paused on a frame revealing Jake’s angry snarl. “You let me down, son.”

You watched the scene with wide eyes. Grace, Norm, and Jake were thrown into a cell for siding with the Na’vi. You turned to Quaritch, tugging on his shirt to gain his attention. “Sir, is this really necessary?” You murmured, glancing at your father.

Quaritch wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you away. “He doesn’t love you, sweetheart. He doesn’t care about you.” He whispered in your ear as he stroked his thumb over your cheek. Your mind instantly believed any lie he shoved down your throat and you slowly nodded. “I’m here. I care about you, not him.”

You blindly trailed after him. You’d walk off a cliff for Quaritch and he knew it. He used your loyalty to his advantage because all it took was a murmur of sweet words in your ear for you to follow him.

You didn’t visit Jake until hours later. You adjusted your top to conceal the marks Quaritch had left on your body. The guard standing in front of the cell nodded in acknowledgment at you before walking off to give you some privacy. You halted in front of the cell, red eyes looking up to meet Jake’s. It had taken thirty minutes for you to stop crying after Quaritch convinced you that Jake wanted you gone.

“Quaritch said you don’t care about me.” You uttered, staring at Jake. You heard the quiet sound of Grace scoffing.

“And you believe him?” She asked.

“You left me. Why wasn’t I allowed to come?” Your brows furrowed. Jake was sitting right in front of you in his wheelchair, wanting to reach out a hand to comfort you but he knew you’d only pull away. His touch felt like hot iron on your skin.

“It was too dangerous.” He muttered, unable to meet your gaze.

You kneeled so that he was forced to lock eyes with you. “Why don’t you love me?” Your words came out as a whisper but when Jake didn’t answer, you grew angry. “Why don’t you love me?!” You reached through the bars, gripping onto his shirt. “You don’t love me! You don’t care about me! Why?! Why don’t you love me?!” You screamed.

Jake couldn’t answer. You leaned your head against the bar, tears rolling down the apples of your cheeks. It felt like you were a child again, crying into his arms about a scraped knee. Only, it was something bigger than that.

You sniffled, your tight grip on Jake’s shirt loosening. “Why are you leaving me for her?” You didn’t even have to say Neytiri’s name. You saw the look in Jake’s eyes when he spoke about Neytiri with Norm and Grace. It was the same way you looked at Quaritch.

After your short outburst, you were ushered away by the guard. Jake could only helplessly stare at your retreating form. You were his little girl and he had let you down.

The last time Jake ever saw you with his human eyes was when he jumped on a plane with Grace, Norm, and Trudy. You had been in the control tower with Quaritch when you heard the sound of a whirring engine. The moment you realised Jake was leaving you for good, you kicked open the door and rushed out without an oxygen mask.

Jake could still remember your teary eyes as you outstretched an arm, silently begging him to come back. You would have fallen over the metal railing if it wasn’t for Quaritch heaving you back. The Colonel swiftly lifted an oxygen mask to your face, forcing you to breathe.

You never saw your father again.

It was clear that Jake’s departure meant war. Quaritch barked orders at his soldiers and pilots with you hot on his heels. He only spared you a glance when you were in the safe confides of his office.

“You know I have to go, sweetheart.” He murmured against your skin. You shook your head.

“Don’t go, please.” With Jake gone, Quaritch was your last lifeline.

“I’ll come back, princess.”

Lies.

“We can start that family you always wanted.”

Lies.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

LIES.

“No, don’t leave.” You whimpered, a futile attempt to convince him to stay with you. “If you leave, that means you don’t love me.” You received no answer. “Do you love me?” You asked, “Or are you lying? I don’t like liars.” Your nails dug into his skin.

“I have to leave, baby.” Quaritch repeated.

You were on your knees in an instant, tugging aggressively on his shirt as you sobbed. It was an exact repeat of what had happened with your father. You were starting to notice a pattern. “Why don’t you love me?! Why are you like him?” You cried. “He left me! And you’re leaving me!”

You had given him everything. Why did he still not return your desperate feelings? Quaritch almost felt bad for you. He flattened out your tousled hair, quietly shushing you. “Princess, stop crying.” He wiped your tears and smeared mascara away.

“Do you love me now?” You whispered, your hopeful doe eyes staring up at him. You were beautiful, even with red eyes and tears streaming down your face. Quaritch hesitated. Would it be going too far to lie about such a thing to you? Especially given your current mental state.

You didn’t wait for him to reply. You forcefully pressed your lips against his, pushing him back into his seat. “I love you.” You murmured in between kisses. You were barely letting him breathe, suffocating him with your presence in hopes it would get him to reciprocate your feelings.

Maybe you were reaching for something unattainable, desperate for a connection in a place that would ultimately kill you. And yet, deep down, you knew this wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection in the way you craved. It was something darker, but that didn’t stop you from wanting more. Every time Quaritch was near, you let yourself sink deeper into the dangerous game you were playing.

It all dawned on you as you watched Quaritch suit up. He looked handsome in his army uniform but a bitter feeling was still gnawing at you. He was leaving you just like Jake. He was abandoning you just like Jake.

You held onto Quaritch tightly, begging him once more not to go. Selfridge had to pry you off the Colonel as you sobbed and reached out your hands for him. “Why don’t you love me?!” You repeated in a loud screech, screaming at the top of your lungs. “You’re leaving me like him! You don’t love me! You lied to me! You fucking lied!” In anger, you threw your necklace at him. It hit the ground and you didn’t have a chance to retrieve it as you were dragged away screaming and swearing.

You never saw Quaritch again either. Nor Grace, Trudy, Norm, or Max.

Grace was dead. Trudy was dead. Quaritch was dead. You were under the impression that everybody was dead.

You had been forced into a dark room until you called down out of your maniac state, only seeing the light when a hatch opened to deliver you food. You didn’t know how long you had been sitting on the ground for. It felt like days had passed.

You slowly blinked, hands reaching for a gun hidden in the pockets of your cargo pants. You had taken it from your father’s room out of pure curiosity and forgot to return it. It was only loaded with one bullet but that was all you needed.

You pressed the gun against your head, biting down on your lip. You tasted metal in your mouth and it brought you an odd sense of comfort as your finger squeezed the trigger.

Nobody heard the loud gunshot ring through the air as your limp body fell to the side with a loud thud, blood staining the rough concrete floor.

The last time Jake truly saw you was when your dead body was being buried, the image of your bloodied hands engraved in his mind.

AVATAR TAGLIST (comment to be added/removed): @gruffle1

[sulkybender]

[depicted: boyfriend as biblically-accurate m&m]

r/TrueOffMyChest

u/CallMeMrBoomerang

Title: m&m for your thoughts

It’s funny how you can go back to being whatever age you were when you first knew someone.

This man is literally my *boyfriend* and I have a crush on him. Ugh, ugh. Big goofy smile, stammering, the works. I am a grown adult man with a crush on my *boyfriend.*

I look at him and it’s right back to being fifteen and camping out under the bleachers when we should have been in class, talking through lunch and into the next period and the next. He was so shy back then it was like you could crush him if you looked at him too hard, and at the same time he could be so angry and tough. I was a little afraid of him and I adored him. High school.

We didn’t kiss then but we came close. Smell of the hot grass under the bleachers, cigarettes I stole from my dad. (He was always trying to quit so I regarded that personally as a form of righteous warfare. Like yeah, you *should* be smoking less buddy.) I used to swipe snacks for us because I knew how to jiggle the vending machine by my locker in just the right way, there was an art to it. I was always trying to get him to have something sweet and he would give me this look like I was insane, even when it was just a bag of m&ms that had been hanging out in my back pocket all period. He acted like everything was just too decadent. And I just wanted to make him happy.

There’s always this moment just before he smiles when he seems surprised, like yeah, he didn’t see this coming either. And I loved that. I still do.

I remember there was a moment when I thought, “he has a really nice mouth,” looking at it, and then I thought that was maybe the dumbest thing I’d ever thought.

Well, ten years later give or take and I don’t think it was the dumbest idea. I don’t think I was wrong.

Trying to work right now and my brain keeps saying ‘if you kissed him back then he would have tasted like m&ms.’ Which is true. But he also would have punched me.

[heartilywrites]

Hiii! Can i request a korra x reader fic where reader is lin beifong’s daughter and is also a soldier? Like they met when korra got arrested and later on reader joined team avatar

Thank u love u!

،، 𝓛ike it's magnetic ; Korra

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resume: an arrest for destruction of property couldn't get you anywhere, right?

content warning: fluff ; comfort ; angst if you squint your eyes enough ; Korra x fem!reader ; r is Lin's daughter which means a metal and earthbender ; she's also the lieutenant for the police force ! ; taking place in s1 ; no use of y/n

wc: 4.7k

a/n: i realize i can't do fics under 3k when the request needs a whole season for context, but i love doing it that way <3 HOPE YOU ENJOY, LOVE U TOO :D <33

“ There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free falling all in you.

There was absolutely no way someone could prepare you for what one of the officers in the radio had just said.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry, could you repeat again what you just said? A what now?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “A girl from the water tribe just fire and earthbended and it's destroying some stores at the south of the city.” you frowned at the machine, turning around to look at your company, they shrugged. “We need reinforcement, she has a polar bear dog and is running away.”

After giving the order to follow coordinates to capture the girl, you quickly walked to the nearest window to look at the city. It was impossible... She had to be... No, the avatar was supposed to be in the South at this exact moment learning airbending! Or, well, at least that was what your mother told you.

They didn't pay you enough to be lieutenant, you thought to yourself while looking at the suspect in the streets, master Tenzin was supposed to be with her, what the hell was she doing in the city?

Once captured and brought to the station, you were the first one to hop off the transport and handcuff her before entering the building.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey! What are you doing?” she tried to resist with no success to get out of your grip. “Wait, where are you taking Naga? Stop!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm gonna need you to stay calm, avatar.” you said in a soft tone, as if that was the magic word, she relaxed her muscles and allowed you to guide her. “This is protocol, you were disturbing the peace and... Destroying property.”

Korra turned her face to look at you, confused. “How do you know I'm the avatar? Most importantly, why just me? There were three men robbing people!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Well, for once, I don't really know any water tribe person who can fire and earthbend too, do you?” a funny smile painted your face, Korra felt her face grow warm at the gesture. “And I know that, I already have men bringing them too.”

The girl blinked surprised, feeling an electric current traveling along her back when your eyes met hers. Mossy green with thin yellow areolas and sparkles of grey, she caught after you looked away.

Both walked into an interrogation room and you got rid of her handcuffs for a moment, offering her a seat you stood next to the table, alert at anything that could happen.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What's your name, officer?” Korra asked calling for your attention once more, when you turned to her your mouth opened to answer, but were cut off with the sound of your boss saying your name. You tilted your head like saying 'that' to the avatar and turned completely.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Ma'am.” you greeted the older woman, standing straight. “We got the suspects, Song is bringing the remaining men from the scene.” with a quick finger movement you locked back the handcuffs before the woman could see.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you, lieutenant, you can leave us.” you nodded and walked out of the room, but stayed close. There was something about Korra that caught your attention, besides the fact that she was the avatar.

Against any popular belief, being the only other Beifong in the city at the moment didn’t give you any special treatment and that would include meeting the avatar before she arrived. Your mother was too strict, she had no interest on you meeting the girl for security. Your own security.

She knew how being close to the avatar could mean putting you in danger too and since you were her only daughter, she didn’t want that. You acted the way she wanted you to, even becoming part of the police force was her idea, she said it was to have you secure and for you to being able to defend yourself; your ascent to lieutenant was all on your own.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Lieutenant Beifong!” a familiar male voice called for you, your eyes looked up from the papers on your hands and a smile took place.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Councilman Tenzin,” you greeted back. “Can I help you, sir?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm here to collect a troublesome avatar.” he answered, a tired look in his face made you giggle a little bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We have her, yeah.” you pointed with your head for him to follow you to the interrogation room. “Is she here for training?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No, she's here because she didn’t understand that our training needed to be delayed.” a small grimace appeared on your face, your lips and nose frowned.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She seems happy to be here instead of... wherever she was hidden before.” you said in a small voice. Tenzin looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Her place is not the city, not now.” he ended the discussion, you nodded and walked up to the door, announcing him to your mother.

After what appeared to be an agreement talk for all the parts, you saw the man and the girl walk out the room. Korra was the first to notice you and walk up to you, an almost invisible blush showed on her cheeks.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry for the troubles.” she said, you brushed it off with your hand and a big smile.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't worry, I'm sure we will see each other again some time.” offering your hand for her to shake, she did and smiled big too.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you, lieutenant Beifong, I'll see you around.” Tenzin said his goodbye, making you nod.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You're a Beifong too!?” Korra opened wide her eyes, you nodded once more with a little laugh.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Chief's daughter.” you answer in a whisper before sighing. “Here to help and serve you, avatar.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Call me Korra, please, that's my name.” she presented herself, your eyes sparkled at her name and your own voice repeated it in a low tone.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let's go, Korra, we have to retrieve Naga too.” the airbender called, breaking the eye contact between you two.

She turned a second time and mouthed a little 'bye' before letting go of your hand and walk back to the man. You stood there watching her leave, closing the hand that had the avatar's almost like feeling the absence of the warmth you felt when you hold it and then your mother's voice saying your name made you jump in place and almost run to her.

After that interaction, the southerner was almost everything you got in your mind even when you were working. You felt so intrigued to Korra, almost daily you found yourself wondering about her, not being able to look for her mainly because of your work keeping you busy with the new anti–benders movement taking strength.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We need to have all the officers available in every entrance.” was overheard when arriving to the room with a files that needed to be approved. The man in the room left with one of the folders after the chief dismissed him.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm on duty tonight, I can go.” you said without anyone asking, putting the other folder on a little basket and turning to your mother, she was arms crossed. “You said you need all the officers. I'm an officer.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You, young lady, will stay out of danger.” she said taking the folder in her hands.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Mom,” she side–eyed you, raising an eyebrow. “Chief, I can go. I'm a lieutenant whether you like it or not, I am more help than I am hindrance.” you defended your case.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We are fighting equalist, lieutenant,” she began, letting the words on the air for a second before sighing. “I need you to be cautious and alert tonight, I don’t want anything happening to you.” the last part was said in a soft tone, you smiled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll be on my best behavior tonight, chief, I promise.” she dismissed you and that was your key to get ready.

Getting ready took you just a couple of minutes before following everyone to the bus. You got word about it being a championship of probending and how Korra was going to be part of it just as the group was entering the arena. Surprised took over you at the new information and seconds later, excitement at the thought of seeing the girl competing.

You greeted Tenzin when reporting to Lin about how everyone was on their spot and how you would take one of the balconies to be near the teams just in case.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Lieutenant Beifong, is good seeing you.” the man smiled ephemeral to you, you copied the gesture with a big smile. “Korra will be so happy to see you, I think she estimates you since the other day.”

Your eyes shined with curiosity and happiness to the comment. “Hopefully nothing big goes on and we can see her win tonight.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I wouldn't be so sure, kid. Take position, the match will begin soon.” Lin talked before Tenzin could make more small talk, you nodded and said goodbye to the older ones.

Knocking a couple of times on the door you entered poking your head to see the team of probenders. Korra's face lit up when she saw you and a big smile painted her face while exclaiming your name, she gave you a small greeting hug while you giggled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, suspect, is so good seeing you here since someone doesn't like going to my work to say hi.” you poked her side making her laugh, your heart felt warm at the sound.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's been crazy days, I'm sorry.” she distanced herself making you want more proximity, but you had to get your head in your work. “Guys, this is the friend I've been telling you about,” she presented you by name to the two men and you smiled a little. “They are my friends and team, Mako and Bolin.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Great meeting you guys,” you said, both hands behind your back. “I'm here to ensure your safety tonight.”

A small talk began between the group and when the lights got low, everyone got in position. You decided to be near the edge for easy access and, conveniently, you were more attentive of the match. The first half went by smoothly, you were cheering for the fire ferrets and got to wave a couple of times to Korra, assuring her with pure gestures how it was okay to lose the first round.

Suddenly you started to hear electric shocks and the sound of metal hitting the floor, with a frown you tried to get a look of what was happening and before you could make any sound, you were hit by electricity into unconsciousness. Korra had fallen into the water by then, when resurfacing to look at you, she only caught your silhouette hitting the floor and seconds later, it happened to her too before she made any move to go to you.

Minutes that felt like hours passed and just as an explosion took place, you were able to get into consciousness and back on your feet. Seeing how you were again alone on the balcony, your mind quickly remembered Korra; with back pain you stood back up and ran to the edge seeing Korra submerge in the water, one look at the group of equalists trying to leave gave you the context.

When you calculated the distance you realize there was a chance she couldn’t make it in time with the limited water source, so you jumped to hang yourself to the roof with your metal cables and as suspected she started to fall back down after some height. You caught her by the waist, Korra looked up surprised at you and was met with a wink from one of your emerald eyes, she was thankful of how you were looking up planning on throwing her to the roof so you couldn’t see the way she blushed at the action.

It took you a moment after she was there to get up yourself and a second later, the chief made you two company. At first it was a fair fight until you got hit again by the electric glove of one of the attackers, a grunt came from you and made you drop to your knees with pain in your back... more than before.

Korra was quick to run your way and defend you as much as she could, you, on the other hand, took the hit as an excuse to stay down looking at her, amazed on the way she moved attacking the man and captivated on how good she looked fighting them.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Lieutenant!” your own mother screamed from a couple of meters away making you turn quickly at her. She had her eyebrows raised.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Right, sorry!” you were fast to stand up and help them fight as much as possible.

There was a point were Lin was able to hook to the airship, you were making sure she was well supported that got distracted and pushed by one of the men. Thankfully you were quick to use your cable to hook yourself and prevent a fatal fall.

You landed near Tenzin who helped you get up and a minute later, the same chief and avatar fell through the roof to where you two were.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, thank the spirits you're okay.” Korra said when she saw you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm a tough lieutenant, they can't take me down that easily.” you answered back, smiling, the avatar giggled. “That was... something.”

Korra nodded agreeing with you, her eyes looked up to the roof while yours stayed fixated to her face. “It was... I believe we will have a lot of work.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We will...” you said on a low voice, when her gaze turned back to you, both blushed to the sudden silence and clash of eyes. “But, uhm, you can count on me if you need anything. Protection, defense classes, a friend.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh! Same to you! Well, no the defense classes since you don't have any other bending besides earth and metal. Which are really cool too! I wish I could metalbend too.” Korra spoke a little too fast for you to understand anything, winning a giggled from you, she blushed more and felt her heart race.

Your mouth opened to speak again, but got interrupted by your name being called. “We're leaving! We have a lot of work in the morning!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “On it!” you screamed back before turning to Korra and smile with calm. “Okay then, you know where to find me. Don't get yourself in too much trouble, yeah? At least not when I'm not around.”

Korra mumbled a couple of positive answers, you took a step closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye before running to your mother when she called you a second time. The avatar stood still for a couple of seconds, not believing what had happened and smiling big afterwards, feeling like walking in clouds.

The next days were such a mess, work got more demanding than before, wherever the new chief was busy people looked for you asking for help or guidance such as had happened the night of your dismissal as police.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Lieutenant Beifong!” you knew that voice, a wave of relief washed over you after your eyes recognized her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, thanks the spirits you're here.” you said smiling ephemeral leaving the officers with their word in mouth, greeting her friends with your hand.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What are you doing? You need to leave this people alone!” a small frown was painted on her face, you sighed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “That's what I've been trying to negotiate.” your hand was quick to point over to Tarrlok, Korra didn’t have any doubt in believing you. She knew you were on her side, she followed you no farther than three steps away.

You let her do all the talk, standing with a straight back and serious face, your hand was brushing hers in a secret way, even if Korra felt it she tried to act as if nothing was happening.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No one moves!” you order after Tarrlok had told them to arrest the crowd, turning back to the officers.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What do you think you're doing, Beifong?” the man asked, anger and disgust filling his voice.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Ordering my men, the chief is not here and I'm the lieutenant. They answer to me.” you answered back with such calm, Korra looked at you amazed at how your voice changed from the particular soft tone she knows to an strict one, she had no doubt you earned the position.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, well, I'm the head in charge of this whole task force and you answer to me.” even when he was walking up to you, you didn’t flinch nor moved back. “Round them up!”

Half of the officers were a bit confused at the exchange, another part was hesitant since they were loyal to you, but wanted to keep their job and the last amount did it without any doubt.

When you started to hear the pavement break and some screams of fear, you grunted and broke eye contact with the man to help Korra get as many people out as you could. You were unaware of what was happening behind you until you got captured by cables and were forced to walk back to the police cars.

Seeing Korra lift two pieces of earth bigger than her with threatening aura made your heart skip a beat, feeling your ears burn and the officers took advantage of your distraction to hand cuff you.

'I'll get you out' she mouthed at you after you got into the car, a nod and a smile was your answer. You trusted Korra with your life by that point and you didn’t know it, but she trusted you with hers.

Being in prision was probably the most boring part of them all, you shared cell with Asami who you found to be such a sweet person and a great company while waiting to get out of prision and back into helping the avatar stop the whole equalists and Tarrlok's demeanor on the whole situation.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hope you got enough beauty sleep, ladies, let's go.” the familiar woman's voice made you close your eyes, wishing for the earth to open and swallow you in.

When you stood up, a nervous smile took place in your lips. “Heey, moooom...”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You and I will talk later, kid, we have a missing avatar we need to search for.” you felt your heart drop to your feet at the news.

It was almost impossible for someone in the group to deny how out of everyone, you were the most impatient of them all to find Korra. Moved by anger and impotence of the whole situation, you fought everyone who would interpose in your way of finding the avatar, having people pull you away from the unconscious bodies you fought with.

Lin surely made a mental note of that, adding it to the so said talk she wanted to have with you. When the group was able to find her wondering almost unconscious, you ran to her pushing everyone and asking to stop with the questions.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You scared the fuck out of me.” you whispered while taking her into your arms, she was quick to hug you by the neck and smile.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry.” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes wandered along your features. A worried frown and an anxious glow in those mossy colored orbs she had been dreaming of since the first time she saw them.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm just glad you're okay.” with such caution as if you were handling the most fragile of things, you left Korra laying at the bison's seat. Your hands cupped her face while small caresses were provided by both thumbs. “We'll take you to safety so you can rest.”

One of her hands rested on top of one of yours and a weak smile met your gaze before she started to fall asleep and after that, you never left the avatar's side.

No one asked one question to either of you when the girl got better and you two started to be inseparable, when fighting you both found a way to complement each other's style, helping the other with every attack, sitting as close as humanly possible and making sure the other was okay when needed.

When having to divide and hide from the equalists, you made your life mission to protect the avatar from being seen anywhere and, clearly, following her when she wanted to see how the things were going outside. The night before the armed forces arrive to the city, you saw her sitting alone next to the polar dog while looking zoned out.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hello, stranger.” your voice made the avatar look up and smile, it was almost visible the way she relaxed at your presence. “How are you?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Nervous, anxious...” she made space for you to seat, following her unspoken request you did. Her hand looked for yours unconsciously, you tangle your fingers together with a smile. “You know what's crazy? A few months ago I was in the south pole practicing for my firebending test.”

You giggled a little bit, she smiled at the sound of your laugh, feeling more calmed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “And now... I'm in the middle of an all–out war.” her smile faded into a worry frown. Your body moved as closed as you could to her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I was beginning my training for lieutenant.” you laugh after a couple of moments in silence, trying to lift up the mood. “Life will always take us to the most unpredictable of places, Korra, is up to us to use that for our own favor... But, at least I'm glad it took you to flee from the south, I got to meet you.”

Your eyes were looking at her face, but when she heard the last part, her face turned to you completely in an almost surprised way.

Her ice blue orbs had sparkles in it; the most cold tone of light blue, on the center of them a sunflower was painted, her pupils started to expand in such a slow way that it was imperceptible. You laugh to yourself at the thought of how you've never stopped to see all those little details until now.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm glad it was you who arrested me.” she confessed, even if it was on a jokingly way, you knew what she meant. A small laugh left your mouth.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “When we get that fucker thrown in jail, I want to take you out on a date.” you spat, feel the need to take advantage of the comfortable aura you two where involved in between all that chaos. “I know the best place in the city where can eat dinner.”

The avatar smiled big and nodded. “I would love that.” she said in such a soft tone, Korra looked for your warmth, wanting to have you in her arms. You didn’t step away, allowing her to hug you.

The final battle was a whole mess, the whole team was scattered all around the city fighting to bring down the equalists movement in just one hit. You went with the girl and Mako as reinforcement if anything went south.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra!” you exclaimed after getting backstage with the airbending family. She stopped to look back at you. “I need to go to my mother.”

Even if the last thing you wanted to do was leave her, there was this discomfort of needing to look for the ex–chief, to make sure she was okay.

Korra understood, she wasn't going to force you to stay, that wasn’t her. The girl walked up to you and without any warning, her lips met yours in a sweet, inexperience way that made you smile with such happiness.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Be careful, please.” you whispered over her lips, even if you wanted that moment to last forever, the clock was ticking, so you started to walk away. “Kick his ass and comeback! The two of you!” that was the last thing you said to the two before running after Tenzin and the kids.

And the next time you two met, Korra ran to your arms as soon as she saw you. “I lost my bending.” she whispered in a shaky voice, making you embrace the hug with a heavyweight on your heart.

You were sure to be by her side when the whole group traveled to the Southern Water Tribe in hopes that Katara herself could get Korra's bending back.

Resting your head in your mother's shoulder, you were holding her hand while she was alert to the door for the two of you. Once the older woman made her appearance, you stood up way too fast and payed attention with eagerness. Seeing the avatar show herself in the main room, you could only show her a smile from you and when she walked out your feet were the first ones to follow right away to her, calling for the girl.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Go, leave.” she said walking towards Naga.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I believe it would take more than that to stop me.” you talked back, raising one of your eyebrows. “We will figure this out, we–.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No, go back to Republic City.” she cut you mid–sentence making you stop your steps. “I'm not the avatar anymore, you can go back to the city and live your life as calm as you were before I arrived.”

Your eyes blinked surprised at the way she was talking and you took the remaining steps away from her so she could look at you in the face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “What are you talking about? I can't live without you.” you were quick to say, looking for her eyes. “There's no way I can live moving forward without you and I get it now, you're all I needed in my life to feel complete.” her eyes looked brighter with the tears beginning to accumulate. “Korra, I love you.”

As if the air was pulled out of her lungs, Korra excused herself and left without looking back. You squeezed your lips in a thin line and sighed afterwards.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She just needs time.” Tenzin said walking slowly to you, you turned and smiled weakly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I just want her to be okay.” you said in a soft voice, he let one of his hands rest on your shoulder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She will be, Korra is stronger than she thinks.” the man answered, looking at the silhouette of the girl getting farther by minute. “You remind me of your mother, you know?”

You frowned with confusion looking back at him. “How so?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Doing everything in her hands to ensure everyone's safety.” your eyes blinked a couple of times and your gaze got back to the front. “Maybe you should go after her to make sure she's okay.”

When you looked at him one last time, his eyes had a soft gaze in them, like looking on a mix of appreciation and encouragement. You nodded for a little bit and were soon quick to almost run after the avatar.

Arriving to were you could see Naga's prints, you looked amazed at the southerner in the avatar state for the first time, bending a big water wave only meaning she was able to get her connection with the elements back. When she was back, she saw you with such a big and proud smile on your lips; Korra didn’t waste any second to run to you ans hug you by the neck with her two arms and leave a shy kiss on your lips follow with the most sweet 'I love you too' you had ever heard said, making you almost melt at how good it sounded on her voice.

[zofi-persson-quotes]

A very, very long one ahead

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): call out post for Dark

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): said he doesnt love me

Animal Whisperer (Red): excuse me

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): damn Dark looks like you're getting kicked

Music Man!! (Green): Dark you better fight me 1v1 I'll be waiting at Purple's

#1SpiderFan (Dark): I DID NOT SAY I DIDN’T LOVE YOU

#1SpiderFan (Dark): however i’m having second thoughts

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): :(

The Avatar (Chosen): Dark no

Music Man!! (Green): DARK I’M WAITING AT PURPLE'S

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): He is, by the way. We were at Purple’s anyway.

#1SpiderFan (Dark): oh don’t worry i’m on my way

Living Gun (Ballista): oh i gotta see this i’m also on my way don’t start w o me

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): U CANT FIGHT OVER ME

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): without me there

Warning Sign (Sign): I have work I can’t come

Animal Whisperer (Red): don’t worry Sign if i remember i’ll keep you updated

Warning Sign (Sign): Thanks I think

Animal Whisperer (Red): Y’ALL I LOOK OUTSIDE AND I JUST SEE SEC RACE PAST THE WINDOW

Music Man!! (Green): HOW DID HE GET HERE SO QUICK

Animal Whisperer (Red): Sec, actually SLAMMING THE DOOR INTO THE WALL: YO IS DARK HERE YET

Animal Whisperer (Red): Vic, a sensible person: NO WHAT

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): HEY I THINK I MIGHTVE BROKE THE DOOR

FlyingAway (Purple): SEC IF YOU BROKE THE DOOR I CAN AND WILL KILL YOU

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#1SpiderFan (Dark): I’M STILL ON MY WAY BUT DID HE ACTUALLY

Animal Whisperer (Red): THEY D I D

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): IM SO SORRY

FlyingAway (Purple): MY DAD IS GONNA KILL M E FORGET ME KILLING SEC

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I CAN PAY FR IT

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): i can probably fix the door

FlyingAway (Purple): YEL IF YOU CAN FIX THE DOOR I WILL OWE YOU FOREVER

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): what did he do to it

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I RIP[PED THE FUCKI NFDFJKSDLGSL

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): I SRDAHYKALKHSGJKD

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): ARE YOU GOOD?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Sec is currently cry-laughing and sobbing that he can’t type.

Music Man!! (Green): HE’S TRYING TO SAY HE R I P P E D T H E H I N G E

Ghost Puppet (Vic) uploaded an image!

[A very blurry photo of Sec lying on the ground, curled up laughing. His phone is lying on the floor next to him.]

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Green is torn between being in fight mode and helping

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): I’M HERE

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): THE DOOR IS ON THE FLOOR Y’ALL

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): I’m literally going to cry

#1SpiderFan (Dark): i can hear Sec shrieking from miles away holy-

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): im hsjkldghjks

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): calmr now

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): barely

#1SpiderFan (Dark): i’m almost there

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): GODS I FORGOT WHY WE WERE HERE

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): HJKhsddkah=hsdkghajkhkajhSHGKSDJHGJKJALHLSADGSADGHKJSDG

#1SpiderFan (Dark): WHAT’S UP FUCKERS

#1SpiderFan (Dark): wow that door really is gone huh

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Dark came in and Green just yelled “FIGHT ME!”, so I think we’re off to a good start.

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): SAASSAHGJKSDGHJKSDGH D ARK

Living Gun (Ballista): HEY SIGN DARK JUS TACKLED GREEN TO THE GR OU ND

Warning Sign (Sign): WHAT

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): WE;RE WITNESSIGN A WRESLTING MATHC

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): I rescued their phones.

Warning Sign (Sign): how are you so calm??

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): This is a normal activity for us at this point.

Warning Sign (Sign): I’m losing my MIND and I’m not even THERE

Living Gun (Ballista): I DON’T KNOW WHERE CHOSEN GOT POPCORN?? BUT I WANT SOME

The Avatar (Chosen): it’s sweet

Living Gun (Ballista): ew nevermind

Your elemental power is… G R E E N (Sec): Ballista I'M abt to fight U

Living Gun (Ballista): try me

Living Gun (Ballista): SAGH NTO LIKSE THAT

Warning Sign (Sign): What happened

Living Gun (Ballista): HHE TAKLRD ME

Warning Sign (Sign): THEY TACKLED YOU?

Living Gun (Ballista): YEAJK

RedstoneGalore (Yellow): HE JUST SAID “OK” AND HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLED BALLISTA?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Chosen gave me some of his popcorn. We are having an amazing time.

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): i got Sec and Ballista’s phones. they are also wrestling

Ghost Puppet (Vic): This is better than WWE.

The Avatar (Chosen): Vic do you watch wwe

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Occasionally! I find it entertaining to watch how good at acting the wrestlers are.

The Avatar (Chosen): oh you’re so valid

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Thank you! :)

Warning Sign (Sign): Is everyone else still fighting? Are you guys talking about WWE while two fights go on in front of you

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Yes.

The Avatar (Chosen): yup

NetherwartEater69 (Blue): oh no

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Blue, what was on Sec’s phone?

Ghost Puppet (Vic): Ah. Oh no.

Warning Sign (Sign): What happened???

The Avatar (Chosen): Blue: Sec, you just got a text from Dad.

The Avatar (Chosen): The entire room: Silence.

Warning Sign (Sign): Oh no

[acidsaladd]

incoming rant abt a possible ninjago atla au u have been warned

the gist of the au and what i have in me head is that lloyd is the next air avatar but for some reason the air nomads are skeptical/afraid of baby lloyd so misako takes lloyd and skidadles far away from the temple. because of this, lloyd grows up as a regular kid with no air benders around to teach him air bending And no knowledge that hes the avatar (and therefore that he can bend the other elements)

fast forward to when hes like 9?? 10? wu finds him, surprise ur actually the avatar its training time something something big spiritual evil that might be related to garm something something then wu Leaves and so the training bit falls onto the ninja. which. none of them is an airbender mind u and lloyd Still doesnt know airbending. so they teach him the other elements and Hope that he somehow learns air by proxy

i have a very small and not rlly thought out idea for what an equivalent of the aging tea could be but this is basically it in terms of bg and going forward its just ur usual avatar and ninja shenanigans

ok. now. i have a couple ideas for why the air nomads could be wary of lloyd. one is that they know garmadon is his dad and garm has been cursed by a Particularly Evil spirit and so they think evil dad equals evil son and they dont rlly wanna deal with that so they r like we must get rid of the child he will reincarnate either way its no biggie which,,, uhh yea lets not

the other one is that the nomads have discovered that lloyd is going to be the first avatar that is a direct decendant of the first ever avatar (the fsm) and so they want to like?? harness his power or smth idk.

(the only problem with these ideas is that it kinda relies ok the air nomads having kind of violent and evil solutions to problems so i stil. dont rlly know 😭)

the point is!! one way or another, misako starts seriously fearing for lloyds life and the fact that he might not ever have a choice over it as his own so she takes the baby and Runs.

[abt the fsm, raine lowkey gave me this idea entirely so shoutout raine hello but i was thinking that theres two of them. like. u have the FSM, the first ever avatar, all plwerful godly being. and then u have the dad, the f in fsm stands for Father, this guy is just wu and garms dad. i dint have much else thought out for him just. yea]

now. if i want to talk abt the possible aging tea equivalent i need to talk abt garm. soo augh idk abt garm but i think rhe gist of it is that hes been possessed/corrupted by a spirit bc of a deal he made or for messing with a spirit when he was researching things. the point is hes known as this being that brings chaos and stuff but then wu and misako reveal to lloyd like, thats ur dad actually, and misakos being researching ways to bring him back and lloyd stumbles on this research and decides (not so smartly) that if one qants their dad back one must do it himself so. he manages to contact the original spirit that garm annoyed

so they talk and the spirits like "well i Would give him back but he kinda made me lose my time and energy on him for like,, 4/5 years so unless u figure out a way to give me rhat time back i aint giving him to u" and lloyd goes bet take does from me no biggie

so then lloyd makes this deal not rlly knowing what hes doing and he goes back to the real world and suddenly he has a brand new dad and also abt two whole heads more in height woops

(this all happens post training arc starting so lloyd already knows the ninja and has been living with them for a while)

OK NINJA TIME

so ive been Rlly debating whether i should do the Usual thing and just stick em in the element rhat they have in the show. OR (and this is the idea im leaning more towards) i go with vibes. obviously the vibes are still informed and consider their element in the show

ok first kai and nya. i want them both to be fire nation buut idk if i should make them both firebenders or make them have their usual elements. i do wanna let nya be a waterbender, However since they do live in the fire nation (most likely in a more rural town far from the mainland) nya would be a waterbender that uses mostly firebending styles and techniques. i just have always found this type of mix and match they do with aang and zuko specifically SOO COOL i love it so im gifting that to nya

cole is an earthbender obvi. i havent rlly thought much abt cole bc i immediately decided he would stay an earthbender and didnt question him further.

NOW HEAR ME OUT HERE. i kinda rlly want to make jay earth kingdom and leave him as a non bender. why??? bc the Vibes man. i want to rlly focus on his engineering and tinkery side. i think he would still be rlly involved with bending and stuff and he tries to find different uses to bending outside of fighting. maybe him and cole are childhood friends and jay is always bugging cole to try some of his projects with coles bending.

and finally zane!! hes water tribe but i struggled to settle him on either tribe. i think the northern tribe could fit him in the future but i do think he's originally from the south. i feel like the south gives him more potential to be the specific brand of Peculiar that zane was in the beginning of the sbow. and since this is situated pre war, the southern water tribe would be bigger and better off than how we see them in atla so it would be cool to explore that

so im picturing him as the weird son of the local medic and whatever else dr julien gets up to . so maybe dr julien is teaching zane stuff and he gets Rlly Rlly good so they send him to a bigger settlement with better teachers and eventually he decides to leave the south pole to continue learning and stuff.

i do have ideas abt how wu gathers them together but ive ranted way too much so i will make another post on that if i remember to

[thatbitch151]

Hello and welcome to my Ao3 Wrapped for July!!!

Like always, first is Ratings!

1st: Explicit (red) with 56

2nd: Teen (yellow) with 42

3rd: Mature (orange) with 15

4th: General (green) with 10

And last: Not Rated (blue) with 4

Next, we have Fandoms!

1st: Boku no Hero Academia (green) with 89

2nd: Hazbin Hotel (dark orange) with 13

3rd: Five Nights at Freddy’s (light orange) with 10

4th: Avatar the Last Airbender (purple) with 6

5th: Teen Wolf (dark gray) with 4

6th: Subnautica (blue) with 3

7th: Slime Rancher (pink) with 2

Last: Mystic Messanger (light gray) with 1

Next, Warnings!

1st: N (blue) with 62

2nd: R (red) with 33

3rd: C (purple) with 27

4th: G (green) with 16

Last: U (yellow) with 9

Finally for July, Words!

1st: 31st with 341,455

2nd: 12th with 272,126

3rd: 15th with 214,393

4th: 3rd with 199,462

5th: 29th with 151,502

I read a total of 2,685,609 words of Ao3 this month!

For the updates for the whole year, first we have Ratings!

1st: Explicit (red) with 297

2nd: Teen (yellow) with 259

3rd: General (green) with 163

4th: Mature (orange) with 48

Last: Not Rated with 23

Next, Fandoms!

1st: Boku no Hero Academia (light green) with 452

2nd: Five Nights at Freddy’s (light orange) with 96

3rd: Avatar the Last Airbender (purple) with 61

4th: Fantasy High (olive green) with 36

5th: Hazbin Hotel (dark orange) with 34

6th: Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (black) with 29

7th: Miraculous Ladybug (pink) with 23

8th: Subnautica (light blue) with 11

9th: Teen Wolf (dark gray) with 10

10th: Undertale (red) with 8

11th: Fairy Tail (dark green) with 4

12th: Encanto (teal) with 3

Tied for 13th: Damsel (dark blue) and Slime Rancher (pink) with 2 each

Tied for last: Percy Jackson, Gravity Falls, Spider Man, Helluva Boss, and Mystic Messanger (all not visible) at 1 each

Finally, Words!

1st: February with 2,734,245

2nd: June with 2,690,177

3rd: July with 2,685,609

4th: May with 2,571,556

5th: January with 2,298,480

Last: March with 1,551,257

In total I have read 14,531,324 words of Ao3 fanfiction (I have far too much time on my hands apparently)

Thank you so much for reading, and I will be back next month!

[springbloomer]

Massive idea of what I wanna see how the brothers react to Mc pushing Mf Diavolo face into the cake on his birthday?

The Ultimate Cherry on Top

not me speedrunning Diavolo's birthday event 👀 Happy Birthday to the future king of the Devildom tho 🎉👑

it sucks to having to grind to advance the main story >:(

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

+Bonus reaction from Diavolo himself!!

honestly, the thought of pushing Diavolo's face into his own cake just cracked me up- I love the idea lilithram!!

Oh? It's the future king of Devildom's birthday, and you were in the mood to cause a little mischief... Would pushing Diavolo's entire face onto his own cake cross the line? But that was exactly the kind of trouble you wanted! Never mind the consequences, you just had to do it for the fun. Mwahahahahahahaa

Lucifer

Oh shoot, you gotta run for your life now-

Like, seriously, R U N

Sure, he was ultimately surprised by your actions, but that doesn't mean it stuns him in place

When he caught you in his grasp, he immediately suspected Mammon to be involved as well (luckily you convinced him that he wasn't-)

"What the hell MC???!!" You could only reply with a shrug and stick out your tongue

Because of your actions, you got a taste of what it's like to be hanged by Lucifer (Mammon got the opportunity to make fun of you while you whined about not attending the rest of the party)

Mammon

Dang, his human had the guts to do that??

He just laughed along with you (but secretly admired your mischief and bravery for doing something like that to the FUTURE KING of Devildom)

Big mistake....

He grabbed your hand and ran like crazy before Lucifer could snatch you and scold you for the next 2 hours

You guys got into his room and got in the car to be "extra" well hidden from the outraged Avatar of Pride

Once he knows that the coast was clear, he didn't realize how close you were to him (he's so flustered and backs away from you immediately)

"D-Dang MC, your little stunt won't easily slide when it comes to big ol' Lucifer!"

"I know" you reply and giggle at the thought of remembering Diavolo's reaction with the sudden frosting in his face

You adorable giggle nearly gave him a nosebleed

Leviathan

Would probably scream at the sight of Diavolo's face in a cake (because C'MON, you just did that to DIAVOLO THE FURTURE KING for FUN)

Stutters a ton of questions like why, why and just WHY IN THE DEVILDOM WOULD YOU DO THAT???

The poor boy's confused, and not even amused at all

He was, however, impressed with your bravery for doing such a thing despite knowing how Lucifer would completely bore you to death with his extremely long sermons

"MC y-you actually did that just for fun?!?!?! You totally remind me of that one character in blah blah blah.." He just continues to compare you to an anime character from [insert obnoxiously long name of anime] for the rest of the night

Satan

He's heavily amused and even chuckled at your little stunt

Surprised at first, but still found it funny

Bro, this guy absolutely loved the way Lucifer reacted to this (his definition of making his day is making Lucifer ultimately pissed/ angry)

"Hahaha! Look how Lucifer's face just burst with surprise!"

He'd never stop rubbing it in his brother's face about it all night, even after you got punished

He’d actually have to think about whether helping you get down from where you were currently hanged by Lucifer or not

But then again, the thought of you escaping punishment would piss his brother even more, so it was decided

The following day, Satan was in a really good mood the entire time (I wOnDeR wHy)

Asmodeus

“Oh MC you mischievous little human!”

He’s quite entertained by your cheeky little stunt and found that side of you really cute

However, if any frosting landed on any part of this demon, boy you gotta prepare for the drama you’re about to hear

Absolutely loved your boldness as well (and would go on and on about it cuz he loves to praise you, but not as much as praising his perfect skin)

If any frosting got any part of you, he wouldn’t hesitate to lick it clean for you (SIR EXCUSE ME-)

Beelzebub

He was ultimately surprised cuz there was no way he was expecting THAT to happen out of the blue

But, he’d laugh along with you because it was funny seeing Diavolo’s face full of cake

”I never thought you’d do something like that, MC!”

He feels sorry for you being hanged in the middle of the party because of what you did, so right after, he saved you half a slice of cake and a cupcake (the man tried so hard to resist eating the rest of it just for YOU, this guy I swear-)

The both of you would talk a lot about the stunt for the rest of the night while snacking on the leftovers from the party

Belphegor

He’s probably sleeping under the table while you pulled it off, but the sound of you running around and Lucifer chasing after you somehow woke him up

Beel told him what happened, and that made him actually chuckle a little

Right when Lucifer left you hanging, he’d come to you and probably tease you a little bit for being punished like that

But now that it seemed like a hassle for him to go back to the now loud party, he decided to sleep keep you company for the rest of the night

I wanna squeeze in a little fluffy moment where he helps you down and the both of you sleep on the floor :)

+Diavolo!!

The birthday boy could never have been more surprised when his face was shoved into his own birthday cake!

Shocked? A whole lot! But he wasn’t actually mad about it!

In fact, he found the whole thing pretty funny and amusing, as nobody has ever done that to him before

”Hahahhaha!! What a surprise, MC! You really never cease to amaze me!”

Too bad he couldn’t do anything about Lucifer’s punishment (he did actually try very hard to convince him that he didn’t have to hang you)

After the party, he visited you to complement on your stunt at his party and said that he looks forward to whatever else you have in store for him (he’s talking about other possible stunts you’d do to him in any ordinary day 😭)

[gaybananabread]

Hii! For the fruit shop, could you do lemon for ATLA? Maybe Sokka is being a brat and Aang, Toph, and Katara pin him and tickle him? Maybe have them use raspberries and focus on his belly button? Finally, since I hc that Katara sits on top of Sokka when tickling him because he HATES it, could u integrate that as well? Thanks!

Fruit(s): Lemon

Sure! I’m loving that I left room for hcs; the ones I’ve gotten so far are so fun and cute! These goobers need some more attention from me, especially Sokka. Thank you for requesting, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Sokka

Lers: Katara, Aang, Toph

Summary: Sokka is being more of a brat than usual. Katara decides to teach him a lesson, the others joining in to help.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“What? It’s not my fault I’m smarter than you.” 

Toph launched a rock at his head, making the boy yelp and duck. It was game night for the Gaang, trivia being their first segment. She could swear he was cheating; she just hadn’t figured out how he was doing it. Yet.

“I’ll show you smarter, you little-” Katara cut in before Aang’s innocence could be spoiled any further. “Oh-kay! Sokka, quit being you. Toph, watch what you say, even if he does deserve it.”

Aang just sighed, pulling the next trivia card. Sokka had been stirring trouble the whole night. “Uh, who was the oldest confirmed Avatar to have lived?” He had made most of the cards, that one included. Sokka looked down for a moment, twisting his sleeve before answering. “Avatar Kyoshi at 230, easy!”

At that moment, Toph growled and sent a pillar of stone for Sokka’s head. It narrowly missed him, his coat slipping off as he struggled to dodge it. There, written on his arm, were the answers to all the trivia questions. Oh, that little- “I KNEW IT! No way you could get all those questions right!”

Sokka just chuckled as his friends surrounded him, backing closer and closer towards the wall of the tent.. “Ehehe…uh, we can talk about this, right?” His back hit the cloth, the exit flap over behind his friends. “R-right…?”

The teen had been a brat the entire day. Not in his usual “I’m so funny” way, but in a “I’m arrogant and need to be taken down a peg” way. Cheating was the final straw, and his friends were more than happy to be the ones to bring him back to Earth.

Katara was the first to attack, lunging at him like she had so many times before. She tackled her brother to the floor of the tent, making sure his head hit his bed roll before pinning him. Sokka kicked and squirmed underneath her, hating how she got the upper hand. “Get off! C’mon, it was just a little advantage!”

Toph sent a pebble at his head, making him whine. “A little advantage?! You had all the trivia answers right in front of you! That’s blatant cheating!” 

She had a very fair point. Sokka, looking for any way out of his predicament. He tried calling out to Aang. “Aang! Y-you’re all about second chances, right? Help me out here!”

The Avatar just sighed, trying to keep his growing smile at bay. “Well, that’s normally true. But cheating at my trivia game? I think that deserves some punishment.” He squawked, trying twice as hard to get out of his sister’s hold. Toph chuckled, cracking her knuckles. “Katara, show him what happens to cheaters.”

Then something none of the kids, besides Sokka, were expecting. The boy squealed before bursting into loud, bubbly laughter. She was…tickling him? Toph groaned. “Awe, c’mon! Where’s the waterlogging? The ear-pulling? Literally anything besides this?!” 

Aang just chuckled, smiling as Katara tormented her brother. “I think it’s a much better alternative to violence. We don’t need to hurt each other every time something annoying happens.” 

The jerk in question was squirming, twisting, bucking and kicking to try and get Katara off him. She was barely even doing anything, but his pride was being stomped on and pulverized. “K-Kahataraha! I- Ihi’m gohonaha kihihill youhuuhu!”

She skittered her fingers across his navel, smiling down at him. “Maybe someone shouldn’t have been such a skunk-bat the whole day. You guys mind helping instead of bickering? It’s a lot more fun than it looks.”

The bubbly boy needed no further convincing. He knelt down by Sokka’s flailing arms, bending some stone to hold them in place above his head. “I gotta try this.” Smiling wide, Aang dug his fingers into Sokka’s hollows. The boy screeched, thrashing in the rocky restraints. “NAHAHAHO! YOUHUHU AHALL SUHUHUHUCK!”

That was enough out of him. Toph chuckled darkly, taking a seat on his shins. “It’s a sissy way of doing things, but fine; boomer-boy seems to hate it, so it’s good enough.” She dug into the undersides of his knees, letting her calloused fingers do most of the work. That did the trick. “GYAAAH! TOHOHPH NOHOHO!”

Aang felt a bit bad, easing up his touch to one finger per hollow. He didn’t wanna overwhelm his friend, though the two girls had no problems with it. Katara was feeling extra evil, slowly lifting the hem of Sokka’s shit up to his ribs. “Hmph. You gonna apologize?” 

He could’ve just said sorry right there and survived. Sokka, doing the obvious, smart thing? Nah, not his style. “G-GOHO CLEHEHEAN APPA’S TOHOHOES!” 

That was all Katara needed to be cruel. Taking a deep breath, she aimed for his navel and blew a raspberry straight on it. Sokka was gone.

“GHK- GAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHATAHRAHAHA!” Aang’s eyes widened as he saw Sokka’s crazed reaction. “Wow Sokka, I never knew you were so ticklish…”

The water tribe warrior would have yelled at him, but Katara blew another raspberry before he could get another word out. Sokka squealed and kicked, reminded of all the times Katara had done the same thing in their youth. Be it in retaliation to something, or just to cheer him up, his sister could always get him laughing. 

“Ohokay. As much as I’m enjoying the show, we can’t kill the dork. I think he’s learned his lesson.” Backing up the earthbender, Sokka forced out an apology. “IHIHI’M SAHAHAHORRY!” 

She sighed, pulling his shirt back down. “Fiiiine. You guys are no fun.” She climbed off of her brother, patting his chest. He groaned and kicked at her, curling into himself as he giggled the phantom sensations away. “See? Perfectly fine.”

His friends chuckled, Toph releasing his arms from the stone cuffs. “Welp, I’m entertained. I think we should add “Tickle the Life Outta Sokka” to game night. Makes things way more fun.” 

“G-glahad you’re all hahaving fun with my misery.” Sokka apparently still had the energy to sass them, though it was clear his extra brattiness was gone. Aang nudged his side, making the warrior slip into his sleeping bag. “I’m going to bed, ya buncha jerks.” 

“Love you too, Sokka. Night.” Katara chuckled, bending a bit of water into his cup before turning back to the others. Game night continued, though they did keep things down for the grumpy fighter’s sake. Sokka turned away from them, his sleeping bag closed up to his mouth. Toph just smirked, knowing that underneath it was a small, happy smile.

[beezusvreeland]

a very good idea - chapter 1

summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader

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Chapter 1

Everybody was looking at you. You were sure of it. As you walked to your locker monday morning, you started feeling dizzy as you felt several eyes full of pity focusing on you. You hated it. If it wasn’t for the english test in the second period, you would’ve already faked a disease in order to go home. 

Headphones playing “skinny dipping” by Sabrina Carpenter in your ears, you finally reached your locker. Usually Jessica would be waiting for you there, so you could walk to class together. Even though you loved her with your whole heart, you felt relieved. She knew you too well and although she would absolutely give you time and space if you needed it, you wouldn’t be able to pretend you were fine. Not with her.

Books in hand, you closed your locker and started walking toward history class. The hallways were almost empty at this point, which you were almost grateful for. The feeling went away instantly when you got closer to the classroom. You froze. Harry was leaning his back on the wall next to the door, looking at the screen of his phone, his other hand holding a box of chocolates.

As if sensing your presence, he looked up, his expression going from indifference to something that tried to be, but wasn’t quite sorrow. You wanted to disappear. You knew you would run into your ex some time during the day, but not so soon, he was always late to class. Always.

He took a few steps and got closer to you and said your name. It was like everything was happening in slow motion, you felt a jolt in your heart until the events of saturday started coming back to you. 

***

There was a party at Peter B.’s house. His aunt and uncle won a vacation to Miami in a radio contest and would be out of town for a week. You knew it because Peter told you himself when he invited you and Harry. Peter was nice and funny and you wished he and Harry were as close as they used to be. They were childhood friends, but when high school came around, Harry started walking with a different crowd and eventually Peter made new friends of his own.

Still, Peter B. never stopped trying to keep in touch with Harry, even if the effort was one sided. You felt so bad when Harry seemed uninterested in Peter’s stories or completely ignored his friend. When you started noticing that, you tried to compensate for your ex’s behavior, going out of your way to be kind and pay attention to Peter. 

Which was not hard at all, the kid had a heart of gold. He was one of the few who could circulate between all groups at school and have friends in all of them, from Mary Jane Watson in the theater department to kids like Miles Morales and Miguel O’Hara, who he was always with. 

It was your niece’s 3rd birthday on saturday night, so Harry went to Peter’s by himself and you were supposed to meet him later. Except, when you got there, everything was pure chaos. You took your phone out of your purse to text Harry and Jess, realizing it had been in airplane mode for some reason. Once you deactivated it, several notifications popped up, from texts to social media tags. Feeling uneasy, you searched for your chat with Harry first. Nothing new since you texted him a few hours before. You then clicked on Jessica’s avatar.

J: I’m here babe let me know when you arrive

J: where r u?? 

J: come already that chick gwen is gonna dj soon

she is always goooood

J: call me when you can

J: pick uppp please

J: u still at home? don’t think it’s a good idea for u to come here

You: i’m here 

You: jess whats happened

You: people are looking at me funny 

J: meet me in the kitchen

“Harry was making out with a random girl”, Jess told you, holding your hands on hers. “He didn’t even try to hide it, they were in the garden, a lot of people saw them.”

You open your mouth, but the words failed to come out. Just an hour before you were trying on outfits, trying to decide which one your boyfriend would like more on you, and then this. Jess held your hands tighter. 

“I’m so sorry, honey”, she said. “You deserve so much better than this…”

The two of you turned your heads, there were sounds of screams and things falling and breaking. 

“No no no no no, please stop, guys, please”, you heard Peter B. pleading. Your heart tugged at his desperation. 

People were joining the crowd, you and Jess followed. “What’s going on?”, she asked a guy next to them. “I think Osborn harassed the guy’s girlfriend or something”, he answered.

Standing on the tip of your toes, you saw Harry stumbling, clearly drunk or high, probably both, trying not to fall. “Fuck you, man, who do you think you are?”, he screamed at someone.

When you look at the other side, you couldn’t believe it. Of all people to fight with, Harry just had to mess with Miguel O’Hara, arguably the strongest guy from school. You met him in middle school and have taken several classes with him since. Miguel was known for keeping it to himself, but managed to have some close friends, like Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown and Peter himself. He wasn’t anything like Harry and the other rich kids. Miguel would wear hoodies and basketball shirts, he was disorganized, always borrowing your pens during class, and every now and then would get in trouble. 

But fighting? It didn’t seem like his thing, in spite of his size and strength. He was staring at Harry, looking more serious than ever. 

“Huh? You think you are all that, motherfucker?”, Harry continued. 

“Oh, honey”, Jess looked at you, worried. Her hand wiped away a few tears from your face. You didn’t even realize you were crying. Since you arrived at that house, your life turned into a nightmare sequence. “That’s it, we’re leaving.”

As she put her arm around your shoulders, the same guy who told Jess what the fight was about screamed: “Yo, Osborn, you coward! Making your girl cry!”. 

More sounds from the crowd, your head spinning, heart breaking, you were feeling the tears now, they brought sobs too, how was that your life, why couldn’t you just wake up. Your eyes looked for Harry, he was steady, going in Miguel's direction. You looked at the latter. He was looking at you. His brown eyes wide, a crease on his forehead, mouth half parted. Somewhere in your head, you wondered if Harry had been able to hit him before you and Jess arrived. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

Then a fist hit his face. Harry’s fist. 

Peter, Hobie and a couple of other guys held Harry, and the crowd started screaming, Jess pulled you back to the kitchen, in the direction of the back door entrance. 

You heard the music stopping and a voice, who sounded like Miles, on the microphone. “The party is over! Time to leave”, he said. People started booing him. “Y’all know my dad is a cop, right? Let’s give him a call, shall we?”

***

Harry got closer to you. Suddenly, his hand was on your cheek. 

“Honey…”, he whispered.

How could a gesture you used to love trigger the alarms in your head? Instinctively, you took a step back. 

“Harry.”

“No, hun, come on…”

“Harry.”

“Is this about the fight? If it is, you should k…”

“Harry, just listen, ok?”, you had planned so many scenarios in your head, yet, this was just coming to you naturally. “I know you cheated on me with a freshman.”

“Who told you that? It’s a bunch of l…”

“Jessica saw it. So many people saw it. Strangers were sending me pictures and videos of my boyfriend with someone else.”

“Honey…It wasn’t like that, I wasn’t thinking…”

“So, if I’m not right by your side, it’s like I don’t exist, right? You can do whatever you want”, you took a long breath. You were really doing this: “It’s over”.

“What do you mean it’s over? You’re giving up, just like this?”

“You gave me up when you kissed someone”, you let a sad chuckle out. “Not to mention the fight…I just can’t.”

“So you’re really ending this?”

“Yes.”

“You know there is no turning back, right?”, Harry had his hands on his hips, which, knowing him, meant he was pissed off. 

You nodded.

“Well, I hope you really thought this through because no one is going to accept dealing with all your bullshit like I do.”

“My bullshit?”, you gasped.

“Anxiety, depression, all that bullshit”, he pointed at you. “The whole good girl act…only I know what you are really like. No one is going to want you.”

You just looked at him. You felt sad, confused and so angry. Because, although you knew it was a provocation, he did mention your worst fears. Being too much, ending up alone, unloved — you had been there. 

What Harry didn’t consider is that you might have your insecurities, but you are also competitive and have a lot of pride. If hurting is what he wants, two can play this game. So you just stare at him with your arms crossed. 

“Ms, class has already started”, your history teacher, Mr. Bloom, opened the classroom’s door and called you. He must have sensed there was something wrong, you have always been an A+ student and a great kid. The truth is you didn’t even realize how much time had passed.

“Yes, sir”, you walked around Harry and entered the classroom.

***

You arrived right on time for english class. Entering the room after a few classmates, you noticed the teacher, Mrs. White, was standing up, talking quietly with a student. She had a motherly aura, like she is irritated, but worried most of all. 

“I’m sorry, but if you don’t apply yourself and get better grades, I can’t help you”, she said. 

“I just don’t get it”, the student said. “Numbers…they come so easy to me, words, not so much.”

“We’re going to figure this out. Now go sit.”

Already at your desk, you saw when he turned. Miguel O’Hara. His cheek was a little swollen with a purple mark, a small token of Harry’s actions. You looked at him, but he did not look back at you, staring ahead and sitting in the back. 

Then it dawned on you. An idea. A very good one.

>> chapter 2

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a very good idea soundtrack

[dirtyoldmanhole]

today in "krad continues to be very normal about gunter fire emblem" i hyper-analyze 3H's teatime preferences to divine up gunter's favorite teas and a few other fun facts ~ :D

so, context:

in Three Houses (FE16), there's a teatime minigame where your avatar drinks tea with selected characters, and try to guess their favorites / favorite conversational topics / etc for bonding points. FE's pretty big on character archetypes across the games (nabarls, jeigans, etc); while it's never a 1:1 as the series does like to subvert the stories and character arcs in some fun ways, you can generally trace a pretty direct line across them a la 'wow innes and shinon sure share more than a few surface-level similarities' and 'man OG!Jeigan, Gunter, and Marcus are cut out of the same cloth at least appearance wise huh'.

tl;dr -- it's easier than you'd think to pick a few 3H characters that echo gunter's archetype/arcs.

since i've played through 3H a few times, the three characters i figured gunter would share at least a higher-than-background-average similarity in archetypes + taste were:

Hubert - loyal advisor that does the dirty work behind the scenes in black to a charismatic royal. definitely holds a not-entirely platonic flame for said princess who had a Fucked Up past. has a tendency to be the disciplinarian for the others. (also both characters are hellaciously kinky bastards but that's just me)

Jeritza - strict instructor turned surprise(!) villain yandere paladin with a more complex backstory than you'd think. even has the black armor in his alter ego, and dislikes talking to others / prefers being alone. (seriously does that sound familiar or what.)

Hanneman - older (ie, definitely over his sixties versus all of the other babies in age) classic jeigan archetype and another instructor, kind but keeps to himself as well.

I could see people debating Hanneman vs Gilbert on technicalities but whatever, this is my post, I'm sticking to this list. :P

so, next step! looking at serenesforest.net's teatime preferences chart, we find out the favorite teas of the previous characters are (common teas in bold) ...

Hubert - Dagda Fruit Blend, Cinnamon Blend

Jeritza - Albinean Berry Blend, Southern Fruit Blend, Honeyed-Fruit Blend, Sweet-Apple Blend

Hanneman - Bergamot, Sweet-Apple Blend, Honeyed-Fruit Blend, Cinnamon Blend

... and surprisingly, there was a very high level of crossover! :o holy shit i was kind of not expecting that lmao. I checked a few of the other characters just to make sure it wasn't the same 5 teas over and over again, and no, these were pretty rare. that to me, reinforces that hunch that says looking into these patterns was worth it.

therefore, it is in my very humble opinion that (in 3H's style), Gunter's favorite teas would be generally the fruitier-sweet flavored ones, plus cinnamon.

subjectively?

fucking hell i love this so much. omg.

it makes so much sense in hindsight; i mentioned before how FE has a lot of fun playing with the archetypes/subversions, and there's something kind of hilariously adorable about the old strict "traditional" masculine dude fucking loving his fruity teas :D;;

gunter's already (ime) an interesting case of wildly subverting his archetype expectations so this is just yet another fun super-stealth easter egg nod.

to that note---you know what that reminds me of? this meme (below) of the bodyguard and the chick swapping drinks so he can have the fruity one and she can have the beer. :D

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absolutely hilarious fun bonus fact in hindsight:

i almost had this as a scene in the gunter x fcorrin slowburn fic a while back, (yes, seriously, even before this post) but it ultimately got cut out for being ever so slightly gimmicky/meme-y in tone versus the rest of the fic which is played more seriously.

... this would make for an A+ drawing shitpost or a standalone fic tho. :D

no i'm not secretly smug af my instincts were on fireeeee why r u asking lolololol

/fin!