not sure this counts as smut?? but very explicit (mdni)
steph held you tightly against her, keeping you as close as possible while her tongue slid against yours. you sat on her lap, cheeks burning, her lipgloss smeared all over your face and her hands very intently exploring your body, bottle of wine long forgotten on the living room table. it wasn’t really an exceptional occurrence, a few glasses in and you suddenly couldn’t keep your hands off each other, that’s how it always went, but she’d never mention any of it to you the next day, as if nothing had happened at all, or as if it was a completely regular activity to be doing with your best friend.
she kissed you hard, getting sloppier as the minutes went by. you were both long out of breath but you just couldn’t keep away from each other, every once in a while parting for just a few seconds, panting against each other’s lips, before diving back in.
your hips occasionally rocked against hers and she groped your ass to keep you pressed closer to her, despite the layers of fabric between you two. you moaned into her mouth and she let out a pleased hum at your reaction. you were desperate for more friction, wishing there were no clothes keeping you apart. it was all you’d been thinking about for the last few minutes, to be able to feel her skin to skin, finally ridding of all garments to have her clit rubbing against yours and her folds sliding in between your own. just the thought made that knot you were feeling deep in your core tighten, heat pooling low in your belly, but that would be weird, she was still your friend.
you arched your back in an attempt to get a better angle, hoping to get off from this alone, but a sigh of pleasure left your lips as you felt steph’s chest pressing harder against yours. you loved the feeling of her boobs on yours, and, as your arms tightened around her neck to keep her even closer, you were once again hoping you’d just ditch the clothes.
steph’s hand moved up your waist and immediately snaked underneath your shirt, as if she’d just read your mind. her warm fingers slowly traveled up your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their way, before they landed on your breast. she squeezed once and you bit her lip in response, before quickly separating from her to finally remove your top, and the look she gave you once she could finally see you properly did nothing to help the aching sensation on your clit.
she hesitated a moment before grabbing your tits in her hands, squeezing and kneading the plush skin, experimentally flicking your nipples with her thumbs, but as much as you loved her hands felt on you, you were desperate for something else. suddenly feeling bold, your hands moved to pull at the neckline of her tank top to finally free her boobs and your mouth practically watered, the sight alone once again sending that familiar tingling sensation to your core. she wasn’t wearing a bra, she usually didn’t, leaving you a better access in this occasion.
you loved stephanie’s boobs. you’d seen them before, not necessarily in a sexual context, she just didn’t mind being topless or changing clothes in front of you, but you’d never allowed yourself to actually look, since you weren’t a creep, and now that you finally had them in front of you all you wanted to do was bury your face between them and stay there forever. you squeezed them together using both of your hands, while steph expectantly watched the mesmerized look you were giving her, and you finally allowed yourself to dive into them, getting just a taste of the feeling of your best friends tits pressed against your face before sliding your tongue to her nipple, swirling around it just once to then suck on it. you’d do this for your own pleasure only, but the pretty sound you heard escaping from steph’s lips made the experience much more fulfilling. you spent a few more seconds latched onto her before letting go with a wet ‘pop’ and kissing your way back up to her lips, resuming the heated kiss you were sharing.
your chest pressed against hers once again, this once with no clothing barrier between the two of you. your breasts were squeezed flat against hers, and the feeling of her nipples sliding with yours with every heave of your chests, now wet from your own saliva, was so much better than whatever you’d imagined before. you felt like a perv for wishing you could ride those boobs, getting wetter only by the mental image of those peaks dragging on your clit with every grind of your hips on her chest, but maybe it was stephanie’s fault for starting this in the first place. you were just hoping she’d stop playing with you someday.
࿐ synposis ⦂ when damian wayne quietly dismantles himself trying to be the person he thinks you want. you find yourself drifting from a stranger wearing his face until the real him finally returns for answers.
꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ reader x platonic!jason todd, wayne manor setting, established relationship, emotional miscommunication and withdrawal, mild angst, fear of abandonment, soft solution at the end.
masterlist . . . . . ↷
the very thing about damian wayne was that he never tried to be anything other than exactly what he was. that was one out of a million, in regards to what you had loved most about him... though, past tense felt wrong. you weren't sure when you had started thinking in past tense.
back then, it was a small notice, that you almost missed it three weeks ago.
you had been sitting across from him in the manor's sitting room, venting. the little details didn't matter now... but, it was something about a friend group falling out, the usual social wreck of being a teen, just like him. damian had been listening with his arms crossed and his jaw crushed, tight, like it was the only way for your words to come through.
...and then you said something... something you hadn't even meant in the slightest as an offhand throwaway, in the moment... 'bout how sometimes you wished he'd just agree with you instead of immediately trying to argue a counterargument.
you soon moved on, changed the talking subject and forgot about it by the time alfred came in, with tea.
well, damian hadn't forgotten.
the first sign came unannounced. thrown at you as something for you to rationalise... quite in between, damian stopped pushing back.
you spoke your casual comments at dinner, in the manor. his whole family was there, a different kind of chaos in itself. you trailed on to share with the table, about a documentary you both watched, together. you had gotten a detail wrong, knowing you had even as you said it... your mouth spilling out before your brain could catch up.
you waited for that favoured voice. for damian to correct you before you could even finish your sentence. just a simple, that's factually inaccurate, the study you're likely referencing shows the exact opposite, in his insufferable delivery. after months of dating, you got used to it; his way of soundlessly saying, I'm paying attention to everything you say.
now, you couldn't even bring yourself to react, when all he did was nod, once, like you were... right?! you stared him down shockingly, and he kept his gaze to his plate.
dick, seated two chairs down, had glanced between the two of you like he knew something... you left it at that, by choosing to not say anything, but carry on with dinner.
again, it happened, four days later.
you and damian were in the manor library, focused on completing homework, in either conversation or the comfortable silence you'd built together over the better part of a year. his knee was pressed to yours. his annotated copies were open on the table in front of him but he was yet to turn a page.
you brought something up. a plan for the weekend... something small, like a farmer's market in the city you'd been wanting to drag him to. in order for that to happen, damian needed to tolerate crowds and enthusiasm, neither of which were his strong suits.
"that sounds fine," he said. you lowered your pencil.
fine. damian wayne didn't say fine. damian wayne would have said, that's a forty minute drive for something we could visit locally or I fail to see the appeal or... on his better days, if you want to go, we'll go, tenderly choosing you over his judgement.
fine was a nothing word, one he used when he didn't care enough to have an opinion.
"alright," you dragged the word out, suspicious.
"Is there a problem?"
"no." you snatched your pencil back up. "... no problem at all."
after that, you had no clue what changed and why it felt so wrong to be around him in that instant, you simply found yourself reading the same paragraph over and over without absorbing any of it.
by the end of the second week, you knew something was definitely wrong. he was agreeable to every little thing you said or did, leaving his challenging nature behind.
he was doing everything for you, like you weren't capable; which the real damian would have never treated you anything lesser. he was asking your opinion on every little thing, like he wasn't capable of thinking on his own... laughing at things that weren't quite funny enough to earn it, and so on.
he looked like himself from a distance, but felt, up close, like a two dimensional photograph.
... and the worst part was that you had no idea what you meant. when you tried to pin down the feeling, it melted, 'cause with example, he was being a good boyfriend. so attentive, and doing everything you told him to do, without questioning, like a mindless minion.
and yet you found yourself, without really deciding to, spending less time in the rooms he was in.
you spoke to yourself, saying it wasn't intentional. you had homework. you had a call with your mother. you were tired. each reason was true enough to go by.
jason todd noticed before anyone said anything.
he caught you in the kitchen on a wednesday, pouring out a drink you didn't particularly need.
"you and damian have a fight, no?" he asked.
"no." you amended.
"huh." he looked unconvinced. "he's been weird."
"damian's always weird, there's no one like him."
"different weird." jason took a sip of his freshly made drink. "like... trying weird. you know better than anyone, how he gets when he's trying to prove something?"
you always knew, really well, matter of fact. you'd seen it in his training, in his interactions with bruce, in his determination to come out ahead. your relentless, grinding, pride-driven boy was just so...
"I don't know what he'd be trying to prove to me," you said.
"sure," jason gave you a long, hard look. "I want you to know I'm not getting involved,"
"great," you said. "I so believe you right now..."
"but just to let you know... whatever he's doing, he's doing it because he's scared. which is a new experience for him, so he's handling it with all the grace you'd expect."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"you sure you didn't say anything, a few weeks ago. I wasn't there, but I'm trying to piece it together with what dick told me. but damian took it seriously and now he's..." jason paused, choosing his words. "... overcorrecting."
"I didn't ask him to change."
"I know that. my brother doesn't." he ended with, pushing off the counter to leave alone with your thoughts. "I'm not involved..."
the drift was now impossible to ignore by day sixteen.
you ate dinner in the kitchen instead of with his family twice. you shut down his offer, when damian appeared at the library's door. you answered his texts, one-worded.
...and, well the newly, sanded down damian had accepted each of your draw backs with patience... so unlike him it made your chest hurt.
the real damian would have said something by now; would have shown up at whatever room you were in and planted himself in front of you, demanding to know what was happening between you. he would have been so annoying about it, that he couldn't even go on with his day, without knowing if what you had was okay... oh, the real him would have been too much.
you really missed his version of too much.
damian seeked you out on a sunday, finally.
you were in your room... gradually a gifted room at the manor somewhere around the six-month mark of your relationship... and you were sat cross-legged on the bed with your headphones on, flipping through the sketch book he left behind.
all that historically meaning I am unavailable in every language spoken in the wayne manor. he knocked away…
you pulled one side of the headphones off. "yeah?"
opening the door, he stood in the frame. in civilian clothes, his hair was slightly disheveled for you to notice he had been in the training room. but most of all, he was glaring at you with an expression you hadn't seen in two weeks… very, very tired and frustrated.
"I need you to tell me what I've done," he said.
the real version of him with its demand was back… the refusal to approach anything sideways.
you set the sketchbook aside. "you haven't done anything."
"you’ve really proved that to be false, these past days." he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "you've been avoiding me for over two weeks. I've attempted every approach I can think of and each one..." he stopped, brows frowning. "you keep retreating. and I can't..." another stop, too much emotion within for him. "I need to understand what I've done wrong."
"I said you haven't done anything wrong."
"then why does it feel like I'm losing you?"
the question landed hard in its vulnerability. then somewhere inside you finally found words. "because I don't know who I'm losing," you said. "that's the problem. I don't recognize you right now."
he went very rigid. "... explain."
"you've been ..." you struggled for it. "you've been agreeable, dami. you nodded when I said something wrong at dinner. you called my farmer's market plan fine. you've been laughing at things that aren't funny and you keep... you keep asking my opinion on things you'd normally just decide and then do, 'cause that's who you are, and I don't..." your voice cracked slightly on the last word, but you pressed forward through it. "I don't want that. I never asked for that."
his face moved. "you said you wanted me to agree with you more. several weeks ago. you said..."
"I said it once when I was frustrated and I didn't mean it as a permanent character flaw," your words came faster now. "I was venting. I say things when I vent, damian, and I didn't need you to go away and restructure yourself based on one thing i said in the heat of the moment. I need you to be… I need you to be you. the actual you. who argues with me and corrects me when I'm wrong and has opinions that can’t be changed and sometimes makes me want to throw something because you're so frustratingly certain about everything…"
"so you’re telling me," he began, "that you've been pulling away from me because I was attempting to accommodate you."
"well, the person I was trying to accommodate looked wrong, so maybe," you said. "I didn't know why it felt wrong, I just knew it did, and then jason said…"
"jason," damian repeated, his expression shifted and that's when you knew a promised a future conversation with his brother was about to happen.
"don't. he helped." you tucked your knees up. "dami. I don't want you to be less of what you are. I want… " you struggled. "I started dating you because you're the most infuriating and genuinely yourself person I've ever met. you've never performed anything. you don't know how to perform anything. that's…" your voice went soft. "that's rare. do you understand how rare that is?"
"I only…" damian started. "I was concerned that I was…" his lips twisted, thinking. "you’re the only person outside of this family whose opinion of me I have been consistently unable to stay indifferent to. I thought…"
"you thought I wanted you softer."
"I thought I was too much," he said, making your chest ache.
"you're never too much," you replied. "you're just, exactly the right amount of too much."
"that doesn't even make sense."
"there you are…"
damian padded across the room and sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that your knee kissed against his hip.
"I shouldn’t have assumed based on incomplete information. It was… " a brief, visible struggle for the right word. "… foolish."
"It was really unlike you," you agreed.
"I was… scared," was clearly not a word that came naturally from him. "I didn't want to lose you."
"I know." you reached over and took his hand. he allowed it, these small casual claims. "but if I were to ever leave, I'll tell you directly. I'm not a drift-away person."
"you were drifting."
"I was confused. there's a difference." you leaned sideways until your shoulder found his. "and now I'm not."
silence… and then, "the farmer's market plan was objectively never going to work out."
"I know."
"forty three minutes of driving for something that…"
"damian."
"… that could be found in an area, near the manor..."
"damian." you tilted your head to look at him. he was looking back, admiring what he had. "thank you."
he didn't ask what for, he just understood. "don't mention it," his thumb traced once across your knuckles, absentminded.
"next time," he whispered, "tell me sooner."
"next time," you corrected, "don't try to be someone you're not."
"agreed," damian answered to you, and it sounded nothing like fine, but like himself.
adult toph beifong x earthbender!reader
warnings: 18+ angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff
summary: toph took her job as your trainer very seriously, but when she pushed you to the brink, you realized you had finally had enough.
read part 1. first
it had been days since you and toph last spoke. days since you last put your foot down and ended things for good.
toph, as stubborn as always, thought it was just another one of your “moods” where you would be upset with her, grow distant, and then you two would come back to each other like nothing happened. but as the days grew longer and quieter, toph missed you.
fuck, did she miss you. she would never admit it out loud—too prideful to do so—but she would find herself thinking about you so often that it would consume her. she was constantly distracted with thoughts of you.
what were you doing without her?
were you talking to someone else?
who was training you now that you had cut her off?
toph was never one to extend the olive branch first when it came to fights like these—that was until she was training one day, got too distracted thinking about you, and let a flying boulder hit her right in the gut.
she couldn’t handle this anymore.
she couldn’t go another day without you.
she couldn’t go another day with you thinking those things about her—that she didn’t care about you, that she didn’t love you, or that she only treated you like a burden or a weak disciple.
toph pulled up to your house with a jumble of words in her mind. how was she even going to apologize?
i’m sorry for treating you like trash.
i love you, i really do—i just don’t know how to say it. that’s just how i am!
i’m sorry i even showed up here, empty handed at that.
she waited and waited at your front steps, but there was no answer. she assumed you weren’t home. with a defeated sigh, she turned and was just about to walk away until she heard the soft, gentle waves of the earth moving near your back gardens. it was a vibration and a sound she would never forget.
earthbending. you were earthbending.
toph followed the sounds to your backyard and slowly, quietly, pushed the gate open.
you were on your knees on the pavement, your hands so gentle as they waved through the air. it wasn’t the fighting, aggressive style of earthbending that toph taught you. no. you were gently bending the earth—weaving roots through the soil and sprouting flowers. the petals started to bloom, and the scent of them hit toph’s nose.
you didn’t even notice she had snuck in until she spoke up.
“earthbending flowers, are you?”
you flinched, snapping your head toward the sound. “t-toph? what are you doing here?” you asked defensively.
toph sighed, running a hand through her hair as she approached you. she knelt by your side.
“i just wanted to say that i’m…” she swallowed hard. “about our training—how i pushed you so hard… i…”
she looked down and started playing with a piece of thread on her green pants. she was always terrible with apologies, but you listened to her anyway.
“i just couldn’t go another day knowing that you thought i didn’t love you,” she confessed. “i love you. i really do. god, i love you so fucking much it hurts. i love you and i… i just do a piss poor job of showing it, but even then, that’s not an excuse.”
toph sighed, staring blankly just a few inches away from the flowers you were growing.
“i’m sorry,” she finally admitted, her voice broken and quiet. “i’m so sorry.”
for a moment, neither of you said anything.
toph was suffocating in the silence.
she was waiting for you to yell at her—to scream, to tell her to kick rocks and get lost. but you didn’t. she followed the trace of your breathing, trying to gauge how you were really feeling, but she got nothing.
instead, you gently grabbed her hand. she immediately stiffened, but you guided her toward the flower you were growing.
“they’re right here,” you murmured gently. “the flowers.”
toph felt like she could cry.
“i know i’m not the strongest fighter. but that doesn’t mean i can’t use my powers for other things, right?”
you picked the flower you grew and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, tucking the bloom into place.
“look at that. you look beautiful,” you smiled. “i wish you could see yourself.”
fuck.
even after how terribly she had treated you—how she kept throwing rock after rock at you—your hands were still so gentle and soft. you were the kind, softhearted person she loved, and you still loved her.
“goddamnit,” she muttered, blinking rapidly and scrunching her face to try and will away the tears.
her heart felt too big for her chest. with a gentle hand, she used her earthbending to weave a sprout through the soil, spawning a white lily. with her face flustered and red, she snatched the stem from the ground and grabbed your wrist.
you gasped softly at her sudden movement. she was so embarrassed by the gesture that she had to finish it quickly. with your pulse thumping softly against her fingers, she tied the stem around your wrist, gifting you with a flower bracelet.
“there,” toph mumbled, keeping her tomato shaded head down. “now we’re matching.”
you blinked and couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. toph’s face only burned hotter.
“…w-will you take me back, then?” she mumbled. “do you.. forgive me?”
she tried to sound tough, but deep down, she was absolutely terrified of rejection.
“yes, toph,” you smiled, adjusting the bracelet. she had tied it with the flower facing the wrong way—but you couldn’t fault her for that.
you're sure you've never been this nervous before, your heart might just beat its way out of your chest, and you don't even know if it's because of the beautiful girl straddling your lap or what you're letting her do to you.
from how close she is to your face, she can definitely see the faint blush adorning your cheeks all thanks to her, maybe even feel the heat radiating off of them. she can probably hear the loud thumping of your heart against your chest, too, if she pays enough attention. notice the way your teeth cling to your lower lip in nervousness and how your tongue peeks out every once in a while to wet them too.
but, luckily for you, she isn't. she's too focused on the task she's assigned herself. even if she wasn't, if she took just one second to look away from the front pieces of your hair and to your face instead, she might just think that you're feeling anxious over letting her make decisions about your appearance —a probably much more valid reason—, and not because of the warmth of her fingers as she very gently holds your face into place with her hand, how carefully they comb through the strands of your hair that she's been trying to separate, how cute the concentrated look on her face is while she does so, and that fluttery sensation you keep feeling deep in your belly, so consistent that it's become uncomfortable a while ago.
the moment you told her you were feeling bored with your look, she jumped at the opportunity to help you, too excited to do whatever she wanted to you (at least in her mind, you were not giving her that much freedom), but you still cannot understand why she insisted so much on having to sit on your lap while doing so. now you're feeling too awkward, her proximity is making you feel dizzy already and you don't know what to do with your hands, that could very easily be holding her by her waist, her hips, her thighs, maybe even pull her closer to you.
"what, do you not trust me?" steph asks you while moving the piece of her she's been holding in her hair to the side to finally meet your eyes again. you feel like dying once your gaze locks on hers.
"i don't trust your hairdressing skills." you mumble in your best attempt to sound normal, but you already know the colour of your cheeks must be betraying you.
steph looks at you for one second and chuckles to herself, thinking you look adorable with that worried look on your face. "come on, i'm actually good. i cut my own bangs all the time!"
you're not sure that's reason enough to trust her, but before you can protest you feel her leaning into your face and freeze on the spot. you think the way your entire body reacts to the one small kiss she gives you is probably embarrassing, but she only finds it endearing.
"i promise it'll be worth it. you'll look even prettier than you do now, and if you don't think think you do i'll have to make it up to you."
she winks at you and, for a moment, you really wish you don't.
sokka x reader (gn!reader [fem. leaning]) [getting together, mild crack, fluff, jealousy, confessions, first kiss]
summary: you and sokka are both very affectionate people, and there isn't anything wrong with that. a conversation with aang shifts your perspective, and for some reason, you think avoiding sokka will do wonders for your relationship. spoiler alert: it doesn't.
warnings: probably some fem!terms, jealousy, mild arguments, reader avoiding sokka, tame sexual joke(s), maybe ooc (i haven't written for avatar in a LONG while), reader is fucking stupid, oblivious reader, misunderstandings, maybe spelling errors, second person
word count: 7.6k (yo..flip that around....)
note: i've always been a sokka girl.. HE'S SO BAD i haven't watched the movie i'm waiting for actual release but oughhh ignore any canon inconsistencies because of that i wrote this in likeee one day i love him i am working on my other fics i swear ALSO i will take requests for avatar...... just make sure to check over the rules okay enjoy baiii
Yours and Sokka’s relationship was platonic.
Very platonic. As platonic as it could possibly get. So platonic, in fact, that you had never even thought of dating him or anything silly like that.
(Well. Maybe that last part was kind of a lie. But it had only been once or twice, back when you were stupid teens trying to figure out how to save the world.)
You, personally, thought that it was obvious.
Apparently, it wasn’t.
“I’m pooped.” Sokka sighs loudly, leaning heavily on your back as he peers over to glance down at Toph, who stood before you, crossing her arms.
“What distinguished vocabulary you possess.” You reply, smiling lightly as you reach up and pat blindly at his arm.
“Thanks. I try.”
“Oh, I can tell.”
“Can you?”
“Of course.”
He hums happily. “I appreciate it.”
Toph clears her throat loudly. You turn your attention back to her quickly, an apologetic tone in your voice.
“Sorry, Toph. What were we talking about?”
“Nothing important.” Her eyes narrow slightly as she stares right at you, although not quite at your eyes. “Sokka.”
“Toph. Wonderful to see you, as always.”
“Can’t say the same.” She replies, deadpan. For a moment, Sokka jostles against your back, an offended noise leaving his lips before you lightly jab an elbow into his side. He gets it after a moment.
“Ah!” He perks up, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you quickly. “Ha! I get it! Good one, Toph! Real knee-slapper!”
Toph lets the faintest smirk appear on her face.
“I’m sure we all got it.” She says, leaning back on her heels. “What do you want?”
“Can’t I say hi to my friends?” Sokka tilts his head, his cheek brushing against your ear. “Is that a crime, Toph? Am I going to get arrested?”
“It’s a crime when it’s the two of you.”
“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Everything.”
You turn back to exchange a look with Sokka, who shrugs back at you, just as, if not more, confused.
“Okay.” Both of you say in unison as you look back at her.
“Ugh. Don’t do that. That’s weird.”
“Well, I wasn’t lying when I said I was just stopping by to say hi.” Sokka stretches, taking a step back from you. You miss the warmth that came with him. “Got things to do, people to see, yada yada.”
“I’m sure you do.” Toph responds, raising an eyebrow. “But with all of your impending duties, you just had to come say hello?”
“How could I not? I heard very familiar voices and I couldn’t resist.” Sokka’s hand finds its way to your cheek, pinching it lightly and tugging before letting it go. He knows better than to try that with Toph. He learned the hard way.
“Oh, we know what you can’t resist.” Toph cackles. You don’t get it. You turn to Sokka, a questioning look on your face, but once again, he looks just as clueless.
“Uh…sure.” He smiles, patting your cheek where he’d just pulled.
You laugh softly, swatting away his hand. “Aww, well, we appreciate it.”
“I don’t.” Toph interrupts.
“You definitely do. I can feel it in your bones.” Sokka declares confidently.
“My bones?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve developed bone bending. I can detect what you truly feel. Of course, I’ve always had this ability. Say goodbye to being used as a lie detector, Toph. I’m the new big deal, and heart rate won’t matter this time. This is all in the bones. You can’t fake bones.”
“Bone bending, huh? Enlighten me.” You grin, shifting your weight onto one leg as you turn to focus your attention on him.
“I’d love to.” Sokka beams back. “Now, this all started way back when—”
“Well, I’m sure you’d love to, but weren’t you just plagued with ‘things to do and people to see’?” Toph cuts in.
Sokka looks thoughtful suddenly, like it had slipped his mind completely. “You’re totally right. Bone bending just gets me so distracted. I’m very passionate about it, you see. It’s kind of my whole thing.”
You snort, shaking your head. Sokka looks utterly delighted as he takes a few more steps backward.
“Alright, see you guys later. Don’t miss me too much.”
“We’ll try not to.” You reply happily. He puts a hand to his lips and loudly blows a kiss to the two of you, spinning on his heel and happily whistling something off-tune.
“I can’t stand you two.” Toph complains as Sokka leaves. You know that her volume is always loud enough for everyone around to hear. Sokka turns his head back, just barely, to stick out his tongue.
“Jealous!” He calls, and then he’s gone. You laugh and wave at his back as he goes.
“What?” You ask as you look back towards Toph, whose expression can be described as nothing but disgusted. “What?”
She scrunches her nose, fanning under it like she’s trying to get rid of a painful odor. “I would say ‘you know what’, but you don’t, which is what makes this worse.”
You blink. Okay. Vague. Thank you, Toph.
“I hate lovebirds.” She continues, walking forward. As she passes you, she hits your arm. In turn, you wrap your other arm around her shoulders and press a kiss to her head.
“Get well soon?” You try as she playfully shoves you off.
“I should be saying that.”
As she goes, she mumbles something about idiot boys and idiot girls that she surpassed in intellectual ability. You didn’t dare to doubt her.
Recently, she’s been doing things like that. Unclear words that could rival proverbs of ancient past and riddles that would make anyone’s head spin. Sickened looks and scoffs and odd comments. And it was only when you and Sokka would interact.
Weird.
You didn’t think there was anything to warrant the behavior, but Toph was a little difficult to understand sometimes, so you didn’t really think much of it.
And then Zuko would flash weird looks when Sokka would wrap an arm around your shoulder and Katara would stare when you leaned against him.
Which was also weird.
Everyone had their own lives, now that you’d all grown up. You weren’t a bunch of (pre-)teens worrying about the fate of the world anymore. You had more normal but tiresome responsibilities, which meant not seeing each other as often.
But the times you were all together, all you would get were funny looks.
And you weren’t stupid. You knew that it was for a reason, but you truly couldn’t understand why.
So, of course, you decided to consult your beloved friend who would never keep you from the truth.
The Avatar himself.
“Aang! Hey, Aang!” You call, waving wildly at the retreating flash of yellow and orange you know and love.
Aang stops in his tracks, turning around with a thousand-watt smile already lighting up his face.
“Gee, you’re excited!” He notes, grabbing your forearms as you slow to a stop in front of him. “What could I have done to deserve that?”
Sometimes, you catch a glimpse of the little boy you’d met all those years ago. It’s the same with Toph. It melts your heart and makes you sad, knowing how quickly time slipped by, how tall and strong and wonderful the kids you knew got.
“I need advice. Help. A talk. Whatever.” You shake your head.
“What’s going on?” Aang’s eyebrows furrow slightly as he glances down at you. “Nothing bad’s happened, right?”
“Oh, no, nothing like that.” You correct, rubbing at your cheek lightly.
The two of you sit down on a nearby bench, your foot tapping against the ground quickly. You slam a hand down on your knee to make it stop. Aang raises an eyebrow.
“Okay. Uh…why is everyone acting funny?”
Aang thinks about it for a moment. “They are? Who’s everyone?”
“Toph. Zuko. Toph. Katara. Toph. Have I mentioned Toph?”
“No, I don’t think you have.”
After a beat, the two of you erupt into giggles. It feels oddly childish for how old you are now, but it feels good to relax.
“Seriously, though.” You clear your throat. “They just keep saying weird things and casting judgmental looks. Have I secretly been declared the enemy of all?”
“Not that I know of?” Aang shrugs, leaning back against the back of the bench. “Do they just…always do it?”
“Always? No, no. It’s…it’s only when Sokka’s around.”
Aang freezes. His eyes widen slightly and his lips pull back into a faint grimace, but you’re too busy letting your words take over to notice.
“And I don’t even get it at all! What could possibly be the reason for all the funny behavior, huh? It’s not like Sokka and I have been acting differently. If anything, I think we’ve been acting the exact same this whole time. As normal as we possibly could be. I haven’t said or done anything out of the ordinary, not that I know of, so whatever warrants this has to be—”
“Okay, okay, okay.” Aang raises his hands, cutting you off. “I think I see the frustration.”
“Do you?” You ask, exasperated. You slump back against the bench.
“Definitely.”
The look on his face looks strained, like he’s trying to hold back an awfully pained expression. It only makes your worries worse.
“What?” You ask desperately. “Don’t beat around the bush like Toph does. I’ll cry.”
“You won’t cry.” Aang says simply. “Uh…where to start…”
That’s a terrible beginning to an explanation. That means there’s a lot to go over and you were in some deep trouble.
You wait not-so-patiently for him to continue.
“Sokka…and…you…” He begins slowly, clasping his hands, “are very…close.”
“...yes.” You nod back just as slowly. “Aren’t we all?”
“Well…yeah. But there are different levels of being close.”
“Sure.” You agree. “Like you and Katara.”
“Right! Like me and Katara.”
“Right. So the problem is…?”
Aang bites the inside of his cheek. “The problem is…that you and Sokka are very close.”
“You said that already!” You complain. “What’s so wrong with that!”
“There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just that we…are…wondering…about…the extent…of your relationship!”
The pauses he includes almost make you want to strangle the words out of him. Instead, you take a deep breath and try to collect your thoughts. The extent of your relationship? There’s only one thing you can come up with to explain that.
“We’re not fucking.”
“I didn’t say you were!” Aang cries, a faint hue of red dusting his cheeks like he wasn’t the one to insinuate that.
“Then what were you saying?”
“I was saying that maybe you and Sokka are a little closer than everyone else is!”
“I…guess?” Your eyebrows knit together. “Not really, though, right?”
“Ehh…” Aang trails off, glancing away.
“What?” You pry, leaning forward. “Say it. I won’t say anything.”
“Ehh…” He repeats, turning his head completely around.
“Aang!” You grab his face and snap it back around. “Stop avoiding the topic!”
“I’m just trying to think about how to word this!”
“Just say it straight up! I won’t say anything!”
He mumbles something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like ‘you will’ but you ignore it for his actual input instead.
“Let’s see…okay. You’re very…comfortable around Sokka, right?”
“I’m comfortable around everyone.” You respond.
“That’s different.”
“No it’s not. I’m the same with everyone. Aren’t I?” You try to think back on it.
“I’d say you’re a bit more affectionate with Sokka.”
“Affectionate how?”
“Well…you know…the basics.”
“Such as…?”
Aang clears his throat. “Uh…you guys hug a lot?”
“I hug everyone. That’s not weird. You hug everyone. Is it weird to hug people, Aang?”
“No!” Aang shakes his head. “Hugging isn’t abnormal. But you kiss him, too.”
“On the cheek. There’s nothing wrong with kissing people on the cheek, or anywhere else.” You cross your arms. “I kiss everyone, too. I kiss you on the cheek. I kiss Katara on the cheek. And Zuko and Toph.”
Aang runs a hand down the side of his face. “Right. You do.”
“I do. So, what’s the problem?”
“It’s just that…you…kiss Sokka on the cheek like I kiss Katara on the cheek.” He snaps his fingers, leaning forward once he’s made the connection.
“Uh…” You close your eyes, picturing the four of you side by side. “But you and Katara are together.”
“Yes…” Aang nods supportively.
“Sokka and I aren’t together.”
“Right…”
“So how would I kiss him that way if we’re not together?”
“Exactly!” Aang claps. “You’re close to him in a way that Katara and I are close, except you aren’t together.”
It takes a moment for you to realize what he’s getting at. Once you do, your entire body seems to heat up.
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait.” You shake your head so hard you might rattle your brain. “So—you’re saying that everyone is acting weird because Sokka and I act like we’re a thing?”
“Basically?”
“But we’re not!”
“You could be?” Aang tries. “I mean, do you want to be with Sokka?”
Loaded question. Your mind shortcircuits, your heart skipping a beat as the idea firmly plants itself in your head. You and Sokka? You and Sokka?
It’s not like it was a completely foreign idea. You see where Aang’s coming from, but also, that’s Sokka. Sokka, who’s been the same with you since the day you met. Sokka, who’s been by your side for years and never said a word about it. Sokka, who you’ve watched get and lose partners over the span of your journey together.
He wasn’t ugly. Quite the opposite, really. You could admire that without having a silly crush on him.
But…but you did like him. Kind of a lot. That didn’t mean it had to be in that way.
Still…you did get a lot happier when he was around. And you were more comfortable with his presence and letting him place a hand on you or an arm around you. You’d let anyone do that, but you suppose that maybe you wouldn’t be as ecstatic and content with it if it had been Katara or Toph instead.
Those were feelings, though. Normal feelings. You think. You’re not quite sure, actually. So what were all the weird looks for then? Did the others find your relationship odd, or did they…
“Honestly…everyone thought you guys were dating.” Aang cuts off your train of thoughts as if reading your mind. “I mean, that’s just what it looks like.”
“For how long?”
“Huh…I don’t know. It’s looked like you’ve been dating for years.”
“Years?” You repeat increduously. It can’t have been that long that the two of you had been…ugh. This was hurting your head. You still hadn’t answered Aang’s question.
I mean, do you want to be with Sokka?
What would that entail, anyway? With what Aang’s saying, nothing would change. Except the presence of actual kisses, and maybe waking up with him, and living together and—
Okay. That got too real too fast. Your face flushes and you turn away slightly. Aang—alert, lovely, and too observant for his (your) own good, Aang—catches on instantly.
“You do!” He cries, overjoyed. “You do want to be with him!”
You shake your head quickly, but he enthusiastically points at your leg. “Look at that speed! You only do that when you’re really nervous!”
True to his word, your leg was bouncing at the speed of light. You slam both of your hands down on your knee to make it stop, your eyes wide.
“Not so loud!” You hush him, despite the fact that you were probably being just as loud.
“Sorry, sorry!” He whispers, leaning in to grin at you. “But you do like him!”
“I…maybe?” The roar of emotions in your heart implied a more honest sentiment.
“You do. So…talk to him.”
“I can’t just talk to him.”
“Sure you can! He’d get it.”
“How would you know? He thinks this is all normal.”
“No way he does. Sokka’s not that stupid.”
“Does that mean I was stupid for thinking so?”
“I didn’t say that! I just meant that he’s probably having an epiphany right now, too.”
“Is he?” You raise an eyebrow. “And you would know that how?”
“Katara wanted to talk to him earlier.” He shrugs.
Crap. Okay. So the two of you were being cornered and told exactly what’s going on between you both. Definitely comforting.
“What do I do? Aang, guide me through this, now.” You lean in closer, eyes darting around like Sokka might pop out of any corner.
“Just talk to him. It’s not like he’s a stranger anymore. You’re never afraid to speak your feelings. So…just go for it.”
“That’s not clear enough!”
“It doesn’t have to be. Do you want this turning point of your life to be pre-planned and rehearsed?”
“I…guess not.”
“Exactly! It’ll be more authentic and successful if you just lead with your heart and go for it.”
“I can’t just do it now!”
“Then don’t. Sleep on it. Let yourself grasp the lines of your emotions, then ask to see him, and go!”
“What if he hates me for it? What if he really thinks that this was all friendly?”
“He won’t. Trust me.”
“How would you know?”
“You know who knows Sokka the best?”
It doesn’t take a second to reply. “Katara.”
“Exactly. Their sibling bond is really strong. And Katara is completely convinced that he really lo—likes you.” The stutter goes unnoticed.
“Are you sure about this?” You chew on your bottom lip. “What if everything gets messed up?”
“It won’t. I promise. Even if the impossible happens, you and Sokka have been friends too long to let this damage you in any way. It won’t change things.”
“I don’t know. This is pretty big.”
“Bigger than defeating the Fire Lord?”
You crack a smile. “Maybe not.”
“Definitely not.”
A long, deep breath mostly calms down your nerves. You nod slowly, leaning back and looking around.
“Okay. I’m going to…think about this. Sleep on it.”
“Good.” Aang nods back. After a moment, he looks back at you. “I think you guys would be really good together.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re like two halves of the same person. You’re both better and more complete together.”
“Aww, Aang. You’re so sweet.” You smile, pinching his cheek. He laughs softly and pushes your hand away.
“I’m serious. You’re one of my best friends. You deserve to be happy, and I think Sokka would help with that.”
You might actually cry now. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly. It takes less than a second for Aang to reciprocate, squeezing you so tightly you might lose your breath.
Neither of you say a word. You don’t need to.
After a few seconds of silence, Aang breaks it.
“Also, we’d pretty much basically be siblings if you two got marr—”
“Aang!”
—
You weren’t lying to him when you said that you’d actually think about it.
You did think about it. You slept on it that night and dreamt about it. You ate breakfast the next morning thinking about it. You worked and thought about it. You took a walk and thought about it. You talked to Zuko and thought about it.
In fact, it hadn’t left your mind once.
Because the moment the realization was planted in your brain, you weren’t able to let go at all.
You were lucky to not encounter Sokka for the majority of the day. You might have died if you did.
Now, the problem was that idea carried over into the next day. And the next day. And the next. Until it had been nearly a week since your eye-opening talk with Aang, and you had barely interacted properly with Sokka since.
It was stupid to think that no one would notice. It was kind of obvious.
Really obvious.
Toph and Sokka are sitting together and talking? Great! You’ll sit down next to Toph and let her lay her head on your lap while you let them mostly speak.
Katara and Sokka are walking together? Lovely! You’ll let Katara stand in the middle and act as a barrier while you try to grasp the overwhelming feelings he brings.
Everyone is hanging out after dinner? Fantastic! Zuko can take your weight as you lean against him and try not to fall asleep.
Aang, too smart for his own good, did not allow you to use him as a wall.
He caught you on day six, pulling you aside.
“So…what did we talk about?” Aang asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
“To talk to him, yeah, yeah. I’m thinking right now, okay? Can’t a person just think?”
“Not like this! You’re not even trying to act normal anymore.”
“Just give me a couple of more days. I’ll get there. Promise.”
You were now closing up on day seven, and you still had no idea what to do.
You wanted to talk to him about it. Of course you did. But the idea of actually having to face him and talk about something so personal felt so…weird. You just didn’t want to have to do it. Not now, at least.
Except you did want to talk to him. You didn’t know how, but you really did want to. You were good at talking, just going with the flow, so why did this mess you up so bad?
Ugh.
Night was falling, and you weren’t feeling any more tired than you had a couple of hours ago. You’re smart enough to know when you’re not going to get any sleep. So, obviously, you have to take a nighttime stroll instead to clear your head.
That would help. Walking always helped, even if you drowned in your own thoughts first before letting yourself be pulled out.
You all were staying in a relatively small village in a relatively large house together. Did that make it harder to avoid him? Yes. Did it make it more suspicious? Yes. Which is exactly why you should have gone out on a walk ages ago.
Well, you can’t change the past now.
It’s not too lively outside. Things are dying down, and most people are retreating to their homes after a long day of work. A couple of them greet you with tired smiles as you pass by, which you return with double the energy. Waves and calls of good night’s take up most of your initial excursion, leaving you no room to think until you get to the very edge of the village.
It’s quieter out there. The moon shines down on you, peeking through dark clouds that might bring about rain later. You’re not too sure about the forecast.
As you make your way along the perimeter, you try to gather your thoughts, you really do. They’re just as much of a jumbled mess as they were way back when you first figured out what the two of you truly were. Or, tried to figure out, at least.
What you do know is that you like Sokka. Like like, bordering onto actual love, which is a terrifying thought. How could you have been in love with him for all this time and not know? Scary. You’d like to stick to like like instead, just for now, just so that you don’t implode.
You don’t know if he likes you back. Aang swears on his life that he does. You want to believe him, but doubt always makes its presence known, no matter how much you try to push it down. You can’t force yourself to believe it, but you can try. For now, you’re just going to think about this logically.
He might like you back.
So…how to bring it up? Something tells you that ‘Hey Sokka, I talked with Aang and I realized that I’ve liked you for a while now, you should let me be your girlfriend’ won’t really work.
You could be really sappy about it and have a nice long speech prepared. Or you could go out on a whim and say something simple.
Neither sounds very appealing to you. You want something meaningful, but like Aang said, not forced. You want it to matter.
You don’t even notice the figure standing in front of you until you crash right into him, too focused on staring into nothingness. Apologies are already spilling from your lips.
“No, no, it’s okay.” The man reassures, grabbing your shoulders to stop you from tripping over yourself. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I am. Sorry again. I’m totally fine. I really don’t know why I—sorry.” You respond, trying to shove down the embarrassment that comes with nearly knocking over a stranger you definitely should have seen coming.
“No harm done, promise.” He reassures. His hands have not yet left your shoulders, and when he notices that, he quickly drops them like he’s been burned. “You must have been deep in thought, huh?”
You offer a shrug, rubbing your arm. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Love troubles?” He asks. You startle, taking a step back. He laughs and tilts his head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I’m not that obvious. I’m not…am I?” You ask desperately, nearly hissing as you lean forward, your voice hushed in fear of someone else nearby overhearing.
The man offers you a comforting grin. “To me, maybe. I’m not too sure about anyone else.”
“So you know about love troubles.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Let’s not go accusing a guy without even asking his name!” The man raises his hands in surrender.
“Ah…you’re right. Sorry. May I have the name of the gentleman who I nearly knocked over?”
“Why, of course. I’m Lee.”
You do not believe that for a second, but Lee was a pretty popular name. You let him off the hook.
“Well, Lee. I suppose we’re both having our own love struggles.”
“Maybe we are.” He offers a one-armed shrug. “I think we’ll get past it.”
“I sure hope we do.”
It’s weird, the concept of mildly opening up to a guy you’ve never seen before and likely never will, but that’s also comforting. He’ll forget all about you at some point, and you him, so you won’t have to worry about gossip spreading. No one will care.
Before you can do something stupid like dump your entire life’s story on this guy, he speaks first.
“I think that you might have a name as well.” Lee asks, shifting his weight as he leans on his leg, a little closer.
“I might.” You joke.
“And that name is…?”
You open your mouth to reply, but when your name is said, it’s not your voice that responds.
It comes with a heavy arm around your shoulders, firmly planted behind your head, completely wrapping around your body. It comes with a warmth you’re very familiar with and a scent that can only be matched to one man you know.
“I’ve seriously been looking for you everywhere. I mean, I nearly had to start checking under everyone’s beds, and I don’t really want to know what I’d find under Zuko’s.”
Sokka.
Okay. Awkward. Lovely. You’re kind of afraid.
Lee looks a bit taken aback, his eyes widening. His gaze meets yours and he mouths ‘love?’ to you, to which you breathe out and nod.
Sokka catches this instantly.
“What was that?” He asks, squinting. “A secret code? That was weird.”
Lee coughs. “Uh…we were just talking.”
“Right.” Sokka nods, stretching out the vowel as he raises an eyebrow and looks between Lee and you under his arm. “Cool. Well, we’ll be going now, alright? Bye.”
He turns you right back around, his arm guiding your body and forcing you to follow after him. You turn your head back to look at Lee, who smiles at you. You look back front, then back at him again, to which he forms a heart with his hands and a thumbs up.
Your cheeks flush pink. Sokka’s free hand plants itself on the top of your head, swiveling it back to face your front.
“Why—are you blushing?” Sokka cuts himself off, sounding absolutely scandalized. He lifts up your face and appears to analyze it, his fingers grasping your jaw.
“No.” You deny pathetically.
“Holy bison, you are.” He shakes his head. “Hold on. What was going on back there? Who even was that? Why were you out so late? Was that your…your secret lover?”
His voice spikes in pitch, just like it would back when you were teens and his voice would crack. This was really embarrassing now.
“That was…not…my ‘secret lover’. I don’t have a ‘secret lover’.” You correct, reluctantly pulling his hand down. “I just went for a walk.”
“Uh-huh. And you just happened to stumble upon a handsome guy down there and spark conversation.”
“That is exactly—a what guy?” You nearly shriek.
“Don’t act innocent. I can see right through your ruse.” Sokka’s arm does not loosen around your shoulders as you continue to walk.
“What ruse?”
“The one where you’re trying to convince me that you weren’t sneaking out to see a guy.”
“I wasn’t doing that.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Walking.”
“Walking. Right. That didn’t look like walking.”
“Well, it was. Until I accidentally bumped into him.”
“Bumped into him!” His grip on your shoulder tightens. “I guess you stumbled right into his arms, too!”
“That did not happen.” You frown. “Why are you making stuff up?”
“I’m coming to plausible conclusions.”
“You aren’t.”
“I am.”
“You weren’t even there!”
“Exactly! Who knows what else went on before I got there? Did you exchange poetry? Recite haikus to the stars?”
“None of that happened!”
“Of course not. So I’m just supposed to believe that you haven’t been avoiding me and seeing some villager for the past week.”
Before you can try to refute his claims, he shushes you, his finger pressing against your lips.
“And don’t even try to deny the avoiding part. I’m not stupid. You can attempt to cover up seeing him, but you can’t pretend you haven’t been running away from me.”
His finger leaves your lips, and you fall silent. He was right. You were avoiding him, just not for the reason he thinks.
“I…was not…seeing Lee in the village.”
“But you were avoiding me.”
You chew on your bottom lip slowly. “It wasn’t avoiding.”
“It most certainly was.”
“I just wouldn’t call it that.”
“I would.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Well, then what would you call it?”
“...taking some time to myself?”
Sokka frowns. “Really? Of course, that doesn’t apply to Katara, or Toph, or Aang, or Zuko. Just me.”
Right. If anything, you had doubled your levels of affection with the rest of your friends. You swallow thickly, trying to find the words.
“Maybe I needed a bit of time from you.”
Why did you say that? Why would you say that? You can’t even try to take it back.
Sokka falls unusually silent. The only sound is the fall of your syncretized footsteps against the soft earth.
“Why?”
You barely hear it. You probably wouldn’t have if you hadn’t been listening for something, anything to leave his lips.
“Nothing important.” You were making some really bad decisions.
“It was important enough to give me up.”
“I didn’t give you up.”
“It sure feels like you did.”
You don’t have a response for that. Sokka sighs.
“Listen.” He starts, his fingers flexing against your shoulder. “I don’t care if you’re seeing…‘Lee’...in the village. That doesn’t matter to me. What—I’m talking right now, wait, you can defend yourself later—what matters to me is that you stopped finding me to find him.”
“That’s not what this is. You keep bringing Lee up, but he’s not the reason—”
“Then what?” Sokka interrupts, albeit not harshly. It’s soft when it shouldn’t be, which is why it stops your words despite the lack of violence in them. It just sounds…defeated.
What do you say now? That you have feelings for him and instead of dealing with them like an adult, you’re acting like a teenager with a crush that will never be reciprocated? That you’re practicing what it’ll feel like if he rejects you?
It’s stupid. You know he won’t do something drastic like lash out or insult you if you say something. You know he’s not like that. You know that you’re both better than that. But your mind just keeps jumping to all of these horrible ideas, and you have no idea what to believe and what not to.
You think that you should start with your heart.
“I talked to Aang a while ago.”
Sokka doesn’t say anything. He nods slowly, like its encouragement to keep going. You do.
“A week ago.” You continue. You know that he knows that’s when this whole thing started. “I wanted to know why Toph was acting so strange that day.”
“Yeah. That was weird.” He replies simply, his mind clearly elsewhere. You don’t know if that’s good or not.
“And…we talked.” You conclude, nodding along like you’d just revealed the secrets of the world.
Sokka waits for you to keep going. When you don’t he looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowed.
“That’s it?” He scoffs. “That doesn’t explain anything! What did you talk about.”
“That’s private information.”
“So why would you tell me that?”
“I don’t know! That’s kind of what led to this whole thing, okay?”
Sokka takes a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, let’s start over.”
“Starting over. Got it.”
“You’re avoiding me.”
“If that’s the word we have to use.”
“It is. Something happened, and you’re avoiding me. Aang and you spoke about something, and you’re avoiding me.”
“...yeah.”
“Okay. So what was that ‘something’?”
There was no use trying to beat around it now. You need to man up and spit it out. That’s right. You’re a grown adult. You can face your feelings.
“We…are close, aren’t we?”
Sokka stiffens for a moment, but he nods. “Yeah. I’d say we’re pretty close.”
“More so than normal?”
“Uh…let’s define normal?”
“I don’t know. Like the way I am with…Toph?”
“Toph can’t be used as an example for normal.”
You roll your eyes. “Okay, Sokka. Whatever. What I’m trying to say is…is that…Aang let me know that we’re…like him and Katara.”
“We are nothing like those losers.” Sokka puffs up his chest.
“Sokka.”
“Sorry. Continue.”
At least you know that he’s not really pissed at you. He wouldn’t joke around if he was. That’s a good sign.
“It means that everyone thinks we’re a thing.”
He stops in his tracks for the first time since your conversation began.
“A thing? Like a couple kind of thing?” He repeats, the disbelief coating his voice clearly.
“Yeah. Like a couple.”
“Huh.” His nose scrunches up. “So…you found that out…and you decided that you couldn’t be seen around me anymore lest Lee find out?”
“No!” You cry, swatting at him. “Stop bringing him up! I don’t even know him!”
“What am I supposed to think?” Sokka bites back.
“You’re supposed to believe me!”
“I’m trying!”
“It sure doesn’t seem like it!”
His arm finally drops from your shoulders as he covers his face and groans. “Okay. Fine! You don’t know who Lee is. I believe you. But you avoided me for some reason.”
“I told you the reason.”
“People think we’re a couple. You’re…embarrased, and you decide to stay away from me so that they don’t think that anymore.”
“That’s not it.”
“Well, that’s what I’m hearing right now.”
It’s your turn to cover your face and groan. “It’s not that part of it.”
“Then which part?”
“I’ll tell you if you stop asking questions.” You uncover your face just in time to catch him zipping his lips.
Is this it? Do you just say it straight up, now?
“I just…needed some time to think about the…extend of our relationship.” You breathe out. “That’s all.”
“So…you wanted to reflect on what we truly were.”
“Yeah.”
“And you came up with…?”
“I…don’t know.” You confess. “I don’t know.”
Sokka exhales slowly. Is that a bad sign? Maybe.
“We’re…friends.” He says.
“We are.” You repeat hollowly.
“Right. So…that’s cleared up, then.”
“I don’t think it’s that simple.” You say before you can even think about it.
Sokka’s breath hitches. He stays silent for a moment. “Yeah. I didn’t think so, either.”
So you were both on the same page there. You agreed that there was more to it than friendship. That’s…good. Hopefully.
“Was it only because you needed to think about what we were?” Sokka asks.
“What?”
“You avoiding me. Was it just because of that?”
“I…yeah?”
“So it wasn’t that you…you hated the idea of being with me and had to distance yourself to stop the assumptions?”
“What? No! No, that wasn’t it at all. I just needed to think about it.”
Your outburst takes him by surprise. Once the words register, his raised eyebrows lower into an expression that looks more relieved than anything.
“Okay. Good to know.” He wets his lips. “And…and you’re being honest about that guy—”
“How many times do I have to say it?” You groan. “I don’t know him! I bumped into him and we spoke for a little bit. He has his own love troubles to navigate.”
You try to ignore the fact that you called what’s going on between you ‘love troubles’ so blatantly. You know he caught onto it. You know he knows that you know. Neither of you say anything about it.
It was kind of annoying, the way he just kept going back to Lee like he was—
Holy shit.
“Oh.” You say simply, turning to face him completely. “You’re…jealous. You’re jealous.”
“Wha—what?” Sokka splutters, taking a step back, his hands raised as he shakes his head vigorously. “Me? Jealous? Of that guy? No way!”
“You are!” You protest, taking a step forward to make up for the distance that he’s putting between you two. “That’s why you’re so pissy!”
“I’m not pissy!”
“You so are! I get it! I get it now! You’re so upset because I was with him!”
“I’m upset that you’re pretending to not know me anymore!”
“It’s doubled because of him!”
“So what?” Sokka turns it around suddenly, taking a step forward with a sudden surge of confidence. “Huh? So what if I was upset? I have a right to be! You start avoiding me, and then I go out for a walk to clear my head, and I find you all buddy-buddy with some random guy all alone at night, and what am I supposed to think of that, huh?”
You gape at him, but it’s obvious that he’s not done.
“The only thing I can think is that you’ve found a new guy to replace me or something, either as a friend or—or something more, and I haven’t even been able to have an actual conversation with just you in a week and here you are just all over this guy like he’s the best thing you’ve ever seen and—ugh!”
A hand flies up to dig his fingers into his scalp. “Whatever. Whatever. Forget it. It’s stupid.”
His incoherent mumbles and pacing that leads him away from you snap you out of your stupor. “Wait. Wait! Sokka, hold on!”
Sokka stops, slowly turning around to face you.
“It’s…it’s not stupid. It’s not. I’m sorry. I’m the stupid one. I don’t know why I avoided you like that for so long. I should have just been straight up with you and done things like an adult. I’m sorry for making you feel like I was casting you aside or seeing someone else or anything along those lines. Really.”
The two of you are standing face to face, yours angled slightly upwards to meet his eyes. Sokka’s fists clench and unclench. Silence suffocates you until he closes his eyes and breathes out.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize or anything. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and accusing you without just asking first.”
“I guess I still have some growing up to do.” You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly.
“I think we all do.” Sokka replies. “But that’s the fun of it.”
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes.”
When you fall silent, it’s much less awkward this time. Still, you know that it’s not the end of your conversation.
“So…you were jealous.” You bring up again.
“Are you going to let that go anytime soon?”
“I’ll think about it.” You smile, but that’s not the reason you brought it up. “Why?”
“Why? Maybe because you were talking to a guy I didn’t know. Alone.”
“You called him handsome.”
“He kind of is. Alright, how was I supposed to feel seeing you talking to a handsome guy I don’t know all alone?”
“The others wouldn’t have reacted the same way.”
Sokka huffs. “No. They wouldn’t.”
“It’s different, then.”
“Yeah, it’s different with you. It’s always different with you.”
You stare at him with wide eyes. Sokka meets them for a moment, then grows flustered and turns away.
“I…I do like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He mumbles.
“Like me? Or…like like.”
A quick hesitance. “The second one.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah, huh.”
So…Aang was right. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up, but once it does, it becomes a complete mess. Your body performs about a hundred actions at once, including overheating, fidgeting fingers, rapid blinks, and nervous twitches.
“Are you going to say anything, or are you going to leave me hanging?” Sokka asks, his own nervousness concealed under a confident demeanor that you’ve long since been able to see through.
You nod, your lips parting. Here it is. This is your chance to say something, to tell him how you feel, how you want more and how you—
“I love you.”
…
You did not mean to say that. It was true, it always had been, and your heart had known that, which is why it took over instead of your brain. But you were supposed to start off slow and sweet, not jump straight into it.
Before you can even apologize for the way it made both of you freeze, Sokka’s lips parting in shock and yours quivering as if unable to take the recoil of the confession, he moves.
In an instant, his hands fly up to cup both sides of your face, his thumbs resting on your cheeks as he pulls you up to meet him halfway.
His lips are slightly chapped, contributing to a vague rough feeling that’s drowned out by the overall gentleness that comes with the kiss. It’s a simple press of lips to lips, his perfectly slotting in against yours. His hands stay firmly planted on your face, and your hands come up to rest on his chest in turn. You tilt your head slightly, but the moment you make a move, he snaps back.
His eyes are blown wide, a regretful expression on his face that scares you into believing that he’d realized that he didn’t actually like you or something. He backs up, his hands slowly falling from your face. “Crap. Sorry. Was that too soon? That was too soon. Sorry, I should have asked, I—”
You grab him by the collar of his shirt and tug him back down again. His hands shoot up, and then quickly find a place on your waist. In turn, you loop your arms around his neck. It’s not any more rushed than the last one. He’s savoring you with a gentleness you didn’t think you’d ever experience. He doesn’t push hard, just enough to make a imprint that you can’t easily get rid of.
This time, you pull back, making sure to keep your arms around him. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you. Differently. It’s fond, and while he’s looked at you like that before, there’s something so loving in the way his gaze softens that it practically turns you to mush.
“We could have done that a week ago.” He whispers to you.
“Guess we’ll have to make up for missed time.” You respond, reaching up to press a kiss to his cheek, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary.
“I like the sound of that.” Sokka smiles, dipping down to steal another kiss.
BONUS
“So…were you lying when you said you didn’t care I was out with Lee?” You ask as you walk back to the house, Sokka’s arm wrapped tightly around your side.
“Oh, yeah. I was lying straight through my teeth. I was going to cry and everything.” He grins back, swooping down and pressing a quick kiss to your head as you cross the threshold.
As you turn, you hear something shatter. You jump slightly, your head swiveling to find the source as Sokka pulls you back and his shoulders tense.
“You…you did it!” Aang cries, a shattered glass at his feet. He sounds suspiciously on the verge of tears. “I can’t believe it!”
“You didn’t believe in me?” You tease, relaxing as you rest your head on Sokka’s shoulder.
“Not at all.” Aang jokes back. “But hey, I’m happy for you. Even if nothing’s really changed”
He was right. The only thing different about you guys was that you could kiss him on the lips. Still, it’s not like you’d want it any other way.
“I’m happy, too.” You reply with a soft smile. Sokka beams, grabbing your chin and kissing you again.
You don’t think he’d get bored of that anytime soon.
tags -> not proofread, minor swearing, fluff fluff fluff!!, reader is a little shorter than grace, no spoilers !!
a/n -> i apologise this is ass, i’m sosososo tired from school it’s actually pissing me off so badd, we also need more grace love like hello that’s literally my baby. my requests also might be a little slow due to school but they will be done ! promise 😋 (title loosely based off ‘in twos’ by esha tewari .. 😛😛)
time dragged on, it seemed like grace was working more often than not. she’d be tired when she’d come home, and if she had an early day? she’d keep working from home till she fell asleep at her laptop.
you’d tell her to take breaks, take naps but she wouldn’t listen, give you an ‘i’m okay’ and keep her eyes glued to her laptop’s screen. and even though her habits may have annoyed you a little bit, you could never actually be mad at her.
as of right now, you were sat beside her on your bed, filing your nails whilst grace was focused on whatever assignment she got given on her laptop. but your attention wasn’t on your nails, not really. your eyes drifted to her more often than not. her hair fell into her face, glasses slid down the bridge of her nose.
your face pulled into a frown and you set the filer down onto the bedside table. you moved closer to her, shoulder brushing hers. “when are you done?” you ask quietly, glancing at the writing on her screen.
“ten, no maybe fifteen minutes.” she replied, eyes locked on her writing. your frown deepens, “you said that fifteen minutes ago.” you mutter, eyes looking over her side profile. “actually, you’ve been saying that for an hour.”
“i know, i know, but i swear im nearly done i just have to-“ grace cuts herself off when you close her laptop shut with a click and pick it up from her lap, placing it beside the lamp and filer on the bedside table. “hey!”
you shake your head and turn back towards her. “you need a break. and it’s like whenever your working my words go in through one ear and exit through the other straight away.” you scold, grabbing her hands. you pull her up so she’s sat upright instead of leaning against the headboard. “what you need, pretty girl, is to learn how to relax.”
grace frowns but squeezes your hands a little, “i know how to relax, im just .. busy?.” she says, her gaze drifting to one of your bedroom walls decorated with shelves and polaroid pictures. mostly pictures of the two of you together.
“be unbusy then.” you reply, “i don’t think that’s a word-“. “shush and let’s do something fun, yeah?” you grin, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
now an hour later, you were both in the kitchen, making muffins. well, attempting to make muffins. there was flour everywhere and a failed batch put to the side. the chocolate muffins you managed to make sat in the oven whilst the two of you giggled about something dumb.
your finger grazes her cheekbone as you wiped some of the remaining flour off her face, the light of the cooker hood casting a soft, warm glow across your faces’.
“you’re so shit at baking.” you giggle, taking her (also flour covered) glasses off, placing it on the countertop. you get a smile out of grace and she swats your hands away, “am not!”
“you so are!” you snort and wrap your arms around her neck, grinning up at her. “remind me to never ask you to do this again. you might burn my apartment down.”
she hugs you back, “you’re mean.” she whines, leaning down to press her forehead against yours.
“yeah? you gonna do something about it?” you tease, your grin turning into a small smirk. grace bites her cheek at your comment and turns a faint shade of pink. “i- no.? i mean i don’t mind- mind it?.” she stutters, her cheeks growing pinker.
your snort again and pull her down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “you’re such a dork, ashcroft.” you smile and press another soft and longer kiss to her lips. graces hands stay pressed against your sides gently, bringing you a little closer.
though the moment ended when the oven’s timer went off and beeping filled the kitchen. you reluctantly pull away and hear a whine leave grace. you crouch down in front of the oven and look through the tiny window. you glance up at grace, “it looks kinda ass,” a grin spreads across your lips once more, “d’you think it’ll taste like ass too?” you giggle and look back at the muffins.
“hey it can’t be that bad. plus you’re the one who put them in the tray so technically, it’s your fault if they taste like ‘ass’.” she replies, getting a plate for the muffins.
୨ৎ.
the muffin wrappers were left abandoned on the plate. safe to say they didn’t taste like ass. you and grace are them in less then ten minutes, the movie you picked barely made it past the intro before the pastries were gone.
now you had one leg swung over hers, your head against her chest as your eyes were fixed on the bright tv screen. her hand ran through your hair gently, the other resting on your lower back. her work laptop was long forgotten, all she could think about right now was you and how comfortable you were.
after a while grace let out a yawn and her grip tightened around you. you smile and lift your head to look at her. “you tired baby?” you ask quietly, brushing your nose against hers. she shakes her head. “no. well kinda, but i like just being with you. quietly, it’s.. nice.”
“you can sleep, grace. i’ll stay here.” you mutter, lips brushing hers again. grace sighs and closes her eyes, pecking your lips, then nose before letting her head fall back on the pillows. “okay.” she whispers.
you turn the volume down and place the remote on the other side of the bed, placing your head back down against her chest. the steady rhythm of her heart was comforting.
“i love you.” she mutters, her hand massaging your scalp once more. you hum in response and place your hand on her side. “i love you back.” you mutter.
I'm seriously considering writing for grace ashgroft OHMYGOOOOSH she is so precious and prettyyyy — YOU'VE MADE MY POOR HEART ACHE WITH THIS ENDEARING AND LOVELY PIECE, MOOT ㅤ♡ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ
patching the wounds of girlfriend!zoe thompson ˚.✦
"Heyyyy," she taps on your window, armor still on except from the helmet, you can already see her split lip even if she's pressing her lips together in a smirk. "I know I'm late I got caught up in a fight..."
You open the window, letting her into your room right before crossing your arms.
"Yeah, I can see that. What the fuck, Zoe?"
You notice the tiny hitch in her movement, the way her right arm stays a little too close to her ribs. The tech jacket hums faintly, its plates shifting and knitting themselves back together in real time, but the blood on her lip is still fresh.
Zoe lands lightly on your floor. She tries for the usual half-smirk, but the split in her lower lip pulls and she winces instead.
"Relax, babe," she says, voice a little thick. "It’s not even that bad. Jacket's already fixing itself."
"Yeah, the jacket," you cut her off, stepping closer. Your hand gently catches her chin, tilting her face toward the light so you can see the damage better. The cut on her lip is ugly, still oozing. "Not the girl inside it."
She blinks at you, surprised by the edge in your voice, then lets out a soft laugh that turns into a hiss when it pulls at her ribs.
"Ow, okay, okay. Point taken." Her free hand comes up to rest on your wrist, thumb brushing your skin. "I'm fine. Really. The villain was a total loser."
You don't let go of her chin. "Take it off."
Zoe raises an eyebrow, the smirk trying to come back despite the blood. "Damn, straight to that? At least buy me dinner first..."
"Zoe."
The teasing dies on her face when she hears how serious you are. She sighs, the sound tired and the suit starts to peel away from her skin. The chest plate retracts, then the arms, until the jacket collapses into a slim bracer on her left wrist, leaving her in just a sports bra and the tight compression shorts she wears underneath.
The wound on her ribs is worse than you thought. A long gash runs diagonally under her left breast, still seeping. It's not deep enough to be life-threatening, but it's enough to hurt like hell and bleed steadily. Bruises are already blooming around it in ugly purples and reds.
You exhale sharply through your nose. "Bathroom. Now."
She doesn't argue this time. You guide her by the elbow into your attached bathroom, flick on the light and sit her down on the closed toilet lid. She watches you as you pull out the first-aid kit you've started keeping stocked just for her.
You work in silence for a minute, cleaning the split lip first with gentle dabs of antiseptic. Zoe stays still, but her fingers keep twitching against her thigh like she wants to reach for you.
You press a butterfly bandage over the lip cut, careful not to pull too hard. "You scared the shit out of me, Zoe."
"I'm sorry." The words come out quiet. She leans forward a little, resting her forehead against your stomach for a second while you move on to the rib wound. "I didn't mean to. He was hurting people. I couldn't walk away."
You clean the gash thoroughly, wincing for her when she sucks in a sharp breath. The suit did most of the work stopping the bleeding, but it still needs stitches or at least good butterfly strips and gauze. You start layering them on with steady hands you've gotten way too practiced at.
"I know you can't," you murmur. "That's why I love you. But you gotta let me worry, okay? Because you do not fix by yourself like the jacket."
Zoe is quiet for a long moment, just breathing through the sting as you finish taping the gauze down securely. When you're done she lifts her head, looking up at you with softness.
"I know," she whispers. Her hand finds yours, squeezing. "I'll be more careful. Promise."
You cup her face again, thumbs brushing just under her eyes. "You better. Because if you come home like this one more time without calling me first, I'm welding that damn jacket shut."
A genuine smile breaks through the pain on her face. "Mm, I might be into that."
You roll your eyes, but you're already leaning down to press the lightest possible kiss to the corner of her mouth, avoiding the bandage. “Idiot.”
"Your favorite idiot," she corrects. She tugs you closer until you're standing between her knees, her arms wrapping carefully around your waist. "Thanks for patching me up."
You rest your chin on top of her head, breathing her in, blood and the coconut shampoo she still uses even when she’s out being a hero.
"Always," you say quietly. "Now get in bed. You’re staying here tonight. No arguments."
Zoe hums happily against your shirt, already sounding half-asleep from the adrenaline crash. "Yes, please. I missed you all day."
You help her up, keeping an arm around her as you guide her back into your room. You keep her resting on your chest until she falls asleep between your arms.
a/n: THE PEOPLE'S PRINCESS EVERYBODYY idc that this is getting three likes i adore her so so much
summary | wally notices something about your smile that makes him frown
cw | fem! reader
He'd only meant to step away for a few seconds. Just to refill your glass of water, but then he'd gotten sidetracked by Donna, and a few seconds turned into minutes. By the time he's sliding back onto the couch next to you, arm sliding to rest around the back of your shoulders, your smile has dimmed.
The smile Wally loves more than anything was nowhere to be seen as you sat across from Garth, listening to the Atlantean's tales of what he's been up to over the past few months.
Sure, as soon as Wally sidles up to you, that pretty smile's returned, if a little smaller than he's used to.
Wally's always been a man of science. He's formed a hypothesis, now to gather the evidence.
He watches you carefully over the next few days, waiting to see your smile dip, your shoulders slump, anything to indicate you're not happy being around him or others.
He asks around your friends, the Titans, and League members, gathering enough objective data that can't be seen as biased.
Roy looks at him like he's grown a second head when Wally asks, "Dude, I don't think I've ever seen her smile if you weren't there too." Roy's laughing, but Wally doesn't find the humour in the situation.
"She's quiet when you're not around." Kori agrees easily, like Wally's heart's not breaking further and further.
Dinah tries to reassure him, says it's cute how easily you light up around Wally, but still, he can't help but wonder how much of it is you just pretending. Pretending to smile just for him so you don't hurt his feelings when you're clearly exhausted.
He sees it the second he walks into your room that night. You'd been reading peacefully, the new book you'd been excitedly telling him all about, only to perk up after you noticed his presence.
"Wally!" You beam, book forgotten as you practically leap out of bed to get to him, and Wlaly watches, heart aching as your smile dims.
"Wally?" You cup his cheeks, and he nearly has to look away from the concern shining in your eyes.
"You don't have to pretend with me, you know?" He turns his head, kissing the palm of your hand before reaching up to lace your fingers with his.
Your brows furrow in bewilderment. "Wally, what?"
"To smile." He clarifies, "I know I can be... a lot, but you don't always have to try and match my energy if you don't feel like it. I won't be upset. I love you, and I just want—don't pretend to be happy just for my sake."
You don't respond straight away, a deep frown decorating your face now. "Wallace West, I don't know where you got such a ridiculous idea—"
"It's not ridiculous, you're never that excited to see anyone else—why are you laughing?"
"I'm never excited to see anyone else because they're not you, silly boy. You could spend hours ranting about the colour green, and I'd still enjoy every second of it because I'm with you."
He blinks, cheeks flushing, and butterflies swarming in his gut, voice an embarrassing squeak, "really?"
"Really." You giggle, wrapping your free arm around his waist before leaning in to kiss him. It should be a little embarrassing how quickly he melts into your embrace, but well, how couldn't he, when it's you?
꒰ Damian decided to pay Jason a visit & notice how his body got softer after getting a girlfriend! ꒱
Damian didn’t usually visit his brothers of his own free will. Most of the time, he only stopped by the apartment to grab a quick snack or pick up some accessory that might be useful to him.
But, surprisingly, on that day—on that perfect day—he had decided to be an inconvenience to Todd, simply because he had nothing better to do.
You were in the kitchen, finishing plating the dessert that would accompany one of your movie nights with Jason.
Used to your boyfriend’s entrances and exits through the window and balcony, you didn’t startle when you heard one of them being opened, continuing to hum absentmindedly.
It was only when you turned to wash your hands that you remembered a small detail—Jason was in the shower.
The humming slowly died in your throat.
You dried your hands calmly—much calmer than you actually felt—and turned your head toward the living room, just enough to peek through the doorway.
And there he was, sitting on the couch like he owned the place, legs crossed as he ate popcorn. He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the turned-off television, as if he were waiting for something to start.
He stopped the moment he noticed you.
You stopped the moment you noticed him.
For a long second, neither of you moved.
His green eyes narrowed slightly, calculating, suspicious. “…You are not Todd.”
You blinked once.
“No…” you answered slowly. “And you are definitely not Jay either.”
Jason appeared in the hallway, hair dripping, but already wearing sweatpants. “You started it without me? I told ya I wanted to watch the opening too—”
He stopped mid-sentence, falling silent, his mouth parting in shock—maybe at the scene? At your calmness with the intruder? Or at the intruder’s sheer audacity?
“Just what I needed,” Jason growled, voice sharp with irritation. “Why the hell are you in my apartment?”
Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, chewing calmly. He simply shrugged—after all, how was he supposed to explain that he had only come to check if he was still alive? It had been a whole month since he last saw him. But he wasn’t worried!
“That’s mine—Damian, you should be at home. Your home.” Jason sighed, running a hand down his face. “Get off my couch. And stop eating my food.”
Damian ignored him completely. He leaned further back into the cushions, posture relaxed in a way that made Jason’s eye twitch. Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Jason.
“You look… fuller. Softer,” the younger one commented, his gaze drifting briefly toward you, who watched the argument in silence, before quickly returning to his brother.
Damian tilted his head to the side, as if evaluating a painting.
“Have you reduced your training frequency,” he continued, his voice strangely neutral, not teasing, just observational, “or simply increased your intake of nutritionally void food?”
“Did you just call me fat?”
“…No,” he replied, but then paused to think for a few seconds. “Did I? I merely commented on your body fat—“
Jason crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.
“…Whatever,” he continued, tone quieter now, more thoughtful than before. “You no longer smell like cheap takeout grease and smoke. That is an improvement.”
“…That would be because he finally eats real food now,” you cut in, smiling, proud of your contribution to your boyfriend’s health.
Jason shot you a look over his shoulder, a little wounded that you had indirectly agreed with the little demon.
Damian reached out to grab more popcorn, but Jason slapped his hand away.
“Stop. Eating. My. Food. Okay. Great. Family bonding moment over.” Jason clapped his hands once, sharp and final. “You’ve seen me. Now out. Door. Window. Vent. I don’t care. Pick one.”
Damian’s attention snapped back to you, still ignoring his brother. He straightened slightly where he sat, gaze narrowing with renewed interest.
“You prepare the food?” he asked.
You nodded once. “Most of it.” You smiled. “Do you want to try the dessert?”
“…Dessert?” he repeated.
“I made chocolate cake,” you added casually. “With ganache.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “…Homemade?” he asked.
“Yes.”
You disappeared into the kitchen before your boyfriend could protest.
Jason took a deep breath and dropped onto the couch, far too tired to argue any further. When the younger one opened his mouth to speak, he cut him off immediately.
“Not one more question,” Jason muttered. “Eat in silence.”
Could you maybe possibly maybe write a jealous!violet x reader fic where reader unintentionally makes Vi jelly by getting a little too close with Louis or one of the other kids at ericsons. I think she’d have an avoidant attachment style, especially when she gets jealous. So reader will be waiting outside Vi’s door or giving Violet small gifts she made, gently apologizing before Violet lets her in and reader showers her with love and kisses. Maybe a little bit of possessive Violet if you’re comfortable writing that! <3
haven’t written in a while i might be a bit rusty 😔 but it’s here !! 🩷🩷🩷
jealous!violet x fem!reader , platonic!louis x fem!reader
tags -> not proofread, maybe ooc violet (?? i haven’t played twdg in a while 😔) desperate!reader ☺️, hurt/comfort, angst + fluff 🤗
“hello? d’you fall asleep with your eyes open or something?” you’re greeted by louis’ teasing tone and grin, his hand waving in front of your face. you blink and swallow, tearing your gaze away from violet and onto him.
“w-what?” you ask, wincing at how dry your throat suddenly felt. “i was talking to you.” he says matter of factly. “were you listening?”
you give him an awkward, almost guilty smile and shake your head, “could you tell me again?” louis rolls his eyes playfully and takes a deep breath. “well as i was saying..”
you payed attention to about the first few seconds of his rant before your eyes went back to violet across the courtyard.
she was sat with tenn at one of the benches, glancing over his drawing as he, probably, explained it to her. violet let a small smile slip through at something he’d said, but then her gaze drifts away from the paper, up to you.
you try smiling back at her, but the small curved line that spreads across your lips could only be considered a sad excuse of a smile. even at your attempt though, violets lips turned down just as quickly as it had turned up and she looked back down, asking tenn something to seem occupied.
“okay dude, what’s your problem?” louis voice, yet again, snaps you out of your mind. “you look.. sad. and i’m literally talking about aasim eating shit on the way back from hunting. not literal shit, cuz y’know he fell-“
“d’you think vi’s mad at me?” you interrupt him, biting your cheek. louis pauses and frowns, “is that the reason you weren’t listening-“ he cuts himself short when he sees your expression and looks over his shoulder to where violet’s sat.
“i don’t think she could get mad at you, even if she wanted to. why? did you get into a fight?” you shake your head, crossing your arms. “no. well, at least i don’t think so.”
“have you tried talking to her?” he asks. you give him a deadpan expression and roll your eyes. “obviously i have. she either just brushes me off or just.. ignores me completely.” you mutter, fingers tapping as haunt your bicep as you cross your arms.
“yikes, sounds like trouble in paradise.” he teases. you let out a groan and punch him in the shoulder. “i hate you.”
he grins, “no you don’t, you loooove me. but seriously, maybe go talk to her later tonight? in one of your dorms? she can’t exactly run.” he suggests. you sigh and throw your head back. “hey, she’s not mad at you, trust me.” he reassures.
⊹ ࣪ ˖
your knuckles tap against her door, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you wait for her to answer the door. you swallow back the lump in your throats that’s been building up over the week. what did you do? why is she ignoring you out of nowhere?
the door creaks open after what feels like forever. you force on a smile and straighten up. “hi, can,” you clear your throat. “can i come in.?” you ask quietly.
violets grip around the door tightens slightly and she looks to the floor. “i don’t think that’s a good idea.” she mutters.
your smile falls a little and you take a breath. “c’mon, please.? i.. i’m sorry. i don’t know what i did. i don’t want you to be upset with me. tell me what i did please. i won’t do it again. please, vi, i miss you.” you say, voice wavering just a little.
violet looks back up at you, “hey it doesn’t matter, okay? we’re fine.” you shake your head. “but we’re not. you’ve been avoiding me for.. forever. i’ve tried talking to you and you just seem.. disinterested. is that it? do you not.. like me anymore? because if you don’t just tell me-“ your voice cracks slightly.
“what.? no i do- it’s.. you seem pretty occupied with louis. thought id give the two of you some space. didn’t know people shared their partners.” she says, her tone bitter.
your eyes turn glossy, and you shake your head again. you take a step closer to her. “vi, no! god, nono. i don’t.. i want you, not him! don’t ever think otherwise, i wouldn’t like.. string you along if i didn’t like you. i swear.” you blurt out, taking another step closer to her.
violet finally lets you in. she grabs your wrist and pulls you into her dorm. she closes the door behind you. “you swear?” you nod desperately and cup her face gently.
“i swear. i promise. please just stop ignoring me.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to her nose. “ ‘m sorry. i’m sorry.” you repeat over and over.
violet finally cracks a small smile and she grabs your wrists gently. “we’re okay. we’re fine, okay? ‘m sorry for worrying you.” she whispers, pecking your lips. you let go of her face and hug her, wrapping your arms around her neck and her arms around your waist.
after a few minutes, you break the silence. “i didn’t know you could get jealous.” you tease quietly. violet rolls her eyes and kisses your temple. “haha.” she responds sarcastically. “thought you were just mad at me.”
“i could never be mad at you.” she mutters, holding you a little tighter.
moonlight (requested!)
talia al ghul x wife!reader
mentions: 1k event, wlw, fluff, i love talia al ghul
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tonight felt softer, quieter— which was rare, considering your affiliation with the league. more specifically, your marriage to their heir
the balcony doors were open as the faint hum of the city from below was heard. you just stood there, wrapped in one of talia’s silk robes and watching the skyline blur into the horizon. the night felt still, and it felt right
“you’re awake later than usual” a voice was heard from behind you. it was a voice you could recognize from anywhere— smooth, controlled but with something warm that was only reserved for you, only you
you turned around, smiling faintly from the sight of your wife. “couldn’t sleep” you admitted, watching talia fully step into the room. the combat gear she’d always wear was off, dressed in something casual and comfortable
“you should have called for me” she spoke, crossing the room towards you. and that made you raise an eyebrow. “you were working”
“and you are my priority.” no hesitation or dramatics to her immediate answer, just a fact. because it was— you were, are, and will forever be her priority. you huffed quietly before commenting. “you say that like its obvious.”
“it is”
she stopped in front of you, her hand coming up to gently brush a loose strand of hair from your face— the same hands that had killed and were stained with blood somehow had the space to be gentle
“you forget” talia murmured, her eyes going up to meet yours. “i chose you.” her hand now cupped the side of your face before her voice softened. “and i’d choose you again, in every lifetime”
your smile softened, instinctively leaning more onto her touch with your gaze warm on hers. you had no idea the things talia would do for you just to see that smile of yours forever and ever
slowly, you leaned in for a kiss. it was soft, warm, just like your gaze. and talia did not hesitate— she met you halfway, one hand still cradling your face with the other sliding at your waist, pulling you closer. something soft like your lips should feel foreign to someone like her, and that’s what made her addicted
when both of you slowly pulled back, your forehead rested against hers as her thumb brushed lightly along your cheek. due to the close proximity, you saw how talia’s eyes— under the gentle, soft gaze that she’d always give you— looked tired
“you look tired”
“i am”
"then sleep”
“not without you”
then, she slowly pulled her head back and slid her hand from your face to your hand, curling her fingers in between yours. “come” she said, and you didn’t argue. instead, you allowed her to lead you to your shared bed
and once you laid down, talia pulled you closer with one arm going back around your waist. the gesture was deliberate and firm, almost protective. you let yourself melt into her, laying your face in her chest as you felt her other hand gently run her fingers through your hair
this was what talia needed-- coming back home after a long day to embrace her wife, to put the walls of expectations down and just be her around you. and soon, she kissed the top of your head before settling in and giving in to the sleep, with you in her arms
to the world, she was the daughter of the demon’s head. to you, she was yours-- for as long as she'll live
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