#lok bolin

[giantrubbermako]

those are her turtleducklings your honour

[oleleoku]

How the hell did the guards not spot those fucking neon Pikachu

[silver-inked-quill]

Hey can I request something for my boy Bolin?

I would really like to see how he would be with a girlfriend on her period.

He strikes me as the kind of guy that, at first, is just like scrambling around like a chicken with its head cut off. But after a couple of months, he has your period kit ready before it even comes.

Sorry if this was too much 😅😅

***

You knew your period was coming the second you woke up with that dull, twisting ache in your stomach.

By the time afternoon rolled around, the cramps had sharpened, your back hurt, and every little thing felt irritating in a way that made no logical sense. So when Bolin bounced into the apartment carrying groceries and nearly sang your name, you just groaned and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself.

He stopped mid-step.

“Whoa,” he said, setting the bags down. “That sounded bad. Are you okay?”

You squinted at him from the couch. “Do I look okay?”

Bolin hurried over, concern replacing his usual grin in an instant. “No. Definitely no. What happened? Are you sick? Did you get hurt? Did someone do something? Because I can absolutely—”

“Bolin.”

He stopped.

“It’s just my period.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

A pause.

Then, cautiously, “Okay. That’s... the monthly thing.”

You stared at him.

He lifted a finger. “I know more than that. Probably.”

Despite the pain, a laugh slipped out of you. “That is not reassuring.”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” he admitted.

You shifted, trying and failing to get comfortable. Bolin noticed immediately, his face softening.

“Hey,” he said, crouching by the couch, “what do you need?”

You let your head fall back against the cushion. “Something warm. Painkillers. Maybe tea.”

He nodded with sudden determination. “Done. I’m on it.”

The first time Bolin handled your period, it was chaos.

He returned with painkillers, tea that was definitely too sweet, a hot water bottle wrapped in three towels, two kinds of noodles, chocolate, dried fruit, and—somehow—a little stuffed platypus-bear.

You frowned at the toy. “What is that for?”

He held it out to you solemnly. “Emotional support.”

You stared at him for a second, then laughed hard enough to regret it immediately.

“Ow—okay, don’t make me laugh.”

“Sorry! Sorry.” He looked genuinely distressed. “I’m still learning.”

That much was obvious.

But Bolin stayed with you the whole evening, adjusting the blanket when it slipped, handing you tea before you asked, and rubbing your back with clumsy but well-meaning circles whenever the cramps got especially bad.

That had been months ago.

Now, he was better at it than you were.

You came home one evening feeling off in the way you always did the day before it started—heavy, tired, annoyed at nothing. You barely got the door shut behind you before Bolin looked up from where he was sitting on the floor with Pabu in his lap.

He took one look at your face and said, “Your period’s about to start.”

You stopped in the middle of taking your shoes off. “Excuse me?”

Bolin’s eyes widened, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“I just meant—uh—I noticed—”

“You noticed.”

He stood, carefully setting Pabu aside. “Please don’t be mad.”

You crossed your arms. “Why would I be mad?”

“Because maybe it’s weird that I can tell.”

You watched him squirm for another second before asking, “How can you tell?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “You get quieter. And you have this look on your face like if one person says something stupid, you might throw them into Yue Bay.”

You considered that. “That’s fair.”

His shoulders dropped in relief. “Okay, good.”

Then his expression brightened. “Wait here.”

Before you could answer, he darted into the bathroom and came back with a small basket.

You blinked.

Inside were pads, painkillers, your favorite tea, a heating pad, ginger candies, dark chocolate, and the fuzzy socks you’d thought you’d lost weeks ago.

You looked up at him slowly. “Bolin.”

He suddenly seemed very interested in the wall behind you. “I made you a period kit.”

“You made me a period kit.”

“Yeah.” His voice turned sheepish. “You always seem miserable when it sneaks up on you, so I thought maybe if everything was already together, it’d make things easier.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say.

It was such a Bolin thing to do—sweet and practical and just earnest enough to make your chest ache in a completely different way.

“You are ridiculous,” you said softly.

His face fell. “Bad ridiculous?”

You reached for the basket, then for his wrist, tugging him closer. “No. Sweet ridiculous.”

His grin came back instantly. “Oh. Good. I like being that kind.”

You guided him down onto the couch beside you and leaned into his side. Almost automatically, his arm settled around your shoulders.

“I also,” he said carefully, “sort of know when it’s due now.”

You tilted your head up. “You what?”

He raised both hands. “Not in a creepy way. In a helpful way! You said once that you hated being caught off guard, so I started counting the days.”

You stared at him.

Then you laughed, softer this time.

“Bolin,” you said, “are you tracking my cycle?”

He winced. “When you say it like that, it sounds alarming.”

“It is a little alarming.”

“I can stop.”

You looked at the basket again. At the heating pad. The tea. The chocolate. The socks.

Then you shook your head. “No. Don’t stop.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Really.”

He beamed, then reached for your hand and squeezed it gently.

“Good,” he said. “Because I was thinking I could give you a heads-up next time. Like, ‘Hey, y/n, your body may betray you within the next forty-eight hours, so I brought snacks.’”

You laughed and leaned against him again, closing your eyes.

“That is such a weirdly specific act of love.”

Bolin went quiet for a second.

Then, softer than before, he said, “Well... yeah. I love you. So I want to help.”

The words settled warm in your chest, making something in you unclench.

You turned your face into his shoulder, smiling despite the ache in your stomach. “Then help by staying right here.”

Bolin pressed a kiss to the top of your head without hesitation. “Easy. That’s the part I’m best at.”

And when the cramps came in full later that night, he was ready before you even had to ask.

***

[magewritesstories]

nobody understands my type the way the creators of avatar did.

'cause you got badass women who can and will fuck you up if need be:

and loser boys with akward rizz and nerd energy:

(jet and makko are anomalies we don't talk about them)

[lying-on-floors]

More TLOK as text posts

Hey guys, I'm glad you're enjoying these! It's totally okay if you repost these btw, but I would greatly appreciate it if you guys credit me for them. Just an fyi <3 :)

[hadesisqueer]

"Why did everyone in Korra's team Avatar have a crush on her" you are not immune to beautiful girl with pretty blue eyes and big muscles.

"Why did both Yun and Rangi both have a crush on Kyoshi when she was still just a servant" you are not immune to beautiful 6'7" tall girl with freckles.

Also their personalities.

Also they're the Avatar. Roku said it, being the Avatar doesn't hurt your chances with the ladies. Or with the men. Anyone really.

[chamgui-kth]

[tsumuus]

just a little bolin drabble thats been sitting in my drafts <3

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft scratching of your pen against paper and the occasional rustle of documents as you sifted through them. The soft glow of a lamp bathed the room in a warm, golden light, casting long shadows across the walls. Mako had gone to bed hours ago, and you were the only one still awake, pouring over the endless tasks that came with managing a pro-bending team.

The Fire Ferrets had a match in just a few days, and there were still so many loose ends to tie up. You were used to it by now, having taken on the role of unofficial manager for the brothers. You’d known Mako and Bolin since you were all kids, and when they’d started chasing their dreams of becoming pro-bending champions, you’d been there every step of the way, helping however you could.

You rubbed your tired eyes and leaned back in your chair, taking a deep breath. The work never seemed to end, but you didn’t mind. This was your way of helping, of supporting the boys who had become like family to you.

The front door creaked open, and you looked up, surprised to see Bolin slipping inside, his steps quiet as he tried not to wake Mako. His eyes widened when he saw you still up, papers strewn across the table in front of you.

“yn? What are you still doing up?” Bolin whispered, crossing the room to you, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief.

“Just finishing up some last-minute things for the match,” you replied with a tired smile. “I didn’t expect you to be out so late.”

Bolin shook his head, his brows furrowing as he took in the sight of you, clearly exhausted but still working tirelessly for him and his brother. “You’re too kind to us, you know that? You shouldn’t be overworking yourself like this.”

You laughed softly, waving him off. “You two would be lost without me. Besides, nothing you do could drive me away. I love you both too much.”

Bolin’s smile, bright and full of the warmth you adored, faltered ever so slightly, his eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite place. You noticed the shift immediately, concern replacing your playful demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, setting your pen down. “You look tired. You should get some sleep. You need to stay healthy for the match.”

Bolin hesitated, his eyes flicking away from yours for a moment before he took a deep breath and looked back at you, something serious in his gaze. “It’s not that.”

You frowned, confused by his sudden change in mood. “What then?”

“It’s… it’s you.”

You blinked, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between you. “Me? What do you mean? Oh, I mean, it is late. I should probably head home, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“No, not that,” Bolin said quickly, shaking his head. He looked almost pained now, his hands fidgeting at his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“Bolin, what’s going on? You’re starting to worry me,” you said, your voice gentle, trying to coax whatever was bothering him out into the open.

He bit his lip, eyes searching yours as if looking for something- permission, reassurance, anything that would make what he was about to do less terrifying. “Please don’t hate me after this.”

“Hate you? Bolin, I could never hate you-”

Before you could finish, Bolin took a step forward, his hands cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours in a sudden, desperate kiss.

For a moment, you were too shocked to react, your mind trying to process the fact that Bolin- sweet, kind Bolin- was kissing you. But then, just as quickly as it had begun, he pulled away, his eyes wide with panic as he realized what he’d done.

“Oh no, oh spirits, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that- I shouldn’t have- ” Bolin’s words tumbled out, frantic and filled with regret, but before he could spiral any further, you silenced him by leaning in and kissing him back.

This time, the kiss was slow, deliberate, as if you were trying to convey something in the way your lips moved against his. When you finally pulled away, Bolin was staring at you, completely stunned, his mouth slightly open as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“I… I have to go home,” you murmured, the reality of what you’d just done hitting you all at once. You stood up quickly, gathering your things with shaking hands, your mind racing.

“Wait- yn-” Bolin started, but you were already moving towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Goodnight, Bolin,” you said softly, giving him one last look before you slipped out of the apartment, leaving him standing there, frozen in place, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

As you walked home, the cool night air brushed against your skin, grounding you as your thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of confusion and excitement. Everything had changed in an instant, and your heart was still racing from the unexpected kiss. You didn’t know what this would mean for you and Bolin, or even for your friendship, but you couldn’t deny the warmth that had settled in your chest. The future felt uncertain, but instead of fear, there was a flicker of hope- a possibility that this unexpected turn might lead to something new, something beautiful. For now, you let that hope carry you through the quiet streets, your mind replaying the moment that had just altered everything.

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a/n bolin i legit my husband guys i cant😫 this has been sitting in my drafts for so long i just never knew if i wanted to post it or not bc idrk how i feel about it lolz but here yall go lol. idk if any of y'all are lok fans like me but i wanna write more for bolin, and other atla and lok characters