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Post Any sentence from your wip
From the Anamchara WIP that I will finish eventually and post to AO3 (eh, more than one sentence):
“Jack, please, I’m okay —” Her words cut off as pain tore through her body. The phone clattered to the ground. Lena pressed her hand against her heart, the tattoo like a blazing furnace.
♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP:
This is a scene I ultimately never included in Unraveling Realities because it wasn't really relevant to the plot, and I decided to adjust the timeline so that Kara didn't have to go off Super-ing while Nia and Lena waited for her return to continue the Great Irish Quest.
In fact, here it is for your enjoyment:
Lena sits atop the hill where the cave entrance is, while she calculates the energy necessary to create a sphere that somehow deflects all objects. She recognizes this is a futile exercise, but it’s much better than panicking over something she can’t control.
The sun has already set, the sky a deep black tinged with violet, the horizon to the west a glow of red and orange, and stars have started to show. The moon's light reflects off the ocean waves in a shimmer. It’s distracting her, so she closes her eyes to try to focus on her calculations.
She comes to the conclusion that the required energy for her sphere simply is unfeasible. The problem mostly lies in making the light somehow see-through and able to deflect objects. This would require a molecular structure beyond anything she’s seen on earth. Perhaps the Nth metal could assist, but it isn’t see through. White Dwarf glass? Not flexible enough.
“Are you meditating or something?” Nia says.
Lena opens her eyes to see the woman drop into the grass next to her with a bag of chips. Food left over from their picnic lunch, which meant Kara hasn’t returned yet from her scavenging for their ‘big dinner’ as the super put it. “No. I’m calculating the parameters of my energy sphere. What I’d require to create one for others without the need for ridiculous reality-bending ‘magic.’” She makes quotes in the air when she says the annoying word.
“By sitting there with your eyes closed?” Nia stares at her. “Are you doing math in your head?”
“Yes?” Lena frowns. “I often do so.”
“In your head?” This seems to blow Nia’s mind for some absurd reason.
“Yes?” Lena crosses her arms. “It’s not that unusual.”
“You and Brainy,” Nia shakes her head, “it is totally. But okay. So you calculate stuff in your head. But why? Wouldn’t it be easier to just call up your magic sphere?”
Lena huffs. “Stop calling it that. And it’s not a feasible solution. What if I’m incapacitated?” When Nia opens her mouth to answer, she quickly heads it off. “Rhetorical question. Besides, there must be a limit to this energy. I cannot draw on it perpetually.” She taps her fingers against her knee and mentally reviews the laws of thermodynamics. “Nor can I create it from nothing. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Breaks physics if so. Maybe its a pocket dimension?”
“So you can’t just accept it.” Nia pops a chip into her mouth, amused. “You gotta pry it apart and quantify it.”
Lena crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m a scientist, Nia. This… energy manipulation must have underlying proprieties, and I will find them.”
“Okay.” Nia shrugs. “What about my powers? They seem like magic to me. All that loopy energy I can shoot. Oh and walking in people’s memories? Dreaming true dreams? Are you going to make a science theory for that too?”
The thought intrigues her. “I could…”
“I’m just joking!” Nia laughs. Her fingers crinkle the bag, but her gaze shows interest, despite her words. Lena takes that as an opportunity for a lesson in physics.
“I mean, there must be a fundamental property underlying your powers.” Lena leans her arms against her knees. “Isn’t it related to a dream dimension?”
“Oh, yeah, to an extent.”
“How do you pull energy from that dimension?” Lena leans forward, eagerly going through possibilities in her mind.
“Uh, it’s unconscious. I just do it?” Nia frowns. “I do know that the true dreams are in that dream dimension. There’s symbols and imagery with a wealth of info. Trying to untangle it is enough to give me headaches sometimes.”
Huh. Lena adjusts her hypotheses with that tidbit. “So you dream yourself into that dimension? And pull data from it to see the future?”
“I guess?” Nia shrugs. “It’s not like I was taught the physics of it. Only basics. Brainy has gotten me up to speed with how to interpret what I see. Sometimes it’s pretty obvious, but other times it’s a confusing tangle of symbols.”
Lena’s mind races through the possibilities, while struggling to find a way to parse it for Nia to understand. “You know about electric fields, right?” When Nia nods, Lena continues. “On a quantum level, there’s probability fields. Until we measure something, a particle exists in all possible states. I suspect the dream dimension is just like that. It stores probable outcomes to various situations. You pull energy from that dimension when you shoot ‘loopy energy.’” She makes the quotes again around Nia’s term for her power. “For true dreams, perhaps your mind enters the dream dimension, pulls the most likely outcomes of an event, and translates it for your brain to perceive. The symbols and imagery likely is that translation.”
Nia stares at her, her chip halfway to her mouth. “I think I understand half of that.”
Lena sighs. “I was trying to make it accessible too.”
“Well, since you explained my powers. What about Kara’s?” Nia grins. “I bet that will be way harder.”
Lena shakes her head. “I already drafted a sixty-two page theorem on the physics of Kryptonian powers under a yellow sun. I had to add an addendum when I found out that those powers get more intense under higher energy stars, and then another addendum for unusual star spectra that depowers them.”
“Seriously? Color me impressed.” Nia whistles. “What made you do that though?”
Lena shrugs. “Boredom.”
“And you’re explaining my powers right now out of boredom? Or…” Nia leans forward, her hazel eyes roving over Lena’s face. “Distracting yourself from panicking?”
Lena winces. “Latter.”
“Well, you’re doing a damn good job. I think I learned more from you than I did in my science courses. I admit, I really like your probability explanation. Makes it seem like I'm sorting through the guts of reality to pull out information.” Nia holds out her bag of chips.
Reluctantly, Lena takes a handful, despite not being very hungry. In fact, she hasn’t had an appetite all day, and only ate because Kara and Nia both insisted she do so.
“Science education in America could be improved,” Lena agrees. She crunches a chip and sighs. “As fun as it is to posit these theories, it doesn’t erase the reality that I have no fucking clue how this energy manipulation I’m doing works. I do have some theories on how it could have been bound, but it likely won't align with what I wish reality could be.” She stifles a sigh and rubs her right eyebrow.
“Maybe Flo will answer all that?” Nia crunches another chip.
“Flo?” Lena frowns. "Her name is Florence."
“I know. Thought it'd be a cool nickname. Oh hey! Kara’s back!” Nia perks up with a wave.
🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?
Answered already. :) The Star Wars crossover with Korrasami and Supercorp.
🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?
Supercorp: 2
Rojarias: 1
Korrasami: 1 - 2 (one is on hiatus tho)
🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
For the Korrasami Book 3.5, it's a scene that is a jump in time but I can't sort out how long of a jump and how much physical therapy will have improved the mobility of Korra and Asami. Also, I need Asami to return to Republic City for a few dramatic scenes, but Katara does not trust Asami right now due to the shit she pulled when she was supposed to be recovering with Kya in Republic City.
For Unraveling Realities, I'm a little stuck on Kara's realization that the DEO might actually be the Bad Guys, but how to reckon with the fact Alex leads it. How does that impact their sisterhood? Will it push Alex to leave the DEO? If she does, will the DEO turn into an even worse entity? It's a scene that will take place during their sister's night (after Kara and Lena's date night), and I've been just all over the place with it. I have a vision for this arc, but trying to iron out the details is giving me trouble.
A.K.A. dialogue is sometimes hard.
Thanks for the ask! :D
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“Why are you unshackling me?” The Southern Water Tribe slave gleaned with suspicion. Her Azure eyes never leaving the bright emerald ones of the woman who would now be her mistress.
“Do you want to stay shackled?” Lady Asami asked incredulously. The slave glowered before lowering her head. An act of defiance. Asami sighed.
“Because I am not yet Queen, I cannot stop my father and his barbaric rule. Instead, I do what I can to make the slaves under my direct jurisdiction comfortable.
“How generous of you.” The slave spat.
Asami regarded the woman. “What is your name?”
When the Southern Water Tribe woman did not answer, Asami sighed and stepped closer until there was scarcely any room left between them. The woman, fierce as she was, trembled as she felt the Lady’s breath on her neck. Suddenly, the slave found herself being forced to look at her mistress as Asami deftly lifted her chin with only a finger.
“I asked you your name.”
“Korra,” the slave breathed. Asami’s eyes flickered at the name, but then smiled alluringly. All of the anger she felt had drifted away and was replaced with a new and unfamiliar feeling. She felt dizzy as Lady Asami’s lips practically ghosted her own.
“There now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Fuck you.” Korra breathed.
“Not with that attitude,” Lady Asami said cheekily as she moved away from Korra. “Oh, and you will refer to me as mistress.”
There was a fire in Korra’s eyes. She looked ready to rip the Lady Asami’s head clean off, but then she stilled herself. She had given her real name and scarcely got a response from the other woman. Korra could not tell if she knew who she was and decided to hold that knowledge close to her, lest she use it to her advantage….
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here you go, @nuts-for-legumes!! i hope you have an amazing christmas :D
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im back asking for fic recs
good korrasami fics anyone? 🥰🥰
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The Best Makeover is Together
Another drabble from the prompts I was given in the Discord I belong too. I hope you enjoy it.
Just after sundown, Korra strode into Asami’s home office wearing work gloves, covered in dust, with a smile. “Here is the latest receipt for construction materials. It’s for the special glue to tile the roof,” she said as she handed her wife a small piece of paper. Asami looked up, then looked at the paper, her eyes widened and then she sighed. Korra immediately knew something was wrong. “May I sit?” she asked.
Asami nodded. “I’ll just add this to the rest of the costs. If my calculator had a history, it would be more embarrassing than my browser history,” Asami stated
.“Do you think we are spending too much renovating that old place? I know it’s not for us but Ikki and her girlfriend still wanted to live on Air Temple Island without living in the dorms.”
“It’s not the cost, Korra. We have the money. It’s just I barely get a chance to see you anymore between your Avatar duties and the fact that you are helping out with the house improvements. You seem never to be home. I miss you!”
Korra stood and then walked around to the other side of Asami’s desk. Korra turned the office chair so she could look her wife in the eyes. She removed her gloves, cupped her hands onto Asami’s cheeks and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Asami’s eyes began to lid as Korra pressed into her lips. Once the kiss was finished, the wives rested their foreheads on each other.
Korra began, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize I was neglecting you. We can hire workmen instead. Then I can spend more time with you.”
Asami responded, “There’s no need to hire contractors. We knew it would be difficult when we got together. We both have very busy lives. We can talk about this until the cows come home but we both know this will never change. But I still want us to make time to be together.”
“I want that too. I always have.”
“I know sweetheart but we both have to make more of an effort.”
While the conversation paused for a moment, the couple both felt guilty. It was obvious to each of them that more energy would be required to keep their relationship afloat.
Then Asami spoke again, “How about instead of heading to Future Industries tomorrow, I come to the island with you and help with the building construction? That way we can spend the day together. Besides it will be the first time I have ever seen the place.”
“You’d really do that?”
“Of course, I would, I love you and Ikki is part of the family. Helping out family is what we do.”
“You’re already helping out by paying a bunch of the bills,” Korra remarked.
“The excess money we have is being used for all kinds of good things. Assisting Ikki and her girlfriend is just another thing. Let’s order some supper and we can catch up with each other.”
The next morning, after taking the FI speed boat to the island, the couple walked into the old house. There were assorted piles of wood, nails, tiles, and buckets of paint all stashed inside the door. Asami gave a low whistle as she entered, “This place really does look like a money pit. Okay, what can I help with first?”
“Could you please move those tiles into the bedroom at the back? I am headed up into the rafters. I’ll need them later.”
“Be careful up there,” Asami stated. She lifted a box of tiles and took them to the back bedroom. She heard Korra ascend into the ceiling. Once Asami put the tiles down on the floor, she could see a large hole above her and she saw her wife spreading some kind of purple material around the gap. Asami called out, “Korra, why is there grape jelly leaking out the hole in the roof?”
Korra called back, “That’s the special glue to tile the roof. It’s the receipt I gave you yesterday.”
Fin
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Need korrasami fics right now PLS IM DYING
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BK4 Canon Diverse II
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Whatever Korra’s plan was for when she reached Republic City, it did not include learning how to change diapers. She followed Asami down the Sato Estate hallway, having met her in Yumiko’s room. It turned out that having Korra’s scent around the pup helped calm her down, and Asami would not miss any opportunity to slow down her 200-volt pup—which she wished could be Korra’s fault, but Asami had not been the easiest of kids. Yumiko wiggled in Asami’s lap, her eyes slowly blinking back at Korra, her chubby legs kicking out.
"Do you want to learn something new, Avatar?" Asami opened the nursery door with her hips, her grip on Yumiko tightening while her legs increased their kicking rhythm. Korra had missed that smirk forming on her lips.
"Sleep!" Yumiko complained, but at the same time Asami knew she wouldn't sleep for another second this morning.
"No, sweetie, it’s breakfast time," Asami said in a motherly tone, laying her daughter on the changing table. From the doorway, Korra saw the Future Industries logo on the polished wood. Had Asami created an entire line of baby furniture just for Yumiko?
"Pancakes! Coco pancakes!" Yumiko clapped her hands, and when Asami removed her diaper, Korra wanted to think about anything but chocolate.
Asami turned, placing one hand over Yumiko’s chest. "Do you remember what I told you?" she asked Korra, whose brow furrowed in concentration.
How could something so small poop that much?
"Korra?"
"Yes, yes!" Korra was ready to respond. She was the Avatar. She could deal with a dirty diaper.
"Good. You can clean her up while I prepare breakfast."
"Pancakes!" Yumiko repeated for emphasis, her legs moving in the air. Korra cringed.
Asami couldn’t suppress her smile as she left the nursery. She watched as Korra gingerly removed the offending diaper from Yumiko, throwing it in the right basket—without airbending, like Asami had made her promise. Asami watched the Avatar’s strong muscles twitch as Yumiko wriggled her naked legs in the air. Serves her good, she thought. It was a small revenge after Korra left her for three years.
"Okay. I suppose you can’t help me here, right?"
Yumiko blinked her icy blue eyes at Korra, her chubby hands in the air. "Pancakes! Hurry!" Her little legs tried to join her hands, and Korra took a deep breath. She almost gagged, regretting the action right away.
"Right. Swipe from the front to the back. Will your mom be mad if I use waterbending?"
"Pan-cakes!"
"I think that’s a no." Korra knew there was a bathroom in the room, and one look at her side showed the sink. She bent the metal and floated a blob of water. Yumiko followed the water with attention, her plump lips parting. "You like water, don’t you? "Perhaps you'll be a waterbender. There's a good chance," Korra said to her daughter, bending the water in small amounts from front to back. "Do you like that? "Maybe you’ll be a waterbender." Korra guided the soiled water back to the bathroom and into the toilet (and she hoped she hadn’t missed it). She got a clean, damp tissue to finish her job.
"Water. Waterben." Yumiko tested the word, her lips clasping around each syllable. Korra used the tissue and then moved on to the baby powder phase.
"‘You need to be careful not to let anything dirty near her vagina’, blah, blah, like I couldn't handle this." Korra mimicked Asami’s voice, and after only two tries, she tied up the clean diaper around Yumiko’s pot belly. "Perfect," she complimented herself, lifting Yumiko and making sure the diaper didn’t fall.
"‘Gina," Yumiko said happily, clapping her hands. Korra’s eyes widened, and she settled Yumiko down again.
"No, no. Go back to pancakes."
"Va-gina! ‘Gina!" She repeated, proud of herself for learning a new word.
"No!" Korra’s frown made Yumiko laugh harder. "Pan-cakes. Pancakes."
"Pancakes?" Her bright eyes blinked in excitement, and she extended her hands so Korra could lift her.
"Yeah, pancakes," Korra said, relieved.
Korra strolled down the mansion stairs, finding Asami alone in the kitchen. A few pancakes were ready on the table, and Asami hummed a tuneless song while she prepared more.
"Mommy!" Yumiko smiled at Asami, who blew a kiss at her daughter while Korra sat her in the high chair.
"Was that okay?" Asami asked. She turned off the stove and brought more food to the table.
"Yeah, I told you it would be fine." Korra smirked, proud of herself. She tried really hard not to stare at Asami’s cleavage as she leaned down to kiss Yumiko’s puffy cheeks. Asami had accepted Korra back into her life as Yumiko’s sire, but what the alpha really wanted was to be Asami’s mate.
One thing at a time, though.
"Did you clean everything?" Asami’s brow arched in question, and Korra nodded, quick to reply.
"Perfectly."
Asami pursed her lips, analyzing Korra’s expression.
"You used waterbending, didn’t you?"
"Maybe a little?" Korra blushed, scratching the back of her head, and sat next to Yumiko.
"Waterben!" Yumiko squealed, angry that the attention had shifted away from her.
Asami leaned down to place another kiss on Yumiko’s face. "Do you think she’ll be a bender?"
"I don’t know. I could use energybending to see if—"
"There's no need for that," Asami interrupted."If she’s a bender, she’ll start bending soon, won’t she?"
Korra didn’t meet her eyes. "Yeah."
Asami took a deep breath. She served herself a pancake on a colorful plastic plate and started to cut it into small pieces, her knife sharp and fast.
"I can help her if she’s a bender," Korra offered, unsure why Asami had become defensive. "She’s my daughter, so the chances are quite high."
"I know that." Asami placed the plate in front of Yumiko, who dug in immediately. "Let’s worry about that if we need to." Korra served a plate for Asami and helped herself to a healthy portion. Yumiko finished her breakfast and patted her plate, asking for more. Korra used her fork and helped Yumiko with one of her own pieces.
"Maybe we could go to the park today," Asami said between bites. "What do you think, Yumiko?"
Yumiko, who was too focused on chewing a big piece of pancake, looked up at the sound of her name. Part of the pancake she was chewing fell on her blouse.
"The park, Yumiko. Do you want to go?"
"Park! Naga?"
"Of course, darling." Asami patted Yumiko’s dark hair. Naga had been a constant in their lives since Korra disappeared. She had come back from the South waiting for the Avatar and ended up living in the Air Temple. The polar-bear-dog recognized Korra’s scent on Yumiko the first time she saw the baby, and had been a good, big, fluffy friend to the girl since.
They finished eating in relative silence, Yumiko’s quiet arguments with herself being the only sounds. Korra helped her daughter finish, cutting the pancakes into smaller pieces this time. When Yumiko was done, Asami kissed her cheek. Korra got the empty plates and brought them to the sink.
"Kiss," Yumiko said, her chubby finger pointing at Korra.
"Does she want a kiss?" Korra asked, already leaning down to kiss her daughter.
"No!" The baby frowned, now pointed at Asami. "End food, kiss!"
Korra stood upright, turning to see Asami blushing while Yumiko continued to argue. "No kiss for food?"
"I kiss her cheek whenever she finishes a meal to encourage her when it’s not always pancakes," Asami explained, a blush creeping up her neck. Korra nodded, kissing her daughter's hair, her cheeks warm.
"Kiss?" Yumiko’s lips trembled, her eyes brimming with tears.
"She gets a kiss too, if she wants," Asami completed, and she looked up at the woman who once promised her the world. Korra sat in the chair next to her, in front of their daughter, and smiled.
"Korra wants," she said, and Asami giggled, and Yumiko did it too, just because. Blushing, Asami pecked Korra’s tanned cheek. It was a quick kiss; Asami’s lips did not linger. They flushed at the kind, almost playful gesture, and Yumiko clapped her hands.
It was their first kiss in three years.
Clearing her throat, Asami turned to Yumiko again. "And what else do you want to do today, Yumi?"
Yumiko mumbled incoherently to herself, her eyes fixed on her hands. Korra hadn’t looked anywhere but at Asami since the kiss, but her head shot to Yumiko at her next word.
"Va-gina!"
Asami blinked. "What?"
"Va-gina, va-gina, va-gina..." Yumiko entered in a loop, and Korra’s face felt hot.
"Korra?" Asami didn’t look at the alpha, watching as her daughter chanted the learned word. "Care to explain?" Korra buried her face in her arms, a booming laugh growing in her chest. Asami blushed deeper at the muffled sounds of Korra’s laughter.
"You will be the one explaining it in the company’s daycare." Asami herself couldn't suppress a smile, and tried to make Yumiko say anything else that didn’t involve a sexual organ.
"Wait, what?" Korra seemed to have controlled her breathing, finally looking up at Asami.
"I said the Avatar will have to explain this—" Asami pointed to Yumiko, who mumbled ‘vagina’ between a set of new words, "—to the daycare center." Yumiko giggled the same way Asami did and threw her hands in the air.
"‘Gina!"
Asami winked at Korra. "Good luck with that."
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When I write it's hard for me to write about Korra's saddest moments because I always end up crying with her and my eyes get all blurry and red. At the end I have to give up on what I'm writing.
This is going to be hard...
-confessions about 'Only three years'
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just posted my piece for the When Water Met Electricity fanzine! (late, as usual... >_>)
it’s been so long since i wrote for the girls
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meeee
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"Korra was on her back, legs up and elbows propped. Somehow Sato had managed to fall directly in between Korra's legs, and her hands, which were thrust out to stop her fall, were now resting on Korra's breasts"
Sato, #22, Shooting Guard by MidoriAkiko, 2015.
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So, I wanted to show an art commission from heymrdeath for my fic, The Demon Lord and The Demon Queen. And it's soo awesome. I'm so happy with this.
Also, check out @heymrdeath 's works, they're great!🤩
Also, forgive me if the formatting of this post is awkward. I don't know much about how Tumblr works.😬
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Hey everyone! This is an update of sorts. For everyone who reads my stuff on Ao3, I took an unintentional hiatus because life started life-ing. I got a little wrapped up in my college courses and after a three month stint in Tokyo studying abroad, I got accepted to an art school, but unfortunately even with student loans, grants and scholarships, I couldn’t pay for tuition. That resulted in losing my home, my schooling, and a relationship, my spark for creating anything kinda died. And despite wanting to finish my fics and having a million other ideas, I still couldn’t do it. But I’m in a better place now and I plan on re-writing Quiet Nights and trying to publish more. Honestly Korrasami fanfic writers helped keep me going. And I’m really ready to start writing again.
So look out for updates from me in the near future! And as always thank you for supporting me by reading my stuff!
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Jealous or Attracted? | KorrAsami x Reader Headcanons
���┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of you figuring out your feelings for KorrAsami.
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Use of Y/n, Cursing, Not Proofread, Second POV, Lowercase Intended
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
(A/N): Requests are open for KorrAsami x Readers! Just check out my request rules before submitting! Request Rules!
– when you first met KorrAsami, they were dating each other.
– you already knew of Korra with her being the Avatar and everything and for Asami, you knew of her but only because of the drama that went down with her dad and Future Industries.
– you can't exactly remember how you met them, but you vaguely remember a party and Bolin, your closest friend, dragging you to it and insisting that you meet the rest of the Krew.
– Also, the fact that they call each other the "Krew" was so cute to you, you wanted in.
– and so there you saw Korra and Asami dressed in their best party wear, holding glasses of colored clear liquid and giggling with each other.
– At first, your stomach fizzed with butterflies but you assumed that was your jitters
– you didn't think the butterflies was because the two of them looked good enough to make your knees shake or your face burn. no, not at all!
– why would it anyways? You couldn't be attracted to a couple. that's weird. Like licking a flagpole and drinking a smoothie made of grass and boiled egg yolks. That's weird.
– and you weren't weird. (or at least not that weird).
– anyways, as the party went on, you got to know the two more.
– you got to know that Korra's a bit goofy and playful, that she isn't always the stubborn and hotheaded Avatar everyone knows her to be and you also figured out that Asami made her very shy, very easily.
– with how she acted towards the general public and threats, you thought Korra would be the one to make her significant other shy with flirts and cocky sentences, but it turns out that Asami was the one to. and she wasn't even flirting.
– Asami would give one smile and quip to Korra and the Avatar would melt like ice cream on a hot summer's day. It was cute, honestly but also made you ick on the inside.
– you didn't know why. you had nothing against the two and PDA, but seeing them flirt with each other gave you a certain pang in your chest.
– after the party's events, you found yourself getting closer and closer to the "Krew".
– you weren't close enough to consider yourself a part of Team Avatar but enough to be considered Team Avatar's friend.
– when you hung out with the Krew, you would linger around KorrAsami. Wherever they went, you went.
– Bolin teased you about this, naturally, being your best friend and all, but you denied the allegations he tried to make.
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"You have a crush on them!"
"Please, I do not. I'm hanging out with them because i want to get to know them more. That's all."
"But you even laugh at their jokes. You never laugh at Mako's and I's."
"That's because you and Mako aren't funny."
"And Korra and Asami are?"
"Precisely."
--
– And it was true. You didn't have a crush on them and they were funny.
– Korra and Asami have this type of humor that's unique to them. They feed off of each other and often make snarky remarks about inside jokes or shared experiences. Being a part of that was an accomplishment in its own.
– something would happen when you guys were out and about and you would share the same look.
– the only times the jokes got "bad" was when someone made the other laugh a bit louder than usual.
– like one time Korra made Asami laugh so loud and hard that she cried with a red face.
– the feeling that stirred in your stomach wasn't pretty. it was like whatever you had for lunch curdled and violently punched you in the gut over and over and over again.
– you would seethe every once and a while. Why was Korra making her girlfriend laugh upsetting you? It shouldn't matter what she does. She's her girlfriend and has the right to make her laugh. It would probably be more concerning if Asami laughed harder at your jokes.
– Right?
– It would be great to make Asami laugh like that though. Her sparkling green eyes come to a close as her eyes squint. Her hand would politely cover her lips with a hooked finger, further pushing the elegant and proper look she's made of herself. And even though her blush does this for her already, her cheeks would be redder from how hard you made her laugh.
– Isn't that normal for a homie to want? It was normal to want to share that experience with Korra; making Asami laugh. These were all normal things. Right?
– It had to be. It's what you thought about at night. Making Asami laugh, making Korra shy, holding their hands and nuzzling your nose against their cheeks. That's all very normal things to think about when it comes to your friends.
– you never thought that way about Mako or Bolin of course. They were like siblings to you so, they were sibling pretty. Not the weak-in-the-knees-heart-racing-platonic-pretty Korra and Asami were.
– Well, Bolin didn't think so. Deny all you want, say what you want, but he saw the way you looked at them.
– He saw how your eyes light up when they come over to talk to you or how cutely small and shy you'd get when they hug you at the same time. He saw how you would point them out in everything you see, even if you're not with them.
– Bolin knows you and apparently, he knows you better than you know yourself.
– He knew you so well that he could tell when you were jealous and he could tell when you were attracted.
– when you were jealous: when their PDA gets too much, when they walk away together, when they make inside jokes, when they call each other "babe", and when they prefer each other over anyone else in the Krew.
– when you were attracted: when their attention is on you, when they talk to you one-on-one (mano-y-mano as Bolin referred), when they would hug you or take you out as a trio, when they compliment you, when they spring into action or act serious, and so much more that Bolin could write a whole book about your attraction towards the pair.
– Honestly, Bolin understood the attraction. He had a crush on Korra once. Mako too! In fact, everyone in the Krew had a crush on her so the fact that you had a crush on her (and her girlfriend) just met you're officially a part of their friend group now. Yay!
– now, Bolin never told you that he's aware of the crush you had on the pair but he would hint at it with suspicious winks, wiggles of his brows, and jokes that confused everyone else but you.
– "Yeah, red and blue sure are attractive colors, huh?" then he'd nudge you and you would freeze with a nervous smile.
– Mako, Asami, and Korra would have no clue what Bolin meant. Especially since they were talking about imprisoning war criminals when Bolin blurted. But hey, randomness is what Bolin is known for.
– A couple of weeks after that incident, you finally came to terms with yourself. You had to, the jealousy was getting too much that the girls were picking up on it.
--
"Whoa, you good?" Korra chuckled, noticing your glare after she kissed Asami's cheek. "You're uh, looking angrier than Mako on a good day." On a good day, you would tease her back but the feelings were too much.
The thoughts of holding them, kissing them (and not just on the cheek), and spending time with them was overwhelming and taking over every fiber of your being.
You couldn't watch them interact with each other without a firey burning in your chest and the clench of your fists. Also, you're pretty sure you've shaved a couple of centimeters off your teeth from all the teeth grinding you've been doing.
The girls have been giving you curious looks when you would glare in their direction. They'd awkwardly look at each other and then get away from your gaze to avoid confrontation.
Korra and Asami never assumed you were the type to judge their love, they didn't get that vibe from you, so it was a nerving surprise you got angry whenever they showcased public displays of affection.
"Yeah." You eased your shoulders from your ears. "I'm fine. Sorry. Just stressed."
"You must be chronically stressed then," Asami spoke as she slung an arm around Korra's shoulders. Your lips tensed at the sight. "Because you're always making faces or scowling nowadays."
"Yeah, you're doing it now actually," pointed Korra. You eased your lips again. Damn, it's like second nature to tense up or scowl whenever you see them interact. That wasn't healthy. At all.
These are your friends. By the expressions on their faces, you can see they're getting uncomfortable holding each other around you. Asami slowly moved her arm away from Korra with a frown and they tried not to show it, but they held each other's hands behind their backs.
Your friends had to hide their true selves from you because you're too afraid to admit your feelings.
Is this what you want? For them to be afraid and think you're someone or something you're not? Of course not. It was time to face the music. You have a crush on Korra and Asami.
Now, what are you going to do about it?
To be continued. | WC: 1,570
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Take On Me
Here is a drabble from the discord I belong to.
Korra was excited. She’d never been to an arena concert before. Sure, her parents had taken her to see puppet shows and children’s singers when she lived in the South, but now that she was in Republic City she was bouncing up and down like a kid waiting for Christmas as she moved in line to enter the stadium.
Jinora looked back to her semi-adopted older sister and took her hand. “Calm down, Korra. We still have to pass through security and give them our tickets.” Korra took a calming breath and tried to settle the butterflies in her stomach. It took another ten minutes but the pair finally arrived at their designated spot.
“I guess it’s a good thing sometimes that your dad is on the council. It was lucky he got us tickets for this show.”
“Today it’s a good thing but sometimes Dad being a high and mighty muckity-muck is just a pain in the ass,” Jinora answered, “some people just think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.”
Korra gave Jinora’s hand a squeeze, “That’s cause they don’t know how hard your whole family worked to get to where you are now.” Korra smiled at her semi-little sister and Jinora smiled back. “I’ve never been in a building this large. Even the hockey rinks back home don’t have this many seats.” They looked around to see many other people arriving. Korra checked the time on her phone and relaxed. They got there early and they got really good seats. Third row on the floor, right in the middle of the stage.
Since the three bands playing tonight all were 80’s icons, both Korra and Jinora agreed to dress up. The girls knew that they looked utterly ridiculous being dressed in their 80s outfits. Their big hair was backcombed and their fluorescent nylon track pants screamed retro. Korra was wearing a muscle shirt with a photo of ‘The Breakfast Club’ and Jinora was wearing a t-shirt with ‘Boy George’ on the front. The girls felt relieved that they weren’t the only ticket holders who wore outrageous clothes for the occasion. They received lots of thumbs up from other people streaming into the place and gave lots of thumbs up back to others. Both Korra and Jinora had grown up listening to 80’s tunes because both sets of their parents were fans of the decade.
There were still five minutes before the show was supposed to begin. The lights began to dim and the crowd began to clap and whistle. A roadie stepped up to the microphone at the centre of the stage. “Test, test, one, two, one, two,” came over the speakers. Another voice answered back, “The mike seems fine. I think we’re good to go.” The crowd applauded again. Just then Korra looked to the empty seat beside her. She hoped that whoever was going to sit there showed up quickly. At that moment she looked down the row and an extraordinarily beautiful girl with ebony hair was walking towards her. Korra was stunned and thought “Amazing!!! She wears green lipstick like a fashion icon.” Korra knew she wasn’t completely straight and she quickly flashed to a fantasy of having this girl underneath her.
The girl looked behind her and said, “Opal, our seats are right here.” The raven-haired woman was dressed like Madonna with green eye shadow and her friend was wearing a Cyndi Lauper outfit with purple lipstick and eye shadow. The two sat down and Korra just couldn’t look away.
The first girl turned to Korra, “Is there something wrong? You’re kind of staring.” Not that I mind one bit.
Korra reflexively looked down and rubbed the back of her neck, “Oh Spirits, I’m sorry. I was just looking at your outfits. They’re awesome. Sorry if I was making you uncomfortable.”
Those arms are amazing. The girl thrust out her hand, “No worries. I love what you’re wearing too. I’m Asami.” I’d love to see you out of those clothes too.
“I’m Korra and this is Jinora,” she said as she shook Asami’s hand.
“Nice to meet both of you. This is Opal. My best friend.”
Opal said her hellos and remarked, “Man, these are great seats. This show is gonna be so rad!!”
“Nice 80’s vocab, Ope,” Asami remarked. At that moment, the house lights went off.
The crowd erupted in cheers and the first band, Dexy’s Midnight Runners, took the stage. Their set was fantastic. The second band, A Flock of Seagulls, was just as good and the third band, A-ha brought the house down.
The show ended after three hours and by that time all four girls were a sweaty mess from singing, dancing, and cheering. Asami leaned over to Korra and Jinora and said, “Man, that was a great time.”
Korra agreed telling Asami and Opal that it was her first arena show.
“Do you want the fun to continue?” asked Asami. She thought to herself, “Smooth, Sato, really smooth. Opal gave Asami a knowing smirk. Opal knew her best friend was attracted to Korra from just her body language. “I know a great place that’s close where we can get some food,” Asami declared.
Korra looked at Jinora for confirmation and she nodded. Korra explained, “Food sounds great right about now.” And you still look good enough to eat.
“Food sounds great to you anytime!!” Jinora quipped while winking.
Korra gently punched Jinora on the arm, “Hey, I resemble that remark.”
Opal looked at Jinora and Korra, “You two sound a lot like Asami and me. Chucking shit at each other all the time,” Opal turned to Asami, “You said something about food. Lead on lady, I’m hungry too.”
Asami gracefully led the three others up and off the floor of the arena to the mid-level and headed straight to an elevator. Korra and Jinora were confused but didn’t ask questions. They trusted their new friend after spending the evening together. All four women entered the elevator and when the door opened at their destination, they walked into an expensively decorated private box on the top floor. They could see the stage directly across from where they stood, through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Jinora gasped and Korra just gaped as the server spoke. ���Miss Asami, all the food you ordered is ready to go. Would you like me to serve now?”
Asami answered quickly, “Yes please, Shen. That would be lovely.”
Korra didn’t understand what was happening. “Asami, what’s going on? Where are we?”
“It’s my private box. I told the staff I was coming back up here after the show for some food. It’s perfectly fine for us to be here. Ask Opal.”
Korra swung her head and Opal just shrugged her shoulders, “It’s fine Korra. She does this all the time.”
Both Jinora and Korra still looked confused so Asami went on to explain. “This arena belongs to Future Industries. It’s called The FI Centre. The Republic City Rangers play hockey here during the winter.”
“I know that,” remarked Korra, “but I still don’t understand how you have a private box with a staff.”
Opal smiled and Asami grinned. “I’m Asami Sato. The CEO and owner of Future Industries,” Asami paused, “does it make more sense now?”
Jinora and Korra looked at each other still a little bewildered. Korra spoke first, “It’s our honour to meet you.”
“Oh no. It’s our honour to meet the two of you.” Asami took Korra by the hand while rubbing her other hand up and down Korra’s bicep. She steered Korra to the table filled with more than a few delicious-looking dishes. Opal escorted Jinora to the table also. There was a very pleasant conversation between all four during the meal with Asami sliding closer to Korra every chance she got.
When their meal was over Asami called for her limo driver to take each of them home. Once the car stopped by the ferry to Air Temple Island, Asami stated “We really enjoyed spending time with you guys tonight and I hope that we can become even better friends.” She gave Korra her best bedroom eyes and her cell phone number.
The only thing running through Korra’s head was the word – SCORE!!
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C: So how is your love life going?
A: ( Thinking of all the times B flirted with someone else the last days, not even looking at them twice ) Just put me out of my misery. Please.
C: That bad, huh?
A:(Thinking of the ridiculous way B flirted, giving A the WORST second-hand-embarrassment; and questioning why they even like B in the first place.) Worse.
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