turn on the jets

Harrison Osterfield Imagine - Turbulence

request: heeey, fluff on the privet jet imagine with Haz? ur scared and get close to H and get sleepy, but u can hear Z, T and H talking about u and how H likes you but doens’t wanna risk ur friendship knowing ur don’t feel the same and Z is like “that girl loves u to, how she acts, tom’s right beside her and she not that close to him” and then T tels him about an conversation he had with you earlier whilst waiting in the gate about how he asked her about him cuz he also noticed them being all cute

a/n: harrison fluff is my fave !!!!!

word count: 843

Originally posted by spideysosterfield

Gripping tightly onto the armrests, your knuckles were turning white as the jet hit some turbulence. You’d always hated flying, something which had made your friends question why you took the job as Zendaya’s personal assistant since she flew so much. The comfort of the private jet made you a little bit more at ease, but you still felt your heart rate sky-rocket at every bump and jolt of the plane.

“Hey,” Harrison caught your attention from the cushioned bench he was sat on, noticing your deep breathing, a calming technique you’d read up on online. “You alright?” He tilted his head to catch your eye line. You nodded quickly.
“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Just hate flying when it gets bumpy.” He moved over on the bench, leaving a space for you and motioned for you to sit beside him. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself out of your seat, your legs wobbling as you took a few steps to the bench. Sitting down heavily, you felt more relaxed with Harrison sat next to you. You let out a yawn. Tom returned from the bathroom and sat on the other side of you, and you heard Zendaya stir from her nap on the chair opposite. You shut your eyes, leaning your head on Harrison’s shoulder.

“Is she alright?” Zendaya asked. You felt Harrison nod his head. They must have thought you’d fallen asleep, but you heard everything they said about you.
“Look at you,” Tom teased. “You’re fucking loving her lying on you like that.”
Harrison chuckled softly. “Maybe I am,” he said. You nuzzled your head into Harrison, cuddling into him further, attempting to make your fake slumber more realistic.
“Haz you are in so deep. Look how smitten you are. He can’t wipe that shit eating grin off of his face.”
“When are you gonna ask her out?” Zendaya asked. Harrison tensed underneath you.
“No, no, no. No way. Z, she can’t know. Please don’t tell her,” he begged.
“Alright, alright.”
“I don’t want to ruin anything,” he said quietly. “She’s my best friend.”
“Hey!” Tom said, a little upset.
One of my best friends,” Harrison corrected himself.

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OVERCOME (M)

Originally posted by jeonify


GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 


Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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By the time Teddy was eleven or so, his hair stopped changing with his mood, but it did change if he was in close contact with someone he had a strong emotional bond with. 

For example, when his godfather ran his hands through Teddy’s hair, it turned jet black and tangled immediately. When his grandmother kissed him goodnight, it greyed a little, just at the edges. Hermione’s hugs made his hair a little curlier, and any physical contact from a Weasley turned it bright red. 

The funny thing is, though, Victorie doesn’t make him blonde - his hair always turned pink around her. 

He is the most like his mother when he is madly in love. 

You Owe Me

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. You guys wanted a part two to Let Me Help and so I delivered ;)

Word Count: 1,811, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex, Wall Sex, Just sex in general tbh.

A/N: So I seriously don’t know whether this is good or not lmao, I tried my hardest. I was listening to Feel It by Jacquees whilst writing it and just oh my god if you haven’t heard it please listen to it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it!

After you managed to catch the UnSub that was disfiguring women and stabbing them in the chest you and the rest of the team were heading back to Quantico on the jet. You sat down in the comfy, creme coloured chair and closed your unrested eyes as you heard the rest of the team load onto the jet. You hugged your form as the air conditioning pumped throughout the plane whilst getting ready for take off. You felt someone sit opposite you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. You were so tired from the long nights and the constant moving around that you just wanted to relax for once.

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If Storms Were People | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!FormerHydra!Reader

Part: 1/??? Probably at least 3

          Part 2

Summary: You’re an enhanced human, formerly affiliated with Hydra, with the ability to control electricity, and honey, you do not get along with Bucky Barnes. With a passed mostly erased in your mind, you can’t seem to figure out why he dislikes you so much.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, allusions to past Hydra experiments and mistreatment, nothing out of the ordinary for Marvel related things.

Words: 4679

A/N: I have been thinking about this for a while and am super happy with the plot line so far. I wrote a sappy and cute Bucky fic first so I figured I’ll write one where he’s a dick turned sweetheart because I LOVE those types of fics with him tbh. Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! Thank you for reading!! Check out my masterlist for more criminally good imagines!

(low key Steve’s entire character in this fic is defusing situations)


“James Buchanan Barnes, you better back the fuck up right now.” You snarl, nose to nose with the super soldier. You were clutching your upper bicep where a bullet had just grazed you, blood leaking through your fingers.

             “Or what?” He said with a sarcastic smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes as he met your angry gaze.

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use me // h.s.

Originally posted by ohstylesno

a/n: I didn’t really edit, I kind of just rewrote the whole thing I already had because someone suggested this off of my list and I figured why not get to it while I have the time and the drive! So here’s some smut about being impatient and wanting to bone your boyfriend even though he’s super busy! Enjoy!

You really didn’t want to disturb Harry.

It was rare that he got the chance to work from his home studio. It was even rarer that you happened to have your weekend off around the same time that he decided to stay home and work instead of spending his days in a studio. But just because you had the weekend off didn’t mean he could drop everything to spend all of his time with you. You still had a lot to get done before you were back at work on Monday though, so you tried to busy yourself the best that you could with your little checklist. The bedroom and bathroom needed to be deep cleaned, the kitchen needed to be reorganized, and you had your home office that needed to be set up. The only problem was you had most of those things started on Friday evening and finished on Saturday afternoon. That left you with a day and a half of doing nothing, a day and half of wanting Harry desperately from afar.

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Title: A Golden Girl (Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summray: The reader and peter are forced to join in on a highly dangerous mission immediately following the homecoming dance, and their first date? No, they were just best friends. Tony Stark said that line all the time. 

Word Count: 1731

A/N: I love this, very much. I have been working on it ALL WEEK for you guys, trying to make it as good as it can be. And then I had a freakout with all of the D23 news BUT IT’S FINE I AM FINE. Okay…enjoy!

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The Last Pit part 2/2 - Batmom x Batfamily

Finally, here’s the second part. Sorry for the delay, it’s not even that I lacked inspiration, I just got caught in a lot of other stuffs :-). I let you guys choose the ending, between a happy or a sad one…and I’m not gonna tell you which one I decided to write ;-). Surprise. I might have not listen to what you asked… Anyway, I hope you guys will like it ! And that you won’t be disappointed

As usual, feedbacks are very welcome

PART 1                

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It’s his son’s screams, that haunt him the most. The blood splattered on his face. Each of his actions mirroring his own when he was but an eight year old child witnessing his own parent’s murder…

It’s also the fact that he couldn’t even say goodbye, couldn’t even see your face full of life before you died…You were gone before he reached you, could life be more cruel ? 

Yes. It could. It could by constantly torturing him with nightmares of this fateful night. By torturing him with vivid nightmares, not missing any details of what happened, and making him wake up in a start at his son’s screams, screaming himself. 

That night wasn’t an exception. Once again he got the same bad dreams. Once again he woke up, screaming his pain, crying the loss of the love of his life. 

From his bedroom, Damian could hear his father’s distress…and he couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight had to be the night. 

Making sure to not make any suspicious noise while going down to the batcave (though he doubt his father would even notice), he goes to join his brothers who are getting ready to go out and patrol. To take their mind off of their father’s pain, off of their own pain, and to not think much about your death. 

They barely notice their youngest brother coming in, about ready to take off, when his voice, implacable, almost like daring them to resist him, resonate in the cave : 

-We’re leaving now. 

They turn to Damian, surprised, a bit confused as to what he’s talking about. Tim, being the quickest thinker, understands first and says : 

-We’re not ready Dams. We need to prepare so many things still ! If we’re going into this unprepared, then we’re as good as dead too, and everything will be useless. We don’t know how many people your grandfather left to…

-I don’t care Tim ! I want my mom back, and I can’t bear father’s screams every night !! I WANT HER BACK ALRIGHT ?! LET’S GO NOW ! 

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Yoongi X Reader

Smut

Word Count - 3516

Request -

where you trip over some boxes/files that were left on the floor by Yoongi (your crush and a long-ish time friend) and spill coffee you had on your new shirt. he wants to by you dinner as an apology and things take off when he wants to drive you home ^^

A/N -

THIS IS SO SHIT HONESTLY I WANT TO CRY BUT I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO POST AND THIS IS ONE OF THE FIRST REQUESTS I HAD EVER GOTTEN, I AM SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN FUCKING MONTHS TO POST THIS AND IM SORRY ITS SO SHITTY <3

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou


Your arms were engulfed with coffee cups and folders as you rushed to your desk. You were already 5 minutes late, and you knew your boss wouldn’t be happy.

Fuck you hated your job.

You saw people exchange glances as you sat on the small table, slamming the folders down carelessly. You were in no mood to return fake smiles today.
“Now that’s not the right attitude to come into work with.” The, deep, tense voice that made your smile turn into a frown every time your ears recognised it. You turned to look behind you, to see him. His jet black hair seemed glossy, a smug smirk placed on his lips as he looked down at you. You turned back to your computer screen.

“Sorry, Mr. Min..” You mumbled, typing impatiently as you tried to ignore your bosses presence.

“No need to apologise, Y/N, but you need to understand, that in this company, we all have a positive attitude.” He whispered from behind you, his lips inches away from your ear.

You couldn’t help but snort at his remark. Was he that stupid to not realise that not fucking everyone was as happy and cheery as him? Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the unusual sound that escaped you.

“Yes.” You nodded, breaking the awkward silence that was taking place between the two of you.

“Okay, good.” Yoongi nodded, his hand squeezed your shoulder. The warmth against your clothed skin made you feel slightly uncomfortable at his unnecessary touch.

“Please don’t touch me.” You asked, your voice blank as you tried to stare at the computer screen. Failing in the process. Your eyes travelled to his large hand, veins bulging as he gripped your shoulder.

Although you had no possible intimate feelings towards your boss. You had to admit that he was a handsome man, and that if you were to have a ‘crush’ on this man, you would gladly fall at his feet.

“You must have taken my sign of reassurance out of context, I apologise Y/N” Yoongi chuckled, his hand falling by his side again, a smirk playing at his rosy pink lips.

“Well I apologise for taking it out of context, Mr. Min.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him once again.

“Please, call me Yoongi” Yoongi smiled down at you, his hands now placed behind his back. He was indeed a formal man, who was enthusiastic enough to keep his workers irritated and tired 24/7.

“Okay, Yoongi, now please can I get back to my work?” You asked, annoyed at his lingering presence.

Usually people would scurry away from your boss, trying their best to ‘behave’ in a formal manner. To look good in front of him. To be like him.

But you decided to turn the other way, being honest and rude to him as much as you could. You couldn’t help it. He just seemed to dehumanise everything in his way, and you weren’t going to let the impact he had on other people, affect you.

“Of course” He nodded at you, patting your shoulder once more before turning his back to you and walking to his office.


“Oh fuck this” You breathed out, your eyes glancing at your watch.

You were going to be late, again.

You sipped your at your coffee, hissing as you swallowed the scorching hot liquid, you took no notice of your untied shoes, and before you knew it, you were tripping over your own feet, the hot beverage spilling carelessly over your hand.

You cussed, trying you hardest to focus on the way you were going.

You yelped, crashing against a soft chest. The large hands found their way to your hips as everything you had once carried was now on the ground. You cussed as you felt a sting against your chest, a painful, burning sensation that had settled there.

“Woah, hey, those boxes shouldn’t have been there” A deep, soft chuckle broke the awkward silence.

“Shit.” You muttered, wincing as you started to realise that your face and body was pressed up against Min Yoongi’s, you slowly pulled your face away from his chest, to look up at him, flustered and embarrassed at the position you were both in.

His eyes studied your shy, guilt ridden face before travelling down to your chest, where the coffee had made your sheer red blouse expose your black, lace bra. Your breasts looked so plump and round in the wet shirt, that it was merely impossible for him to not think about dirty things.

“Y-you look like you’re in pain.” Yoongi stuttered, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of the way of the boxes and anything that could possibly cause another commotion.

“Yoongi, I am fine.” You reassured him, trying to pull away from his firm grasp.

You could see the lust in his eyes, you could smell his desire. He wanted you so badly, seeing you, there, with your breasts practically exposed as your teeth overlapped your bottom lip in a why that turned Yoongi on.

You turned him on.

Yoongi thought for a moment, before releasing his grip from your wrists, a smile playing on his lips. “I should have looked where I was going, I was actually looking to see where you were-” He started, running a thumb across your heated cheeks.

God dammit why was he always following you.

“You know, to see if you had those files I needed for the meeting later this evening.” He smiled, shaking his head as he thought about your shocked expression when you had collided with Yoongis chest. He felt comforted by you, the weight between you two had been such a stimulating experience, even if it only lasted a minute or two.

You cussed under your breath. Yoongi had specifically told you to bring those files today. The meeting he was going to was practically his promotion on the line.

And you had let him down, once again.

“Shit, I’ll go home straight away and get them, I am so sorry, I was in such a rush this morning and-”

“How about we go out for lunch, and then I can overlook the papers with you, so were both confident about the level of work?” Yoongi asked, grinning.

“I mean, I guess so. But I have to change, I can’t go anywhere looking like this.”

“In my eyes, you look gorgeous-”

“Watch it, Yoongi.”

But if you are worried about your appearance, I would happily drive you to your home so you can change.”

You hesitated, but nodded, turning around, grabbing the folders you had brought with you to work and threw them on your desk. You were coming back later anyway.


On the car drive home all Yoongi could look and think about was you and your body. The way the seatbelt wrapped around your curvy body made your breasts pop out made him grow, but Yoongi was a man who could control himself in these types of situations.

“Turn right” You told your boss, your voice hoarse and shaky.

You were nervous to say the least.. You had never really interacted with Yoongi out of work, so this was a first for you.

“Just park there, my car got towed a couple days ago so theres a free spot.” you mumble, pointing at the empty space.

You stepped out of the car, hissing as the cold air hit you. Rushing to the door, you unlocked it, motioning him to come inside quickly, it was cold, and your apartment was warm, cold usually overtakes heat at a rapid pace. And you liked being warm.

Without argument Yoongi rushed inside, looking around the room. It seemed cozy, a suitable size for someone who lived alone. He couldn’t complain.

“I’ll be 5 minutes, make yourself at home.” You muttered, strolling to your bedroom, grasping clothes from your wardrobe as if it was a race.

You slipped out of your clothes and placed on a white button up shirt and black jeans slipping on grey converse. You weren’t going to make yourself look sophisticated, you were too tired.

Yoongi looked around your apartement, his long slender fingers trailing across old novels that had been shoved into the oak wooden bookcase, to never be used again.

Without thinking he had walked right into your room. You were facing away from the door. But he saw you. In all your glory.

Your black, lace underwear hooked onto your hips, your ass lightly bouncing as you hummed softly to yourself. He looked at the mirror tactically, to get a better view of those beautiful breasts.

Fuck he shouldn’t be doing this.

He forcefully pulled himself away from the door, walking quietly back to the living room, Yoongi slumped onto the sofa. taking a deep breath, he inhaled your sweet, musky scent. The house smelt just like you, like it was embedded with roses and pine.

“I’m sorry for taking more than five minutes” You chuckled, standing infront of him sheepishly.

He smirked, standing up before gesturing you towards the door. You nodded, grabbing the files that were intended to go with you this morning.


Yoongi had told you that you were going for lunch. Not to the fanciest restaurant in town.

“I’ll just have the steak, tender, with fries.” Yoongi nodded at the waiter, passing his menu to him.

“Can I just have the pasta?” You asked shyly, passing him the menu too, thanking him as he walked away.

“You don’t need to be so shy..” Yoongi laughed, clapping his hands together as he stared down at the files.

“Ah, yes” You placed the papers on the table and started to go through them with him, pointing out your mistakes and what you thought could be improved.

He loved the way you spoke. You talked too fast, and that made him smile. And whenever you asked what was so funny, he would just shake his head and waver his hand for you to carry on with the conversation.

The way your fingers fumbled with your bracelet whenever you admitted to a mis-correction in the work. It made him smile. The way your cheeks puffed out as you started to get more tipsy. It made him smile.

Everything you did, made him smile.

You.

You made him smile.


You both staggered out of the restaurant, giggles and chuckles muffled by the wind. Yoongi waved his hand out for a taxi. Once one had accepted the request, you both slid into the back.

“Fuck.” He hissed, shaking his head.

“I must have left my phone at yours.” He sighed, apologising for the inconvenience.

“Its okay, just come and get it” you shrugged, resting your head against the window. It felt cold against your heated skin.

You gave directions to the taxi driver, sitting quietly.

Yoongi glanced at you, he bit his lip. You looked so fucking hot. Your hair was stuck to your face from the heat inside of the restaurant, he bit his lip, looking away.


You gestured for him to come back inside of you apartment, throwing your coat onto the dining room chair carelessly. You turned to face him. You had to admit, within the past few hours, you had started to feel squirmish. There was no lying that you were drunk. But even when you were sober, you felt too comfortable with him.

How about you tease him?

Everyone teases, it cant be that bad, right?

You decided to go with the choice that could possibly make you lose your job. You looked at him, his black hair was messy from the heat and rain, his face was shiny from the humidity in the restaurant, he looked so inviting.

“Yoongi..” You smiled kindly, your voice seemed to had become higher within seconds of making your decision.

“Yes?” He looked at you, his brown eyes locking with yours, He was intimidating, even when you were drunk, you could still see the danger in those orbs.

“Its getting pretty late, I mean, you could bunk here for the night?” You stammered, your voice laced with alchohol.

“Are you sure? I mean I could just take a cab home.” He suggested, biting his lip as he smiled.

“I’m sure.” You gave a laugh, walking to the kitchen before grabbing a bottle of wine, “Wine?” You asked, stumbling slightly as you grabbed a wine glass, waiting for an answer.

“Of course.” Yoongi chuckled as he watched you from the sofa, smirking at your drunken state.

You poured the liquid, spilling some of it on the white kitchen top, causing a pool of red booze to form around the half filled glasses. Picking them up you brought them to the oak coffee table, leaving the spillage in the kitchen to miraculously clean itself.


It had been a couple of hours or so since Yoongi and you had stumbled into your apartment ‘under the influence’, and you both had started to sober up.

But that didn’t stop you two from flirting with each other.

During the hours the two of you had spent together, you had started to tease, subtly, unbuttoning the buttons on your shirt leisurely, until the crease of your breasts was exposed. You could see him starting to stare at your chest more and more throughout conversations, his eyes laced with lust and desire.

“Don’t do that.” You smirked, raising your eyebrow accusingly at the young man.

“Hm?” He snapped his head back up to your face, shaking away his devilish thoughts.

“Look at my chest while we’re talking about smoking in offices.” You chuckled, biting your lip purposefully

“That’s not the only thing that’s smoking tonight..” Yoongi gave a growl, his hand creeping up to your thigh.

“And what would that ‘thing’ be?” You breathed out, leaning in closer to him, you could feel his hot breath radiating off your nose.

“You.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours, he pushed you back, his lips still connected. Your head hit the arm of the sofa softly. Yoongi laughed, his hand lay at the side of your head as he hovered over you, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Then cool me down…” You whispered back, cupping his face with your hands.

He winked at you, nodding slowly as his head started to lower, leaving a trail of colourful marks all the way down to your stomach. You gave moans of delight as the sweet touches sent shivers to your core.

His hands fumbled with your shirt, unbuttoning the last few buttons that were closed. they travelled to your jeans, he paused and looked up at you, “Do ever wear anything else?” He teased, sliding them off with no trouble.

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, your hands grasping his hair as he kissed your pelvis, his lips travelled down to your thighs. You blushed as he lay on his stomach, opening your legs and pushing the black lace material that covered your slick folds to the side. He observed the pink, juicy flesh, humming to himself.

“So vibrant Y/N..” He chuckled, spreading your lips with his fingers, your breath hitched as he did so. The two digits brushing against your clit, “Oh did that feel nice?” He raised an eyebrow, repeating the action.

You released a short moan, your hands gripping the sides of the sofa. He chuckled, his tongue licking a long stripe up your folds. You groaned, involuntarily spreading your legs wider.

“That feels good..” You whispered, biting your lip.

He mumbled against you, the vibrations making you arch your back. he released his lips from your heat, admiring your lower half for a couple of seconds before delving back in. You whined as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, the long digit sliding in and out of you, your juices shined on his finger.

His lips found their way back onto your core, engulfing the soft pink flesh that lay before him. A chorus of moans escaped you as he flicked his tongue into your delicious pink heat.

You were starting to feel lightheaded, and the tight coil that was once wrapped securely inside of you had began breaking and before you knew it, it snapped. You were practically drowning in pleasure, tingles travelling through all parts of your body at once. You exhaled, the hazy feeling of the aftermath of your orgasm coming to you all at once.

Looking down, you caught a glimpse of yoongi, his eyes looking up at you, his hands wrapped around your thighs and his lips, shining with your juices.

“Oh Yoongi…” You groaned as his licked his lips, the sound of his belt unbuckling making you sit up automatically. He looked at you, licking his lips hungrily. You smirked, grabbing his collar and pulling him towards you, your face inches away from Yoongi’s.

Your hands grasped at the material that covered his lower half, pulling them down eagerly. His cock proudly made a tent in his boxers. You licked your lips in anticipation, your fingers hooking under the cotton fabric, dragging them slowly down his toned legs, your nails scraping delicately against his warm pale skin.

The fabric pooled at his ankles, along with his pants. Your fingers started to trail back up his legs, you laid eyes on his sex, it had arose even more, his shaft an angry red. it was noticeable that he hadn’t had much action for a while
His head tilted back as you wrapped your hand around his member, slowly pumping him, a chorus of groans escaped him as your hand moved faster and gripped tighter by the second, along with that your confidence grew stronger as you cupped his balls, your mouth watered as you stared at the image infront of you, Yoongi, his cock being pumped by your small hand, his adams apple bobbing as he moaned, his toned arms and legs flexing as he tensed up. You knew he was close to his climax already.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, making him grasp your hair, tugging at it desperately, “Oh baby.” He groaned, looking down at you, you looked so fucking hot with your pretty little mouth wrapped around his hard cock, it was a sight to remember.

You tried your best to take him all, but you started to gag, your eyes watering, instead you used you wrapped your hand once more around the length you couldn’t take. You started to move your head and hand at the same pace, your lips dark and wet with saliva, hollowing your cheeks intensely.

Yoongi releases a groan, he was so close to spilling his see, the overstimulation that you were causing him made him wince. He growled, before pulling you away from his member, you were so focused on sucking him off you gasped in shock as you were turned around and bent over, his hand made contact with your ass, the slight sting making you moan with pleasure, you were still soaked from before, he pulled your panties down, you couldn’t see him but you could hear him sucking on his finger, the loud ‘pop’ indicating that his mouth wasn’t the only thing that his finger was going into.

The digit slipped inside of you easily, sliding it in and out the pleasure that waved through you as he slipped another finger in, stretching you out. His fingers leaving you and replacing themselves with his cock, he teased you slightly, lingering around you entrance, pressing against your lips until he slipped inside of you.

The feeling was unimaginable, Yoongi didn’t know it was going to be like this. Warm and wet. And good. So good, to be surrounded by slick and heat, the tightness of you putting the right amount of pressure on his dick to make him thrust into you like there was no tomorrow. You groaned and moaned, your fingers digging into the carpet as he quickened his pace, slapping your backside after every few thrusts.

He grunted, low growls releasing from the back of his throat as the sound of your body viciously smacking against his rang in his ears. Your vision darkened as you reached your peak, ripples of pleasure wavering through you effortlessly. Your juices dripped down your thighs.

Yoongi was nearing to his high, one final thrust and he started to feel dazed, his breaths getting heavier as he came, the hot white seed shooting out of him, and into you, he pulled out a white string of his cum was the only thing attaching you two.

The white liquid trickled down your thighs, mixing with your juices. He stood up straight, rushing to the bathroom. You stays there on all fours, unsure on what to do.

He came rushing back a towel in his hand, cleaning you up he tusked at the red marks he had made on your ass cheeks, he smoothed them out, cooling the stinging marks. “oh shit’.” he mumbled about the imprint he had left, you laughed shaking it off.

“Its fine, I enjoyed it.”

“Did you?” he raised an eyebrow, throwing the towel behind him, you turned over, laying down on the carpet, exhausted.

“I did.”

Old Habits Die Hard

Bucky x Reader

REQUEST: Bucky with number’s 85. What’s wrong with me missing you?, 95. Tell me you need me., and 110. I’m sorry if I don’t want you to die!

Summary: In her eyes Bucky’s moved on, and she slowly is too, but when a mission goes haywire, he realizes just how much he misses her.

Warnings: pure angst, swearing, brief violence. (you’re going to hate me, yikes) I strongly suggest that you listen to Another Sad Love Song by Khalid, it’s loosely based on the song as well. Also, please read the comment and you’ll understand why I ended it the way I did. Hope y’all understand xx

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Originally posted by buckybass

It wasn’t suppose to go down this way. The breakup was amicable. It wasn’t worth the angry tears and screaming matches in the middle of the night whenever Bucky came home late. She missed the old Bucky. The Bucky that would come home every day and shower her with love and affection, but then he disappeared. The good morning kisses halted and tight goodbye hugs became loose. She tried talking to him about it, but he just brushed it off and went to bed.

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Don’t Touch My Stuff! (TG/AP)

              Danny loved to mess with his older sister’s stuff, much to her frustration. He would always hide her belongings just to watch her freak out. He got a kick out of her storming around the house and yelling “don’t touch my stuff, you little brat” as she looked for whatever he took from her. One day, she grew fed up with Danny’s behavior and decided to teach him a lesson. She had a goth friend who was super into witchcraft and hexes, and she asked her to come over and lay a trap for her brother. She knew he would try to hide whatever new item she flaunted around the house, so she had her friend place a hex on a new red hairclip and wore it around the house, making sure Danny saw her wearing it. She placed it right on her dresser before leaving the house to hang out with her friends, laying the perfect trap for Danny. Little did she know that the curse was going to change both of their lives forever.

              Danny waited until his sister was gone before sneaking into her room. He saw the hairclip sitting alone on her dresser. He picked it up and examined it, wondering what to do with it. Deciding to tease his sister a bit, be placed it in his hair and pulled out his phone to take a selfie. It clicked satisfyingly as it clipped his hair, but before he was able to snap a pic and send it to his sister, he felt a wave of dizziness come over him. He looked in the mirror above the drawer just in time to see his hair begin to grow. In a matter of seconds, his hair had turned jet black and grown down to his waist. His scalp tickled as his hair grew long and silky. For a second, he thought he was hallucinating, but a moment after his hair stopped growing he could feel his body beginning to stretch. With a sudden burst, he grew nearly six inches in height, stretching his boyish clothes and revealing his maturing midriff. He watched himself in the mirror as his abs tensed up, becoming toned and athletic. With a few cracks, his shoulders and hips expanded outwards, tearing his already stretched clothes. He wanted to scream for help, but he knew that his sister was gone and his parents were still at work.

              His tattered clothes drifted off his rapidly maturing body, revealing the smooth, pale skin that now covered his body. He looked over his new frame, realizing that he looked strikingly feminine now. In fact, the longer he stared at his changing body, the more he noticed how much he was beginning to look like his sister. The revelation made him want to puke. He had always seen girls as some strange creatures from another world, and the idea of becoming one was not sitting well with him. Before he could ruminate on the idea of being a girl more, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from his nipples. He watched his chest in the mirror as his nipples began to expand, growing larger and darker, and beginning to protrude uncomfortably from his chest. He felt the cool air of the room making his nipples harden, and while it seemed utterly wrong, the feelings coming from his chest were undeniably pleasurable. He suddenly let out a girly moan as he arched his back and pushed his chest forward, watching in horror as two large breasts began to grow beneath his new nipples. He knew that older girls had boobs, but he had always been grossed out by them. Now he knew that he was definitely becoming a girl, and while the idea of living in a girl’s body made him want to cry, he couldn’t help but moan louder as his new breasts swung freely off his chest. The mounds of flesh on his chest finally stopped growing, allowing to regain his composure as the pleasure coming from his chest subsided. He was breathing heavily, still disgusted by the weight hanging off his chest, but also noticing how much his voice sounded like his sister’s. The thought of becoming his sister sent a shiver up his spine, causing him to panic and plead to an empty room to make these changes stop.

              “Please, I don’t want to be a girl! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have taken Stacey’s stuff! I don’t want to be Stac- EEEYYYYYY!” he squealed in his sister’s voice as he felt his butt beginning to inflate. He turned around and faced his ass to the mirror, staring at the cute peach shape it had taken. He squeezed it briefly, noticing how soft and round his butt cheeks were now, but quickly stopped as he realized that he was touching his sister’s body. This all felt wrong, and he would do anything to make it stop, but before he could do anything else he suddenly felt another tingling sensation coming from his chest. He began to sweat as he realized that girls have different parts between their legs. He didn’t know what was about to happen, but he watched his crotch in terror as his boy parts began to retract into his body. He felt his insides shifting around, making room for a bunch of new organs that he didn’t even know the name of. With a final slurp, he was left with a pair of fleshy lips between his legs and an alien dampness that called for attention. He didn’t want to touch the new thing between his legs, but the feelings it was sending through his body couldn’t be ignored. It felt itchy, but in a weird, exciting way, like it needed to be filled. Reluctantly, he reached a feminine hand down between his legs and began to rub the moist lips where his member used to be. A flood of pleasure coursed through his body as his fingers made contact with his new sex. He knew it was wrong, that he was a boy, but these feelings were unimaginable. He screamed in pleasure and plunged his fingers deep into his new clit, rubbing the fleshy cavern between his legs and the pleasure continued to build. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in pleasure. He could only hear his moans and the schlicking sounds of his hand sliding in and out of his new sex. He could feel his face shifting and cracking, becoming a perfect replica of his sister’s, but he didn’t care at this point. The only thing he cared about was the ecstasy coursing through his veins.

              A sudden crash of a door closing shocked him back from the brink of orgasm. He regained himself and looked at his body, disgusted with his actions, but reluctantly wanting more. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing that he was now an exact copy of his sister, and realized he had to cover himself up before whoever just entered the house saw him naked. Before he could find clothes to put on, he heard someone rush up the stairs and burst into the room. It was Brian, his sister’s boyfriend. He dropped his bookbag on the floor and smiled upon seeing the naked girl standing there.

              “Hey, baby. I see you were too excited to wait for me,” Brian said, removing his shirt and revealing a chiseled masculine body. His olive skin glistened in the sunlight, and the sight of his attractive physique immediately made Danny’s heart beat faster. He felt the dampness growing in his crotch again, but didn’t know why. He wanted to run and hide, but Brian was blocking the only way out.

              “Whoa, uhhh, I don’t know if we should…um…” Danny stammered as he frantically searched for words.

              “What’s wrong, Stephanie? Your sister is out with her friends and your parents won’t come home for another few hours, right?”

              Danny recoiled as Brian said the name ‘Stephanie’, his mind filling with new memories and personality traits. He tried to fight it, he didn’t want to be a girl and didn’t want to like girly things, but the name ‘Stephanie’ kept growing louder and louder in his head. The memories he had of playing action figures began to transform into memories of playing dress-up with Barbie dolls. He tried to think of his video game collection, but could only think of all the makeup he had collected over the years. The shirts with comic book logos that he loved to wear became cute dresses and skirts that revealed just enough to drive boys crazy. As the thought of boys entered his head, his mind began to change even faster. He didn’t want to think of boys, especially cute, shirtless, musclebound boys, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he got, and the more wet the area between his legs grew. Memories of the cute boys at school messing around with him and caressing his body gave him goosebumps. He suddenly remembered Stacy, his twin sister, and how jealous she was when Brian started dating- NO! This wasn’t him! He was a boy, a nerdy little kid. This was wrong! He felt like he was going to fall to his knees and cry, but to his surprise he fell into the embrace of Brian’s arms. He wanted to scream, but he looked up and locked eyes with the cute boy holding him and suddenly felt comfortable.

              Brian laid the naked girl down on the bed without breaking eye contact. He gently grabbed her legs and opened them. The young couple remained speechless, the girl simply staring at Brian’s hardening cock as her legs opened, revealing her tight, moist pussy. The last remnant of Danny’s old life exploded into oblivion as Brian thrust his cock into her for the first time, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her fertile body. She was Stephanie, Brian was her boyfriend, and her twin sister Stacey was always being a bitch to her ever since she and Brian had started dating. She knew Stacey was jealous of her boyfriend, but that knowledge only made her hornier as they fucked on Stacey’s bed. Stephanie threw her arms back and braced herself against the pillow as Brian continued to pound her. She moaned in ecstasy as his dick filled her, shaking her sizeable boobs with each thrust. The stench of sex filled the room, and she knew Stacey would know about her playtime with Brian when she came home. With a final thrust, Brian grunted as Stephanie screamed, both climaxing at the same time before lying next to each other on the bed and smiling. The sweaty couple cuddled, breathing sensually into each other’s faces as Stephanie reveled in the feeling of her pussy being coated in Brian’s cum.

              “That’s a cute hairclip, Steph,” Brian said, brushing the hair out of her face.

              “Thanks, babe. It’s my sister’s,” she said with a wicked smile. She had never been happier, and as the couple drifted blissfully to sleep, Stacey’s goth friend was sitting quietly at the mall while Stacey shopped. She was still learning about hexes, and had the sudden realization that she may have used the wrong spell on Stacey’s hairclip…

10 Things I Hate About You - One

You rolled your eyes at the prom poster decorated on the school pillar. The annual mating call is back, you thought. You despised prom – it was just a call for drunken idiots and popular people reminding everyone of their status. You had to take a date, god forbid if you didn’t. You’d live it down your whole life. As you approached the pillar your arm instinctively stretched out and ripped the poster off, tossing it in the trash bin near the school entrance. You heard a distant ‘hey!’, but you ignored it as you walked into the school, heading toward your locker to grab your copy of The Sun Also Rises for your literature class.

“Hey, pussycat,” you didn’t bother to turn around. You’d be able to pick-out that incredibly annoying, unwanted voice anywhere. Jason Bomming. He’d been a pain in your ass since the beginning of high school and had been completely relentless to you since. He was the one person who knew which buttons to continuously push. “Choosing to ignore me today? Aw, kitten, you wound me.” You slammed your locker and turned quickly, shoving him out of your way. You had caught him by surprise and he stumbled back, almost landing on his ass.

“Choosing the usual amount of annoying today? Disappointing, really.” Your voice oozed of sarcasm as you stepped away from him and heading to your class, passing up a student who looked lost, someone you had never seen before. Must be new.

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Comatose-Chapter 8

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

The days had flown by in a haze of color. Days filled with sparring and forced laughter, with trying to be the person you once were. You had forced yourself to feel, to smile, to laugh, and you were slowly making progress. Lately, it had been less about forcing and more about living. You could surprise yourself by laughing without having to think that maybe you should first. The numbness was still there, but it was less. The wall was weaker. Day by day you had gotten better, closer to who you once had been.

Ultimately, you felt ready to go on missions again, which had brought you to your current predicament.

Grabbing your assailant by the hair, you bash his head into the wall twice before dropping him to the floor. Daintily stepping over him, you make your way into the room containing the servers. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, but, as usual, you had encountered more resistance than you thought there would be. Inserting the flash drive into the USB port, you start the download, while straining your senses for any movement outside. Which is why it takes you a minute to notice the intel that is flashing across the screen, currently being downloaded.

You suck in a sharp breath as you  backtrack through the files. What the hell? Panic mounting, you scan the information as quickly as you can. Your movements are jerky as you detach the flash drive, and make your way back to the jet as quickly as you can. A few stragglers get in your way but are dispatched with a flurry of movement or a flick of power.

Stepping onto the jet, you nod at Logan when he asks if you got what you came for. Plopping down in the seat opposite him, you let out a long defeated sigh.

“You alright kiddo?” he  asks worriedly.

Raising your gaze to his, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. “No. We have a problem. We need to get back ASAP.” Urgency bleeds into your tone. Logan studies you intently for a moment before nodding once and turning his attention back to flying the jet.

Thirty minutes later, you hurry through the mansion, desperately needing to get to Charles. You spot him speaking with Storm and send out a mental call. He pauses briefly, nods minutely, and excuses himself from Storm. You trail behind him, fear for the people you love setting off every nerve in your body, making you jumpy.

“We have a problem,” you say, once the doors to his office have closed behind you. As you plonk your butt into a chair, the exhaustion you feel is palpable, worming its way into your mind. “I found a classified op outlining an attack on the Mansion, Charles.They intend to kidnap me and morph my power into something dark. They want another phoenix.”

He stares at you for a full ten seconds. “Who does?” he finally asks.

“Hydra. They want to use me to take out the Avengers. They have plans to launch an assault on the compound and recapture the Winter Soldier.” Pinching the bridge of your nose you forge on. “They want to use us against each other, Charles. They want to use me against James.” Breath hitching in your throat, you try your best to quell the tide of tears threatening to stem over. Not now, you think. You’ve been so numb for so long, you don’t need the return of these feelings now. Not now when feeling nothing makes things easier. If you let the fear in, let the emotions return now, you will break. And if you break… will you ever be able to patch yourself back together?

“We must warn them,” Charles replies. “And we must get you to safety.”

“I am not sitting idly by while the people I love are in danger, Charles!” you snap. You need to do something, be in the action, or you’ll go crazy. If you’re too still, you’ll feel and lose what little control you’ve gained these last weeks.

“What do you propose we do, (y/n)?” he inquires.

Steeling yourself for your next words, you breathe deeply before you reply, “I need to go back. I have to help.” He makes to protest but you hold up your hand. “I have to do this, Charlie.”

Though he sighs, Charles nods able to understand your needs, perhaps even better than you can with how he’s been in your head lately chip, chip, chipping away at your walls.. Placing his fingers against his temple he sends out a call for Logan.

The silence stretches between you while you await Logan’s arrival, each deeply absorbed in your own thoughts. You hear the tell-tale shuffle of Logan outside the door, and a small smile plays on your lips. He throws open the door without knocking, cigar dangling from his lips, hair in disarray, and grease stains covering him from the waist up.There isn’t an inch of skin on his forearms which isn’t covered in some kind of black stain, and his once white wife-beater is now a murky, sweat stained grey with patches of black where he’d clearly wiped his hands.

You quirk a brow at him, lips twitching, and playfully quip, “No time for a shower?”  

He cocks a brow and chews on the end of his cigar, the look on his face the one that calls you smartass without needing to voice the word. “Trying to get me outta my clothes already, sweetheart?” he shoots back, a smirk spreading around the mangled cigar. You roll your eyes but Charles clears his throat meaningfully before you get a chance to fire back.

“I have an errand for you and (Y/n),” he says, putting an end to your bickering. The spoilsport.

Logan groans knowing instinctively he’s not going to like whatever this errand will be. Finally removing the cigar from his lips, he mutters, “Ah hell.”

Twenty minutes, and one awkward phonecall to Tony later, you head for your shower as Logan heads for his. Stripping off your soiled combat suit, you step under the spray, allowing the hot water to massage some of the tension out of your tight shoulders. You know that going back to the compound will open wounds not yet healed, hurts not yet dealt with, but you had little choice in the matter.

Staying at the mansion would put the children and your family in danger. Sure they were special children, but they were nowhere near ready to be X-men, and Charles could take care of himself, but that didn’t mean you would let him if leaving made that choice unnecessary. You had to leave, and you had to warn The Avengers. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you had little choice in the matter. Still, if you spent an extra ten minutes hiding out in your shower, not yet ready to face what was coming, who was going to call you on it?

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel you make your way into your bedroom. Logan is leaning against the opposite wall, your bags packed at his feet. You wonder if he even washed the grease off, or if it was just hidden under the long sleeved plaid shirt for no one that dirty could get ready that fast without cutting a few corners.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” you inform him. He grunts his understanding, a very Logan thing to do. It helps you feel the tiniest bit better. Like this is all normal and you can get through what comes next. “Thank you for packing for me.”

He arches a brow in your direction. “Are you gonna be alright, kid?” he asks hesitantly. “I don’t know if going back there is the best decision for ya.”

Sighing, you step behind a screen to change. “What choice do I have, Logan? Should I let them burn? Become what everyone is afraid I will become?” Zipping up the fly of you jeans you reach for the bra hanging over the top of the screen. “I will not stay out of this fight. I will protect the people I care for. No matter the cost.” Pulling a shirt over your head, you step out from behind the screen.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Your eyes dart to Logan and immediately lock with his. They’re hard, hot with the anger in them. But you can see the fear living there, the desperation hidden behind layers of gruffness and his ‘I don’t care’ attitude which isn’t fooling anyone. The guy’s got a marshmallow center, soft and gooey, and he’s afraid. Afraid that he’ll be called on to do the unthinkable a second time.

A flash of memory flits through your mind, but instead of Jean standing before him, his claws through her body, it’s you standing on that hill. You shake your head to clear the image. There’s only one problem with his fear. Those claws of his, while painful, can’t kill you.

Nodding slowly, you walk across the room, reminded with every step just what a predator he can be as he straightens up to loom large, seeming to suck the air from the room with his determined scowl. Reaching for his hand, you pass a feather light caress over his knuckles. Over the claws which have taken more lives than either of you care to count. He curls his hand into a fist, pulling it away. A warning growl rises in his chest. An argument is brewing, one you stop by placing your finger against his lips.

When his silence is guaranteed, you shift your fingers to the stubble of his cheek. Coarse hair, rough beneath your fingertips, leads up into his sideburns. Brushing your thumb over his cheekbone, you feel him relax under the soft touch, a wild thing tamed for the moment and willing to listen. “Logan. I’m not Jean. I won’t fail in this. I’m not her. You’re not going to have to make that sacrifice. Not again.”

His eyes search yours, holding you there, looking deep for something that you can’t define. When his piercing gaze darkens, the hard eyes filling with an emotion that isn’t fear or anger, but another that you aren’t sure you wish to name, you freeze before the suddenly hunting Wolverine. It shocks you further when his hand closes around the nape of your neck. The other bands across your back, and he jerks you to him. His mouth is on yours, hot, hard, demanding. Searing through you. Kissing you with an intensity long forgotten. When he lifts his head, you inhale hard, your lungs desperate for air. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you stare up at him in shock and can only think, Fuck…

Logan smirks a wide grin and runs his hand through your hair. “Alright, let’s get moving,” he says, grabbing up your bags and striding purposefully from the room with a nonchalance you envy, as if he hadn’t just kissed you breathless.

He leaves you standing alone, wondering what the hell just happened.

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Why I believe Katara canonically had romantic feelings for Zuko

I’ve been reading and posting a lot of ATLA meta recently and I think it’s time I write y’all a post on this subject, because I noticed this when rewatching season two and haven’t really seen anyone else mention it yet. 

In this insanely old post, a lot of valid and interesting points are made, but there is one point made in the original ask that I don’t agree with at all. In it, both the anon and the poster agree that Katara shows no romantic interest in Zuko within canon. I completely disagree. 

Now you can speculate their interactions all you want, especially the scene in the catacombs in ‘The Crossroads of Destiny’. But I think what confirms her attraction isn’t how she treats him during the catacombs scene, but after. 

I don’t think it’s the kindness and the vulnerability she shows him in that scene confirms anything. Katara is a very trusting and open person, you could make very easy and solid arguments against her having romantic feelings or attraction towards Zuko in that scene. It’s how she reacts to him AFTER his betrayal that I think is the biggest and most damning tell of them all. 

In the answer to anon’s ask, OP says that they believe Katara is only truly confirmed to have shown romantic attraction to Jet in the show. 

Her treatment of Zuko and her reaction to him opening up to her and then returning after his betrayal run parallel to Katara’s relationship with Jet almost exactly. Jet, a person who canon has confirmed that Katara was romantically attracted to. 

Let’s look at Katara’s reaction and treatment towards Jet in ‘Lake Laogai’ in comparison to her treatment of Zuko in ‘The Western Air Temple’ and ‘The Southern Raiders’. 

Katara: We can’t trust anything Jet says.
Sokka: But we don’t even know why he’s here.
Katara: I don’t care why he’s here. Whatever the reason is, it can’t be good.

Katara absolutely refuses to believe Jet, and has no interest in hearing his reasoning. He hurt her once, she never wants to see him again. 

Katara: You need to get out of here, now.
Zuko: I’m trying to explain that I’m not that person anymore.
Sokka: Either you leave, or we attack.
Zuko: If you won’t accept me as a friend, then maybe you’ll take me as a prisoner.
Katara: No, we won’t!

(Don’t forget she douses both pretty heavily with water, but that’s neither here nor there)

Now Katara’s anger at Zuko in The Western Air Temple isn’t isolated from the rest of the group, like it is towards Jet in Lake Laogai. In Lake Laogai, everyone but Katara is willing to trust him, whereas in The Western Air Temple no one trusts him. HOWEVER, we DO see her anger and hatred continue on into ‘The Southern Raiders’, long after the rest of the group readily trusted and accepted Zuko. 

Aang: Katara, we have to give him a chance.
Jet: I swear, I’ve changed. I was a troubled person, and I let my anger get out of control. But I don’t even have the gang now. I’ve put all that behind me.
Katara: You’re lying! 

Zuko: This isn’t fair. Everyone else seems to trust me now. What is it with you? 
Katara: Oh, everyone trust you now? I was the first person to trust you, remember Back in Ba Sing Se. And you turned around and betrayed me. Betrayed all of us. 

Just like how everyone was ready to trust Jet and let him help them find Appa in Lake Laogai, everyone had accepted and welcomed Zuko into their group except Katara. She held onto her anger much longer than everyone else in both scenarios. 

Let’s also not forget that not only are her TREATMENTS of their betrayals insanely similar, the betrayals themselves are almost identical. 

In both situations, Katara opened up to Jet/Zuko about her mother and what she lost to the Fire Nation. In turn, Jet and Zuko ALSO opened up about the loss of THEIR parent(s) at the hands of the Fire Nation. After a mutual understanding and connection, Katara promises both of them that she will help them. And in both situations, they turn on Katara and they part ways after fighting as enemies. 

Jet: Fire Nation killed my parents. I was only eight years old. That day changed me forever.
Katara: Sokka and I lost our mother to the Fire Nation.
Jet: I’m so sorry, Katara. 

Katara: I don’t?! How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally. The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Katara canonically had a large crush on Jet. And the similarities between her interactions with Jet and her interactions with Zuko are glaringly obvious. 

There are a lot of other things in canon I could use to argue Katara’s attraction to Zuko (*cough* her being confused during ‘Ember Island Players’ *cough*), but a lot of those have already been discussed, and I maintain that I think this is the most conclusive and solid piece of evidence towards it. 

Peace out. 

Originally posted by filmframesandfeels