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@littlebennettbitch
this is a canon divergent, low activity, selective mutuals onlyΒ blog. written by ara.
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i DO NOT come on here daily. if that is what youβre looking for, i may not be the writing partner for you.
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"promise you'll say something if you need help?"
Gaze flickers from Bonnie to the door, then to the floor and finally stops at his feet. Hands rub together momentarily and then they're being rubbed down the sides of his jeans; they're clammy, sweaty and he hates it. "Yeah, I will. I promise." Only then does he meet her eyes, to make sure that she understands he means the promise. That he isn't lying.
@littlebennettbitch & scott.
Bonnie knows how difficult it is to accept help when you're the one usually doing the saving. So she knows just what it means when Scott meets her eyes and promises her that he'll reach out. The tension in her shoulders eases a fraction and she smiles at him, relieved. "Good." She reaches up and puts her hand on his cheek, smile gentling. "You're not alone, okay? Neither one of us is anymore." They've been the ones their friends have depended on, and felt they couldn't show they needed to lean on others in turn. Not with each other though. Not if Bonnie can help it.
scott is never going to doubt her. he spent time doing that when he first came about his own powers, his own strength. he isn't going to overestimate or downplay anyone's powers again. because it's not productive and it's not useful. it just makes the other person feel worse and scott doesn't want to do that. he's actually kind of against it.
she's focusing on her magic and scott doesn't speak a word, barely even breathes above a certain octave. he doesn't want to distract her by any means - he doesn't want to be the reason that she fucks up a spell or something. that would be rather embarrassing, actually.
"no, god, no. barely a scratch." scott even turns his body slightly to show off his back. yes, his shirt is cut to absolute pieces but there's no hint of blood; not a single scratch to his body. he's a lot stronger and lot more resilient than he looks, apparently. god, he's grateful for that.
scott reaches out to take her hand gently. "you think you can make it up to the surface or do you wanna lean on me?"
her hands come up again, just a little bit, almost as if she's going to reach out and ensure he's really as uninjured as he says he is. but bonnie stops herself, eyes running over scott quickly instead. her shoulders relax fully only after she's reassured that he's fine.
the smile on her face grows slightly as he takes her hand, gentle and soft and kind. there's a recognition here, of being the one others lean on. he's a protector, the shield between the people he cares about - and probably even ones he doesn't all that much - and danger. and so is she.
so bonnie doesn't immediately turn him down, tell him she's fine on her own. she thinks it through instead. how does she feel, truly, and only once she's assessed her own capabilities does she answer scott. "i think i'll be fine." honest, not stubborn, because he deserves to hear it. "but stick close just in case?"
[ text ] i don't know about that.
it doesn't take too long for jordan to show up at the bar and he sidesteps until he finds bonnie at the end of the bar. he gently taps her shoulder, then squeezes gently. "bon. it's me. hi. you want me to sit down so we can talk about it?"
he's there before she's even finished trying to formulate a reply that doesn't amount to no, really, you are, you're my hero which is way too much. the tap on her shoulder is recognisable because of the way her magic reacts to him, and she's got a smile on her face when she turns to face him. it is wan, and bonnie finds herself leaning closer to jordan even as she shakes her head. "i just really want to leave." a wrinkle forms on the bridge of her nose as she frowns slightly. "do i have to do anything about -" she gestures vaguely towards the toilets. "legally, i mean."
@littlebennettbitch & joshua.
"i assure you, i'm not here to cause any problems. i'm simply passing through." joshua points out, offering one of his usual charming smiles - the kind that shows just the hint of sharp teeth. "if you've a problem with that, then i suggest you take your issues elsewhere."
there's not so much judgement in bonnie's gaze as there is caution. "that's what someone here to cause problems would say." her tone is wry, and there's an impression of a smile on her face. nothing in her screams danger though. that's generally a good sign. "if your passing through changes or causes any trouble, i'm not the only one you're going to have to worry about." she shrugs, one shoulder higher than the other, casual and easy. it's not a warning. it's just fact.
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He understood the need to do something to keep occupied but he usually went to the lab when those moments struck, not sparring. Lips pressed together as he waited for her to speak, wanting to hear her reasons for asking him to go spar when they both knew that it wasnβt his strong suit. βYouβre not a liability.β But he still knew what that feeling was like. βIβm not great at sparring but if you want to come with me to the lab, I have some things I need to do that I could use an extra set of hands for.β Normally, he would just ask Mack but heβd be happy to entertain Bonnie.
Fingers tapped, tapped, tapped against her thigh as she watched Fitz. Bonnie wasn't wary, but the antsiness simply made her irritable and she knew it. If she didn't do something, she was going to wind up snapping at someone - or worse. "Feel like it." It was muttered under her breath, but a thankful grin crossed her lips anyway. "Please." She held out her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "You could even just use me as a fetch gopher, I need to do something."
Fingers tapped, tapped, tapped against her thigh as she watched Fitz. Bonnie wasn't wary, but the antsiness simply made her irritable and she knew it. If she didn't do something, she was going to wind up snapping at someone - or worse. "Feel like it." It was muttered under her breath, but a thankful grin crossed her lips anyway. "Please." She held out her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "You could even just use me as a fetch gopher, I need to do something."
the deadpan makes him laugh and he bumps the front of his foot gently against hers. "i know, such a weird coincidence." he murmurs, fingertips gently tapping against the table. "what did you order? anything fancy or something simple?" jordan was a pretty simple person, as long as he got caffeine into his system - then he was happy. regardless of the extra fancy toppings. sometimes he'll treat himself, though.
her grin widens at the sound of his laugh. bonnie's trying to will her blush away, but she doesn't think it's working. still, she's glad he doesn't seem to be pointing it out. "nothing so fancy." she offers jordan a shrug, smile a touch shyer. "a caramel latte." bonnie leans forward a little, as if she's going to tell him a secret. "i asked for the hazelnut creamer though. as a treat."
it doesn't take long for jordan to catch up at the coffee shop, door opening with an adorably rustic little jingle. he loves places like that, places that still hold charm while the world falls apart outside the doors. he spots her and smiles, putting in a quick order. then he sits down opposite her, shrugging off his jacket. "hey, stranger. fancy seeing you here."
jordan reaches the shop before her drink's ready. more importantly, before bonnie's fully collected herself. she flushes under his gaze, his smile unfairly pretty. "what a surprise," she deadpans despite her blush. "me, at the coffee shop we said i'd meet you at." bonnie offers jordan a lopsided grin. "it's good to see you."
[ sms ] cute. i like that. [ sms ] see you soon. [ sms ] <3
so maybe her brain freezes when he sends the heart back at her in turn. by the time bonnie's figured out she shouldn't just not reply, she's at the coffee shop and will be seeing him in a matter of minutes. distractedly, she makes an order and takes a seat and can't help but wonder - is this a date?
emery doesn't want to sound sarcastic or mean, she doesn't want to sound disingenuous. her thumb rubs gently over bonnie's knuckles, trying to reassure her with touch that she isn't going anywhere. she's staying put, exactly where she is. she has her own secrets, ones that she can maybe tell bonnie about. "i already know quite a lot of things i shouldn't. it's okay, you can tell me."
bonnie's started clutching at emery's hand. she doesn't even realise it, the thumb stroking so gently over her knuckles that she's swallowing around a lump in her throat. she hopes she's not making a mistake. one shaky breath in, breath out, and bonnie meets emery's eyes with a steadiness that she doesn't feel. "i'm a witch." again, she swallows, throat dry. she manages to get more words out, but it is hesitantly done. "not - not a mutant, or anything like that. potion making, spell casting, certified witch. from a family of witches. from a town that built over leylines, attracting all sorts of the supernatural."
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brows come together in confusion and what could be misconstrued as concern for her. she says she's going to look like shes in pain and that sounds kind of bad, if he's honest. "are you actually going to be in pain though?" not because he cares, not at all. he's just curious. just wants to know whether or not she's putting herself through some kind of pain to keep them safe.
the question takes her by surprise, if she's honest. it's not that her friends don't care about what it takes for her to do magic. it's that the stakes are usually too high for them to do anything about it. they've all just sort of - accepted it, she supposes. "a little." she doesn't lie, but she drags her answer out slowly. "like a migraine." bonnie shrugs, eying jackson for a second. "it'll pass, and we'll be safe."
pls send me memes ok good night i have to wake up in like 7ish hours.
βYou can always ask for help if you need toβ
[ SMS ] excellent. [ SMS ] i'll see you there :) [ SMS ] should be about 10 minutes.
[ text: jordan β€οΈβπ₯ ] that sounds perfect. [ text: jordan β€οΈβπ₯ ] see you. <3
scott knows the right questions to ask because he's been that person before. putting himself in the crossfire with little to no care about whether or not he was going to get injured. "if you're sure." because he doesn't want her getting injured, really; he'd prefer that neither of them got hurt during this but that's simply unrealistic.
a little sting is nothing compared to some of the things he's been through. he's experienced much worse pain than that and he wasn't going to complain, not when bonnie was putting herself through this to get them out of there. he wasn't going to make it about himself.
her hand lifts and the rocks come flying down, the barrier between them and the outside world no longer there. the stones were sharp and painful but it really wasn't that bad. he's dealt with worse.
"is that it? are you okay?"
bonnie appreciates that he doesn't try to stop her again. he trusts what she's saying, what she's capable of - and doesn't overestimate her either. she appreciates it more than she can fully explain, so she doesn't try to.
maybe later, when they're safe, she'll thank him for it. for trying to protect her, and working together instead of taking on everything themselves.
she focuses on the magic needed to bring the rocks down. it's not a spell, exactly, more raw blast she lets out like a silent yell. sometimes it builds up, the power she has and keeps contained with all her rage and hurt and heartbreak, and she feels somewhat like she expects a pressure cooker does.
now she expels all of that towards the rocks, and they scatter, some crumbling, most pieces blasting away. some though, some fly forward, there's no stopping it. bonnie only stops once the way is clear, hands dropping to her sides as she lets out a loud whoosh of relief.
are you okay, scott asks, and bonnie blinks for a second before she smiles. there's an ache in her neck, just like she expected, and she could sleep for the next 36 hours very happily, but other than that - "i'm okay. you? the rocks didn't actually cause any damage, right?"
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[ text ] close enough. [ text ] no, it definitely wouldn't. [ text ] i will see what i can do for you. [ text ] it's alright.
[ text ] you are a lifesaver. [ text ] i'm gonna sit near the bartender and pray real hard.
@littlebennettbitch & jordan.
[ SMS ] hey, you. [ SMS ] i'm almost finished with work. [ SMS ] do you wanna get a coffee with me?
[ text: jordan β€οΈβπ₯ ] hey, stranger. [ text: jordan β€οΈβπ₯ ] of course. [ text: jordan β€οΈβπ₯ ] (unsent) is this a date? [ text: jordan β€οΈβπ₯ ] meet you there?
