i have SEVERAL hyperfixations

she/her | on the brink of collapse constantly

[agirlwithachakram]

What Scott thought was happening:

Shane: haha you played badly

Scott: I am annoyed with you and the other famously good young player who also made fun of me last night

Shane: SHUT YOUR FUCK UP I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU

What Shane thought was happening:

Shane: I am gently ribbing you! As is the custom in our sport! Making a bid for connection with a guy I think is my friend, sort of?

Scott: Get out of my face and go suck your Russian boyfriend's cock, f*****

Shane: If I don't freak out, he'll know I'm gay. PUSSY. GO HOME OLD MAN. is that suitable yelling? i better attack him physically also!!

[kosmogrl]

[echoesofsaturn]

"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past

[desinteresse]

When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.

[willgrahamscock]

me existing: am I doing something wrong?

[chrisbangz]

😎😎

bonus:

[tojisno1g00ner]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭…

Husband!Katsuki who pulls open the curtain in the morning, waking you up as the morning rays seeps into your whole bedroom. He doesn’t head to the bathroom to prepare for the day nor the kitchen to cook up some fresh pancakes but instead, hops back onto the bed and feel the sun upon his skin as he stretches, waiting for you to give him a honeyed morning greeting and paste a soft peck onto his neck. 

Husband!Katsuki who kneels on the floor as your toddler wobble around on the couch, worried hands hovering over her frame incase she falls but she grabs the back pillows to stabilise her cubby body, rejecting his help which causes him to tear up internally because she’s growing up a little too fast to his liking.

Husband!Katsuki who lightly shushes you behind the kitchen door as you try to whimper as softly as you could about how he feels so good, thick cock tickling every inch of your dripping cunt as he groans into your ear about having another baby while the nanny unknowingly plays with your kid in the living room.

“It’s your birthstone,” Husband!Katsuki who gives a peck on your cheek after he hooks the light chains around your neck as your head rests against his shoulder, muscles toughened up through the days and weeks and years of training; he tastes the excited grin across your lips as you return a light smooch to his and thank him for your anniversary gift. 

Husband!Katsuki who fights the growling pomeranian who’s gripping the end of your bra as he clutches the other end, screaming at the dog to let go and for your kid to get out of the bedroom incase it goes feral and attacks her while you’re out getting groceries. 

Husband!Katsuki who places your daughter on his lap as he settles in front of the set of drums, hands guiding hers to firmly hold the drum sticks as he points to each little instruments and name them before teaching the basics to a babbling 1 year old.

Husband!Katsuki who’s the stay-at-home parent for the week, makes cute bento boxes he got inspired by on pinterest and does all the chores and even secretly join a dad subreddit so that he could know all the secrets of a parent.

Husband!Katsuki who brings his family to his parent’s, a warm grin dancing across his cheek as he finds his daughter jumping into her grandmother’s arms, a stoke of comfort within his chest as he glances at you and tells himself he finally has his own family, something he had dreamed about since forever ago and he’s one lucky of a bastard to have one with you. 

Husband!Katsuki who kisses the back of your hand before the two of you fall asleep, a fiery of in-loved red within his eyes that never seems to disappear despite the end of the night or the last of days that gazes at your features as he lets out a gentle whisper of a reminder that you’re the only soul that he loves. 

[tojisno1g00ner]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭…

Husband!Katsuki who pulls open the curtain in the morning, waking you up as the morning rays seeps into your whole bedroom. He doesn’t head to the bathroom to prepare for the day nor the kitchen to cook up some fresh pancakes but instead, hops back onto the bed and feel the sun upon his skin as he stretches, waiting for you to give him a honeyed morning greeting and paste a soft peck onto his neck. 

Husband!Katsuki who kneels on the floor as your toddler wobble around on the couch, worried hands hovering over her frame incase she falls but she grabs the back pillows to stabilise her cubby body, rejecting his help which causes him to tear up internally because she’s growing up a little too fast to his liking.

Husband!Katsuki who lightly shushes you behind the kitchen door as you try to whimper as softly as you could about how he feels so good, thick cock tickling every inch of your dripping cunt as he groans into your ear about having another baby while the nanny unknowingly plays with your kid in the living room.

“It’s your birthstone,” Husband!Katsuki who gives a peck on your cheek after he hooks the light chains around your neck as your head rests against his shoulder, muscles toughened up through the days and weeks and years of training; he tastes the excited grin across your lips as you return a light smooch to his and thank him for your anniversary gift. 

Husband!Katsuki who fights the growling pomeranian who’s gripping the end of your bra as he clutches the other end, screaming at the dog to let go and for your kid to get out of the bedroom incase it goes feral and attacks her while you’re out getting groceries. 

Husband!Katsuki who places your daughter on his lap as he settles in front of the set of drums, hands guiding hers to firmly hold the drum sticks as he points to each little instruments and name them before teaching the basics to a babbling 1 year old.

Husband!Katsuki who’s the stay-at-home parent for the week, makes cute bento boxes he got inspired by on pinterest and does all the chores and even secretly join a dad subreddit so that he could know all the secrets of a parent.

Husband!Katsuki who brings his family to his parent’s, a warm grin dancing across his cheek as he finds his daughter jumping into her grandmother’s arms, a stoke of comfort within his chest as he glances at you and tells himself he finally has his own family, something he had dreamed about since forever ago and he’s one lucky of a bastard to have one with you. 

Husband!Katsuki who kisses the back of your hand before the two of you fall asleep, a fiery of in-loved red within his eyes that never seems to disappear despite the end of the night or the last of days that gazes at your features as he lets out a gentle whisper of a reminder that you’re the only soul that he loves. 

[dashielldeveron]

soulmate trope | bakugou

Bakugou’s route of soulmate trope.

His chapter follows the most standard soulmate rules, so that’s why he’s first. From here on out, it gets more unhinged.

Warnings: lots of talkin’ ‘bout dicks.

~6k words.

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[wh1sp3rr]

𑊡˚+₊🤍✦ — 2:56AM + bkg; one shot

cw: established relationship, fem. reader, hurt & comfort, slight fluff!

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

it’s 2:56 in the morning and your sleep is distracted by the thinning of new light through your lids. it’s warm, dim and to the right of you, just where your boyfriend coincidentally is…

“why are you awake?” you slowly say, testing the words since fatigue had clouded your language, “what time is it?”

“almost 3,” his lower than usual voice says. he shuts his book gently, puppy-earring the page as he shifts his body to become parallel to yours. your eye is stretched from the unintended pulling of your arm as you lean against it, it cushioning you as you wean yourself on the comfort of flesh rather than bedding for the soon coming touch of each other. you laugh breathlessly, “so why are you awake?” he shrugs. his face does too with the rise of his eyebrows and the pout of his lips. “just felt like reading, it’s one of those nights.”

one of those nights. the nights where his memories would threaten his peace and disrupt his equanimity. that force him to forget that he is safe and he is at fault for certain things he punishes himself for. one of those nights where god would play puppeteer with his mind, and mush it to something unpleasant and pained. where his eyes water more often at random things you would say and his already quiet nature quieter.

you fix your posture so that the eye contact is easy. so that katsuki looks forward into you rather than down at you. your eyes flick towards the aforementioned book and you try to read the upside down title by uncomfortably twisting your head, poorly sounding out the name of it. katsuki notices and swiftly twists the book around with his fingertips, easing your illiteracy for upended literature.

it was one of his heavier books, infinite jest. your eyebrows raise similarly to how his did before, simply at the awe of how deep in the puppy-earred page was. “you’re so smart,” and you claw at little threads of his volumised hair. he only smiles. you tuck hair behind his ear, trying again and again as it pops out each time with frisk till you give up and start braiding at the blond inches.

he’s looking down. sorrowfully. like he’s thinking of only metaphorical knives to his thrice over scarred wounds. you kiss softly at his cheek, to bring his attention back to the reality of the moment. how it doesn’t have to be flourished with conversation between the two of you or plastered with bitter thoughts of his own. you remind him of how he still has control, and in you taking notice of your own, you hope maybe he will too.

his countenance lightens, his stare less brutal and tiny than before. you kiss again, higher, so your nose tickles his bottom lashes, so brown and boyish. and he turns to you, at last.

he wants to say something and as soon as he does, his hurt betrays him, catches in his throat, slits him up and paws at the stretch of his tongue, gnawing for its desperate escape. to call out to his lover that he wants her, so badly. so badly so that she can save him, stick her hand down his throat, clasp and tug at his hurt and save him. free him from this agony as she nourishes and cares for his hurt, healing it to be something wiser, something newer, something better. his hurt shivers his voice so that when he does attempt to speak, there’s a heavy crack at his voice, and his lips immediately blanket his teeth. a sore attempt to drown out the cry from within.

your face is still, but hopeful. you mustn’t let him down with your worry. “baby?”

he breaks. all the waves of anger, of pain, of tender reminiscence come flooding out. and his chest heaves. god, his chest heaves so bad that there’s a wheeze in his cries. your shirt, his actually, soaks with his drops of “i can’t do it anymore,” “i’m sorry.” “i just can’t.”

you slip your fingers into his hair. kissing at it, leaning your face’s weight against it, wishing for it to come above you so you could see his face. so you could promise his hurt away with not only your dulcet affirms but your nurturing eyes, like a mother.

your heart beats so fast when it’s like this. when you think of all the dangerous consequences if you don’t do the right thing. if you encourage this pain with your own. if you let it turn into a wallowing mess rather than a sympathising confinement. the evil reminder that if you don’t say something soon, do something soon, the last grain of sand would dip into the heap.

so you act.

you let him wail out sentiments that may or may not be grandly true but are in this very moment and let yourself morph into a catharsis, though you already were: his safety. his spot of comfort. and you pull his face up to meet yours. he refuses to. is too ashamed of the emasculated sludge he’s become. but you dip your head down to celebrate this exhaust with him. to commend him for not letting the bottle explode and become just a little lighter than it was before. beautiful katsuki, who doesn’t understand how angelic he looks when he cries. he looks alive, a contrast to how he is the days leading up to times like this.

his pretty pinks of cheeks and his little rudolphing nose. the young swell of his eyes and the dampness of the trail to his neck. your forehead leans into his, and your eyes shut, and it’s perfect. it’s what he didn’t know he needed. the key.

it was in translation to him: ‘i’m listening. i’m here and i’m listening.’ and he let it stay that way. he didn’t let his ego, his overtly masculine pride, confuse himself with what was the best thing to do. for once, he let his heart think, instead of his brain feel. and while not always, today was a time where it favoured him. where it told him to touch her arm, her hand, and cling to it. that it would not be a sin to leave his forehead magnet stuck to yours and that if he would accept the grogginess of the next day, you two were allowed to talk for hours.

he breathes in and sighs. “okay, so, um..” he is cut off by another harsh cry. “shhh, it’s okay, katsuki. take all the time you need.”

he sniffs up the sticky, infant green that traps his nose and starts again, “it’s just i was remembering that one time when…”

the night berried on into a strike of gold and wisps of white, filled with your dialogue and the eventual song of birds.

it was sweeter now. it deserved to be.

you smiled and laughed, controlled, wary of the others next door whom are still asleep. “what time is it now?”

you’re now blanketing his chest, as is he to you. his back against the headboard while your hands pillow his head before the wood discomfort. his hands haven’t moved from your waist, so the feeling is loud when he traced with his left finger 7:00am.

you gasp, “no, you’re joking.” and peer behind yourself to look at the brightening of the day. “oh my god, we’re fucked.” you squeal, scrunching your face into humoured disappointment. “no, we’re not.” he peppers your face with kisses, eyes still swollen from the hours before. “cuz we’re not going in.”

you “ugh”, though you were secretly joyed, this secret present in the two of you. “they’re gonna be so mad.” katsuki ponders on it, knowing it’s actually maybe a bad idea. he “ughs” too and swings you down onto your back, tickling at your neck with his nose. “but i’m so tiiirrreedd,” he mocks your higher voice and all you can do is laugh and giggle and glee.

“fine. but you’ll read infinite jest with me then.”

your eyes widen and you shake your head, “you can read infinite jest to me.” he squishes your cheeks and voices your name, “read with me and i promise i’ll read to you.” you smile and sarcastically roll your head to notion that you’re actually rolling your eyes, “okay, but you’re buying me the book.” “already have.”

he’s so smug it’s annoying. “you’ll love it.” and to that you say, “i better.”

“7:05 now.”

you stretch up and touch your feet to the different, cold texture of the floor, looking at the ground and then suddenly meeting katsuki’s lips as you turn. “thank you, y/n. i love you so much.” he kisses again. “so so much.”

you revel in the plush of each kiss. the kindling ignited more each time. “okay.” he smiles, pushing himself off the bed, offering his hand to his lady.

“we’re gonna be late. already 7:10.”

[sincerelybubbles]

thinking about knowing better english than bakugo.

thinking about being at a party where they're playing english music and perking up because hey! you know the words to this one!!

thinking about humming along and eventually getting more comfortable and starting to sing some of the verses you know better

thinking about bakugo just watching you, not really understanding the lyrics

thinking about him asking you where you've heard the song before

"how do ya know this one?"

and explaining how you know the song

and eventually asking if he recognizes any of the words

because he did study english in school

thinking about him admitting that he was never really interested in english culture

(until now that you're suddenly singing their songs quietly and swaying gently to the beat. now he's a little curious)

thinking about a new song coming on after he admits that, interrupting your chain of thought because you haven't heard this one in forever!

"oh! i love this song!"

"yeah? what's it 'bout?"

thinking about starting to explain it to him humming the lyrics before getting to the chorus

"what's it sayin'"

thinking about starting to translate the lyrics for him leaning against his side so he can hear you better over the song

thinking about him focusing on how your nose scrunched while you think about how to best translate thinking about him hardly listening as he just focuses on how happy you look

under the dim lights and relaxed

thinking about him focusing in on your thigh pressed against his

and how you keep chewing on your lip as you listen to the verse and how you lean in even closer to translate the lyrics to him

thinking about doing the same for the next song that plays

and then the next

until you're giggling at how you keep stumbling over your words trying to translate fast enough

until he's fighting the urge to kiss you because he doesn't want you to stop talking but fuck,

you're everything to him

[just-a-lil-critter]

Saw this in my feed today and all I could think was "This is about Kacchan"

I've seen a lot of antis say how Bakugo bullied Izuku is unforgivable and we shouldn't idolise him let alone even like him at all and

Here's the thing. I've been in Deku's shoes. I have been an unchill asshole punchbag my entire life and guess what

Half of those people are my friends now. They did horrible things to me when we were kids and I'll never forget it, but I did forgive them.

Because they changed. Made actual effort to apologise and be better to me in their own ways and that kind of growth is what we've been seeing so clearly in Katsuki.

I have yet to meet a 15 year old who isn't fucked in the head (bully or bullied) so the next time an anti calls us out for respecting a character with so much growth and emotional maturity ima virtually slap this post on their dashboard because Kacchan fuckin earned it.

[carrottoast-deactivated20230722]

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bakugou who says 'I'll do a circle around the parking spot, I'll be here when you're done' as he hands you his card and a peck on the cheek as you go pick up the food you've both ordered late at night.

you don't use his card, only nestling it into your pocket and fishing your own to swipe and pay. you've never used his card through the hundreds of times throughout the years where you run in a small business to fish out an item, his card always placed in your pockets.

it's years after once he realized this, the numbers aren't adding up and he notices that he has more money than he should. it send him into a frenzy, did he get promoted? did someone hack into his account and start randomly giving him money?

hes muttering when you sneak behind his home desk. "hi," you peak at his phone and watch as his fingers move quick to see every transaction he had concluding in 'food & drinks'. bakugou hums and rubs against your cheek, grumbling about how 'f'king weird' something is in his bank account.

"what's up?"

"did you use my card when we went to go pick up that sushi from sunday?"

your heads are facing each other now, he's got a pout on his lips and you ponder before shaking your head, "no, why?"

"huh? what'd ya pay with?"

"my card?"

and he's genuinely upset about it the entire month. having not realized that every time he's sent you to go pick up the food the two of you've ordered, you've never used his card once.

bakugou never let's you go in by yourself now, telling you to be quiet as he spends an extra 5 minutes looking for parking for you to walk in, his card in his hand and the other gripping yours.

"y're telling me that y've been paying these past years when i give you my card? to use?"

[bucky-blogs]

She’s crazy

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Word Count: 1,080

Warnings: swear words and a bit of smut at the end 

Synopsis: I based this oneshot on this post and I changed it to Zuko

You speed down the hall and into the Firelord’s throne room where Zuko was having a meeting with the Avatar and his friends. This was the day Zuko introduced you to his friends. Only a few people knew about you, that includes his uncle, his staffs, and a couple of fire sages.

Zuko didn’t have the time to tell them about you, he was planning on introducing you during the Fire Lily Festival, which was happening in a week and you’ve been running around the palace to make sure everything was in place. He invited people from all over the four nations to come and join as they bring back the festival in the capital once more.

You were running late to the meeting because you got distracted by arranging the food for lunch and feeding the turtle ducks. Then, you had to reschedule a meeting with the council for the Fire Lily Festival because the Gaang arrived a day earlier than you expected them to arrive. Lastly, you went back to the turtle duck pond because you saw one of the babies got lost and you couldn’t help but look for it so the little turtle duck could return to its mother.

Now, your dress was all muddy and your shoes was in your hand all wet. You were muttering profanities under your breath as you walked down the halls, the guards looking at you with concern. 

The guards and servants looked at you weird. You couldn’t blame them. Your shoes were in your hand so you were walking barefooted. Your hair was out of its top knot and your headdress was out of place. You didn’t have the time to change your clothes.

As you reached the throne room, the guards opened the door for you and you bumped into one of the servants who were on their way out. 

“Sorry!” you called out as you hurriedly went to the platform to greet Zuko and his friends. Your movements come to halt as you put your hands on your knees, breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. You flattened your hair and went to go up the platform when you slightly slipped, stupid wet shoes. 

Zuko watched you straighten your posture with an amused look on his face, he held back a laugh when he heard you speak, “Stupid shoes, why can’t you dry easier! I’m a firebender for Agni’s sake! You will dry now or I will throw you away”. He turned his gaze to his friends, all of them looking at you confused. The whole throne room was silent except for your muttering. Zuko could only imagine that his friends were wondering if this woman was crazy or not after seeing what she looked like and hearing her talk to her shoes!!

“Forgive me.” Zuko gestured to you, as you walked slowly up the platform to sit beside him. “I don’t know who this woman is, really.”

You hit his leg with your wet shoes that you removed as you went up. “He’s lying” you sat beside him and raised your left hand at the Gaang. “We’re married” you winked at them as you do your best to dry your shoes with your firebending.

“She’s crazy” Zuko chuckled as he saw the shock on his friends’ faces. Sokka was the one to voice out what everyone’s thinking, “Since when?? Why didn’t you tell us?”

He shrugged “We didn’t want too much attention, the fire nation already knew she was betrothed to me when we were still kids so it wasn’t much a shock to them when she came back”

“Are you still telling people that I’m crazy? I swear to Agni, Zuko” you told him amused. Zuko just laughed and stood up, “Let me formally introduce you to my friends. [Y/N] [L/N], Fire Lady of the Fire Nation”

You stood up and bowed to his friends “It’s an HONOR to meet you. I heard all about you. The purpose of this meeting was to formally invite you to the public ceremony, we will be having during the festival” you hooked your arm in Zuko’s as you walk down the platform together to greet his friends up close. 

His friends were still speechless as you descended down the stairs. “I don’t want to be rude, but I’m sure you’re all tired from the trip. Let me escort you to your designated rooms while I steal the Fire Lord for a while because someone forgot to tell me that his friends were coming earlier than I expected” you told them with a smile, gritting your teeth at Zuko looking at him with wide eyes. 

One by one you lead them to their rooms and return to Zuko once they’re all settled in. You thrust your still wet shoes in his hands as you walk beside him, “Oh love, you didn’t have to get me any gift,” he laughed as you link your arms together walking down the hallways to your room. 

“It’s my early gift to you, seeing as you were working so hard lately” you joked and faced him, combing your fingers in his hair “Not telling people about our secret wedding was fun. The look on your friends’ faces was priceless, especially Sokka’s. But now, I’m ready to tell the whole nations that you’re mine” you giggled as you lean your head on his chest

“That’s the plan, my love” He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. His nose crunching at your smell, “Someone clearly needs a bath.”

You hit his chest playfully “It’s your fault!”. You go inside the room, the servants already finished arranging your bath. “Are you sure you can’t stay for a while? I already postponed some of your meetings for today”

“I need to finalize some details with Aang regarding Republic City,” Zuko told you, not bothering to look in your direction as you undress before him. 

“Oh well, I guess I have to bathe all by myself, in the steaming water” you smirked as you removed your dress fully, standing naked before him. He took a big gulp at your heavenly sight, “I think the Avatar can wait a few more moments,” he told you as he already started stripping the moment he saw you nude. He quickly grabbed your waist and picked you up on his shoulders, slightly smacking your downside as he placed you both in the bath.

Thank you for reading! I decided to do some fluff now bc I was feeling it

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take care of you

summary: Your worry about the future and are used to taking care of your friends. Luckily, Zuko is there to take care of you.

a/n: i don’t realllyyy ship Zutara but one of the aspects i love about their relationship is that Zuko is virtually the only person that Katara doesn’t have to act as a mother to, so I was largely inspired by that dynamic.

requested?: nope!

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Your fingers ran shakily through your hair, air escaping your lips in uneven breaths. You shut the heavy door behind you, coming to sit upon the air temple’s sturdy bed that rested in the center of your given bedroom. You had been fine until a few minutes ago, you had been enjoying the crispness of the air and warmth of the sun until the words of quiet voices had floated to your ears. Whispers of Aang and his destiny, of death and murder and war. The other people, they expected Aang to be able to kill the Firelord just like that, to abandon his childhood and sense of self in a split moment of violence. You knew he couldn’t do that, you loved him like a brother and if there was one thing you knew for sure it was that Aang’s heart of gold was impenetrable. You had glanced down to wear he stood with Zuko, arms raised in an aggressive stance, the fire that spouted from his palms betraying his lighthearted nature. The image had left you breathless, your protective side alighted against the cruel expectations of this twelve-year-old boy, of your dear friend.

You were upset, and you knew there was nothing you could do about it. Killing the Firelord was Aang’s destiny, and it couldn’t be altered by simple adoration or protectiveness. It shouldn’t be Aang, the weight of the world shouldn’t fall on the back of this war-born child, but it was. Your head rested in your hands, mind swimming with attempts to ward off images of death and fire and the ideas of fate and destiny. You felt silly being so affected by the muttered words of children while your friends were out there training and fighting their own battles. You were disrupted from your emotional state by the creaking of a door and the appearance of a shaggy head of black hair.

You lifted your head, plastering on a smile. “Hey, Zuko. What’s up?”

He stepped in quietly, closing the door behind him. “Hey, Y/n, I just…” his eyes darted between the walls, his hand raising to rake through his hair. “Well, I saw you leaving, and you seemed upset. So I thought I would just…come check on you.”

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all that mattered

based on this request: Hello! I love your writing! Can i request a zuko x firebender reader where the reader was a close friend of zuko’s and went with him when he had to go hunt the avatar and she goes w the gaang in the catacombs and is hurt by zuko’s decision but they reconcile slowly @ the western air temple? Thanks!!

word count: 2.8k

You were happy, a cautious glint of hope pulling at your heartstrings as you smiled at Zuko from across the teashop. After all you had been through together; from playing pirates with the young boy who wore his heart on his sleeve to sneaking onto the navy ship to follow your best friend on his seemingly unachievable quest for the Avatar, you had finally grasped the scraps of unabashed content in the upper ring of Ba Sing Se. 

You were so proud of Zuko. He had come so far from the erratic, rage-filled boy you had stuck with the past three years, now growing into the person you always knew he was. The glimmers of your youth seemed so far now, yet closer than they had been in years. The Zuko you knew then; the soft, earnest child who loved his friend unashamedly in the merriments of your pretendings was slowly peeking out of the harsh exterior he had built up in his desolation. 

He found himself aching, yearning for your presence and the unwavering comfort you had always provided him. He could barely remember a world without you, without the familiarity of your laughter and the warmth of your caring touches. He knew he loved you, he supposed he always had. He knew it in the way his heart would speed up at the sight of your grin, how a lovely blush would make its way to his face at the soothing lilt of your voice. He knew he loved you, the same way he had when his hands were small and his face unscarred, when the only problems were the insufficient days that weren’t long enough to hold all your adventures. 

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anon request: Zuko sleepily leaning on his s/o not even thinking about it and the gaang staring at him like they don’t recognize him because he is so soft for s/o

They had all noticed it; they way he acted around you.

The way his eyes softened whenever a smile graced your features, the way his lips would quirk up at the ends as he stared at you with a reverence to rival that of the moon. They saw it; the way his hands would brush subtly against yours as you walked side by side, how his fingers would subconsciously reach out to graze your skin.

They saw the way he melted; his usual guarded exterior crumbling at the familiarity of your presence while you unknowingly filled the gaps in his heart left by the years of loneliness and exhaustion. You were his sanctuary, the walls he had so meticulously set up crashing down as he fearlessly bared to you his weary soul.

The group sat around the campfire, the flames casting shadows on your skin and the hushed voices of your friends carrying through the breeze and to your ears. Sokka was telling a story, his face animated and hands gesturing wildly. You weren’t quite sure what the story was about, more preoccupied with the fire bender who’s frame had been slowly caving into your figure.

You glance over, a fond smile pulling at your lips as you noticed the drooping of Zuko’s eyelids, the soft nodding of his head. His thigh pressed against yours and his shoulder resided against your side, his entire being itching for the solace of sleep. You felt the warmth emanating from his body; providing a comforting contrast to the chilly night air. His shaggy hair tickled your neck, tempting you to reach out and run your fingers through it.

You giggle softly as his eyes abruptly shoot open, the melodious sound causing his gaze to shift to yours. A sleepy smile overtakes his features, his head falling forward and nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his arms wind around your waist.

He shifts on the log, angling you so that he can comfortably hold you in his grasp and press a soft kiss to your cheek. Your face flushes mildly at the unexpected show of affection, a gleam of adoration shining in your eyes. You hold him lovingly, tenderly playing with the raven locks at the nape of his neck and rubbing a hand up and down the expanse of his back. You feel his breath against your skin, his eyelashes fluttering against your face as he buries himself deeper into your reprieve. Your own eyelids grow heavy, drifting downward until you find your cheek resting against the top of his head.

You don’t even realize your friends have stopped talking - pausing their ministrations to gape at the scene in front of them. The way Zuko’s forehead presses against your neck, his slender fingers drawling lazy circles around your hips. They had never seen him quite so free; the seemingly constant waves of trouble that usually fill him up cascading off of him as he blocks out the worries of the world through the heaven of your embrace. There is nothing but pure love in his caresses, his soul for once at rest from the ache of the world.

Sokka and Toph snicker quietly, Katara smiles. They disperse back to their sleeping bags, the embers in the hearth dwindling as the sounds of Appa’s snores fill the night. As the air grows colder and the light of the stars glints through the black vastness of the sky, Zuko’s arms stay wrapped around you - his mind at peace and his heart beating in accord with yours.