Good Girls - Laura Ruby (Will it win any awards? Probably not, but I read it when I was a teenager and I've been dying for the adaptation ever since.)
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (I know this has had a TON of hype but it really is one of those books that I wish I could read again for the first time)
Love Awakened - JR Ward (3rd in the series and a guilty pleasure read but I think we all need one of those)
The Bromance Book Club - Lyssa Kay Adams (Extremely freaking cute)
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen (She's the original romance girly what can I say.)
Suddenly I've forgot every book I've ever read lmao
first sentence of a fanfic: “What did you think I’d say to that?”
(Can be read along with this and this and this and this and this and this)
“What did you think I’d say to that?”
“…No. I guess.” Zuko forces himself to inhale a deep, steady breath like it doesn’t hurt to say it, staring at the ornately painted ceiling that suddenly seems like a wonderful decision of Earth Kingdom decorating.
A beat, then the rustle of bedclothes as Jet rolls over. “Why’d you ask, then?”
Zuko swallows hard, trying to find the words, trying to force them past the sudden tightness of his throat, trying not to flinch when Jet props himself up on an elbow, tries, tries, tries with Jet just there, watching him.
“Wanted to,” Zuko finally pushes out, the admission scraping raw out of his throat. Zuko immediately bracing himself for the castigations not to be so self-centered as he hears the words actually fall free, for the reprimands that a Fire Lord can’t be so myopic, so greedy, so foolish and selfish and—
“Oh?” Jet’s cocks his head, curious, his patchwork of scars silvery in the moonlight, and it takes another hundred or so hummingbee-fast heartbeats for Zuko to realize that nothing else is coming.
He manages a gurgling noise back.
Jet exhales a—a laughing kind of breath. “You wanted to?”
Zuko scowls, shoulders hunching and hands fisting against the coverlet. Like he’s an obstinate toddler, or something. Nothing befitting an adult in this conversation, let alone a Fire Lord, the sharp knowledge of that fact once again doing nothing to actually soothe the prickly spike of his inner flame.
Zuko startles a little when Jet’s fingers suddenly walk over the stiffly embroidered hem of the coverlet, tugging and rumpling the edge where Zuko had smoothed it perfectly flat over his chest. “You wanted dirty, scruff me, hm?”
Zuko huffs, refusing to—to be mocked like this, when he just—Jet keeps pushing him to—and it felt—he thought—
“You wanted me getting leaves all over your fancy schmancy fire palace?”
Zuko trips out of his thoughts. “What?” Zuko stares at him, baffled. “Leaves all—are you packing them in?”
Jet bares his teeth in something approximating a grin. “You want me leaving fingerprints”—Jet’s fingers suddenly flatten against Zuko’s chest, dragging over bare skin and his stumbling heart—“all over the fancy schmancy walls?”
“You—why are your hands so greasy in this scenario?” Zuko says with a frown, grabbing at Jet’s wrist. “Are you dipping your hands in oil?”
Jet leans his weight into his stilled hand and pointedly smears the other over Zuko’s chest, holding Zuko’s eyes and smirking in slow challenge. Something flips in Zuko’s throat, low in his stomach.
Maybe it’s just Jet pushing the air out of him.
“You want mud everywhere?” Jet murmurs, close now, wrapping his tongue around the words like he’s savoring them, digging his nails in. “All over your fancy Fire Lord clothes?”
“Why—” Zuko sucks in a breath, focusing on pushing his chest out against Jet’s weight. He belatedly realizes he needs to actually release Jet’s wrist to move him. “Why are you acting like you don’t take baths?”
A soft, amused noise, Jet leaning in to exhale hot against his ear and scrape a thumbnail over his nipple and pin down his bicep and whisper, “You want me to stain every seat I sit in?”
“I see you take them,” Zuko points out like he isn’t flexing his bicep just to feel Jet nails scrape against his skin. “I took one with you.”
“You want me—” Jet’s knee nudging over his hip, toes scraping over his knees. “—leaving footprints on the tables?”
“Why would your feet be on the—and you can just clean them,” Zuko huffs, chest tight and fire flipping as he fights the urge to reach down for that knee. “You take baths, I couldn’t get you out this morning, I was almost late, why—"
Jet suddenly laughs. “They’re so nice and warm when you’re in them, Lee.” His swings himself astride Zuko’s waist so suddenly that Zuko can only grunt under the shift of his weight and reflexively grab onto his knees—oh, nice—to keep them from landing anywhere they shouldn’t. “You trying to sweet talk me into another one?”
Zuko coughs a little, confused by the sudden shift in Jet’s tone and also distracted by the sudden press of bare skin against his own, thighs and calves and ass and—
“You know you just have to ask, hot thing,” Jet practically purrs, shaggy hair falling around his face as he tilts his head on a way that would probably be coquettish on anyone else but on him just look feral. Zuko doesn’t understand how he can still look like he’s tonguing at a straw of wheat when there’s nothing in his mouth.
Zuko is going to stop thinking about it, though, considering where Jet’s—yeah.
“Why suddenly so shy?” Jet murmurs, tone low, heated. “You can shout loud enough to clear the trees.”
Zuko doesn’t know whether it makes him burn more or less hot with embarrassment to know that Jet isn’t referring to sex.
“All you have to do,” Jet whispers, dragging his thumb over Zuko’s lips, “is tell me what you want.”
Zuko swallows, hard. “I did.”
Jet stills over him. Zuko struggles not to hold his breath, to ignore the twist of his fire and stumble of his heart as Jet finds his eyes, Jet’s thumb still pressed to the bow of his lips and Jet’s gaze shadowed with the moonlight at his back.
“I have responsibilities,” Jet finally says quietly—says seriously. No taunting murmurs and teasing flirtation and sultry, coy glances. The words as plain and naked as Zuko suddenly feels, as Jet so rarely ever, ever is.
“I know,” Zuko says back, just as stripped bare.
Jet’s face is opaque, would be unreadable even if it weren’t backlit, Zuko knows.
“People rely on me.”
Zuko takes in a long, shaky breath. “I know.”
“You asked anyways.”
Zuko closes his eyes and manages in a bare whisper, “Yes.” And it was selfish, selfish, selfish, always in the end he’s so selfish, he never seems to actually—
Jet is suddenly against his lips, his left hand sinking into Zuko’s hair, tugging, the right pressing wide-spread over his chest, like Jet is trying to force the gasp out of him, trying to swallow it down. “Ask me again, Fire Lord,” Jet breathes back into him, with teeth. “Ask me to come back to the Fire Nation with you again.” Jet’s body settles heavy over his. “Tell me what you want, Zuko,” Jet whispers so softly he more feels it against his lips, in the race of Jet’s heart against his skin, so softly he almost wonders if he imagines the words, “Let’s find out what I’ll say.”
🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings
I feel like so many of these have already ended up in my fics lol. One thoughis that Sokka and Zuko are always leapfrogging each other in height, and that they both grow until they're like...23.
So whenever they see each other they're triumphant and smug about being taller and outraged if they're not, and lording being able to look down on the other, and probably doing their hair to seem taller and wearing boots with heels to one-up each other and constantly making a whole show and competition of it...
When in reality they are basically the exact same height depending on who hunched over their desk more today lol
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them? - Gojo
The adults are talking - the strokes. no explanation just vibes alone
Clarity - Zedd, Foxes. also no explanation, different type of vibes but also gojo vibes in the way its so fun and powerful? (stupid wording) i just think this song has like an explosion of personality like he does
Cupids chokehold - gym class heroes. bc he is a simp
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