(a thought i’ve had—reader isn’t gendered here/no pronouns)
jing yuan who hasn’t felt this way in a long time, this ugly thing curling around his heart, squeezing and stabbing, and can’t find the words to act upon it. He wants you, needs you but keeping you would be cruel, and you deserve more than to be tethered to an aging husk like himself. So he lingers, teases, prods until you’re hissing and pushing him away. Or he’ll lean on you, let you do the same so you fall into his lap, curling around him before bed.
There are no words for this, for the hatred he harbors for Yutie when you talk to the soldier for too long, or how he would smite down that stranger for even thinking of looking at you like he’s even worth talking to you. These things aren’t something he can arrest or punish them for. He can’t blame them when you look at him like that.
Maybe if he listened he’d know you feel the same, want to spend your remaining days with him, that sometimes you want to kiss him, hold him, keep him tucked away in your arms until the two of you eventually lose your minds. Wouldn’t that be nice?
guys i love jealous/possessive jy who has to restrain himself it’s so yummy im sorry.
Fuck it, posting the glass eye fic I’ve been sitting on for a few months
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Katara didn’t trust Zuko as far as she could throw him, and based on past experiences, she couldn’t throw him very far without waterbending. Not that she’d hesitate to waterbend at him if he tried anything- and at this point, she was just waiting for him to slip up.
Which was why she was immediately ready to water whip him off the side of the temple when she heard Sokka’s terrified shriek. Okay, so maybe she didn’t exactly have proof he’d done anything, or even that he was anywhere near Sokka, but she ran towards the noise, water pouch at the ready, planning the best way to toss him out a window anyway-
And it was Zuko! She let herself have the vindication for a moment. Just a moment. Then asked “Sokka, what did you do?”
Look, she hated Zuko’s guts, but he didn’t look like he was actively hurting anyone right now, staring at Sokka in shock and clutching his face (the scarred side, she noted).
For good measure, she repeated the question at Zuko, because Sokka had screamed and he didn’t usually do that for no reason.
“I was just getting dressed!” Zuko protested, halfway between confused and afraid. “And he just came in and started screaming!”
Sokka made a strangled noise and gestured emphatically at Zuko, which cleared up absolutely nothing. “He- he- his- I-“
“Sokka!” She snapped. “What happened?”
Zuko lowered his hand a little and Sokka let out another half yelp. The firebender glared, then winced a little, still not uncovering his face.
“Wait, Sokka, did you hit him?”
Katara was a responsible person, who disapproved of hitting people on principle. She was not frowning at Sokka because she was jealous.
“No!” Sokka managed to get out. “Zuko- he- his eye fell out!”
Oh.
“Sokka...” she sighed. “Are you high again?”
“Wait-“ Zuko cut in, looking a little less confused (Katara would be angry with him for interrupting later, when she was less desperately perplexed). “You were freaking out because I took my eye out?”
“You... you what?” Katara was now matching Sokka’s confused horror. “You took your what out?”
Zuko lowered his hands, and yep, one eye. One eye and one not-eye, because Zuko only had one eye, and an empty eye socket, because what in Tui’s name was-
“What the fuck-“ She wasn’t sure if that was her or Sokka.
One - one - creepy gold eye blinked at them. “It’s a glass eye,” Zuko said slowly. “I kinda have to take it out sometimes.”
That explained everything and nothing at all. “It’s a what?” Sokka demanded.
“Glass eye,” Zuko said, then waved something small and eye-shaped in their general direction. He looked slightly more annoyed than usual, and then it struck Katara that someone screaming when they saw your face probably didn’t do wonders for self-esteem. “An eye. Made of glass.”
Sokka looked outright terrified. “But... how did your eye turn into glass? That happens? Do I have to worry about that?”
Katara did not slam her head into the wall, showing incredible self restraint. “Sokka, you idiot!” she groaned.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, eyes wide. “Katara, why didn’t you tell me this could happen?!”
As a healer, she had a duty to tell him he was being an absolute idiot and that it was clearly a prosthetic.
As a little sister, she had a duty to fuck with him, and that was a far more sacred duty.
“I’m sorry, Sokka,” she managed to sigh. “I didn’t want you to worry, with all the stuff you do that- no, don’t worry. It’s not so bad.”
“What?” His voice was strangled in fear. “Katara, what? Katara what am I doing?! How do I stop it?! Katara?!”
She’d almost forgotten about Zuko until he very sadly said “why do you think Aang doesn’t eat meat? The Avatar needs two eyes, and if one falls out, it could cause problems.”
She did not like Zuko at all, but right then, she loved him.
Ten minutes later, Sokka had sworn off meat, and then the other contributing factors to eyes spontaneously turning into glass and falling out: sarcasm, boomerangs and being an annoying big brother.
“He knows we’re joking, right?” Zuko asked cautiously after Sokka sprinted out to apologise to the spirits for making fun of waterbending.
“Eh, he’ll figure it out.”
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“So,” Toph said as they settled down for dinner - with Sokka being late for a meal for the first time in his life, “why is Snoozles throwing seal jerky into the canyon?”
“I have a glass eye,” Zuko explained.
The earthbender nodded sagely. “Yeah, makes sense.”
Aang was slowly looking between the three of them like it would make any of this any more sensical. “Uh... what?”
“Long story,” Katara sighed.
Her brother strode up to the campfire with his usual level of theatre, then remembered that being dramatic was also a risk factor and very calmly and slowly sat down. “I think I’m safe.”
“What about your hair?” Zuko asked, completely blank faced.
“... please tell me this isn’t why you had the bald ponytail.”
“You think I did that willingly? No, I needed at least one eye working.”
Sokka sprinted into the temple.
“You’re not actually going to let him shave his hair, are you?” Zuko asked, looking mildly concerned.
Okay, this was perfect and Katara would remember it lovingly for the rest of her life, but even her natural little sister sadism wouldn’t stretch that far. “Toph, please bring him back here.”
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“Toph, let me out of the rock! I need my eyes!”
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“Wait... what?”
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“What do you mean it’s not a medical condition?!”
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“What do you mean it’s a prosthetic!?!”
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“YOU LET ME THROW THE SEAL JERKY AWAY!”
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“Okay,” Sokka said calmly, two hours and a lot of yelling later. “That was a very cruel prank and I’m never forgiving any of you.”
“Shut up, Snoozles,” Toph scoffed.“There are more important things than your dignity. For example,” she turned to Zuko with a huge grin, “can I touch it?”
“It’s been in his head!” Sokka screeched. Apparently the dramatics were back on. “It has head goo on it!”
Katara frowned. “Sokka, how do you think bodies work?”
“Please?” Toph begged, giving very impressive polar-puppy-dog eyes for someone who couldn’t see. “No one ever lets me touch their real eyes.”
“Because you’re a menace,” Katara scoffed.
“Please, Sparky?”
“Ugh, fine,” Zuko sighed. “Give me a second.”
It occurred to everyone a moment too late that, oh yeah, if anyone was going to spontaneously invent glassbending, it would be Toph.
HI i am here to request a drabble/moodboard (if i can only have one, do whatever’s easier for you!!) with akaashi!! the scenario: strawberry picking!! and my fav color is pink
sending you all of the love in the world!!!
feat. bub, akaashi (bubashi :3) -> photographer!akaashi i guess lol
before you read: sfw; fluff
dedicated to: bub <3
warnings: established relationship, but other than that it's just good ol' fluff :)
a/n: ALKSDJFLKDSJ BUB I'M SO HONORED- you are also my first request omg :,) sending you all the love in the universeee <333
"Keiji, look!" she squealed, pointing at the strawberry sign that was ahead of them, "We're here!"
He laughed, "Yes, love, we are. Do you want to get out here while I go find a place to park?"
She nodded and smiled at him, "I'll wait for you by the entrance then!" Opening the door, she hopped out and gave Akaashi a little wave as he drove further down the road to the designated parking area. Bub turned to follow the path down to the gate, when she noticed patches of small, pink flowers along it, so she kneeled down to admire them.
Caressing the petals with her finger, she stared at the flowers, lost in thought. She didn't see Akaashi walking up with his camera in his hands, already focused on her.
When the shutter of the camera clicked, Bub blinked, looking up at Akaashi while he was looking at the camera, studying his latest shot.
"Perfect," he said, showing her the picture. It was of her gazing at the flower: her lips slightly parted as her hair and clothes rippled with the breeze. She looked ethereal.
Bub didn't seem to agree though. "Keijiii," she whined, "why did you have to bring the cameraaa??"
Shaking his head slightly, he laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead before replying, "Wanted to take pictures of my beautiful Bub, of course." Then, he held out an arm, watching her as she happily linked her arm in his, "But you wanted to go pick some strawberries?"
"Strawberries~!" she sang, "Time to pick some strawberries~!"
Making their way to the front, Bub and Akaashi were greeted by the farmers who owned the strawberry field. They were handed a basket and pointed to the strawberry fields, sent off with a cheerful 'Happy picking!'
Bub skipped ahead, excited to pick strawberries as Akaashi turned his camera on again, smiling as his eyes twinkled softly.
"Careful not to trip, love!" he called out after her.
She giggled in response, spinning around to face him, "Then hurry up! You're so slow, Keiji~"
"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled, waving his hand, "Just go pick some strawberries."
post-notes: bub, your s/o is like the most beautiful man on this planet, but you already knew that ;) also i have no idea how strawberry picking works so this is probably crazy unaccurate lol (and i... i think i forgot how to write fluff... is this fluff?? i don't know but i sure hope it is slkdfjal) -> hope it was worth the read though T-T
You set your phone on the desk before moving over to him.
He looks up from his books, “Time for a break,”
“Just a little more I’m-”
“No buts, you’ve been working for 6 hours straight now, I don’t even think you’ve gone to the bathroom.”
“I’m almost done,” and he does that half-scowl, half-pout you’re sure he invented.
“That’s what you said 2 hours ago,” you sigh out as your hands gently remove his glasses, placing it on the table.
He starts at the contact, “What are you-“
But you’ve already gotten to work. Holding his face in your hands, you first press your lips together, lightly. Effectively cutting off whatever scathing remark he was ready to throw your way. You watch as his eyes instinctively flutter shut at your actions.
Then you move on to his forehead, his eyes, his nose. Pressing a soft kiss onto every part of his face you could reach, slowly situating yourself on his lap. His hands instinctively latch on to your waist.
One hand stroking his cheek, the other angling his face, you trail kisses down his jaw, finally making it back to his mouth. His hands gently roam under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their trail.
You feel him trying to rush the kiss, but you don’t relent. Taking it slow and sweet, you put your all into it, hoping he feels your love and concern through it. Eventually, he relaxes, prompting you to finally deepen the kiss. Tugging on his lower lip, he eagerly gives you the permission you seek.
He pulls you even closer to him, tilting your head to get a better angle, hands rising further up your back-
When your phone starts beeping incessantly. You force yourself to end the kiss, carefully detengling from Kenjirou. Still in a daze, he lets you move away from him.
Seemingly coming to his senses, his head whips to you, “Where are you going?“
You turn back to smile at him sweetly, “Break’s over, you can go back to studying,” you pat his cheek affectionately before walking away, laughing.
“You can’t just-“ he starts, before groaning in frustration. Books forgotten, he pushes away from the desk and follows after you.
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A/n: a small drabble, cause i finally realise I don’t need long fics all the time
Warnings: Implied Somnophilia, Dabi x Reader, slightly sexy times, uhhh- it's 2 AM I have to sleep so I can't think of any other warnings
"C'mon doll, two choices." His grave voice echoed through the pitch black room as he spoke against your ear. "Eyes open or legs open?" He teeth grazed your ear before he began a slippery trail of kisses down your neck to your shoulder, his hand wrapping around your waist to slide along your breasts. A soft moan tumbled through your lips as you shuddered against his warm hand. Unconsciously arching back into his stiff cock he growled in response. Resting his head on your shoulder his breath fanned your back as he swore at himself. "Helluva answer princess"
A/N: that's really all I got right now and it's been like this for a WHILE. I'll probably get back into the swing of things when college isn't kicking my ass as well as my back pain completely subsides.
Don't question what I'm listening to lol this song paired with orange is the new black made me think of this so...
summary: quarantine is (kind of) over, but you’re not feeling the best
It’s been days (weeks?) since you last stepped out of your apartment. Even with restrictions being lifted, the number of cases had been rising, and you didn’t feel safe going out.
That’s not to say you felt safe in your own home. Anxious over how much time you were wasting not being productive, while simultaneously feeling too lethargic to do anything worth doing. Your days were plagued with the guilt of avoiding your responsibilities and empty reassurances that your situation was justified due to the unprecedented circumstances.
Your phone vibrates to notify you of yet another message coming in. You sigh, rewinding the video til before the interruption. He’s persistent, making you groan and give up on watching as more messages came in. You adjusted your blanket a little as the rain drizzled against your window, further sinking into your couch.
Opening the chat, you braced yourself for the chiding that was sure to be there, given how you hadn’t checked your texts in a week.
Jay: Everyday.
Jay: I wait for your reply.
Jay: But I guess that’s not happening anytime soon, huh?
You cringed a little with guilt.
You: Hi
You: sorry about that, haven’t been feeling
You: the best
You: if you want to meet i could do that tho
Barely a beat passes before you get a reply.
Jay: It’s fine
Jay: You okay?
Jay: Friday? Saturday? Your choice
You get halfway through your reply before your phone rings.
“Nevermind, it’s easier to talk than wait for a reply, which day do you wanna go out?” you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you’ve missed his voice.
“Not even a greeting? My my, where did your manners go,” laughing as you hear soft grumbling on the other end.
“So. Friday? Saturday? I’m not picky, haven’t seen you in a while,” he presses.
You laugh a little, “I mean, I’m free both days, is there anything you want to do?”
“Nope,” popping the P, “just wanna hang out with you,” your heart skipped a beat, you could never get used to how he makes you feel.
Deciding to tease him a little, “You’re being really sweet right now, you feeling alright?” you couldn’t help the smile that slipped into your voice.
“Jeez, sorry for caring about you,” you could feel him rolling his eyes. “Is it a crime to miss my girlfriend?”
You gave him a non-committal response, to mask how tight your throat suddenly felt. “Sorry, I... haven’t had much social contact in a while,” you sucked in another breath through your teeth, “...thank you.”
“Babe? You alright? You don’t sound too good, have you been taking care of yourself recently?” surprised, you find yourself blinking back tears. You could hear the concern oozing out of his voice, reminding you that you weren’t alone, despite how quarantine had been making you feel.
He continued to talk over your silence, “You know what? Screw Friday, I’m coming over now, have you eaten? Have you been eating these days? I’m bringing your favourite over. Just wait there,” a strangled laugh makes its way out of you. You could hear the worry in the way he walked, and how he was more talking to himself than to you now.
“Sorry I couldn’t check up on you earlier, I planned to, but something unexpected popped up and they needed my help, I’ll make it up to you, I swear, this won’t happen-”
“Jay,” you cut him off quietly.
“Yea?”
“I love you,”
deep breath in,
you hope he hears the unspoken thanks whispered.
You breathe out as you heard his smile, “I love you too honey, see you in 10.”
Its been a hot minute and by that I mean over two years since I wrote anything. However I have been missing doing some writing, so I’ll open this up to accept prompts. I’m going to assume if you have watched my blog you have a pretty good idea of what I watch/like. So throw me an ask and we shall see what happens!
phainon loves so gently and tenderly, waiting and accepting you may never return how he feels... he is happy to accommodate you and woo you, but if your eyes ever lay on another.. .he is more than happy to help you(for your sake. he will be okay. he will be. right? he has to be? he wants to fulfill your wish.)
Jing Yuan loves intently, laying out his cards one by one and letting the pieces fall into place. He isn;t the divine foresight for nothing. Everything is calculated, down to his confession. Of course he anticipates your rejection and disdain, but he has contingencies for this scenario (he thinks he let enough escape his grasp. and surely you feel the same way, no?)
