When I say "connect with nature" I don't just mean the aesthetic forests with deer and beautiful flowers.
I mean the weeds growing through concrete, the fungus that grows on the rotten shed, the nettles that always seem to return and the scary, spindly cellar spider in the corner of the bathroom.
Nature is not always pretty or magical - the pigeons and seagulls you swat at are nature too, the wasps and flies that hover by your meals are animals too, store-bought strawberries and the leaves that fall from your neighbour's tree are not all that different from the Giant Sequoias and it's seeds.
If you want to connect and understand nature, I mean *really* connect to it, in it's entirety, you have to seek out and learn about the ugly, scary and mundane things as well. You don't have to like it, just don't forget that it's there.
I'm gonna sound like a broken record if you follow me and know this. But for those who don't know;
I have a hc that Zuko doesn't like PDA and stoic in public but is super loving and affectionate in private.
It's like one of my fav hcs (besides my star gazing and birthday one)
The public sees him as a serious leader who rarely smiles. They think he's like that 24/7 but Katara knows he's just not.
He loves going to theater dates. Since he has excluded seats and they're by themselves;
He wraps his arms around her shoulder,Katara leans into him,and he rest his chin on top of her head. Sometimes he likes playing in her hair😌💘
During intermission excitedly ask her:"What do you think is going to happen next?"
Then after the play starts gushing about his favorite scenes with her and ask her what was hers.
He meets with the director to tell them how much he enjoyed it and tries not to get excited around his favorite actresses and actors.
(Bc he's the Fire Lord damnit! He's not supposed to fangirl >:C)
And Zuko regularly sits by the pond because it relaxes him and he feeds the turtleducks daily.
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He's the man who visits her in SWT and always wear the hat she made him for his birthday. He thinks it's really cute and treasures it since Katara made the hat herself.
Once Katara made a snowman of him with blubbered seal jerky used for his scar.
"Look, I made you! :D"
"Why am I scowling?"
"You do it all the time."She teased.
"No,I don't."He retorted with a playful glare.
"You're doing it right now!"Katara giggled.
He tried to maintain his glare but chuckled softly. "Only sometimes."
"Uh-huh. Okay." She replied with a teasing smirk.
Then Zuko built a snowman of her and had their 'hands' holding.
"There. Now he won't be alone."He said,smiling at her.
Katara:
She also loves kneeling with the oh,so serious Fire Lord as he beams at the penguins when they let him pets their head.
When he visits again the same penguins waddled towards him. She'll never forget how he had the biggest smile on his face and eagerly petted them again.
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When Zuko's hair got long Katara taught him how to braid his hair.
So in return,he attempted to braid hers...it wasn't his best but hes trying and Katara always appreciated it.
When he does get better at braiding he likes to put flowers in her hair sometimes. She loves it SO much and let him know how much he improved!
Javier Escuella x M!Reader in:
…and wake up slow~♪
NSFW ABCs || Q is for ‘Quickies’
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT
|| 18+ ONLY ||
↞ Previous: Take Some Time || P is for ‘Pace’
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↠ Requested By: No one, naturally.
↠ Reader Gender: Male
↠ Content Type: Not-SFW, obviously. ((MINORS BEGONE!!))
↠ CWs/TWs: None
↠ Total WC: ~1.7k
You let out a sleepy sigh as you push further into your man’s hand and the action earns a husky chuckle. Javier’s voice is, by far, one of your favorite things about him and when it’s thickened by sleep like this it is almost literally to die for. He knows this, of course—you’re hardly the first woman to express her appreciation—and ever as always he’s quick to press his advantage.
↠ In which Javier wakes you up for a little bit of fun before the day has its due.
Quickies || Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.
Personally I think he lives for them. Dude’s got a p. high sex drive and doesn’t do too well with dry spells when in a relationship. Honestly if things go past three days he’ll be climbing the goddamned walls lol.
Horny, but there’s only ten minutes before one of you has to go on guard duty? He’s all about that.
Need to release a little steam after getting into it with some asshole? He’ll gladly bend you over the nearest surface and give you a little pick-me-up.
In a Modern AU and you’re waiting for Steam to finish updating all your shit? Sit on his face in the meantime.
All that being said, he’s still a functioning adult that realizes that he cannot always get what he wants, when he wants, so he makes due, but know that the minute he’s able to jump your bones he’s gonna do so without hesitation.
As for which he likes more—he does prefer proper sex because, while quickies are fun and all, a session that short isn’t nearly enough time for him to love on you the way he wants to. Quickies are more akin to foreplay to him than anything; just something to take the edge off during the day and a preview of things to come.
…and wake up slow~♪ || WC: ~1.5k
💦 Tags: There’s nothing too crazy here, just a little early morning fun with Javier. Apparently he woke up feeling equal parts playful and horny and now Reader has to deal with it. What starts as a bit of banter quickly turns into some grinding and fingering (Reader receiving) before getting down to the get down lol. Dirty talk’s par the course with him, as is the sweetness that follows it all…
You’re in the middle of a light doze when you feel warm, callused fingers brushing against your nipple. At first you think it’s the last lingering vestiges of a subconscious longing-turned-dream trying to entice you to stay asleep, just a bit longer, but the heat of a familiar set of lips brushing against your nape sees that theory rapidly dissolving. You let out a sleepy sigh as you arch further into your man looking for more of his touch and the action earns a husky chuckle. Javier’s voice is, by far, one of your favorite things about him and when it’s thickened by sleep like this it is almost literally to die for. He knows this, of course—you’re hardly the first man to express his appreciation—and ever as always he’s quick to press his advantage.
The warmth of his breath against your skin is at odds with the chill that still lingers in the air as he whispers, “Buenos días, amor.”
“Mmm, good morning to you too, hermoso—or not…”
You’d been expecting to be greeted by the soft, pale light of a new day, but when you finally bring yourself to open your eyes you find that the sun has not yet risen high enough to pass through the canvas of your tent. Your irritated groan earns a laugh from the man at your back which in turn makes you pinch at the arm that’s pillowed beneath your head, though the sleepiness that still clings to your everything doesn’t allow you to put too much force behind it.
“Aww, come on now baby, don’t be that way.”
“Not even Grimshaw would be so cruel as to wake me up at such an ungodly hour, Javi.”
“True. I’m sorry, mi amor, I—baby! You gotta stop pinching me!”
You scoff at that. “No. I. Don’t.”
You punctuate each word with another little nip of your nails against his skin, though you don’t go hard enough to inflict anything harsher than a small sting. Laughing all the while, he abandons your nipple to still the offending hand. His fingers tangle with yours, giving a little squeeze before bringing your now joined hands to rest against your hip.
“Okay,” he starts as he props himself up with his free arm, “how about I make you a deal?”
“I’m listening…”
“To make up for waking you so early how about I make you cum, hmm? And breakfast,” he tacks on when you don’t immediately jump at the offer.
Your eyes narrow nearly to the point of closing, despite knowing it will go unseen, “Why do I get the distinct feeling that this was your plan all along?”
“Because you know me far too well, amor. So—how ‘bout it?”
“I guess.”
You both laugh at your faux off-put tone, but even as his chuckles sound Javi gets to work. His eagerness is fueled by equal parts horniness and temporal constraints; in the short time since this all started the sky has slowly began to lighten which means that soon the earliest of risers among you will begin to stir.
He guides your hand down the length of your body until you’re grasping your cock, and you’re quick to touch yourself as he so clearly wants you to. The “Good boy” that he murmurs against the shell of your ear when he feels your hand working underneath his leaves you shivering more than the fingers that ghost over the swell of your ass. You can feel him shifting about behind you and within seconds you hear the familiar sound of a tin’s lid being removed. A slicked up finger slides between your cheeks and not for the first time are you grateful that Javi finally got you comfortable enough to sleep nude. After all, there’s no point in bothering with underwear that will definitely be coming off when it takes so damn long to get out of. With only the blanket there to keep you modest early morning romps are a treat rather than a lesson in patience.
Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch, though the minute he presses against your puckered hole you go aflame. You sigh out his name when he finally pushes in, your lip coming back to wedge itself between your teeth as he slowly pumps in and out of you. When a second finger comes to join the first your breath grows heavy, and by the time he finally fits in a third you’re panting and grinding back into him. For his part, Javi has been rutting himself against you as much as the position will allow for, with mumbled curses and encouragement serving as his verbal contribution. By the time he presses himself against your entrance you’ve long since started to leak and are more than ready for him.
That initial push and stretch always leaves you moaning loud enough to raise the dead and this time is no exception. You turn your head into the arm that’s still under your head in an attempt to muffle your moan, though you’re sure that this has been done in vain as the needy sound seems to echo through the tent like a gunshot; at that same moment Javi hisses out a curse at the sensation of tight walls clenching around him so you’re in good company at least. Your leg becomes an anchor point for him where he holds it aloft as he pulls back as far as he can before slamming back into you with a ragged exhale. The pace he sets up is hard and fast, and his moaned words echo this.
Praise of the filthiest kind slips from between his lips, as well as a promise to rent a room in town sometime soon—“Maybe even later today– Fuck baby, you feel so good like this. Don’t want to leave you, just want to make you scream and cum for me over and over and fucking over again until you’re dripping with me and too tired to move.”
It’s nowhere near being the dirtiest thing he’s ever said to you, but there’s something about the picture that his words paint that nearly does you in. Your hand clenches around your dick just that little bit harder and the added pressure sees your hips bucking hard in response. His breathing goes ragged then, the harsh pants warm and dewy where they break against your skin. He urges you on, damn near begging you to fuck him back even as he lifts your leg higher to get in deeper and oh god you’re almost there, just a few more thrusts, one more tug and roll of hips and–
And then pleasure is breaking over you like a wave.
Your lover’s name leaves you in a gasp as you float in the bliss of your release. Javi follows soon after with a curse and a shudder, his hips moving seemingly of their own accord for a few seconds more before stilling completely. For a few long moments nothing can be heard outside of the beat of your heart and the deep, sated breaths of the man at your back. His breathing slows as he traces patterns against your skin, their design nonsensical and lazily drawn—And is he really trying to check out without feeding me?
As tempting as it is to just drift back off to sleep, you know that somebody’s going to come looking for you before long, and besides a deal is a deal.
“Now about my breakfast.”
“Of course, amor, I didn’t forget–”
“Un-huh.”
“–but I was kinda hoping you would,” he admits, laughing a bit. He asks you what you want then, which naturally leads to you asking for something overly elaborate and totally unrealistic just to make him laugh.
“So an apple, a couple of stale biscuits, and coffee then?” he asks once his chuckles have died off.
You shrugging reply of “Close enough” earns another snort.
Javier places a lingering kiss against your temple before dragging himself to his feet with a groan. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he pulls on a pair of pants and a shirt, the latter of which is buttoned just enough to keep it from flapping about as he moves—practical, but damn if you’re not mourning the loss of all those planes lean muscle and pretty skin.
“Pearson’s got more eggs than he knows what to do with,” he starts as he slips into his shoes, “I’ll see what I can do with a few of them.”
Your replying hum is heavy with the sleep that is steadily pulling you under. His next sentence is lost to you, though a gentle brush of fingers against your cheek leaves you smiling as you finally allow slumber to claim you once more.
Up next: A Hunter’s Prey || R is for ‘Risk’
It’s like something straight out of a horror movie, this scenario that you’ve willingly put yourself in.
You, a professional victim fleeing for their life.
He, a hunter diligently seeking out his prey.
Not that he has to look too hard, mind. You’re hardly a master of stealth.
↠ In which you take a not-so-leisurely stroll through the forest with Mister Escuella. || A Modern AU
