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Siiiigh, some years ago someone sent in a bunch of ideas for Hawks x readers, and I deleted it after a few years bc I thought my mha fixation was gone orz (<- is back into mha and regretting that decision forever)

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I saw your post about requests please something with zukka massaging the other (not sexually just like after some hard training or smth, you know when your body hurts or you pulled some muscles, are sore) please please let it be fluffy

sokka x zuko

a/n : thanks for requesting !!! i’m sorry it’s short , but i hope this turned out alright <3!! i hope it was fluffy enough btwww, i made them playfully bicker a lot but it’s one of my love languages so i hope it’s good orz warnings : none word count : 600

“I told you jumping right back into training after a break was a bad idea,” Zuko teased, staring down at his miserable Water Tribe boyfriend sprawled out across his bed. Well, no matter if he was given a guest room, Sokka being around meant it wasn’t really “the Fire Lord’s bed” anymore. It was “Sokka’s bed (plus Zuko).” 

“Don’t scold me,” Sokka groaned, pouting slightly, “can’t you see I’m dying? Horribly? And you’re just gonna make fun of me while my arms fall off.”

“I’d never make fun of you… if your arms actually fell off.”

Sokka groaned again, loudly and dramatically (as his entire personality was), moving his leg to kick Zuko, who dodged it swiftly. “Your kicking is almost as bad as your swordsmanship.”

“Hey, don’t say that! I’ll kick your ass after I get another warmup.”

“Like you kicked my ass yesterday?” Zuko questioned, reminding Sokka of the training session that has left his arms and shoulders immobile. When no response, other than a very pointed glare, came, an idea formed in Zuko’s mind. Honestly, he didn’t like seeing Sokka hurt, but he was no stranger to sore muscles, lotion on his bedside table a reminder of that.

“Here, sit up,” Zuko ordered, grabbing the bottle of lotion, and taking a spot on the bed. Sokka raised an eyebrow, sitting up, and watching as Zuko dumped a bit of the lotion onto his palm. 

“Tell me if it hurts too badly,” Zuko stated, before smoothing the lotion across Sokka’s left arm. Zuko’s hands, somehow both refined and masculine, massaged Sokka’s aching muscles, causing the boy to furrow his eyebrows and heave a sigh. He worked the muscles with a firm love, making sure to take glances at Sokka’s expressions in case the massaging was doing more harm than good. Much to his content, Sokka’s expression never turned to one of too much pain--instead, Sokka made sure to tell Zuko that he appreciated the actions. Zuko didn’t mind, of course, he’d take any excuse to have his hands on Sokka’s muscled arms.

“Gaahh, you’re the best, the best ever,” Sokka spoke, as Zuko’s hands moved from Sokka’s other arm to his shoulders. “I love you so much.”

Zuko’s heart fluttered, a smile spreading on his face. “I love you too,” He responded, a slight chuckle in his voice, “I’m glad to be the best. Especially since I’m also the best swordfighter.”

“Get your hands off of me, mister Fire Lord. I want nothing to do with your monarch-iness.”

Chuckling again, Zuko wrapped his arms around Sokka’s sides, placing his head on his shoulder. “I guess I’ll never help you after practices again,” He sighed, biting back his smile and puckering his lips into a pout. Instead of responding, Sokka leaned back, causing the two of them to lay back on the bed.

“You don’t mean that,” Sokka said, copying Zuko’s pout, and looking up at him with his big, blue eyes. 

“Hm… yeah. You’re right.”

Sokka grinned, adjusting himself to lay on his stomach, moving to be halfway on Zuko. “Really, thank you though. My arms feel better,” Sokka praised, stretching out an arm, then draping it over Zuko’s chest. 

“I’m glad… are you going to get up?”

“Whaaaatt? No, I’m asleep. Don’t you know rest is so important in healing? You want your boyfriend to get worse?”

Zuko blinked, not bothering with a response. He moved a hand to play with Sokka’s hair, another resting on his upper arm, rubbing his thumb lightly against the skin. Sokka hummed happily, closing his eyes and nuzzling further into Zuko.

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Hiiii about the zukka requests I would love if you wrote something with one of them being touchstarved!!!

sokka x zuko

a/n : HII thank you sm for the request!! I hope this turned out alright and that you enjoy it !! [ALSO i refer to their little group as team avatar throughout this but suki isn’t there don’t massacre me i just didn’t feel like thinking up explanations 🙏 they are in a polycule in my heart.  i just need self indulgent zukka hehe<3] warnings : none word count : 1108

Zuko hadn’t known what it was like to not be touch-starved since his mother was around. When she was gone, Zuko was quick to know warm arms and gentle touches had left with her. And so, he truly had not expected to find that type of affection when he joined Aang’s group. Not from Aang, thank god, and definitely not from Katara or Toph. Sure, there was the occasional hug, a hand on his back, or a punch which was supposed to be affection but really just left a Toph’s-fist-sized bruise on his arm. Instead, Zuko found those touches in Sokka, who very well may have been virtually the opposite of Zuko.

Maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising. Zuko could have guessed that when Sokka cared, he cared with his entire heart--he saw the way he’d protect his friends, and how he interacted with them when their lives weren’t in immediate danger. Sokka was a close person, and Zuko had gathered that it was how he was raised and just… how he was. He’d seen the Southern Water Tribe families, and seen just how familial they were (nothing like his household, he used to think to himself with contempt; now, it was nothing but heartwarming). He just never expected Sokka could be that way with him. 

Talking close, sitting close, a grip on his arm, a whisper that brought his face closer than Zuko had expected anyone from “Team Avatar” would be with him. And when Zuko had proven himself? God, no, when feelings Zuko were just certain weren’t reciprocated got spilled post-coronation?

Zuko thought he might die. An arm around his shoulder, grabbing his hand, pinching his face, a kiss? He’d be scared to admit it when it made his face warm, his skin tingle, his stomach butterfly-filled-- but Zuko needed that touch, more than he needed anything. 

That’s why, after a few months of Sokka visiting the Southern Water Tribe, Zuko had felt more alone than he had in ages. Fire Lord duties could only distract him for so long. Unless he saw Uncle Iroh, who offered Zuko hugs upon arrival and departure, Zuko was without human touch after just having it back. That’s why, now that the “Team Avatar” was back together (and on a mini-vacation of sorts, courtesy of Zuko’s old house on the beach), Zuko could barely be seen apart from Sokka.

The reunion was sweet--they always were, for everyone. Aang’s odd slang that Zuko still didn’t understand, Katara’s politeness (that he knew was very limited), a punch or two from Toph, and countless hugs and hair-ruffles and face-pinches and kisses from Sokka. 

And now, the day long over, three of their group fast asleep or preparing to be, Zuko had what he’d been wanting all day. Maybe it was selfish, but he was royalty, and royally in love. All he wanted was alone-time with his boyfriend, and, for once, getting what he wanted was the sweetest victory.

“Your hair’s gotten so long,” Sokka noted, interrupting the comfortable silence that had enveloped them since the rest of their friends opted to rest. His hands ran through Zuko’s hair, gently combing it and bringing a relaxing feeling that made Zuko practically purr like a contented housecat. 

“Yeah, I guess… I had long hair throughout my childhood, so it feels… right. I don’t really notice it.”

“It looks nice! When it’s up in your highness’ hairdo, you look juuust like a spoiled prince.”

Zuko knew that was a teasing tone, and felt himself grinning when Sokka placed his hands on his face, squishing him lightly. At one point, Zuko knew he wouldn’t have accepted teasing-- to respond to it with joy made himself feel proud, a pride he wasn’t ashamed of anymore. 

“You grew your hair out too,” Zuko responded, rolling his eyes in an attempt to return the teasing. Reaching out, he ran a few fingers along the shaved sides of Sokka’s head, before reaching farther. Swiftly, Zuko yanked the tie from Sokka’s hair, letting it fall loose. 

Sokka laughed a bit, “Yeah, it got pretty long, so I was like ‘sure, why not, keep it.’”

“It looks nice.” Zuko’s tone was genuine, and had such admiration in it that Sokka felt as though he had been caught off-guard. “I, uhm,” Zuko continued, coughing a bit. It was his turn to feel flustered, not sure why he wanted to say this. Sokka’s honesty seemed to rub off on Zuko, on top of how comfortable Sokka made him feel. Like he wanted to tell him anything and everything, but never had the words (or sociability). “I missed you. It feels like I haven’t, uh… had a hug in ages. It sounds stupid, but you’re the only person who ever gets close to me.”

Sokka’s face grew red, a flustered laugh leaving his mouth. “I missed you too, man. I’ve missed being close to you,” He spoke, bringing his hands to squish the sides of Zuko’s face together once more. With Zuko’s face squished, Sokka placed a silly kiss on his puckered lips. “Calling your boyfriend ‘man’ doesn’t sound right, you know,” Zuko responded, taking a moment to fight the flustered feeling he always got around Sokka, especially when they’d kiss.

“Sorry, your Fire Lord-iness, I’ll be sure to call you more romantic names.”

Despite the teasing, Sokka let go of Zuko’s face, pulling him in for a hug instead. Though Zuko wanted to complain about the names, he instead found his mind faltering, as his head landed softly against Sokka’s shoulder. 

“What are you doing?” Zuko questioned, though he didn’t make any attempts to move. “Uhh, hugging you? Didn’t you just say you missed me being close to you?”

Zuko knew that wasn’t exactly what he said, but… he wasn’t going to argue. Not when it was true. Not when having someone show him that they cared like this felt so comforting, so reassuring, like he couldn’t deny that Sokka was real, he was there because Zuko could feel it was true. Sokka’s hands were quick to find their places, one on Zuko’s back and the other in his hair, massaging its way into his scalp, then gently combing the hair out. 

Zuko had thought himself at ease already, but Sokka’s loving ministrations seemed to coax him into a relaxed state he hardly knew. His heart felt full, and his skin felt warm with contact. 

“Thanks, Sokka,” He mumbled, hardly wanting to move enough to talk properly. All he wanted was this moment--this boy. Zuko could hear the smile in Sokka’s voice, “Yeah. You don’t need to thank me, really-- I like being near you.”

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To those who sent in the zukka requests , THANK YOUUUU !!!! I am actively working on them , I just am busy this weekend :(

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What if I asked for sokka x zuko requests ........ what then .... (I am asking for sokka x zuko requests :3)

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What if I asked for sokka x zuko requests ........ what then .... (I am asking for sokka x zuko requests :3)

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Omg im so glad ur still writing tbhk fanfics or fanfics in general even if not so often <3 i hope j also get into writing soon tho i feel like most ppl wont read lately bc of c.ai 🥲

thank you!!!! Good luck in writing , I wish you luck and motivation :] <3!! Also righttt , I hate that !! I've also heard people using chatgpt to generate fanfics and post them and it breaks my heart!!! There's no emotion or hard work behind using AI like that , it's just stolen nonsense :((

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i miss the TBHK fandom sm.. the fandom was kinda small 2 begin with and now its just :( gone

Ahhhh sorry idk how late I am, but I really do as well :/ I made so many friends and it really was a fun time when it was at its peak :(( for what it's worth I still loooove tbhk and think it needs its hype back !!

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sokka x zuko

a/n : i haven't written a character x character fic in forever LMAO like since middle school i think ..... but here we are !! i know atla isn't what anyone following me is here for , but i'm hyperfixating and zukka is one of those "haha wouldn't that be funny [oh god it's not a joke anymore]" things for me . so here's a semi-short + sweet + already probably done concept fic <3 warnings : none  word count : 840

Zuko sighed, his head aching with lack of sleep. This wasn't the first sleepless night he'd had-- far from it-- but it somehow felt so much more different. What did he have to do? Was Aang ready? How could the Avatar sleep when there was so much to be done? Sozin's Comet was like a poison hanging in the air, making him feel ill with anxiety.

The waves crashing on the shore were the only sound Zuko could hear past his heavy thoughts. Looking into the night sky, his eyes were first drawn to the sparkling speckle, barely bigger than other stars visible, yet clearly redder. If he thought too hard about it, he could almost feel the blazing heat from it, the power of 100 suns coursing through the firebending blood in his veins. It used to be such a powerful thought. Now he would have given up that power if it guaranteed the safety of this world. Of his friends.

Zuko sighed, an unwilling task, as if his body was trying to force him into relaxing. Wanting to find anything but that damned glow in the sky, his eyes moved to the moon, her light the opposite of the hot red. She offered a cool, relaxing tone; controlling the water, instead of fire. The waves only a few feet in front of him reached for her, following the pull she offered, only to fall back and try again. It reminded him of the two Water Tribe siblings he knew. Katara's practice, and the moves his uncle had shown him, the pushing and pulling of the waves. The shared determination of the siblings. Like the waves, constantly moving, trying again and again to reach the moon, they truly never stopped. Never gave up. Sokka even apparently had personal experience with the moon.

Despite finding himself lost in his thoughts, alongside his body fighting against his mind for rest, Zuko heard the quiet closing of the door behind him, and the footsteps that followed suit. Forcing his eyes from the waves, he turned, looking up at whoever had decided to interrupt his hazy spiraling.

The sight of the somewhat lanky, obviously sleepy, Water Tribe boy rung as ironic in Zuko's head-- his thoughts still having been lingering on Sokka. His hair was loose, falling around his face. The way it framed it, pairing with the moonlight, made Zuko's heart feel odd.

"What are you doing up?" Zuko questioned, turning back around.

"Woke up to pee, looked out the window and saw you sulking."

Zuko felt himself smile involuntarily, ignoring the confusion as to why something so small made his chest feel warmer, and instead firing his response. "I wasn't sulking."

"Okay? Then what were you doing staring into nothingness, outside, in the middle of the night, alone?"

"... Thinking, I guess. I couldn't really sleep."

Sokka took a moment, and Zuko began to wonder what he was thinking. Was he annoyed? "You can go back in," Zuko began, shutting his mouth when Sokka plopped down next to him, so close that their shoulders touched. This wasn't unusual-- Sokka was a close person, sitting close, talking close, and overall being more touchy than Zuko was used to-- but Zuko's tired heart skipped a beat, his face threatening to heat up.

"Welp, do you wanna talk about it?"

Though audibly exhausted, the annoyance Zuko was searching for in Sokka's tone was nowhere to be found. Instead, all he found was a genuine question, an offer with no obligation.

"Uh," Zuko hummed, wondering how to even begin his concerns, "maybe... I'm just nervous, I guess. It might be stupid, I mean, I'm not the one facing my dad. I just know how strong he is already, without even considering the comet. I'm worried if I've had Aang practice enough, or..."

Zuko couldn't help but trail off when a head landed on top of his shoulder. Dark brown strands of hair fell over Sokka's face, his eyes closed and expression relaxed.

"Keep talkin', I'm... I'm listening," Sokka mumbled, and Zuko knew he would have meant it if he wasn't actively falling asleep. On his shoulder.

Warmth settling comfortably in his chest, Zuko felt himself smiling again. "It's, uh... it's okay, buddy," He said. For a moment, things felt truly quiet. Peaceful. Sokka's weight on his shoulder seemed to simultaneously ground Zuko, and allow him to drift away, eyelids growing heavy. Finally, Zuko allowed his head to rest on top of Sokka's, butterflies dancing almost pleasantly in his stomach. With a comforting presence sleeping soundly on his shoulder, Zuko forgot for a moment about his concerns, drifting into a quiet sleep at last. In the morning they would wake up. Blushes and groggy condolences would be exchanged, and Zuko would put up with his anxieties once again. But, at the very least, he truly knew, and accepted, that he wasn't alone anymore. Maybe he never had been. It wouldn't fix everything, it wouldn't undo his actions, it wouldn't take permanent reminder of his father's rage off of his face or the ruins of the world, but it would offer hope. Undying, unbridled, and ready to prove itself.

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Hii i saw you reopen your thbk request‼️

So... may i request akane, teru, and natsuhiko x gn reader. The reader is insecure about their thick thighs? It's been my insecurity for a long time😭

Feel free to decline this request if you feel not like it!

akane aoi x gn!reader , teru minamoto x gn!reader , natsuhiko hyuuga x gn!reader

a/n : hii , thank you for sending in this request !! i hope you have a lovely day/night/etc <3 warnings : none ?  word count : 764

Akane <3

He thinks you’re the most amazing, gorgeous person in the world. When he hears about your insecurity, he’s a bit surprised.

To him, everything about you is literally perfect, including any flaw you see in yourself. Akane would tell you this regularly, so long as it didn’t make you uncomfortable.

He loves complimenting you anyway, so he wouldn’t mind trying to boost your confidence in your thighs! 

He’s fond of most any love language (and gets giddy over any of them), so, with your consent, you might find him resting his hand on your thigh randomly. Doesn’t mean anything odd or suggestive by it, he just likes to use touch as a reminder of his love for you.

And words… he uses his words so often. Did I mention that? Words? Yeah. He might be a bit much at times, but he adores saying kind things to you.

“(Y/N), you’re so stunning. Have I told you that today? You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” He’d say, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh. If you say your doubts, or even have a slight expression of disbelief, he won’t hesitate to confirm it as many times as he needs to.

“I love you so much, (Y/N), everything about you is perfect.”

“Any insecurity you have is amazing. You’re so lovely.”

“Your thighs? When I say you’re lovely, I mean it. Every inch of you is lovely, (Y/N). I hope you can know it someday like I do.”

Teru <3

“Aren’t you the best sight to see? You look lovely, (Y/N),” He would tell you, meaning it genuinely. Any compliment he ever gave you was from the bottom of his heart that was overflowing with affection towards you.

When you ask if he means it-- explaining that the way they fit was a reminder of your insecurity-- Teru would also be a bit surprised. However, he did understand insecurities, and faced many of his own.

He’d take his time to reassure you, holding your face in his hands and telling you how gorgeous he found every aspect of you. Inside and out, you were stunning.

He strikes me as a huge quality time guy (after all, he has a busy schedule-- catching him taking time specially to hang out with you is huge), and so he might base his reassurance off of your favorite love language (or a combination! Honestly, it’s most likely a combination). 

While he might not exactly be sure how to incorporate “quality time” or “acts of service” into helping your insecurities, he makes sure to do what he can with words and touch, as long as you’re comfortable.

Reassures you constantly, tells you how beautiful you are, and might even express some of his insecurities to make you feel better about yours. After all, do you find his insecurities unattractive, or do they make you feel less about him? The answer is probably no! And so, he says that it’s the same for him-- he doesn’t find anything about you unattractive.

As for touch, he also has a habit of resting his hands on your thighs. Honestly, the first time he did it, he wasn’t fully thinking, and was immediately fond of it! Intimate enough that a stranger wouldn’t do it, but nothing too “scandalous” or so on. If you let him rest his head on your lap, he’ll think he’s in heaven.

Natsuhiko <3

Natsuhiko LOVES physical touch. He obviously likes words of affirmation as well, but having the honor of being your boyfriend entails the honor of hugs, kisses, and other various touches.

Before the topic of your insecurity even arised, Natsuhiko adored your thighs. You’d often find him resting his hands on your thighs, or resting his head in your lap.

One day, as he’s relaxing with his head on your lap, the topic of your insecurity comes up. Natushiko, being the drama queen that he is, reacts exaggeratedly. Sits up, gasps, hand over his mouth. He looks almost like you insulted him.

“How could you think that! You’re so gorgeous, (Y/N), your thighs are so gorgeous!!”

Only ups his affections after that. Nearly every time you sit together, he’ll discreetly rest his hands on your thighs.

In private moments, he might squeeze them lightly, or even press kisses to them, should you allow him.

Also will be your BIGGEST hype-man. If you wear anything short or tight against your thighs, he’ll grab at his chest dramatically, hearts practically floating out of his eyes. Compliments you so much, hyping you up with kind words and kisses.

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are u still alive :(

Hellooo !! I've got no clue when this was sent, but for what it's worth , I am alive :3 I just haven't been much into writing recently, but logged in because the TBHK fixation is coming back haha

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Happy Aromantic Day of Visibility!! This has felt like a very important day for me, therefore I wrote a bit of a spiel on it ^^

Ahem-- happy aromantic day of visibility! I’m a bit late for my time zone, but I know it’s still this big day in plenty other parts of the world.

To those who might not know, I am aro-spec (even as an individual who primarily writes romance!)! Therefore, to see the first aromantic day of visibility has felt incredible. To see individuals coming together, sharing their experiences has warmed my heart (which, contrary to some beliefs, aro-spec people do have.) While I can’t share anything profound, or anything that hasn’t been shared before, I simply wanted to put my feelings into words. To share the joy I feel, and the validity of all forms of aromanticism. 

While I am not sure whether this identity will be what fits me perfectly, the term I currently use to label my aromanticism is “grey-aromantic.” For me, this means that I don’t feel romantic attraction often-- however, I do still desire romantic relationships when those feelings arise. For another, they may feel romantic attraction rarely, and not want a relationship once those feelings form!! Both are valid points-- as any form of aromanticism is. For me (and many other queer individuals), the path of discovering this about myself has not been easy. It still isn’t, and may not ever be! To sit around at a sleepover as an AFAB individual with many feminine friends, listening to rants about crushes and partners would make me feel different. Yes, I felt attraction, but… that rarely happened. Those situations can make any a-spec individual feel like an outcast. I now am in a genuine romantic relationship-- something that is NOT required of an individual to be valid-- feeling emotions that are not required of an individual to seem human. However, there are instances in which I clung to those who loved me, since I thought I could make myself love them-- that, if I was in a relationship, I was normal. This was not okay for me to do, but that is simply what felt "right."

I think it simply feels important for me to share these things because of how “taboo” aromanticism can seem to ignorant individuals. Therefore, if it hasn’t been said enough today (although I’m sure it can’t possibly be said enough), your identity is valid. Your aromanticism is valid! You are perfectly fine the way you are; you do not need to change. I love you (platonically, hehe), and I don’t need you to love me back!! You don’t need to love anyone back-- you just need to be you, and let others accept you as you are. Happy day of visibility-- I see you, and I hope everyone can come to see you, and accept you. You deserve it.

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Hiyaaah! I just wanna say i loveee your work!! Youre absolutely fantastic! Gud job! :)

WAHHHH , thank you darling !! i appreciate it sooooo much , thank you <33

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Boooo savviiiiiii!!

I miss youuu!! It feels like every other tbhk writer Including myself is on a little break

I just wanna say ily, hehe <3

WOAH , hello !!!!! i miss you as well , ahhhh , i hope you're doing well !!!! i love you as well hehehe , it's nice to see you <33!!!

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ouuuh my akane brainrot ......... i think someone poured akane loving juice in my brain :((

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Hiii can you say happy birthday to my friend he is cooolllll ‼️‼️‼️‼️🤪

YEAAH ABSOLUTELY !! happy biiirthday to you(r friend) happy birthday to you(r friend) happy birthday dear youuuuuu(r friend) , happy birthday to you(r friend)!!! <- SINGING THE HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG ,, !!!