`ঔঌ. if there’s something you regret about volunteering to teach at the academy, it’s telling your students about your crush on firelord!zuko
well… you didn’t outright tell them. they simply figured.
as a part of the advising staff at the palace and someone with skill in bending, you volunteered to help out and teach at the academy. however, due to your affiliation with the palace and simply because the academy helped with the military, it was only natural for the fire lord to occasionally pay a visit while the others were set to recess.
and when he would pay said visits, of course he would chat with you… for a decent period of time that would make eyebrows raise from people passing by.
the girls you helped train knew you grew up alongside the fire lord since your father was an advisor, so naturally they came to their own assumption. you’d also—on occasion—mention things of your childhood, and how you and zuko would help each other out with firebending, to encourage teamwork.
turns out the only thing that encouraged, was more questioning over your relationship to the fire lord.
“you have a new brooch, instructor… quite nice.” a student remarked, examining the back of your head where the brooch a certain fire lord have gifted you, held your hair together.
“thank you… it was a gift from a close friend of mine.”
“so the fire lord… he gives you quite the amount of gifts, instructor.”
you laughed awkwardly. “i guess so…”
and it was true, and something that has been bothering you. well—not bothering, so to speak, rather something that’s been on your mind.
zuko has been much more… clingy? attached to you? sure, you worked alongside your father in advising, but recently he’s been more generous with giving you things. he’s gotten you over 20 pieces of jewelry and has treated you out to dinner 10 times in the past month.
usually, you’d feel grateful and think nothing of it… except for the fact that the council is currently working on getting zuko a betrothed. a partner to be alongside him.
they want zuko to get married… and here he is, buying you things and treating you out… almost like he’s courting you?
and of course with no other girl friends to tell (since they’re all busy), you’ve accidentally let it slip to the girls you teach… with an alias. lee.
so not only would you mention how you grew up with the fire lord, but you’d also talk about lee. and how both of them give you gifts! (it was beginning to be such a mess, you didn’t even know how to differentiate your white lie).
and of course you’ve talked all about how lee is so handsome. how yeah, he’s a bit of a hothead (no pun intended) and dramatic sometimes, but how he’s so kind. how he’s so pretty too… and how you sorta, maybe, kinda wished he’d look your way.
“so are you two datinggg?” one chirped out, drawing out ‘dating’ to elicit a reaction from you.
your eyebrows furrowed; you were in the middle of teaching the girls when they began with their questions.
“dating who?” “the fire lord, silly!”
and that’s when your expression dropped. “what?”
“or are you two engaged?” “is this a unrequited love?” “are you two childhood sweethearts?” “what’s lee gonna say about this? ouuuu!”
“unless… lee’s the fire lord!” oh good god…
one of them tilted their head to the side, looking behind you. “yeah, i can see why he drives you crazy. he’s quite cute in person.”
“who drives who crazy?” you felt your body freeze and turned slowly, to see zuko. there he was in all his glory, towering behind you with his arms crossed and an amused and surprised inkling of a smile on his face.
“o-oh! my lord! what brings you here so early?”
“hello, instructor. i just wanted to pass by as i was on my way to speak to the headmaster… how’s training today? is that what’s driving you crazy?”
and before you could even turn around to probably scold your students, they left running and giggling.
“they’re… uh— proficient.”
he hummed. “proficient… i see. well, i suppose you’ll have to tell me more about this during dinner, y/n. unless you do not want to join me. i’d be quite sad if you didn’t.”
you blinked. “oh! of course!”
he smiled teasingly. “you have to tell me more about this… person who drives you crazy.”
seriously… if there’s anything you regret about volunteering to teach at the academy, it’s insinuating to your students about your crush on the fire lord.
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request made here !!
as you can tell, i love writing y/n as the daughter of an advising staff of the fire nation nyeheheh
-> in which mydei stays up late just to stay on call with you, all while you're stressing out over your final research paper
♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) a letter from zoey — i wrote this in like. an hour and a half. in the middle of me crashing out over the play we have to do for our class 🥹 hoping it goes well. hoping we get to finish our props this week. hope u all enjoy reading this !! i def enjoyed writing it 🥹 also kept texting @amorsial in the middle of this just to help me decide what nicknames to use so #lol ... this mini hiatus will finally end by may 15th since that's the official start of my summer break huhuhu
♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) contains — 1468 wc / mydei x fem!reader / modern/college au / mydei calls reader 'princess,' 'beautiful,' & 'gorgeous' / fluff / also not proofread at all . . .
"this is hell."
the light of your laptop screen glows against your face, eyes strained for staring at it for the past four hours. the sound of you typing on your keyboard echoes throughout your dimly lit room, the clock on your desk reading 01:56 AM.
"actual, literal hell," you emphasize, words of information appearing on your document meant for your research paper. "and to think that my groupmates are probably asleep right now, getting a full eight hours of sleep…"
for the past four weeks, you've been working endlessly on your research paper. your final project. the one that's worth 60% of your entire grade. the one that could get you a good job — your dream job — in the future.
on the other side of the line, you hear your boyfriend sigh — not because he's annoyed that he's stuck on a call with you, but more so because you're doing all the work in a group project.
"…sorry. if you're sleepy, i don't mind you dropping the call—"
"it's not that, [name]," mydei cuts you off mid-sentence, his voice softening in the slightest way that only you would notice. "…i just don't want to see you staying up so late just to do other people's work."
his voice is also significantly deeper than usual. probably because it's late at night. you'd be a liar if you said that it didn't make you feel all shy and flustered inside.
mydei continues, "you talked to them, right? multiple times? through text and in class?"
…you did. every single day. thinking about it now, when the clock is four minutes away from hitting 2 AM, you probably looked like an annoying, pathetic loser in their eyes, running around campus to look for them, asking when they'll be free so that you can all work on it together, only for all of them to say something along the lines of, 'oh, i won't be available.'
"i mean, they could've actually been busy—"
"[name]."
"yeah, it's complete and utter bullshit, i know."
you bury your face into your hands, regretting every moment you spent skipping lunch and spending time with your friends and boyfriend just to look for them in campus, only to hit a dead end every single time. for four weeks straight.
initially, yes, you weren't that worried about it at first. after all, you don't mind writing the introduction paragraph. maybe your groupmates just need a foundation to start their own research and paragraphs on. nothing you were too concerned about.
until you made a second paragraph. then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth…
next thing you knew, you were basically done with the paper, only needing a conclusion paragraph, as well as the sources you used for your research. all on your own.
"…dei, i'm so tired. and pissed off. and sad. and i want to punch a wall." you don't realize how close you are to tears until the words slipped out of your mouth, quickly prompting your boyfriend to become far more alarmed.
of course, you were grouped with the worst people in your class. admittedly, you're a bit of a pushover whenever you aren't grouped with someone you're comfortable with, so it's really no wonder that you never spoke up about this to anyone except mydei.
and, sensing your distress, mydei decides to speak up, "do you need my help, princess?"
every group was given a different historical event in each major city in amphoreus. yours just so happened to be how castrum kremnos was founded — mydei's hometown.
normally, you don't like asking for help from him. not because you think he's stupid or anything — far from it, actually! history is his best subject — but because he also has a lot of things to handle both in academics and extracurriculars. he's the captian of the basketball team, for crying out loud.
honestly, you feel bad that he even stayed up this late just to stay on call with you, especially on a friday night. he should be resting. this week in particular has been hellish for everyone, since the teachers decided to give a bunch of activities and tests, so he should be sleeping right now!
…but, at the same time, you're about five seconds away from ugly crying with how stressed out you are, so you might as well just take his offer so that he doesn't end up worrying about you for the rest of the night.
"if you don't mind, i'd appreciate it… a lot, actually…"
you send him the document link a second later. you only need that one last concluding paragraph to wrap things up, as well as your sources in APA format. fortunately, you did have them linked in the document already, just in a slightly unorganized format.
the moment you send the link, mydei clicks on it immediately, his little icon popping up in the document.
"alright," he starts, voice still raspy but clear enough for you to understand what he's saying, "i can handle the rest, okay? go get some sleep."
"what?"
"good night."
"mydei—"
"i love you."
the way he says those three words with pure adoration, yes, but it's also his way of telling you that he is not letting you work on this damn paper anymore. he's seen you work your ass off for weeks, typing it out on your laptop while you eat lunch, looking for articles on your phone on your way home, looking for books in the library…
hell, if he were there with you, he'd probably carry you off to bed himself. with your sleep-addled brain, you'd probably implode if you imagined that scene right now.
"…okay, right, yes— good night. i love you, too."
"mhm," he hums on the other line, probably smiling to himself, "see you in the morning, beautiful."
this man is going to be the death of you one day. you can see it now.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
you wake up at 9 AM, as usual. you have an alarm set for it specifically every saturday and sunday. you don't really sleep in, always preferring to wake up at a normal time so that your sleep schedule isn't completely messed up.
the first thing you do is take a look at your phone, noting that you received four new messages from mydei, all within 20 minutes after you fell asleep.
my little pomegranate juice addict (aka loml): finished everything. just make sure to proofread it in case i made any spelling mistakes, okay?
my little pomegranate juice addict (aka loml): will head over to your place tomorrow. 9:05 AM. you should be awake by then, since you're always consistent with your alarms
my little pomegranate juice addict (aka loml): so that also means that i'll also get to see you in five minutes.
my little pomegranate juice addict (aka loml): see you in a bit, gorgeous.
9:05 AM. five minutes from now. you look like you just woke up.
it's not like mydei would judge you for looking like a bit of a mess — knowing him, he would probably find it a bit cute — but you also want to look presentable for him. so, you quickly grab your hairbrush from your beside table, brushing out any knots and tangles that might have formed within the night.
and, as promised, you hear a knock on your door five minutes later.
"good morning," mydei greets you the moment you open the door, a soft smile on his face as he takes in your half-presentable appearance. he raises his arm, showing of the paper bag that has the logo of your favorite breakfast place, "i got you your favorite."
honeycakes. you can already smell it from the paper bag. you've been craving them for days now, especially since you've been making a pretty pathetic-looking peanut butter and jam sandwich so that you don't take too long with preparing your food and eating it after.
"oh, you're amazing…" you yawn, stepping aside so that he can enter, "i love you so much. seriously."
mydei carefully takes his shoes off, not wanting any dirt from them inside your house. you carefully grab the paper bag from him, not wanting him to do so many things at once.
and the moment he's done and puts his shoes beside yours by the entryway, he grabs the paper bag from you, placing a hand on your waist to pull you in for a kiss.
even now, you still feel butterflies in your stomach whenever he kisses you.
"love you, too. let's go eat, [name]. you deserve a good meal for working so hard."
…now you also feel like he'll personally deal with your groupmates when he sees them in school on monday, but that's their fault for not trying to help you.
read never thought I'd end up here today and thought of you...🥹🥹 how've you been zoey ?!! #missyousm
HIIII HI TARO im sorry for answering this late #missyoumore omg 🥹🥹 OVERALL IM DOING GOOD just really busy with school unfortunately ... currently answering this while juggling my math homework and sci groupwork RIGHT AFTER finishing my filipino groupwork 💔 STRESSFUL DAY but we're managing 🙂↕️🙂↕️
THINKING ABT ME AFTER READING NEVER THOUGHT I'D END UP HERE IS SO SWEET TARO ILY 🥹🥹🥹 I HAVEN'T BEEN READING ANY BOOKS BCS I'M REALLY BUSY IRL (hello... if my school can hear me... give us a break from all the assignments... a tiiiny one even...) BUT !!!!!! im still buying i could give you the moon as soon as it drops. u ARE seeing me at the local bookstore idgaf if i have school on april 14th. i'll go after when im done with class.
BRINGING THE QUESTION TO U THO !!! HOW HAVE U BEEN TARO !!! i do hope ur doing well 🥹💗 love and appreciate u so so much even if im too busy to constantly be active these days grrr MY OG MICO BUDDY I MISS U TRULY 💔💔
-> in which you experience the love and devotion you used to beg for
♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) a letter from zoey — ok i was supposed to post this last week but ended up forgetting abt it bcs of all the school works given to me </3 anyway,,, my first ever event submission for @/d1strict99's current event 🥹 lovelovelove how it was organized (the forms/quizzes are such a cute idea hello??? d99 staff i have so much love and appreciation for you) and i got prompt #7 !! such a sweet one hehe ^^ anyway,, i ended up scrapping and rewriting this four or five times,, i'm trying to get back into writing after school ate all my time and motivation but i AM satisfied with how i wrote this one,, def planning on writing more for the event tho !!! its so cutesy and i love it sm <3 i hope u all enjoy reading !!!
♡(˃͈ ˂͈ ) contains — 1046 wc / mydei x reader / established relationship / modern au / reader & mydei live together / fluff / veeery brief mentions of toxic ex partners
love has never been your strong suit. you still remember those long, sleepless nights, filled with uncertainty and doubt, questioning if you'd ever find the love you desire, or if you'll end up living your life all alone.
…or worse, in a loveless, toxic marriage with someone who treats you terribly.
fortunately, that was years ago. now, you here you are, awake before entry hour. looking over to your side, you see mydei sleeping right beside you, the sound of soft snoring filling the room.
your head hurts once more, a reoccurring inconvenience. then again, work has been more demanding these days. it's the very reason you wake up so much earlier now. of course, mydei noticed after two days, reminding you not to overexert yourself and that he's always available if you need anything, whether it's cooking dinner for you, picking you up from work if he finishes his shift before you, or to simply hold you and play with your hair if you feel exhausted.
…despite being together for years now, you still feel a sense of guilt whenever you even imagine asking him to do any of those things. you don't want to burden him. he has his own responsibilities, too, doesn't he?
still, mydei seems pretty sound asleep right now. quietly, you creep out of your shared bed, making your way to the kitchen to grab a pain reliever tablet and a mug, starting up the coffee machine—
"ibuprofen and a cup of coffee is not breakfast, [name]."
at five in the morning, you turn around in a hurry, nearly letting out a scream of terror when you see a tall, shadowy figure behind you, only to realize it's your lover, a look of disappointment on his face.
when did he become such a light sleeper?
"mydei," you let out a sigh of relief, your hand gently smacking him on the shoulder. "you scared me half to death."
in return, mydei gently takes your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss on the back of it, "i'm sorry. my point still stands, though," he says, looking over at the sad display that you call breakfast, "you could've woken me up. i don't mind cooking for you."
"i didn't want to bother you, dei," you huff, trying to argue back.
but not before mydei had his own say in the matter, "you never do."
by now, you know that your lover is well-aware of your previous relationship history. two previous partners before him — one who was only with you because he thought you were attractive, then dumped you on the spot the moment you told him that you weren't interested in a 'no strings attached' type of relationship, and the other who was extremely emotionally manipulative, using your insecurities and secrets against you, always trying to make you feel like you can't do anything without him.
and now, here you are, with someone that doesn't make you feel like you need to depend on him, but rather stand by his side as his equal, while also acting like a reliable partner.
…but, then again, you aren't about to waste an opportunity to eat some of mydei's delicious cooking. especially after weeks of eating quick meals you made yourself, like a half-assed sandwich. especially if it meant eating his amazing honeyca—
"you want me to make you honeycakes, don't you."
a quick moment of silence for how quickly he was able to guess what you wanted just from one look. then again, it's only a testament to your bond, isn't it? nothing to be ashamed of, even if he was able to guess your current craving like it was second nature. actually, thinking about it now, his attentiveness only makes him more attractive in your eyes.
"ah, you know me so well. you're obsessed with me, aren't you? hopelessly in love with me and all that…" you sigh dreamily, poking fun at your lover as he picks up the pan and starts to grab all the ingredients from the pantry.
to that, mydei only lets out an exasperated, yet incredibly fond sigh, "we've been together for nearly four years, [name]," he starts, measuring the dry ingredients laid out in front of him, "but… yes, i guess i am."
you let out a soft hum, quietly watching him open the flour as you hand him the ingredients he needs next, "nearly four years now, huh? when will you pop the question, mydeimos?"
a teasing question. you weren't expecting a whole lot out of it. maybe, if you were to get lucky, you'll succeed at flustering your darling lover. that's only really happened a handful of times in the past.
but no. it ended up backfiring on you instead.
when you look over to see mydei's reaction, he pauses for a moment before continuing to mix the dry ingredients, answering your question as if you had only asked about the weather and not about a lifelong commitment to each other, "sooner than you might expect, my love."
"oh," is the only think you can get out of your mouth at first, your face beginning to turn a soft shade of red despite the only source of light in the room being the moonlight, "alright. good to know."
knowing that information now, you're beginning to wonder if anything… significant will happen later during the romantic dinner he said he's been planning for weeks now. he allegedly 'wanted to treat you after all the stressful work you've been doing.' now you're definitely going to wear the most gorgeous outfit you can find in your wardrobe.
when thoughts of marriage crept into your head in the past with your previous partners, you felt… emptiness. you never exactly imagined a 'forever' with them. you never felt a desire to have a future with them. if anything, the thought of it terrified you. whenever your mind wandered, it felt like being forced to board a ship and never coming back.
but with mydei? those thoughts, once filled with anxiety and fear, now felt warm. something you could look forward to. something that made your heart skip a beat, not with uneasiness, but with tenderness.
with mydei, forever feels soft and gentle, and you can't wait for that day to finally arrive.
zozo can you stop cooking with every theme i cannot catch up
THANK YOU MILA I LOVE YOU !!!!! 🥹 actually not entirely done with it ... gonna change the text colors tomorrow (later?) anyway dont stay up too late ... i see u playing hsr for hours ... rest ur eyes ... don't end up like me who has genuinely nasty levels of bad eyesight okay ...
thinking abt phainon as tamon from tamon's b-side but then i remembered his dancing from the hoyofair chimerric park video and those idol!phainon dreams vanish
