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MY HEART IS FULL OF DOUBT
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Word count: 1.2k
Pairing: Jason Todd x Artist!gn!Reader
Synopsis: Jason is consistently perceived in a bad light, so much so that he struggles to find himself beautiful, much less as art. Though, luckily for him, his lover is an artist and they’re determined to prove him wrong. It just so happens that his back is the perfect canvas to do so.
A/N: I’m aware that I wrote this idea over a month ago now, but I finally go the motivation to write it (though I’m not sure how much I like this, rip) :> Anyways this song actually makes me levitate, I had to name something after it immediately
Art is subjective. To some, it’s marked by extravagance; the maximalist blend of vibrant colours into one piece, jewels that exude wealth and glamour with just a glance. While, to others, it takes a simpler form; whether that be nature’s raw beauty, the meaning behind a primitive cave painting or even the most ‘mundane’ objects. Regardless of one’s perception, art is inherently human.
It captures someone’s anger, pain, happiness. It escapes time, it raises awareness, it shows appreciation and, often, it shows what someone finds beautiful. Which is exactly why Jason cannot understand your request.
Jason’s body tells the stories his mind cannot escape. Every muscle takes you one step closer to Red Hood, each scar is another “long story”, even the white streak of hair that hangs above his eyes roots back to a past that scares him. He cannot simply look in the mirror and not see all of his decisions–good and bad–laid out in front of him. His body isn’t art but rather tears waiting to fall and, while he may not be willing to connect the dots, some deep part of him is unwilling to see himself past it.
So, why would you want to paint on him?
Aang x reader - Short n Sweet
This is for all the short girlies like myself who stand at around 5'0''-5'4''.
"Guys, I have a question." you murmur during one outing as you watch Aang looking to purchase a couple of moon peaches from a vendor.
"What's up?" Sokka asks from his spot lounging on Suki's lap.
"You can always ask us anything and we'll be happy to help." Katara says, always supportive as she lets water swirl around her fingers, entertaining a small group of kids.
You hum, nervous. You often wonder how you ended up as part of the world’s loudest friend group, and on top of that, dating an airbender who was as open as the sky. Sokka had teased you mercilessly about how Aang could get even a hermitclam to open up. Initially, you had rolled your eyes so hard Sokka screamed like a girl at seeing just the white of your eyes. But the more you spent time around his friends, the more you understood their quirks. Aaaand got used to their antics.
"Well," you draw the word out. "It's just." you shrug. "You all know how tall Aang is-"
"Yeah kinda hard not to notice. The kid had the growth spurt of the century." Sokka groused playfully. "Ow!" he yelped when Suki lightly smacked his forehead with the tip of her fan. "It's true! Even Katara was taller than him! Now he practically towers over all of us...." he glances sideways at you. "Ohhhh!" he cackles. "Having trouble with the height difference are we?" Suki lightly flicks his forehead again. "Ow! Why are you hitting me? I'm right!" Suki rolls her eyes good naturedly.
You blush. "We don’t have THAT much of a height difference!"
Toph shrugged from her spot on the stairs, absently warping her comet armband. "C'mon sparkles, you're not fooling anyone. You're shorter than even me, and even I can barely reach Twinkletoes' chest. Spit it out already-what's your question?"
You drag your hands down your face groaning. "Okay, okay. How can I kiss him easily given the fact that I'm...vertically challenged?" Sokka snorts. "Short."
"I'm not short!" you state indignantly. Sokka grins crookedly back at you. Entirely unapologetic.
Toph shrugs. "Punch him in the stomach and when he doubles over there you go."
Katara held back a laugh. "Maybe something less violent? A little jump hug would work."
Suki ponders for a moment, giving you a thoughtful look. "Y’know, you could just ask him to lean down." She very pointedly ignores Sokka’s quiet drawn out “Lame!”
Everyone looks at Zuko who very conveniently now has a few Flaming Fire Flakes treats in his mouth. “Can’t talk with my mouth full,” he mutters, chewing.
Sokka pushes himself off Suki with a grunt, leaning his forearms on his knees as he sits fully on the stairs, still remaining close to his girlfriend. You don't like the look in his eyes. "Jump him." he says gravely.
You blink, wondering if Suki had tapped him too hard with her fan. "I'm sorry?"
Sokka grins. "You heard me. You see him over there? You get a good running start, jump him from behind, and before he even knows what's happened, bam. Oogies."
Katara groans, "I still can't believe you can't just say 'kiss'."
You sputter as you attempt to say, "I-I can't. What? Just run up in the middle of the street and jump the Avatar from behind?"
"Nooooooo," Sokka corrects with his pointer finger in the air as if he's teaching a very important lesson. "You run in the middle of the busy street from behind and jump Aang. Big difference."
Now it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow. “Last I checked, Aang was still the Avatar. I can’t just DO that in the middle of a crowded street! What would he-”
Katara is the one to interrupt, though her voice was gentler than Sokka’s teasing. “He’s still Aang. I actually think he’d find it kinda cute.”
Sokka nodded, looking smug. “Thanks for the backup little sister.”
Hearing all too familiar laughter, you quickly turn to glance at Aang. But from where he was across the street, Aang was laughing at something the vendor said. With the peaches now in hand, you wouldn’t have much time left before he turned back towards the group.
You gasp as you’re suddenly shoved lightly forward. When you turn to glare at who pushed you, Sokka is right there behind you. The grin on his face was downright devious as he whispered conspiratorially, “Do it, do it, do it, DO IT YOU COWARD!” giving you another light shove.
You sighed, braced yourself, and took off running through the street. You duck and weave through people, trying your best to ignore Sokka’s cheers in the distance. Just as you’re about to coil your body and spring up on Aang’s back, he turns on you, a smile on his face and in his moonstone eyes.
You had completely forgotten about Aang's seismic sense. Or was it his airbending that allowed him to know what you'd been about to do? Could he sense even the slightest changes of movement in the air around him?
But you had already committed. You couldn’t very well stop your momentum now that you were in the air. Aang stepped back to brace himself as he grabbed you with one arm. He wrapped it around your waist, securing you to his chest, using his airbending to keep the moon peaches from hitting the ground. “Gotcha!” he states, a smile in his voice.
You let out a little “oof!” as you hit his chest. Your chin brushes the top of his chest as you look up at him. You can’t help but smile as you see those moonstone gray eyes shining down at you. “Uhh…Hi?”
Aang chuckles, “Hi there.” he hoists you up a bit so you can wrap your legs around his waist. With a last word of farewell to the vendor, he heads back to the group. Entirely okay with holding you to him in a public setting, as if you were both at Air Temple Island. You really did have to stop overthinking how he’d react about certain affectionate displays you might want to show. “Any particular reason you decided to become a flying koala otter?” he teased, lightly dancing his fingers along your side, causing you to squeal and squirm.
You pretend to think. “I just wanted to do this.” You stretch your neck up and kiss him lightly on the lips. Before Aang can react, you jump down, and snag one of the moon peaches that his airbending juggles in the other palm. You quickly make your way back to your friends, taking a bite.
“Hey! That’s mine!” Aang races after you.
his canvas. | joshua hong
SYNOPSIS. A spur of the moment decision makes you decide to get an intimate back tattoo. Luckily, your boyfriend is a tattoo artist—a very talented and thorough one, in fact. PAIRING. tattoo artist!joshua hong x fem!reader GENRE. smut (minors dni 🔞), fluff, suggestive, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of needles and descriptions of what a tattoo feels like (everyone has diff pain tolerance tho!!), mentions of blood, shua and reader both have tattoos, lowkey me describing my dream spine tattoo, cursing, terms of endearment, joshua getting horny as he’s tattooing you lmao 😭😭, kissing, making out, body worship, lots of praise, unprotected sex, standing doggy wooweee backshots! WORD COUNT. 5k
notes: shoutout to @mellow-wishes for permanently imprinting the thot of tattoo artist!joshua in my brain. oh to get tattoed by him 😖😖 anyway, i hope u all enjoy!! wanted to get this fic out b4 i go out of town for the weekend so apologies if it's rushed i didn't rlly proofread it. pls don't forget to reblog w ur thoughts!!
“Are you still sure about this, sweetheart?”
You shoot a playful glare at your boyfriend, arms crossed loosely over your chest. You find yourself standing in the small corner of your shared apartment, which has been turned into a private studio corner where Joshua frequently freehands designs, sketches out his linework for clients, and practices on synthetic skin. Sometimes he even practices on himself, which is how he ended up with a rose stem behind his ear a month ago.
me and my phobia of needles and my low pain tolerance will never be able to sit through a tattoo session, but for the sake of the plot, i'll prentend i can.
where can i get a GENTLEMAN like him. he's so considerate, loving, caring, sweet, soft and whatever else that make him so charming.
and the way they love each other so much, it makes me want to cry 🥺
and suddenly i don't mind not being single anymore (only for a man like him, if i ever find a man like him)
thank you for blessing us with this masterpiece!
Looking into their eyes - Aang Edition
Literally just using Aang's pretty pretty eyes to practicing my writing. It's been a while-I'm a bit rusty lol.
Here's what looking into Avatar Aang's eyes must be like. I could stare into those things for days.
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Few people in the world have eyes like Aang's.
Eyes that signify his heritage as an Air Nomad.
Eyes layered with so many shades of gray it would be impossible to name them all. Graphite, silver, moonstone, steel, stormcloud, slate. If you tried naming every shade in his eyes, you'd lose an entire afternoon to it. Not exactly a bad way to spend an afternoon, in your opinion.
Your favorite thing about his eyes is that they're like quilled chameleons. You tease him about it constantly.
"Huh, you know in certain light your eyes are green." you say one afternoon while resting your head on his lap.
"I promise you, my eyes are not green, skyheart. Last I checked I was an Air Nomad remember? Gray eyes are kind of our thing." he lightly trails his fingers through your hair.
You wave your hand as if shooing a fly away, "Like that means anything. Ty Lee has gray eyes. Last I checked she wasn't a secret Airbender. You wouldn't shut up about it if she were." You giggle. His eyes narrow at you. "Point taken." You grin at him. "Oh! See now they're just straight up brown-"
And of course Aang is dramatic about it, gasping dramatically as he falls on his back, bringing his leg up so one of his knees is bent. In response you move your head up so it rests on his stomach. "My life is a LIE! You're telling me I've been an Earthbender this ENTIRE time?!"
You can't help but laugh, smacking his knee. "You could've had a head start on your Earthbending training. You needed it!"
He let's out a mock gasp, "My own girlfriend erasing my identity how could you?" He chuckles catching his breath. "Do my eyes really change color?" You nod. Has he really never noticed? "Do you think it has to do with me being the Avatar?"
You pause, pretending to think. "That's kind of fun to think about. It would certainly explain why your eyes right now are a really pretty EARTHY green-"
"Okay that's it, c'mere!" you squeal as he hoists you up from his stomach to his chest so you're tucked against his side. You take the opportunity to study his eyes that are shining with mirth as he looks down at you.
"Y'know right now they look kinda -" you shriek as he holds you tight, and takes you tumbling down the hill in a tangle of laughing limbs. When you get to the bottom, you're sprawled on top of him, trying to remember to breathe. Aang is flat on his back, legs splayed out, one arm over those hypnotic eyes as he catches his breath, the other around your waist. When he finally lets his arm fall to his side, those moonstones had shifted again.
"On second thought, they're definitely Water Tribe blue-" Aang surges up and kisses you, smiling into it all the while. You return it eagerly. He really does make it too easy.
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His eyes also change depending on his moods, making him rather easy to read. And while you do love looking into those kinetic eyes, you can't help but wonder...well, you always stare. You truly can't help it, but...
"Do you mind?" you ask. He stops tracing his fingers along your upper arm for a moment.
"Mind what?"
"That I'm always looking at your eyes."
"What do you think?" There's a smile in his voice.
He lets out a quiet sound of protest as you scooch back from where you were tucked under his chin to be able to look up at his face. He situates himself so he still gets to place a warm hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles as if by habit, the other propping him up on his side. You tilt your head as you look into those moonstone eyes, and-there. There's a glint to them. Like he knew some big secret and couldn't wait to share it.
"I, I don't think you mind?" your voice is quiet. "I mean, you'd have said something if you did, right? I'm sorry, I know it's probably rude, and I'm not trying to pry or anything, I just, they're so pretty and-"
You can't help but let out a little "oop" when he suddenly shifts over you on the bed. Your chests brush, skin to skin, his breath fans out over your face. Resting his weight on his elbows, he presses just enough of his weight on you so its a soft reassuring pressure, like a weighted blanket. You hear him deliberately slow his breathing to match yours. Ahh. Well. Uhh. There goes your ability to think. "What do you think?" he repeats, his voice soft as he brushes your hair out of your face. You shoot him a look cause really? He wants you to THINK? Now? This man you swear...
But his eyes are like the skies after a storm now. Clear, immense, and still heavy with rain. Relentless. And the longer you stare into them, you realize you know the answer.
You smile at him. "No. I don't think you do." He grins back, leaning in.
"I wonder what gave me away," he breathes, as he closes the distance. And the smile in his voice is reflected in those eyes that make you feel privileged to get to look at so closely.
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Most of the time his eyes shine like light dancing on the surface of water. Where the gray becomes a silver so light, it's as if they're mist. And you're reminded of a 12 year old boy, who never outgrew a love of simply existing, and sharing and connecting with the world around him. When his eyes shine like twin stars, he's one with the world, instead of something that watches over it. That joy is truly infectious and your smile is reflected in them when he leans in close to you before dragging you off to dance to the festival music.
And yet, there are times, rare as they are, where there's no gray at all. Those moonstones get replaced by molten starlight. His tattoos quickly follow suit-sky blue shifting to a luminous river along his skin. You and the others watch him heal the victims, brilliant water curling around him in glowing ribbons. You suddenly understand why Air Nomad Avatars were revered in particular. He looks like something that should be immortalized in a tapestry. A flash of movement catches your eyes, and you give chase to your brother the monster behind this....this project torment. Those eyes that are filled with enough light to blind you will not stop you from killing that thing masquerading as your brother demanding answers...But the moonstones waiting underneath just might.
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And once, only once, his eyes went cold and sharp as steel. Some Fire Nation nobleman made a comment during a meeting along the lines of "killing two airbenders with one flame". Aang went stiff next to you. Zuko looked like he was ready to draw his blades. You place a hand over Aang's, and he immediately threads your fingers together hard enough to ache. You end the meeting before one imploded and the other exploded. No one felt like dealing with politics after that. You'd apologize to Zuko later for overstepping. Perhaps it was the light of the room, but you would forever swear that Aang's eyes had gone from moonstone gray to pitch black. You noticed that Aang's eyes stayed that inky black until the nobleman left. And later that evening, you find him in the garden sitting with legs crossed so tightly that his feet rested on his thighs. Giving you a good view of the scar from where the lightning had exited his body. When you walked closer, you could see that his eyes were like soot. You sit down next to him, wrapping your arms around your knees and resting your head on his shoulder. "I fuckin' hate politicians." you mutter. Aang snorts. A win is a win.
And then there are times his eyes stop shining. Instead of those ever changing moonstones, they become lead or stone. Perhaps cloudy quartz is a better way to describe that far away look he sometimes gets. In those moments, you cup his jaw with a hand, and turn him to face you. You stay with him, forehead resting against his until his eyes look as though they were polished river stones, just below the surface of a stream.
A stream that's burst its banks.
And when he lets out a ragged sound, collapsing into you, closing those expressive, beautiful, wondrous eyes, you bring him into you. Just as he did the same for you countless times. When he starts to whisper in a hoarse voice, in a language that's been dead for a hundred years, you know that those eyes would shine like moonstones in his own time.
But for now, you're more than okay with looking into dampened ash.
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....IIIIIII have a fckin problem and I'm not even sorry lol.
i'm invested

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anonymously yours | wen junhui
SYNOPSIS. When the world falls asleep, a certain radio broadcast goes live—one hosted by none other than you and your best friend Wen Junhui. The two of you host an anonymous love confession segment, where listeners submit their deepest feelings, secrets, and late-night loves they can’t say aloud for you to unravel live on air. However, when a recurring submission starts to feel too familiar, a certain someone finds themselves wondering how long they can stay anonymous… before they are finally heard. PAIRING. radio host!wen junhui x radio host!fem!reader (ft. soonyoung as a comedic device) GENRE. fluff, best friends to lovers, crack/humour, comfort, slight angst, smut (minors dni 🔞) WARNINGS. cursing, mentions of toxic situations in relationships (situationships, cheating, love bombing), yn and jun are dumb asffff no wonder they're besties, jun feeling a lil insecure :(, lots of playful bickering and bullying, terms of endearment, kissing, grinding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, they bully each other even while doing the deed 😭 WORD COUNT. 11.3k
notes: hellooo everyoneee, this is my fic for the @studiosvt First Time Caller collab! please don't forget to support all the amazing authors in the collab!! unfort this was so rushed and lowkey not proud of it SDFDS i completely forgot how to write while writing this since it was all during the stress of finals szn and other matters LMAO, but i love writing abt two stupid oblivious idiot besties who are secretly in love with each other 😔 not rlly proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes !! there is also a skye @etherealyoungk cameo in here hehe
“No, no, no𑁋Wen Junhui, you’re being way too nice about this!” You exclaim mid-laugh, shaking your head as you lean in towards the mic. “If someone’s been stringing you along for six months with nothing but ‘I’m not ready for a relationship yet’ texts, then that’s just straight up terrorism. Not even a situationship, at this point.”
Jun lets out a laugh of his own and throws his head back, almost making his headphones nearly fall off his head. He readjusts quickly, dark hair messily falling over his forehead. The neon red of the bright ON LIVE sign on the wall behind his head casts an almost villain-like glow across his features, sharpening the curve of his already amused smile.
She's back in the building!
when she called him grandpa, this is the image i had in mind
Where can i get a cat like him?
oh my lord, the chat is here to end me 🤣
great advice, now, apply it to your own love life rd
OH MY GOD JUST KISS ALREADY!!!!
JUN GET BACK HERE YOU COWARD!!!
FINALLY HE CONFESSED! Hallelujah! (took him long enough)
yep, four really long and agonizing years of silence
i admire her dedication to rate throughout the act, i wouldn't be able to
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these are my real-time reactions, i' m almost certain my parents are thinking of sending me to a mental institution with all the noise i've made
as always, a pleasure to read! i got my regular dose of dopamine for the day.
No Knocking, No Peace
╰┈➤ pairing: Aang x female! reader
a/n: none
summary: A private late-night moment between you and Aang turns into chaotic embarrassment when Sokka barges in at the worst possible time, leaving Aang flustered but still instinctively protective of you.
wc: 1.1k
contains: Soft romance, established relationship intimacy, cuddling, playful kissing, light sexual tension (no explicit content), embarrassment humor, Sokka comedic chaos, protective behavior, blanket “cover-up” moment, affectionate teasing, Gaang dynamics.
sokka please 😭 you're the one who took the risk to enter without knocking
I sent a request earlier about arranged marriage Zuko getting caught making out in the hallway. I wanted to request a reversed jealous one too, if it's not too much!
So in the one where Zuko was jealous, it was at the event that people were dancing and greeting the Fire Lady. Maybe this time, Zuko has a personal stylist that helps him get ready for events, or maybe just a general daily stylist. She was newly chosen, just before the wedding and all. She picks out his garments to align with the customs of the Fire Nation, she even does his hair in traditional ways and sets his crown and head pieces. Zuko never minded but that's because he's oblivious to the lingering touches or the way she stands too close. But of course, his lovely wife notices and decides she wants to help him instead
OHHH ANON!! this is the yummiest prompt!!! thank youuu!!!!! and let me tell you from experience that loyal men are the DUMBEST of the lot- when they have eyes for their lover- they literally are BLIND to all the other nonsense!!!
It was no secret that the Fire Nation still clung to the ways of the old. Which was one of the main reasons why Zuko had an arranged marriage, one for political alliances rather than out of preference or love. And it was also no secret that majority of people who would be forced into arranged marriages always had lovers on the side. Their spouses would be just for show and for heirs.
That is the belief that Misaki held close to her heart. That just because the Fire Lord was married now, didn't mean that he was unavailable.
She would walk the palace halls as if she had already been chosen. She would do Zuko's hair with more care than needed and she would choose his robes every morning then make sure that she matched someway or the other.
You hadn't noticed it in the beginning. You were still getting your bearings but now that Zuko and you were closely growing closer- It was hard to miss.
This morning, over breakfast, you'd asked Zuko if you and him could get ready for the day together. He'd been more than happy to agree. Any time he could get with you, he treasured it immensely.
Currently, you were on the other side of the bedchambers as multiple servants rushed around do prepare you both for the day. You watched Zuko's hair being done by Misaki. You noticed how her hands lingered at his neck, how instead of using combs and brushes, she smoothed out his hair with her fingers. Meanwhile, Zuko watched you through the mirror, smiling at you shyly as he adored your eyes on him.
You let the maids fuss around you for your robes and jewels. Once you were ready, you walked over to Zuko and Misaki.
She saw you and straightened slightly but still chose to stay closer than needed.
"The Lord's hair is softer than usual. The oils I recommended are working well." She said sweetly, her hands still in his hair.
"Hm? Oh- My wife makes me use them every night." He smiled at you through the mirror.
"It's my pleasure, Zuko." You said softly, sitting infront of him. His eyes quickly leaving the mirror and following you.
"But nonetheless, it was a good suggestion, Misaki." He nodded.
"You're very welcome, my Lord." She cooed. You smiled, a brow raised at her audacity. The rest of the staff exchanged looks and pretended to keep busy. No one wanted to leave the room without having all the gossip.
Seeing your lack of reaction, Misaki grew bolder.
"You know, my Lord-" She began, "It's an honour to be able to serve such a strong leader. Our nation prospers greatly under you-"
"Ah- I can't take all the credit." He laughed. "Most of it goes to Uncle for his advise and my wife for helping me keep my head on straight."
"I meant you personally, my Lord." She pushed. "You are very easy to admire and look up to." Her fingers ran through his hair as she pinned the crown in place. "Many women believe so."
"Oh?" He frowned. "That's not appropriate-" You coughed to cover up a laugh. The staff that was in the room stopped moving altogether and started to listen in shamelessly. "The women of the palace should focus on their tasks and duties. Not get wrapped in idle gossip. I'm simply doing what any Lord should-"
"Zuko-" You interrupted him before he tore Misaki a new one.
"Yes, my love?" He blinked, turning to you.
"I've been watching Misaki do your hair for months now. Maybe I should try my hand in it?" You asked softly.
"You'd- Really?" He beamed at you. "I'd love that. Please do- It would help us spend more time together and by the Spirits, I would do anything to feel your hands in my hair-" He sighed dreamily. "Misaki, you're dismissed. You can go to Akari for a different assignment."
"But my Lord-" She stuttered and gaped at how suddenly the tables had turned but Zuko was already undoing her hard work and taking out the crown, brushing his hair.
"I'm ready for your skilled hands, my love-" He beamed at you and you smiled at Misaki.
"You heard him. You're dismissed." You said sweetly and turned to do Zuko's hair.
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First Meeting
The Night After The Ceremony
Something Gently Shifts
First Kiss
Jealous Zuko
Daily Life With Zuko
Reader is kidnapped by the Denied
Reader and Zuko's first improper kiss
Everytime I think of dating sokka , I think of him making you laugh so hard to the point youre crying of laughter .
Dating the silliest man alive , no matter if you two are in serious or even life threatening moments Sokka always manages to make you laugh. A joke here and there , silly faces and dumb actions. But worst of all his arguments, he never wins and why is that? Cause that man has no clue how to argue not when everyone of the gaang roasts him but he loves it because the smile on your face makes it worth it. That man loves to tell you all about his new ideas and inventions, what he plans to build next and how the next time he fixes his flying bike.
Sokka's kids being their father's biggest fans
It started, as most things did in your household, with one child bragging.
You were sitting on the steps just outside your home in Republic City, enjoying what should have been a quiet afternoon, one hand resting over your stomach while the youngest leaned sleepily against your side. The other four were scattered nearby...if “scattered” meant loudly existing within a ten-foot radius.
A small group of neighborhood kids had gathered, and somehow, somehow, the conversation had turned to parents.
“Oh yeah?” one of the boys said, puffing up a little. “My dad’s a metalbender. He can bend a whole gate without touching it.”
There was a pause and then your oldest snorted.
“That’s it?” He said, crossing his arms in a way that was painfully familiar. “That’s cool, I guess. But our dad helped take down an entire fleet of airships.”
The other kids blinked. “…what?”
That was all the invitation the rest of them needed.
“Yeah!” your second chimed in, as she was practically bouncing. “He was on one of them!!!! like in the sky!! fighting Fire Nation soldiers and stuff!”
“He didn’t even have bending!” the third added loudly, as she puffed out her cheeks as if that somehow made it more impressive and honestly, it did. “He just used his brain and a boomerang and—”
“And a sword!” another cut in, dramatically miming a swing that nearly took out someone passing by but she paid no mind.
“And strategy,” your oldest corrected, pointing like they’d heard the word a thousand times. “He’s a strategist. That’s like… the smartest kind of fighter.”
The smallest one, still pressed against your side, lifted his head just enough to mumble, “He also makes really good stew…”
You smiled despite yourself.
Across the yard, Sokka had just stepped outside—probably looking for you, maybe looking for a snack and paused the moment he heard his own voice being… passionately represented.
“…he literally helped defeat Fire Lord Ozai,” one of the kids declared, like they were dropping the final, undeniable truth. “So yeah. Our daddy wins.”
The other children looked somewhere between impressed and overwhelmed.
One of them squinted. “Isn’t he just… a guy?”
Suddenly there was collective group of inhales.
You almost felt bad.
Almost.
“He is not ‘just a guy,’” your oldest said, offended on a spiritual level. “He’s Daddy...."
“Yeah,” another nodded firmly. “He saved people. Like, a lot of people.”
“And he makes the best jokes,” one added.
“And he lets us stay up late sometimes,” another said.
“And he cried when I got a scrape,” the smallest mumbled again, fully exposing him.
Sokka choked on absolutely nothing. “…I did not—” he started, but no one was listening.
“And,” your second continued, hands on her hips now, “our mommy is a firebender. So obviously she wouldn’t marry someone lame.”
That one made you laugh out loud. Sokka, meanwhile, had gone completely still.
You could see it happening, the slow, creeping realization that his children were out here, in the streets, running full-scale propaganda campaigns about him.
“…wow,” he whispered.
You didn’t even look at him.
“Don’t get used to it,” you said dryly.
Too late,
“DID YOU HEAR THAT?” Sokka called, striding forward like he’d just been summoned to his own victory ceremony. “Did you all hear what my kids just said about me? Because I heard it. I heard all of it.”
The kids lit up immediately.
“Daddy!” one of them yelled, running over. “Tell them about the airships!”
“Yes, absolutely, I will do that,” he said, already crouching down, fully invested. “So there I was—heroically, might I add, on top of this giant metal airship—”
You leaned back slightly, watching as he launched into a dramatically exaggerated retelling, your children hanging onto every word like it was the greatest story ever told.
It wasn’t entirely accurate.
But it was entirely Sokka.
And the way they looked at him?
Like he hung the moon.
You glanced down at the child curled against you, brushing a hand gently through his hair. “…he kind of does, doesn’t he?” you murmured.
The little one nodded sleepily. “Yeah… he’s the best.”
Across the yard, Sokka tripped over his own storytelling, arms flailing as the kids erupted into laughter and somehow, impossibly, still looked like the greatest man in the world.
And to them?
He always would be.

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Hiii! Can I please request an aang x thick/ chubby reader smut
It’s basically about aang seeing the reader in his robes for the first time and since he’s so big and tall and buff his clothes are big on her but she just looks so beautiful to him and he loves how soft she is and curvy and that wakes something up in him
And bam!
He makes love to her
Drowning In You
Aang x Fem!Reader
Summary: Aang comes home from a long trip to you awaiting him in his favourite outfit.
Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal sex, aftercare, Aang talks you through it, mild breeding/ impregnation kink?
Word Count: 2.0k
Author's Note: I really appreciated writing this, as a fat girl it was important for me to write this reader as confident and powerful in her body because we all deserve to feel that about ourselves! And for clarification because my mind is obsessed with the little details, the robes I was trying to reference is LIKE the one Aang primarily wore in season three.
aang, in the beginning, would struggle with his new height and bulk because he was once short and scrawny. so i can see him whacking his head against low door frames because he forgets he now has to bend a little. him realising that he can no longer fit into certain spaces because his shoulders are too wide.
one time aang sends sokka flying because he wanted to friendly pat him on the back but used a little too much force. katara, toph, and zuko have to remind him to adjust his bending to his newfound strength or else he'll end up blasting them away while sparring.
but it really sinks in for him when he's able to manhandle you so easily. when aang was younger, shifting and carrying you was always a bit of a struggle without airbending. now he can pick you up without a second thought, throw you over his shoulder and just...toss you around a bit.
the first time that happens, when he picks you up, you don't talk to him for the rest of the day. aang is puzzled and upset, pouting because you won't talk to him and he hates when he makes you mad.
"you picked her up without breaking a sweat," sokka suddenly says, tired of seeing aang make sad eyes at you. "think about it, dude."
aang blinks. "wait so she's mad because i picked her up? sokka, i already knew that—"
sokka shakes his head. "noooo, think it through. how did she react when you did it?"
aang thinks about it, remembers how you yelped and squirmed against him. how you suddenly refused to look at him, flustered and stuttering as you yelled to be put down.
he thinks deeply, thinks and thinks until it clicks.
"oh." he murmurs, the tips of his ears turning pink.
sokka smirks. "yeeeeep."
when aang looks at you again, he catches the end of the quick glance you give him and his heart skips a beat or three.
you liked it when he carried you.
Aang would literally fly to you once you’re back from your diplomatic trip and he’ll kiss you in front of the whole republic city talking about how he missed you
Then he would take you home and make you scream
Remind you of who your man is
Remind you of who makes you feel good
notes: I've been sitting on this for so long, fretting about how to write it. anyways, feel free to send me more thirsts guys, i need the practice and love hearing fresh ideas! ruby, thanks for letting me have a meltdown in ur inbox and for your direction. not proofread yet.
18+
Avatar The Last Loverboy over here wouldn't even wait until your train pulled into the station, he'd fly off and intercept it, waving excitedly at you from out the window. You wave back of course, equally as excited to see him again as well as to be back home.
When it does finally stop, you barely make it one step off before he's scooping you into his arms. There's no choice but to melt into his embrace, tucking your face into his neck and just enjoying the feeling of hugging him again. He dips you into a kiss right where you stand, much to your delight as well as the citizens who came to wish you a warm welcome.
He stands dutifully next to you as you greet them, smile fond and heart full as he takes in the pleasant interactions.
Then, he'd effortlessly grab your bag with one hand, the other intertwined with yours as you begin the short walk back home. You lift your joined hands to kiss the back of his hand as his eyes sparkle like a freshly polished grey moonstone.
Home is pleasantly warm, with the faint smell of your favorite dish lingering in the air. You kiss his cheek in thanks and he grins before rambling cutely that he had to go down to the market to get an ingredient he missed and that he followed the instructions carefully.
Stories and savory kisses are shared between bites of food and freshly squeezed juice and he practically begs to give you a bath after and you wouldn't pass up the opportunity.
It's when he's lotioning you down that his kisses show how much he really misses you, his lips find every sliver of available skin until you're arching against him, fingers gripping his biceps in a silent plea for more. There's a shared sigh of relief when he sinks into you again, with the way you're clinging to each other, it's as if you were away for months, but it was only three weeks.
That doesn't matter when his arms find the back of your knees and damn near folding you like origami. The charms on your anklet jingles, adding to the symphony of your screams and sighs. He's not in any rush right now, just wants to relish in the fact that you're back home with him. He peppers kisses all over your face, hissing into your mouth when your nails rake red welts down his bare back.
After you're both satiated, you fall asleep curled to his chest with the feeling of his lips kissing your forehead.
Im listening ur breakdancer!aang
OKAY SO
breakdancer!aang was born from the thought of him being a really good dancer. and his airbending reminds of breakdancing at times so i was like, "wait a second 🤔"
plus i really love the idea of aang being a well-known breakdancer and choreographer and i wish i could expand further on this but just...aang dancing in low-raise sweatpants, i may have to think about this further because what about reader who signs up to take aang's dance class and there's immediate chemistry between them???
I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS DEEPLY.
Mood Control
notes: wrote this during my lunch break while slurping down maruchan roast chicken flavored noodles.
Aang's usually a good sport when you're in a bad mood. He'll be your listening ear if you want to rant, doesn't force you to talk if you decide to silently stew in it, he'll stick to your side but will never hover.
What he will not tolerate, however, is if you think you can get away with using your bad mood as an excuse to snap at him. He'll never raise his voice at you; he doesn't believe in matching the energy, but he will let you know that taking it out on him isn't going to fly. The minute your tone changes and your pretty eyes start glaring daggers at him, he's going to let you know that you need to get it together, and swiftly too.
"Don't do that." It's not a command, but you are going to listen. Those broad shoulders will straighten, and he'll stand at his full height, relaxed posture gone so that you know he's not playing. By then, you know you've already messed up, and he knows you're aware, but you have your pride, so you're not backing down yet; he knows that too. He won't corner you or loom threateningly, but if your gaze is averted, his finger is under your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet his, firm and unrelenting.
"I know you know better than that." His tone isn't passive or condescending, but it is disappointed. Your shoulders tense, and you begin to coil, as if about to hiss or retreat. Aang doesn't give you time to decide because his hand moves to your jaw and squeezes it. It doesn't hurt, and you never feel trapped with him, but he doesn't want you to think this is something he'll stand for.
"I'll never tell you how to feel, but you're either going to drop the attitude with me or talk about what's bothering you." His eyes harden, the grays of his sclera glinting like a sharpened blade.
You huff, eyes rolling and his gaze narrows, the grip on your jaw tightens.
"Don't."
"Leave me alone, Aang."
"I will if you're nice to me."
Aang can see the war in your gaze, contemplating whether to push it or quit while you're ahead. His gaze softens when your shoulders drop and your brows unknit.
"That's my girl."
"I'm sorry."
"I know." His grip loosens into a caress that you can't help but nuzzle into. "Do you want some time alone?"
Your hands fly up to wrap around his wrist as you shake your head vehemently.
He kisses your forehead and holds you up when you sag against him. "Come on, let's go for a ride then."
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nine seventeen
— just fluff. only a little suggestive maybe. I'm going bonkers over this bald guy to the point katsuki stay asking me if i don't live anywhere.
You're reading on the couch when Aang approaches you, a towel around his neck, razor and shaving oil in hand. He gives you a hopeful smile and an expectant look.
"Sure, prickles."
Aang grins and waits for you to sit up before he places the items on the cushion next to you. Then, he uses his finger to relight the extra half-burnt candle on the side table, frowning when he realizes that means you'd only been reading with one tiny candle as your light source.
"I keep telling you not to do that." He sits on the ground, back to you, and when you scoot closer to begin, he grabs your ankle and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee.
"You mean like how I keep telling you to put your dirty clothes in the basket and not next to it?" You secure the small towel around his nape before opening the bottle of shaving oil.
"Uhh."
"That's what I thought; mind your business." You apply a generous amount of the oil to his head before massaging it in; it's an oil you made yourself from jojoba, bergamot, lavender, and chamomile. You created two blends: one for him to relax and one for him to focus, using jojoba, rosemary, peppermint, and lemon.
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckles, soaking up the scent and the feel of your fingers massaging his scalp.
"I'm surprised you let it grow out this much," you say, beginning the first pass with the razor on his head. "It's usually gone at the first sight of brown."
"I know, but you were gone longer than usual, and you know I like when you do it." His thumb dips into the groove near your ankle, head tipping back when you tip his chin up.
"No," you respond, drawing out the final letter. "You just don't like doing it on your own because the hair gets all over you and makes you itchy."
"Isn't that what I said?"
You don't respond, opting to wipe the blades clean before continuing the repetitive motions until his head is clean-shaven. "Let me see your face."
When he turns, his soft gaze sweeps across your face as you inspect him with both your eyes and hands. Before grabbing another razor for his face, you reach for the oil again, coating your fingers and applying it to his chin and upper lip. "I was thinking about keeping the beard, but I can't imagine it being comfortable for you."
"Hm?" You question and when his eyes lid, it clicks.
"Oh, how sweet of you." You drawl and his hands fall to rest on your thighs as you finish your task.
"See? I can be considerate."
You snort a laugh and somehow his eyes soften further, expression open and clearly swooning to the point it makes you flustered.
"Close your eyes." You murmur, averting your gaze as your cheeks begin to warm.
"Why, gonna shave my eyebrows too?" He teases, lips quirking up into a pleased grin.
"I might if you don't quit looking at me like that."
His head tilts as he feigns confusion. "Like what?"
He's looking at you like you're birthing stars rather than just shaving his head and he has the nerve to ask 'like what?'
"Okay, we're done." You lift your hand up to push him away but he's quick to snatch it, encasing it in his palm before pressing kisses from your wrist up to the crook of your elbow.
"Thank you, beloved."
Your heart squeezes at the term of endearment before you lean forward. And, he's eager to meet you in the middle, balm coated lips molding against yours in a soft kiss that has your toes curling in your socks. "You're welcome."
He steps away for a moment before returning with a damp cloth to remove as much residue as possible from your hands. As soon as they're clean enough, you're wrapping them around his shoulders as he wraps his around your middle, pulling you closer and into yet another kiss. "Take a shower with me?" He mumbles against your lips.
"You're gonna be late for your meeting," You warn, but refuse to leave his embrace as he squeezes your hips.
"Y'know, I think I'm coming down with something." When you bite into his bottom lip, he whimpers. "Ow, okay, tonight then." He pecks your lips once, twice, and three times before reluctantly leaving your embrace.
Your gaze follows him to the bathroom, where he slowly strips his shirt over his head, back muscles flexing. He's being extra tempting on purpose, but you won't give in, even though you feel like you're exuding the lust they talk about in the great book. His pants come next, and you're about to give in, take another step, when he suddenly ruins everything.
"AANG, what did I JUST say about putting the clothes in the basket?"
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—1004 angel emergency—
Random messages between you and your boyfriend—Jeonghan.
A/N: my first ever smau lol, I dreamt of Jeonghan last night so have this for now..
Warnings: slight suggestive language, mentions of periods, fluff.
Taglist: @wonushy @joshujin @imissmyseventeen @bramos91