Miss Flu(ff)stered

warnings: suggestive, drinking, petnames, cursing

other versions: hongjoong | seonghwa | yunho | yeosang | mingi | wooyoung | jongho

warnings: nsfw, joking use of ‘daddy’, ‘baby’ as petname, he’s annoying

note: i find it so hard to write yunho. he’s so silly but also so serious sometimes, i can never get his sexiness right ughhhh sorry in advance

other versions: hongjoong | seonghwa | yeosang | san | mingi | wooyoung | jongho

requests are open! feel free to ask for tags.

J.YH x girlfriend!Reader (feat. ATEEZ)

Thinking of Clingy BF!Yunho who trails behind his girlfriend like a feral golden retriever at 7am in the morning.

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You woke up first, still tangled in Yunho’s arms on his bed, his face buried in your shoulder, hair messy, breathing slow and warm against your neck.

You tried moving. Huge mistake. His arms tightened around you instantly. Like a seatbelt.

“No,” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Stay.”

“Yunho, I need to pee.”

“No.”

“Babe—”

He groaned, loosened his grip just enough for you to slip out… but the moment her warmth left his chest…

He woke up.

Eyes half-open. Groggy. Confused. Disoriented. Very much puppy mode. The ‘wait, where is my oxygen?’ look.

You walked towards the bathroom, still tying your robe, when you heard something behind you.

Soft footsteps. Shuffling. Low whining.

You turned around and face palmed.

Your six-foot-two boyfriend in pajamas was following you. All sleepy and disheveled yet still effortlessly good looking at 7am in the morning.

His hair sticking up in twenty directions making him look more puppy-er than usual. Your blanket still wrapped around his shoulders like a cape.

A feral golden retriever that had imprinted on his mate.

You blinked, “Why are you following me?”

He blinked back, like the question was offensive. How dare you ask that question?

“…Because you left.”

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

“I’ll wait outside.”

“No, you won’t.”

He nodded stubbornly. “Yes, I will.”

You squinted. “Are you… pouting?”

He immediately shook his head. He absolutely was pouting.

He padded after you all the way to the bathroom door, blanket trailing on the floor. When you tried to close said bathroom door, his fingers slipped into the doorway.

“Baby.”

“What?”

“I miss you.”

“You saw me thirty seconds ago!”

“I still miss you.”

You groaned, but not really complaining. “You’re impossible.”

He leaned his forehead against the doorframe, groggy and adorable.

“Come back quickly,” he murmured. “I can’t function alone yet.”

You laughed so hard that you nearly forgot why you went in there.

Oh yeah. Pee.

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By breakfast time? Yunho was already in maximum Feral Puppy Boyfriend mode.

You headed to the kitchen. Yunho was exactly one step behind you.

No, not beside you. Nope, not even near you. God, never in front of you. Right behind you. Wherever you went.

You opened the fridge. He peered over your shoulder. You went to the sink. He followed. To the coffee machine? He kissed your cheek. You reached for a mug. He grabbed it for you like a loyal but unhinged butler. “I’ll get it for you baby!”

San passed by the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Stopped and stared. Half in disbelief, half in judgment.

“…Why the hell is he like this? Bro it’s 7 in the morning.”

You poured juice. “I don’t know.”

Yunho, still glued behind you, muttered, “I want cuddles.”

San blinked. “Dude… you look feral.”

Yunho growled. Actually growled. Low. Possessive. Sleepy.

San raised his hands like he was facing a wild animal. “Okay, okay, damn, chill—she’s all yours—my god.”

You sighed. “He’s stuck to me like gum.”

Yunho rested his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“No,” he corrected, eyes still half-shut, voice hoarse from sleep. “I’m stuck to you like love.”

San gagged audibly. “Ugh. I’m out, where’s Young-ie?”

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By the others start waking up, Yunho still stuck by you. Nothing new. Just their Yunho being a baby to his girlfriend in their home. Totally a normal Sunday. One by one, they wandered in, completely used to this nonsense.

Wooyoung walked in, too happy with life, immediately screamed, “Good morning—OH MY GOD HE’S IN PUP MODE.”

“Someone get the spray bottle.” Mingi cackled while receiving a glare from his bestie.

Hongjoong, absolutely done with this madness, rubbed his temples and waved the others off, “Leave him. He’s harmless until noon.”

Yeosang deadpanned, “That’s a lie. He bit me once.”

“He doesn’t bite. He nibbles.”, Hwa corrected, stirring his coffee, smiling apologetically at you, “You okay, sweetheart?”

Jongho walked in last with San back hugging him, “Hyung, let the poor girl breathe.”

You turned to look at Yunho. Only for him to tightened his hold around your waist, blanket swallowing both of you now.

“Don’t listen to them, baby,” he mumbled into your neck.

“I’m good. I’m warm. You’re warm. Everything is perfect.”

You giggled softly, patting his cheek before giving him a peak on the lips.

“My clingy puppy.” He made a sound. A little whimper.

The boys all screamed internally. Gagged internally. Or externally, seeing Hongjoong cringed at the affection early in the morning.

Wooyoung shrieked, shaking San by the shoulders, “That’s it. She broke him. He’s never coming back.”

Yunho nuzzled into your neck, finally awake enough to smirk. That cocky smirk that always made you want to either smack him or kiss him. Or both to be honest.

“If she calls me that again,” he murmured against your skin, “I’m carrying her back to bed.”

You flushed immediately. The boys SCATTERED.

“KEEP IT PG, BRO!”

“THERE’S CHILDREN HERE!”

“HEY!”, Jongho protested.

The end, teehee.

How baby!yuji was made?

You and Sukuna never planned to have a baby. Realistically speaking, freshly married, you both wanted to enjoy being husband and wife first. You talked about traveling, decorating your home, teasing each other over what color to paint the nursery “one day”—but that day always felt far away.

Still… You already had a little note in your phone titled “Baby Names.”

It started as a joke.

One night, curled up on the couch, you’d asked, “If we ever had a boy… what would you name him?”

Sukuna had rolled his eyes dramatically.

“…You’re planning our nonexistent kid already?”

“Just answer.”

After a long pause, he’d quietly replied,

“…Yuji.”

You smiled so brightly that he pretended not to notice.

From then on, the list slowly grew.

A few boy names.

A few girl names.

Tiny conversations that always ended with, “Not anytime soon, though.”

And that was the truth.

Neither of you were trying for a baby.

Life simply had other plans.

Weeks later, you found yourself unusually tired.

You blamed stress.

Then came the strange cravings, the mornings where even the smell of coffee made your stomach turn, and the moments where Sukuna would look at you suspiciously before asking,

“…You okay?”

"’m just tired.”

“You’ve been ‘just tired’ for a week.”

Eventually, mostly to prove him wrong, you bought a pregnancy test on your way home.

You weren’t nervous.

If anything, you were expecting a negative.

Sukuna was in the kitchen making dinner when you quietly disappeared into the bathroom.

A few minutes later…

Silence.

You stared. Once. Twice. Three times.

“…No way.”

Your hands started shaking.

Not because you were unhappy.

Just because your entire future had shifted in the span of a few minutes.

When you walked back into the kitchen, Sukuna immediately looked up.

“You alright?”

You couldn’t even find the words.

You simply held the test out.

He frowned, took it from your hand…

…and went completely still.

Neither of you spoke.

For what felt like forever.

Then, almost in disbelief, he looked back at you.

“…We’re having a baby?”

You nodded, tears already forming in your eyes.

A slow smile spread across his face—the kind of smile you rarely saw, soft and completely genuine.

He crossed the room in two steps and wrapped you in the tightest hug.

“So…”

His voice was quieter than usual.

“I guess we really are meeting Yuji sooner than we thought.”

You laughed through your tears.

“Maybe.”

“No,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“I think it’s him.”

Neither of you knew what kind of parents you’d become.

Neither of you knew how much your lives were about to change.

All you knew was that your little family had just begun.

Summary - Megumi never talks about his personal life on stream.

You never planned on appearing in one.

Somehow, thirty-eight seconds changes everything.

content -

w.c: 1.8k+, sorry hehe

Streamer!megumi x reader

fluff | streamer AU | established relationship | soft megumi | part 1 

-- read part 2 here

Your boyfriend Megumi used to stream for fun with his friend Yuji Itadori, but in the last 3 months— one single “iconic” stream gained them popularity due to the dynamic duo they share. The two were playing Mecca Chameleon where Yuji was rage baiting poor Megumi for the past 10 minutes, fortunately for them a fan clipped the interaction and posted it on TikTok causing it to blow UP.  Ever since then the two have gained a fanbase of their own!!  Yuji is very open about his life with his fans, though Megumi rarely talked about his personal life, not because he wanted people to speculate it was quite the opposite, actually. He simply preferred keeping the parts of his life that mattered most... Offline. His viewers respected that...Mostly.

Every few weeks someone would ask if he was dating anyone. Megumi's response never changed;

"...Next question." He says with a smile you wouldn’t catch if you aren’t paying close attention 

Which, naturally, only made chat even more curious.

Still..

Nobody expected an answer, until one Tuesday night.

Megumi was halfway through a ranked match of Valorant, quietly explaining why he'd chosen a certain strategy while chat argued over whether he'd win. 

Everything felt normal.

Then—

The bedroom door creaked open just slightly. You peeked your head inside.

"...You busy?" You mumble quietly towards your boyfriend.

Megumi looked over for exactly half a second smiling before returning his attention to the game.

"I'm streaming."

"Oh..”

A pause.

"...Oops.” you chuckle mostly to yourself.

"Sorry."

You started backing toward the door ensuring that the camera doesn’t catch a glimpse of you. (Though that was far too late..)

Another pause.

“..Hold on sweets.”

You stopped.

“Hm?”

Megumi reached toward the edge of his desk without taking his eyes off the monitor.

“Your tea.”

You blinked.

"Oh, yeah.”

Right.

You'd completely forgotten you'd left your mug when you two were hanging out in his room earlier.

You shuffled over the side so you wouldn’t go by noticed, picked it up, and smiled.

"Thanks."

Megumi grabs your other hand and gives your knuckles a quick kiss before returning his attention to the game.

"Mhm..”

You quietly left.

The door clicked shut.

Silence.

Megumi continued playing as if absolutely nothing had happened.

Chat, however... Was having the collective meltdown of the century.

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:: "WHO WAS THAT????"

:: "HELLO???"

:: "DID HE JUST HAVE SOMEONE BRING HIM TEA??"

:: “WDYM ‘SWEETS’”

:: "'YOUR TEA'?????"

:: "HE SAID IT SO CASUALLY."

:: “SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THE KISS!?”

:: "THERE'S NO WAY THAT'S JUST A FRIEND."

Megumi glanced at chat for approximately three seconds.

"...Focus on the game."

Wrong answer.

The messages somehow started moving even faster... Uncontrollable.

:: "HE DIDN'T DENY IT."

:: "DON'T EVER DELETE THIS."

:: "WE'RE WITNESSING HISTORY."

:: "GUYS CLIP IT."

Within minutes, clips of the interaction had already started making their way onto social media.

The title of the first one?

“Megumi accidentally reveals he lives with someone??”

Five hundred thousand views overnight.

The comments were even worse.

:: “The way he immediately remembered where her mug was..."

:: "Nobody says 'your tea' that naturally unless it's happened a hundred times before."

:: "Did anyone notice he didn't even LOOK? He just reached for it."

:: "They're either married or have known each other forever."

Meanwhile...

You were in the kitchen, blissfully unaware of the internet detective work happening because of one cup of tea.

The next morning, however...

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The moment you woke up, your phone buzzed.

Gojo:

' famous already?

Then another notification.

Yuji:

' DUDE YOU GUYS ARE TRENDING 😭

Another.

Nobara:

' "your tea"??? REALLY??? 

-- sent with a link to the TikTok video

Confused, you opened the link.

Thirty-eight seconds, that was it.

Thirty-eight seconds of you walking into the room, grabbing your mug, thanking your boyfriend, and leaving.

Nearly two million views.

"...Megs?” You call out.

You wandered into the living room where he was quietly scrolling through his phone.

He looked up.

"...Mm?" 

You slowly held your phone toward him.

“You’re trending... Well, we’re trending.”

Megumi looked at the screen, visibly confused.

Looked at the view count.

Then looked back at you.

"...Huh." You swore you never seen him so confused.

".What do you mean 'Huh..?''"

"...Didn't think they'd care."

You stared at him.

“Uhm..two million people care honey."

"..."

"...Megumi."

"...It's just tea."

You couldn't help laughing.

Only Megumi Fushiguro could accidentally send the internet into a frenzy over two words and still genuinely believe it was "just tea."

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The clips never really disappeared.. I mean, they never do.

Months later, every time he reached for a drink on stream, chat would immediately fill with the same message.

"YOUR TEA."

Megumi never acknowledged it. 

But every now and then...

Just before going live…

He'd glance toward the kitchen and quietly ask—

"...You forget your tea again?"

And every single time...

You'd smile.

"...Maybe."

Notes : Hellooooo guys! I'm so proud of this wow. I love the streamer AU, thank whoever created it. This will be a series guys, I'm still iffy about how many chapters I'll put out but we ball :) . This one's a long one, my longest one yet! Again to put this out, English is not my first language so please don't bother to say anything if you see any mistakes as well as-- this time I proof-read woohoo! Okay guys I hope you enjoy the start of this series. Byyeeeeeee

note : you were working on a group project with him plus four other people, till you two got assigned to finish the last part together.

Nearby, an elderly lady is sitting on her own bench, tossing bread crumbs to the pigeons while watching the kids. She squints at Yuji, tilts her head, and asks, “Which one is yours?”

You point at him just as he wobbles up, trying his best to walk. Inevitably, he topples onto his bottom, laughing so hard he snorts a little.

“Awww, what a cute toddler!” she gushes.

“Thank you,” you say, smiling.

“How old is he?” she asks.

“Just turned 14 months,” you reply, still smiling.

The old lady freezes. Her eyes widen as if you’ve just told her such shocking news.

Before you can recover, a mom sitting nearby pipes up, shocked, “No way! He’s just 14 months?”

You laugh, shrugging. “Yep. Just turned 14”

“How is he that big?” another mom asks incredulously. “What do you feed him?”

You chuckle again, looking at Yuji who is busy looking at his soft tummy and shoes all of the sudden. “It’s just genetics.”

Then, another mom joins in, holding her four year old daughter on her lap. “My daughter is four, and she’s the same height as him!” she says, wide eyed. You glance over and oh wow—her preschooler is practically eye level with Yuji. You even notice Yuji might be a little heavier than her daughter.

Before you can respond, the first mom leans closer, worried but mostly judging. “Maybe you should check him. A doctor should see him. He’s… too big. It’s unhealthy!”

You try to laugh it off, but the mothers continue their discussion, judging and debating like a panel of baby nutrition experts. Some genuinely look concerned, others are just shocked that a 14 month old could be so robust. You internally roll your eyes. Yuji is simply a hungry little guy, thriving on nine bottles of milk a day plus meals and snacks.

Just as the conversation reaches peak chaos, a deep, confident voice cuts through the park chatter.

“My boy.”

You turn, and there he is: Sukuna, your 7 foot tall, muscular, tan-skinned husband, walking towards you in the park with hands casually in his pockets. The park seems to shrink around him.

Yuji, seeing his dad, clumsily runs into Sukuna’s arms, giggling uncontrollably. Sukuna scoops him up effortlessly with one arm, like he’s holding a feather.

And suddenly… Yuji looks like exactly what he is: your normal 14 month old baby. No one dares argue. The mothers turn away, sheepish, their earlier shock melting into embarrassed silence. You can’t help but laugh at their cold, jealous faces.

Sukuna walks up, gently handing Yuji to you, and says, “Let’s go home, ma.”

“Not yet,” you say, sitting back on the bench and motioning for Yuji to play a little longer.

The old lady watches him, nodding knowingly now. “Ah, now it makes sense,” she says with a laugh.

Sukuna glances at her, eyebrow raised in confusion, but Yuji is already back in the sandpit, kicking up sand and squealing with joy. Sukuna joins his son's little game.

You watch them, heart full, as Yuji tries to stack a bucket of sand and promptly knocks it over, sand flying everywhere. Sukuna’s laughter rumbles like distant thunder, squeezing Yuji’s fat cheeks one more time.

zuko x fem!reader ( fluff )

feat. baby izumi

( wc: 720, family time in the royal garden, girl dad zuko, the most adorable baby izumi, very fluffy )

"I hope I'm not this embarrassing with Suki," he grumbles, pointedly ignoring the condescending chirp that Momo gives him.

Aang's practically flying to the second floor and barrelling into your shared room, eyes frantically settling on the curled up lump in the middle of the bed. Then, without warning, he's landing on top of it and causing you to wake up with a loud screech.

"What the fuck!?" You yell, shocked and a little furious, but you barely have time to react before Aang's grabbing your face to plant a solid kiss on your frowning lips. It's embarrassing how quickly your anger fades and how you melt into Aang's soft lips like butter on toast. You hum when he licks at your bottom lip, moan when he licks into your mouth and are soon clutching at his cloak to draw him in further.

"Can't," Aang says breathless, managing to pull away by just a bit. "Gotta leave and I couldn't—" You're kissing him again, drawing a deep groan from his stomach as he resists sinking back into bed with you. "Sokka's waiting—"

"He can wait a little longer," you murmur against Aang's seeking lips. "Stay with me for five more minutes."

A teasing nip to his bottom lip and sure hands slipping under his shirt has Aang's mind glitching before he can properly think.

The question catches you off guard, its suddenness sinking into you like fishing hooks. You pause in your gardening, dirt between your fingers from patting soil around a baby lemon tree. Words don't leave you instantly; instead, they journey through your mind in hopes to forming into a proper sentence. But that fails you when all you can push out is:

"What?"

Aang's flush is easy to see in the day's dimming light as the sun begins its fall into the horizon. It's an attractive pink that melds well with the tan of his skin and the darting eyes and sheepish hand rubbing at the back of his neck makes him look so...boyish. Like he isn't the man who saved humanity over a decade ago and continues to shape the world into something better.

He doesn't look like the Avatar.

He just looks like a man bundled with nerves and the sight is enough to melt your heart.

"Marriage," Aang says slowly, his nerves heartachingly obvious. "Um, what do you think about it? Is...is it something you'd ever consider...doing?"

You look up at him, expression momentarily blank before it shifts into something more contemplative.

Marriage has never been a big factor for you and that could be due to the life you've led since aged thirteen. You were too busy helping the Avatar stop the Fire Nation to ever consider life after winning the war. You never truly gave it any thought and when the war was won, so many opportunities came bursting forth. Normal living had to be relearned due to such a big threat being eliminated and normal living wasn't something you were used to.

None of you in the team really knew what that meant.

So you spent the next few years figuring out what that meant for you. In that time, your feelings for Aang grew and flourished when he stammered through his confession one hot summer's eve. That itself brought forth even more possibilities and within that moment, you realised that you wouldn't mind spending the rest of your life with Aang.

In fact, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

Which potentially meant marriage.

And now here stands Aang who looks like he might melt into the ground. Who looks terrified that he may have crossed a boundary he didn't know about. Who looks like he's about to apologise before disappearing with Appa for the next two days.

Aang who cradles you to sleep every night, humming softly in your ear. Aang who wakes up early to make you your favourite breakfast without fail. Aang who always holds your hand whenever you're out together, his grip firm and loving. Aang who finds the silliest reasons to kiss you even though he doesn't need a reason as your lips are his to kiss whenever.

Aang who is yours and you are his and yes, you want to spend the rest of your life with him always.

"I don't know." You decide to tease, eyes shining. "Is this your way of proposing?"

Aang immediately shakes his head, his own eyes wide. "Absolutely not! I actually have it all planned out in my head and Katara's helping me—"

"Aang." You say his name so fondly that it stops him in his rambling. "Don't spoil my proposal for me, please."

aang coming home after a long day and just throwing himself on top of you like a weighted blanket. you grunt at the heaviness of all he is, arms and legs flailing and resembling a starfish before your limbs wrap around him, sticking like pentapus tentacles before he lets you flip him. you both let out a pleased sigh, nuzzling into his chest as he cranes his neck to kiss your forehead.

"are we still going to sokka's party?" he yawns, already getting comfortable like he has no plans to move despite still asking.

"If he comes over, I'll tell him you ate rotten veggies and you just hide in the bathroom and yak like your life depends on it."

he holds his hand up for a high-five and you weakly reciprocate.

"i thought you didn't want outside clothes on the bed."

"just this once." you decide, already ready to drift off.

"nope." he denies. "you're gonna wake up later and make it my problem." he grabs the folded fleece blanket, throwing it over you before his arms tighten their hold on you. then with all the strength he can muster, he rolls you both off the bed, generating a pocket of air to cushion the fall as you land on the patterned rug. another gust of wind and three pillows float off the bed, two for you and one for him.

"just for a few hours." you grumble as sternly as possible as he gets you both settled.

"sure, of course."

you both slept there until four in the morning before stripping, climbing back on the bed and going back to sleep until seven, forty-five minutes before the ribbon cutting ceremony.

if anyone makes too loud a sound, aang will eye them with enough disappointment to bring forth shame. the whole council has learned to speak at low volumes and whispers whenever the avatar appears with his baby cradled in his arms.

most of the council members gather that he brings his baby in to give you a break and some time alone at home. but that isn't the case at all.

From the moment you told Aang you were carrying his baby; he had this permanent smile on his lips—and almost always looked like he could cry from happiness as the little bump grew.

He remembered the exact moment you told him & how quickly he pressed his warm palms over your lower stomach and promised to always take care of you both.

He felt like he was falling in love with you over and over again every day.

Never before had he known how much joy being an expectant father would bring him, but every little milestone in your pregnacy had his heart swell.

The day you started showing, Aang was constantly showing everyone how beautiful & glowing you looked & gently cupping the little bump at every chance.

Everyone around could feel how excited he was to be a dad.

"Honey, she looks so pretty in there." Aang cooed, grazing his lips against your temple as he danced his fingers along the curve of your stomach. "So, so, so, so pretty."

He was currently snuggling into you in a way that made you feel like he'd merge your bodies into one if given the chance.

"Aang... baby, I love you, but you genuinely cannot see her yet." You huffed, pressing a hand firmly to the firm muscle of his abs, & pressed your nose against his shoulder, inhaling slowly. "She's kicking, that's not really pretty."

"I can't wait to meet her." He sighed, hand pausing at the little kicks. Aang quickly pressed another soft kiss to your temple. "You know, if she looks anything like you, she'll be the prettiest baby in the whole world."

His eyes softened as he looked over you, lazily wrapped around him & using him as a heated pregnancy pillow.

God, you looked so pretty like that.

Aang swept down to press a soft kiss to your lips, humming in contentment before he slowly pulled back.

"She'll be just as pretty if she looks like you, idiot." You sighed dreamily, cupping his cheek & dragging him back for another kiss. "More likely to happen since you've got those avatar genes."

"I'm hoping for a baby that looks like you, though, a little mini princess? I'll be in heaven, my love." Aang whispered, sweeping his arm over your side slowly.

"I think it'd be nice to have a little airbender running around." You hummed, leaning into the warmth, kissing his shoulder quickly.

"Aww, baby!" He cooed, smiling down at you. "Yeah? You'd want a mini airbender? I'd like that too—but whatever she bends, I'll be ecstatic and so, so, so proud, I'll help her master it."

Aang shook with a short laugh before shaking his head softly. "So proud."

"Fuck." You whined, leaning over his chest to press quick kisses around his cheeks. "You're too mushy sometimes, baby."

"Ack!" He squeaked, grasping your hips to hold you steady before his face melted. "Says you."

"You are." You groaned, pressing your forehead to his. "You're a mushy little mess. Just admit it."

He paused, rolling his eyes before nodding. "Okay, yeah. Yes, when it comes to you, I'm the mushiest mess on the planet who can't wait to meet our baby. Yeah."

“sokka cycle!”

the moment he distracts everyone with his over the top appearance on one of the roofs, literally flying above to save the night with his contraption, you immediately follow after his lead — swiftly like a hunter on the ground.

you execute a series of complex chi blocking to the lined up unsuspecting individuals you ran towards, quickly immobilizing them, as sokka then drops down several water filled balloons to the remaining men surrounding katara, zuko, and toph.

“you feel non-benders now? that's my girlfriend, suckers!”

he shouts proudly in the sky while you make quick work of disarming the people your friends have taken down from their own elemental bending the moment they had a chance to do so again.

“your wife, sokka!” you correct him with an exasperated but fond look, reminding him of the fact the two of you had officially tied the knot just a few days ago.

“my wife! even better!” he grins as he slams one of his wheels to the face of one dude you don't even have the time to be sorry for.

you rolled your eyes (affectionately) at the way sokka laughed unbridled when he sees how successful his plan was with thwarting the newly turned air benders.

if there was one thing that never changed about him, it was his innate ability to be silly and scarily dependable at the same time amidst an ongoing battle.

“you just got denied!”

and let's not forget the puns. ____________________________________________________

He is incredibly affectionate and playful husband. He often surprises you with glider rides at sunset, picnics on the mountains, and using airbending to playfully lift you off your feet when he comes home.

His love language is physical touch ,he’ll nuzzle into your neck after a long day, hold your hand while taking a walk, or meditate with you in his lap.

He never lets a day pass without reminding you how grateful he is that you chose him, the boy who once thought he’d be alone in the world.

Aang is also very supportive of your independence. He encourages your passions, whether you’re a bender, a scholar, an artist. If you have no bending, he’ll train with you until you can at least keep up in a spar. He’s the type to brag about you endlessly to his friends.

He hates fighting with you and will try to ease it up with humor or a quick flight away to clear his head. Over time he learns to stay and talk things through. He apologizes with homemade fruit pies and lots of cuddles.

Fatherhood would be his joy. (Don’t fight me on this) He’s the fun dad who teaches kids different bending tricks, tells bedtime stories about the old Air Nomads, and takes the whole family on nomadic adventures. He’s patient and emotionally available, always ready to help his children through their fears.

Even decades into marriage, he looks at you like you’re the most wonderful thing in the world, often saying, “In all my lives, i’ve never loved anyone like i love you.”

Sokka is the fun husband who makes marriage feel like the greatest adventure. You know him since always ,grew up with him, and he grew into a great warrior and strategist ,but at home he’s still the same guy who loves meat, boomerang practice, and making his wife laugh until she cries.

He is very attentive. Sokka brags about you constantly to everyone ,he’s like: “That’s my wife! She’s smarter than me, tougher than me, and way better looking.”

He’s veryy affectionate ,bear hugs, spinning you around, surprise kisses. His love language includes acts of service, he’ll invent gadgets specifically to make your life easier and quality time ,fishing trips, stargazing while he points at the stars he named after you.

Sokka is the husband who makes you feel safe and cherished. He’s protective without being overbearing.

Marriage with Sokka involves a lot of laughter. He has a never-ending supply of dad jokes and will tease you affectionately. He knows when to drop the humor and be serious though,holding you through grief, fear, or stress.

Sokka cooks (surprisingly well) helps with chores, He loves hosting friends and family.

As a father, Sokka is a delight. He’s the fun dad who teaches kids boomerang tricks, takes them on camping trips (that always include you), and invents ridiculous toys. He wants his children to be clever, kind, and strong like their mother. He’ll cry without shame at their milestones.

Life with him is never boring, whether you’re helping him rebuild his tribe, exploring the world, or settling into a leadership role, Sokka makes every chapter exciting.

Zuko is protective, and quietly romantic husband. He is the definition of “actions speak louder than words.” Zuko isn’t naturally poetic, but he shows love through his loyalty and thoughtfulness.

He remembers tiny details about you, your favorite tea, the specific flower that reminds you of home,your favorite books. He’ll leave small gifts on your pillow before he leaves for long council meetings.

As Fire Lord’s consort, you become a powerful political partner. Zuko trusts your counsel completely and often seeks your opinion before making decisions.

He’s very protective, if anyone disrespects you, he will not spare them. Yet he also learns to let you fight your own battles, respecting your strength while standing ready as backup.

His scar and past make him empathetic to your insecurities,he’ll trace your features gently at night and whisper how beautiful you are, how worthy you are.

Zuko is a workaholic, which can strain the marriage at times. He stays up late reading reports, but you become his reason to come to bed. He melts under your touch, cuddling is one of his favorite things once he feels safe enough to be vulnerable. He sleeps best with his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

He is the type of husband who says, “I don’t deserve you, but i will spend every day trying to.”

As a father, Zuko is extremely protective and a bit anxious. He worries about his children facing the same pressures and prejudices he did. He teaches them firebending with patience .He’s the dad who attends every important event, who stays up all night when a child is sick, and who gives the slightly awkward but great advice.

ᦸ he might be an idiot, but an attractive, sweet idiot ⸝⸝ sexual themes mentioned ⸝⸝ not proofread.

boyfriend!sokka is a funny man, okay? We're aware? He's constantly trying to keep a smile on your lips from his shenanigans—and is beyond proud of himself whenever he's got you laughing hard enough to wheeze.

He loves the sound of your laugh, startling you in bed with kisses just to hear one giggle; it's always so cute whenever the noise slows & you're left smiling at each other like idiots.

boyfriend!sokka is far more affectionate than most would assume; he likes resting his head on your chest, your fingers tangled in his hair—sprawled out in bed, lying on the ground, or ducking into you during a hug—he lives for the feeling of your heartbeat in his ear.

The feeling of your fingers threading through the strands, or your lips brushing the scalp while teasing him for being so touchy, while still touching him, is always so intimate.

boyfriend!sokka has woken you up—more than once, unfortunately—to tell you an idea for a new weapon he could use as a non-bender, wanting to get your opinions first on how practical you'd think it'd be for him to have before sinking time and effort into it.

He loves bringing home his finished inventions to show you first & show you how he plans to use them and the main purpose each one has.

boyfriend!sokka uses his biceps for good—picking you up & carrying you around the apartment—though that's only as a joke to prove his strength whenever you try to tease him.

Though sometimes he will pick you up whenever he gets home & carry you straight to your bed, with his arm curled tightly around you to ensure you don't slip, complaining just how much he's missed you.

boyfriend!sokka yaps frequently. He'll yap half-asleep, drowsily mumbling into your shoulder, while getting ready, showering together, during aftercare, and he'll even talk your ear off during sex.

If he has the opportunity to talk to his pretty girl, he's going to take it, even if it's in an odd situation or just to tell you something stupid. The audible excitement always fills you with a sweet warmth.

boyfriend!sokka loves it when you scratch the buzzed sections of his scalp; he'll close his eyes & lean into your touch while pulling you close. It's always so visible to his friends how lovesick he is for you.

He doesn't care how it looks to others, with him being so receptive to your affections. You toy with his hair; he toys with yours. You kiss him on the cheek, he kisses you on the cheek, and he lives for the chance to show his friends how affectionate he is with you.

boyfriend!sokka is a passionate boyfriend and proud. He does not play around; he always thinks it's so stupid when he sees a boyfriend pretending not to be in love with their girlfriend.