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﹐﹢﹕☁️﹒marriage advice ─── how avatar aang and master katara keep their marriage alive after years of being together.

aang rarely gave his wife attitude or trouble. rarely in the sense that he never had before. the only time that it were to happen is if he had just came back from a long week of traveling or a particular rough meeting with the firelord and his people. the avatar and his wife had been married for ten years at this point. they had three kids together as well.

bumi was eight, kya was three and tenzin was only ten months. aang loved being married, loved his children. he was just stressed today, everything was out of wack in the fire nation. zuko had told him that there were still, after all these years, citizens loyal to his father. aang offered to speak to these loyalists and it was fine until those loyalists attacked him and the firelord.

aang made his way home to air temple island on his glider. appa was getting grumpy in his old age so aang only took appa if it was the whole family, which was rare these days. if it was just aang, he was fine with just his glider. he was greeted by his daughter throwing himself at his legs and he tried to pry her off so he could have her in his arms but she planted herself on his foot and wouldn’t move. so aang was forced to walk with a three year old attached to his leg.

“kya, please let go of your father. he’s exhausted after his long trip to see uncle zuko, i’m sure.” katara scolded her only daughter from where she was feeding tenzin, or at least trying to. usually he latched pretty quickly but now he would just move his face everywhere but katara’s breast. aang could tell that katara had been at this for a minute or two.

kya finally got off of her father’s leg and ran over to her big brother, tugging at him to set her on the kitchen counter, which he did or else, he would have to listen to her cry. katara smiled at her husband but aang was just too exhausted. he barely picked his hand up to wave at his wife, he saw the way katara’s brows knit together.

“sweetie?” katara called out as aang set his glider aside. as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t follow her husband since she had a baby attached to her breast. so she had to wait, instead. she just hated waiting.

“just give me a minute, katara, spirits.” kya and bumi exchanged looks but didn’t sat anything. katara knit her brows together and huffed. what in the world was his problem today? she shifted tenzin so he was right against her breast and finally, he latched. after minutes, she finally got him to eat. he was being very stubborn today, like his father.

that night, after dinner, aang was still giving katara attitude. he never gave her attitude. whenever bumi got upset or annoyed at katara, aang would tell him to “not speak to my wife like that.” katara, at this point, was panicking. this was because if aang had a problem, he would have came to her already. he hadn’t. so katara did what she did best.

after putting the kids to sleep, she stood outside of their house with her hands up to her face like binoculars. aang placed his hands behind his back and settled in next to his wife. “what are you doing, sweetie?”

꒰ . 🪽 。wife!reader loves clark’s glasses ◟ `` ˖ ─── clark loves teasing you about your very obvious weakness for his glasses.

you were like 95% sure you noticed that you had a thing for your husband in glasses when you brought his lunch to him at the daily planet last week. martha had insisted that “well, daddy needs to eat! he’s gonna be hungry, mama!” so you packed a small bagged lunch and that’s how you found yourself at your husband’s job at 11:00 on a tuesday.

you entered the bullpen with martha glued to your hip. you looked for lois first since she and your husband were desk partners. martha saw him before you did. she separated herself from you and ran over to her father. “daddy! daddy!” clark was sorting through files, his back turned to you and your daughter. he turned at the sound of martha’s voice. his face broke out into a huge grin. martha launched herself at her dad, not wanting to let him go. you followed behind her with clark’s lunch in your hand. he fixed his glasses that were a bit askew and you could swear your heart stopped.

he looked so handsome. it’s not like you had never seen him in glasses before. but he seemed different today. a good different. he smiled at you, pulling you in by your hip. martha tugged on your skirt and pouted up at you both. your husband picked her up, placing martha on his hip. “martha wanted to bring you lunch.” you explained, placing the bag on his desk. clark nodded and then hiked martha up higher on his hip since she was slipping. you could tell that today was a slow day at the planet. usually, anytime you visited, clark barely had a moment to breathe. he was always running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

clark placed martha back on her feet. he gave you a quick kiss to your lips and gave martha a kiss to her cheeks and let you both leave. you would see him later tonight at the farmhouse. martha, on the other hand, did not want to leave her father. you tried to coax her away from him but she just would not budge. clark knelt to martha’s level and gave her a hug. “you have to go help mama at home. i’ll see you tonight, okay, baby?”

“okay, daddy!” martha smiled and attached herself back to your hip. you picked her up and kissed her cheek. he gave you another quick kiss and then released you. you were practically in heaven whenever he kissed you. it got worse over the next few days. you actually had to live the room to collect yourself a few times. one night, after putting martha to bed, clark was reading. you were cleaning up after dinner. you glanced over to see him deliberately adjust his glasses, basically staring into your soul.

“stop that.” you said, throwing the rag in the sink behind you and crossing your arms. your husband had to nerve to laugh! “i’m not doing anything. i’m just reading.” you had enough. you marched over and pulled him into a kiss. clark didn’t even think twice before he was pulling you down to his lap, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. clark was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours.

“want to take this to bed?” you asked, already unbuttoning his shirt. you pushed his hair back, getting that same stubborn curl out of his face. he didn’t even say anything, he just picked you up with your legs still around his waist and went to bed. you were so in love with clark joseph kent, if would be embarrassing if you weren’t married to the guy.

the next morning? you were so sure you had died and went to heaven. you woke up to kisses to your neck and behind your ear. clark was pressed against your bare back. you 100% were not getting out of bed unless it was absolutely necessary. then you remember you had a six year old down the hall. you sat up and scanned the floor for your clothes from last night. you were about to get out of bed completely until clark pulled you back down. “martha’s dead asleep. she won’t wake up for at least another 3 hours.” you felt a tug at your lips. the next think you knew, clark was all over you. you really loved mornings like this. just you and him. he didn’t have work and the world hadn’t called for superman just yet.