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laurfilijames · 2 years

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All To Himself

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 2,334

Warnings: rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Anders’ birthday plans for you get spoiled when you end up sick on your big day, but he finds a way to make it even more perfect than imagined.

A/N: wishing my dear @blairsanne the happiest of days, despite being sick. You deserve all the good in this world, and I hope you’ve managed to find the best in your special day even with a rotten cold 💗💗love you heaps!!

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Dinner reservation; check.

Flowers ordered; check.

Gift; check.

Anders ticked all the boxes on his mental list of the things he needed to prepare for your birthday celebrations tonight; keen on making it the best one you'd ever had, an excited smile already tugging at the corner of his lips that pulled out his dimples.

It was all a surprise, and knowing how you always seemed to figure things out whenever anybody tried, he was hell-bent on making it a success. Now that he had everything organized, and had even recruited Ty and sent him on his way to deliver the flowers to your office, he sat back in his chair and began to focus on work, knowing Dawn would be nagging him if he didn't accomplish a single bit of work in addition to sneaking out early- which come to think of it, had neglected to tell her.

"Oh, Dawn?" he called out across the room.

"Yes, Anders?" she asked, not looking up from her computer with a hint of annoyance laced in her voice.

"I may or may not be leaving early today."

She looked up, her expression letting him know she definitely was annoyed and questioned him in that same tone she'd done so many times before. "Which one is it then?"

"Which one is what?" Anders scrunched his face, confused at what she meant, his mind already gone to being with you later.

"Are you leaving early or not?"

"Yessss…" He drew out his response, lingering on the 's' in hesitation as he watched her reaction, his lips pursed. Her eyes rolled and her bob swayed with the shake of her head, but she remained silent. Relieved it wasn't as terrifying as he expected it to be, he opened his laptop and made another attempt at starting his work. "Thanks Dawnsie, you're the best!"

"Well, even if I said 'no', it wouldn't matter would it?"

He chuckled, chewing on the end of his pen. "No."

She smiled at him, her head tipping to the side in that sweet way she did when she was genuinely happy about something. "Plus, it helps to know that your playing hooky is all being done in the name of love."

"Yeah, yeah. Back to work," he pretend-scowled, choosing to ignore her little remark even though it left him smiling to himself behind his screen.

His cell phone rang a short while later, your name coming across the screen making him quickly drop the call with a client he was on the work phone with to answer you instead.

"And how is my birthday girl?" he purred, leaning back comfortably in his chair.

"Sick." Hearing your voice come across congested followed by a small sniffle made him sit forward again; worry instantly filling his gut.

"Shit, really? Are you okay? What do you need?"

"I don't know," you whined. "Sleep? A cuddle? I just want this day to be over." He could hear your distress through the phone, and his heart sank, knowing you were trapped at work and would be overworking yourself right until the day was done, and that there was no way he'd be taking you out tonight.

"I'm so sorry. This truly isn't fair," he sighed, pinching the skin between his eyes with his forefinger and thumb.

"Ah, it's just as well," you said dismissively, like your special day suddenly meant nothing important.

"Is there anything I can do?" Anders asked, his heart sinking further into his stomach by the second.

"Nah, I'll be fine, thanks. I suppose I shouldn't be seeing you later then, I don't want you to get sick too." Your voice sounded so defeated and deflated, and he hated the thought of you being alone on your birthday, having been excited to celebrate in some way despite you saying the opposite now.

"I'll be fine, I want to see you. Just… call me later when you're home, alright?"

"I will."

He waited for you to hang up first, certain that you wouldn't call him later, and already he was trying to think of ways to rectify his plans and manage to give you a happy birthday anyway.

Anders stood in your bedroom, his jacket and dress shirt removed and placed on the end of your bed, turning his wrist to check that there was only another thirty minutes left before you were set to arrive home. He shimmied out of his dress pants and reached for the bag he had brought, grabbing his track pants and a t-shirt out of it and actually feeling slightly relieved he no longer had a reason to be stuck in his stuffy suit for the rest of the day.

As he walked through your apartment, he double checked that everything was as he wanted it after changing plans, lighting candles as he went. He managed to get Ty to deliver the flowers to JPR instead with only a small argument from his brother who shouted at Anders that he had already made it to your office and was about to walk in through the door; thinking it would be better to give them to you privately now, aware your coworkers would make a big fuss and pester you when you were barely managing to survive the day as it was. But that was easy compared to what he had to do to get dinner here; having to use Bragi to convince the chef to make your favourite dish to go despite the restaurant not offering take-away of any kind. It smelled perfect, staying warm in your oven, almost as good as the single cupcake that sat on a plate on your countertop; the rich chocolate frosting making his mouth water as he pressed a candle down through its center.

Your door opened and he listened to you kick off your shoes and shuffle through to the kitchen, your face lighting up in surprise as your eyes landed on him.

"Happy Birthday, gorgeous," he said softly, stepping toward you to take your bag off your arm and set it on the floor beside you before taking you in his arms, feeling your whole body relax into his hug.

"Anders-"

"Ah, before you start: I wanted to, and yes you deserve it." He smiled and you couldn't help but join him, suddenly feeling the best you had all day.

"You're the best," you sighed, going in for another hug, smiling into his shoulder as you felt his hands run up and down your back.

"I know," he chuckled, making his belly press out against you as he held you even closer. "Now, go get something comfy on and come join me for dinner."

"You brought dinner?" you asked, turning to go toward your bedroom.

"Yes, from your favourite spot to boot!"

You poked your head around the door frame in shock, knowing that the restaurant didn't offer take-out. "How?!"

Anders gave you a pointed look, his eyebrows raising high on his forehead, one hand lifting to gesture what should have been obvious.

"Oh, of course. Many thanks to Bragi, then!"

You came out minutes later, dressed in your softest lounge pants and a tank top, partly wishing you were well enough to be dolled up and out on the town, but the way Anders looked at you now like he would devour you on the spot had a warm flush rising up your chest.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low and sultry, making your head feel dizzier from that more than your cold.

"So much better, actually. I'm really happy you're here." You walked toward him and slid your hands up his chest and around the back of his neck; his flesh thick and warm on the palms of your hands as you scratched his hair at the base of it.

"Good." His eyes were steely, and you would've been completely lost in them if he hadn't leaned in and pressed his lips against yours; softly first, and then eagerly.

Breaking your kiss, Anders pulled away from you, looking at your swollen lips as he tried to steady his breathing. "Are you hungry?"

Your tongue darted out of your mouth, savouring the taste of him as you licked your lips, the sight making his cock ache and resolve begin to fade.

"Not really…" you lied, the smell of the food making your stomach growl in protest, but right now your focus was on a different kind of hunger that demanded attention. "Are you?"

His eyes narrowed and a wicked grin stretched out his lips, making your mouth feel dry as you swallowed thickly.

"Very."

You don't know how it happened, but soon you were out of the clothes you had just put on and laying in your bed with Anders covering you with his own naked body, his ardent kisses leaving you breathless as he traveled down your neck to your chest, his lips and tongue replacing his hands on your breasts to make your nipples harden even more. Your back arched off the bed, pleasure taking control as his nimble fingers dragged up and down through your slit, and you watched his cock twitch in anticipation before your eyes fell shut as he dove them inside your core. He fingered you until even he couldn't take it anymore, shifting to line his weeping tip to your entrance and press inside your tight walls, his moan of satisfaction quieted by yours. His hips rolled against you slowly, but in deep, coaxing motions, reaching the sweetest parts of you with each plunge in, the hairs above his cock rubbing expertly on your clit. He smiled into the hollow of your neck as your nails dug into his shoulders and back, your legs lifting higher on his hips to allow him to fuck you deeper while spreading them apart further; your body giving clear instruction to what you wanted as your mind was lost in ecstasy. He smoothed his hand up the back of your thigh, giving reassuring squeezes as he picked up his pace, feeling his own demise creeping in quickly.

"Good girl," he panted in your ear, his voice rough as he succumbed to his lust, aware of the effect those two words would have on landing home your climax. The bed shook and banged lightly against the wall in time with his thrusts, his pace and efforts reddening his skin and forming a layer of sweat that helped him glide against you even more.

"Anders!" you cried, signaling your descent into euphoria, and with that he hammered into you, pounding the spot that made you sing his name in repetition and clench his already leaking cock tightly. You shook beneath him as your orgasm tumbled through you; the feel of his hot spend wetting you more as it spilled from you as he continued to pump in and out, extending your climax to a point it felt like it would never end. Your chest heaved but before you could try to catch your breath, Anders captured your parted lips in a forceful kiss, his tongue trying to claim you as if his body hadn't already. Slipping from you with a low growl, Anders shifted to lay beside you, his arm resting heavily on the pillow above his head as he fought for air.

"Are you alright?" he asked, peering over at you with a serious expression; hoping he didn't provoke anything that ailed you.

"That was just what I needed," you hummed, taking his hand that rested between your sated bodies with yours and intertwining your fingers.

"Hmm, and what else do you need?" he asked through a smile, pleased with himself that he had satisfied you so well.

"That delicious meal that's in the oven."

A hum of pride passed through his lips as he sat up and turned onto his side, pressing a haste kiss to your lips before springing out of bed. "That I can do!"

He pulled his pants on without any boxers underneath, and shirtless, he trudged through to your kitchen. The sound of plates and cutlery being set out echoed through as you redressed yourself, and it wasn't until you joined him in the kitchen that you noticed the beautiful bouquet of flowers and the cupcake sitting in wait on the counter.

"You really outdid yourself, Mr. Johnson," you drawled in your sick voice, leaning in to smell the fragrant blooms that graced you even with your cold.

"I had something else planned," he started to explain, walking toward you. "But if you ask me, I prefer this better." His hands found your cheeks and cupped them as he pressed a slow kiss to your lips, making you melt to his touch once more and for what you had a feeling wouldn't be the last time either.

It was hard to believe it could be possible, but somehow your favourite meal tasted even better in your own home, eaten from your own inexpensive plates, across from a shirtless Anders who seemed to be enjoying this far more than he would have at the restaurant.

After it was cleaned up, you laid on the couch together watching one of your most cherished films that you'd seen a million times, the remnants of the shared cupcake on the coffee table in front of you.

Your fingers languidly stroked the fuzzy hairs on Anders' arms while a sleepy and completely content feeling washed over you, making the symptoms of your pesky cold diminish to almost nothing.

As Anders held you close to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of your breaths against him through your back and inhaling the perfect scent of you as his face rested on the top of your head, he couldn't think of a time he felt happier to have had his plans foiled. He smiled again - so many times now today he wouldn't be able to count - elated to be at home with you; the birthday girl all to himself.

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artbymavy · 4 years

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May I request: sokka doesn’t know how to flirt with boys (“hey jerks, can I watch your jerk bending?”) and annoying zuko until the two get their shit together?

Considering it’s literally canon that Sokka sucks at flirting, this seems pretty likely to me honestly. Sorry for the long wait on this, but I hope you enjoy!

Sokka liked to imagine that years from now, long after the exploits of the avatar and his friends had passed into legend, that people would speak equally highly of this night. The building of Republic City’s air temple had finished just a few days before, and that in itself was a historic accomplishment. But tonight, they were to commemorate their success with what Sokka hoped would be an even more historic party. Officially, it was a ball to be attended by only the highest members of the courts of the four nations. But to Sokka’s knowledge, and only marginally more unofficially, the citizens of the young city were sure to be having celebrations of their own that would surely continue into the night and possibly into the following day. Or two. And he hoped that, just this once, they could all be remembered as the reason people had something to celebrate that didn’t involve any bloodshed beforehand.

Sokka also knew that they were getting a much better deal. By now he had learned these while events were always incredibly glamourous, and to be included on their guest lists was considered a great honour, they happened to have the fatal flaw of being incredibly stuffy and boring. Especially these days. As he and his friends got older, it seemed to be becoming increasingly difficult to gather them all in a room together at the same time. He doubted tonight would be any different.

He had arrived with Katara and Aang, both of whom were ecstatic over the completion of the temple. Sokka knew how important this night was to Aang, and took no offence when in just a few minutes he had lost sight of the pair when Aang’s excitement had proved too much to keep them by his side. Since then he had mingled with the crowd, exchanging niceties with the near-strangers, the stiff fabric of his clothes growing increasingly irritating when his high collar chaffed against his neck as his head was forced on a constant swivel to catch the various directions he was being called from. He was about to excuse himself and slip outside when he caught sight of two familiar face. Sighing with relief, he excused himself from his present company and made his way over to them.

“Toph! Suki!” He called.

Hearing Sokka’s familiar voice, Suki turned quickly, raising her hand in greeting. Though her response was lost in the noise of the crowd, Sokka knew she was just as pleased to see him as he had been to see her.

Sokka pushed his way between the masses of people with gentle insistence, eager to see his friends. When he finally reached them, he was welcomed with a firm punch to the shoulder, which for once he actually appreciated.

“Took you long enough Snoozles.” Toph grinned broadly at him, clearly pleased with herself.

“Sorry, it’s so packed in here I can barely even move!” Sokka lamented.

“You’re telling me! People keep stepping on my feet!”

Sokka laughed at that, noticing for the fist time that, while someone had managed to force Toph into an elegant dress worthy of the occasion, they hadn’t been able to convince her to put on shoes, though he was sure they had tried. Evidently, no one would be making a lady out of Toph any time soon. “Well you can take a girl out of the mud…”

Suki giggled, and Sokka turned to look at her. Dressed in fine gold and green silks, a few stray hairs falling from her elegant up-do to kiss her ivory-painted cheekbones and frame her stunning face, she stood out even amongst the crowd of similarly coloured earth kingdom citizens.

“Now you on the other hand, Suki,” Sokka sighed, exaggerating his infatuation only slightly, “you look radiant as always.” Though he and Suki were no longer together, he couldn’t deny there was no chance he would meet a more beautiful girl tonight than her.

“Thanks, Sokka. You clean up rather nice yourself.”

Sokka could feel his cheeks heat at her compliment, and found himself almost grateful when Toph interrupted before he could respond and make an ass of himself.

“Have you seen any of the others, Sokka? It’s hard to tell what’s going on in here with some many people stomping around. Some air temple this is.” She snorted at her own joke, and Suki rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I came in with Aang and Katara, but I have no idea where they’ve gotten too. I’m just happy I found you two.”

To say he was happy was really quite an understatement – Sokka couldn’t even remember the last time he had the pleasure of the company of so many of his friends. Only one person remained still unaccounted for.

“What about Zuko? Wasn’t he supposed to be here tonight too?” Toph asked, as if reading his mind.

Sokka felt his mood turn sour, remembering how unpleasant his last few interactions with Zuko had become. And how they had been avoiding each other recently. Or he had, at least.

“How should I know? It’s not like he talks to me any more than you guys.”

“Oh, is that right?” Toph drawled. “Because I seem to remember you two being practically attached at the hip the last time we were together.”

“Yeah well that was a while ago.” Sokka snapped. “Look, if you’re so eager to see him, why don’t you go look for him yourself.”

Toph only shrugged in response, not particularly interested in whatever petty conflict her overly dramatic friends had cooked up in her absence.

“Okay grouchy, I guess I’ll find our friends on my own then.” She disappeared into the crowd without another word, waving goodbye to Suki as she went, but hardly caring if she had offended Sokka or not. He would get over it, of that much she could be sure.

Sokka crossed his arms over his chest defensively despite her departure, wearing an angry pout as he bowed his head to sulk. Toph wasn’t one to coddle, and she wouldn’t have thought it to be such a sore spot, but he hardly appreciated the reminder of how strained their relationship had become recently.

He was shaken out of his sullen state by Suki’s gentle touch as she looped her arm through his, leading him gently away.

“Hey. Walk with me?”

For a while they were silent, Sokka stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the reason for his sudden bad mood, and Suki politely trying to allow him the time he needed. But eventually she had had enough, breaking the silence of her own accord.

“So… are you going to talk to me about what’s going on with you, or am I going to have to guess.”

“Nothing’s going on, Suki. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Suki snorted, rolling her eyes. “Alright then, apparently I am going to have to guess. And my guess is you finally found the courage to tell Zuko how you feel, and things didn’t go very well.”

Startled by both the casual implication of her words and her calm surety in them, Sokka fell prey to his own defensive instincts. “What? What are you talking about? I don’t have feelings for Zuko, that would be…”

“Sokka, it’s okay, you don’t have to pretend on my account.”

Sokka considered her carefully. Her reassuring smile, her kind eyes, the way she seemed to radiate warmth and comfort like no one else could. Who could he confide in, if not her? Who knew him better than she did? Obviously even better than he had realized. He sighed heavily, allowing himself to feel the ache he usually tried to disguise, and decided that however difficult it might be to share his feelings, it would be worth it.

“I – I didn’t tell him anything. I tried. I thought maybe – maybe he felt the same. But every time I got close, he would just get annoyed or upset with me. Eventually, it just got to be too much, you know? So, I stopped trying.”

It wasn’t the idea that Zuko might not return his feelings that hurt. He thought, in time, he could have overcome that. Knew their friendship was too strong to really suffer for it. No, what really hurt Sokka more than anything was realizing that might hate him for his feelings – might grow tired of dealing with them. Tired of him.

“I’m sorry, Sokka.” Suki squeezed is arm warmly, offering him a sympathetic smile. “So, what did you say to him?”

“I don’t know I just – I thought he might feel the same, but I wasn’t sure, so I figured I’d, you know, try and feel out the situation a little. Be delicate. Try and find some use for my considerable… diplomatic skills, so to speak.”

Sokka knew there was a chance, however sure he wanted to be, that Zuko might not return his favour. He thought it best test the waters somewhat, before jumping straight into their depths. But Suki was regarding him somewhat suspiciously now, one brow raised, examining him intently.

“Meaning?” She asked, drawing out the word carefully, wariness evident in her voice.

“I guess I tried… flirting a little?”

Suki’s face contorted suddenly, and a peel of laughter escaped her lips before she could stifle it.

“Suki…” Sokka whined, anger and embarrassment blooming in his chest.

“Oh, Sokka I’m sorry! But, you must know, don’t you? No wonder Zuko has no idea!” She smothered her laughter as quickly as she could, whipping the tears gathering in her eyes away before they could ruin her make-up.

“What are you talking about?”

“Sokka, you’re terrible at flirting. I’m so sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but you really are just absolutely the worst at it. And well… Zuko isn’t exactly the best at deciphering those types of things at the best of times. You poor boys, you really are quite the pair.”

It smarted a little, to have it suggested that the reason for his misfortune was his own clumsiness, though it did light a little flame of hope in his chest. Still, he wasn’t quite ready to admit his ineptitude just yet.

“Well you went out with me.” Sokka muttered bitterly.

“I sure did, and believe me it had nothing to do with your… let’s say diplomatic negotiations?”

Sokka snorted indignantly. But Suki’s assurance had given him pause. Could she be right? Was Zuko’s apparent sudden distaste for his friend only caused by Sokka’s awkward and uncomfortable ramblings as she suggested? Did he really still have a chance to make his true feelings clear? He hardly dared hope that Zuko might return them, but at least all he had lost so far was his pride, and not the friendship of someone so important to him.

“Sokka, just because Zuko didn’t respond to your flirting, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings for you.” Suki said, giving voice to his thoughts.

“Maybe…”

He almost didn’t want to believe it was possible. In a way, it was easier to keep believing he had already done what he could, and what he wanted was simply out of his reach. But if what she said was true, then the only way to make his feelings known was to be truly open about them. And that was something Sokka dreaded.

“I really think you should just tell him. I promise, things will work out okay.”

“Whatever.” Sokka sighed. “I doubt I’ll get the chance anyways. It’s not like he’s…”

Before he could finish lamenting Zuko’s absence, he spotted him just below them. From their vantage point on the balcony they could see clear across the ballroom to where Zuko stood amidst a group of foreign dignitaries. Sokka could hardly believe he hadn’t noticed him before, for he was absolutely dazzling.

Though he had seen him dressed as fine as he was tonight on several occasions, somehow he looked even more striking than he remembered. His tall, elegant form was clad in rich red and gold that stood out amongst the cooler shades of those around him. The crimson of his long robes pooled like blood against his pale skin, and Sokka was suddenly aware of the intensity of his own heartbeats hammering against his ribs. Plates of brilliant gold sat atop his shoulders, extending into a high collar at his neck, leaving only the smallest sliver of his throat bare. His hair must have gotten longer since they were last together, for now Zuko wore only half pulled back from his face, secured into a sleek bun which held his delicate crown, while the rest fell loose upon his shoulders and down his back, held straight and dignified. It was abundantly clear to Sokka that, however much Zuko might prefer the comfort he found with his friends to the demands of royal engagements, he was obviously born for this.

Suki cleared her throat politely, and Sokka snapped his mouth shut quickly. He hadn’t even realized he had let it fall open. He felt his cheeks heating as he turned to try and offer explanation to his friend, but she only smiled a him knowingly, nudging him with her shoulder and coking her head in Zuko’s direction.

“Go get ‘em, handsome.”

Sokka laughed nervously, smoothing strands of hair from his face as he worried his lip between his teeth. But despite his apprehensions, he needed no more encouragement to take his leave.

He descended the small marble staircase separating them quickly, calling out in the hopes of ensuring he did not lose his friend.

“Zuko! Hey!”

Hearing Sokka’s voice, Zuko turned towards him, spotting him from across the dance floor and raising a hand in greeting, beckoning him over.

He watched Sokka as he weaved his way through the crowd with rapt attention, a warm smile on his face, his focus undivided by those he had been speaking with only moments before. Finally, Sokka reached his side, and for a moment, he was nearly at a lose for what to say.

“Zuko it’s – it’s good to see you.” Sokka stammered. Zuko hummed in agreement, a sound that would have been lost had they not been standing so close.

“You look very…” Sokka’s mind fumbled for the right words to describe just how lovely Zuko looked tonight in his fine fire nation garb – “red.”

Damn it. Maybe Suki was right after all.

“Oh – well…” Zuko’s cheeks began to colour the shade Sokka had mistakenly given as compliment.

“It is very warm in here.” He finished rather defensively.

“No, I uh – I meant to say that you look nice – very nice tonight.”

“Oh.” Zuko’s blush deepened, but his smile returned as he smoothed a hand over the shoulder of Sokka’s jacket. “Thank you. So do you.”

The admission was somewhat quiet, low enough to keep it from prying ears.

“Well then, maybe it was worth wearing these uncomfortable clothes after all.” Sokka added in a tone he must have thought was suave and charming.

“Of course it was, Sokka.” Zuko stated flatly. “As much as you dislike it, it is important to dress appropriately to such events.”

“Because you like it, Zuko. That’s what makes it worth while.”

“Ah I – oh.” Was all Zuko could stammer in response.

Okay. Suki was definitely right.

They stood together for a while without speaking, but their silence wasn’t uncomfortable. While none of Sokka’s more subtle cues had landed, he had at least managed to clarify his meanings, and Zuko hadn’t seemed to take them too poorly. He thought, perhaps, he could stand one more attempt. He had to.

“The music’s nice tonight, don’t you think? No wonder the dance floor is so crowded.” Zuko nodded, humming his agreement.

“Do you think – Do you think maybe they have room for two more?”

Zuko turned to look at Sokka, who couldn’t help but hold his breath as he was raked over by golden eyes, which after only a moment went wide as he seemed to finally understand Sokka’s meaning.

“Sokka,” he began hesitantly, “are you trying to ask me to dance?”

“Yes,” Sokka blurted quickly before he could lose his nerve, “I am.”

A soft, petal-pink returned to Zuko’s cheeks as he dipped his head slightly, a single strand of hair falling from behind his ear to shroud his face, behind which he appeared to hide rather gratefully.

“I – I’m not very good at dancing.” He murmured.

Sokka sighed heavily, shaking his head as he admitted final defeat and turned to leave. “Just forget it.”

Zuko caught his sleeve before he could get far, pulling him back towards him, his blush deepening to near-scarlet, but he held Sokka’s gaze with resolute intensity.

“But, I’d really like it if – maybe you could teach me?” The hopefulness in his voice was raw and apparent, and for the first time, Sokka let himself hope too.

A small, delicate smile spread on his face as Zuko slipped his hand into Sokka’s, and Sokka could hardly believe his own bravery as he slid an arm about his waist, pulling him just a little closer.

“Yeah, okay. I’d really like that too.” He breathed softly.

A breathy, nervous chuckle escaped him as he led Zuko out onto into the ballroom. True to his word, Zuko spent much of the night treading painfully on Sokka’s toes - but Sokka didn’t mind. He could teach him to dance, he knew it. He would keep trying, even if it took the rest of their lives.

#zukka #atla #zuko #sokka #asks #so.... sorry for taking so long with this!!! my bad but I was really busy and had a hard time thinking of a good idea #but I finally did it so I hope it was worth the wait!!#also this got a lot longer than I thought...#also yeah lots of suki in here too because I love her #she and sokka are best friends you CAN'T change my mind #writing #my writing #miranda writes #3-ducks-in-a-trenchcoat #long post

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old-read-all-about-kpop · 5 years

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Anonymous: Hey! 😘 Congratulations for your successful blog!! Could you write a reaction on how would Oneus' members confort their s/o as she is fat and she doesn't like her body? Thanks!!! 💓

A/N: Sorry for the super super duper long wait beloved. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this. Just know that I won’t be using the word “fat” in my writing just because that term seems a bit offensive to me, but I will write “plus-sized” instead. Nonetheless please enjoy this 💓💓💓💓

Ravn

You and Ravn had reservations at an upscale restaurant. It was mandatory to dress up. That meant a dress and some heels would have to be your attire for the evening. Your enemies.

You ransacked your closet, hoping to find the best dress to wear. You wanted to find one that hid your figure, or whatever you would call this body of yours.

With no dress that fit your desires, you fell onto of your bed and pouted. You fought back tears that threatened to spill over.

Ravn soon entered, pausing to observe the situation before him. “Alright,” he started. “What’s wrong with my baby?” His tone of voice revealed that he already knew the answer.

“I’m fat!” You cried, pouting deeper.

“No,” Ravn countered, trying not to laugh. “You’re plus-sized. Thick, if you may. But, most importantly, you're gorgeous. Breathtaking. Ethereal. A goddess. You're meant to be a model. The modern-day Mona Lisa! The pinnacle of beauty! You're meant to be in-"

"Okay! I get it!" You tried to hide a smile. "I'm beautiful."

Ravn trapped you in his arms and kissed you sweetly on your cheek. A bright smile was present on his face. "And don't you forget it. Now get glammed up, we have an evening to spend together.”

Seoho

Kiss. “And I love your tummy.” Kiss. “And I love your thighs, my favorite pillows.” Kiss. “And I love your small feet.”

You giggled from each innocent kiss to your body, squirming away from your boyfriend’s tireless affections.

As much as you tried to hide your insecurities from Seoho, you slipped majorly when you frowned on your body. You started saying every belittling statement toward it as you gazed at your reflection in hatred.

Seoho came home early and witnessed the entire thing. His heart broke bit by bit as he heard the hateful words you conveyed.

Now, here you two were, lying down on the bed as Seoho peppered kisses to each part of your body that you despised. And although you tried escaping from his tight grip, you hoped he didn’t stop anytime soon. Because the love he had for you overpowered the hate you had for yourself.

Leedo

“Come sit on my lap, baby,” Leedo said, patting his thighs.

You chewed your bottom lip nervously. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just sit on the floor. It’s no big deal.”

Leedo pouted. “But I want you close to me.”

You were running out of excuses. You finally gave up and walked reluctantly to Leedo. Once you sat down on his lap, you were cautious of how much weight you were putting on his legs. You knew soon enough he’d tell you to get off.

“Why are you sitting so stiffly?” Your boyfriend questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. He pulled you to his chest, causing your body to fully lay in his lap. “Stay a while.”

You huffed. “Well, tell me when your legs get tired. Then I’ll get off.”

Leedo scoffed. “Babygirl/boy, you act like you weigh as much as an anchor. You’re fine where you are.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he said sternly. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pressing you into his warm chest. “I want my baby close to me no matter how much she/he weighs. Understand?”

You couldn’t help but feel loved by his words and loving actions. You simply nodded your head as you snuggled into his embrace, thankful to have such an open-minded boyfriend.

Keonhee

Keonhee plopped down on the couch with a content sigh. He opened the menu to you two’s favorite takeout place before speaking. “What would you like to eat jagi?”

You fidgeted with the strings on your hoodie. “Um...I don’t want anything actually.”

Keonhee gave you a stern look, already knowing what was going on. He sighed. “Jagi, you need to eat. You can’t starve yourself.”

“But all I’m gonna do is get fat!” You whined.

“You’re not gonna become fat, y/n,” Keonhee countered. “If you’re really worried about your weight than you can eat small portions of your food. Or even workout. I could help you.”

You blinked at your boyfriend, utterly dumbfounded. “Really?”

Keonhee tilted his head, shooting you a glare through his lashes. “Of course, y/n.” He lifted his head back up. “I want you to be happy and confident in yourself. So, if you feel the exact opposite, then I’d like to help you.”

A smile graced your face as you gazed at the man before you. “Thank you, Keonhee.” You grabbed his face and brought his cheek to your lips, pressing a big kiss on his face.

Keonhee’s eyes widened from the sudden affection but soon smiled widely, accepting such a lovely action. “Anything for you, my love.”

Hwanwoong

“Baby, I’ve always been curious but had no way of asking this...” Hwanwoong seemed hesitant on what to say next.

“What is it, Woong?” You asked, continuing on running your fingers through his hair as you scrolled through Twitter.

He turned his head to look up at you from his position on your stomach. “How come you always wear baggy clothes? I’d really like to see your figure.”

You froze, your eyes wide as you focused on nothing in particular.

Hwanwoong sensed your change in attitude and quickly backpedaled. “Sorry. If that was too much of a personal question you don’t have to answer.”

“No, no,” you said quickly, shooing away his apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t expect you to ask that.”

“Again, you don’t have to tell me,” Hwanwoong stated. “You don’t seem comfortable in speaking on this topic.”

“Well, no, n-not really.” You licked your lips. “It’s just that...I’m self-conscious about my weight.”

Hwanwoong sat up, placing his hands on either side of you. “But you’re perfect.” He knitted his eyebrows together, not comprehending how you could be self-conscious about such a thing. Despite the short amount of time you two have been a couple, he was head over heels for you already.

“To you,” you countered, caressing his cheek lovingly. “But, to me, I look ugly with all this weight.”

“Then, change it,” Hwanwoong stated simply. “If you don’t like your weight, do something about it. But, just know, I love you no matter what number is on the scale. And also know that I’ll support you always.” He took your hand from his cheek and kissed the palm of it.

You blushed despite yourself, smiling sheepishly. “I appreciate you, Hwanwoong.”

He bent down and kissed your forehead before placing it against yours. “And I appreciate you.”

Xion

“Sweetheart,” Xion cooed, consoling you as best as he can, “we can have fun doing other things at the amusement park. Just because the safety bar couldn’t fit shouldn’t change anything.”

“But it does! It changed everything!” You yelled, capturing passerbys’ attention. You wiped your face clear of your salty tears. “Xion, you really wanted to go on that roller coaster! And then here comes your blob of a girlfriend who ruins your chance on going on it.” Tears welled up in your eyes once more. Your bottom lip quivered.

Xion grew serious, a very rare sight to see. “Listen to me, y/n. I could care less for that ride. I only care about being with you on this beautiful day. You know what? If you want to leave, we can leave right now. Cause, quite frankly, just being with you doing nothing makes everything right in my life.”

You sniffled. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Is it working?” He asked softly, carefully wiping under your eyes.

A small smile appeared on your face. “Yes.”

Xion smiles in return. “Good. Now, what would you like to do, my queen?”

You pondered for a minute before answering. “I think we should continue our day. Just because one ride was a bummer doesn’t mean the other ones will.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure.”

So, joining hands, you two walked off, resuming your day together.

A/N: I love completing writings. It makes me feel like I accomplished so much. I hope you enjoyed this darling 💓💓💓💓

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Dear Polly excerpt: I’m a pathetic loser who can’t stop procrastinating.

Hi Polly,

I started writing you this letter, then thought, I’ll work on this some more tomorrow, and almost closed the email draft. Realizing the irony of that, I forced myself to plow through this letter in one sitting, knowing that if I didn’t finish it now, I never would.

I am an unemployed college dropout living with my boyfriend’s parents, and I can’t get my act together. My family back home is ashamed of me, but they still believe in me and are trying to help me. I wish they would just give up on me so that I don’t end up disappointing them again. I can’t accomplish anything, and I am living a parasitic existence, leeching off my partner’s family. When I was in college, I approached every new assignment with the complete and sincere intention to start early and make incremental progress so that I wouldn’t have to do it all at the last minute (again), but I would be filled with anxiety and confusion about how to go about accomplishing it and would procrastinate with mind-numbing distractions. Sophomore year, I finally “broke” and became unable to finish assignments even in the face of deadlines. I would skip classes just to lie in bed staring at the ceiling and hating myself. I went to counseling services and academic tutors but gave up when I didn’t get immediate results. I cried in professors’ office hours, begged for extensions, and even got the school to let me have the summer to finish my coursework with no negative impact to my GPA. Despite this generous policy, I still ended up failing three of the four classes and getting put on academic probation. As a result, my parents rescinded their offer to pay my tuition, and I decided to drop out rather than to try to pay $30,000 a semester, knowing that I most likely wouldn’t graduate in four years.

I have some talents and skills that could potentially be valuable, and I am only 20 years old, so I still have plenty of opportunities to get my life back in order, if I could just get off my ass for two seconds and pursue them. However, my lack of self-discipline is keeping me from accomplishing anything meaningful in my life. I used to have many creative hobbies and was a good student, but now I just spend my days wasting time on the internet, sleeping to procrastinate, wallowing in self-pity, and ingratiating myself on anyone sympathetic enough to listen to my whining. I keep wishing that someone else would take control of my life and “save me” from the problems that I created. Every time I try to apply for jobs or do something productive, I quickly become discouraged because it’s “hard” and “doesn’t feel good” to my stupid monkey brain that only cares about comfort and instant gratification. I can do simple household tasks such as cooking or laundry, but as soon as a goal becomes bigger and more amorphous, I become paralyzed and can’t move forward. I have tried breaking up my goals into smaller steps and setting up a timetable for when I want to complete what, but as soon as I get to work, I become overwhelmed by all the factors and complications that go into accomplishing the task and start ruminating on whether I divided it up in the wrong way.

I feel stupid, weak-willed, useless, and pathetic, and wonder if this is going to be the rest of my life. I naturally have low energy levels and am bad at taking action. I’ve given up on my hopes and ambitions and no longer want anything from life. My friends, partner, and my partner’s family have been very affirming to me and have reassured me that I am acceptable to them as I am now, but there is no way I can be acceptable to myself when I can’t even do anything (and I feel like I must have tricked them into thinking that I’m an okay person). How do I get over my chronic procrastination problem and actually become the person I want to be?

Pathetic Loser

Dear Depressed Person,

You’re not a pathetic loser. You’re a depressed, anxious person. But every time you feel depressed or anxious (or sad or angry or annoyed or tired) you tell yourself that you’re screwing everything up again, like the screwup that you are. “Why can’t you be like other, normal people?” you ask yourself. “Why can’t you charge ahead and make things happen? Why don’t you want anything anymore?”

The answer is that you’re severely depressed. When you’re depressed, you don’t want things. When you’re depressed, you can’t even consider big goals, let alone make progress toward them. You’re running scared all the time, from everything, so even thinking about a big goal is frightening. That’s not your fault. Your “stupid monkey brain” only cares about comfort and instant gratification because right now, those are the only things that make you feel better.

Plenty of other people are like you. You’re not alone. But you need to talk to a therapist and sort out what’s going on with you. Because you’re in a situation that’s making everything worse: Your life has no structure. You have support, but you don’t trust it. You don’t believe that anyone could love you the way you are right now. That’s your depression talking, too. But maybe part of you wants your boyfriend and his family to realize that you’re not doing fine like they say. It’s great that they’re so understanding and helpful, but they might be in denial about how bad things have gotten for you. You also feel the weight of your own family’s disappointment, so much so that you want them to “just give up” on you, releasing you from the enormous guilt you have about dropping out of school.

I would guess that you were taught, like so many of us, to suppress most of your so-called negative emotions and play up your positive emotions. You were cheerful, you handled your assignments, and when anything “negative” like worries or sadness or fear came up, you stuffed those feelings under your bed and moved forward. You were rewarded for doing this. You were successful! You were cheerful and responsible and kind!

Meanwhile, under the bed, a pile of worries and fears were growing. Eventually, they filled your whole room. But for a while, even that felt doable: You kept moving. “IT’S FINE!” you told people, so you wouldn’t look hesitant or insecure. You were good at seeming good. You never stopped to look at what was piling up around you, because looking for even a second would make you feel sad, and sadness was not allowed.

Slowly, though, it became harder to get things done, making it harder to smile or laugh, making it harder to breathe. And at the exact point when life got really, really hard, and you had to rally, and you had to get out the door and do some work, it felt completely impossible. You just … couldn’t.

Now you can’t move forward because your body and mind are telling you that they’re tired of obeying your orders and doing what you tell them to do. Your body and your mind miss being relaxed and optimistic, the way you were back when you could feel ALL of your emotions — the anger, the sadness, and also the joy. When someone tells you, over and over again, that you’re not allowed to be sad or angry, the joy goes away, too. Life becomes all work and no play.

It’s natural that your body and mind would rebel against that state of affairs. Your body says, “This is bullshit, I want to play!” Your mind says, “I’m tired of holding back your fears and worries. I want to relax and think about good things!” They refuse to work. You can’t focus. They just want a fix — something distracting, something relaxing, something tasty, something fun. You tell yourself this makes you lazy, but you’re the opposite of lazy. You’re constantly in hell — anxious, unhappy, your mind spinning in circles, your body feeling ill. It’s not your fault that your body and mind want a break wherever they can find it. They’ve been tortured for too long.

And your current depressed state might not be entirely determined by the messages you received when you were small about how to act and how to be. You might also be battling some chemical depression and anxiety. So even when things seem fine to everyone else, you feel terrible. This is true for me. Basically, if I don’t exercise almost every day, I feel worse and worse. I have trouble wanting things. As long as I can exercise, though, I’m pretty happy and ambitious. But if I ever found myself in a position where I couldn’t exercise, I might have to take psychotropic drugs in order to face the world without a lot of fear and heaviness and dread.

That’s not my fault. It’s just how I’m built. Even when I was a teenager, I experienced myself as having very little energy. And some people exercise constantly and they’re still unhappy. That’s not their fault, either. Some people try drugs and they don’t work, or they stop working at some point, so they have to try something else. The words “pathetic” and “loser” have nothing to do with any of that. Even when I’m exercising all the time, I go through periods when I’m struggling. Sometimes I feel like I have to reinvent the wheel every few days. I like solving problems, and writing about them, and I try to remember that it’s part of why I do what I do and also why I write in general. But it can be bewildering.

The most important thing I’ve learned, that I want you to learn, is that I’m built this way. I’m not a weak or shitty person. I don’t have a bad attitude. I just have this body and this mind. I have to work with what I have. I have to do the best I can with what I have.

So scrape those words — pathetic and loser — out of your brain permanently. You have a lot of shame around being who you are, which is normal, honestly — I do, too — but you have to start to notice how much your shame paralyzes you in concert with your already very low, depressed state. You have to look straight at the major hurdles in front of you and stop blaming yourself for their existence.

Your boyfriend and his family and your friends and family need to recognize that everything feels terrible for you right now. They can’t keep saying, “Everything is fine! You’re fine, you’re great!” straight to your face. They need to hear, directly from you, the words, “I am not doing well. I feel depressed. I don’t want anything. I need help.”

You need to ask your boyfriend and his family and your friends and your family for help.

I know that it’s going to be very, very hard for you to do this, because you’re already blaming yourself for everything. You blame yourself for everything because YOU’RE A RESPONSIBLE PERSON WHO IS DEPRESSED. Everything in your letter reaffirms that fact. You are accustomed to doing the work you need to do. You’ve fallen off track because your depression and anxiety are growing, but you’re blaming yourself for it instead of looking for outside help.

You say that you looked for help before but gave up when you didn’t see immediate results. That’s a common experience among responsible people who are accustomed to charging forward, tackling their problems, and being rewarded for it immediately. But therapy and self-awareness and the battle against shame don’t work that way. At first, everything looks grim. As you start to recognize how deep the damage goes, it can be absurdly overwhelming, particularly when you have a lifelong habit of avoiding big, heavy questions and dark emotions. I just want you to understand that if you can find a therapist who you trust and be patient with the process of treatment, the rewards of that process might outreach any immediate goals you have in mind now. Your whole relationship to yourself, the way you treat yourself, the satisfaction you find in hard work, the ways you notice when you’re hurting yourself — these are all fundamental dimensions of your life that will shift dramatically with good treatment. The point is to learn to feel your emotions again, without fear, so you can enjoy your days instead of freaking out about screwing up all the time.

You can’t really ask yourself to work hard right now because your story is that your depression is your fault and dropping out is your fault and anything you do from this point forward will still be a total failure and a sad compromise. You have to get help and feel better and tell a new story FIRST in order to finally stop avoiding the hard things in your life.

I don’t think that it’s any coincidence that now that you’re living with your boyfriend’s family, you’re struggling more than ever. I do very badly when I’m in circumstances where I’m not charging forward, where I feel like I’m leaning on other people for help. It’s sort of ironic, really, because looking for help from others without anger and fear was one of the hardest things for me to do. And even when I get help, that doesn’t change the fact that I need to feel capable and productive in order to feel good. I can slow down and give myself a rest, but there are limits to how much I can thrive when I’m not creating something that feels worthwhile.

I can’t tell you enough times how hard it is to be where you are right now. A life without structure, leaning on someone else’s family while very depressed and very anxious? I need for you to hear me when I say this to you: You are in a very difficult place and it’s not your fault. You need help.

Enlist your boyfriend and/or his family in this fight. You’ve got to look for a sliding-scale therapist or free clinic so you can sort through what’s happening to you and try to get some help in treating your depression and anxiety. Once you start to feel a little bit more human, once you start to want things a little bit more, believe me, procrastination won’t be an issue. Procrastination is a symptom of your depression, not a cause. The cause is much more complex and probably includes an interplay of biology, chemistry, upbringing, and current circumstances.

I know it’s hard, so hard. I remember how I used to feel: like nothing was worth doing, like nothing mattered or added up, and worst of all, I truly believed that my own inertia and bad attitude were to blame. My depression prevented me from looking back at the many, many times in my life I’d overcome inertia and had a great attitude. I want you to do that now. I want you to look back at your true, real self, hiding in the past, the one who was industrious, who had good intentions, who powered through the hard times. That girl is still here, still working really hard, but you can’t see her anymore. She’s waiting for you to acknowledge her. She wants you to feel joy again. She wants you to see her clearly for once. She wants you to see how hard she tries.

Can you see how hard she’s been trying? Have some empathy for this hardworking, overwhelmed, scared girl. She’s not a pathetic loser. She’s just a person who needs help. Help her. Forgive her. Give her your love.

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