Hello, lover. ♥ I'm Ky! I'm 27 (TAURUS), live in the USA (EST), and tend to write a lot when I don't get enough sleep. I'm starting to share my doodles more, too! Currently obsessed with Jujutsu Kaisen (NANAGO), Castlevania (TREVOR/ALUCARD), and Avatar: the Last Airbender (ZUTARA). You can find my works under @/Slpytea and @/Awakejuice on AO3. ♥
1. “Alright,” he says evenly, shifting his focus. The answer to him is as simple as it’s always been: if Gojo is having trouble with his control, then Kento will merely—adoringly—strip him of it.
He runs his hand down the side of Gojo’s neck and across his shoulder, down his arm until their fingers touch. He watches raptly as the line of tension in Gojo’s frame evaporates by the fraction under the light caress, smirking inwardly at the notion all the while. “Alright,” Kento says again, tugging at Gojo until they are standing chest to chest, “you can plan their funerals later, Gojo-san. Right now you’re with me,” Kento leans into the man’s space, lids lowering as he delicately plucks the shades from the bridge of Gojo’s nose and hooks them over the collar of his own shirt. “You’re with me, and the only thing you need to worry about is what you need and how you need it.” He very pointedly drops his octave, leaving little to no room for argument. “Understood?”
Snowy lashes flutter in the kitchen’s dim, warm lighting. Gojo lets out a full body sigh and tilts forward, burying his face into Kento’s shoulder.
Something like ‘lifesaver’ gets muttered into the fabric of his shirt, but he can’t be sure. “Thank you, Kento.” Gojo says clearly in the second after, snaking his arms lazily around Kento’s shoulders. He hums when Kento absently returns the easy embrace.
“Don’t thank me yet, Satoru.” Kento murmurs in his ear. He privately delights in the hitch of breath that Gojo’s given name earns him, endlessly prideful at how little it truly takes to turn this man into putty in his hands.
Now if only Gojo would let himself into his hands without the protracted pretense of just stress relief..
In his hold, Gojo squirms just the tiniest bit, his impatience starting to crop up once again. Kento squeezes briefly at the man’s hip, a silent and anchoring gesture that instantly stills him. “How about you go and get comfortable for me, hm?” He noses at the shell of Gojo’s ear. “Shower. Take your time with it. I’ll join you in a minute, I still want to finish up here.”
“Hn’kay,” comes the instant reply, only Gojo doesn’t move and Kento can’t really be bothered enough about having his commands ignored when it results in Gojo melting further into his arms and burrowing further into the crook of his neck with a questing little hum, fleeting little kisses, and his large, warm hands soothing up his sides.
The corner of Kento’s mouth flickers upward, his silent pride starting to leak outwards in the beginnings of a small, endeared smile that he’s glad Gojo is too occupied to see.
“Gojo..” he nudges him gently, fighting down a shiver when the next little kiss is followed by a soft, barely there scrape of teeth.
“Just a second. Just…” Gojo sighs and snuggles even closer. How he manages to get his enormous stature to become so small in Kento’s hold will always remain a mystery. “Just lemme hang out here for a second,” he mutters, almost petulant, “I need—”
Kento inhales shortly at the words, his body gaining that magic thrum that they never fail to send buzzing through his body. “What do you need?”
“This.” Gojo says, melting a little more. “I just need this for a while.”
Kento doesn’t know how he can possibly say no to that, so he doesn’t. He starts to settle in instead; gets a firm grip under one of Gojo’s magnificent thighs and hoists it over his hip so that the only thing really separating them is their clothes.
“Mmph. Yeah. Can we do this laying down? I wanna lay down.” Gojo lets out a heavy sigh and nuzzles at Kento’s neck again, his arms tightening another fraction. “Please?”
“i don’t know what you want me to say,” your heart hurts, “I’m not… I can’t…”
“do you still want me.” you turn so fast when he says that.
“do you still want me?” he asks.
“you’re the father of my daughter,” you breathe, “of course we-”
“you know what I mean,” there’s a certain frustration in the air right now. and you miss the way his eyes look at you as you notice how quick he is to walk up to you. inches away from you. “do you still think about me?”
“satoru…”
“i’ve thought about you,” he breathes, “more than I’d care to admit. my dad’s party is tomorrow… and we can still… we can still show up, you know?” you know what he means.
“we’re divorced though.”
“I know, but…” his eyes close, face so close to landing on your shoulder it almost makes you weak, “we’ll always be her parents, we can just…” he wants to try again, but you don’t see that. you see that he’s trying to tie this all back to saori which makes you ache and draw back, your mind telling you to not be selfish. you can’t be. not anymore.
“we’ll alwyas be her parents,” you feel your body betray your soul, “just like we always promised. she needs you just as much as she needs me.” I need you. “I just… I’m sorry for this unnecessary stress.” I don’t want to leave like this.
“you could never do that to me,” he says, “I just… I want to know if this is how it should be. I… I’m not asking for something tonight, but I want to know… do you think of me at all?” there it is. his vulnerability cuts right through you as your eyes, showing all emotion, meet his.
“you’re the father of my daughter,” it’s more than what you want to say, you chose him, after all. but those words aren’t enough for him. you’re not being selfish enough as you should be.
“I know I am,” he breathes, a bit raspier as his eyes go from yours to your lips. “but what am I to you during the hours of the night?” the insinuation makes you softly gasp, “what am I when you have a minute to yourself? when you having nothing but want in your mind, am I there?” he asks.
i think it’s very funny that we realise zuko is Handsome(™️) the moment his hair starts growing out again at the same time that other characters notice this, and zuko literally gives zero fucks. song was like man this boy’s got a scar i can emotionally connect with AND he’s cute, jet has an instant obsession because that lee guy is playing hard to get, jin frequents the teashop just to stare at the pretty refugee and snags an awkward adorable date with him to stare some more. and zuko just. does Not notice. or care.
he’s so obsessed with going home that romance or attraction simply isn’t even an option in his mind. he is leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. he is a serial dater in that way that the dating is basically one-sided and he is entirely unaware there was any dating happening in the first place, because he’s too busy to even look at someone twice. jet stalks him bc of this. katara briefly seems to treat zuko picking azula’s side as a betrayal in the sense of Cheating On Her. this is all one-sided.
zuko is entirely unable to compute this Whirlwind Romance thing. he has no idea what these ppl are talking about. he has things to do. love is In The Way and he is slashing through it with his dual swords like sokka sliced through the vines in the swamp. in s3 we suddenly have ma|ko without any lead-up, and it ends the moment zuko has a New Goal to work towards. he breaks up with his gf through a letter. he forgets about her the moment she’s out of sight. the fact that she’s in prison completely slips his mind until he’s literally about to be crowned fire lord, and that’s only because she decides to step back into his life.
there’s no time for romance when zuko has decided to have a Purpose to work on. is he attractive? zuko wouldn’t know and he doesn’t care. zuko has a job to do and whether it’s catching the avatar or teaching the avatar firebending or breaking ppl out of prison or helping the angry watertribe girl who always entertains the idea of freezing him to a tree get closure for her mother’s murder, it’s all still a job. no time for kissing or blushing or dates when you’ve got a fatherlord to dethrone and a world to save. none of his dreamy hairflips and handsome brooding are intentionally attractive but it’s perceived as such anyway and that is HILARIOUS to me
Love this. I totally buy it. And while you can absolutely sell me on asexual/aromantic heartbreaker Zuko, it’s also a S3 Zutara dynamic I’d love to see more of.
“What’s on your mind?” “Your sister. She hates me. I don’t know why, but I do care what she thinks of me.”
Welcome to having feelings for someone, Zuko. Don’t worry, we’re all confused at first.
In the crystal caves under Ba Sing Se, Katara is acknowledging Zuko’s humanity and really looking at him for the first time, and being moved by compassion to reach out to him. And, like, girl is not tops on self awareness, but I think she gets that Zuko is hot and they’re Having A Moment. That’s gotta add to her sense of betrayal, and obviously to her wariness when he shows back up. She knows she could get emotionally involved and she’s not about to risk it.
Meanwhile caves Zuko is just ‘Why would she heal me? Is this a trick? She’s touching my face? What’s going on?’ Then months later when he’s safe-ish with the gang and gets some dragon therapy 'Why do I want her to not be mad? Maybe she’ll touch my face again? What?’
I know we love some longtime pining, but I’d love to see Zuko just absolutely flummoxed by feelings he hasn’t previously had any space for.
I know this is the jaded post-irony website and we all wanna be funny, but I am genuinely asking. Please, tell me about a good memory you have with some loved ones and a stack of standard playing cards.
My seniors in uni taught me a game called twenty four. You just need a normal deck of cards. You’ll be using only the numbers + ace. Draw four cards randomly face up on the table. Your goal is figuring out how to put the numbers (the suit doesn’t matter) in a basic arithmetic equation to get 24. Ace can be 1 or 11. You can only use each number once.
For example, you draw:
7 9 3 5
And you do the math in your head and you decide, (9 x 5) - (3 x 7) = 45 - 21 = 24.
Alternatively, (9 + 3) x (7 - 5) = 12 x 2 = 24.
That’s also good. The beauty of this game is that there are often many ways to get to 24. All you need is to find one solution. That’s it.
When that happens, you announce to the group: “Got it!” But don’t say the solution just yet. Let the others find out. Soon others will chime in, going oh oh oh! I got it too! One by one until there’s one person left.
That last person gets to challenge someone to explain their solution. The hope is that person either was bluffing or has forgotten their solution. If they can’t explain it, they lose and they have to take the four drawn cards into their hand. If they can explain it, the last person take the cards instead.
Start the next round by drawing another four cards.
The game ends when the deck has been emptied (10 rounds). You win if you didn’t take any cards. You lose if you have the most cards.
Alternative play: if you have exactly 4 players, you can instead give each player 10 cards, and each round they put one card face up on the table at the same time. The game ends when one player has gotten rid all 10 of their cards. Depending on how this goes, it can last pretty much forever.
Oh also sometimes some combinations are duds or none of you can figure it out. That’s ok. If everyone agrees it’s a dud, put the cards back into the deck, shuffle, and restart the round.
ALT
