Katara: I Think Youre Part Of A MLM

Katara: I think you’re part of a MLM

Aang: Like men?

Just A Glance

Part one

This is my first fic in a long time sorry if I'm rusty

Emerald green eyes met shining blue.

It was only a second but for Asami it felt like years decades even, those shining blue eyes opened a hole in her heart she never thought would need to be filled again.

"Will that be all today?" Pretty blue eyes said, handing Asami a coffee cup.

"Uh no that'll be all, thank you." Asami responded, handing her a 20 dollar bill not daring to look up and meet her gaze "Keep the change as a tip."

Days later Asami worked up the courage to head back to the little coffee shop half in hope of meeting those blue eyes and half in desperate need for some caffeine. Walking in she searched for her mystery girl only to see a flash of brown hair flying under the counter and someone else at the register. A little disappointed and confused she joined the semi-long line and started scanning the menu.

"Hi welcome to Avatar café what can a get you today?" the worker asked her constantly glancing down below the counter seeming like he was repressing a laugh.

" A large vanilla latte please" Asami started glancing at his name tag" Thank you Bolin" she responded trying to stealthily peak over the counter.

"Coming right up!" he exclaimed before turning his back and beginning her order.

A sudden gust of bravery took over Asami has she leaned against the counter, "do you hide under the counter for every customer or am I just special." She tried her best to contain her laughter as Korra slowly got up from the floor hitting her head during the process.

" Would you believe me if I said I was grabbing something?" Blue eyes met hers again slightly sheepish as she rubbed where she got hit.

"No but you can explain over text" Asami grinned happy she prepared and wrote her number down before coming as she slid the paper over the counter to her.

Blushing Pretty blue eyes took the paper and placed it in her pocket "I think I can do that"

Sadly their moment was ruined by Bolin handing her the coffee "here you go, one large vanilla Latte! Anything else I can get for you?"

Asami gratefully took her coffee from him relishing in the smell arising from the cup. " No that'll be all thank you." She responded grabbing her wallet from her purse.

"Don't worry this ones on the house" Pretty blue eyes interjected Bolin from telling her the price.

"Oh no that's fine! "Asami blushed meeting the blue eyes once again.

"I get a free drink once a shift and I'm not gonna use mine today it'll be fine. " She retorted leaving no room for an argument by simply starting the next persons order.

A/N: So this is just gonna be a little one-shot story type thing about Korra and Asami and how their relationship grows.

“but in that way where you can tell he’s pressing all of his appreciation deep into your skin. lodging it there so that even when your body begins to decay beneath the earth a long time from now, the imprints of his love will still be nestled in your bones.”

How dare you write this poetry on a smut

finnick is just so soft and comforting in my mind. SOFT SMUT 16+

the capitol has painted him into this hypermasculine, tough, being. and they’re not far off. finnick is tough. but your finnick isn’t the capitol’s finnick. 

your finnick is loving, soft edges hidden by his muscled exterior. he’s caring. he cares so much, and those trips to the capitol seem to wear him down each time. but he always comes back to you, maybe with drained eyes and a little less energy in him, but he’s always there. 

your finnick loves you with all his might. he’s having a hand on you at all times, simultaneously making sure you’re not a figment of his imagination, and you won’t go away. (you’d never even dream of it) 

your finnick keeps you afloat on the mattress, instead of pushing you into it like others have. he has a soothing hand on you somewhere, usually along your abdomen, encouraging you when his display of love seems to be too much on your little body. he’s kissing you all over, not in that slobbery way that capitol men have, but in that way where you can tell he’s pressing all of his appreciation deep into your skin. lodging it there so that even when your body begins to decay beneath the earth a long time from now, the imprints of his love will still be nestled in your bones. he rocks into you slowly, but with a determined force behind it. he keeps your legs open, even propping them onto his shoulders to reach the deep pits within you that he knows has you mewling. and when your mewling turns into whines, which turns into breathy gasps, he has a thumb circling the little button that pushes you over the edge. 

and your finnick holds you when you’ve finished. there’s some nights where only you finish, but he couldn’t care less about himself. when he’s done, he doesn’t pull his pants up and throw loose bills over your body. he engulfs your tired frame in his arms, and kisses your forehead, mumbling suggestions of a warm bath before you both fall asleep. 

and of course, your finnick carries you to the bathtub that’s filled to the brim with warm water and soapy suds, joining you in the warmth that cleanses both of you, while also inviting you into a mutual embrace of drowsiness. 

Hey guys sorry for the lack of posts, mental health is poopy rn.

I redid my Home Screen again-

Korra: can we talk about tsunamis?