sokka: let’s play 20 questions
zuko: uh, okay. what’s your favorite color?
sokka: dog. are you into boys?
zuko is touch starved and holds sokka whenever he can
i want to run my hands through his hair while he places a hand on my cheek and kisses me softly
to the boy who sits next to me in seventh period algebra, the one with fluffy light brown hair, the one who throws paper airplanes at me when the teacher isn’t looking, the one who drew an a-plus on my page when the teacher didn’t stamp mine, the one who told me his birthday but miscalculated how many days away it was, and the one who doesn’t remember me from middle school but makes an effort to greet me every day of my senior year:
i want to tell you how cute i think you are and i wish i could give you a kiss on the cheek after class each day and i want to give you the pink starburst and i hope your birthday was as joyful as you make me. and when i ask you to the football game next friday, i hope you’ll say yes. even though i am a boy, and even though i am trans, i hope the smiles and stares you sneak at me are truthful.
Very homophobic that I'm not being kissed by a cute boy rn
mlm blogs hitting “post” after typing “boys”
in a weird way its comforting to know now that my ex bf used to misgender me and tell people he wasnt gay.
now i dont feel so bad about breaking his heart.
i want to hold a pretty boys face between my hands, squish his cheeks and kiss him all over.