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You make my heart shake, bend and break by polvodecobalto
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
25 Apr 2021
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Sokka no recuerda el momento exacto en que empezó a amar a Zuko, tal vez era que siempre lo había amado y aunque cada roce, cada mirada, cada aliento compartido se siente tan natural como respirar, todo es intenso porque este es Zuko de quien estamos hablando.
Sokka y Zuko son amigos desde la infancia y crecer amándose es natural y fácil... hasta que ya no lo es.
El AU de Avatar que nadie pidió pero que de todos modos hice.
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- Español
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Dormir con un monstruo no debería ser fácil, pero Charles lo hace de todos modos.
Escrito para #CherikWeek2019
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No existen preocupaciones para Lena cuando se trata de bailar con Max, no necesita nada más que sus manos sobre su cuerpo y el brillo de sus ojos mientras se mueven juntos en un baile que es solo suyo.
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Without thinking too hard, he taps the quote button on the question How did you know you were bisexual?
He attaches a photo. A candid one. Minho’s now-blond hair is tucked in his backwards cap, sitting at a restaurant table sometime last year. His friend had taken it on their trip to Japan, and Jisung nearly fell over when he saw it. Minho wasn’t even looking at the camera; he was simply sitting there, his perfect side profile in view as his face glowed from the sun.
Even though Jisung didn’t take it, he loves that photo.
He typed: "When I fell in love at first sight with my best friend six years ago. That’s when I knew. I still know now.”
Or: Han Jisung is a famous, openly bisexual, rockstar. He accidentally confesses his love for his best friend on his main twitter account
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Jisung shrugs, all too casual. “Just for fun. You know, for the bit.”
“You want us to pretend to be a couple…in therapy. Just for fun.”
“Yeah!” Jisung nods enthusiastically. "Just until the therapist figures it out.”
Minho gives him a long, slow look that suggests he is currently measuring him for a straitjacket. “So. Two sessions, max.”
It’s supposed to be a joke– two best friends and roommates walk into a therapist’s office, and pretend they’re a couple until the therapist figures it out.
But old feelings die harder than old habits, and when everything they’ve been avoiding for five years finally catches up, Minho and Jisung start to realize they may not be pretending as much as they'd like to believe.
or: Minho and Jisung are not a couple– or so they think.
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- English
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Bookmarked by polvodecobalto
31 May 2026
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Minho es un tonto que solo sabe anhelar, lo comprendo espiritualmente
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In any case, Seungmin was well aware of the betting. He never partook himself–a move which earned Felix five dollars every Friday–but it wasn’t out of moral superiority. No, he was biding his time and waiting for the opportunity to destroy his coworkers financially.
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The other employees at Seungmin's highly-respectable place of work love to place bets on anything they can. Seungmin has been waiting to wring his coworkers dry, and the arrival of Lee Minho might be just what he needs.
Bookmarked by polvodecobalto
22 May 2026
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El 2min como está descrito en las sagradas escrituras
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“You can–ah–” Jisung’s hips kick up but Minho’s right hand is quick to pin him right back down, easily. “If I fall asleep, just keep going–”
Minho stops. Blinks. “Jisung.”
Jisung begs, albeit sleepily. “Pleasepleaseplease don’t stop. Hyung, please.”
“We’ve never talked about this.” He takes Jisung’s lower lip between his teeth and tugs, like doing so would drag to the surface any of Jisung's remaining consciousness and he’d hear how ridiculous he sounds for suggesting Minho fuck him while he sleeps. “We need to talk about this.”
Ridiculous, he repeats to himself, trying to conjure some rationale in a place where it should’ve been so, so abundant and intuitive.
Right?
Or: With the next leg of the tour coming up, Jisung is exhausted. Minho tells him to sleep, but Jisung has something else in mind.
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When Minho emerged from the public bathroom wearing the cardigan done up and tucked into the front of his pants and very clearly nothing else underneath Jisung’s mouth nearly hit the floor. There was far too much of Minho’s chest on display. The cardigan he had just put on over his own shirt felt stifling.
“Hot,” Jisung stuttered as Minho stood in front of him. “I mean hi– I mean hi, I’m hot– in this sweater, I mean. This cardigan is hot.”
Minho made a pretty valiant attempt at holding in his laughter, only letting a quiet chuckle escape. “Hi hot, I’m Lee Minho. I was looking for my boyfriend. He’s about five foot with brown eyes–”
“Hey!” Jisung finally snapped out of his haze. “I’m five seven. There is one inch difference between us. One.” Jisung held up one finger threateningly.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I have a couple of inches on you baby.”
Minho’s words dripped like spun sugar on a humid summer's day, sticky and cloying. Jisung shuddered, his pants tighter.Or: Minho and Jisung go on a Rose Day date. They're very in love and horny about it.
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- Part 4 of Days of love
Bookmarked by polvodecobalto
15 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Jisungie, cárdigans amarillos, duraznos, baba