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mycomfortblanket · 1 year

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Without Interruptions

Toph and Katara are on the dance floor, their hips swaying to the music. Toph can feel the bass pump through her as she lifts her hands over her head when she feels large hands settle on her waist and a body press against her back.

"Can I join you?" a man yells in her ear. Toph doesn't answer, just continues to sway her hips to the beat. The man's hands start to roam her body and she can't help but close her eyes and lean her head back against his shoulder.

She feels someone close in on her front, and for a brief moment, she panics, thinking she's about to be abducted. "The guys are watching, you know," Katara's voice shouts over the music.

Toph feels Katara lean back and out of her space, but her hand continues to grip onto Toph's. A smile comes to her lips and she shrugs at her friend. So what if the guys are watching her? They should be proud of her for pulling some random without even having to speak a word to him.

They dance to a few more songs, her hand never letting go of Katara's even while the guy continues to feel her up. Eventually, Katara leans in close again, "Go to the bar with me. Now," and there's an insistent tug at her hand.

The smile drops from Toph's face as she's pulled after Katara. She can just barely hear the guy behind her say what the fuck, but the alcohol that is coursing through her system isn't allowing her to care very much right now.

They finally make it to the bar and Katara sets her hand on an empty stool, letting her know where she can sit. Pulling the stool out, she hops up onto it. "So, what the fuck was that for?" Toph asks, her voice has just a slight slur to it but she feels completely sober... which probably isn't a good thing.

"That guy had his hands on you in a way that..." Katara trails off. Toph thinks that she is just going to drop the subject when she hears Katara rattle off a drink order to someone. The bartender must have come up to take their order.

"Anyways. I could tell Aang was getting upset about it. You know, you should really watch how you flirt with other guys when he is around. Doesn't exactly go over his head or make him feel good."

Toph's brow furrows, "What do you mean?" Katara lifts Toph's hand and guides it forward and rests it against a cold glass. Lifting the drink to her lips, she takes a sip and is pleasantly surprised to find a sweet-tasting drink.

"I'm giving you a look right now. A 'You're fucking kidding' look."

"Why are you giving me a look? I didn't do anything! I can dance with whoever I want. What does Aang care? He should go out there and dance, too." She sips at her drink some more, an intrusive thought telling her to chug it all, but she knows better than that. She has no idea what kind of drink this is or what kind of alcohol is in it.

"Wow, you really don't see it, do you?" Katara says seriously.

"I don't see a lot of things," Toph says pointedly. She is about to ask Katara to elaborate a little when she feels a hand touch the small of her back. The person leans down a little and says in her ear, "Hey."

Smiling, Toph turns to face Aang. "Hey, Katara says you're upset about something. Care to clue me in?" Toph feels Aang move a little and a muffled yell and protest comes from Katara.

"I'm not upset," Aang says in her ear again. Usually, she would let it go, but there's something off in his voice that makes her hesitate. Before she can call him out on it, he moves away from her personal space so she can't ask him if she wants him to hear her.

"No, wait," she reaches out and grabs his arm. Her fingers touch the soft fabric of his shirt and instantly grips the material and pulls him back to her. She feels him stumble slightly as his foot hits her stool and his arms shoot out and kind of encircle her as they brace against the bar on either side of her. She can feel how close he is to her, she knows that if she were to turn her face, they'd practically be sharing the same breath. "Talk to me," she says at a normal level and she knows Aang can hear her.

For a moment, all she can feel is Aang's breath on her face and then a hand is grabbing hers and pulling her off her chair and away from the others. She lets him lead because A) she has no idea where he is wanting to go, B) there are way too many people here for her to navigate this place on her own, and C) she kind of likes the way his hand feels in hers.

Eventually, they clear the crowd and she hears a door being pushed open and she's pulled into a room. The door shuts behind her and the sound of the club is immediately muffled to a dull roar. "Are we in the bathroom?"

"You asked why I was upset," is all he says to her. Toph cocks her head a little bit at his tone. It sounds just a little bit sad with a hint of anger.

"Yeah. I mean, I had just talked to you before Katara and I had gone out to the dance floor and you were fine then."

He lets go of her hand and she hears him walk away for a second, he huffs out a breath and laughs a little, "Aang, what is it? Talk to me," she steps forward, her hand reaching out to feel for him, but he is just out of reach.

"I saw the way you were dancing with-" he cuts himself off, "With him," he finally spits out.

She begins to nod but stops herself. Why would he be upset about her dancing with someone? he's never been upset about that before, in fact, he used to make fun of her for it.

"I don't see what that has to do-" his hands come to her shoulders and she is roughly shoved against the wall.

She is just about to open her mouth to yell what the fuck, but she feels lips against her own. Soft lips. Lips that feel as if they are made just for her and for no one else. Her eyes are open wide and the shock is rolling off of her in waves.

Toph can feel Aang beginning to pull back from her, but she lifts her hands to his shoulders and pulls him tighter against her, and starts to kiss him back. She can feel the smile that pulls at his lips as his hands travel down to her hips to slip under her shirt, and runs his hands back up against her bare skin.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to be the one out there with you. Having you grind against me," he growls out. He moves his lips down to her jaw and nips at the skin there as he makes a trial to her ear. "Seeing his hands on you," he sucks a bruise into her skin, just under her ear and she's having a hard time keeping track of this conversation, "I'm the only one who should be touching you like that."

He bends and grabs the back of her thighs, picking her up easily. He presses her against him and the wall and she wraps her legs around his waist. Placing her hand on the back of his head, she brings their lips back together, trying to kiss him, but one of his hands leaves her and travels up to her hair. He grips the strands and pulls her head back, exposing her neck. Aang attaches his mouth to her skin and sucks another mark into the hollow of her throat.

Toph is practically panting and a desperate whine leaves her lips when he runs his tongue over the mark he had just made and then nips at the skin.

He moves then, walking somewhere in the room, and places her down onto a counter. She can feel water on her thighs and seeping through her shorts, but she honestly can't bring herself to care when Aang presses himself harder against her, his mouth back on hers.

Toph wraps her arms around his neck and keeps him close to her, making sure his mouth isn't leaving hers anytime soon. His hands are gripping at the top of her hips and eventually slip up to dig into her hips.

He pulls her tighter against him and she can feel how hard he is against her inner thigh, and an uncharacteristic moan spills from her lips. Aang chuckles and rocks his hips into hers, trying to pull that sound from her again.

The sound of the door opening is what actually pulls them apart. Toph's head swivels towards the sound, but Aang just uses the opportunity to attach his mouth to the underside of her jaw.

"Uh... I'll just... hold it," a man's voice says and she hears the door swing shut again.

"Jesus, Aang. Can we go somewhere else? Like, literally anywhere else where someone won't walk in on us?"

~~~

The kitchen counter at Aang's apartment is where she's shoved next. They had left the bar and hailed a cab, barely remembering to text their friends saying they were headed home for the night. The whole ride home, Aang's hand never left the upper part of Toph's thigh, and his promises were being whispered into her ear. By the time they climbed out of the taxi, Toph could practically feel herself dripping.

Aang had grabbed her hand in his and together, they all but ran up the stairs to his apartment complex, stopping every so often to kiss each other and giggle at how drunk the other was when they fell against the stairwell wall.

Toph is sure the plan was to make it to his bedroom, but they didn't get further than the kitchen, and the cool granite under her burning skin feels good. The whole ride here was a new type of foreplay that she isn't used to so she's almost begging by the time his fingers start fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

She pulls away from his lips and takes the hem from his hands and rips the material over her head. She grabs his hand and immediately places it on her breast which she arches up into. She's desperate and doesn't know how to communicate that to him because her words are currently failing her.

Somehow, bless him, somehow he knows just what he needs and he pulls the cup of her bra down and latches his lips onto her nipple. "Oh, fuck," a broken moan tumbles from her lips, and her hand comes up to grip the back of his neck, making sure he doesn't move.

Aang swirls his tongue around her nipple as he reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. The straps slip down her shoulders and Toph tries with shaking hands to remove it from herself.

"Goddammit, Aang. I can't, I can't-" she arches further into his mouth. His hands grip her waist, holding her against him as he works his mouth against her before he moves to her other. Reaching up with one of his hands, he gently massages the breast he just moved from. He pinches the bud between his index finger and thumb, rolling it gently.

Toph feels like her body is on fire, she needs to be touched, touched more than what he is currently doing, and she needs it now. Her hands go to the waistband of her shorts and she fumbles with the button, trying to get another message across to him without using her words.

Again, being the fucking saint that he is, Aang releases her breast with a pop and pulls back to look at her. She is sure she looks wrecked; sitting on his kitchen counter topless, panting, and quivering with need, there's no telling how wrecked she looks.

"Fuck, Toph," his hand comes to cup her cheek, his wrist resting against her collarbone, "If only you could see yourself right now," he presses back up against her, leaning his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how beautiful-"

She cuts off whatever it is he is about to say by lifting her chin and pressing her lips against his. The kiss starts off slow, but when his tongue slips into her mouth and brushes against hers. But, when his hips roll against hers, it's like the temperature of the air goes up by ten degrees.

Aang's hands go down to the button on her shorts and pop it open and slowly slide down the zipper. Toph could practically cry with the relief of finally feeling them come off. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of both her shorts and panties and pulls them off all in one go.

She lifts her hips, trying to help as much as she can, but she's so fucking desperate. She's sure that she's creating more problems than she's helping because their heads bump together in a painful crash that leaves both of them rubbing their foreheads and giggling. Grabbing a hand to his cheek, she pulls him in again for a kiss. She continues to attempt to kick her shorts off the rest of the way but she feels them get caught on her heel, but she can't exactly bring herself to care. Especially when she feels his fingers beginning to creep along her hip and gently brush against her center.

She lets out a whimper at the same time Aang lets out a groan, "Fuck, T., you're so wet. How are you already this wet?" He pulls away from her, and Top is about to open her mouth to protest when she feels his hand cupping her ankle, pulling at her shorts where they got caught on her heels.

Taking in a deep shaky breath, Toph presses her head back against the cabinet and lets her eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his hands skimming up her legs and pushing her knees apart. She hears him take in a breath and can feel his exhale on the inside of her thighs.

A broken moan tears through her throat when he drags a finger through her folds gathering her juices onto his finger. He spreads her legs further apart and she just barely feels his tongue on her when the front door crashes open.

Toph whips her head towards the sound, her eyes wide. Did they fucking forget to lock it? To deadbolt it?

"Oh my god! Oh my fucking god! My eyes, oh my god!" She hears Sokka scream.

"Hey, guys," comes Zuko's nonchalant voice.

She feels Aang rip himself away from her and tries to stand in front of her as much as he can when she is up on the counter.

"Your bedroom is literally 6 feet away from where you're standing! How the fuck-" Toph hears a smack and some cussing from Sokka.

"Sorry, guys. We'll leave you to it," Zuko says good-naturedly.

"Better fucking sanitize the counter-" she hears another slap, "Ow! Zuko what the fuck?!" their voices disappearing down the hall, and then the tale-tell sound of a door shutting.

~~~

Aang drops her down onto his bed and moves away from her to close the door to his bedroom. "Fucking lock it. I don't think I can handle another interruption." Laughing, he twists the lock and even tries the door to make sure it's locked fully.

He moves back towards the bed and she feels it dip when he places a knee onto it as he starts to crawl over her. Laying her head back onto the pillows, she feels Aang wrap his arms around her thighs as he settles himself between them after taking off her heels.

Toph sucks in a shaky breath as she waits to feel his mouth on her. It feels like forever has passed before his tongue barely presses against her in a kitten lick. Arching up off the bed, she reaches down and threads her fingers through his hair, pulling at it, trying to actually get him closer, to use some kind of pressure.

She feels more than hears him laugh, but the next pass with his tongue is firmer and actually spreads her lips and grazes her clit. He does this again before moving his hand to gently hold her folds apart so he can have easy access to her clit. Wrapping his lips around the little bud, he sucks gently causing Toph to cry out.

"Fuck, Aang. Fuck, please, I need-"

"What?" he pulls away just barely. When he speaks, his lips still brush against her. "What do you need?"

"I don't know, I just- Please," she begs. Toph has never been the type to beg, has never needed to since she was always the dominant one in the bedroom, but Aang has her wound so tight, she can't form a complete thought on what she needs. The teasing that has been going on since they left the club however long ago has put her so close to the edge. She knows it's not going to take much to push her over the edge.

Releasing one of her thighs, he rubs his fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness so it's a slick slide when he presses into her slowly.

Toph's hips shift downwards towards him, and she moans, "God, yes. Yes, just like that." She reaches down and grabs a hold of his wrist, pushing his fingers in further. He kisses her wrist and she releases him, allowing him to take over again.

Aang leans in and licks from her entrance up to her clit, feeling the way she shakes as he begins to pump his fingers.

Her legs try to close around his head as his fingers begin to pick up speed, but he shoulders them open so that he has full access to her. The slick wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of her mixed with the wet smack of his tongue and lips working her clit sounds throughout the room.

Toph is rocking her hips against his face and chanting his name, urging him to go faster. "Please, Aang. I'm so fucking close. I'm so close."

Adding another finger, he shifts on his arm so that he is able to pump into her faster. HE curls his fingers at every thrust, brushing against that spot inside of her that has her clamping down on his fingers. His tongue continues to make quick work at her clit when he feels Toph's whole body clench. He looks up at her and sees her back arched off the bed, her head pressing down into the pillow, and her mouth open in a silent cry.

He continues to move his fingers in and out of her, coaxing her through her orgasm. Slowly, she comes down and he gives her a few kitten licks to clean her up a little before pulling his fingers out of her and crawling up the bed.

She's panting hard, but immediately reaches up and grabs his face, pulling him down for a kiss. Swiping his tongue into her mouth, Aang lets her taste herself and he feels her nails dig into his cheeks a little. The smirk that he presses into her mouth is definitely not something he can help.

Toph releases his cheeks and starts pulling at his shirt with one hand and then with the other, trying to undo his belt and jeans. "Chill, Toph. We've got all night," he says against her lips.

"Yeah, but I've been waiting for this since we were in the bathroom at the club," she growls. "Fuck. Me. Now," her voice is hard and even makes Aang pause for a moment before he is quickly undoing his belt and jeans, shimmying awkwardly out of them. When he leans back over her, Toph pulls at his shirt and manages to get it caught on his head. Both of them laugh as they continue to pull at it.

"Jesus, are you desperate or something?" he laughs.

Once he is free of his shirt, she takes his face back in her hands and brings his forehead down to rest against hers, "Yes, very much so," she breathes. Toph smiles a little shyly but when she lifts her chin searching for his lips, he immediately grants them to her.

She lifts her hips, trying to get the message across that she wants him inside of her. Her wetness just barely grazes him and his hips jerk automatically, his hard length brushing against her inner thigh, smearing precum on her leg.

"Fuck, okay. Let me get a condom," he murmurs against her lips and is just about to pull away from her when her knees tighten around his hips, not letting him move.

"No, I want to feel you. I want to actually feel you."

"But-"

"I have an IUD." Aang searches her face for a moment but those three little contraceptive letters have enough power over him that he is pushing her back into the pillows.

"Okay. Okay," he takes himself in hand, pumping himself a few times before leaning forward. He rubs the tip of his dick through her slick folds, brushing against her clit and making her hips jump at the contact. Toph groans out his name and wraps one of her legs around his waist, pulling him more towards her.

He laughs a little and lifts his face to kiss her forehead. His dick prods at her entrance before gently pushing in, and he instantly drops his head so their foreheads are resting against each other. Pushing forward, he lets her hot wet heat surround him and he hearts the most beautiful moan slip through her lips.

Toph brings her hands up to his hair and threads her fingers through it, pulling him back down for a kiss when he bottoms out. They stay like this for a moment, connected together in the most sensual way.

Eventually, the little shifts and movements that both of them do create enough of a tease that Aang has to move or he is going to explode. He pulls his hips back until the head is just barely inside of her, and he snaps his hips forward.

The gasp that leaves Toph makes him jerk his gaze up to her face. Her eyes are closed with her eyebrows raised and her mouth is almost a perfect O shape.

He does this motion again, snapping his hips forward and she presses her head back into the pillow as a jagged moan sounds from the bottom of her throat. God, she is so beautiful. He leans down and presses his face into her neck, peppering kisses there as he continues to thrust into her.

Toph starts rocking her hips up to meet him, trying to take him deeper each time their hips come into contact. A thought occurs to him then and he stops, pulling out of her just slightly so he can grab a pillow. When she feels the cool air hit her body where he once was, she opens her mouth to protest but stops when she feels him lift her hips and shove a pillow underneath her. Without hesitation or waiting for her to tell him to do something, he sinks back into her, much deeper than before.

Toph's hands immediately clutch at his back, her nails digging into the skin so hard, Aang is sure the skin is breaking. He sets a brutal pace, and when he shifts his hips just slightly, Toph practically screams.

"Fuck, right there, Aang. Right there, do that again," she pleads.

Aang smirks and aims for that spot with each thrust. Toph buries her face in his shoulder, trying to smother the noises that leave her, but even so, she is really loud. He can feel his release starting to build but before he can say anything to Toph, to warn her, she clenches around him so tight.

She bites down on his shoulder as her orgasm tears through her. Aang continues to push into her at a brutal pace, helping her through it. The fluttering of her walls around him triggers his own release and just as she is coming down, his climax comes. He fully thrusts into her three more times, milking it for all its worth before he slowly and gradually comes to a stop.

Both of them are breathing hard, Toph with her face buried in his shoulder and Aang trying to hold himself up over her so he doesn't squish her. Gently, he pulls out of her and he can feel her flinch and her legs automatically close when he is out of the way.

Dropping down onto his side, his breaths still coming heavy, he looks at Toph and sees that her eyes are still closed and her eyebrows drawn together. He stays like this, watching her for a while. Eventually, she opens her eyes and turns to face him, a smile on her face.

"How long have you been wanting to do that?" she asks.

Aang can't help but laugh at the pure delight on her face and he leans over and kisses her. He can feel her smile against him as he gently cups her face and brings her closer to him.

When they finally break apart, she tucks her head into the crook of his neck and slings a leg over his hips. "Hope you don't mind that I'm staying the night," she whispers.

"No, I don't mind at all."

~~~

Toph wakes up to warmth at her back and an insistent hardness poking at her ass. She immediately smiles as she remembers that Aang is behind her and that it's his morning wood rising to meet her. She wiggles her hips a little and unconsciously, Aang bucks into her.

Giggling a little, she turns around in his arms and nuzzles her face into his chest. Hearing a hum rumble in his chest, she looks up at him. "Good morning," he says, his voice deep with sleep and makes a fire burn in between her legs.

Dropping her face back to his chest, she bites back a smile and says, "Good morn-" she is cut off by a shriek that is heard from outside his room.

The pair of them pull back from each other and look towards the door as if it will give them some kind of answer. A moment later, a banging is heard on said door followed by, "Aang, I swear to fuck, if you don't get out here and disinfect this fucking counter!"

#taang #taang smut #smut #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla smut #tumblr prompt #tumblr prompt continued #toph beifong #aang #toph x aang #aang x toph #the smuttiness was not beta'd because we die like jet #and tbh #i didn't even beta this shit #im just kind of hoping Grammarly caught everythign

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sunnytastic · 1 month

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my favorite part of fandom is that each one has a unique "no beta, we die like ____" tag

#no beta we die like jet #no beta we die like edmund #no beta we die like luke #etc etc #fandom

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paranoid-spotlight-everest · 1 year

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Schoolboy Crush (zukaang)

Part 1:The Meet-cute(with fiery tension!)

Aang grinned, the wind in his face as his penguin slid down the hill. He was speeding down and then… whoomp! The fire nation person attacking Sokka lost balance as Aang slid under his legs. Aang couldn't see it, but he could hear the shout of surprise and "Oomph-" as he landed on his face.

Aang's penguin bucked him off as he slid to stop in front of Katara, Sokka, and the village.

"Hey, Katara! Hey, Sokka!" The 115-year-old airbender greeted.

"Hey, Aang." Sokka grumpily replied. He had grey and black paint on his face, probably a water tribe custom. "Thanks for coming."

Aang turned back to soldiers. "No pro-" he stopped, frozen. Not literally, even though the South Pole was probably cold to someone who couldn't regulate their temperature.

The soldier he had knocked over had gotten up, smoothly rising to his feet. He had such�� presence. Such confidence.

His brow furrowed in concentration, his handsome haughty as he extended his arms, and then fell into a firebending stance. Aang watched his elegant posture, his strong, armor plated arms, torso, and chest, before he realized fire nation soldiers were surrounding him.

This probably wasn't the best time to stare, slack jawed. Aang rose, but didn't fall into a defensive stance. He struck… some kind of pose. He was going for charming and cool.

"So, handsome," he smirked, hoping he looked roguish and charming. "You're looking for me? I'm flattered!"

The soldiers were a bit too close for comfort, interrupting this meet-cute Aang and Fire-guy had going on, so Aang blew them back a couple feet, using his most elegant and exaggerated moves.

Fire-guy was slack jawed, obviously wowed by Aang's skilled flirtation and impressive bending. Aang puffed out his chest and grinned widely.

Then Fire-guy spluttered, cheeks flaming. The snow melted off his armor, and Fire-guy fell into a powerful, defensive stance. His brow furrowed, and a concentrated frown tugged down his beautiful pink lips. He was SOOO HOTTT, the confidence, the subtle firebending like it was nothing, his face, the strength!

"You're the airbender?!" Fire-guy exclaimed, and the awe in his tone was enough to encourage Aang's confidence, despite the undoubted danger.

Aang's cheeks heated, and a smile tugged up his face as Fire-guy asked, "You're the Avatar?"

He heard Sokka and Katara voice their surprise, but he tamped down his guilt to focus. Fire-guy was coming closer, strong arms flexed into a fighting stance.

"I've spent years preparing for this encounter," he said, his voice smooth and almost soft. Aang felt weak. He knew this probably wasn't intentionally romantic, but boyyyyy, was it hot.

"Training, meditating," Fire-guy continued, his large, practiced hands flexing into a firebending stance, still walking closer. He was pretty short, only had about an inch or so on Aang himself, who had yet to get his growth spurt.

Aang was forced to step back, due to Fire-guy's offensive position. But he wasn't discouraged, he and Fire-guy had common ground! "I meditate too! Y'k-"

Fire-guy spoke right over him. Rude!

"You're just a child." He snarled, and Aang scowled.

"We're like, the same age! And you're just a teenager!" This was banter, this was fine.

Fire-guy looked like he was about to say something, his beautiful face screwed up in focused concentration.

"A very hot teenager!" Aang rushed to add, winking with his most charming smile.

Fire-guy's frown slipped, replaced by surprise, and hopefully the good kind. He spluttered again, and the soldiers with him traded looks.

"Hot?!" He squeaked, voice cracking slightly. Aang grinned wide, stepping closer, but Fire-guy regained his footing and sent a burst of fire at him.

Aang nearly didn't dodge in time, watching Fire-guy's arms and torso move in smooth, strong, practiced motions, and then beautiful fire follow the path of his arms.

"Hey, could you keep the fire pointed slightly away?" Aang requested politely, grin ever so slightly forced. "Not that wasn't sexy as-" Another burst of fire stopped inches from his face.

Aang blocked streaks of fire deftly and skillfully. Hopefully, this would impress Fire-guy, like some kind of courting ritual, and then Aang could show him- well, no, Fire-guy would have to show him some places to have a good time 100 years in the future.

But then a fire blast was aimed at the village kids behind him, and Aang pushed it upward with surprising force. His jaw set, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"If I go with you, will you promise to leave everyone alone?" Aang asked. He didn't exactly want to be captured, he hoped for sweeping him off his feet and leaving the army forever, but the village's safety came first.

Fire-guy stepped back, arms falling to his sides before crossing over his chest, and Aang's beautiful soon-to-be boyfriend (fingers crossed!) nodded silently. He was so distinguished and honorable. Probably not trustworthy, but who needed trust when you were as gorgeous as him!

Guards came up from behind him and clamped their hands on his shoulders. Aang gathered his confidence as he was marched forward into the ship.

He heard Katara shout, "Aang, don't do this!" He looked back at the Water Tribe siblings, forcing an encouraging smile.

"I'll be fine! Just ough-" his words hitched as a soldier shoved him forward. He'd have to have a talk with the guy once Fire-guy had fallen for him and everything had been cleared up.

"Take care of Appa for me! Remember to-" his voice is cut off as the ship's door closes, and Aang feels like he's been swallowed by a monster.

He squares his shoulders and looks ahead to Fire-guy's proud stride. He's about to crack a joke when Fire-guy shouts, "Set a course for the Fire Nation!" As attractive as his confident command is, Aang still feels dread pool in his stomach, and he barely swallows through the lump in his throat.

@my-throwaway-tbh

#zukaang #zukaang fic #my writing #no beta we die like jet

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ssreeder · 2 years

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Hi, I know it's a stupid question but I was wondering how Zuko calls Sokka on his mind, I mean Sokka use (his fire bender ) but what about Zuko?

I don’t think it’s a stupid question!!

Honestly… I doubt Zuko has the same mindset Sokka does, but I’m sure he thinks about his Water Tribe boy frequently.

But Zuko’s brain is more insecure & probably views himself as undeserving of Sokka’s love and affection.

So when Sokka is smiling at him & thinking “my fire bender”

Zuko is likely unraveling -

why is he staring at me like that?

Did I say something weird?

Fuck, what was the last thing I said?

Fuck I bet it was really stupid.

Why does he like me?

He said he likes me… but why?

Fuck he is still staring at me… I should say something. But something… idk nice?

Zuko: *glares at Sokka*

“what?”

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mycomfortblanket · 1 year

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"I really dislike you," // "Oh, so you don't hate me anymore?" Jetkka @krastbannert

It's hard trusting Jet again after everything that they have been through, but the determination on his face as he stares down at a map is making Sokka pause. He seems more adrenalized about finding Appa than the rest of them have felt for a few weeks now. The renewed energy is kind of refreshing.

"Are you sure you know where to look?" Sokka glances down at the map and back up at Jet's face skeptically. His eyes travel along his jawline and take in the windswept look of his hair. Since the Freedom Fighters found them, Jet has been without the piece of hay in his mouth and he honestly looks better without it. It doesn't pull the gaze away from the way his lips are constantly on the ready to turn up into a smirk nor does it distract from the hungry, predatory gleam that seems to only be in his eyes when he looks at Sokka.

"I don't know exactly what it is, but trust me, I'll know when I see it," Jet says determinedly, not looking toward him.

"Yeah, trust you. That's something we won't have a problem doing," Sokka hears Katara mutter from across the room and knows that Jet must have also heard it but is seeming to ignore the comment.

Aang walks up on the other side of Jet's shoulder and looks down at the map as well, confusion furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at the crisscross of the city streets. His eyes drift back up and again, he follows the cut of his jaw and the hunch of his shoulders as he studies the map. Suddenly, Jet's hand shoots down onto the table to point at something causing him to jerk out of his staring situation. He's pointing at a particular street that dead ends at a lake. "Here, Lake Laogai."

"Lake Laogai, yeah, that doesn't sound fake," Katara says sarcastically under her breath but she walks over to look at the map as well.

"Didn't we go there once? There wasn't anything but a partially dried-up lake and some dead shrubs," Toph calls from the other room. They can hear her digging through the extensively stocked cabinets for some food. Something is continuously crashing to the floor as she continues to search for something particular.

"It's under the lake," Jet murmurs.

The crashing in the kitchen stops and a few seconds later, Toph emerges from the kitchen, "I'm sorry, I was in the other room in pursuit of something, I think I misheard. Did he say 'under the lake'?" She asks, disbelief lacing her words.

~~~

As Toph opens up the tunnel that will take them down to the interconnecting channels of the underground compound, Sokka whistles in appreciation. Already his brain is whirling with the physics that had to go into building something underneath a lake. How strong the stones had to be to ensure that the water above the compound wouldn't collapse the structure. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jet shoot him a smirk, "Told you it was here."

Sokka's appreciation quickly dissipates and is replaced with an annoyed glare that he sends toward Jet, "I really dislike you," he grumbles.

Jet's smirk deepens and Sokka can feel himself flush from his face down to his chest, "Oh, you don't hate me anymore?"

"Let's just get through this and we can discuss how I actually feel about you," Sokka says, swallowing a little. He looks back over to where everyone is starting to climb down the ladder and into the tunnel when he sees Toph giving him a 'are you serious' look. Shrugging and adverting his gaze, he makes his way over to the ladder.

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juniperhillpatient · 2 years

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so my sister and I had an “art burn” last night (where we burn our art that we hate for catharsis) & I honestly cannot stop laughing at this picture I took of a really ugly picture of jet that I ended up despising as it burns 😭😂

#maybe this is only funny for me and my sister but we laughed for like 20 minutes about this #she burned an OC she was unhappy with but first we had Jet & the OC bond over having fucked up faces #they (the pictures) kissed before going into the fire to die together 😔#shit posting #rose.txt

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ROLF “RIFF LORTON” LAUTMANN - primary

it feels so scary getting old ; verse - pre canon

born to die young ; verse - canon.

one step ahead of the wrecking ball ; verse - post canon.

when are you gonna grow up ; verse - modern

pretty girls wanting to dance ; verse - 20’s verse

you gotta get your story straight ; verse - crossovers

ANTON “TONY” WYZEK - secondary

we’ll never be those kids again ; verse -pre canon: pre egyptian kings fight

locked up like that ; verse - pre canon: jail

maybe i gotta stay by myself ; verse - pre canon: post jail

this ain’t casual like that ; verse - canon

life matters even more than love ; verse - post canon

i sweep as good as you pay ; verse - modern

if we had anywhere better to be ; verse - crossovers

ISAAC “ICE” HARRISON - secondary

from your first cigarette ; verse - pre canon

when you’re a jet, you’re a jet all the way ; verse - canon

you dishonor yourselves. you dishonor your dead. ; verse - post canon

you’re never alone. you’re never disconnected. ; verse - modern

where’d you come from? ; verse - crossovers

GRAZIELLA “GRAZI” MORETTI - secondary

i wanna dance, goddammit! ; verse - pre canon

you swore to me you wasn’t starting nothing ; verse - canon

i wanna see him ; verse - post canon

you were only gonna challenge ‘em peaceable ; verse - modern

like i know. like he tells me anything. ; verse - crossovers

BERNARDO VASQUEZ - secondary

i think i’ll go back to san juan ; verse - pre canon

and he fights in the streets ; verse - canon

we’re not relocating ; verse - post canon

it’s how he got to be a great boxer ; verse - modern

maybe you’ll get to see me fight ; verse - crossovers

MARIA VASQUEZ - secondary

just me and papi for five years without you! ; verse - pre canon

for i’m loved by a pretty, wonderful boy! ; verse - canon

i can kill now because i hate now ; verse - post canon

you don't shop in gimbels. you clean in gimbels. ; verse - modern

this is not the maria we know ; verse - crossovers

ANITA NUÑEZ - secondary

always the coffee blossoms blowing ; verse - pre canon

life can be bright in america ; verse - canon

you think i want to stay here? ; verse - post canon

hemming pants and sewing neckties ; verse - modern

you are dreaming ; verse - crossovers

#char : riff lorton #it feels so scary getting old ; verse #born to die young ; verse #one step ahead of the wrecking ball ; verse #pretty girls wanting to dance ; verse #you gotta get your story straight ; verse #char : tony wyzek #we’ll never be those kids again ; verse #locked up like that ; verse #maybe i gotta stay by myself ; verse #this ain’t casual like that ; verse #life matters even more than love ; verse #if we had anywhere better to be ; verse #char : ice harrison #from your first cigarette ; verse #when you’re a jet‚ you’re a jet all the way ; verse #you dishonor yourselves. you dishonor your dead. ; verse #you’re never alone‚ you’re never disconnected ; verse #where’d you come from? ; verse #char : graziella moretti #i wanna dance‚ goddammit! ; verse #you swore to me you wasn’t starting nothing ; verse #i wanna see him ; verse #you were only gonna challenge ‘em peaceable ; verse #like i know. like he tells me anything. ; verse #char : bernardo vasquez #i think i’ll go back to san juan ; verse #and he fights in the streets ; verse #we’re not relocating ; verse #it’s how he got to be a great boxer ; verse

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