![]() “Jet, that is disgusting and I hope she beats you up one day.” “I know she’s blind, but I mean, we aren’t.” “Your loss, now that she’s grown and all,” Jet says, reviewing the online orders coming in. “I have also known Toph since she was little and I am not going to be thinking of her in that way.” “No, that’s Toph,” Sokka sighs, throwing another pizza in the oven. “What’s the deal with Suki?” Sokka asks, confused. “So what’s the deal with this chick?” Jet asks, the night before the concert ( the date? or just the concert? Sokka wasn’t sure). Sokka would figure out some way to delete her number off Jet’s phone after going out with Suki. Katara’s phone number be damned, not to hell, but to Jet’s possession (arguably worse, but Sokka wasn’t thinking too much about it). Suki had invited him to go see the Kyoshi Warriors open for some musician at the local dive, Tyro’s Tavern, and he knew that if he wanted a shot with her, he had to go. Having his sister threaten to kill him might not have been worth Jet taking his next Friday night shift, but hindsight is 20/20. Sokka could kiss Aang, if Aang wasn’t engaged to his sister, and if Sokka kissed guys. She angrily mutters, “You better, and you owe me one,” and then leaves Sokka against the wall as she walks towards the door. Her finger wags a few times before she brings it down. “I’ll get rid of your contact information on his phone,” Sokka whispers quickly, hoping it will save him. Sokka knows they have about ten seconds before Aang can see them. Katara pauses, furious eyes still focused on her brother. “Hey, I’m home!” Aang’s voice calls from the front door, which Sokka blissfully hears opening and closing. “What on earth did you need, that you could possibly justify giving away my private phone number, to the most annoying man on the planet, Sokka, you absolute idiot-” Katara points her finger at Sokka’s face, getting as close as she can to him. “Listen, I needed Jet to help me with something, and he just wanted your number in return. “Apparently somewhat stupid! As you’ve so kindly told me many times before,” he says, putting his hands up. “You gave Jet my number and didn’t know that he would text me? How stupid are you?” she shouts. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know he would actually text you!” Sokka justifies, backing away from her and eyeing the window to his side. “SOKKA!” Katara yells, eyes narrowed and murderous. Sokka would give her a kiss, murmur, I’ll see ya with Agni, baby, give her a wink and exit the earth. Suki would be by his side, crying, w hat will I do without the smartest, most muscular man alive, loving me. Maybe he would be sleeping in a field of flowers when death took him. But that didn’t mean it wouldn’t still be beautiful. But still.) If Sokka was being realistic, he imagined himself having a boring death in old age. Or tackling an assassin in order to save Aang, or Katara, or Suki, or Toph. Like throwing himself in front of a truck to save a baby or two. When Sokka imagined death, he always thought it would take him in some exquisite, beautiful way. a hint of sokka/suki at the beginning but it is quickly crushed.accidentally discovering zukos lube o.O.the momo and sokka friendship we deserve.sokka writes lyrics and delivers pizzas aka he is a Dream Man.the gaang is a band and so is the blue spirit.in this house we disrespect haru's mustache. #SIFU HOTMAN MATCHES LYRICS ARCHIVE#Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. ![]()
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