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~☆I'm spilling my guts on this blog most of the time so don't mind me☆~ °•if you want to give me advice on things I don't mind•° ♡I'm autistic and struggle with emotions♡

[magscornerstore]

unfortunately im not normal and have to insert myself into every piece of media i consume

[3racha-agustd]

Loves of my life ❤️‍🔥

[singse]

aang's always got an arm around your waist.

zuko's aways got his hand on the small of your back.

katara's always got her hand entwined with yours.

sokka's always got an arm slung low so his hand curves around your hip.

toph's always got her hand on your ass.

[the-ody-ssey]

I've recently been on the avatar side of tiktok and I've been BAWLING over this freaking comment

THE CREATIVITY??? OH MY GOOOODDD IM LITERALLY SOBBING

SERIOUS APPLAUSE TO THE ONE WHO WROTE IT

[tatsuscripter]

im about to nut.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Sokka SFW FIC's*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🪃:The Necklace

🪃:That's a rock

🪃: Fire Safety Lecture

🪃:The cave of two lovers

🪃:Saving your ass.

🪃:Back Off Bitch

🪃:Six kids!

🪃:I won't say I'm in love

🪃:

🪃:

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🍒:Sokka's favorite places for sex

🍒: accidental

🍒: Face Ridding Sokka to shut him up.

🍒:Strategy meeting derailed

🍒:

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Zuko SFW FIC's*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🔥:Baby's first fire

🔥:Daughter's first festival.

🔥: Zuko x plus size!Reader taking a bath together.

🔥:Beautiful

🔥:

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🍒:Up Against the Palace Doors

🍒:

🍒:

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Aang SFW FIC's*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🌼: He's the avatar?!!....And?

🌼:This is Appa & Momo

🌼:No longer alone

🌼: Clueless Aang

🌼:My Spot

🌼:I can't lose you.

🌼:You'll Always be my husband.

🌼:Bending Children

🌼:He's one Bender.

🌼:Sex! now!

🌼:

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍒SMUT CONTENT BELOW🍒ɞ˚‧｡⋆

🍒: Repopulating the Air Nation.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Katara SFW FIC's*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🌊: My New Bodyguard

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Non-Avatar Gang characters SFW FIC's*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

🎇:

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🍒: The Dragon of the West- Iroh

🍒:Goodboy - Avatar Wan

[multi-fandom-imagine]

The moment you planted yourself in the middle of the room, hands on your hips, finger pointed like you were about to declare war, everyone knew something was about to go terribly, terribly wrong.

“Sex. Now.” you announced with absolute authority, eyes locked onto your husband. “We are going to repopulate the Air Nomads.”

Silence.

Utter, suffocating silence.

Aang immediately panicked.

Instead of stepping forward like a dignified Avatar he was supposed to be…he did the worst possible thing, he sidestepped behind Sokka and grabbed onto his shoulder like a shield.

“I’m scaroused,” Aang whispered, peeking over Sokka’s shoulder with wide, betrayed eyes.

Sokka froze mid-bite, staring straight ahead like his soul had left his body. “…Why are you involving me in this?”

From the side, Katara slowly lowered her face into her hands. “I cannot believe this is my life.”

Meanwhile, Toph was absolutely thriving. “No, no—don’t stop. This is the most entertaining thing I’ve ‘seen’ all week.”

You, however, were not here for commentary.

Your eyes narrowed.

“Sokka...step aside.” You voice in that tone that everyone knew something would go down

Sokka panicking himself immediately tried to push him forward. “Yep!!' nope....this is between you two, buddy, I am not taking that hit—”

Too late.

You marched forward hip checking Sokka aside as you grabbed Aang by the arm, and yanked causing him to stumble. “GOOD..Stay out of my way!.”

Aang let out a very undignified noise as he was dragged out from behind Sokka, clinging for half a second before losing his grip completely. “SOKKA, DON’T LET HER—!”

“I’M NOT DYING FOR YOU!”

Katara groaned. “At least go somewhere private!!!please and not on the table were we hold meetings.!”

Toph, grinning, called after you, “Make some little airbenders!”

“TOPH!”

Aang, now fully being hauled down the hallway, looked back one last time with the expression of a man who had accepted his fate. “…Tell Appa I love him.”

“You’ll be fine!” Sokka shouted. Then, after a pause, “Probably!”

The door slammed behind you both.There was a long moment of silence.

Then Sokka slowly turned to Katara. “…So. You think they’ll actually—”

Katara didn’t even look up. “Finish that sentence and I will end you.”

Toph snorted. “Too late. They’re already getting to work.”

"TOPH!"

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Back off, Bitch!! || Sokka ||

A/n: reader maybe a bit jealous.

The whole thing started because some girl, loud, giggly, very bold decided that flirting with Sokka right in front of you was a good idea.

Fun fact....It wasn’t.

You had been standing there, arms crossed, fire practically flickering at your fingertips as she leaned in just a little too close, laughing at something that wasn’t even funny. Sokka, bless him, looked confused more than anything, glancing between you and her like he was trying to solve a puzzle he absolutely did not want to be part of.

Then you stepped forward.

Slow. Calm. Smiling in a way that was not friendly with your head tilted to the side speaking through very clenched teeth.

“If you ever flirt with my boyfriend again...,” you said sweetly, voice just a little too quiet, “I’m gonna punch you again and again and again and again and again and again and again…” your fist was raised as you jerked your hand up.

The girl blinked.

Sokka blinked.

Across the space, Toph Beifong let out a snort.

“…okay, that was kinda hot,” she muttered, already entertained.

Katara grabbed your arm. “Hey...hey...maybe we don’t threaten people today—”

But the girl scoffed.

Actually scoffed.

And that?

That was the mistake.

Later....because apparently people don't listen to threats.

“I warned you, skank!!”

The fight exploded like a bomb going off.

One second it was yelling, the next you were lunging forward, hands grabbing, hair being pulled, both of you stumbling straight toward the edge of the water. She shrieked, you cackled, and then.

Splash.

You dragged her down with you, water went everywhere.

Someone screamed.

Someone cheered.

“OH MY GOD—” Katara’s voice shot up an octave. “STOP!!! STOP....THIS IS NOT HOW WE HANDLE CONFLICT—”

Toph was doubled over laughing. “NO, KEEP GOING!!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE—”

“Babe! No!!” Sokka shouted, pacing helplessly at the edge like he physically did not know what to do with his hands. “I don’t know how much authority I have if you get arrested!!”

“You have none!” Katara snapped at him.

Meanwhile, you had successfully dunked the girl again, coming up soaked, hair clinging to your face, eyes wild with victory as she sputtered and tried to claw her way out of your grip.

“YOU SHOULD’VE LISTENED.!!!!! I WARNED YOU!"

“GET OFF ME—”

A sudden rush of air whooshed between you as Aang finally stepped in, bending a controlled gust that physically separated you both, dragging you backward across the wet ground.

“Okay! Okay!!! everyone take a breath—!” he said, voice strained like he was trying very hard not to laugh and fail at being the responsible one.

"SHUT UP AANG!!.." You were still reaching forward. “LET ME AT HER—”

“I think she’s learned her lesson!” Aang insisted.

“She hasn’t!!”

And then suddenly, you were lifted.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Zuko said flatly, hoisting you clean off the ground and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Zuko!! PUT ME DOWN—” you kicked uselessly, still dripping water everywhere.

Behind you, the girl finally scrambled away, coughing and soaked and absolutely done.

But you weren’t.You twisted just enough, hand still clutching something, and then you held it up triumphantly.

A clump of hair.

“Ahah! GOT YOUR HAIR, BITCH!”

Toph lost it, full-on wheezing.

Katara buried her face in her hands.

Aang turned away, shoulders shaking because he was definitely laughing now.

And Sokka?

Sokka just stared at you, soaked, feral, grinning like a menace over Zuko’s shoulder and then dragged a hand down his face.

“…I mean,” he muttered, trying and failing not to smile, “on the bright side… I feel very loved right now.”

Katara dragged a hand down her face, rubbing the bridge of her nose like she was physically trying to massage the chaos out of existence. “I can’t believe she’s Zuko’s bodyguard.”

Over his shoulder, you were still squirming like a feral cat, dripping water everywhere, hair half-falling out of its tie as you pointed aggressively in the direction the girl had fled. “PUT ME DOWN! I WILL SET HER ON FIRE—”

“YOU WILL NOT!” Katara snapped immediately, turning on you with full older-sister authority.

From the sidelines, Toph Beifong threw her hands up. “Oh man, I wish I could’ve seen that! Someone give me a play-by-play, did she cry? I hope she cried.”

“She definitely screamed,” Aang said, trying and failing to sound neutral. His lips twitched. “And there was… a lot of splashing.”

“Not helping, Aang,” Katara shot back instantly.

“I mean,” Aang added, shoulders lifting in a helpless shrug, “she did warn her.”

Katara whipped around. “Aang—!”

Meanwhile, Zuko didn’t even break stride, still carrying you like this was a completely normal Tuesday. “You’re done,” he said flatly, ignoring your continued kicking.

“I AM NOT DONE—”

“You’re done.”

Behind them, Sokka jogged to catch up, still wide-eyed, still processing, but very clearly trying not to grin. “Okay, but...like...hypothetically, if someone did deserve it…”

Katara spun on him. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Sokka raised his hands immediately. “I’m just saying there was a warning. A very clear, very repetitive warning—”

“I SAID IT LIKE SEVEN TIMES!” you yelled proudly from over Zuko’s shoulder.

Toph clapped once. “See? Communication. Healthy relationship stuff.”

Katara looked like she was about two seconds away from screaming.

“You cannot just attack people because they flirt with your boyfriend!”

“She touched his arm,” you snapped.

“She laughed at his jokes,” Toph added, like that alone was a crime punishable by death, fueling the fire.

“That’s what people do when they flirt!” Katara argued.

“Exactly!” you shot back. "That bitch knew!!!"

Aang turned away again, shoulders shaking.

Sokka rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at you, now soaked, furious, still holding that clump of hair like a trophy and then at Katara, who looked like she was aging in real time.

“…For the record,” he said slowly, trying to sound serious and failing just a little, “I didn’t like her either.”

Katara made a noise of pure disbelief.

Toph wheezed.

Zuko kept walking.

And you, still thrown over his shoulder like a menace to society, lifted the hair higher with a feral little grin.

“Worth it.”

[m31snot]

The whole cast is hot asf

No joke, I'd let them dominate me

[rubyyworld]

My mannnnn

[santosscissorsister]

y’all irritate me. listen.

this is not about what kinks you write, no one gives a fuck if you write the most taboo, dark shit in the world. (and if they do, they can scroll or get off tumblr)

but TAG YOUR SHIT PROPERLY.

this includes tagging x readers on fic tags, taking MALE CHARACTER x reader under lesbian/sapphic x readers.

if you’re going to have dark or taboo kinks, tag them.

if you’re going to have talk about bodily fluids or functions, you tag it.

violence? tag it.

death or severe injury? tag it.

mental health tag it.

you tag shit so everyone knows what they’re getting into.

this isn’t rocket science, it’s common fucking courtesy. if this is too much work, go make a fucking wattpad or something.

tag your shit and no one has to make posts like this.

okay thank you for you time mwah mwah

[zombiloverz]

Don’t worry Zuko, Sokka, and Aang mommy’s coming

[that-one-fangirl69]

I've seen a lot of ff writers apologize for their fic being "self-indulgent" which baffles me cause like is that not the entire concept of fanfiction?????

SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, "FANFICTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE SELF-INDULGENT"

[wiinterz]

gotta fuck cassie mckay or i will cause a problem for everyone.

[ramen-flavored]

“What if I don’t come back?”

And what the fuck does that mean, Michael?

[belleeebelleee]

Twenty-Seven Minutes

masterlist

Your first shift at The Pitt lasts twenty-seven minutes.

You’ll remember that number forever.

The ER is chaos the moment you step onto the floor — alarms chiming, stretchers rolling, voices overlapping. Exactly what you expected from the busiest emergency department in the city.

What you didn’t expect was becoming a patient before you even learned where the break room was.

You’re halfway through helping an agitated patient settle into a bed when everything goes wrong.

He snaps.

One second he’s shouting.

The next he’s lunging.

You barely register the movement before something slams into you.

The world tilts.

Your shoulder hits the floor first, then the back of your head.

Someone shouts your name.

“HEY—!”

The patient swings again—

—but he never reaches you.

Two bodies crash into him from the side.

One tackles his torso.

The other takes his legs out from under him.

The man goes down hard.

When the chaos settles, security finally arrives and drags the patient away.

But the damage is done.

Because now you’re on the floor.

And two very panicked coworkers are hovering over you.

“Hey—hey—don’t move.”

The voice belongs to Dr Dennis Whitaker. His hair is a mess and his chest is still heaving from tackling a grown man.

Next to him, Mateo Diaz, who looks just as winded, hair a mess from wrestling the patient to the floor, and an expressions that says he’s about ready to punch a wall.

“You okay?” Mateo asks urgently.

You blink at the ceiling.

“…I think so.”

Whitaker winces.

“That is not a reassuring answer.”

Someone pushes through the crowd forming around you.

“Move.”

The sharp command belongs to Dr Cassie McKay.

She crouches beside you, already pulling out a penlight.

“Follow the light.”

You groan.

“I literally just got here.”

“Congratulations,” Victoria Javadi replies dryly. “You’re already making an impression.”

Behind her, Dr Trinity Santos is glaring toward the hallway where the patient was taken.

“If security had been faster—”

“They weren’t,” says Dr Samira Mohan calmly, checking your pulse.

Whitaker rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

“He swung at her,” he explains, like he’s still trying to process it.

Mateo scoffs.

“He shouldn’t have gotten that close.”

Dr Cassie McKay leans into your line of sight again.

“Well,” she sighs gently, “I guess I’m your doctor now.”

You stare at her.

“…You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

She gestures toward a gurney.

“Let’s get our brand-new nurse off the floor.”

Ten Minutes Later

You’re lying on a gurney.

Your head throbs.

You shoulder aches.

And apparently half the ER staff has decided to supervise your care.

At the foot of the bed stands Dana Evans.

She looks… furious.

Not at you.

At the situation.

“You’ve been here,” Dana says slowly, “less than half an hour.”

You raise a weak hand.

“Twenty-seven minutes.”

Dana closes her eyes.

Across the room, Dr Mel King mutters, “Well. That’s a record.”

“Mel,” Dana snaps.

She shrugs.

Cassie checks the back of your head again.

“Any nausea?”

“No.”

“Blurred vision?”

“No.”

“Desire to strangle the patient who hit you?”

“Maybe.”

Cassie smiles faintly.

“Good sign.”

Whitaker and Mateo are still standing nearby.

Neither of them has left your side.

“You should’ve seen him,” Mateo says, still angry. “Guy just snapped.”

Whitaker nods quietly.

“He swung at her twice.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

Trinity’s jaw tightens.

“He what?”

Mateo points toward you.

“If we hadn’t grabbed him—”

“Enough,” Dana says firmly.

The room falls silent.

“We’re not doing hypotheticals.”

She looks at Cassie.

“Tests?”

“Concussion protocol,” Cassie says.

“CT scan just to be safe.”

You sigh.

“I hate this.”

“Get used to it,” Mel says from the corner.

“Welcome to The Pitt.”

Later That Night

Night shift starts while you’re still in the department.

And the moment he walks in, someone fills him in.

Across the ER, Dr Jack Abbott freezes mid-step.

“…The new nurse got assaulted?”

Whitaker rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah.”

Jack exhales slowly.

He walks over to your gurney.

Studies you.

Then shakes his head.

“Horrifying,” he mutters.

Then, after a beat—

“Unfortunately not surprising.”

From the nurses’ station, Dr Michael Robinavitch overhears.

He doesn’t look surprised either.

Just concerned.

“Security reports,” Robby says. “I want them.”

Dana nods.

“They’re coming.”

The ER hums around you.

But something has changed.

Everyone keeps glancing your way.

Checking.

Making sure you’re okay.

You sigh quietly.

“Well,” you mumble.

“Worst first day ever.”

Mateo pulls up a chair beside your gurney like he’s not going anywhere.

Whitaker leans against the wall nearby.

Neither of them argues.

Mateo smirks.

“Technically… You survived your first shift.”

Whitaker nods.

“Which means you’re officially one of us now.”

You groan.

“…That’s not comforting.”

Across the room, Trinity mutters, “She’s not walking anywhere in this hospital alone again.”

And somehow—

You believe her.

[notacluelessblonde00]

i’m in love with dennis whitaker. send tweet.