Last season of Euphoria really is so ugly and reflective of American society and rising conservatism rn. Nothing but shitty Bible propaganda, rampant anti-blackness, exploitation and humiliation of women and the abuse of sex workers shown to the audience for lurid thrills, one of the lesbian leads dead and another (the trans one) trapped in an outlandish D/s sugar baby relationship tormented and making art and chasing male approval….we live in HELL. It’s so obvious how much this season was injected with stupid ass misogynistic ass homophobic/transphobic ass fantasies and I HATE it.
fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”
if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.
tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..
the beginning of it all~ (This is part 5)
psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok
"Come on," Sokka said, appearing at your tent at dawn with two fishing poles and an infectious grin. "We're going on an adventure."
You blinked sleep from your eyes. "An adventure?"
"A fishing trip. Just you and me. I know a great spot about an hour from here." His expression softened. "I thought we could use some time away from... everything."
He meant away from the tension, from Zuko's intense presence, from the weight of the situation you'd all found yourselves in. A day to just be, without the complicated feelings pressing down on you.
"Give me five minutes to get ready."
His grin widened. "I'll be waiting."
The walk to Sokka's fishing spot took you through a beautiful stretch of forest, following a stream that gradually widened into a river. Sokka kept up a steady stream of commentary—pointing out edible plants, telling stories about fishing trips with his father, making you laugh with increasingly ridiculous jokes.
"And then the fish said, 'That's not a worm, that's my wife!'" he finished, looking at you expectantly.
You groaned. "That's the same structure as your boomerang joke."
"It's a classic structure! It works!"
"It really doesn't."
"You're laughing though."
He was right—you were laughing, the sound bright and genuine in the morning air. "I'm laughing at you, not with you."
"I'll take it." He grabbed your hand, tugging you forward. "Come on, we're almost there."
The spot he'd chosen was perfect—a wide, calm section of river with a sandy beach on one side and large rocks perfect for sitting on the other. The water was crystal clear, and you could see fish darting beneath the surface.
"Wow," you breathed. "This is beautiful."
"Right?" Sokka was already setting up the fishing poles, his movements practiced and efficient. "I found it a few weeks ago when I was scouting. Been waiting for the right time to bring you here."
"The right time?"
He handed you a pole, his fingers lingering on yours. "Yeah. When we could be alone. When I could have you all to myself for a day."
Your heart skipped. "Sokka—"
"No pressure," he said quickly. "I just... I like spending time with you. And I thought you might like a break from all the drama."
"I do," you admitted. "Thank you for this."
His smile was soft, genuine. "Anytime."
Fishing with Sokka was surprisingly peaceful. He showed you how to bait the hook, how to cast the line, how to wait with patience for the telltale tug that meant you'd caught something. You sat side by side on the rocks, your shoulders touching, the sun warm on your face.
"My dad taught me to fish," Sokka said after a while, his voice quiet. "Back in the South Pole. It was one of the few times he wasn't busy with warrior stuff, you know? Just the two of us, sitting on the ice, waiting for the fish to bite."
"You miss him."
"Yeah." He was quiet for a moment. "I miss a lot of things about home. But I also... I don't know if I could go back. Not permanently. Too much has changed. I've changed."
You looked at him—really looked at him. At the boy who'd grown into a man over the course of a war, who'd lost so much but somehow kept his humor, his heart.
"How do you do it?" you asked softly.
"Do what?"
"Stay so... light. After everything you've been through. Everything you've lost."
Sokka was quiet for a long moment, his eyes on the water. "I don't, always. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I can't breathe because I'm thinking about my mom, or all the people we couldn't save, or how close we came to losing everything." He glanced at you, his expression vulnerable. "But I learned a long time ago that you can't live in the darkness. You have to find the light where you can, even if it's just a stupid joke or a good meal or..." He paused. "Or a beautiful girl who laughs at your terrible sense of humor."
Your breath caught. "Sokka—"
"I'm not always okay," he continued. "But I'm okay more often when you're around. You make me want to be the best version of myself. The version that deserves someone like you."
You set down your fishing pole and turned to face him fully. "You already are that version. You don't have to earn anything."
His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. "You really believe that?"
"Yes."
He kissed you then, soft and sweet, tasting like salt air and sunshine. You melted into him, your hands fisting in his shirt, and let yourself have this moment of simple, uncomplicated affection.
When you pulled apart, his forehead rested against yours. "I really like you," he murmured.
"I really like you too."
"Even though I'm competing with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding?"
You laughed despite yourself. "Even though."
"I can work with that." He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, then pulled back with a grin. "Now come on, these fish aren't going to catch themselves."
By midday, you'd caught enough fish for a proper meal. Sokka built a fire on the beach and showed you how to prepare them the Water Tribe way—wrapped in leaves and cooked directly on the coals.
"This is really good," you said around a mouthful of fish.
"Right? My gran-gran's recipe." He took a bite of his own, looking pleased. "She'd be proud that I remembered."
You ate in comfortable silence, the sound of the river providing a peaceful backdrop. After you'd finished, Sokka lay back on the sand, his hands behind his head, staring up at the sky.
"Come here," he said, patting the sand beside him.
You settled down next to him, and he immediately pulled you closer, his arm around your shoulders. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"Tell me something," Sokka said after a while. "Something you've never told anyone else."
You thought about it. "Sometimes I'm scared that I don't actually know who I am. Like, the war defined so much of my life, and now that it's over, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. Who I'm supposed to be."
His arm tightened around you. "I think that's normal. We all spent so long fighting that peace feels weird."
"Do you know who you are? Without the war?"
"I'm figuring it out." He was quiet for a moment. "I know I'm someone who cares about the people around me. Someone who wants to make a difference, even if it's just making someone laugh when they're sad. Someone who..." He paused. "Someone who's falling for a girl who's way too good for him."
You lifted your head to look at him. "I'm not too good for you."
"You are, though." His smile was soft, almost sad. "But I'm selfish enough to want you anyway."
"Sokka—"
"I know it's complicated. I know you have feelings for Zuko too. And I'm trying to be okay with that, I really am." His hand came up to stroke your hair. "But I need you to know that I'm all in. Whatever this is, whatever it becomes, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Tears pricked at your eyes. "What if I can't choose? What if I want both of you and that's not fair to either of you?"
"Then we figure it out." He said it so simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Look, I'm not going to pretend I love the idea of sharing you. But I also can't pretend I don't see the way you look at him, or the way he looks at you. And if being with both of us is what makes you happy..." He took a breath. "Then I'll find a way to be okay with it. Because your happiness matters more than my ego."
You kissed him then, pouring all your gratitude and affection and confusion into it. He responded immediately, rolling so you were beneath him, his body a warm weight pressing you into the sand.
The kiss deepened, grew heated. His hand slid under your shirt, palm flat against your ribs, and you arched into his touch. You could feel his heart racing, could feel the evidence of his desire against your hip.
"We should stop," he murmured against your lips, even as his hand traveled higher. "Before I can't stop."
"Maybe I don't want you to stop."
He groaned. "You're killing me. But not here. Not like this." He pressed one more kiss to your lips, then pulled back, his breathing ragged. "When we do this—and we will do this—I want to take my time. I want to do it right."
Your whole body was thrumming with want, but you nodded. "Okay."
He helped you sit up, both of you disheveled and flushed. His grin was crooked, his eyes dark with desire. "Rain check?"
"Rain check," you agreed.
You spent the rest of the afternoon talking—about everything and nothing. Sokka told you about his childhood in the South Pole, about Katara's overprotective tendencies, about his dreams of becoming a master swordsman. You shared your own stories, your own dreams, and he listened like every word was precious.
As the sun started to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, you lay together on the beach, his arm around you, your head on his shoulder.
"Thank you for today," you said softly. "I needed this."
"Me too." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "We should probably head back soon. Before they send a search party."
"Probably."
But neither of you moved, content to watch the sunset and pretend, just for a little longer, that the world was simple and uncomplicated.
That you could have this without hurting anyone.
That everything would somehow work out.
The walk back to camp was slower, both of you reluctant to return to reality. Sokka held your hand the entire way, his thumb tracing patterns on your skin.
When camp came into view, you could see the fire already burning, the others gathered around it. And standing slightly apart, his eyes finding you immediately, was Zuko.
The look on his face when he saw you and Sokka holding hands made your heart clench.
Sokka squeezed your hand once, then let go. "I'll see you at dinner?"
"Yeah. Dinner."
He headed toward the fire, calling out a greeting to the others. You stood there for a moment, watching Zuko watch you, and wondered how you were going to navigate this without breaking everyone's hearts.
Including your own.
clearing out my drafts and most of these are already completed in my google docs, im dropping a lot of chapters cause I'm sick and wouldn't be able to update for a while (hopefully not)
tags!! smutt(in later chapters),love tri, jealousy, threesome,etc..
the beginning of it all~ (This is part 4)
psa- i dont own the edits all rights go to the authors on tiktok
That night, you couldn't sleep. You lay in your tent, staring at the canvas ceiling, replaying the day over and over. The way Sokka had looked at you, the way Zuko had stood so close, the tension that had nearly exploded into something more.
You wanted them both. The realization sat heavy in your chest, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. You wanted Sokka's easy affection and genuine care. You wanted Zuko's intensity and the way he made you feel seen.
But you couldn't have both. That wasn't how this worked.
Eventually, you gave up on sleep and slipped out of your tent. The camp was quiet, everyone else asleep. You headed toward the dying fire, thinking you'd sit and watch the embers until exhaustion finally claimed you.
But someone was already there.
Zuko sat by the fire, poking at it with a stick, his expression distant. He looked up when you approached, surprise flickering across his face.
"Can't sleep?" he asked.
"No. You?"
"No."
You settled down across from him, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders. For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
"I'm sorry," Zuko said finally. "About today. At the hot spring. I was... out of line."
"You weren't the only one."
"No." His mouth twisted. "But I should know better. I shouldn't let him get to me like that."
"Sokka?"
"He just..." Zuko stabbed at the fire with more force than necessary. "He acts like everything is a game. Like he can just charm his way through life and everyone will fall at his feet."
"That's not fair. Sokka's not like that."
"Isn't he?" Zuko's eyes met yours, and there was something raw in them. "He makes you laugh. Makes everything seem easy. I can't... I'm not good at that."
Your heart clenched. "Zuko—"
"Forget it." He stood abruptly. "I should let you have some peace. Goodnight."
He was gone before you could respond, disappearing into the darkness toward his tent.
You sat there alone, the fire crackling, your mind racing.
This was getting more complicated by the second.
The next morning, Sokka cornered you while you were gathering water from the stream.
"Hey," he said, appearing so suddenly you nearly dropped your bucket. "Can we talk?"
"Sure."
He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncharacteristically nervous. "About yesterday. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I mean, the thing with Zuko, I just..."
"It's okay."
"It's not, though." He stepped closer, his blue eyes serious. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But I also can't keep pretending I don't feel what I feel."
Your breath caught. "Sokka—"
"I like you," he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I really like you. And I know Zuko does too, and I know this is complicated, but I just... I needed you to know. I needed to be honest."
He was so close now, close enough that you could see the flecks of darker blue in his eyes, could count the freckles across his nose.
"I like you too," you whispered, because what else could you say? It was the truth.
His face lit up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing across your skin.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice rough.
You should say no. You should step back, put distance between you, figure out what you wanted before letting this go any further.
But you didn't want to say no.
"Yes," you breathed.
He kissed you soft and sweet, his lips gentle against yours. His hand cupped your face, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You melted into him, your hands fisting in his shirt, and let yourself have this moment.
When you finally pulled apart, you were both breathing hard.
"Wow," Sokka said, his grin bright and genuine. "That was—"
"Sokka!"
Katara's voice rang out from camp, and you jumped apart like you'd been burned.
"I should—" Sokka gestured vaguely toward camp. "But we'll talk later? About this?"
"Yeah. Later."
He kissed you once more, quick and sweet, then jogged back toward camp.
You stood there by the stream, your fingers pressed to your lips, your heart racing.
What had you just done?
You managed to avoid both Sokka and Zuko for most of the day, claiming you needed to do some foraging in the forest. Toph volunteered to come with you, which you suspected was less about helping and more about interrogating you.
You were right.
"So," she said as soon as you were out of earshot of camp. "You kissed Sokka."
You nearly tripped over a root. "How did you—"
"Please. His heartbeat when he came back to camp was like a drum solo. Plus he's been grinning like an idiot all day." She paused. "Also, you smell like him."
"I do not!"
"You totally do. It's gross." She grinned. "So? How was it?"
You sighed, kneeling to examine some edible plants. "It was... good. Really good."
"But?"
"But I still have feelings for Zuko too."
"So tell them both."
You looked at her incredulously. "Tell them both? Toph, that's not how this works."
"Why not?"
"Because... because you can't just date two people at once!"
"Why not?" she repeated. "Who made that rule?"
"Society? Common decency? I don't know, basic relationship structure?"
Toph snorted. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. If you like them both, and they both like you, why can't you all figure something out together?"
"Because that's not... people don't do that."
"Some people do. And even if they didn't, who cares? You're not 'people.' You're you." She punched your arm lightly. "Stop worrying about what you're supposed to do and start thinking about what you actually want."
You sat back on your heels, staring at her. "You really think it could work? All three of us?"
"I think you won't know unless you try. But first, you have to be honest with both of them. And with yourself."
She was right. You knew she was right.
But the thought of that conversation made you want to hide in the forest forever.
When you returned to camp, the sun was setting and dinner was already underway. You added your foraged greens to the pot and settled down to eat, very aware of Sokka's eyes on you from across the fire.
Zuko was conspicuously absent.
"He's on watch," Katara said quietly, noticing your searching gaze. "First shift."
You nodded, trying to ignore the twist of disappointment in your chest.
After dinner, you volunteered to take him some food. Katara gave you a knowing look but didn't comment.
You found Zuko at the edge of camp, sitting on a fallen log and staring out into the darkening forest. He looked up when you approached, surprise flickering across his face.
"Brought you dinner," you said, offering the bowl.
"Thanks." He took it, his fingers brushing yours. "You didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
You settled down beside him, and for a while you just sat in comfortable silence while he ate. The forest was alive with evening sounds—crickets chirping, leaves rustling, the distant call of a night bird.
"I heard," Zuko said finally, his voice carefully neutral. "About you and Sokka."
Your stomach dropped. "Zuko—"
"It's fine." He set down his bowl, still not looking at you. "I mean, it's not fine, but it's... you should be with someone who makes you happy. And he does. Make you happy."
"Zuko, look at me."
He did, reluctantly, and the pain in his eyes made your chest ache.
"It's not that simple," you said softly.
"Isn't it? You chose him. That's okay. I understand."
"I didn't choose anyone. I kissed him, yes, but that doesn't mean—" You took a breath. "I have feelings for you too."
He went very still. "What?"
"I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I just... I also have feelings for Sokka, and I don't know what to do about that."
"You have feelings for both of us," Zuko said slowly, like he was testing the words.
"Yes."
"That's..." He ran a hand through his hair, looking lost. "I don't know what to do with that information."
"Join the club."
A surprised laugh escaped him. "This is a mess."
"Yeah."
He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes searching your face. "What do you want? If you could have anything, what would you want?"
It was the same question Katara had asked you. And suddenly, sitting here with Zuko in the fading light, you knew the answer.
"I want both of you," you whispered. "I know that's selfish and complicated and probably impossible, but that's the truth. I want both of you."
Zuko's eyes widened. "Both of us. At the same time."
"I know it's not realistic—"
"I didn't say that." He shifted closer, his hand finding yours. "I just... I need to think about this. About what that would mean."
"Okay."
His thumb traced circles on the back of your hand, his touch gentle. "I meant what I said before. I want you to be happy. Even if that means sharing you with Sokka."
Your heart felt too big for your chest. "Zuko—"
"But I need time. To figure out if I can actually do that. If he can do that." His eyes met yours, intense and honest. "Can you give me that? Time?"
"Of course."
He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. The gesture was so tender it made your eyes sting.
"Thank you," he murmured. "For being honest with me."
You sat there together as the last light faded from the sky, his hand in yours, and tried not to think about how complicated everything had just become.
