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Introduction <3
Hello everyone! I wanna start getting some fics out here so here is my introduction and request rules!
•#*Keep being strong, just for one more hour. Keep being strong, for dozen more hours i would hold you.*#•
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Pairings: Adult!Sokka x Type 1 diabetes!reader.
All characters are 20 years old or older.
Story type: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, sfw, established relationship, romantic relationship.
Summary of the story: Sokka comforts his newlywed wife through diabetic flare up and sudden lack of medicine to keep her alive. Happy ending.
A/N: For all the fellow type 1 diabetes people. I dont know if anyone would relate, but i think some who got it rougher would. It doesnt feel quite like what i wanted it to be, it didn't feel more like pure comfort, but at least i wanted to show how struggle was recognised and support was given. I dunno, nevermind.
Warmings: Angsty, but hurt/comfort and happy ending. Crying Sokka.
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As your tired gaze looked up at your newlywed husband, you couldnt help but marvel at his genius combined with silly concentration routine. Tongue sticking out as his free hand sketched something, or maybe wrote down new ideas.
It was hard to tell, truly, with his horrible handwriting. Which wasn't surprising, considering his whole life wired his body as a warrior, not a poet. But, you guessed, what mattered most is that he understood his notes himself at least. For you to retranslate or redraw them to something conscious later on.
He always proudly called you his assistant, his precious helper.
Sokka's other hand, that wasn't occupied by a quill scratching against a rough parchment, softly and absentmindedly scratched over your scalp. Rough fingers carding through locks tenderly as the small space of upgraded hut was warmed by a steady crackling of the hearth.
Enclosed fireplace and the oil lamp only sources of dim light against thick furs littering the walls of your house and most importantly, Sokka's workspace. Already resigned to the fact that he stayed up late way too often, and now just making sure he didnt lost his sight before he hit his thirties.
It was another one of those horrible hard days, when he tried to distract you in the best ways he could. Without going insane from worry himself, while you both waited on the news about sacred spirit pond's water's arrival.
Of the very special kind of water that was only thing that still kept you alive through incurable sickness you was cursed with since childhood.
Surviving on sheer luck alone up to your age, since your homeland's village was graced with said sacred spirit pond without any of your people knowing about it.
It wasnt quite like one on the North Pole, which was nestled at the heart of Northern Water Tribe lands. But clearly powerful enough to postpone a day of your passing and horrible suffering of your deathly sentence.
A fate someone like you never deserved to battle against.
Sokka knew. Swore with his whole being, that he'd do anything to help ease your daily sufferings and let you live as freely and as happy as you could.
And he did what he could, indeed.
Ensuring that the illness was brought to attention across all nations, not without a use of his connections across the world. Having most important world's people as his friends and acquaintances.
Starting search parties across the South Pole to investigate for places where more such spirit ponds might be found. If you had one at your village, it meant more could be possibly found all over the world.
While, most importantly, working hard to ensure you always had stored enough of such miraculous liquid at your shared home. A safe place that rivaled traditional outlooks, perhaps to some of Wolf Cove's elder's opinion, without actually breaking them. Leveled up to a modern progressive ways of living just enough to account for your health's fragility.
But sometimes even he slipped in his judgement or something unpredictable happaned to intervene with, you would think, perfectly secured position of things.
As your flare up of health was dangling dangerously on the peripheral, Sokka started to chew on the tip of the quill very soon. Struggling to hold back the sheer worry at the overstretched patience of the wait that started to feel cruelly prolonged by fate itself.
Warrior's patience wearing thin with each slower blink, with each heavier breath of the woman he loved the most. Of one he oathed his undying love to, for all eternity, just mere weeks ago.
His hands trembled ever so slightly as he pushed the tool down, turned off the oil lamp and nervously smiled down. Hoping the darkness will hide most of his panicked expressions. Edges of his lips twitching in that hectic waves of confidence and helplessness.
Warm fingers moved to your cheeks and neck, rubbing in soothing circles with just the pads over feverishly warm from pain aches skin of your's.
His thumbs dipped into the chubby cheeks as he hummed a soothing tune you both was so used to hear from Katara whenever you got sick and she was there to nurture and sooth. Before she left for Republic City to built her own story.
Sokka was never good at harmonics, but, spirits and the moon above, did he tried for his beloved.
He'd start reciting poetry or singing opera if it took edge off your stress even for a tiny bit.
Rest of man's fingers, that rested more against your neck, started to reverently, but with familiar casualness, fiddle with the marriage necklace he gave to you on the day of his proposal. Willing dangling part of it, with symbols he carved with his own two hands, to click ever so slightly at playful, or more like anxious, nudges of his index finger.
Letting a silence be filled with something other then his picking up breathing and whooshing storm from outside of your little piece of heaven.
It wasn't hard for you to notice as he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes anymore as night progressed.
Guilt in them clear as day, which he usually handed you when he worked overtime and forgot important things. Now brought in by his anger at himself for not being able to let your life be more secure.
Even when he tried his best, something always tended to get against his plans.
And it was saying something, considering how meticulous he was about maintaining his stretegic plans and thinking everything through dozen times over.
Sometimes, he cussed in his head, it truly felt like spirits, cosmic forces, fate, whataver was at fault, didnt want you to have peace.
Which made his scientifical mind fume with irritation and confusion on just how to counter something out of simple mortal's grasp. When even magic didnt want to quite cooperate.
Your hand outstretched weakly to caress his hand placed against your marriage necklace, kissing it tenderly, trying to sooth him back. Brushing your lips on his rough palm sweetly, which always made his breath hitch in attraction and adoration towards you without a fail. And sleepily looked up from under your eyelashes at your husband, hoping to bridge the gap between your lover and the mounting terror in his soul.
"Sokka..Im sure it's going to be fine..And even if it isn't..It would never be your fault. You did so much already. You always do your best, everyone knows it. I know it. You know it."
You couldnt help but let out those sentences, despite realising it might've been most wrong thing to say at the moment. But you just wanted to be open completely, just in case.
It felt sour having to get used to this "just in case" as your reality, no matter how much time have passed. To always be prepared for outcomes that was far from ideal and bright.
And to be completely honest, when your sugar levels dropped, your state of mind turned to quiet drowning melancholy and sense of finality without your will.
Something so deeply chemical, that you struggled to fight off completely on the best days. Not to mention on days that felt as helpless as this one.
Soft murmures of his beloved reached warrior's ears, and his eyes finally snapped towards one's he vowed to gaze at until the day he dies with outmost devotion.
And his nervous smile fell immediately into a firm furrow of brows. Lip giving a betraying quiver that he fought hard to will away.
"Stop it, sweetcheeks."
He had to take a deep breath to remind himself to return to present and that hope was still there. And that you needed him to be strong when you couldn't.
"Just.. stop. Never say that. You are going to be alright, even if shipment wouldn't come in time. I'd get us on the fastest boat to the nearest piece of land with those damn ponds if i had to. We won't gave up like this, got it?"
His face scrunched up in pain, holding back tears. He nuzzled your cheeks tenderly, one by one. Before starting to leave soft pecks all over your face.
Yearning to soothe you as much as himself.
Reminding himself that your warmth was still there, with him.
He fought for your life alongside you for so long, ever since you were just friends.
And he wasn't about to stop when things became so much better and so much more hopeful after years of searching for ways to save you.
As a sound of your hungry stomach rumbled through the room for tenth time within hours, Sokka's shoulders hunched up even more.
He leaned in closer to your body as it rested partly on his lap. Desperately and apologetically running his palms all over your arms and back.
He had to starve you, his precious wife, for a whole, once accident happaned and all your miraculous saving liquid got destroyed.
(Sokka was surprised how he didnt buried that drunkard that somehow slipped in their hut by mistake right then and there.)
Just for the slim chance that it will slow the worst of the flare up of your incurable illness.
Hoping your body would stay strong enough until promised emergency shipment with "medicine" arrived to finally be able to support your body once you've eaten.
He understood, that if he fed you now, without help of spirirticaly induced waters, you might've not survived even up to this point.
But logic wasnt the heart, and his heart was getting torn apart at each heavy sigh, each squirm of your body against the aching all over your system and each distressed whimper of endurance.
Eventually, as more time passed, he gathered you in his arms, and held you close enough to almost fuse your bodies together, rocking you both softly.
Minutes more, and he started to do something he usually didnt do.
He prayed.
To the great waters, to the spirits, to the weather, to the moon, begging silently for things to go well.
To not take you from him when he just got enough courage to propose and have you as his partner for life.
Begging skies, the wind, anything that listened, not to make his beloved suffer any more then you already did.
And as he was sobbing quietly, your eyes closed in bone deep exaustion, lack of energy to go on. Sokka's hands desperately caressed over your hairs once again, as he whispered softly and warmly into your ears praises. Pleaded for you to be strong just a little bit longer.
And as his father burst through the doors of the couple's dwelling, inviting snowstorm from outside inside the small warm sanctuary, at firm and relieved look on man's face, Sokka sobbed out louder. World given him tentative chance to win.
He hastily but still gently laid you on the furs of your bed and ran out to help tug in big crate with a fully filled barrel of spirit pond's water.
Hakoda and his son made a fast work on ensuring the shipment was deliver inside the warm hut safely. Before Chief of the South left to go call in a healer just to be sure his daughter-in-law was completely safe.
Sokka stormed around the hut in a flurry, warming up the sweet tea he prepared earlier. Walked up and jolted you awake just enough to swallow sweetened tea without choking. And once he knew he gave you enough by how practice of similar situations taught him, he wailed out loudly in deep relief. Sligh trepidation still present, over whether or not he fixed your state up in time without big damage to your system to be done.
Your lips meeting so softly as if you were a glass, as he desperately needed to still feel the warmth and presence of your breath. To reaffirm for hundredth time this day.
And after a hour more, as your consciousness returned, it was you who had to comfort him now.
Your happy, albeit dizzy and weary smile felt like a sun breaking through storm clouds.
Aurora borealis and sunbeams dancing in his eyes when he saw it.
And wave of relief and unrivalled happiness filling his chest in an explosion of warmth.
He scooped you up and stood up, twirling your body just for a moment, careful not to provoke nausea, before hurrying you towards the dining area to heat up the light foods for you.
Choking back snot and tears of his as he murmured thanks to everything he knew, without letting you go.
Your light chuckles and small laughs at his sweet, innocently messy looks was a music to his soul, as he fed you small spoonfuls carefully.
While your trembling hands found enough strength to help Sokka blow his nose in a napkin. But he never even had will left to be embarrassed about something so justified terryfying.
Brushing clean yet parts of the cloth to dry his wet puffy cheeks, under his swollen eyes, until he was comfortable enough to breath steadily.
Before fully letting go into his care and support once more.
Life is never easy, but there always would be at least one person to share your burden, lighten your baggage, accept you, and love you strong enough to want to save your life each day, if they had to.
Thankfully, amazing person that he was, taught you that.
And proved it, and will keep proving.
Each day.
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crossed out characters have not been written yet ! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ feel free to request! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
SOKKA X WIFE! READER SOKKA X WIFE!READER!! HE’S SO HUSBAND IN THE MOVIE HELPPP
double penetration with zuko & sokka
18+ minors do not interact !!
< pairings > zuko x f!reader x sokka
< content warnings > smut. switch + polyamory dynamics. double penetration. anal sex. p-in-v sex. light degradation. praise. size kink. unprotected sex + double creampie. minimal plot to set the scene. we <3 zukka
< a/n > yaayyyy bunny actually finished another fic that has been sitting in her drafts for too long …… this got away from me i was possessed by horny demons
Sorry, did you get my message about Sokka? I use Tumblr via my browser rather than the app, and sometimes my messages don’t reach the authors. If you’ve already received it, just ignore this message!
Yes, I have received it! And I love writing angst!!!!! So I will see what I can do, whilst also trying to honour Sokka's character and personality. It will probably take some time before I will be able to write it, since I have other projects to write first. So I hope you will be patient with me 😬💛
Sokka with muscular fem reader OUUU SHIII 👀👀👀👀 did I request someone on here to write a oneshot based off of this? yes. Am I going to write my own take? HELL YEAHHHHHHHDJJSJDJD I LOVE GOING TO THE GYM AND ITS CLOSED FOR 1 WEEK BC ITS UNDER CONSTRUCTION SO THIS IS THE WAY I COPE
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Type: fluff
Pairing: Sokkaxgn!reader
Summary: Sokka couldn't take anything seriously if he had a gun to his head. Imagine how surprised you are when he genuinely wants to reconnect with you.
Warnings: swearing
Notes: Inspired by No. 1 Part Anthem by Arctic Monkeys
AU: Modern HS
After another fight with your parents, you end up at one of those high school house parties.
You know it always ends bad at these things. Some snitch always calls the cops and everyone gets busted.
But something made you stay at this one.
So now you're sitting on the stairs in a leather jacket and sunglasses that your friends said makes you look 'cool'. They even popped the jackets collar. You think it looks stupid. But, they say with enough confidence, anyone can pull anything off.
Strobe lights and and fog machines make sweat form on the walls. You take a sip of whatever sour-tasting drink Sokka put on the bar table. You don't even know what round you're on. As long as you're still coherent, it should be fine.
Suddenly, your friends stumble back to you, dragging you to the dance floor for a slow dance. They knew you don't do that stuff, but you wanted to stay on the drunken mob of idiots' good side.
It's kind of awkward to not have a partner, but you were planning on leaving whenever you could get the chance anyway. You don't want to get so tipsy you can't focus.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Sokka making his usual rounds, flirting with every girl in the general vicinity. He seems to notice you too.
You had a major crush on him in freshman year, but you personally concluded it was unrequited when he started his whole 'ladies man' act.
As he inches closer to you, dodging every other girl salivating over him, you start to rethink your past naive decisions.
Who says he doesn't like you? But then again, you don't want to be cocky.
He's so close you can see that he still retained his nervous habit. Back before high school, he was your friend, and whenever he talked, he would shake his right leg uncontrollably. He seems to have picked up a new one since you've been gone.
In between yelling over the music to get your attention, he picks at this single worn place on his shirt.
For a while, you gaslight yourself into believing it was someone else he so desperately wanted to speak to.
But, You can't deny it anymore. Especially after he gets so close you can feel his breath.
"Hey, I was looking for you!"
You can't believe this. He doesn't speak to you for over four years and now you're supposed to act like old buddies catching up over beer? "Why?" Your brain keeps telling you to distance yourself, to not let it end like last time. But a small voice somewhere tells you to try again.
"Well, I was wondering-I mean you don't have to-but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to dance? With me?"
God, you could see the sweat dripping off of his forehead. What reason does he have to stutter that much?
"I-I mean I don't see why not, I'm...just kinda wondering why me?" And why are you tripping over your words now?
"Because this is the first time I've seen you in a year and I wanted to check up on you? And also maybe reconcile for being a jackass."
You smirk. "I'll accept that answer."
When he pulls you into him without warning, he holds you like he was meant for it. You guys were never... physical in your friendship. The most that ever happened was a hug on the last day of eighth grade. But this was different.
As much as you could try to blame the growing heat in your face on the fog machine, or maybe even a heatwave, you also wanted to just lean into him.
You're too drunk to go anywhere tonight anyways. It's not like your parents would care.
You nuzzle into his neck before you could contest yourself. Sokka immediately moves his hand to your waist.
"I'm really sorry... for everything I put you through."
You let out a dry chuckle. "For what, leaving me with zero friends for almost three years?"
"Look, I was in a bad mindset. But, that's still not an excuse for leaving my best friend behind. I know it doesn't make up for it, but can we be friends? Again?"
"I think I can make some arrangements."
His hand came off of your back, instead locking with yours in a pinky swear.
When you wake up in his bed the next day, you question absolutely nothing. Except for what breakfast will be.
