Author's note: First of all, what the hell am I doing? Second of all, this is Jenna's (littlecajunlady88) fault. Why? Because I'm pretty sure I watched ATLA because I wanted to read her fic, because, you know, I miss her writing.

BUT WELL. Yall don't know me, even though I've been in this fanfiction thingy for a very, very long time. I remember when ATLA came out and it was fun, but I never really sat and watched the whole show as one's supposed to do. And then, ages later for unknown reasons (it wasn't Jenna's fault, lemme clarify), I decided to binge watch it on Netflix (tnks Lord for Netflix) and now I've been reading ATLA fanfiction for about a week? And I swear I wouldn't write, but then I started putting together this playlist about ~how Sokka is such a ladies' man~ and next thing I know, I'm writing.

Which means that I reached the end of the road. I'm irreparably down with this ship. And by 'ship' I mean 'fandom'. Though I'm down with many ships, as you'll notice in here.

Sokka is my favorite, guys. He really is. And I didn't watch Korra yet, so this fic might probably be canon-divergent, but I read! (wikipedia. lots of it) And I know what happens and it upsets me! So I'm bitter and I want my beloved characters to be happy, goddammit. :(

Here's what you gotta know: Each chapter will feature one of "Sokka's girls" and it'll mostly be in their pov. I don't know if I'll write on Sokka's pov eventually, so I won't make any promises. The intention is for each chapter to be short, written within 15-30 minutes. And each chapter is inspired by a song.

English is not my first language and I don't have a beta-reader, so please be patient .-.

Also, Avatar and its characters are not mine. If they were, I swear to God they'd live a better life!

Anyway. First chapter is inspired by Metric's Calculation Theme.

Have a nice read!

(Who am I kidding? No one will read this. Well)

Ladies' man
An ATLA/Sokka fanfiction

1. Calculation Theme

Toph

It'd been three seasons since he'd seen her. She knew it so precisely because it had been the last day of summer, and now it was the last day of spring.

For some unknown reason – no, not unknown, ridiculous. There was no other way to describe it – Toph felt nervous, which was stupid, because she was, well, Toph Bei Fong, certified badass. But she had just turned seventeen and one of her students kept talking about how beautiful she looked, so maybe, just maybe, he would look at her and find beauty too.

Oh, who was she kidding? First of all, Sokka never saw her as more than a little sister, and even the word 'sister' wasn't a guarantee that he saw her as female. Part of her thought that they'd won too many spit competitions for him to see her soft side.

Toph scoffed to herself. Soft side. As if.

Besides, who the hell cared about what Sokka would think of her?

As stated before, ridiculous.

Then why did she even bother to let her mother find her a pretty dress? This shade of green looks so nice on you, sweetheart. And those curves! Every man will look twice at you.

Yeah, she felt stupider by the minute. And when Ty Lee said that the dress was exactly something she would wear, Toph decided: she was getting off of it.

So immersed in her own mental battle, she didn't even process his approach, which was so not normal, because she knew Sokka's stepping by heart. And only after she collided on his chest as she turned around to head back home and he held her shoulders in order to keep her balance she registered the familiarity.

"Easy there," he said with his natural charm, and for a moment it seemed he didn't recognize her. "Toph."

The way Sokka breathed out her name with a mix of surprise and longing, oh God. Why couldn't this childish crush just end? What gave him the power to make her heart skip a beat every time he was around?

More importantly, when did he become so solid under her touch and why his smell of sea and sweat made her so weak on the knees?

Shit.

Sokka's light laugh made her realize that she was still feeling him out, her hands went up his shoulders and down his arms, and then they made their way back to now touch his chest and stomach, the fabric of his vests light due to the nice temperatures. That was when he laughed and when she blushed. Her right hand went up again so she could touch his face, her thumb traced the line of his chin and the roughness of his beard tickled her palm.

He did the same. His right hand let go of her shoulder and his fingers touched her forehead, pushed back her hair, put it behind her ear. Toph's heart fluttered and she smiled, finally turning her head up at him.

"Hey Snoozles," she greeted and felt his smile under her touch.

"You look beautiful," he said. Toph barely registered it (or maybe she processed it too fast). "What's the special occasion?"

For a small, out of control moment, she almost said 'you', but luckily she was skilled at being herself around him.

"Shut up," Toph replied and Sokka laughed again, one of his full you're-hilarious laughs that enchanted her early on and still did.

And then, he hugged her tight and friendly, and he was so tall that she had to stand on her toes in order not to lose her sight. He kissed her cheek and Toph made a mental note that Sokka with a beard was a Yes, and then her heartbeat faltered again when he said "Happy belated birthday, Blind Bandit".

"Where's my present?" she demanded and he stepped back.

"Whaaaaat, since when you demand presents now?"

Toph crossed her arms, head tilted in his general direction in defiance.

"I'm kidding, of course I brought you a present," he said, smile in his voice. She sensed him getting closer to whisper – "But we gotta wait until later, because it might or might not be a tad illegal."

Toph chuckled when she heard the sound of glass bottles clinking as he fixed the strap of his bag on his shoulder. She knew he wouldn't disappoint her.

"My lady?" he offered taking her hand, even though he knew that she was damn well capable of finding her way alone. Sokka was good at being charming that way. She nodded and slide her hand to his upper arm to let him lead the way. It didn't harm every now and then to have it his way.

"My lord," she replied, and they both laughed and started walking.

"Now tell me," he said as they headed to the heart of the city where her house was. "Does Iroh's franchise have chai as good as the original?"

"As long as they're spiked, you betcha," Toph told him and they both laughed.

"We gotta go there."

"Heck yeah, we do."

a/n: thanks for reading! reviews are welcome. ^^