AN: I wanted to get some themes to write about these two with, only to discover there's a 100 theme challenge just for the ship. Obviously I'm super late, but I grabbed them right away and immediately decided to attempt it non-the-less! Each written theme is going to range from 100 to 500 words, to keep them short and me in check (OTL) but also so I'll actually be able to finish all 100 without going insane. I'm going to post them in 4 theme increments, but not in any particular order or reason. As always, reviews are loved and encouraged but not insisted upon. Lastly, and most importantly, enjoy the Tokka fest!

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, The Last Airbender.

015: Freeze

Time Bomb

Sokka was used to Toph grabbing (even groping on accident in a frenzy on occasion) his arms and body for support at times. When they were on ice and snow or on Appa's saddle, her small hands that were usually so powerful would grab onto him in need and assistance.

He would, of course, willingly give it to her. Sokka would guide her limbs and blushing face wherever she needed to go, trying to make the experience as painless as possible. If he knew his best friend at all, he knew that she didn't like to be lead around like some helpless wife or child; she liked to take care of herself just as much as breathing sometimes.

But then they were suddenly flying and going to different places, going with different people and different lives. He couldn't direct her, help her, anymore.

Hours and days and months later, when they all converged for Zuko and Mai's wedding, he saw her and she felt his running steps towards her.

Sokka had expected her sudden hug and iron arms; he hadn't expected the soft, puberty-enhanced chest pressing against his own. He hadn't realized through the time that the girl would turn into a beautiful young woman with long bangs and a wicked grin. That her body would change (even if her personality and insides didn't) and develop; her limbs lean and eyes devilish to a sensual level.

It made his fingers stop and for his heart to go into overdrive.

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058: Control

Turn Away

He often wrote to her, the letters sharp and careful only to realize she wouldn't see them. It would simply be read to her by some attendant, some stranger who didn't know either of them.

It made him rip up a few letters (or sometimes burn them) but he would always wet the ink slab and place the brush tentatively back on the paper. He knew he was being stupid for taking out his anger on paper and a reality he couldn't change, but he was frustrated non-the-less.

Sokka was angry that all he could offer her were unseen crinkled sheets, smeared ink and words spoken by another.

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020: Ceasefire

Reactive Relationship

Their fights were legendary; it had the neighbors and gossipers tongues tied in attempts to explain them. How walls could fall down, now trees cold be uprooted and weapons flung of every size and shape.

Sometimes they would take it out of their house, outside in the street where people would cower in fear and run for protection.

The Fire Lord and other officials went on rumors of how there was a rebellion only to find, upon further expectations, that it was just Sokka and Toph in an argument. And beyond the exploited stories and tales, there were complaints and property damages that the two didn't even give remote heed to. It seemed that the two were a walking disaster when they pushed and poked the other in a wrong way.

But after the roads were rippled and houses buckled, they would come to an agreement and walk off in the wake of their destruction; their arms intertwined and mirrored grins splitting their faces.

And, sometimes, their makeup was what had others really talking the most.

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003: Future

Trying to Hold On

"What do you think is gonna happen to me?" Toph whispered slowly, softly so that Sokka really had to pay attention and listen.

"What are you talking about?" he whispered back, careful not to wake his dozing girlfriend in his arms. "You're going to bask in the glory and continue saving the world and promoting peace with the rest of us!"

Toph bit her bottom lip and looked around at the people all around the lofty carriage; to the friends she was traveling to the fire nation with. While they had enjoyed their tea shop vacation, the peace was still much too shaky and new to leave alone for too long. So they had resolved to travel back with Zuko and Mai (Iroh staying behind with his beloved tea shop) to continue saving the world they loved so much.

She lifted her head, but Toph didn't even need to do this to feel all the moving, paired off bodies and hearts. Hers was alone and across of Sokka and Suki; the female warrior had a slight smile on her bare lips even in her asleep state.

Toph moved her face to Sokka, to nod and agree even though she felt like it wasn't true. Even though he had said 'glory' she felt like the word 'love' was more appropriate for the scene surrounding and almost suffocating her.

They all had a significant other; for a moment she felt as small and alone as she had in her mansion that had never been a home. She had gotten lost in this crowd of friendship and she hated herself for feeling so guilty, but seeing everyone with someone else made her fingers twitch and wonder what about her was wrong.

But then Sokka had reached a hand across to her and squeezed her knee affectionately; she immediately batted it away with a scowl.

"You're not alone anymore, Toph," he grinned, as if reading her mind; "We're all here for you; I'm here for you."

Toph wanted to believe him, she truly did. But with Suki there so close, her breathing so loud in Toph's ear and consciousness, the earthbender's smile felt strangled.