let's keep talking about modern!fwb!aang...
he really didn't like finding out you weren't exclusive. but he really, really didn't like it when he found out that his newfound competition was your ex-boyfriend, of all people.
"where are you going," his voice mumbled, deep and raspy as you pulled him from his light sleep.
the only light in his room was the moon filtering through his sheer curtains, lightly blowing in the breeze from his cracked window. the candle he lit a few hours ago was still going strong, casting a warm orange glow over your shadowy figure as you quietly got dressed.
"sorry," you whisper back. "didn't mean to wake you." it's all you say as you pull your jeans back on.
truthfully, you were hardly making any noise. he only woke up because he had reached out for you and you weren't there.
your lack of explanation makes aang's lips turn into a frown, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. you almost always stayed the night.
"it's like having a sleepover with a friend who you also have sex with sometimes," you had declared a few months ago, making yourself more than comfortable on his queen bed. it beat the lumpy twin xl in your own dorm by miles. and you looked so adorable underneath his sage green comforter that he didn't have the heart to tell you no (not that he would've, but this was when this arrangement was new and you were still trying to figure out where the boundaries should be set. maybe the two of you should have done a better job at that...)
so...why are you slipping out of his room now?
a soft ding resonates through the air, white light illuminating his ceiling. you stop in your tracks, halfway dressed as you make your way over to his desk, where your phone had been laid abandoned next to his religion textbooks for the past few hours. whatever was on your screen definitely has your attention captured, you even going as far as softly giggling.
there you were. standing in his room with your jeans unbuttoned, skin still warm from his touch, letting out sounds that makes his heart beat faster in his chest. but for once, aang was not appreciating the view. because for once, your attention wasn't focused solely on him.
"i'll see you later, 'kay?" you had said it like an afterthought, finishing getting dressed in a hurry and picking your bag off his gaming chair.
"wait," he slips out of his bed before he can think about it. his bamboo sheets slide against his bare skin, muscles rippling as aang makes quick work to meet you by his door. "you're leaving so soon?" he shouldn't should so devastated, so attached, but he does.
aang's large, smooth hands find themselves looping around your waist, pressing every inch of his palm into your skin as he pulls you backwards until your clothed back meets his bare, defined chest.
his other hand comes up to brush any stray hairs against your nape before aang litters a soft, ghostly kiss to your skin.
with a sigh, you spin around in his arms, bringing your own to wrap around his neck. aang's reaction is instinctive, pressing you even deeper into him once you're chest to chest. he should be embarrassed at the way he's already hard, tip leaking precum against the denim of your jeans just from holding you. but aang doesn't care, head tilting down to press a kiss to your lips.
you only give him a sweet peck, and his brows furrow again, not wanting you to pull away so soon. "sorry aang, i can't hang around tonight. i have plans early tomorrow morning."
"what plans?" he seems distracted, nuzzling his head into your neck and peppering kisses there, but in actuality, aang was already planning all of the different ways he can coax you into staying the night.
"oh, you know. just meeting an old friend." you said it casually, with a shrug even. but something in your tone was off.
but before aang had the chance to answer you, convince you that you have enough stuff to get ready here in the morning, another ding fills the room. and this time, aang can see exactly what has you rushing out of his room and away from him. even worse: who.
it takes him a second to process, but once he finally does (once he realizes that no, it isn't his mind playing tricks on him), aang freezes. the palms that were slowly caressing your skin comes to an abrupt stop. but his fingers don't just linger over your waist. instead, he latches onto you, his grip tight. it's not enough to hurt, of course. he would never (unless you asked).
but it enough for you to know -- aang does not like what he sees.
the laugh you let out is nervous, hands bracing themselves on his smooth chest. "it's not what it looks--"
"you're...talkin' to him again?" aang breathes out, slow and steady. his eyes never flickered away from your phone screen, though it's now turned off and laying innocently on his desk.
in your head, your best friend is mad because you broke no contact with an ex that you most definitely shouldn't have.
in aang's head, his thoughts are definitely not friendly. something entirely different is coursing through his blood right now. and trust that none of his thoughts have anything to do with being a good friend.
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gotta stop there cus i am, in fact, at work and writing this very publically. but i just had to get it out of my mind. is this the start of something new?! modern!fwb!aang are u pulling me out of my slump?!
