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thirstbxtch · 2 years

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Limb from Limb

Rated: Explicit. 18+ only.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Gareth's Sister!Reader. No Y/N.

Summary: Harsh, cruel words babe/They're gonna cut me like knife.

Warnings: Drug Use, Hate Sex, Mild Degradation because hate sex but not too much because it's not really my thing, Spitting, Blowjobs, Multiple Orgasms, and a Dash of Angst at the end but I plan on writing a follow up.

Notes: Title and summary taken from the Motorhead's Limb from Limb (give a listen, it's so hot for real). Some italicized text is meant to be Eddie's own internal monologue and other text is italicized for emphasis, you should be able to differentiate based on context, but if it's confusing I can change it. Okay also, I was doing some "research" and Eddie doesn't have a headboard or footboard so he doesn't even have anything to handcuff people to on his bed, like smh.

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated <333

Eddie's a little early for their first band practice of the summer he realizes, parking his van on the street. He walks up the driveway, guitar case in hand. The garage door is open and Gareth's drum kit is setup, but he doesn't see Gareth. He's thinking about some new riffs he wants to share with the band. He fully intends on writing some kick ass material this summer. Maybe he can save enough money for them to do a demo.

He walks into the garage, wandering over to the inside door to let himself in when the door is pulled inwards for him.

You. Gareth's sister.

"Ugh, god Munson, what are you doing here?" You sneer.

You had graduated high school last year with a reputation for being the cheerleader with a bad girl streak.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie shoots back. "Aren't you supposed to be in college or something?"

"Or something? I'm home for the summer, dumbass."

Christ, you're such a bitch, that much hasn't changed, although he thinks you've somehow managed to get hotter during your year away, briefly eyeing your denim cutoffs and thin cropped t-shirt. You're different in a way he can't exactly put his finger on. Maybe it's just the mysterious allure of college girls, unexplored territory for him.

"And I'm here for band practice. Is Gareth around or have you already sacrificed him to your evil whore overlord?" Eddie asks, giving you a close lipped smile and a tilt of his head.

"Don't talk about sacrifices to me, freak," you say, narrowing your eyes before turning your head over your shoulder to call inside the house. "Gareth, Munson is here for your little, loser band practice."

There's a muffled shout from inside.

You push past Eddie, stepping over to the deepfreeze in the garage. Eddie is powerless to watch as you reach in, cutoffs riding up, revealing the curve of your ass as they do so.

It would so easy for him to just walk up behind you, press his hips against your ass--

You straighten and close the lid to the deep freeze, popsicle in hand--cherry. Your nipples are hard from the cold air and they push against the thin fabric of your shirt.

He picks you up, sets you down roughly on the deep freeze, hands gripping your hips, stands between the v of your spread legs and sucks at your tits just like that, right through your damn shirt, his tongue--

"See something you like, Munson?" You coo softly, unwrapping the icy treat and giving him a smirk before popping the tip in your mouth.

Eddie is saved the embarrassment of having to retort because Gareth comes out into the garage.

"Have fun, losers," you say, sauntering back inside.

Gareth sighs and rolls his eyes.

"She's the fucking worst, man, I swear."

"Yeah, totally dude," Eddie agrees, "the worst".

The next few weeks continue in much the same way. The summer allows them more time together as a band, so Eddie is over at Gareth's more often, leading to more quips and heated exchanges between you. Meanwhile Eddie's mind falls in the gutter whenever he sees you, when you reach into the fridge to get a beer, in the deep freeze to get more damn popsicles, the wicked little twist of your mouth as you insult him--he thinks about kissing the sneer right off your face. A hot, open mouthed kiss; maybe you would actually be quiet for once.

And it's after a few of those weeks, one night--quite literally the middle of the night--there's a sharp, persistent rapping on Eddie's trailer door. He's kind of high and it takes moment for the sound to break through the haze of drugs, but once he realizes it's real, he curses, rolling off of his bed, pulling on a shirt at least--he'd just been in his boxers.

He quickly goes to the door, where the rapping is still occurring, then pauses, what if it's the cops? Who knocks like that except for the fucking cops?

Here we go.

But when he pulls the door open it's only you.

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck do you want?" He asks, demanding, mouth set in a line.

You're greeted by the sight of Eddie in an oversized band tee and a pair of soft looking black boxers. Long hair slightly more disheveled than usual. He looks good, you hate to admit it, he always looks good. Hell, you don't even think the band is that bad. More than once you've imagined Eddie bruising you with the same aggression as the music he plays. More than once you've thought about plucking one of his dumb little cigarettes out of his mouth as he sings softly to himself, writing and rewriting on frantic pieces of paper, just to finish it off yourself in one smooth, long drag, just so your lips can touch the same filter, just so you can have him look at you with those soft, dark eyes.

"I'm out of the drugs I brought with me and you're only dealer I know of in this godforsaken shithole," you say, pushing past him and into the trailer.

Eddie blinks, looking at the space where you used to be, then at you.

"Sure, yeah, just let yourself in."

He contemplates kicking you out, but he can't exactly afford to turn away a paying customer.

"What do you want?" Eddie asks again, walking past you and to his room.

"Pot, obviously," you counter.

Decidedly not obvious.

Eddie looks at you over his shoulder. No way, you're entirely too high strung to be a smoker.

"Didn't take you for the type."

"As if you know anything about me."

O-kay.

"How much do you want?"

You're in his room now. You've never been here before. Sure you did drugs in high school but you always made whatever jock boyfriend you had at the time buy for you. You had to wring Gareth's little neck for directions before you headed out tonight.

It smells like pot and cigarettes and stale beer and dirty laundry, but it's kind of comforting in a weird way. The walls are covered with band posters and whatever other nerdy shit he's into--Dungeons and Dragons.

You pull $50 out of the back pocket of your cut offs, glancing around.

"How much will this get me?"

Eddie counts the bills.

"Well for you, there's a special bitch tax, so let's say half an ounce." Eddie replies smugly, happy for the opportunity to hold the upper hand.

You set your jaw and glare at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Munson? That's enough for an ounce and then some." You huff.

Eddie shrugs openly.

"Like I said, special bitch tax for you sweetheart."

He watches you bite the inside of your cheek and look at the floor before your expression completely changes to a soft pout.

"I'm sorry, Eddie, I'll be nicer I promise." You lie sweetly.

It's almost comical. He knows you're lying and you know he knows you're lying.

"I have a lot going on that you don't know about ok? Please, I really need this," you offer more sincerely.

Eddie sighs and looks away. Life must be so easy for you. All you have to do is bat your lashes and say pretty please. But he doesn't like to judge. Maybe you do have something going on.

"Fine, an ounce."

He looks at you and you give him a smirk.

"Better," you say with all the confidence of a cat who's won the cream.

He turns away, pocketing the cash and rummaging through his drawers and measuring out an ounce.

Eddie turns around, drugs in hand, and notices your gaze absentmindedly locked on his handcuffs.

"See something you like?" He lilts, giving you a wicked grin.

You scoff and roll your eyes.

"Please, Munson." You reply, tone dismissive.

Eddies grin only widens. He's high, his impulse control is decidedly lower than usual--like he really has any to begin with, and he can't resist the urge to wind you up.

"Please what? Cuff you on my bed?"

You take a step towards him, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow.

"You wouldn't even know where to begin with a girl like me."

"Oh, I know exactly where I'd begin with a little slut like you, princess." Eddie returns, also taking a step forward.

"Yeah? You think you can show me a good time, Munson? Let's see it then." You challenge meeting his gaze.

Without really thinking, Eddie drops the weed and instinctively pushes you against the wall of his room. Hands gripping your hips like he's so often thought of and crushes his mouth to yours, mildly surprised when you return the kiss without hesitation, your arms locking around his neck. It's heated, teeth and noses bumping as you both fight for dominance, but Eddie manages to lick into your mouth, stroking your tongue with his, biting at your bottom lip and drawing it into his mouth and releasing. His hand grips your jaw, tilting it upwards before you can close your mouth.

He knows he's taking a risk, but he's willing to take it, it'll be totally worth it. He gathers the saliva in his mouth, angling his lips above yours, and spits deliberately into your open mouth.

Your eyes flicker with anger, but when he covers your lips with his, you only moan and press against him. He licks into your mouth once again, thoroughly tasting you, sin and bittersweet.

"So the rumors are true," he murmurs, breaking the kiss, and bringing his mouth to your throat. "You are a slut."

"Fuck you," you spit, hating how this feels better than anything has in a long time.

"Whatever you want sweetheart," Eddie says lowly, nipping and kissing your throat.

While you're distracted, Eddie reaches for the cuffs behind you, removing them with a soft clink. Your hands are at his stomach now, palming his ribcage, so it only takes a little slight of hand to slip one cuff over your wrist, and then the other, clicking them into place.

You still and Eddie can't read your expression--part anger, part want, and Eddie is suddenly unsure.

"I can take them off ok? We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he says breaking, voice going gentle.

You only sneer in response.

"I can take it Munson. Do your worst."

Christ you're impossible. Instead he says, "Get on your knees then, sweetheart."

You sink to your knees slowly, obediently, hands cuffed in front of you, keeping eye contact. Eddie towers over you once your knees finally hit the floor. You can see the bulge in his boxers where he's hard.

"You like this, freak? You like seeing me on my knees?" You taunt.

"Not as much as you like being there," Eddie retorts in the same tone, palming himself through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Suck me off?" It still holds the slightest inflection of a question.

We don't have to do anything you don't want to.

"Whatever you want sweetheart," you reply, throwing his own words back at him.

Eddie bites his lip, pushing down his boxers.

Your eyes widen and flicker at the sight of his hardened length, his perfect mushroom tip, your core clenching.

"Not bad, Munson," you tease through lowered lashes. "Might have fucked you before now if I knew you had such a pretty dick."

Eddie only pushes the tip against your lips and you open, sucking him in. He tosses his head back with a groan, one hand resting against the wall, and the other in your hair.

"Nothing to say now, huh?" Eddie asks rhetorically, hand tightening in your hair as you suck slowly at the head of his cock, completely aware that you're still the one with the actual power. He tastes strong and undefinably masculine. Your tongue teases the slit.

Eddie bites back a curse and looks down at you. You've got those big, blow job eyes and your cheeks are hollow. You only suck harder at his head, swirling your tongue around it and then letting it go with a pop. You look up at him, spit sticking your lips, and suck the tip into your mouth again, deliberately putting on a show, a show that Eddie watches transfixed as you swallow half his length, then all of it, your eyes closed now. He moans, cock twitching on your tongue.

You release him slowly, smirking up at him.

"You wanna fuck my pretty little mouth don't you, freak?"

"Your pretty little mouth was made for fucking, whore," Eddie returns, reaching down and cupping your jaw in one hand, swiping a thumb along your bottom lip.

You open for him and then he's pushing into your mouth, rolling his hips slowly at first, shaft sliding over your tongue, still watching with darkened eyes. He's already so close.

He thrusts into your mouth earnestly now, hand at the back of your head. Feels so good. Want simmering beneath his high. He loses himself, tip hitting the back of your throat. He isn't going to last long, but that's the point.

His hips start to falter.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And then he's spilling down your throat, watching you swallow it all or so he thinks as he pulls his boxers back up. When he pulls out, you don't say anything, only stand and push him towards the edge of the bed until he's sitting on it, gripping his jaw with your cupped hands, slipping a thumb over his bottom lip, mouth just touching his, he opens and you spit some of his own cum in his mouth.

So fucking gross. Eddie loves it. He kisses you hungrily.

He grabs you by the waist and sets you down on the bed next to him, then stands, pushing the middle of your chest with one ringed hand so you fall back.

You look up at him from the bed through lowered lashes.

"How do you want me?"

"In the middle, sweetheart," Eddie says taking off his shirt, but leaving his boxers on for now.

You toe off your shoes and maneuver yourself to lie in the middle of the bed, placing your cuffed hands above your head.

"Like this?"

You bat your lashes.

"Just like that," Eddie replies, unable to keep the anticipation out of his voice.

He kneels on the bed next to you, deftly unbuttoning your shorts and drawing them down your legs.

There's a noticeable wet spot at the front of your silk and lace trimmed panties.

Oh.

"So wet for me already, baby." Eddie straddles your hips. "Do I turn you on? Ruining your panties for a loser like me? A freak like me?" Eddie leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear and then nipping at the lobe.

You don't reply, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. That's ok, he's willing to pick his battles. You'll be begging before the night is over.

His hands cup your tits through the fabric of your shirt--no bra, of course, but he wanted to double check just in case.

Eddie brings his face to your chest, thumb finding and flicking over a nipple. Pleased when it tightens beneath the fabric.

He kisses it, tongue licking out, and then drawing it into his mouth, dampening your shirt. You sigh and arch your back, pushing your chest into the touch. Eddie obliges, sucking harder, teasing the other nipple with the pad of his thumb, before bringing his hand down to your panties, fingers ghosting over the silk. He sucks the other nipple into his mouth and adds some pressure with his hand, just lightly petting you now.

Eddie stays like that for awhile, teasing and sucking at your clothed tits, stroking you over your panties, occasionally bumping your clit, but nothing to give you any really satisfaction, until you're squirming beneath him, trying to press your hips up against his hand, but Eddie only grins, intentionally moving his hand away when you do so.

He stares up at your heated expression.

"Something wrong?" He teases, feigning innocence.

You huff, frustrated.

"Are you going to get me off or what, Munson? Or probably you don't know how."

"Oh, you wanna cum princess?"

He watches you bite the inside of your cheek.

"You're gonna have to use your words and ask nicely."

Another huff.

"Fuck that, I'll just go home and finish it myself."

Eddie sits back and moves off of your hips.

"What are you doing?" You ask heatedly.

"You're free to leave," Eddie replies, calling your bluff, "should I take the cuffs off?"

You curse under your breath, all too aware of Eddie's gaze and grit your teeth.

"Please," you offer grudgingly.

"Please what? Take the cuffs off?"

He's enjoying this too god damn much, but the almost unbearable ache between your legs is enough to make you choke down a little pride, so you bite your lip.

"Please Eddie, please make me cum, I want to cum for you like the good little slut that I am," you say, pitching your voice to faux neediness, nearly mocking.

And Eddie doesn't care, it still sounds hot as fuck.

"Now, was that so hard?" Eddie practically purrs.

You're rewarded with Eddie resuming his place, straddle your hips once again, but lifting your shirt this time, exposing your tits.

He mouths at them roughly and places two fingers over your clit, still outside of your panties, but applying pressure now, rubbing tight little motions, and you half gasp, half moan with relief.

You're already so wound up from Eddie's teasing that you cum suddenly, panting and gasping, grinding up against Eddie's hand through your now ruined panties.

He barely gives you time to recover before he's yanking your panties down the length of your legs, then leans over to tuck them in between the mattress and the box spring.

"You are not keeping my panties."

"Oh I absolutely am." Eddie returns smoothly, and you don't have time to argue about it because he's pushing your thighs apart, making space for himself, slipping his shoulders beneath them and licking your pussy without hesitation.

He groans, nuzzling deeper to devour you. You can't help but moan and the sound goes straight to Eddie's cock, half hard again.

He slips two fingers into you and starts fucking you with them, hard. The rings on his long fingers half disappearing with every thrust. You bring your still cuffed hands down from over your head to bury in his hair as he licks and sucks at your clit, your thighs starting to clench. He angles his fingers slightly upward, hitting that spot repeatedly, still sensitive from your orgasm not even two minutes ago and Eddie doesn't relent, your fingers tightening in his hair when you cum again just as sharp and sudden as the first time, his name falling loudly from your lips--Eddie, not your usual sneery "Munson", but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

It's the sweetest thing he's ever heard and he's fully hard in his boxers, shifting his hips against to get some sort of friction but he doesn't stop finger fucking you until you're oversensitive and keening for him to stop. Only then does he pull his fingers out, gently kissing the inside of your thighs.

He shifts again on the bed and you think he's finally going to withdraw but he only returns to your pussy, lapping at you gently now, carefully aware of your oversensitivity and honestly you start to space out, kind of second hand high off of all the pot smoke lingering in the air, going lax, content to let him continue eating you out.

And Eddie can't get enough, the taste of you, the scent of you, thrilled with the thought of being behind enemy lines, your folds so wet and slick against his tongue, taking his time, mentally cataloging every caught breath and sigh. He wants you to cum again though so he begins licking and nuzzling with more intent. You still when at the touch of his fingers, but he's gentle this time, easing them in, lazily stroking and curling them.

You begin to feel that familiar ache. Eddie looks at you from between your thighs, eyes dark, knowing. He can be patient when he wants to be and right now he's being very patient, eyes slipping shut again as he quickens his motions and you start to grind against his face.

This time when you cum, it washes over you slowly and again Eddie laps at you until you're whimpering and oversensitive, pressing the heel of your hand against his forehead, trying to writhe away from him, but he wants to hear you say it so he continues.

"Eddie--Eddie, please," you say weakly.

There it is.

He finally stops, placing a last lingering kiss over your clit, and pulls his face away, resting his head on one of your thighs. His lips and chin wet and shiny.

For once there's silence between the two of you.

Eddie is however, painfully aware of his second hard on for the night and moves from between your legs. He reaches over, rummaging around in his nightstand drawer until he finds the handcuff key and undoes the cuffs, setting them to the side. He also reaches for a condom and your brows raise.

"I'm on the pill," you offer sugar sweet.

Eddie drops the condom back on the nightstand.

"So, how am I doing for a total loser? Still think I wouldn't know where to begin?" Eddie croons against your throat.

"Shut up," you reply, pushing a hand against his shoulder.

"Ready to take back what you said earlier?"

"You wish."

Eddie only tsks in response.

"We're not even at the main event yet, Munson. It's taking you long enough."

He laughs now.

"That's right, princess. We're not even at the main event yet and I've already made you cum three times."

Eddie rocks back on his heels to take his boxers off before laying over you.

"Missionary? How vanilla of you, Munson," you taunt, although you hardly have the energy for anything else.

"Let's call it a litmus test, shall we?" He says rhetorically, lining himself up and thrusting into you, one, deep movement watching your mouth drop open.

One leg hooks around his waist and your hands roam over his shoulders and the expanse of his back.

He fucks you slow, kissing you languidly. It's nice--it's not something guys his age do very often or ever.

The head of his cock, the slide of him, feels so good, you kiss him back deeply, clinging to him.

"You wanna cum for me again?" Eddie says softly.

You pant out a "No".

"I'm sorry, that wasn't an actual question sweetheart," Eddie replies wicked as ever.

"You're the worst."

"Mmm, I am," he hums. "Just the worst, making you cum so many times for me. Have any of your prep boyfriends ever even made you cum? Or do you fake it for them?"

That manages to hit a little too close to home and your nails bite into his back.

"Fucking hate you," you exhale.

"Same here darling."

He's fucking you harder now, with the roughness you've imagined him capable of and when he kisses you, biting at your bottom lip, you cum again, blacking out as you clench weakly around him.

Eddie let's out a moan, almost a whine, white heat curling around his spine and spills inside you.

You stay entwined for long moments after. Eddie doesn't know if this is going to happen again and he wants to savor it. Finally he flops back on the bed next to you, breathless.

"Jesus," he sighs.

You lay limp on the bed, exhausted, trying to summon the will to move, but decide it can't hurt to lay here for a minute or two.

And then you're warm, everything is black, but you're warm and heavy. Something soft covers you, you try to turn over but you can't. There's something behind you, someone, their arm wrapped around your middle. This is hardly the first time you've woken in pre dawn hours in a strange bed, normally you disentangle yourself and go back to sleep, but you freeze when you realize whose bed this is.

It feels good, better than you would ever admit--warm, safe, secure. But you've been around long enough now to know how this goes and you feel suddenly empty.

"What the fuck, Munson? Are you trying to abduct me or some shit?" You ask, annoyed, moving his arm off of you and getting out of bed.

"Mmm, what?" Eddie responds half asleep, nuzzling against the pillow.

You're wearing his shirt from earlier, no idea when that happened.

Your eyes haven't adjusted and you click on the lamp on his nightstand so you can find the rest of your clothes.

"Hey, what?" Eddie says more awake this time, wincing away from the light.

"The fuck is this?" You ask motioning to his band shirt and the now empty space next to him on the bed.

"You passed out?" Eddie replies confused. "What? What's the problem?"

"I passed out so you thought I would just want to stay the night instead of trying to wake me up? You dressed me?"

Eddie gives a toss of his head. He's shirtless and his long hair falls over his bare shoulders.

"I just handed it to you, you put it on yourself when you were still half awake! And yeah, seeing as we just fucked each other's brains out, letting you be didn't seem outside the realm of possibility," he argues.

You sigh annoyed that you had let your guard drop, picking your shorts up off the floor.

"Fuck, sorry for trying to be nice I guess." He apologizes sarcastically putting a hand up.

You're willing to forgo your panties for time's sake. Shirt, drugs, shoes, keys.

"You gonna give it back?"

You're still wearing his shirt.

"Mine now," you answer cheerily. It's petty, you know.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Great." He replies tight lipped.

You turn heel and walk out of his room. Eddie watching you leave. The trailer door slams, your car starts outside. Eddie reaches over and clicks off the lamp with a huff.

#this whole thing is so extra #i love it so much #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut

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iamthecomet · 11 months

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Since you prompted me you KNOW I gotta prompt you. Took me a few days to come up with something, but I got it now:

Aether/Cumulus mutual body worship. Spending time just enjoying one another. Making out and touching everywhere, both so obviously into each other. You get my vibe? Like they're definitely gonna fuck, but right now? Right now its enough to simply feel one another.

LOVE YOU COMET ♡♡♡

Some indulgent body worship for dearest Miasma. AKA: Mushy May Day 21 (don't look at the date, stop it).

Cumulus could stay here, just like this, for eternity. Naked. Knees on either side of Aether's hips. Bodies pressed flush together. His hand gripped at the back of her head, holding a fistful of white curls as he pulls her down for a kiss. It's lazy, sloppy. She licks into his mouth, drags her tongue over his teeth, tastes him like she means to consume. His other hand, on her hip, tightens. Digging divots into soft flesh as he groans into her mouth. She feels the vibration of it in her bones. She pulls back, sits up a little higher. He's hard between her legs, pressed flat against his stomach, pinned between them, settled against her slick folds. When she slides back a little--so she can put her mouth on his neck--she can see the violet head peeking out from between her thighs. Aether hisses with the movement, eyes fluttering shut at the wet slide. He sighs, content, relaxed. Cumulus grazes her teeth along Aether's collarbone, and down to flick her tongue over a nipple. He hisses, fingers clenching against her, head tipping back to expose the long line of his neck. She can't resist licking up the side of it. Drowning herself in the ozone and herb scent of him. Drinking down the sweat beginning to pool in the hollow of his throat. Digging her fingers into his soft hips and laying claim to each inch of him her mouth can touch. Aether unwinds his hand from her hair. Slips it down, over her shoulder, to rest on her sternum. He presses, urging her to sit up straight, to pull away from the feast she’s making of his chest, small red marks in the wake of her tongue and teeth. She indulges him, sitting up slowly. Leaning back just enough so that he can really see her. See the lines of her body, the soft roll of her stomach, her hips, her thighs. He licks his lips, eyes heavy-lidded, gaze hungry as he looks at her. “You can’t be real,” he breathes.

“All this time and you’re still using that line.”

Aether chuckles to himself.

“That’s because it’s still true.” He pulls her back down into a slow lazy kiss. The shift makes them both hiss as the head of his cock bumps against her clit. He holds her tight, hand wandering up her sides. Grazing over her ribs. They kiss, slow, deep, it goes on forever. The slide of their tongues against each other. Her palms against his chest, his hands wandering, everywhere. Grazing over her nipples, grabbing fistfuls of thigh, dipping between her legs to drag through the wetness there and make her mewl. Cumulus wants to eat him alive. Wants to commit every inch of his flesh to memory. To drag her tongue across every part of him, secret and not. And he’ll let her. He always does. Gives her whatever she wants.

“When you’re ready,” he says as he pulls away, lips moving against hers, breath warm against her lips. “Want you to ride me like this. Wanna watch.” Cumulus turns her head, hides her blush in the side of his neck and plays it off by pressing clever teeth into his skin and making him gasp and arch against her. She’ll indulge everything he wants. She’ll slide down on his cock and ride him with her hands above her head. She’ll let him bask in the way her body moves above him. She’ll give him anything he asks for, but not until she takes what she wants, not until she’s done touching him, tasting him, feeling each dimple and curve and soft patch of skin. She drags the flat of her tongue over his nipple then bites down, just enough to make him squirm.

His cock kicks, hard, between her legs. She wonders, idly, how long it would take for him to cum like this. Just her mouth on his skin and his cock pinned between her thighs. She smiles against his skin, leaving a trail of bites from one nipple to the other. His cock pulses after every one. Later. She tells herself. She can feel that happen inside of her. Feel the blunt head drag over that unfair spot inside of her and force her apart at the seams. But there’s no rush. They have all night.

#comet comments #ficlet #miasma ♡#Aether/Cumulus #Aether Ghoul #Cumulus Ghoulette #Mutual Body Worship #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction

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undermycoat · 7 months

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The football au sounds really cool :3 can't wait to see how dumb everyone is as always

oh yeah there's definitely.. some moments. LOL

gwaine & merlin's relationship in this fic is so important to me and arthur as captain i think im gonna be sick and . oh my god who's going to be captain when he's injured. 🧍‍♀️ also the post-season interview gwaine does ... wow. i love u gwain <3 also i need to rewatch 2x13 cuz balinor and merlin's relationship is super important but idk if i've got it down..... they're my beloveds tho

here's some snippets, most from near the start of the story:

Merlin sits on the bench to grab his boots from the floor. As he does so, the phone next to him vibrates. Arthur’s working on pulling his shirt over his head. Merlin picks up his phone. It’s a text from Uther.

“Got a message,” he tells the striker.

Arthur bangs his head against the edge of his cubby. He finishes tugging his shirt on. “Fucking hell, Merlin!” He snatches the phone from Merlin’s hand. “You can’t just go through a man’s notifications.”

“I didn’t!” Merlin argues. “I didn’t read it or nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I’m going to fucking worry,” Arthur snaps. “I’m a world famous footballer and you’re a nobody kitman.” “My mum said I’m a brilliant kitman,” Merlin crosses his arms, “so you piss off.”

Sometimes Merlin wants to grab the captain by the arms and shake him, shake him so hard his brain liquifies and spills out his ears, because what’s the use of the organ if he doesn’t use it, but he’s just the kitman, and he hates football, and he hates Camelot FC, and the sun is too fucking bright and hot and he just wants to go home.

Sports mix begins spilling over the lid of the cup and onto Merlin’s hand. Ranulf slips on a slick patch of grass and the angle his ankle turns looks painful. Merlin curses.

the tense change is intentional <3

He didn’t think Avalon Park would be so empty just because of the break. Only Lance left, off to play for Argentina, and when his name had been announced with little fanfare from Aredian, Merlin had been surprised to see the rest of the guys cheering, with Arthur leading the midfielder’s chant. He’d been less surprised to see, however, the way Arthur’s expression immediately dropped the second he returned to his locker.

He moved to hand the striker a towel, only for Arthur to ignore him. He huffed, eyes narrowing. “Tough luck,” he said.

“Piss off, Merlin,” was the response. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Ah, but I am.” Merlin nudged him again with the towel. “Come on.”

Arthur finally took the towel, but only to stop Merlin from whacking him with it. “Merlin,” the towel drooped pathetically in his hand, and Merlin felt bad for it, “can you please leave me to dress in peace?”

Merlin sighed. “I can, but I’d rather not.” He took a seat on the bench, looking up at Arthur as he changed out of his kit. “You alright, though?”

That gave Arthur pause, as if he didn’t realise Merlin knew how to be a decent person. Fucking ass. “Is this another form of gloating?” he asked.

“I don’t even play. How could I be gloating?”

Arthur hummed, finally pulling his shirt over his head. “Fair point.”

“So?” Merlin kicks his legs out in front of him. “You okay?”

Arthur runs a hand through his hair, then turns to Merlin and does it again. Merlin raises a brow. Arthur sighs. “I’ll see you outside, Merlin.”

The ride to Cavernfield is tense, quiet in a way Merlin has never, ever heard the team before. It leaves him unsettled, shifting in his seat, fingers drumming on the armrests, foot tapping against the floor. The movements earn him more than a few stern looks from Balinor, but even his steely-eyed glare isn’t enough to dissuade Merlin from keeping up the actions. It’s abnormal, and it’s all wrong, and Merlin doesn’t even know the guys that well, not yet at least, and not enough to be the one to lift their spirits. Furthermore, he knows this is less of a derby and more of a battle in a long fought war between the two clubs, but still . . . the team seems like they’re going to their graves rather than to victory.

Only Gwaine seems unbothered, bobbing his head enthusiastically as he listens to something blasting through oversized headphones, the tinny sound leaking out into the bus and only growing louder when he removes them to fix his hair. Merlin wants to make a comment about it — suggest wearing earbuds if he’s so concerned, but it feels wrong to purposely interrupt this silence, and Merlin feels sure that most would only be irritated with him if he chose to break it.

He watches Gwaine pull out his phone and lift it above his head, fingers going into a ‘v’. Oh. Gwaine is still taking selfies when Merlin turns back around, fingers digging into his arm rests.

#thanks again nonny ily <3 #football au #anon #answered #merlin #merthur

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allelitemuses-fuck-isreal · 2 years

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"I'd stand here and say I'm gonna kick bad guy ass for every one of you here, you're what makes this show great, this is your show, rah-rah, yeah... but come on! We all know that'd be bullshit! To be honest, and I know I'm gonna catch a lot of flak for this, but I don't give a fuck: Vince McMahon was right in just about every aspect of his approach to you so-called "fans" of professional wrestling, sports entertainment, whatever the fuck you wanna call it. You fans act like you want something oh, so fucking badly, and then two weeks later, you're crying "oh, change it back! It's getting old, we don't like it anymore, wah, wah, wah!" Like, seriously, grow the fuck up. You're the same fans who beg for some middle card schmuck to jump ship from one company to another, and then complain when there's too many wrestlers from one company on another! You're same fans who drove Cody Rhodes the hell out of AEW when you couldn't hijack the show and force him to turn heel when we all know you're just get tired of of the turn two weeks in even if he did! And you're the same fans who chanted CM Punk for years, begging him to come back to wrestling, and when he did come back, you now want him gone because of one fucking incident on his new show! Like, seriously, based on his past history, you don't think maybe he was always kind of an asshole? His longtime best friend literally SUED him for his antics for fuck's sake, and now they haven't wanted anything to do with each other for years! I'd go on and on, but the gist is, McMahon had the right idea: the best way to deal with wrestling fans is to just do... whatever the hell you want! They're gonna complain anyway, so why bother trying to satisfy them? If they don't like what you're putting on, there's whole demographics of potential fans that can replace them in an instant! Now, with that outta the way, I'm gonna go ahead and do... what I want to do. See ya never, interviewer!"

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Walking through a sea of mist dyed reddish orange by the lighting, Goh makes his slow, imposing entrance onto the stage. He walks down to the ring with flames erupting behind him and when he gets in it, grabs the top rope in front of the hard camera and raises his fist. He then turns to the three opponents in front of him, Akio, Phobos, and Masayoshi as the ring announcer makes the call. "This bout is a three-on-one No Holds Barred handicap match! Introducing first, weighing 321 pounds, "Unstoppable, Unbreakable, Undefeatable" GOOOOH YAMASHITAAAAAA!!! His opponents, Masayoshi Amano, Phobos, and AKIOOOO HIMURAAAAA!!!"

The bell rings, and Masayoshi grabs a metal trash can lid and throws it at Goh. It doesn't faze him, though. Phobos grabs a brick and throws it at Goh. Nothing. Akio grabs a baseball bat and shatters it across Goh's back. Still nothing.

"Is that all you got? Now it's my turn!" Goh grabs Akio and slams him down to the mat, repeatedly stomping down on him. Masayoshi grabs one of his bongs and breaks it on Goh, but that only managed to get his attention, and Goh grabbed him and chokeslammed him hard. Phobos went for a flying cross body, but Goh caught him and midair and brought him down with a running powerslam. Goh waited for one of them to get up, and when Akio did, he lifted Akio up, and when the others got up, threw him on top of them, knocking all three down! Goh then picked up all three wrestlers, hit them with a running spinebuster each, and laid them on top of each other before pinning them. "1... 2... 3!"

The ring announcer began the call. "The winner of the match-"

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When the music hit, Captain Falcon burst onto the stage, microphone in hand. "The fans who paid their hard-earned money to see this deserve more than a one-sided beatdown against three jobbers! I challenge you right here and now!"

He made his way to the ring, and the bell rang once again. Captain Falcon stared down Goh Yamashita and struck at him a few times, seemingly doing no damage to the disgraced scientist. Goh grabbed him, threw him into the ropes, and threw him with a back body drop. Falcon kipped up and tried with one of his signature moves. "Falcon Kick!" ...Nothing. Goh grabbed his legs and hammer tossed him right out of the ring!

Goh taunted the fans, who were booing the seemingly unbeatable wrestler. Meanwhile, Falcon got back on the apron behind him and climbed to the top rope, jumped when Goh was facing him. "HYES!" He went for a Falcon Dive, but upon the backflip, he felt himself be grabbed by an undamaged Goh and slammed down, pummeled mercilessly by him.

Goh taunted the fans more, and Falcon rushed at him again, striking him more, and ducking a forearm strike from Goh. Luckily, even when nothing seemed to work, he still had one more trick up his sleeve. He ran off the ropes and caught Goh with a Raptor Boost and ignited his mighty fist. "Falcon... PUNCH!!!" He caught Goh with a direct hit with the famous, explosive, bone-shattering move!

...Which did nothing to Goh, leaving Falcon to stand there awkwardly with his fist pressed up against Goh. Goh grabbed him by the wrist, slammed him down, pummeled him some more, then drove him into the corner and threw him with a suplex! When Falcon got up, Goh picked him up and slammed him down with a running spinebuster, and pinned him. "1... 2... 3!"

The terrified referee raised Goh's hand as the ring announcer, also pretty scared, made the call. "The winner is-" His voice cracked on that first attempt. "The winner of the match... es, is "Unstoppable" GOOOOOH YAMASHITAAAAAAA!!!"

WINNER: Goh Yamashita

#wrestling verse #muse: ken #muse: goh #muse: captain falcon #wrestling #Youtube

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one-spidey-boii · 4 years

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch six

read ch five here

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an; heyo everyone. online schooling is kicking my ass, my cat doesn’t like me anymore, and i keep sleeping until 3pm. no worries tho, cause yesterday i got some starbursts. let me know what you think of this chapter! hearing your feedback is super encouraging :)

**italics indicate flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.7k+

peter's pov

my blood runs cold as soon as the weight of edie's body falls into mine. her limbs are limp and heavy, making it awkward to keep her steady as i gather her in my arms. everything around me is buzzing. every noise is drowned out by the pounding in my ears, the drumming of my heart beat in my chest.

"oh- oh my god. edie." i rush out with a shaky breath as her eyes struggle to stay open, "look at me, please. please keep looking at me, okay? don't close your eyes." i plead.

she gazes up at me, more like through me, as her head lolls against my chest. i pull her into me and lift her off the ground. i try to control my breathing, knowing how i handle these next few minutes will mean more than anything i've ever done before.

edie's eyes wander around the hallway and i make my way to the medical room with bounding strides. she lets out an occasional whimper when i jostle her too much and my stomach drops every time.

when there, i flip the light switch on and take in the room around me. i've never needed to be here before, making me wish every wound i ever endured had landed me in here- just so i can take better care of the girl in my arms.

i move over to one of the two empty beds that resembles those you would find at a hospital and place her down softly. she stares up at the ceiling, her eyelids grow weaker and heavier as time passes. i bite my bottom lip and grab at my hair. i really don't know what i'm doing.

"my side, pete. 'm hurts." she whispers and rolls her head so that she's looking at me now.

i swallow my fear and put up a strong facade for her, "i know, e. just keep looking at me. can you do that?"

edie just barely nods her head and her eyes follow me as i gather the right supplies to address the source of the bleeding. my hands fumble around as i set everything on the cart next to her bed.

"e, im gonna have to take your suit off, okay? i have to get to your side to stop the bleeding." my voice can't help but shake as i mutter the words to her. she just stares back at me with misty eyes that hold no objections.

"m'kay, jus' press the button." edie instructs, her lips parting as her breaths become softer and weaker. with that, i search for the emblem on her wrist and press it lightly. her suit expands and hangs loosely around her frame. i hesitantly begin pulling it down her shoulders, letting out a sigh of relief when i see the dark purple bra covering her chest.

finally able to get a good look at her side, i try to hold back a gasp. along the length of her torso, a gash runs from just under her ribs on her back all the way to her hip bone in the front. no longer being compressed by the suit, the bleeding gushes faster.

i look over at the supplies i’ve gathered and realize none of it will be much help. this is so much worse than i originally thought. i finally move my eyes from the wound and scan the room once again. so many machines that i have no idea how to operate just stare back at me, taunting me as i stand here helpless.

a hand clasps around my own. edie stares up at me with pleading eyes, small whimpers leaving her lips. i hold back a sob as i squeeze her hand back and reach for my cell phone.

the phone rings three times before he picks up, i don't breath until then.

"hello?"

my words are caught in my throat. "uh, m-mr. stark, i need help. edie's hurt and she must have gotten stabbed or something and there's so much blood and i-i don't know what to do or—"

his voice cuts me off, remaining calm and stern, "are you putting pressure on the wound?"

i let go of edie's hand and grab the gauze from the cart, moving to follow orders. "y-yes, sir."

"peter, you need to go to the back right corner and in the first drawer is a device that looks like a pen. grab it and hold it over the wound. press the side button and let it do its thing." mr. stark explains everything to me slowly. i do as he says, grabbing the small device and removing the now bloodied gauze from edie's side.

as i click the side, a blue light emerges from the tip, analyzing the wound before a cluster of lasers move over the length of it. slowly but surely the horrific gash starts mending before my eyes. i grab edie's hand and squeeze. after a few seconds, i feel the gentle press of her fingers against mine.

"everything okay, kid? give me an update here." tony says into the phone i had put down to tend to my best friend.

"yes, mr. stark." i call out.

edie's eyes flutter to meet mine. they're glassy and wet, unshed tears sitting on the brim of her lower lids. i glance at the healing device, taking notice that it has turned off automatically after it finished its job. i shakily put it down and latch onto edie's hand with both of mine.

"hey. hey, there," i whisper to her. she smiles weakly and closes her eyes, finally letting a single tear slide down her flushed cheeks, "you're okay now, yeah? how do you feel?"

she just squeezes my hand one more time before her body releases all the tension it's holding and she falls unconscious.

"peter, what the hell happened?" i jump when mr. stark's voice sounds from the phone again. hesitantly, i move edie's hand to her side and cover her almost naked chest with the blanket draped at the foot of the bed.

i pick up the phone and take a deep breath before giving an answer.

"i-i don't know, sir."

edie's pov

i never realized how often i put myself in danger. when i go out into the city at night, the thought rarely crosses my mind. it was only when i was face to face with the possibility i wouldn't make it home that night, that's when i realized what wearing a suit really entails.

before i even open my eyes, i'm aware of how cold the air feels around me. it bites into my cheeks and the tip of my nose, making me wiggle it uncomfortably. i can tell i'm not alone too. i hear soft breathing come from a few feet away, the source is asleep from what i can tell. finally, i open my eyes.

my heart swells at the sight of peter sprawled out along the hospital bed next to mine. he lays on his stomach, one hand draping over the side of the bed as his other supports his head. i keep my eyes on his peaceful face- and suddenly i find myself fighting the urge to wrap my fingers around his and hold his hand. i lift my hand away from the side of the bed and i gasp at the pain that shoots from my ribs to my hip.

it's excruciating. my skin feels hot and the red flash of pain brings tears to my eyes. slowly, i move my hand to the blanket covering my torso and push it aside. i raise my head slowly to see a horrible looking scar stretched along my side. it's red and angry and makes me sick to my stomach. i fight to keep a sob from escaping my lips, but the sight of the wound makes it nearly impossible. i let out a whimper and the events of the night before replay in my head.

i stay close to the dark alleyways of the city. my lack of web-slinging and flying makes it difficult to remain discreet, but sticking to the alleyways where most of the crimes take place seems to work well for me. the streets become quiet after rush hour hits and the city is lacking its usual light atmosphere. i've been walking for a while and have yet to find anyone who needs help.

once one am rolls around, i stumble upon a younger couple arguing a few meters down the alley. the man is shouting and seems to tower over the girl. she's scared, that i can tell, but something about her seems tough and hard to crack. i hide behind the corner and bend down to wrap my fingers around the knife in my left boot, ready to make a move if necessary.

the man begins backing the girl up against the wall and making large gestures with his hands. he must've said something the girl didn't like because she takes her hand and brings it down across his face with a sharp crack. he stumble back, hand to his cheek. i tense when he looks back at the girl and growls at her like an animal.

as he raises his hand to hit her, i jump from around the building and sprint in their direction. i manage to grab hold of the man's fist before he brings it down to meet the girls' face. his head snaps in my direction and his attention is suddenly on me. i shoot a quick glance at the girl, pleading with my eyes for her to run.

"mind your business, lady." the man hisses through clenched teeth. i hold my ground, focusing on keeping his attention on me so the girl has a chance of getting away. "are you gonna say anything? or just stand there?" he continues. when i don't answer again, he lunges at me.

quickly dodging his attempt at an attack, i slash my knife along his forearm. he gasps and grabs at his now bleeding arm, holding it to his chest. i sneak one more glance at the girl and let out a sigh of relief to see she has fled the scene. the man makes another move and runs towards me. i grab his injured arm and spin him around to face the nearest wall. with all my strength, i push him against the bricks and hold him there while digging my fingers into his cut flesh.

"let's see how you like it, huh, tough guy?" i speak from behind him. he rests his forehead against the brick wall and begins to laugh. it’s a horrible sound. the noise is surprising and unsettling, but i do my best to remain present for the task at hand. i open my mouth to speak again, but all the comes out is a muffled yell as i feel something sharp tear into my side. my grip weakens and the man slides away as i crash forward into the wall.

it feels like someone has tried to sever my body into two pieces. the pain completely overtakes my senses and i no longer have any control. my glassy eyes move to see the man standing behind me, still clutching his arm. next to him is the girl from before, holding a gnarly looking hunting knife by her side. blood drips from the tip of it onto the concrete below. my blood.

the girl comes towards me and kneels next to me on the ground. i stare into her eyes with numb shock, so thrown off by her actions. she smiles at me. a wide, bright white smile that takes up half of her face. she grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me towards her.

"see what happens when you try to help people? maybe some people just don't need help from someone like you. go along, try getting back to your secret hideout with this, little girl." her words mean nothing as soon as she pushes me onto my back and delivers one heavy kick into my side, leaving me breathless as she and the man turn to walk away.

images keep flying through my head as i stare down at the scar. i can't look away. this thing is a part of me now and i can't bring myself to terms with it yet, not that i expect it to ever be easy. i slowly move back down until my head hits the pillow. i stretch one hand towards peter as the other one falls along the marred skin of my side. my fingers are just centimeters away from peters limp hand, i try to close the distance but fail as shots of fire emerge from my side.

hopeless and in pain, i finally let a wet sob leave my lips. i squeeze my eyes shut and let all the failure and defeat roll along with my tears. it's embarrassing. i take pride in myself for being a trained fighter both physically and mentally. yet, i had been so blindsided by the situation and it came back to get me, leaving me with a scar to remember it.

clammy fingers meet mine and squeeze tightly. i roll my head to the side and see peter kneeling next to the bed. his eyes are soft and tired. seeing his face makes me cry even harder with both relief and sadness. peter parker is here for me, holding my hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb as i cry and cry and cry.

eventually, i have nothing left but empty sobs and quiet whimpers. peter has moved closer, his head resting atop of mine as he places soft kisses in my hair. it's intoxicating and warm and i want him to do it for hours on end, but i need to get myself together. as scared as i am right now, i know he is even more so.

"help me sit up, peter, please." i more demand than ask. he obliges and wraps one arm around my shoulders and the other continues to hold onto my hand. i bite my lip to hold in any sounds of protest as my body shutters and writhes against the unwanted movement.

"i need to call mr. stark and tell him what happened. you need to know too." i whisper.

"maybe you just need to rest a little while longer-" peter tries to say.

"no. just... please find my phone." i plead. with a hesitant nod, peter rummages around the floor and comes back up with my phone. he dials mr. stark's number and sets it on speaker.

as it rings, i look over at peter again. he’s sitting on the edge of the other bed, feet dangling a few inches from the floor. i take notice of the empty feeling in my hand. "peter, just listen as i tell mr. stark. i doubt i'll be able to tell it more than once."

the ringing stops and tony starks' voice booms through the speaker.

"edie? are you okay?"

i let out a breath of air i didn't know i was holding, "mr. stark. i-i'm okay." i say weaker than i want to.

"what the hell happened, wolfie?" he asks, almost in a whisper, his voice is laced with sadness and worry.

with that, i tell him. i explain every little detail as best i can. peter lets out a tiny gasp when i get to the part about being stabbed, which makes me glance in his direction. he won't meet my eyes.

mr. stark doesn't say a word until i'm finished.

"im sending happy over. no, yanno what? i'll come myself." my eyes widen at his words. i immediately want to protest, but he wouldn't have it.

"i'll be there in four hours." he says and ends the call. peter and i finally make eye contact. the tired look in his eyes is still there, now laced with sadness and something else. i can't let either of us be sad for much longer. that's not what i want at all.

conjuring up my best smile, i speak with a chipper voice that only cracks once, "well, parker, looks like the boss man is coming home. we better make this place look presentable."

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☁️ Dreams

👩🏻 A/N: It's here! This is my first story! I just wrote it as I needed an outlet to get my mind off reality. Probably gonna write again? Idk 🤔Anyway I'm excited to share this! Not sure if it’s good BUT I hope anyone that gives it a go would enjoys it! 🥰

🌠 Geners: Fantasy, fluff, slight smut

📃 Word count: 4.9K

Since young, you always have a thing for dreams. You were told many stories of different people's dreams and you've always finds it fascinating on what goes on in there when your body shuts to recharged.

There was one in particular that had it imprinted in you till now. It was your grandparent's dreams. You can't believe that they actually met in their dreams and how their love unfolds into reality.

How can anyone dreamed of someone else when they've never cross path or see each other before? You always questioned.

You could never figure out no matter how many times they tell you their tales. But even so, it was the sweetest love story that you've heard and of course, seeing it through parts of their times, you were partially convinced that maybe dreams do come true.

As you get older, instead of popping colours of life, nightmares get the best of you. You eventually start sleeping lesser and lesser hours. Dreams were no longer the happy fluffy thing you did look forward to every night.

Today was the worst. It was one of those days, where you felt like everything was collapsing on you. This week have been so exhausting and you probably had less than 10hours of sleep in total. Having to deal with your sickening boss that always throws you with piles of urgent paper work that you end up OT till 1-2AM to finish, colleagues that act as if they're the only one that have a life outside of work and dumped their unfinished work on you.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worst, you sprained your ankle while chasing for your last bus home tonight.

"How great.." you sighed while limping up the bus with your now sore ankle.

"Well at least, I managed to catch the bus…" Trying hard to comfort your miserable self as you found a seat and sat down.

You finally reached home after what seems like forever. Throwing your heels aside, you limped towards the kitchen to get some ice for your swollen ankle. Walking to the living room you plopped yourself onto the sofa, turning the TV on that you have no plans on watching. You find yourself staring into the ceiling, can't help but to question about your life.

Even though you're tired as hell, you can feel yourself fighting that tiredness, refusing to let another nightmare invade you tonight. But as the clock ticks away by the minutes, you know your fight is futile.

"If only.. I just wish for one good dream.. Just one, to end this miserable week" with that, you find your heavy lids closed as you fell asleep.

The next thing you know, upon opening your eye you saw the ray of morning sun shining into your room.

Checking the time on the clock,

"It's 11AM?!" Now, widely awake. "Did I just sleep through the night?"

Not remembering when's the last time you slept through the night without waking up with cold sweat or hyperventilating from the nightmare you had. Though, you weren't complaining. You were in fact longing for a good sleep like this.

You got out of your bed, slipping into your bunny slippers, ready to kicked start your day. You just felt really good and recharged from the long sleep. After washing up and making yourself a cup of coffee, you walk to the sofa and sat down, finding a comfortable position to plan how you should go about your day before having your best friend over tonight for dinner and movie.

While you were making plans, a suddenly feeling strikes you. Something doesn't add up, but you can't seem to put it into words.

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It's 1PM. You're dressed in your ripped jeans and cute smiley sweater ready for some shopping therapy and groceries shopping for tonight's dinner. You grabbed a pair of your most comfortable heels and skipped out of your apartment. You were in a good mood, stress free and you know that's not normal but again you're not complaining. You're going to enjoy it while it last and so you thought.

As you were going down the long flight of stairs towards the bus stop, you were impressed at how you managed to go up these 'stairs of hell' with your swollen ankle last night. That's when you realised, they aren't painful anymore. You were pretty sure it was swollen before you fell asleep but they seem perfectly fine now. You also remember falling asleep on the sofa and not in the room.

So, how did I get to the room? When did I changed into the pj? Now, lots of thoughts are flying in and you couldn't much process or find an answer to them. Are you that tired that you can't remember what you did?

"Be careful!!" A loud voice snapped you back into reality and you can feel a strong hand holding on to your arm.

Facing the stairs down, you're pretty sure that you will get more than just swollen ankle if it's not for this person. You turned your head around wanting to thank your saviour but came to face with a white tee and strong veiny arms that is holding on to you. You tilted your head up trying to see who's this perfect fitting body belongs to and there, you saw a pair of small worrisome eyes looking at you.

"Are you ok? Hurt anywhere?" he asked worriedly.

At that moment, you couldn't seem to find a word as you were too focus on looking at this charming looking gentleman in front of you.

Let's be honest, ever since you start adulting, life has been a struggle of paying off bills and dealing with your work life. You hardly even have time for yourself, so let alone finding yourself a partner to add on the struggle with.

The only male presence in your life other than your dad, is your childhood best friend, Lee Minhyuk. Well, he's called your best friend for a reason. You have been in each other's life for more than a decade and you know each other all too well. Also, knowing that there will probably be no peaceful day ahead if you guys were to even try. You and Minhyuk can't even decide on a movie together for movie night without bricking for at least 30 minutes and ended up having to tossed a coin to decide. Which, you think it's probably going to happen tonight too. So, it has never really cross both of your mind about developing your relationship into anything else more than what you guys are.

You did met a few people, go for a few dates before but that was in collage when you had the privileged of time. All that just seems so long ago.

Right now, having come face to face with this charming guy, it is sure to activate your needs for a new male presence in your life. Not to mention, this gentlemen in front of you, his visual is… let's just say, he's totally your type. With your 'love struck' expression which you probably are showing now, he figured that you should be ok.

"Hi, I'm Hyunwoo." Waiting for your answer while holding on to you as you steady your feet.

You noticed his expression changed to a shy and smiley eye, that would totally make anyone soft.

"Hi" … "I'm y/n." Quite sure you sounded like a robot.

A red one to be exact because you can feel yourself blushing hard and the distant between the both of you and his perfume smell is not helping at all. You can hear him chuckled. His hand is still on your arms. His warm palm on your skin certainly have you feeling the butterfly flying wildly in your stomach.

"Are you free for a coffee?" You blurted out of nowhere and a sudden realisation that you're thinking out loud, got you in panicked mode.

"I mean… I mean you just saved me from the probability of cracking my head like an egg... so.. " pausing and cursing yourself for the lame joke. Now, you just want to dig a hole and hid.

He laughed. "I like that" not sure if he said that out of courtesy, just so your now red af face wouldn't burst.

"and sure. I would love for a coffee with you, Y/n. "

You liked the way he calls your name. Like you never knew it could sound so sweet.

After the awkward invitation, Hyunwoo slide his hand down from your arm. Holding on to your hand now, he casually walks down the stairs. Going one step ahead of you as he leads you down. He turned his head to looked at you and smiled,

"Now, you don't need to worry about getting your head cracked."

You're very sure at that moment, your face was in tomato red as Hyunwoo holds your hand and walk towards the nearby café.

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"Do you stay around here?" You asked as the both of you set down on the sofa seating in the café.

"Yes, I just moved here recently and was exploring the neighbourhood. You stay around the area?"

"Yup. Not far from the 'stairs of hell'." Almost rolling your eye.

Hyunwoo let out an airy laughed "I totally know what you mean."

Taking the first sipped of his drink, he started making some sound. "Mmmm! Mmm! This is so good!"

His reaction makes you adore him. How can someone be so charming, gentle and cute all at the same time.

"Oh, what did you ordered?" you asked out of curiosity.

"Honey grapefruit tea! It's on the drink's special menu. It's so refreshing!" You smiled at him as he sounded so proud of his order.

"Do you stay alone?"

That question was definitely out of nowhere.

There was a short pause as you were a little startled by the intruding question. Hyunwoo probably felt that he might have make you uncomfortable, so he explained.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. Since I moved here alone, I just thought it would be nice to know people in my neighbourhood. But its ok! You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry for the sudden question." Looking apologetic and not sure if he sounded weird.

But somehow his explanation makes you feel comfortable enough to tell him, so you looked at him,

"It's ok, dont be sorry. And yes, I kind of stays alone. But I have this best friend of mine, that would come crushing every so often to check if im still alive. So i'm not sure if that counts." Again, cursing yourself for the lame joke but it's kind of true too.

Well, atleast your reply showed Hyunwoo some relieved as you can see the smile back on his face.

"It would be nice if we could have…"

Before you manage to hear finished his sentence, the whole place start to shake violently. You could hear someone calling your name very loudly, somewhere but you couldn't find the source. Scared as hell, you closed your eyes shut.

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When you opened your eye, you were in a dazed. Minhyuk is now on the sofa beside you and shaking you violently. You frowned, now back to your sense. You were quite sure if he were to continue shaking, you would have thrown up on him that instant.

"Babe! Back on earth?! You scare the hell out of me!" "What happen to you?!" "I came into the apartment and the first thing I saw is your dead body on the sofa!" "I mean lifeless. I mean.." As Minhyuk went on with his chains of words, you rolled your eyes at him. You can totally see that small smirked on his face.

You had given Minhyuk the password to your apartment on day one when you move in, as he was whining non-stop about it until you gave him the digits. Since the both of you are having movie night every other Saturday, so you though it did be more convenient to do so too. But Minhyuk always says, it's for your safety so he can come by to check on you and see if you're still alive and kicking. You just want to rolled your eye, knowing all too well it's for his own convenience, as he always comes over for free meals, if not when he wants to escape from his mom's nagging. But even so, you never really mind it because he would keep you accompany whenever nightmares start taunting you.

"What time is it now?" you asked.

"It's almost 7PM, y/n! And you are supposed to start cooking dinner at 6:30PM!" He shouted across the kitchen while getting you a glass of water.

You took the glass from him while trying to figure out what just happened.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Minhyuk asked with concern on his face.

"No, it's not a nightmare. In fact, it was a good dream." You paused.

"Well, at least it is until someone starts shaking me so violently, I thought there was an earthquake." You said to him with a somewhat annoyed tone now. He pouted.

You stood up wanting to get a quick shower because you're still in your yesterday's work clothes but your ankle give way. Now you remembered that you had sprained your ankle and it's still swollen. You realised what was not adding up. You were dreaming, that's why it wasn't hurting earlier.

And that guy in your dream, Hyunwoo.

Who is he? Have you seen him before?

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It’s been a month since you dreamt of Hyunwoo and you were hoping to dream of him again but instead, the whole nightmare routine starts bugging you instead.

Today, was no different as you find yourself fighting the tiredness to sleep. But after sometime, you finally can’t hold much longer and you fell asleep on the sofa. When you opened your eye and to your delight, you were at the same cafe, same sofa seat where you and Hyunwoo were at before.

"Hey, your coffee." Looking up, you saw that smiley eyes that you were missing so much, right in front of you.

"Hey.." You replied, fighting the urge to ask if he he's real. Afraid that it would break the spell to whatever is causing this dream.

You decided to throw the thought to the back of your head, as you have been waiting for this to happen ever since that day, you tell yourself to enjoy it well it last. So, you turned your focus back on him.

"How have you been?" You smiled while sipping on the coffee he got for you.

"I'm good. And I've been thinking about talking to you again" That sudden confession caught you off guard.

Has he been thinking about me? This is a dream, right? He's probably a reflection of what I've been wanting to hear from a guy.

Now you're very much convinced by yourself that all this are probably just in your head.

The both of you talked for a while, enjoying each other's company. It felt nice talking to Hyunwoo and you were hoping to talk for a little longer but a loud ringing sound woke you up.

Lazy hand searching for the source of the dreadful sound, you grabbed the alarm and turn it off. Looking at the time, it's now 5AM and you know you are back at the harsh reality of work week. A sigh leaves you as you drag your heavy body out of bed.

On the way to work, you can't help but be hopeful about dreaming of Hyunwoo again since the second time did happened.

Indeed, you found yourself seeing Hyunwoo in your dreams for the third, fourth and fifth time in a spent of 2 months. It always happens at the same cafe. The both of you would be seating at the same sofa seat, drinking the same drinks. Even though, there's no knowing to when you will be dreaming of Hyunwoo but when you did, he never fails to makes you happy and recharged. You start seeing yourself looking forward to sleeping and dreaming again. Something that you use to love before adulting. Not to mention, nightmare have been less frequent and you were feeling better every day. It was a good sign for you.

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And today you're dream again, the sixth time. But you found yourself at a different setting. It wasn't the usual cafe or the sofa seat that you always sat on. It was a place you are not familiar with. It was someone's home.

It was Hyunwoo's home to be exact. You can see his family picture framed up sitting on the kitchen's table. He was smiling so brightly in the picture and you can see where he probably gets his youthfulness from. You smiled because in front of you, stands a familiar back hovering over the stove.

"Your mum look so young and pretty." you said while admiring his back view.

He turned around sounded in agreement. Now turning towards you, you can't help but to admire this perfect looking guy, in his home clothes and combing his hair back with his hand. He wearing a white tee that hug his body perfectly, showing his chest muscles curve and broad shoulder and a pair of shorts that shows his long legs. Unaware of yourself checking him out so openly, he chuckled

"Enjoying your view huh?" he says jokingly as he turns back to cook.

You cough trying to hid your blushing face, "Ahem, are you cooking ramen?" "The legendary 'Hyunwoo's ramen'?" You giggled as you teased him.

"Yes, I promised its the real deal."

"Are you sure is that good?"

"Oh yes, it's that good that you would want for more." feeling challenged as he places the ramen in front of you.

"Go on, have a taste"

He leans in on the table, moving into your personal space as you took your first bite. You're trying to ignore his extremely close presence, not sure if it's the ramen or Hyunwoo that's making you all hot now.

"How is it? Good?" Staring at you earnestly, waiting for your feedback.

How am I supposed to concentrate and eating with him being so close?

In all honesty, he looks so yummy you just want to eat him instead. You can't help but blush so hard at your own desirable thoughts.

"Are you ok?" Hyunwoo asked as his hands feels your burning cheeks and his face just inches away from you.

Your face now so close to his. You looked at his so kissable lips and a sudden impulse urged you to slid forward and kiss him. You retreat back and shut your eyes, hoping to wakes up so you don't have to face the embarrassment from your action. But you didn't. Before you know it, you felt Hyunwoo lips clashing back on yours causing you to open your eye in a shock. That impulse and innocent kiss had turned into a heated open mouth kisses as Hyunwoo move his hand behind your head keep you closer. You felt yourself heated up from the action. You want more. He pulls away after a while, only to carry you up onto the table as he parted your legs to stand between you. He latched his lips back on yours and you swear you're feel all sorts of sensational feeling with what he was doing. Hyunwoo slowly moves his hand with lazy fingers gliding all over your body leaving hot trials and tingling feelings to where ever he passes. You can feel the shiver up your body and the tight knot somewhere inside of you wanting more of him.

He pulls you closer to him while moving down to your neck, giving you soft open kisses. You can feel his growing bulge pressing on your centre as he grinds up against you, cause you to make soft seductive moans that you never thought you're capable of making.

"Hyunwoo.." You murmur as you arched your back.

He tilted his head up to look at you, so done for him just from the kisses. You can see his pupils blown; eyes filled with lust. He wants you. Before you can think of anything, you shudder as you felt the sudden contact of his palm cupping your heated clothed centre. You moaned and that encouraged him to move further. He slipped his hand through the side of your shorts and pushing your panties aside. You hissed at him when he parts your folds and starts making circle at your swollen nub. You can't remember the last time someone had taken care of you like that and saying you were a moaning mess is an understatement. You moved your hand wrapping around his now fully grown budge, wanting to help him relief from the strain in his shorts. You can hear his low moaned when you start pumping him. He sounded so attractive, yet so sweet. Soon after, both of you were helping each other to chased your much needed high.

"Baby.." the sudden pet name got you closer to your high " I can't…" you curled your toe and shut your eyes, preparing for the rush that was going to come through.

But talk about bad timing.

As you opened your eye as you found yourself lying on your own bed. You rolled over, face pressed down and you screamed into your pillow venting out your frustration. You need to settle your sexual frustration. Reaching down to your panties which is now soak with aroused.

You sighed. "I want him."

You find yourself craving for Hyunwoo. While thinking of him, you settle your needs with the fate of your own fingers.

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2 weeks went by after that heated dream you had. The seventh didn't come.

"Just go to that damn cafe! It won't hurt anyone…" Minhyuk retorted over at the other side of the phone. Clearly annoyed at you talking about the cafe for the nth number of times over the months.

You had told Minhyuk about all your encounter with Hyunwoo in your dreams. Maybe not all, you did leave the sixth encounter out to save yourself some teasing that you would for sure get from him.

"I dont know. I mean they're dreams. I shouldn't let it bothers me so much." turning and twisting your hair on your finger while you talked.

You have been thinking of going to that cafe ever since the first dream but you couldn't find a reason to go. You make your own morning coffee so you won't willing to spend that extra money on coffee outside. Work also got the best of you, so you go only between your work place or home. Your life it's so exhausting, so during weekends you just wants to stay at home do your overdue laundry and spend the rest of the day sloth-ing.

Today, Minhyuk finally convince you to get out of your den and you both were planning to meet for lunch.

"How about you go there and get me a cup of coffee before we meet?" Minhyuk suggested. Clearly taking advantage of your dilemma but, it works. You were more convince to pop by the cafe for a reason.

"You're one smart ass." you can hear his sinister laugh, knowing that he succeeded in getting himself a free coffee.

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"Hi, welcome!" The girl behind the cashier smile as you walk through the door. In reality, you have never noticed this cafe before, so let alone visit it, but it felt familiar. The interior and the seating were the same as what you could remember from your dreams. You look at the menu board for a while, even though you know you would probably get an ice coffee to satisfy your caffeine needs as you didn't have one in the morning. But you saw 'Honey grapefruit tea" on the drink’s special menu and without much thinking you ordered it along with Minhyuk's ice coffee. You set down at the same sofa seat that you and Hyunwoo had sat on in the dream, while waiting for your orders.

Your phone vibrates.

TheannoyingBFF: Hey babe! Please dont kill me!

TheannoyingBFF: Hyungwon car broke down and he needs me to find him

You: ...

TheannoyingBFF: I'll buy you dinner tomorrow

TheannoyingBFF: I PROMISE!

You: You better!

You: Be glad that I'm still at the cafe and not on my way

TheannoyingBFF: I'm sorry and I love you!

You: I would've killed you

You: along with hyungwon

TheannoyingBFF: Hope you will bump into him, so my sin can be off set *Praying emoji*

You: ...

You: Bye

You grabbed your drinks when your order tag buzz and went back to the sofa seat. Having your plans cancelled and with no back up, you decided to stay in the cafe for a while. This cafe makes you smile. You were happy when you're there, so it naturally makes you feel good.

You took a sip of the new drink and with an impressed look, you mumble to yourself “Waoh, it's indeed nice and refreshing." Continue drinking, you stare at Minhyuk's ice coffee that is place in front of the empty seat, you thought to yourself how lonely this makes you look. Like you've been bumped or something and this makes you feel like cursing at Lee Minhyuk.

'Ting Ting' the doorbell of the cafe rang. You didnt react to it as it has been sounding out quite a few times. While you continue to scroll through your feed, a familiar voice started talking.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" Looking at you and gesturing at the empty seat in front of you.

You looked up, couldn't believe by the person standing in front of you. You start looking around and find the cafe seat all packed, so you turned back to him "Erm.. No" while you kind of avoid looking at him as you try to calm your nerves and trying hard not to show that "love struck" expression.

He smiled and thank you as he set down. You moved the cup of now showing two layered coffee away, so he can have his space.

After a minute or so, his order tag buzzed and he stood up to get his drink. Your eye followed him as he went over to the counter. When he got his drink, you notice the table at the far end were about to leave and you can feel a slight disappointment in you, thinking that he would move to that available seats.

But to your surprise, you see him walking back towards you.

"If you don't mind, I did love to seat here. Is that ok?" His requested makes you smile.

"I don't mind. Please seat."

Both of you were quiet for a while, looking at your individual phones when you decided to break the silence.

"Do you stay around here?"

A sudden Goosebumps came to you as you asked the same question, at the same place, same spot.

He looked at you and with a soft smile, not questioning or looking at you weirdly.

"Yes, I just.."

before he finished his sentence, you were mumbling under your breathe, like you already know what he would probably say.

"..moved here recently and was exploring the neighbourhood."

He now looked at you with wide eyes but somehow it doesn't look like he was spooked by you but rather a sense of realisation. Like you know his secret.

He grabbed your hand and rushed out of the cafe, bring you to the 'stairs of hell'. That very spot when he first met you.

"Do you know this spot?" trying to search for an answer from you.

"Yes" is all you say, as you're trying to process the situation here.

He grins, showing his teeth and his eyes turned into a smiley eye that were so familiar with.

"This is real right?" you couldn't help but asked.

Because at this moment, you were just confused and happy all at the same time. Hoping that this could be real and not wakes up to nothingness again.

"It is." "Let's do this all over again." Not sure what he means by his words, you waited.

"Hi, I'm Hyunwoo. Nice to finally meet you." he stretched out his hand wanting for a handshake.

You couldn't help but to smile and hug him instead. The guy that you have been thinking of, debating if he is real or just fantasy, is right in front of you.

"Hi.. I'm y/n" you murmur as you can feel the tears that trapped in your eyes threatening to fall out.

He hugs you back and you could hear him say "Thank you for finally going to that cafe."

You look up at him "Did you go to that cafe frequently, hoping that you could meet me?" You're certain your face is now showing that 'love stuck' expression as you ask that question.

"Yes" is all he said as he held your arms and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

That moment, knew you're the one that needs to buy Minhyuk a meal and you can't love him enough for giving you the reason to go to the cafe.

"Shall we continue where we left off?" He whispered softly into your ears and turns to look at you with a goofy smile.

You can feel your face burning as he reached down to kissed you on your lips.

Having to experience ‘real dream’ yourself, you now truly believed your grandparents dreams and that some dreams really do come true.

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Kiss Me- Moxiety (Highschool AU)

Word Count: 2.3k

Ships: Logince, Moxiety, Decani

Content Warnings: Minor blood/injury, violence mention, sex jokes, homophobic classmates

AN: Should I be working on my Big Bang? Yes. Should I be doing homework? Also yes. But I had the idea and it refused to wait 😂 Also, I'm on mobile so 1) no taglist but I'll reblog it later if I remember, and 2) I think I did the read more correctly but if it didn't I'd like to make a formal apology to everyone who gets this spaghetti mess of a oneshot on their dash

Virgil was somewhat used to the feeling that he couldn't breathe. Be it from panic, anger, or other overwhelming emotions, it was a familiar sensation; his lungs squeezed so tight it felt as if his chest would collapse in on itself. But nothing caused such a sweet ache as Patton.

(Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress)

It had been Roman's idea, to begin with. The asshole. He'd teased Virgil endlessly about his flushed cheeks and soft smiles, directed entirely at Roman's best friend. Virgil had vehemently denied all accusations of love, of course.

"Come on, Danger Drone, you can't lie to me!" Roman teased Virgil from his position sprawled across his bed. "You've got it baaad."

Virgil shot a glare at his brother before returning his attention to his laptop. "No way," He scoffed, shifting on his own bed, tucking a small stuffed cat beside the pillow so it wouldn't be squished by his squirming.

Roman rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out before starting to sing, "Who ya think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and he-" He was cut off by a pillow smacking into his face.

Virgil snapped his laptop lid shut and hopped off of his bed, stalking over to Roman and crossing his arms. "I. Do not. Have a thing. For your dorky friend." He hissed.

"You know, you could really take some acting tips from Dad and me," Roman flashed him a toothy grin as he sat up, sitting nose to nose with Virgil.

Virgil scowled. "You're seriously cruising for a bruising, you know that, right?"

"As if. Logan would kick your ass," Roman winked. "He may be your best friend, but he's my boyfriend."

"As if. He'd be too busy lecturing you on provoking violence. And then you two disasters would probably start bickering and end up making out on the kitchen table again."

"Hey, that was one time!"

[[MORE]]

(Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me)

As much as Virgil hated to admit it, Roman was right. He was head over heels for Patton. Who wouldn't be?

He had such a pleasant way of speaking. Sweet, warm, but not superficial. He was always trying to look after other people, be it upset little kids from the elementary school next door, students freaking out over exams and friendships, teachers carrying things to their car, or lost and distressed animals.

He knew that Patton wasn't always the super sweet, happy, helpful person he seemed. Nobody could be, they wouldn't be human. But Virgil found himself wondering what it would be like to comfort Patton, help him with the little things he was always helping others with. The bubbly boy was always so busy with everyone else, Virgil sometimes worried that he didn't look after himself.

On the plus side, he thought as he trudged to school one morning, Roman was good with that kind of thing. He would nag Virgil to eat, to have his meds, to go to bed if it was too late. It was annoying at times, but he appreciated it. Roman was protective of those he cared about.

Which meant he really should have seen this sort of thing coming.

(Kiss me down by the broken tree house

Swing me, upon its hanging tire

Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat

We'll take the trail marked on your father's map)

"What the fuck happened?!" Virgil gaped at the blood smeared across Logan's face, leaking from beneath the crimson-stained tissues he held to his nose.

"Oh, you know. Charming small town high schoolers," Logan sighed, his voice muffled and nasal, as he gestured to the pencil skirt he was wearing.

He was in Roman's lap on the cot in the nurses office. Patton was already with them, sitting in a chair he had dragged from across the room, his hands fluttering anxiously as he cleaned up blood from Logan's shirt.

Roman was quiet, his arms wrapped around Logan's waist. "I'm going to beat them into the dirt," He muttered, his eyes glowing with anger.

"That's not necessary, Roman, honestly. I'll just stop wearing feminine clothing to school, it's obvious that was the catalyst here." Logan shook his head.

Virgil perched on the cot next to them. "You shouldn't have to, though. It's hardly your fault that they're a bunch of close-minded assholes."

"Close-minded assholes who should know better than to bully my beloved," Roman growled.

Virgil glanced at him, noticing his tense shoulders and clenched fists. "Ro, you can't fight everybody who hurts us," He cautioned. "Jock or not, you've got limits like everyone else."

"Well, it isn't like they're going to stop." Logan twisted to face Virgil. "Let's face facts; they'll get in trouble, detention or suspension at worst, and then they'll go right back to it."

Patton pouted. "I wish there was something we could do, though."

The four were silent for a few seconds before Roman lifted his head. "You know," He said slowly, his eyes lighting up, "I might just have an idea of what we could do."

(Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me)

Virgil fiddled with his seatbelt nervously in the backseat of the car. "Are you sure about this?" He asked Roman.

Roman didn't respond for a moment, squinting into a compact mirror as streetlights flashed past, illuminating the interior of the car with yellow light. He snapped it shut, apparently satisfied, and turned to Virgil. "Of course! I'd love to see them try to come after us after tonight."

"You two look great," Pops chirped from the front seat, turning to look at them. His glasses obscured his face in the dim car, but Virgil could make out his wide grin. "You're really gonna knock 'em dead tonight!"

"And if by chance any of these bullies don't make it through the night, I have bleach and a shovel in the garage," Dad added with a smirk, throwing a glance over his shoulder before returning his attention to the road.

Pops smacked his arm lightly. "Dee! You can't fight fire with fire like that!" He chided. "Don't encourage them to murder people."

Dad laughed and winked at Pops. "Oh, lighten up, Em. I'm just kidding."

Pops let out an unconvinced hum before turning back to the boys. "Do you guys have everything you need? Phones, water bottles, snacks?"

"Condoms?" Dad added, earning him another smack. "Hey!" He complained jokingly. "I'm just making sure they stay safe."

"The school is catering for the dance, it's fine, Pops," Virgil laughed. "And we're probably gonna grab dinner on the way home, anyway."

"Alright, alright," Pops smiled, turning back around in his seat. "Make sure you guys stay safe tonight, okay? And if anything happens, call us."

"Yes, Pops," They responded in unison, sharing a fond eyeroll.

(Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me)

Virgil wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when they walked into the dance. Roman was obviously going to get a lot of attention in the long, hip-hugging, vibrant red dress he had picked out. The lacy bottom of the skirt swirled around him as he casually strutted into the room, white heels clicking against the wooden floor. He wondered suddenly if he should have worn heels.

"Roman! Virgil!" He turned to see Patton and Logan, already posted up by the snacks table, Patton waving wildly at them. As they approached, Logan handed them each a cup of soda with a nod.

"You guys look amazing!" Patton gushed, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looked back and forth between the two brothers. "You look really nice in purple, Virge, you should wear it more!"

Virgil felt a blush creeping up his neck as he took a swig of soda. "Uh, thanks," He responded. He hadn't been sure about the floaty violet skirt and silver, off the shoulder bodice when Roman had thrust it at him in the store, but he had to admit it was growing on him. Especially if Patton liked it.

He took a moment to look Patton up and down. Something about the shimmering, wide blue skirt and butterflies dotted across the neckline seemed familiar, but it was hard to focus on when Patton was smiling sweetly up at him, his sparkling blue eyes framed with delicate eyeliner and his cheeks dusted with shimmery highlighter.

"Your dad's really outdone himself with this one!" Roman exclaimed. "Cinderella, right? It looks gorgeous!"

Patton giggled and did a little twirl, the skirt swishing around him as he moved. "Yeah! He's been working on it for a while to sell as a costume piece, but when I told him about the dance, he said I could have it!"

Virgil grinned. Patton's dad was an odd one- a chaotic cryptid with all the self control of a hyperactive monkey- but he certainly knew how to hit an aesthetic.

Logan reached out to Roman, standing up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "You guys really didn't have to do this, you know," He smiled gently.

"What? And have the world miss out on this view?" Roman spun, the flared base of his skirt brushing against Virgil's ankles, and struck a pose, his hand on his hip.

Logan chuckled. "I suppose you're right. It would be a shame."

"Nothing compared to the potential tragedy of not being able to see you all dressed up," Roman winked, tipping up Logan's chin and pecking him on the lips.

Logan blushed faintly, his hands moving to smooth out his dark blue skirt, the star-like silver dots speckled down the fabric catching the light as he moved. "Thank you."

"Shall we?" Roman offered his arm.

"This is a dance, after all," Logan slipped his hand into the crook of Roman's arm, and the pair disappeared into the crowd.

(So kiss me)

Virgil leaned back against the wall, swirling his soda idly as he watched couples twirl past, dresses and suits and jewelry shining in the coloured lights.

Parties were... so not his scene, but he supposed it was worth it, between the surprised looks from the brats who'd beaten up Logan, Roman and Logan clearly enjoying themselves on the dance floor, and-

"Heya!" He jumped, turning to see Patton appear next to him. "Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to spook ya," He giggled, and Virgil's heart thudded in his chest.

"It's all good," Virgil responded. "So, uh... I kinda figured you'd be off dancing with your friends. Harley and Brian and all that."

Patton shrugged. "They all paired off for the dance," He explained. "It's okay, though! That means I can hang out with you!"

"Oh," Virgil said dumbly. "Uh, do you... do you wanna dance with me?"

Patton looked up at him with a wide smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

(So kiss me)

He was dreaming. There was no other explanation for this. Patton's arms looped around his neck, chatting happily to Virgil as a slow dance played over the speakers. Dreaming or dead, he repeated as he shifted his hands on Patton's waist.

Roman caught his eye from across the room and winked. Virgil fought the urge to flip him off as Logan laughed.

So what if he liked Patton? It wasn't like this meant anything. They were just dancing together as friends, and that was fine. Virgil would enjoy it while it lasted, and that would be that.

".. rgil? Virgil, are you okay?" He blinked and looked back down to Patton to see a concerned frown on the other boy's face. "You look like you're a million miles away, buddy."

"Oh, uh... just thinking. Don't worry," Virgil blushed. "I'm okay."

"I'd hope so. If I upset you, Roman might revoke his approval," Patton giggled.

"Wait. Approval?" Virgil paused, staring down at Patton in surprise.

Patton blinked, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Well, ah, I thought you- and he said he... is this not a double date?"

Virgil shot a glare at Roman, who flashed him a sweet smile and twirled away gracefully, vanishing into the crowd with Logan once more. "First I've heard of it," He told Patton.

Patton recoiled and took a step back, his face red. "Oh! Oh, gosh, I'm sorry, Virge, I- you don't have to-"

Virgil pulled him close again, his own face blazing hot. "I don't- I don't mind," He stammered. "Dancing with you. Or the, the date part."

Patton reached up and, after a moment's hesitation, put his arm around Virgil's neck again. "So... this is okay?"

"Y-yeah," Virgil confirmed. "More than okay."

Their faces were inched apart like this, and Virgil felt his breath catch in his throat as Patton bit his lip, his eyes darting down to his mouth. "Can... can I-"

Virgil didn't wait for him to finish the question before he leaned forward, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. It tasted like caramel lipgloss and cheap soda and cheese puffs and Virgil swore he was fucking floating.

When they broke apart again, Patton's eyes were shining in the pink-yellow-blue-green lights swinging over the dance floor. "Wow," He said, sounding almost as breathless as Virgil felt, and rested his head against Virgil's shoulder.

As they spun across the dance floor, the tulle of Patton's skirt flaring around them, Virgil decided maybe parties weren't so bad after all, as long as he got to bring Patton with him.

... Roman was still dead meat when they got home, though.

(So kiss me)

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #milo writes #thomas sanders #moxiety #logince #oneshot #songfic #emile picani #remus sanders #you can see him if you squint xjakxj #this might become an actual au

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justsierrasart · 4 years

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This is chapter 6 of my fanfiction, “Safer”.

https://my.w.tt/0GcLpFUcb2

"RK900, huh?"

"Yes, sir."

"Sounds harsh for something as pretty as you."

Conan didn't quite understand the officer's remark, but he knew it wasn't a professional way of talking to your employees. So he didn't answer.

"You don't talk much?"

"I, uh, I do, I just didn't know exactly how to respond to that, sir."

"Stop calling me that, will you?" The officer said, standing up from his seat and walking over, stopping behind Conan's chair.

Conan's blood ran cold and the officer's heavy hand touched his shoulder.

"I'm really glad to have you around here, RK900."

The Captain's hand slowly moved down the android's shoulder, fingers crawling on his chest.

"You're going to be a good little Android, aren't you, RK900?" Kane's whisper cut sharp.

Conan's mind was racing, cold sweat (or what was the android version of it) perking up on his soft, new skin. He felt his entire body fill with pure panic, his heart throbbing with nervous...pain?

He felt pain? He didn't know that was even possible, but the thought left him as fast as it came. All he could think if was getting out of there as fast as possible. But as the man leaned down and bit his ear, hot breath and salivy making Conan's skin crawl with disgust, his entire body froze. What he could do tho, was turn on audio and visual recording. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew it wasn't right.

The room felt like it was closing in, getting smaller and smaller.

He didn't suspect anything when Captain Kane asked to meet him in the far end interrogation room instead of his office. He was too young, too naive.

'God, I've been alive A DAY!' he thought, eyes shutting, pushing singular tears down his tense cheeks as the hand traveled down his torso.

"No, please don't!" He finally broke out. He thought he'd screamed, but all the came out was a yelped whisper.

But it didn't stop anything, and as the hand grabbed his croach, squizing hard, nothing but a weak cry escaped Conan as the pain in his chest intesified.

His heart felt like it was burning.

"Now, now... Don't cry, don't be scared, I know how you work. I'm going to make you feel good."

He didn't know how to answer any of what was happening, he just gave up. Well, not exactly. He had entirely frozen. Entirely, stone cold frozen. All he could hear was the blue blood pumping in his ears, the endless white noise filling the room.

He tried his best not to feel the pressing and grabbing or the hot breath of the man he looked up to just a few minutes ago.

"You're a good boy, RK." repeated into his ear had long turned into a murmur, his program tried to block it out.

What he did hear tho were the rithmic steps starting from far away and getting louder and closer, then stopping, then running and a-

CRASH!

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING?!"

Something was said before the shouting, but Conan didn't catch it, all he knew was that as soon as the crash of the glass happened, the weight was lifted off of his shoulder and the pain around his privates stopped.

"Woah Reed, this is really nothing you should-"

"You fucking pervert, I knew you had something up with you!"

"Put the fucking gun down!" the Captain stepped towards the detective, hand forward in front of him, which Conan didn't see.

"You fucking bet!"

"I said put your-"

BANG!

And while all of this was happening, Conan sat there, entirely frozen, only his eyes jittering behind his lids.

"AH SHIT! Gavin, what the fuck?!"

"Fuck you, that's what!"

"You're gonna go to jail for this!"

"No, you are!"

The man on the floor, holding his wounded arm, that was previously molesting Conan, laughed a sarcastic, sick laugh and barked back.

"What the fuck for? Playing with a fucking android? It didn't feel shit, Gavin, you know that, don't you?! We do, they're just plastic-"

"Shut theh fuck up." Gavin scoffed back.

"Nah, you know it, they're not people, just dolls! And if it has it, why not use it?"

"For fuck's sake Captain, you can't just diddle them whenever you fucking please, you sick fuck!"

They were interrupted by the crowd gathering around the scene, Connor's voice cutting their dialogue.

"What happened?" he looked over and saw his new brother's frozen frame, "Conan?!", he said, speedwalking towards him, leaning on the desk and staring at his cold face.

"This fucking sicko was.. He was," Gaving struggled to find words, puttin ghis gun back into it's holster and walking towards the RKs.

The truth was, when he was searching for his boss, organizing through the case file on his way, and when he looked up and saw what was happening, he didn't think of anything other than the instinct in him kicking into action. He didn't see an android, he saw a boy being sexually assaulted, he saw it's or.. his scared, helpless, innocent look, , he saw the tears and his hand reached for his gun, dropping and forgetting everything.

"He was what, Gavin, what?! What happened?!" Connor cried out, bringing him back.

"He was sexually ha- violating.. it, Connor. Fucking shithead."

The siren of the ambulance could be heard outside of the building, and as more people filled the room and Gavin was sure he wouldn't escape, he finally looked away from his boss and at Conan. Seeing Conan's frozen state, he turned to Connor in confusion, who didn't need to hear the question to answer it.

"His system froze. That's what we do in order to be as silent as possible in case a suspect- ah, that doesn't matter. He froze because of extreme stress, his levels are way too high... God... Conan..."

"Of course they fucking are, he was all over it, fucking pervert."

"Wait, let me try to..."

Conan took his brother's arm and turned it face up, putting his arm on his, a motion Gavin was way too familiar with. Their skin dissolved back, revealing white underneath, glowing in sync.

"You there?" Connor whispered, through led, causing Conan to jerk into reality.

His ice blue eyes opened up, video recording turning back on. He stared in front of him for a few seconds, before focusing on Connor.

"Is it gonna be fine?" Another voide spoke, causing him to momentarily look in the direction of it.

"Thank you." he mouthed weakly, before his eyes filled with hot tears and his face curved into pain and sorrow.

His system felt dizzy.

Video recording : off.

Audio recording : off.

#dbh #detroitbecomehumanfandom #dbh fanart #dbh fanfic #dbhfanart #detroitbecomehuman #dbhfanfic #rk900 imagine #gavin reed x rk900 #rk900 is baby #reed900 fanfic #cute reed900 #sad #poorbb #somebody stop me from making art that makes me cry

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Omg I just thought!!!!! Angst with Sokka where him and reader are captured and about to be executed by fire Lord azula, and in order to protect her he pretends they're not together or that he doesn't love her. He forces the reader to deny she's with the avatar to ensure she escapes to tell the others what happened.... What happens to Sokka is up to you but my heart is already breaking panda 😭😭

“Well, your plan is failing so far, isn’t it? I don’t even know who that is.”

He was doing it. He had told you beforehand that this was the plan, but you had never truly believed he would genuinely follow through. Hearing him say those words with such emotion, such vigour had your stomach reeling, the urge to yell and kick and scream in your own defence suddenly bubbling to the surface.

You shoved it down, continuing to pretend like you had absolutely no idea why you were here in the first place. Chains were wrapped tightly around your wrists, heating up with every movement you made to defy them. It got to the point where you just slumped down against the wall, looking up at Azula and Sokka through heavy-lidded eyes.

Azula raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her lips quirking at the corner as she turned to look at you. Sokka was still huddled in the opposite corner, and upon Azula looking away from him, his eyes shot to your own. You met them, quickly looked away when Azula stepped in your direction.

“Is that right? Have my people made a little mistake?” she asked. “Tell me, stranger - are you not with the Avatar?”

“The Avatar left us all,” you replied. The lie was easy. “Nobody has seen him in decades.”

Azula pursed her lips, slowly straightening up. She kept her dark eyes trained on you, though, as if calculating your next move - you were far too weak to try anything at the minute. Anybody with common sense would be able to judge that from the sizzling skin of your wrists and the black eyes you were currently sporting.

Azula sighed and clicked her fingers absently. Immediately multiple guards were rushing forward, snatching your arms and dragging you to your feet. You stumbled in their grip, quickly caught yourself because you would be damned if you were to be dragged out of here without getting a glimpse of Sokka first.

This was how things were meant to go. Sokka had a plan, and you had to keep reminding yourself of that very fact; he knew what he was doing. He would come back to you eventually.

“Take them away,” Azula ordered. “They’re useless anyway.”

You wanted to scream out for Sokka as the guards dragged you out of the palace and into the cold. The doors slammed closed, blocking his face for good; the last sight you had managed to snatch of him was Azula teasing a fireball against the ends of his hair, him curling up in a ball in any attempt to get away from the torture that was no doubt about to befall him.

+++

You weren’t sure how long you ran for. By the time you came to a halt, you couldn’t feel anything. The cold had chased the feelings of pain away, leaving you trembling as your knees gave out beneath you and you fell into the brambles around you.

But then Aang was there. Aang, Appa, Momo, Katara, even Toph. They were surrounding you, forming a tight circle around your shivering figure. Katara’s hands were on your face, tilting your head up and down in her attempts to see just what kind of damage she was dealing with.

You flinched away from her fingers and looked away. “We have to get Sokka.”

“He’s still out there?” It was Aang. He was still young, yet to learn how to hide the surprise in his voice.

Katara sent him a glare and turned back to you. Despite her trying to remain calm, it was clear that the news of her brothers continued abduction was chilling her to the bone. “How did you escape?”

“He pretended he didn’t know me,” you replied, choking back a sob at the memory. “He made me say I didn’t know where Aang was and they deemed me useless and let me go. But Sokka - he can’t pretend. They’ve seen him with the Avatar on multiple occasions. Unless he can find his own way out-”

“He won’t need to,” Toph announced. “We’ll go and get him. Y/N, you stay here with Appa and Momo-”

“If you lot are going, then so am I!”

“If Azula sees you with Aang and realises you lied to her, she’ll kill you on the spot,” said Katara, already shouldering her travellers bag and tucking her hair back into it’s loops. “And besides, you’ll only slow us down with the state you’re in.”

You bit your lip, trying to force down the protestations that were stemming purely from the feeling of love you held for Sokka. You knew they were right, of course. You could barely stand upright, let along trek through the Fire Nation in search of your boyfriend, fighting off guards on the way. You would be more useful at camp, getting things prepared for whenever Sokka did return home.

Because he would, and as you watched the group flee through the forest, you told yourself that on a loop: he would return home. He would come back to you. He would be fine.

+++

Sokka couldn’t see through his left eye, which was the first sign that he was injured pretty bad.

He wasn’t really sure what to do about it, though. How did Toph live like this, only with two eyes? Sokka was being driven insane just from being unable to see the left side of him. He half expected Momo to come soaring through the sky and kick him in the side of the head purely because he wouldn’t be able to see him coming.

Sokka hollowed out his cheeks, letting his head fall back against the concrete wall of the cell he had been thrown into. Trying to keep himself entertained was a difficult job considering he felt nothing; it was easy enough telling jokes, but was it really worth it whenever your body was numb from both emotional and physical feeling? His wrists were charred to almost nothing, his head thumping, his left eye swollen closed. He was fairly certain his lip had been busted open, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint how that injury had appeared - he didn’t remember anyone hitting him in the mouth, but he was in no fit state to question it. And quite frankly, he didn’t have the temperament to ask.

The only question he desperately wanted to ask was if you had gotten out.

It was lodged in his throat, being forcefully pulled to the surface every single time a guard came to check on him; he needed to know. It was driving him mad. The last glimpse he had gotten of you was only seconds before the double doors of the throne room had closed, blocking you off from the world entirely. He didn’t know if they had killed you, if they had truly let you go, if you had somehow found your way back to Aang and the others - god he hoped you had. To sit and pretend that he didn’t love you would only be worth it if you somehow managed to get yourself to safety.

It didn’t even need to be Aang and the others. It could have been a tiny village off the coast, could have been a nice set of travellers who were willing to take you in. Sokka would rot in this cell, Aang and his family unknowing to his whereabouts, and he would do it willingly if it meant you had gotten someplace safe.

Although, he had to admit, he would prefer to have Aang and the others come to his rescue.

He was snapped out of his daze by the rattling of the cell bars.

His head snapped up, his single eye searching for the face in the dark. It was probably another one of the guards, maybe the freaky one who had done a backflip upon initially meeting Sokka. Or worse - the monotone one.

But Sokka’s entire being was swept up in excitement when his eyes met the familiar pair of ice blue ones that mimicked his own almost perfectly; it was a family trait, though Sokka insisted that his were a little bit more appealing than his sisters.

“Katara!” he exclaimed before he could think better of it; it probably wasn’t the best thing to start yelling when there were guards a few feet down the hallway.

Katara shushed him in that way she always did. “Can you stand?”

“I can try.”

“Well be quick about it. I don’t know how long Toph and Aang are gonna be able to hold the guards off.”

Sokka struggled to his feet. His knees were bruised from being tossed around like a ragdoll, and his head pounded. He had to lean against the wall for a few seconds until a wave of dizziness passed, but even as the pain engulfed his body, there was only one question on his mind and lips.

“Did Y/N get back to you?”

Katara froze, fingers curling around the bars. Her expression turned dark, and Sokka felt his dinner rising in his throat, because the expression was not a good one. You hadn’t gotten home. They hadn’t seen you and all of Sokka’s torture and method acting had been entirely for nothing.

He shook his head before Katara had even replied. “No. Please tell me-”

“They’re back at camp,” Katara replied.

Sokka pursed his lips, closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. “Don’t scare me like that. Ever.”

Katara nodded. “I’m sorry. It’s just - They weren’t in good shape. They could barely stand when we-”

Sokka B-Lined towards the cell door. “Get me out of here. I need to get back to them.”

+++

Apparently you had fallen asleep.

You hadn’t meant to, of course. For most of your life, you had been unable to sleep under the influence of stress, no matter how hard you tried. You would stay conscious, twisting and turning in the covers as you overthought every little detail about the day; that was just how things had always been.

But it seemed that, under the influence of true pain, you were able to fall asleep as quick as a light switch being flicked off. Part of you was grateful for it, though when you woke up, the panic that gripped you was almost enough to chase that relief away.

You shot bolt upright, gripping for the leaves around you. It was dark now, the only light coming from the dimming fire that Momo and Appa were huddled around, fast asleep. Neither of them shifted when you awoke, which you were grateful for - you didn’t want to explain your distress. Not right now.

You looked around and very nearly let out a sob. Sokka wasn’t back yet. None of them were. The camp sight was desolate bar the single sleeping bag set up in the far corner and a few flasks that Katara had left out before fleeing to go and find her brother - but there was no sign of them.

You curled your knees towards your chest and groaned. You should have went with them. Even with the throbbing headache still clawing at your system and the dizziness you were experiencing even upon being seated, you knew you should have gone with them. You had been in that temple, could tell them where to go and who specifically to look out for. Aang and Katara would have no idea, and Toph couldn’t even see to be able to direct them. You could imagine them now, wandering aimlessly through the Fire Nation temples whilst Sokka was being tortured and bruised and humiliated for-

“Oh god, Y/N!”

Your eyes snapped open. You hadn’t even fully processed the form of Sokka emerging through the tree line before you were throwing yourself forward and into his arms, as if you were drawn to him, a magnet to metal.

His arms fit perfectly around your waist, bundling you against his scarred and sweat covered chest that was peeking a little bit more than usual through the top of his Water Tribe robes. The sweat was mingled with dried blood, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, because he was standing in front of you, alive and talking.

“You’re okay,” you whispered into his neck, a mantra on repeat. “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Sokka whispered back, running his trembling fingers through your knotted hair with a struggle. “They barely touched me.”

“How can you say that?” you hissed, jerking away and gripping his chin. He gritted his teeth against your probing, but nonetheless, the feel of your fingertips against his skin seemed to relax him as he leaned into your touch, shoulders slumping forward. “Sokka, you need some rest.”

“That’s what we’ve been telling him the entire way back,” Toph said casually. “The little shit thought it was better to give us an hour long speech about how terrified he was that you hadn’t it made it home. Yuck!” She swiftly kicked Sokka in the back of the knees with a precision that she really should not have had.

Sokka buckled, grunted as he fell to the floor.

“Now sleep!” Toph demanded. “Both of you. Give me some damn peace and quiet.”

And even though you wanted nothing more than to sit and talk to Sokka about what had happened, what he had suffered through, Toph was right - you both needed rest. Though you had just woken up, it would take days to recover from the torment you had been forced to deal with back at the Fire Nation.

You gently tugged Sokka along to the sleeping bag, ignoring the hushed and concerned whispers of Aang and Katara in the background. You curled up next to him, resting your head on his chest, and said a silent thank you to whoever was listening that Sokka was okay, he was alive, and he had come home.

#atla request #request

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rachello344 · 7 years

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kaishin soulmate au where sonoko is the first person who finds out that they're soulmates and flips a lid bc kid is supposed to be her soulmate. kaito and shinichi are mildly terrified bc lbr sonoko is kinda scary and doesn't know when to quit. ran is laughing her ass off. (so is aoko if she knows???)

hm, I’m gonna have to make a feeeeew changes to this for Plot Reasons, but I like it. Very good. XD I hope you enjoy where I take it. ;D

Shinichi fidgeted with his watch in an effort not to touch his tattoo. The tattoo–the four suits from a deck of playing cards, clover and heart atop diamond and spade–had appeared on his wrist shortly after he was born. He’d never seen their match before.

“I’m telling you,” Sonoko said, leaning into his space, “I saw the same tattoo on Kaitou Kid.”

“And I’m telling you,” Shinichi snapped, “I think I would notice if my soulmate was Kaitou Kid.”

“Would you?” Sonoko raised an eyebrow, looking every inch a princess, her hip cocked and her head tilted. Royal pain, more like. “Would you check a criminal for your matching tattoo? One of us wanted him to be their soulmate, and that person wasn’t you.”

“She has a point, Shinichi,” Ran said reasonably. “What if she’s right?”

Shinichi scoffed. “What does it matter? It’s not like I can just waltz up to his house and let him know. Besides, what kind of thief would want anything to do with a detective?”

Kaito sneezed, rubbing his nose with his sleeve.

“Someone must be talking about you,” Akako said. “Nothing good, I’m sure.”

“Ha ha.” Kaito rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. The heist last night had been close. That Suzuki girl had been hot on his heels, and Kudou had almost gotten him with that nasty watch of his.

He knew he should lay low for a while, but there was something about being chased by Kudou that was just thrilling. His heart kicked up a notch just remembering how in sync they’d been. Kudou was always just a step behind him, occasionally throwing him for a loop long enough to overtake him before Kaito could get his bearings back and return to the lead.

He sighed. Hakuba had found him so quickly, so why didn’t Kudou? He wanted to see if they got along as well as he hoped they would, damn it. And, well, Kudou was gorgeous, all long legs and confident superiority. Kaito wanted to ruffle his feathers like nothing else.

Kaito was halfway to his favorite coffee shop when he realized that he’d left the bracelet he usually wore on his desk. He glanced down at his tattoo, plainly visible in black and red. Well, nothing for it. It was a little unusual to see people with their tattoos showing, but not unheard of. He was a well known eccentric anyway.

No one paid it any mind until he was pouring creamer into his coffee.

“Kaitou–” a girl gasped.

Kaito raised his eyes with a frown, schooling his expression quickly when he put a name to the face. What the hell is Suzuki Sonoko doing here?

“Sonoko, who’s this?” Mouri Ran asked, smiling politely.

“This is him,” Suzuki hissed. “See? His tattoo is the same, just like I said.”

“My…?” Kaito froze. He’d forgotten his bracelet at the heist, too. He hadn’t even thought about it, but he’d run out of concealer the night before. How had Suzuki managed to get a long enough look to recognize it days later?

“Wait, you mean he’s–?” Mouri covered her mouth, eyes wide. Did they both know? How did they make the connection?

“Come sit with us,” Suzuki said. It wasn’t a request.

Kaito frowned, but allowed her to lead him to their table. “Look, miss, I think you must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“Don’t play coy,” Suzuki said, sitting and taking a sip of her tea. “You’re cute, but that’s not going to work on me, even if I am a fan.”

“A fan? Look, I really think–”

“I know who your soulmate is,” Suzuki interrupted.

Kaito opened his mouth, but couldn’t think of anything to say. He touched his wrist, unthinking. If Suzuki Sonoko knew who his soulmate was, it had to be someone she was close to. Her two best friends were Mouri Ran and…

His face felt hot all of a sudden.

“Figured it out, have you?” Suzuki looked smug. “Then you should realize that I don’t want to turn you in. Quite the contrary. This isn’t a ‘quit your night job’ talk, it’s a shovel talk.”

Kaito’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Shovel talk? So what, you’ll hurt me if I hurt my soulmate?”

“Oh no,” Suzuki said, shaking her head. “I supply the comfort food. Ran will hurt you.”

Mouri smiled politely. “I’m a black belt and my school’s captain of the karate team.” Her voice was sweet, but it promised nothing but malice. Kaito shivered.

“You haven’t even told me who you think my soulmate is.”

Suzuki huffed. “I know for a fact that Kudou Shinichi’s soulmate is Kaitou Kid,” she said. Her voice was low, but confident.

“Well, my name is Kuroba Kaito, not Kaitou Kid.” He took a drink of his coffee, cheeks still warm. “I’ve never met this Kudou Shinichi, but… I’d like to.”

“Then you’re in luck,” Mouri replied cheerfully. “He’s meeting us here.” She looked over Kaito’s shoulder and waved. “Speak of the devil!”

Kaito couldn’t bring himself to look, concentrating on drinking his coffee. He’d taken two long drinks when he heard Kudou walking toward them.

“Who’s this? You didn’t tell me we were meeting anyone else here.” Kudou’s voice was smooth and cool. Kaito turned to meet his eyes. He’d never seen him without something between them–a disguise, a monocle. Kaito was hyper-conscious of how small the distance between them was.

Kudou’s gaze dropped to the inside of his wrist, exposed through Kaito’s grip on his mug. His eyes went wide, and his face went red.

“Good,” Suzuki said, “now that you’ve figured it out, Ran and I can leave you lovebirds to get to know each other. Kuroba Kaito, meet Kudou Shinichi.” Suzuki stood. “Shall we, Ran? I want to go shopping.”

“Celebrating?”

“Of course. It’s not every day I get to tell the detective otaku I told you so.” Suzuki paused in collecting her things. “That reminds me, Shinichi: I told you so.”

Without further ado, she and Mouri strolled out the door, pastries in hand. Kudou seemed to fall into the chair across from him. He covered his face with his hands, muffling a groan.

“What the hell,” he mumbled into his hands.

Somehow, seeing Kudou so off-balance made him feel more stable. Whatever happened, he wasn’t alone. If everything went well–no, best not to get his hopes up.

“Imagine how I felt. I was just minding my own business, getting coffee, when your blonde friend blindsided me and accused me of being Kaitou Kid.”

Kudou snorted. “I’m surprised she left so easily. I expected her to give one or both of us a hard time. I mean, she was really hoping you’d be her soulmate. She has a soulmate, but she’s always been interested in you.”

Kaito bit his lip, dropping his eyes shyly. “And… what about you? Are you… interested in me?”

“I thought that was obvious,” Kudou said. “I don’t make a habit of chasing thieves. Just you.”

“You never tried to find me.” Kaito hesitated. “I mean–”

“It didn’t seem fair. I know Hakuba found you outside of the heists, but it doesn’t really count, does it? He doesn’t have proof or anything. It’s only a win if it’s during the game.” Kudou looked out the window, playing with the band of his watch. He was blushing again. “And anyway, I think the rules have changed for us.”

Kaito reached forward, touching his wrist just below the watch. “Can I see?”

Kudou jolted, but nodded quickly, undoing the strap and setting it aside. Kaito turned his hand over, comparing the tattoo to his own. A perfect match.

“Does it bother you?” Kudou asked.

Kaito looked up to meet his eyes. “Does what bother me?”

“This,” he said, gesturing between them. “My being a detective.”

Kaito rubbed his thumb over Kudou’s wrist. “Does it bother you?” Kudou shook his head. Kaito smiled, letting go of the last of his tension. “Good. And no, it doesn’t bother me. Even though we’ve never really had time to talk, I feel like you understand me. Your being a detective doesn’t negate that.” He laughed a little. “Besides, soulmates can’t be forced to testify against each other in court.”

Kudou snorted, taking Kaito’s hand and rubbing his thumb over the matching mark. Kaito shivered.

“Go out with me?” Kudou asked.

Kaito grinned. “Of course.”

#detective conan #magic kaito #kaishin #destined rivals #soulmate au #rachel fills prompts #anonymous #this was a lot of fun!#i hope you don't mind that i took it in a slightly different direction #i thought this would be a fun way to work with sonoko and her celebrity crush on kid #hope you like it!!

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