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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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Rodeo Gyro

notsfw !! // gn reader // taking care of Gyro and thigh riding

notes/warnings: thigh riding, mild biting, gyro teasing reader

I really wanted to write an nsfw Gyro fic since that cowboy makes my brain mushy. So here it is 🥰 yeehaw besties 💖✨

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–NSFW BELOW THE CUT– MINORS DNI –

“On your left!” You grunted out with a heave as you tossed the hay bale towards Gyro. Droplets of sweat trickled down your skin, forehead already soaked from the heat and the beads running down your back not making it easier not to flinch as they settled at the base of your spine. It’s another scorching summer and the stables are worse off than the outside. You were never one to hate a good nap in the hay come wintertime, but during summers like these you wished to step out of your skin itself for some relief.

The blond easily caught your throw, letting out a small sound on impact he’d rather you didn’t hear. Can’t have you thinking he’s handling this heat any worse than you, now can he? Although, his shirt has been long gone. He proudly announced that Italians know how to handle heat, boasting that his grandfather worked in 45 degree weather and never as much as peeped about it.

You had rolled your eyes at his statement but the annoyance at his antics soon faded when he had revealed his torso.

His skin was a beautiful olive hue, no tan lines, indicating he had probably spent his spare time just as shirtless as now. The muscled lines surging over him seemed sculpted by God themself, a dewy shine having already settled on his godly abs and pecs.

And his arms, oh his arms. Those hay bales had kept him fighting-fit and soon your eyes trailed the expanse of his chest where short curly planes of hair rested, only further emphasising his muscular pecs.

Like you were being guided by the valleys and streams of a gorgeous landscape, you arrived right at the river mouth: a trail of more short curly hairs barely visible by their champagne colour leading you down a path of despair you’d happily embark on. It led all the way from his belly button down to where his jeans started, his signature belt buckle making you realise just how dry your throat had gotten.

And all this in a mere second, or two. Or at least five, who are you kidding? You had cleared your throat and resumed throwing Gyro the hay bales one by one, trying your hardest to focus on the task at hand. It had been going well too, a steady pace made time fly by quickly. Just a couple more to go and you’d be able to gulp down a liter of water and a glass of iced tea to top it off.

If only that glimmer of a bead of sweat making its way down Gyro’s sculpted back hadn’t distracted you. As Gyro slowly turned, time almost seeming to have slowed, you threw the bale right at his middle, much lower than anticipated and landing it straight into his ribs. You gasped and rushed over quickly to your helping hand who was bent over and breathing out painful wheezes.

“Watch where you throw those! Christ…almost knocked me back to Napoli”

But he regained his unaffected self after a few deep breaths, while you knew how heavy these stupid bales were. He swatted you off as soon as you tried to check the place of impact.

“Sorry Gyro…I got distracted! Uh, if you want I can finish up alone!”

You felt bad for letting him get caught in the crossfire of your longing stares, cursing this damn heat once again. He only brushed you off with another quip and urged you to throw the last couple ones faster so you’d both be done quicker. You could clearly see the hit bothered him but he remained ever prideful and kept on working till the last bale was stacked.

“Hey I’m sorry, man. I’ll watch out better next time. I think I have a salve that’s really good at soothing pain. I can go-“

Before you could even finish Gyro tutted, waving his hands a little too close to your face and scrunching his nose.

“That’s enough, I’m a grown man, I’ll live”

And with that he grumbled off, back to the main house where Johnny had been resting on the porch, trying just as hard to beat the heat.

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Ointment in hand and as stubborn as the Italian you were bringing it to, you knocked on Gyro’s bedroom door. He had his own private guest room at Johnny’s place, they’ve basically moved in together but neither is admitting to it for some god-knows silly reason. But as much as they’re best friends, you’ve also got a neat spot on Johnny’s moderate ranch he acquired after the race. A bed to sleep in and a roof over your head for when you’re helping out at the stables like today.

Your knock was curtly answered, the door being swung open in one swift move, sending your hair flying in the startling wind of his antics.

A bit taken aback by his brashness you cautiously stepped inside. You were used to Gyro’s behaviour by now and had a feeling he was feeling a little grumpy, since he always gets like this when he’s hurt but too prideful to admit it.

“So I got you the ointment…” you leaned on the heels of your boots tentatively, trying not to stare at him.

Gyro had moved back into the chaise longue that rested at the end of his bed, obviously miffed, clenching his jaw while crossing his legs. Obviously the idiot was in pain with every move, and badly trying to hide it too.

“Gyro, stop being such a baby. Here-“ you slid over and joined him, the little glass jar already opened by the time your behind fully met the soft cushioned seating.

“ ‘M not being a baby. Just- do your stupid ointment thing please” He huffed under his breath, uncrossing his legs again.

“You uh, you’re gonna need to take off your shirt for that. Do you need help?”

Your question might have been earnest, filled with care for your close friend and his well being, but a small part of you was chomping at the bit to see his beautiful torso again. This time, even closer.

“Fine. Try not to stare as much though, darling. That’s what got me stuck with this pain in the first place” his remark was quick, finally turning to face you, his big golden grin shining back at you. Like his grills were rubbing salt in the gaping wound you didn’t know he knew about.

“Oh-“ you paused, trying to control the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Well. Shut up before I poke your bruise!” you scooped up a small dollop of the cooling ointment, hand hovering just above the already purple spot forming on his ribs. You really did a number on him with that hay bale.

Gyro clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, friendly bickering between you two was never far off. But his cheeky annoyance quickly washed away as the cooling gel met his warm skin. Your touch was gentle, rubbing circles on the sore area while your other hand rested on his waist. You looked so focused, your brow scrunched up and lips pressed tightly together in concentration. He’d always thought it was cute how lost you could get in your tasks. And he was beyond pleased he was your task for the moment. So pleased in fact, that he found no use in holding back his wiles anymore. Perhaps the lack of sweet and caring touches got to him- not that his pride would let him admit that fact.

“Say, why’re you holding on to me so tightly, sweetheart? I won’t run” Gyro teased, his tone dropping down to a sultry smooth grit that made your cheeks heat up once more. His comment made you snap out of your focus, realising that he’d been right. His comment only making you want the earth to swallow you whole.

“Just trying to be thorough, Gyro. A-and you were squirming! Now let me finish-“ you defended yourself. Not that you seemed all too sure of your case, the way Gyro smirked at you made your resolve falter more and more with each second passing.

“I wasn’t squirming” his eyes had all but cast over with a deeper hue of alluring emerald. His calloused hand now gently holding your wrist. You could only helplessly stare up at him, the shift in mood not having gone unnoticed. A familiar heat already earning footing between your thighs. Somewhere deep inside you were scolding yourself, angry at Gyro’s effect on you. Letting yourself get distracted and now turning to putty when he’s only holding on to your wrist. Angry that you wanted nothing more than for him to continue whatever scheme he was up to.

With your wrist still in hand, Gyro closed the small glass jar of ointment and slid it further along the chaise longue.

“Well I must thank you for taking care of me, even if it was your fault I got hurt-“ The fires blazing in your eyes and the sour look you shot at his remark only made him chuckle.

“Yes, Gyro. I was there.” Through gritted teeth and nothing short of annoyed you tried to tug your wrist out of his hold. It only made him tighten it around you.

“I wasn’t done talking, darling.” He tutted.

“Let me return the favour. I’m feeling charitable today”

“Gyro, what?” You rolled your eyes, what was this idiot getting at? First, he gets all sensual and now he’s straight up teasing you. Not that it wasn’t just as titillating, his pet names for you only made your head swim and thighs clamp together.

His answer was clear, setting you down on his lap in a quick move that caught you by surprise. And there you were, the spot you’ve only fantasised of being. His natural musk having become the very air you breathed to survive. Stunned and still slightly confused you let him put your arms around his neck. Your legs however, were strategically placed on either side of one of his thighs.

“You in for the ride? I won’t hold it against you if you want us to stop” His tone was sincere, gaze softened just enough to let you know it was alright.

“Y-yes. Yes. I- yes Gyro” you sputtered. God, this was embarrassing but you were glad you didn’t sound as desperate as you really were to be this close to him. At least you thought so.

And with that, the blond cowboy was satisfied, letting out a little “nyoho” that somehow remained sultry.

You suddenly became all too aware why he’d placed you like this, over his thigh. But there wasn’t much time to think, not when Gyro moved into your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline. His lips were softer than you’d expected. His breaths so nice and warm whenever he moved further down your sensitive skin.

“I’ve seen you ride,” he murmured into your skin just below your left ear. “Now show me how it’s done, cowboy” goosebumps rose all over your skin, letting out a shuddering moan as he bit into you. Not quite hard enough to make you yelp out in pain, but just enough for you to rock your hips straight into his tensed thigh.

He continued his assault on your neck, bites and kisses alternated on each side as you rocked your needy heat on him. With a particularly hard bite, your arm snapped to right next to Gyro, exactly where his hat had been laying on the chair. Even in the heat of the moment you grabbed it and plopped it down onto his champagne locks.

“Keep it on please” your breath shuddered as you continued. He had moved his lips to your shoulders now, moving away your top to reach every spot he wished to worship.

Every swish of your hips drove you further and further, lost in the pleasure as your head felt like it might just explode. Tingles had already started making their way up your abdomen when Gyro released himself from your skin.

“Tell me what you want,” He asked roughly. He was having a hard time keeping it together, it seemed.

“Y-you, Gyro” you whimpered, slowing yourself and burying your face inside the crook of his neck. Too embarrassed to face his stare just yet.

“I know that, sweetheart. But tell me what is you want exactly”

“Gyro…” you whined, burying yourself even deeper.

“Yes?” He quipped, pulling himself back and taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, that stupid grin antagonising you.

Cheeks heated and puffy you had no choice but to give in. “I want you to fuck me Gyro. Are you happy now?”

“Nyoho, very happy! I knew that” he laughed.

“Oh fuck you!” You grimaced, still trying to chase that fleeting peak that you were so close to.

“I like hearing you beg for it, darling” his lips had finally met yours, melting away any and all of his teasing, just like that. God, he made it so easy to give into him. He was just as playful now though, swirling his tongue and clashing his lips with yours like he was taming you.

As he continued his sloppy passionate kiss back down your jaw, you sped up your riding. Never one to finish last.

One last peck and one last tug of your skin between his golden clad teeth and you could feel fireworks rising all the way up to the top of your head. Gyro grinned widely as he admired you, using him like he’d asked you to. One less thing he needs to fantasise about, he’s living it. And eating up every single second of it, the throbbing in his pants nearly took care of itself. He stared in awe, your face contorting in pleasure as you tried your best to contain your desperate moans. Your breath was ragged as you came down from your high, letting your full weight rest on his thigh even though you were beyond sensitive at this point.

“You’ve never looked better riding like that, beautiful” a single soft peck touched the tip of your nose, the gesture was surprisingly gentle.

You had regained your senses enough to start up your own round of teasing. Sporting the same grin he had just a minute ago, you started pushing him down the chaise longue, landing him on his back.

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow. The pain in his ribs all but forgotten thanks to your treatment.

“I ain’t done riding just yet. Better hold on to that hat cowboy” slick as ever you dove down to return a forceful kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of Gyro. Not before letting out a “nyoho” in his surprise.

Oh, he was going to like this even more than your last rodeo.

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achliegh · 3 years

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Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 14:

Holiday Playlist

Sold (Dance)

Leo was freezing, shivering in the car with the heated seat under his ass and heat blowing on him. He changed his pants from the ice soaked ones earlier and his ankles were sore from his skates but he was happy. He made a good impression on Logan’s sisters, his mom texted him to let him know the sale went through, and he watched Clay face plant on the ice.

All was well in the world.

He was smiling to himself as he leaned back into the heat of the seat with his arms hugging himself, teeth only chattering a little bit. He is listening to Logan chat with his sisters in the back in fairly fast French-Canadian French, he knows Finn is confused. But Leo is listening to him tap on the steering wheel to whatever song was playing in his head. The radio is off because Leo doesn’t want to overwhelm Finn with too much noise in a small confined place. He would be miserable the rest of the night.

They pull up to Pascal's house and the Trembly siblings are the first out of the vehicle, leaving Leo and Finn in the dust. Finn kisses Leo’s temple after shutting off the car.

“Ready?” Leo smiles and nods, he is honestly a little tired but he’s excited to get a little drunk and just relax with the team plus the team’s families.

Leo grabs onto the handle to push open the door when it is suddenly flung open and he topples out face first first into the ground. Hearing someone gasp from above him he rolls over to his back and blinks a few times.

“I think… I broke my teeth again.” Leo runs his tongue over his two front teeth and feels the chip in his tooth is suddenly much larger, but still less than half his tooth so he doesn’t really care.He has broken his teeth way worse before. Ma will get a kick out of it. “That's fun.”

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Aubry is helping him sit up and is grabbing his still dazed face and looking it over to make sure he’s okay. She looks over to her left and sees Logan looking at her and she can feel the anger rolling off of him. His arms are crossed and his hands are gripping his arms, Sydney takes one look at Logan and steps back a couple of feet.

“Can you let go of my face?” Leo mumbles, causing her to look back at him and smile a little at his squished cheeks. “Also I break my teeth all the time, 90% of my front two teeth are fake so…” He shrugs and smiles at her. She lets go of his face and Finn helps Leo up.

“Again I’m sorry Leo!”

“I feel like I look like Jason Derulo after he tried eating corn off the cob with a power drill.” He laughs at himself as he looks in the side mirror of the car. Rolling his bottom jaw a bit, popping his neck from side to side, then rolling his shoulders. He notices a scrape on his chin and his cheek. “Not gonna lie, I kinda look rugged.”

“Let’s go inside, get you a drink and an ice pack, yeah?” Logan takes his hand and smiles up at him, taking note of his scrapes and his chipped tooth when he smiles back.

“Yes please!” They all make their way inside to find families just chatting on the couches in the living room, people drinking wine and eating little horderves that Celeste and Adele put together. Leo is led to the kitchen where the two chefs were.

“Oh Leo, did you fall on the ice after we left?” Celeste looks at him as she hands him an ice pack wrapped in a paper towel.

“Non, Aubry opened my door with me attached to it and I landed face first on the concrete. Broke my teeth some more but.” He shrugs and his nose scrunches as Logan dabs at his scrapes with a wet paper towel. “Okay! Okay! I’m Okay! OW!” Logan sighs at Leo’s dramatics and goes to throw the paper towel away.

“So you’re the man with the terrible singing.” Adele looks up at Leo from where she is cutting pinwheels. “I wondered if you were ever going to appear.”

“You don’t like my singing?” Leo smiles at her and she smiles back. “Wait, when have you heard my singing?” He absentmindedly starts helping her put pickles on sticks. He remembers catching a glance of her the first time he visited Pascals’ but he doesn’t remember singing when she was around.

“When Logan was really sad after Louisiana, he would only fall asleep to these videos of you singing in front of a fire pit. It was really annoying for a while.” Leo is silent for a moment, Adele looks up at him and notices how he is trying to keep his face blank but the frown lines are still ghosting. “He is better than ever now that you are with him and Finn though, he blabs about you two all the time.” That makes him smile a bit.

“No! Alex! Let go!” Leo and Adele turn around to see an older version of Finn keeping Logan in a headlock. Leo hides his smile by sucking in his lips and holding them between his teeth. “Ah!” Logan is suddenly on the ground with Alex laughing from above him, asshole kicked his feet out from under him. Glaring Logan takes his hand and gets helped up. “Jerk.”

“Hey! You can’t be mean to me or I’ll tell Finn.”

“He would be on my side!”

“He would laugh at you and give me a high five and you know it.” Logan thinks for a moment and then signs knowing Alex is right.

“Why do my boyfriend's siblings bully me?”

“Because we are family, shortstack.” Alex gets punched in the stomach for that nickname everytime. Yet he still calls Logan that any time he gets the chance. After a moment of catching his breath, Alex looks up to see Logan’s face buried into another man’s chest. He was tall and had a couple scrapes on his face but he looked young. Maybe in his early twenties. His hair was barely sticking out from under his.. Cowboy hat… he was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt… with cowboy boots. Who was this guy!? Does Finn know about him and Logan?

“Leooooo, I got some people I want you to meeeet!” Finn walks into the kitchen with his mother and Father trailing behind and bumps into Alex who is just staring at Leo like he's a ghost. “I promise he doesn’t always dress like that.” Taking a few steps towards his boys he gives Adele a fist bump and then leans his head on Leo’s shoulder. “Mom, Dad, this is Leo. The cowboy I have been talking about for…. A good year now. He is Logan and I’s boyfriend.” He smiles.

Leo feels his heart pick up a bit as the nerves of meeting parents that have authority makes him feel like he shouldn’t be there. He shakes the fathers hand after Logan goes to help Adele take out more tiny foods. He goes to shake Finn’s mother’s hand but is pulled into an aggressively tight hug that reminds him of his Mama’s hugs. He smiles and hugs her back. Already starting to feel at ease.

“I’m Alex.” Alex pats Leo on the shoulder.

“Leo, Finn talks a lot about you. He has your pictures up all around the apartment. I was convinced you two were twins for a while.” Leo smiles and continues to relax as Alex bursts out laughing.

“I’m not surprised, when we were younger people swore we were twins, and I think Finn would let people believe it when he was in elementary.” Alex ruffles Finn’s hair.

“So, Finn tells us you’re a Professional Bullrider. Correct?” Finn's dad looks to have the exact same face as his boys, same eyes as well. But he is much more tan and doesn’t have a single freckle that Leo can see, his hair is dark brown and curly, his eyebrows were so thick that Eliose would have the time of her life shaping them, his nose is also quite large and protrudes from his face with a little crook in the bridge making him subtly look like a bird.

“Yes, I do ride professionally. I actually leave in a couple of months to go travel the country to do it all again. My best friend Clayton ropes calves as well and my Mother was crowned Miss Rodeo when she was younger. So, it’s interesting when Finn tries to talk about rodeo stuff with us and he just has no idea. He’s getting better though.”

“I always had a dream of riding bulls or just being a cowboy in general but I’m from upstate New York! Not many cowboys there.” He laughs in the loud way most older fathers do and pats him on the shoulder just like Alex did. His smile was large and inviting, it reminded him of Finn.

“Country is Country wide, Sir. I have rode with people from New Hampshire and Massechusets. If you want I could teach you some things! I do train children in the two weeks before I leave to compete.”

“Don’t give him any ideas, he may be young at heart but his body is becoming old and crepid.” Finn’s parents share a kiss and it gives Leo’s heart a small painful yank. He can’t help but wonder if his parents would look that happy if his dad was still alive. He takes a sip of the Jack and Coke that Finn made him and swallows it along with his own self pity.

Now is not the time to mope.

He chats with Finn’s family some more until the doorbell rings. That would be his mother.

“Hello, who are you?” Pascal is looking directly into the sharp blue eyes of a woman who is either the same height as him… or taller. SHe is holding two milk crates, both filled with jars full of clear liquid. Odd. She is dressed in a tight red long sleeve shirt with a pair of dark wash jeans that flare at the bottom with matching red boots poking out from the jeans. Something flashes light into his eye and he notices the giant buckle on her belt.

“Oh excuse my manners! I’m Eloise Knut! My son Leo should be behaving here. This is Pascal’s house, yes?” She smiles and her teeth are so blindingly bright that Pascal has to look away.

“Oh yes of course come in.” He opens the door all the way and she struts in. Clayton was the first person to run up to her, Marc is on his back laughing loudly as they were just pretending Clay was a horse.

“Ma! It’s about time you show up! I’ll take this.” Clay has Marc hop off his back and takes the crates from Eloise, walking away lifting them over all the peoples heads who are sitting down or children.

“Ma! I want you to meet my brother. Sirius, this is Eloise. Eloise, this is Sirius.” Reg is looking between them with this excited glint in his eye, his two favorite adult figures in his life are meeting.

“Ravi de vous rencontrer.” Sirius shakes her hand and kisses her hand. Eloise smiles and pats his cheek.

“Si gentil de ta part.” Sirius smiles, cheeks turning a bit pink as she pinches them a bit. “You are just adorable! You and your brother have the most beautiful hair. I would love to just sit down and play with it all day.”

“Mama, stop hitting on Reg’s brother. Hit on his boyfriend instead.” Remus laughs from his spot next to Leo as they walk up with plates piled high with food. Leo’s vegetarian, Remus’ not. “I mean look at him, he is exactly your type! Short brownish hair, giant brown eyes, probably a bottom- Hey!” Remus swats at his plate of food to try and knock it over, making Leo barely have time to balance it out again.

“Leo, you’re gay. I thought you would have been better at seeing who is top, bottom, or a switch in relationships. It’s pretty obvious if you ask me.” Eloise smiles at Remus. “Since you have your hands full I will just give you a wave, Deary.” She waves at him. “I’m Eloise, Leo’s mother. I hope you haven’t heard anything bad about me, Leo likes to tell stories of when I was younger.”

“I can’t help it Mama, you were just so interesting!” Leo speaks with his mouth full and Reg, Remus and Elosie all give him a look.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full!” They all manage to say at the same time, catching Leo off guard. He laughs and swallows the food in his mouth.

“There are so many mothers around me. I’m going to see who Clay has rounded up to try the shine.” He stands up and leaves his plate on the little table in the middle of them, Reg grabs a few pieces of his food and eats them as he listens to Sirius and Remus talk about how they will be celebrating the holidays.

“I’ll go with you, I should probably meet the rest of the boys.” Eloise follows him into the kitchen to find Clay behind the kitchen island with two jars of moonshine in front of him, explaining to the team what it is. Leo walks over beside him and takes the lid off one and smells it.

“I think this one is watermelon.”

“Thanks for interrupting me. Anyway, moonshine is technically illegal because… honestly I don’t remember but we have been drinking it since we were like 13 I think.” Eloise walks up behind the two, reaching over them to grab the other jar, Clay and Leo move out of the way to let her in the middle.

“You two make me look like a terrible person, you know that? Letting my child drink moonshine at 13. I could get arrested.” She is examining the jar as the boys back track their statements about drinking so young even when they are still under the drinking age. She has a little half smile on her face when she looks through the clear liquid straight into a set of eyes that are staring right back.

Dark hazel eyes surrounded by the longest eyelashes she has ever seen. Dark smooth skin wrinkling around the eyes as this person smiles. Her mouth was very dry all the sudden, her stomach had a pit in it as well.

“Leo why don’t you let me have that, Y’all can keep all the rest.” She puts the jar she is holding down and takes the open one from Leo who was about to take a sip. She leaves the kitchen without another word. Clay and Leo share a confused look as they watch her leave.

Timmy follows a few minutes later.

The music played in the house after all these kids left to go spend the night at other houses, leaving the Dumias house open for adult activities like swearing. Leo, Reg and Clay had all moved the furniture around, with permission from Dumo and Celeste. There was just enough room for people to dance.

No one was really drunk persay but a couple swings of moonshine definitely got people tipsy. Elosie was talking with Ollie, Andrew, and Timmy. Who leo was keeping an extra close eye on, because he just felt like he should. He knows a lot of people find his mother attractive, that's why Eloise always wore her ring, to get people to back off, but she was almost… flirting back with Timmy.

It made Leo feel weird. Clay too.

Leo was staring at Eloise and Timmy when Sold (Grundy County Auction) came on over the bluetooth. He hears a gasp from behind him and sees Remus trying to get Sirius to dance with him.

“Re, I don’t know the dance.”

“It’s easy I promise!” Sirius gives his boyfriend a look and Remus sighs, giving up on trying to yank Sirius up off his chair . Leo walks over because he would also like to dance but his mom is flirting, Reg gets dizzy, his boys don’t know the dance, and Clay is laying across Thomas and Noelle on the couch a bit too drunk to really do anything but smile at them and twist Noelles hair around his finger.

“I know it, and all my dance partners are busy if you’d like to dance.” He smiles and nods his head when Sirius mouths ‘thank you’ in his direction. Remus hesitates for a moment.

“I only know how to follow really.”

“And you wanted me to dance!” Sirius tsks sarcastically and shakes his head leaning back in his chair so the two front legs were off the ground. Making sure there was something soft behind him, Re puts his foot under one of the chair legs and lifts up so Sirius falls backwards onto the pile of blankets that were thrown off the couch. “Re!”

“Well, I only know how to lead so that works out perfectly.” Leo takes Remus’ hand and leads him towards the group of dancing people on the wood floor of the living room. “Think there is enough space?”

“I think so, here.” Remus grabs his hands and they swing in a circle so people give them room. Leo just about trips over his own feet. Remus catches him while laughing, putting a hand on Leo’s shoulder and holding his other while Leo rests his free hand on Remus’ waist.

Spinning each other they are lost in the dance, not noticing the two or three people filming them. Sirius is just watching Remus move so smoothly, without a care in the world. His hair was long enough it swished with him, his laugh was loud and sweet. He didn't know how he didn’t get dizzy from dancing.

Finn was also watching them dance, as well as Logan. Finn was just enjoying his friend and Boyfriend dancing, Logan was too but a bit more… possessive. They all trust one another but Logan can’t help the little voice in the back of his head telling him to make sure Re knows Leo is theirs.

They finish the dance and just straight up sit on the floor to catch their breath, laughing a bit as people return to the dance floor. Eloise walks over to them and holds out a hand to each to help them up.

“Last Song! I want to go to bed!” Dumo announces as he turns the music down for a moment, he turns it back up before people can complain. Celeste was starting to put food away in to go containers and in tupperware to go in the fridge. Dumo walks over to help her but gets distracted when he hears someone drop a glass. He sighs and goes to help them, James, clean up.

“I am going to stay and help Celeste tonight and tomorrow morning. I will see you at the apartment and then we can go out for lunch.” Eloise smiles as Leo nods and lets her kiss his cheek. Leo and Remus make their way back over to their lovers.

“You were amazing!” Sirius hugs Remus, lifting him off the ground and smooching all over his slightly red face. “Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“My dad and mom used to go to swing classes when I was younger and my dad would always secretly practice with me so he could wow my mom.” He smiles, pushing Sirius’ hair out of his face and sighing happily. “Let’s go home, I’m tired.” Sirius and Reg follow Re out of the house a few minutes later, waving goodbye to the team.

The drive home in the uber was interesting, Leo and Logan were both sliding their hands up Finn’s thighs making his tispy brain only think about one thing. He watched those two whisper to each other before they left the house, Finn didn’t pay much attention, busy watching for the uber to pull up.

Once they enter the house Finn finds himself pinned against the door as soon as it is closed, Leo is kissing and nipping at his neck while Logan is reaching his hands under Finn’s shirt as he kisses him with maybe too much tongue. Finn lets himself be dragged into the feeling of their hands and lips on him.

“Tonight is all about you, sweetheart.” Leo whispers in his ear, Logan pulls away and tugs on Finn’s shirt towards the bedroom. Leo pats his butt to get him moving and follows the other two, stripping off his many layers and stretching his jaw a bit from his fall earlier.

“Hi, how are you?” Finn is pulled on top of Logan who has lost his clothes sometime in between the door of the room and the bed. He was beautiful; basically glowing from the yellow light of the lamp near the bed. Shadows and light contrasting on his tan skin make him look like a work of art. He can’t help but run his fingertips lightly over Logan’s chest and stomach. Smiling as the muscles move under his fingers, he feels a hand on his hand and two hands cupping his face making him look back up at Logan.

“I love you.” Logan pulls him down for a kiss as Finn feels Leo’s rough hands slide his shirt up, he pulls away just long enough to take his shirt off and then dives right back in for more kisses. Logan is very addictive, he lets Finn take over the kiss when he wants and other times he will take over the kiss just to annoy Finn into fucking him. Logan is giggling slightly as they kiss just because all this happiness is bubbling in his chest.

“I love you too, Lo.” He mumbles on Logan’s lips, feeling the bed dip behind him, Finn pulls away from Logan. Only after he is pulled into one last heated kiss that he can barely pull away from. Sitting up on his knees he turns his head to the side and has his lips met with another set of lips he loves.

Leo is almost always soft, besides his calloused hands, his skin is just perfect and makes Finn want to touch him always. He lightly nips at Leo’s lips, drawing a smile from the younger man. They pull away after a moment and Leo wraps his arms fully around Finn’s bare waist, resting his chin on Finn’s shoulder, humming a bit.

“I want to eat you out, is that okay? I mean your ass is so pale it looks like two marshmallows.” Logan snorts at Leo’s comment and flexes his legs from where they are resting on either side of Finn’s thighs, squishing Finn between them. Finn thinks about it for a moment, running his hand up and down Logan’s calf while Leo's hands run all over his torso.

“I don't know. Are you sure you want to? I mean, I just don’t want to find out I’m dirty or something… I also like never shave so… I don’t know.” He absent mindedly twirls a couple of Logan’s leg hairs together between his forefinger and thumb. Trying to ignore the feeling of an embarrassed blush that is creeping from his ears to his chest.

“Finn, you have eaten both of us out. Did you ever care if we were perfectly smooth or whatever else you are worried about?” Logan sits up, Looking him in the eyes. “We want to make you feel good, but if you don’t want to, that's okay too.” After a couple minutes of the three of them just existing together on the bed Finn starts nodding his head.

“Yeah, I want to try it. I think maybe once I get past feeling all jittery I will like it.” He kisses Leo and smiles at Logan. “I want to feel good like how I make you two feel.” He pushes Logan back onto his back and leans over him.

Leo helps Finn out of his shorts and, “Are these… my boxers?” Laughing as Finn nods, Leo also helps him slide off his boxers with fish on them. “You know Fish is a good nickname for you.” Leo starts kissing down his back.

“You named a fish after us and now you are naming me after a fish?” Finn starts to snicker but is cut off by the feeling of Leo licking over his entrance. His brows pinches together, his eyes close and he feels himself turn bright red.

“Hey” Logan kisses his cheek and nudges his cheek a bit with his nose, “Kiss me.” Finn doesn’t waste a second moving to have one hand holding him up by Logan's head and the other is gripping the back of his head with his fingers threaded into the long hair on Logan's neck. “Leo, you’re making him so red.” Logan mumbles on Finn’s lips.

Finn is losing himself in the feeling of Leo slowly opening himself up with his tongue, he knew this made his boys feel good but he didn’t expect it to make his legs shake. He has lost the ability to kiss Logan back because he is breathing so hard, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Every once in a while Finn feels Logan twitch and move under him.

Leo starts using his fingers alongside his tongue, Finn can’t help but rotate his hips in circles as the pleasure keeps flowing through his body. He feels like a soda bottle that hasn’t been opened, but has been shook. Everything was bubbling up and he felt like he was about to explode.

Leo pulls away when he feels Finn is ready. Looking at his boys, they both look blissed out. Leo notices one of Logan’s hands isn’t in sight, Finn is a complete mess. His hair is wild, his face is red, he is panting and looking more out of it than Leo has ever seen him.

“What do you want next?” Leo kisses up his back, nuzzling into the back of his neck and breathing in the smell that is strictly Finn.

“Leo, fuck me.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I get fucked too?” Logan is staring into Leo’s eyes with his pupils basically taking over his green eyes. Leo nods and leans over Finn’s shoulder to give Logan a quick kiss. Sitting back up, Finn follows his lead and sits up a few moments later. He gets handed the lube from where it is sitting next to Logan and covers his fingers. Logan grabs his hand and shakes his head.

“I already did it.” He smiles shyly at Finn who just blinks a few times.

“Loooogannnn! You know that’s like my favorite part!” Finn is pouting as he uses the lube on his hand to cover his cock. He is still mumbling his complaints as he starts to press in. He is already feeling everything more than normal, so his jaw goes slack and he pauses halfway. “Fucking Christ.” He leans down and presses his forehead to Logan’s as he pushes the rest of the way in. Their heavy breathing syncs up until Finn starts to pull out and push back in, just barely moving.

Leo is watching the whole thing, giving himself a few strokes to ease some pressure. He whispers the question to Finn who slows his thrusts to a stop. Leo slowly starts to press in and feels Finn suddenly tense up, Leo pauses and Finn lets out a noise that he knows like the back of his hand.

Finn just came. Logan moans loudly at the feeling of Finn cuming in him.

“Fuck! Finn~” Leo sees Logans hands grip Finn’s bareback digging his nails in.

“Leo- Please keep going.” Leo takes a deep breath to calm himself from just going to town on Finn. He pulls out and groans as Finn clenches around him. He presses his forehead to Finn’s sweaty back and listens to his plea to go deeper.

“Leo!” Logan calls out to him as his eyes start to roll back and his back arches, following Finn’s example from earlier and cumming between the two of them. Leo continues to fuck them as they moan his name, each others names, and grip one another as if they would lose them if they didn’t.

After finding the perfect rhythm, they all fall into a void of pleasure. Their bodies moving on their own, their voices becoming hoarse from moaning, lips raw from stolen kisses. Everything was perfectly balanced.

Logan suddenly breaks the atmosphere by falling off the edge again. He jerks himself through his orgasm and loses his voice as his vocal cords become taunt. Once the fog in his head dissipates he looks up at his boys.

“Can I watch you two?” The raspiness of his own voice catches him off guard, he clears his throat before Leo pulls out of Finn and Finn pulls out of Logan. Leo is holding Finn up as he has slumped back into Leo’s chest. They rearrange, Logan is laying on his side next to Finn who is lying on his back. Leo is between Finn’s legs and moves them so one is wrapped around his hip and the other is out to the side. With Logan wanting to still do something, he holds the leg that is out to the side and sits up to watch as Leo pushes back into Finn. His eyes wanted to watch where they met and Finn’s face at the same time.

Logan knows that Leo’s eyes when he is fucking is one of the most intense things he has ever seen, Finn tries to look Leo in the eyes but ends up turning his head to meet Logan’s.

Logan's eyes are soft and blown out, beautiful green, calming yet wild. Logan is just a walking oxymoron. He was everything. Finn looks back at Leo who is watching them look at each other. He hits Finn’s prostate just right and Finn cums again as he cups Leo’s face and stares into his eyes.

Leo swallows as he starts to slow down. Finn is still looking into his eyes, Leo kisses him passionately. Teeth and tongue are the main part of the kiss. Finn wraps his arms around Leo’s neck and his legs around his waist, pulling Leo in deeper to him. Leo gets the hint and keeps fucking him.

Finn holds on for dear life as he is fucked into the mattress. He is sensitive from earlier so it doesn’t take long to get him over the edge again. Leo is just about to cum when he pulls out as Finn’s limbs flop to the sides of him, hitting Logan on accident, Leo pulls out. Remembering that Finn doesn’t like the feeling of cum in him. So he jerks himself a few times before he cums all over Finn’s chest and stomach. Mixing with his own mess.

Logan being the impatient boy he is… Fully shoves Leo out of the way, placing two hands on his chest and shoving Leo out of the way. Not meaning to fully knock him off the bed but he does. Logan is between Finn’s legs and licks up his stomach and chest, right through the mess. Taking Finn by surprise he shoves his tongue down his throat.

Leo stands up, watching them making out with the mess and feeling himself start to get turned on again. They pull away and look at him, the softest and sleepiest smiles on their faces.

He loves them.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

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morgana-ren · 4 years

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I see you wrote rabbit shiggy. I see you liked Shigaratki. I challenge you: ShigaCATki. Let the smutty crack begin!

Listen- listen. I can. And I will. I’ll make a Noah’s fucking ark of Shigaraki hybrids and God himself couldn’t stop me.

With Ujiko as my instrument, I’ll turn him into whatever godforsaken animal I want. That being said, like the last one, it has a twist. Cats aren’t all nice and cute and cuddly, you know.

So your LOV leader villain crush/boyfriend/captor has become a catboy; don’t panic.

Or maybe you should. If you thought he was finicky and irritable before, he definitely is now. He’s closer to a feral tiger than a housecat, and it really shows. If you thought his hands were dangerous before, you should see them now that he has claws.

Like most cats, he’s territorial and temperamental. This isn’t very far from the original Shigaraki, but now it’s on a deep and primal level. He does not like to be bothered, so when he tells you to shut up, you should probably do it, because this kitty has claws, and he is not afraid to use them.

He becomes weirdly fond of milk (despite it not being great for his tummy) and starts to enjoy fish and other meats a little bit more (preferably fresh). He’ll eat absolutely everything edible in sight if you give him the opportunity. His agility goes through the roof, and with a guy who was already pretty impressive in the way he could move his body, that’s saying something. It’s going to take a bit of ‘training’ to get him to stop “gifting” you mangled bits of his enemies to impress you. Be sure to pick up some extra cleaning supplies. It gets messy.

If you thought he didn’t get along very well with other villains before, you should get a load of him now. A simple wrong look is enough to get his hackles raising and his hisses balking. He usually has one of two reactions when it comes to being around people he dislikes intensely: One is hiding, and the other is all out brawling. If you get the former, he’ll basically just scowl and take off far, far away from the object of his ire. It’s the all out brawls you need to worry about. If he decides he’s threatened or annoyed enough to start a fight, it’s going to take a fucking miracle to pry him off. Between his quirk and his feral temperament, whatever it is that has angered him is likely going to be completely slashed to ribbons, turned to dust, and then pissed on while he cackles and asserts his dominance.

Speaking of dominance, eh... Look, there’s no nice way to put this. He acts like a tomcat, for better or for worse. What this means is that essentially.. he does not give a shit what you have to say about it when he gets in the mood. So maybe he thinks you look a little too cute one night, maybe you bend over a little too far and give him a bit of a view. Maybe you smell a little too nice, your skin looking a little too soft.

He’s going to pounce. Whether you want it or not.

If you don’t know much about male cats, their mating isn’t always pleasant for the female. The same goes for human males. Mix the two together in the body of a hormonal villain and you might have a giant mess on your hands. Female cats go into heat if they’re not fixed and are at least initially receptive to the advances, whereas human females do not, so it’s best to hope you’re already raring to go when the time strikes.

Because of this, it’s not uncommon for him to corner you in a dark hallway after everyone else is long gone, getting a little too close for your comfort. It’s only when his hands and teeth are on your neck preventing you from escaping his grasp that you realize he does not give a single shit about what you think or who walks in. He’s going to rut you against the wall or on the floor or wherever it is that you two end up. That’s great you’re into that kind of voyeurism. If you’re not... well, it’s not so great.

Much like Bunnyraki, it’s still him, he’s just fused with said animal. All that kinky shit he was into before is still going on, he’s just got a lot less patience for your bratty ass (yeehaw and rejoice ye bratty subs) and has zero problems holding you down to do what he wants. This can be a great thing or an awful one, depending on your preferences.

It’s not all bad! He curls up around you at night and rubs his head on you. He can’t quite purr but his chest rumbles in something akin to it. It’s best to invest in a big ass scratching post, because those kitty claws can get awfully sharp. It can be kinda hot, but have fun explaining all the scratches and scars to everyone.

Try to put a collar and leash on him. I dare you.

#reader x shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #ah the animal crack fics y’all kill me #this isn’t dubcon but I guess it can be perceived that way?#you feral whores you

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: A Learning Experience (spicyhoney standalone)

Summary: Yeah, sure, Edge wasn't that experienced with sex, but once upon a time he hadn't known how to make a soufflé either. All he needed was a little practice.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Lemon Goodness, Oral Sex, Bad Sex, It gets better!, Embarrassment, Brief Scene of Stretch with Another Partner

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"look, it's okay if you don't like it. you know that, right?"

“I am aware, thank you.” The words were stiffly said and a quick glance confirmed that Edge was standing behind him instead of sitting at the kitchen table, spine ramrod straight like he’d taken this moment to shove the broomstick back up his ass as fortification. Not that Stretch blamed him, nah, his latest fuck buddy had his pride and his prejudice had just taken one hell of a blow.

So, Stretch turned back to the countertop to give him a minute. Busied his hands making tea, pouring the steaming liquid into the delicate cups before doctoring them up. A good dollop of honey for his own, thick and sweet, and it’d surprised him to learn Edge took his with plenty of sugar and milk, like a child playing grown up, but there was nothing childish about their conversation. Blue would probably be horrified that Stretch was using his good tea set as a backdrop for this little chat, but eh, may as well be civilized about it. "seriously, it’s fine. not everyone likes giving head.”

Truer words might never have been spoken and having to clean the carpet after someone jerked back to gag on it wasn’t exactly a huge turn-on, sure, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as Edge seemed to think. Like Stretch’s carpet hadn’t had worse on it and as recently as that morning before he’d cleaned his room in anticipation of some action tonight. It was only a little used magic, so what. Shit happened, or vomit in this case, it was fine, they could stick to the pussy side of things for now and revisit the idea of cock later, maybe. Stretch was kinda hoping someday they’d laugh about all this. That was, if he could persuade Edge not to swear off sex entirely; right now, his body language was locked up tight like one giant chastity belt.

Stretch pushed the second, murky cup over in offering before picking up his own and taking a sip. “i know you haven't done much of this before, but this is supposed to be fun, edgelord. i don't expect you to do things that make you uncomfortab—ohhh.”

The sudden touch of a mouth against the back of Stretch's neck sent that thought process back to the starting line. Guess Edge decided to unlock that chastity belt early and Stretch let his head drop down until his chin touched his chest, allowing Edge access to the delicate bones of his cervical vertebrae. His mouth was wet, still a little cool from thoroughly rinsing it out after the blowjob debacle. He drew his tongue down Stretch's neck, the line of his spine. Let his teeth part and the tip of his tongue was a slick touch, leaving behind a trail of spit behind to prickle and cool.

Fast learner and yeah, okay, it was true that Edge had very little experience to draw on. He’d grudgingly admitted to being a virgin before Stretch wrangled him into the sheets, yeehaw, but then, once upon a time he'd never made a soufflé before, either, and he’d managed to become something of a wonder at that. Edge could learn, sure. Having fun was what was important, everything else was just window-dressing.

Stretch set his cup back down, clattering against the saucer as he grabbed the edge of the counter to brace himself. It was probably rude to be making out in the shared areas of the house, Blue would definitely have a few loud words to share about it, but it was kinda hard to care when he was bent over the edge of a kitchen counter with Edge's hips pressed right against the seat of his pants. Tight enough against him that Stretch could feel the firm length of his cock through the thin cloth, riding against his sacrum.

Making out in the kitchen as a sin, heh, that one didn’t even crawl halfway up his back. Stretch had had plenty more audacious sex than this, secretive little adventures in cloak rooms and dark alleys. Once, he'd been in the shadowy back corner at the NTT resort with a girl whose name he'd barely known then and didn't recall at all now, the two of them drunk enough that making out had devolved into hands in clothes, buttons and buckles undone as they panted together.

She'd tasted like sour lemons and smelled like an ashtray, had pert little breasts with coffee-colored nipples that had bounced lightly when she tugged his pants down until she could get his cock into her mouth. Stretch had sprawled back into the chair and set one hand between the points of her ears, pushed between those lipstick-smeared lips and the no one had said a word to stop them. Not even the guy at the next table who was watching them.

He'd been about the same age as Stretch, and their eyes had met and held while down below she bobbed her head between his legs. Until Stretch had to close his eyes and push up into that sweet little mouth, coming in a burst of drunken pleasure.

The guy hadn't said anything and later when Stretch offered him a couple G to pay for his drink, he'd taken Stretch's money with long, dark fingers. One of them had trailed against the back of Stretch's hand and it was only with sobriety that Stretch understood the hint in it. He wouldn't have taken the guy up on it, not then. Might have been able to let him down a little gentler than simply turning away and following the staggering sway of female hips to the elevator up to his room.

That cheap encounter was nothing like this. For one, Edge smelled a great deal better than that dark corner had; his hand on Stretch's chin smelled like churros and honey, a lingering trace of the single one that he'd stolen from Stretch's plate an hour ago Muffet’s tainting his glove. He’d eaten it despite his distaste just to be a shit, teeth sheering through the delicate pastry and his smirk sharper yet. Beneath that on the inside of his wrist was clean, nothing but the faint spice of the soap Edge used. Plain, simple smells but being with Edge on any given day was an adventure. Stretch could stand a little bit of ordinary in his sex if Edge was part of the package deal.

Not that this was anything so bland. Edge's fingers were as clever as his mind, one hand splayed across Stretch's face, tipping his head back into the wet glide of his tongue against the curve Stretch's skull. The other was low on Stretch's pelvis, pressing insistently until Stretch obeyed the pressure and tipped his hips back, settling Edge more firmly against his ass. No point in getting indignant about it now, was there, and Stretch was willing enough.

The heel of Edge's hand against his cock through his trousers was a startling bit of loveliness and Stretch moaned even as Edge pressed a finger into his mouth, stroking softly against Stretch's tongue. He bit down gently, licked at the worn leather of his glove and the pressure on his cock lightened, ignoring the desperate lurch of Stretch's hips towards it. Until two fingers returned, the very tips of Edge's thumb and forefinger found the head of his cock through his trousers unerringly, dragging down, and Stretch had to steady himself against the counter as his knees attempted to buckle.

He almost bit down hard when Edge let him go completely, his teeth scraping over Edge's knuckle as he drew his finger free. Instead, Stretch found himself turned around, the tea set shoved precariously aside with a rattling clatter.

"hey, don't—" Stretch nearly shouted as Edge suddenly lifted him, setting him to sit on the edge of the counter and humiliation threatened, his cheekbones heating. He wasn’t that scrawny, thank you, and didn’t appreciate getting tossed around. Only it was difficult to protest when Edge slithered down and wrapped both arms around Stretch's waist, burying his face into his lap.

Stretch settled for cupping the sides of Edge’s skull in both hands, his fingers curling beneath his jawbone to hang on. Edge didn't protest his grip, only set his teeth lightly against Stretch's dick, the sharp pressure dulled through his trousers into something glorious.

"oh, fuck," Stretch hissed out between gritted teeth, spreading his legs wider to give Edge more room. He took every offered inch of space, crowding against Stretch, fabric turning dark beneath his mouth as he suckled and bit. Offering a promise that Stretch wanted so desperately for him to keep.

His fingers didn't seem nearly so clever now, stumbling over the fly of Stretch's pants like a common person, not the Captain of the Snowdin guard. Working the button loose, drawing down the zip until Stretch could breathe again. He felt Edge smile against bared pubis, his breath damp as he murmured, "Seems like you forgot your shorts this time."

Stretch sucked on his teeth, fancied he could still taste Edge's fingers, bitter leather and honey, "more like hopeful i wouldn't need them."

A hum of approval tickled against him, making Stretch fight a squirm. The urge vaporized as Edge's mouth slid lower, his chin bumping Stretch's cock awkwardly. A hand circled the base quickly, steadying, and Stretch sighed his approval. Oh, that was lovely, long, slim fingers wrapped around him, stroking with marked uncertainty. The first touch of mouth had Stretch inhaling sharply, resisting the urge to push up into the promise it invited. That’d been what got them into trouble last time and he was determined to let Edge take this at his own pace.

Stretch stared down at Edge’s hand around him, red leather against the bright orange length of his cock; at his mouth, the obvious marks on his tongue where he’d been biting it. He touched Edge’s tongue with his smallest finger, exhaled slowly when Edge licked it. Edge didn’t stop there, leaning past Stretch’s finger to his own and fuck, licking between those long fingers, his tongue slippery against Stretch’s cock. His mouth hot as he drew path up to the tip and opened, tipped his head back just enough to let Stretch press inside.

Watched himself slide between those jagged teeth, the faint flutter of Edge's sockets as they slipped closed, cheekbones puffing out as he inhaled frantically, trying to keep up with Stretch. He had to watch, couldn't help it, pretty, yes, fuck, Edge was staggeringly lovely, but also, he couldn't trust Edge to tell him if it was too much. Stubborn bastard wouldn't protest if his jaw were about to unhinge.

He’d taken half the length before his breathing took on a panicked note and Stretch tightened his grip on Edge’s skull, forcing him to stop. “there, that’s good,” he sighed. “that’s good, fuck, your mouth is hot. fuck…can…can you suck? just a little, just…just…ah, edge…”

He could, he did, hesitant suction slowly gaining confidence. Garbled words flowed out of Stretch, tangled begging and encouragement. Edge’s hand at the base of his cock went sweet-tight when Stretch pushed up, one tiny rock of his hips and the slick pressure around him increased, rising force as Edge sucked him with growing determination.

“that’s it, pretty boy,” Stretch groaned, rubbing a thumb down his scarred cheekbone. “you suck cock better than you think.”

From beneath his hand Edge’s sockets flared open before they narrowed disagreeably, glaring up at Stretch. He offered a sly smile back, tightened his grip in Edge’s skull and for good measure, wrapped one leg around his shoulders, holding him in tight.

“what’s the matter, they call you that in all that guard training you went to?” Stretch taunted. “they sure didn’t do anything with it, left that gorgeous mouth all for me, didn’t they, pretty boy, pretty, pretty…ouch, you shit!”

Edge had damnably sharp teeth, Stretch decided irritably, although his tongue was perfectly clever, soothing over the bite. Some tightness in him seemed to ease along with it, draining out, letting his mouth open wider and his cheekbones hollowed as he sucked hard, working him with systematic precision.

“yeah, that’s it,” Stretch sighed, tipping his head back against the cupboards. He managed to loosen his other hand from Edge’s jaw, petting his skull distractedly as Edge moaned against him, the vibration shivering through him. “that’s it…god damn it, your mouth…fuck…ah…do that…ah…!”

Obligingly, Edge swallowed against him again, taking him deeper yet, the sleek curl of his tongue over the head made Stretch thrash with a helpless gasp, his heels clattering loudly against the cabinets as he struggled against shoving up into the tight clasp of that pretty, tight mouth. “fuck! where did you…”

And promptly regretted asking when Edge pulled off, looking up at him with a sulky, wet mouth and heavy eyes. “The dating manual is remarkably informative in this area. Do you like—“

“yes!” Stretch snarled, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The cold air was prickling against his wet cock uncomfortably. “yes, it was perfect and you’re a fucking bastard, you shit!”

“Language,” Edge murmured, dipping his head again, the touch of his mouth moving lovingly over him, taking him in abruptly deep as Stretch choked off words, thought falling to the wayside as Edge swallowed him down. Pulled back enough to lap at the tip with that clever little tongue and then back down. It was like he’d abandoned any pretense of hesitancy and where this eager, sensual creature had come from, Stretch didn’t know. All he knew was that he also didn’t care. Not so long as Edge was licking and swallowing him down, his mouth all silky heat and pressure.

Talking, right, talking was not a bad thing, not when the heat in his balls was rising, hot pleasure spiking up his spine and Stretch tapped feebly on Edge’s skull, “edge…uh…i’m close…” Hot, sweet suction was the only response, Edge’s mouth bruisingly perfect and Stretch’s voice broke, knees jerking in tight against Edge’s shoulders. “no…i mean…” Stretch moaned, trying to remember how to talk, how to remember anything but the flex and curl of Edge’s tongue against him. He forced words out desperately, “i mean…i’m going to come, right now, right…right…fuck, edge!”

Hot ecstasy flooded through him and Stretch gave in, fingers clenching into fists against Edge’s head even as he tried desperately not to hold him down, giving him a chance to back out. He felt Edge startle, his mouth going slack as Stretch jerked and cursed and came, slick bursts against his suddenly still tongue. Until Stretch could only slump back on the countertop, his clothes clinging sweatily to him and his breaths coming in harsh sobs. Dimly, he felt Edge pull back, his cock slipping from that soft, swollen mouth but not before Edge swallowed hesitantly around him, flexing against too sensitive flesh.

“oh, fuck me,” Stretch groaned. He was wrecked, the backs of his thighs aching where they pressed against the counter, little tremors still running through him. Sprawled out with Edge still between his legs and Stretch forced his sockets open enough to peer blearily down at him.

His gaze caught on that mouth first, on his tongue, a little puffy and reddened, and Stretch might have lingered there if Edge hadn’t swallowed again like he was still considering the taste, the bob at his throat a neat distraction. Instead, Stretch looked up a little higher and met crimson eye lights with his own. Edge was blinking too much, his sockets too wide and it made him look almost disturbingly young. He ruined it just as quickly, his tongue running lightly over his teeth in search of any stray drops; must've found the taste to his liking. Edge murmured roughly, “As agreeable as I am to fucking you, you look like you might need a moment.”

Stretch tipped his head back and laughed, honestly past caring at the shrill edge to it as he shook his head wearily. “maybe three or four moments. fucking hell…”

Edge slipped to his feet with a grace that Stretch didn’t have time to envy, his hands cool against Stretch’s face, forcing him to stillness. Holding him as Edge pressed their mouths together, sliding his tongue between Stretch’s teeth to share a kiss tainted with the sweet bitterness of his own magic. Of course sex with Edge would be like this, Stretch thought wryly, curling his arms around broad shoulders and hauling himself up a little straighter, enough to let their mouths meet a little easier. Of course it would.

Gentle slick kisses turned into something fiercer, their mouths meeting with harsh force and Edge was crowding between his legs again, his belt buckle pushing uncomfortably against Stretch’s crotch. Before he could complain, Edge pulled away breathlessly, diving in to bite at Stretch’s jawline fiercely before he whispered sharply against it, “I’d like to see how pretty you are on your knees.”

Stretch made a sound in his throat, a tiny noise of protest; he was hardly what anyone would call pretty in any context. Cute, he got sometimes, slutty, sure but—

Sharp teeth nibbling beneath his chin silenced his thoughts, biting a path gently down his throat.

Yeah, okay, his turn to be on his knees, he could do that. Edge would probably last all of ten seconds, but that was okay, too.

He’d learn.

-finis

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #standalone

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panda-noosh · 4 years

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all my friends go to hell {Sokka x Reader}

Words: 8.8k

Summary: Sokka joins the army. He doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into.

Genre: angst

Notes: ask me about commissions! - masterlist - yeehaw, have some unedited Sokka content because we die like men here at @panda-noosh

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Sokka isn't meant to fight.

You notice this from the moment you lay eyes on the boy, clambering onto that boat with his boomerang hanging from his shoulders, his body buzzing with excitement. That was the first red flag – how excited he was, how prepared he looked, how he grinned and bowed to every single person he passed, including you.

It was sad, really, because you knew you were going to have to watch the realisation sink in eventually. At some point during his journey, it was going to become very clear to him that joining the ranks really wasn't all it’s made out to be. It's brutal work, torturous, tiring work, and anyone who thinks otherwise is going to get the shock of their life when the truth is revealed.

Erin stands beside you, her buff arms folded over her chest. She narrows her dark eyes at Sokka as soon as he steps upon the boat, dressed in his oversized coat and a smile to go along with it. His blue eyes are alight with excitement as he hops up to the general and shakes his hand, bowing as he says, “It's an honour, sir, an honour. Do you remember my dad? He was part of the army too!”

“Ah,” Erin mumbles. “So that's why he looks so excited.”

You glance over. Erin, being six feet tall, is able to get a better view of the newcomer, but whether you can see him or not doesn't matter due to how loud his voice is, how well it carries across the deck.

“We were all excited when we first joined,” you reply. “He's no different to the rest of us.”

“But we all caught on pretty quick that this isn't the party we thought it was going to be.” She shrugs. “I just hate seeing the naivety, you know?”

You purse your lips, because you do know. You know from experience, just as Erin does, just as every single person on the ship does.

“Ah well,” you mumble, turning on your heel and heading back towards the workers deck. “He'll find out soon enough.”

----

The wind is rowdy tonight.

You hear it as you lay in bed, a dull whistle that mingles with the sound of footsteps thumping along the upper decks. It keeps you up sometimes, especially when it gets this bad, when the ship rocks back and forth and people are being told to stay in bed to keep themselves safe before the next stop. It makes this whole thing real. It makes you feel like a soldier, which is exactly what you are, but a fact you try and ignore as much as possible.

You stare at the wooden ceiling, hands folded across your stomach. You try and focus on the days work you have ahead of you, how you're down in the weapons lounge for most of it, how you're going to have to polish and hold the weapons people will use to fight in due time. It's not exactly a pleasant thought, but it's a days work, and you long for the distraction.

Eventually, however, these thoughts aren't enough to keep your hyperactive mind at peace. You stand up, knowing full well you're not supposed to leave your room after curfew, but you've been here for a while, so maybe the general will be a little easier on you.

You head out onto the main deck, giving confused soldiers nods as you pass them. None of them stop to scold you, knowing full well there's no point in doing so – you don't listen. Not really. You take orders, and you do your job well, but you do what you want when it comes down to it. That's part of the reason you were sent off to join the army in the first place, but again, you don't think about that time.

The wind really is bad tonight. Your hair blows in your face. Your face goes numb, fingers tingling from the wind burn. The deck is empty, though, as people fear the wind too much to step foot on it right now. You've seen it worse, though. Much, much worse.

You head over to the handrails and look over. The water sways and bashes against the side of the boat. Fish leap from the water, making ripples in the waves. Up ahead, rocks protrude from the ocean. A little further ahead there are lights, civilisation, a life away from violence.

Must be nice.

You inhale the scent of salt water, heavy in the air as the wind lifts it to full attention. Nowadays it feels like the ocean is the only scent, the only sight, you've ever seen. You don't remember what else is out there, having been away from it for so long.

A wooden board creaks behind you.

You don't jump, merely glance over your shoulder with narrowed eyes, a silent warning for the culprit to just back away now; they aren't meant to be up here.

“It's a bit chilly, don't you think?”

You turn fully, hardly recognising the voice. Standing behind you is Sokka, dressed in a bath robe that you have no idea how he got his hands on. He's looking at you with a grimace, shoulders bunched up around his ears, teeth on the verge of chattering.

“What are you doing up here?” you ask.

“My room is boiling. I'm not used to the warmth.”

“Enjoy it while you can. Once we dock, things like heat are gonna be few and far between.”

Sokka shrugs, strolling to your side. His hands curl around the railing, making his knuckles pop. “I'm not too mad about that, to be honest; I'm from the Southern Water Tribe.”

You know this.

“Oh, really?” you reply.

“Yep! Son of Chief Hakoda.” He leans in, lowering his voice to say, “You may have heard of him?”

You stare blankly at the newcomers face. Of course you know Chief Hakoda, but you won't admit that.

Sokka blushes at your look of confusion, quickly pulling away. “Oh. Well, he's my dad. He's my hero.”

“He sounds like a . . . cool guy.”

Sokka nods happily, staring out across the ocean. “I'm Sokka, by the way.” “I know. I heard you tell the General.”

“Really? I didn't see you there.”

You shrug, not having the heart to tell him his voice carries. You could have been on land and still heard him. “Well, I was.”

“Cool, cool.” Sokka nods again, tapping his fingers against the metal railing. You can't help but watch him; why is he still here? The conversation is dead, and you clearly have no interest in continuing it, so why is he still stood here?

Finally, he turns to you and says, “Have you been here long?”

Here. The army. Have you been a soldier long? Have you been witnessing death for a while now?

You swallow the lump in your throat and say, “I was basically raised on this ship.”

Sokka recoils like you've slapped him, though his face lights up with happiness. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“So you're like. . . well known?”

“I guess so.”

“I'm surprised I didn't recognise you. What's your name?”

“Y/N.”

Sokka hums like your name is some kind of riddle he has to figure out. You don't expect him to recognise you, of course, considering you spend most of your time trying desperately to remove your name from the topic of war and battle, even though it's been your whole life.

“It's really windy out here, isn't it?”

You look over and nod.

Sokka shakes his head and mumbles, “We'll probably get in trouble if we're caught out here, won't we?”

“You, maybe. I think I'll be fine.”

“You didn't tell me off.”

You shrug. “It's not my place. I'm nothing more than your common soldier.”

“A common soldier who doesn't have to play by the same rules as everyone else.”

You pout. Sokka chuckles, knowing full well he's hit the nail on the head.

“It's cool,” he says. “But you should probably head back to your room, just so you don't get blown overboard.”

He's right, of course. You glance back at the ocean you have grew up on and nod once. Sokka grins, following you to the stairs where the both of you will part and go your separate ways. You turn to him, wondering if he has anything left to say, wondering what he possibly could say, but he's standing there with his hands tucked into the pockets of his fluffy bath robe, and you're curious to hear what he's thinking.

Finally, he says, “It was lovely meeting you, Y/N.”

Your stomach flips as you nod back and mumble, “Nice meeting you, too, Sokka.”

And with that awkward interaction finally pulled to a close, Sokka says goodnight, bows, and heads down the opposite staircase, leaving you to stare at his back as he leaves to get some rest for another hard days work.

----

The next few days pass slowly, as they tend to do when you have little work to get done, and no land to explore. You sit on the deck of the ship, staring out at the ocean with an axe leaning against your leg, ready to grab if something happens.

Nothing happens.

Sokka talks to you in passing every now and then, giving you excited waves that you never know how to respond to; you're never exactly excited to see him, but you're curious. The son of a Head Chieftain should surely have a trick or two up his sleeve when it comes to weaponry, but so far, you haven't seen Sokka lift anything other than his boomerang. He's good with that, but how good can it be on a battle field?

Besides that, Sokka is far too busy getting comfortable in his new ranks to stop and have long, valid conversations.

Today, however, you are due back in the weaponry lounge. From the moment you woke up, you have been slaving away on the lowest level of the ship, sharpening swords and axes, listening to the Benders overhead practice their powers, as they always have permission to do.

The door to the lounge opens shortly after midday. Sweat lashes from your skin, and you wipe it away with the back of your hand before turning to look at Sokka as he slowly closes the door and sneaks inside, looking around like he's going to get in trouble.

“You can come in, you know,” you yell across to him, making his head snap up and his eyes widen in surprise. “You're not banned from the weaponry lounge or anything.”

Sokka sighs, wiping a hand over his forehead. “It's so warm in here.”

“Warm in here, cold out on deck. You're good at picking up on the climate.”

Sokka scowls, strolling to your side. He looks down at the axe laid across the wooden desk, the one you have been busy sharpening to perfection for the past ten minutes. He pokes the point and flinches away.

“That's sharp. Good job.”

“Thanks.”

He tucks his hands in his pockets and goes quiet; he actually looks awkward, or perhaps more secretive, like he has something to say but doesn't know quite how to word it.

You glance at him, trailing the rock over the axe's edge. “You good, soldier?”

He flicks his eyes up, offering you a forced, bright grin. “I'm fine. Why?”

“You just look a little tense. That's not like you.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

You shrug. “It's the truth. Things been getting difficult for you?”

Sokka sighs, shifting from one foot to the other. “I just needed a break. It's exhausting out there sometimes.”

“Yeah, you'll find that never changes. I'm tired, and I've been here for eighteen years.”

“I just didn't expect it to be so. . .”

“Challenging?” you suggest.

Sokka nods. “Exactly.”

You sigh, setting the rock down. You turn to him, wiping your hands on a towel you have clipped in the waistband of your trousers. “It gets easier, don't get me wrong. But you have to go through the transitional faze first.”

Sokka raises a brow. “'Transitional faze?'”

“You come in here thinking it's going to be the best time of your life, that you're gonna go to war and save lives and come home to a hero's welcome.” You shake your head. “It's not like that. It's far from that, actually. It sounds like you're in the stage of finding out it's not all sunshine and rainbows on this ship. It's actually pretty hell-ish.”

Sokka flinches. “I wouldn't say hell-ish.”

“I would.” You turn back to your work. “But that's just my opinion.”

“Why do you hate it so much?”

Your hand freezes.

Sokka steps closer to you, so close you can feel his breath tickling the side of your neck, making goosebumps arise on your skin. It startles you to the point you stumble away, dragging the axe along with you. It scrapes against the wooden desk, echoes through the room.

Sokka steps back, startled. “I see you on deck sometimes, just sitting there, staring at the water. You never look like you want to be here, even though you've never known anything different.”

“Why would I want to be here?”

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Because I don't fancy running into battle, watching my friends die every other day. That's why!”

You inhale shakily, trying desperately to calm yourself down before you say something you regret; you've dealt with newcomers before, people blinded by their desires and the lies they have heard about what the army is really like, but Sokka is just. . . different. He's different in the sense that you don't want him falling into the same trap as everyone else. You don't want him to be heartbroken over his expectations being shattered.

He looks around like he's going to find the words floating above him. “That's not how I think of it.”

You close your eyes, slumping against the table. “How do you think of it, Sokka?”

“I'm doing my part.”

“Your part?”

“Without this – without you – my home would be destroyed right now. The Fire Nation would have taken us over years ago, and trust me, they've tried. I've seen it happen. I've – I've lost people to – to that kind of thing.” He hiccups, trying to regain his composure. You look at him, heart breaking at the genuine anguish now on his face, how he refuses to meet your eyes. It's so unlike him. “Nothing comes without consequences, but sometimes it's better to just think of the reward at the end of it all. That's how I get through the day.”

You stare at him. He's your age, for crying out loud – so young, so innocent, so blind to the reality of it all. Yet the words he just spoke are so smart, so true, that you feel a little daft for not thinking like that sooner.

“Okay.”

Sokka's eyes snap up. “Okay?”

“You make some good points,” you mumble. “For a member of the Water Tribe.”

Sokka blinks before the grin breaks out across his face. He laughs, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks heat up. “Oh. I get it. A bit of teasing. Well, jokes on you, coming from the – uh. . . Where are you from exactly?”

You chuckle and nudge his shoulder, pushing him back towards the door. “Get out of here, Ol' Wise One. I have work to do, and I'm sure the General doesn't want you slacking, either.”

“Oh, so you're gonna make me guess.” He grins cheekily, stumbling towards the door, pulling his jacket on over his work shirt. “That's cool. I can do that. Get back to me in an hour or two, and I'll tell you the exact location you're from without you even giving me a hint.”

You roll your eyes, call over your shoulder, “Goodbye Sokka!”

The sound of his laughter is cut off by the door slamming closed behind him.

----

It's not like you've never been on land before.

It's become a rule amongst the old time crew that the ships have to dock at least once a month, both to pick up refreshments and to stop the crew going insane throughout their travels. Once a month – sometimes a little less, if battle is busy – you are allowed to walk into shops and talk to others. You are allowed a tiny allowance of which you spend the majority of on sweets and other unhealthy goods that would never get past the front door of the ship. You are allowed to sit in the grass and stare up at the sky without it moving. You are able to smell barbecue cooking in someone's back yard, and it is always marvellous.

Today is the mandatory docking day. The General isn't happy about it, saying you should probably keep sailing so you can get to the main destination a day earlier, take the Fire Nation by surprise, but nobody else agrees. After nearly an entirely month at sea, everyone is getting a little tired of it. The restless nights sat up listening to the wind, the sickening smell of the ocean, having to hold onto the railing every time you take a step lest you get blown overboard.

This time, you dock in the Earth Kingdom, which certainly isn't your first choice of location, but you're too exhausted to argue. Your hands are charred from hours spent in the weaponry lounge, and your stomach is weak from malnutrition; a diet of fish and other sea food doesn't do a person any good. The first sweet shop you see will be entirely ransacked by you and whoever wishes to join you.

The sun beams down upon the trees that litter the Earth Kingdom. In the distance, the turnip man is yelling out his offers, though he pauses and grins when he sees you walking towards him. You didn't even wait for anybody else to get off the ship; as soon as the ship was stationary, you were lowering the bridge and sprinting onto land.

“Y/N!” the turnip man yells; nobody knows his real name. Growing up, he was always just the Turnip Man, and he's never disclosed anything else. “There you are! I was beginning to think your boat had gone under!”

You give him a hug, unable to ignore his balding head and old eyes. It's a startling reminder of just how long you have been away, and you hate to think about how you must look.

“How have you been?” he asks, pulling away. “Everyone's been asking about you.”

Your cheeks heat up. “I've been fine. Busy, though.” You glance around. “The place is looking a little dead.”

And you're telling the truth. The streets you once remembered as busy and cluttered are now barely inhabited, the odd pedestrian rushing past with their heads down, not even giving you or the other solders a glance.

The Turnip Man frowns, giving a passing, startled woman a sad little smile; you know something is wrong when the Turnip Man makes eye contact and doesn't advertise his turnips.

“Hey,” you mumble, leaning forward to catch his eyes. “What's going on?”

“Don't you worry yourself about us,” he replies, nudging your shoulder. “It's been happening everywhere; I'm surprised you haven't seen it, what with all the travelling you do.”

“We spend most of our time on the ocean. What are you talking about?”

The Turnip Man sighs. “Everybody's just scared, little one. The Fire Nation are coming alive again-”

“We're trying to stop them.”

“And we all appreciate your efforts, but they're moving quicker than they did last time.”

Last time.

You remember the day so well. Sitting on the boat with your friends, receiving the news that the Fire Nation had gone underway with their worst massacre yet, taking out most of the Northern Water Tribe and a portion of the Southern Water Tribe. Your people had been too late. The job you were supposed to complete, your only purpose, had been shattered.

You swallow the lump in your throat and say, “Have they been here?”

“Not yet, but it's what we're all expecting. With Ozai ruling-”

“He's no ruler.”

“'Tis true, little one, but he's on the throne and he makes the orders. Everybody is just trying to stay safe.”

“We'll keep you all safe.” You look into his eyes, suddenly more determined than you've been in months. “I promise you.”

Turnip Man gives you a sad little smile, one that tells you he isn't entirely convinced, but he's not going to argue.

Behind you, the dirt billows as someone runs to your side. Sokka doubles over, hands on his knees, panting for air. “Jeez, you move fast!”

You pull him up straight by the collar of his work jacket. “Sir, this is Sokka. Sokka, this is-”

“Call me Turnip Man. Everybody does.”

Sokka blinks, and then breaks into the widest grin you've ever seen. He shakes Turnip Man's hand vigorously. “Sweet name, dude! I'm Sokka, as Y/N just mentioned. Soldier representing the Southern Water Tribe.”

Turnip Man smiles. “Aah, a man who's proud of his home.”

“Very proud, sir. Very proud indeed.”

“I'm glad to hear it, boy.” Turnip Man releases Sokka's hand and turns back to you. “I'll let you two go now; I have turnips to sell, and I'm sure Y/N is buzzing to go and get some sweets whilst they have the chance.”

You grin, giving Turnip Man one last hug; Sokka gives him a second hug, and before you can protest, he is walking beside you along the street of the Earth Kingdom, a skip in his step.

“So, you're from the Earth Kingdom, huh?”

You very nearly trip over thin air. “How the hell-”

“You hugged Turnip Man like he was some kind of father figure,” Sokka says, grinning from ear to ear, not even looking at you. “That makes me believe that you've lived here before. Probably when you were younger. Probably when you were growing up.”

You scowl, turning back to the path ahead. “Okay, Detective. Good job. You've got me all figured out.”

“I don't even know why you wanted to keep it a secret so bad.”

“Because it's none of your business where I'm from.”

Sokka raises a brow, glancing at you. “Well, it's hardly encrypting information, is it? I don't see what the big deal is.”

“I just prefer keeping my private life private, that's all.”

“No wonder you have no friends.”

He says this and then he laughs, so you know he is joking.

But here's the thing – sometimes a laugh isn't enough to make the joke funny.

A lump forms in your throat as you remember the faces of those you once called a friend; it's like you're a curse sometimes. That's truly what you think. You get close to people and then they go into battle and die, and you have to start all over again. A person can only go through that a certain number of times before they give up trying to make friends.

And Sokka isn't stupid. He picks up on your silence and immediately his laughter dies away, followed by an awkward, “Oh god, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.”

You rub the back of your neck and shrug. “It's okay. You're not exactly wrong.”

“No, I am wrong. You do have friends.” He sounds desperate now, and that only makes it worse. “Everyone on that boat thinks of you as a friend. I'm your friend!”

“We're not friends, Sokka.”

You don't know why you said it. Maybe just to hurt him in the same way he's hurt you. Maybe because it's true. Maybe because, if you say he's not your friend, the universe will believe you and leave him alone.

It's as if he physically deflates. His eyes dart over, just to make sure you're not telling some twisted joke, and when he sees your straight face, he looks away and mumbles, “Oh, right.”

“I don't have friends.”

“No, I get it. You're edgy. You're a lone wolf.”

You raise a brow. “Are you mocking me?”

He lifts his hands in fake surrender, angering you even more. “Hey, what other explanation could there be? I've been nothing but nice to you from the day we met!”

“I never said you haven't been, but-”

“But you're strong and independent and you don't believe in other people liking you, because you don't need anyon else. Is that it? Have I guessed right?”

You freeze, curling your fingers into fists. “Shut up, Sokka. You don't even know what you're talking about! You've been part of the army for three weeks!”

Sokka scoffs. “I'll leave the ranks before I let myself have the same lonely mindset as you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but his words are poisonous and your throat closes over. You step back and shake your head, muttering, “Leave me alone,” and Sokka doesn't argue. He stares at you a moment longer before turning on his heel and heading back towards the docks. You hear him mumble a, “Hello, Turnip Man,” before he disappears round the corner, leaving you stood there feeling heavier, and more guilty, than ever.

----

Getting back on the ship is awkward.

You never took Sokka for one to keep secrets, and it's obvious now that you were right in that assumption. As soon as you clamber back on deck, all heads turn to you, some looking angry, some just downright curious. It's no secret that Sokka has somehow managed to win the hearts of everyone on ship, but you never expected them to take his side over yours, not after so many years of watching you grow up.

You walk past them all, as you usually do. You don't want to get into it with them, and you certainly don't want to explain yourself. What happened between you and Sokka shouldn't even be that big of a deal, considering Sokka has only been on board a small number of weeks. You barely know the guy. You have no warmth for him.

You head to the canteen. It's pretty crowded in there, too, but by the looks of things, Sokka hasn't made an appearance yet; the people in here don't yet know about what happened.

Besides Erin, of course.

As soon as she sees you, she clambers from her seat and storms over. Being six feet tall, it's difficult for her not to turn a few heads. Her long blonde hair is in plaits today, swinging to and fro as she stampedes towards you.

“There you are.”

“You were looking for me?”

She scowls, grabbing your arm and dragging you into the tiny nook on the other side of the canteen. “Don't play dumb. Sokka told me to check on you, but he wouldn't tell me why.”

Your stomach drops, both with guilt and surprise. “He told you to check up on me?”

“Yep. Wanna explain what happened between you two?”

Your face heats up. You remember the argument, how petty it was, how stupid. You only said those things because you were afraid – are afraid – of getting close to people, and it was selfish of you to push him away like that.

Erin bends down, fighting to meet your eyes. “Well? Did something happen?”

“We just got into an argument,” you mumble. “It's not even that big of a deal.”

Erin reels back, bushy eyebrows shooting up her forehead. “Since when did you get into arguments with people? That means you actually have to give a damn.”

You shrug. You genuinely have no answer for that.

Erin sighs. “Well, the poor guy seemed pretty upset. I've seen him walking around the ship every now and then, and he's always got a smile on his face. It must have been a bad argument if you managed to upset him so badly.”

You close your eyes. “Don't say that.”

“I'm just telling the truth,” she replies.

“I already feel like a shitty person.”

Erin pauses. “What actually happened?”

And you don't want to go into detail, so you don't. You give her the basic run-down, things she already knows, feelings you have expressed to her on multiple occasions. She knows all about your problems with getting close to people, how all of your friends have been doomed to death as soon as they announce they feel something friendly towards you. She understands why you would push Sokka away in the way you did.

“But you clearly like him.”

You freeze, the words so confident when coming from her mouth. She says it like it's obvious, like every single person who's ever laid eyes on you and Sokka understand that you both enjoy each other's presence.

“I think he's alright,” you mumble. “He's – like – a cool guy.”

Erin scoffs. “Yeah. Real cool. I'm just saying, I've known you for a long time, and not once have I seen you feel guilty about doing what you think is right.”

It's a fair statement, and you both know it. Why Sokka is any different is a complete mystery.

“Maybe you two should talk,” Erin says. “He really did seem upset, Y/N. I wasn't just making that up.”

You purse your lips. Just the idea of going up to Sokka right now to discuss everything that happened makes you feel ill, which is probably pretty childish; you were part of a problem, and you should face it head on, just like you do with everything else in life.

You tell Erin you need to go, and you head back to your room, where you don't emerge for the rest of the day.

----

You're docking far too soon.

Only yesterday you docked at the Earth Kingdom. You still have another two weeks before you're due to arrive in the Fire Nation. Why is the bus stopping now?

It judders, and that's what wakes you. You don't recall how long you've been asleep, but you're groggy when you finally hop out of bed and stumble over to your weaponry table. You grab your sword and march upstairs, trying desperately to clear your eyes of sleep and grime; if the General were to see you in such a state, he would be furious at you for slacking.

You follow the sound of the screams up onto the main deck.

There they are in their ranks, dressed in red, war paint streaking their faces. The sight is scary, all too familiar, giving you flashbacks to a time you thought you would never have to return to. People are screaming and running for cover. Swords are clashing against swords. Suddenly, everything you've been training for is being pushed to the forefront.

Someone knocks into you. You stumble, just barely managing to catch yourself. You swing around, ready to stab, but you stop immediately when you see Erin staring at you, wide eyed and frenzied. “They moved quicker than we thought.”

“What do we do?” you demand.

“We've gotta get everyone off the boat, Y/N. All the kids and the staff; we need to get them to safety.” She tries tugging on your arm, ready to sprint towards the canteen where no doubt everyone without a weapon is hiding. However, you pull out of her grip, snapping your head round to the deck; people are fighting. Fire is being thrown left, right and centre. Swords clash against swords. Injured people litter the deck, and you can only pray that none of them are dead.

“Y/N,” Erin hisses. “We have to let the older ones handle this. There's a time and a-”

Sokka jumps out from behind a barrel and starts yelling.

Erin's head snaps around, her jaw dropping in horror. “No.”

You don't even think. You can't. Your brain is no longer working to it's full capacity, and so you tug out of Erin's grip and dive head first into the battle. Behind you, Erin screams your name, calls you an idiot, and you cannot listen, because Sokka is sword fighting even though he doesn't know how to properly use a sword.

The Fire Nation soldier whirls around when he hears your war cry. His sword clashes against your own, sending sparks in the air that mingle with the flames already taking over the deck. Behind you, something explodes, and people scream, and the boat lurches to the side. Sokka stumbles, catching himself on the hand rail, but you can't lose focus. You keep eye contact with the soldier in red and sneer as best you can.

“Well this was a bit of an unexpected visit, wasn't it?”

The soldier laughs. Laughs, and that's what really drives you over the edge. In that smile, you can see the faces of the people he has slaughtered, the families he has left distraught and helpless just because he can. They are the reason you flick your sword blade up and whirl, catching his knee just right. He cries out, buckling as blood gushes from the wound now embedded in his thigh. You take the chance to slam the hilt of your sword into his head. His eyes flutter closed and he crumbles to the floor, moving no more.

You look up at Sokka frantically. “What the hell are you doing?”

“That was so cool!” Sokka exclaims, rushing towards you. “The way you blocked his first hit? Incredible. You have to teach me how to-”

You shove him out the way just as a blast of fire threatens to take his head off. Sokka cries out, but you're cry is even louder as the flames graze your upper arm, singing the material of your uniform, just catching the skin beneath. Your legs threaten to give out as your skin smoulders, but you keep yourself upright and slash your sword, catching the oncoming soldier in the side, knocking him over the railing – it certainly isn't your best move, but it's the best you can do whilst also desperately trying to focus on the pain embedded in your arm.

“Y/N? Y/N, oh god, are you okay?”

You don't have time to turn and tell Sokka to shut the hell up. Another enemy soldier is already barrelling towards you, his hands outstretched – a Fire Bender, a fact which is confirmed when he blasts fire in your direction. You twist out the way, letting the flames slam into another barrel of gunpowder behind you; it explodes, taking yet another chunk out the side of the boat.

The Water Benders are keeping the boat afloat by now, but it won't last long and you know that; you've seen their powers deplete quite quickly when they're stressed. You only have a handful of minutes left until the entire ship goes down in either flames or waves.

Either are deadly.

“Sokka,” you pant, scrambling to your knees. You don't even look to see if he's listening, your eyes trained on the battle taking place in front of you. “Sokka, get out of here. Go down to the canteen and follow every order Erin gives.”

“No. No, I can't just leave. You're injured!”

He scrambles to your side, but never gets the chance to touch you before you're forced to your feet by yet another brutal explosion. This time, the entire left side of the boat crumbles, allowing waves to flood the deck. The Water Benders lift them as best they can, throwing them back, but the water keeps coming; a few people with water powers are no match for the entire ocean.

“Fuck,” you hiss, stumbling to your feet. Sokka helps you, gripping your elbow but you shove him away and hiss, “Get down to the canteen!”

You don't know if he listens. You can't keep still for that long. You delve back into the battle, helping your fellow soldiers in the way you have been trained to do, taking lives and trying to ignore the pain and shame that comes with it. You watch people die, because that's what you're here to do. You are on this boat, knowing full well that people will not make it out alive. You could be one of the dead ones at the end of this.

And that's what it feels like when the flames catch your legs.

You feel nothing at first – nothing major. Just a little tingle at your ankles that slowly makes its way up your leg, until eventually you're forced to look away from the battle and inspect the damage. Your heart lurches into your throat when you see your trouser leg on fire, taking the skin beneath with it. Once you've seen it, the pain becomes unbearable, because you know it's there. You can see the damage, the skin slowly peeling away before your very eyes.

You scream, which is something you never do in battle. Your leg buckles and you fall to the floor, knees splashing in the water that has now engulfed the deck. Around you, people call your name – friends, people you tried pushing away because you were too scared to let them anywhere near you. Right now, with the pain flooding your system, you want to apologise to each and every one of them. You want to tell them how much you love them, how much you appreciate them, how much you-

You are scooped from the floor.

You cry out, startled, but your voice leaves you when you look up to see Sokka pressing you against his chest, ducking fireballs left, right and centre. His eyes never meet your own as he runs, ignoring the flames and the people screaming. He jumps over dead bodies and pants in your face, but you're too dazed to look away.

His face is really pretty. You should probably tell him that before you die.

“Your face is really pretty.”

The last thing you see before the darkness takes over is Sokka looking at you inquiringly, a perfect eyebrow arched.

----

You always hate waking up after a battle.

You hate it even more when the first thing you see is the General glaring down at you.

His face is just scary in general; gnarled, like it's been knotted. His lower lip has been bitten to pieces, and he has scars that go past the point of mysterious and head straight into downright brutal. He's sitting in a chair now, one leg folded over the other, staring at you intently.

When you meet his eyes, he says, “You're awake.”

It's instinct to want to scramble upright and give him a salute, or a nod, or a god damn bow, but you're frozen. You don't even respond.

He sighs and leans forward, hands folded. “Why weren't you awake when the Fire Nation made their merry way onto our boat?”

Your stomach dips. “The boat. Oh god, the boat.”

“The boat,” the General parrots. “Long gone now, I'm afraid; our Water Benders could only hold up for so long. It went down, taking multiple of our people with it.”

Your eyes well up. You shove the tears away, scared of making this moment any worse with your emotions.

“It was near enough a massacre,” the General continues. “Erin is dead. So are a few junior soldiers.”

The first tear slips. Erin.

“You should have been there for them, soldier. You should have been keeping watch on that deck.”

You close your eyes, a lump forming in your throat that is impossible to work past. You felt pain on the deck earlier on, but this pain is indescribable. It's unbearable, the worst thing you have ever felt. You remember Erin's smile, and the way she clapped her hands when she laughed. She laughed a lot, this loud and intimidating bark of enjoyment that made newcomers flinch, but made you laugh along with her. She was your friend.

What a cursed word that is becoming.

Slowly, the General stands up from his chair. It's like he knows the conversation is over, that his words have paralysed you to the point of no return. You have nothing to say to that, nothing to defend yourself with, and it hurts even worse that he knows that is the case.

“I hope you make a full recovery, soldier, and soon,” he says. “Not all of us were so lucky. Even the ones who know how to do their job.”

He leaves after that. The room is a little dimmer, your body a little more numb. You roll onto your side, ignoring the sharp pain that spirals up your leg. You curl up, hugging your knees to your chest, and you cry. You cry for Erin, and for the people who lost their lives, people you couldn't save.

You want to fall asleep, but it doesn't happen. Night turns into day turns into night again before you're finally released from the infirmary. You make your way to the only home you've ever known – wherever the army is. Today, they have decided to take refuge in an old village in the south of the Earth Kingdom. You walk through the door of the tiny inn they have chosen, and immediately you see Sokka.

He makes eye contact with you, but does not move from his seat. In front of him, he has a mug of something warm, and he's wearing a knitted jumper with a pair of trousers. There's a cut just beneath his left eye that has been knitted together by stitches that have not yet dissolved. He looks fierce. It's weird on him.

You don't approach him. You just let him stare before his eyes become too much and you duck your head down, heading for the stairs without even asking what room you've been assigned. However, you don't make it that far before Sokka is grabbing your warm, whirling you around and cupping your face. You flinch when his delicate fingers make contact with your skin, but you don't pull away because you haven't felt a warmth like this in days.

His blue eyes trail along your face, inspecting every inch. He purses his lips and asks, “Does it still hurt?”

“No,” you croak. “I'm fine.”

He drops his hands and steps away, giving you more space than you want. “Do you remember what happened?”

“The General told me.”

“Y/N...” He bites his lip, as if unsure of how to word what he wants to say. “I'm so sorry about Erin. I know you two were friends.”

You shrug. “It happens. This is what life is like.”

You turn before he can see the tears, but he grabs your arm. “Don't do that.”

“Don't do what, Sokka?”

“This. Pretending everything is okay.”

“Nothing is okay right now.”

“Exactly, so you don't have to act like none of it is effecting you.”

You turn, glaring at him the best you can with your swollen eye and split lip. “Are you really doing this again?”

He furrows his brows. “Doing what?”

“Pretending you know everything about me.” You pull your arm from his grip. “Stop acting like I'm not scum.”

Sokka reels back at that, blue eyes widening. “What?”

“The General told me what happened,” you bark. “And he let me know that none of it would have gone down if I'd have just done my fucking job right! I was meant to be on watch that night, and I went to bed instead. I went to bed.”

Something crumbles. You haven't cried for the past four days, sitting alone in that infirmary, knowing everyone you've ever known hates you for being so careless. You thought just because you've been here the longest means you can get away with anything, but it all comes with consequences. How you could be so selfish-

“Y/N, you alone wouldn't have been able to fight the Fire Nation off whether you were sat on deck or not.” Sokka cups your face again, forcing you to look into his eyes. “The General told you it was your fault?”

“He was telling the truth.”

“Bullcrap.”

It's the closest Sokka has gotten to swearing, so it takes you by surprise.

“He's – He's – How could he just say that? You wanna know where that rat bag was when it was all happening? In his office, making phone calls. Whilst everyone else was out there risking their god damn lives, he was phoning people.”

You blink. Sokka's cheeks are red now, and he's gritting his teeth. His fingers are warm around your cheeks, but he isn't letting go and you're not pulling away.

“I just can't believe the nerve of him.” He shakes his head. “My dad would never put up with this. He treated all his soldiers with respect-”

“Sokka-”

“I'm gonna go and talk to him.”

Your eyes widen, but Sokka's already storming towards the exit by the time you properly process what he's just said. You spin on your heel and scramble after him, calling his name desperately.

“Stop, don't be an idiot,” you hiss, grabbing for his arm. He walks a bit faster, dragging you along. “Sokka, I'm serious. It's not worth it.”

“I know what room he's claimed as his office,” Sokka mumbles. “I won't even knock, that's how angry I am...”

You groan, but none of your protestations get through to him before he's turning the corner and slamming his fist against an oak wood door painted bright red. On the door handle is a sign that reads DO NOT DISTURB, which just makes the entire situation ten times worse.

“Sokka, please-”

The door bursts open. Standing there is the General, knotted face looking even more furious than usual. You cower behind Sokka, still gripping his arm tightly.

Sokka straightens up; he's awfully tall for an eighteen year old, very nearly eye-to-eye with the General.

“What the hell do you want, boy?” the General demands.

You expect Sokka to back down once he's heard the General's anger, but he doesn't. He steps forward and says, “You got a minute, big guy?”

“Oh, god...”

The General raises a scarred brow and says, “What is this about? I have death letters to send out.”

Your grip tightens on Sokka's arm. He glances down at you, mumbles something you don't pick up on, before turning back to the General.

“What you said to Y/N was really uncool.”

His voice doesn't even waver.

The General pauses. “What?”

“It was uncool, and untrue, too. Y/N was out there fighting for me. They were protecting me, because I was stupid enough to think I had enough experience to throw myself into battle. Without them, I would probably be dead right now.”

You glance up; Sokka's jaw is clenched, his hands curled. His eyes are darker than you've ever seen them; the look is almost terrifying.

The General shifts his weight. “You're one tough son of a bitch coming up to me to tell me this.”

Sokka shrugs. “You were bullying my friend. Y/N lost people too. The last thing they need is to think they were the one that caused it.”

The General scowls, but you're surprised at the fact he says nothing in return. He stares at Sokka, and then he looks at you, and then he slams the door closed.

Sokka stumbles back. “Hey! What is he-” He goes to slam his fist into the door, but you drag him back before he can. Your heart is thumping with something you can't quite place, a completely new feeling that is making you dizzy. You want to cry and laugh and smile all at the same time, and it's all very confusing.

“He's a coward,” Sokka says, before throwing his head back and yelling, “COWARD!”

“Shut up.” You try and sound angry, but the words are intertwined with a laugh. Sokka looks at you, startled by the noise, but his face breaks into a grin when he sees you smiling, dragging him down the halls.

“Are you laughing?”

“That was the dumbest thing you could have ever done.”

“Hey! I did it for you.”

You look over. “Nobody's ever done anything like that for me before.”

Sokka's smile falls into a frown, eyebrows furrowing. “Wait, seriously?”

You shrug. “People aren't really that nice to one another in this line of work.”

“But. . . But you saved my life.”

Sokka pauses then, digging his heels into the carpet to stop you from dragging him along any further. You stumble back, and he catches you just moments before you crash into his chest. You turn and look at him, raising a brow.

“I did my job,” you correct. “It's what I've been trained to do.”

“Yeah, but I still appreciate it.” He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “To be honest, I thought you hated me after our little argument on docking day. I thought I really messed up.”

You blink; after waking up to the news of Erin being dead, and seeing Sokka stand up to the General for you, you had completely forgotten about the argument. It seems like such a small thing after everything else that has happened.

“Sokka,” you say. “I don't hate you. I've never hated you.”

He lifts his eyes, a hopeful glint glittering within them. “Really? But you said-”

“I know what I said,” you grumble. “I didn't mean it. I just. . . It's a fear of mine, you see. I feel like I kind of curse people when I claim they're my friend.”

Sokka blinks. “That's so dumb.”

“Excuse me?”

He laughs, genuinely amused. You don't know whether to laugh along or get really angry. “Y/N, that's so dumb. You're literally in the army – people are dying because this is the job they have, not because you've called them your friend.”

“But-”

He cups your face, tilting your head to and fro as if trying to wake you up from a deep sleep. “I'm serious. You're smart enough to realise that, surely.”

“People are just safer when they're not associated with me.”

Sokka rolls his eyes. “Bullcrap. You saved my life earlier – that's the complete opposite of you putting me in danger.”

You stare at him. He stares right back, a cheeky grin forming on his face. Your voice is quiet when you say, “Why does someone like you even want to be friends with me?”

His smile tilts, becomes a little softer. He stops shaking your head and instead gently trails his thumbs beneath your eye. “Because someone like me needs someone like you sometimes.” He leans forward. Your heart thumps in your chest, panic seizing you, but you don't pull away. “And sometimes, someone like you needs someone like me. Don't you agree?”

You flick your eyes to his lips, and apparently that is answer enough. He laughs lazily and leans in, kissing you. Your brain short circuits, part of you so confused that you very nearly pull away, but then you remember this is Sokka and he's that guy you literally dove into battle for, and you like him, you really, really like him. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, standing on tip toe to chase his lips before he can pull away to check that you're okay with him doing this.

He mumbles something against your mouth, but the blood is rushing through your ears so you don't even hear him. You just nod, humming an affirmative as you kiss him back. Sokka laughs, placing his hands on his hips before he finally pulls away, panting for breath.

“Sorry,” you say quickly. “I got carried away, and-”

“Don't – you – dare – apologise.” He speaks each word through a breath, his smile growing with each one. “I genuinely thought you hated me earlier.”

“No. No, I don't hate you.”

“Well, clearly.”

Your face heats up. You swat his shoulder, grumbling curse words beneath your breath. Sokka laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

“You might die now, you know,” you say as Sokka walks you back to the lobby.

Sokka sighs, his breath fanning your neck. “I doubt I will, but if I do, that kiss was the best goodbye present you could have given me.”

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Precipice (Or: I could love you)

Out of the depths of my brine pool I come baring an actual, honest to God fanfic. And a smut one at that. 2020 is full of surprises.

Thank you @soulswimmr keeping my soul tethered to this mortal plane and for prof reading this fic.

Fandom: Satan and Me -- Pairing: GabeMike -- Words: 5510 (and no its not 10 pages of intercourse there are other things that happen)

If I had a AO3 account I would tag this fic as: Explicit! Panic attack tw, anxiety and depression tw, messy feelings, Hurt/Comfort, porn with plot, First times, cis gay sex, under negotiated kinks, (as in *slaps roof of fanfic* this baby can fit SO MUCH under negotiated kinks) light Bondage, light impact play, Dom/Sub tendencies, aftercare. yeehaw.

Summery: Michael accidentally confesses his love to Gabriel. Putting it lightly, it doesnt go well. But then Gabe shows up later that day and makes amends. (they boink)

Edit - 9/29 (michaelmas) Added a NSFW pic inspired by the fic (at the bottom)

Michael had no idea how he got here.

Well, no, of course he did; he was there when it happened. But to say that the day began with him nearly falling over the edge into despair to having Gabriel grinding up against him, pressing hot kisses to his neck and chest, toying with his body… well no one could have possible seen that coming. Except God, but he wasn’t really thinking of Him at this time.

Theres no way to track how This started. It could go back way before the Fall, to when Michael was first discovering that he liked Gabriel more than others. But that was normal, right? People had their favorites so why was this any different? Just because he leaned in closer whenever Gabriel spoke, or found him smiling like the sun whenever Gabe leaned up against him while they were on break, didn’t mean it was anything special. Besides, Gabriel had Anthea. Gabriel didn’t know he had Anthea at first, but Michael wasnt that blind. So he didn’t say anything to dissuade Gabriel from going after her. He didn’t encourage it either, though. Even after the Fall, he didn’t say anything, he himself just lost Lucifer so any chastising or encouragement would have been hypocritical, but eventually he’d thought that Gabriel would let go of her.

He never did though. And Michael never got rid of his feeling for Gabriel either. It grew, in fact. Slowly, like a vine coming around to choke the statues in the gardens, wholly unnoticed until there is nothing to do about it. Every laugh, ever tired roll of the eyes, every unexpected yawn would bring about a new leaf that would suffocate Michael if he wasn’t already doing everything he could to push his feelings down. He didn’t have time for whatever he felt for Gabriel. There were things to do on the surface, troops to train in Heaven and he, being the one on the pedestal, had to be perfect. And feelings were messy.

The point is, as much as he wanted to run his fingers through Gabriel’s curly red hair and kiss him on warm summer nights, he couldn’t do it. Would never do it.

And then the prophecy child came along. The end officially started, Michael got stabbed by his sister, contracted to a human, poisoned by his brother, sold off as a bartering chip to War, lost his physician, pulled some strings and brought a spirit back to earth, pulled some more strings to keep Gabriel from getting to irreversible trouble (but still had him sent to the tank for two weeks), finally saw God after years of radio silence, met his literal doppelganger, got formerly-mentioned-brother’s wings sent to him as sick gift and, quite frankly, was at the end of his rope. Everything was just happening too fast and no one seemed to care. The air was tight whenever he was with the other Archangels. It felt like he didn’t really know any of them anymore. Not even Gabriel, though his heart begged for that not to be the case.

Oh, right. Anthea had also died. So there’s that too. See? Messy.

All of that was basically to say, that when Gabriel made the snide comment that he, Michael, couldn’t possible know what it was like to truly love someone other than himself (which wasn’t even true, Michael did, in fact, hate himself immensely) Michael wasn’t planning to confirm or deny it. However, after the initial shock – Did Gabriel really think him that heartless? – and feeling everyone’s eyes on him – all the other archangels were in the room, plus some other guards – he did answer. It came out like a holy confession, a whisper accompanied by searing hot tears.

I love you. He said.

Michael couldn’t breathe in the silence that followed, which made Gabriel’s laugh, a cruel sounding thing, even harder to take. Michael choked on air and when Gabriel turned to leave, but when he made to follow, maybe to explain himself more? To apologize? Anything but be alone with his thoughts or worse, alone in a room full of people, Gabriel slapped him.

Gabriel said something to him, but he didn’t catch it. All he felt was stinging on his cheek and embarrassment crushing his chest. Michael didn’t know how long he stood there, cradling his face and trying to think, but not comprehending anything around him, but eventually his brain caught up and he realized he did not want to be in that room right then. So, he ran.

Raphael had taught him some breathing techniques to help with panic attacks, but he couldn’t remember them. He guessed he actually had to breathe for them, which he wasn’t doing. All he was doing was sitting in a ball on the floor of his room trying to crush his feeling out. How typical of him, really, to fuck everything up. Now what? He had just cut ties with the only other person he felt a true connection with and now he was well and truly going to die lonely when The End came. That was always the plan; a murder suicide with Lucifer, but he’d thought there would be some pride when he went? Someone who he was fighting for? He didn’t know. He did know it was all his fault. Everything was his fault, no matter who he assigned blame to.

When he finally stopped crying, Michael sat very still. The apathy that came after such a strong release was always welcome. He breathed. And then he got up, washed his face and then went to his personal office to get some work done. He was nothing if not a good angel. Perfect in the eyes of the public.

Numb to everything that wasn’t directly in front of him, Michael actually got a lot done. The shuffling of paper and scratching of his pen was a pleasant relief compared to the chaos of his own thoughts that he was used to. He didn’t even hear the door to his office open, didn’t feel the presence of someone else in the room until they came to where he was organizing paperwork into the proper bins and gently grabbed both of his arms.

Oh, Michael could recognize Gabriel’s hands anywhere. They were hands he trusted completely with everything from a nice manicure to executing an offender of the faith. The only problem was he didn’t know what Gabriel was going to do with those hands. So, he stood completely still at Gabriel’s mercy for the second time that day.

“Turn around.” Gabriel said, taking the rest of the files from Michael and tossing them out of reach. Michael couldn’t discern anything from his voice, really only comprehending that he was very close to his ears, so, he did what he was told.

“Look at me.” he said next, as Michael found the trinkets on his desk a better study. When he didn’t listen, Gabe let go of the shelving he was pining him to and put one hand on the side of his face. It didn’t take a lot of pressure to tilt his head so their eyes met. It frightened Michael to see how stormy Gabriel’s eyes were. Dark, alluring, and troubled were not something he’d normally say about Gabriel, but now only those words applied. There was something else too, his jaw was clenched, as if he were holding his tongue, or arguing with himself.

Michael never got the chance to ask about it, because Gabriel leaned in, parted his lips, closed his eyes and kissed him. The fog of apathy flushed out of him immediately and he felt everything; the warmth of Gabe’s hands on his cheek, the way his other hand lifted from the table and came to rest on his waist, the smooth silk of his own clothes against his body, heat coming from everywhere and, oh lord, his lips. The clouds couldn’t compare to the softness of Gabe’s lips on his, he could spend an eternity in this moment and it would never be enough.

The kiss (they’re first kiss), of course, did not last an eternity. It was only when Gabe moved away from him that Michael realized he didn’t close his eyes, or move towards him or do… anything. Kisses always looked magnetic, so why didn’t it fix everything between them? Michael felt a knot forming in his stomach and it only grew heavier as Gabe opened his eyes to gauge his reaction.

They were still standing so close that their breaths were shared. So, Michael only had to whisper when he said;

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you want to?” Gabe quipped back, tilting his head to the side. He was being completely serious.

“Wh-What?” He really wished his eyes were the bright emerald green they were usually.

Gabe’s grip on Michael’s waist tightened and the storm behind his eyes grew. “Do you want to understand?”

Of course he did. His cheek still burned from where Gabe hit him and the shaking anxiety from his panic attack never left completely, if he understood then maybe they really could make this work. Whatever this could be. Or he could fuck it up.

“No.” He said, and closed the gap between them.

Almost immediately he was shoved back into the shelving with Gabe’s hands clawing at his skin and teeth biting his lips. Heat rushed through his entire body as Gabe pressed up against him, ground up against him leaving his full intent out into the open.

God, since when could he move like that? Michael thought as he opened his mouth and let Gabriel’s tongue meet his own. Gabe’s piercing clicked on his teeth, setting off another wave of heat down his spine. He’d always wondered what it would be like to feel Gabe’s piercing in his mouth. One of his own hands slipped behind Gabe’s chiton and laid flat against his chest while the other raked through his hair. He almost wished Gabriel hadn’t cut his hair short, he would have love to pull on the curls, but the deep moan that came out of him made up for it.

Gabriel’s tongue was on his lips, and then his lips were on his jaw, kissing a line up and then down his neck, Michael could barely catch his breath, the way he gasped at every press of his mouth on sensitive skin. Even when Gabe slowed down to focus on a spot at the base of his neck, Michael didn’t complain, especially as Gabe’s leg pressed in between his own. Michael didn’t realize how hot his body felt, certainly didn’t realize how hard he was, how hard both of them were, but it was all he could think about as Gabe’s hands slid lower and started groping his ass, gathering the fabric of his skirt between his fingers.

Humans always made this stuff look strange, Michael didn’t get all the moaning and begging and crying out. The ‘losing control’ part never made sense to him either, but there was nothing controlled about the sounds he made now; broken whispers begging to be understood as wanting more. He wanted more of this, whatever this ended up being and he wanted Gabriel there to guide him through it all.

Naturally, that’s when Gabriel pulled away. Michael didn’t think he could fall for him anymore, but the vines he always compared his love to bloomed in such a vivid way. The messed up hair, the dilated pupils, the reddened lips, the way he dragged his eyes down every inch of him; it could have destroyed him and made him whole all at once.

“Tonight.” Gabe said. “I’ll meet you in your room.” It wasn’t a question, but it wasn’t a statement either.

“Yes.” He nodded, but when he felt Gabriel leaning away from him, asked “But why?”

He straightened himself up, making eye contact as he grazed his crotch and nodded towards his desk. “You still have work to do.”

The afternoon passed as quickly as he’d expected it to, which is not very quick at all. After getting himself fixed up, Michael found he could not possibly focus on anything other than events prior. It didn’t matter what he put in front of himself, all he could think about was how this whole thing wasn’t good. It’s exactly want he wanted in his deepest and most sinful dreams; a physical relationship with his millennia-long love—but he’d only let himself pin for a romantic one, chaste save for a few kisses. They both were angels after all. This… This wasn’t even love, he thought. Especially not in the way silence grew serious between them when they parted. Lovers didn’t do that… they talked at the very least.

No. This was lust. And he found that he was ok with it… he wanted to be ok with it.

Eventually he got up and left his office. The empty hallways of his home echoing his footsteps, he tried not to think about it. He paced around his room a bit, wishing Gabriel had been more exact about ‘tonight.’ Did he mean at sunset? Or closer to midnight? Were they just… going to get straight to it? Or… what? Was Michael expecting to be taken out on a date? Please. Gabe was probably just going to get off and then leave. He would be lucky if it was a mutual thing.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking. How would it happen? Was he expected to do anything? How did Gabriel know how to move his body like that? Eventually, just about when he thought he’d lose it, Michael caved and looked up what to expect.

The internet was, as usual, very helpful, but by the end of his searching his mind was even more frayed than before. He decided to take a shower. A long one just to calm himself down and … maybe to… test some of the things he read.

By the time Gabriel arrived, Michael had taken a long shower, dried and dressed himself and even put on what he hoped was subtle perfume and straightened up his room. Everything was, hopefully, perfect. He was halfway through setting up two glasses of wine --because he did keep wine in his room now-- when the knock came.

“Come in,” He said casually, almost forgetting the situation they were in.

He heard the door open and close, but there came no greeting, so when Michael turned around to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he was surprised to find Gabriel outright staring at him. He looked the same as he did before, except now he carried a bag with him. Michael, however, did dress up. Or down. It depends on how you look at it. He still wore his chiton, but in a more traditional way that showed off more of his chest and thighs. He also wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

He swallowed and turned back to the wine, wishing his body didn’t blush so much under Gabriel’s intense stare. But he faced it again, this time with a bottle of wine in his hands.

“I thought that we could have a drink?” His voice faltered and he stood rather awkwardly and small.

That seemed to break Gabe out of his trance. He dropped off his bag on the bed and approached him with an even gaze. Stopping right in front of him, he took the bottle from his hands and set it down.

“No… No more wine.” He said in that deep tone that put butterflies in his stomach. Upon seeing his reaction, Gabe added, “I’d rather have you right now.”

And to that Michael could only say one thing.

“Please.”

And now here they were, Gabriel leaving bite marks and hickeys on his neck while he pushed up against him so that every nerve was on fire, begging for more. Michael twisted and strained on the ropes tying his wrists to the bedposts, trying to catch his breath. But whenever he did manage a moment clarity, Gabriel would do something else to make him jump and moan beneath him. He was playing with his nipples now and dragging his fingernails down his sides. He still hadn’t taken off his clothes yet, but by now they might as well be ruined, soaked through with each other’s sweat and precum. Michael moaned again as Gabe slapped his thighs, by now he wasn’t afraid of being loud, he wanted Gabe to know exactly what he felt.

“Please.” He begged again, not expecting an answer but praying for one anyway. His legs shook underneath Gabe’s firm hands as he kept them pressed to the bed, no matter how many times he coaxed Gabe forward, to rub their cocks together, for any friction at all, he still denied him.

“Please, what?” he said into his ear, “Aren’t I giving you everything you want?” The honey in his voice made Michael shiver.

“Yes, God yes! But please… fuck- please touch me. I need you.” He captured his lips again for a messy kiss.

Gabe pulled away. “Greedy, much?” He kissed a line down his body, then above his navel, “You really are a whore.”

Michael gasped as the sash at his hips was untied and thrown aside. His whole body throbbed with need at the silent promise. “Only for you.”

Gabe lifted the remaining fabric and breathed in the wet spot where his precum soaked through. “Is that so? All of this is for me?” He gently pulled the fabric away from his body, finally leaving Michael bare and spread wide for him. His dick fully erect, leaking and red, begging for release by any means.

Michael shifted under his gaze, looking down on him like he owned him. He only hoped he looked as beautifully desperate as Gabriel did. “Of course.”

Gabe nodded and took off the rest of his own clothes. His hands traveled up and down his glistening tan body, fulfilling a desire that Michael wished he could do instead. How many times had Michael wanted to run his fingers up and down the curves of Gabriel’s toned body? He couldn’t remember at that moment. If he didn’t like his wrists being tied up so much, he might have asked to be untied.

When he got to his dick though, he only traced light lines with his fingertips, moaning and biting his lips in pure ecstasy. It was a sight to behold, the lines of precum hanging on his fingers, the trail of ginger hair cropping his dick. ‘Heavenly’ could hardly cover it.

Michael let out a groan and Gabe stopped, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“My eyes are up here.”

“Fuck me already.”

That earned him another slap on the inside of his thighs, he bucked and noted the way his cock bounced in the air. Did everything have to be so erotic? Gabriel reached back to the bag he brought, the one that also had the rope, and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Now that they were on track, Gabe wasted no time in slicking his fingers up, propping up Michael’s legs and sliding said fingers up and down his ass, even grabbing his balls for good measure. Michael thought about biting into his own arm to stop from crying out too loud, but instead just lifted his legs higher. The house was empty anyway.

Gabe let out a satisfying hum and pressed a finger inside him. It felt as strange as it did when he practiced in the shower, but god was it so much better.

“Take deep breaths. I’m just stretching you out now.” He said, smiling to himself and kissing Michael’s calf. “It would be a shame if you finished now.”

“It wouldn’t be my fault. I didn’t know how much you liked teasing.” Or slapping or bondage or powerplay or literally anything. Then again, he himself didn’t realize how much he’d like those things too, much less being on the receiving end. He took a deep breath. And another. Then, the question that was haunting him slipped from his mouth. “How do you know how to do this?” he blurted out.

“Hm?” Gabriel looked away from him, suddenly abashed, as if he wasn’t massaging his asshole for his pleasure and use. “I uh. I watched some videos.”

And to that Michael laughed, more genuine than he had in a while.

“What?” Gabe took the opportunity to insert another finger, stopping his laughter with pain and pleasure. How cruel!

“Nothing! I just…” He turned his head to hide his face in is arms. “I watched some videos too.”

“Really?” The quality in his voice changed. It had been changing from when they made out in his office to now… it felt like they were talking normally with each other, like friends… or, well, like lovers. It helped that he was smiling now, not quite a joyful or mischievous smile, but a quaint one. As if they both were taking each other in with a new light.

“Yeah… I practiced some too.” He could share that, right?

“Oh… did you…?”

“No. I was… saving that for you.”

“Oh.” Was all he said, hiding his quiet delight behind adding in another finger inside of him.

They stayed like that for a while, Gabe stretching him out gently while Michael sighed and kept his breathing relaxed. Gabe never pushed his fingers in deep, even though Michael thrusted his thighs up, trying to convince Gabe to finger fuck him a little. After a few minutes, Michael was craving for something thicker and longer. Even so, he was not ready for how cold, empty and gapping he’d feel when Gabe’s fingers left him.

“Ready?” Gabe asked as he slid the condom on and poured more lube onto his hand. He bit his swollen lips and he slicked up his shaft; he wasn’t the only one that was denied.

“More than.” He angled himself up more and welcomed Gabe’s steady hand bracing on his red thighs. There was a moment of blissful silence as Gabe lined himself up, only broken by the feeling on his head pressing up against his hole and pushing in. They both moaned.

Gabe was gentle going in, pushing forward and pulling back bit by bit. His whole body jerked as he guessed his prostate was hit, he read that it felt like sparks shooting across the body and by God was that right. He rocked his hips up even harder now. Michael had never felt so full, never felt the need to be, but when Gabe bottomed out and rutted against his hips, he felt as if he’d need this the rest of his life. Is this what it felt like to be truly connected? To be full and content with your lover? It felt cheesy to even think, but he imagined soulmates felt like this.

Michael moaned even louder as Gabe pulled halfway out and slid down faster. Again and again he felt sparks as his lover’s wet hips slammed into his own. The noises they made were obscene and only made worse when Gabe leaned over him to get a better angle. Now he could feel Gabe’s hot breath on his face and see just how gone he was, which made the heat pooling in his own stomach twist and flood his senses. This was started to be too much.

“Touch me!” He begged, straining on his wrists again. “Oh, please I want to come. Please let me come.” He had to have this, he’d waited so long; Michael needed this.

“Oh fuck.” Gabe moaned and leaned down to bite at his neck once more. “Beg for me. I’m so close.”

“Please, Gabriel, I wanna… I wanna feel you come inside me, I want your hands pumping my dick until I scream. I want you. I need you Please. Please. Please!”

Michael’s breathy cries grew more erratic along with Gabriel’s pace. The wet slapping of skin filled the room until Gabe cried out and shook with his orgasm. Michael pushed up against him, writhing around his partner’s twitching cock, until Gabe collapsed onto him and gasping for breath, oversensitive and spent.

“Fuck.” He gasped as he lifted himself up and crashed his mouth on Michael’s. His lips screamed desperation. His hands trembled as he grabbed Michael’s cock and pumped at a horrifically fast pace. Michael gasped against his mouth and bucked, arching his back as much as he could. When his orgasm hit, he froze, coming quickly in Gabe’s hand before opening his eyes again and melting into the bed. Only then did Gabe slide out of him and collapse. He couldn’t breathe for a moment, and then the only thing he could do was breathe. His mind and body spent.

They laid together for a few minutes, Gabe resting on top of him, both of them basking in the afterglow. Michael felt sticky and sore and empty but didn’t feel like moving, and honestly, if they laid like that for the rest of the night, he would be completely fine with that.

As if reading his thoughts, Gabriel kissed his jaw and lifted himself up. How he went from blitzed out to composed Michael couldn’t guess, but he noted the way Gabe still trembled. “We should… clean up.” He emphasized this by taking his hand—still covered in Michael’s cum – and dragged his tongue up his index finger. He made a face and shrugged, “It doesn’t taste that good.”

Michael huffed. “I’m sorry I’m not made of sugar.”

“Hm. But those noises you made were so sweet.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Untie me, please.” He didn’t thing he could play anymore games.

“Just a second.” He peeled off the condom and made to get off the bed.

“Where are you going?” A bolt of dread shot up his spine; he wasn’t leaving, was he? Not tied up to the bed and out in the open?

“Bathroom, Michael. Getting a towel and washing my hands. Also, you’re sticky.”

“And whose fault is that?” he tried shove his anxiety back into its box.

He didn’t get a reply, just a hum and a good view of Gabe’s back side as he walked to the room adjacent and cleaned himself up. He wasn’t even out of sight, keeping the bathroom door wide open, but Michael still felt tendrils of doubt writhe in his chest.

He put on a smile as he walked back holding two warm towelette—because yes, Michael had towelettes on hand. They’re nice to have— He was still surprised when Gabriel cleaned him instead of just untying his wrists and letting him handle his own ‘sticky’ body. Somehow this seemed more intimate than what they just finished doing, especially how gentle Gabe lifted his legs to get a better angle. The warm towel felt wonderful on his abused butt and dick, more so than he thought it would. After getting his lower half he used the other towelette to press on his neck, which had much the same effect. Michael didn’t think that a warm towelette would make the deep bite marks and bruises heal right away, but it was like a gentle kiss. He didn’t think Gabe would be so kind to him.

“Whats wrong, Michael?” Gabe’s calm voice cut through the silence. He didn’t meet his eyes as he asked.

What should he say to that? Everything was wrong, they just—they just had sex! They didn’t even talk about it before hand they just… did it! And this morning he was pretty sure Gabe hated him and Michael… he didn’t know what he wanted to do with anything. No one could find out, he was sure of that… but did that mean he had to forget this whole night happened? All in all his life was falling apart! He didn’t want to push his last lifeline away.

“I’m fine.” He smiled. He tried not to panic as the mood shifted over Gabriel. He could see the clouds over his eyes again. Shit shit shit of course he’d ruin it. “I-“ He started, frantically thinking about what would make this right. “I just want you to stay.” Pathetic.

That seemed to work, though it hurt to say, but he didn’t get an answer right away. Instead, Gabe moved up to his arms and finally undid the rope. Michael hissed as he moved his freed wrists again.

“Oh, I brought something for that.” Gabe said, reaching for his bag once again. He produced a bottle of lotion and applied some to his hands before taking one of Michael’s and massaging it. It felt good, though much like the towel still at his neck, he didn’t think it would do much. They fell into a lull again. Michael felt as if he could fall sleep, if not for the unanswered question weighing on his mind.

“What do you want to do with the cover?”

“Hm?”

“The duvet is… wet.”

“Oh… just throw it to the ground, I’ll clean it tomorrow.” Or he’ll just burn it, whatever.

“Ok.” Gabe let go of his hands and began to pull back the blanket beneath them. Ideally, they should have taken it off beforehand, but they weren’t really thinking logically then, just about how to make each other shake with pleasure. Michael sat up and helped kick the thick blanket to the ground. His ass hurt and his whole body was sore, scratched up and bruised, but at least he was clean-ish. He had honestly never felt so… exhausted before. Satisfied but still so wanting. Maybe he was a selfish whore. He pulled back more blankets from the front of the bed and crawled underneath him, not caring to put on clothes or turn off the dim lights still illuminating his room.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the heaviness he felt all around him versus the sounds of Gabriel sliding off the bed and walking away. It didn’t really work, he still felt hot tears behind his eyes and tried biting the inside of his lip to keep from making noise. If Gabriel wanted to leave, then who was he to stop him? He knew this wasn’t good. He should be happy that he got to have sex with him at all. A check off the bucket list and all that.

But he didn’t leave. Michaels eyes snaped open as he felt a thumb wipe away his tears. Gabe was hovering above him, looking somewhere between tired and concerned; he’d just turn off the lights. Michael wanted to laugh because of how ridiculous he was being. Or cry.

But he didn’t. He shifted over and let Gabriel slide under the covers with him. It was awkward, they were both naked and wasn’t sure how get comfortable like this, but they soon settled down where Michael was laying on Gabe’s chest and they were tracing shapes on each other’s arms.

He was about to drift off when Gabe muttered, half to himself, “I could love you.”

That didn’t feel as bad as it could to Michael. “That’s all I need.” His words slurred together before he dropped into darkness. He’ll deal with everything else tomorrow.

Gabriel didn’t know why he did this anymore than Michael probably did. All Gabe wanted was a release, something he thought he could only have with Anthea. A stress reliever, maybe. A good fuck before the world went to shit. He tried to ignore the darker thoughts he had that day, where he pushed Michael over the edge and left him to shatter on the ground. Or the ones where he’d hurt Michael outright to finally get across all of the hurt he’d experienced at his now-lover’s hands. But there was something—a spark? – when they kissed, and a shift when they actually talked to each other. No masks, no pretenses. Just feelings; whatever they happened to be.

And Gabe remembered how Michael used to be. Fun, genuine, loving. He remembered the quiet nights where they watched the sky and how Michael would, very obviously, check him out. The way he always seemed to prefer either him or Lucifer. This whole thing was ridiculous; of course Michael loved him, it was so obvious. So why did Gabe react like that this morning? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it anymore than he already had.

Gabe wasn’t lying when he said he could love him, but he wouldn’t lie and say that he loved him now. His heart was recently broken and, the tattoo of Anthea’s name was barely over a month old. Before today, he believed it too soon for anything new. Obviously, another part of him disagreed, but he would save those thoughts for another time. Gabriel kissed Michael’s head and fell asleep with him in his arms. He’ll have to see what the next day brought.

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#satan and me #naughtysam #gabemike #my writing #dam im proud of this #i actually wrote a boink #huh #miracles do happen

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taehyungsgrowl · 4 years

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’m sorry about this one, I love my boys I just want them to be okay 🥺 ~~~ Duncan couldn’t bring himself to make the call, Nate was clear as day, he doesn’t want to talk to either of them. Maybe it was better to tell her the truth, even if it would be hard to hear.

“So? Is he coming?”

Y/N asked out as she pulled out plates for their meal. Duncan walked in and planted a kiss on the top of her head.

“He..he said he doesn’t want to talk to us anymore”

he saw a her face fall at the news.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’ve got me. We’ve got each other..”

When Duncan reached home that night he decided to move Nate’s box from his car to the back of his closet. He decided he was better off taping it shut than going through the contents and stressing himself out. — It wasn’t easy for Y/N to hear that Nate wouldn’t talk to either of them, but Dunc was right, she had him. Having him over was something she hadn’t even realized how much she’d missed. Their plan to “take things slow” went out the window in just a few nights. It had been nearly a year since the last time they’d been

together,

so when things didn’t, uh,

come together

like before

she held no ill will.

“Was that okay? How are you feeling?”

Duncan asked from beside her. His nerves were starting to creep in, thoughts of what Nate had told him were bubbling up. Self doubt began overtaking his thoughts. What if he wasn’t as good as Nate? What if things were worse than they remembered? What if she hated it so much she broke up with him? Y/N could feel Duncan beginning to tense up. She grabbed his face to kiss him,

“I missed you, Dunc. How about a round two, if you’re ready?”

She said peppering his face until he was smiling as hard as her. While Duncan was out for his run the next morning, Y/N was just trying to find the clothes she’d left with him the year before. He’d said they were in a box somewhere, but when she found the one in his closet. Yes, it had her things in it, but it had Nate’s too. Why did Duncan have a box with all of their pictures-? He must have tried to talk to Nate after their fight.. Nate said he didn’t want to talk anymore, but this seemed like he didn’t want to even think about her. Why didn’t he have the guts to just say this to her face? After all of their time together you would think she at least deserved that.

—

Nate spend most of his time trying to block out and forget those last few months. Hookups were difficult, everything reminded him of

her,

he had to change things. No more old friends, it’s not like it was hard for him to find someone who wouldn’t have any expectations for him afterwards. He buzzed his hair off, why did they always try to push it back? Nate spent his nights alone for the most part, no matter how late someone was over, they weren’t sleeping there. Not anymore. Every day was harder than the last. Every day he saw Y/N and Duncan grow closer. She hadn’t tried to call him again, Shepherd had probably given her the box, told her what happened. Nate knew he could have called her, checked in for old times sake.. But she said their time together didn’t mean anything, so why should he give her any more of it. If Y/N was anything, she was persistent, it took nearly a month for her to stop calling and texting Duncan, and a few weeks after that to stop trying to talk to him in class. If she wanted to talk to him, she would have tried already, she wouldn’t have given up on him so easily. – Nate knew he’d been neglecting himself, forgetting to take his meds, slogging through the days

He just wanted it to stop, everything to stop, but it wouldn’t. It couldn’t. Rather than do something reckless, he dropped Maximus off at Y/N’s. Tied him to the porch with a bag of food, everything she’d need to take care of him, and a note. Even if she was still upset about what he’d told Duncan, he knew she’d take good care of his boy. Nate voluntarily admitted himself to the inpatient psych ward. ‘

It’s just for a couple of weeks, maximum,’

he told himself. Just long enough to get his head back on straight, let his meds kick in again, sort himself out..

–

ma’am you made me cry :(

i meant to have this out earlier this weekend but allergies have been kicking my ass so i’ve been sleeping sm vsjkvhsge yeehaw

–

As Y/N pulled into her driveway, she caught sight of Maximus on her porch. Confusion and worry immediately set in. She hurried out of the car and ran towards the dog.

I’m sorry. For everything. Please take care of Maxie. Spending a few weeks to get better at St. Anthony’s Hospital.

Y/N reread the note tied to Maxie over and over. She felt so guilty. Why didn’t Nate reach out to her is he was struggling?

Why didn’t you check on him? The voice in her head shamed her.

“Oh, Maxie.” she knelt down and hugged his dog tightly. Maxie whined and let her cry it out.

After what felt like a long time, she brought him and his thing in. She had to see him. Had to know if Nate was okay. He wouldn’t do this unless things had gotten pretty bad.

Maximus followed her around the house as she tried to make sense of everything.

Duncan arrived, carrying in food he’d picked up for them. Y/N sat at the table, head in her hands as she looked down at Nates note again. Maxie began to bark as soon as Duncan opened the door.

“What’s going on?” worry flashed Duncan’s mind seeing Maximus there. Was Nate there too? Had he been over to apologize to Y/N?

She called Maxie over and looked up at Duncan, tears in her eyes.

“Baby,” Duncan rushed over, “What’s wrong?” he knelt on the ground and took her hands in his.

“It’s Nate,” her voice trembled. Duncan looked down at Nate’s dog and back up at Y/N, still not understand. Was he .. was Nate okay?

Y/N couldn’t continue to explain without her voice giving out so she handed the note for Duncan to read.

“It’s my fault.” she wiped at her tired eyes with the back of her sleeves. Duncan could tell she’d been crying for a while by how red and irritated her eyes were.

“C’mere,” Duncan stood and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

Duncan didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He knew Y/N was beating herself up for this and he knew it wasn’t her fault. Part of him wanted to blame Nate for making her feel bad - but he knew that wasn’t right.

“He’s getting help because he thinks he needs it, Y/N. It’s not your fault.” he looked into her eyes, taking his thumb to wipe her tears.

“I know you still care about him. And you know he still trusts you.” Duncan looked down at Maxie at their feet. “Sit down, babe.” he kissed her head again and helped her sit.

“I should have known he wasn’t okay.” she looked down at the table idly tracing patterns into the wood.

Duncan wasn’t sure how to feel. Even now Nate was still holding the cards in their relationship.

“He didn’t wanna talk to us, babe.” Duncan sighed. “Look, why don’t we have dinner and try to relax a little and tomorrow morning we can see what we can find out.” he glanced at his watch, “Besides, it’s late now and you won’t get any answers tonight.”

That night, Y/N asked Duncan to stay at her place. Far too sad to be alone. He held her close that night with Maxie resting on her other side. She dozed off to sleep, softly petting his fur.

Nate looked out the narrow window of his temporary room. He instinctively tried to run his hands through his hair, but when he was met with his buzzed head, he let out a deep sigh.

He just wanted to feel like himself again.

He got ready for bed, taking his medication, brushing his teeth, changing into a pair of fresh sweats. He laid in his too small bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He’d put everyone’s feelings before his own for so long; he need help focusing on himself.

Nate’s mind started to wander when that started? Was it when he resigned any potential he could have with Y/N by making Duncan tell her how he felt? Was it before that when he settled to be Y/N’s friend when he wanted more?

Maybe neither of that - maybe it was a slow progression that led to it. Thinking about it now didn’t help. He tossed and turned most of the night.

He missed his bed. Missed Maxie.

He felt his stomach drop realizing it was only the first night.

Nate closed his eyes and tried to think of happy memories, but all the ones that came to mind involved Y/N.

He wanted to be able to be happy on his own.

#duncan x dumb!reader #dumb!reader #duncan x dumb!reader x nate #nate #duncan shepherd #submission

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handern · 4 years

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a while ago i saw u made a post about healthcare not actually being free in france and im sorry to bring it up again so much later but im from the us and i always thought most european countries did have free healthcare? is it not actually true? :(

I have NO IDEA how true or not true it is, all I know is that I applied to universal french healthcare and when I got my hand problem I still had to pay like 200€ from my own pocket, not counting the part that I got from healthcare reimbursment (it would’ve been more like 300€ all in all)

so it sure is not as dramatic as in the US w their 200 000$$ debt if you got the flu but I have no income so 200€ is like,, two and half months worth of food for me kdjfhisu that plus I was having troubles w my car (another 200€ bill yeehaw) and my fridge broke down all in the span of 3 months so that’s the main reason I was whining

MY POINT BEING after that 200€ health bill, I got an insurance andthe cheapest plan I found was 25€ a month, but it’s only that cheap because I already have 1°) my car insurance 2°) my flat insurance done with that company and 3°) my parents are insured there too. And even like that, it only reimburses “normal” health fees. I need to meet a specialist for my hand and even now that I have this insurance I won’t get it 100% free lmao still better than to have to pay up the 60€ meeting I guess

it’s abso fucking lutely STUPID that people who can afford a 400€+ insurance (ridiculous compared to the USA I know) are the ones who get 100% of their fees reimbused but ppl who can’t afford that have to pay their health stuff

once again it might not be how it really works and I might be an absolute dumbass who didn’t do things correctly! but I sure tried to do everything right and still had to pay some stuff

reimbursments have a limit, too

my 25€/month plan covers :

- regular doc appointments (25€, if it’s more then it’s from my pocket)

- regular emergencies (reimburses ambulance fees and a stay in a non individual room DUE TO AN EMERGENCY if I want a room on my own they cover the cost of a non individual room and I pay the rest)

- regular glasses (I don’t wear glasses so fuck me I still pay for it in the plan)

- regular meds a doc gave me a prescription for (for instance painkillers are reimbursed 100% but even w a doc prescription I had to pay some vitamins they gave me from my pocket)

- regular dental (if I get a rotten tooth it’s free to get it healed, if you need to clean the calcareous layer on the teeth it’s free but the rest I gotta pay for it)

- basically it covers the minimal stuff so I don’t die, if I want to be comfortable I better pay for it bithc

all the stuff we have to pay for is probably only like 1/10th of their actual cost, and we don’t have big pharms making profit off meds bc there’s an actual law against that so meds cost what they should cost, but I genuinely don’t know enough to go into more details

so ye when americans think france is a socialist country w free healthcare and free uni (400€ a year isn’t debt worthy but it’s still not free lmao) I go MEH

it’s less expensive as in the US but we still got a huge chunk of the population who refuses to get stuff they need. for instance my grandma can’t get a hearing aid bc it’s too expensive, and her fake teeth are cheap as fuck + lot of people don’t change their glasses as often as they need to bc it’s still expensive, but there are also much worse issues I just don’t know enough to talk about it all more in detail so I won’t

also the only reason our health care doesn’t work is bc rich people don’t pay the taxes they owe to it and the state owe it money or smth so like

#it's a mess of an answer but I can't chill and make short answers ever #also I'm stressed and I tend to babble and I don't have time to proof read #Anonymous #ask

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pengiesama · 5 years

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Too Many Cooks (Fic, Gen)

Title: Too Many Cooks Series: Tales of Zestiria Pairing: Gen Characters: Rose, Alisha, Malfore

Summary: Rose and company help Alisha protect a vital shipping lane from attack by a rampaging drake. "Luckily" for them, Rolance has sent their own Shepherd to help.

(Or, "The One Where Everyone Involved Learns a Lesson in Patience and Self-Control, and Also How Not to Stab People.")

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This was my entry for day one of the TOZ 4th Anniversary project, at @tozanniversary! Day two's prompt was “I’m the son of a provincial lard!”.

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Rolance and Hyland were now working together on a variety of initiatives. Rebuilding destroyed towns, reseeding blighted fields, purging the land of the hellions that still roamed and of the lingering pockets of resistance to the kingdoms’ treaty. Alisha, of course, worked tirelessly; alongside Sergei, when he was available, but always Rose. Rose was still styling on the Shepherd Incognito thing – she was just used to working in the shadows when it came to things outside the Sparrowfeathers business, and it was easier besides.

There were those who remembered the Shepherd Sorey, and tales of his deeds were spreading; tales made larger than life and more wild by his sudden disappearance, at the very same time hope returned to the land. Surely he will return when humanity becomes pure enough. He sleeps under the mountain, waiting for this day. Leave offerings at the mantle for his seraphic helpers to bring to him each night. Rose was kind of worried about how Sorey would react to having a religion built up around him when he finally woke up.

Rose knew that taking up the Shepherd gig wouldn’t be easy. Sure, Sorey was stuck handling the really hard stuff. (She sent up a little prayer every night to wish him well – she never prayed in the past, never thought anyone would listen, but now she knew that Sorey would and was and always will.) But she was stuck handling the really annoying stuff.

The political stuff.

The political stuff that you couldn’t solve by stabbing with a knife.

The political stuff that you could solve by stabbing with a knife but now you’ve got a very delicate truce situation to navigate and so you can’t.

“…and I tell you this in utter sincerity, and above all, humility: the moment I appeared on the scene, the hellion took a single look at me and turned tail! I spoke naught a word, but the foul creature surely understood the overwhelming holy power at my command.” Malfore nodded gravely, and adjusted that stupid fucking beret on his stupid fucking skull. “It is a heavy burden. I do not intend to upset your delicate feminine composure with my travel accounts – please do let me know if you feel that you are about to faint from terror. But I tell you these tales for a reason. Understand, ladies, that you are safe under my protection as we travel.”

“Cool story, bro,” Rose said. Alisha was stiff as a rail, walking several paces ahead of them, clearly too infuriated to trust herself to speak. “I bet that was totally a hellion and not just like, a fat raccoon you saw knocking over the garbage cans behind the Shrinechurch one time.”

“Yes, it was truly a saga for the ages,” Malfore said, clearly not having registered a word she said. “I am indeed writing a memoir about my experiences, so please, do be patient while the creative process works. Ah, but that brings to mind another encounter…”

The mission they were on today was, indeed, dangerous. They were out to investigate a string of destructive landslides that threatened to dam up a major shipping highway between Rolance and Hyland – which would bring trade, not to mention transport of relief supplies and doctors, to a screeching halt. Preliminary scouting around the area led to the grim conclusion that they were probably dealing with a drake. An impossible task for the Hyland princess and her troop of ordinary soldiers (and her totally ordinary merchant pal who was only tagging along to make sure their supply train kept running smoothly) to be expected to deal with herself. And so, Rolance had graciously allowed Hyland to borrow their Shepherd (who was Totally Legit, and definitely not a fake asshole who didn’t know a hellion from a hole in the ground) to help with the process of retaking the river.

Rose was used to humoring pompous windbags – it was part of the customer service gig. Even Edna and Lailah had learned to live with the situation for the time being. But Alisha…well. She’d been condescended to and insulted and disregarded by people all her life, and had taken it with a kind of martyr attitude; as if it was simply a test to make her a better knight. But Malfore seemed to really be stretching her patience to the breaking point. She’d hardly said a word the past few days – as if Malfore had even let them get a word in, with all his yapping, but even when they were in their tent alone together, she was as silent as a stone, and as prickly as a pufferfish every time Rose approached.

“May I explain Alisha’s struggle?” Lailah asked politely.

Rose jumped a mile at the sudden sound of Lailah’s voice in her head. Malfore laughed magnanimously, and gently patted Rose on her head like a scared puppy. He removed his hand before Rose could break his fucking fingers.

“Fear not, for as I am standing here in front of you today, you can be assured that this story has a happy end. Now, as I was saying, I was wooing the beautiful water seraph who had rescued me from my sinking vessel, when the pirates attacked…”

“I’m going to bury him in dirt and bugs tonight while he sleeps and you can’t stop me,” Edna said.

“Now, now,” Lailah said mildly, not even pretending to dissuade her. “Regarding Alisha’s stress, it is clear that she is upset by Malfore’s falsehoods above all.”

“That makes approximately all of us,” Rose whispered back under her breath. Gesticulating wildly as he mimed the pirate battle, Malfore didn’t notice one bit. “But she’s spent her whole life working with politicians. I’ve seen her with them before, and she’s never gotten like this even when they’re lying through their teeth.”

“It is the nature of Malfore’s falsehoods, specifically. She is clearly quite upset at the thought of him taking credit for your and Sorey’s hard work and sacrifice.”

“And she can’t even call him out on it, or bury him in bugs and dirt,” Edna added. “This Rolance treaty is more trouble than it’s worth.”

“I don’t remember ever fighting off a hellion raccoon,” Rose said dubiously. “Or wooing a water seraph. Unless bringing that stack of books for Mikleo to read on his downtime counts.”

Mikleo was usually too preoccupied with tending to Sorey’s light in the ruins to come along on these missions, but this time it was probably for the best – he’d probably be stomping along ahead, fuming at Malfore’s bullshit right alongside Alisha.

Which, in turn, would have resulted in them both getting caught up in the sudden landslide that knocked Alisha off her feet and sent her tumbling down the mountain. Her form rapidly became a white and pink speck as it was swept away under a tide of mud and stone, down into the river below. Rose heard the telltale shriek of a drake, and jerked her eyes away from Alisha just in time to see the creature charging at them from the woods.

“Hepsin Yulind!”

Edna’s stone fists grasped the drake by its curled, goat-like horns. Rose dug the ornate heels of her boots into the ground; only barely managing to halt the drake’s charge with the armatus’ strength before it knocked her down the mountain and into the drink with Alisha. The drake, undaunted, thrashed its head in an attempt to break Rose’s grip.

“Think fast!” Edna snapped at her. “You can’t expect me to keep this up forever!”

Even if Edna’s grip remained true, their footing was becoming less and less existent, with every stomp and thrash of the drake’s cloven hooves. If they didn’t get on solid ground fast, both she and the drake would wind up careening down the mountainside – she had no idea where Alisha was down there, and would have no way to keep her from getting crushed by ten tons of malevolent scales. That would ruin her day even faster than Malfore rambling about pirates and racoons. She had no idea where that idiot had run off to – he certainly wasn’t helping, not that Rose would have wanted to have to deal with whatever his idea of “help” would be. Alas, Rose was the only Shepherd on call today. What a tragedy.

In situations like these, Rose liked to go by the mantra: What Would Sorey Do?

“Yeehaw!” Rose yeehawed yeehawingly, and flipped herself onto the drake’s back.

She held on for dear life as the drake shrieked and bucked. With the horns in her grip, she was able to steer them – inexpertly, and clumsily, but it was enough to get the drake to tangle itself in the trees and crash headlong into the mountain face. It was stunned, stunned long enough for Rose to summon Lailah’s power and get to work.

“Here,” Rose said hurriedly, lowering the unconscious earth seraph to the ground in front of Lailah. “Keep an eye on them, I’ve gotta—”

“Thank your radiant Lady Edna for her compassion?” Edna asked. She had Alisha held aloft in a bower of vines and flowers – Rose hadn’t noticed her slip away while she and Lailah purified the drake. Alisha was soaked from the river, and covered in scratches and bruises, but was conscious, and struggling against the vines that held her tight. “You’re welcome. Here’s your special delivery.”

“I—I’m so sorry,” Alisha managed to get out. Rose helped her down from the vines, and slung Alisha’s arm around her shoulders to steady her. “If I hadn’t been acting so childishly, I…I wouldn’t have put everyone in danger…”

“And we would have had no heads up that the drake was two seconds away from charging us flat.” Rose thumped her on the back, and Alisha grunted at the feeling. “Believe me, that could’ve gone way worse…speaking of worse, did you see if our friend came tumbling after you? We were down one Shepherd in that little scuffle.”

Alisha’s eyes narrowed, and her expression darkened at hearing of Malfore’s…lack of participation. “…no, I did not see whether he was knocked down alongside me. I suppose we must form a search party.”

“Don’t bother,” Edna said. She pointed into the trees with her umbrella. A telltale fallen beret pinpointed the location. “He’s cowering under a bush over there. Better go get him before the poison ivy does.”

Rose sighed. “Sometimes I really wish this Shepherd gig really was just fighting hellions. C’mon, I’ll help you walk…”

To his credit, Malfore only screamed a little when Rose drew back the leaves covering his hiding spot. He stared at Rose in wide-eyed terror, his complexion pale, his whole body shaking.

“Nice to see you’re well, Lord Shepherd,” Rose said. She dropped his beret back onto his head.

“You…how…” Malfore grasped for words. “You…wrestled the landslide itself, as if – as if it were some charging beast—”

Rose distantly recalled Lailah explaining that humans without resonance couldn’t quite perceive drakes – dragons were a different story, but before things got that bad, drakes could only be seen as natural disasters. Whirlwinds, typhoons. Landslides. Her escapades probably did look pretty damn weird to an outside observer.

It would be nice to tell him the truth. It would be nice to grab him by the ear, and forcibly share enough resonance with him to show him the real deal – show him what a fake he really was. But…Rose looked at Alisha, at the unhappy line of her mouth, at her bruised and battered body. She understood what was going through Alisha’s mind, even without Lailah’s voice to tell her. Alisha worked herself to the bone to improve relations with Rolance. She’d made so much progress, and they were helping so many people. As they helped people, the world’s malevolence lightened; as the world’s malevolence lightened, they helped Sorey. And to keep this going, all they had to do was humor an idiot.

Rose closed her eyes, and gently eased Alisha to stand on her own. She crossed her arms over her chest, and pressed one hand to her heart.

“I’ll tell you my secret – but only you,” Rose said, her expression grave. “I’m an alien from beyond the stars, fleeing from my planet that was destroyed when I was but a babe in my cradle. I was adopted as a baby by a simple farmer couple. This world’s yellow sun gives me ten times the strength of a normal human, and also I can shoot laser beams out of my eyes.”

Alisha blinked slowly, then pressed her fingers delicately to her skull, as if checking for a concussion. Lailah hummed thoughtfully and continued to heal the worst of Alisha’s injuries; saving the rest for when they had privacy.

Malfore squinted as he processed this information. “But…how did you learn to tame the landslide?”

“I grew up on a farm. It was a rock farm. A farm for rocks,” Rose explained, as Edna fed ideas in her ear. “Landslides were a basic occupational hazard. You know how it is.”

Malfore shakily rose to his feet, and dusted himself off. “I was born to one of Rolance’s most ancient and noble houses, so I’m afraid the finer points of farming may be lost on me…but thank you for assisting, visitor from beyond the stars. Had I been alone, I would have been able to best the hellion in perhaps a similar – but more elegant, of course – fashion, but I was too preoccupied with ensuring the safety of you and the Princess Alisha, and, alas, it very nearly spelled the doom of all three of us. My compassion has always been my greatest strength, and my greatest weakness.”

“Yeah, okay,” Rose said. “That’s totally probably what happened. How about we get turned around and get back on the road? I’m sure your bosses in Pendrago will love to hear about you getting this taken care of.”

“Oh, silly thing,” Malfore laughed. “The Shepherd serves no master but the people. But yes, yes, the Shrinechurch will want to hear my report. Do not worry – I will keep your secret safe, and will not speak of your involvement in the incident.”

“Thanks,” Rose said drily. “You’re a real pal.”

“The seraph we saved will follow along with us to the nearest town,” Lailah explained to Rose. “We can perform the necessary steps to install them as Lord of the Land there. They should be able to extend their domain to prevent any further malevolent influence on the sensitive areas of the shipping lanes.”

That, at least, made Alisha smile. Rose sighed and shook her head as they began walking. At least something good came out of this trip.

Though at least now she knew that she could pretty confidently tackle a goat.

#tales of zestiria #tales of zestiria the x #a tenderly crafted fanfiction #tozanniversary

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Sheith Fic Rec II

Please go check out my first Sheith fic rec post!

Yes, I had to make another and who knows if this will be the last. Everyone is so talented~

Just like my first post, these are some Sheith fics I’ve read that I recommend to everyone! I have them by oneshots and multiple chapters and each fic has the rating, word count, warnings, a general summary, and what I liked about it.

I will not be coming back to make edits if a fic has been updated, so keep in mind that this is being posted on November 3rd and that some may have changed depending when you look at this.

Enjoy!

Oneshots

a small request by wintersong general, established relationship, 850 words, no warnings

Keith asks Shiro if he can call him a specific name. I love fics like this. They’re very heartwarming.

a world for two by anglmukhii/shaerrah teen, pre-kerberos, 2000 words, suggestive themes

It’s their last night together before Kerberos, so they spend it at the shack. I also really love fics like this and the fluff was very strong.

anaphora by ranchboiii general, post season seven, 1000 words, no warnings

Keith makes Shiro coffee on a cold morning. Reading morning routines between these two is so fun to read and I like how this one is written. Also, Keith calls Shiro a pet name and that always makes me smile.

dream-sweet love by starboykeith/starboykeith general, slice of life, 1500 words, no warnings

Older and married Sheith. This fic is also about morning routines and I think it captures them very well. There really is something about this particular type of domestic fluff.

earth to kuiper 2329, calling by redluxite (wordstruck)/okwtr teen, alternate universe, 3600 words, no warnings

Shiro is an astronaut and Keith is a student who gets in contact with his station, and after a while, it becomes routine. Their interactions through this is so cute and the end is even cuter.

echos swell and subside by xyriath/disastergayshirogane mature, recovery, 10,000 words, referenced abuse

Shiro has a nightmare and ends up hurting Keith in the process. I remember this being one of the first Sheith fics I ever read and thinking how beautiful the angst was. I don’t think I could ever forget this fic.

everybody knows that you love me baby by adamantine/adamantineheart teen, post season seven, 9000 words, hints of nsfw

Everyone begins to figure out that there’s something else going on between the leader of Voltron and the captain of Atlas. I love how many characters were involved and seeing their reactions. This fic also made me love Kinkade more.

how to train your blanket burrito by sheithism/sheithism teen, sick fic, 3000 words, hints of nsfw

Keith tends to take a while to get out of bed and it becomes worse when he’s sick. Shiro and the space wolf having to wake Keith up every morning? Count me in.

i’ve got your grasping hand by dimplelegacymila mature, five plus one, hurt and comfort, 6000 words, nsfw content

Shiro has apologized to Keith five times, but one time he didn’t mean it. This is also in my list of “First Sheith fics I ever read”. I sometimes tend to stumble upon this one and remember how much I love it, so I need to put it on the list.

in the morning i’ll be fine by stardropdream/stardropdream teen, post season seven, hurt and comfort, 4000 words, implied sexual content

Shiro keeps apologizing for his nightmares, but Keith assures him it’s alright. As I said in my last fic rec post, I love hurt and comfort. This one has everything I need.

it’s a simple thing (but it’s everything) by cosmicwolfs/cosmicwolfs teen, post season seven, domestic bliss, 1500 words, no warnings

Shiro has the day off, but Keith needs to run drills. Wow, another morning routine type of fic. Reading this makes my heart fill with joy because it’s just that cute.

left you burning too long by stardropdream/stardropdream teen, season seven, love confession, 3000 words, no warnings

Knowing that he has Shiro is a little overwhelming for Keith. This one really makes you feel their love and what they mean to each other. It took my breath away.

penguin shiro loves you, baby by inky teen, penguin sheith au, 5000 words, no warnings

Inspired by the Sheith penguin AU (author believes this is the origin, I’m not sure myself), Lance opens a zoo and names two of the penguins after Shiro and Keith. I adore the penguin AU and this made it so much better.

sail across the sky just to get to you by stardropdream/stardropdream teen, getting together, 18,000 words, no warnings

It takes a month for Keith to figure out that he and Shiro are together. Reading the pining between these two can sometimes be a lot, but I love it. This had me smiling the entire time.

someone new by stardropdream/stardropdream teen, fake dating, 27,000 words, no warnings

Keith volunteers to go to a wedding with Shiro, and not as a friend, but as a fake boyfriend. Fake dating is always so fun to read because of the mutual pining. And sharing a bed? Hell yeah.

special delivery by inatrice mature, delivery boy au, 13,000 words, implied sexual content

Shiro orders food and begins to develop feelings for the delivery boy. I love the entire concept of this. I also really loved reading how their friendship became something more.

super-sargasso sea by prowomptowo teen, modern au, hurt and comfort, 3000 words, no warnings

Shiro has had troubles dating since he’s returned from war, but then Keith comes along. When I knew I was gonna make another fic rec post, I went through my history for at least an hour to hunt this one down. It really tugs on my heart.

the nearly wed show! by airawyn/thats-what-sidhe-said teen, engagement, 7500 words, no warnings

To continue helping the coalition, Shiro and Keith go to other planets to take part of their traditions after they become engaged. This was a fun read and I loved seeing other characters make an appearance as well.

the stars came falling on our heads by cosmicwolfs/cosmicwolfs general, season three, hurt and comfort, 2000 words, no warnings

Keith cuts Shiro’s hair. I also said this in my last fic rec post, but I love fics like this as well. I think it’s very intimate and shows their bond. This fic showed that beautifully.

the things we can’t fix by inky mature, yeehaw au, hurt and comfort, 3000 words, no warnings

Based on the Yeehaw AU, Shiro comes home one night and Keith knows something is wrong, but Shiro won’t say what. I really love the Yeehaw AU and this captured their beautiful and supportive relationship.

these howling ghost will cleave our lionhearts, but still we roar by prettyshiroic (kcgane)/kcgane mature, modern au, business trip, 5500 words, no warnings

Keith’s job asks for him to go away for three weeks, which is the longest he’s been away from Shiro in a while, and doesn’t know if he should do it. Keith’s job being that he can connect with big cats and helps them? I never knew I needed this.

together we make a family by anecdotalist/likealeafonthewind general, post season seven, fake marriage, 15,000 words, no warnings

Shiro tells the paramedics that he’s Keith’s husband so he can stay with him while in the hospital. Post season seven fics that take place in the hospital are my cup of tea, especially with Shiro wanting to be close to Keith. This entire fic was a very good cup of tea.

whisper by soulofme no rating, dialogue only, 250 words, no warnings

Keith tells Shiro a secret. Reading a dialogue fic was different, but I loved it. It was very in character and I was able to easily imagine this happening between them.

you & me (mother already knows) by inky mature, post season seven, fluff and humor, 4000 words, no warnings

Next part of this fic and part two of series. Krolia spends some time alone with Shiro while in Keith’s hospital room. This was a wonderful continuation to the first part and I love reading Shiro and Krolia bonding over their love for Keith.

Multiple Chapters

a self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility by spectrespecs/exitlude teen, outsider perspective, 14,000 words, no warnings, complete (2/2)

The growth of Shiro and Keith through the eyes of Iverson. Outsider perspective fics are always nice to read and reading it through Iverson was really interesting. I thought this was very heartwarming.

bring it home to you baby by tagteamme/phaltu explicit, sugar daddy au, 63,000 words, nsfw content, complete (6/6)

Shiro offers to pay for Keith’s items that he accidentally broke, but it doesn’t stop there. I loved reading how much closer these two got throughout the story just as much as Shiro loves spending money on Keith. It’s what he deserves.

emotional sexual bender by pumpkinless/disloyalpunk explicit, frat au, 9000 words, nsfw content, complete (2/2), part two of series

Keith shows up at Shiro’s expecting sex, but gets a meal instead. I love the Frat AU and I love how this part shows that Shiro wants more. Make sure to read part one before reading this one!

every breath you take by arahir/arahir explicit, mermaid au, 25,000 words, nsfw content, ongoing (4/6)

Keith has always been told to stay away from the water. I’ve never read a mermaid AU before, so this one is really fun to read! Shiro giving Keith gifts is really cute as well.

flesh & electricity by arcadenemesis/copilotsheith explicit, phantom limb pain, 56,000 words, suggestive themes, complete (3/3)

Shiro has been experiencing phantom limb pain and Keith is there to help. This fic is absolutely gorgeous and I stopped anything I was doing to read an update. I think about this fic a lot.

hello, i love you, won’t you tell me your name by perzimon/perzimon teen, anesthesia, 12,000 words, explicit language, complete (2/2)

Keith gets his wisdom teeth removed and has a lot to say about Shiro. I finally got around to reading this fic and now I understand why everyone loves it. This is one of the funniest fics I’ve ever read.

i like me better (when i’m with you) by cherryburlesque/sheikofthesheikah and sagesins explicit, college au, 25,000 words, nsfw content, complete (6/6)

Shiro liked to keep Friday nights to himself, but now he spends them paying attention to the guitarist of Matt’s new band. I think this is the first band AU that I’ve read and I really enjoyed it! Their interactions and time together was really cute.

lost and found by rosegardenlake/whoalookingcooljoker teen, hurt and comfort, 8000 words, suggestive themes, complete (2/2)

Keith has never had the greatest birthdays, but Shiro makes them better. I’m glad that Keith can spend his birthdays with the ones he loves. This fic also features Keith’s dad, which I really enjoy reading. reaching for orbit by kittymills/flashedarrow mature, past relationships, 23,000 words, no warnings, complete (2/2)

Shiro and Keith see each other for the first time in a while and with that comes their past. The mix of mutual pining and angst was beautiful and done really well. Also, reading about Shiro having a kid and Keith helping out pulled on my heart strings.

recovery room by kasen mature, college au, 14,000 words, nsfw content, ongoing (4/?)

Keith has a lot to say about his nurse and Lance got it all on film. This is so cute and made me feel Keith’s embarrassment. It’s also fun learning more about these two through videos they’re shown.

slow down (i just wanna get to know you) by tagteamme/phaltu teen, snail racing au, 21,000 words, suggestive themes, complete (3/3)

Shiro and Keith may be enemies when they compete, but it’s a different story off the track. A snail racing AU is something I never thought I’d read, but Sheith can work with anything. This has changed my views on snail racing.

the stars as no one else has them by annathaema (moony)/annathaema mature, college au, 40,000 words, implied sexual content, complete (13/13)

There’s a guy that keeps waving at Keith on campus and finally, Keith approaches him. They are both so cute in this fic. The ending of this fic actually made me gasp.

to the beat of our drums by flusteredkeith/flusteredkeith teen, marching band au, 17,000 words, no warnings, ongoing (1/3)

Shiro, the drum major, knows Keith will one day be a great drum captain after he graduates. As someone who was in marching band and has definitely thought of these two in that setting, I had the biggest smile on my face while reading this. Percussion and drum major suits these two well and Shiro yelling band commands is everything I’ve ever wanted.

we will call this place our home by novaviis/novaviis mature, post war, 20,000 words, nsfw content, ongoing (4/6)

The life of Shiro and Keith after the war. No matter how many fics I read like this, they never get old. Everything about this is so domestic and it makes me feel warm.

with every leaf a miracle by cosmicbees/patienceyieldslove teen, flower shop au, 9000 words, no warnings, complete (3/3)

Shiro works at a flower shop and Keith keeps coming in to buy something. I love anything that involves these two and flowers. This fic does a wonderful job showing just how much of a gay disaster Shiro is and I love it.

#sheith #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #voltron #sheith fic #sheith fic recs #i always had to tell myself to stop adding fics to the list before it got way too long #so yeah there'll probably be more parts #long post #sydney speaks

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Yeehaw my mom says I should know how to care for myself by now since I'm a teenager now, but I've been trying so hard not to hurt myself or do something worse than that. In lieu of trying not to off myself I've been forgetting to actually take care of myself physically like taking showers everyday or cleaning up old messes. It's really hard to do things like that when you always think you're a disappointment and my mom doesnt make it better, telling me I always have an excuse

I’m so sorry I didn’t respond too this sooner, and I’m even more sorry about your situation. I can definitely relate to you there. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.

And I just want to remind you that you are not a disappointment. Do what you can manage to, a quick shower or bath or just clearing out the cups in your room. Do something small that you don’t want to do, something that doesn’t take too much energy, and if you can’t even manage that know that it’s okay. You’re trying your best, and sometimes your best Today-Self may not be your best All-Time-Self. That’s okay.

Brush your teeth, lovely. Little things first.

#Anonymous #asks

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‘Are You The One?’ Recap: Malcolm, Go Back To Your Home On Whore Island

The worst/best show on television is back and lucky for you, the worst/best recapper you know is back too. You’re welcome.

TBH I was heavily considering not recapping this show because I was thinking about living my life and stuff, but then I saw this shit show of a cast (and also how bad the Bachelor is) and I just knew in the dark pits of my soul that I couldn’t let this show go.

LET’S BEGIN NOW

First major change—they are in New Orleans now. Probably a good thing. They weren’t getting too much variety in the Dominican Republic. You can only play with monkeys so many times until you’re like “so, where are the buildings with electricity?”

Also, Terrence J is the new host. RIP to the best father figure most of the contestants ever had, Ryan Devlin.

Let’s review some of the dumb things we learned/that were said during introductions to everyone:

TYLER: “I told her that I was okay with her hooking up with another guy and I wasn’t!” Cool story, Hansel.

UCHE: “I’m with all these guys I’m not supposed to be with! Football players, rappers, all the cool guys.” That’s a weird way of saying you’re a fuckin’ loser.

KEYANA: “I want to be everywhere with my boyfriend. I want to wear a vile of his blood around my neck and drink from it from time to time. What.” (paraphrase)

JOE’S MOM: “My son brings home idiots, which is amazing because he sells pot for a living and it shocks me that Harvard grads aren’t lining up to date him.”

NICOLE: “I’m trapped in this hookup culture!!!” She acts like she’s been kidnapped in a third world country rather than being asked for dick pics.

KAREEM: “Where I’m from, don’t nobody ever touch a million dollars.” Yeah, they clearly don’t read books or attend basic English classes either.

MICHAEL: “I get like 25-50 DM’s from girls a day wanting to date me. None of them speak English though, so lo siento bitches, no dates for you.” Also, Mike, they are all probs like 14. Judging from the acne on your face, you probably are too.

FIRST CHALLENGE

Terrence J shows the girls something the boys find important and the girls have to raise their hands if it’s important to them too. Moderate Instagram fame has to be on this list.

First is football. Audrey raises her hand and she’s like “Why do I like football? Why do I not like football?! I love football!!!”

AUDREY DURING FOOTBALL GAMES:  

Football was Malcolm’s pick and he’s like “I love football because that’s the only reason my dad loves me” and the girls are all like “AW THAT’S SO SWEET!” Nothing moisturizes the kitty like deep-rooted familial issues, amirite.

Next is the piano, and Keyana is like “I like music!” while the rest of the girls apparently prefer silence? Her match is Ethan, the guy who looks like Rob Dyrdek if he ate Rob Dyrdek. He’s very excited to go on his first date ever and is just itching to call his mom and tell her all about it.

Turns out he’s a rapper. Fuck. There is always one “rapper” every season and they are almost always bordering on albino.

ETHAN: “E-Money gets the girls, but Ethan doesn’t.” How many of you are there?

REAL PICTURE OF ETHAN:

Next picture is some religious stuff and the girls are like “I only go down on my knees for one thing, and it ain’t our lord and savior.” Too bad—it was Clinton’s pick and he’s a fine-ass mother fucker. Jesus wept making that fine specimen and that should tell you something, since I’m a Jew.

Next picture is a condom and Jada is like “HEEEEEEEEEEY.”

JADA’S ROLE ON THIS SHOW:

Chad is the one that picked a condom and he’s like “yeah, I like sex, so what?” Chad reminds me of the guy you tell your sorority little to avoid at frat parties.

CHAD: “Look at me, I’m the Chad!” I’M SORRY, unless you are Tom Green yelling to Drew Barrymore from a boat, you are not the fuckin’ Chad!!! Wait, is his name Shad? THAT IS EVEN WORSE.

Anyways, all the couples are going on a date. Thrilling.

ON TO THE HOUSE

Of course it’s time for shots and more introductions.

ZOE: “Guys don’t like me, they just want to wear my thighs as earmuffs.” Oddly specific but ok.

JOE: “I was raised a Jehovah’s Witness and so far the only thing I have ever witnessed is me still being a virgin”

Joe’s going to be that castmate that I can’t tell is hot. He always looks like he is squinting into the sun but I would def let him in if he came knocking on my door wanting to sell a bible.

Keyana immediately tells Michael that she follows him on Instagram and he’s like “very cool, do you speak English?” Also, Keyana do you need to refill your shitty beer? Because you look fucking THIRSTY.

Ethan is already hating himself and saying that he’s going to sit in a corner all season and now I’m just upset. No one puts Ethan in a corner!

KEYANA: So you wear a shoe on each foot? 

MIKE: Yeah 

KEYANA: omg so do I. Let’s get married.

Uche and Chocolate Jesus (Clinton’s new nickname for the season—CJ) are def hitting it off.

CLINTON: “Girls tell me they love me on social media, but it’s like, I’m a person. Do you ever think there is more to life than being really, really ridiculously good looking?”

Malcolm and every girl in the house start flirting. So that’s that.

MALCOLM: “I have ladies every day of the week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…. The other days. You get it.”

He meets Diandra, who is wearing hoops so big that the Kardashian family is in awe. She’s like “if I start calling you Papi, I’m interested.” Good thing it sounds sexy in Spanish. If I started calling dudes “Daddy” they would immediately refer me to a therapist.

Keith and Alexis start bonding over lung disease and her possibly incestuous ways.

ALEXIS: So you have your cousins, and then your first cousins, and your cousins with teeth. They are all fair fucking game.

Apparently Alexis is trying to rid herself of the redneck stereotype but it’s hard to take her seriously when she’s downing Bud Light one second and chain smoking cigarettes the next.

Keith is like “you should stop smoking. How about every time you smoke I spank you?” Is this a Narcotics Anonymous-approved method of prevention? Also, Keith and Alexis look like the perfect Trump-voting couple.

KEITH: “How about every time you mention building the wall I smack my own ass, yeehaw.”

Theeeeennnn they start making out and talking about butt stuff, as one does 30 minutes after meeting someone. Off to the boom room they go to make more babies that Alexis’ cousin can possibly fuck.

Keith apparently rocks Alexis’ world and he’s like “yeah I have pretty good reviews on Yelp.” Which is a place for businesses so congrats, you’re an escort.

Michael and Keyana take the first shower makeout scene for me. She’s like “I’ve never met someone who asks me about myself” and it’s like, well how do you usually meet people? Does no one ask you, like, what your name is?

THE DATE 

MTV has decided to get as close as possible to killing one of these cast members and takes them to a bar as their date. We’re really pushing these livers to the limit here.

Ethan is trying to make small talk with Keyana and she is acting like she would rather be lit on fire than be a kind of nice person to an overall really nice guy. He eventually is like “I get it, you like Michael.” And I swear to god she breathes a sigh of relief.

She says he “asked about her and he actually cared” and it’s like, really? It had nothing to do with the alcohol and fact that your hand was down his pants most of the time?

They are presented with booze and a jazz band comes in. They’re like “what are the odds you get shit faced and listen to jazz in New Orleans?!”

Audrey and Malcolm are hanging out and she’s like “you’re a player, I can tell” and he’s like “I’m 25 now! I’m serious now!” he says as he chugs alcohol on a reality show on national television.

He claims he isn’t a player anymore because a “female” cheated on him once and it hurt. Boo, sad story. Anyone who calls a girl a female is a hard no from me.

AUDREY: I hope he ends up being different then the guy I know he is and always has been.

BACK AT THE HOUSE 

The house is debating who to put in the Truth Booth and Diandra is like “Malcolm looks like Trey Songz!” (which he does) and Nurys is like “YOU JUST WANNA FUCK HIM DON’T YOU?!” Okay there, I’m gonna need to you to pop a quick Xanax and take a lap for a second.

Nurys is like “I am a hugely aggressive girl for literally no reason and sometimes people don’t like me for that.” Hmm, wonder why.

TRUTH BOOTH

Ethan and Keyana go to the Truth Booth and Keyana is looking for the nearest knife to stick in her neck. She heard Mike has a neck fetish, so yeah.

Ethan and Keyana are like “we get it, we’re not compatible” and Keyana is thinking of getting it tattooed on her body. Let’s remember, they were voted in because they “both like music” which we all know, is a true stepping stone to a love connection.

Of course, they get a no match BUT that’s not the worst part of this whole thing. The WORST part is Keyana acting like a straight-up fucking bitch when they get a no match. I get it, you like Michael and you want to have his vanilla-ass babies so they can surf into the sunset and live a life full of missionary sex, HOWEVER you did not need to be like “YES, I’M PARTYING TONIGHT BECAUSE WE’RE NOT A MATCH!!!”

That’s not a paraphrase made by me, that’s a quote and frankly, it’s a fucked up one. And that’s coming from a fucked up person.

Ethan’s like “I’ve never seen someone so excited to get away from me” and I think every single person watching (aka me and 15 people who read this recap) were either a) about to cry for this actual nice guy or b) so fucking annoyed with Keyana for acting like she’s soooo much better than him. Anyone with a chest tattoo is not at the liberty to belittle people. That is a job strictly reserved for me. Now that we got that lecture out of the way…

OTHER STUFF

Ethan starts downing red wine and freestyle rapping. Aka me on any given night.

They start playing a game of sexy truth or dare, because they are original like that.

Malcolm and Diandre make out, Clinton and Uche make out, Michael licks Keyana, it’s all pretty generic.

Shad or Chad or whatever his fucking name is asks Alexis to kiss everyone in the house and she’s like okay and says “mama didn’t raise no bitch.” Incredible. I want that on a cross stitch. She proceeds to make out with everyone. Just like her mama intended.

KEITH: “She’s a little wild and idk if I trust her.” Really? This is the hard line for you? Not when she implied that she fucks her cousins?

Geles and Michael bond over the fact that they have large Hispanic families and it’s like, who is going to send me some tamales? Hit me up.

Nurys is getting pissed because DD (Diandre) is still talking to Malcolm when she likes him. She’s like “DD is obviously insecure!” and it’s like, hmmm okay sweetie.

Second shower makeout session goes to DD and Malcolm. Really? Now it’s just getting cliché. Isn’t there a closet you can take this to?

Of course, the moment DD goes to sleep Nurys is like DGAF and her and Malcolm start making out. DAMN. Okay. That’s how it’s gonna be. Then he hops back into bed with DD.

MALCOLM: I’m not a player. I promise I’m not a player.

Okay, Big Pun. Anyway, see you all next week.

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