#I hate liking things it makes me turn into just some giggly creature

[clown-eating-pig]

Omg no way!! It’s Jon The Magnus Archives!!!!

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

[sugar-petals]

Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

length: 1.5k

taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

mlist

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Kinktober Day 29: Breeding Kink with The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest

WE ARE SO CLOSE TO THE FINISH LINE LADS I CAN TASTE IT >:3c I hope y’all enjoy this one cause I kind of had way too much of a ball imagining the Djinn interacting with a child and like dealing with them lolllll This one is also another one that kind of delves into The Djinn’s POV as well as the reader’s so yaaaaaay lol

The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest x AFAB Reader

It all started when your sister asked you to babysit your niece for the afternoon while she did a job interview. Nothing you couldn’t handle, of course. And it wasn’t like you had anything better to do today. Though the Djinn could have begged to differ. He was forced to wear his human suit, that of Nathaniel Demerest so as not to scare the child. He thought it was all rather stupid to cater to the feelings of a being that could barely speak without drooling all over themselves, but he did it for you. After all, you promised to make it up to him later, and he would milk that for all it was worth.

But seeing you with the child, Nathaniel began to have different feelings bubble up within him. Something about you looked… right. You balanced the chubby infant on your hip as you moved around your apartment, doing different things that needed to be done. When the child cried, you held it so tenderly and shushed its painfully loud shrieks. He watched you feed it lunch, various smashed foods in multiple shades of unappetizing colors. You would spoon up the dribble that the child missed and they eagerly accepted with a happy yell and a clap of their hands.

The Djinn were not born the way humans were born, they were simply created. But even so, he found the small infant to be endearing in a way that only a helpless creature could. He knew you would be opposed to him referring to your niece like that so he simply kept his thoughts to himself. It wasn’t until you had placed her in his lap so you could go take a quick shower that he even allowed himself to get this close to it. But even he had to admit that this giggly child that squealed in delight at his attention tugged at his heartstrings for a brief moment. If he had a heart, that was. 

When your sister came to pick up the child, blabbering on about how she got the job or something of the like, Nathaniel simply stood behind you and smiled cordially, but his mind was elsewhere. As you closed the door behind your sister, you turned to him and noticed the unreadable expression on his face. “What’s up with you?” you asked.

“You long for a child of your own, don’t you?”

You sputtered at the sudden accusation. “I mean, maybe someday but-”

Nathaniel crossed the room, pulling you into an embrace that forced you to look up into his smug face. He hummed softly as his thumb stroked your bottom lip. “You know if you want one, all you have to do is wish for it.”

“Wait a minute, hold on here,” you said, pushing your hands against his chest to get some room. “I know your heart didn’t grow three sizes or some shit just from holding her. You just want me to use my wishes.”

“And if I do?” Nathaniel asked, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger, his other hand dipping to your lower back. “It’s inevitable really, I can’t exactly provide you with one without it. Not for lack of equipment, of course.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course,” you repeated in a mocking tone. 

It was then you found yourself teleported into your bed on your stomach, completely bare. You tried to squirm away but Nathaniel only chuckled as he pulled on your hips, his hard member suddenly stroking along your folds. You both hated and loved when he did this, disorienting you and simply taking what he wished from you. The fact that he had chosen you out of any others, and even spending his time on Earth with you instead of trying to wrench your wishes out of you, it made your heart flutter and your sex ache for him.

He gave you no time to prepare for him, slowly impaling you with his cock as he groaned deep from within his chest. You were pulled against his chest, seated fully on him as one of his clawed hands settled on your throat. “I would give you the world, Y/N, all you have to do is wish for it,” he said, the voice of his demon form tickling your ear.

You could barely speak as he worked you on his member, your walls clenched tightly around him as he murmured sweet nothings into your ear. “You want your belly to swell with child, hmm? My child?” He chuckled darkly as he continued, “One I had never considered, though with your state of arousal it seems to be something you want very much.”

You didn’t dare hold your whimpers back as he cooed praises into your ear. You tightened around him, the coil in your body threatening to snap at any moment. He knew this, forcing your hips down until you were completely seated on him, squirming to try to get some sort of friction but nothing worked.

“Now is the time to decide, my love,” he whispered. “Tell me your wish, and I shall grant it.”

[cakers-2000]

My other piece for the Konoha Simps server Collab was for the wonderful Albedo! I hope you all enjoy this piece as well!

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“What color is this (Y/N)?”

You stared at the fruit resting in Kaeya’s hand. You could tell by the shape and stem that he was indeed holding an apple. But what color was an apple? You couldn’t say.

“Kaeya knock it off already, you know I don’t know.”

Kaeya frowned before taking a rather large bite of the apple and proceeding to toss it upwards in the air. “You’re no fun today (Y/N).”

“Don’t you have some business to attend to with the Knights? Diluc isn’t going to be pleased if he finds you loitering around here.”

Kaeya let out an exasperated sigh and moved to rest his feet on the hard wood of the bar counter in front of you, leaning back on his stool, a small pout on his features. “You’re so harsh (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone and continued to wipe off the cup placed in your hands. You turned behind you to rest it on the counter, trying your best to ignore the knight before you but he continued to pry. Though you couldn’t see his face you could all but hear his smirk.

“How are you going to find your soulmate if you aren’t even willing to look (Y/N)?”

“What do you mean?”

He let out an exasperated sigh and moved to rest his elbow on the counter, resting his chin in his palm. “I’ve tried countless times to set you up with someone, including myself but you never budge.”

You could feel his free hand grab hold of your shirt sleeve and gently pull you backwards towards him. You took a glance over your shoulder only to be met by his puppy dog eyes. “Why not?”

You sighed and turned back to face him, leaning on the counter and shaking your head at him. “I’m just not worried about it is all. My soulmate will come to me when the time is right.”

“Ugh you’re impossible (Y/N). You know you-”

Kaeya was interrupted at the sound of the tavern door opening behind him. He seemed to freeze just at the sheer presence of the other man who had made his way behind the cavalry captain. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you watched Diluc cross his arms over his chest, signature scowl on his features though it only worsened the second his eyes met Kaeya’s figure.

You could hear him let out a ‘tsk’ sound followed by a small growl that escaped his throat before he spoke through grit teeth. “Get your filthy feet off of my counters.”

He seemed hesitant but after locking eyes with the other man Kaeya slowly moved his feet back to the stool he sat on and smiled cheekly at Diluc. “Hey there, long time no see.”

“Don’t you have work to attend to?”

Diluc didn’t acknowledge the other man's greeting and instead joined you behind the counter, deciding to talk with you instead. “I assume, other than this freeloader”, Kaeya sat himself up straight and let out an indignant ‘hey’ but Diluc continued, “Things are well today?”

“Yep! We even got a big tip from one of the adventurer groups that came in.” You presented a wad of cash to the older man, a bright gleam covering your features.

He chuckled a bit at your enthusiastic look and gave you a warm smile. A rare sight indeed, you could feel your insides churn at the mere action of a smile. For a long time you had hoped and prayed that Diluc would be your soulmate. Prayed to Lord Barbatos that there was just a mistake, a glitch in the software. One day you would wake up, lock eyes with the handsome man before you and the world of color you yearned for would open right in front of your eyes. But that day never came and you had long given up on that dream.

Your eyes darted between the two men who had gone back to bickering. Diluc wasn’t meant to be your soulmate. Your eyes fell to the cavalry captain, listening to him giggle to himself as he watched Diluc fume more and more. Yeah, Kaeya sure as hell wasn’t meant to be your soulmate… So who was?

You had told Kaeya you weren’t worried about finding your soulmate, but that was so far from the truth. You just told him that to get him off your back. You were always thinking about your soulmate. What kind of person were they? Were they kind? Were they smart? Did they ever think about you?

You hadn’t even noticed that you had zoned out, completely lost in thought until you felt a soft poke on your nose followed by a giggly, ‘boop’. You quickly shook your head out of your trance and smiled at Kaeya as he laughed. “There she is!”

“Are you alright (Y/N)? You don't have a fever or anything do you?”

“Oh no I’m fine, I’m just a little tired is all!”

Ah Diluc, always the most selfless and caring. “Well don’t worry about the rest of your shift alright, go home and get some rest.”

“A-Are you sure Diluc? I’m probably just gonna go for a walk anyways, I won’t be going home and-”

He held up a hand to stop you and gave you yet another warm smile. “If that’s what you need to do to relax then go.”

A small laugh escaped you and you nodded, beginning to leave out from behind the bar. “Thank you Diluc.”

And without much left to say you gave the two men a wave before stepping out the door into the cool windy breeze of Mondstadt.

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“Hey (Y/N) wait up!”

You came to a halt as you heard the shouting of a familiar voice behind you. “Kaeya, didn’t I leave you at the tavern?”

“I forgot to ask while you were at the tavern!”

“Forgot to ask?”

“You’re going out for a walk right?”

“Um yeah, why?”

“I need you to keep an eye out for the Knights alchemist Albedo. I’m sure you’ve seen him before.”

“Actually no…”

“He’s shortish, blonde hair, blue eyes, you’ll know him when you see him. He normally hangs around Dragonspine. If you see him tell him to meet me at the Statue in Windrise!”

“Wait but Kaeya I don’t even think I’m going near Dragonspine and I can’t see colors remember? How am I-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as he ran past you and towards the Knights of Favonious Headquarters, a bright smile on his features as he waved back at you. “Thanks you're the best!”

You let out a sigh and continued on down the path out the front gates of Mondstadt. “Ugh what a pain.” You could see Dragonspine off in the distance, but the more you stared at the towering peak the further it seemed to get from your grasp. “Kaeya you suck.”

A trip to Dragonspine wasn’t on your agenda today, but what could it hurt to explore a little bit?

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You couldn’t help but notice the heavy feeling of danger once you set foot in the camp set up just below Dragonspine. The area was devoid of explorers, all that remained was representatives sent from the Adventurer’s Guild. You stopped to take in the view. Dragonspine was even bigger up close… And colder than you could have even imagined.

“I hate you Kaeya…” You took a step forward, bracing yourself for the upcoming cold but a gleam in the corner of your eye made you stop. There was a single sweet flower growing in the harsh soil and a small crystal fly resting on one of the flower buds. But how was it growing in this kind of environment?

You took a step near it, crouching down to get closer. “Hey there.” A small smile found its way onto your lips as it seemed to flutter its wings as a response. God they were such beautiful creatures.

You stood yourself back upwards to continue on your journey and the crystal fly followed upwards, fluttering in circles around your head. You couldn’t help but giggle and continued onwards, only laughing more as the crystal fly seemed to follow.

You had expected the creature to leave you once you had stepped into the sheer cold of Dragonspine but it remained by your side until you came to a halt at a fork in the road and let out a sigh.

“I still don’t even know who this Albedo guy is, how am I supposed to find him? This place is huge…”

The creature seemed to take your muttering as a cue and fluttered into your view. It made its way down the left path but came to a halt and remained there, only flapping its wings to stay in the air. Was it trying to make you follow?

Your suspicions were high but with caution you followed after the creature as far as you could and then it came to a halt in the middle of a clearing. You came to a halt beside it and rested your hands on your hips. “Where did you lead me to? There’s nothing here.”

You knew it was pointless to chastise a bug but you were rather upset you had come all this way for practically nothing. It was nice to see the beautiful landscape of Dragonspine but you had been hoping for more from this experience. Maybe even finding your one and only.

Once again you had been lost in thought. Once again you had failed to notice your surroundings, including the danger. You were only snapped back to reality once again at a shout behind you. “Look out!”

One second you were on the ground, the next you were floating in the air atop a beautiful gold crystal geo flower. “Wh-What!?”

Just below you was a group of cryo Hilichurls. They seemed rather angry that you had been taken out of their grasp and stomped their feet onto the ground. Though their anger did last long as something dashed past them.

You couldn’t get a good look of their face but the wild hair and rather knightley clothing could only lead you to one conclusion. Albedo, was this him? He held his own against the Hilichurls, barely breaking a sweat and you couldn’t help but stare in awe at him. He was incredible. It only took a few more seconds before the Hilichurls were defeated and he turned back around to face your direction. He raised his fist in the air and the flower descended and you were now sat on the cold ground of Dragonspine. His hand reached down for you and you accepted his kind offer, intertwining your fingers together. You lifted your head to give him a thankful smile, and the world around you seemed to change. His eyes… They were a beautiful bright blue, and his hair a luscious blonde. His skin was pale and fragile, like the snow that surrounded the two of you. He seemed to be staring back at you with the same shocked look but was able to snap himself out of it far faster and pulled you to your feet.

“Well now this is unprecedented…” He continued to stare into your eyes, a rather curious look in his own eyes.

“U-Uh I’m sorry to bother you.”

“No it’s quite alright… Tell me, what color are my eyes?”

“U-Um, they’re blue.”

A small smile curled on the corner of his lips and he nodded in satisfaction. “And yours are (Y/E/C). Do you know what this means?”

Neither of you seemed to want to say the answer. Obviously you knew what this meant, and he did too. It was solidified the second the world around you burst into color. He was it. He was your soulmate, he was your ‘meant to be’.

“So… what now?”

You hated yourself at the moment. Why did you have to make it so awkward? But he responded to you with a small chuckle and squeezed your hand lightly with his. “I have a camp set up not too far from here. We can warm up and get to know each other.”

“Oh, sure!”

He nodded in affirmation and you shared a smile with the boy before he began to lead you back the way you had came. His hand was so warm and the cold of Dragonspine was so strong but somehow just being in his presence seemed to warm you up completely.

“This should prove to be an interesting experiment…”

He was muttering to himself but you had heard. His grip on your hand tighten and another overwhelming feeling of warmth passed through your body. You stepped your way closer to him and huddled next to him, trying to get the feeling of warmth to stay. You could hear him chuckle slightly and gaze down at you with a skeptical look in his eyes.

“Are you cold?”

You nodded and he moved to wrap his arm around your waist and pulled you to his body, as close as he could possibly get you. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. Just stay close.”

All you could do was nod in response, a light blush slowly dusting across your cheeks.

You had always been rather hesitant to meet your soulmate. There were just too many things you didn’t know about them. What if they were a cold blooded murderer? What if they were a member of the Fatui? But now… he seemed kind and wonderful.

Maybe you wouldn’t hate this as much as you had thought. Perhaps falling in love would be easier than you had anticipated.

[heartsywritesthethings]

Team 7 Training 2

Part 1 

“I just wanna get stronger so I can show Sasuke that we can be friends!” Naruto said, throwing a couple of punches at the air. His new sensei, Jiraiya, just stared at him fondly. While he admired the nine tails for his intense friendship with Sasuke, he was worried that it would break the kid’s heart to learn about the true betrayal. True, he had fought off several ninjas in order to fight off Sasuke himself, but he still had it in his mind that Sasuke was coming back. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to get strong so a certain lady friend will finally notice you? Ladies absolutely love strong ninjas like you.” Jiraiya offered, leaning back against a tree lazily as he watched his new pupil. Naruto turned a bright shade of pink and he quickly looked away.

“W-well, maybe that too. But mostly for Sasuke. And becoming the strongest Hokage the Hidden Leaf has ever seen!” Naruto exclaimed, jumping up high into the air as he mentioned his lifelong dream. 

“If you ask me, becoming strong for the ladies is far superior to all of those things. If you’re strong enough, you can get any girl you want in the village. In any village!” Jiraiya said, smiling at just the thought. Ah, all of those different girls. Each different village meant a different level of experience and kinks never before seen in the leaf village.

“You’re gross sometimes, pervy sage.” Naruto said, scrunching up his face in disgust. There was only ever one girl on his mind at all times and she already had her heart set on Sasuke. Maybe if he brought Sasuke back, she would realize how strong he was too and decide to choose him instead. That thought alone was enough to get the fire back into his heart.

“I really do hate it when you call me that,” Jiraiya grumbled to himself, but it wasn’t as if he could actually correct him on that front. Even some of the girls he had relations with admitted that he could be pervy at times.

“Alright, Pervy Sage! Let’s get to training already! I wanna know how to fight better and get Team 7 back together!” Naruto said excitedly before bouncing over to where his sensei was. Jiraiya always looked so bored, but that never really bothered Naruto. His first official teacher in the ninja arts was Kakashi and that man was just about impossible to read because of his mask.

“We’ve already trained so much today. Leave this old man alone to his thoughts.” Jiraiya whined, closing his eyes in hopes that Naruto would just leave him alone. Of course, that was like asking the kid to just stop breathing.

“If I leave you alone, all you’ll do is think gross thoughts, Pervy Sage. I still have a ton of energy and more to practice! Let’s keep going! Keep training!” Naruto said, bouncing up on the balls of his feet as he looked at Jiraiya with the widest eyes that he could. Even though the sage couldn’t see it, he could practically feel those puppy dog eyes piercing through his armor. 

Fine. If this kid wanted to train, they would train.

“Alright, kid.” Jiraiya sighed, opening his eyes begrudgingly.  Naruto jumped up high in the air with an excited yell. Where the hell this kid had the energy to do all of this was  beyond him. It was almost impossible for him to just keep up with his own pupil.

“What are we gonna learn today? Can you teach me how to make a lightning sword? Or maybe you could teach me to talk to bugs? Dogs? Oh! Foxes! I bet I would be really good at talking to foxes.” Naruto said excitedly, looking around as if any of those creatures would be available for him to attempt to control. Jiraiya rolled his eyes and picked Naruto up by his shoulders and walked him over to the nearest tree. 

“Oh! What are we doing now? Are you going to show me how to climb trees quietly? I can already do that since I am a top notch ninja.” Naruto said excitedly as his back was pressed against the bark of the tree. 

“Put your arms up.” Jiraiya said calmly. He did his best to hide his own smile. This would definitely tire the kid out.

“Uh, are you going to make me climb the tree backwards? I’ve never tried that before.” Naruto said, mostly to himself as his sensei wasn’t listening at all. 

Jiraiya took out a piece of rope from his pocket and began tying up his new student against the tree. He could practically hear the gears turning in Naruto’s head as he tried to make sense of what Jiraiya was doing. 

“Are you trying to see if I can get myself free? I totally can! Not that I would ever let myself be kidnapped like this. Being kidnapped doesn’t look good for a future Hokage like me.” Naruto said, already wiggling and struggling against the ropes. He couldn’t budge much, but Jiraiya wouldn’t doubt that the kid could get out if he really wanted to. 

“You are going to have to withstand certain torture methods without relying on your nine tails power.” Jiraiya said smugly, standing back and looking over his handiwork. Naruto paled slightly. 

“Uh…torture?” He squeaked out. His former energy immediately draining out as his mind went to the absolute worst torture methods that they had gone over in ninja class. Was his sensei really about to do those things to him just because he was asking for help.

Jiraiya held up a hand, seeing the panic in the kid’s face.

“Not like that, Naruto. Give me some credit as your teacher.” Jiraiya told him. 

Wow, what has this kid gone through to think that someone would immediately hurt him like this? Someone that he trusted? That would have to be addressed at some point in the future.

“Now, I’m going to tell you a word, and you are going to have to keep that word a secret from me. If you tell me before I stop, then you lose and we’ll have to do some more torture training and you’ll have to leave me alone for the rest of the night.” Jiraiya said, giving Naurto a pointed look with that last statement.

“There’s no way I’ll break! I’m Naruto Uzumaki! I’m going to be the greatest Hokage in the Leaf Village!” Naruto yelled out. His confidence boosted slightly, and he couldn’t let his sensei know that he was actually kind of scared of being tortured as a form of training. Jiraiya finally smiled. An evil smile that Naruto had never really seen before.

“Naruto, are you ticklish?” Jiraiya asked.

Oh. Naruto’s smile slipped ever so slightly. How in the world was he supposed to answer something like that? No matter how he responded, he was sure to get tickled. Instead of saying anything, he instead clamped his mouth shut. This was supposed to be torture training, right? Jiraiya chuckled to himself.

“You’re already in the right mindset, Naruto. Now, the word you’re going to keep from me is Ramen.” Jiraiya said, “You can back out any time starting now. All you have to do is say that word.”

Naruto opened his mouth to say something, but decided to close it. Jiraiya couldn’t help but chuckle. This was probably the only time this kid was quiet when he wasn’t eating or sleeping. Hell, he was still loud doing both of those things. Jiraiya went ahead and began his torture.

He began wiggling his fingers near Naruto’s elbows. Naruto immediately began focusing on not laughing. His face was honestly hilarious. Naruto was glaring at an empty space in front of him, scowling with intense concentration. 

“You can go ahead and say the word, Naruto.” Jiraiya hummed, moving his tickly wiggly fingers under Naruto’s arms. Small squeaks escaped Naruto’s lips and his face twitched as a smile fought to the surface. 

“You seem pretty ticklish, Naruto. You should probably go ahead and say what I need to hear so that I stop.” Jiraiya hummed. Truthfully, he was enjoying this. The lack of laughter seemed like a challenge. Now he had to make him laugh. Naruto shook his head furiously. He was going to get through this. He was going to be the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village after all, he could withstand a few tickles.

Right?

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Jiraiya said, still tickling and occasionally pinching at Naruto’s armpit with one hand as he reached into his pocket with another. He pulled out a long purple feather and Naruto could practically feel all of his blood draining from his face. 

The feather lightly danced around one underarm while Jiraiya’s other hand continued to scratch and squeeze at the other.

“Wahahahahiihihihit!” Naruto giggled, shaking his head more wildly. He couldn’t hold back his giggles and his laughter anymore. The conflicting tickly feelings were driving him up a damn wall. This was somehow worse than when Kakashi and the other members of team 7 all ganged up on him. Maybe it was because now he was purposefully holding out for a reason. Before, he would just enjoy the tickles and laugh wildly, but now he had to hold back from yelling the one word that his body was screaming for him to yell. 

“Aw, that easy? Go ahead and say what I wanna hear then. Might as well since I can already tell that it’s going to get worse from here.” Jiraiya said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“NAAHAeheheahaver! Never!” Naruto laughed.

“Your funeral kid.” Jiraiya chuckled. 

Next was the ribs and sides. Jiraiya began pinching up and down Naruto’s ribs and sides. With each pinch, Naruto jumped and squeaked. It seemed that Jiraiya was planning out which ribs and spots on his body were the most sensitive. 

“Looks like here…. And here.” Jiraiya said, focusing on two very specific areas on Naruto’s body to attack now. One spot was the second upper rib on his left, and the other was just below his ribs on his right. Jiraiya began pinching each spot sporadically. 

“AHAHAHA SENSEI! NOHOHOHO ACK!” Naruto lauched, his heels digging into the dirt and grass underneath him as his body attempted to get away from those tickly fingers. No matter how much he wiggled, he couldn’t escape. Once he realized how futile fighting would be, he let out a giggly groan.

“Ah, finally realized that you’re stuck, huh?” Jiraiya said, talking a little louder in order to be heard over all of that laughter. “Wait, why didn’t you attempt to get out sooner? You knew what was going to happen, so why wait until now to struggle?”

“Shuahahahat UP! AHA! PEheheEHEHRvy SAGE!” Naruto laughed. He squeezed his eyes shut as the tickling feelings filled his body. Those weren’t even his worst spots and he was already going crazy.

“I’m starting to think that this may not be torture to you. Do you, Naruto Uzumaki, like being tickled?” Jiraiya said. He watched as his pupil turned a very bright shade of pink. Sure, it could easily be written off as just lack of oxygen, but Jiraiya had a feeling that wasn’t the case. 

“How about this. You admit that you like being tickled, and I’ll stop. The original word doesn’t count anymore.” Jiraiya said. Naruto immediately snapped his head up. He was still laughing and giggling, of course, but he was shocked.

“Never! Ihihihih’ll never fahahall for someTHIHIHIng sohhohoho stupid.” Naruto laughed, and managed to actually stick out his tongue at his sensei.

“So you really like being tickled because otherwise, you would have thought a little bit before doing that.” Jiraiya said.

Little did he know that little goes on in Naruto’s thoughts before he does anything. Oh well. The damage was done.

Jiraiya began targeting Naruto’s stomach now. The nine tails began to accept that this was how he was going to die. By the tickling hands of his sensei no less. It was all over. Goodbye Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi. Goodbye Ichiraku Ramen – he’d miss that the most in the afterlife.

Jiraiya was a little too good at this. The feather began swirling around Naruto’s belly button. The seal of the nine tails, though hidden now, seemed to be the most sensitive place on his body. Aside from his navel of course. Once that feather dipped inside and twisted around, Naruto lost it.

“RAMEEEEN! RAMEN RAHAHAHAMEN! PLEHEHEAAAAAAAAASENOTTHEREEEE!” Naruto screeched. While it did pain him to have to give up so quickly, this kind of tickling was just unfair. 

Jiraiya immediately pulled back. Even though he had changed up the rules, he didn’t want to actually kill his new student. Not yet anyways.

He untied Naruto and the blonde slumped to the ground. Jiraiya picked him up, tossing him easily over his shoulder. He walked Naruto over to his sleeping bag and set him down.

“Now, will you please go to sleep and leave me in peace?” Jiraiya asked. Naruto huffed out another laugh and curled up on his sleeping bag.

“I…still gotta…run three miles…then…I can sleep,” Naruto said between deep breaths. Jiraiya just stared at him. This boy just about had his soul tickled out of him and he still was up for a run? Three miles?

“I will never understand you, kid.” Jiraiya sighed, though he was warming up to having a student like Naruto. Maybe it would make all of the mistakes he had made in the past go away if he could do right by this crazy chaotic kid.

(17/25)

-GA!Babe

[herakosmos]

matchup for @ioveworm!𐐪𐑂

“Hi!! my general info is: im 5'8, kinda chubby but not big in the boob area, (sobs), i have semi long curly black hair with brown front strands! i use she/her, im a virgo sun, sag moon, pisces rising! my personality type is intp-t. im pretty snarky without realizing it, also can be too blunt/straight forward around someone im comfortable with! i have a RBF so some people say i look angry/intimidating but in reality its just my social awkwardness which somehow feeds into that + the fact im awful at speaking with strangers, if i don't have to speak to someone i definitely wont so people need to take the first step in taking </3 im a huge empath and can sympathize with a lot of people but aso can hold grudges/ know how to stand my ground if i REAAALLLLY need to even if i am literally shitting myself LOLLL. i also cry very easily during movies, if an animal dies even if its just in the background i WILL break down into tears. im also super self conscious bc of my weight so 9/10 times i will be trying to make myself as unnoticeable as possible. i can be pretty sarcastic and retort back but if something someone says rubs me the wrong way i can tear up and cry easily haha.... i LOVEE dogs!! music/making playlists, horror movies/game play throughs, pubg/gaming, anime and learning abt animals! i can handle people who are quiet/dont talk much pretty well as long as they reassure me that im not being annoying or bothering them!! but if we can both talk about stuff we like together it makes me super happy and i'll always hear them out!! im pretty bubbly around people i'm close with and giggly but if i'm around other random people im still quiet/neutral... I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH !!!🥺😞”

hi!! and also dont worry about it i love longer descriptions bc it gives me more ideas on what to put in matchups! <33

this honestly took me longer than it should, but it was because i wanted to give myself a challenge and be more diverse with my options!

i really hope you enjoy this 🥺

i match you up with . . .

kenjirō shirabu!! 𐐪𐑂

✰ ok this pairing went through a lot of rollercoasters when meeting, BUT HEAR ME OUT 

✰ the sorta tsundere x lovable girlfriend trope in this is 🥺🥺🥺🥺

✰ your first encounter with shirabu would be sorta rocky i’d say. he has this thing where he tries to mask his real feelings with insults because he honestly doesn’t know what the fuck are feelings

✰ i feel like the reason why he fell for for you was mostly because of how everyone perceived you to be this mean and b*tchy person when you’re actually the opposite

✰ one day you just couldn’t handle it anymore and started to release a few tears from each eye

“do you hate me that much?”

✰ honestly this line broke him :((

“you’re not annoying to me kay? it’s just…never mind”

✰ the more you two actually spent time together though, you guys do warm up to each other bit by bit

✰ him asking you out would probably be the most awkward thing ever JBAKHBXKHXB

✰ poor boy is new to all of this mushy feeling stuff

“weprobablymaybelikeeachotheridontknowbutwouldyougooutwithme..?” 

✰ you would probably be like: ???

✰ THIS GUY IS TURNING SO RED NOW SEND HELP FOR HIM

✰ i don’t know why but he’ll be the type to just whip out his phone and try to type out what he was trying to say while you’re in front of him

✰ shirabu: go out with me?

✰ the two of you end up becoming a blushing mess together (AWHH)

✰ lemme tell you, once this guy becomes your man, all hard work pays off

✰ this man would take care of you. even though he rarely shows it verbally, he definitely does through acts of services

✰ shirabu understands your self coniousness since he tends to get like that too. to be honest he doesn’t really care about the way you look. he loves you just the way you are and it honestly makes him want to punch whoever made you feel the need to be super conscious about yourself

✰ the amount of cute puppy pictures he spams your phone just to cheer you up (AWHHH)

✰ he knows probably almost everything about you and remembers even the smallest details

✰ like for example he knows that you dye the front strands of your hair brown, so on his own he’ll buy boxes of hair dye for you and leave them in the cabinet 

“don’t use too much of it or else i have to get more”

✰ he’s so blunt omg and sometimes it may rub you the wrong way, but shirabu really does try to tone it down for you because he hates it when you cry. especially when he is the cause of it :((

✰ he’ll pull you close and kisses away your tears🥺

✰ dates can include going to dog cafés, the zoo or movie dates at home :D

✰ the first ever time you guys had a movie date this boy really thought of a plan to give you the scare of a lifetime by watching a super scary horror movie. little did he know you LOVED horror, so when he put it on you were unfazed and this dude was so shocked at you

✰ in shirabu’s mind: how the fuck is she not scared right now

✰ his reactions were so priceless and honestly he was kinda pissed you weren’t cuddling up against him right now for protection😭😭

“how are you not afraid of this”

“i don’t know either, i mean this is sooooo scary”

✰ shirabu turned to you immediately with a shocked expression. he learned two things that day, you loved horror movies and can get pretty sarcastic lmao

“thanks a lot for ruining my plans of you jumping into my arms for protectio-”

“what?”

“what?”

✰ shirabu was actually the one who suggested going to a dog café and the zoo afterwards. it really shocked you since he wasn’t really big with animals

✰ in actuality, the setter knew how much you loved animals and wanted to take you on an animal themed date for the day (even though he’ll never say it)

✰ the way your eyes sparkled and become so invested in the creatures honestly makes him so soft. no one makes him so soft like you, you’re one lucky girl🙈

“baby can we please get a dog?”

“no”

“pleeasseee”

“no”

“you can be the big spoon from now on”

“yes”

✰ KJDBXJBSJSJBNJN

✰ NO ONE KNOWS SHIRABU LETS YOU BE THE BIG SPOON AND IF ANYONE DID ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE

✰ light giggles started to leave your mouth due to the fact he gave in so quickly because of that one offer

✰ shirabu soon started to mess up your hair and gave you a small smile🥺🥺

“i’m only agreeing, so you won’t have to have a permenant pout on your face whenever we pass a dog on the street baka”

✰ head pokes are a BIG thing for showing his “affection” for you

✰ making fun of him? head poke

✰ getting frustrated because of an idiotic character in an anime? head poke

✰ whenever shirabu plays a video game with you he’ll show NO mercy and try to beat you and when he does his cocky smirks start to show. he also tries to hold back his tongue to try and not tease you

✰ but when you win, omg he gets so salty. his face most definetely would try not to show it, but inside his head he’s raging SO MUCH

“tch you only won because i let you”

“sure babe, sureeee”

✰ becomes so salty he’ll probably start a pillow fight with you LMAO

✰ this guy definitely loves late night calls with you. he enjoys your soothing voice and would wanna hear you talk 24/7. he gets fairly busy juggling studies and volleyball, so your voice really makes him feel less stressed out🥺 sometimes the call would run on until the next day because you two soon fall asleep on call together haha

✰ i feel like shirabu wouldn’t have a lot of pet names for you, but sometimes he’ll call you “baka” “babe” and “darling”

✰ you being a virgo and him being a taurus you guys are a great match!

✰ both can be quite sincere and devoted to one another. virgos like taurus’s strength and commitment while taurus loves virgo’s quick mind!

✰ shirabu is an ENTJ while you are an INTP which means another great match :)))

✰ ENTJs love INTP’s way of thinking, knowledge and being patient. INTPs love ENTJ’s enthusiasm for knowledge, straightforwardness and being able to take criticism well <33

bonus!

heres an anime relationship type gif that i just think you two would do 🥺

[hiddendreamer67]

Original Character List

I present to you, something Legendary! 😄 It’s so cute, like, oh my gosh, heh, hi! 

Guess what- I have Original Characters now! I’m listing them here to introduce you guys to the handful that exist already, because later I’m going to reblog a prompt list or two and I’m hoping to write some oneshots/drabbles with them to help my with character, plot, and world development. ☺️ 

Btw this world is totally gonna have gt elements but ironically everyone I’ve created so far is human-sized!  😅 And also I’m putting this list under a cut so that as I add people I can list them here as well. (And disclaimer, this is my initial ideas for these peeps, they still have the potential to evolve and change).

Human Characters

Prince Valentine, I think youngest son? - One of the princes in the TBD main human kingdom. The fae and mortals have been in an everlasting state of unrest and war for a long time now, and Valentine gets the idea to try out diplomacy. He hears of Garth/Cam’s friendship and decides to send them out since clearly they know what they’re doing! (They don’t.) Valentine is very energetic and a bit air-headed, he’s also ignorant in a lot of viewpoints because he was raised to believe fae are wild beasts and wants to control them. Later on he’ll get better and realize “Hey fae are people too...ish.” His family thinks his diplomacy mission is foolish but don’t care because he’s not sticking his own neck out.

Cornelius, prince’s main adviser- This wizard(?) is pretty much the only one in the entire castle who actually believes in this diplomacy mission and also is the only one keeping an eye on Valentine. He basically makes sure Garth and Cam are equipped with enough knowledge to not immediately die and helps filter missions as best he can.

Noemi, witch at the edge of the woods- She lives at a different edge than the Thornton family. I don’t know a lot about her yet except that she’s a mostly self-taught witch with a best fae friend (girlfriend?) named Witch Hazel. 

(I think the Thornton family all live in a house on the edge of town near a forest that was -recently?- inhabited by some of the flower fae)

Perth Thornton, father- Not much developed for him yet.

Marabelle Thornton, mother - Not much developed for her either! But both parents are at least alive.

Quill Thornton, eldest son - Perfect boy, start child, parent’s favorite. Sometimes siblings are jealous of him because of attention but they love him too because this guy is obnoxious in there’s not really a reason to hate him. The strong, brotherly type who volunteers around town to help others and is a good leader but listens more than he speaks. Fae relations unclear, I think flower fae generally like him too but idk how he feels about fae.

Bentley Thornton, second oldest son - He’s a good boy too, wants to be an academic but that’s not really in the family line of work. He’s more concerned w/ logistics than the rest of his family which can turn him into a frustrated/stressed wreck since he’s just trying to keep everything in check and good lord why am I the only rational sibling. Flower fae call him Sparrow because his heart always speeds up like a lil’ bird when they’re around since he’s naturally weary.

Garth Thornton, middle child - He’s the main character human, or he’s intended to be. He’s snarky. Spent a long while as the youngest kid and especially now that there’s a new baby he gets sorta left to his own devices, so naturally he ended up accidentally befriending a fae named Cam in the woods. He’s generally distrustful of fae and can feel like the only normal one who gets thrown or tugged into magical dangerous adventures. Flower fae call him Germ- that’s a fun story. ;) 

Posie Thornton, newborn baby sister -  She’s adorable and a baby. Flower fae call her Bud or Blossom because they love her and want her to be one of them so they basically lowkey made her an honorary flower. 

Fae Characters

So an important note: I haven’t fully developed all of the creatures and beings in this universe (feel free to ask if there’s any certain types or categories afoot & where they’d fall), but basically one category is the fae, who basically encompass all natural spirits and come in a variety of physical forms & sizes. There’s a lot of lore w/ fae in play but a big one is Names have power so you gotta use some sort of nickname.

The Winter Vale, King of Winter- Vale is a very powerful fae, controlling all of the winter court. He’s cold-hearted and a real awful dude. He has a few children he repeatedly neglects (@Thistle) and is known for stealing away flower fae to be his stolen brides and bring a spot of color to his chilly domain until inevitably they fade or he gets bored or they run away. Oof. 

Gaia, Queen of Spring- This is the mother of all flower fae; basically, Gaia slept around with pretty much every male fae and that’s why there are a million daughters. She did this because normally Spring can be weaker than Winter, but in large numbers she grew in power and children are more affiliated with whatever parent has more royal blood (so even if she weds a winter, the child will fall in the Spring Court). 

Flower Fae- lil’ bit o’ lore

The flower fae are a sub-branch of Fae; flower fae are all sisters, and they each call each other by a given flower name. They’re basically a lil’ cult of children; by nature, flower fae are curious and giggly and love to play games. Also flower fae are independent beings in that they can have their own outlooks on thing like, say, their opinion on mortals, but inherently they all share this sort of sisterly bond and are inclined to view other sisters fondly. (That comes into play especially w/ sisters spread across the globe, which should not be a thing b/c they thrive on togetherness but yeah some flower fae are kinda everywhere now? Also they aren’t immortal as in they’ve existed forever, they are born from a garden thing and they do have an age order and idk how many are in existence currently but they’re only limited in number by the amount of flower names I can discover. No way in hell have I characterized them all yet.)

Camellia (Cam), flower fae- This is my main girl, she’s the one who somehow manages to befriend Garth and sneak her way into his stony heart. Cam is the youngest of the flower fae when we meet her. She grows attached to Garth and basically becomes an overexcited puppy going on adventures. She’s occasionally viewed as a lil’ sister until she pulls some powerful magic out and everyone’s like “oh yeah nvm she can hold her own”. She’s easily distracted especially when it comes to being serious or mortal affairs. Also she’s got some natural weaknesses like cold and iron are not good for her so she turns a jittery mess in cities and a sleepy mess in the snow.

Uva Ursi, flower fae- She’s a lot more bristly than flower fae are typically known for (at least from Garth’s perspective), but she means well. Was separated from several of her sisters a long time ago but adapted well to the cold. Has a little bit of control over winter elements, due to her relations with The Winter Vale. She was his bride to replace Nightshade and certainly has a complicated past and somehow ended up in the desert for a bit.

Nightshade, flower fae- A previous flower fae gone rogue/evil, basically she was a bride to Vale and managed to escape but went insane. She’s now an assassin and I don’t know all the details but is very encouraging of getting flower fae to join her... cause? Basically it’s a rebel flower fae group who just want to mess life up for others and get vengeance.

Baby’s Breath, flower fae- The true infant of the sisterhood; she’s born after Camellia and is the epitome of ‘baby’. 

Thistle, flower fae- Daughter of Vale and Gaia (King of Winter and Queen of Spring). She is the only flower fae who actually falls into the Winter Court, and as such is accepted by neither. Has SEVERE daddy issues because her father will never accept or love her. But, on a more surface level note, she’s a mischievous little sprite who’s very sarcastic and snarky.

Rose, flower fae- She is the. First. Flower fae, and will never let you forget it. There is a whole clan of ‘roses’ (Primrose, Petite rose, Tea rose, etc.) but Rose is THE Rose. She’s very vain, and thinks she’s mom’s favorite; that might actually be true. Rose does love her sisters but she is not nearly as devoted to them all as is typical of flower fae.

Lily, flower fae- She’s another original flower fae who has a clan of her own  (Tiger Lily, Calla Lily, etc.) but is not nearly as iconic as Rose. She does tend to be a good motherly figure for the flower fae still in the home garden, especially since Gaia is not an attentive mother. At the very least she’s a responsible older sister.

Witch Hazel, flower fae- Hazel found the human witch Noemi and pretty much instantly fell in love (romantically or platonically tbd), so much so that she decided to leave the flower fae sisterhood behind to stay permanently with Noemi and only occasionally comes back to visit. She’s very sweet and a bit uneducated but still wants to do whatever she can to help her witch succeed.

Azalea, flower fae- Way down the road, this is Bentley’s fae girlfriend! In the meantime though, she’s an older sister of Cam’s who’s a bit of a brash, sassy personality but she means well. Is actually a bit nervous about the idea of Cam going into the world of mortals.

...I think that’s everything? Kinda info dumped there, I hope this was at least interesting for some of you. Thank you for reading this list! Feel free to send me any questions you have or let me know if something was unclear!

[rickyhorrorolson]

hi i haven’t written in just over a year. this is hoping i can finish this!!

this isn’t titles yet either whoops

Edit: Titled now!!

Caught in the Middle (1/?)

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Stan was already regretting agreeing to go on this stupid date. Richie managed to talk him into it, claiming seeing stan inside all the time has begun to leave him restless. “Bird watching doesn’t count!!” Stan couldn’t supress the eyeroll at the memory or his overdramtic friend. 

“Thanks for convincing me to go on this date! I hate it!” he it send without a second thought. 

His date has now disappeared again. He’s been gone for now ten minutes and to say the least Stan is getting irritible. Looking like a loser at a nice, dressy restaurant, sitting all alone, was not on is to do list.  Once it his the twenty minute mark Stan was done. Fifteen minutes was too much to have given as is, being left alone for twenty feels like a spit in the face. For once Stan is putting Richies advice to work. It sucks, bail immediately. Stan retrieved his pen and his birdwatching notebook writing out a note. He’s not sitting around any longer.

“If you weren’t actually interested you could have said something earlier. That’d be better than sitting here feeling like and idiot! Thanks! -Stan Uris”

“P.S. Pay your bill.”

Eating take out on the couch with Richie would be so much better than this date. Take out on the couch with his best friend classifies more as a date than this. Especially now that Richie has picked up on Stans table manners.  He managed to flag down the waitress to give her a tip and thank her again for being so patient with him. He took a deep breath before heading to the bar to get a bottle of water and walk home. Yet another unplanned event for his day was running into a well dressed man.

He could definitely be a young business man. An attractive business man. The little fantasy playing in his head had a little record scratch moment. “You here alone, beautiful?” Of course lame pick-up lines come back.

Stan couldn’t stop the word vomit. “No but the person I’m here with his disappeared for now,” stan sighed as he checked his watch “an entire half hour.” He felt his cheek begin to burn as the man eyebrows shot up.

“Thier luh-loss. At face vuh-value, i think you’re a beautiful creature. I wouldn’t in-intentionally sabbatoge the chance to get to nuh-know you.” His ears felt warm now, watching the man nonchalantly swipe his beer up from the bar.

“That sounds fake, but okay.” Stan was now running on false sense of confidence. Placing his water bottle down on the bar grabbing at his small notebook and pen. “I’ve got to run before diasater date decides to finally sow back up. But if you really meant that, call me sometime, yeah?” Stan grabbed is water, turned on his heel and headed for the door, he peaked back to see a smirk on the mans lips. Richie will be so proud of him, bailed on a date and gave a man is phone number, unheard of. Richie later repremended him, “You didn’t even wait for his name? Who are you?” – Denial. Stan was in denial. is had been a total of 5 days. Mystery boy has yet to call him. He can check that as fact. He’s answered ever phone call from numbers he didn’t know. At first Ricie would poke fun at Stans eagerness, but that wore away after a couple days.  He thought he was subtle gathering all Stans comforts. Yet he can’t be subtle, around anyone really, but he’s worse around Stan. He missed the ligt of pure joy that his best friend held after the awful date, talking about this mystery boy.

He was in the middle of his lunch break when his phone started ringing again. Stan heaved a sigh as he debated picking it up. One more blow to the last of his dignity wouldn’t matter at this point. This hit would go to his pride.

“Hello”

“Stan Uris?”

“This is him. Who am I speaking to?”

“This is Bill!”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“I never got the chance to give you me nuh-name after you split from the restaurant. But i for sure hi-hit on you hindering your escape.”

Stan couldn’t stop the smile that broke across his face “Mystery man has a name. Y'know people call two days after if they’re interested not five.”

“Think i could take you out as an apology?”

“Let me know time and place?”

“Same place we met. You duh-deserve a good date there. I’ll text you the spuh-specifics.”

“I’m free at 6 we can talk then, I’ve gotta get back to work. Bye, Bill.”

“I’ll be counting on it, Stan. We’ll talk soon.”

This is what being on top of the world feels like. Stan just knows. He’s smiling hard enough for his dimples to hurt. Quickly shooting off a text to Richie that he finally called. – When Stan finally stepped out into the fresh air the evening help he felt ecited nerves drumming under his skin as he checked his phone. 

“If you’re free for the night, you know where i’m at. Tell the host you’re here for Denbrough. -Bill” Stan took a screenshot to send to Richie as a response to his “When did you get cooler than me” which has now been followed by “GET @ HIM URIS” – The host gave him a confused look at the request for Denbrough, but still led him back deeper into the restaurant. He recieved some looks as Bill came into sight, a fiery red head leaving his table with a loud laugh. Bills eyes lock on his and he couldn’t stop the soft smile that broke through the nerves. “Glad you could make it, Stanley.” The goosebumps that danced across Stans skin hearing his name fall from those pink lips will be a thing he excludes from Richie later.

“Stanleys too formal, please just call me Stan.” Bills eyes followed carefully as Stan got comfortable. Taking pride in the pink that tinted his ears now.

“Well Stan, I huh-hope you’re hungry. I don’t want you buh-bailing on a shitty date again.” Bill had this glint in is eyes, and Stan wishes he could see that all the time.

“As long as you and the waiter are patient, I think this will be wonderful.” Stan was willing himself to stop wile he was ahead. “OCD doesn’t go away” He was already chomping down on his lip as he peaked up at Bill for his reaction. He seemed unfazed by the comment, flipping through his menu.

“If our waiter grows impatient I’ll request a duh-different one.” He spoke so matter of factly, “Please speak up if anything I do makes you uncomfortabe.” Stan heartbeat definitely sped up.

“I-Thanks, Bill. That means a lot to me.” The full dimpled smile could steal anyones heart. – Long after they had ate, they were still talking, now over a bottle of wine. A little looser and in Stans case a lot more giggly. The both had alight flush on their cheeks leaning over the table, now joking about their friends. Stan mentioned his mess of a best friends that shouldn’t work so well. Bill countered with his firecracker, Bev. Wo was there earlier as Stan had shown up. Thier cozy little babble fest was broken up but Stans phone buzzing on the tbale bring his attention to the time. He was shocked to say the least they had not been secluded for 3 hours wihtout realizing it. Richie had simply texted “Hey hot shot, you coming home?”

Bill had laughed and called for the check. “That’s our cue isn’t it” Stan was ready to suggest against it but the day started to catch up with him. Once they had gotten into the cold air of the night Bill offered Stan a ride, gently leading him to his waiting car by the small of his back. “It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.” Stan for what feels like the hunderth time that night was rendered speechless by this mans chivalry.

Once cozy in the back seat, Stan made sure to text Richie he was in fact on is way home and gave Bills driver the address to their apparetment complex. Before finally directing his full attention back to Bill. “Congrats on being my best date ever.” That goofy-toothy grin was on his face, he already knew. “Thanks for this, Bil.” He could feel butterflies in his tummy at the warmth of Bills hand touching is on the seat inbetween them.

“Does that mean I get a chance at a suh-second date?” Bills cheeks were pink now. Stan gave him a soft smile.

“I’d love that.” Stan had to bite his lip to avoid smiling to big. It would hurt later for ow much he’d done it within the night. The car had come to a stop infront of is complex, he almost didn’t want to go. “Guess this is my stop. Text me, okay?”

He’s a little surprised to hear Bill get out of the car too, followed by a hand meeting the small of his back once again. He melting into the warm touch as the entered the lobby. His doorman nodding at him, finger over the panic button until he recieves a nod back. “Glad to know you have a duh-doorman.” Bills voice was soft as he leaned closer to Stan. “I’ll be in contact.” With a soft kiss to his cheek Bill was parting from him already headed out the door. “I’ll see you soon.” The cheeky bastard threw a wink back at Stan who stood dumbfounded with a hand on his cheek for a minute. Richie is going to have a ball with this one. — Bill had kept his word about being in contact, they talk everyday even if it’s just for a; I’m busy, I’ll talk when I can; text. That was the joy in Stan life that felt off hilter lately. 

Stan felt like he was being watched. When he went to work. His early walks in the park to do some bird watching. Sometimes in his own bedroom. Richie, started going with him in his early morning adventures. In an attempt to make sure he’s okay. But now Richie felt the paranoia of being watched. It had gotten bad enough they’re sharing a bed everynight. Which is what they’ve done when seeking comfort ever sincde they were kids.

The line is drawn when Richie calls him crying. Swearing a man has been following him for blocks taking pictures. Locked away in a public bathroom to try and escape it. He put Richie on hold to call Bill to cancel thier coffee date as he was running to where his best friend is hiding.

“Take care of him, Stan! Let me nuh-know what’s going on!” Bill worry sounded genuine. When Stan saw him next he’s ready to lay a thankful kiss on him. Richie and Stan help hands the entire way home. Stan triple checked thier door was locked before he could sleep that night. –

[undercovermcdfan]

Hey I'm new to this and I don't really know how it works so um... ‘a man who can’t die is no tragic hero.’ centered around Vylad? Maybe?

‘a man whocan’t die is no tragic hero.’ 

title: tea and cake

summary: A conversation over some tea during astormy afternoon. Vylad-centric. MCD pre-season 3.

a/n: So, this is so… loosely based offthe prompt, I’m so sorry??? It was supposed to be something deeper andVylad-centric but I ended up writing him having a conversation with Isabel andthrew in a bit of Vylance because I’m a sucker for that pairing? I hope youlike it—I thought it was rather cute, even if it’s so… loosely based off such agood prompt jfc. I might take another shot at it on another date.

warning(s): fluff, tea, Isabel being a sweetie

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Rainfall doesn’t bring melancholy feelings it once did.

As denizens scurried, seeking shelter in the nearby establishmentsor rushing home, he stood there in the street. His cloak, soaked. His hair,flatten against his forehead. The comforting rumble of distant storm thisintense rain was bring only made him want to shut his eyes, listening as hisbreathed out even breaths and lulled into a fond memory which rain only broughtnow.

Irene island went from a peaceful village to a sprawlingcity. It’s impressive, walking down the cobbled streets and not recognizing thebuildings, nor knowing which turn to take even though it’s been a year or sosince he decided to stop by.

He watched as a mother pulled along her inquisitive child,chided him softly when the child attempted to jump into the large puddle formingon the side of the road and adjusted her umbrella.

An older gentleman holding a newspaper over his head,squinting to the sky and grumbling something Vylad couldn’t quite catch beforeheading back inside the tavern.

A young girl who ran a storefront staring at him concernedand mild curiosity from behind the glass window. He spared her a glance and shelooked away quickly, embarrassed for being caught.

Ah, well Ican’t drag my feet any longer. He pulled up his hood, andhurried down the road—he was late enough already.

He wasn’t sure when he indulged Isabel and her requests tosee him whenever she heard he was in town.

Honestly, she shouldn’t have known—Vylad preferred his methodof dropping in and leaving when he’s finish reporting of whatever informationhe managed to gather. But by chance, the other day, she caught him— “Two years and you haven’t change one bit,”she said in giggly tone—and managed to rope him into staying for another day,to visit her.

Maybe it’s nostalgia; he couldn’t quite say they were friendsbut Isabel had a charm that’s hard to place and a presence which reminded himof a caring mother mixed with enthusiasm of a child—if she wasn’t hanging offthe arms of Laurance or Katelyn, tending to the younger kids that took upresidence on the island, or buzzing like the more social creature that she was,she’d always hunt him down to ask some questions (usually to satisfied hercuriosity about his ‘mysterious’ nature). She rarely caught him, true, butafter a while, she grew on him like Laurance told him she would.

And after a while, sometimes he’d seek her out. Strange howmissing the same person could make an unlikely pair—and they were the mostunlikely.

He, quiet and never much to say beyond being an ear she couldtalk to tirelessly.

She, understanding way of speaking and made warm tea with thesweet cakes whenever he visited.

The place she called home was small and humble, sandwichedbetween two other homes; on the upper left windowsill, he could spot a smallgarden and a welcome mat was on the top of the steps that led up. It said ‘welcome’,in blocky letters and a simple picture of a kitten pawing at the ‘e’ inwelcome.

She opened the door on the third round of knocking, looking alittle disheveled and flustered but smiling brightly when she saw him.

“I’m so sorry,” she ushered him in, smoothing down her hair—it’sshorter now, something he didn’t note until now; she frowned, giving him a onceover, “You’re soaked! Don’t tell me you walked here without an umbrella, Vylad.”

He shrugged off his cloak, and she immediately took it,propping it on a coat rack and a grimace at the water droplets dripped onto thefloor. “It started raining as I was walking.”

“Still not a reason to just… never mind,” she sighed, holdingup a hand, “Wait here. I’ll give you something to dry off.”

And she disappeared back up the stairs.

There was evidence she didn’t live alone. The open closet hadmore coats than necessary for just one person, and the number of shoes it held—Isabelalways been on the humbler side of living and even if she grew a taste ofshopping, he was doubtful she’d owned thatmany.

When she returned, throwing the towel on his head andinstructing him to take off his shoes— “I spent all day mopping. I’m notletting you track mud in here.”, she hurried away again, into the kitchen sheassumed.

There wasn’t much of a living room area, so of course hefollowed her, undoing his bun as he started to dry it off his hair.

He zoned out slightly as she started to chatter; taking upseat on one of the two chairs in the kitchen, he mused at the cutesydecorations adorning the table, walls, around the small kitchen.

“—anyway, it was lucky I decided to make a run to the bakerythis morning rather than later; the weather been so gloom and doom the pastcouple of days,” she said, placing tea in front of him before placing the milkand sugar cube; of course, he went straight for the sugar cube, adding two tohis drink as he gave quiet thanks. “Hmm.”

He paused, glancing up and Isabel waved her hand beforeletting out a small laugh. “Oh nothing. I was remembering something,” shesmiled, as she turned away to fetch her own cup and the cakes she alreadyprepared on a tray, “Remember three years ago, when the island had only Aphmau,Travis—you know. Before the island was theisland. And there was that nasty storm.”

His brow raised, absentmindedly rubbing his hair. “I do.”

“And remember how we both got caught in it? The lectureLaurance gave us…” the soft smile faded for just a moment before it returnedbrightly, she slid the cake and fork towards him, taking a seat, “I never sawyou look so embarrassed until that day, honestly. I didn’t know if you could feel embarrassed? Or look so uncool.” Henarrowed his eyes and frowned. But she shrugged off his gaze, rather, she wasgrinning now at his expression. “He even made you sit down and dry off your hairafter you sneak off.”

Normally, the reminder of… him would leave his heart aching.But never with Isabel, she never let either dwell on the bitterness of the facthe was gone.

“He was treating me like a child.” He took a bite of cake.

“In his defense, it’s a little childish to run off.”

He squints at her, pointing his fork with an accusatory point.She shrugged, continuing the story, “You looked like an angry cat. And Laurancekept talking and talking, how we both were asking for a cold.”

“You did catch a cold.”

“Huh, I did, didn’t I?” she chuckled, before softly sighing, “…youknow. Sometimes I miss it. Miss Laurance being around. When he left, everybodyended up going their separate ways… especially you.” He took a sip of her histea, avoiding with her searching eyes as she looked at him. “Do you ever wonderwhat he’s up to?”

…Maybe he should take back the statement of the ache nevercoming.

“Every day.” He whispered, after a pause.

She hummed, propping up her cheek with her palm, “Not everyday for me… but often enough. Same with you. I wonder about you a lot. Aph toldme you been busy in Tu’la and… it’s a little worrying, you know?”

He’s quiet, taking another bite of his cake.

“I know both you and Laurance can handle yourselves… but aweak-willed maiden like me can only worry about her friends when they’re offdoing whatever dangerous things they do. I hate how much of a pessimist I’vebecome.”

“You’re not weak-willed.”

“Ah,” her eyes still read sadness but a fond smile appearedagain, “I’m ‘soft hearted’ as you all put it.”

He shook his head. “Isabel. You don’t want to be like me. OrLaurance—he wasn’t…”

“Happy. I know,” she sighed, stirring her tea as she shut hereyes, “Something to do with that shadow knight business, right? He always triedbut… anybody could see he was struggling at times.” Vylad swallowed thickly—andthe tea didn’t help. Isabel continued, “You struggle with it to. At leastLaurance had you… you’re all alone, and always away, sometimes I wonder what ifthe next time I hear about you i-is… you know. It’s your job and you’re servingfor heroic reasons but… it’s… lonely, isn’t it? I know you a-are.”

Part of him froze, instinctively, when he saw a tear roll downher cheek—like always did when he saw her cry. He never was the type to comfortbut pity filled his heart whenever he saw the young woman cry.

“Isabel.” She sniffed, quickly wiping away the tears butbefore she could have uttered an apology, he cut her off, giving a tentativesmile, “I appreciate your concern. What I do… isn’t heroic like you say, I mustconfess.” He paused, collecting his words as he chewed on a piece of cakethoughtfully—Isabel got up for a moment to fetch the kettle and pour them bothanother cup. “I am lonely. Sometimes I think I took up the task to punishmyself.”

“Punish?”

He nodded, “It’s complicated… but yes. For somebody likemyself, I don’t really deserve your tears. I only been selfish.”

The silence was… uncomfortable. He closed his eyes. He couldstill hear the rumbles of thunder and the house slightly shook from the strongwinds the storm was bringing.

But her tone shifted when she spoke up, breaking the silence.“…It isn’t a crime to feel what you feel. I know you aren’t… talkative aboutthis, but it’s okay to feel lonely and not feel at home here on this island.Also,” she smiled, “You are a hero. You do heroic stuff. And selfish or not, I’llstill cry over a dear friend.”

“...friend.”

“Yes,” she giggled, knocking on the table, “No matter whatyou say, we are friends! End of discussion.”

Vylad sighed. I supposethere’s no point to argue. He then reached for his cake, abandoning thepolite eating and held it, shoveling the rest into his mouth.

Isabel laughed at that, throwing her head back. “I knew youwere holding back!” she got up, smiling, “Let me get you another piece—I gottenextra for you and the fact Amber has bit of a sweet tooth.”

He perked up. “Amber?”

Isabel smiled, brightening up again, “Oh. Sit tight—shoot,you missed a lot since you been gone?”

He returned her smile, small but it was still there. As shechanged the subject—now talking about this ‘Amber’ girl affectionately--, hecouldn’t help but think of her words: Youare a hero.

It was a lie. Because he was only selfish, and a person whocheats death, existing by the whims of something so unholy… he couldn’t ever bea hero.

But then again, a small voice whispered: You don’t have to be. You could do your best and just be good.

That voice suspiciously sound like one that made his heartflutter. He waved it all away.

Taking a sip from his tea, he said, “You love her.”

“Well,” Isabelblushed, her smile wide, “I mean what gave it away?”

[rhysie-cakes314]

Day 18- Cryptid

This chapter makes a reference to the chapter "Revenge."

I love Tony and Clint together. I think their banter is hilarious, and my running headcanon that they are hyper-competitive and prank each other keeps me going sometimes. So, I decided they needed some alone time. Also 'Tony Talks' are now a part of my avengers family. Take that as you will.

Warnings for vague discussion of alcohol abuse, and mentions of child abuse.

Summary:

Phil Coulson had never seen two grown men this into a debate about Bigfoot. That's right, Bigfoot. He watched from his perch in the corner of the room while Tony and Clint argued back and forth about the existence of the furry beast. They were both drunk, and somewhere between giggly and screaming. Phil wasn't sure he even needed to watch movies anymore when he had entertainment like this right at home.

The story of how Tony and Clint went camping, just to try and find Bigfoot, and came back a little closer.

“There is no way in Hell that he exists and I haven’t seen him,” Clint insisted. “I’ve been all over North America and hunted in every forest. If Bigfoot was real, I would have seen him, and probably shot him. I’m Hawkeye for god’s sake!”

Tony clicked on another blurry video of the supposed cryptid. “You of all people, Clint,” he shook his head. “I thought if anyone would be a believer-”

“Me!? I can’t believe you of all people think he could exist! You’re the genius scientist! Why would there be one singular example of a species that has lived all this time, never been caught, or even caught in a clear picture? With modern cameras? You basically have to try to make a picture or video with that bad of quality,” the archer gestured wildly at the screen, spilling some of his drink.

Tony jumped to his feet and staggered over to the bar. He was pouring more liquor. This had been his first night off in weeks, and damn, he had needed this. The glass slid away from him as he recorked the bourbon. Tony stared at the spot it had been, confused. Tilting his head and reaching forward to investigate, he suddenly noticed the figure in his periphery he somehow hadn’t noticed. Maybe he should stop.

Phil watched the debacle, amused. It took the genius and embarrassingly long amount of time to notice him sitting there at the bar. “I think you’ve had enough,” he commented, and Tony was looking at him blankly. Then it all must have clicked into place, because Tony was laughing and slapping Phil’s shoulder.

“Whatever you say, Agent no-fun, I’m a-okay!” Tony spun on his heel, making to head back towards the couch where Clint was engrossed in yet another video. The two had somehow ended up on the topic of Bigfoot towards the end of movie night, and had been arguing about it since. The world spun just a bit further than he expected, and Tony stumbled, landing half standing, half in Phil’s arms against his lap. He looked up and met the agent’s gaze and winked. “You come here often?” he dropped his voice down to a sultry tone.

Taking everything in stride as usual, Phil just raised an eyebrow, looking down at his inebriated friend. Tony saw the way his lips twitched, though, and he grinned, victorious. An almost smile! That was basically the equivalent of a guffaw from Phil Coulson.

“Hey! Get off my man!” Clint called from the couch. That seemed to remind Tony of their debate. He pushed off Phil, flirtation forgotten, and jumped onto the couch, sticking his socks in Clint’s face. The squawk he let it out was totally worth the ensuing wrestling match that ended up with Tony pinned on the ground.

“Uncle!” Clint let up and Tony rolled over, deciding the floor was fine anyway. “Seriously, though, we’ve been to the Savage Lands! We’ve met monsters galore, plus he could just be a mutant, only one explained. Boom.” He threw up a fist in victory.

“You’re cracked. Oh, Steve!” Clint noticed the man enter the room first. Everyone besides the three of them had left the room a long time ago, and Steve was in pajamas now. “Tell your boy-toy that Bigfoot is a myth.”

Steve and Phil shared amused expressions across the room. It was nice to see Tony unwinding, though why he was on the floor was a mystery. The brunette propped himself up on his elbows, waiting expectantly for Steve’s input. “Well…”

“Keep in mind that I can withhold sex,” Tony interrupted.

“That’s not fair!”

Steve chuckled. “As if you could resist me, Tony. I’d have to say I think he might be real. Buck had a cousin who definitely saw him once.”

“A friend of a friend? How cliché,” Clint scoffed over Tony’s loud ‘ha!’

“You know what? I’m gonna prove it.” Tony sat up, pointing an accusatory finger at his adversary. “You, me, we’re going camping for the weekend. JARVIS, calculate which forest will be most likely to have Bigfoot.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Steve reached out a hand until Tony took it to stand up. “Come on, Tony, you hate camping. Remember the spider-bite?” That had been a terrible adventure.

“I hate allowing Clint to think he’s won more,” he replied very seriously. “Plus this time we’ll actually have a way to call for help if we need it.”

“According to the most believable sightings and the climates which would best suit the creature in October, I suggest you camp in Sierra National Forest of California.” JARVIS said.

“Wait, don’t I get a say in this?” Clint asked. Tony crossed his arms with a smirk, knowing Clint wasn’t going to pass up the chance to embarrass Tony with a bet. “Okay, you’re right. You’re on, winner gets to choose loser’s songs for the next karaoke night.”

“Perfect. We’ll leave tomorrow and come back on Monday.” Steve crossed his arms, pursing his lips in annoyance until Tony added, “As long as Cap’s alright with it, that is.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “But don’t forget how cold it is at night this time of year.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Yeah, mom.”

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One of Tony’s jets was parked outside the western edge of the forest. Grabbing their packs, Tony and Clint began their hike to find a good campsite near coordinates JARVIS gave them where they were most likely to encounter Bigfoot. “How are we going to entertain ourselves for three days?” Clint asked, mostly thinking aloud as they walked.

Tony thought about that, realizing he had never spent this much time with just Clint before. What if they got sick of each other? What did Clint like to do? Tony assumed he probably enjoyed shooting things, knew he enjoyed video games but that wasn’t really possible out here… “Good question. We could play games or something, maybe you could teach me to shoot with a bow.”

The way the archer’s head whipped around with a wide grin was a little scary. “You’d really want to learn? I could show you so many tricks!”

Tony held up his hands, “Whoa there, Robin Hood, don’t get ahead of yourself. I’ve never even shot a regular target with your primitive weaponry.”

Clint got that mischievous glint to his eyes that Tony had learned to be wary of. “You’ll regret calling my weaponry primitive by the end of this weekend, mark my words.”

Tony smirked. “I doubt it. I was a weapons designer, remember? A handgun seems a bit primitive to me.”

The archer raised both eyebrows in disbelief, the hint of laughter there. “We’ll see.” He turned as they continued walking and scanning for a good spot to set up camp. “Anyway, I’d actually enjoy teaching you to shoot, I think. Nobody is ever really interested in it.”

“Yeah, it could be fun,” Tony replied warmly. “I like learning new skills.” They came upon a small clearing that seemed as good a spot as any and wordlessly agreed to set up camp. That finished, Clint’s stomach decided it was the perfect time to rumble. “Let’s save the lessons for later though, you sound hungry. You hunt I’ll make a fire?”

“Sounds good to me. I bet I can have an animal ready to be cooked before you finish setting up the fire,” Clint prodded, wiggling his eyebrows. It was a stupid look.

“Oh, you’re on.” They both took off in opposite directions in a rush, Clint with his bow, and Tony to gather wood. Clint may be a perfect shot, but he was crazy if he thought he’d win this one. He had to find an animal, kill it, lug it back, skin it, and butcher it. All Tony had to do was gather wood, use some rocks to border a pit, and get some tinder. It’d be a piece of cake.

The last log of Tony’s little log cabin pyramid set up he had going and stepped back to admire his work. If Tony Stark was going to build a fire, it was going to be the best fire you’ve ever seen. He wondered idly if the two of them were capable of not competing. Looking back, everything they did tended to take on at least a slightly competitive quality. The curiosity as to why, now that he’d noticed it, was going to eat him up until he figured it out. Maybe Clint would have a good idea about it.

The tinder on top of the base, surrounded by the other logs above and beside, was not lighting the way it should. Clint had already dragged back a mule deer and was nearly finished skinning the giant buck, and Tony’s perfect setup wouldn’t light. He had read plenty on camping, used to do it with JARVIS even, Tony knew how to start a fire, damnit. The problem was that everything was damp. He hadn’t noticed it on the hike here, but it must’ve rained recently. That damn hawkeyed archer had probably noticed it and that’s why he was so confident in the bet. Tony narrowed his eyes in concentration, Clint was forgetting that he was a genius. He’d solve this.

“Having trouble over there?” Clint asked smugly.

“No, you?” Tony shot back.

“Nope! Almost finished.”

“Good for you,” Tony muttered. Remembering an accident that happened once in the lab, he suddenly had an idea. The flurry of movement caught Clint off guard, and he watched with interest as Tony pulled out his cell phone and quickly disassembled it, holding up the battery in triumph. “You lose, Barton!” Clint gaped in a mixture of awe and horror as Tony reached up his shirt and pulled out the arc reactor. Tony’s face only showed a small twitch that indicated Tony feeling a thing. Tony took the wire that connected the reactor to the electromagnet, and touched it to the uncovered metal of his phone’s lithium ion battery. The resulting sparks were numerous, and hotter than what someone can get with banging rocks together or twirling sticks by hand. Despite the dampness, the kindling burst into flame, and the fire continued to burn steadily after that. Tony yanked his hands back, only catching a few sparks on his skin. “Agh! Youch, that’s hot.” He hissed. Sitting back from his crouch and recasing the reactor, Tony met Clint’s stare with a satisfied grin.

Tony Stark was a madman. Clint couldn’t believe he was only just now finding out. They had lived together and worked together for years, but he had never imagined how mad the genius was. “What the actual fuck?” he blurted out.

Not the reaction he had been expecting, Tony studied Clint’s horrified expression. “What do you mean?” He gestured to the fire he had created with his genius, “Fire lit, I win.”

“You took out the thing that keeps you alive and destroyed your cell phone just to win a stupid contest against me!?” Clint’s voice rose a few octaves. He was kind of feeling off-kilter. Maybe going to the woods alone with a mad-scientist wasn’t a great idea. At least for his mental health.

Somehow, Tony looked even more confused. “It’s not like I die if it’s only out for a few seconds, chill. Plus I’m a billionaire, maybe trillionaire I don’t remember, Pepper would know, but the point is I can replace my phone battery no problem. You’re just salty I won.” Tony crossed his arms with a smugness the situation surely did not warrant. “C’mon, get the food finished, I’m hungry.”

The archer shook his head in disbelief, returning to his work. When Tony put it that way, it seemed almost logical, but Tony always managed to make crazy things sound logical. The man had burned himself with sparks from a device he needed to live like the risk was a non-factor. He was bringing this up next time Cap or Phil tried to harass him for being reckless. Tony made him look like the most cautious man alive. He decided to put the image of Tony pulling out the reactor out of his head. It was playing over and over in his mind, and Clint wouldn’t have thought he’d be so affected by a simple action like that, but to him it had looked akin to someone stabbing themselves or something. And that was his friend, his family member. All of the Avengers probably subconsciously equated the blue light in Tony’s chest with him being alive.

By the time they were done eating and packing away the leftovers in bear-proof, freshness-preserving containers of Tony’s design for dinner, it was somewhere in the late afternoon. “So,” Clint ventured. “How are we going to find your mythical creature?”

“Possibly mythical,” Tony corrected automatically. “I thought about the spread of sightings and decided that Bigfoot is most likely a species and not just one creature, but it probably doesn’t live in packs, given that no one has ever seen multiple together.”

Clint rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe Tony believed this stuff. “Or that I’ve never seen any,” he muttered.

“Hush. You asked for the plan. Anyway, I think we can stay within this one general area, because each Bigfoot probably stays within their territory that they mark, probably with urine. It’d be much harder to find one in three days if we were going on the assumption of only one in the entirety of this forest. JARVIS and I agree that the species is probably nocturnal, so I thought you and I could take shifts at night a little ways away to see if we can spot him, since he probably wouldn’t approach the campsite.” Tony rummaged around in the tent behind him, pulling out his bag. “I brought us night-vision goggles!” he held them up in excitement.

Clint snatched one, examining it closely. “You thought this through more than I expected,” he admitted finally.

“Well duh, I think everything through,” Tony scoffed. Given the myriad of instances Clint could cite where that was clearly not the case, he decided it was a pointless debate. He would never win it without one of the others to back him up.

“We’ve got lots of daylight left, then, wanna learn to shoot?”

Tony shrugged. “Sure, why not.”

They practiced for hours. Tony was surprisingly promising for a novice, but he struggled to hold the arrow back without shaking, which made aim difficult. “I’m trying to be still, but it’s so hard to pull back!” he whined. Clint laughed but with no malice. He could still remember what building up the muscles for this was like, and Tony probably never needed to use his trapezius, deltoid, and triceps with his fighting style. The man was lean and strong, had to be to pilot the suit, but his upper back was not his strong suit. “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow,” Tony sighed, letting loose another shaky arrow.

“You’re a natural though,” Clint encouraged. Tony scowled like he didn’t believe it. “What, would I be the one to lie to make you feel better?”

“You’ve got a point, bird-brain.” They got dinner and decided Clint would take the first shift of the night, since Tony’s body was more worn out from their archery lessons. Clint decided to talk Tony into something more relaxing tomorrow.

…

The night had been uneventful and boring as hell. Clint nearly fell asleep on his branch a couple times purely out of boredom. Tony reported a similar experience, but was still confident in his endeavor to prove the existence to Clint. Plus, the weekend was going to be a success for him either way.

“We should go swimming today,” Clint decided halfway through their late morning meal. It was nice to have no schedule to keep, and he was actually shocked that Tony had come up with the idea given this was usually his crazy work month. Whatever was motivating the change, Clint enjoyed a less manic Tony. The genius could get too high strung.

Tony spluttered a little, coughing before drinking some more to calm down. Clint hadn’t even noticed that he was drinking from a flask, and not his water bottle. He frowned. “Perhaps not,” Tony finally managed. When no further explanation came, Clint pressed it.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to,” Tony snapped. He looked surprised himself at the harsh reaction. “Sorry, I just, I don’t like swimming.” The discomfort was obvious.

This wasn’t their thing, Tony and Clint didn’t talk feelings, they goofed around and teased each other. Everyone on the team had had at least one of their ‘Tony Talks’ as they had been deemed, everyone except Clint. Clint heard about them only in hearsay, but a Tony Talk was apparently always eye-opening for both parties. Tony kept things close to his chest for the most part, Clint did too, so whenever a Tony Talk did happen, whether it was because the two people got really drunk, or because a duo mission got unexpectedly serious and adrenaline pushed truths out of the closet, it was a big deal.

Clint never took it personally, their relationship was fine as it was. Friendly rivalry and casual fun defined most of it, but they both knew they’d do anything for each other.  And if he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted a Tony Talk. There’s no way he would escape without revealing himself as well, and there was a reason only Nat and Phil really knew him. Giving people your trust was a very dangerous game. Whenever he thought about trying to be more open, Barney’s face haunted his dreams to remind him that even your brother can turn on you.

But Tony and he were gonna be here all weekend. Maybe this was finally the time to let their relationship grow, even if only a little. Plus, Tony had chosen to take a break in his busy schedule to go on a trip with him. There had to be something more to that than just Bigfoot, right? Tony hated camping. He felt like he owed it to the genius a little to try to be there, not just shrug off the man’s discomfort.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly. Tony looked over, surprised, then quickly averted his eyes.

“I mean, it’s not a big deal,” he muttered.

And Clint could leave it at that. But this was so uncharacteristic of Tony. He was usually all bravado and deflection, this seemed unsure. The man who practically lead the Avengers as much as Cap made it clear when you weren’t allowed to broach a subject. This was only a half-hearted deflection; Clint took the leap that he wanted it pushed.

“Tony, look at me.” Tony looked like it pained him to do so, but he also looked grateful when he saw that Clint was taking this seriously. “It clearly is something, and you need to know you can tell me anything. I know we fool around a lot, but I would never make fun of you for anything real. You know that, right?”

Tony nodded. He bit his lip, unsure. “I know, it just always sounds stupid when I say it out loud.” He shifted into a more comfortable decision. “I don’t like it when people see my chest,” he admitted with a blush.

That… was not at all where Clint had thought this was going. He kind of thought they were going to get into a PTSD talk about the torture in Afghanistan, which Tony’s file was vague on but Clint knew it involved semi-drowning. The bastards hadn’t even waterboarded Tony, no, they literally held him down in barrels. The risk of actually drowning was real. But no, now that he thought about it, Clint had never seen Tony shirtless. He’d seen pictures of course, anyone with the internet could, but they were all from before the arc reactor. Clint wondered if all the women Tony had still had one night stands with after had seen him, or if he’d just kept his shirt on during sex. “I don’t have any glowing parts, but I’ll show you my scars if you show me yours?” he tried to keep it light, let Tony know it was okay if he didn’t want to, but toe the line so the man didn’t think he was being mocked.

Tony studied his friend’s face. And they were friends, he knew that, but he also knew that he and Clint had never really talked about serious stuff. There was sort of an unspoken agreement that if one of them came to the other upset, it was to escape talking about it, to escape everything and just get drunk and be stupid. This was new territory, but Clint didn’t show any hint of this being a game. “You first.” he eventually broke the yawning silence between them.

Clint didn’t say anything, just took off his t-shirt and placed it in his lap. He had never been self-conscious about his body before, but being studied made him feel a little like squirming.

“Tell me what they’re from, please,” Tony said quietly. It was so strangely intimate, but it also didn’t feel weird like it should. This was his drinking buddy, but also the guy who had to have his back on the battlefield. If he could let Tony hold his life in his hands, which he definitely has before, then he can talk about scars.

So he did. “This one here was from my dad, where the belt buckle caught me just right,” Tony just nodded, face blank. “Um, this one was me getting caught on a barbed wire fence while robbing a mansion, that was in my Circus of Crime days. These two are both stab wounds from pocket knives in different bar fights. The one over here is from Barney.” Clint swallowed. Tony gave him a small smile; it said ‘I understand.’ “And this one was a sniper shot in Budapest. I can’t really remember the smaller ones.” He shrugged. There were so many scars over the years, it wasn’t really possible to keep track.

Tony scrubbed his hands over his face, looking his age for once. It was easy to forget that he was older than most of them, well, older than all the naturally aging people. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to do that, this is so weird, I’m being stupid.”

“No, you’re not,” Clint cut him off. “And it’s okay. Sometimes things have to be a little weird to feel safe. We’re family. If talking about scars makes you feel okay about yours, then I have no problems with it.”

Tony looked so lost for a moment, eyes glassy, but he blinked and he was fine. Clint could almost believe he had imagined it if Tony didn’t take a long drag from the flask he brought. “Right. Yeah. Um,” he paused, “oh fuck it.” He pulled off his t-shirt and it all made a little more sense.

Sure, Clint had a lot of scars, like anyone in the hero business that didn’t have special healing factors, but Tony’s scars weren’t normal. The skin around the arc reactor was all scar tissue, jagged and pink, with longer scars here and there jutting out like hands on a clock. It had never really occurred to Clint before just how much of Tony’s chest must be missing. A lot of the sternum was probably gone, which meant the ribs there were probably a little more free floating than they should be. That or wedged against the metal. There’s no way his heart and lungs weren’t being pushed out of the way by it, misplaced. He knew how big the reactor was, how had he never thought about this?

The rest of Tony’s obvious scars were ones Clint knew about, things that had happened since the Avengers Initiative began.There were other smaller ones, but they might as well be invisible next to the chest piece. Clint realized he had been staring, and looked up to see Tony watching him nervously. “I don’t really need to tell you what they’re from, do I?” he asked, sarcastic smile plastered on his face in an attempt to hide the fear. This is when Tony always expected people to run screaming.

Clint allowed his own lips to form a lopsided smile. “No, I suppose you don’t. Thank you, for trusting me.”

Tony gave a jerky nod. “Let’s just get it out of the way, because I know you’re thinking about it. Ask whatever questions you want then we can go swimming and stop being mushy.”

The bluntness surprised a laugh out of Clint. “That’s fair, I am curious. Does it affect your breathing?”

“My lung capacity is diminished by about 40%, a little more on my left than on the right since my heart’s being shoved over that way.”

“Do you feel it?”

“Everyday. I forget about it sometimes, but it’s still that cold, hard, knot in my chest making it harder to breathe. It took a long time to get used to.”

“Does the casing ever burn you?”

Tony actually chuckled, and it seemed like this was getting easier. “Well I can’t go suntanning anymore. Actually, the bigger problem is in the cold, the metal gets colder quicker, and it kind of saps the heat away from its surrounding. So I get hypothermia a lot easier. I think the scar tissue is the only reason I haven’t gotten frostbite from it.”

“I can’t believe you built that in a cave,” Clint admitted. It was probably the one thing that had always impressed him the most about Tony.

“It’s not like I wasn’t surrounded by tech to scavenge from,” Tony shrugged it off. “They gave me whatever I asked for, thought I was building a bomb.”

“Just take the compliment, shellhead. Let’s go swimming.”

…

Somehow a relaxing swim in the stream turned into another contest. Tony decided that they should race. When that ended predictably (hadn’t they just talked about Tony’s lack of lung capacity?) Tony suggested they see who can catch a fish with their bare hands first. Clint almost felt bad when he won that too, the way Tony slumped in defeat for a moment, but it was quickly shrugged off. Overall they had a good time.

They decided to stick with the same schedule for watch that night. Tony was confident that this was the night. Bigfoot was gonna show. Clint nestled into another tree with his night-vision goggles on, bow on his back. He scanned the forest, seeing the occasional fox and hearing some coyotes in the distance. The wind chill was worse up in the trees, so he hugged his arms around himself to keep warm. It seemed a little unbelievable if he let himself think to hard about the fact that he was sitting in a tree in California in the middle of the night all because Thor had asked about the ‘Midgardian Bigfoot’ he had heard about on the ‘internets.’

Tony was ready. It hadn’t been part of the plan to have a heart to heart that day, but it definitely worked in his favor. Clint’s guard was down more than usual. He seemed slightly less hypervigilant than usual around Tony, and it had to be a subconscious trust thing. Granted, slightly less hypervigilant from the great Hawkeye still meant very hypervigilant, but this was Tony’s best chance for revenge. Tony was going to break Clint’s winning streak in their scream contest this year if it killed him. Well, not literally. Probably.

Natasha had been helping him learn to sneak better. He was already naturally light on his feet, plus he had the advantage of being light, but no one was better suited to sneaking than Black widow. Tony liked to think he had gotten pretty good. The tent made no sound as he exited, and he carefully avoided every leaf or twig as he approached the tree Clint was in. He looked up, studying his best chance, calculating lengths from one branch to another compared to his arm’s reach, as well as which branches could most likely hold his weight. Plan mapped out, he silently began the climb up the tree behind Clint’s. The archer wasn’t even scanning in the direction of the tent since they assumed that’s not where Bigfoot would be.

The slight rustle in the leaves above Clint only happened during a breeze, so he thought nothing of it. Just once, he heard a sudden rustling noise, but when he looked up, a bird was flying away into the night. There was no reason to expect anyone out here. It was an impromptu trip. So when the branch just behind him made a cracking noise, he moved on instinct, decades of training taking over in an instant.

Of course the last fucking branch was Tony’s only miscalculation. It must have already been structurally compromised on the underside, because it was definitely big enough to hold his weight with no sound this close to the tree trunk. The cracking sound gave him away, so it was now or never. “Boo!” he yelled as loud as possible just as Clint screamed and suddenly he was falling backward.

The archer watched helplessly while Tony fell to the ground below, the thump of his body landing in dead leaves and rolling a little making him wince. How had he thought sneaking up on a trained SHIELD agent was a good plan? Clint had efficiently flipped the assailant over, knocking each hand roughly to disarm him in case, and let go to watch them fall. There was no way he could’ve known it was Tony until it was too late. Everything had happened so fast, plus with the night vision goggles on, Tony looked kind of like a blurry bright blob, details like his goatee disappearing in the resolution of the lenses. Clint took the goggles off and strapped them to his belt, quickly climbing down after Tony. His natural night vision was better anyway.

“Tony! Oh my god, please be alive.”

Tony was still lying on the ground, but Clint could see he was moving as he neared the bottom. He groaned. “I win!” he taunted, raising his head to look at Clint before dropping it back to the ground. “Ow.”

Clint knelt down beside him, doing a cursory once over. “You are not seriously talking about the damn scream contest right now, are you?” This solidified Clint’s theory from the day before. Tony was an actual mad man.

“But I finally beat you,” Tony actually whined. Clint kind of wanted to slap him.

“Where are you hurt?” he asked instead.

Tony went to sit up, hissing when he moved his left arm. Clint let him use his shoulder to grip with the uninjured arm and helped the man sit up. “Not sure.” Tony wiggled different parts of his body, occasional hisses and yelps. “Definitely left shoulder and arm, right ankle, and possibly a couple ribs. I must’ve done something to my ankle on the branch when you ninja-flipped me, and landed on my left side, although better than my neck I suppose,” he added as an afterthought.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Clint let his anger out, now that he knew Tony wasn’t dying or something. “You know I’m a trained combatant, that sneaking up on me in the dark, in a tree no less, is a terrible idea! Probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, and honestly? I thought you were supposed to be a genius and I let it go when you pulled out your reactor just to start a fire faster but seriously, what is wrong with you!?”

Tony was staring at him petulantly, and Clint was reminded of a toddler in trouble. “Can I answer now or do you need to let off more steam?” he had the gall to be sarcastic and raise an unimpressed eyebrow at Clint. He was so tempted to punch the man in the nose and honestly? He’d probably do it if Steve wouldn’t kill him for it.

“That’s it, I’m leaving you here on your own. You can figure out how to hop on one leg back to camp because I can’t handle you right now.” He stood up and began to walk away.

He couldn’t actually be walking away, right? He was joking, he had to be. “Wait! No, I’ll shut up just help me get to the tent at least.”

Clint closed his eyes and counted to ten. How Steve dealt with this all the time was a mystery for the ages. He walked back and silently helped the smaller man up, to lean on him. Tony kept his mouth shut, limping back to camp, where Clint unceremoniously dropped him outside the tent. The fire was still slightly burning embers, so he scooted over, shivering. Clint watched him curl up, one arm cradled awkwardly to his chest, the other wrapped around his knees, and his injured ankle gingerly placed on the ground while he just stared into the glowing embers with a thousand-yard-stare.

The sight made Tony look so small. The anger bled out of Clint, leaving behind exhaustion and pity. He sighed, setting about to rekindle the flames. When he settled down on the other side of the fire, Tony still hadn’t looked away from the flames. “Look,” Clint said tiredly, but Tony didn’t react. “I’m sorry I flew off the handle,” he tried.

Tony shook his head slightly, almost imperceptible. His lips barely moved as he murmured, “Don’t apologize, I deserved it.”

This was going nowhere. He was clearly in one of his Stark-patented sulks. “I guess we’ll leave in the morning?” Tony made a movement that might have been a one armed shrug, but it was hard to tell. Clint thought he caught a mumbled ‘yeah, whatever’ but his hearing aids could only do so much. “Tony, please, talk to me.”

His eyes slid up, meeting Clint’s, but he otherwise remained unmoved. “What.”

God, it was like pulling teeth. Clint growled in frustration, tugging at his hair for a moment. “Can you just, I don’t know, explain it to me?”

“Explain what? I’m really not sure why you’re mad at me,” Tony finally reacted, shifting to face Clint more fully. He looked stricken. “I thought we were having a fun weekend, and then I find out you’ve been, I don’t know, sitting on something about the arc reactor instead of just telling me you were upset, and I don’t know what to think! I can get it if you hate me, it would make sense, but this up and down where one minute you’re telling me about your scars so I’ll feel better and the next you’re yelling at me like a child, I just don’t know what you want.”

The sudden, overwhelming desire to laugh took hold of Clint for a moment, but he thankfully stifled it. There’s no way Tony would take that well. “I’m not really sure how we got to this point either, to be honest. I think,” but Tony stopped him with a finger in a ‘wait a minute’ gesture.

“If we’re about to really get into this, I need to get comfortable,” he started trying to scoot himself over toward the tent with one leg, on his butt, and only the opposite arm to balance. It was stupid. Clint jumped up and was over to the tent in minutes.

“For god’s sake, Tony, just ask me to get something for you.”

“Fine.” And he didn’t need to look so offended at being helped. “Can you grab me my hoodie jacket with the flask?”

Clint watched Tony take a long drag of his liquor while he settled himself back on the ground. Tony motioned with his hand for Clint to continue from before, placing the hoodie on his lap like a blanket. “Okay, that for one. Why do you have a flask this weekend? Do you always have one?”

Tony stared at the container in his hand. “Old habits, I guess. My dear old dad gave me my first one when I was a kid. Always having it with me kind of made me feel like we had something in common.” The bitterness laced through his words. It did give them something in common, Tony knew it. He probably drank too much. But he never piloted the armour drunk, didn’t put others at risk, and that was good enough for him.

“Scratch that, that’s a can of worms we can save for another time.” Tony grimaced but said nothing. “I think there’s been some undercurrent to our interactions lately that I’m not sure what it is, but there’s a tension. Like none of our games are just games anymore, maybe.”

Tony thought about that. “You might be onto something. I admit I’ve been even more averse to losing than usual.”

“I’ll take some of the blame for that, too.” Clint admitted. “I compete with everyone, but I definitely feel more invested when it’s you.”

Tony nodded, like that rang true for him as well. “You’re my only competition,” he said.

That stopped Clint’s line of thought short. “What? Why?”

Tony unscrewed the flask, thought better of it, and screwed it shut again. “Well think about it. Out of the official team, Coulson not included because he helps more in the background, you’re the only other normal human. You and I don’t have anything but our natural skills and tech.”

A lot of little things began to click into place for Clint. “This is about belonging on the Avengers, isn’t it,” it wasn’t a question. Tony nodded, expression twisted in a self-deprecating smile. “I can relate to that. We both have to work harder to keep up with the others. I always thought that’s why we worked so well together, we have to hold each other up to the standards of all the powered ups. I don’t want it to be a competition where one of us belongs and the other doesn’t, I would lose.” He let out his own self-deprecating chuckle.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, you win at everything! My only thing is my genius, and you’re plenty intelligent yourself, so where does that leave me? Sure, I’ve got the money, but I’ll keep funding everyone even after I die. And I’m not going to be able to do this forever, I’m getting older, what if I get alzheimer's or something?” There was a frantic note to his tone.

“And what if I go blind or get a permanent injury? Tony, any one of us could be permanently benched for a number of reasons, except maybe Thor. Even Bruce sometimes can’t control the Hulk, and that makes him a liability. Steve and Nat are hardly invulnerable. That’s the business, everything is fluid and tentative.”

Fuck it. Tony took another couple swallows from the flask. “What are we supposed to do with ourselves when we’re done with the Avengers?”

Clint shrugged. It was something he had definitely thought about, but he preferred to deal with problems as they came. Tony was the one always stuck in the possible futures. “We’ll always be a family.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” They sat in companionable silence for a while, just listening to the crackle of burning wood. “Oh!” Clint startled from his thoughts, glancing up. “Where are your night vision goggles?”

“Uh, I think I left them on the ground when you fell.”

Tony tossed his over. “Here, take mine and go get them.”

Clint groaned. “Do I have to? It’s not like you can’t afford new ones.”

“Quit your griping, birdbrain. I built cameras into them so we could catch Bigfoot on film! What if he showed up while we were gone?” Tony grinned in excitement.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! I was starting to think maybe this was all a ploy just for the sneaking up on me, but no, you really think there’s a cryptid out there.”

Tony looked personally affronted. “Of course I do. Cryptids are everywhere, you sad, sad, nonbeliever.”

The walk back the next morning was slow. Tony had to take a few breaks, but these injuries were child’s play for them. They were still able to joke around and have fun while they walked. “I can’t believe I finally got a Tony Talk,” Clint thought aloud as they neared the jet.

“A what?” Tony shot him an amused look.

“Oh my god, you don’t know?” They settled into their seats after Clint packed everything in.

“Know what!” Tony exclaimed impatiently.

Clint laughed. “They’re a legend. Everyone on the team had had a Tony Talk but me. It’s like a rare look at the real you that’s supposed to always be life altering.”

Tony scoffed. “That’s ridiculous, you’re making this up. Sounds like a Ted Talk.”

Clint just shook his head, smiling knowingly. “Don’t believe me? Ask the others.”

…

The Avengers had been gathered into the movie room to watch whatever Tony was demanding they watch. Everyone had already finished scolding the man for coming back from simple camping all banged up. The previous evening’s dinner had consisted of a series of lectures, followed by a hilariously flustered Tony finding out that yes, Tony Talks were a thing. He had fled the scene then, spending the night in his lab reviewing footage from their night vision goggles.

“Alright, what is this all about?” Steve asked.

“JARVIS queue up the segment we talked about. Lady and gentleman, I present to you, Bigfoot!”

Clint jumped forward off the couch, watching the footage carefully. It was clearly from his goggles on the second night, the angle odd from their spot on the ground. Sure enough, an unnaturally large humanoid figure strutted across the scene, slowed down to a frame by frame. Showed again at normal speed, the furry figure was a blur across the screen. Whatever it was was fast. Unfortunately, because it was night vision footage, Clint couldn’t make out the fine details, but even he had to admit it looked like a Bigfoot. “I can’t believe it,” he whispered as Tony cackled maniacally.            

[sugarfics]

Party Animal

A/N: hey y'all i'm back from the dead with a fantastic beasts fic that's super long. hope it's not too rambly! i hope you guys like it! (also side note: we should dismantle the stereotype of hufflepuffs being the boring house. and i totally love the idea of newt feeling safe and comfortable enough around his friends that he can just let go and have a good time bc he deserves the best. maybe a little out of character, but he's a trouble maker so i'm going with it) (also i live for bisexual newt) ••••• A little known fact about Newt Scamander was that he was actually quite the party animal. If he's with close friends and knows that his suitcase is in a safe place, it's not long before he's the one buying drinks and turning up music. Despite the preconceived notions of Hufflepuffs being gentle and shy and happy-go-lucky, everyone who was anyone knew that the Hufflepuff dormitory was where you went if you wanted to have a good time. They had a close relationship with the house elves, so Hufflepuff parties always had the best food and smuggled in booze. Staying in line with their House traits, everyone was welcome at Hufflepuff parties, making them a place where students from different houses could really interact and connect. Newt Scamander was known to help organize such parties, and after telling Tina and Queenie some of the many stories about his days at Hogwarts, they decided that they simply must experience one of these nights out with Newt for themselves. Fittingly enough, Newt's birthday was coming up, so the three of them decided to go for a night out on the town in celebration. They wound up at wizard-owned jazz bar, one that was a little livelier that The Blind Pig. The room seemed to be buzzing with energy, and the sounds of swing jazz and cheerful conversation filled the air. Tina, Queenie, and Newt all ordered a few drinks, and then went to dancing. Both Tina and Queenie were surprised at Newt's dancing skill, he was really quite talented when he let himself be comfortable and just have fun. After Newt dipped Tina to the floor, she blamed her blush on the alcohol. As more drinks were bought the songs slowly blurred together into a warm, happy atmosphere. Tina and Queenie went off to the bathroom, and left Newt alone at the bar. Newt had already had quite a few drinks, but the alcohol hadn't fully hit him yet and he had lost count, so he ordered a shot of fire whisky and a 3 shots of giggle water. He did the shot of fire whisky first, and the giggle water as a chaser. This was his first mistake. When Tina and Queenie came back from the bathroom, they could not find Newt anywhere. Worrying, they searched around the bar until they found him leaning on a table talking to a guy who had a look of amusement in his eyes. The man was holding a drink of some sort, and that's when Tina noticed that Newt had a matching one in his hand, which he was spilling a little of on the floor. Newt was swaying a bit where he stood, and he was giggling and trying to use his best pick-up lines on the man across from him. They didn't seem to have quite the intended effect, considering they came out as slurred nonsense. The man looked up to see Queenie and Tina standing next to them, looking at Newt with slight concern. Queenie spoke first. "Well I hate to be the one to break up what seems to be a riveting conversation between you fellas, but I'm afraid that it's time for us to go on home." She said to the men, gently taking Newt's drink out of his hand and setting it on the table. The man at the table smiled. "He yours?" "Just a friend. He sometimes gets a little carried away, I hope he didn't cause ya too much trouble." The man laughed slightly and replied, "None at all miss, he seems like a nice fella." Tina interjected, taking Newt's arm to steady him. "Well we really should get going. Have a good night." "You too ladies!" The man said as he gave them a wave goodbye. Newt laughed happily again and slurred a flirtatious goodbye before heading towards the door with the two girls. Their walk home was manageable, but Newt would stumble every once in a while, so Tina and Queenie put his arms around them to keep him from falling on his face. The two of them were a little tipsy, but Newt had drank far more than either of them. Newt made giggly, nonsensical conversation the whole way back to their apartment. "Yknow...I think if I wasa creature I would be aaaaa....aNiffler! Yeah that's, that's the one mmhmm. And YOU-", he said attempting the point at Queenie but pointing to the left of her, "would bea fwooper. Because you like pink and fuzzy things and you're pretty." Newt said with an air of certainty. Queenie shook her head fondly and laughed. "Well that's awfully sweet of you, sugar." Once inside the apartment, Tina took Newt's coat off of him and made him drink a glass of water, as to help prevent a nasty hangover the next morning. The minute Newt hit the girls' sofa, he was fast asleep. The next morning Newt woke up slowly. His head still felt like it was swimming a little bit, and he was kind of disoriented because he didn't really remember what had happened the previous night. He recalled bits and pieces, but the were foggy and blurry. Magical alcohol tended to cause people to forget things more than muggle alcohol did, as it was much stronger. He opened his eyes and took in the setting around him. He was covered in a soft yellow blanket on a pink velvet sofa in the living room of Queenie and Tina's apartment. The radio was playing softly in the background, and he could hear Queenie humming along in the kitchen. The whole apartment smelled like blueberry muffins. "Oh good, you're awake." Newt shifted to face the voice. Tina was sitting in an armchair across from him, reading a book. "How do you feel?" She asked. "Not terrible." Newt said a little groggily. "What...happened last night?" Tina smirked. "Well, the three of us went dancing at that jazz bar last night, and you wandered away from us and we found you drunkenly hitting on some guy who bought you a drink. You were turns out from the bartender that you did 4 shots of fire whisky followed by 5 shots of giggle water, plus the drink that guy bought you. I'm surprised you were still standing." Newt felt his face blush a little at the mention of the guy at the bar. Queenie chimed in from the kitchen. "Oh darling, we were so glad we found you when we did! All those shots of fire whisky had me worried! A few more and you definitely would have been sick." Tina smiles and says "But, I do have to admit that watching you giggle uncontrollably at nothing for well over a hour was quite entertaining." Queenie playfully imitated Newt's laugh, making Newt blush even harder and sink further down on the couch in embarrassment. Tina set down her book and stood up. "That was pretty good Queenie, but I think it sounded a little more like this." With that she launched herself at Newt and dug her fingers into his stomach. Newt's eyes went wide with shock as his whole body jolted at the sensation. Seconds later he burst into giggles that sounded a lot like what Queenie had just imitated. "Tihihihinahahaha!!!" Newt squealed, squirming more violently when her hands kneaded at his sides. "What?" She said teasingly. "You're the one that let slip last night that you like being tickled! It's okay though, we both think it's very endearing. And now we have an excuse to make you laugh!" Newt was glad he was laughing so hard because it covered up the fact that he felt like his face was the color of a rose. He put both of his hands over his face and continued trying to squirm out of her reach. She tickled him for a few more moments and then let up. Newt was gasping for air with a residual smile on his face. Tina found herself staring at the rosy blush dusted across his face, accompanied by shining eyes and a bright smile. She cleared her threat a bit, not letting herself get too carried away. "Don't be embarrassed." Tina said. She ruffled his hair and headed into the kitchen. Queenie's voice came from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!" As Newt sits down at the table listening to Queenie tell them the story of a lovely guy she danced with last night, Newt felt his body fill with a warm happiness that he hadn't felt in a really long time. He smiled to himself, feeling so lucky that he had caring friends like Tina and Queenie in his life.

[opalmothnightingale]

Hope and Love’s Fluttering Wings

10- 9- 17 - 

Frail as my tiny butterfly seems love, sometimes, even if the expression is the most high and pure of things.  

Expressions aren’t lasting embodiments of reality, support,...  

Support of the body, the mind, and the soul, human self, daily life, problems and illnesses, and mental illnesses and the suffering of loved ones and the drought of the heart as it trudges about its daily mundane round of boredom and exhaustion,..  

and confusion... and brain chemical imbalance and whatever else that makes mental and physical health seem so far out of reach,... 

 Makes love feel precarious.  

But when I find a bit of love so pure, I want to appreciate it.  I have a source of love in my life, daily, ongoing...  My daughter.  But how long will that pristine well of love remain strong, untainted and pure and high and happy?  

I remember when my sister was a child, I had a sort of premonition...  An ongoing one, a feeling, that she was so very happy as a child.  I couldn’t believe the sheer joy and happiness, silliness, playfulness she had...  

And I had no reason to think she wouldn’t grow up to be that way, and be full of life, friends, well being, thriving, a naturally happy person...  There was nothing to tell me that wouldn’t be the case.  

But something in me felt something, a strong niggling feeling,...  Oh no, this joy will not last, will be destroyed, dashed down and cast into the mud.  Why did I feel that?  I had no reason.  

I was several years her elder, and not yet depressed myself, at the age when I started having this worrying precognitive feeling about her.  I thought it was just an odd irrational feeling, and I was wrong, because surely this joyful, light, giggly creature could never become full of sadness and pain.  

Yet she did...  She grew full of pain and sorrow, depression, agony, self-loathing, loneliness, feeling like an outsider, alone and abandoned and...  I guess I feel the same way about love when it lights on me, like a butterfly, appreciating me, my flower needing it to pollinate.  

I look for the light but I honestly assess all these feelings that are there, and I take them in.  I try to see what they are, what’s real, what to do with them...  Why I feel love and joy are fragile, trembling, butterfly wings of ephemerality?  What can I do to find a more constant source..�� I try to find these answers.

Ask the universe, too, how may I find these things in my life, before I die, and keep them all the way to my death and into the next life?  Not that mental joy, that theoretical, abstracted joy and love that I have...  No I mean the true confident, strongest of joys that thrives in life because it knows it is so strong it will thrive and is not some frail candle in a lantern, held close and trudged so cautiously against the wind and the edge of the cliff face path?

And how can I remain safe if I lost my daughter’s well of happiness and love?  In whatever morbid ways I feel compelled to face, like she died before me, or she and I grew to hate and not be close any longer?  Or she grew so terribly depressed or confused or something?  

These are the dark things, among others, that I feel compelled to admit humbly before god that I can’t bar out, can’t promise to control,..  Forgive me.  

Protect me.  I need Spirit’s help.  But if spirit doesn’t help and prevent even when I try to help myself and pray and spirit is supposed to help those who help themselves,...

And yet,.. I think, it’s not so straightforward as that...  Then what?  Then is there still a light in the tunnel?  A light to thrive and not just be able to die in peace if I can’t live through the pain?  Where and what and how, then, spirit?  

What light can afford peace and love and joy even in all this?  

Yes,...  What possibly could do that?  I think there is one but I need to remember and keep it safe, like a magic potion I turn to in the worst of times, so I don’t forget or lose it, because forgetting what it is, where it is, how to find it, or losing it, that seems likely if I don’t keep it in a special place, knowing just where it is,... and what it is,... and how to find and use it, and believing in it, despite all the dark at bay around it and me, facing life just as it is and as it must be, not denying.

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“You can’t control me like you can your little puppets, can you?”

The human was trying to be tough; it was clear in his tone and expression that he thought he had the control here, not the demon. It was laughable, seeing Gage believe that he was able to fight Blaine and win. Or rather, that he was able to force his soul back into him and make him weak again, get him to feel again. The demon was strong, even stronger than most considering he still had his magic, so this human wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything to him. So the demon couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the question.

Even more amusing was that he seemed to think Blaine would even be able to cope with his soul back. He’d been quite the pathetic human, ruled by his emotions and forever fearing the suffering of others. Amusing that Gage seemed to think that the memories wouldn’t destroy Blaine. On top of that, his magic had turned dark and would now forever be tainted with it. He could plunge his soul back into him, but there was no correcting that. The darkness would haunt him for the rest of his human life, would almost consume him and the human version of himself – ugh – would struggle not to continue to use dark magic, if it were to ever come to that – which it wouldn’t.

But the most entertaining part? Gage had seemed to forget how much Blaine knew about him, how much knowledge he had that he could use to his advantage. Human and demon, Blaine knew him better than anybody, and he could easily find ways of manipulating the boy if he wanted, especially now that he could feel pain and guilt and hurt and everything.

A twisted grin curled at Blaine’s lips. This was going to be fun.

“Are you quite sure about that?” His tone was challenging, closing the distance between himself and the human, lifting a hand to caress his cheek as he let his facial features fall into something more sympathizing. Fake, of course. “Oh, honey… I guess you must be right. Now that you have those emotions of yours, why would you listen to a soulless thing like me? Hm?” He brushed his thumb across his skin, gently, almost lovingly. “You wouldn’t. You have no reason to. I have no control over you at all. Although…”

He let his grin fall back into place then, eyes growing dark as he let his hand fall from Gage’s face, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were soulless, too, not too long ago, weren’t you? Do you remember all those people you killed? How many of them you slaughtered and tortured and how much you enjoyed it? Don’t you miss that feeling? The thrill of the fear on their faces and the blood on your hands?” He tilted his head slightly as he gave a questioning hum.

Beaming – he could see that he was getting somewhere with his Gage, bringing up that guilt Blaine could so easily use against him – the demon spun on his heels and talked as he took a few steps away from him. “Don’t you miss not feeling? I don’t have to think about guilt or fear or any of that silly human stuff; I can just sit back and enjoy the show. I do so miss my emotionless Gagey, so forceful and compelling… and he possessed such an incredible need to kill.” He gave a dramatic, longing sigh.

A pause, and then he continued, grin reforming and head held high. “You didn’t have to think about any of the guilt, either. No pain. No fear. You never even had to be afraid of dying. You must be in so much pain right now, my sweet one. All of that previously discarded guilt building up and coming back to you.” It was admittedly quite difficult to read the human, though he held his tone, confident that one way or another, sooner or later, he would have that thing torn out of him and abolished. He faked a worried frown once more, arms falling to his sides. “You don’t have to go through this anymore. You never have to go through this again. You can be happy and free, and you can do whatever you want with your life.”

All of the ammo Blaine felt he could use against the demon, he was. Everything he could think of to stir his emotions, to use them against him, half to prove that he could, in fact, control Gage, thank you very much, the other half for taking further steps to fulfill his larger goal: to recover his version of Gage. “And your friends, they must be so upset with you. Every time they look at you they must see what you’ve done, the monster they think you were, the deaths you’ve caused and the suffering you’ve created. That must be so lonely, knowing the only people you have to surround yourself with not-so-secretly resent you.”

A hum, then, as he paced towards him once more. “Don’t you miss having a companion who would stand by you through it all? Don’t you miss me, your one true love? We could do anything together. Anything we wanted, we could take with no cost, and gosh was it fun.” He pressed himself close to him, wrapping his arms around his neck and keeping his expression as gentle and caring as his emotionless heart could muster. “I love you. You love me.”

“No more pain. No more suffering. Your one true love back… think about it.”

send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

The usual excitement of arriving at Gage’s bubbled inside of Blaine, his grin wide and bright when he popped into the room. Just for a second, his brow furrowed, confused as Gage was nowhere to be seen. There was no time to panic or worry, though, his lover’s location becoming immediately apparent, making a small giggle leave the witch.

Gage must have lost track of time, thinking it was earlier than it was because his voice echoed from the bathroom loud and clear. Blaine approached, slow and silent, not wanting to make his appearance known as he knew the hunter would stop if he knew he was there. As the distance closed, it began to dawn upon him that Gage was quite the singer. An incredible one, at that. Actually, Blaine would have thought that Gage was as passionate about it as he if he hadn’t known better.

The witch had never actually heard him sing. Not quite like this, anyway. Sure, some whispered words while Blaine was falling asleep. On one occasion he’d sung a pretty good rendition of Say You Won’t Let Go to him, but it had still been nervous, unsure, nothing like this was now. This was loud and unashamed – granted, under the belief that no one could hear, but still, Blaine was proud and amazed at how good Gage sounded. Maybe it was a little unfair for him to keep listening while Gage sang his heart out, knowing he wouldn’t be if he’d known Blaine was there, but he couldn’t help himself.

When he did finally make his presence known with a please, giggly ‘hi Gage,’ his boyfriend jumped a mile, a yelp cutting off the tune. “Sorry, sorry!” Blaine continued, the giggling coming to a stop. Now he did feel bad. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was perfect. Incredible, you should sing more often.” And he wasn’t just saying that to try to make him feel better; he really thought that Gage was one of the best singers he’d heard. Like, ever. So maybe he was a little biased, but he was certain anyone else would feel the same if he was brave enough to show them.

With a grin, he tested the door to see if it was locked. As he’d suspected, it wasn’t locked – no need when you’re home alone anyway, right? So Blaine merely peeked his head around the door, still smiling broadly, as he continued. “Perhaps you could sing to me more often? We could even duet if it made you feel more comfortable, having someone singing with you. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything that makes you uncomfortable, but- wow, Gage.”

‘  don’t pretend to know my pain.  ’ 

The words left Blaine breathless, frozen for a moment. He didn’t know how to help Gage with this. How could he? The hunter was right; Blaine didn’t know his pain. There was pain of his own, plenty of it, an abundance of it, but it was the opposite side of things. He knew the pain of losing the man he loved to a creature who twisted him, turned him into something he wasn’t. He knew the pain of seeing his friends killed by said loved ones, of believing he and them would never be back. Of being taken, being told he would be changed and twisted, too.

But Blaine didn’t have the blood on his hands, the memories of taking and destroying people’s lives in seconds. He didn’t have so many people hating him over a thing that was inside of him, a thing he couldn’t control. He didn’t have to relive the moments his friends died at his own hands, watch them become monsters.

Blaine didn’t know Gage’s pain. And he admitted so, sucking in a long breath after whispering the words to him, agreeing with him. No, he didn’t know.

He had to do something, though. Watching his fiance suffering like this caused him pain, unable to stand the thought of him hurting so badly. So he closed the distance Gage had put between them, gently placing both his hands on his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss. On his tiptoes, he tenderly placed his forehead against his lover’s cheek, eyes closed, hand moving to his hair. Just for a second, he played with it, staying there.

“But I love you. I love you, and I’m with you, and that means we face this together.”

Feeling his lover’s arms come up to wrap around him, he lowered himself, letting Gage bury his face in his neck. Blaine’s own arms moved to wrap around the taller boy, holding onto him tightly, wishing that doing so could put back together the broken pieces, as though if he squeezed hard enough, the shards would meld back into one.

“I love you,” he repeated in a breath. “I love you. I don’t know your pain, but I won’t watch you suffer. I won’t. I’m here. I won’t let you go.”

[ TEXT ] Don’t tell me I can do whatever makes me happy while also saying I have to put on pants.

[TEXT] Gage, honey, you can’t live your entire life without wearing pants.

[TEXT] First of all, I am not losing the love of my life to prison because he was too stubborn to put on pants. No way. What would I tell our children? And the neighbors?

[TEXT] Plus I would miss you. And you would get cold. And if by chance you’re not arrested, you would get everyone’s attention, and I would get jealous.

[TEXT] Put on your pants.

[ TEXT ] sorry for running off in the middle of that heart to heart. free food.

[TEXT] …Why am I not surprised.

[TEXT] Wait. You ran off for free food without telling me? I want free food!

[delay]

[TEXT] But seriously, honey… we need to talk about this sooner or later. You can’t keep putting it off. Please.

[ TEXT ] If you fuck up my birthday by dying I will kick your fucking corpse.

[TEXT] I’m not going to die.

[TEXT] I’m fine. I’m going to be fine.

[delay]

[TEXT] Just don’t come here, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt. You deserve the day off. And I

[TEXT] I’m going to be fine.

[TEXT] I love you.

[ TEXT ] I have booze and I wanna give you a bj. How can you be mad at me?

[TEXT] Easily.

[TEXT] Fine. I’m coming. But you owe me, Gage Kelly Gilbert.

[TEXT] Love me?

❝ I’ll try to make it painless. ❞

Whenever Gage said something similar to that, it would hit Blaine all over again just how inhuman he had become. It wasn’t just that he was evil, enjoyed killing and causing chaos. It wasn’t just that he liked it, it was that he didn’t seem to understand anything but. There were no emotions inside of him, no real ones, nothing other than rage and maybe enjoyment when getting his own way. The demon couldn’t fathom the reasons for Blaine not wanting to lose his soul, didn’t think he had a reason to worry about how he would kill because he wouldn’t care once he was a demon. No, Gage seemed to think the main reason was the pain of it. Like if it didn’t hurt, the witch would happily go through with it.

Like all of the lives that would be lost to Blaine didn’t matter to him at all.

And that was because they didn’t matter to the demon. They didn’t in the slightest and never would while he was like this. Death and destruction was all he knew and all he would ever know.

Allowing his eyes to slip towards Gage, Blaine felt his heart break all over again. Or rather, the aching of the wounds already there – he never could heal while his love was like this. “It’s not that,” he whispered, sucking in a shuddering breath. But how could he explain to Gage? He wouldn’t understand anyway, he never had understood even the slightest. The demon would continue to try to manipulate him into agreeing, to make him think it was the best option for Blaine. It wasn’t. But he needed Gage to stop, and he needed to make him stop in a way that wouldn’t get him maimed to death.

“I don’t care about the pain, Gage,” he whispered, tearing his gaze away again, feeling sick just looking at him. He appeared almost hopeful, like he believed that he would truly have Blaine by his side one day, and the obsession – not love, he couldn’t feel love – in his gaze served only to torment the witch further.

“I don’t care about the pain at all. It’s… I…” he trailed off, unsure of how to finish without angering him. Because if he told him the truth? If he told him and actually got through to Gage, made him finally believe that Blaine couldn’t stand the thought of one day becoming a killer? That could only trigger his wanting to do it anyway, to take his soul by force, rather than waiting for Blaine to change his mind. The witch didn’t want Gage to think there was a chance that he’d decide to have his soul removed, but the moment he knew it was true would be the moment Blaine’s fate was sealed. “I just… don’t want to become a demon. I’m happy being the way that I am. I… I don’t want blood on my hands.”

And he left it at that. Because that was all he could do.

💐  your muse giving mine flowers

Every other day, the excitement and relief of knowing Blaine would be with Gage that night would be what kept Blaine going through the day. It was a wonder the remaining students at McKinley hadn’t figured that something was going on, given the shift in Blaine’s mood. Though, he supposed, they had their own things to keep busy with, that they had more than enough of their own plates. Besides, the people who weren’t close to Blaine had been keeping their distance, him being the boyfriend of the guy who killed everyone, and all.

Regardless, that very boyfriend was waiting for him in his apartment, and there wasn’t a lot that could shadow Blaine’s anticipation for that. Each night they spent together was an escape from the terror of the rest of their lives – at least until one of them woke with a nightmare, or they thought too much about the outside of their safe bubble. Even when they did, even when things were dark and scary and seemed hopeless, they had each other, and that was enough to get them through it all.

What Blaine hadn’t been expecting on this particular night was for the apartment to be empty when he arrived, flitting in out of thin air. “Gage?” he called, brow furrowed as he began to search for his love. But no, he definitely wasn’t home. Odd. Really odd. He was always here when Blaine arrived, always there to hold him only seconds after seeing him, and yet… he wasn’t.

As the fear began to rise in his throat, the fear that the worse had happened – Gage had been taken again, or worse, was dead – he spotted the bouquet of flowers sat on the table. Breath caught in his throat, he reached for them, lifted them, and immediately relaxed as he saw the note on them.

They were a gift for Blaine, of course, a way of making up for Gage not being there yet, who was stuck at work. A breathy laugh left him as a wave of relief washed over him, a tear – stupid tear – building in his eyes. Of course, his mind would immediately jump to the worst conclusion, and Gage would be the hopeless romantic he was and leave him flowers instead of a text or a note. God, he loved that man.

😈 - My muse crawling on your muse and pressing their hips against your muse’s crotch

Possessiveness. Usually, that was Gage’s thing. The hunter always wanted to ensure that people knew Blaine was his and his only, and the witch had no problem with that at all. It was cute sometimes, attractive other times, and the rest of the time it was way hotter than Blaine ever thought he would find the quality. Either way, it wasn’t something he would ever try to change in his lover.

This time, though, it was him being possessive. Maybe also a little jealous. Seeing his fiance interact with his co-worker who was so clearly interested in Gage -- who could blame him -- switched something inside of the witch, making him needy, and perhaps a little irrational. Gage was his. And he was Gage’s. And that guy wouldn’t be with Gage. Although there was nothing to prove to the hunter -- Blaine knew he adored him -- he hadn’t been able to help himself, the emotions building up inside him when they left, the witch not wanting to cause a scene.

And now they were on the couch, Blaine moving to straddle Gage’s lap, wrapping his arms around him. The hunter seemed surprised, but Blaine didn’t take his time to assess his expression, instead, moving one of his hands to cup the side of Gage’s face, the other to his hair. The little remaining distance vanished as the witch pulled him into a deep kiss, urgent, passionate, desperate. He was Gage’s, goddammit, not that guy. It didn’t matter that he’d been hitting on Gage and trying to flirt because Blaine had this and the way his fiance pulled him closer and held him tight reassured him of that.

“I love you,” he whispered against his lips, voice weak and breathy. “I love you, and I’m yours. All yours. Just yours.” Then he kissed him again, this time pressing his tongue into Gage’s mouth, the sound the hunter made stirring heat inside of him. With that, he slowly lowered his hips, pressing impossibly closer to his lover and whining for more contact. It wasn’t enough.

They both seemed to have the same idea, momentarily shifting to remove their shirts, starting with Blaine’s. It wasn’t fast enough. He was Gage’s, and he wanted to show the man just how much he loved and wanted him, and he wanted to do it now.

Finally both shirtless, the hunter began to press kisses to Blaine’s neck, and he took the opportunity to speak, to beg for Gage. A shudder ran up his spine as his fiance’s lips brushed over a particularly sensitive area. “I want you,” he murmured. “I want you in me. I... please. Please. Can we- can I ride you?” Hands returning to Gage’s hair, he continued, voice only becoming more desperate. “Please. I need it. I’m yours, and I need it, and I need you, please.”