#and ‘why don’t you just pull your feet away~? oh yeah- you can’t even scrunch those toes~’ 🍽🍽🍽

[toadallytickles]

Is there any particular spot you really like being super ticklish on your victim lee? I think you've said before you like tickling anywhere, but is there any spot that makes you go "Aw yeah! Their ___ is their deathspot!"?

This is a really good question too, ugh! I do like to say my favourite spot is their death spot, and you could be like Clay who is a walking death spot and I can go to town anywhere~. Though thinking about it, I do really love when the lee has super ticklish armpits and/or feet~. For me, there’s a lot to do with those spots, tickle and tease wise, and they’re both really appealing being more hidden.. and then forcibly vulnerable in bondage or stocks~. Good spots to feast on~. 🤤💕

[kithtaehyung]

ryen is this canon 3tan yoongi talent?

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now i need a hundred plushies from him 😭 he's not going anywhere 😭

“What the fuck?”

He’s laughing. You just witnessed him effortlessly grab a third plushie from a clearly rigged claw machine and he’s laughing!

“No, seriously, this is some wizard shit,” you accuse, unblinking as he bends to grab his prize before wiggling it in triumph. “How are you so good at this?”

“I’m good at everything.”

Your scoff mixes with his mirth as you spin on your heel, arms now chock full of stuffed cats and one cute little frog.

But despite not wanting to further inflate the hot air balloon that’s his ego, you’re so in awe that you can’t help but comment,

“I’ve never seen someone do that before.”

“Yeah?” Beside you, Yoongi fetches something in his pocket. “Not even your brother? I think he got something from that one once.”

“Really?”

“Oh, wait. No, that was me again.”

And the gloater of the century secures his spot.

“I’m so tired of you.”

“Wait, wait,” he huffs out. “Look real quick.”

“Huh?”

As you turn his way, you only get a split second to recognize the phone in his long fingers.

Aimed right at you.

Did he just—

Your reaction should be words, like telling him to stop, or reminding him that he shouldn’t be doing anything much less taking a picture.

But what comes out instead is a blubbering, fumbling mess, and you lunge for the phone right before he backs up, grin stretching his face in the most devilish way.

“Yoongi—!”

“Hmm?”

“What are you—”

“So cute.”

He’s still holding the phone oh god it’s a video?

“Are you recording?”

His burst of laughter gives him away, and the butterfly wings tickling your stomach make you join him, even though you’re hyper hyper hyperaware of your surroundings now.

You don’t even know where the two of you stumble to, but you’re determined to not let him get away, bright colors and lights filling the night on all sides.

Finally, you clutch his hand as you squeeze all the plushies under an arm. “Give it!”

“No!”

“Yes!” You plead through a smile as you yank it from his hand.

But when you look at the screen, you discover that the video wasn’t even being recorded. Because the red button is still sitting there untouched.

…Why are you a tad disappointed?

Yoongi’s voice comes out soft,

“I know we can’t, doll.”

And he sounds a tad disappointed, too.

Still staring at the phone, you make a decision. A quick one. A small one.

But one you make purely for him.

Switching to Photo Mode, you raise the phone up high, scrunching your face against the mini bunch of stuffed animals before capturing this moment.

And it’s not until you hand his device back to him that you realize.

Holy shit.

You really just took a selfie with Yoongi’s phone.

“Keep it,” you whisper. “Or don’t, whatever.”

He’s just staring at you, device almost limp in his hand as he stands there.

“You.. You okay?”

“Come here.”

You’re pulled in before you can question further, a chaste but full kiss planted on your lips before you’re left to your own two feet again.

“Let’s go find them,” he leads, voice low. “I think they’re almost done with the ride.”

“K,” you oblige, shyly following his sure strides and straightened back.

Smiling against a fluffy stuffed cat when you see that he’s still looking at his phone.

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3tanslices: mini-scenarios!

series: three tangerines

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Heartbroken - Rafe Cameron Blurb

fluff

Frat!Rafe x BestFriend!Reader

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+18 if you squint

📖 Based off an ask: Frat Rafe heartbroken. Wanna see him suffering a little

✨ Holy shit… I dig my heel into the ground, looking up into the night. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t you dare fuckin’ cry. ✨

She’s perfect. Fuck… Everything about her is too good to be true. She’s funny, intelligent, stunning, puts up with my shit, doesn’t try to change me. She just likes me for me.

I watch as she lifts her red SOLO cup to her lips, taking a sip. Her beautiful eyes pinch shut, nose scrunched as she tries her best not to gag. “What-” She chokes out the word through a gasp. “What the hell is this?”

“Uhh… Everclear, Hawaiian Punch, and like gin?” I chuckle.

“It’s so bad,” she laughs weakly, brushing her hand across her liquor-laced lips. I look down at her chest, catching a little dribble of booze, watching as it disappears between her tits, wondering for the nth time what it would be like to be with her finally.

Tonight. I need to make my move. We’ve been friends all semester, it’s almost over… I’ve never waited this long for anything in my life. But this is so special I don’t wanna rush. She’s everything. And tonight, she’s mine.

I step a little closer, resting my hand on her lower back pulling her in tighter to me. “Cig?”

She smiles and nods. I wrap my arms around her shoulder, leading her through the packed frat house, snaking through the mess. I catch the eyes of some of my frat brothers, the boys looking back at me with envy. How could they not?

We step through the doors onto the porch. I reach into my back pocket, snagging out a dart for her and me, watching as she pops it between her lips, following my fingers, catching the flame of my BIC. “I’m glad we could get outta there,” I smile.

“That was insane…” She chuckles as she looks at the sea of people littered on the lawn.

Just do it, Rafe.

I take a deep breath, working up the courage to ask her out. I’ve done this countless times. Why is this so fuckin’ hard? Just do it, Cameron. The fuck is wrong with you? I exhale a cloud of smoke before tossing my White Claw back, finishing it to ease my nerves.

RING. RING.

Her face brightens, causing mine to do the same, returning a little grin just seeing her smile. “Baby?” She asks. The rug gets pulled out from underneath me; my heart shattering as I hear that word on her mouth. She bites her lip excitedly, looking toward the road. “Yeah, we’re at 119 Maple Street. We can just toss your bags in Rafe’s room.” My muscles tighten as I fight back the emotion brewing in me. “Oh, Rafe. He’s just a friend. Sorry,” she laughs in my direction, slapping my chest playfully. “He’s my best friend,” she corrects herself. My gaze falls to my feet as I nod in agreement. “You’re a block away?” She squeals delightedly as she looks toward the 4-way for the Uber. “Love you too. See you in a sec!”

I stare ahead, physically unable to look at her, knowing that if I do, I won’t be able to hold it together. She has a boyfriend? She has a boyfriend that she loves? Loves… How? I reach up, brushing the tears from my eyes before she can see.

She can barely contain her excitement, running down the steps toward the car. Her boyfriend opens the cab; stepping out, his smile matches hers, the other man equally as excited to see her as she is him. The sight of all of this makes me sick.

His lips lock with hers, piercing me like a knife to the gut. Her boyfriend’s hands work down her perfect body, twisting that knife further. He’s a handsome guy… I can’t even deny it. They look good together. I’ve never seen her this happy. She’s fucking glowing: her smile, the twinkle in her eye. I’ve never seen this side of her… I wasn’t even close.

He rolls his luggage toward the frat house as the two chat and laugh. I catch the little emblem on his quarter-zip: Boston College Hockey. An athlete. He walks up the stairs, eyes locked on mine. A smirk spreads on his lips. He’s just meeting me, but he recognizes it… I’m surprised. He can see this is not how I was expecting my night to go.

“Uh, hi,” I breathe as I extend my hand, shaking his. “I’m Rafe.”

“Nice to meet you,” he responds, not even half-focused on me as he looks down at her with a smile.

“You in town for the game tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Well, to see her mostly,” he cheeses, eyeing her with the same pride I had mere minutes before as I was parading her through the house.

“Can we set his luggage in your room for now?” She asks me.

“‘Course,” I assure. Her boyfried’s hand snakes around her lower back as he leans in, whispering in her ear, making her blush. Holy shit. My chest constricts as I put the pieces together, just knowing what’ll happen behind closed doors. I’m no idiot. Those two haven’t seen each other in god knows how long… They’re gonna fuck on my bed.

“Shittt,” he groans. “I forgot my backpack.” He looks down at his phone, opening his UBER app; toggling to the chat. “Be right back,” he whispers, kissing her on the temple before walking back to the road. I look up and out into the distance, trying my best to keep my tears at bay.

I feel her hand on my arm, giving me a little squeeze. “Rafe? Is everything alright?” She asks as she looks up at me. I nod fast, contradicting my own words with my rash response.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” I press the words out, hearing my voice crack with emotion. Heat rises in my cheeks with embarrassment as well.

“Yeah. We just got back together like a week ago,” she breathes.

“I just… fuck. I,” I start, but the words are hard. “I thought there was something between you and I.” I feel my bottom lip wobble. I quickly fish out another cigarette, pinching it between my lips, flicking my lighter, struggling to get it to take.

‘Course there is…” She coos. “We’re best friends.”

Holy shit… I dig my heel into the ground, looking up into the night. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t you dare fuckin’ cry.

Her boyfriend walks up the stairs, readily pulling her attention away from me. “We’ll find you later,” she ensures, tapping me on the chest before walking away. I watch as the two disappear into the mess of people, leaving me alone. Without her.

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[giggly-squiggily]

AHHH REQUESTS I cant wait to read everything you come up with!!😭💖Since I can’t get these two out of my mind I’m going to try my luck with satosugu if any of this inspires you, feel free to switch it up in any way you like❤️

Gojo is being beyond arrogant and claims he wouldn’t even need Infinity to win a fight. Geto disagrees with “I bet I can make you activate Infinity in less than 5 minutes”

Hehehehhehhehe Yes! I love satosugu so much y'all don't even KNOW- it's been a hot minute since I've written for the boys! I've gotcha covered, friend!

CW: swearing

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“You’re full of shit.”

“And you’re full of piss.” Gojo replied back automatically, grinning around his soda. “Seriously though- I could absolutely win in a fight against you- even without my limitless ability.”

“Sure- that’s why it’s still on now?” Geto cocked a brow, watching Gojo choke on his drink. “You can’t even release it when you’re around me.”

“That’s cause I don’t want to catch your ugly.” The white haired teen grinned, laughing when Geto punched him in the shoulder. “I’m practicing holding it up for hours on end. Mr. Masamichi told me to do it- said it’d be helpful down the road.”

“That makes sense. Cursed energy is like muscles- the more you work them the stronger they get.” Still- Geto didn’t like how smug Gojo sounded a few moments ago. “I highly doubt you’d beat me without it.”

“Bet?” Gojo grinned. Got em.

“Bet.” Geto stood, getting into a fighting stance. Gojo tossed his can into the nearest recycle bin before doing the same, rolling out his shoulders. “Any last words before I kick your ass?”

“Yeah. I bet I can make you activate infinity in less than five seconds.”

Gojo grinned, a feral expression. “You’re on.”

The time was ticking- Geto and Gojo sized each other up as they crouched like alley cats; ready to fight. Gojo let his invisible aura fade.

Then- Geto struck.

“Whoa- gotcha!” Gojo laughed as he was tackled around the middle, Geto holding on tight. Was he gonna suplex him? Please- he had this in the bag. “Take this!” He raised his arms for a two handed slam when-

“GAH!” Gojo yelped when he was pulled to his feet- suddenly weakened. “No fair! No fahhahahir!”

“Yes fair, you shit!” Geto growled in his face, smirking while his hands prodded up and down Gojo’s sides. “I told you I can make you turn it back on in under five seconds!”

“Ihiiht’s nohohot on yehhehet! Aheahhahaha- yohohoohu cahahhan’t juhuhust gohhoho and tihiihihckle sohoohmeone like thahahaht! Aheahahha Suuhuhuhuguuhuuhru!” The pale haired teen swatted and shoved at Geto’s shoulders, trying his best to knock him away. Somehow in the time he was practicing Infinity, Geto was buffing up. “Whhiihihy ahahahhre yoohohu sohoohoho heheahhahavy?”

“Heavy? Oh hell nah- you did not just call me that!” Geto growled more, mock offended by the comment as he drilled into Gojo’s ribs, earning an arch and a squeal. “I’ll show you what happens when you go around calling people heavy! Take this!”

“Aheahhahahahaha! Gehahahahha nohoohoho! Nohohoht theehehhe rihiihibs! Yohoohhou’re kihihihihling mehehehehe!” Gojo thrashed and writhed like a snake, his arms pressed against his sides as his hands pinched at Geto’s collarbone in hopes of revenge tickles. “Thahahahke thahahaht!”

“Eh-ehehehehe! Iihhit’s gonna tahahke a lot more thahahn a few tihihihickles thehehre to get mehehehhe!” Geto scrunched some at the feeling, doubling his efforts to get Gojo to use his curse technique. He moved to the deadly spot near his lower ribs, pinching rapidly with four fingers.

“AH!” Gojo all but exploded into mirth, arching against him and throwing his head back in mirth. “SUHUHUHUGUHUUURUUHUHU!”

“Yes, Satoru? You know what you have to do.” Geto felt pride swell within. He was gonna get him to use it!

Gojo made a last ditch effort- reaching for Geto’s hips just as the other began drilling two fingers into that terrible spot on his waist. It was a close call, but seconds before he could make contact, Infinity kicked in- properly stopping Geto’s fingers where they were.

“Yes! AHH!” Geto’s whoop of victory was quickly cut short as Gojo squeezed his hips, making him shoot back frantically. The other teen was gasping for air, a hand on his belly and the other over his eyes as he slowly composed himself. “Goohohtcha! I told you I could mahahke you do it!”

“Nohoho..I won.” Gojo sat up, recovering fast. “You said you could make me activate it in five seconds or less. That was way longer.”

Geto didn’t have a response to that, leaving Gojo to whoop in his place. “Take that! Whoo! Why…why are you smiling at me like that.”

“A win is a win.” Geto shrugged, earning an even more confused glare. “Sure- you may have won the bet- but I got to tickle you for way longer than I planned. So thanks for that.”

Gojo blushed- another small win for Geto. “Why you son of a- COME HERE!” Flustered, the white haired teen threw himself at him, tackling him to the ground and going straight for the hips- making Geto shriek and cackle near instantly.

He didn’t regret it one bit.

Thanks for reading!

[dollfaceksj]

Could you use this ask for the next cal update 🥺 I’d feel special

i hear you baby

can’t afford love | myg (m) #8

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the only sounds now are ragged breathing

yoongi’s forehead on your shoulder

dick still buried deep in you

cum leaking out of you 🥴

it takes him a few more moments before he pulls away to look at you. “you okay?” he whispers, using the pad of his thumb to smooth out the scrunch between your brows

you nod and reach behind you on the table to grab a few tissues

he silently takes them from you as he pulls out and does his best to clean you up but to no avail

he leaves and then comes back wearing his boxers and he’s back with proper supplies to clean whatever has dripped onto the floor

all while you sit there

legs spread

fucked out

robe hanging off one shoulder which still exposes your breast that he was fondling not too long ago

after he’s cleaned it all, he tugs your robe back over your shoulder and helps you off the table

he starts cleaning the rest of the table in silence and so do you but he stops you, tells you to go wash up

you stare at him for a few seconds before listening

you go to quickly wash up and come back

by then the table has been cleaned

you start doing the dishes whilst he goes to get dressed

after you’ve finished the dishes, he peeks around the door of the kitchen. “is jun going to daycare tomorrow or is he still not well?”

you shrug your shoulders. “he’s doing a lot better, just needs to finish his antibiotics. i’ll bring him to daycare but they really can’t forget to make him take his medication.”

he slowly nods and walks further into the kitchen

“how are you feeling?” he asks, leaning against the counter opposite of you

you turn around and drape the damp towel over your shoulder. “hm,” you hum. “i feel good.”

he chuckles at your response and tilts his head to the side. “are you uh,” he pauses to look around. “gonna keep me updated?”

you frown and cross your arms. “what do you mean?”

“i mean whether you’re pregnant or not.”

oh.

you nod your head. “of course. and i can’t wait to see the look on jun’s face when he finds out he’s gonna have a sibling soon.”

yoongi nods and rubs his smooth chin with his fingers. “me too but uh…”

he’s been acting strange

???

whats up with him?

“jesus, just spit it out, yoongi.”

“have you told your mom?”

???

“told her what?”

he stares at you like you’re supposed to know but when you don’t budge, he decides to speak

“that you’re actively trying to get pregnant by your ex husband.”

oh.

right.

that.

“of course,” you say, rolling your eyes. “i just don’t tell her when i’m doing it for obvious reasons.”

he scrunches up his nose at the thought and then stares at the floor, deep in thought

you finish putting away the last of the dishes and you turn to him. “are you gonna stay for dinner? jun would be really happy.”

yeah and you too.

shut UP.

he seems to be thinking about it but with a few more cute blinks at him, he finally accepts

you then spend some time together on the couch, watching some things on tv

occasionally talking about jun

and work

and it’s nice :(

after about 2-3 hours pass, you rise to your feet, talking about how you should start cooking

“let me help you with dinner.” he rises to his feet

oh no

no

again:

too domestic

“oh, no, it’s fine. just–”

“don’t think i haven’t noticed you wobbling ever since i fucked you on that table. quit being stubborn and let me help.”

UGHHHH

why does he have to be like this

so

BLUNT

well to be fair

it’s one of the reasons why you were attracted to him

you hand him an apron and put one on yourself

he puts it on whilst you go to grab a cutting board for him

you make a space for him to start cutting vegetables

YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO COOK YOU’RE JUST DOING WHATEVER TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE YOU’RE CALM AND COLLECTED

he goes to wash his hands and takes a knife from the knife holder before starting to cut the vegetables

you gave him the workspace opposite of you so he’s not close to you

cause his proximity will only distract you

you start boiling water

and the best idea you’ve got right now is just some good ole spaghetti

you wait until it boils and then you add the uncooked pasta

you notice it might not be enough for the three of you

cause jun is gonna wanna eat when he gets back

and jun sure can put it away

you’re not sure where he gets it from because his father isn’t a big eater

but anyway

you remember having an extra pack of spaghetti in the top cabinet

on the highest shelf

so you open the cabinet

reach for it on your tippy toes

your fingertips graze it but it moves back and now you can’t reach it anymore

just as you’re about to cuss

a presence behind you almost makes your heart shout out of your throat

he rests his hand on your waist as he reaches for the pack of spaghetti

chest pressed into your back

breath fanning over your ear and neck

😂😂😂😂😂😂

so funny

😐

“here,” he says, quietly as he hands you YOUR BIGGEST ENEMY

damn this stupid pack of pasta

“thanks,” you mumble as you take it from him

he’s gone just as quickly as he came, returning to cutting the carrots and onions

you let out a deep breath, one you hadn’t even realized you were holding

this is gonna be a long day

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“are you willing to stay here while i go to pick up jun from my mom?”

he quickly nods as he settles on the couch. “of course.”

you nod and hand him the tv remote. “i won’t be long.”

but

life isn’t on your side

speak of the devil

your phone buzzes

from: mom

‘Are you home?’

why is she asking that?

hmm…

you respond with a quick ‘yes’

just as you’re walking out of the living room in your robe that you’re completely naked under….the doorbell rings

you glance at the door and then back at yoongi who is equally confused

you wrap the robe tighter around you and open the door

just to see

your mom

in her nurse clothes

holding jun

and your heart drops straight to your ass

“mom? wha–”

“work called, there’s an emergency and i need to–”

she stops when her eyes land on yoongi

fuck.

“oh?” she says as she glances at your lack of clothes and then back at yoongi

he gets up to greet her and then takes jun from her

“it’s lovely to see you. what are you doing here?” she asks yoongi with the biggest smile on her face

fuckfuckfuck

she’s always liked yoongi

but now she's ruining everything

he then blinks a few times in confusion and glances at you

busted.

you don’t know how else to tell your mom that your exhusband is here WITHOUT your son being here too

fuck

just

lie

LIE!!

“we’ve started talking again and we’re just seeing where this takes us, okay?” you quickly say, ignoring the burn of yoongi’s eyes on the side of your face

you messed up.

she slowly nods and then rubs yoongi’s shoulder. “glad to have seen you again.”

she then turns to jun and kisses his cheeks which he giggles at before she waves at you and disappears down the hall

you slowly close the door and yoongi gently puts jun down, watching as he wobbles to the living room and reaches for his toy box

the silence is unbearable

even with jun making noise

it’s like the entire building has gone quiet

yoongi turns to you with a frown and a tilted head

fuck

here it comes

he parts his lips

and his words almost make your knees buckle

“you lied to me?”

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[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

started my period last night and today even talking is exhausting so i was thinking about what bucky would be like with reader on their period who’s suffering from fatigue/exhaustion :)

Hi @brnesblogposts! I'm still half under the assumption that you might have sent this to me by accident, because I haven't had anyone talking to me in months! LOL. Anyway, I hope your period is over soon! And I hope you enjoy this little bit of what my brain came up with!

How many trips could you possibly make to the bathroom in one evening? you thought as you hobbled back to the couch. The cramping pain in your lower abdomen was unrelenting and you were exhausted.

Since the age of fifteen, you had suffered from debilitating period pains just before and as your period started. It usually meant missing a day of school and now work. You’d beseeched your doctor for a cure, but nothing seemed to abate the anger your uterus seemed to have. The pill. It had helped a little.

Flopping down on the sofa, you pulled your knees up towards you and groaned into the nearest cushion.

“Doll?” Bucky’s concerned voice floated across the living room.

You had just moved in with your boyfriend. He had never seen you like this before because you had always hidden away on days like these. Now you regretted keeping this from him as you were in no mood to explain the issue to him.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he rushed over and sat down beside you on the couch. Bucky’s eyes were wide with fear. “Are you sick? Do we need to go to the hospital?” he asked, a little frantically.

You couldn’t help but snort into the cushion. He was a real worrier sometimes.

“I’m fine, it’s fine, I’ll be just fine,” your muffled voice tried to convince him of the fact, even though you didn’t feel it.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Trust me, period pain is not a reason to visit the emergency room.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

You looked up dismally, into Bucky’s weary face.

“No.” You didn’t want to add any more tension into his already stressful day.

“Have you taken any ibuprofen?”

You shook your head.

“Can I get you some?”

“Please,” you nodded.

As Bucky wandered into the kitchen, a sharp stab told you that you needed to take another trip to the toilet.

This was just too exhausting but you didn’t want Bucky to see you cry but when you went back to the living room, you couldn’t stop tears rolling down your face.

Not because of the pain, but because you had the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Bucky had piled the coffee table with several forms of pain killers, a steaming mug of tea, a variety of cakes and a hot water bottle.

“Oh Buck,” you whispered.

He smiled and beckoned you back to the sofa. As you settle yourself into a comfortable position, Bucky covered you with a blanket and handed you some pills, along with your favorite fruity tea. Gently he placed the hot water bottle onto your tender abdomen and pulled your bare feet into his lap. You moaned quietly as Bucky massaged your feet with his deft fingers.

All of his comforting measures were starting to take effect and you found yourself nodding off. You jerked awake, almost kicking Bucky in the face in the process.

“Woah, it’s alright, you’re fine. Just go to sleep.” He stroked your legs gently.

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can.”

“Not unless you want there to be a huge patch of blood on the sofa when I wake up.”

Bucky scrunched up his nose.

“Exactly!”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to -”

“No, you were right with the ick face.”

“Doll, you were in a lot of pain earlier.”

“Yeah, it sucks.”

“Shouldn’t you see a doctor?”

“I did, I’ve tried everything. I just have to suffer it seems.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged. “It’s no big deal. Just gotta ride it out once a month!”

“I could -” Bucky tried to search for the right words.

“Be here with me?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

[acontrariis]

chapter 1. the eyrie

pairing. Aemond Targaryen x OC word count. 2k warnings. mention of death.

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The stone walls, tall and strong, were as cold as the iron shekels of a slave cutting into her skin, suffocating every breath she managed to take. 

She wondered if this was what dying felt like. 

You could find that out if you just took a step forward…

- “Vienna!” 

Her thoughts were interrupted by her caretaker’s cry. 

Marmee had been running around the palace for a good hour trying to find her, her swollen feet tired from the exercise. 

- “What are you doing here? I told you it’s time to get ready for dinner.”

- “But I don’t wanna have dinner with them. They are old and mean and smell funny. Why do we have to stay here?”

The sad expression from the child she loved as her own broke Marmee’s heart. She would give anything to take her away, back to her life, away from the prison their family desperately wanted to trap her in, but she knew better and had already been warned many times before. 

- “This is what’s best for you, child, I already told you. Come on, now. Behave.”

She hated that word. They kept repeating it ever since they got to this place. Behave. The 10-year-old quickly learned that just meant to do whatever the adults wanted her to and, usually, she would, but today she didn’t feel like it. Deciding she would much rather sit on the window overlooking the abyss, she continued her drawing as if the woman was a mere fly on the wall.

- “Vienna Targaryen, I swear…”

- “She’s crying again.”

The statement stopped Marmee’s exclamations and made her freeze. It took her a minute to process it. Not because it was new or because she didn’t know what the little girl meant, but because she wished she didn’t. It had been years since her dreams started, the dragon cries filling her nightmares as a cursed lullaby, but lately she could hear them even awake. She could feel her, even when awake. Letting out a tired sigh, Marmee extended her arms to her. 

- “Come on, you know I can’t climb up there.” 

After a few minutes of silence.

- “I’ll give you a treat if you come down from there.”

At the mention of a treat, Vienna quickly lifted her head, so fast a muscle was almost pulled and seeing Marmee’s smile, she knew she’d lost. Reluctantly, a pout in sight, the child grabbed her drawing and crayons and jumped into the woman’s arms, who caught her with a huff.  

- “Here we go, now.” 

Marmee cradled the child like a baby and started walking towards her room. 

- “You know, you’re just as stubborn as your mother.”

As usual, the little girl would blush at the comparison with her mother, a shy smile sneaking into her face. 

- “Yeah?”

- “Oh, yes. That temper, dear heavens. And your father…” 

She shook her head as if the mere thought frightened her, triggering a giggle from Vienna. 

- “You have his eyes and his brattiness. Everything has to be exactly how you want it, when you want it.” 

The playful scolding from the maid prompted the childish giggles. This proved to be the best way to calm the little girl, the stories from her parents filled the memories she should have had and eased the ache in her heart. Thanks to this, she was able to get her to her chambers and standing on the wooden bench as she changed her dress and fixed her hair. 

- “Wanna know a secret?”

At this, Vienna’s eyes lightened in expectation, the curiosity almost making her jump from the little stool. 

- “It is said…” 

Marmee spoke softly as she finished tying her dress, so only Vienna could hear 

- “...that the dragon that cries for you has scales of the darkest wine in the Seven Kingdom…” 

The wide-eyed expression of the Princess made her share an affectionate smile 

- “…and when the sun hits them, they shine as amethysts would… just like a certain little girl’s eyes.” 

A scrunched up nose and a wide open smile was the response she got. 

- “I know it makes you sad, but I need you to be strong, okay?” 

Vienna’s eyes lowered, the smile now gone.

- “Remember, it’s not time yet for you two to reunite, but this wonderful gift you have been given is something you must treasure, as painful as it can be at times.”

Letting out a sigh, Vienna reluctantly nodded at her and came down from the stool. Before she left, Marmee’s voice stopped her. 

- “And remember…”

- “No one must know I can hear the dragons, I know.”

With one last instruction to go straight to the dining room, Marmee let her go, wishing she could go with her.  

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Dinner time at The Eyrie was a particular experience she had never witnessed before coming here; in the months they had been there she still hadn’t grown accustomed to the unspoken rules that everyone but her seemed to know. 

One she learned quickly was that she mustn’t speak of her mother. Her father was a fair topic, as long as Lady Arryn was in the room. The woman seemed to gloat with every mention of his name, and took a particular interest in reminding her how sad it was that she never got to experience his love. 

However, at the minor mention of her mother, the room would go silent, followed by some unrelated comment, hurriedly spoken after the silence went on too long. 

The long table filled with all kinds of food and surrounded by men and women reminded her of the Queen’s Court Marmee used to tell her about. The sight of it intimidated her at first, and she would be lying if she said it had gotten better. The vicious viper eyes followed her every move, dissected every word and gesture, and made her feel so incredibly small, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to reach the table. 

- “Nice of you to join us, Vienna.” 

The sharp voice stopped her as all the eyes in the room directed at her. Her mouth automatically opened to an apology. 

Breathe, don’t stutter. 

The calm whisper served as a warning, a helpful reminder that had saved her many times from making a fool of herself. The first time she heard it, it almost made her fall off her chair. The soft murmurs that imposed over the rest of the noise, drowning even her own thoughts. 

They’d started a few years ago, she wasn’t certain exactly when. She didn’t know why they started or where they came from, what even were they was something she didn’t understand. They were just there, in the back of her mind, sometimes louder than others. 

This was something she hadn’t even told Marmee, it was not easy to explain how the voices felt as if they had always been there and they were just now coming to be known by her. 

As she took her seat, the customs proceeded as usual, empty conversations filled with mean spirited gossip and hatred. Vienna had learned to tune it off, paying enough attention to know when a response was expected from her, not that it happened very often. 

She was to be seen and not heard, the voices had told her, and they were never wrong. Bits of the conversation were picked up by her as she slowly ate her food, something about a marriage, she wondered whose, and why were they discussing people’s hair? 

- “The black-haired Targaryens seem to be a trend the last few years.”

As the room filled with laughter, the product of a joke everyone seemed to know but her, Vienna's face furrowed. At least that she understood referenced her too, but her mother’s hair was black, she had seen the paintings, of course she would have black hair. 

That’s not what they mean. 

She huff, a bit frustrated. 

They rarely explained things properly, making it harder to understand certain things. Sometimes, the voices were so many and so loud that she would feel dizzy, unable to pick apart one from the other. Focused as she was on the confusion swirling her mind, she almost missed the most important statement of the entire evening. 

- “Nevertheless, it will be a fruitful join of the families, as it was approved by the King himself. This marriage will surely bring prosperity to both houses, and Vienna will make a beautiful bride.”

That stopped her train of thoughts. A shocked cough resonated as the young child choked on her food. Who will what? 

This is not good.

She couldn’t agree more. 

⸺

As a show of good relations and to straighten the bond between the families, a marriage was proposed, they later explained. The youngest brother of Lady Arryn would marry the youngest daughter of the Targaryen. Important to mention the old lady Arryn had last given birth decades before the bride-to-be would even be born, so, young would not be the first word to come to mind when looking at him. 

A marriage is a political tool in the games the Monarchy plays. You’ll understand better when you’re older. 

Marmee had told her once, in their preparations before coming back “home”. Unfortunately, not even all the chess strategies in the world could prepare her for being a child bride. She understood what was expected of her, she had to obey and follow her family’s wishes, but seeing the pain and rage in Marmee’s eyes, the girl couldn’t help but rebel against it. 

Maybe they could run, leave and be free from them. 

What about your dragon? Are you going to leave her too?

Of course she didn’t want that, none of them did, that was the only reason they had even come back in the first place. 

Noticing the silent girl immersed in her thoughts, Marmee stopped the whirlwind in her mind about the idiotic family and how the constant inbreeding had affected their last surviving brain cells. She had to remain calm.

- “We’ll figure this out, I promise.”

The words, although appreciated, did little to calm her. Not a single wink of sleep was caught that night. Tired and anxious, she instructed the girl to follow along as usual, she would fix this, she said. 

The relations between the couple-to-be were encouraged, afternoon strolls and accompanied meals were set while the preparations were made.

- “We shall ride to King’s Landing and pay our respects to the King and Queen, of course.” 

And then directed his eyes to the silent girl. 

- “You’ve never been, right? It’s a wonderful place. The late Prince’s funeral was held there… of course you wouldn’t know…”

It was well known the baby had been missing from the parents' funeral. Marmee had been too afraid they tried to take her, so she took her away and kept her hidden for as long as she could, until the nightmares were too much for the kid to bear. 

She pondered the options for years, as she watched the child grow, develop a mind of her own and begin to ask questions, what she had to do became clearer by the day. She never expected this to happen, though. 

Three days later the group parted, three carriages filled with people and presents expected to arrive in 9 days time.

⸺

The party never made it to the Capital. 

A terrible accident had occurred, some said, Lord Arryn’s body was found two meters into the deep of the woods, too disfigured to make any identification if it wasn’t for his trusted squire being the sole witness of the misfortune. 

A black haired beast, the terrified man had said, with teeth as sharp as a dragon’s claw ripped the carriage in half and shredded my lord’s figure like the skin of a juicy boar. 

His screams were lost in the dark of night, no one in sight to help as they had, conveniently, wandered too far from the rest of the company. 

The news soon reached Lady Arryn, who enraged and in fear, banished the girl and her companions from her land. She couldn’t prove it, the woman said, but they’d killed him. When asked about it, not a single explanation was given. 

“They’re witches'' she repeated “Her mother was one too, she cursed them all before she died.” and then, in a small voice, she would add “That girl will be the ruin of the Targaryen.”

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Mismatched Twins - Take Four

“Tell me again why we can’t just teleport?”

The injured turtle clutches at Donnie as he leaps from one floating rock to another, face pressed against his shoulder at the sudden changes in gravity. Like any Leonardo predictably would, he’s doing his best to pretend that each jump isn’t affecting him. Donnie knows that the ribs pressed against his carapace have to be causing some discomfort, even if they do have a solid layer of plastron.

He keeps refusing Donnie’s offers to break, so Donnie presses on.

He’s only a few pounds heavier than April, probably due to the shell, but Donnie’s spent years dragging things around the lab, so he knows his endurance can last far longer than his body believes that it can. Though, it has been driving him nuts, that something about his physique has felt oh-so-remotely off since he… arrived in this prison, but he’s doing his best to think about important things.

Not the small fire burning his ankle or the nail in his shoulder every time Leon moves his arm even lightly. Things like, getting home to the brothers that watched him… transport away at April’s hands and who have probably written him off as dead.

He has to get home. They have to know he’s okay.

“Leonardo.”

Donnie grips the rock as he gets his footing, grateful for the strange pulls of gravity between the masses that occur in Dimension X and this strange, broken dimension. He doesn’t know how long he’s been moving, but the fluid jumps ease the burden.

“Ninpo… batt’ry low.” His companion sounds tired, but he’s still conscious, and that’s really want Donnie cares about. “Can’t re…charge. Need to pre…preserve it.”

“Inconvenient.” Donnie mutters as he finally locates a good area for a pit stop. “Stay with me, Leon. Just a few more bounds.”

“Not sleeping.” Leon mumbles. “Not…asleep.”

“Keep it that way.”

Donnie hurries his pace, only stopping when he stumbles and almost loses his balance. He takes a couple breathes, ignoring the fuzz in his peripheral. Leon notices and offers his continuous, halfhearted, “Put… medown. I can w…walk.”

“Don’t see much of a point.” He states cooly as he soldiers on, “We’re practically there.”

Leon shifts, “Where..?”

“Hopefully, a safe place for you to rest.”

“I don’t need-”

“I’m one word away from dropping you.” Donnie lies as he finally crosses the distance. “You’re not the only turtle who could use a break, you know.”

No snappy reply to that one. Donnie tries not to let that worry him.

He sticks the landing and then carries Leon across the homestretch. There’s a small enclosure a couple feet away, not big enough for two, but wide enough for one of them to curl up in. Theoretically.

Donnie kneels down next to it and the weight drops from his back.

He’s grateful to see an exhausted, but conscious turtle surveying him apprehensively. He looks to the side, face scrunching.

“You don’t expect me to crawl… ‘n there, do you?”

“Once I’m done with your check-up, yeah.” Donnie offers helpfully, pressing hands on both sides of his jaw and checking his pupils in the relative dark. “Because I’m going to look around and I don’t want you to be a sitting duck.”

The turtle yawns and digs his phone from his belt. It’s one of those shiny, smooth, compact phones that can do a million more things than Donnie’s glorified walk-in-talkies can do. Donnie tries not to ogle as he taps the function for the flashlight and then offers it.

He mutters a thanks and pretends like the random burst of jealousy never happened as he confirms that Leon’s pupils are behaving appropriately. He turns it off afterward upon seeing the battery was nearly halfway dead, certain that they should preserve it.

Leo doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment. Upon it’s return, he immediately opens an app to flick through it.

Donnie turns off his phone and pockets it.

He earns an indignant squawk and baps the hand that reaches out.

“Too much exposure to screen light awakens the brain.” He recites the private factoid that he has never once told his brothers ever for his own sanity. “I’ll give it back once you rest.”

“If you wanted to ditch me this much, you coulda done it back there.” Leon’s grin doesn’t reach his eyes, too laced in pained exhaustion. “Would’ave saved you some time.”

“You need a nap.” He scolds, trying not to think about how much he sounds like his own bossy brother. Oh, Leo. “And I need to confirm that we’re not going to starve here.”

“Dehydration’ll get us first.” Leon points out as Donnie moves on. That’s a morbid thought, but entirely accurate. “Not if I can help it.”

“You gonna pull water from rocks?”

“Don’t exactly have any godly powers on my side.” Donnie states wryly. “So I’ll have to make do with what I do have.”

“Which is…?”

“Science.”

“…Science.”

“Science.”

“What does that even…” Leon shakes his head. “You know what? Don’t care. Not napping.”

“And why not?”

“Cause you like jumping off cliffs for fun.” Leon pokes his face with a smirk. Donnie knocks the invasive hand away, pressing a finger to the vein in his neck. “Someone’s gotta keep you alive.”

Donnie huffs, shoving memories down when three other turtles told him a variety of the exact same thing. “I can take care of myself.”

“You jumped off a cliff.”

“Okay, technically, I only took a few steps.”

“You walked off a cliff.”

“I was testing a reasonable hypothesis.”

“Mhmm, mhm, mhm.” Leon nods patronizingly before he drawls, “Totally get that. And that’s why I’m here. To talk you out of testing dumb theories that could kill you, don’tr-”

He blinks, abruptly, body going stiff. Donnie furrows his brow at the strange slur of words, but lets him stew in his thoughts, appreciative of the new silence that comes with it.

“Okay, nap time.” Donnie proclaims when he decides that Leon isn’t going to die if his body shuts down for a bit. “We’ll keep moving once your body has recouped.”

“You really expect me to sleep here?” He eyes the hidey-hole like he expects it to turn out to be a monster’s mouth.

“Yep.”

Leon doesn’t move. Donnie scowls irritably.

“If you do not rest, you cannot heal.”

“Can and am.” Leon preens, waving a hand down his plastron. “This fine bod was made that way. Goat man says that my body’s always getting better even as I get worse.” His face blanches, “Hey, that sounds less complement-y than I remembered…”

Donnie attempts to process past the blatant ego. “Goat man..?”

“Y’know.” Leon rolls his hand. “Draxum.”

Donnie can’t fathom why this kid thinks he should know that name. “Maybe I should double-check for a concussion.”

“You telling me you’ve never heard of Draxum?” Leon gives him a funny look. “Mad scientist? Ooze wielder? Cafeteria lady? Dad-not-dad? Big part of the Mad Dog backstory?”

“See, now you’re just spitting out words.” Donnie grumbles as he cups his cheeks and lifts his head, more to annoy him than for medical analysis. “Hold still.”

Leon only waves his arms, words mashed like his face. “He t’rew me off a wroof!”

“That’s nice.” Donnie hums with a calculated condescension, smirking when his prisoner attempts to scowl. Leon shoves against his plastron and squirms free, indignant as Donnie releases him and holds up his hands in surrender. “It was awful, actually! It was a really tall building! Really tall!”

The high and whiney tint to his voice reminds him of when Mikey is in serious need of some feeling validation. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he gives him a more solmen nod instead. “Sounds it.”

He eyes him, suspicious. “I could have died. I would have!” His voice drops dramatically. “If Raph hadn’t caught me.”

“Raph catching Leos when they fall off tall buildings is a universal constant.” Donnie notes to show that he’s being very attentive. “This Draxum, scientist, lady, goat man, is not. Got it.”

Leon continues to give him the stink eye. Mikey usually complains a lot longer than this, so Donnie isn’t sure if it’s an appropriate time to move on to what really matters or not. “So…”

“Tell me a bedtime story.”

Donnie stares at him. “Excuse me?”

“You want me to go to sleep. I want you to tell me a story.” Leon decides with a bright grin. “A really good one about these brothers that you won’t stop blabbing about.”

Donnie feels like he missed something. “…Why?”

“Limited time offer, guy. Take it or leave it.”

He hesitates. “And then you’ll sleep?”

Leo lays himself down and scoots into the mini cave. With little room left, he gets comfy on his plastron, “Bedtime story. Go!”

“Aren’t you fifteen or something…”

“Less questions, more story, aaaand go!”

“I feel kinda-”

“Guuuuy-”

“Fine!”

He smirks, chin happily settled on fist.

Donnie bites his lip.

“Here, I’ll help! Once upon a- now here’s where you start- tiiime…”

Hoping to shut the turtle up for five minutes, Donnie starts telling the least daunting, embarrassing, or traumatizing recent memory that he can recall: namely, that one time Stockman turned a bunch of bugs into mutants and started robbing banks, giving Donnie the chance to save the day with his harnesses.

Even if no one mentioned that bit.

Which wasn’t important. They all did their part.

Besides, they were really cool. Mikey reassured him of that.

“…And it turns out, Raph apparently learned some super secret phrase from Splinter to help him keep calm in the battle. It really ticked Leo off that he wouldn’t share it with him.”

He chuckles as he recalls his ‘older and maturer’ brother arriving into his lab to slam the door and pathetically snivel to him about it. “Raph was super smug about it until Splin-ter…”

He trails off and his smile fades when he catches the look on Leon’s face. It disappears as he faces away, stretching his arms with a dry smirk. “You are really good at that.”

“Oh, heh-?” Donnie rubs the back of his neck bashfully as heat crawls up it. Usually, it’s Mikey who gets attention for that sort of thing. “G-Good? At-?”

“Lying.” Any humor disappears. The heat drops down and burns in his chest. Donnie narrows his eyes. “I wasn’t lying.”

“Spoken like a true fibber.”

“You’re the one who asked me to-!” Donnie starts, hand at his chest, but Leon meets his gaze cooly. “I was waiting for you to slip up.”

“Slip UP?!”

“People usually do. Especially with a lie as detailed as this one.” He squints at him. “You’re almost as good as me.”

Donnie can’t believe the audacity. “What POINT would there be in lying to you?!”

“Make me eat up your sob story so I help you out.” Leon explains simply before he shrugs. “S’what I would do.”

“It is not a sob story, and I don’t need your help!” The blaze spreads, so he wrenches himself to his feet and stomps away. Leon calls after, “Don’t go jumping off any cliffs!”

His fists clench. “I DIDN’T JUMP!”

Donnie expects him to shout after or, shell, even transport beside him since he just admitted to being a liar, but he goes quiet. Donnie gives himself a few minutes to seethe before he drags himself back to his companion. Leon’s carapace is to the entrance, body tense.

Not sleeping. More than likely pouting.

Such a Leo move…

The sudden prodding ache reminds him of his mission.

Right. Back to worrying about important things.

He exhales and shakes off the invisible hand smashing in his chest. It gives some reprieve for him to focus, trying to dig up even the smallest facts that he knew about Mikey’s stories in Dimension X.

They had confirmed that Mikey had only been there several hours, which is good, because Donnie’d had plenty of trouble calming Leo’s irrational crisis over whether or not he was still the oldest. It was way too many hours wasted on an afternoon where he actually wanted to be sleeping. He’d never have made progress if the timeline had been expanded to months. If that had been the case, Leo would have had to fork over his big brother title, as degrading as that sounded.

Donnie can’t imagine what it would have been like to be separated from his family for that long.

Mikey had been all too eager to go into deep specifics about his time in Dimension X. Donnie forgot most of the unimportant things, but he’d estimated that Mikey’d eaten all his pizza reserves with the first hour or two there. Then he’d tried a variety of… Randomly described objects that ‘looked tasty’ before he’d settled on the Squeebles.

Supposedly, they’d had the texture of milkshakes, but not any definite flavor. They were yummy, boosted his “savageness,” and didn’t appear to have any negatives effects.

It would be good information to have if there was a single glimpse of life in this place at all. Is there even a working ecosystem?

He hasn’t even seen any boom rock trees or signs of the familiar silver bases. There didn’t seem to be much of anything. Not that he misses the Scatterpillars or elemental giants or Kraang worms.

Donnie shudders. Definitely not.

Then again, if the Kraang have access to cloaking domes, then what does that mean for these Krang?

Donnie sighs. He’s getting nowhere like this.

Mikey managed to explore and master miles of Kraang territory before they reached him. Sure, Mikey had his photographic memory, but there has to be a way to get similar results. There must be a way to replicate the kind of… Oh. Hm.

Donnie checks on Leon. He remains faced away.

Good. He stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles. Might as well try. What does he have to lose?

….Other than every trace of his dignity and self-respect.

He exhales in a huff. Okay. Head in the game. Think Mikey.

What would Mikey do?

Or better yet, what would Savage Mikey do?

Climb anything climbable. Swing from anything swingable. Wander around touching absolutely everything that he doesn’t understand. Stick unidentified objects between his toes.

….Yeah, he’s not doing that last one.

Donnie starts walking. His first instinct is to just wander, but Mikey’s more of a moth-to-a-flame kinda of turtle. So he chooses the random piece of curved metal in the distance. He ignores the knee-jerk reaction to dismiss any action that he doesn’t understand, obeying the urge to climb up and leap-frog to the next hunk.

A hollow clang greets him on the fourth landing. Donnie lifts a hand to look at the silent print left behind, brushing away more of the grime that reveals a light pinkish color. He slides down immediately, moving to the next large structure and finding a similar hunk of charred metal. He traces the bottom, where metal merges with rock, and debates how it got there. The metal almost looks seared in by some kind of intense heat. Was it purposeful?

He peeks around it, curious eyes trailing to a high point up ahead; tall but thin metal sheet slotted sideways into the ground. He fires his grapple and launches up to it, pulling himself to a comfortable crouch. His new weight doesn’t budge it, so he stands.

There’s a massive crater taken out of the island. Whatever’s left of the missing spot must be floating in the atmosphere around it. The destruction is mesmerizing. Of course, whatever the history of this dimension was, Donnie gets the feeling that it was not pretty.

He wonders if the Krang knows what it is. Maybe those horrors are part of the reason that he was so furious Leon brought him back.

Donnie’s eyes lock on movement in the distance. His eyes widen with interest and, because it’s definitely something Mikey would look into, he slides down to the ground and takes off in a sprint.

He heads towards the landmark. It’s the only chuck of faded pink with black stripes, so it’s not hard to track. He trips at the spike of pain up his leg when he nears his destination. He ducks behind a smaller rock, down on one knee with a light hiss. He wouldn’t let Leon waste bandages on it when the bleeding had already stopped.

If only the pain would copy.

Rubbing the sore limb, he peeks around with round eyes.

There’s a… creature squeezing through the doorway. It has one foreleg and two hind legs, bright pink tentacle-looking appendages sprouting from its back. The rest of its body is also a color scheme of pinks and purples, a dull yellow eye on the leg underneath the clashing jaw. It appears stuck, wiggling and gurgling and straining to get through the minuscule opening.

Donnie lowers a hand to his belt, startled when he realizes that his t-phone is gone. He knows it’s the right pocket because of the extra padding. Only Leon’s remains. He searches every pocket, horror and fury tight over his chest. How?! When-?! Seriously!?

He’s been here all of five minutes and he’s already lost his t-phone?!

That’s what he gets for harnessing his inner Mikey.

He looks back to the creature. Its struggle is becoming weaker and weaker. It raises its head and makes a high sound, like it’s calling out.

Donnie feels a tug at his heart, but he’s not stupid. He waits until the fight leaves it and it slumps to the ground, panting and gurgling, before he stands up. The half-lided eye locks on him, tentacles turning in his direction, but he keeps a passive hand outstretched. “It’s okay, little… creepy. Alien? Thing. I’m a friend.”

The creature squirms. Donnie moves over to the metal, feeling over it, searching for a way to dislodge it from the ground. He finds a corner to stick his fingers and braces his foot against a spot that’s a different tint of metal. He tenses his posture and yanks.

He cries out as nonexistent barbwire locks down on his shoulder. His vision whites and his hands cut into the metal, but he stands his ground and it eventually gives way.

He falls down with it, heavy weight bumping against his knees before hitting the ground. He quickly runs shaky fingers over his shoulder, because with his current string of luck-

He exhales in relief. Not dislocated. Better keep it that way.

Just to confirm, Donnie rolls his shoulder. Immediate pain, but the joint feels stable and nothing is oddly tingling. He flexes his fingers, reaching his arm above his head. Again, pain, but there’s apt motion.

Positives.

He can work with this.

Donnie looks up. Behind the compact metal is a wide tunnel.

Donnie can’t tell how long it is because it descends into an impossible darkness pretty fast. The creature garners his attention when it shifts. It attempts to rise, only to crumble before it can get its footing, flickering eye shutting with a gurgle. The tentacles on its back flail with a lot more life than it seems to have, extending towards Donnie as he watches curiously.

“Oh man.” It doesn’t look hurt. Donnie stands to move closer, yet unsure if he intends to offer comfort or a medical examination.

Can he rightly complete an examination of a creature that he doesn’t grasp the biological make-up of? Would this be one of those times that Leo glares at him and warns about ‘boundaries’?

That usually has something to do with sentience. Interesting query.

How sentient is it? Only one way to find out.

“Are you okay?”

The creature doesn’t answer or even move. The tentacles continue stretching out, getting tangled in one another in futile attempts to get closer to him. It’s cute, in a grotesquely ugly kinda way.

He crouches and reaches out. “Hey, there. I-”

“NINJA SNATCH!”

It’s only Donnie training that allows him to dodge the swift grasp of this entire turtle chucked at him. He gets a glimpse of the shocked expression before he’s crashing into the wall. The turtle peels off like an old sticker and falls back in his carapace as Donnie stomps over, glaring down at him. “WHAT are you DOING here?!”

“Saving you.” He winces before pointing to Donnie’s leering figure. “And, your welcome.”

“Saving me from what?” Donnie gestures to the creature. “This half dead thing that’s in desperate need of help?”

“Yes.” Leon climbs to his feet with a grunt. “That, but say it again more heroically. And with gratitude.”

“I was perfectly fine-” Donnie indignantly turns to head back to the little guy, only to fall face-first when arms lock around his leg. He yelps as he goes down. “‘EY!”

“Don’t touch it!” Leon demands. “It’s evil!”

“It’s dying!” Donnie shoots back. “Helpless and weak and pathetic and would you let go of me!?”

“Not if you’re gonna TOUCH IT!”

If that turtle had been fifty percent less heavily injured, Donnie could have pulled a couple of unsportmanshiply moves that would have set him free. Unfortunately, he has a conscience. “If you insist, then I won’t touch it. Now will you let me go?”

Leo lets go. “No problema.”

“Big problema.” He mocks. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“We made a deal! I kept my end!”

“That does not sound like a deal I’d make, no.”

Donnie bites down a growl. How is this guy a Leo again?

“What do you say we get moving. Yes? Double yes? Oh, wow, Leo, you’re such a genius why didn’t I think of-”

“We can’t leave it.” Donnie looks at the creature. The tentacles are lying flat on its back, and Donnie can’t tell if it’s breathing. Was it breathing before? “It needs help.”

“If Krang wants his pet, he can come help him.”

“Pet?” Donnie repeats urgently. “That’s the Krang’s?”

“What did you think the tentacles were? Decoration?”

Donnie hesitates as his companion sits up. “Krang’s or not, we can’t just leave it to die.”

“What is with you?” Leon groans as if Donnie was being the unreasonable one here. “Do you want to become a mindless freak?!”

“Firstly, rude. Secondly, it’s not its fault it has different sentience!”

Leon pats his legs, expression bored. “Okay, there’s no way you don’t know about the Krang infection.”

“No! I don’t!” Donnie’s heart races. “What is a Krang infection?”

Leon narrows his eyes. “The Krang stick their tentacles in you and you transform into a zombie slave. Then those guys stick their tentacles in other people. Or rip them to shreds. They probably did it to most of New York. How did you miss that?”

“Because I wasn’t in your New York?!”

Leon only frowns at him. Donnie looks back at the creature. “So- so if I had touched that…”

“You’d be infected. And I’d probably have to kill you.”

Donnie stares at him. He doesn’t smile.

“So… Are you gonna kill it?”

Leon leans to the side to squint. “Seems kinda dead already.”

“Yeah.” Donnie admits quietly. He gets to his feet and goes over, careful to keep distance between him and the limp creature.

Leon trails after him and pulls out his sword to poke it. “What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t look injured.” Donnie’s hand goes to his belt again, only to come up empty. “Urgh, right, no t-phone.”

“T-phone? Is that what this is?”

Donnie’s head whips around. Leon tosses his t-phone in his hand. “What’s the T stand for?” He snickers. “Turtle?”

Donnie hurriedly swipes it back. He taps the screen, only to get greeted with a countdown. “You locked me out?!”

Leon shrugs carelessly. “I’m really bad at guessing passwords.”

“You-?!” Donnie spits out a frustration sound and spins to stomp away. He ends up inside the entrance, glaring at this surroundings. The heat fades as he approaches the wall.

Leon remains outside. “Um, guy? Where… You going?”

The wall is cool metal. The entire tunnel could very likely be man, er, Krang-made. The grim on his palms says that no one has been in there for a while. “It came out of here.”

“Sounds like a good reason to head the opposite direction.”

Leon has a point. But, would Savage Mikey head back?

The dark is making his skin crawl. Especially with the knowledge that a Krang creature came out. Could there be more?

Would Savage Mikey want to know? Maybe.

Donnie doesn��t. It’s illogical. And dangerous.

And yet. And yet.

It could be beneficial. It could be part of a base or ship. It could be something else entirely. If there’s some abandoned tech in there that could answer some of his questions... That could get him home.

Should he risk passing it up?

No. He can’t. Savage Mikey wasn’t willing to let anything stop him from reaching Leatherhead.

Donnie can’t let his uncertainty stop him from reaching his brothers.

He resumes his examination and touches the black stripe. It is, in fact, not paint. “Look at this. It’s some kind of… vine.”

Leon stays in the entrance. “I have bad experiences with vines.”

“It’s a sign of life.” Donnie looks deep into the tunnel. “I want to see where it goes.”

“Just a suggestion… What if we… Didn’t? Do that?”

“We don’t have to do anything.” Donnie moves forward, switching out the phones. “You do whatever you want. We both know it’s what you’ll do anyway.”

“Aw, come on, man. Don’t be like that!”

Donnie’s confident that he has every reason to act however he pleases. Unfortunately, common sense has him hesitating.

“…What are you so scared of?”

“I’m not scared.” Leon whines, but the way he looks at the vines, fingers scratching lightly over skin, Donnie begs to differ.

He might have believed him, one broken agreement ago, but he’s tired and pained and his patience has already worn thin.

Leon’s first mistake was admitting that he was a situational manipulator. He could easily be drafting an lie or excuse right now. It could be trick, and he was not about to get played.

He was too smart for that.

Besides, he had things to do. More important things.

“You’re welcome to wait.”

Donnie glares at him, pointedly clicking on the flashlight that’s thankfully accessible from the Lock Screen, and then starts his trek into the tunnel. Leon calls after him, but since his name is not and never will be “Guy,” Donnie confidently heads into the dark.

With a soft, “eugh boi,” Donnie hears padded steps follow him.

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[itsbeeble]

[8:34AM]

Summary: Hyunjae kept you stuck in his warm embrace for too long, and now he has to deal with the problem on the ceiling

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

WC: 0.8k

WARNINGS UNDER CUT

Warnings: Suggestive, definitely some innuendos in there, Hyunjae is scared of spiders, reader might be h-word, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

A/N: yeah so im stupid and feel bad so here's the hyunjae fic people were promised

Lee Jaehyun loves you. That much is clear to anyone who bothers to look at the two of you.  

He looks at you with nothing but love in his eyes, looks at you as if you’d hung the stars in the sky and created the moon that controls the tides. He looks at you as if he would give up everything just to spend every waking second with you.  

And, truth be told, he would. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Just ask, and you shall receive.  

At least...he would do almost anything for you. 

For two hours you’ve laid on your shared bed, your once tired eyes trained on the spider dangling two feet above Hyunjae’s head.  

On any normal day, you would’ve grabbed it. On any normal day, you would’ve carefully placed it outside where Hyunjae wouldn’t find it.  

Today, however, you can’t. You’re stuck, your body trapped under the weight of your lover’s warm embrace. He sleeps peacefully, his face tucked into your neck and his arm wrapped around the front of your body and holding you close to him.  

“Jae,” you say, voice hushed and cracking slightly. You grimace at the sound, noting that your boyfriend doesn’t move. “Baby, wake up.”  

Hyunjae shifts, grumbling quietly against you. Your heart warms, and then the spider shifts. Your stomach drops, and you grind your teeth together.  

“Jae, I need you to wake up.” A featherlight kiss to his cheek, and he shifts. Another one, this time closer to his lips. His face twitches, turning to get closer to where the touch is coming from. You smile, running a hand through his hair until a soft sigh is drawn from his mouth. His eyes open slowly, peering at you. “Good morning, sleepy head.” 

“What time is it?” His voice is rough, and you can feel his arms tightening around you again. You can feel his lips press against your collarbone, chapped but creating a buzzing sensation inside of you. You peer at the clock behind him, body relaxing as he presses another kiss to your skin, this time tugging the sleeve of your shirt down slightly.  

“8:30.” He pulls away from you, his nose scrunched with disgust.  

“And you woke me up...why?” You smile.  

“I need you to do something for me.” You trapped me for two hours, now you have to take care of the problem.  

“At 8:30 in the morning?” Hyunjae whines, rolling away from you and squeezing his eyes shut. You laugh, rolling on top of him and placing your arms on either side of his head. Your hair, a tangled mess from sleep, falls around you two like a curtain.  

“I promise it’ll be worth your while~” You sing, placing your lips against his jaw. You can feel his lips stretching into a tired smile. 

“Oh yeah?”  

“Mhm,”  

“How so?” You hum, pretending to think about his question.  

“You’ll find out.” Hyunjae huffs against you, and you feel a bubble of laughter rising in your throat.  

“Why would I agree to something when I don’t even know what I’m getting out of it?”  

“Because you love me?” You bring your face up to look him in the eyes. He raises an eyebrow at you. “And isn’t it better to be surprised? Isn’t the anticipation worth it?” 

“Not with you and your requests.” His hands slip down your back, fingers dancing around your hips and dipping into the waistband of your pants. His hands are warm against your chilled skin, goosebumps rising where he touched you.  

“Please?” You press your lips to his, and he squeezes your hips.  

“Mm, fine.” You pull away, beaming at him. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm. Only if I get to pick my reward.” 

“Promise?” You sit up on his lap, one hand propped on his torso and the other holding your pinky toward him. Hyunjae sighs, loosely linking his pinky with yours and bringing the back of your hand to his lips.  

“I promise.” 

“Okay, but you aren’t allowed to back out of this.” Hyunjae squints at you, now sitting up with you. Your body slides down his lap, and he crosses his legs to support you.  

“Back out of what?” 

“Is your water glass empty?” You wrap your arms around his neck and he nods, hesitantly but not backing away.  

“Yeah...?”  

“Cool,” you shimmy back, moving to stand. “There’s something above you that you need to take care of.” Hyunjae’s head tilts. 

“Why are you moving to the door? And what do you mean there’s something above me?”  

You’re halfway out of the bedroom when he spots the spider, the exaggerated gasp he emits being a telltale sign.  

“Y/N L/N”  

Footsteps pounding after you as you race to the kitchen, a hand wrapping around your wrist, a scream escaping you that will surely get you a noise complaint later. 

Yeah, you'll definitely have to make this up to him.  

~

TAGLIST: @fawnieszn @winterchimez

[jihyoruri]

LYING: HUH YUNJIN

WARNINGS: angst

huh yunjin is liar.

she said she’s fine.

lie.

she said you did her favour.

lie.

she said she’s so much better now.

lie.

AESPAS YN AND ITZYS RYUJIN SEEM VERY CLOSE OUTSIDE SM ENTERTAINMENT.

yunjin’s heart dropped.

this fast ?

well not really fast, it’s been 7 months but still.

she should be the one caught outside with someone, she should be the one with potential dating rumours.

but here she is stuck.

stuck, because she’s not over you.

she shouldn’t even be sad, the end to your relationship was all her fault.

“yunjinnnnn.” yn wined at the girl in front of her, yn pull at her arm. “you never spend time with me anymore.” the girl looked up at her with sad expression.

“sorry idol stuff.” she replied to her girlfriend, tugging her arm out yn’s grip.

yn rolled her eyes, “stop giving me that idol stuff crap, im an idol too you know? and guess what I always try and make time for you.” yn turned away from the girl with arms crossed. “you never make time for me, it’s like we’re not even together anymore.”

“hey hey.” yunjin turns you towards her. “don’t say that, im sorry, look I promise to put in more effort.” you look up at her. “promise?”

“promise.”

you remember when she said she’s so much better now ? yeah she’s not.

she doesn’t even want to talk to her her members about this, they’ve probably already saw it and they’re just gonna say what they always say.

this is your fault.

tears welled in her eyes.

it is my fault.

yunjin smiles as she walks towards her room, she just came from a night out with her friends.

she opens her door, freezing when she sees you sitting on her bed.

“so, you had so much time to hang out with your friends, that you forgot your date with your girlfriend ?” you look up at her with anger in your eyes.

“yn.”

“you see,” you cut her off getting up from the bed walking towards her. “I wouldn’t have cared if, you know you double scheduled us and forgot,” you look up at her. “and I the only reason why i wouldn’t care is if I had a good girlfriend that didn’t always blow me off, and actually gave me time like I do to her.”

“yn.” she try’s to pull at your arm but u shrug her off, stepping even more close to her, now face to face. “but I don’t have that do I ?” you whisper to her, she can feel your cold breath brush against her face.

“I have a girlfriend that makes little to none effort, in this relationship, that can remember her get together with her little friends, but completely forget about her date with her GIRLFRIEND.” you yell in her face finally stepping away.

“yn I’m sorry.” she says stepping closer to you, she’s had you angry at her plenty of times, but this just feels different, it feels like you’ve finally reached your breaking point.

“I’m sorry.” you mock her, face scrunching up, “I’ve heard that same sentence come out your mouth so many times that it’s lost it’s meaning.”

“you promised.” you look at her hurt in your eyes. “you promised to put in effort.” you let out a shaky sigh. “but instead I’m in the cold waiting for you outside the mall just to see you giggling with your friends.”

“I’m sorry.”

“oh my god, shut up with your sorry’s.” you groan. “how do you never fail to humiliate me yunjin.” you cry. “I give you so much chances to prove that you can be a good partner, despite people telling me to break up with you HELL my members practically hate you.” she puts her head done looking at her feet.

“but i always defend you, I always give excuses for you.” you throw your head back. “god I’m I even your girlfriend? because you treat me like a stranger.”

“what ? no, I love you so much yn.” yunjin desperately pulls you closer towards her.

you look down. “I love you too…”

yes

you look up at her. “but I can’t keep doing this.” you say shaking your head.

what ?

“what ? no no come on yn.” she say’s frantically pulling you even closer if that’s possible, “come on I love you, you can’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry yun, but..” you try to pull away but she won’t let you. “this is to much, I can’t keep being in a one-sided relationship.”

“it isn’t one sided, I love you.” she says her hold growing tighter.

you wince, yunjjn notices and let’s go of you quick, “I’m sorry, yn wait.” she reaches out to you again once she sees you heading to her door.

“I’m sorry.” it’s you saying sorry this time, and with that you rush out the door.

she wants to chase you but she can’t.

she feels stuck.

yunjin gets that feeling she had the night you broke up with her.

before she can think properly she’s reaching for her phone, going straight to messages looking for your contact.

yn ❤️‍🩹

she presses the contact and pours her whole heart out, fingers typing fast, and then she hits send.

you know when I said you did me favour the day after? I was lying

I can’t sleep I just can’t stop thinking about you

I love you so much yn

I lied when I said I was over you

I’m not

I’m not over you

seeing that photo of you and what’s her name made my blood boil

answer

bouncing her leg, yunjin does the unthinkable, she calls you.

it takes a couple rings until you surprisingly answer.

“hello?” she hears you answer, you seem out of breath, she hears the faint sound of black mamba in the background.

“hey.”

“yunjin ?”

“hey, I’m sorry calling so unexpected, i thought you wouldn’t answer.” oh my gosh you actually answered.

“what do you need yunjin ?” you sound tired as you ask the girl.

“I saw that photo of you and ryujin.” she says her voice sounding on edge.

“yea.” you reply bluntly. “and what ?”

“I just wanted to say, if you guys are dating I wish you the best.” it hurts saying that so she adds something on. “until I see you again of course.”

yunjin said that because she’s sure that she will have you back in at least three months, she’ll make sure of it.

“wha-” she cuts you off. “also don’t read my last couple texts.” and with that she hangs up.

★☆ yunjin is a little obsessed with yn 😭( I also made the photo in the middle)

[ayoitspatricia]

Could do Evie from descendants x fem shy reader

Evie finds a lost dog and it won’t leave her alone to the point it follows her everywhere she goes no matter how she many time she tries to get the dog to leave as it outsmart her *she swears that this dog is smarter than it look which is something her friends find amusing and hilarious that she is outsmarted by a dog and tease her about it 😂😂*

evie has no choice but to keep the dog until she finds it owner until she notice someone is putting a lost dog sign of the same dog she found

*she find out it the girl she like and want to be with, but can’t because she nervous and the fact she a vk. Also the dog breed is smimilar to the benji movie from 1974. he so cute and I love it and the theme 😍🥰 and if no one know the movie you have to see it*

Lost Dog

(Evie Grimhilde x fem!shy!reader)

Evie has been getting so much attention and I am here for it!! 😍

“Does anyone know whose dog this is!?” Evie exclaims as she walks into hers and Mals dorm with a fluffy dog following her, “He won’t leave me alone!”

Mal looks up from her spell book and at the dog, then at Evie, then back at the dog, then back at Evie.

“Not a clue E,” Mal then turns to Carlos, “This yours? If you want to get a load of animals at least know how to look after them-“

“Oh no, that’s not one of mine.” He interrupts, turning to Jay.

“Why the hell would it belong to me?”

Evie huffs, “Well he obviously has to be someones.”

“Yeah, one of those prissy Auradon kids most likely.” Mal goes back to reading her book.

Evie scrunched up her face in annoyance and attempted to walk towards her wardrobe. But, with every step she took, the dog just twirled around her feet which made her trip up multiple times.

When she then turned to pick up the dog, he ran away to the other side of the room. This made the group snicker as she ran after the dog.

“You know what, watching this is far more interesting than reading.” Mal smirked as she threw her book to the end of her bed.

“Don’t just sit there! Help me!” Evie whined, now crouched down on the floor, trying to scoop the dog up in her arms.

“Nah, I think we’re better of sitting this one out.” Jay replied, leaning back against the wall.

“Agreed.” Carlos slips in, before looking back at the laptop in front of him.

Evie rolled her eyes and got up from the floor, brushing off her dress. She turns around and looks in the mirror, taking the mini crown out of her hair to readjust it. Before she is able to put it back on her head, it slips out of her hands.

“Dammit,” She goes to pick it up but the dog beats her to it, running away with the crown in his mouth. “NO COME BACK!”

A week later, Evie is walking through the gardens with the rest of her friends. The dog is still by her side, to her dismay.

“I’m telling you, this dog is not just any kind of dog. He’s an intellectual genius!” Evie babbles as she continues walking.

“Have you tried just leaving him somewhere?” Jay asks her.

Mal snorts, looking at Evie, “Tell them the story.”

“Fine!” Evie scowls, “I was exhausted of having this menace of a dog follow me around all the time, so I decided to just leave him in the gardens.“

“You can’t just abandon animals like that!” Carlos exclaims.

“I don’t care Carlos! Just shut up and let me finish.” She cried, “Anyway, as I was about to go to sleep later on in the evening, I kept hearing small taps at my door. And when I opened it, the dog was there!”

“How did he even get in?” Jay questioned in disbelief.

“That’s her whole point about this whole ‘smart animal’ business.” Mal budges in.

“I just don’t understand, how could he remember where my dorm was but not his owners?” Evie frowns.

“Hey Evie,” Carlos says as he stops walking, making everyone else halt. “Isn’t that the same dog that is chewing on your dress right now.”

“Wait what? Ew, get off!” Evie lightly pulls the dog away.

Mal pulls Evie from her spot and pushes her in front of what Carlos is looking at.

In front of her is a missing dog poster, tied to the tree. She then looks at the dog on it, the same dog she’s been dealing with for the past week! At the bottom, a small piece of text reads, ‘If found, please return to Y/n Y/l/n’s dorm.’

“Oh my God!” Evie suddenly shouts which makes everyone jump, “This is Y/n Y/l/n’s dog!”

They all just look at her, and Mal scoffs, “So you’re telling me, you didn’t know that the girl you have liked for ages has a dog!?”

“No! I am yelling to you about the fact that my crush has a dog and I never knew!”

“Same thing,” Carlos shrugged and everyone looked at him, “What?”

“Well, don’t waste any time.” Mal ripped tbe poster from the tree and handed it to her, “Go, go, go!!”

“Alright, I can do this.” Evie starts running and gestures for your dog to follow, “Come on!”

“Don’t forget to confess your undying love for her!” Jay calls to her.

As Evie get’s to your dorm room, she hesitates to knock on the door. Of course she has to return the dog at some point, but she felt nervous about what you would think of her.

Would you be mad that a VK was the person who had kept your dog for a week? What if you didn’t want anything to do with her?

Evie then takes a deep breath and does two loud knocks, retreating her hand and then instantly regretting her decision.

Inside of the dorm, you was sitting by your desk creating more posters. You was worried sick, hoping that your dog had gotten in to the hands of someone kind hearted.

Your dorm was in a random place on the grounds, so it was self explanatory as to why your dog didn’t remember where to find you.

You then heard the knock and you jumped out of your seat, heart beating furiously.

As you opened the door, you felt more nervous when you realised who it was. Evie Grimhilde, the girl that you had liked for ages.

“Oh hello there Evie,” You said sheepishly, “Can I help you?”

“Oh hi Y/n, I um have your dog here.” She smiled.

“Really?” You squeal, clapping your hands in excitement.

She giggles and you look to the floor embarrassed, you then feel your chin get lifted up, “Don’t worry, that was really cute. Here you go.” Evie leans down and picks up your dog, giving him to you.

“Thank you so much! I hope he wasn’t any trouble?” You take your dog and put him into his bed. A blush was evident on your face although you tried to act confident.

“Of course he wasn’t!” Evie laughed awkwardly, remebering the events from the past week. It probably would have been best to have just told you how badly behaved your dog was, but she did not want to upset you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, “I am sorry if he wasn’t, did he do anything bad? I really am sorry-“

“Hey, it’s alright.” Evie placed a hand on your shoulder to stop your rambling. She could tell you were super anxious. “You don’t need to apologise.”

“O-okay.” You stutter.

“How about we meet after school tomorrow to discuss what adventures me and your dog got up to?”

“Yeah. Yeah! I’d like that very much.” Your cheeks were burning.

“It’s a date then.” Evie kissed your cheek, “I’ll see you soon Y/n.”

“I-I’ll see you!” You had a massive grin on your face, still unable to hide your shyness.

Evie walked as fast as she could to her dorm before slamming open the door, “I asked Y/n Y/l/n out on a date, and it’s all thanks to that dog!”

[dontfeeltoohot]

Have a little 2k thing I wrote for my YTAU. Steve and Eddie are both sick, set in March 2023, 7 months into their relationship.

XXX

Eddie presses his face to his shoulder, rubbing his nose into his black Helloween tee. He’s over halfway done with his second client; some girl in her twenties who wanted flowers on her collarbones- how original. Sniffling, he wipes down the tattoo with his green soap solution and then goes back to shading the side of a leaf. His throat’s worse than earlier back at home, when he’d been curled up with Steve, both of the men sick and tired. 

Sometimes the tattoo artists wishes work didn’t exist, as he scrunches his nose up when a tickle winds its way through his sinuses. Picking up the gun and turning as far away as he possibly can, craning his neck, Eddie brings his arm up to his face. 

“iiHGkSH’ew! hihKTchuhEW! hh’GKtSCH’uhew!” Sniffling soupily, the long haired man grabs a paper towel from his station and blows his nose, wincing at the noise. “Let’s take a five minute break sweetheart, I need to wash up, and it’ll give you a rest from the pain,” he smiles.

“Yeah, sounds good. Bless you, by the way.” 

The way she looks him up and down has him giving her an awkward nod, knowing now that she’s flirting with him. Clearing his throat and wincing as it scrapes, he stands and throws the paper towel and his black nitrile gloves away in the wastebasket, then heads to the back where the bathrooms are. Yanking his phone out, Eddie clicks quickly to his and Steve’s text thread, then hits the voice message button, nostrils twitching. 

“hiKTsch’ew! snf! huhIhGKschEW! eh’IGkTCHew! SNDF!” He sneezes into his shirt so the sound isn’t as muffled, then clicks the stop button on his phone. 

Hope you enjoy, princess. Couldn’t catch a couple a few minutes ago, but hope these make up for them. 

Pressing send, it’s then he notices there’s an audio from Steve, too. Biting his lip, he makes sure his sound is down almost all the way, then puts the speaker up to his ear. 

“huhRESHHH’uh! EISHHuh!” There’s barely a pause between the loud, harsh sneezes, and Eddie squirms, imagining his boyfriend snapping at the waist, completely at the mercy of his worsening cold. 

“Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, sniffling and scrubbing his nose with his wrist before looking back at the screen and typing. 

Also, bless you. Those sounded like you needed them. Can’t wait till we’re home and I can coax more out of you 😏😏

Peeing and washing his hands, Eddie sighs at the throbbing in his sinuses and the sluggish mess that’s making its way closer to the edge of his nostrils. This cold is by far the worst he’s endured in the string of Steve-born illnesses in the past seven months. 

The walk back to his station includes Peter stopping him and asking him if he’s free tomorrow; his day off, to be an extra set of hands for walk ins. 

“Oh, uh…” Eddie scrubs at his face. “Lemme get back to you? Think I’m comin’ down with something man, don’t wanna spread it around.” 

“Steve really is a germ magnet isn’t he?” Bryson pipes up from his station a few feet down, working on a man’s back. 

“Yeah, it’d be endearing if I could side step getting it too,” the artist jokes, even though realistically he doesn’t mind. 

“Oh well, maybe it’ll end up building up your immunity in the long run.” 

“My immune system was perfect before him,” Eddie chuckles. “But it’s ok. Just means spending time with my boyfriend curled up on the couch. He’s not a terrible patient like Alyssa is,” he gives Bryson a look, referring to the man’s girlfriend. 

“God she’s the worst. Like just rest for twenty damn minutes!” 

Eddie heads back to his area, pulling more gloves on. “You ready to finish up? We should be done soon.” 

“Yeah! But it’s really not that bad. I don’t know why people claim it hurts so much, it feels good to me.” She shimmies her shirt off again, revealing just a bandeau top, easy access to her clavicle. 

“Mm, probably just have a higher pain tolerance,” he explains, not wanting to play into her games. He starts his tattoo gun back up, dips the needles into the ink again, and goes to work. 

An hour and a half later, the musician is saying goodbye to Anna, smiling at the $80 tip she’s just handed him. At least that’s a plus. Shoving it into his pocket, he switches the money for his insulin pump, checking it quickly. When his numbers seem good, Eddie blows his nose again and coughs, shivering. A noise from his phone grabs his attention and he unlocks the screen. 

Audio message- 4 seconds

Audio message- 11 seconds 

Audio message - 7 seconds 

Audio message- 22 seconds

Jesus Christ. 

You trying to kill me at work? I can’t even listen right now. 

Just thought you’d wanna hear how my cold is 😇

Harrington, you little shit, you’re going to be the death of me. 🍆👅🤤

Nose running, Eddie sighs and rips yet another paper towel from the roll, pressing it right to his pink, oversensitive nostrils, blowing thickly. He can feel the paper get wet and grimaces- he finds mess from other people hot, but himself? Not so much. He drops down into his chair and lets his forehead thunk against his table, curls falling everywhere around his face. 

“Maybe you should head home early,” Liz, their only female in the shop, observes. 

“Nah, s’just a cold, don’t need to leave for it,” Eddie picks his head up slowly, feeling congestion shift as he does. “F-Fuck hold ohhhn-“ the tattooist turns away and pulls the neck of his shirt up over his face, aiming downward towards his chest. 

“hihGhKschew! sndf! Ugh, s-sorry that wahhs hehIHGKshhuhew! iiEIshuhew! Fuck! snfSNDF! That was gross.” 

“Yep,” Liz grimaces. “But like, also who cares? You’re sick, what’re you meant to do? Those tiny little kitten sneezes? Gotta at least get that shit out,” she shrugs.

Eddie’s acutely aware of how weird this conversation is. Either the woman is just that vanilla, or she’s fucking with him and into it. Because no regular person is going to just…say those words. Right? He rubs at his nose with the inside of his sleeve cuff, nose too sore to want to bother with another paper towel. 

“Stop germing your shirt up,” the bright pink haired girl rolls her eyes fondly. 

“Quit being a mom, I get that enough from St-sndf! Steve.” 

“Then quit being a bad sick person.” 

“Fuck you, I’m an Angel. I’m the best sick person.” 

“Says the guy who just rubbed snot all over his shirt.” 

Point 1- Liz. 

XXX

Steve’s been holed up in the back office of Not Just Coffee all morning with his tissues and cough drops, trying to reorganize some of their recipe files they’ve been keeping. As he squints at the computer screen, his nose scrunches up involuntarily and he scrubs at it with his knuckles. This fucking cold is going to make him lose his mind. It’s constantly teasing him, buzzing in his sinuses and head in a way that’s keeping him on edge. Slowly he inhales through his stuffy nose, triggering yet another itch to ignite. He taps the record button on his phone that’s been open to his messages all morning. 

“eHISHHooh! hhrIHDSTCHuh!” He rubs his nose harshly with the back of his hand, jiggling the tip and his septum, desperate for even slight relief. Steve’s sure Eddie will hear him rubbing at it. He stops it after a sickly sounding sniffle that makes him cough. 

Robin comes in looking worried a minute later, carrying a large mug full of something steaming. 

“I know you hate tea, but you should drink some. Will even made it special for you,” she says pointedly. “Stop being an idiot and try to not wallow in icky germs.” 

Steve raises an eyebrow, laughing a little. “Icky germs?” His voice is raspy and congested and Robin screws her face up, setting the mug down and backing up dramatically. 

“Just…drink the tea, and try not to infect every inch of the office,” Robin walks out quickly. 

“Great best friend you are!” He calls after her, but starts coughing by the last word. 

Glancing at the tea when his throat throbs, the barista sighs and brings it close, sipping on it. His face still screws up at the bitter taste, but even he can admit it feels good on his swollen throat, the warmth of the cup even feels good on his hands. Throughout the day, he manages to catch several more sneezes, even a few that turn into full blown fits, and the texts he gets back from his boyfriend make him blush. 

The brunette is half asleep in the desk chair when Robin comes in again, holding the till in her hands hours later. 

“Dingus, wake up enough to count the till. I’m not touching the keyboard,” she says resolutely, prodding Steve’s shoulder with her finger. 

“Nngh, fi’de…” Steve sits up and starts going through the task of counting the till, making change, sealing the money bag and putting everything in the safe. 

“You know you’re not coming in tomorrow right?” 

“Honestly? Wasn’t even gonna ask,” he admits, snuffling into a couple of tissues in his hand, blowing his nose and wincing as his ears pop. “Ugh, let’s get out of here.” 

By the time Steve’s walking into Eddie’s apartment; Robin’s up with Chrissy, he’s ready to collapse. Shutting the door behind him, Steve coughs and throws his bag by the couch, debating if he wants to shower or lay down. His boyfriend's big couch and cozy blankets win out, and soon the barista is burrowing under them, sweatpants and sweatshirt now replacing his work clothes. Not ten minutes into Hunger Games, he’s asleep. 

XXX

They need more medicine, Eddie realizes as he backs out of his parking spot behind the tattoo shop. Medicine, tissues, tea, soup. This morning they were sick but sure as hell not this sick. He makes the three mile drive to Target, slipping his sweatshirt on before he heads inside, knowing he probably looks awful. Oh fucking well, he can cough on anyone who might look at him wrong. 

He grabs both DayQuil and NyQuil, Tylenol, sugar free cherry cough drops, tissues, some earl grey tea, and then the musician stands in front of the ridiculous number of soups, staring blankly at it. Steve likes tomato soup and grilled cheese, so they can do that tomorrow. Eddie doesn’t really want anything tonight, let alone soup, but he grabs two cans of chicken noodle and a can of vegetable, head aching too much to try and focus more. 

By the time the artist is heading to the register, a few people around him have given him looks as he’s sniffled and coughed. His nose is running and he can feel the same coldish tickle that’s been bothering him all day start to grow. There’s a couple people in front of him for the self checkout line, so he pulls the neck of his dark grey sweatshirt up and his eyes flutter shut. 

“ihIKtSCHuhew! hh’Igkshuhew! ih’IHgKSHuh!!” The last one is louder than he means it to be, and the sniffle he gives after makes him cringe at how wet it is. 

Twenty minutes and six sneezes later, he’s walking inside his apartment, happy that Steve’s there. All he wants is to cuddle, which, yeah alright, maybe that’s a little sappy but he’s so damn tired and he feels gross and cuddling Steve always helps. When he sees a lump on the couch, he sets the bags down on the table and moves straight for the other man. 

“Stevie…baby I’m home,” he murmurs to the business owner, sitting on the very edge of the couch. “Steve, sweetheart. Come on…there we go, I’m sorry I woke you,” he smiles at Steve’s pouty huff, head barely peeking out of the blanket nest. 

“Y’home?” 

“Yeah baby, m’hone,” Eddie nods, bending closer so he can rub his face into Steve’s shoulder. 

“Mm, come join me. Think this cold is kicking my ass.” 

“Doin’ the same to me. I’ll change and be right with you okay? Don’t fall back asleep till I’m with you.” 

By the time Eddie’s back in the living room, Steve’s asleep, drooling on his pillow. Eddie chuckles and snaps a photo, setting it at his Lock Screen before crawling in next to him. 

[miharuwrites]

Chapter for snarkythewoecrow

Thanks so much for letting me use your idea! Had a lot of fun writing this (⁀ᗢ⁀) I hope you like it.

Steve’s pov

            What a beautiful day.

            …

            Wow. When’s the last time I had a thought like that?

            “Hey, what do you think about…?”

            Wait. Where did he? Did I leave him behind?

            No. There he is.

            I jogged back five paces across the grass.

“Buck-”

            James. He goes by James now. Get it in your head Rogers.

            “James. You alright pal? I lost you for a minute there.”

            I lowered my gaze when he didn’t respond. Took in all the little dandelions and buttercups spread out around his knees. A buttercup was carefully pinched between two fingers. He blinked up at me after a moment.

            “You alright?” I asked.

            Instead of answering he plucked up a few tiny flowers. In a fluid motion he was back on his feet, flowers within his cupped hands, and he was briskly walking away. He didn’t say a word to me the entire way back to the tower.

            Maeve had a shot glass overflowing with buttercups and dandelions on the table as she ate breakfast the next morning. A gift from Jamie she had said. Her smile was soft and affectionate like it always was when she talked about him.

            She’s his best friend now. I can’t compete with what they have.

            I wish… I wish he’d remember me more. I miss him. I miss what we had. He calls me Steven half the time because that’s what she calls me. Half the time he doesn’t speak, just holds up flashcards and she’s fine with that but it’s- it’s jarring for me. I can’t get used to it. I’m trying. It feels impossible sometimes though.

            I skipped breakfast to go on another run. He didn’t even ask me where I was going when I walked away.

            I forgot about the look on his face when he was kneeling among tiny flowers. Forgot about her smile when she showed off her gift. Forgot about the irritation I felt that morning.

            Well, I tried anyway. Stupid perfect memory. And now my sketches are missing. Still missing. Great start to the day. Just perfect.

            “What’s wrong Steven?”

            I tried to keep the irritation from my voice when I answered. “My sketches are missing. I was working on them three nights ago and they just disappeared.”

            Maeve set down her mug of hot chocolate. Tilted her head in thought for a few moments.

            “Oh! Those weren’t for Jamie?”

            I frowned. “Why would you think that?”

            Her brows scrunched together in confusion. “You left them on the kitchen table.”

            “Yeah, but I didn’t think anyone would take them.”

            Her face fell. “Oh.”

            “Ah that’s not- Maeve I- Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

            She shook her head. “Is alright. He… You drew him. That day at the park right? He saw them and he thought that… He thought you left them out for him to have.”

            Oh.

            So that’s-

            “He was so excited he was. Woke me up at one in the morning to look at them,” she said quietly with a little smile. “I’m sorry Steven. I’ll let him know you want them back.”

            “No!”

            She paused in getting up off the couch. Rose a brow when I didn’t add anything. My cheeks started getting hot. Why did I do that?

            “I mean… He can have them. I don’t mind.”

            A beaming smile. She rushed at me to wrap me in a tight hug.

            “Thank you! Oh, he’ll be relieved. Won’t have to take pages out of his scrapbook now.”

            “Scrapbook?”

            She pulled back in surprise. “You didn’t know?”

            Her eyes grew wider when I shook my head. She began to fidget. My growing smile coaxed a little one back.

            “Don’t tell him I told you?” she asked in a whisper.

            I nodded.

            “He gets worried.” She tapped her head. “Amnesia an all. He likes to collect the happy moments he calls em. Pasted your sketches in beside some dried buttercups he had pressed.”

            Oh Buck. I- I didn’t know. You seem like you have everything in hand. I mean things are different now, but you…

            That’s my problem isn’t it? Even when you were freaking out, I didn’t notice. Didn’t see how upset you were under the surface… Or I was only focused on how the changes made me feel…

            “I won’t say anything.”

            She squeezed me in another hug. “Thanks lad.”

            You’re still my friend. Even with everything that’s changed I still love you. You’re still my family. You always will be.

            A chuckle escaped me long after the day had started winding down. It all made sense now. Wanting the movie tickets instead of letting me toss them. Maeve’s missing hair clip that she immediately gave up looking for a day later. Bruce’s missing tea box when he wanted to double check which brand to restock. I bet James cut the cardboard and pasted the top into his scrapbook.

            I’m still getting used to the changes. I’m still learning about who you are now but… if my sketches go missing from the night before or a few flowers get delivered here by mistake and can’t be returned that’s alright. I know Maeve doesn’t mind the last strand of her pink yarn going missing. I don’t mind looking through takeout menus that have squares cut out of them. Anyone who complains can deal with me.

            You save as many happy moments as you want pal. I’ll never get irritated about my stuff going missing again. I hope you like the rainbow stamps I forgot to put away that I got you.

[shewhowas39]

a slightly different sneak peek

last chapter Juniper & Starlight may have been a lot of spice, but the next chapter is gonna be kind of all over the place. including this little scene that features a tiny durge.

cw: intrusive thoughts about hurting a child.

***

“Juniper, sweetheart, do you wanna hold the baby?”

June sits on a wooden chair, bare feet dangling inches off the floor, doing her best to stay still and quiet so as not to disturb the sleeping woman in the nearby bed. The half-elven woman, with her light brown skin and long, wavy, auburn hair - currently a tangled mess on the pillows - is the most beautiful person June has ever seen.

“Juniper?”

She turns to look at the man standing by her chair, holding the bundle of blankets in his arms. The man, also a half-elf, has the biggest, warmest smile on his angular face. His straight, black hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, and his amber eyes are shining as he looks down at her.

June reaches her arms, still pudgy with baby fat, up to toward the bundle, and the man carefully helps her adjust her position so that she can hold the sleeping baby. 

“Mind his head,” he says. “Gotta support his neck. Yeah, just like that.” He eases his arms away and reaches up to tuck a dark blond ringlet behind June’s ear. “There we go. Ash, this is your big sister, Juniper.”

“Hi, Ash,” June whispers to the sleeping baby. 

He’s so small. June can’t believe she was ever this small. And he’s kind of funny looking, with his scrunched up face and bald, slightly cone-shaped head.

“Daddy, why’s his head like that?” 

The man chuckles. “It happens when babies are first born. It’ll be normal in no time.”

“Did Willow have a funny head, too?”

“She sure did,” he says. “And I bet you did, too. Just might’ve been hidden under all that hair.”

June giggles and leans down to kiss the forehead of the sleeping baby. She loves him already. He smells so clean and warm, and he feels so tiny and fragile in her arms. 

So fragile.

June has a thought of how easy it would be to hurt this tiny baby. How easily she could snap his neck, crush his skull, break his little bones. And she wants to. She wants to shatter the delicate little newborn. To hear his single wail of agony before his life is snuffed out. Or to press her chubby little hand over his mouth and nose and steal his breath away forevermore. 

The thought of her baby brother’s death makes her smile.

And that scares her.

Because June doesn’t know where that thought came from, only that it’s bad. It’s not the kind of thing good little girls think about. And she doesn’t really want it, does she? She doesn’t really want to hurt this sweet little baby.

So why are her hands itching to smother, to crush, to break?

June shoves the baby back into the man’s arms in a panic. “Daddy, I don’t wanna hold the baby no more,” she says.

“Oh, okay.”

The man takes the infant back and opens his mouth to say something, but June has already thrown herself off the wooden chair and begun bolting for the bedroom door. 

She needs to get away. Far away. Tears stream down her cheeks as she sprints through the little house. June doesn’t want to be near the baby. Not when the thought of hurting him - of killing him - makes her smile. She feels like a bad girl even though she always tries so hard to be good.

She tries so hard to be a good girl. 

[the-marvelous-mabby]

Fault

So, it’s my fault, then?” she asks me, looking up from the dirt beneath our feet with that depressing look in her eye. It always bothered me, that string of sadness that tinged each of her one-off glances, and how easily she’d just brush it off, and lie about them. She was great at lying, always has been. “Are you saying it’s mine?” I asks her, I feel my face twitch when I frown, scanning her up and down. Her hands grip her gown as she avoids my eyeline once again. Why does she do that? Is she trying to piss me off? Does she know it gets a rise out of me? “I didn’t say that,”,”Well, neither did I. Don’t put words in my mouth,” I can see her features scrunch with annoyance as she looks up. 

“There you go, again. Why is everything an attack on your character?”

”Did I say it was?”

”It’s how you’re acting. You think you’re the only one who can read emotions?”

”I think I’m the only one who cares about them.”

”Oh yeah? Why is that?” she asks.

 Is she serious? Just look at the situation we’re in. Anybody with a brain could see she never cared about anybody but herself. She sure as shit didn’t care about me, that much is clear. I don’t think I need to say anything in response, I can tell by the way her eyes widen as she looks at me that she gets it. She understands why the hell I’m so pissed off. She looks off to the side, and smiles. What the hell is she smiling about? “It’s so like you to make this about yourself,” she mutters. “About myself..?!” I can’t even bite my tongue, the fury jumps out before I can choke it down. “After what you pulled, you-”,”After everything you pulled, you still can’t take a hint. Not everything is about you,”,”Oh, so that letter you wrote was just for show?”,”What letter?” she mutters, I’ve been waiting for her to ask that question for a while. I take the letter from my pocket and throw it down in front of her. 

She doesn’t lean to reach for it, she doesn’t even look confused. She just looks from the letter, to me and sighs.

 “This again?”,”You apologized for what happened, and then you told me goodbye, what the hell was I ‘posed to think?” That letter, it was basically proof of everything I’d done wrong, it was glaringly obvious to all of our friends that this had been my fault. She practically blamed what she was about to do on me in the apology, and even signed it off like it was her final woes. Anyone with a brain could see the truth: This was my fault, and she’d done all but nail her will to my door. “Is that…what you think of me?” I hear her say, and I pause. “What?” There she goes again, with those sad eyes, looking at me like I’ve shot her dog or something. “You heard everything I said, you read that letter…and you still think I was trying to blame you for this? Is that who I am to you?”, her voice is wavering, and I can see her tears, I can see them running, too. Don’t start this, don’t start with the tears. You’re not gonna break me just, not after everything you left us on. 

“What the hell am I supposed to think? You didn’t tell me anything..!”,”I tried!”,”A letter isn’t trying, Diana!” She tenses and looks away, “It wasn’t just a letter,” she mutters again. I sigh my hardest and turn my back to her, like it’ll hide me from the guilt. It doesn’t. And she’s still there. Where she’s always going to be. “I wasn’t just a letter,” she repeats and I close my eyes, hoping that it’ll silence her. “It was text messages,”,”Stop it…” I beg. “And phone calls,”,”Diana..” Please cut this out. “And me begging you just to talk to me!”,”That isn’t what happened! I waited to hear from you!”,”You weren’t even willing to listen for me, Sam! You cut me off before I could say a thing! What did you want!? For me to chase you?!” I turn to face her when I hear that, my eyes wide with rage, or agitation, or whatever it is I’m feeling.

 ”Yes! Yes, I all I wanted was to feel like you cared enough to seek me out!”,”Well, maybe if you had let me, I wouldn’t be dead!” she shouts, and I tense, swallowing hard as I scan our surroundings. I’d forgotten where we were…how this had started in the first place. I look down at her grave, it’s engravings, the date, and how long ago it was. She’s been dead for a year, and I’m still doing this dance. I sit on the ground, at her feet and I try to wipe my face dry of all the tears that are falling. She’s right, isn’t she? This is all my fault.  I’m to blame. I killed my friend. “You know I don’t blame you. That I never did, don’t you?” I hear her ask. 

Of course she doesn’t. 

She was never the type. “So, why are you so angry…? Why are you mad at me?” I don’t know. It feels like I should be angry, it feels like I should be mad. It feels like that’s the only thing that makes sense right now. If I’m not angry at her, I have to grieve for her, and if I have to grieve for her, then she’s really gone. And if she’s really gone, I finally have to admit that I failed her. “You didn’t fail me, you couldn’t have known..” After all those signs? I had to know, of course I knew. But I just had to be angry. I always just had to be angry. If it wasn’t her, it would have been someone else. If it wasn’t someone else, it would have been myself, or my pasts. Anger was easy. It was easier than sadness, than fear, or anxiety. It was the easiest emotion to feel. And when the only other option to feel was something more difficult, suddenly anger was all I felt. At her, at the world, at the rest of our friends. 

And when she reached out to me, and I could feel all of her pain, all that did was make me even angrier. That after all she’d done, I still couldn’t hate her. I still wanted to come see her, I still wanted to look after her. But I fought those feelings like the plague. And then, just as quickly as I’d turned her away, she was gone. It was easier to blame it all on her, after that. So, why am I mad at her? Because she’s not here. After promising she’d always be someone I could rely on, and swearing up and down she’d be there for me, she took a knife to her wrist and let herself get buried. I can’t forgive her for that. Not when I’ll never hear her apologize. Not when I’ll never hear her again.

[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?”