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rafescvntyclubgf · 6 months ago

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Heartbroken - Rafe Cameron Blurb

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Frat!Rafe x BestFriend!Reader

⭐ republished ⭐

+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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fanfic-enthusiast · 3 months ago

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Just Try Your Best (GGG Fic)

“NO I DON'T WANNA!!”

The shriek was so loud it rustled Cobigail out a nap in her leaves with a jolt. “LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

Before Cobigail could take a look herself a little girl came bolting into the closet where her domain resided. The girl was red in the face with her brows scrunched up and immediately sat down where she was with her arms crossed, grumbling to herself, completely oblivious to where she ran off to it seemed. A prime target for a prank. Quietly, carefully, Cobigail leaned over her and threw out her hands while making her signature scary face.

“BOO!!!” The little girl screamed and covered her eyes with her hands.

“Ahaha! Gotcha good! Well hello little thing. Hope I didn’t spook you too much?”

After realizing she was ok she carefully parted her fingers to look upon the cheeky prankster of a harvest god.

“Noooooo.”

“Heh, well aren’t you a brave one! Not many your age can say they barely jumped at a prank from me. What’s your name kiddo?” “Parri…” “Well lovely to meet you Parri. Say what brings you to my humble abode.”

“I just wanted to get away from my teacher.” the little girl, Parri, crossed her arms again and furrowed her brow.

“Oh? Why is that? I thought she was nice.”

“It’s cause she wants me to sing a stupid song with the rest of my class. And I don’t wanna.”

She stomped her foot and threw her arms in the air in a little tantrum. Cobigail cocked her head a little and put her hands where her hips would be… if she had them.

“Now wait a minute little lady. A stupid song? I know plenty of songs, but I can’t really think of a stupid one.”

Parri groaned and frowned harder, “You wouldn’t get it. I hate singing, I hate being here, and my teacher is mean to try and make me sing in some concert I don’t even want to be a part of.”

A flash of memory comes through of similar kids not wanting to take part in shows or community gatherings. A sudden change in their excitement to be on stage, glee to anger. Rarely was it a genuine loss of enjoyment for music but rather something a little more, some problem outside the classroom in their lives. The part of Cobigail that remembers teaching kids like this knew that behavior all too well.

She shrank down as much as she could and leaned over, to try and be closer to the little girl’s level.

“Hey now, I’m sure you don’t mean all of that.”

“Yeah well I do.”

“What specifically don’t you like about singing with your class?”

“Um… the… crowd, and the song is bad. Like… slow.” she fumbled around for the right words but eventually fell quiet, caught red handed in her fib.

“Parri, I promise you can tell me what’s bothering you. I won’t tell a soul. The concert’s here are for the community and are a way to bring everyone together, doesn’t that sound fun?” “...” Parri looked away from Cobigail down at her feet. “My momma can’t come to the concert tomorrow… and I don't know anyone else here. I’m gonna be all alone. I d-dont wanna perform alone.”

Cobigail’s gaze softened and she gently put a large finger on the child’s shoulder. “And you’re afraid?”

Parri nodded, her big eyes welled with tears threatening to break and pour over her little cheeks. Without warning she pulls herself around and holds onto Cobigail’s hand, thankfully missing the thorns on her arm and starts to cry. “W-w-we j-just m-m-moved. And I-I d-dont have f-f-friends here.”

How long had it been since someone cried to her like this or looked to her for comfort?

“Shhh… There there. It's alright. Let it out.” Cobigail soothed while carefully stroking her hair with another hand, she was so small, last time she did something like this she was sure the child was bigger in her grasp. Probably squeezing her waist while she stroked their hair and tried to calm them down, being a supportive presence in their lives.

What did she do back then?

A memory of holding a crying child to her came forth, they had lost a pet recently and the grief was still fresh on their mind. She held them close apologizing to them and while they cried in her arms she started humming, something slow. She didn’t remember the name.

She came back to the present as Parri hugged her finger tighter and buried her face into it. While Cobigail held her and gently hummed what bits of the song she could recall and made up the rest. Parri cried for a while, until the sobs trailed off to small snotty sniffles.

“Do you feel a little better?” Cobigail asked.

She felt the little girl nod against her finger.

“I know you said you're scared of performing alone. But you are braver than you think Parri. And you won’t be alone, this will be a good chance to get to know other people in the community… other kids like you.”

“W-what if I mess up the song and they make fun of me?”

“You wouldn’t be the first person to make a mistake, Parri.” Cobigail laughed a little, “Oh boy. One time I missed a whole line of a song when I was little you know. Some time around your age I think.”

“What happened?” “Well I sure was embarrassed but no one laughed or made fun of it. The show went on and people congratulated me on the performance.”

“Even when you messed up?”

“Yes, cause I kept singing and finished the show. They were proud of me for doing my best.” Cobigail carefully brushed a bit of hair out of Parri’s face with a smile. “And I think even if you mess up a little, people will be proud of you too, just for trying.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, I bet you will even make some friends too. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Yeah…” Parri nodded a little. “I still dont wanna go alone though… I wish my mom could come but she works...”

After a moment of thinking Parri looked up at her, still holding onto her finger. “Can you come? Please.”

Cobigail thought for a moment, “... Parri, I will see your show. You may not see me, but I will be cheering you on, don't worry.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Pinky promise.”

“Hehe kid, my pinky is bigger than your whole body!”

“Oh. Well then, cross your heart?”

“Cross my heart, and hope to fly, stick a corn cob in my eye. Bleh!”

She made a silly face while miming poking herself in the eye and Parri giggled from where she sat in Cobigail’s hand.

“See, look at you smilin’ away! Make sure you wear one for the show ok. I’ll be watching!”

“Ok ok! I will.”

“Good, I know you're goin’ to do great. Now you should probably go back to class, the day is nearly over and I’m sure your teacher is worried.”

She carefully placed Parri back on the soft cloud floor so she could leave.

“Ok, miss. Thank you for making me feel better.”

“Of course, always happy to help whenever you need. Oh, one last thing.”

“Yeah?”

“BOO!”

“AH!!! Hehehe!!!!! Boo!” “Ha!! Great job!” and with that Parri was sent off back to her classroom through the closet door.

True to her word, it was the end of the class day and the teacher was very worried about how long Parri spent in the closet with their god. (Only a little worried about whether or not the girl was eaten though, and more so worried about what to tell her mother if she was.)

When the next day rolled around and towards the evening when the shadows were long. The kids from the small choir school in Milldread gathered in the center of town to sing a few songs, to show the community what they learned so far in the year.

As the performance went on from where Parri stood amongst her classmates scanning the crowd she could see the figure of Cobigail above her altar watched from a distance, like another member of the audience.

And when the songs were sung and the people clapped, a wind rustled the arms of the figure making it look as if she was doing the same. Congratulating this little girl for doing her very best.

#ggg #great god grove #cobigail #cobigail great god grove #sort of oc parri #she's kinda just a random name #god I love this game #cobigail is the best #fluff

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giggly-squiggily · 7 months ago

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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!

#jjk #tickle #tickle fic #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #can be read either platonic or romantic!#fluff #they are best boys your honor

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elilelibeli · 3 months ago

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Sirius Black discovers magic of a good dress:

“Sirius hurry up” Remus was begging at this point with no success. Sirius was nowhere near ready, or quite frankly even near begging to get ready. He always took long showers, but since he was dreading to go tonight he took his extra time.

“Perfection takes time Moony” Sirius chirped while he helped Remus tie a bowtie. His hands slipped from his neck trailing down slowly.

“Sirius, stop it, it will not work on me right now. We have cancelled three times already, we are going tonight. Please just get dressed, you know I hate to be late.”

“But Moony please It’s such a horrid weather, it’s perfect for staying in, look the bed’s practically calling your name” Sirius purred, draped on their bed, softly patting his hand as an invitation to Remus.

“Oh you are being so bratty right now.” Remus murmured to himself, “You know I would rather stay in too but we can’t reschedule again. We go tonight and it will be over.” Remus pulled Sirius’s arm gently to get him off the bed. “You have 15 minutes.” he shook his head while watching Sirius glaring at him stubbornly. “Come on don’t be a princess” Remus said as he was leaving the room.

Sirius, still half naked stomped to his closet. “Uu Sirius be responsible, don’t be a brat, stop being difficult, blablabla” he was mumbling to himself laced with annoyance as he was scanning his closet to choose something to wear. Suddenly he smirked as if he saw the target he had been long searching for, he quietly chuckled “I’ll show you a princess”

It took Remus to call Sirius the third time for him to finally descend from their bedroom.

Remus’s reaction looked almost animated, as if he had come to a halt. Sirius smirked secretly, as he casually walked to get his boots and a leather jacket from the doorway closet. He did expect a reaction, a surprise, a mild shock even, after all he was wearing a dress, a beautiful dark red dress.

“Come on Moony, we’ll be late” Sirius said sweetly as if he didn’t just manage to break Remus.

“Oh sorry, yes coming, grab the keys will you?” Remus, as if someone had restarted his system suddenly came back to action. Sirius could smell the awkwardness surrounding him.

Sirius was happy, his revenge plan was working perfectly. If he was forced to attend by Remus, he would make him feel awkward and embarrassed with dressing up in a dress. He was suffering, so Remus would have to suffer, it was only fare.

“Is this new?” Remus coughed awkwardly when they got into the cab.

“It’s Mary’s she asked me to grab her dry cleaners the other day” Sirius said casually. “I don’t think she would mind tho.”

“No, don’t think she would” Remus agreed quietly, looking away in the mirror.

They didn’t talk much after, giving Sirius time to think and that was never a good thing, because the outcome was either massive menacing or massive overthinking and how this thought train was going, the spiral was coming his way.

Suddenly he felt stupid. He was such a hothead, just wanting to embarrass his sweet, nice Remus. They were going to go to public and he was sure he would get looks, those weird, sinister looks. Yeah, just like clockwork, he was spiraling.

The taxi stopped, Remus getting off to open the door for Sirius

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Remus asked.

Of course he immediately noticed distress on Sirius’s face, he always knew.

“Sorry..” Sirius mumbled scrunching the fabric of his dress with his nervous hands.

“What for?” Remus asked genuinely confused.

“The dress” Sirius was staring at his feet, “I was so annoyed at you for making me come and I wanted you to suffer like I would be tonight, I saw the dress and I thought I’d wear it to embarrass you, you called me a princess so I thought I’d show up dressed like one to get on your nerves”

“Embarrassed?” Remus looked even more confused somehow, “Why would I ever be embarrassed because of you?, do you think i’d be embarrassed to walk around with you in a dress?” He looked at Sirius.

Sirius was still staring at the ground. “I just didn’t think this through you know.. I just thought..”

“Sirius look at me” Remus said firmly, waiting to look Sirius in his eyes. “Do you like wearing this dress?”

Sirius gazed at the boy, he didn’t really think about how he felt. First, it was just a stupid revenge plan, which quickly turned into an overthinking spiral so in between that he didn’t really have time to think how the dress made him feel.

If he was honest, he did like how he looked, and he felt quite powerful in his dress. The dark red looked really good with his complexion, the shape of the dress complemented his physique perfectly and it went so well with his leather jacket and doc martens. He felt quite good.

“Um.. I think so?” Sirius hesitated “I quite like the color” he mumbled.

“You are right. This color is amazing on you, you look absolutely beautiful sweetheart” Remus smiled at Sirius.

Well Sirius was wearing a dress which apparently made him absolutely beautiful and he was also about to cry.

Remus chuckled, probably noticing Sirius’s my eyes are about to be filled with tears look, “Let’s go inside, yeah?” Sirius could only nod.

The pair made their way to the entrance, Remus’s hand on Sirius’s back. Remus smiling at him, checking in one last time, as they went in.

Sirius was wearing a dress and Remus was next to him holding on like he wanted to show off to everyone that he was here with Sirius, like Sirius belonged in his arms, next to him, like he had won a prize.

Sirius’s plan had failed so miserably.

“I thought I made you upset when you saw me at first, I thought you’d be scared or embarrassed to go with me like this” Sirius said to Remus once they found a moment to each other again.

“What? No..” Remus started to explain himself.

“No worries Moony, it was quite funny you just stopped working there for a sec and you were so awkward all the way here”

“Yes cause I was stunned to see you, you quite literally took my breath away as you walked past me and you did it so casually like it didn’t take all my self control not to jump you right there and then in the hallway” Remus rumbled, pink blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Oh you really like the dress, don’t you?” Sirius teased, every little bit of insecurity and doubt leaving his body. He felt so powerful at that moment.

“Oh you have no idea” breathed out Remus, “Although, I am planning to show just how much and even though your plan failed tonight, mine will work out so very perfectly” he winked and walked away leaving Sirius with a dumbfounded look and blush the same shade as his dress coloring his cheeks.

#wolfstar #I missed them #the way I love writing these silly things about them is so funny #they discovered a lot of things about each other that dayhuh?#remus’s plan worked out perfectly btw they fucked so much that night #Sirius looked so hot #I have the exact outfit in my head trust me it is absolutely beautiful #Sirius black is a princess!#also like do I have some kind of thing with red dresses?#cause I did do a whole thing with Marylily #Sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #marauders #dead gay wizards

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dollfaceksj · 1 year ago

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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

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

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

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

“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?”

to be continued.

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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 11 months ago

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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.”

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mismatchedtwins · 7 months ago

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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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manygeese · 3 months ago

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CHAPTER 11 WHICH IM JUST NOW REALIZING I NEVER PUT OUT A TEASER FOR ‼️‼️‼️

Leo found it depressing that every choice he had made in his entire life brought him here: trying to make small talk with his one and only ex on a wooden swinging bench that got more uncomfortable by the second. Oh, and had he mentioned that it was fucking freezing?

He kept his eyes fixed on his swaying feet, unsure whether the dizziness was from the motion of his perch or his own nausea.

There were a million things he wanted to say to Calypso. Most of them started with “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry for that one time I yelled at you for going to the arcade without me.

I’m sorry for bothering you with my Rubik’s cube while you were trying to focus.

I’m sorry for ignoring you all of spirit week even though you really wanted to wear matching outfits on twin day.

I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend.

I’m sorry for being your boyfriend.

All he had to do was utter one of those phrases out loud, get it out of his cluttered head. But instead, he used the birdsong and the whistle of the wind as an excuse. Anything he said would be swept away with it anyways.

“I’m sorry,” someone said. It wasn’t Leo. He was too much of a coward to let those words out.

Leo cleared his captured throat. His voice came out choked as he coughed up the word “what?”

“I said I’m sorry.” Calypso clutched at where the fabric of her dress scrunched around her knees, bunching it up and letting it go again like a substitution for a breath.

He coughed. “You don’t have to.”

She knitted her cinnamon eyebrows together. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me for what?”

He was afraid he’d be disappointed if he did, but he did it anyway. “For what?”

“I suppose I’ll start with the small things. Do you remember when you lost your Rubik’s cube, back in junior year?”

“… yes.”

“I threw it away. I’m sorry.”

Leo let out a low whistle because it was either that or cry like a little baby. “Yikes.”

“I’m sorry for not listening to you whenever you talked about the robotics stuff you really liked. Sometimes, I would just use it as background noise. That was rude of me.”

“I’m sorry, too. For the record.” He tapped nervously on the armrest.

“For what?”

“Basically everything I did in college,” Leo said, making a pathetic attempt at a laugh. “I was such a loser back then.”

She forced a chuckle- Leo could tell, her smile was too square at the corners, like her lips were subconsciously drawn downwards even as they were pulled up- and knocked her shoulder against his. “Weren’t we all?”

“I was especially a loser. I’m sorry I never helped you with your theater projects. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you practice the oboe. I’m sorry I never took you out as much as you would’ve liked. And one time, the day after we had our first big college fight, I got us both coffees with your cash and gave yours to some other kid on campus.”

“You told me you’d spilled it on your way to class,” Calypso murmured.

“Yeah. Have I mentioned I’m sorry?”

She snorted halfheartedly. “I think so.”

Silence settled over them, looming like a piano over a cartoon character’s head.

“I’m starting to think we just shouldn’t have gotten together in the first place,” Calypso admitted. She picked at her already chipped aqua nail polish.

“Well, you’d be right.”

“Just like that?” She laughed, but it came out strangled. “You’re not gonna even try to say otherwise?”

Leo met her eyes, only because he felt she deserved it. “I can’t lie to you, Cal, we were horrible for each other. To each other.”

“Why?”

The piano came crashing down. If it had actually been a cartoon, Leo reasoned, his head would be popping out of the lid and he’d have piano keys instead of teeth. Maybe Calypso would have taken the opportunity to scurry away, leaving a silhouette of herself in whichever brick wall she decided to escape through, but he had no such luck.

Calypso’s eyes never left his, acting like jackhammers boring into his skull. Her question was repeated in their roundness: why?

“Cal…” he started, just to keep up the illusion that he was actually going to answer her, “it wasn’t your fault.”

“Just tell me. Why would we never have worked?”

He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to hop over the porch railing and abscond into the corn fields, never to be seen again. “I’m gay.”

Calypso’s eyes widened impossibly further. Her mouth stayed mercifully shut for a moment before it uttered the words “so many things make sense now.”

Leo couldn’t help but snort at her response. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“You always acted weird when we had gym with Percy, for starters.”

“Oh my (god,)” Leo groaned as he buried his face in his hands, “I was so obvious, wasn’t I?”

Calypso chuckled. “Yeah, you were. And there was also Frank. Was that fake flirting… was it actually…?”

“I can’t tell you what teenage me was thinking, but I can tell you it wasn’t entirely straight.”

She hummed, voice lilting with humor and melancholy. Her eyes moved off to the horizon, though Leo’s stayed fixed to her face, reading it (or at least trying to) like a manual.

Step One: get together with a girl of literally anybody’s dreams in 7th grade.

Step Two: spend the rest of your middle school, high school, and college years with each other.

Step Three: fight. A lot. Which leads to a messy breakup, and it’s like, this whole entire thing.

Step Four: don’t speak to each other for three years.

Step Five: tell her you’re gay and make her realize that she wasted a decade on you.

“I know I’ve said it a lot, but I’m sorry, Cal,” Leo whispered. “You deserved somebody who loved you romantically. You still do. And I couldn’t give you that, but I got us into this mess anyway, and here we are ten years later with one toxic relationship under our belts and not much else.”

“I’m honestly not sure I even wanted a relationship,” Calypso said. “I think that… my father may have pressured me into it when I didn’t want it or need it.”

Leo nodded.

“I don’t want one now, either. What does that say about me? Am I… am I going to be alone forever?” She turned towards him. The sunlight caught her eyes, making them glint like glossy pearls with tears not yet shed.

“Cal, no,” Leo said gently, somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. He shook his head and placed a cautious hand on her shoulder. “No. You’re not gonna be alone. You, you’re a wonderful person. You’re so passionate and you always know what you want and you’re really smart. There are people out there that are gonna love that, whether it be romantic or not. There are people out there that will love you however you want them to.

“I… I couldn’t do that for you. We couldn’t give each other what we wanted from that type of relationship, if we wanted one at all. And that’s okay. We’re not kids anymore, nobody can pressure you into anything.

“And, if it makes you feel any better,” he offered, “I still want to be friends.”

Had those words really just left his mouth? And had he meant it?

Calypso gave him a watery smile. “Do you mean that?”

Leo found himself returning it. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

She tackled him in a hug, nearly knocking them both off the porch with the force of it. They laughed and the sound was familiar. It came from sunny summer days spent playing video games, and chilly walks from class to class when fall came around, and sharing an umbrella when the frigid winter rain hit, and goofing around at the spring dance. It was a bit of his childhood coming back to him.

She practically performed the heimlich on him, the way she was squeezing him like a stress toy. He threw his arms around her neck and patted her awkwardly as he tried not to turn too red (between all the laughing and back breaking hugs, it was sure to be a failure). “God, I missed you, Cal.”

“I missed you, too.”

~*~

They sat there for hours, talking about interests both shared and not so shared. She would talk about her travels in Greece, he would chat about his students, she would explain what she learned about music, he would describe all the projects he’d made. Eventually, the subject turned from work to social life, from social life to friends, and from friends to love. Leo wasn’t quite sure how he felt discussing his (mostly nonexistent) love life with his ex, but with an old friend? Yeah. Yeah, he could do that.

“There was this one girl in Greece, Echo. I wanted to be her friend for the longest time, I’m not even kidding you. I found out the bar she usually went to on Friday nights, and yeah I know that sounds creepy but I just had my friend Zoë tell me. So it wasn’t that weird. Anyways, I got up to talk to her, right? And turns out, she’s mute, and I didn’t know sign language yet, so we ended up having a written conversation on her receipt. And at the end, she gave it to me, and it had her number on the back!” Calypso giggled, and he couldn’t help but giggle with her. What else could he do? That was one hell of a meet cute.

“Are you two still friends?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah. It’s kind of easier, we communicated mostly by text anyways because she doesn’t like using paper a whole lot. She’s toying with the idea of spending summer here, actually.”

Leo hummed acknowledgingly.

“What about you? Any pretty ladi- uh, handsome guys around here?”

He snorted, but that didn’t keep him from blushing hard. “Nice save,” he deflected.

Calypso got a smug look on her face. “Oh, yeah. There’s a handsome guy alright. You look like a tomato.”

“Fine. There’s a handsome guy.”

Calypso squealed and kicked her feet. “Tell me everything.”

“You want to know all of it? There hasn’t even been that much.”

“I mean, you listened to me about Echo, so consider it payback. Now tell me.”

“Ugh, fine,” he sighed. “Um, Frank and Hazel moved away a few months back, so Piper had to find a new farmhand to replace the guy. Um. And his name is Jason. He’s a big buff blonde dude.”

“Is that your type?”

“I don’t know! Maybe? I think my type is just man.”

“No way. You had a crush on Percy, captain of the swim team and known athlete, and probably Frank, too, and he’s literally the strongest person I’ve ever met. And now Jason? Who, when you describe him, the first words that come to mind are ‘big’ and ‘buff’? You have a type, and it’s men who could throw you like a football.”

“Oh my god! Shut up! Never psychoanalyze me again!”

“That wasn’t psychoanalysis, my good man, but simple observation.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

“And you aren’t?”

Leo decided not to dignify that comment with a response, half out of offense and half out of seeing Jason appear from over the crest of the hill. “Oh my god, oh my god, shut up, he’s coming. If you say one word about this to him I will kill you.”

“My lips are sealed.”

Leo squirmed in his seat, trying to fix his posture and look natural at the same time. “Does my hair look good?”

Calypso snorted, which caused her to wheeze, which caused her to cackle. “No, no, I’m not laughing at you, you’re just…” she trailed off when Jason came into earshot. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“I sure hope I have, actually,” he retorted. Jason was coming up the path. Should he stop him and have a chat? Could he trust Calypso not to embarrass him? “I was pretty fucking annoying back then.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. You’ve changed, of course, but you’re still the same guy, just more you, if that makes sense.” Calypso left him with that, opting to turn around and face the porch stairs with a polite smile prepared. Before he could protest, she waved Jason over and offered him a hand. “Hi, you must be Jason! I’m Calypso, Leo’s friend.”

“I believe he’s mentioned you before,” Jason said, tone even, hand shaking hers calmly. He met Leo’s eyes and held the contact with a soft expression and gently sloped brows- concern. It was probably something else, though, but a boy could dream.

Calypso continued, her eyes screwed shut with the intensity of her smile. “It’s been so nice seeing him again after all these years. He’s so funny, don’t you agree?”

Jason smiled. “Certainly.” His eyes drifted back to Leo and the smile turned slightly mischievous. Wait, was that a wink? Did he just wink at Leo?

Leo was going to be sick.

“Oh, and so smart, right? I mean, back in college, he could attend three math classes the entire year and still pass with an A,” Calypso flattered.

“No, nope, that’s not true, she’s exaggerating,” Leo interjected. “And besides, I had a shit grade in language arts so it didn’t matter anyway.”

“He’s just trying to stay humble. He was the star of the robotics club at our high school-”

“Cal, please-”

“And the computer science teachers adored him-”

“Oh my god-”

“He had the math grades worthy of valedictorian-”

“Cal-”

“You should have seen him in shop class-”

“Cal!”

“As much as I’d like to continue, it seems someone-” she shot a pointed yet fond look over to him, but he didn’t notice, as he was covering his face in his hands in an effort to conceal the redness- “doesn’t appreciate it. Long story short, I was lucky to have met him. I’m sure you feel the same.”

“I do.” Jason breathed. Okay, so maybe Leo was hallucinating, but that was definitely a blush on Jason’s cheeks, right?

“Well, I’ll let you go now. I’ve held you up long enough, haven’t I? It was nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Jason chirped, heading into the farmhouse and, god, he actually winked.

He froze for a second after Jason shut the door, and he’d like to say he recovered himself quickly, but he didn’t. “What the fuck was that,” he managed.

“That, my good man, is called wingmanning.”

“No the fuck it is not.”

“Well, sure, if you wanna get into the nitty gritty, it’s wingwomaning, but same difference. Now, I’m going to have to head out soon if I want to get to family dinner on time, but can I give you some advice?”

“…fine.”

She grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him fully towards her. “You need to ask him out. He’s smitten with you. He will say yes.”

“…how do you know that?”

“How can you watch so many romcoms and not realize the signs that someone’s in love? Did you seriously not see him look at you? Or hear him, for that matter? Listen, Leo, I want you to be happy. Just ask him out, okay? For me.”

“…fine.”

Calypso smiled brilliantly and waved goodbye and headed for the gate. She looked happier now. Her grin was less restrained, and so was her hair. It was in a low ponytail instead of that tight braid she always used to have. She looked more like Calypso.

“Cal?” He called, moving to lean on the porch railing.

“Yeah?” She shouted back.

“Come back for dinner sometime, will you?”

Her smile got a few watts brighter. It made his own smile widen. “Of course.”

Now that he had reconciled with Calypso, there was only one problem left to solve:

Ask Jason out. Huh, it sounded easier when put into words. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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itsbeeble · 1 year ago

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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.

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moonlight0934 · 4 months ago

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Fatigue

Bellamy wakes up feeling off that morning, but he pushes it off due to lack of sleep. He’s been working doubles, and holding training sessions on his slow days. No matter how much he does, there’s always more to do. His body aches as he showers and gets ready for the day. It’s almost enough to convince him to climb back into bed, but not quite.

He had told one of the older guards that he’d been working under that he needed to take at least one day off, but he’d been denied almost immediately. After all, no one else has been complaining. Which apparently mattered even though no one had been doing as much work, or putting in as many hours as Bellamy had. So, he keeps forcing himself through every day. Miller is on shift near the gate, and he looks almost as tired as Bellamy feels.

“Hey, how was night shift?” Bellamy asks, mentally going through his work checklist.

“Not as bad as this day shift is going to be.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t you work yesterday’s day shift and night shift?”

“Yeah, but apparently there was a scheduling error, because my name, and my dad’s name are too similar.”

“That’s incredibly stupid. So, why can’t your dad do this shift?”

“He’s doing something with Kane this morning. He’s going to come by to let me off work at noon. I’m crashing as soon as that happens. Anyway, what about you? You look like you didn’t sleep.”

“I feel like I didn’t sleep. Training ran late last night, and I didn’t get as much sleep as I would have liked. It doesn’t help that I woke up with a headache this morning.”

“Oh, that sucks. I know it’s probably just lack of sleep, but you should head by medical after work just to make sure you aren’t catching something.”

Bellamy nods with a yawn.

“Yeah, I guess so. I was thinking that earlier. There isn’t usually a long line, but I’m still dreading it.”

Miller smirks.

“Understandable.”

“Anyway, I have to check in. I’ll see you later. Actually, hopefully not. Hopefully you’ll be asleep by the time I need to come back here,” Bellamy says.

Miller nods. Bellamy walks to his post, and settles down to watch the surrounding area. Bellamy’s headache quickly gets worse. By noon, he can barely see because of how bright the sun is, and how much his head hurts. He tries to stand up, but his legs won’t even support his weight.

I guess I have to wait for someone to come over. It shouldn’t be long since it’s almost lunch.

Bellamy squeezes his eyes closed, using his hand to block out even more of the light. It isn’t long before someone’s hand lands on his shoulder. He looks up, still squinting. He can’t really tell who’s standing above him.

“Who said you could rest? You’re leaving camp open to attack, and for what reason? Because you wanted an extra few minutes of sleep? Come on, we’re going to talk to Kane about your behavior.” Whoever it is, their voice is incredibly annoying, and really loud.

They grab Bellamy’s arm, and pull him to his feet. He manages one step before his vision goes out.

Miller finishes putting his gear away, and all he wants is to climb into bed. It’s almost time for lunch, but even though he was on shift as long as he originally thought, he hasn’t seen Bellamy again. So, he decides to take a detour on his way back to the Ark. He’s walking towards Bellamy’s post when he sees one of the middle-aged female guards pull Bellamy to his feet.

He looks terrible. His face is bright red, his hair is sticking to his face, his eyes are scrunched, and he’s visibly shaking even from this far away. He barely lasts a second on his feet, before his eyes roll back, and he hits the ground. Miller runs over, barely giving the other guard a second glance.

“What happened?” she demands.

“I don’t know. Go tell Abby that I’m bringing Bellamy to medical.”

She jogs off, and Miller turns back to Bellamy.

“Bellamy?” he asks, tapping Bellamy’s cheek.

He’s obviously running a temperature, and whimpers when Miller’s finger makes contact with his face. Miller pulls Bellamy up, pulling Bellamy’s arm over his shoulders. He pulls Bellamy along with him until they get to medical. Abby looks shocked when she sees them, but quickly helps Miller get Bellamy on one of the beds. His eyes are open now, even though it’s just a little.

“Bellamy, can you hear me?” Abby asks, grabbing a stethoscope.

He flinches, but doesn’t attempt to say anything. He does try to bring a hand up to cover his eyes though. Abby reaches up, dimming in the lights. Bellamy relaxes, even if it’s not much.

“Miller, can you step out?” Abby asks, her voice soft.

Miller nods, and forces himself out of the room. He sits down in the hallway outside. The adrenaline rush is dropping, and all of his exhaustion is coming back to slap him in the face. He drops his head into his knees. He ends up falling asleep in the hallway, unable to make himself leave before he knows if Bellamy is ok, but also unable to stay awake. He wakes up to Abby kneeling in front of him, one hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, is he ok?”

“He’ll be fine. He has a migraine. I assume it’s something he’s probably dealt with before, but all of the symptoms were exacerbated by stress, lack of sleep, and a poor diet. You should come back in. You can sleep more there, and I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

“I don’t understand. How can a migraine cause that?”

“Well, I will agree that it’s not normal, but it is possible. Migraines can cause a lot of different symptoms, and they were all made worse by his lack of self care. He was also dealing with dehydration, fatigue, and possibly heat exhaustion. All of it went into one very bad reaction. However, I promise that with some rest and meds, he’ll be ok. I will be talking to Kane about his work hours though. I want to know what they are, and how we can adjust his schedule to make sure this never happens again.”

“He’s been working a lot. In fact, there are a few of the older guards that have been really hard on all of the kids who were on the dropship, and ended up in the guard. I think that might be a good place to start.”

Abby sighs.

“I was worried about that.”

She leads Miller into the room, pointing him towards a bed. He pauses to look at Bellamy. He’s not so red, and his face isn’t scrunched up anymore. He has an IV in his arm, but he doesn’t look uncomfortable. He just seems to be asleep. Miller lets out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. He climbs into the bed that Abby pointed out to him, and lets himself fall asleep.

When he fully wakes up again, Bellamy is sitting up in bed. He has a plate of food in his lap and he looks incredibly embarrassed. Abby is on the other side of the room, and as he watches them for a few minutes, she keeps glancing at Bellamy. Bellamy finally notices Miller and gives him a forced smile.

“Hey.”

Miller laughs incredulously.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“My head still hurts, but it’s ok. It’s not bad. Did you sleep well?”

Miller nods.

“Yeah, I did. I was worried about you though.”

“Thanks for helping earlier.”

“You don’t have to do everything alone anymore, Bellamy. I know you had a lot on your plate on the Ark, but you have people that care about you, and they can help.”

Bellamy looks down.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You need to eat,” Abby chimes in, looking at his still mostly full plate.

He takes a bite, his face red.

“It’s fine, we’ll get through to him at some point,” Miller says, standing up.

Abby smiles as she looks back at what she was doing. Bellamy just goes even more red.

#whumptober2024 #whumptober #no.29 #migraine #fatigue #burnout #who said you could rest?#the 100 #bellamy blake #nathan miller #abby griffin #angst #headaches #stress #whump writing #writing challenge

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years ago

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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.

#my fic #ytau #em #sh #rb

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miharuwrites · 1 year ago

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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.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #my fanfic writing #marvel #inspired by someone's idea #scrapbooking #steve rogers is a good bro

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shewhowas39 · 7 months ago

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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.

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“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.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 durge #durge oc #baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #bg3 dark urge #juniper & starlight

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the-marvelous-mabby · 1 year ago

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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.

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