#it’s helix’s fucking face what the fuck why

[dollsuguru]

let it be known…. bestie!sukuna does a killer winged eyeliner

#sharp enough to cut a man and that’s his goal i just know he does the meanest winged eyeliner for you in class #you hand him the pen w/o saying a word and he’s immediately grabbing the back of your head to steady you #if suguru sees that he’s like What Thw Fuck Is going onnimm gonna be Sick #firmly believe that reader & everyone in school has a mini crush on sukuna #i say mini bc he is so fucking sexy but the moment he opens his mouth you’re like damn… i regret all my life choices why’s he yelling at me #anyways. reader is the only one who can tolerate sukuna and vice versa <3 reader is friendly so everyone loves them #but like. BEST FRIEND wise? it’s sukie & reader til death does them part 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼 i love them so much idk why their dynamic makes me so happy #okay i’m just talking to myself in the tags rn hmmm how do i want him to look #pink hair + black undercut OBVIOUSLY. face tatts/body tatts OBVIOUSLY. #ear piercings + helix + industrials + eyebrow piercing + nose piercing + snake bites + tongue piercing OBVIOUSLY #he’d also wear reading glasses. FKN nerd 😹😹😹 i have 20/20 vision i can’t relate 🤭🤭🤭 #immaculately dressed & insanely intelligent you can call sukuna a lot of things but you can’t call him ugly or dumb #i think he’d have reader’s birth flower tattooed on him too just as a nod to how much he loves/cares for them <3 #where should he work… maybe at the same tattoo shop as suguru? yeah maybe that could work #sukie’ll be a piercer while sugu is a tattooist yeah that checks out #maybe they’re in the same frat? yeah that could work part 2 #okay YAY cool i’m glad i’m fleshing him out :3 #snippets #personal

[shootingstarpilot]

In Which Helix Loses His Godsdamned Temper

A gift for my dear friend @themonopolyhat, who wanted to know how the swivel chair race briefly mentioned in Chapter 11 of like lightning changing hands went down <3

Helix and sleep are passing acquaintances at best.

Not enemies, no- he's not a fool. He's a good medic. He knows sleep is important. Even for the clones, who were conditioned to function on half as much sleep as a human nat-born- toxic byproducts need to be processed. New neural pathways need to be formed. Memories need to be filed away. So of course he makes time for it. He most certainly doesn't need Needle coaxing him away from his desk or switching out his stims or shoving him down onto a cot and sitting on him until he passes out- no matter how much the younger medic might protest otherwise-

But. His point.

He makes room for it. Their moments of true downtime are few and far between, but Helix always makes sure to squeeze in a treasured nap or two when he gets the chance.

Which is why, when he's rudely awoken by shouting outside the medbay door that is not immediately followed by the reveal of some horrific injury, Helix decides he's well overdue to rain hellfire down on whatever hapless idiots decided to work out their post-campaign jitters right outside his fucking medbay.

He pulls the pillow off his head, rolls to his feet, and stalks towards the door, carefully selecting his most threatening expression and arranging it appropriately.

When the door slides open, he inhales-

And then lets the air out again in a slightly anticlimactic whoosh when he comes face to face with an empty hallway.

Feeling immensely irritated, he steps out of the doorway and glances to the left and right.

Where-?

The noise is barely a ripple at the back of his mind, at first. Almost indistinguishable from the ever-present rumbling of the engines.

Then it very quickly overtakes it.

Helix, operating solely on well-honed instinct, flattens himself against the wall just in time for a blur of motion to careen around the corner. They slow as they hit the curve, just enough for him to make out-

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Auks, on the swivel chair, gripping both edges with white-knuckled hands- Wooley, hands on the back of the chair, moving at a dead sprint-

Auks' gaze flickers up just enough to catch Helix's eyes, wild glee melting into a pants-pissing terror. They disappear around the next corner, and Helix indulges in a mental pat on the back when he hears Auks' distant shriek of-

"Go faster!"

Right.

He lets them go. He'll catch up with them later.

After a moment's consideration, he steps into the middle of the hallway, studying the water stain on the ceiling with all the appearance of sincere diligence.

The distant rumbling grows louder.

Hm. He should think about filing a work order with Maintenance.

Underneath, now, the sound of footsteps-

They don't want to let that pipe burst, after all.

"OhshitohfuckCOVER-"

He doesn't move.

A screeching noise, an even louder scream-

A tangle of limbs tumbles past his left, slamming into the corner with a force that Helix deliberately doesn't wince at.

Longshot is the first to sit up, carefully disentangling himself from the pathetic remains of the chair. He doesn't look at all frightened when he looks up at Helix.

Just resigned.

"In my defense," he says, rolling his shoulder assessingly, "I told them this location was a bad idea."

"It was," Helix agrees, poisonously sweet.

Gearshift is the next to emerge, clutching at his face. Longshot pats him on the back. "All good?"

Faintly muffled, slightly more stuffy-

"You broke my nose!"

"I broke your nose?"

"You!" Gearshift amends, pointing at Helix, the effect of his glare somewhat lessened by the blood pouring between his fingers. "What were you thinking?"

"Standing in the hallway?"

"Y-"

Gearshift falters.

Helix smiles at him.

"Do you know how big this ship is, Gearshift?" he says mildly.

"Pretty big, sir," Gearshift mutters.

"Do you know how often I have time to nap?"

"Probably not very often, sir."

"Do you know how loud you idiots were?"

"No, sir."

"This was the third round, though," Longshot adds blithely. "Can't have been too bad if you slept through the other two-"

"Shut your mouth," Helix says pleasantly. "Where are the others?"

Longshot points.

"Right," Helix says, already running through his death-be-upon-you-if-you-try-this-banthashit-again speech in the back of his mind. He jabs a finger at Gearshift. "Stay here. I want to take a look at your nose when I get- stop tilting your head back, do you want to asphyxiate on your own blood? I'll be right back."

He stalks off without waiting for an answer.

The others aren't far off. Two hallways down and Helix can already make out the cheerful chatter, rising alongside his blood pressure.

"-and Auks clocked in at three minutes on the dot, fastest lap yet," Waxer says cheerfully. Helix picks up his pace. "Right, Trapper, you're up- who's your partner?"

Trapper is, however, doomed to a life of loneliness, because it's at that precise moment that Helix rounds the corner and launches into a lecture that will be whispered about among the shinies for years to come.

"-swivel chairs! Fucking swivel chairs, I thought you were all supposed to be soldiers, not tubies running along the godsdamned catwalks-"

Trapper shrinks backwards, ducks his head, and his patient resignation drives Helix's ire to new heights-

"-had the entire ship to be suicidal in, but no, you had to plot out your fucking racecourse directly outside my fucking medbay when I was getting the first sleep I'd had in three days-"

Waxer scuffs his foot against the floor, looking like he's considering taking a step backward, and then thinks better of it-

"-slammed his head into the wall and broke his fucking nose, if he'd hit half an inch higher his brains would've spilled out like soup because you couldn't even think to use your fucking helmets-"

Boil seizes the opportunity when Helix is forced to stop for breath.

"We did have supervision," he points out. "Medical. So, you know- we got cleared-"

"Who," Helix grits out, "the fuck-"

The crowd pulls back like the tide, and Helix stares.

Stitch stares up at him from where he's perched on the edge of yet another swivel chair, white-faced.

Needle, holding onto the back, offers him a wave.

"Integrated supervision," he says cheerfully. "New management principle I heard about, thought we could give it a try-"

A muscle in Helix's jaw jumps.

"You two," he grits out, "with me. And the rest of you-" he snaps, at the rustle of a collective relieved sigh- "pull this banthashit again, and I'll deliver you to Grievous hog-tied on a platter- now, am I understood?"

At the affirmative murmurs, he turns on his heel and strides off, followed hurriedly by his two renegade medics.

The strained silence is broken only by two sets of footsteps for some time.

"Stitch," Helix says, after a moment, "get off the chair."

A pause. Then three sets of footsteps.

Then, so quiet Helix has to strain to hear it-

"Is Gearshift okay?"

Helix closes his eyes and forces a slow exhale out through his nose.

(His head is pounding.)

"Yeah," he says, making a conscious effort to gentle his voice. "Just a broken nose. No other trauma that I could tell. You deal with that when we get back, okay? Run him through the gauntlet. Use your best judgement."

"Okay, Helix."

The silence gains a certain obnoxious quality to it.

"And you," Helix says, considering-

Then it hits him.

"You can put that nutritional learning module to use," he decides. "Kitchens. Run through the new requisition forms with Terror. Help him rebuild a sustainable menu; the routine shipments got changed last week."

Needle does not appear half as peeved as Helix would like him to.

He catches Helix's glare and grins, irrepressibly sunny. "Will do, boss. Terror and I are friends, I like his company."

"Terror doesn't do friends."

"Mm, fair. We're nemeses, then. I think that's the closest thing he has."

Helix's glower darkens.

The rest of the walk back is silent.

They split when they reach the medbay. Stitch heads for Gearshift immediately- and Longshot, who, Helix notes with mild surprise, had stayed with him. Needle peels off for the kitchens, humming under his breath with a nonchalance that makes Helix want to deck him.

And Helix-

Helix heads for his office.

All inclination towards sleep has vanished. He grits his teeth, settles into his chair, rubs at his forehead-

He's sure there's some flimsiwork he can get ahead on.

Later:

After he realizes exactly why Stitch is skittering away from him at every turn-

After he sits him down and patiently explains that the absolute worst punishment he will ever receive- the punishment for the Fuck-Up Of All Fuck-Ups, the punishment if he is found to be unfit for medical work- will be being reassigned to a different unit-

After he sees their youngest primary off to bed, guilt still pulling his shoulders low and dragging at his steps-

Needle comes back.

The first Helix knows of this is when a knock at his office door rouses him from staring at the same page on his datapad that he has been for the past forty minutes.

"Come in," he mutters, and Needle pokes his head through the door.

"Hey, boss," he says, and steps in fully, carefully shutting the door behind him. "New menu's been filed. Double- and triple-checked."

"Mhm."

Needle settles into the chair and sets a cup Helix hadn't noticed him carrying onto his desk.

"Tea," he says quietly, in answer to Helix's questioning look. "Thought you might need it."

Helix grumbles something incoherent, but picks up the drink anyway.

The warmth seeps all the way up his arms, into his shoulders, and he relaxes quite against his will.

They sit in silence for a long moment.

"Things were getting tense in the training rooms," Needle says at last. "They were at each other's throats. Kamei had already dislocated Trigger's shoulder, and he didn't even seem sorry- you know how those two are."

Helix blinks. He does- and- that's right, they hadn't been there, had they?

"This was the first thing I could come up with. I should've thought of the helmets, you were right about that- I'm sorry I didn't. I just wanted to get them moving."

"And of course this was the first thing you thought of," Helix mutters. He sees Needle's expression twist briefly, and guiltily musters up a quirk of his lips. "Sounds like you."

Needle returns the smile, and then his gaze drops to his knees.

"I didn't know you were sleeping, either," he says eventually. "You- you don't usually. I should've checked, I know, I just figured- keeping the medbay on the route would make for easier access if someone did get injured."

Helix takes a sip of the tea.

It's not caf.

But it's-

Good.

"Sorry about that," Needle finishes lamely. His fingers twitch and flicker and jump before he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his scrubs.

Helix takes another sip- longer than he'd meant to, this time, and when he looks down he realizes he's nearly drained the cup.

His headache is easing.

"Longshot said that was the third round," he says at last. "How'd you two do on the others?"

Needle stares at him, uncomprehending, for one long moment-

Then a smile like the sun splits his face.

"Oh, knocked them out of orbit, boss."

"Good," Helix mutters. He stands, places the empty mug on the table, and stretches until he feels his back crack. "Right. I'm going to get some sleep, then. You got the shift?"

"Course I do," Needle says easily, and Helix squeezes his shoulder on his way out.

Stitch is sitting up when he emerges, ruffled hair and sleep-fogged eyes sending a pang through Helix's chest.

"Hey, kiddo," he says quietly. "Mind if I join you?"

Stitch squints at him. "Helix?" he says at last. "Needle said you needed to lie down."

"Oh, he did, did he?" Helix mutters, glancing back at the office door. He doesn't even bother to try mustering a glare.

"Uh-huh," Stitch hums, already slipping back into sleep. He curls onto his side and pats the empty space next to him. "Come on."

Helix kicks off his boots and obligingly settles under the blanket, and Stitch shuffles a bit closer and wraps an arm around his chest.

"Needle told me you two won," Helix murmurs.

"Yeah," Stitch says sleepily. A slow smile blooms across his face. "He can go pretty fast."

"Well," Helix sighs. "I guess that's okay, then."

As it turns out, sleep can come easily after all.

#shoulder the sky #this was meant to be a little drabble but now i'm scared to check the word count #cuddle time with the medics #because i love them #and they deserve it #needle has the highest emotional iq out of all of them and you can't change my mind

[laurageto]

Levi Ackerman

I stare at Levi, my hand placed on his chest. Tears stream down his cheek which he wipes away brashly with his shirt sleeve. I've never seen him like this before, he's never one to show his emotions about anything.

"Levi.. I honestly had no idea about your mother. I'm so sorry." My voice comes out as a silent croak. A lump forms in my throat. "And something I've never said to you before, I'm truly sorry for lying to you about who I was.. back when we were kids" the lump still sticking as I swallow hard. I feel all the courage I have leaking out of me, I'd never truly acknowledged how my lies had affected him. I always thought I'd lied for the greater good, for both of us. But that just wasn't true, I lied to protect me. I was so selfish.

His gaze draws up to meet mine, the anger has calmed but the sadness remains. "How do I know I can trust you y/n?" I can see his eyes desperately searching mine, he wants to believe me.

"I'll have to prove it to you. And I will, I promise. If you'll give me the chance to..." My voice trails off and I break our eye contact. What if he doesn't forgive me? What if I've wrecked everything?

I turn away and step lightly towards my bed when suddenly his fingers clasp my wrist and he spins me into an embrace. My nose lands snuggly into his pecks, the familar smell of fresh cotton and his unforgettable musk envelops my senses. My hand creeps up from my side as it slowly slides up his chest and clasps at the material it finds. Small pools of liquid fill my eyes as I feel him pull me closer in an embrace.

7 years. 7 years it's been since he last held me like this.

He leans his head down, nuzzling into my soft strands. His rib cage expands, taking my scent in. His fingers clasp tighter round my waist, as if the smell of me was all he needed to realise how much we meant to one another. He scoops my chin between his fingers and raises my head to face him, those hazel orbs entrancing me. Like I'm staring into my own soul.

"y/n... I'm about to show you just how much I've missed you"

And just like that, he slams me up against the nearest stone wall. He pins both of my wrists above my head with a single hand, his face dangerously close to mine. I can feel his hot breath against my soft pink lips. My cheeks flush a rosy hue as I glance down. Why do I feel nervous?

With his one free hand he runs a finger up my neck and brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He traces my chin and raises my head up again so that our eyes meet. "Don't look away from me. I want you to keep your eyes focused on mine. You are mine. You've always been mine".

Instantly he latches his lips onto my open neck, nibbling and sucking at my pale flesh causing me to whimper. "Levi.. you'll leave a mark"

"Exactly. That fucking Lieutenant will know to keep away from what isn't his" he growls into my lobe whilst planting small pecks onto my helix. He gently releases his grasp of my pinned wrists and rubs his forefingers along the collar of my lose white tee. Rrrrpppp!

Within seconds he's ripped the flimsy cotton off of my milky complexion. I haven't got a bra or underwear on due to the incident with one of the Lieutenants earlier so every inch of my skin is exposed. My small buds perk up as the cold air greets them.

Levi stares at my body hungrily, he bites his lip before sliding his tongue along his lips to moisten them. "7 years... I can't believe I've kept away from you for 7 years. Every. Single. Day. I've wanted to fuck the life out of you". He groans, his fingertips meet my nipples and put pressure on them slightly, rubbing them in a circular motion.

I can't even speak, my legs feel like jelly. I know my expression is speaking a thousand words. Absolute extacy.

"Not fair that I'm the only one being scrutinized here" I finally manage to squeak as I slowly undo his shirt buttons. His gorgeous chest starts to appear as the material falls away from his shoulders and drops to the ground. Fuck, he is utter perfection.

I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and my legs around his waist as he hoists me up onto him. His tongue finally finds my perky nipples, gently caressing one before lovingly moving onto the other, not forgetting any inch of me. His fingers scrabble mindlessly to find his zipper, the sense of urgency increasing every second. He finally pulls his pants down exposing his stiff erection. "Fuck, you make me so hard y/n"

I slowly push individual fingers into my mouth, wetting each one. I gaze doe eyed at him, driving him more and more wild. I slip my now wet fingers down through my legs and they find his cock. As my hand clasps it, I feel it pulsate. I begin to stroke it slowly, teasing my fingers around the edge. "I remember just how you like it'. He groans, closing his eyes. His palms clutch to my bum cheeks, leaving marks where they dig.

After a few minutes of teasing he carries me over to my bed and throws me onto it. I giggle as he eagerly spreads my legs apart, licking his lips as he kneels on the cold wooden floor. I can soon feel his warm breath on my clit. "Here she is, I've missed her..." He whispers as I melt into his chocolate brown iris'. He wraps both of his arms around my thighs and pulls me closer to his face. His lips finally meeting my pussy.

"I own this pussy. I own you. After tonight, you'll never look at another man again".

My entire being has been craving this moment for what feels like eternity.

I feel my muscles relaxing into the soft cotton sheets as his lips tenderly press against my clit. His tongue desperately searching for that sweet spot that he knows oh so well. A hushed whimper escapes my already parted lips as his mouth finds its mark. I feel his fingers grip my thighs tighter in acknowledgment. Bolts of electricity ignite throughout my body, rippling through every joint and muscle. Waves of pure pleasure pulsate throughout me. "Enjoy this baby" he utters before slowly dipping back in to enjoy your taste even more.

My fingertips tighten round the surrounding sheets as I can feel my body tensing close to orgasm. "S-stopp!" I moan as I push his head away, "I'm so close and I want this moment to last. It's my turn to pleasure you". He leans back onto his heels with a cheeky grin spread across his gorgeous face. He gracefully stands up, his abdominal muscles flexing before my very eyes. I can't help but lean forward and run my palms over them, feeling every indentation. Fuck how has he got even hotter? I'm literally salivating here Levi!

As my fingers wander his muscles, I notice the scars that mottle his ivory skin. My lips find them and land small pecks on every single one. I feel goosebumps emerge on his chest at the touch of me. As my mouth works it's magic I tentatively drag down the remainder of his pants exposing him completely. "Now we're on even grounds" I remark longingly staring at his member which is eagerly greeting me.

I look up at him, memorized but his hypnotic milk chocolate eyes. I'd never really noticed how beautiful they were, small flecks of amber laced through them. He reaches towards me, brushing strands of ivory away from my complezion to get a better view of me.

Taking both of my hands I wrap them round his shaft, slowly working up and down whilst keeping my aqua orbs fixated on his. I stick out my tongue and gently caress the tip of his erection, Levi bites down on his lips as a slight hiss escapes from them but he doesn't lose eye contact with me. I teasingly edge my mouth deeper and deeper down his shaft, his hands erratically finding my hair and grasping at it as he puts a small amount of pressure for me to go deeper. I happily accept.

The power I feel having all of him inside my mouth. "Fuck y/n" the words radiate from him. His left hand untangles from my long locks as it slides down my jaw and gently clasps around my neck. I know he can feel his own dick pumping inside of my throat which makes him even harder. "Shit!" He suddenly pulls out, his stiff cock right by my mouth as a string of saliva drips from the end. I take a gasp for breath while I can before he sticks it back in and continues to thrust. I cup his under carriage gently, my future children are in there. These babies need to be protected!

After a few rounds of edging him to an almost orgasm he drags me up off of my kneeling position on the bed and dominantly flips me over so that my rear is facing him. He licks his fingers before caressing my moist pussy. Using my own juices he wets the end of his cock and forcefully enters me. I yell out a squeal of pleasure which eggs him on more. It doesn't take long for his pace to quicken, slamming his entire body into mine.

I rock my hips back into him, matching his eager pace. Every pump drives me wild and I know it's doing the same to him. "I've missed this pussy, I've missed everything about you y/n" he groans, making no effort to hush his tones. It's almost as if he wants everyone to hear. He wants people to know that I'm his.

"Fuck, I forgot how big you are Levi" I mewl, I'm at his complete mercy. "I love it when you say my name. Say it again" he commands. "Levi. Fuck me harder" I express, my words emit a begging tone. I can almost hear his expression as a captivating grin spreads over him. His palms grab my hips greedily, hoisting up his foot onto the bed to enable him to get deeper.

He outstretches his forearm, clutching a collection of my tresses and curling them round his fingers. He tugs on them slightly which in turn pulls my head towards him. I'm well and truly in his control.

After a few minutes of us rampantly going at it he pulls himself out of me and slaps the supple pink skin of my bum. The mark of his hand quickly reddens the area that it had hit. Grabbing my waist he hungrily tosses me onto my back leaning into me so that my legs almost bend behind my head. "Lucky I'm flexible" I giggle before licking my lips siductively. He gives me a fervent look as he takes his shaft and plunges it back into me, gliding in and out of my now soaking vagina with ease.

"Keep g-going. I'm going to cum" the pitch in my voice heightens. "Look at me. I need you to look at me when I cum" he orders at me. The husky intense voice is playing no games. My orbs quickly meet his. "Don't cum in me" I whisper. As much as I want children with him one day, now probably wasn't the best time.

"I'll cum in you if I want to. If you get pregnant, well... nothing would make me happier if I'm honest" he puffs away, exhaustion now setting in. For some reason those words trigger my orgasm. "Fuuucckkk! Levi!" My toes curl as euphoria takes over. "Uhh.. ghh oh my god" he cries out. I can feel his dick pulsating inside me, the warm liquid filling every crevice. He leaves it inside of me whilst we both soak up the emotions we're feeling.

"I'm glad your mine again. I won't let anyone touch you ever again". He lovingly strokes my cheek wiping away the beads of sweat that had accumulated during our love making before collapsing beside me out of complete fatigue.

I turn to him, his eyes now closed.

My god, he's the most gorgeous human I've ever laid eyes on.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #levi smut #levi sex #levi ackerman smut #rivaille ackerman #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi aot smut

[holy-megs]

. ➵ ⁺ tokyo revengers guys + their favourite piercing preferences on their s/o

. ➵ ⁺ characters: ken ryuguji, kazutora hanemiya, baji keisuke, hakkai shiba, hanma shuji

. ➵ ⁺ cw + tw: fem!reader, characters are aged up, suggestive content, fluffy moments, mentions of piercings, hanma’s + draken’s parts may be a lil too spicy so watch out ¡!

KEN RYUGUJI [DRAKEN] — belly button piercing

Draken is a fan of piercings since he also has one on his left ear, so he will definitely be in awe once he notices that you got one for yourself at your belly button. He will be so proud since he knows that you were scared of doing it yet stunned at the sight. Whenever he sees you wearing a bikini or a crop top that makes the piercing visible, he will get so turned on that he will just want to fuck you at the nearest wall without caring if anyone cathes you both. "Fuck! do you know how hot that piercing makes you look?" Draken will groan against your neck. He may sometimes get jealous and act all overprotective, but he will grab you by the waist and hold you tightly if he ever suspects one of the gang members or even a stranger staring hungrily at you. "Babe, you’re hurting my piercing like that." You will get mad at him since his tough fingers and hands are so veiny and wide that they cover your entire belly and hurt your piercing.

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA — helix, daith, tragus

Kazutora is all about aesthetics. That’s why he adores your ear piercings, mainly the ones that stand out the most and are considered more eccentric and unusual by others. Not to himself, though. Kazu is a man who likes when you do things out of the ordinary and outside your comfort zone. That’s why he likes teasing you about it, and whenever you two make out, he always gets a strand of your hair and gently places it behind your ears just so he can peer at your ear piercings. “You’re so pretty like this you know?” His words and eyes will reflect a sense of devotion and compassion. He is awestruck about how much he adores your stunning beauty, including your piercings. Kazu is your number one supporter and fan. Let me tell you, when the two of you get matching piercings, he melts right on the spot. He will be acting like a child, and when you catch him blushing too, the teasing begins. “Awww my baby is a hot mess.” You casually make fun of him while Kazutora tries to cover his face.

BAJI KEISUKE — nose piercing [nostril] + nose hoop + nose bone stud

Baji is no exception to the other two boys since he also loves observing your every move and, of course, more than anything, your nose piercing too. Baji is a guy who likes piercings in general, and he is very tolerant of what you do to your body. He doesn’t like you having a bunch of piercings on you and especially your body, be it on your belly or nipples. He just doesn’t like it. However he is a sucker for nose piercings. Once he notices that you've got a nose piercing and you remove any other unnecessary piercings he advised you about, his smirk will be so evident that you will be able to see his broad teeth. “Suits you well babe.” His eyes will gaze at you softly. Now let me tell you, Baji is a guy who loves you despite what you do to your body and face. This is your life, and he is not some kind of controlling freak telling you what to do. However, since you asked for his opinion, he must be honest. “Suke, your nose—” You will always say this to him in cute annoyance. Baji typically enjoys pressing your noses together and giving you eskimo kisses just so he can admire how cool your piercing is.

HAKKAI SHIBA — lobe, upper lobe

Hakkai, meanwhile, encourages you to have an appearance that is less flashy. He is the type of guy who prefers one exceptional earring on your lobe or upper lobe over many of them, just as he does. Hakkai might be unable to express these desired thoughts to you because, as we all know, he can be awkward and shy when it comes to interacting with women. However, you shouldn't worry because, as you two grow closer, he will learn to be more confident and tell you that you are beautiful even without any piercings. But don't get him wrong. He won't mind if you want more piercings. The poor guy is just too afraid and embarrassed to let you know that he wants to get matching earrings with you.“Shiba-kun, you seem pale, what’s wrong?” You'll start to worry about your boyfriend's attitude out of concern. Hakkai doesn't want you to worry about him, so he will act as if everything is fine while secretly fantasising about how pretty you'll look wearing that earring of his. “y/n, how a-about I lend you my earring instead?” After that, Hakkai's flushed face won't be able to feel justice.

HANMA SHUJI — nipple piercings

As we all know, Hanma changes women faster than he can light up another cigarette. He is very keen on trying new things and experimenting, so it is no wonder he likes nipple piercings. He is a very nasty man who prefers to see your nipples filled with an accessory instead of nothing at all, especially when you have small boobies. Once you show Hanma that you have pierced your titties, he will be so eager to please you. Hanma goes crazy at the sight of his sin and punishment tattooed hands worshipping and touching your boobies like that. He will cup and suck your nipples really hard that you’ll have the best nipple orgasm ever. “Oh? Pretty girl’s getting shy all of a sudden?” His smirk will carelessly widen, and his ego will increase as his sayings make you blush even more. Since you pierced your nipples, Hanma hasn't let you rest and wants to touch your titties every second just to admire your piercings. “You’re noisy today.” You pout at your fuck buddy's teasing behavior while he continues annoying you.

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the language of flowers | lsm

pairing: lee seokmin x f! reader genre: flower shop! au (seventeen), tattoo shop! au (nct), rivalry (slightly subverted), fluff, angst, comedy word count: 10.0k summary: you have a big, fat crush on the owner of the flower shop across the street but there are two pretty big problems: you’re pretty certain he has a girlfriend and both of your staff hate each other’s guts. warning(s): cursing, very suggestive content (tipsy almost-sex, sexual references and allusions, etc.), reader has some tattoos, insults and slander between both shops (everyone kind of acts like a jerk to one another), seokmin lifts reader off the ground, unedited   author’s note: wow, this was a doozy! i didn’t expect it to get this long tbh and i definitely should have been working on a paper instead of writing this but seokmin has really been hitting different to me recently, so this was born out of that!  playlist: fallin’ flower by seventeen • call out my name by the weeknd • take a chance on me by niki • tattoos together by lauv • la vie en rose by édith piaf

You weren’t sure when the whole Neo Tattoos and Piercings versus Fallin’ Flower rivalry happened but what you were a hundred percent sure about was that it started with Donghyuck. You loved him like a little brother but you knew it had something to do with one of the flower shop employees spilling something on Donghyuck one day when he was in a foul mood. And Donghyuck in a bad mood was something none really wanted to deal with.

Or maybe it started when Doyoung made some off-handed comment about how little effort it took to create wedding bouquets versus tattooing and piercing.

Or maybe it was because Yuta and Mark laughed very loudly when one of the flower shop workers, you were pretty sure his name was Hansol, pulled on their push door.

Okay, maybe you weren’t a hundred percent sure how this mess all started.

You did think the owner, Lee Seokmin, was pretty cute though. He had been extremely friendly the first day he had opened his store, coming across the street to introduce himself and you welcomed him to the neighborhood. You even invited him to grab some lunch the next day and that meal together had you smitten, embarrassingly so.

So this supposed ‘rivalry’ between your store really threw a wrench in your plan to ask him out.

“Do you see this shit?” growled Donghyuck as he practically flung the door to your shop open. “They’re opening a cafe in that flower shop!”

“Seriously?” Mark asked, rushing to your storefront to peer out. “Oh, shit, they are!”

“Did you think I was lying?”

“I don’t know, Hyuck, you kind of have a track record for that.”

“Fuck you, Mark Lee, this is why you get no bitches.”

“Fuck you, I do get bitches!”

“Children, children, calm down,” Johnny cooed mockingly. You caught Taeil’s eye and you both rolled your eyes.

“Doyoung, what’s on schedule for today?” you asked and your staff quieted down to listen to Doyoung, one of your receptionists and schedulers along with Jungwoo and Taeil.

“Johnny, Chanyeol’s coming in today to finish his tattoo at ten-thirty. Taeyong, you’ve got two new clients at eleven and at three today; the first one’s not sure what she wants so you’ll have to help her with that. Jaehyun’s got a helix piercing at one, and Yuta has a septum piercing a two, another one twenty minutes later, and then a belly button piercing at four. Mark, you’re shadowing Yuta—”

Yuta cheered a little, lunging at Mark and squeezing him in a hug. You all snickered at the way Mark flailed a little before wrapping his arms around Yuta to return the embrace. “—and Donghyuck, you’re with Johnny today.” Doyoung pointed at you and said, “Soojin’s coming into get a tattoo at eleven today too.”

You grinned at Taeyong and Johnny. “Guess we’ll be working side-by-side today.” They smiled back at you, Johnny opening his mouth to say something but there was a knock at your door and everyone looked up, faces immediately darkening.

Seokmin stood outside, unperturbed by the glares coming his way, and you rolled your eyes at your staff members as you walked over to the door and stepped out. “Hey!”

“Hi!” Seokmin chirped. He jabbed his thumb back at Fallin’ Flower. “We just opened a coffee shop inside so I wanted to bring you something to try. You like an iced latte, right?”

“I can’t believe you remembered,” you said as he handed you an iced latte and a slice of cinnamon coffee cake wrapped in wax paper. “Thanks so much, this was so sweet.” He slipped a single flower in with his gifts.

“What’s this?” you asked, wiggling the flower in your hand.

“A white gardenia,” Seokmin said. “We just got some in today.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you. You’re really too sweet,” you said, feeling your face warm.

He chuckled and you could have sworn his ears were pink. “You deserve it all,” he said.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and you peeked over your shoulder to see Jaehyun leaning against the closed door. Even with his arms crossed, it was clear he was trying to make himself look larger and more intimidating, which was a pretty simple feat for Jaehyun given that he was already both of those things to a lot of people. He frowned and said, “We should get ready for opening.”

Seokmin chuckled, taking a step back from you. “I got it,” he said. “We should get ready to open too.”

“I’ll see you around,” you said. Seokmin nodded and smiled brightly, which had your heart thumping.

Jaehyun snorted and you glared at him. “What is your problem?”

“What’s my problem?” he asked. “You’re fraternizing with the enemy.”

“How is the flower shop an enemy? We don’t even have the same clients.”

Jaehyun huffed and didn’t respond, electing to open the door and let you duck under his arm to go back inside. Yuta scoffed, “Who does he think he is?”

“Right?” Jungwoo grumbled.

“Okay, everyone’s got to lay off them,” you said.

“We’ll back off when they do,” hissed Donghyuck. “That Chan fucker said our shop always looked dirty yesterday.”

“And what’s-his-face… Soonyoung said tattoo artists—”

“I couldn’t care less about what they said,” you said. “I told Jae this outside already — we don’t share the same clients, so there’s no loss of revenue. I know that there have been incidents in the past that have bred some weird hatred but I need you all to be professionals like I know you all are. No more of this today, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. We’re opening in five, so everyone should get to their stations and get ready.”

Everyone scuttled off to where they needed to go and you sighed, sitting at your station and setting your coffee and the flower aside. You practically inhaled the coffee cake Seokmin gave you. It was perfect, just the right amount of sweetness without it being overpowering. You took another bite and sipped a bit of your coffee and you finally understood why coffee cake was called coffee cake. The pairing was heavenly.

“You sure he didn’t poison that?” Johnny asked. You gave him an exasperated look and he said, “I’m kidding… mostly.”

He said, “We’re not doing it to cause trouble. We’re just protective of one another and of the shop.”

You ran a hand down your face. “I know, I know. And I’m sure the guys across the street are the same.”

Johnny shrugged and you said, “I just need you guys to tone it down. We can’t have this petty feud hurt business.”

“We’ll be on the best behavior we can be.”

You said, “You realize that that’s not a high bar, right?”

Johnny laughed and Taeil led Chanyeol inside for the first appointment of the day.

Before you knew it, you were sitting on your stool, bent over Soojin’s arm as you did the linework for her new tattoo — the moon with some stars dotted around it. She was talking with you as well as Chanyeol and Johnny at the station beside you. You half-listened to her and Chanyeol talk about a concert they were both at the night before but didn’t know the other was there while you listened to Taeyong patiently talk through the steps of getting a tattoo to his new client.

You rolled your chair over to take a sip of your coffee quickly before resuming Soojin’s tattoo. She asked, “Is that from the new cafe in the flower shop?”

“Yeah!”

“I was thinking of going over there after my tattoo. Do you like their stuff?”

The shop went eerily quiet with only the buzzing of yours, Taeyong, and Johnny’s tattoo guns making any noise. Yuta and Jaehyun had stopped chatting, and Donghyuck and Mark stopped bickering. You felt your eye twitch. Were they all fucking serious?

“Yeah, I really like it,” you said and you heard a sharp inhale of breath a few feet behind you. “And the owner is lovely.”

Something like a snort came from the corner. You focused only on Soojin and said, “I definitely think you should check it out.”

“I think I will,” she said, “because I’m really jealous of your coffee.”

“You can take a sip if you want?”

“Really? Can I?”

“I’ve injected ink into your skin for hours, Soojin, I’d say we’re good enough friends for you to share a drink.”

She giggled and reached over with the arm that wasn’t getting tattooed to take a sip. “Shit, this is good.”

You hummed in agreement and looked over your shoulder, pointedly glaring at your staff. They immediately went back to what they were doing but the energy in your store definitely dropped. If you had any free hand, you would be massaging your temples in frustration right now.

Soojin’s tattoo took about an hour and she gleefully told you how much she loved it and loved you. You gave her whatever she needed for aftercare and watched as she crossed the street to Fallin’ Flower. Doyoung said, “Still think they’re not competition?”

“No, I don’t because they’re not curbing revenue from us.”

“Maybe we should open a cafe,” said Jungwoo.

You snorted, “Who would run it? Mark can’t even cook an egg, much less make a tulip out of crema and steamed milk.”

“Hey!” Mark shouted from the back. “You promised not to bring that up again!”

You heard Johnny ask, “Didn’t Gordon Ramsey respond to the tweet Donghyuck posted about that?”

“You all suck.”

It was around four in the evening and you were busy shoving chicken lo mein into your mouth with Jaehyun, Johnny, Taeyong, and Donghyuck in the break room when you thought you heard the entrance bell jingle. You had had a bunch of walk-ins throughout the day; seven people looking to get pierced and five wanting tattoos. And one was a hookup from a few nights ago that Jaehyun didn’t call back, which had you all either laughing at Jaehyun or giving him looks while he ushered her outside, his ears bright red.

Taeil opened the break room door and said, “There’s a woman here asking for you.”

“Me?” you asked, putting your takeout container down on a side table.

Johnny snickered, “Is it a hookup you didn’t call back?” Jaehyun threw a wrapped fortune cookie at Johnny’s head with a “Fuck you” accompanying it.

“I don’t think so,” you chuckled, following Taeil to the front of the shop.

The woman was making small talk with Doyoung and Jungwoo, and she brightened up when she saw you. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Yuna and I was wondering if you had time to tattoo me today.”

“We do,” you said. “It’s nice to meet you, Yuna. Do you know what you’re looking for?”

She nodded and pulled out her phone, showing you a photo of the word ‘first’ in elegant script. “A friend of mine recommended you specifically to do it.”

“I’m flattered,” you said. “Is this your first time getting a tattoo?”

She nodded and you said, “I’ll walk you through the process and then we’ll get started.”

You wrote out the stencil, showing it to Yuna, who clapped her hands and said, “It’s perfect!” She chose to place the tattoo on the back of her arm, right above the bone of her elbow. You had her fill out the paperwork and settle up payment, cleaned the area on the back of her left arm, and reaffirmed that it was exactly where she wanted it placed.

The tattoo didn’t take long given that it was just black lettering, no shading or coloring necessary. As you dressed the tattoo and gave her instructions on how to take care of it, you asked, “Can I ask who recommended me to you for tattooing?”

She replied, “Dokyeom did.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I know a Dokyeom.”

“Oh!” She said, “Sorry, you probably know him as Seokmin. Dokyeom was his nickname back in high school.”

Something ugly twisted in your gut. “Got it,” you said. “That was very kind of him.”

Yuna nodded and said, “He’s the sweetest.”

“He is.” For some reason, the words felt bitter on your tongue.

“Thanks so much again,” Yuna chirped, giving you a bright smile. You did your best to return it despite the pit in your stomach. You wanted to ask her more about Seokmin and how they knew each other and what they were to one another but were scared, frankly, scared of the answer.

The day flew by with a couple of more walk-ins asking for various piercings and tattoos. When the clock hit eight, Jungwoo flipped the sign on the door from ‘open’ to ‘close.’ Taeyong stood up and stretched his arms above his head, sighing in satisfaction when he heard cracks and pops. Doyoung commented, “That’s how you know you’re getting old.”

Taeyong shot him a glare. “Sleep with one eye open, Doyoung, I know where you live.”

“Oh, I’m so scared.”

“What’s he doing here?” Yuta hissed and you all followed his gaze to the door, where Seokmin stood outside with a vase of flowers. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Johnny move to get the door so you hurried over quickly, opening it first.

“You need anything?”

Seokmin shook his head and held out the vase of flowers to you. “No, but I wanted to thank you for taking good care of Yuna today. She was kind of nervous to get her first tattoo and she told me just how amazing you were with her and how you made her feel so comfortable.”

That ugly feeling reared it head again as you accepted the vase. “Just doing my job.” You glanced at the flowers and asked, “What are these?”

“Yellow lilies,” he replied.

You nodded. “Thanks.” The word came out much more curt than you intended it to be and you caught the flash of surprise go across Seokmin’s face before it melted back into his warm smile.

“Just doing my job,” he parroted back at you. You wanted to give him a nicer smile but the question about just who Yuna was to him and who he was to her were still plaguing your mind. The two of you stood there in an awkward silence — a rare occurrence for someone like Seokmin — before he piped up quietly, “I’ll see you Monday, then.”

“Yeah, see you.” You retreated back into your store and watched as he made his way across the street, back to his. It was only then when you noticed his employees peering out the window and into your store, where you absolutely knew all your guys were glaring from.

You didn’t even have the energy to tell them to knock it off. The vase felt heavy in your hands as you placed it on a side table. You remembered the gardenia Seokmin had given you in the morning and you grabbed it from your station, placing it among the yellow lily bouquet.

Jaehyun nudged you and asked, “Are you going to Jungkook’s on tonight?”

“I honestly totally forgot about that,” you said. Jungkook was a friend of yours and Jaehyun’s from college. He took over his father’s company right after you all graduated so you rarely saw him since he was always so busy. Recently, though, he successfully completed a merger with a different company, and he finally was able to justify a break for himself, which included throwing a party in his uptown penthouse.

You weren’t really sure you were in much of a partying mood right now, though.

Jaehyun said, “I think you should go, we haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I can pick you up at around ten,” Jaehyun said, “and we can go over together.”

“Perfect.”

It turned out that every one of your college friends going to Jungkook’s party remembered it but you. You got a FaceTime call from Jihyo, who asked what you were wearing and then gasped when you said a t-shirt and jeans. “You cannot do that.”

“Why not? What’s wrong with it?” you asked her, taking a few steps away to show her the full outfit as if it would change her mind.

“How often do you get to be all dressed up?”

“Jihyo…”

“Y/n…”

You crumbled under her stern gaze and sighed, “Fine, fine. I’ll look in my closet.” You opened it up, rifling through it until you came upon a periwinkle blue halter top and the matching skirt. You couldn’t remember the last time you wore it, maybe to some club in your senior year?

You showed the set to Jihyo, who squealed and nodded emphatically. “I remember that one! You always looked so sexy in it! Plus, it’ll show off your tattoos and I know lots of guys who’ll love that.”

“I’m not trying to get laid at Jungkook’s.”

“You may not be trying but that doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Wait, wait! Are you coming alone or are you going in with someone?”

“Jaehyun’s coming with me.”

Jihyo wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you said, “You and I both know it’s not like that.”

“I’m not sure why it isn’t, though, that man is fine.”

You made a face. “I’ve seen Jaehyun take soy sauce shots and drink milk straight from the carton then put it back.”

Jihyo waved you off. “Semantics.”

“I’m hanging up.”

You met Jaehyun in your lobby about fifteen minutes later and he gave you a once over and a whistle. You punched him in the shoulder and he just chuckled, “I haven’t seen you like this since college.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He glanced at you again and said, “Jungkook should throw parties more often.”

“Jeong Jaehyun, do you want to die?”

He just smirked back at you and the two of you got in a cab to Jungkook’s high-rise. You rang the buzzer for Jungkook’s apartment and you weren’t sure who replied and buzzed you up but you had a feeling it was a very, very drunk BamBam.

“Yo!” Jungkook answered the door, dressed in a tight dress shirt and slacks. “You two look great! Thanks for coming!” He dapped Jaehyun up and gave you a tight hug. Then, he gently poked the tattoo on your shoulder — a small abstract representation of the moon and the ocean that Taeyong did for a you a couple of months back. “This one new?”

“Not really,” you said. “Got it about six months ago.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Shit, has it really been that long since we’ve seen each other.”

“Time flies,” you said. Jungkook nodded and stepped aside, letting you and Jaehyun cross into his apartment. He was lucky that owned the entire floor because if you were his neighbor and the music was this loud, you’d be issuing a noise complaint right now.

Jungkook showed the two of you to the bar, manned by two shirtless bartenders. Jungkook introduced them as Jimin and Jin, who both agreed to work the party as a favor to Jungkook. Jaehyun ordered a screwdriver while you said you’d take some of Jin’s specialty sangria.

“My favorite friends!” You and Jaehyun watched Dongmin stumble toward you, draping his arms around your shoulders in a hug. You and Jaehyun smiled as you steadied Dongmin; he had never been particularly great at holding his liquor, which meant that Dongmin didn’t often get drunk. It would be endearing to see your normally cool and collected friend red-faced and staggering if you weren’t worried that he was just going to tip over at any moment.

You patted Dongmin on the back and asked, “Are you going to be okay standing up on your own?”

“Totally fine,” he said, giving you a drunken grin. He reached up to squish Jaehyun’s cheeks. “I missed this face.”

Jaehyun gave you a look that screamed “Help me!” but you just smirked at him and said, “You’re doing great, Jae.”

You ignored his protests as you slipped away to find some more of your friends. You located Jihyo and Mina, who were doing rum shots with Taeyang and Hyunjae. “You look even sexier in real life,” Jihyo said. She pointed at you and asked the other three, “Doesn’t Y/n look hot?”

“Definitely,” Hyunjae said. Mina and Taeyang nodded in agreement. Distantly, you heard the buzzer go off again and, again, BamBam took up the task of answering it with a garbled yell. You glanced around the penthouse; you thought everyone was here.

“Who else could be coming?” you asked Jihyo.

“I think Jungkook invited some friends from high school.”

You hummed and took the shot Mina poured for you, setting your cup of sangria down and tilting your head back, gulping the shot down just as Jungkook opened his front door. You choked on your drink as you saw Seokmin walk in with two other Fallin’ Flower workers — Mingyu and Minghao — and Yuna.

Oh, you have got to be kidding. Not only were the two people you really didn’t want to think about here together, but you weren’t in the mood for Jaehyun to get into some altercation with Minghao and Mingyu.

“Give me another shot,” you demanded, turning back to your friends. Taeyang and Hyunjae shared a glance but Hyunjae still poured you some more Bacardi. You relished in the burn of the coconut rum, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Excuse me.” You left without another explanation, searching for Jaehyun. You needed to get to him before he saw Seokmin, Mingyu, and Minghao on his own, and you also just wanted to avoid seeing Seokmin and Yuna together.

“Thanks for your help,” Jaehyun deadpanned when you found him near one of the floor to ceiling windows, free of Dongmin.

“Sorry,” you muttered, swiping Jaehyun’s drink from him and taking a sip.

He snatched it back from you and said, “You seem kind of tense right now.”

“Okay, I’m going to tell you something and I need you to not freak the fuck out.”

“Okay…”

“Minghao, Seokmin, and Mingyu are here.”

Jaehyun immediately straightened up and his jaw clenched. His eyes scanned the crowd and it was clear when he found them. You grabbed his shoulder to bring his attention back to you. “This is the first time Jungkook’s been able to relax in a while. Please don’t start some inane argument tonight.”

Jaehyun exhaled through his nose and said, “I won’t.”

You nodded but there was still an uneasy feeling in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was from the possibility of some blowup between the guys or if it was because of Seokmin and Yuna, who you spotted in a corner together, their heads bent close to one another.

You took in Seokmin’s profile, all the sharp points of his face that were contrary to his gentle personality. He was handsome, undoubtedly so, and it made your heart hurt just a little.

Whatever he and Yuna were talking about, it was intense and passionate and you wondered if it would end in some equally intense kiss. You didn’t want to watch and find out.

“I’m getting another drink,” you announced to Jaehyun. You made your way to the bar station again when you bumped into someone, who just barely avoided spilling their drink on you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re all good,” the man said. He smiled at you, the corner of his mouth dimpling. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Chan.”

“Y/n.” You shook his hand and asked, “How do you know Jungkook?”

“We studied abroad together,” he explained. “What about you?”

“College too,” you replied. “I’m sorry, I feel like he definitely mentioned you before but I can’t remember.”

Chan shook his head good-naturedly. “It’s okay. He’s clearly got a lot of friends to remember.” He motioned with his drink to the apartment and you laughed a little.

“Clearly.” You pointed at his drink. “What do you have?”

He peered inside and swirled his cup a little, both of you watching as the liquid sloshed around inside. “I think it’s a Long Island iced tea but Jungkook just shoved it in my hand when I arrived. I really haven’t drank any.”

“Can I try?”

“Sure.” He handed you the cup and you took a long pull from it, feeling the delicious rush of alcohol to your head.

You pushed it back into Chan’s hand. “It’s good, try some.”

He took a drink and said, “Wow, that is good.” He handed the cup back to you and you took turns drinking from it, the booze making your head feel light and airy.

The music picked up into a slow, seductive song and you grabbed Chan’s arm, setting the drink down on some random surface. “Do you want to dance?”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” You giggled at his enthusiasm and dragged him closer to the middle of the room, where people had started pairing off to grind against one another. You drew Chan closer to you, guiding his hands to your hips. He pressed your back to his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder as you swayed to the beat together. Some hazy voice at the back of your mind told you to look around to see if Seokmin was dancing with Yuna but it quickly disappeared when Chan nuzzled your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you shiver. Your hands slid to rest atop his on your hips and you pressed yourself closer to him.

You whined when you felt his lips finally make contact with the nape of your neck, sending electricity pulsing through you. You flipped in his arms, draping your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped around your waist. You tipped your head up and kissed him, running your hands through his hair as you still moved to the rhythm of the music.

“This is a little forward,” Chan murmured in your ear, low and slow, “and I don’t usually do this and I’m a little buzzed but do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes, please,” you answered breathlessly and you peeled yourself away from him, grabbing his hand and leading him to the door. You shot Jaehyun and Jihyo separate texts to let them know you were leaving with Chan. Jihyo was the first to reply, requesting that you share your location with her. Your fingers fumbled but you eventually sent your location to her. You didn’t read Jaehyun’s reply, too occupied with peppering kisses along Chan’s neck as he ordered an Uber for the two of you.

You stumbled up the stairs of his walk-up, eventually coming to his front door. He unlocked it as quickly as he could and as soon as it closed behind the two of you, he pressed you against it and kissed you again.

As you two made your way languidly down the hall to his bedroom, Seokmin’s face flashed bright in your mind and you started wondering what it would be like kissing him, grating your hips against his, pressing pecks along his elegant neck.

You fell back against Chan’s bed and he hovered of you, hands hot on the bare skin of your waist. You slipped your hands underneath his shirt, feeling the rows of lean muscle. He kissed along your shoulder, pressing a particularly reverent kiss to your tattoo, before continuing a path along your collarbone. He began trailing closer to the chest when you pushed your hand against his shoulder, gently urging him away from you. Chan immediately backed away and asked, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. You took a deep breath. Seokmin’s smiling face appeared in your mind again and there was a knot in your stomach. You said softly, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I can sleep with you.”

Chan said, “No need to apologize for anything.”

You smiled weakly at him. “You’re much nicer than most of the guys I’ve turned down for sex.”

“Well, being nice about that is, like, the bare minimum of being a decent person.” Chan glanced at the clock at his bedside and said, “I’m not totally comfortable letting you go off into the night on your own so you can sleep here and I can sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not kicking you out of your bed, Chan,” you said.

“I’m seriously okay with sleeping on the couch.”

“Chan, it’s your bed. If anything, I can sleep on the couch.”

“No.”

You said, “We can share your bed.”

Chan raised an eyebrow. “Are you comfortable with that?”

“You just had your tongue in my mouth and we almost had sex,” you said. “I think I can handle sharing a bed.”

Chan barked out a laugh and said, “Got it. Let me get something more comfortable for you.”

Chan climbed out of his bed, staggering a little drunkenly. He righted himself quickly and reached into his drawers, pulling out a t-shirt and basketball shorts for you. He turned around when you changed and clambered into bed next to you when you laid down.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.

You hummed in assent and he said, “Do you have any more tattoos? Other than the moon and ocean on your shoulder?”

You nodded, sitting up and reaching over to turn his dim bedside lamp on. “Yeah.” You showed Chan your underarm, where your birthday was written out in Roman numerals. You also lifted your (his) t-shirt and pulled the band of the shorts down slightly to show him your hip, where you had a sprig of lavender.

Chan said, “I’ve always thought about getting one but I keep chickening out.”

“You could drop by my shop some time and we could have a consultation.”

Chan’s eyes widened. “You’re a tattoo artist?”

“Yeah, I even did some of Jungkook’s.”

“That’s wickedly cool.”

You grinned at him. “Thanks.” Your eyelids drooped, either from the alcohol or your own tiredness but it was enough for Chan to reach over you and turn the light off.

“We can talk in the morning if you’re still here,” Chan said. “Let’s go to sleep now, though.”

“Okay. Good night, Chan.”

“Night, Y/n.”

Your head was throbbing and your mouth was as dry as the desert when you woke up. You heard Chan groan behind you and you guessed he was feeling just as shitty as you were. “I’m never drinking again,” Chan grumbled.

“Never say never,” you replied. “But I’m inclined to agree.”

Chan huffed a laugh and said, “Do you have to get to work this morning?”

“No, the shop’s closed on Sundays.”

He said, “Do you want to go to this new cafe? My friends told me they have good hangover baked goods.”

“Sounds perfect.”

You both struggled to get out of bed and Chan let you use his shower first. He also let you keep his t-shirt and shorts, which you wore over your party set, since wearing it by itself at eleven in the morning was not the vibe. You, unfortunately, did have to wear the party heels you stuffed your feet into because there was simply no way you’d fit into Chan’s shoes.

You insisted on paying for the cab to wherever Chan was taking you, finally getting Chan to agree to let you do so as long as he paid for the food and drinks. When you stepped out of the car, you felt fucking stupid that you didn’t realize where he was taking you.

Fallin’ Flower.

You pursed your lips as he held the door open for you. You didn’t go over to Seokmin’s flower shop as much as he came over to Neo Tattoos and Piercings so you weren’t sure what his staff’s reaction would be to you, their persona non grata, strolling in.

Immediately, your mood soured when you spotted Yuna. Logically, you knew you shouldn’t feel this negatively towards her. If she and Seokmin had a thing, if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, that was none of your business, but you couldn’t help the way your heart sank at the thought.

You wondered if you were doing a bad job of hiding that you didn’t like her because, when you walked in, she looked almost appalled and angry. Mingyu was at the counter and you mentally cursed as Chan and you walked up to it. Mingyu looked up with a broad smile but it swiftly slipped off when he spotted you and Chan. “What are you doing here?” he asked brusquely.

Chan frowned, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

Mingyu’s eyes narrowed at you and he spoke past Chan to you, “You have some fucking nerve.”

You almost rolled your eyes. This fucking feud really was the most obnoxious thing you’ve ever experienced. But you had to set an example for the rest of your staff and friends at the shop and, honestly, your hangover didn’t put you in any mood for this bullshit so you tried your best to ignore Mingyu’s attitude. Chan, however, did not. “Don’t talk to her that way.”

Mingyu’s head snapped towards him. “Are you her boyfriend or something?”

“Mingyu! Do you have—” One of the other workers, Jihoon, came out of the florist part of Fallin’ Flower, freezing when he saw you. His expression immediately became colder and he said, “You’re here.”

Chan scowled. “Is this really how you treat customers? Because if it is—”

“Chan,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll explain later but don’t get worked up over this. I’m fine.”

He looked at you incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Just stay out of this,” you muttered to him. You turned back to Mingyu and squared your shoulders. Despite Mingyu’s larger frame, you’ve seen how he acted like a golden retriever with Seokmin, so whatever intimidation he was trying to carry out failed miserably. “I’ll take a—”

“You’re still going to order here?”

“I have a right to be here as a paying customer,” you replied tersely. “If you walked into the shop and asked for a piercing or tattoo, we wouldn’t turn you away.”

Mingyu sneered at you and from next to him, Jihoon opened his mouth to say something but they were cut off by two sharp calls of their names. Seokmin rushed out of the flower shop and into the cafe, and you were a little startled by how he looked. His eyes were a little bloodshot and puffy and his shoulders were slumped. Still, he said sternly, “This is not how we treat people here.”

“But—” Mingyu began to protest but Seokmin gave him a warning glare. Seokmin mad was much scarier than you ever envisioned. You couldn’t even fathom what he would look like mad before now.

“Go to the back and cool off. Both of you.” Jihoon and Mingyu left and Seokmin took over the register. “I’m sorry about that, Y/n. What can I get you today?” He gave you a polite smile but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You frowned but gave him your order with Chan giving his own after. Seokmin rang you up and, though you tried to pull out your card first, Chan beat you by tapping his own on the chip reader. “Nice try,” he said, nudging your shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye, it almost looked like Seokmin was queasy. Maybe he was just as hungover as you were.

You shuffled to the pick up area and watched as Joshua and Minghao made your drinks and handed you your food. Minghao’s glare sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine but he didn’t say anything to you.

You didn’t want to stay in Fallin’ Flower any longer than you needed to, so once you got your orders, you suggested that you sit in the small park a few blocks over. As you left, you swore you heard Yuna mutter, “Heartless,” as you passed her but you couldn’t be sure.

You were almost down the street when one of the flower shop workers, Hansol, came running after you. He held out a small bundle of flowers and said breathlessly, “On the house.” He sprinted back into the shop and slammed the door.

You and Chan exchanged equally perplexed looks as you stared at the flowers. You two still continued on your way to the park. You were lucky it was a cloudy day because the sun would have been way too bright for the state you were in. The fresh air helped soothe your raging headache a little and as you settled onto a bench, Chan said, “You said you’d explain what the hell was up with the way they treated you back there.”

You sighed heavily and told Chan all about the rivalry between your stores across the street from one another. He made a face. “That just seems stupid.”

“It is. Seokmin — he was the one who took our orders — and I have tried to get them to cool off but it seems like they just keep inciting one another.”

Chan frowned and said, “They seemed pretty sharp with you even though you’re not the one carrying out this feud business.”

“They’re just hostile to anyone at Neo.”

“I have half a mind to write a bad review about customer service.”

“If you did that, you’d have to write one about my shop too since that’s how my guys act when Fallin’ Flower guys come around.”

Chan gave you a small smile as he sipped his coffee. “Then I won’t.” He looked at the flowers next to you on the bench and said, “Is this part of the feud too?”

“I’m not sure; this is new.”

Chan eyed the flowers and said, “I think those are yellow carnations.”

“You’re a flower expert?”

He blushed a little. “No but my mother’s an avid gardener.”

“Why would they give these to me for free when they obviously don’t like me?” you wondered aloud.

“Maybe they mean something,” Chan suggested. “Flowers all symbolize something.”

You nodded slowly and said, “Maybe. I’ll look this up later, I don’t think I can stomach looking at a screen right now.”

“Same here.”

You and Chan finished your coffee and food and parted ways after exchanging numbers, promising to hang out another time without a) tipsily making out or b) being hungover.

“I still feel like walking death,” you said to Jaehyun as you started to prepare for the work day. Monday came around much sooner than you wanted, especially given that you were still recovering from Jungkook’s party. “How are you so chirpy?”

Jaehyun shrugged with a smirk. “Better alcohol tolerance?”

“Screw you and your genetics.” You massaged your temples and asked Jungwoo, “What’s on schedule for today?”

You zoned out while Jungwoo read what appointments were made for the day. Blessedly, you only had one appointment on tap and it was much later in the evening, which meant you had a fairly relaxing day even if there were walk-ins.

As everyone dispersed to their stations, you remembered something. The yellow carnations. You were about to whip out your phone when you recalled that Johnny was pretty well-versed in flower symbolism given that he specialized in realistic tattoos, specifically flowers and plants. He was the one who tattooed the lavender sprig on your hip, after all.

“Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know what yellow carnations symbolize?”

He thought for a second and said, “I can’t remember; I know there was a client who almost got them tattooed but their friend stopped them before she could for some reason. Why?”

You contemplated telling him about the flowers from Hansol but decided against it. It seemed like the flowers couldn’t have any positive connotation to them, which you had already figured, and you didn’t want to fan the flame anymore so you responded, “I’m coming for your brand, Suh.”

He glared playfully at you. “I’ll kill you before you can even try.”

You chuckled and shoved him lightly, earning a laugh from him as well before you both went back to getting ready. You pulled out your phone this time and plugged the flowers into the search bar.

Your stomach dropped when you read the first result.

Yellow carnations: rejection, disdain, and disappointment with someone.

Well, that was certainly a very clear message. And you weren’t super surprised. That doesn’t mean that it didn’t stump you. You understood the disdain part — it was very clear how much Fallin’ Flower employees didn’t like you or the rest of the Neo Tattoos and Piercings crew, but what was up with rejection and disappointment in someone. As far as you knew, you didn’t reject anyone they would care about recently.

What a bunch of weird guys. Still, the flowers were pretty so you put them in a vase with some water and set them up in the window.

Not that you were keeping track or anything, but you’ve spotted Yuna going into Fallin’ Flower a lot more in the past few days. You tried to push down the ache in your chest when you’d see her enter the shop.

You were fortunate that things had been hectic recently. It seemed like there were a lot of birthdays going on, thus a lot of people coming in for celebratory tattoos and piercings. You didn’t have a lot of time to think about Seokmin and the way he looked when you last saw him nor about the rest of the Fallin’ Flower workers and Yuna in those moments, but it was safe to say that in your free time, you were pretty in your head about all that stuff.

You knew the guys saw your change in demeanor and you appreciated the way they tried to cheer you up. Yuta and Mark began calling each other increasingly ridiculous pet names; your favorite one was Yuta’s ‘my sugar plum spice cake.’ Johnny and Taeyong dragged you into random dance parties in your down time. Doyoung and Jaehyun bought you your favorite treats. Jungwoo and Taeil belted the lyrics to your favorite songs. It made you smile and it warmed your heart just how much your friends wanted to make you happy, but you knew your sadness wouldn’t just go away.

Chan dropped by your store one day with a bouquet of chrysanthemums, telling you that he had looked up what the yellow carnation meant and that he hoped these would be a kinder replacement for them since they represented joy and optimism. You ignored the curious looks from Taeil, Doyoung, and Jungwoo as you placed the chrysanthemums in a vase on their desk.

For some reason, you didn’t want to take the carnation down. It almost felt like giving into the defeat by getting rid of them. You wanted the guys at Fallin’ Flower to look at the bouquet and know that they didn’t scare you one bit.

It was the end of the day and you just finished tattooing your last client, Chaeyoung, resting up in the break room with Yuta and Jaehyun, when the bell in your shop sounded very loudly, which meant the door was opened with a lot of force. You heard shouting from Taeil, Jungwoo, and Doyoung, catching only a bit of what they were saying. “You’re not allowed back there!” cried Jungwoo.

“Hey!” Doyoung huffed.

Seokmin burst into the room, looking a little panicked. Yuta and Jaehyun immediately stood up and you followed them quickly, placing your hands on both of their chests before they could do anything further. You leveled Seokmin with a firm look and said, “Only employees are allowed back here, Seokmin.”

“I know, I know, I just need to ask you about something.”

“Okay, let’s do it outside then.”

You brushed past Jaehyun and Yuta and followed Seokmin outside, pulling him around the corner so that you were away from prying eyes. “What is it?” you asked.

“The yellow carnations in your window display. Who gave them to you?”

“Hansol from your shop.”

Seokmin’s frown deepened and he sighed, “I was afraid of that.”

“I know what they mean, Seokmin.”

“You do?”

You nodded, staring down at your shoes. He said, “I swear I didn’t ask them to do that.”

“I know,” you mumbled quietly. “I know you wouldn’t do that.”

A tense silence fell over the two of you. You weren’t sure what else to say to him and then Seokmin, almost inaudibly, said, “Those chrysanthemums are nice.”

“Pardon me?”

A little louder. “The chrysanthemums are nice.”

“Thanks.”

Seokmin crossed his arms and leaned against the outer wall of your shop. “Did your boyfriend give them to you?”

“My what?”

“Your boyfriend,” Seokmin said. “The one you left Jungkook’s party with.”

You stilled. You didn’t even think that Seokmin saw you at Jungkook’s, much less that he saw you leave with Chan. You said slowly, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You seemed awfully cozy with him.” Your eyebrows raised at Seokmin’s flippant tone and even he seemed shocked by what came out of his mouth.

Something white hot burned in your chest. Who was he to judge you about anything? “What’s it to you?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Save it.” You scowled. “And tell your boys at the shop that they need to do a lot more to scare me off.”

You turned on your heel but Seokmin grabbed your elbow, spinning you around to face him again. “Wait!” he said. “I came here to apologize on behalf of Fallin’ Flower about the yellow carnations.”

“Okay. Is that all?”

“I—”

“Hey!” Johnny rounded the corner. “What the hell are you doing?” Before you could react, Johnny’s pulling Seokmin away from you and shoving him back.

Seokmin stumbled back a little and put his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t—”

Johnny pulled himself up to his full height as you saw Mingyu storming across the street.

Oh, great, just what you needed today.

Yuta, Jaehyun, and Donghyuck came around the corner, which seemed to prompt Jeonghan, Soonyoung, and Chan (also known as Dino and not be confused with the Chan you met at Jungkook’s party) to cross the street and join whatever argument Johnny and Mingyu were in.

There were so many voices and so much noise and so much chaos and all you wanted was some fucking peace and quiet to gather your thoughts and calm yourself down. You wanted to run but you knew you were responsible for your staff. Plus, the last thing any of you needed was police being called in for disturbance.

As the voices got louder and louder, you took a deep breath and yelled, “Everyone, shut up!”

All involved parties seemed shocked by your shout. They all turned to you and you dragged a hand over your face, feeling the pent up anger and frustration, not just for the past few days, but from when this ridiculous feud began, start to bubble to the surface. “For once,” you said quietly and steadily, “for once, I just want a day where nobody antagonizes someone else across the street. Clearly, that’s too much to ask from any of you grown men to do. I can’t believe that this fight has been going on for this fucking long over some minor fucking thing that just snowballed into this mess. I’m so sick of listening to everyone bitch and moan about the shop across the street and of being antagonized just for going over to the other side. I’m sure Seokmin is sick of it too.”

You turned towards your employees and said, “We’re closing early today. I’m going to take a long walk and I want you all to stay in the break room and reflect long and hard today. Do I make myself clear?”

Donghyuck weakly protested, “But what about the Fallin’—”

“Seokmin can do whatever he wants with them, I don’t really care.” You tried your best to not think about the way Seokmin flinched at your words. “But as long as you work at Neo Tattoos and Piercings, you’ll do as I say. I’ll ask again: do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You didn’t look at any of them as you brushed past and started off down the street on your long, long walk.

You walked down to the pier on the other side of the city. You used to come here a lot when you first started Neo Tattoos and Piercings, but you haven’t had a chance to do it in a while. You leaned against one of the guardrails, staring out at the bay. The breeze felt nice on your skin and you breathed in the salty air of the brackish water.

You felt someone stop a few feet away from you and you didn’t even need to look to know it was Seokmin. You side-eyed him and he said, “I swear I didn’t follow you.”

“I know.”

Silence.

“I’m having my staff members reflect on their actions as well.”

“I’m glad for you.”

Silence.

“I wasn’t judging you about leaving with someone from Jungkook’s party.”

You rubbed a hand across your face. “I— I know you weren’t. I’m sorry, I think I was just— these past few days have been emotionally draining for me so I guess I lashed out and I apologize for that.”

Seokmin shuffled a little closer to you. You didn’t move away. He said, “I’m sorry as well. About the yellow carnations Hansol gave you. I gave him an earful about it; he’s a good kid, but he was egged on by some of the older guys.”

You snorted. “He looked scared shitless when he handed them to me.”

Seokmin laughed a little. “I can only imagine.”

Silence.

Seokmin asked, “Do you know what the other flowers meant?”

“What other flowers?”

“The other ones I’ve given you?”

You wracked your brain. “The, uh…”

“The gardenia and the yellow lilies.”

“Right. No, I don’t know what they mean.”

Seokmin replied, “Yellow lilies symbolize thankfulness.” Thank you flowers for tattooing Yuna.

“Right.”

Silence.

“What does the gardenia mean, then?”

Seokmin was looking anywhere but you. He muttered something but you couldn’t hear it over the churning of the bay water. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Seokmin glanced at you. “Secret love,” he said finally. “It means secret love.”

Secret love.

Your heart stopped.

There was no way Seokmin was confessing feelings for you. You whirled on him, furious. “Are you fucking for real right now?”

Seokmin’s eyes grew giant. “What?”

“You’re seriously confessing a secret love for me while you have a girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? I don’t have a girlfriend!”

“Yuna!” you practically shouted. “You’re dating Yuna!”

Seokmin blinked at you three times before saying, “I’m not dating Yuna.”

It was your turn to blink at him. “What?”

Seokmin said, “Yuna’s a good friend of mine but she would never date me.”

“How’s that possible? You’re handsome and kind and generous and—” You stopped yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Seokmin grinned at you, relaxing as he shuffled close enough that your shoulders brushed against one another. “She has a girlfriend, Y/n. She’d sooner date you than me.”

You didn’t expect that. “Oh.” You fiddled with the rings around your fingers. “Then why was she giving me such nasty looks the last time I was in Fallin’ Flower?”

“That… that’s my fault.”

Your eyes narrowed and you shifted away from him. Seokmin quickly added, “I didn’t ask her to do it! I… I just…” He sighed, “When we were at Jungkook’s party, I was supposed to confess to you there and ask you on a date and while I was talking through the plan with Yuna, we saw you and that guy... you know…”

You were pretty sure you were very up-close-and-personal with Chan by then. “Yeah…”

Seokmin flushed a little as he continued, “I… I was so hurt by that that I just started crying and Yuna, Mingyu, Minghao, and I actually left pretty soon after that because I was so upset.”

Your heart cracked. “I’m sorry, Seokmin.”

His face was pink as he waved you off. “You didn’t know. I was just being a baby about it.”

“No, I get it. I was… the past few days have been so hard because I thought you and Yuna were dating.”

Seokmin’s head whipped toward you so fast you were scared he got whiplash. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Does that mean that you like me too.”

You felt a shy smile creep across your face. “Yes, Seokmin, that means I like you too.” You chanced a look at him.

His grin was as bright as the sun and before you knew it, he was wrapping you in his arms and picking you up, spinning. You yelped and gripped his shoulders tight, whining, “Seokmin, put me down! I’m getting dizzy!”

“Sorry, sorry!” He set you down but didn’t let go of you, arms wound around your waist. “I’m just so happy.”

“Me too.” You paused. “So all those times you brought me flowers for the shop, they had some hidden love confession?”

“Well, not all of them.”

“The red tulips?”

“Yeah, those meant ‘true love.’”

“What about the peonies?”

“‘You’re the most beautiful.’”

“The sunflowers?”

“Adoration and pure love.”

“The—”

Seokmin cut you off, “Can I kiss you?”

“Hell yeah.”

Seokmin pulled you closer and pecked you chastely on the lips. You scoffed playfully at him, “You call that a kiss?”

“Guess I need you to show me how it’s done—”

You dragged him into a passionate kiss and Seokmin’s hands grabbed tightly at your hips. You slid your tongue into his mouth and you swore you heard him whimper when you tugged on his hair. You filed that away for later usage.

You parted with him, delighting in his half-lidded, glazed eyes and his still slightly-parted mouth. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun together,” you purred, planting a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said absent-mindedly. He brought your knuckles to his lips, pressing reverent kisses on each one.

“Can’t wait to break the news to everyone.”

Seokmin groaned, “Don’t remind me. I don’t want to think about them right now.” He buried his face in your neck.

“Don’t worry. Right now, it’s just us.”

You and Seokmin thought it would be better to actually deal with the rivalry between your shops before revealing that you were dating to them. You stopped about a block away from your respective stores — you pulled him in some alley for another quick make-out session — and you went ahead of him to Neo Tattoos and Piercings.

When you opened the break room door, Donghyuck instantly threw himself at you, wrapping his arms around your legs. “We’re sorry!” he wailed.

“Donghyuck, get off her,” Doyoung scolded.

“We really are sorry though, Y/n,” Mark said, trying to pry Donghyuck off of you.

“We thought we were protecting you and each other,” Johnny said with a sigh. “But we know that it wasn’t the right way to go about it.” He helped Mark peel Donghyuck from you.

“Please accept our humble apology cake,” Taeyong said, motioning to the break room table, where a cute, circular, pastel blue and white cake sat with green lettering: We’re sorry for being immature assholes.

You approached the cake, glancing down at it. “How did you guys even get this done on such short notice?”

“We called Sicheng and his friend, Kun, is a baker and he had this cake available and we just asked him to write that,” explained Yuta.

“Do you like it?” Jungwoo asked.

“What flavor is it?”

“Chocolate with vanilla frosting layers,” Taeil said.

You turned to your staff and said, “You know I hate chocolate with vanilla layers, right?”

Donghyuck cried out, “We’re sorry, Y/n!”

Doyoung grumbled, “I knew we should have gotten a different flavor. Taeyong, this is all your fault.”

“My fault? Jaehyun ordered the cake!”

“Wow, way to just throw me under the bus there.”

“Guys, guys!” You said before they could erupt into further hysteria. “I’m kidding, I actually love chocolate cake with vanilla frosting.”

“You’re evil, you know that?” Johnny said.

“Call it payback,” you said with a small shrug. “Now, let’s dig in.”

As you ate the cake on paper plates and with plastic forks and knives, you said to them, “You know you still have to apologize to the Fallin’ Flower staff, right?”

You felt the wave of dissatisfaction but Taeyong replied before anyone could say anything stupid. “We understand and we will. We also hope that they’ll apologize to us.”

You nodded. “I’m sure Seokmin is seeing to that.”

“Speaking of him,” Yuta said, swallowing his piece of cake, “are you going to tell him how you feel?”

You choked on your cake. “You knew?”

Taeil hummed, “It was kind of obvious,” just as Mark yelped, “What?”

“Did you seriously not know?” Jaehyun asked.

“No!”

“Mark, I swear you’re so dense,” Johnny said.

“I am not!”

Your staffs did, begrudgingly, go over to each respective shop and apologize to the other staff. Both you and Seokmin knew the ice wouldn’t thaw overnight so, as a way of trying to quicken the process, you both begged Jungkook to let you use his penthouse to throw a party for your staff under the guise of it being the anniversary of both of your shops. Jungkook, being the good friend that he was, let you on the condition that nothing gets broken.

The party started out a little tense at first, given the long history between your shops and that neither you nor Seokmin told your staffs that the other would be there.

The ice thawed a lot quicker than you expected though. Joshua and Johnny bonded over growing up in America; Hansol, Wonwoo, and Mark traded rap lyrics and favorite musicians; Donghyuck took shots with Soonyoung, Doyoung, Dino, and Taeil; it turned out that Jaehyun and Seungcheol went to the same gym; Jihoon and Taeyong both had a passion for music production; Jeonghan and Yuta had a kindred fondness for pulling pranks on their friends; Jungwoo and Seungkwan became fast friends; and it turned out that you all shared a mutual friend with Jun and Minghao in Sicheng.

As you all sat around at Jungkook’s enormous table, exchanging stories and eating the food you ordered in, Seokmin held your hand under the table. You still hadn’t told your staffs that you were dating yet, even after your conversation with the guys. You wanted to wait until the dust finally settled, which it seemed it had, but before you could say anything, Soonyoung poked Seokmin’s neck. “Dude, is that a hickey?”

Seokmin dropped his fork and his hand flew up to his neck to cover the spot Soonyoung touched. He let go of your hand and grabbed his phone, flipping the camera and tilting his head. Sure enough, there was a small bruise just under his jaw.

Whoops.

Yuta pointed accusingly at you. “That was you, wasn’t it, Y/n?”

“Yeah, that was me.” You leaned your head on Seokmin’s shoulder. “Can you blame me though? I’m just so happy to have my boyfriend with me.”

And like that, the room descended into chaos with people cheering and shouting and whining, “Why didn’t you tell us!”

Seokmin put his phone down and rested his head on top of yours, muttering just loud enough for you to hear, “Who would have thought that we’d ever get here?”

“If you told me we’d all be eating together and that we’d be dating, I would have told you to pinch me.”

“By the way,” Seokmin said, his voice cutting through the din and quelling it, “I have something for you.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out one long-stemmed red rose. “For you.” He handed it to you.

Well, you didn’t need the internet to know what a rose meant.

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HANGE ZOË; aphrodisiac

wc: 1369 summary: in a party with the entire military, hange seems to have too much fun with the vodka. warning/s: afab reader, hange's gender/sex is open to interpretation but they wear a suit and i use they/them here, semi-public seggs, nsfw 🔞

you and hange weren't really big on pda. you two unanimously think that showing off would be too much. you two are pretty mature when it comes to your relationship, but it's still not devoid of playfulness. maybe that's why hange was feeling you up while everyone was too engrossed at the performance during the event.

hange adored the bareness of your skin from your backless dress, they even stood behind you while leaning to some high tables just to "keep you warm." but they did that just so they could ghost their fingers and stipple your skin with butterfly kisses.

one of their hands was hugging your waist to hold you closer as they peppered kisses on your shoulder to your neck. while the other played with your fingers.

hange only does this when their drunk. they become all touchy and forget the reputation they have fostered. they respected how you may not want to be outright, but you honestly didn't mind. but they couldn't help but tighten their grip on you more and make their kisses wet. maybe allowing them to experience vodka was a bad idea.

your hands clutched theirs, "hange, love, aren't you getting a bit excited now?" you laughed a little, turning your head to the side only to have your cheek kissed and both of their hands were now hugging you close, swaying you a little from side to side.

"mmm, you make me excited, name. are you enjoying the night too?" they hummed against your ear, halting the kissing for now. "hold on i gotta finish my vodka."

you turned around, stealing the bottle away from them. "absolutely not." your tone and actions were sharp, you saw how their shoulders dropped the same way a pout made its way to their lips. "you've had too much!" you placed the bottle elsewhere, turning around once more.

"you know what, love? i'm feeling... a bit... funny. isn't it a bit hot in here?" hange slowly loosened their tie, their voice growing husky.

you sighed. "i knew it, you're drunk! let's get out of here." you lead them to the bathroom, a quiet place to freshen up your lover. but before doing so, you made them drink several glasses of water to flush down the vodka in their system, constsntly nagging them to take it slowly next time.

you asked them to wash their face in the bathroom, wiping off the dripping water in their face after with your hanky. you figured hange was slowly sobering up with the amount of cooling down you gave to them, but when you were wiping their face they were immensely hot.

"are you okay?" you asked, feeling up your lover's neck with the back of your pal and they were burning up. hange suddenly got a grip on your wrist.

"hey, tell me." their voice slowly deepened with gradual needy breaths. "why do i suddenly have the need to fuck you?"

then it occurred to you, it must be that vodka the bartender recommended, she said it would be ideal for couples and hange as a scientist themself MUST try it. the only remedy for aphrodisiacs is to fuck. it. out.

"hange, what you drank was an aphrodisiac." you held their face together in your hands, their eyes soon getting hazy with lust. "it's a substance increasing sexual desire."

"fascinating then, must be why i feel so goddamn hot about you. or is it that dress?"

"d-do you want to do it here?" you cleared your throat, placing your purse down. "perhaps, you decide. i was careless enough to not stop you." you rubbed your arms sheepishly.

"we can do it out here with the mirrors," hange slid a hand at the small of your back to pull you closer. "or inside one of those cramped cubicles," they whispered on your ear, nibbling at your helix. "or you can punish me for being too naughty and we can wait until we get home." hange licked a long trail at the lining of your jaw. "whatever you want, i'll be on cloud fucking nine, sweetie."

you gulped a little, both of your hands on their chest due to the proximity they put you in as you recoiled a little. "s-stop being so vulgar, hange. we can't do it here! others might see us." you looked behind to make sure the room is empty and the door was closed.

they got a hold of your chin with their index and thumb, turning your face to look at them. "if you ask me, that's the most thrilling option, name." they placed both hands on either sides of your shoulders, sliding down to take your long arm gloves off. "sure someone might walk in and see us in a compromising way but," once fully discarded, they took one of your hands and neared it to their lips to plant a kiss on the middle of your fingers. "don't you wanna take that risk if it means we'll both be feeling so damn good we'd not care how loud we'll be, huh?" they still held your hand near their lips but their gaze through their glasses reflected the lust they were holding back.

your cheeks grew warm, you pressed your eyes together and huffed a heavy sigh. "fine! but i assure you that this is the first and last time this will happen." you asserted through flushed cheeks and a shaky voice.

they chuckled loudly, endeared by your cuteness. "alright, alright. roger that." they smiled, kissing your hand once more. "so, i'll kiss you now." they raised your chin with their fingers.

hange kissed your fervently, immediately sliding their tongue inside and playing with yours. simulataneously, they also grabbed your legs to carry and place you on the surface of the sink in a jiffy. you squealed and received a smile from them through the kiss.

you wrapped your arms around their neck and fisted their locks. you undid the messy way they usually tidy up their hair so you could pull on their chocolate locks, satisfied at the grunt they let out; you know very well how much it drives them crazy mid-kiss.

they hugged your torso tight while exchanging wet kisses with you, reveling at how you completely fit their embrace. after sliding off their suit jacket, you undid their bolo tie so you could also undo their button up. they did the same with the strings of your dress from the back, skillfully untying it with a few pulls.

too lost in undressing each other, laughter soon emitted from the long hall outside the bathroom. you pulled away and yanked hange out of your chest who was excitedly sucking on your mounds. "w-wait hange...! people are coming...!" you whisper-shouted, repeatedly tapping their shoulder.

hange whined, pouting as you pulled away. "can't be helped then." they sighed, scooping you up effortlessly in a bridal carry as they hurriedly made their way in one of the cubicles. you squealed but covered your mouth soon after when the door started to slightly open.

the commander sat down the toilet seat while they placed you on their lap in a manner where you're facing them. chatter emanated across the echo of the bathroom. hange's hand slid to feel your skin from the slit on your dress while the other raised their finger to motion a shushing signal, a warning of some sort to what they're about to do.

their hands skillfully slid by the strings your underwear, slipping it off as they sucked on your neck, adoring every whimper you try to silent each time their fingers brush by your crevice.

the women a few feet away from the cubicle you two are in are no hindrance to hange as they completely have you by the neck. if anything, they felt more excited and motivated for you to be loud. to let them hear how good the commander makes you feel.

"but you see, i desperately need to cum." hange said through half-lidded eyes. "and i can't do that without any stimulation down there." they held your hand and led it to their damp crotch. "so do me a favor, lovely. suck on it."

i'll be leaving the last part to your imagination bc i myself dk what i want to imagine either this or that??!! so sorry for those waiting for a kidd hc and for the pending requests i'll get them done soon 🥺 i just dk what to write for em

i just finished aot and i'm in a brainrot for hange 🥵 this is my first time writing for a gender neutral character omg pls don't attack me

if you wanna check it out, i made a hange art in my art acc here

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[piratefishmama]

Beware the Thorns | Part 2

(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)

Steve’s plane landed right on schedule at quarter-past seven, he was out of the airport by half-past. He didn’t have his own private jet, but he flew first class, so the process always ran a little smoother for him. Private jets, while cool, only drew unwanted attention to him and his private life.

He didn’t need random save the planet protesters and tree huggers trawling through his business to write stupid magazine articles and twitter posts calling him out for shit. He didn’t need to be under a magnifying glass for stupid reasons. Too much to hide.

He was home by just gone eight. A little late but not by much, bags in hand he felt the weight just… ease from his shoulders as he reached his door, music drifting from within, one of his old vinyl’s, old lounge singer type tracks, smooth.

He wondered if they’d been playing all evening, or if he’d switched them on just before eight.

He wondered if this was really what Eddie would be listening to if it weren’t for the fact that he knew one of his main clients were coming home. He swiped his key through the lock, a card key, Eddie had one too because hilariously enough… he trusted him.

Maybe it was the feelings, clouding his judgement, but he trusted Eddie with everything, his wallet, his home, his belongings, everything. The only thing Eddie didn’t know about him… was the entire scope of his job, but Eddie didn’t need to know about his job, Eddie didn’t even ask about his job, wasn’t his business, an he loved that about him.

He wasn’t curious, or if he was, he didn’t let it slip into his work life, he didn’t probe, perhaps that was why Steve felt so… comfortable with the man, why he’d allowed himself to dip his toes into the potential of having feelings for him before diving in headfirst into syrupy molasses forgetting that shit, syrup was really hard to swim through.

Eddie was safe, harmless, perfect, and he could cook.

The smells that greeted him as he opened the door were nothing short of mouth-watering, he’d been given food on the plane, but it wasn’t a five-star meal given it wasn’t exactly a long flight, long enough for snacks, not long enough for a hot meal.

His stomach rumbled in hunger at the promise of a good meal.

The receipt for the shopping he’d done was on the table, weighted down by a glass egg-shaped paper weight with a swirling helix pattern of yellow and blue, a dash of purple in the right light mixing within it.

He didn’t spend much by Steve’s standards but still managed to get what looked to be a full weeks’ worth of shopping done.

Eddie wasn’t “rich” outside of his job. Steve had long since figured that out with how easily he sought out bargains, deals, and offers in shops, he knew how to and WOULD save money where he could, he didn’t come from wealth, wasn’t brought up with it, but he seamlessly slid himself into it.

He placed his bag by the door, it was just dirty clothes, toiletries and a small, albeit expensive gift for Eddie.

Couldn’t go anywhere without buying him SOMETHING, he’d always see things in shop windows, pretty jewellery, clothes, cologne, even a box of extremely expensive chocolates at one point, they had a hint of cherry liqueur to them, Eddie’s favourite, the moans his beautiful brunette had made while popping one into his mouth, fuck he’d never been so hard so fast in his life.

It was EMBARRASSING how fast his boner had just sprung to life, Viagra who? Who needs little blue pills when you have Eddie Munson moaning around a bite sized piece of artisanal chocolate?

He’d dropped to his knees without hesitation and given Eddie something else to moan about.

“Is that you, baby?” Speak of his beautiful little devil, Steve leaned his head around the doorway which lead through into the large, galley kitchen, hair held in a soft, messy bun, ringlets of wispy curls framing his face, so very soft, as though he’d gotten out of the shower an hour or so ago and blow dried.

The sliver of pale, creamy skin atop collar bone showing beneath his shirt, the top three buttons undone leaving the collar to slide down onto his shoulder.

Fuck he was parched.

Eddie was wearing one of HIS shirts, Eddie always did say they felt nice against his skin and Steve wasn’t exactly about to deny him wearing his clothing. It was intimate… it added to the fantasy, the illusion that this was all real.

That Eddie truly was his, that he was his perfect little housewife waiting for him to come home after a long, mentally draining business trip, wearing his clothes… listening to his music, making his dinner… that was the dream life right there.

Honestly though any life with Eddie in it was pretty much the dream at that point.

“Yeah… it’s me, what’re you cooking?” He pulled his tie from his collar, loosening it bit by bit until he could just yank it off over his head, both tie and coat thrown onto the couch.

“Dinner” was his predictable answer, earning a snort of a laugh from Steve, so sassy, he loved it. Damn, he loved him, he loved the smile that always accompanied his sass, the twinkle of mischief in his huge Bambi eyes, how he always made it look so real.

“Alright smart ass” Eddie slipped back into the kitchen, prompting Steve to follow him, rounding the corner “what are you making Foooo—oh…” fuck parched, was there a word for thirstier than parched? If there was, he didn’t know it, couldn’t think of it either, because all the blood in his brain rushed south so very quickly.

Eddie wasn’t wearing anything below the belt, just the shirt, which on himself, was the perfect fit, tailored specifically to his stocky frame, but on Eddie, all lean muscle as he was, draped on his narrower shoulders, it was baggy, a bit loose, long, the line of the bottom hem hanging just below his ass but still showing the curve of his cheeks.

Long, creamy… strong legs, the natural curve of his waist invisible, but holy fuck Steve knew it was there, hiding it didn’t make him any less excited to see it, to run his hands over it, to hold his hips tight against him.

He’d let this man take him for all he had if it’d make him happy.

He smiled over his shoulder, a small, sly little grin that had Steve’s heart thud heavily against his ribcage, butterflies take flight in his stomach, he felt like a teenager with his first crush. This was what he wanted to come home too, this was ALWAYS what he wanted to come home to.

“Shit, baby… do you have any idea what you do to me?” Another smile was sent his way, wider with the flash of pearly whites and dimpled cheeks.

“You like?” He pressed a hand to his hip and smoothly slid the fabric up, inching it higher and higher until Steve felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. “Got you a present, sweetheart.” Sitting snug at the centre of his lower back, just above the cleft of his perfectly curved cheeks, was a flimsy, lacy piece of black fabric which thinned and disappeared between his cheeks.

Steve gulped audibly. He wasn’t just wearing the shirt.

He didn’t get more than a foot closer to the other man before a wooden spoon was pressed against the centre of his chest, the handle held firmly in Eddie’s hand, his beautiful chocolate irises alight with playful mischief. “Ah ah” he chirped, a wide grin set upon his lips “shower first, go, dinner will be ready by the time you get out.”

“Eddiiieeee” he was a grown-ass man who not five hours earlier had cleaned blood from his hands and sent ruined clothing coated in the evidence of his crimes to be incinerated and he was absolutely whining about being kept away from touching his little minx by the end of a spoon. “At least join me?”

“And risk dinner burning?” Not a hope in hell then, Eddie was PROUD when it came to his cooking, all his meals were perfect, delicious, filling, orgasmic level moan worthy in regard to taste, he was just… gifted at everything he did. Mainly because he tried so very hard to be, because that was his job. Free time was spent learning things he could use to impress his clients. Cooking was one of them. Part of the boyfriend package. “Off you go, shower” reluctantly, Steve turned toward the doorway to do as he was told. He didn’t want to upset his baby by not doing as he was told. Eddie always did enjoy being in control of everything outside of the bedroom, only when back hit sheets, did he happily give away that control, he liked giving it up then, and only then. “And no jerking it, if I hear one groan… no dessert.”

He was being punished; this was the gods getting back at him for making an example of that man.

This was his immediate karma, his beautiful escort threatening to revoke sex privileges if he jerked it in the shower. Damnit. Shoulders slumped, head hung low he trudged out of the kitchen, a pout on his lips that’d suit a teenager or a prepubescent child far more than a grown man.

This was fine, totally fine, he just had to FORGET that Eddie was in his kitchen in nothing but a lacy black thong and one of his more expensive shirts, cooking his dinner like some kind of sexy housewife.

Just had to completely wipe it from his mind, be zen.

“Good boy” he heard the teasing sing song call as he continued his trek to the bathroom, the pout deepened, he was a good boy to his man, he liked being a good boy, he liked being TOLD he was a good boy, didn’t make the sting any less painful knowing his beautiful lover wasn’t going to be joining him in the shower.

Fuck, he’d missed him, maybe he should have told him to start dinner after he got home, rather than let him have it ready for around his arrival, at least then he’d have gotten to pull him into the shower. As it stood though, he resigned himself to the shower for one, shedding his clothes and placing them neatly into the hamper.

Eddie had cleaned up, not a lot, but he knew Steve liked a clean home, so he cared enough to put things away when he saw them out of place.

A good little housewife.

“If only he cared a little less about burning dinner…” Steve murmured to himself as he switched the water on warm, steam rising almost immediately, taking only seconds to heat up. “S’not like we couldn’t order take out or something if it burned” okay no, he’d definitely say no to takeout.

Eddie didn’t DO takeout as far as Steve was aware, if you didn’t make it, you don’t eat it, whereas Steve had a whole drawer in his kitchen dedicated to take out menus. To Eddie it was an unnecessary spend, could get half a week’s shop with some takeout prices!

Eddie was good for him, yes… just forget about the thong, forget about the shirt barely covering his ass, focus on the soft, the wholesome parts of Eddie’s presence.

The warmth in his smile whenever he saw him, the teasing lit to his tone of voice as if he’d long since grown comfortable around him, familiar in the way long term lovers do, the way he moved around his kitchen as if it were his own space, his own kitchen.

He focused on that as he stepped under the spray, let the water wash away the stiff ache in his muscles from sitting in a plane for over an hour.

Eddie had left some of his cinnamon scented soaps in the shower the last time he was there, peering around the shower door, he was pleased to find Eddie’s toothbrush in the holder next to his own as well.

Just while Eddie was there, Steve smiled, he could pretend Eddie lived there too.

Part 4

#PirateWrites #BewareTheThornsFiclet #No Upside Down AU #Steddie #Escort!Eddie #Shady!Steve

[musical-chan]

Defeat or Deity

Yes, it had been dire. They were all in danger from a black blooded Gleeok, larger than any had ever seen. Smarter than normal.  Deadly with three different types of attacks.

It was in danger of killing them. They all knew it. Four was trapped under one of its feet. Twilight was unconscious against a tree he had been knocked into. Legend was doing his best to get to the enormous claws. Wild kept aiming for its eyes but it was too quick, much more cunning this time, and the supply of arrows was running low. Everyone was bloody and exhausted and it felt like they had made no progress against the beast at all. 

And then Time had taken out one of his masks. Sky had seen it; saw the hesitation, the deep look of resignation on the older hero's face, the shuddering breath. He put it on and Chosen Hero had only a moment to wonder why Time was using a child's toy in a fight before the god took his place.

The agonizing scream, the sudden change in size.  Instead of Time there was now the Fierce Deity, imposing and silent, power radiating off him in waves.  In three short strides, he was upon the beast, swinging the double helix sword through one neck, then two.  He dodged a spray of fire and removed the third.  Defeated, the creature collapsed in a heap of dark blood and smoking ruin.

In hushed tones, the Links hurried to care for the wounded.  Legend pulled Four out from under the corpse.  Potions were pulled out of bags, wounds were bandaged, broken bones were set and healed.  Everyone was injured in some way but it could have been much worse.

Sky watched the god warily, waiting for Time to remove the mask.

The Fierce Deity simply stood, looking unconcerned. 

With a frown, Sky walked over and stared up into the blank eyes of the Deity. “Give him back.” 

He could feel someone tugging at his sleeve but he brushed them away; it may have been Warriors but he didn't care. The Deity gazed at him, his face incomprehensible, and did not answer. 

“I said, give him back. That is not your body to command.” 

The Deity narrowed its eyes. A more frantic voice behind Sky asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing. Sky pulled the Master Sword out of its scabbard and answered, though he did not turn to look. 

“Saving our friend.”

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#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu time #ao3 #fierce deity #fanfic

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 6 - SMUT

bang a gong (get it on) by Anonymous

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,433 Tags: Heartbeat Kink, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Kink Discovery

Summary: Steve pulled back from the punching bag and wiped a beefy arm across his face. That amount of sweat would be disgusting on anybody else, but he was breathing hard and grimacing like he was in pain. His mouth was wide open as he dragged air into his superhuman lungs, and the thought of how those pretty red lips would look stretched around Tony's cock was chased out by the realization that in the aftermath of a workout, Steve's heart would be hammering. Steve Rogers' heartbeat was officially hotter than blowjobs.

Reasons why I love it: Steve is so goddamn earnest in this, it makes my heart melt every time. And poor Tony being so helpless in the face of his kink is amazing to see. Their characterizations are spot on, and the smut is hot as hell. Also, I'd never heard of a heartbeat kink before I read this, but now I can't stop thinking about it. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

Salute by devlandiablo

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,649 Tags: Sex Toys, Dom/Sub, Orgasm Denial

Summary: After getting the serum, Steve thought he could no longer orgasm. Whether masturbating, getting a friendly handjob, or sleeping with a woman during the war, he just could not get there, leaving him frustrated. He found some satisfaction from the build-up, but not enough, and eventually just stopped even trying to have sex. Then, by some happy accident or by letting his partner use his body, he discovers that he can come through prostate stimulation, and suddenly he's horny as hell and eager to come over and over again.

Reasons why I love it: There's something really fucking hot about Steve going crazy for a toy in his ass. Especially with the way it's portrayed here, with the Helix, which I actually went on to research a little after I read this. The more you know. Anyway, this fic is amazing, and I'd recommend that you give it a read yourself!

Love Handles by fohatic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,768 Tags: Getting Handsy, Hair-pulling, Wall Sex

Summary: Steve notices that Tony really likes to grab onto certain parts of him. He thinks it's just a sex thing, but, like most things with Tony, nothing's ever that simple.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn sweet. Steve learning more about Tony and then going about what he's found out in a respectful and considerate way? Fuck yes, more of that please. I love this one so much, you should definitely check it out!

Marital Bliss by nativemossy

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 2,201 Tags: Honeymoon, Magic, Intercrural Sex

Summary: When Steve and Tony finally get some time all to themselves on their wedding night they planned on having a little bit of fun. Loki's wedding "gift" runs the risk of ruining those plans.

Reasons why I love it: Loki is such a little shit, and on Stony's wedding night too. But to be fair, it made them go the intercrural route which I'm always in favor of. This fic is both funny and sweet and really, really hot, so if you haven't read it, please go and check it out!

The Panic Room by fohatic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,777 Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Secret Relationship, Possessive Steve

Summary: Later in the evening, while the charity ball at the old NYC Stark Mansion is in full swing, nobody can seem to locate the prestigious event's celebrity host... Steve volunteers to track him down, though he may already have a better idea of where Stark is hiding than he lets on.

Reasons why I love it: I really like the whole premise of this fic, the trust that it shows between them. And possessive Steve is always a treat, especially when Tony is so happy to cater to what he needs. Plus, Tony sticking it to reporters and Everhart in particular makes me unreasonably happy. So yeah, I love this one, go and read it if you haven't already!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs #smut #ficrec

[ananxiousgenz]

SONG FOR A CAGED LOVEBIRD: PART 15

wow. wowie wow wow. this section got me up to a little over 19,500 K. that's fucking INSANE homie!!!

this section took me a while to work out bc i knew what points i wanted to hit but not the order I wanted to do them in, so I had to break some stuff apart and rearrange it. hopefully this makes sense? this sections got a weird energy to it and i'm not sure why. but we are in the home stretch of this fic guys!!!! maybe like 3 or 4 more chapters max and then it is FINISHED, which is so crazy to me

alsoooo enjoy some bonus content!! aka me singing a lil bit of epic iii in honor of this absolutely insane milestone

HEY GANG IT'S FRESH FOOD: @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @waters-and-the-wilde @gwenlena

@demonic-panini @the-private-eye @one-joe-spoopy

Voices singing in harmonies, orbiting in perfect rhythm, chasing like the sun and moon across the sky, echoed in the deafening silence of Hadestown.

The workers had stopped showing up a few days ago. Wouldn’t pick up their pickaxes or lay a hand on their wheelbarrows. Slowly, the factories ground to a halt. The furnaces died down. The wall stopped being built. And for the first time in a long, long time, the workers didn’t care.

They took beatings from the executives with a smile and a song on their lips, a song that spoke of unity in the face of loss with a melody that grew like creeping thyme through the town. It had been a while since Peter had heard Juno’s voice, but he knew. Even from this distance, he knew it was him. His strong, clear voice helixing through the air with another voice that he assumed must have been Ben’s. And the world stopped its ceaseless grind and listened.

And from his gilded cage in Slip’s office, Peter watched with no small amount of pride as his beloved husband brought the hell of Hadestown to a screeching halt.

Slip stormed back and forth in his office. Nureyev had been up here for…. Well, he wasn’t quite sure, but his best guess was a week. Slip had taken him up here after his executives had beaten Juno and left him for dead. Something about how he didn’t want him associating with those kinds of people anymore. 

Nureyev knew that was bullshit. There was something else at play here, something he saw as clearly as if the sun were shining down through the rock overhead.

Slip was afraid of Juno. 

He could see it with every furious step and angry huff. An undercurrent of fear laced his every move. Juno had crossed some sort of line, broken some sort of spell that Slip was afraid might never be put back into place. He was getting more erratic and scattered as the days went by. And for some reason that Nureyev couldn’t quite explain, a well of dread was beginning to bubble up in the pit of his stomach.

After all, it’s the scared animals that are the most dangerous.

“Godsdammit all, why won’t they work anymore?” Slip snarled, steps heavy but quick as he paced across the room.

Nureyev turned his gaze coolly away from the window. “Don’t know. Maybe they realized the lies and bullshit you’ve been feeding them!”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll leave you right where I left your precious husband.”

“Oh, I don’t know, he seems to be doing quite well for himself so far, considering he’s brought your whole town to a standstill.”

Slip stopped pacing like a frustrated predator and stared at Nureyev. Nureyev wasn’t scared. He’d already lost so much to this man he could barely remember. What was losing a little more? He stared right back, almost daring Slip to make a move.

“What else did you expect, Slip? You lie to these people for years, force them to work for nothing, keep them away from their homes and families, and expect they’ll be happy? That they’ll listen when you speak? That they’ll care about you and your opinions?” His motions were jerky with a deep set anger and hurt that was starting to burn hotter than the heart of the Hadestown furnaces.

Slip’s jaw was beginning to tremble, but in rage or fear or pain, Nureyev couldn’t tell.

Go on. Tell him. Tell him what he needs to hear.

“How long did you think they’d put up with this before they turned on you? How long do you think they’d wait for you to change?”

How long did he think you’d wait for him, little songbird?

“They’ll put up with it for as long as I am in charge of this town.”

Nureyev sighed deeply. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What is there to get, Petya? That these people don’t comprehend the logic of a business?” 

Slip threw his arms open wide. Even now, even with all his power and might and control, he still looked like what he had been the last time Peter had ever really known him: a small, scared kid.

“They’re going to destroy everything I’ve ever worked for. Everything I ever built for you. And all because of that husband of yours and his fucking music.” 

“Everything you built….for me?”

Slip sighed, and his expression softened slightly. “Of course. I made this town for you. I was going to show you all of its wonders. But you never came to find me, like you said you would. Remember?”

Peter couldn’t. Not at first, anyway. But slowly and surely, a memory began to creep back into his consciousness. 

He was young. Couldn’t have been more than 12 or 13. The last of summer was still in the air. Slip had just finished telling him the old Story of Hades and Persephone, a story the two of them shared like their stolen food and blankets. Peter had cracked some kind of joke, something about the two gods in the story being a perfect pair because one could kill you and the other could dispose of your remains, and he and Slip were howling with laughter.

When the laughing had died down, Slip turned to Peter, suddenly serious. “Petya, can you promise me something?”

“Of course, my love, anything.”

“If one of us dies before the other… can we send a message to them from Hades? So the one that’s still living knows to go get them?”

“Slip, don’t talk like that. No one is going to die!”

“I know, I know, but…. Just in case, you know? If I die, I’ll send you a sign. A huge sign. I’ll…. I’ll get rid of the spring altogether! I’ll keep Persephone locked up in the underworld until you come to find me!”

That sent them both into another peal of unstoppable laughter.

And then the memory faded away, and Nureyev was left standing in the office, facing a man he had known so well decades ago, but didn’t know anymore.

“I should have brought you down here sooner, you know,” Slip said, chewing on his lip. “I thought, if I can take Persephone’s reincarnation and keep him down here, and change the world above, he will notice and come for me. Surely, if I just hold out a little longer, if I just let the winter go a little longer, let him starve a little longer, he’ll remember the promise he made to me. He’ll come to find me. But no.

“Instead, you moved on. Grew up. Got a respectable job. Even got married! All while you left me to fester down here. But it’s okay, my love. I don’t blame you. No. It’s all that Juno Steel’s fault.”

Nureyev suddenly realized his mouth and throat had gone bone dry, and a slightly manic gleam had entered Slip’s eyes.

“He stole you away from me. He’s what’s keeping us apart. You know, I should have killed him when I had the chance. Maybe I can still kill him now. You wouldn’t happen to know which of my workers he’s associating with, would you, Petya, dear? Maybe I could hurt them too.”

Peter’s whole body went rigid with fear. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He could barely make his hands shape the words. The sudden adrenaline rush made him shiver. He could barely imagine the pain Juno felt when he woke up and discovered his lover was gone. He couldn’t imagine having to go through the same pain.

Slip just looked back at him, face calm and still and eyes shining as he slid into the chair behind his desk, and Nureyev knew. If he made one false move, Juno would suffer the consequences. He swallowed hard.

An executive rapped on the door. “The leader is here to discuss negotiations, my associate.”

Slip’s eyes never left Nureyev’s face. “Of course. Bring them in. You might want to stay for this, Petya. I’m sure you’ll find it interesting.”

Nureyev didn’t move a muscle.

A moment later, Juno stumbled through the door, an executive hot on his heels, and Peter couldn’t decide if he should let out the breath he was holding or grab his lover by the shoulders and sprint out of the room. Maybe both.

Once Juno regained his balance, he glanced around the room until his eye rested on Peter, and a soft, relieved smile inched onto his face.

“Hey, babe, what’s going on? Where have you been?” he said gently, taking a few steps in Peter’s direction. 

Peter wanted so badly to run to him, to kiss him, to leave town and never look back. But Slip’s threat had been genuine. He knew that. He stayed where he was, silently willing Juno to read the room and get the hell out.

“Mr. Steel. I will kindly ask you to keep your conversation directed to me, seeing as I am your host here.”

The smile fell from Juno’s face, and a mix of determination, fear, and hope appeared in its place. Simultaneously, a wave of dread crashed over Peter like a tsunami. Gods above, he wanted to throw up.

Juno bowed his head slightly in a greeting. “Slip.”

Slip bowed his head in response. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“What the hell do you mean by shutting down my whole town, Mr. Steel? I knew you were a troublesome one, but I never knew you had the guts to take it this far.”

“Oh, this isn’t my doing. It’s theirs,” Juno said simply, pointing out the window to the gathered crowd of workers partying in the street. “They decided they’ve had enough of being treated this way, so they decided to stop showing up. I had almost nothing to do with it.”

Slip leaned forward over his desk. “But you are the one who taught them that song, right?”

“And what if I am?”

“That still makes you an accomplice. You gave them the song that they unified around, and that would be considered a crime down here. And now that I’ve got you in my office, right in front of me, well…. I suppose it only makes sense that I punish you. I suppose you’ve been told how we punish those who step out of line down here?”

Juno’s jaw was set. He nodded. Peter wanted to scream.

Slip stood. “Very well then. Do you have any last words before we dispose of you?”

And suddenly, Juno looked very calm. Calm and careful, but still living up to his last name, with features set like quenched metal.

It took a moment, but Peter realized knew that look. He knew it very well. He knew it from all the nights of playing cards with Buddy or figuring out how to stack a new shipment of crates or watching him discover a new piece of the never ending puzzle that was his song.

That look meant that Juno had a plan.

The smallest spark of hope ignited in Peter’s gut.

And then Juno opened his mouth, and began to sing the song of spring.

#slip..... he's an evil little boy here #i'm so sorry for that #that's just how the words came out of my fingers #anyway #i hope y'all enjoy <3 #i love you guys!!!!! #tpp #the penumbra podcast #tpp hadestown au #song for a caged lovebird

[hoewkeye]

know your place.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Rooster are friends with benefits but he doesn’t like your relationship with Maverick.

Tags: SMUT, friends with benefits, fingering, car sex, jealous Rooster, it’s implied that Reader has a crush on Maverick, slightly breeding kink, dirty talk, pet names

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: This is pure unbeta’d thirst. Requested by @j-elese-53

———

It was sinful.

Seeing all those men running around, shirtless and all sweaty. It was sinful; you couldn’t help but shift in your seat, feeling the familiar wetness soaking your panties under your skirt.

Your eyes scanned Hangman and then landed on Maverick, wondering how a man his age had remained so spectacularly hot. You gulped, taking a sip of your soda and watching as Rooster did a little dance, moving his hips in a way that made your mouth watery.

Rooster.

You shifted on your seat again, remembering the way he would thrust his hips when you were alone, his mouth whispering dirty things in your ear while licking your neck, his mustache sending shivers down your spine.

You were “friends who fuck”, as he would say. Always sneaking around and having fun when no one was looking. The secrecy added to the thrill of it, your little encounters becoming a lot more fun — your bodies moving together, your muffled moans by his hand on your mouth while you rode his dick in small bathrooms and closed classrooms.

When the competition was over, they gathered around and you searched for a bottle of water in the cooler beside your chair, standing up to greet them with a cheerful smile, “Good game, boys!” And some of them gave you sweaty hugs, still laughing and talking out loud. “Here, Mav!”, you called Maverick, handing him the bottle of water.

He offered you a smile and a wink, accepting the water, and you blushed a little, missing the killer glance Rooster shot at the both of you.

As the time passed by, the boys started to disperse and you quickly made your way towards your car. You were already inside and ready to leave when Rooster opened the passenger door, sitting by your side.

“What the fuck, Bradshaw?”, you asked, exasperated. He was still shirtless, wearing nothing but his shorts and the usual sunglasses. An undeniably hot mess.

“You’re driving me home,” he announced.

“Why don’t you go home the same way you got here?”, but you started the car nonetheless, driving out of the parking lot.

“Phoenix gave me a ride but she already went home,” he explained. “Besides,” Rooster’s hand was soon on your leg, lifting your skirt just enough to use his thumb to draw circles on your bare skin, “I got a little something to say to you.”

You squeezed the wheel in your hands, trying to remain focused on the traffic, and your voice was raspy when you managed to say, “Oh, yeah? And what is that?”

Rooster leaned in your direction, the tip of his nose brushing against the helix of your ear as he whispered, “Whatever the hell was that little scene with Maverick earlier, I don’t wanna see it happening again,” his hand moved upwards on your leg, discovering your soaked underwear. “I honestly hope this is all because of me.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you fought against the urge to move your hips against his hand, sneering at him instead, “You have no say in what I do or don’t do, Rooster, know your place.”

He laughed coldly, pulling his face away from yours as he used his fingers to spread your wet folds through your panties and stroked the area slowly. Your body responded to him immediately; your legs spreading and a deep sigh leaving your lips, finding it harder to concentrate on the road.

“My place, sweetheart, is buried deep inside your pussy,” he rubbed his thumb on your clothed clit, and a car honked at you when you accidentally got out of your way. Rooster seemed amused, so he continued, pushing your panties to the side and playing with your wet lips as he added, “And your pussy belongs to me.”

You were already shaking in your seat, your vision blurry from pleasure. His possessive words were undoubtedly affecting you and his skilled hand on your crotch was just proving his point.

“Fuck you, Rooster,” was all you managed to say, voice cracking.

Your words just instigated him; he turned on his seat so he was facing you and switched his hands, using the right one to touch you while the left one, still wet, was used to grab the nape of your neck. “Eyes on the road, baby girl.”

Pushing your underwear aside, he took his time playing with your clit, loving the way you squirmed under his touch as he circled it, stroked it smoothly, and sometimes pinched on it, just to hear you moan his callsign.

He wished he could go down on you; he already missed the way you tasted, thrusting his tongue deep inside you, flickering it against your clit as you cried out his name. He loved the way your cum would make a mess on his face, dampening his mustache, and he’d always ask you to lick him clean afterwards.

Rooster was already hard, especially when you were panting like that, trying to focus on the traffic while his hand was on your cunt, making you feel good. He wanted you to know nobody else would ever make you feel that good — only him.

Still grabbing your neck to keep your eyes on the road, he pushed a finger inside you, feeling the familiar warmth and tightness. He panted himself, wanting to pull his dick out and jerk off immediately, but he added a second finger instead. “Are you feeling good, huh? Eyes open,” he commanded when noticed your eyes were almost closing. “Eyes on the road, we’re almost there, sweetheart,” he started thrusting his fingers, an obscene noise of wetness filling the car. “You can do it, baby, we're almost there,” he cooed.

All you could feel, all you could see, and all you could think about was Rooster. You wanted to turn your head and look at him as you felt your orgasm growing closer, but his hand on your neck wouldn't let you, his fingers making a mess on your car seat.

When you finally parked your car in front of Bradley’s house, you thanked God you had tinted windows.

You had the same idea; you were about to jump on his lap when he placed his hands on your waist and helped your movements. Your legs were now on both sides of his thighs and your trembling hands pulled his shorts down, his hips moving up to help you.

“You fucking bastard,” you scolded, his dick now out. You took him in your hand, rubbing the tip with your thumb before stroking him eagerly. You bucked your hips against him, your clit pressing against his balls, and you groaned. “We could’ve died—”

“I would’ve died happy with my hand between your thighs,” he muttered under his breath, finding it hard not to moan when you were touching him like that. “C’mon, baby girl, sit on my dick already.”

You lifted yourself, positioning him in your entrance, and slowly allowed him to stretch your insides. It was so good having him filling you up, you felt complete and so, so feverish. Your nails scratched his abdomen, the pleasure taking over your sensitive body, and you groaned once again.

Rooster’s hands were soon on your buttcheeks, gripping them hard while he tried not to moan. You knew damn well he was loud sometimes.

“Fuck, baby, I love your pussy so damn much,” he said as you started moving on his dick, up and down, slow but hard. One of his hands went to grab your hair, pulling it hard, his hips moving alongside yours, going as deep as he could.

He licked your neck and then forced you to look at him, jerking his hips harder. You cried out his name and he bit your lower lip, “No one else can make you feel this good. You're mine,” another deep thrust. “All mine.”

Maybe it was his words, the way he said them, or his hard thrusts. There was no way you could tell what made you orgasm that hard; your vision went dark and your pussy clenched multiple times around him, you lost control over your body, and Rooster needed to grab you firmly to keep pounding. You fainted for a split second, murmuring “I'm yours, I'm yours,” as soon as you came back.

“Can I come inside?” he asked and you nodded right before you felt his warm cum filling you deep, a loud moan leaving his lips as he kept thrusting sloppily. You felt so good having his cum deep inside your cunt, a new rush making itself present in your body, and you kissed him for the first time that day.

That was it; his mark on you. The proof you were his, no longer the friend he fucked.

“But seriously,” he said after a while. “Stay away from Maverick.”

#blue writes #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #top gun #top gun maverick #blue writes for top gun #miles teller #miles teller x reader #maverick x reader

[shootingstarpilot]

An Interlude on Melidaan

(Please check the tags for content warnings!)

Stitch is sitting with Helix when he gets the call.

Helix had woken up for just long enough to squint, recognize Stitch, mutter something about his head having been trampled by a herd of banthas, and pass out again- enough to reassure Stitch that the surgery had gone smoothly. He doesn't like it when any of them are out of commission, but it had been agreed that de-chipping the medics was a priority so they could facilitate removals of the rest of the 212th when they were underway again.

Helix had volunteered first, with an expression that forbade disagreement. Needle's in pre-op now, Stitch knows- he'd hugged him tight and had told him not to worry, and Stitch had nodded against his chest and had told him he was going to worry anyway because that's what you did for your brothers, and Needle's smile had gone all soft around the edges before he'd vanished down the hall.

Stitch has a very long list of things you do for your brothers, and the list grows longer by the day.

And right behind worrying for your brothers is going to them when they need you.

"Needle?"

He knocks once, twice, three times before a steady voice tells him to come in.

He does.

Needle is sitting on the edge of the gurney, pale-faced, hands clutching the blanket under him so tightly his knuckles are turning white. Another person- Stitch had seen her at Jess's side, but had missed her name- is standing a safe distance away, head tilted back, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Stitch blinks. "What happened?"

Needle laughs, hoarse and hurting. "Nothing yet," he mutters. "I- can't. Apparently."

He shifts. "Sorry about your nose, Rittan."

The surgeon- Rittan- is olive-skinned and square-jawed and has a knot of scar tissue sealing shut the socket where her left eye should be. She wrinkles her nose assessingly, drops her hand, and waves Needle's apology off as she settles into her chair.

Stitch likes her immediately.

"Don't be," she says easily. "I've had worse. I once called a total evac when Bretta tossed me an apple and I saw a grenade. We've all got our own twitches."

It takes Stitch a moment to make the connection.

To realize why he's here.

And then he looks again at Needle's pale face and thinks-

Oh.

Needle glances up.

"I- can't," he bursts out. "I thought I could, but I- can't. I can't have- I can't-"

He stops. His shoulders sag.

"I can't," he repeats helplessly. "I can't. I want it out. I can't."

"But you know-"

"Yeah."

"And that it could-"

"I know."

"Or even-"

"Stitch."

Stitch's mouth snaps shut. Needle winces.

"I... know," he says slowly. "I do. I want it out. I want it out. I want it out."

He stops. Presses his hands hard against his eyes.

"I was this close to lying to both of you," he says eventually. "Tell her I'd get it done on the ship. Tell you I'd gotten it done here. And just-"

He shrugs. Helpless. Hurting.

"It could wipe you away," Stitch says desperately, and regrets it immediately when Needle's whole body jerks.

"So maybe I'll just sit here until the end of fucking time, then," Needle snaps, "because I can't let it stay in my brain but I can't let anyone else's fingers in there either! Not-"

He stops.

Stitch's whole chest hurts.

Not again.

"Sorry," Needle says hoarsely. "Sorry. I- hell. Rittan suggested calling someone, but- you can go. I'll figure it out. You can-"

Stitch has stopped listening.

A slow plan is bubbling to life in the back of his mind.

"Needle," he interrupts, "you trust me, right?"

"I- what? Of course-"

"And you want it out?"

Needle curls inwards, hugging himself.

"I don't want it to happen again, Stitch," he whispers, and Stitch nods.

Needle trusts him. Needle wants it out.

He can't let it be taken out.

But he wants it out.

Okay.

"I am going to get you something to drink," he says decisively. "Because hydration is important. While I think. You'll stay here?"

He's met with a wan smile. "Cross my heart."

Stitch hesitates.

(But Needle does this all the time. And it's- nice.)

After a beat, he cups Needle's face in his hands, leans down, and carefully presses a kiss to his forehead.

Needle's eyes are very wide, when he looks down.

"Did I do that right?" Stitch asks, suddenly feeling unaccountably nervous.

Needle's smile looks more like Needle, this time. "Perfect."

Oh.

That's-

That's good.

Right.

The plan.

He returns with a cup of grape juice.

(Needle trusts him.)

He hands it to Needle.

(Needle trusts him.)

Needle drinks, without a second's hesitation.

(Needle trusts him.)

Stitch catches both him and the cup.

"Pretty strong grape juice," Rittan observes.

She's- watching him.

Stitch meets her gaze. "Propofol," he says quietly. "Grape juice so he won't associate it with water later. I'll be your second."

Another item on the list of things you do for your brothers:

The things they can't.

Stitch is largely silent, as Rittan narrates every step.

Watching.

He can feel his heartbeat in his throat.

At one point:

"There's a lot of scarring," Rittan observes. "More than I'd have expected."

"Yes," Stitch says, and does not elaborate.

Needle is moved to recovery.

Stitch settles down next to him.

He doesn't know how much time passes before Needle's breathing shifts into something shallower. Faster.

Stitch knows panic when he sees it, and pokes him. "Needle."

"Mmph."

"Needle," Stitch repeats, and pokes him again.

"...'ch?"

"Yes. What's my favorite terrasaur?"

A moment of stillness. He sees Needle's eyes flicker beneath his eyelids, hears his breathing hitch-

"Needle. Needle. What's my favorite terrasaur?"

Needle's hands flex, curling into the sheet-

"'s a trick question," he manages. "Y'got two."

"What're the two, then?"

"...Blue. 'N tall."

"See?" Stitch whispers, smiling when Needle's eyes crack open and focus on him. "Still you. Still my Needle."

Needle's brow furrows, puzzled. "You..."

Stitch sits on his hands to stop himself from tapping.

"Stitch...?"

"Propofol in the grape juice," he whispers. "You couldn't. So I did."

A beat. A slow nod.

"Are you angry?"

A slow smile spreads across Needle's face.

"Good medic," he sighs, closing his eyes again, and Stitch carefully leans forward and rests his head on Needle's chest.

Feeling him breathe.

"I learned from the best," he whispers, and Needle's free hand reaches upwards and settles in his hair.

It'll be his turn in a bit, he knows. But Rittan will come and find him.

He's got time.

Needle's asleep by the time Stitch senses someone at the door.

He shifts as much as he can without disturbing Needle and looks up, expecting Rittan-

"Hey," Helix says quietly. He's leaning against the doorframe, eyes bright. "Everything go okay?"

Stitch nods.

There's a lump in his throat.

Helix pushes himself up and makes his way over, his gaze flickering towards the monitors. He stops at Needle's side, brushes his hair back-

Then he leans down and drops a kiss on his forehead.

Quick and swift as anything.

He keeps one hand there when he turns to Stitch.

"Rittan asked me to call you," he says quietly. "You want company?"

Stitch shakes his head. "You have to stay here. With Needle. Okay?"

A faintly puzzled smile flickers across Helix's face as he settles into the other chair. "Okay, Stitch. Second bed in here's free, too- I'll make sure it stays that way for you."

"Thanks, Helix," Stitch says. He gathers himself, stands, makes his way towards the door-

Then he pauses. "Did Needle get that from you?"

Helix glances up. "Get what?"

"The forehead kisses. He's good at those."

Helix snorts a laugh. "Doubt it. I think he was kind before he got here."

Stitch nods.

He thinks so, too.

#anyway i've been messing around with how much brain surgery would fuck with needle for ages #so i am inflicting those thoughts on you #shoulder the sky #dubious morality #specifically: stitch drugs needle's drink for brain surgery #desperate times call for desperate measures #kamino fucked everyone up and they are all strangers to healthy coping mechanisms

[huh-1260]

doublebattleshipping but PLA

I have been consumed by the brainrot that is doublebattleshipping and PLA AUs that I make at night with my other crackhead ideas. Okay so like after Ingo gets Hisu'ed, Emmet gets a therapy/emotional support Walking wake because fuck yes thank you @bottle-of-harpoons for this Crack head of an idea, because I love me some good mental health (He was in Paldea for Teracrystallisation not because of time travel Boogaloo dang it. Also to see if Emmet can make battle strategy with it or ban it from the subway because it's to big SAFEY FIRST) Most of the paradox forms are ban from the subway because too big or will fuck up the train in battle. A year pass and Evelyn and Emmet start dating in secret from the media because the media always ruins a good relationship. They marry. ( Ingo now has been gone for 4 years they been dating for 2) the media catches on, they have twins named Rei and Akari ( it was suppose to be Akira it means Ideal but Emmet was verry tired and it was Akari but it could mean like the lights in gearstation or as in "up" because one of Rei's meaning is "return, resume, go backwards" :) I'm so funny. The reason why Akari looks like Dawn is because she is her Idol much to Iris disappointment. Rei is just a coincidence. Either way Dawn is in Hisui just doing Galaxy team thing and oh look two children fall from the sky, they both look like Survey corps members Rei and Akari (dawn and Lucas) but they also look a bit like Warden Ingo? Dawn takes them to Jubilife village because what kind of sicko leaves two kids that are like 5 or 6 in the wilds. Ingo is there at Jubilife this time when Dawn kicks down the doors ( not really) going " Holy Helix! Ingo I found kids!" Lucas looks at the kids then to warden Ingo then to the two unconscious kids in Dawn's arms. " Ingo did you spawn kids?" Ingo give a face of confusion. Akari awakens and says it very bluntly that her father would be proud, " I am Akari what the heck am I." Ingo's fragments of memories are screaming because she acts like Emmet. Rei wakes up and the first thing he does is cry, because he is in a strange place that guy looks like his dad and he just got kidnapped by some look a likes. Akari bites Dawn and Dawn yelps and drops them both, the siblings run Ingo, Dawn, and Lucas chase after them they are on the pokemon battle field, Akari pulls out her Pokeball which Rei does too, Lucas is so confused right now. Dawn is hesitant about fighting two little children. Akari screams "Fight me coward!" She smells the her hesitation. " I am Akari. And this is my little brother Rei, I like to win more than anything else!" " I am Rei, w-will your tracks line up towards v-victory or will you be crushed in defeat." Both children yelled, " ALL ABOARD!" Akari sends out a strange Zorua, and Rei sends out Axew. Ingo is getting flashs, Akari sends out her Decidueye, Rei sends out Pikachu. " Zorua use sludge bomb on the bird!" " Pikachu use Iron tail." " Axew make sure it doesn't hit you!" " It has sludge bomb!!?'

_____________________________________

(Akari and Rei lost their pokemon are Level sixteen to 20 they couldn't beat 62 level pokemon. Not even with enough plot armor)

" I am Akari, I lost." She mumbled. " F-fair play," her brother said, " You were very strong trainers." Ingo was having flashbacks where have he heard scripts, (scripts?) Similar to those children.

Meanwhile: Emmet

When his kids went missing, and team Neo Plasma was trying to gain power, his first instinct was to destroy them, which he did, Rosa live streamed it. Then future Volo tries to convince Emmet to his side saying I know where his kids are at, which lead to Evelyn and Emmet beating the living crap out of him. I mean Volo it sounds like you kidnapped them or work with the person who kidnapped them. And then Arceus because he needs to get to Hisui to protect his kids. And now they in Hisui. Emmet has Chandelure out to track their soul energy, and Evelyn grabs him to check the sky for higher ground with her Latios, remember Latios pokedex says it can go to Mach 4 so it's really fast so imagine your Sabi, you are flying with Lord Braviary and your vision says hey something fast and blue is going to pass you and you turn and a streak of blue flys by and then you see in your vision that was a Ingo in white and a women in blue. Wait what.

They end up in Jubilife village, so people panic because Emmet wears white and red, you know who else is white and red, Hisuian Zoroark. Akari and Rei sees them, and scream, " Mama! Papa!" While running to them. " Rei! Akari!" They hug, family reunion. (Looks at Ingo)

" Kids" Evelyn said.

" Yes mom?" Both their children replied.

" Your grounded."

" Whyyyyyyy?" Akari

" You uncoupled your trains from ours." Their father said.

" Emmet?"

Emmet turns around to only stare at his missing brother, and is that the Chamion of Sinnoh??

"Ingo?!"

"Your married???"

"You look like you got ran over by a train?"

Cue akward family reunion Between brothers.

#help the brainrot is real #doublebattleshipping #But hisui #Akari meets her Idol first instinct #Bite #Why can't I find any stories with Akari with Decidueye #This is Emmet 's kids they are going to get a hold of his TMs and HMs some how #immortal volo #It's like most stories Volo tries to get Emmet on his side but he worded it so wrong they thought he kidnapped his kids #It's so stupid #pokemon au #Ingo sees the kids that where causing problems earlier go to the man in white which he now remembers as his brother as they calling him Dad #: o #Akari is not Dawn #But she is at the same time? #Rei is not Lucas #But his is? #Dear Arceus I don't know if this is crack or if its something I want to write #Might just be Crack #Or not #Idk

[cyniixal]

miscellaneous deuce spade headcanons

he eats food in the stupidest yet most endearing way possible. he grips his utensils in a fist - fingers curled around the handle of the utensil with the thumb underneath… like a fist (ykwim im so bad at explaining it but it makes sense once u see it </3). lovingly, he shovels food into his mouth like that. it’s slightly jarring watching him eat food, but the way the corners of his lips slightly curve up makes up for all (most) of it

“why do you eat food like that”

“like what?”

he cannot eat spicy food if his life depended on it. he’s the classic; face has a rosy flush, eyes glaze over and he starts sniffling. his body hates him whenever he eats spicy food too, can’t catch a break fr - he’s not the “salt and black pepper is spicy” but the “if you add a small pinch of dried chili flakes i will be heaved over in pain”

“dude stop eating, your whole face is like redder than the housewarden’s hair”

“but you- you made this— for me-”

he definitely has piercings, nothing drastic though. probably a lobe, upper lobe, and a helix back from his delinquent days. initially at the beginning of the year, he didn’t wear any of them. he really wants that good boy (tm)-picture perfect-student of the month-honor student but later on in the year he starts wearing earrings. (its cuz the prefect said they were cool)

“where’d you get the piercings?”

“…”

“i pierced myself…”

probably owns chain necklaces LMFAO tiktok eboy silver/black jewelry. i mean he looks good in them, genuinely. he gets slightly (very obviously) embarrassed wearing them - gets reminded of when he was a bad boy(tm)

“deuce you look so emo right now”

“can i take these off now,,,”

“NAH LEMME TAKE A PIC FIRST”

likes sour candy. yeah, that’s it. lemon heads, toxic waste, warheads, etc. he loves them. keeps a handful of lemon heads in his bag to occasionally snack on (do not tell riddle), i feel like he bites through hard candy too instead of sucking on them. no particular reason, you just turn around and he’s crunching on some hard candy the prefect gave him

“hey deuce can you-“

crunch

“did you just bite down a whole fucking lemon head”

randomly copies the noises around him - based off his mrow line during history lessons LMFAO he hears birds chirping? he’ll unconsciously copy them via whistling. dog barks? he barks back. cat meows? he meows back. ace avidly makes fun of him for it but heyyy he cant help it. has tried to get himself to stop copying random noises he hears (it never works)

cat meowing in the background

“mreoww”

“…”

“pft deuce-“

“don’t tell ace…”

tldr: deuce is an idiot and we love him <3

cyniixal || Please don’t repost, plagiarize or copy my work, thankies !

#twisted wonderland #twst #deuce spade #twst headcanons #twst deuce #deuce is lovingly stupid

[jaekaicx]

design hcs i (try to) follow when drawing the calamity trio:

marcy

round face

Face scars (in chronological order: eyebrow scar, scar across the bridge of their nose, and chin scar from all in)

tanner than in the show bc i said so

thick eyebrows

messy, wavy hair

flat nose

i try to make them a lil chubby but im bad at it

they can get a lil bit of muscle. just a little. as a treat

arrow graze & claw scars mostly around his shoulders & upper arms, plus miscellaneous battle scars. plenty of assorted scars from being possessed (port scars from getting plugged into the chair)

ALWAYS gets some form of gloves

hoodies hoodies hoodies

they dont cut their hair throughout amphibia so by the end of s3 its gotten pretty long. he keeps it long for a few months or so post-show, but eventually he cuts it short again

his ranger outfit always had shorts, what do you mean? /j

anne

face scars: forehead/eyebrow scar (top left, inspired by laf au anne), right chin scar, and left cheek scar

cracks appear at the ends of the last two scars post finale. they also show up at the ends of her fingers and feet, plus a few around her chest, neck, and chin

no major scars pre-canon, only various faded scratch marks from over the years thanks to domino

also slightly darker than in the show. sometimes. i think.

brown eyes w little specs of blue from her powers post canon

she did bouldering and tennis and muay thai and lived on a farm of course she has muscle

still on the lanky side

small cuts and scars across her arms & legs from amphibia wilderness (yk like grazing stray branches and thorns and stuff in the forest)

MUST give her the little hair squiggly

sasha

sharp chin. long-ish head

straight hair. also less banana colored. got it cut short, and light brown roots start showing around mid/post s3

give him short hair as much as possible, or whatever looks cool. anything to avoid his stupid canon ponytail

large nose, broke it sometime early s1 n its crooked now

narrower eyes

buff. why is this teenager so buff

heterochromia !! gray/blue and brown, with the specific sides depending on how i feel atm (lighter than anne & marcy’s shade of brown)

post-canon piercings: helix on left ear, lobe on right ear, and one on her right eyebrow

face scars: left eye slashed/burned from above the eyebrow to right above his lip (plus the iconic canon scar)

gets a glass eye after the fucked up eye heals a bit. goes from bandages to an eye patch and then the glass eye, but she still wears the eye patch sometimes just cause

lots of various battle scars, mainly littered around his limbs

slightly sunburnt by s3, very tanned

muscle shirts/tank tops, and/or cool jackets

some extra gen notes:

they all lost a bit of weight while in amphibia bc of the new bug diet

marcy especially after getting possessed by the core bc they never feed him or rest or anything. only the bare minimum to keep them alive

all three got a bit tanner after spending so much time in the sun in amphibia

pre-canon height hierarchy: sasha > anne > marcy

height hierarchy during the show: anne (she had a growth spurt) > sasha > marcy

post-canon height hierarchy: depends. anne is usually the tallest though

#amphibia #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #amphibia headcanon #ive had this sitting in my drafts for a while #like. a very long time #i keep wanting to add more but idk i cant really think of much else #fuck it. i need to get this out of my drafts #k.txt