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The One Where They Go To Medieval Times

Summary: The boys go to Medieval Times LOL

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: swearing, light up cocktails, swords, mentions of execution, HUZZAH, turkey legs, flashing jitties, lack of mede

Notes: This has been in draft hell for a LONG ASS TIME I just haven’t had it in me to finish it until I saw MTM video and thought okay now is time lmao

Special thanks to @oliverreedmasterass for letting me bounce off ideas and helping me with this!

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The boys stood at the bar before entering the arena. Jake had begged and begged the rest of them to book a dinner at the nearest Medieval Times. At first they all refused.

“I’m not going there to watch people pretend to joust.” Sam commented.

“There’s horses, food, music, fighting! What more could you want?” Jake replied

Danny looked at Sam who was still standing there shaking his head. Danny sighed before saying, “There’s a bar.”

“Let’s go!”

And that was that.

They decided to try and dress for the occasion. And by dress, they tried to fit a sort of theme. But they were all wearing completely different themed outfits.

Jake was wearing his pirate gear again since, hey, it was SORT of medieval looking. But also brought along his sword. Which he gladly buckled into the passenger seat of his car, making everyone else cram in at the back. He was told by the boys it wouldn’t get past the front door, but he was determined.

Danny thought he would wear his black cloak and pressed pants from the Starcatcher promo shoot. Now he felt out of place with the rest of them and felt like a lost wizard.

Josh decided to wear one of his show suits with his gold frilly cloak, but with a bright yellow and red jester hat he found stuffed in the back of his closet. The bells rang whenever he moved his head or walked. “This is just ME, RIGHT?” he said as he spun around.

And then Sam was way off theme. He was wearing his red shorts and a tie dye shirt. Complete with a pair of Birkenstocks and a fanny pack. His sunglasses were placed on his head as he looked around the venue. “A bit empty isn't it?”

No one said anything as they stood and ordered their drinks. Jake ordered a double rum and coke, specifically saying rum in the same way as his favourite Disney Pirate.

Danny ordered two beers and a shot of vodka to try and forget about how he felt.

Sam asked for mede but the bartender told him they didn’t serve it. To which Sam then went on a rant about the fact a place called Medieval Times didn’t serve mede. He then ordered a beer and a cocktail with a fancy light up glass and curly straw.

The bartender gave him an extra shot for the lack of mede.

Josh was shaking. He had his speech already set in his head, thanks to watching The Cable Guy numerous times, he had it memorized the fuck down.

“And what can I ge-”

“Dos this have thou a mug of ale for me and me mate? For he hath been pitched in battle for a fortnight and has the king’s thirst for the frosty brew dos thou might have for thus!” Josh let out, with a wide grin.

Nailed it. He thought.

The barman just stood there with a face void of emotion.

“He’ll have a salty dog and a beer please.” Jake leaned in and ordered.

Once they got their drinks, the mood was light, happy, and ready for blood. They walked through the doors to the main arena and found their table.

Josh sat on the end followed by Danny, Sam, and then Jake and sword.

"Okay so we cheer for our knight to kill the other right?" Sam asked as he sat down watching the pre-show.

“Pretty much” Danny answered. His interest in the show perked up when he spotted a knight throwing roses into the crowd.

“I want a rose!” He suddenly declared making everyone look at him then the knight.

Sam laughed. “You aint gonna get one sat there staring, do something!”

Danny quickly looked at his friend, “Like what?”

The bassist shrugged. “Flip him off?”

Danny went to say something to that until Josh shouted, “FLASH HIM!”

Josh jumped up and waved his arms about to get the knight's attention, finally the man looked at him. Josh pulled his velvet suit to the side and flashed one nipple at him with a big grin. Danny watched amazed and in horror as Josh stood there with one jitty out before putting his suit back into place.

A rose suddenly nearly hit the singer in the face as he caught it, getting a round of applause from everyone else sat down around them. Josh bowed with a giggle and passed the rose to Danny, “Flashing resolves everything.”

Jake let out a loud laugh and randomly shouted “Huzzah!” Which started a whole chorus of people joining in with him yelling it back. He went to lift his sword in the air but Danny quickly told him not to.

“Alright boys, here we go.” The waiter came up to their tables and began to place cutlery down. “You’re on the white knight side. Red knight is your ally, so cheer for white and red. The blue knight is your mortal enemy, yell and boo for his demise and for the fall of him and the yellow knight.” His tone gave off a sort of, ‘I’ve said this so many times that the excitement has long gone.’

The boys all listened but then just started booing the announcer that had now taken centre stage in the sand pit.

“Lords, your dinner will be served in 10 minutes and there’s a vegetarian meal requested as well right?” He asked.

The guys all confirmed their order followed by a very loud ‘HUZZAH!” From Jake

Which again, made everyone else around them join in.

The horse show began. 3 horses took stage and did some tricks and different styles in a sort equestria type show. Jake sat there nodding his head. Oh fuck yeah he was in his element right now. They needed to make a place similar to this but with pirates, and there are two ships that have to battle it out over dinner, and there’s even a-

Sam sat there with a face void of emotion as he watched the horses. Fancy, he thought.

Danny was smiling at the show. He was excited to be honest and was glad Jake brought it up now, but he was still somewhat worried that Jake had somehow got his sword past security.

Josh’s hat jingled away as he kept looking around the venue. He was excited, he wanted to see the dramatic theatrical work of it all. Damn, if he could he’d totally play a part in the show.

Soon, their dinner arrived. “Okay boys, we have dragon blood!” The waiter let out, pand placed a bowl of tomato soup in front of all of them. “And we have some dragon flesh, dragon's teeth, half a dragon's egg, and a special rock.” He announced as he placed the non-vegetarian meals down.

It consisted of half a cooked chicken, a corn cob, half a baked potato, and a slice of bread. The vegetarian one had less fancy names and was simply just, ‘The Royals Special Salad’

The boys tucked in using their hands. Sam sat there with a wooden fork digging into his salad as he looked around everyone else ripping their food apart.

One point Jake lifted his sword and tried to skewer his ‘dragon flesh’ chicken with it, earning a very loud scream laugh coming from the other end of the table.

“Heathens” Sam made a disgusted face.

“HUZZAH!” Jake yelled again right into his ear which was again followed by another chorus of everyone joining in.

“Will you stop ‘Huzzah-ing?!” Sam moved away from his older brother who was laughing loudly with his head thrown back.

The horse show had ended and now it was time for some jousting to take place.

Danny looked around to the families around him. They began to yell, scream, and cheer. “KILL HIM! KILLL HIIIIIIIIIM!” His mouth fell open when a child that was around 8 years old started yelling that at the top of their lungs.

“What kind of family show is-“ He stopped when Sam suddenly stood up. “WHITE KNIGHT! KILL THE DESPICABLE EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING, THE BLUE KNIGHT! DO YOUR DUTY! FOR YOUR KINGDOM!” He raised his flashing cocktail in the air.

People around them began to whoop, clap, and cheer harder. “I think these people actually want someone to bleed.” He laughed as he sat down.

Danny leaned over to say something to Josh but he was no longer sat there, just his jester hat in his seat. “Wait, where did Josh go?”

Sam didn’t even look over to the empty spot, just keeping his eyes on the two men who were now on their horses ready to joust. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was pumped for this. “Bathroom.” He simply replied.

The joust began and the white knight rode towards his target. The crowd on the white knight side were screaming at the top of their lungs, numerous flags and light up swords in the air.

“GO ON!!! Hit him!!!!” Sam yelled at the top of his lungs, gripping his drink.

Danny clapped and cheered to merely join in but then grimaced when the first hit happened. Nothing too bad, but the Blue knight wobbled a little and Danny downed a beer in the process. After another few jousts and hits the knights decided to battle off the horses with numerous weapons.

Everyone was losing their shit. Sam was sitting there laughing as people were screaming for the end of the blue knight. Jake was now holding his sword in the air with one foot on his chair as people chanted.

“Huzz-zah!” He chanted, throwing the sword up and down in the air which then started their side of the arena to join in.

“Ladies and Gentleman, it is time for your King to make a special appearance in preparation for the battle.”

The lights dimmed down and so did the cheers for blood as the crew quickly ran around the sandpit getting whatever was needed for the appearance of the king.

Jake has sat down by now but still held his sword in his right hand, and his drink in his left.

“Oh come on, I wanna see someone get knocked out!” Sam let out blowing air between his lips as he got fed up.

Danny laughed. “And who said they didn’t want to come to see people pretend?”

Sam glanced at him and narrowed his eyes. “Not me, certainly not I.” He took a huge gulp of his cocktail as he looked away.

Suddenly he spat out his drink. The liquid flew out of his mouth as he jolted forward in his seat in shock and started coughing. Danny looked at his friend and started patting his back.

“Dude, you okay?” He asked as Sam sat coughing manically.

“LONG LIVE THE KING!” Jake yelled at the pitch that even startled Danny which made him look towards the King.

There sat on the throne was Josh. He was now wearing a long red cape along with a golden crown on top of his head. He was also randomly holding a huge cooked turkey leg. He sat there acting like his life depended on it. A face of pure ‘Yes, I am your king, bow bitches’ His free hand giving a typical royal wave as the crowd went nuts.

Danny stood up. “JOSH! JOSH!” He yelled. Josh looked his way and just waved. Danny clapped his hands together. “PSSPSSPSSPSS JOSH GET BACK HERE!” If Sam wasn’t currently choking he would have said it looked as if he was trying to get a cat to come to him.

Josh held up a hand and the entire arena fell silent apart from Sam’s spluttering coughs.

“My dear kingdom…” He stood up and the workers surrounding him seemed to realise he was in fact not their actor who played the king and began to look around at each other. “We are all gathered to watch one perish in the bravery of battle.” He announced, putting on a little accent.

”You knights will fight with honour and strength as we cheer you on while feasting on dragons flesh and also feasting on one of your deaths.” The knights looked at each other confused.

His voice then went to his normal tone. “I mean, for a family show this really does have a lot of blood lust and violence going on I mean..” he motioned to the people with his free hand, “Everyone is so excited to watch people….b-beat each other up it’s….it’s an experience I tell ya..maybe needs more excitement am I right?” and then quickly pulled his jumpsuit to the side to flash everyone.

Danny’s head fell into his hands while Jake started laughing.

“BOOOO!” Sam quickly let out

Josh’s head quickly looked over to their direction. “Before the event shall start. By order of your King, anyone named Samuel shall be executed.” Josh declared in the most serious tone, doing a Meryl Streep level of acting.

All the workers looked at each other.

“Who is this guy?”

“Is he serious?”

“Who the fuck is Samuel?”

Sam put his sunglasses on and sunk down in his seat as Josh stared at him with the most serious face he had ever seen. But then he broke out in his wide toothy grin and normal toned voice, “Enjoy the bloodshed everybody! Have a wonderful night!”

And with that they workers quickly started to push the throne out of the arena with him still standing on it. Josh smiled at the workers joyfully and giggled before he posed dramatically as he was pushed out of sight.

The two knights stood there looking at each other and shrugged as if to say, “Okay…” before the white knight lifted his sword and tried to take down the other until he blocked the hit with his own sword.

Soon Josh came boundering back with the turkey leg and security holding onto his shoulder. “Is he with you?” Josh stood there giggling away as security walked him to his seat after Danny nodded his head.

“Guards! This is the Samuel who went against your king! Get him!” Josh let out shoving the jester hat back on and pointed to his younger brother who did everything he could to look not part of the group despite sitting in the middle of the chaos.

Security rolled their eyes but then pulled a worried look to Jake who was now standing with one foot on his chair again, sword in the air watching the show as the two knights went at it.

“Sir, how did you get tha-“ Security man no.1 began to ask Jake who quickly yelled. “Huzzah!” And bolted away from the table. The man looked at security man no.2 before they both went running off after him.

The waiter from earlier came over and began to hand out little cups of ice cream.

“You look stressed, don’t worry, tonight is actually very calm. Here you go boys, Dragon droppings! Enjoy!”

Danny looked at him in pure disbelief.

Sam and Josh began a little back and forth argument about how dare he sentence him to death. The cheek of such an order.

Before the waiter walked off, Danny smiled and motioned with his hand to get his attention over the noise of people yelling for the knight to kill, Josh and Sam arguing about betrayal, and the waiter's radio going off about, “Some crazed guy with a sword is in the gift shop.”

“Can I get 8 shots of tequila, please?”

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bazwillendinflames · 2 years

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Red Menace (Abigail & Emma)

Emma helps Abigail dye her hair.

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“Abi, you are full of surprises.”

Emma emerged from her bag, not with the suncream Abigail had offered, but with a familiar looking box. She waved it around, looking pleased at her discovery.

“It’s just hair dye.”

“Nope. It’s fun hair dye!” Emma smiled. “How could you hide this? You know I love makeovers!”

“It was sort of an impulse buy. I had this whole idea of reinventing myself this Summer.” Abigail pulled at her hair, currently a faded brown from where she had bleached the bottom of it. She had been going for a soft summer kind of look, but her hair just felt plain.

“Okay. You know I already think you’re the cutest thing ever, right?” Emma said.

“You do?” Abigail asked.

“But… you packed this hair dye and all these cute clothes and haven’t touched them all Summer. So, this makeover suggestion is for you to shine the way you deserve. A confidence boost really.”

Abigail tried not to get too swept up in Emma’s infectious energy. “Makeover?”

“It’ll be fun,” she promised. “I think red’s totally your colour.”

Abigail picked up the box, looking at the smiling model on the box. “I don’t know. I also brought extra black. I should just go back to my natural colour.”

“If that’s what you want,” Emma said. “But, you’d look so cute with red! Oh, or maybe a mix of both. I gave my friend Georgie the best blue streaks and they called me, ‘almost like a professional.’”

“High praise,” Abigail joked. “But I don’t think streaks will suit me.”

“One streak?” Emma pushed. “Okay. Back to black then. But I’ll still help you do it.”

Abigail looked down at the box, slightly crushed in her hands. On the other side of the box, the model had been edited to show other styles. The one in the middle caught her attention.

“I like this one,” Abigail admitted. “But I don’t know if it’ll suit me.”

“Let me see.” Emma leaned over, where she was pointing at the ombre styling. “Abi! You really are full of surprises. That’s so cool!”

“Probably wouldn’t suit me then.”

“Nope. No putting yourself down. That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

Abigail smiled. “I’m your best friend?”

“Duh.” Emma smiled again. “So, what do you think? Trust me with your hair?”

Abigail pulled at the end of her off-blonde hair again. “Yeah. Let’s do it!”

Emma’s excited squeal was enough to get Abigail smiling too.

By the time Abigail had returned from the shower block, her hair damp under the towel as instructed, Emma had already read through the instructions three times. “Welcome to the salon madam.”

Abigail laughed. She had a really sweet one, although she was always hiding it behind her hands. Emma was determined to bring her friend out of her shell.

“Do you have an opening?”

“I’m afraid we’re booked up for months. Lucky for you, my last client just went bald, so I have space.” Emma pulled out the wooden chair. “Do sit down.”

“Thank you.”

Abigail adjusted the towel so it fell around her neck. She had changed into one of the camp shirts that was already stained with blodges of paint. She gave her hair a brush and then let it fall down again. Emma pulled on the plastic gloves with a snap. She picked up the brush and stirred the red mix around, finally putting the first streak in Abigail’s hair.

“No turning back now,” she joked. “You’re committed to red menace now.”

“Oh. What?”

“It’s the shade name. Snappy right.” Emma added another streak. “This is going to look great!”

“Red’s always been my favourite colour.”

“Yeah? Is there a whole artsy reason why?”

Abigail giggled. “Sort of. It’s a primary colour, so it’s the starting point for most of the other colours. And my first painting that I got an award for was only black and white and red.”

“You’re so good.”

“You haven't seen it,” Abigail replied.

“I’ve seen what you draw. You’re amazing.” Emma moved to the right side of her head. “But you totally let the art do the talking.”

She continued to work. Abigail seemed more relaxed now, her eyes closed, humming a little as Emma massaged the dye into her hair.

“I don’t know. The camp’s filled with so many loud and confident people. It’s kinda hard to get them to pay attention to me.”

Emma had a feeling that she knew exactly who Abigail wanted to catch the eye off. But she didn’t want to push her too far out of her comfort zone. Baby steps.

“Well, when you walk into dinner like this, they’ll have no choice.”

“You think so?” Abigail asked.

Emma did a final check that she had applied the paste evenly, before peeling off the gloves. There was only one chair in their room, so she sat at the edge of one of the bunks.

“I told you Abi. You’re gonna shine.”

Abigail smiled. “If I could be half as confident as you are, that’d be awesome.”

“Confidence is all about feeling good. You aren’t dressing to feel good. You’re dressing to hide. Come one, I know that you packed so many cute outfits and yet, I’ve only seen you wear your camp shirt.”

Abigail crossed her arms. “It’s the uniform.”

“You already changed your hair. Why not put one of those cute little crop tops you packed?” Emma picked up Abigail’s bag again, rooting through it. There was a mesh crop top with red roses that she had spotted earlier. She held up against her own chest.

“I can’t wear that!”

“It’s your shirt. You packed it.” Emma held the shirt up against the box of dye. “It matches perfectly! Confidence Abi!”

Abigail unfolded her arms. “I’ll try it.”

Emma grinned. “Great!”

Abigail frowned. “How long are you supposed to leave this in? My neck’s starting to get itchy?”

Emma looked down at the box in her hands. “Shoot!”

Abigail hadn’t quite felt ready for the mesh shirt alone. But Emma had convinced her to layer a black tank top under and change out her usual shorts for one of the plaid skirts she had brought. It felt like a lot to wear just to eat burgers with the rest of the counselors, but Abigail tried to ignore the urge to cover it with a jacket. Emma wouldn’t forgive her if she tried.

Abigail gave her appearance a final look in the mirror. Now her hair was dry, exactly how vibrant the red ended up was clear. But she was surprised how much she liked it.

Emma was waiting outside of the dining hall. She grinned as she spotted Abigail, brushing off Jacob to wave. “Oh my god Abi, you look amazing!”

“Thanks.”

After an elbow to the ribs from Emma, Jacob added: “Cool hair Abi.”

“We should head in.”

“I agree.” Emma locked arms with Abigail, practically dragging her in. “Hi guys!”

Suddenly all eyes were on them. Abigail smiled. “Hey,” she added, quieter.

“You look awesome,” Kaitlyn complimented. “Abi, I am totally going to steal your outfit.”

“Oh thanks. It’s not too much?”

Kaitlyn shook her head. “What? No way.”

The rest of the counselor’s chimed in with their own compliments. Abigail headed over to the serving station, feeling her face was as red as her new hair colour. It wasn’t helped by the fact Nick was standing there too, making up his own plate.

“Abi?”

“Hi.” She busied herself with grabbing salad.

“You look really good,” Nick said. “Red’s actually my favourite colour. Doubly now.”

“Mine too!” Abigail said.

They shared a smile.

“You look… yeah wow. I’ll shut up now,” Nick muttered. He went to rejoin the others at the table.

“Abi!” Emma took his place. “You’re definitely shining now.”

“Oh my god. Thank you.”

Emma smiled. “Any time. But by the way, all those compliments, those dropped jaws, that’s all you.”

Abigail smiled back. Maybe this would be the life changing Summer she had been hoping for after all.

#the quarry #abigail blyg #emma mountebank

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bjerregaardtalley5 · 2 years

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decayedshot · 5 years

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no dresses, only veils and thigh-high boots

#imagery.#she's getting married!!!!!!!!!!#the suit was already black and i had to dye it Extra Black #and it's honestly the most IC thing i've ever done for her

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neo-culture-mafia · 4 years

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Mafia!NCT 127 Reaction to You Coloring Their Tattoos

Hyuck + Mark in the Dream Reaction

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[ posted 09 / 10 / 2020 ]

Taeyong

He had no hesitation letting you color his tattoos. "Have fun, babe." He pinched your cheek and relaxed under the big tree you were both sitting under. Today was a cool and relaxing day as Taeyong had thrown all his plans away to be with you all day.

The dragon on his bicep was now stained in hues of purple and green with accents of neon yellow creeping up his shoulder. "So, besides today, how have you been lately?" His gaze swayed from you to the inside of his eyelids as he was drifting to sleep slowly. "Okay, I suppose. Work is annoying." You laughed and his heart twinged with love. "My students are definitely taking advantage of the wedding to slack off with their work." You chuckled and Taeyong took notice of the cool metal ring that laid on your left hand. It had never looked more magical than right now. The wedding was a fairytale story to think about in another time and place. It was the talk of the town. There wasn’t a reason the students shouldn’t be talking about it.

"They're kids. They're going to goof off for a while." He laughed and looked down at his arm. The color stuck inside the lines and stained your hands wildly. Your yawn brought his attentive eyes to your sleepy frame. "Tired, already?" He laughed as you could only shrug with a sheepish grin stuck on your face.

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He stayed awake just looking at your angelic features as the sight of his multi-colored arm shifted his focus. It was so meaningless to you but he loved it as he knew that it came from your heart and mind.

It was you-- perfect.

Taeil

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Taeil gripped your wrist harshly to get you to stop but the spiteful feeling sparked in your head. You grabbed his hand with your other hand and forced it on your lap. You continued drawing and coloring the shapes and words with a vengeful attitude coursing through your veins.

A break was reached and all the underbosses were dismissed from the meeting room to the dining room where food was going to be served. Yet, once the room was cleared he grabbed your wrists once more. "What the hell are you doing?"

You automatically started to pout as you deemed that this wasn't fun anymore. "I was just trying to get your attention." You mumbled as you got up and walked out of the big wooden doors. Taeil sighed and took a deep breath. He looked down to see hearts of blue and red around your initials he had tattooed on his thumb. Tiny cartoon characters danced across his hand and he realized he was overreacting.

He got up to go after you and caught you walking slowly to the dining room. He came up behind you and slipped a hand on your lower hip. "I'm sorry, baby." Taeil sighed and kissed your cheek warmly.

You shook your head and leaned into him. "No, I shouldn't have kept going when you said to stop. I'm sorry." You confided as you both turned into the room where everyone was already seated. "Here, how about this," he whispered. "Eat a little bit of food then me and you can go out for burgers after everyone leaves." He said and the look on your face gave him the energy to get through the next hour and a half.

"Really?" You asked and he nodded. You grabbed his face and gently kissed his cheek. "Now you have my seal of approval." You laughed as you rubbed the faint mark of lipstick off of his face.

You sat down ready to shove down the nasty fish eggs and wine that was about to be served.

Johnny

Nobody understood how Johnny got you to be his wife. Everyone thought that the differences would've drowned out the connection. Yet, anybody who doubted was silenced when they spent an hour with you both. The strongness of Johnny seemed minimalized whenever you walked into the room. It was quite magical.

You and Johnny sat on the 127 squad jet, bound towards New York where you both would be staying for 3 months for protection. The family was threatened with the wives and partners coming under the harshest threats.

Johnny took you and didn't look back. You were working an 18-hour shift at the hospital and he came with no warning. Just grabbed you and left.

Jaehyun and his wife were on the way to Connecticut while Mark and his girlfriend were on their way to New York too. Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun were to meet in New York in their respective spaces to set out a plan of action. After that, Mark would spend a month in New York, then go up to Toronto, spending his last months in Vancouver. Johnny is splitting the trip up into half in New York, the rest in Chicago. Jaehyun was taking his chances by staying in Connecticut. Yet, he said he wouldn't hesitate running West if needed.set out a plan of action. The sudden news threw you off guard.

You sat with Johnny in the back of the plane in dead silence. "I'm scared." You admitted. "Why?" He asked as he turned his phone off and threw it on the table in front of both of you.

You curled up on the couch next to him, latching onto his arm protectively. "Nothing is going to happen, sweetie." He came up to twirl your hair calmly as your heart started to race more. It was too quiet.

"Here, let's find something to do." He sighed and stood up, rummaging through the closets and storage of the plane. In a moment he returned with a pack of markers. "No paper." He frowned and sat back down with a tired sigh.

You reached forward to bring the thin cardboard box into your hands. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back as you pulled the markers out and twirled them in-between your fingers.

You looked to him to see his head leaned back and eyes shut. You grabbed his suit jacket and tugged. His head snapped up and it took him a minute to understand what you were getting at. "Oh." He sighed and shook the material off of his torso.

A simple t-shirt had been hidden underneath his blazer as you laid your eyes on his tattoos. He didn't have any hesitation as he rolled up his already short sleeves and got comfortable.

He was preoccupied with his phone as you hummed to yourself. You traced the sunflower in green and made tie-dye art on his forearms. Johnny was content with the silence and the fact he knew that you were okay and occupied.

"Wanna listen to some music, babe?" He asked as he opened his music app. "Duh." He clicked the playlist you had made for him and laughed as he watched you sing terribly into the marker. He studied your figure and facial expressions as you got caught up in coloring again. "This dragon is now going to have whiskers." You nodded but stopped quickly. "Or a mustache?" You looked at Johnny and he shrugged. "He'd look cute with some whiskers." You took the idea and plopped whiskers on the face of the dragon.

An associate who tagged along for the trip came into the back room with refreshments for the two of you. You both gladly accepted and were left alone again. "Gummy bears?" These are perfect. He threw the package at you but it went untouched as you kept drawing.

He could only laugh to himself as he opened the package for you and pulled a singular bear out. Johnny held it to your lips and was happy to you take it without much thought. You finally were happy with your artistic decisions and showed Johnny the finished piece.

"It's so nice, y/n!" He smiled and it felt like your brain was mush. You sat next to him with a content smile and a small yawn.

"Tired already?" at which you could only shrug as a response. "Then let's just watch some videos and relax." He kicked his feet up and pulled you so you were on his lap.

Johnny's phone played random videos as you latched onto him and went to sleep. He took some photos to set as his wallpaper and ultimately decided to join you in a nice nap.

(rrruuudddeee)

~~~

Yuta

"Yuta!" You called as you stepped into the large house. "I believe he's in the gazebo or his office, Miss." One of the worked associates greeted you at the front door. He grabbed the bags from your arms as you bowed politely. "Thank you so much." You were off towards the back of the house to find your husband.

"Yuta-!" You called as you rounded the corner of the house and into the back yard. The gazebo that laid just beyond the wood bridge that sat above the koi fish river-- was empty. You stopped and stared for a moment. You were sure that this is where he'd be.

"Up here, my love." A voice made you jump as you looked up to see Yuta at his office balcony. "Oh. Hi!" You waved as his eyes squinted in a smile. "How was your day out?" He asked as he brought his teacup up to his lips. "It was wonderful! I have something to show you!" You called and held up a small shopping bag in your hand. "I'll be right up!" You raced back into the house and up the stairs to where he already stood waiting for you in the doorway to his office.

"What's so amazing that you found today?" His eyebrow raised and you opened the bag quickly. "But first-" He interrupted you as he grabbed your face gently and gave you a passionate kiss. "What's this for?" You asked as he continued to stare at your face lovingly. "Just happy to see you is all." He smiled as his hands found their way into his pockets.

"Now, show me." He motioned to one of your hands that was stuck in the bag you held. You were brought back to reality and pulled the plastic package out of the bag.

"...Markers?" He asked and his tone of voice made you laugh. "Not just any markers. They're tattoo markers. They're safe for the skin." You corrected him and he rolled his eyes. "You're still on this?" Yuta asked with an amused expression. "Of course I am! This was the deal." You said shoving them into his hands so he could inspect the box.

He read the back and he had to admit...you were right.

"You said I could color your tattoos IF I found tattoo markers. Safe for the skin and everything!" He knew you did it...and that he had to hold up his part of the deal. "Okay fine." He sighed as he handed the package back. "Yay! Thank you!" You jumped and laid a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"We can do it later before dinner." He agreed and watched you skip happily down the hall.

---- "Finally! You take forever." You sighed as you moved your sunglasses up your nose. The grass tickled your bare legs as Yuta sat next to you. "I couldn't help it. Taeyong didn't want to hang up the phone." You stood on your knees and moved behind Yuta. Your hands gently rubbed his shoulders as his head fell in an exasperated manner.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Yuta. But, I called you out here for the deal. Not a massage." He whined as he flopped down on the grass, his t-shirt lifting on his back. His head rested on his folded arms as you silently cheered.

"If this stains, I will make sure to throw out all color in your life. Your life will be a dull kaleidoscope-" "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, you big baby." You laughed and opened your pouch full of the tattoo markers.

You lifted the back of his shirt more till the full picture was revealed. A full mural was printed on his back with black ink that curved and straightened out into different objects. A dragon with demons following was the full picture...a dark reality...that you were going to make colorful.

You sat on his lower back and got to work filling in the different parts of the dragon. Every once in awhile he would spasm and try to make you mess-up. Yet, with a tug on his hair, he would become limp and obedient again.

"I'm almost done." Was the phrase that almost made him weep with joy. "Finally." He let it slip and he felt a tug on his hair again. "Ow." He rubbed his head. He could feel you draw and move the felt-tipped weapons on his back.

"Finished." You cheered and grabbed his phone to take a picture. You showed it to him and ombre scaled decorated the dragon with the demon's faces were colored red and blue. It looked nice. He saw a couple of smiley faces hidden in there and felt like everything looked complete.

"Okay, my turn now!" He yelled and grabbed your arm. He pulled you to the ground and grabbed the black marker that was in your hand. "Yuta, no." You tried fighting him. "This wasn't apart of the deal." You thrashed but he pinned you under his body weight. "Excuse me? Sorry, I don't speak Japanese." His Korean rambled off quickly from his tongue. You decided to just deal with it as he took his time drawing a mustache on your face along with random doodles he could think of.

He finally stopped his antics and took a picture with his phone to look at afterward. "You look so cute, look!" He pulled up the picture and shoved it in your face. "I look gross man!" You ridiculed but he wrapped you up in his arms quickly,

"My gross man."

Doyoung

"I thought they were going to be here already." You whined as your head hit the wall behind you. "Oh, can you stop whining for once?" He groaned as he took off his bulletproof vest. The air seemed to be getting thinner as the seconds ticked past. He stretched his legs out so they touched the opposite wall of the tiny bank vault. The velvet flooring seemed sticky as it felt like your chest was getting heavier.

You stood up and went to the closed door. Kicking and banging seemed like the only viable option. You pounded and kicked as hard and as much as you could with no luck. Tears stained your eyes as you turned around to look for another option out of here. "It's getting smaller." You whispered and Doyoung took the opportunity. "You're right, y/n. I can feel the walls pushing in!" He yelled and started to thrash and roll around on the ground. You could swear that the walls were shrinking and coming closer together. You dropped to the floor with your hands over your head, ready to be crushed by the vault walls.

Doyoung was pissed and vengeful in the beginning but now he just felt bad. You sat there silently crying as you rocked yourself back and forth. Doyoung sat opposite of you and just stared, waiting for you to snap out of it, yet, there was no hope as he watched you bring your legs closer to your chest.

He pushed your shoulder and you backed away from him quickly. "Calm down. You're wasting our air." He deadpanned. You could only nod and wipe the tears away from your eyes.

"Wanna play tic-tac-toe?" He asked and you looked around, surprised he was asking in a moment like this. "Um-" He didn't wait for an answer and grabbed your legs-- pulling you closer to where he sat.

Doyoung reached into your vest you were wearing and pulled an assortment of permanent markers out. You wiped the rest of your tears and grabbed the orange marker out of his hand. He lifted the sleeve of his long shirt and created the grid in black ink. "Wanna go first?" He asked and you took the opportunity to land an 'X' in the grid.

He followed soon after you and in no time-- he won.

Another game and another and another till no space was left. An hour had passed and you were still stuck in the bank vault.

"Fine. You win this tournament. But, I know I'll win next time." Doyoung said laying back and closing his eyes. The sweat from his bangs dripped down the side of his face.

The bottom of his shirt lifted and you could see the familiar black ink on his side. "Stop staring at me like that, pervert. I have rights." He pulled his shirt down and you let a laugh rip through your chest.

"Chill. I was just looking at your tattoo." You said and he shrugged. "What about 'em?" He asked as his eyes closed once more. "Nothing. Just looking," you sighed, "I wanted to be a tattoo artist before all of this." You motioned around the velvet interior. One eye peeked open and he looked suspiciously at your figure. "Are you any good?"

You stood on your knees and lifted your shirt so he could see the piece you were in the middle of finishing. Dragon and koi fish laid on your ribs in red ink.

"Woah." He lifted himself closer and gently touched the healing ink. "You did this yourself?" You nodded as he inspected it for a good minute.

"Give me one!" He said and shoved the red sharpie in your hand. He didn't give you time before laying on his side in a straight line. He lifted the side of his shirt and waited patiently.

You shrugged, finding nothing else better to do. He already had black ink staining his skin so you decided to add on. It was another simple dragon but it fit his character and personality perfectly.

Time seemed to slow as he tried to take a sneak peek of the masterpiece you were currently working on. He planned to take a picture later and get it done, yet, it would have to be in secret.

All of a sudden, the door popped open and cool air filled the small compartment. "Welcome back to Earth." Chenle greeted. You capped the marker and grabbed your vest as quickly as Doyoung.

You both high-tailed it out of the bank and into the street where the van was waiting with open doors. Doyoung and you jumped and rolled onto the back-ground of the van and the door was slammed shut by Jaehyun.

"Sorry about that. Jungwoo spilled Sprite on the control panel." Jaehyun explained and a guilty-looking Jungwoo sat in the passenger seat, not making eye contact.

"Woah. You got a new tattoo?" Jaehyun lifted Doyoung's shirt up more to see the red dragon you had drawn.

"Eventually."

(tf is this?? i’m not even correlating the gif with the story...because what in the actual fuck is THIS????)

~~~~~

Jaehyun

He was a very demanding man with particular tastes. You sat by yourself in your underground shop when a swarm of men came in all at once. They lead the way for a man in a sharp business suit.

I'm about to get shut down...aren't I?

He looked at you for a moment before looking around and coming towards you. "Are you the shop owner?" His voice was smooth with undertones of threatening. "Depends on who's asking," I answered honestly, "If it's for ink work or compliments: me. If you have any problems then I'll turn you over to my manager, Lucifer." You wiped down the glass counter in front of you. His chuckle rang sliced through the thick tension.

"Lucifer." You sang and made kissy noises. A long black haired cat hopped onto the glass counter next to you, hissing at the men and laying on its back. His back stretched as his paws grew long and pointy nails only for a moment. "Oh be nice, Luci." You called and picked the cat up in your arms.

"So how can we help you today?" You smiled and the man looked at you and sighed. "This will do." He called over his shoulder and you heard a bang of your shop door. Men walked around you to your workroom and began going through your papers. "Do you have any affiliations with any gangs in the local or surrounding areas?" The man asked as you dropped the cat onto the glass.

"No." You blurted and it was met with a smile. "Well, you have caught the interest of Neo Culture-" "Oh hell no." You shook your head and came around the counter. You pointed towards the staircase that was capped with the 'exit' door. "Leave." You demanded, yet, he stood still.

"I don't think you understand how this works." His smile made you shiver. "You were picked. You can't just...refuse." He motioned to the room. "You are on Neo Culture property and territory. You will work for us in exchange for a pretty...hefty amount of cash-" "And a bullet in my head if another gang comes by?" You questioned with your arms crossed over your chest. "Well, you don't need to worry about that till they show up...do you?" His reasoning made you angry.

"I just want a simple fill-in today. And if you do well, then you'll be taken care of." He went into his coat pocket and pulled out a stack of paper. "Rent, bills, groceries, and spending money. Not to mention guaranteed protection from the most feared crime family in the Asiatic continent." He smiled as he handed over the piece of paper.

You looked at it and it was of a dragon that needed to be shaded and filled in. You knew that you needed to do this...or say bye-bye to your shop and dreams.

You sighed and looked at Lucifer who sat grooming himself.

"It's all clear, sir." One of the men popped his head out of the back curtain. The man smiled at you and stuck out his hand. "Do we have a deal?" He asked and you regretted the decision as you felt your hand reach itself out in front of you. "Deal." You sighed and you lead him back to the workroom.

He made himself comfortable as he draped his jacket across the waiting chair and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his business shirt until a blank tattoo was shown on the front section of his ribs.

You got yourself ready off of what the paper described. Black and red shading with a black streak thrown across the dragon's eyes. 1-2-7 was bent across the dragon's stomach as 5 stars surrounded the head of the dragon mimicking a crown.

"Lucifer. Out." You called and the cat meow'd before walking out of the curtain. "Want to listen to music while I work?" You asked and he shook his head 'no' as he preoccupied himself on his phone.

You worked quickly and efficiently as he didn't dare look at your work.

2 hours went by and you were done. "Finished." You said standing up and disposing of the used needles. He stood up and looked into the body-length mirror on the other side of the room. "Woah." Was all you heard.

"This is good work." He said and you awkwardly smiled while coming closer to him with saniderm and healing gel. "Take off the saniderm underwater, so I suggest a shower and apply the gel gently. Change the saniderm at the same time tomorrow then after that you can wait up to 6 days after to change." You explained as you rubbed the gel on the tattoo and stuck a big square of saniderm on his torso.

"Why, thank you,-" "y/n." You cut him off and you could see him smile as you turned away.

"Nice name." He smiled, "Thanks...I guess." You shrugged. "Well, some other members will be in for some days to come. Money has already been left under your counter." He redressed as you cleaned up your station.

"I hope to see you soon, y/n." He smiled and walked off in an eerie aura. You heard your shop door open and close.

You rested your hands on your counter and let a huge sigh escape your chest. Meow.

You looked over to see Lucifer peeking his head in.

"I know. He was really weird."

(back tf up?? in the middle of a pandemic??)

~~~~~

Jungwoo

"Stop running away from me you tree!" You leaped from the couch and onto your boyfriend's back. "No! You'll never catch me!" He tried to shake you off of him, yet, you latched onto him as tight as you could.

"Damn your koala grip." He tried to swing his body around and throw you to the ground. Your hands went to cover his eyes as you began to panic. "Quit moving so fast!" You pleaded and he stopped abruptly. You scrambled off of his back and just sat with your legs outstretched on the floor.

You looked up at him with a look that could kill. "Just let me have fun." You pushed yourself off the floor and pointed a finger in his face. "You can. Just not on me." He moved your hand away from his face.

You groaned and sat on the couch in a huff. "You're no fun, Woo." You muttered and he couldn't help but smile at your pouty nature.

"Sure. Whatever you say, cutie." He said excusing himself down the hall. You heard the door to the bedroom close and you were left alone. You were going to color those damn tattoos even if it killed you. You turned on the TV and watched some shows. 40 minutes had passed and you knew that Jungwoo had to be asleep.

You snuck to the closet by the kitchen and threw the door open to find the bucket of markers. You grabbed your favorite out of the selection and were off down the hall.

The door was silent as you swung it open quickly. Jungwoo laid passed out on top of the sheets. His arms were folded underneath his head as you watched his chest rise and fall slowly...in a serene manner...but it was too calm. Chaos and fun were needed.

Tip-toeing was your best option as you swiftly made yourself over. You watched his eyes roam the inside of his eyelids as you realized he was completely knocked out.

You crawled on your space of the bed and uncapped the marker with a slight struggle. The pop made Jungwoo's eyelids squeeze and release quickly.

Your heart was filled with a mischievous attitude as you softly traced along the stars that were placed on his inner bicep. Pinks and oranges were plopped onto his skin as he laid unconscious.

A couple of cartoon characters and messages later you were bored. "Guess you are right. I really do have the mind of a goldfish." You mused quietly as you closed the marker and shoved them off the bed.

You laid across Jungwoo's torso and rolled onto him so he could wake-up. "It's like watching a toddler, I swear." He groaned as he grabbed you and didn't let go.

"I could've sworn that coloring would've kept you busy for at least an hour." He sighed and you just looked at him as if he had grown 5 heads. "I'm not stupid, y/n. Don't look at me like that." Jungwoo laughed and pinched your cheek.

He held onto your waist with one arm as he examined what you had drawn on the other. "Awe they're so cute." He mused and you looked at your work once more.

"Can I get a tattoo?" You asked and he only looked at you. "Do what you feel is right, but please...please think it through." He sighed and held onto you with both hands.

"Deal."

(ooo...fluffy looking jungwoo)

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gojo-x-reader · 3 years

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And That Just Takes the Cake

Relationship(s): Gojo Satoru x M!Reader

Warnings: none

Tags: none

AO3 Link: here

Words: ~1k

Request: “Could you please write something for the prompt: "they're both going about doing Adult Life™ things, and Gojo just grabbed the last item on the shelf that m!reader needed to complete his shopping list; shenanigans of your choice ensue, and reader somehow ends up getting Gojo's number out of the whole ordeal"”

It had been a long week at work; between the overtime you put into a project you were in charge of (against your company’s better judgment, honestly) and your coworkers who couldn’t get proposals in by your deadlines, causing you to get yelled at by the higher-ups, it had been a long week. Even worse, you opened up your fridge to find nothing in it besides two eggs and a piece of molding meat. There was a reason why you had been eating convenience store meals and cup ramen all week, with all their sodium.

Sighing, you threw away the piece of meat and cooked the two eggs real quick; you skipped lunch so that you could get off of work an hour earlier, but look where it got you--starving at 8 pm with a practically empty fridge.

After hoovering down the eggs, you grabbed your suit jacket and keys, then put on your shoes and walked to the nearest grocery store.

Grabbing a basket, you began filling it with food for the next few days. You didn’t even bother making a physical list, relying on your brain to add whatever looks good to the basket.

After nearly overflowing the basket and mentally checking off everything, you decided to treat yourself to a little something extra. This grocery store was locally owned by a little old lady who made some of the best cakes you had the pleasure of trying. She often ran out about this time, but you decided to try your luck.

Turning the corner, you saw one neatly packaged slice left on the shelf and speed-walked over as fast as you could without jogging. It was your favorite lemon flavor, almost like your luck had finally begun turning this week--

The same second you put your hand on the slice, as did someone else, with hands nearly twice the size of yours. You turned to your left to see who would dare come between you this wonderful slice of cake, not expecting a mountain model of a man beside you. You considered yourself to be a man of above-average stature, but even then, he was a head taller than you. He was dressed in gray sweatpants, a black sweater hanging off of his shoulders, exposing those wonderfully carved collarbones. He wore black sunglasses, even though the sky was dark and they were inside, so you wondered if he was blind or something. And his hair--it was white as snow, kind of messy, in a cute kind of way. You wondered if that was natural or he just had a hair dye obsession.

“Excuse me,” he said, tugging on the cake slice his way. You held your ground, tugging it back your way. “I saw this first.”

Oh, so it was going to be like this. Two adults arguing over the last slice of cake while an old lady watched them from the register.

“I think you’re wrong about that,” you answered back. “I saw it first, plus I have been a customer of this establishment for over five years. It’s mine.”

“Oh? And what makes you think you deserve this cake more than me?” The handsome man grinned devilishly. Unfair, he had super glossy lips and tiny dimples. You didn’t even know what this guy looked like behind those dark shades, nor his name even, and you were already whipped for his looks. Ugh, you were a disaster of a man.

You cleared your throat, readying yourself for a winded explanation. You were known to be a talker, so maybe if you talked long enough this guy would just leave and let you have the cake.

“First of all, I’ve had a horrible week, sir. I could tell you about it for hours and it wouldn’t even be the half of it. So, instead of being an alcoholic, I’ve decided to become a sugar addict.”

“A wise choice,” the man mused.

“Second of all, this is my favorite flavor. Tatsuki-san makes some of the best cakes I’ve ever tasted in my life. The lemon one is particularly good because it’s not too sweet, not too sour--a perfect balance that leaves you wanting me.”

“I see,” he stated, empty hand brought up to his chin in thought. You weren’t so sure if he could see.

“And third of all, I’m probably older than you, so respect your elders and hand over the cake.”

“Hmmm,” the man hummed. “How old are you?”

“Thirsty--I mean thirty.”

“Well, what do you know!” He grinned widely. “You are older than me. I like you and your spunk.”

HUH?!

“Anyways, I’ll do you a favor and hand over this cake. But in return--” he let go of the cake you were fiercely holding onto and rummaged in one of his pants pockets “--you have to buy me a slice another time.” He handed you a card from his pocket. “Here’s my number. Text me when you want to meet up with the slice and I’ll be there.”

You stared at the business card he handed over. It was a simple white, with an embellished silver of his name (“Gojo Satoru”), his occupation (“First Year Teacher at Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College”, whatever the hell that was), and his number. “And if I just pretend this encounter never happened? And never text you, Satoru-san?”

“Aw, we’re on a first-name basis already?” He teased. “And there’s nothing I can do about that,” he shrugged. “But c’mon.” He reached for his sunglasses, taking them off. Behind those dark shades were the brightest and most beautiful pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen. Not even some of the brightest eyed foreigners that visited came close to his particular shade of blue. It was mesmerizing, almost like you could get lost staring at them.

You felt your face warm up as you realized you were staring too hard and averted your eyes.

“I have a face few can resist.” He gently caressed your cheek, bringing your gaze back to his. “I’ll see you later, (Y/N)-san.”

Your face heated up more as you sputtered a goodbye and watched Gojo Satoru saunter out of the grocery store empty-handed. It was only after you paid for your groceries did you realize you never told him your name.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #male reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 3 years

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When the front door swung open and Ugetsu found himself face to face with a short-haired blonde not-Mafuyu, two thoughts immediately entered his head. First, despite Mafuyu’s directions and the note on the door, he must have accidentally come to the wrong place.

The second thought – swiftly following its forerunner – was a cold shower of recognition that froze him in place and dropped the bottom of his stomach.

“Oh”, a soft sound escaped him before he could trap it inside.

It seemed the blonde man had arrived at the same discovery as him. Gaping at him slightly and his amber eye wide as saucers, he stood in the doorway.

Ugetsu wanted to flee. As soon as possible, by any means necessary. An earthquake. A meteor. A secret trapdoor under his feet.

No, he thought, I can’t look back. If I look back, I’m lost.

“Uhh…,” the blonde man said, emerging from his stupor fist, “ahh, you must be – ”

“Yes, hi,” Ugetsu interrupted him. “I’m here to drop off Mafuyu’s present.”

He held out a white rustling paper bag with I ❤️ NY printed on the side. The man glanced at it but wouldn’t reach for it.

“He told me to come here.”

Mafuyu invited Ugetsu to his birthday party. Only he failed to mention the part about a party. Ugetsu found out just in time when a familiar-looking blonde man opened the front door. Social awkwardness and chaos ensue.

Takes place after the Ugetsu extra booklet that was released with the Blueray of the movie.

Ugetsu blinked at the note taped on the front door looming in front of him. A party? Mafuyu hadn’t mentioned anything about a party when he had asked Ugetsu to come over.

Stiffly, he stood in the unfamiliar staircase and listened for any party-related noises from the apartment. But his only answer was the background humming of the hallway. Hesitant, he toyed with the idea of texting Mafuyu some excuse. He could always give his birthday present some other time.

Before he let the temptation get too big, he pressed the doorbell and a sharp buzz rang in the apartment. He had made a promise, after all.

Perhaps, with any luck, he had arrived before the party.