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sl-ut · 2 months ago

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all is fair

pairing: pope heyward x fem!reader, unrequited!jj maybank x fem!reader, slightly homoerotic bff!sarah cameron x reader LOLLLL

description: jj is not jealous of pope. definitely not. okay, maybe just a little.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking/drug usage, jealousy, slight angst, jj being a little butthurt, pope and jj are beefing, weird au where the plot of the show never happens lol but sarah and jb are still dating, reader has a shitty past and a bit of lore but we’ll get into it but don’t worry it doesnt rlly affect what the reader looks like or ethnic/cultural background (but i wrote it with arabic-canadian!reader in mind but thats just self indulgent lol), once again was high when starting this and writing this rn so sorry if it makes like no sense whatsoever but i think the story will be good), the grandparents are the sweetest human beings ever sorry

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date posted: 08/11/25

JJ swore he wasn’t jealous. No way.

JJ, despite his unfortunate past, he had grown to be pretty damn confident in himself over the years; He was one of the best surfers in Kildare, he had a great group of friends, and he was fairly popular among the ladies in the Outer Banks. Sure, there were parts of him that he wasn’t so proud of or tried to keep hidden as much as possible, but at a time like this, he shouldn’t be feeling anything but on top of the world, but he couldn’t quite fight off the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach as his eyes followed the movements of the two girls on the opposite side of the bonfire.

Sarah threw her head back, laughing joyfully as she and Y/n took turns twirling each other around to some song that was far too fast for their dancing, but neither seemed to care. They’d been at it for a few songs now, Sarah always waiting in the wings to snatch the newest member of the Pogues away to have all to herself, knowing fully well that there were at least two other members of the group who were eager to do the same. John B didn’t seem alarmed at his girlfriend’s obsession with their new friend, though it was probably too demanding to ask a teenage boy to be upset about his girlfriend rubbing up on another girl.

To be totally fair, Sarah did technically have first dibs, having been the first to meet the girl after she’d moved in with her grandparents in Figure Eight while volunteering at the local animal shelter. Her grandparents were pretty well known in Kildare, two former snowbirds who finally decided to settle in North Carolina, both having recently retired, though her grandfather did own and partially run the shelter. They were a sweet old couple, the type that you might see on a Christmas card or a cookie box, and lived quite modestly despite the fact that they were living amongst the wealthier community on the island. With their granddaughter in town and staying with them indefinitely, they were eager to introduce her to Sarah in hopes of easily transitioning her into the social scene. It was Sarah who had invited her to the kegger the following weekend, so it made sense that they had quickly become two peas in a pod, so long as JJ was next in the pecking order.

Except, he couldn’t technically claim that spot on his own. He had actually met Y/n prior to the bonfire while delivering groceries with Pope, both of them spotting her at the exact same time as she answered the door, charming each of them with a sweet smile and a generous tip, completely unaware of the lingering gaze of each boy as she bid them each a polite goodbye before closing the door. Neither of them said anything the entire walk back to the truck, both sitting quietly in the front seat for a moment before JJ finally let his thoughts take over.

“She was like, crazy hot, right?”

Pope was silent for another beat before he sighed out his response, “Yeah she was.”

Neither of them brought her up again, figuring it wasn’t really worth their time to pursue anything with a girl who would only be there for a week. However, when she showed up with Sarah to the kegger that Friday, all bets were off.

JJ was the first to actually get to talk to her, stepping in with a greeting while Sarah became occupied with her boyfriend, nearly wasting away after being apart for two hours. He offered her a drink, chuckling to himself at the cringing expression on her face at the taste of the warm beer. She shook her head, handing the red cup back to him with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. This caught Sarah’s attention, winking at JJ as she encouraged him to show Y/n the cooler of quote-on-quote “girly drinks” in the back of the twinkie.

He could read that she was nervous, especially now that she was alone with him. Normally, he would do his best to calm her nerves just enough that he could persuade her to climb into the back of the van with him, but something about this girl made him feel different, almost obliged to treat her with more respect than he did most girls. She wasn’t just another girl, he could tell simply by the way she carried herself, almost like she understood him on a deeper level before she even knew anything about him. He was drawn to her, and an unfamiliar feeling of nerves ate away at his tummy as he showed her the selection of Sarah’s cans and gave her a lopsided grin as she took the can from him.

He lost sight of her for a while, returning to manning the keg while John B and Sarah rushed down the beach hand in hand, but his eyes were in a constant motion of scanning the crowd, eagerly searching for even a glimpse of the girl who’d had his head spinning for the last hour.

Unbeknownst to him, she had found herself sitting next to Kie at the bonfire, falling easily into the conversation with her and the few others. She took note of the boy sitting across from her, making an effort to ask him questions or include him in the conversations. He seemed to be a bit socially awkward, but there was something about him that had caught her eye straight away, even from the first moment they locked eyes while he was delivering her grandparents’ groceries.

He was dorky and awkward in the most endearing way possible, unlike guys she had historically been attracted to, but she was certain that that was exactly why she liked him so much; she was in the market for a fresh start, and that couldn’t happen if she put herself in the position to treated like shit all over again.

Six weeks later and Y/n found herself becoming a regular at the Chateau, constantly being dragged there on her days off from the shelter by Sarah or being picked up by one of the others on their way home from whatever odd job they’d picked up on Figure Eight for the day. Every day out on the boat, every kegger, every bonfire on the beach, she was there.

They had all even begun hanging out at her place, all quickly becoming acquainted with her grandparents, both of whom were more than happy to host the teens, keeping them comfortable and fed all day as they used their in-ground pool or lounged in the A/C. Her grandmother thought they were all the sweetest kids who’d ever lived, having a special place in her heart for the boys, while her grandfather was just glad to have a group to cook for, gladly donning his fancy apron and manning his grill for them all and enjoyed having extra help around the house. Her grandma especially loves when Sarah comes for sleepovers because she loves joining in on your gossip sessions and joining you both to go get mani-pedis in the morning.

Their closeness to her family also meant that they were quickly discovering very personal things about Y/n’s life prior to moving to the Outer Banks. Y/n was very hyper aware of this for the first few weeks, almost vulnerable now that her past was now out in the open, but she quickly came to realise that her secrets were safe with the pogues, and that they only made them love her even more.

Initially, it hadn’t been the intent of either Y/n or Pope to begin hanging out on their own in secret. Well, they had both wanted to hang out on their own, but the secrecy stemmed from the fact that JJ had made his intentions and feelings for Y/n very clear, and that he was very hard-pressed about the “no pogue-on-pogue macking,” rule for everyone except for himself for some reason. They also liked the quietness of secrecy, neither of them worried about their friends trying to butt in on their movie nights or walks on the beach, even though they were most definitely not trying to get each other alone on purpose… Until after she kissed him for the first time, that is.

Pope had been shocked when it happened, his brain barely even registering the second-long peck after he’d walked her home from the Chateau one evening, but he was sure to put his all into the second and third ones that quickly followed. He had expected some time to figure things out before anything was made official, but he of course had chosen a girl who was prepared to take what she wanted without fear of repercussions, and so, shortly after she had been picked up at the end of her grandparent’s dock, she curled into his side and announced that they were now together. Pope was taken aback, but was somewhat relieved that he no longer had to go through with his long-winded but very sweet gesture that he had planned in order to make things official. That relief, however, disappeared very quickly as he met JJ’s heated gaze.

“What ever happened to bro code?” He’d whined once they had gotten back to the chateau after dropping her back off that evening. “I mean, seriously man, I called dibs and you just swoop in before I even get to make a move.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Kie raised a hand to cut him off before he could spout any more nonsense, “You called dibs? Are you aware that we are talking about a real human girl here?”

“Not the point,” JJ ignored her, “You knew I liked her!”

“And you knew I did too!” Pope countered, “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about this beforehand but I never expected her to drop that on you guys like that.”

JJ shook his head, finishing the last of his beer and tossing the can to the side as he stormed towards the front door of the Chateau, “You just couldn’t let me have one thing now, could you Pope?”

Pope jumped to his own feet, brows furrowing as a look of disbelief crossed his face, “One thing? Do you even hear yourself? JJ, you can and have screwed around with every girl on this island; you always get first pick, and even the ones you leave for me are usually waiting for their chance to talk to you! God forbid the one girl I really like actually likes me back and isn’t just using me to get to you, but I guess that would be too hard for you to believe, huh?”

JJ frowned, opening his mouth to counter that argument when Sarah finally stepped in.

“Why are you even fighting over this?” She scoffed, “JJ, you have been here the entire time. If you were going to make a move you could have, but I really don’t think it would have made much of a difference. Like I said, you were here, you were an option, and she still chose Pope. Don’t throw your friendship with both of them away over her feelings, which none of you could have controlled even if you tried.”

JJ felt his breathing grow heavier, his emotions mixing with Sarah’s words of reason and sending him into a frenzy. He needed to be alone before he had the chance to blow up again, he needed time to think, so he stormed out of the Chateau without another word.

Two more weeks had passed, and all of them had gone back to normal. JJ was still a bit butthurt over it all, but made an effort to be his usual self. There was still a bit of tension between him and Pope, and the Heyward boy had even made an effort to plan more time away from the group with his new girlfriend, both out of respect for JJ’s feelings and out of a slight tinge of greed knowing that other eyes were looking at her in the same way he did. He had made an effort to not divulge any of what had happened to her, but he was sure that Sarah would have let at least some of it slip at some point.

The bonfire had been planned in honour of Kie’s birthday, though she had fled the party rather early, hand-in-hand with some dark-haired touron while her friends whooped and cheered. Most of the others had left by that point, leaving JJ, John B, Sarah, Pope, and Y/n alone to enjoy the slowly dying fire, the quickly dwindling alcohol supply, and the free-flowing music that played through John B’s beat up bluetooth speaker.

JJ sat on his folding chair, nursing his fourth beer of the night as he watched the girl twirl around and around with Sarah until they both stopped, alcohol-inspired giggles leaving their lips as they leaned against each other to regain their balance. They grinned at each other for a moment before Sarah leaned forward, pressing a gleeful kiss to her friend’s lips before pulling herself away.

“Heyward,” She called in a demanding voice, catching the attention of Pope, who’d already been watching his girlfriend with a lovesick stare, “Come get your lady, I need a break.”

Y/n grinned at him, eyes filling with love hearts at the sight of her boyfriend as she held out her grabby hands to him, beckoning him to join her, “Dance with me, Popey.”

Pope visibly cringed at the nickname, something she had never even once called him while sober, but still pushed himself off of his log and moved to meet her on the other side of the fire.

JJ reached a hand out, stopping him from moving any further as Pope stared down at him with a challenging look. They stared for a quick beat before JJ moved his hand up into an all-too-familiar position. A small smile appeared on Pope’s lips as he clapped his own hand into his best friend’s, dapping him up for the first time in weeks.

“I love you, man,” JJ slurred.

“Love you too, JJ.”

“Pope!” Y/n placed her hands on her hips, impatiently waiting for him as Sarah collapsed into John B’s lap.

“Go get her, tiger,” JJ let go of his hand, making sure to pat his ass sharply as he walked past with a laugh, watching as he took the girl into his arms and began to slowly sway her back and forth to the beat of the song.

Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as the drinks she’d had began to transcend from energetic to sleepy in just moments. JJ watched on, a small frown appearing on his lips before it quickly switched to a soft smile.

Alright, maybe he was jealous, but he’d never seen Pope look so happy, so maybe it was all worth it.

okay why did i actually eat this up

fr tho i love this pairing and little plot i have going so im def down to make this a mini series or do like hcs for this if ppl are interested if not just go ahead and tell me to stfu already

#x reader #reader insert #imagines #outer banks #outer banks x reader #i love pope so much #pope heyward x y/n #pope heyward x you #pope heyward imagine #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward #pope obx #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine

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lowkeyrobin · 5 months ago

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Maybe preferences for the descendants characters about them with a s/o who’s a VK and is having trouble fitting in at auradon? I’m desperate for mal and evie content I dunno

oo yeah sure!! ; hopefully I did this some justice lollll ; but thank you for requesting!! hope you enjoy 🫶 ; I just did the ogs (core four + uma) bc you wanted evie and mal and I like separating the ogs from the ror vks so 😔

DESCENDANTS ; fitting in

includes ; mal, evie, carlos, jay & uma

warnings ; language

masterlist

MAL

she feels so bad that you're not fitting in

it's not even about that, it's about feeling like you're still being ridiculed for being a vk

but trust she has your back

lots of pep talks and reassuring you that you're not like your parent/s

and that weirdos who wanna make fun of you can go suck it

"because everyone who wants to judge you, they can go suck it. you're amazing, they've just yet to see it"

as long as you have her and your friends you'll be okay I promise 😔🙏

EVIE

she knows what it feels like to only fit in because she has a pretty face, so she understands the fake kindness

lots of reassurance that you're worth it, and that you'll fit in soon enough

"theyre just... skeptical. once they get to know you, they'll see why we love you" she smiles. "try and compliment some people, or try out for a sport or program or club"

she has the most genuine, best advice ever

and she'll always be by your side to help

she always brings you to her fashion events so people can meet you as well 🫶🫶

CARLOS

he will do everything in his power to make you feel better / help you fit in

whether it be giving out treats or joining clubs / finding your interests, he'll be there

he understands how scary auradon is at first so he really does try to pep talk you and assure you everything will fall into place

"It'll be alright, y/n, you just have to get out there, find what you love, and kinda just... bond with people. they're just misguided and worried, i guess. but I promise, everything will be alright. Just give it time"

he has your back dw, he WILL snap back at a bitch

"actually, you're built like a refrigerator, so stop talking"

damn okay

JAY

he's constantly reassuring you that everything will be okay

"I swear, y/n, they'll warm up. you just gotta show them you aren't evil. like I did, I joined tourney and it makes me happy. find something that makes you happy, and you'll find other people who are happy with that interest."

he's always got your back too, and he's not one to shy away from a pep talk when you need it

he's right by your side when you're trying out new things to see what you like

and he's always whispering little things in your ear to help you talk to the auradon kids

UMA

she gets it dw

she barely fits in too

she's always got an arm slung over your shoulders while she gives you a pep talk

"dont worry about those people, just be you"

she makes sure to make you realize that you don't have to fit in and be popular amongst the auradon kids

like just be yourself cause you'll always have her and the other vks

#lowkeyrobin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #descendants x gn reader #descendants x reader #uma x reader #jay x reader #mal x reader #mal bertha x reader #evie x reader #evie grimhilde x reader #carlos de vil x reader #carlos x reader

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magmythedevil · 1 year ago

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Envy shippers are forgetting something, and thats kinda of connected to misogyny.

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Just warning before i start that i will be talking negativily about N a litte bit in this post, even If a love him very much, Its necessary lollll.

Also Please dont think this post is some form of hate against V or envy. Its a post about the way >some< NxV shippers treat Uzi and their double standards.

........

So, i saw that *one* group of people making jokes about Uzi dying/N killing Uzi so N can be with V again and after some time thinking i realized that those jokes are kinda of connected to how they think that "Uzi stole N from V" or "V deserves N more than Uzi does"

And thats make me think: why, them, as an envy shippers, chooses to throw their hatred at Uzi especifically? Why is the Idea of Uzi, the young girl who did >>nothing<<< to deserve what shes going through, dying so satisfing to them? Even If Its a "joke"?

And i guess i know the answer, they think V deserves N more, they are the one that deserve to be end-game, because they have a tragic love story, they had a spark and becuse they have known each other for way longer and all that stuff, right?

But I guess, them, yes, the one who love V and N as a duo and as a couple, are forgeting something important in this equation: N himself

If they want to blame someone for envy not working in the present time that much, N is the one they should be hating on (and V too tbh) not Uzi, Uzi is just having feelings.

N is the one that choosed to prioritize and protect a random purple worker girl he just met.

N is the one that choosed to change sides and fight against his own damn crush to protect the people of a random worker girl he just met.

he is the one that choosed to stop to act on his crush on V once he met Uzi, the random worker girl. (Srs, not even a single sigh of it since episode 2)

He is the one that choosed to keep holding Uzi's hand (and embrance It harder, when she was the one to ask him to let It go) while blushing at her on that hallway in front of everyone.

He is the one that randomly got her to have a dance with him in that prom fight.

He is the one that felt extremely bad of the Idea of Uzi being scared of him, yes, the random worker he just met.

He was the one to get angry at V for not respecting Uzi and say to her face "what is wrong with you?"

He is the one that ins't afraid to be all cozy with her in public (cabin fever is here as proof)

He was the one that, even after reexperiencing the thing he had with V in the past again, was happy to see Uzi instead of being nervous about it, when even V was embarassed.

Uzi never did anything, thats just a Uzi they created in their minds. wich ins't that surprising since they all dont even like to rewatch most of the show anyways (N and Uzi's interactions are too much for them to handle)

The worst thing she has done was being agressive to V, but mind you, thats bc V was treating her way worse when Uzi even considered her a friend.

>>N<< was the one that, accidently or not, made most of (If not all) his romantic moments with Uzi real.

But they wont talk about his position in this triangle right? Its just Uzi, Uzi this, Uzi that, Uzi is always the villian here.

Because N is the perfect boy who ins't capable of understanding love outside of his thing with V, right?

""N would never feel something like that for Uzi!!! Hes clearly being peer pressured by her!!""

"""the writing is sooo badddd!!! N would never do this ugggfhh""

""weirdo vickers, fix you damn show""

And..... you know what that sorta looks like...right? Yes, misogyny . Because they choose to hate on and make weird jokes about Uzi, the woman, when N, the man, had a bigger role with his romantic thing with Uzi than she did. And If they hate nxuzi so much, they should be hating on N too, but i know they wont.

For the people who hate to see N "being babied" they sure dont like to talk much about him in these things

#murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones uzi #murder drones v

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c0la-queen · 7 months ago

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AGHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG I LOVE THE FOODS THOUGHT FOR THE HYBRID GANG SO MUCH Its so adorableeee 😭😭😭

Big time relate to the watching youtube on the couch lolll

ALSO you mentioning that Prince is the most well behaved and beloved going on outings with Reader has me cooing at how cute that is—

I can definitely 1000% see People swarming reader and him for pets and gawking at how magnificent he is and how beautiful his coat is and he RELISHES IN IT, it gets to the point that Reader literally almost cannot leave and continue on her original path to wherever she needed to go, she loves that strangers adores Prince so much but it can get a lil overbearing when she gets stopped in her tracks repeatedly for a longggg time, and if Prince decides to be Bratty teasy that day and refuses to move??….Reader gets even more upset, honestly turn a bit jealous at how Prince who usually relishes in her touches now are choosing other strangers over her, she denies him pets afterwards cuz her mood’s sour but after he realizes shes upset and starts crying, sniffling and whining she’ll feel so bad and cuddles him again

and so I come to ask how do you think the other boys handle going outside with reader? Both in her car or on a walk leashed up, it’ll be nice to have small outings and walks sometimes especially if they’re so annoyed with her leaving so often, she figures this is a good way to spend their energy as well?

Tom’s probably the least interested/hates contacts from ppl so he probably doesn’t like walks much, the entire group is generally more indoorsy

Hahahaha…I was gonna ask for both like, separate walks for each pup and Also an entire Group outing as in everyone goes out…but jesus…that’ll be probably too chaotic, we’ll have 4 big ecstatic dizzy wolfdogs moving around constantly nipping and playfully fighting and pulling on leashes and sticking their heads out windows and barking, might take a few trips for them to learn how to behave properly if Reader doesnt give up before then LOLLLL

That meme picture of the parent with the leash on their babies struggling?? Literally reader trying to keep 4 giant wolfdogs together calm outside, drained 100% when she gets home

Ooh you are so so correct! Prince is always so so smug about all the attention he gets. Reader really doesn't mind most of the time. She it always makes her smile when her and Prince are out on a walk, or at the dog park, and people coo and praise Prince and talk about how pretty he is. They always tell Reader that she does 'such a good job taking care of his coat' and she sheepishly accepts the praise, knowing damn well that Prince mostly grooms himself.

That being said… it can get pretty frustrating sometimes. If Reader is trying to run errands, she likes to bring the boys with her. When she brings Prince, people will stop her on her way, admiring Prince and striking up conversation with her about the dog. It always goes the same way. The more they're stopped, the more irritated Reader starts to get - though she always hides it. All she wants to do is go get her groceries and go home. She can't help it when that frustration starts to get directed at Prince. Why did he always seem so excited by getting attention from other people? Was Reader's attention not enough? Usually, though she immediately dismisses that thought process as stupid. Prince is a dog. Of course he likes attention.

When she gets home with Prince, she needs time to cool off. She'll usually shut herself in her room by herself, because she'd feel bad if she gave the other boys attention and intentionally leave Prince out. Prince, predictably, notices right away. Reader gets tired out after running errands, so she always takes a nap after - a nap that Prince always joins her for. So when they get home and Reader is shutting him out of the bedroom to nap on her own? He is devastated. He doesn't understand. Did he do something wrong? Does Reader hate him now? He'll run to the other three in a panic. After they explain it to him, he's at Reader's door - scratching, whining, howling, crying - until she eventually sighs and let's him back in. She can't stay mad at him for too long.

As for the others…

Monster is the worst at walking. He just generally hates other people, he doesn't have the energy for them. So he will forcibly drag Reader across the street to dodge people. She can't take him on errands, because he refuses to go into stores. Too many people, too little space. On the off chance that he does end up being the center of attention, he at least has manners. He'll sit there politely, albeit awkwardly, and won't get aggressive with anyone. Oddly enough, Monster is actually really good in cars. Only if Reader's the only one in there, though. He'll lay patiently in the passenger seat as she drives, nose pressed up against the window as he watches the buildings go by outside.

Soldier is… decent at walks. Ever Reader's guard dog, he'll stay at her side, watching out for her. Most of the time, he's pretty unphased by people petting him. He doesn't really mind, he knows that when people see a dog, they're gonna want to pet it, even if it's big and mean looking like him. He won't be aggressive, but he's not overly enthusiastic. It's a different story when he doesn't like someone's vibes. He's got pretty good instincts, so if he doesn't like how someone is acting or they're giving him the ick, he'll growl and bristle. That's as far as he'll go, unless the person tries something against Reader. He's not the best with cars, he gets restless when he's in them. He'll behave for the most part, but he'll move around a lot, sniff around at Reader from around the headrest, and sniff intently at the air vents. Though, he'll growl if he sees someone in a nearby car looking at Reader.

Superhero is horrible at walking for Reader's own sanity. He's used to being the leader, of being the one in charge, so usually the other four will just follow where he walks. He's still not used to Reader not naturally following him. This leaders to two options - if Reader is in a leash required state, he'll drag her to whatever it is he wants to look at, or if not, he'll herd her in the direction he wants to go. Both Superhero and Reader are very stubborn, so a lot of the time they'll stand there and have a silent stand off because he wants to go investigate something to the side, but she insists they keep going forward. He's fine with attention; he likes it, but he's not as obsessed with it as Prince is. He'll do a goofy little smile to make whoever it is laugh, and sit all nice while they pet him. He's mostly chill, but if someone tries something or gets a little too close with Reader, he'll growl and even bark a little. He's so so gentle with children especially. Despite this, Superhero is the best of the four in cars. He sleeps through the entire car ride, only looking around occasionally to check their surroundings.

God forbid if Reader tries to take all four of them anywhere. On walks, its chaos, because they all want to do different things. Prince wants to go to the people, Monster wants to get away from the people, Soldier wants to stay on track, but Superhero wants to explore different things. Reader is 100% the perfect image of the parent with the babies on leash backpacks. People laugh at her every time they see her with them.

Cars are a different story, though. It's oddly calm having all four of them in the car. The others will keep Prince in line and shut him up when he starts whining. Monster is able to just chill and watch out one of the windows. Soldier is less restless because the others are there to keep an eye on things. Superhero is snoozing in the passenger seat the entire time, though he'll wake up to keep everyone in line and growl or bark at them in warning if needed. There's no getting the dog fur out of Reader's seats, though.

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #eddsworld matt x reader #eddsworld tom x reader #eddsworld edd #requested #eddsworld edd x reader #hybrid au

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cookiesupplier · 1 year ago

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Say My Name - Part Two (nsfw)

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x ofc

cw: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, P in V, unsafe sex (wrap it up folks), D/s undertones.

18+ Minors DNI

summary: Nicholas Ruffilo has been a fixture in Kaia's life for so long she couldn't imagine it without him. Even after he left for LA and his life of stardom took off.. the only problem, she never got the nerve to tell him how she felt about him. Could one more tattoo change everything?

words: 2209

author’s note: Part two, I promised the smut... I have no idea how good it is.. I.. yea. I tried lmfao. In my head it was fun lollll All unbeta'd, reader beware lol.

ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME!

Any replies to this post will be replied in a reblog because tumblr is a butt and for some reason wont let me reply to posts.. if anyone knows how I can fix it (I've done everything all the help suggestions have said) lemme knoowww.. cause support hasn't gotten back to me yet...

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“I want you to say my name like that again.”

Hearing those words from Nick left Kaia in a state of shock for a moment, her eyes widened as she stared at him, his hands warm on her leg, rubbing gently as if to sooth her, like he thought she was a wild animal about to start running. Another moan slipped from her lips however when she realised that that wasn’t what he was going at all, his hand on her inner thigh was rubbing those circles up over the paper stencil of the tattoo higher up her leg, creeping up higher, and higher.. She shuddered as she felt those gloved covered fingertips stroking the line at the edge where her skirt barely was tucked into her underwear..

“Ky, when I’m done with you Sweetheart, you won’t be moaning anyone else’s name like that. Ever, again.”

And fuck, she’d never thought Nick would exactly be the possessive type, he was so very chill and easy going, but damn, if seeing the way his eyes were staring at her as he tugged her shirt from her underwear and proceeded to pull his hands away so he could remove his gloves, that was the hottest thing she had ever heard come from him.

He never had to worry though. Not that she managed to get those words out, that would mean being able to put thoughts together right now. Instead, now, as she saw Nick’s gloves come off, she was peeling the tattoo stencil from her leg and carefully discarding it aside, time for the tattoo was done, as much as she had been looking forward to this tattoo time with Nick, oh, the feeling of his hands on her, the thrill of those words, the possibilities that he was presenting to her, even for just one moment? She couldn’t pass that up.

Just one moment. One moment to bask in the sun.

He had turned away to shift his things away from the couch he’d set her on. If they were in the store, she wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable, and maybe she should think twice before she lifted her sun dress over her head and just dropped it to the side. When he was looking back to her, she swore she saw his eyes darken as they racked down her body, taking her in.. all the artwork, so much of it his.. Her bare form exposed, left in nothing but her bra and underwear..

“Damn, Sweetheart, you are something else.”

Nick had seen almost all of her in one way or another.. Almost all of her tattoos had been done by female artists, for obvious reasons, which he understood, while she loved him, she was a private person with body issues and having the man she was in love with tattoo intimate parts of her body… even just her thigh today was pushing it! Still, looking at her here and now, and seeing her before him, Kaia watched the way he took her in and she couldn’t even imagine what was going through that talented mind of his.

“Nick…”

Breathless as she watched him stand up, he was lifting his shirt over his head, next came his belt, and his pants and boxers were falling around his ankles leaving him in nothing, completely nothing. She unclipped her bar from her back and tossed the cage for her breasts aside happily, not that she had much to her curves, it always made her a bit self conscious actually, but when she went to slide her underwear down her legs,

“Don’t.”

Kaia looked up to Nicholas, his soft voice commanding as he moved to kneel on the couch. Moving over her, his hand running up her legs, bare, without his gloves this time, leaving her to shiver in an entirely different type of anticipation. Nick had always had a way about him, quiet, unassuming, but whenever he spoke to her, she couldn’t help but listen, and so everything he told her to do, like a zing running down her

“Let me Sweetheart.”

His fingers hooked at the lacy material to the sides of her hips, of course, she’d worn one of her best pairs, why wouldn’t she when she knew that he was at least going to catch a flash of them at some point today. The last thing she was going to do was wear a pair of granny panties to a tattoo appointment with the man she’d swear she’d been in love with since middle school! Sliding the material of her lingerie down her legs, ignoring the stickiness left from the stencil transfer, she didn’t care, the tattoo was so far from her mind, all she cared about was this man, and his hands, where every inch of his skin was in contact of hers as he leaned over her and turning his head pressing a kiss to her clean inner thigh, earning him a soft whimper slipping from her lips.He was going to kill her before the night was out. He was.

“Nicholas.”

There it was, he’d wanted her to say his name like that again, and he’d gotten it, only the breathy moan was slightly louder this time, pleading with him for a little more, and she watched as his lips curled into a smile as he pressed another kiss a little higher along her thigh.. And the next.. Until he was spreading her thighs and his tongue was pressing deep into her pussy, and she was gasping loudly in surprise as he was feasting on her like a man starved.

“Oh fuck, Nick!”

Never in her life would she have thought that today would have her ended up here, would she have thought that the latest in a long line of tattoos from her friend, one of her best friends.. Even if she barely saw him anymore, that never changed for her, would she have thought that just another tattoo would have his tongue licking deep inside her. Moaning out his name, reaching for his hair as he his lips found her clit, sucking as she tugged and his man bun was spiralling undone so her fingers could thread into his hair.

When two of those gifted fingers that she’d seen work his guitar slid into her body, playing her instead, curling inside of her, cried out in pleasure, her fingers tugging harshly at his hair as she fell over the edge into the abyss, clenching around his fingers as she orgasmed. Shaking, he didn’t stop though, he kept going, until she had to push him away with a whimper, his mouth and chin glistening a little with her cum, fuck, he looked divine like that.. But god..

“I’m not done with you yet Sweetheart.”

Oh, god, she hoped not.

Looking at him, her eyes flickering down his body, he was slim, and gorgeous, and his cock was jutting out and hard.. But she saw him pause.. Considering what came next as she sat up a little, he knees cradling his hips there in front of him..

“I’m safe.. Nick, I-”

“I know.. So am I, but I don’t have any-”

“We don’t need one.”

They’d talked so often, Kaia knew that Nicholas didn’t sleep around with fans all the time on the road, he’d rather hang out with his friends, crew and the band on the buses while on tour than find random chicks along the tour route while they were away. Sure she knew he dated over the years, neither of them had been celibate, but she was certainly single now, had been for months. Last date she’d heard about for him, she didn’t even want to think about. She honestly didn’t care, and the thought of feeling him inside of her, watching as he stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head to smear the pre-cum over and her breath caught, he was so fucking beautiful all over..

“Look at me Sweetheart.”

Her eyes flew up to meet his, and that soft knowing smile on his lips, she’d been caught watching him, her cheeks flaming..

“I want to see your eyes as I feel you for the first time.”

First time, fuck.. The gasped that escaped her had nothing to do with the way he was dragging the head of his cock along her slit and over her clit drawing a soft whimper out of her, and everything to do with the thought of this being the first time and not a one time. Reeling him press into her, as his hips hitched forward, pushing into her warmth, wrapped in her heat, and fuck, the moan that he pulled from her when he was completely inside of her. His hands hooked her thighs around his hips as he rolled them forward so he was flush with hers, skin to skin.

Kaia’s hand that wasn’t still greedily fisted in his hand, she was not giving up those lock dammit, they were all that was keeping her grounded right now, was wrapped around his back as his whole body was pressed against her. His lips claimed hers in a kiss that she swore felt like he was trying to steal the oxygen from her lungs.

Then he started moving.

That first thrust and she had to tear her lips from his, arching under him with the force of the thrust and fucking crying out with the pure pleasure, god, Nick, had always been quiet. Even now he was demanding anything, he wasn’t loud, he wasn’t commanding, but he had her completely enthralled and at his mercy. Each thrust of his hips and she was shuddering in pleasure as, reaching between them, those talented fingers reaching between them for her clit and rubbing,

“You going to cum for me Sweetheart, cum all over my cock like a Good Girl?”

His voice was so soft, so gentle with the request in them, wanting so badly to please him, so badly to please Nick.. How he did that to her she didn’t know. One second she had been on the verge of screaming out in pleasure, and the next she was whimpering and nodding, his brow pressed to hers..

“Yes, yes, I’ll be your Good Girl, please.”

Lips curving in that smile,

“That’s my girl, go on, cum.”

As his fingers rubbed harder at her clit, even if he hadn’t said it, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to hold back anyway, as her thighs started to shake, clenching around his cock, moaning as she fell over the edge, cumming apart as he groaned.. Nick thrust into her a bit harder then, fucking her through it, it, pushing her to the limit, and letting her take her pleasure until he was filling her with his own, fuck, feeling his warmth inside of her was something else.. And she didn’t think she could go back. First time. He’d said, first time.

Lifting her head she brought her lips in a kiss that was a little desperate, she’d admit it.. She wanted this to be the first time, the first of so many to come..

As the kiss broke though, and their bodies stilled, laying there in each other’s arms, hearts racing, breathless wrapped up on a very too small couch for two grown adults..

“What now?”

Kaia has to ask. She’d never dared ventured to any subject close to this before, not with Nick, not about anything that could do with them, but she’d also never dared to sleep with her best friend before, this was a day for firsts, and if she was going to get her heart broken, she wanted it to be done now before she got her hopes up too high.

“Well I know it’s a bit backwards Sweetheart, but maybe we could try dinner, a date might be nice next?”

She shook her head, right, and he was being obtuse, as if going on a date was so simple and going to solve everything.

“Nick! You’ll be going home.. Back to LA.. you have the band.. More tours, more music.. Who knows if you’ll meet other girls…”

The last part came out oh so softly. It was always her fear, always that ache in her heart, that the day would come that he’d meet someone else, someone that he’d sound so smitten by that she’d just know. Kaia would know that she’d lost him. Then again, she worried every time Noah told him he was out on a date, it felt like the bottom of her stomach dropped out. Sometimes she swore Noah knew, with how quiet he got on the other end of the line, but he didn’t say anything, he’d just quickly change the topic and they’d start talking about the latest anime, or game he was playing, music they were listening to, just to distract her a bit until she more herself. She was grateful for that.

Right now, she was pulled from her thoughts of those moments, those girls, but a a press Nick’s lips, his eyes searching hers,

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

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aheathen-conceivably · 26 days ago

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Jo when her actions have consequences: 😨 - lgl

LOLLLL what has your girl done, LGL?!

Luckily for Jo they’re currently just ~emotional consequences~. Unluckily for Jo, she’s even worse at handling those than tangible problems. That would require her to deal with the real nasty strain of avoidance in her AND be vulnerable with the people she loves. Come on, ain’t no way. Because there’s no immediate threat, right?

Gio doesn’t know (or if he does he hasn’t said a damn thing). Val is probably just going to write it off like maybe she read Jo wrong, and Jo is absolutely telling herself that she got in her own head and Val wasn’t trying to hit on her at all. She’s going to take her ass on the road, try to throw it to the wind, and convince herself she’ll be fine and dandy when she gets back. Because like what is she going to do? Leave the man she realized she loves after she started a little oopsie emotional affair when he pissed her off? Tell him?? Confront Val??? No chance in hell. She’ll ignore it, hope the problem goes away on its own, keep her distance from Val, shut the lid on those thoughts real tight, and love bomb the hell out of Gio even more. Hey, there’s been worse plans in this story I guess (don’t tell Jo about the loan comes to mind…)

All’s well that ends well, maybe? 🫣

#smh our girl is a mess #I believe the saying is don’t play with fire kids #apparently you catch the feels and get burned #who gave their girlboss EMOTIONS #damn watcher amirite #Nonny reacts #gif warning #thoughts and prayers for Antoine about to get in a car with his emotionally distraught sister for weeks RIP

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exceptionalcameo · 2 months ago

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18. After that 'okay' : Game mode activated. The performance she puts on when Jen and Billy show up; that's Wandavision level Agatha...putting on a show. I am mean and evil and campy.

19.side note. Jens shortened dress so cute on her.

20. Back to square one indeed

21.lol she so deserved to eat shit like that though lol

22.hehehheheh oops no more powers for you. So mad lol

23. Aww poor Jen

24. The way i laughed when they came out of those body bags...

25. "Don't steal her struggle." Lollll Agatha...

26. "no place like home" another Wizard of Oz drop 👌

27. Jennnnnnnn <3 growthh bbyyy (sidenote that pardohnn? XD)

27. Agathaaaaaaa bitchhhh lol 'oops'

but the fact that Jenn didn't know meant it wasn't their original beef : I STILL WANNA KNOW WHAT WENT DOWN BETWEEN THEM

Also jdjdhsj ma'am Jen is having an emotional moment could you not right now...we -collectively- were not prepared..i mean you do this shit all the time but WE ARE NEVER EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH THE WAY YOU SAY SHIT

28. Pink. Not blue magic...like the colour of the road before the first trial...like BILLYS magic...and weirdly enough like Agatha's original coven's magic.

29. The way I hoped so hard Lilia would be saved when Jen disappeared because getting what you were missing meant you could leave the road...I know this was HER death but...I want more Lilia damn it

30."I wouldnt." - definitely lying "I wont." - ehhhh MAYBE...

31. Agatha Harkness Teacher time yayyyy

32. Of course she knows how many people die each minute lol

33."No Billy" comforting air because he can no longer hear her. 'Sometimes boys die' comforting herself because she can't get power if he's gone and so she can't leave the road unless she passes a made up trial on a road that doesnt exist by growing something in a place with no soil or water. And she isn't ready. She never will be. And she's alone.

34. Never enough. Never enough power. Never enough time.

35. Also was hoping Lilia saw the saving move because she was around to help : alas

36. Awww look at her learning from her coven(shame she didn't have them earlier -or in the next episode rather. They would have been exactly what she needed to maybe save Nicky. The irony that she kept seeking out coven after coven just to kill what could have saved him )

37. Lol that they can't get through a single fight without flirting..

38. Their touching heart to heart goodbye was so sweet and moving lol until SELF SERVING remember? Gotcha! Love her lol

39.sooo could they never kiss before? Or was there some kind of read between them where Agatha just had to agree to do it without words but in /intention/ which is kind of just it's own whole thing with magic.

Because if they couldn't kiss without Agatha dying....then Agatha going in for a kiss back on the road after Rio confessed her regret at hurting her.......!!!! That would mean she was ready to go. Ready to join Rio in death UNTIL Rio confirmed the boy wasn't Nicky but was Billy instead. Or maybe just until Rio kicked up old hurt and reminded Agatha she'd have to face Nicky in death but either way....she was so close, finally, to saying ENOUGH. Ooohoohoohoo

40. Despite the Nicky reminder...I do believe she did it as a calculated attempt to cheat the system. Because she knew Billy had the power, like Wanda, to make something from nothing...to bring people back from the dead...and he did it better without even realizing how he did it or that he did it.

41. Did Agatha decay like that because she was so old or (and I'm banking on this one) did Rio, The Green Witch of the cycle of life and decay, make a marker for her wife...a grave of natural beauty and decay for the keeper of her heart.

42. This poor fucker lol. Been through it...and back to Eastview and the Kaplans. What even did he tell them? The truth?

43. In a room full of reminders...oh SHIT. SHE TOLD HIM IN THE BEGINNING. And sending him away...she never planned to kill him : the others, sure. But never him.

44. Back to Teen: realizing it was his fault they died..that he killed his coven same as Agatha. And then this bitch is back as a GHOST LOL OF COURSE SHE IS

43. Loving the grey

(Don't think I'll have time to do the second episode tonight/morning : as it is w9rk is gunna be roughhh lol)

#aaa spoilers #agatha all along #exceptionalcameo:author #exceptionalcameo:baddest.bitch.on.this.continent

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lieblingspulli · 2 years ago

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Bread Baby: SKZ

W.C: 3.5k

Leeknow x Reader

Summary: Based on some prompts ‘This was a stupid plan,’ ‘this is stupid. And kind of fun.’

A.N: Bro, I’ve had this Wip on my laptop since I wrote Up All Night. She’s FINISHED lollll. I hope y’all like soft lino. Enjoy!

Masterlist!

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This whole idea sounded like a mess to Leeknow. Baking bread? At home? No, not on his watch. You guys lived across the street from the bakery for god's sake! Your idea was a disaster waiting to happen. Leeknow carefully held your hand and didn’t want to say no to your pleading eyes.

You had come up with the idea a couple hours ago and merely suggested it when Leeknow got home from work. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“I’m back Honey!” Leeknow shouted. You got excited and nearly dropped your tea in anticipation while getting up and running to him. “Babyyyyy!” Leeknow suspiciously looked up from hooking his bag up in the corridor. You wanted something. He wanted to say no already.

“Hi honey.” He kissed your head gently and wrapped his arms around you. You happily obliged and whispered, “I missed you today.”

“Babe, I saw you this morning. We had breakfast together.” He laughed and let go of you to take off his jacket. You pouted. He was always so smug about things. Always sarcastic about things, but you loved it.

“Do you want some lunch? I was just having a sandwich with the new bread we got.” You sweetly said and watched him take off his watch. Leeknow didn’t seem phased by it and just nodded, “Sure. Thanks babe,” before walking to the room to change. Alright, step one in motion. You hurriedly ran to make your boyfriend a sandwich before he came out of the bedroom. The anticipation of asking made you rush even more.

Just as Leeknow sat to sit down, he noticed you were already sitting and just staring at him. He eyed you suspiciously before taking a bite. What were you up to? The sandwich was delicious, though, and it distracted him too much.

You blurted out, “How’s the bread?”

Leeknow stopped mid bite and stared at you.

“Good?”

“Anything special about it?”

“Um.” Leeknow hesitated, was this a trick question? A trap? He nodded. “It tastes good?” Leeknow said with his mouth full. You smiled.

“I helped make it! Do you like it?” You smiled even wider and waited for a response. Oh great, Leeknow thought. This was leading somewhere wasn’t it?

“Of course babe. It’s delicious.” Another bite down the hatch.

You continued watching him and it just made him uncomfortable.

“Did you already eat something before I got here?” Leeknow asked a bit uneasily. He didn’t enjoy you watching him but he also didn’t enjoy hurting your feelings to make you stop. You nodded back and continued. Okay, this was definitely the point at which he had to say something.

“Do you.. Want something?” He carefully asked and studied you suspiciously. You didn’t stop smiling.

“Actually-”

Oh great, here we go.

“I wanted to suggest a date idea.” You leaned forward on your hands. Leeknow nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“Okay, what did you want to do?” He asked and took his last bite.

“So, you know how my friend works at the bakery across the street?”

“Yea, the one you went to college with right?”

“Yep! So, yesterday, while you were at work, she invited me to learn how to make bread. And that’s how this beautiful loaf was born! She helped me.”

“Oh really?” Leeknow raised an eyebrow and leaned forward to pay attention.

“Yep.” You popped your p.

“Okay, so the date?”

“Oh yea, so, as I was saying. After doing that, I thought we could try making bread together! At home!” You said like a little kid. Leeknow slowly nodded with wide eyes.

“Oh.”

“What? You don’t like it?” You deflated. Oh no. Leeknow had to think of something quick.

“What? No, I just think..” He carefully contemplated his words. He hesitated when you gave him those doe eyes. Damn. “Well, I’ve never done it before and you’re hardly an expert. I mean you did it once, and it came out wonderful but,” he stumbled a bit with his words before continuing, “I just think it’s a bad idea. We live across the street from a bakery! I’ll let you pick something from there instead of doing all that work!” Leeknow smiled at the end. Your smile fell. He assumed you didn’t like that.

“But I think it’ll be fun! And I get to spend quality time with you,” You pouted. “I really wanted to try it with you.” You frowned deeper. He reached out to hold your hand and you obliged, although a bit upset. Leeknow’s heart melted and he felt bad for even suggesting to say no.

“Ughhhhh, okay. When you put it like that. Let’s bake some bread.” Leeknow sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. You squealed in excitement and got up to kiss his face. Leeknow squirmed in your hands and you laughed.

“Yay! Thanks baby, you won’t regret it. We’ll be parents to the best and softest loaf of bread ever!” You jumped and ran to the kitchen list to start writing down ingredients that you needed to get.

“Ughhh, but there’s a bakery right there!” Leeknow pointed out the window. He thought it was a pretty stupid idea, but he didn’t need to tell you that.

“This is a stupid idea,” he muttered to himself.

“What’s that?” You shouted from the kitchen.

“Nothing honey!”

He let you do whatever at this point, he just couldn’t hold his ground anymore. He sighed. So much for the macho image he had built. The grip you had on his heart was strong as hell. You squealed again from the kitchen and he just pictured the mess that would ensue in that same room you were in. He didn’t like messes. He didn’t like inconveniences. Hell, no one should like inconveniences. But again, he didn’t have to admit that to you.

A day later, Leeknow was being dragged through the grocery store by you. He still held his ground that it was a bad idea but he let you do whatever you want anyway. With a pen in his hand a some regret in the other, he pushed the cart and followed you through the aisles. You held the list firmly and studied the descriptions of each ingredient, determined to get only the best.

“Babe, isn’t that excessive? You’ve been looking at flour for ten minutes.” Leeknow grumbled and leaned against the cart a bit more. Your head whipped up and you looked at him like he was dumb. Maybe he was, he didn’t know at this point. What was the difference between bread flour and the other brand of bread flour? He didn’t need to know.

“Babeeee, I have to get the better one. It's like, the most important part!” You lectured him. He just grumbled something about this taking too long. He should have brought Changbin along or something, he was the last one to walk out of the recording studio with Leeknow afterall. He should have asked. He should have just said no to this whole thing. Damn.

You finished inspecting and plopped the flour into the basket. Leeknow looked lost in thought with a frown on his face. You giggled and rubbed his arm, surprising him out of his thoughts.

“You done?” He said. You rolled your eyes. What a baby.

“Oh come on. This’ll be fun, I promise.” You said and sweetly looped your arm through his. He gave you a frown and just kissed your head before continuing in the direction you pointed in. He’d just have to bear it. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he sighed. This can’t be so bad right? At least he was spending time with you, watching you be happy. That’s all that matters, Leeknow thought. Just my baby.

You knew he secretly loved doing things with you. That piece of knowledge almost went in the trash as you stood next to him, staring at all the ingredients laid before you. You could just feel the unease radiating off your boyfriend as you set the last stick of butter in front of you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Leeknow said and stared at the bowl of flour. You clapped your hands and jumped.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” You hurried to the bedroom where you had left the aprons you bought for this special occasion. You held them up as you entered the kitchen. Leeknow groaned.

“Are those-”

“They’re matching! Look!” You smiled widely and he blushed before grabbing one and putting it on. His ears were red in embarrassment. You reached out to tie it for him.

“It looks so good on you honey.” You whispered in his ear and he blushed even more. You loved to tease him.

“Yea? Well- it looks good on you too.” He said with a shy smile. You kissed his lips and he melted into your kiss. What a big sap. You knew he loved it.

“Thanks baby.” You whispered. You left a hand lingering on his chest for a few seconds before turning to bring the recipe out. Leeknow was left thoroughly flustered and not knowing what to do with the empty space you left in front of him. He huffed in annoyance that you had such a grip on him.

Leeknow studied your movements as you set up the first step of the recipe. He wasn’t inclined to help you out with simple tasks but he did hold when he was told to hold and he did mix when he was told to mix. Yea, there were a few slip ups and spills here and there, but it was step one. There were a lot of steps. Leeknow kept his eyes on you and watched your focused face. He sighed for the millionth time today. He couldn’t believe he canceled dinner with his friends to bake bread.

It only took about ten minutes to come to the outcome he had most expected. There was flour everywhere (including his hair but he didn’t know that), your apron was covered in stuff and you had egg smear on your cheek. Leeknow giggled and pointed at your hair.

“What?”

“Babe you got something on your hair.” He laughed and pointed.

“Don’t laugh!” You cried in frustration. This recipe was a little harder without your professional baker friend. At least you had Leeknow to egg you on.

“What? You look like a cloud with all that dust making your hair white. It’s funny.” He laughed and kissed your cheek. You huffed and tried to wipe it from your hair, but only made it worse. He laughed harder.

“I told you, it’s one big mess!” Leeknow cackled and tried to calm down.

“Yah! I’m trying my best!” You pouted and tried to mix the rock hard lump of dough in front of you. “This is hard.” You were on the verge of tears. Leeknow noticed right away.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay! Look. Your bread just needs a little more milk and it’ll get soft again. You’re doing great.” He comforted you and hugged you from behind. You wiped your tear with your forearm, careful not to smudge flour on your face too. He put his chin on your shoulder.

“See? It’s fine. It’s just bread.” He smiled and tried to comfort you with words. You felt better with him being cooperative. You knew he would always be with you but sometimes when things got hard, you needed comforting Minho, not ridiculing Minho. “Thanks Minho.” You choked out a laugh.

“Yooo, let’s not use the government name shall we?” He moved to be at your side and face you. You smiled at him. “I prefer honey if anything else fails, okay? Minho is reserved for my angry Y/n.” He smiled and held your doughy hands. You sniffled and nodded. “Okay honey.”

“There we go. That’s my girl.” He grinned. You pushed his shoulder. “You’re so stupid.” He feigned offense.

“Aw come on, I’m making bread with you aren’t I?” He kissed your hand, making you giggle.

“You got something on your lips there Min.” He jokingly looked startled and his mouth made an O. “Well, I guess my Y/n is gonna have to help me with that!” He leaned closer to you and stared at your lips. You smirked and leaned in before wiping his mouth with your thumb. He pouted.

“Yah, I meant with a kiss you dummy.” He frowned and you laughed. “I know, you big baby! Come here.”

“No, my baby doesn’t wanna kiss me. I’m gonna have to get revenge.” He crossed his arms and scooted towards the flour bowl.

“Oh yea? What are you gonna do?” You placed your hands on your hips and waited. He slowly walked backwards and grabbed a handful of flour, as if you weren’t watching his every move.

“Lee Minho- if you even think about-”

Leeknow paused with a fist full of flour in the air. He stared at you and you stared back. A couple seconds of silence went by. As soon as you opened your mouth to speak, chaos ensued.

Flour went everywhere. It was in crevices you didn’t even think of reaching. Of course, you would deal with these consequences later, but for now, you were too busy defending yourself to stop it. Leeknow launched the first fistful at your hair. You felt the powdery stuff go everywhere.

“Oh my god- Lee Minho.” You stood in shock for a minute before leeknow emptied his hands of flour on top of you. You lunged for the bowl behind him. Unfortunately, Leeknow grabbed you by the waist as you lunged and you only succeeded in tipping the bowl. Half the flour went flying.

“Leeknow!”

“Y/n!” Leeknow mocked you. You smacked his back, startling him enough to let you go.

“Hey! That’s cheating-” You grabbed two handfuls and dumped powder on his head. He froze and slowly spinned around.

You cheekily stared, wide eyed, and laughed. Your laughing became maniac like as he chased you around, but he slightly slipped on floor flour and hit the floor. You hid behind the other side of the island. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed another fistful of flour, intending to launch it, but was met with one of your own catapults.

“What! I fell!” He pouted and grabbed some more. You ran behind him and threw some flour down his shirt.

“You started it- HEY” You giggled and Leeknow caught you behind him. With you in one arm, he stuffed flour down your own shirt and let you wriggle around in it. How cruel. You laughed as he tickled you, but then you tickled his soft spot and he immediately dropped you. You ran to grab a spoon. He grabbed one back and raised it to defend himself.

“Okay, you got me. Truce?” He slowly eyed you and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of you, flour in your hair, ears, eyelashes. It was everywhere.

You giggled at how white your boyfriend’s hair was. “White hair suits you, you know.” You laughed, dropped the spoon on the counter and held your stomach, unable to keep in the laughter. He laughed with you and dropped his spoon too. The kitchen had flour everywhere, but you didn’t care. It was fun.

Leeknow hugged you, full of flour and all. “You’re so stupid, but at least you are my stupid.”

“Gee, thanks Minho.”

“My pleasure.”

You smacked him lightly and looked up to cup his flour covered cheeks.

“Shall we put our bread baby in to bake?”

“Hold on, you still care about that?”

“Lee Minho, I did not just get covered in flour to not bake one loaf of bread.” You looked at him with challenging eyes.

He nodded in defeat and mumbled, “Fair enough.”

You let go and carefully grabbed the bread pan to inspect it. Thankfully, the flour fight didn’t reach the pan. You opened the oven and threw her in with a prayer. Leeknow watched you, leaning against the counter looking all smug. Leeknow was thinking of how hot you looked in a matching apron and flour all over you. He didn’t think you could get any cuter, but you did. He smiled. God, since when was making bread so fun?

You leaned back, admired your hardwork and turned to face your helper.

“Now, we wait.” You said definitively. He nodded and reached for you. “Shall we take a shower together?” Leeknow wriggled his eyebrows. This guy. You rolled your eyes and kissed his flour covered lips. “Yea, help me clean up first though?” He groaned. “If I must.” He made it sound like a punishment, but really, he loved to help you.

Within the next hour, you both managed to at least throw everything in the sink and wipe down the counters. The dishes would be for later. Shower time was much less eventful as the flour fight, but still included some teasing and mock fighting. Leeknow thoroughly enjoyed just being with you.

After you settled, changed into a fresh pair of clothes and pulled the bread out of the oven, Leeknow helped you set the reveal by bringing out a bread knife and a cutting board. You carefully took the bread from it’s cooling corner and tested the warmth of the pan.

“Don’t burn yourself,” Leeknow said on instinct. You smiled and nodded. You flipped it and the loaf popped right out. Leeknow stopped it from rolling off the counter.

“Phew, that was close. Good thing my baby was fast enough to catch it.” You giggled and his ears got red. “Yea, well, I don’t wanna waste all that work.” He mumbled and placed it upright. You felt him wrap his arms around you from the side as you got to work, slicing it into perfectly spaced bread slices.

“Wow, look babe.” You whispered in wonder. You and Leeknow had made this bread yourself. You were so proud of it. Leeknow watched you and was enamored by your passion for this tiny loaf of bread.

“Mmhm.” He could barely answer, too distracted by your red cheeks and sparkling eyes.

“Baby, look, we can try it.” You said. You grabbed a piece and ripped it in half, one for you and the other for him. He took it and waited for you to count down.

“One, two, three.” You plopped a piece in your mouth and chewed. Leeknow took a bite and chewed exactly like you. For a few moments, you both chewed. And chewed some more. And a little more. He stared at you and you turned to him, making eye contact.

“Well, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.” You whispered. He nodded, trying to be supportive.

“It’s good.” Leeknow firmly said.

“Leeknow, I said it wasn’t as bad, not that it’s good.” You huffed and finished your piece. Leeknow nodded solemnly and continued chewing to show his solidarity. You leaned on him and sighed. All that for a below average loaf of bread. You had to admit, you were kind of disappointed. A little more than kind of. You were really disappointed. You stood in silence until Leeknow squeezed you in his arms.

“Jagi, it was good! It was a dumb idea, but we still had fun, right?” He kissed your head and you nodded, not wanting to speak.

“Oh come on, we both had fun and now we are proud parents to a bread baby. Aren’t you proud we put hard labor into this baby?” He held you firmly and shook you a bit, trying to cheer you up.

“Min, you make it sound like we had a baby.” You choked out a laugh and faced him. He could only just stare at your glassy eyes hopelessly.

“I mean it. You worked so hard to make it. I know you were so happy to do it. I’m proud of you Jagi.” He smiled and kissed your forehead. “It’s a beautiful bread baby. Kinda looks like you too.” You snorted and shook your head, leaning back into his chest.

“It’s the color of your hair.”

“Yah, I beg to differ. Just cuz I’m the dad doesn’t mean he took after me.” He laughed and rubbed your back. You sniffed and held him tight.

“He sorta did though.” You said, your voice muffled by Leeknow’s shirt. He continued to rub your back.

“He came out great and I love him. I love you.” Leeknow whispered in your hair. You nodded and leaned up to kiss him, feeling thoroughly comforted by his words. “I love you too. Now I can say you’re my baby daddy.” You laughed.

“Woahhh, let’s wait for that title, yeah?” He snickered and kissed you again, and firmer this time. “I would love to be your baby daddy to a loaf of bread only, please.” He said between kisses. You hummed into his kiss and scratched his back.

“Okayyy, baby daddy.” You snickered and he scoffed.

“Hey! I’m not ready for that yet!”

#SKZ #Straykids #Straykids x reader #Straykids x you #Leeknow #Lee Minho #Lino #Bangchan #Changbin #Hyunjin #Felix #Jisung #Seungmin #Jeongin #I.n.#Lovestay #you make stray kids stay

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yuukei-yikes · 2 years ago

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i’m so curious to hear more about how the haruka and shintaro relationship develops post str. bc like there’s konoha and also the mess with shinaya and shintaro and takanes messed up dynamic and i just read your thing about how takane and shintaros friendship plays out and like… i’m so curious how or if haruka and shintaro ever get back to a good place and like how much do they even interact outside the quartet and can they even have a relationship separate from takane

YEAHYEAHYEAH WOOOO WOOOO guess what. this one also got too long💗 whatever. deal with it

i think haruka and shintaro are rly quick to go back to their old dynamic!!! but erm. ok here's the thing.

SORRY TO GET ALL ANNOYING ABT THIS AGAIN i answered this in an ask a few weeks ago BUT i am gonna repeat. it pisses me off SOOOOO MUCH that shintaro is totally normal to haruka and just a dickhead to ayano&takane. i accidentally went on a rant abt the misogynistic writing in shintaro/in general lollll and i might do it again💗 i will do it again. sorry, because when it comes to haruka & shintaro's dynamic this is SO difficult for me to get past i just can't do it so HERE I GO AGAIN:

because it pisses me off too that haruka just doesn't say anything. i WILL get to ur question i will get to haruka&shintaro post str about the whole shinaya and codependent shintaka shitshow but i need u to hear me out for a second first. YES I KNOW IM REPEATING MYSELF WHATEVER

so i know haruka not saying anything and doing stuff like Lying to takane abt hanging out with shintaro bc he knows she hates him etcetc is rather like. haruka's like theyre both my friends i hate they can't get along :( and i know its written this way because writer doesn't see the issue in question in the first place. like i said i hate how takane is always put at the level of shintaro as if she isn't defending herself. ayano just lets shintaro walk all over her + haruka is either oblivious or too spineless to say anything and takane's fighting for her life LOL like she's not stupid she knows why shintaro is a dick to her. and like damn takane was SO nice to shintaro when she first meets him and shintaro is the one to start their shitty dynamic in the hs days because he decided he hated her right off the bat without even knowing who she was. he just stood in a 2 or 3 hour line to whine abt ohh u think ur such a big shot because all these ppl think ur cool and the funny thing is that takane AT NO POINT EVER thinks this and is the total opposite, she was crying her eyes out the whole day at being exposed and having all these people here. shintaro didnt know shit. like truly what is the reason he did this other than AUUGGHH GIRLS DONT PLAY VIDEOGAMES😡😡😡 HES SO RIDICULOUS Like if he had been mean to haruka too later, I'd let it pass it'd be like ok yeah ig shintaro's wholeheartedly just a fucking asshole and who knows what his fucking problem is but LITERALLY IN THE SAME HOUR shintaro's like haruka i can teach you how to play videogames and be ur best friend lets kiss on the mouth like girl. again gay not only bc i like men but bc i hate women👍or whatever. hs shintaro i fucking hate you youre SO annoying. there is NO OTHER REASON for the treatment💗 and takane sees it and ayano & haruka either see it and dont say anything or are oblivious. ayano bc she's too awooga over shintaro and haruka because (cracks knuckles) care for internalized misogyny. sorry i know he's better than this but lollllll. either haruka is oblivious which HE IS NOT because haruka is a dumbass but in his pov he shows again and again how perceptive he is to the ppl around him. he's just a fucking spineless loser. he doesn't say anything to shintaro because then maybe shintaro will think he's lame. maybe he did say something to shintaro and shintaro was like erm whatever dude lol and haruka's like haha. yeah forget i said anything lol(sweating) but haruka isnt stupid enough not to consider why shintaro is just a dickhead to takane for no reason. sorry seriously what on earth was going thru jin's mind to write shintaro and takane's meeting like THAT 😭😭😭

yes i know theyre fictional characters and this is one of those things i could truly just ignore because it is the fault of the writer not of the, again, FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, and i do this with many things in kagepro but HERE specifically. i can't bring myself to ignore it and i dont wanna. idk, it just bothers me lol because it's an entire dynamic. you're telling me shintaro and takane had that relationship for a over a year at school and haruka just watched the whole time and didnt say anything??? he still went to be buddies with shintaro when he walked in and said all that awful shit to takane first meeting?? yeah girl im holding him accountable (as a character)idgaf. LOL!!! again erm. reminder this is written. im mad abt the sexist writing not The characters who are not real people ok? ok.

sorry maybe im butthurt because im afab🤨and reading this kinda thing is like.i wanna throw up and i get all intense. but imagine being in takane's place and ur guy friend who u think is good is like. just letting the misogynistic asshole in the friend group say shit because its not directly affecting him and ur like wow. ok then. hehe takane getting mad at haruka for always being like aw guys dont fight like she's not defending herself LOLLLL ok sorry ill stopill stop.

.........getting to the actual question. clearly i have my thoughts abt their dynamic. i think.. sorry, i just can't get past shintaro&takane's relationship in general to be able to think abt haruka&shintaro's. when i read ur ask i was like well ofc they have a relationship separate of takane!!! they're bestest friends!!! BUT... when i really think abt it... maybe not LMAOO like yeah maybe im just super like 💗💗takane💗💗 and hate the misogyny too much. and i think shintaro and ene/takane's relationship is SO titular to kagerou project that its impossible for me to ignore it??

i think generally in post str since shintaro is glued at the hip with takane who in return is also glued at the hip to haruka ofc it's never just Them two alone and takane is in fact in the middle. haruka loves hanging out with shintaro though and he loves him!! he loves when he's around he loves hanging out!! he's also excited abt shintaro and takane being besties bc at first he's like YES DREAM TEAM💥💥💥(PERCEIVES THE HORRORS) WAIT A SECOND..

i think since haruka is the one slowly talking to takane abt their codependency and etc he slowly grows to sort of. be annoyed?? at some of shintaro's behavior. because haruka tries talking to him about it the same he talks about it to takane! but while takane's all like "ummm nahhh whaaa no way ermm (holds head) OK MAYBE..." shintaro's like U THINK IM GONNA STEAL UR GIRLFRIEND UR SO FUNNY LOOOOOL and haruka's like 😐THATS NOT WHAT IM SAYING.

but like with ayano, haruka is kind of scary to shintaro. not as much as ayano, bc with her there's the whole thing abt yaki and stuff but haruka is also like. WOW he's alive huh. and also, again, shintaro is sorta pissed off at harutaka as a whole LOL 1. he's kinda down bad for both of them 2. is INSANELY jealous of their healthy & communicative & non destructive relationship in contrast to whatever the fuck he's doing with ayano. LOL!! from shintaro's perspective (subconsciously i cant stress it enough. all the shit he's doing he's rly not. on the loop(LOOL!!!)about the fact he is doing it he's rly not doing it on purpose) its comforting to know that bc of their codependency(that hes also in denial about) takane is as distanced from haruka as he is from ayano, like both their relationships suffer for it so it HAS to be normal right??

so when haruka approaches him abt it shintaro is kind of annoyed. subconsciously. at first he's like ohhh yeah of course you wanna spend time alone with ur girlfriend lol sorry man get some 👍 and haruka's like well that's not the only thing?? it's not so much about me as it is about you and takane bc this is clearly a rly bad dynamic for u guys and i think ur kind of enabling her fears and takane is really overdue in facing her reality and its not helping her to cling on u like this

actually, i think haruka is able to articulate it better to shintaro than to takane bc with takane he's terrified she'll dump him over it. because he is very worried specifically about her mental state and how she's using shintaro as a means to STILL not face her problems and the fact she is alive. but if he were to say this to her face takane would. yeah she'd freak out a lil bit so while he still does it little by little, he thinks talking directly to shintaro should be ok right!! he'll understand where he's coming from, because takane was and is dedicating her existence to shintaro for a sense of purpose while shintaro...what's shintaro's problem, haruka wonders. he acts annoyed but still stays by her. obviously he's just used to her. but it's not as extreme as it is with takane since she's DEDICATED so maybe he will hear him out!

DEAD WRONG shintaro keeps talking like omg haruka ur being just like ayano lmaooo all jealous over me and takane u guys are so funny. shintaro's so delighted he's like THANK GOD ayano and i are normal then, haruka is doing the same as her!! but haruka insists its really not so much abt jealousy at all he's just genuinely worried for both shintaro & takane. and probably grows a little annoyed over shintaro's insistence of him being jealous and refusing to listen LOL haruka: u and takane share a while understandable, deeply destructive relationship u cope mindlessly with... shintaro: u just wanna make out with her and ur mad im around :3

i think haruka even trusts shintaro with why he's telling him all this and why he struggles talking abt it to takane. so shintaro is VERY aware of haruka's delicate self worth and yeah takane too but shintaro also knows in detail abt haruka struggling to feel good enough for her and all that shit. and he feels kinda good abt it LOL shintaro's like... he kinda feels like he can have haruka under control like this. SUBCONSCIOUSLY OF COURSE AGAIN shintaro isnt a manipulative mastermind he's just GOING THRU IT.

basically haruka and shintaro do kinda have their old dynamic but now there's all this stuff abt takane. shintaro specifically keeps trying to default to their old dynamic but that's difficult bc haruka is REALLY living the moment while shintaro is still stuck in all these emotions pulling him back. so of course haruka's eq freaks him out a bit. and again pisses him the hell off that haruka and takane seem so good together while he's fighting for his life with ayano.

so when shintaro is at his wits end and hits on takane (anyone reading this out of context to my other post the anon is referring to, im sorry) it REALLY crashes down. ofc i talked abt takane's side bc that's what it was about but only briefly abt haruka. i think. i think haruka is overdue sending shintaro to hell too. from being such an asshole to both ayano and takane in highschool all the way to his fucked up relationships with both even now post str. i think that's also a nice way for haruka to step up and stop being so spineless. srry i keep calling him this but its such a perfect word to describe him. haruka is so self conscious abt everything his self confidence is so nonexistent and that holds him back from everything but i think the same way everyone is breaking by now he also has his Moment.

like haruka KNOWS shintaro is dealing with a lot. of course he knows. so haruka isnt mean about it, he doesnt yell at him about it like takane does. i think haruka just kinda. grimaces and says he's really disappointed in him. and shintaro's like GOD ID RATHER YOU PUNCH ME IN THE FACE but haruka is just silent and thats so so so much worse. shintaro keeps begging him to just punch him and haruka's like why?? and shintaro's like cuz im ur bro and i hit on ur girl :((((( and haruka's like OHHH MY GOD. DO U EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON RN DO U HEAR HOW DEMEANING IT IS TO REDUCE IT TO JUST THAT?? ITS NOT HS CRUSH STUFF.... UR DESTROYING ALL UR RELATIONSHIPS MY MAN. shintaro's like a.

so hes like WELL...IM JUST...SORRY... LIKE I WASNT THINKING... and haruka's like apologize to TAKANE not ONLY me!! apologize to ayano!!where are THEIR apologies!! what's the matter with you!! i know ur hurting but ALL OF US are, why do u get a pass to act this way!! just stop!!!!

haruka doesn't say much else but i think only that is enough to send shintaro spiraling down + all the other stuff. he's like speedrunning destroying all his relationships its so funny honestly. and i think haruka is the one to point it out to him. he says he HAS been telling him and didnt listen and he's driven it to a point where even he needs a break from him and doesnt really wanna see him rn. shintaro's like 😐meltdown style. haruka's like Closes door on ur face cutely💗

sorry i kinda talked abt so much other stuff here but yeah. 💗👍

#ask tag #headcanons #ayashin divorce

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nani-nonny · 1 year ago

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Seeing the Summary makes me giffy especially father-son moment.

Seeing CJ crying makes me go 'Don't hold back, cry! Cry damn it!!', like he suffered a lot, he deserves to be a child.

Seeing how Draxum just couldn't stand it's either because of CJ or he had reached that point of old age!🤣

Seeing April with bat made me go 'Boss girl!!' And it's sad they can't beat him up... Yet.

SEEING PEEPAW PUNCHING OLD GOAT MALE WIFE MADE ME HAPPY AND LAUGHING AGAHAHA!! EVEN HIS BROTHERS WANTS MORE OF THIS BLOOD BATH XDDD

When future April said she's jumping off the ride i was like 'WAIT SHE'S JOINING THE REST?!?!?' Am giddy, the leonardo hotel has one more guest!

WAIT SPLINTER LOST TGE SCROLL IN TOILET?!?! DAMN THAT TOILET TOOK EVERYTHING!!?

Hearing future April's first sentence made me SCREAM!! APRIL!!!!💛💛💛

When purple said party he was CORRECT!! OH MY GOD I CAN'T STOP STIMMING FROM EXCITEMENT AND HAPPINESS FOR LEONARDO AND EVERYONE!!! ❤🧡💛💙💜

" spaghetti and meatballs " SPLINTER MY DUDE AHAHAHA!! WHY THAT?!?! 🤣

" balled up around his energy.” i imagined the brothers and April dancing, playing DJ and Donnie doing fortnite dance XDD

GIYOD8YIYY DONNIE AND THE REST STILL UP FOR THE " am the dad " CALENDAR?!?!

" Draxum, what exactly did you do while I was planning the different ways to get you back for the pain you made me endure? " GOLD 🏆

Man I LOVE HOW THE BROTHERS ARE COMMENTING ON EVERYTHING!! THEY'RE LIKE... 3 MINI ME XD

Even in death Donnie won't admit he's wrong xD totally me 🥲

When draxum said he's getting old my brain though he did something like takin a piece out of him and putting it in, AND HE DID!! OH DRAXUM AM SO SORRY!!

Awww he rushed away because he's embarrassed!! Soft old barry!!

When Leo felt warm inside i thought 'Congratulations! Now you have a body heater, use it in winter!'😂 and i love how everyone just cut Donnie off. “They’re parasites?” HE DID NOT JUST SAID THAT!! ADHD GOES HARD IN THIS ONE.

Finally " *giddy stimming* We’re getting family shenanigans next chapter!! " LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO NANI!!!!!

Aaaahhh I DIDN'T FEEL THIS MUCH EXCITEMENT IN LONG TIME, DON'T GET ME WRONG I LOVE AND DEVOUR EVERY FIC YOU WRITE BUT THIS MAKES ME GO CRAZY!!!! ❤🧡💛💙💜

Oh, Casey’s definitely going to act like a child, we already saw a bit of it in this chapter with the young turtles hehe

And lollll future splinter had lost the scroll down the drains and never bothered to look for it but I believe present!Splinter still has it somewhere in all the moving boxes

Purple looking at F!Leo’s core expecting this:

But got this /j:

My heart is melting from how much you enjoyed this chapter!!!! <3333 it was difficult to write out but I’m glad it came out right

And I completely understand that this chapter is more your style, it’s more family fluff than I’m used to writing lol

#whispers of distant souls #nani nonny answers #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #future leo au #future leo returns to the past with casey au #rottmnt future leo #happy stimming from the comments #it took a hot minute to get to the family fluff arc lol #and I just noticed we’re about to surpass DMD’s word length #spookyyyy~

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wench-and-jezebel · 2 years ago

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Dark Angel Reaction: The Kidz are Aiight

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Oh god😕ew [What a way to start]

LINTLICKER!!! ITS BEEN A WHILE

JEEZ

Seee this is the part where he seems to not care. Like oh I love them …. But I’ll also let them die to find the others

[btw um. Remember how I've mentioned the whole. PsyOps thing. That I've mentioned. Occasionally. because... this is PsyOps.] OH SHIT not the laser to the eyeeeee!?!? Blech

Is this a different Zach? Like a recast? [No, I don't think. He's just. Ragged] He looks different 🤣

Is this real or is he losing it? Or is this part of what they’re doing? [Do you really think I'm gonna tell you that? :)] Rude

Ah, I see

Ew, creepy smile

[I like her pants]

Ma’am. That. Doesn’t seem… Sanitary.

WAIT! Is this the gif?! [Yes.] ISSS THE GIF! [*sigh* you’ve found another mouse, I see]

This is sweet [This is true! The cane thing was kinda cute too] I KNOWWW 😭😭

[Bruh, the first thing he's gonna have to do with the feeling in his feet is clean the grit from between his toes laksdjf] 🤣🤣🤣 so true

☠️☠️☠️☠️

Again. KENDRA WHYYY

[They both pulling the 80s romcom obsess-over-the-outfit montage] I’m loving this

☠️☠️☠️ the what is what sir

[Oop- leg shaving?!?!?! Damn] 🤣🤣🤣 [Things are serious]

ACK I KNEW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN

["Friendship" Bruh, Logan, you lie] ☠️☠️☠️

Zach ded

WOT? THE TOMBSTONES! THE DISrespect

See this is why I don’t like you Lintlicker

Nope! Ack!

Oh. That- [Digging himself out of the grave went better for him than it did for Dean ngl] That was easier… yeah

Is the dr helping or is this a set up [Nah, I think he was helping?] Okay good [I think we saw him hold Zach's hand earlier] Awwww [I don’t know for sure though]

You know what this means… Dr gonna die

Friends don’t need candles Logan [:)))]

Aww

“So.” Awkwarddddd 🙂

When are we doing another NCIS!?! I need someTony now lollll [asdlkfjasldkfj we can do it soonnnn]

Poor Logan [Getting stood up for incest vibes] Logan: Zach?!? 💕💕

[Y'all, I'm not liking this parallelinggggg]

Oh hello (annoying) Max. I was wondering when you'd show up

Bet Max is thinking “well shit… maybe Logan was right”

[Okay, sorry, but... Acting = 3/10, film staging = 1/10, overall judgement = bad] “Oooooowuwuwuuuwuu” That’s the noises that face makes. Like… Suck it up ☠️☠️☠️ [And did I mention the incest vibes suck] Yea. They do

Yes, let’s get in this cave and scream. Genius

["It's different with you" Ummmm See?!?!?!] Um ["How could I forget-" oh god] Huh. [“-one single thing about you”] Ewwwww

– – –

Jezebel: *sigh* Aight, let’s see… We got another not much has happened yet episode. Except I met PsyOp, or however it’s spelled

Wench: PsyOps. And it's a department, not a person alksjdflkdsajf

Jezebel: You shush! I know

Wench: But yeah

Jezebel: And the whole laser in the eye is *sigh*

Wench: So recall that I've told you that Alec's been there a good three times :)

Jezebel: Poor doctor guy tho! Like he did not deserve that… just to help the guy in love with his own sister (and maybe her “not boyfriend” too… it’s complicated)

Wench: I'm still not fully certain whether doctor guy was aboveboard btw. I can't remember, sorry. And I wouldn't spoil if I did anyway, so hah!

Jezebel: But alas Max and Logan were being cute and I finally got to see the waterside scene irl 💕💕

Wench: I swear, we're gonna find out later that you've actually watched this entire show through gif form. It's just two seasons of the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme

Jezebel: The “not” date was adorable, but, also, I’m sorry Logan… if that chicken sat in the oven (while it was off) long enough to have cooked fully…. She’s spoiled. Manticore ain’t gonna be able to get Max if she dies from Salmonella

Wench: lkasjdf

Jezebel: And then its all thwarted by pre-Zachinator ‘cause he nneeeeedsss Max

Wench: Ugh. Like... it'd be different (maybe) if they were in different units, but, as it is. No. She and Zach are too fraternal to be anything but incestuous. It's about the vibes and theirs are. nop.

Jezebel: And, of course, anything for Zach. So I got a good heaping taste of the Max I hear so much about

Wench: This is true! You get proof @witchy-writer-lady and I aren't insane!

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Thoughts on their... *cough cough* dynamic?

Jezebel: Yes. EW. And that’s it! That’s the thought.

Wench: And that’s all for midpoint!

– – –

[Once again, btw. WHAT IS IT WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS GETTING TO LOOK DISHEVELED] 🤣🤣🤣 This is fair

The flashback thing tho

[“It’s been a long time since I let my guard down long enough to sleep” Buddy, you slept for two seconds wtf you mean]

Sooo i thought he was just a physical therapist [I think he is?] Oh. He sometimes seems to be more [alksjdf idk for sure, sorry]

Also, buddy has horrible timing

[Poor Logan, competing with his brother-in-law for romantic attentions... betcha he never expected to have to deal with that]

The cane looming in the background like the serial killer, scary music and all

Twassss a set up

[Real subtle there, undercover guy] Yeah, lol… Like y’all know they’re senses are heightened

The doctor’s alive! You dog!

[Y'all. Why are you sending Ordinaries after two transgenics alsdkjf They're begging to get their asses kicked] 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[Zach looking over at Logan like "shit, he's got his legs back; now I've got no chance!"] Zach’s like oh hello [Oh, shit, "no chance" with which one?!!? Askdjf] 🤣🤣 [See, normally, I’d make a joke about “Logan has two hands” but the incest is keeping me from being able to] ☠️☠️☠️ True. Solution: Alec’s gonna come and he’s gonna be like… Welp, I’ve run out of hands… sorry, Zach.

☠️☠️ [The bitchiness is a family trait]

Poor Logan [I knowwww. But at least she apologized this time]

[Oh, no, not Normal's excessive patriotism showing up already] ☠️☠️☠️ He called him a weenie

Sir, you don’t get to call them your kids, you bastaddd. Lintlicker!

[Um, I'm sorry, that does not qualify as hair that looks "like she hasn't cut it since we escaped" aslkdfj] 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Very true [I swear that looked, like. Shoulder-length] Maybe it grows slow

[Okay, a little past shoulder length, but still. Not nine years or whatever]

Does she die? [Not answeringgggg]

Lintlicker’s Angels over here

Long gaze

[I find it kinda funny that her s2 mantra is "don't lose track of your family because I did and I regretted it ever since" and yet she legit Does Not Stay With Them despite many opportunities to do so] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Your “kids”

[Be concerned about this committee btw. And about who this "she" is] Ooooof [They're not talking about executing the order]

[Um. "She looks just like I remembered" BITCH WOT. Y'ALL WERE NINE]

That. Was. *sigh* Really adorable [I knowwwww]

[She's kinda clueless missing that tbh. Thought she was a supersoldier with keen senses alkdsjf] Right [How tf are you missing this] Like… Ma’am [THE VEIN IN HIS FACE IS HIGHLY VISIBLE] *sigh*

Oooooop let me go talk in circles [Not the monologues aksdjf] On the skyscraper

[“Maybe it’s something in the way I’m made or something” IT'S NOT IN THE WAY YOU'RE MADE, MA'AM, IT'S YOU! YOU SUCK] 🤣🤣🤣🤣

– – –

Jezebel: The ending had less happen then the beginning. Minus the rescue, but like… We should have met the sister way sooner. That was so rushed. Like oooop here’s a new sibling! Who you shall see for .05 secs! Then she’s off to Canada!

Wench: Accurate assessment

Jezebel: But poor Logan

Wench: You're starting to see the Big Drama btw

Jezebel: Back to candle lit transfusions

Wench: Nom: dinner-I mean, what?

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Also, Max looking so annoyed at him was so funny. Like, ma'am, he is literally holding onto the counter for dear life to stay upright. And you're bitchy about him not letting you stay for salad.

Jezebel: I KNOW! And like after the cute little see for yourself, why would he just switch up like that??? Ma’am. How can you be so genetically enhanced. And so stupid. At the same time?

Wench: And it's not even answering nature vs nurture because they "nurtured" the observant side of her but clearly that paid zero dividends lakdsjf

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Max legit just goes: yeah, no, nature and nurture have got nothing on my particular brand of sheer stupidity #girlpower

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣 I just don’t understand

Wench: You haven't even met Alec yet *sigh* He puts her so far to shame. ALSO. To be fair! s2 has a whole host of different transgenics and they're literally all better than Max. Joshua is amazing, Mole is great, and BIGGS. I love Biggs. He's in one episode but he and Alec have chef's kiss camaraderie.

Jezebel: Also! For my final point of the reaction: that is not how you look at your sister. And done!

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e13 #the kidz are aiight #max guevara #logan cale #jezebel (pr)

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I just now realized my drunk self saved this to my drafts instead of reblogging it the other night lollll!

He looked at you, tilting his head. His mind was a million miles away, but somehow – it was the closest you had ever been to him. “I can’t promise I’ll be perfect,” he murmured. There was a pause while the weight of his considerations hung in the air. “But for you, I would do anything in my power. You know that, don’t you?” I really love it when writers paint the clearest of pictures with the fewest words. Like, I can see him, in this moment, his lovely green eyes, he's looking right at us. The entire story has led up to this moment. Very beautifully written.

‘Damn you and your heavy breathing, Rogers’ Thor chided behind the peeling wood. … “How very dare you,” Thor boomed. “The God of Thunder does not sneak.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Steve snapped. Dude I swear this whole scene got a hearty laugh out of meeee haha!!

Thor released a grimacing smile. He patted Steve on the back. “Perhaps now is not the time,” he muttered as covertly as a fart in an elevator.

I NEED more of these two in the future LMAO You smirked as Loki’s inaudible laughter pulsed against your back. You’d missed this.- IM A MESS I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH! Loki purred, zipping his brother’s jacket up over his mouth. The way you wrote Thor and Loki's relationship was absolutely everything. Truly one of my favorite things about this fic. Aside from Loki's emotional arc the dynamic between these two was perfect. Tiny Intermission Here: it hadn’t occurred to me before what a Fiat 500 looks like, I just never knew, and the results have me rolling!! Are you kidding me!! LMAOOO 🤣

I knew it would be a small car but finally "putting a face to a name" is really cracking me up He didn’t want to think anymore. Not today. - YEAAAAAHHH LETS GOOO IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO AHHHH

She is everything. I'm emotional. ~ *My friends proceed to drag me out of the house to go out and drink until 2am* ~

ok! Back to our reggularly scheduled program >:3

“It’s always been you” sndnndjdjsjnsndjdjdnsjndjsjd stoppppppp🥺🥺🥺

“Loki Laufeyson turned to writhing slut-drunk pleasure beneath your touch.”

Her stare widened.

Shit. Me in bed rn looking at the invisible camer: 🫢 “I always was,” he whispered lovingly against the skin. And you believed him.

Harvest: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (7) Fresh off Loki's revelation, its time to save Colin Robertson. Oh...and some other things too, I guess. Warnings: Minors DNI. Ex-Loki (?) Language. Mild angst. Plans and smug rehashing of plans. Soft smut. Domestic fluff. Sassy Satchel. (w/c 6.2k) Recommended Folklore Track: Invisible String

Despite protestations, Steve had set up a perimeter and concocted a list of bird-themed call-signs. He walked thirty meters ahead of you and Loki.

Every ten paces, the captain spun in a shifty circle and beckoned you on. “Oh, for goodness sake,” Loki grumbled as he re-hoisted a limp Colin Robertson across his shoulders. The man was drooling on him.

Thor brought up the rear of the rudimentary formation, ambling at the back with his hands in his pockets. The hat was still drawn low over his brow. “He feels awful,” you muttered. “As he should,” Loki said stiffly. “Thanks to him, this mortal finds himself at the mercy of another of his cunning plans. A perilous state indeed.” “You care,” you mumbled with a gentle smile. Loki narrowed his eyes playfully. “I shall have to dial it back a little, lest I become soft.” “Not much chance of that,” you whispered to yourself. Out the corner of your eye, you saw Loki smile.

From ahead, Steve released a strangled caw.

“What one’s that?” Loki drawled. The tap of Colin’s dead-weight hand sounded against his back with every step.

You frowned, looking around. “People? Aircraft? I can’t remember.” “The car.” Loki said flatly, pointing to a bright blue blob in the distance. From behind them, a crunch of running footsteps approached. “Almost time for the commencement of the plan, brother.” “It’s a terrible plan.” Loki snipped. Thor rolled his eyes. “Ye of little faith,” he rumbled confidently. Ten minutes later, the five of you hung in various stages inside and outside the Fiat 500. Rogers had pushed the front seat as far forward as it would go, climbing in to the back. Loki was positioned already behind the passenger side, crammed against the wall. “Just put him in the trunk,” Loki chided for the fourth time. “Oh pish, Laufeyson” Steve snapped. “The man could have a spinal injury.” Loki threw up his hands in resignation.

You leant against the bonnet, one of Colin’s arms draped over your shoulder. The other hung around Thor. The man drooped between you like a scarecrow. “Places,” Steve announced confidently before his face lowered and he sidestepped into the Fiat backseat. All you heard were huffs from Loki as Rogers shuffled into the middle. It was going to be tight. You and Thor moved forwards, ignoring the sad drag of Colin’s walking boots on the dirt track. With a little manoeuvring, the hiker was deposited in the back seat. His face smooshed against the window, faint clouds of condensation forming on the glass.

“God, I wish I had my phone.” you murmured to Thor as you drank in the absurd sight. Loki was staring pointedly out the window, shoulders scrunched to take up as little space as possible. Rogers face had flushed, hoiking the unconscious man further on his side.

Thor chuckled, gripping the open door. He leant towards you conspiratorially. “Gird thy loins, sister” he hummed. You grimaced. The passenger seat was as far forward as it could go, with Thor’s knees drawn up to his chest.

You sighed as you slid into the drivers side. The muscled pressure of Loki’s legs protruded through the back of your seat. You cleared your throat, fiddling with the radio. “You do realise, that if the police stop us then we’re up shit-” “-crud,” Steve cut. “-crud creek without a paddle?” Loki snorted with genuine laughter. You bit your lip, realising that just maybe everything was going to be alright. And not just for Colin. “Onward!” Thor boomed. Everyone groaned, covering their ears.

You drove cautiously through winding one track lanes. The hedgerows were in full autumnal blossom now. Gold and burnt orange foliage simmered in speckled sunlight. In the back seat, Colin was stirring. “We don’t have much time,” Steve’s worried voice chimed. He stroked Colin’s cheek. “It’s alright, pal. We’ll get ya where you’re going.” In the rear-view mirror, you saw Loki throw him an incredulous scowl.

“Ye Olde Fighting Cocks,” Thor read as the swinging pub sign grew closer. He laughed to himself, slapping his knee and almost hitting his face on the rebound. “Just like us, brother.” In the back seat, Loki scoffed. “Let’s just get this over with,” he muttered. You pulled into the carpark. It was busier than you would like. “Okay, just like we talked about,” Steve started. “Thor – you commandeer a table outside. Away from any hubbub. Agent, you’re on drinks duty. Loki and I will position Mr Robertson and get the heck outta there.” Everyone mumbled agreement. It wasn’t perfect, but it was visible. And it beat leaving him on a hillside. Thor pulled his hat down, stuffing errant strands of sandy hair inside. He produced a pair of chunky sunglasses from the glovebox.

“Avengers…” he began with gravitas.

“Don’t.” Steve snapped.

As it transpired, the only hubbub in the beer-garden was an old man stubbing out a cigarette by the entrance. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Thor’s bobble hat poked over the hedge. You quickly made yourself scarce, walking inside the tavern and collecting as many glasses as you could covertly carry.

Sidling between tables of chattering locals, you squinted out a passing window. Thor was leaning awkwardly against a picnic bench. You saw a flash of movement in the bushes behind him as Steve and Loki emerged, shuffling forward in a squat position. Colin dragged between them. They hoisted him to sit at the table, flipping his legs over the bench. He slumped forwards. The last thing you saw was Thor attempting to prop a fist under his chin. He failed Sliding out the front door, you made your way quickly over to the scene and plopped seven glasses on the surface. “Let’s go,” you said. “Where is the ale?” Thor said, face falling. “We’re not staying, buffoon” Loki scathed as the four of you made your way quickly back to the car. “That defeats the entire purpose.” Thor pouted all the way home.

You had walked ahead from the driveway to the cottage door with your heart in your mouth. It had been a tense ride.

All you could hear behind you was Loki’s hushed overtones requesting privacy from the others.

Noting the tremble in your hands, you unlocked and walked inside. Keep it together, you chided as you slipped into the kitchen and sat at the table, fidgeting. The front door opened. It closed with a creak and a thunk. You tried to steady your breaths as Loki hung up his jacket before rounding the corner, smoothing his hair while he looked at the floor. Suddenly your fingernails became very interesting.

His towering figure occupied your periphery, hovering before he sat in the opposite chair. Looking up, your eyes met his. You offered a weak smile. Loki cleared his throat.

The chair leg squeaked. "I want to be myself. My core self. The one that swells in my roots, I suppose you would say." he said abruptly. The words were quick and cold. "That's what I was attempting to convey... back on the hill."

He seemed nervous. You didn't think you'd ever seen Loki nervous. It made you nervous. He cleared his throat again, features softening. “What I have come to realise” he continued carefully, brushing crumbs from the tablecloth, “is that being with you...I often felt like that boy at the cabin.” He looked at you, tilting his head. His mind was a million miles away, but somehow – it was the closest you had ever been to him. “Except I didn’t know what it was,” he continued wistfully.

“I felt safe. Free. It felt...strange. I fought against it, with my arrogance and my selfishness. Like a dog in a trap, I fought against it with the only tools I had.” You looked down at your hands again, heart sinking. “A trap?”

Loki sighed. “I cannot pertain to the logic. Only my feelings. It was self-preservation. Or so I thought.” “It sounds like self-sabotage to me,” you murmured gently, pressing your thumb into your palm. “Yes.” was all Loki said.

After a few moments he stood.

You braced as he took a step forwards, sinking slowly to sit on his haunches. Your gaze swung to his thighs, thick and straining against the creases of his trousers. “I can’t promise I’ll be perfect,” he murmured. There was a pause while the weight of his considerations hung in the air. “But for you, I would do anything in my power. You know that, don’t you?” Tears began to prick your eyes. You swallowed, words coming out as a tremble. “I never wanted you to be perfect, Loki. I only wanted to feel like we were equals.” Loki slipped his fingers into your open palm. “I know that feeling,” he crooned sadly, drawing your hand down. He stroked the skin, looking at it like it might evaporate in his hold.

A gentle press of his lips warmed your wrist. “Am I being presumptuous that you might consider a fresh start between us?” he said tentatively, raising his gaze to meet yours through a dark fan of lashes. “As your ‘girlfriend’?” you questioned. A smile twitched. Was this really happening? Your heart was thundering. “No, Madam” Loki scoffed playfully. “My consort of course.” Your smile grew wider. Loki pursed his lips, brows rising in expectation as he ran his nervous stare over your features. You bit your lip, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But there was none. And somehow, you knew there wouldn’t be.

The hand not being held by his slid up the curve of his jaw. You lowered, pausing by his parted lips. The god’s breath hitched.

“Loki,” you pleaded, no more than a whisper.

His name held weight when you said it like that.

In an instant, Loki closed the space between you, his mouth fastening to yours with a gasp.

Without breaking the kiss he rose, pulling you with him.

His hands cupped your face, fingertips pressing into your hair while his tongue cautiously caressed against your own. It was pure fire, twisting and scorching the path of troubles behind you.

Your knees caught against the chair as he tried to walk you backwards, making you both stumble.

He broke, panting. “Apologies,” he muttered, catching his breath as his large hand centred on your back.

You looped your arms around his neck, memorising the look of abject relief in his eyes. Kissing him softly, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth. Loki’s eyes narrowed, a subconscious thrust of his hips against your stomach making your vision blur. “We should probably let them in now,” you said ruefully, glancing sideways to the closed door. “I was hoping you couldn’t hear them,” Loki sighed. ‘Damn you and your heavy breathing, Rogers’ Thor chided behind the peeling wood. Loki reached for the handle, a quick turn and release causing Steve and his brother to sprawl forwards face-first to the linoleum.

Rogers sat up quickly, brushing himself down as his guilty eyes swung between you. “It was his idea,” he said as he nodded to Thor. “How very dare you,” Thor boomed. “The God of Thunder does not sneak.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Steve snapped.

The two of them stood, awkwardly picking at their clothes. Around the same time, their eyes fell on the space between you and Loki. Thor’s arm shot out, the back of his hand slapping against Steve’s chest.

Their gazes widened in sync. “Holding...hands?” Thor gasped. He and Steve gaped at one another. Suddenly the entire kitchen became a hive of screeches as the two men grasped on to the others biceps, jumping in a circle.

You started to laugh, hearing Loki’s embarrassed chuckle beside you. “Why are they so happy?” you murmured to him. Loki shook his head. “My brother had a cunning plan, you see” he said as he raised your interlinked fingers with a knowing smile. “Hold up,” Steve interjected. His serious face was back. “I gotta take some credit considering it was my idea, Odinson.”

Thor laughed mirthlessly, throwing his head back with a shake of his hair. “I think not, Rogers. If anything your contributions were the seasoning.” “Seasoning?”” Steve balked. “It was my idea to get them up here in the first place.” Thor released a grimacing smile. He patted Steve on the back. “Perhaps now is not the time,” he muttered as covertly as a fart in an elevator.

You yelped as Loki sat at the dining table, pulling you onto his lap. “No, I think now is most definitely the time” he purred as he linked his fingers around your stomach. You’d forgotten how solid his thighs were. Almost. Steve’s cheeks flushed. “Well, uh…you see, it started way back when uh-” “-Well,” Thor interrupted. “Apologies, Rogers – but the tale requires gravitas.” Steve rolled his eyes, as the god continued. “Around two months ago when your incessant moods had reached peak insufferability, I invoked Rogers aid in a minor detail of the piece-”

“-I bought this place,” Steve butted sharply. “Well, Stark did.” You and Loki looked at each other, frowning. “We figured you guys needed to get away somewhere neutral. Something official to force your hand. Back to basics, somewhere Laufeyson could be pushed out of his comfort zone with a range of activities he felt were-” “-Beneath you, brother” Thor quipped smugly. “And in tandem with my cunning plan, it was fool-proof.”

The two of them folded their arms, their facial expressions hinting that they had explained everything. “Yes? And?” Loki probed lazily. The breath from his words flooded your ear, lips ghosting the shell. You wondered if he was listening. He placed an absent-minded kiss at the tip of your cheekbone, nuzzling gently. “From there it was quite simple, really- for a fellow like myself” Thor postured, looping his thumbs through his belt.

Loki rolled his eyes as his brother’s smug voice boomed around the kitchen. “One of the many times you fell asleep on my sofa after a night of ale and moaning about blowing it with this one” Thor thumbed to you; “you were mumbling about the cabin.” “I was?” Loki asked. Thor nodded. “And it made me ponder what you were like back then. The same, but different. Not as much of a little shit. I thought it was time you needed a more targeted reminder – for all our sakes. In a place like this, a place like the cabin. Kind of.”

You felt Loki inhale sharply, priming a barb. But he let it go. You felt the tension melt against your back as his hands clasped tighter in your lap. “Oh brother, I thought you’d really arsed it up with that stunt on our second evening” Thor chuckled, nudging Steve in the ribs.

“But your denial was rather a boon, Agent. A catalyst which timed well with Rogers and myself's light exploration of his foils earlier that night. Commendations, sister, for resisting my brother’s seductions. His cock is a wily adversary, I am sure.” You smirked as Loki’s inaudible laughter pulsed against your back. You’d missed this. “Tell them about the fire,” Steve whispered shyly. Thor’s eyes lit up.

“Ah, well...Rogers here had the rather genius idea of luring you both to the fireside. Nothing fans the flames like...well, flames. My brother has always been a lush for elemental theatrics.” Steve beamed with pride while your eyebrows rose. “And destroying my room and all my stuff was…?” The question lingered as Thor shuffled awkwardly. “Collateral damage, sister. We needed you out of that bedroom. I may have slightly overdone it.” “We thought you were ready,” Steve added. “I signalled with the flashlight when I thought the ol’ heart-to-heart had done the business and then…”

He and Thor nodded sagely to each other. “So were the two of you like...monitoring us?” you asked, glancing at Loki who was blushing faintly. “Of course!” Thor boomed. “The two of you were the true field operation. Well, in a roundabout sort of way.” Loki burrowed his face in the curve of your neck, a smile spreading against the skin. “What about the two of you?” Loki purred, resting his chin on your shoulder. “All smoke and mirrors like the rest?” Thor flapped his hand in the air as Steve bristled. “You need not know the details, brother.” he blustered. “What matters in that you stayed in that room. With her.” Steve’s face was a deep shade of crimson. “It had to be realistic,” he muttered, scuffing his shoe on the floor. “We got ya!” he added weakly. “So is what he’s saying...true?” you asked Loki. “Did it work?” Loki chuckled, bouncing one leg as he considered his answer. You jiggled, gripping his bicep for balance. He shot the men standing shoulder-to-shoulder above him a sharp glare.

“From the wreckage of my brother’s tenuous plot I did scavenge a solitary golden thread of wisdom, yes.” Thor released one of his arms from the fold, pointing a fist to the captain. Steve shook it. “I owe you ten bucks, Odinson” he said ruefully. “You owe me more than that, Rogers.” Thor winked. Steve cast an anxious glance to you and Loki, acknowledging your bemused smiles with a curt nod. He cleared his throat. “Time for us to make tracks,” he said.

You frowned. “But Steve, we have like... two more days here.” Thor laughed, doubling over. Rogers shook his head. “You have two more days here. We are going to the spa.” “The spa?” Loki spat incredulously. “Without me?!”

Thor shrugged. “If you wish to join Rogers and I for an ‘erbal wrap and sauna privileges you are most welcome to brother.” He tracked his gaze to you, sitting on Loki’s lap. “But something tells me you’d rather stay here,” he added softly.

Loki’s face burrowed into your neck again, nose grazing your collarbone. “Quite,” he murmured. It was meant only for you. In the following twenty minutes the blondes made quick work of packing their belongings. You helped Thor locate his various nick-knacks, strewn clothes and hair mousses; passing each of them in turn as he leant his bodyweight on a second suitcase.

The captain’s bags were stacked neatly in the corner. He was frowning at the tower. “I feel like I’m forgetting something,” he murmured, stroking his chin.

“The crisper,” you said, trying not to laugh. Steve’s cheeks flushed as your eyes fell involuntarily to his butt. “Been enjoying the freedom, Cap?” you giggled, tossing another bottle to Thor.

When the last suitcase had been stuffed into the beleaguered Fiat, the blondes returned inside. You and Loki had stood at the doorway of the cottage, watching them. It was meditative. Winding curls of burnt orange ivy rustled in the air. There was no rush.

You turned your face, brushing your cheek against the wool of Loki’s jumper. He rested his chin on your head.

As they approached, you pulled away from the god and let your fingers trail longingly over his stomach as you sank back to the hallway. Loki winked, a small smile flirting at his lip. The warmth flooding your skin could be magic, you were sure. But something told you it wasn’t.

Thor tugged the sides of his jacket. “I take it this highly successful endeavour means that you will be of more pleasant humour to everyone then,” he chuckled.

“Regrettably, for the foreseeable future I shall be targeting my efforts of self-improvement to our darling Agent, here.” Loki purred, zipping his brother’s jacket up over his mouth. “I’m sure you understand it’s a process.” “Just consider me your spiritual Sherpa, brother-” Thor continued un-phased against the muffler. “And Rogers too, to a lesser extent.” “The day I consider that, is the day I may be claimed by the sanatorium, brother” Loki smiled dryly.

“So you’re still gonna be a boob to the rest of us? That wasn't part of the deal,” Steve whined, releasing a low whistle of discontent. Loki shrugged. “Apologies, gentleman.” he smarmed, resting a hand on each of their shoulders. He tipped forward earnestly. “Although when it comes to mocking you both; I will do my utmost not to pick up the gauntlets of temptation you throw so effortlessly down.” The three of them looked between each other.

“Excellent!” Steve chirped, shuffling sideways between you and Loki. You followed as he rounded the corner to the kitchen. Making immediately for the fridge, the captain un-balled a Tesco carrier bag from his pocket. Leaning against the door-frame, you watched as Captain America gingerly slid open the crisper. His lips pursed, pressing inward. It was all you could do not to fall to the floor. He reached in, carefully picking out each pair of underwear and slipping them into the plastic bag.

“I can see you,” he grit, throwing a knowing look over his shoulder. “And I would appreciate if the events of this trip stayed between the four of us.”

“Come, Rogers!” Thor boomed as he snuck up behind you, drawing you into a bear hug. You thrashed against his chest, before sinking with a relenting sigh into his hold. “Sister,” he whispered gruffly through a smile as Steve bustled past to the car. “I couldn’t be happier for you both.”

Loki gave a final wave as his brother and Rogers drove away down the rickety path. Thor’s hair whipped around his temples, the window fully rolled down and his head sticking out. Loki smiled, chortling softly as he closed the door.

In the kitchen, he could hear mugs clinking.

He straightened the front of his jumper, tucking his hair behind his ears. “Right…” he breathed quietly. Loki paced cautiously into the kitchen, memorising the way the low amber sunlight bathed your skin.

A goddess, he thought. “My goddess,” he said.

You turned, surprise peaking your brows before you smiled. “Hey,” you murmured shyly. It made his stomach flip. Wiping your hands on the dishcloth, you turned. Without stopping to think, Loki strode forward and kissed you.

He didn’t want to think anymore. Not today. His tongue slipped easily between your lips, the only sound the careful wax and wane of delicate skin and the melody of gentle moans. His fingers curled around the counter-lip, caging your body as your hands slid up his sweater, tugging. There was a quiet groan as you pulled away, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you said. There was a look in your eye Loki thought he would never see again. His stomach did another turn. “Oh. Of course,” he muttered politely, standing back. Fingers slid down the chunky knit of his arm, grazing over his hand. They toyed with his own as you began to walk to the door, throwing a seductive glance back over your shoulder. “Come with me?” Loki’s breath hitched. “I’ll be right behind you,” he murmured. He was sure the tremor of his racing heart could be heard in his voice. “I’d prefer face-to-face,” you winked before disappearing into the hall. Loki’s mouth gaped. The god heard the creak of the bathroom door, the thick splash as water hit the tub from on high. It’s happening, he thought; amazed.

In this unfamiliar landscape stripped of all ornament. In the wreckage of his brother’s clumsy attempts at mischief, he had found what his heart had been search for; slipping against walls of his cluttered mind. A second chance. Loki did some quick calculations, finding his feet drawing him already up the stairs. He was certain that you weren’t on birth control, he remembered hushed whispers overheard between you and Wanda months prior. At the time, it had made him very happy indeed. He was even more certain he didn’t wish to enchant you – that was a conversation for a later time.

Nerves fizzed in his stomach as he pushed open the doorway to his brother and Rogers room. Where are they? Loki cursed every creaking footstep as he picked his way around the room, but what he sought was nowhere to be seen. Steve had stripped the bedsheets, leaving them folded in military position at the foot of the bed. The god peered beneath pillows, under the mattresses. He frowned. A minute later, he pushed the door of his own room ajar. And there, on the pillow, was a box.

A yellow post-it note was stuck jauntily to the centre. Loki whipped it up with a flourishing snap, holding it at arms length as he peered down. A gift, it read. Love you Little Brother, Thor :) xx x “I bought them,” Loki grumbled, picking up the box.

It was open.

He pulled out a set, splitting them in two as he released a quaking sigh. Tossing the chosen one on the bed, he slipped the extra back in its home. Nine remained.

We might need to go to that shop again, Loki mused as he picked up the solitary condom on the bed. He held it up to eye-level, thumb pressed against the foil centre as he steadied himself. “Loki?” you cooed from downstairs. Your voice was an angelic echo, misting through tile and steam. He shuddered, cock pulsing against his trousers. He made his way carefully down the steps, memorising the way the wooden banister glided and caught against his skin. If I could live in a memory, Loki pondered as his fingers pressed against the ajar bathroom door, it would be this one.

Rich golden sunlight flooded the room from the tiny window. The ageing white tiles and fittings were perfected in its amber glow, porcelain glinting with an asgardian sheen under nature’s filter. Behind the shower curtain, you were humming; a splatter of water from your wet hair hitting the base. Loki cleared his throat.

Your face appeared, clutching the thin shower curtain by your chest. You were smiling, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Is the beige a permanent feature of your wardrobe now? Because if it is then I may need to rethink this whole thing.”

Loki’s arms crossed immediately, tugging the cable-knit over his head. It caught beneath his ears, the tinkle of your laugh singing against falling water. After a few seconds, the jumper was discarded by his ankles.

The god’s fingers flew to his belt, making quick work of the fastenings and pushing them to his feet. He hopped out of them, standing with a sudden flourish; shoulders rolled back. You looked from the pile on the floor to his eyes, one brow raised. “The old-fashioned way huh? That’s a first.” Loki cocked his chin. He bit his lip, enjoying the track of your gaze rolling hungrily down his naked body. One finger appeared from behind the shower-curtain, beckoning. With a heavy exhale, he stepped over the bath wall.

His cock slapped against his stomach, smacking the taut skin. You stood beneath the shower head, low pressure making it pour thickly to your skull before splitting to rivers down your back and chest. Loki swallowed. Water dripped in languid streams down your arms, trickling lazily through the part of your breasts. A droplet clung to your nipple, dangling as he would his tongue on the curve.

There was a quiet rip as he peeled the top of the foil square he held. Your eyes fell to the work of his hands, smiling as you savoured the journey back to meet his smoulder.

Loki gripped his cock, one slow slick of his fist all that was needed before he rolled the condom from the tip. He moaned, eyes fluttering closed as his grip tightened at the base.

Like a dream Loki found himself looming above you, the flat of his stomach pressed against the slick of your own. In seconds, his wetted body plastered to yours; his mouth swallowing against your open lips, his hands sinking into the glossed plump of your skin. Sighs mingled with steam as he moved you with ease against the tiles, the keening thrusts of your hips matching his own eagerness. Loki groaned as your digits curled around his throbbing cock. You released a dirty moan into his mouth as one finger slid between your folds. A growl bubbled in his throat at the feeling of your silken arousal hot against his fingers. Loki felt everything. The clench of your thighs around his wrist, the tug of his foreskin against your mound through latex, the depth of the longing in your kiss. Everything.

She is everything.

“-Wait,” he choked as he pulled away from the kiss.

Water hit the nape of his neck as he watched fear blossom in your eyes. Sodden tendrils of his hair curled against your collarbone. “Are you sure?” he swallowed. “About me-,” he finished, choking on the words. Your face softened. “It never ended for me, Loki” you whispered, barely audible against the water’s slap. He melted into the fingers sliding up the base of his skull. “It was always you,” he heard you say before pulling his mouth to yours. “It was always you,” he echoed between desperate kisses. Loki sank into old habits he could live with. With one hand steadying your waist, he drew your thigh to sit on his hip. A tremble ran up his spine as you manoeuvred his cock against your heat, the skim of your breath caressing his cheek.

And with a gasp, he pushed inside.

Loki’s hips nudged upwards, savouring the drag of your delicate walls wrapped around his length. It was more than he remembered. Or maybe that was new. But every clench of your sweetness around him, every slow tighten of his ass which rocked him deeper. Every moment burned with glittering with clarity, auburn leaves falling in slow motion. Your arms rested on his shoulders. Wet skin slurped as air pockets burst and kissed together. Water ran down, pooling against hands and lips and foreheads as it looked for any way between your bodies.

His name wisped in the steamed air; chanted from breathy moans and pitched sobs of pleasure. Loki could not recall when he had been happier. Perhaps, he thought, I never have.

But the only utterance he had strength for were broken syllables of your name.

Slowly he took you. Moulded to you. Melted into you. So slowly.

Your hands tangled in his soaking hair as Loki hoisted you higher. His hands slid beneath your ass, taking all the work as you slid back and forth along his length. He would never take the supple give of your skin as his tips sank deeper for granted again.

“Darling,” he sighed wantonly. It was punctuated with a slow roll of his hips.

Your eyes flew open, rolling back as your head tapped back against the tile. He kissed down the exposed length of your neck, slurping against rivulets that paved his path.

Waves of desire undulated in his belly, burning blood-red coals that radiated jolts of pleasure from the root of his cock. It pulsed with each measured clench of his ass.

They timed him perfectly, the stammering, gasping prayers of delight heralding your climax growing louder. Loki buried his face in your neck, softly biting up your throat.

“Darling,” he moaned repeatedly as his own orgasm reared. As if the loving word would disappear down the drain between his searching fingers. The invisible string that tied his heart to yours. It always had. You came with an anguished sob, fingernails digging into the meat of his shoulder-blades. One of Loki’s hands flew to the side, grasping slippery palms against tile before grabbing the curtain.

With the lightest of his tugs, the shower rail cracked. The palm flew above your head, smacking and squeaking down the grubby tiles as Loki felt his who body clench, trembling muscles tightening.

His foot slipped against the tub, the correction thrusting his manhood one final squeeze as he came with a crushing cry of your name. He juddered, the force of his cum filling the condom wrapped snug around his pulsing cock.

Your back began to slip down the wall, legs loosening their grip around his waist; spent. But Loki held you close. There was a dreamy smile on your face as your lashes fluttered, refocusing on him.

“I missed you,” you slurred while your fingers knotted through his hair. Water hit Loki’s back as he pushed you further against the wall with a rapturous kiss, wandering hands massaging the spill of your breasts. “I missed me too,” he breathed bitterly against your cheek. A finger trailed along his jaw, tipping Loki’s chin to face you.

“But I missed you more,” he whispered. And what’s more, Loki found, it was true.

The sun set, and then rose. Hours upon hours had passed, low afternoon sun spilling through the open curtains of Loki’s room. It was too cold to be anywhere else. But not in here.

You had lain tangled in each others arms, fingers grazing on skin between giggles and dozing and long conversations. And sex. Lots of sex.

His inhumanly long legs sprawled open. One lay bent, hanging triangularly over the side of the bed. You lay on your stomach, one hand propped beneath your chin while the other trailed lazily up and down your lover’s torso. His pale skin looked tan in golden sunlight. Loki watched you.

His eyes followed the path of your fingertips, pads dipping into every dent of muscle in their way which tightened and relaxed with each breath. Circling, dancing.

Loki shivered. A jolt of one knee rusted the bedsheet draped across his middle. You smiled, lowering to place a winding path of kisses as you edged the sheet lower. “We really should eat,” Loki murmured, stroking your hair as your lips kissed down his cock. You lingered on a taut vein, teasing your tongue along the pulse. What he meant is that you really should eat, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless. It was the little things. Loki’s sharp inhale as you swallowed the tip made your stomach flip with pride.

His chin was pointed to the ceiling, muscles in his neck straining. Onyx hair flooded the pillow, his gentle cup of the back of your head vibrating with restraint. There was a rustle as the fingers of his free hand gathered the bedsheets in a fist, clenching and unclenching as you began to suck. “After…” he groaned with an attempt at authority.

With his cock stuffed in your mouth, you sidled over his leg, pushing his knees wider as you settled in. Your arms slid under his thighs, wrapping around him.

“After,” he gasped, before Loki Laufeyson turned to writhing slut-drunk pleasure beneath your touch.

On further investigation, it seemed you and Loki were shit outta luck.

The cupboards were bare, and it transpired that the Thor-decimated snacks you had grabbed last night between rabid lovemaking was the last of it. Loki spun, gripping the lip of the counter top. His neck was marred with purple bruises from your enthusiastic affections. They wouldn't last, but they looked so pretty while they did. “Let’s go for dinner somewhere,” he purred. You couldn’t help your snort of laugher. “What?” Loki coyed, pushing himself from the ledge. His hands slipped around your waist, grabbing your ass through the sweatshirt hanging down.

“It’s just...risky” you said, tilting your head. The two of you looked at each other.

You’d meant exposure. But sudden memories of every time you and Loki had gone out to eat flashed through your mind.

Selfies, a baying crowd desperate to touch him, autographs- on paper and skin. His endless adoration, drinking in the attention which fed his superiority complex like an assembly line while you faded from his mind. The Real World reared with the force of a slap.

“It won’t be like that again,” he murmured knowingly, tilting your chin up to face him. He gazed down through half-lidded eyes, frowning with sincerity. But he didn’t believe it. Not fully. And with trepidation, you realised, neither did you.

“Afternoon,” the waitress chirped as she handed you and Loki a menu. You thanked her nervously and pulled your cap down.

All around you was the polite buzz of conversation, local radio playing from a speaker behind the bar. Glass windows looked out onto the lake, endless sprawling water lapping at the shore beneath the window. The sun was beginning to set. Loki glanced upwards with a brief, dazzling smile. The woman’s eyes lingered on him as he ran a finger down the menu. They roamed up his arms, the chunk of cable-knit doing nothing to disguise the muscle beneath. On her gaze went, up the exposed curve of his lovebitten neck to the messy bun of dark hair knotted at base of his cap. Her stare widened.

Shit. You could tell the exact moment she clocked the infamous carve of his cheekbones as he sucked them in thoughtfully.

With a gasp, the waitress rocked back on her heels. “I hope you don’t mind me asking,” she whispered nervously, glancing between the two of you and then over her shoulder. “But are you…” she leant closer, using a menu to shield her face from view. “Loki...from the Avengers?” Loki’s eyes met yours.

The air tingled with her excitement, vibrating unspoken words and exclamations. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment, or sudden lust. Or both. Maybe she writes fanfiction about him, you thought.

And as you looked at him, the realisation of this moment’s importance seemed to blossom in Loki’s eyes. An ache grew in your stomach.

Please, you screamed silently. Begging him. A vein in his temple twitched as he nervously adjusted his feet beneath the table. Despite her attempt at covertness, people were staring. A weak smile fluttered at your lips as the seemingly inevitable turn of events teetered on the precipice. First the pomp, then the ceremony of his public adoration.

It would break the dam. This week was different. But it wasn’t real life. You would sidle off to the shadows, wait and wilt as each and every person took their piece of him that he willingly gave.

As it always was, so it shall be.

Unless- Loki cleared his throat.

“Howay, man!” he balked in a bamboozingly accurate Georgie accent, incredulity feigned to perfection. “But I get it wi' that gadgie aw' the time.” The waitress laughed, fanning herself with a menu. “Oh,” she gasped through an awkward smile. “Well, -” she looked at you with a wink. “You’re a lucky one, miss.” Her footsteps retreated as you stared at the list of dinner options, not seeing a single one. Stunned, you felt Loki’s fingers curl around your hand. It was moist with anxious sweat against the menu.

He dipped his chin down, catching your eyes under the rim of your cap. His were wide and beautiful, the deepest, clearest blue you had ever seen. You felt breaths begin to quicken in your chest, tears of happiness threatening to spill over as his grip tightened. “No,” Loki murmured quietly across the table, the velvet tones of his own voice back in fully laden force. “I’m the lucky one.” Your breath hitched as he brought your knuckles to his lips. He lowered his gaze, pausing before raising it to slowly meet your own.

Sunset warmth cast golden hues against his skin, green speckles in his irises bursting in glittering sparks. He let your curled fingers rest against his mouth.

“I always was,” he whispered lovingly against the skin. And you believed him.

A/N: This series has given me SO much joy and I just want to say thank you to the people who've commented and reblogged your hearts out and just all-in-all love these fools as much as I do. I honestly truly wasn't expecting it. This won't be the last we see of this AU, I have something planned. But for now, I hope the story warmed you like some pumpkin-spice cocoa.

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I was multitasking livestreaming the final (I told my dad before leaving “it's gonna be 3:1 to spain” anywhomst) and trying to contain all my excitement because: we.tl/t-hd0DmMYY3P

1. I brought my mimo pc out of the first time ˙ᵕ˙

2. we vibed tgt to maisie who - can I just say - I've fallen in love with, her set was incredible 🥹🎀

3. I'm laughing at my video of us freaking out over glimpses of skz's foreheads compared to actual fancams from their set- 😭😭 oh but hearing them live for the first time was still so surreal + it's lowkey given me motivation to fight for tour tickets 🫡

the iconic (greek) mythology phase- have you read the song of achilles? it's been a year and I still haven't quite recovered 🤧

and here, have our usual chaotic gyu on a rampage: tinyurl.com/2ym3hvft - I cried laughing at this edit what's wrong with his neck

lastly my ♡ ranking: moonstruck - brought the heat back - highway 1009 - royalty - your eyes only - xo - hundred broken hearts - paranormal. v similar with a little reshuffling w/ bthb bc I cannot get the song (or specifically, jay from their preview) out of my head 🤗 also did I ever mention that I preordered the weverse and engene (jay) ver. of this album (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

omg i am loving this for you, maisie is amazing !! maisie is so special to me bc we're the same age (she's like 10 days older than me lol) and i started listening to her not long after she released official music and it really feels like we've just kinda grown up together. now she gets to open for major artists and put out albums of her own and i'm just so proud :') i'm kinda bummed that i likely won't ever get to hear her sing one of my fav songs of hers (it's called the band and i) if i'm only seeing her open for other artists bc the lyrics are "we are the best damn band that's ever played right here" and she probably can't do that at other people's concerts lmao

mimo in the wild !! i love that heheheh. for rock-star i didn't pull any mimo pc but i got his mini poster 🥹 anywhomst it's wonderful that you got to experience skz in any capacity at all! i feel like that would be more my vibe bc i absolutely cannot do festivals (or floors at concerts) at all bc i am 156cm and i Will be trampled lol. but it really is surreal that you were that close to them. every time anyone is even in my timezone i flip tf out (skz in milan at the same time as seokjin is paris, double kill) !!

gosh the tour. i lowkey freak out on a daily basis thinking about the tour bc i've never bought kpop concert tickets before i know it'll just be a bloodbath. last week my friend convinced me that when the european dates drop and tickets go on sale, i should get vip bc who knows when they'll come back to europe and i might as well splurge @.@ and i am actually considering it akshfksjaf

song of achilles is a priority on my to-read list! i've heard so many good things about it, but tbh i have been absolutely shit at reading books ever since i got back into reading/writing fanfic lollll

he is crazy like he is actually insane. i would love to live in his head for a day lol. i can't wait until you get to To Do ep.72 bc gyu really was the mvp 🤣

i didn't really pay attention to brought the heat back at first but after a few listens, it really shot up my list purely bc of jay's voice in it lol. exciting that you got the albums!! do share what they look like when they arrive 🥹 there's a kpop store (that also sells boba!) here that i sometimes go to and i think they're having an enhypen event all month this month, so i might stop by if i have time hehehhehe i think you can also get a pc if you get a boba :o

#🍙 anon #answered

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ranhaitanisgf · 1 year ago

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Hello, can I have “enemies/rivals to lovers” with Ran where reader “gets sick” and Ran is the only one who is there to take care of her because she lives alone most of the time. While she is delirious she reveals some things that make Ran view her in a different light. And then Ran decided to take her on a date when she feels better. Some angst and fluff afterwards. Thank you!

— ran haitani // enemies/rivals to lovers // getting sick

[𖤐] #guess whose back. back again . HIIII ik i was gone for like two weeks but im backkk neow hallo :D idk why but i made this shi SO LONG so i was getting unmotivated to keep writing this but i did it lollll. hope u enjoy my lovelies xoxo !!

[𖤐] disclaimer ; fem!reader

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ran isn’t sure why he’s even doing this.

he’s been standing in front of your door for closer to twenty minutes now, trying to figure out how the hell he was going explain his purpose in being at your place. he’s not a man to typically think too hard about things; after all, he’s the elder brother of the infamous haitani brothers who rule roppongi, so why would he ever need to think about his interactions with other people? he typically will just do whatever fits his mood, and others will respond to that; that’s how it’s been ever since him and rindou made a name for themselves.

so why was he thinking about this so much?

it was comical to him, the fact that someone like you could be making him question himself so much. ran had found a whole lot of entertainment in teasing you every so often, and would even go so far as to say that you piqued his interest. he always found the expressions you would make were quite cute, and it was even cuter when you would call him your ‘enemy’. he’d even been showing up to school a bit more just to see you, ignoring his brother’s annoyance about it. you were just so interesting.

which is why he began to seek you out when he noticed that you weren’t at school today, going around and asking different classmates if they knew why you were absent. when he’d finally gotten the answer that you were out sick, he’d been a bit disappointed, but he had just decided to move on with his day. he would just come to school and bother you next week, right?

however, he immediately started to think different when he overheard some of your friends talking, whispering about how you lived alone and how they were worried about you taking care of yourself when you’re sick. of course, as soon as ran heard this, he butted in on their conversation, asking for your address and telling them not to worry because ‘he would take care of it’, (they were even more worried after he said this).

and so now he was here, a plastic bag in his hand with various items to give to you. he might not look like it, but he was actually pretty adept at taking care of sick people. before their rise to fame, ran and rindou were just two little kids with parents who were never around, which meant that whenever rindou got sick, ran was the only one around to take care of him, (they were bittersweet memories for him). it’s why he was so confident on the way here; he knew what he was doing.

“you ever gonna ring the damn doorbell?? been sittin’ here for so long my ass is numb.” ran rolled his eyes at his brother's words.

“yeah yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist.” he could hear rindou scoff at his words, but he ignored it, finally pressing his finger against your doorbell. a minute or two went by as he stood there, wondering if you were maybe asleep. just as he was about to ring the doorbell a second time, the door swung open.

“the hell’re you doing here?” you grumbled, shivering a bit at the cool outside air. ran merely laughed at your standoffish tone, holding up the bag in his hand.

“now now, is that any way to greet someone who came to give you dire supplies?”

“i’m sick, not dying. how did you even find my address?”

“i have my ways~” the look on your face changed from somewhat neutral to grossed out, which just made him laugh again. “mind i come in?”

“actually i do- ugh…” ran didn’t wait for your answer before stepping into your house, slipping his shoes off and taking a look around.

“what’re you doing here??” your question pulled him a bit out of his observing, turning to you and seeing the state you were in. he supposed it wasn’t terrible, especially since you could still get out of bed and walk around.

“well of course, i came here to offer my services~” you only sighed at ran’s words, starting up the stairs to get back into bed.

“wow i feel so flattered! you took time out of your oh so busy schedule to come and see me, how will i ever recover!” ran chuckled at your sarcasm, following you into your room. you seemed to give him a pointed glare, but you were too tired to argue with him, so you just got back into bed and pulled your covers up. you sighed once again as you saw ran pull your desk chair up to the side of your bed, sitting himself down and plopping the bag next to him.

there weren’t any words said between the two of you as he started to take things out. the silence in the air was anything but tense; in fact, as much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you felt somewhat comforted by his presence. it was nice to have someone else there with you.

his fingers moved deftly between everything; you had no idea what in the world he was doing, so your eyes drifted up to his face, watching his calm expression and how every so often, he would chew a bit on his bottom lip. there were some strands of hair that had escaped from his two braids, framing his face more than usual. it gave his face a softer look, and made him seem somehow…softer.

“see somethin’ you like?” his lilac gaze shifted towards you, a teasing look in his eyes as you promptly looked away, pulling your covers up a bit more.

“no. i was just thinking about how fuckin’ weird you are.”

“whew, you sure know how to make an impression, (l/n).” he chuckled.

you felt slightly perturbed by how casual and chill he was acting; how was it that he was acting so calm while you felt like screaming and had no idea what to say?

if you weren’t feeling so conflicted, you would have at the very least said something vulgar when ran suddenly grabbed your hand, (why the hell were his hands so soft?). you were suddenly aware of how sweaty and hot your palms were, which merely made them even more sweaty. if he noticed, ran didn’t say anything about it, just carefully dropping two tablets into your palm and handing you a glass of water.

at your questioning gaze, ran merely chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

“if you seriously think that i just handed you some mysterious drugs, then i would say that you’re severely mistaken.” holding up the medicine bottle, ran shook it a bit, the pills inside making a rattling noise.

“hey, i think i have a right to question popping pills from some random dude who just walked into my house.” you muttered, popping the pills into your mouth and taking some gulps of water. “who knows what kind of shady business you’re into, after all.”

“well darling, i would certainly hope that you don’t let random men into your house aside from me~ i would feel terribly wounded if i saw another man walking out of your house.” the feigned expression of hurt on ran’s face made you giggle a little bit, although the small expression from you embarrassingly turned into a fit of coughs.

as your coughs started to settle down, you could’ve sworn that you’d seen a hint of something in ran’s eyes, his brows pulled together slightly. was it concern? worry? you could never quite figure out what he was thinking.

gingerly, ran took the glass of water from your hand and put it on your bedside table, gesturing for you to lay back down. you hadn’t ever thought that you would see ran acting in a way that was gentle, but somehow, seeing this different side of him made you feel like maybe…

“you should get some rest.” the short statement pulled you out of your thoughts, looking back at the boy at your bedside. it was hard to tell whether the heat in your cheeks was due to him or your fever, so you looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’s seeing you this way. never in your wildest imagination had you thought that the first person to care for you when you were sick would ran haitani of all people; after all, hadn’t you considered him somewhat of an enemy?

so why was he being so nice? why was he getting your hopes up?

“you better not tell anybody about this.”

“wasn’t plannin’ on it, sweet cheeks.”

“you seriously can’t tell anybody. not even your brother. nobody’s ever seen me sick before.” ran quirked an eyebrow at this; a silent indicator that he was wanting more of an explanation as to what you just said. you felt a sigh slip through your lips, wondering if you could even tell him something like this.

however, with the concern in his gaze, the fever that was most definitely interfering with your decision making skills, and his stupidly handsome face, you decided to tell him.

“doesn’t this house seem way too big for just one person?”

“...sure.”

“i didn’t just hate you. i hated all delinquents and gangs ‘cause they took people away from me. but i guess you were able to change that for me or somethin’...anyways. you’re stupid for coming here, and if you tell anybody about this i’ll kill you.” you supposed that it doesn’t seem like much of a threat when you’re bedridden with a fever, especially with how you currently look.

you were unsure of how ran would react to what you had just told him, and the silence between the two of you made you regret it every passing second.

“just forget i said anything, and please leave-?!” before you could finish your sentence, ran’s hand rested gently against your forehead, his hands gloveless for once in his life. there was a pensive look in his eyes, his facial expression rather serious as he toyed with locks of your hair, tenderly brushing them away from your face.

although you were taken aback at first, you slowly started to relax under his gentle touch. your fever was clouding your mind significantly, as you would never ever allow this under normal circumstances.

you supposed it was okay for now though.

“eek!”

“didn’t i tell you to hold on tight?”

“i-i am!!”

“hold on tighter then~!” you let out another squeal as you felt the bike pick up speed once again, your arms now tightly around the waist of the boy in front of you. your cheek was pressed against his back, your eyes closed as you felt the wind whip against your face.

“is-is this really necessary?!”

“i’m feeling quite wounded that you would suggest that i would do something unnecessary-”

“eek!!!” you could feel the rumbling of his laughter at your incessant squeals, but you decided that that wasn’t important at the moment. what was more important was that you made it off this bike alive.

“calm down doll, we’re almost there.”

“calm down?! you expect me to calm down?! if i fall off i’m going to die!!” you got no response from him aside from a hearty chuckle, which somehow made you feel (just a little bit) at ease.

after a few minutes, the motions of the bike slowed until it finally stopped. as soon as it came to a stop, you stumbled off, whipping around to face ran, who seemed rather calm and was moreso giving you a smirk rather than being apologetic.

“when you said you wanted to go on a date, this is not at all what i expected!!” you yelled, putting your hands on your hips. “do you even feel any remorse for scaring me half to death?”

“mm, not really. see…” his long arms reached out to wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you close, your back against his chest. “...that was just the mode of transportation. i was hoping you were going to enjoy this more~”

now that you took a moment to look at your surroundings, you realized that in front of you was the most gorgeous view of the city, effectively taking your breath away. when you looked a little closer, you also noticed the picnic table in front of you, the surface holding a wide variety of snacks and foods.

“...i guess i can forgive you this time.”

“you guess? wow, you truly wound me, princess.”

“you use that way too much.” you murmured, glad than ran couldn’t see your embarrassed face at the moment. you were even more glad that he couldn’t see you when he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, somehow making your cheeks heat up more.

“you forgive me yet?”

“you’re so stupid…”

“mm, i love you too.”

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